Steve could not believe how angry he was at his father at that moment. Not only was he yet again rejecting his son in favor of himself, but he had the audacity to tie him up to a sink to prevent any chance of having to spend any time at all with him. All the frustration, anger, and bitterness of these repeated incidents of neglect welled up in Steve as he glared at his father through his glasses, he wished there was some way he could get back at him, make him feel the disappointment and anger he himself was feeling right now. "I've got no time to act like a parent today." Stan paid no attention as he finished tying Steve to the faucet and turned on the sink. "Leave that running. I don't want you to hear anything we say out there, our words are not for you." Stan turned around and slammed the door shut on his way out to party with his friends.
Steve's eyebrows raised as the closed door revealed a bathroom attendee standing there, gently smiling, his soft brown eyes sparkling with sympathy and dare Steve think it, what appeared to be a bit of lust… Steve shook his head to clear it of those thoughts, Stan had always taught him that those kinds of feelings and actions between two men was wrong, if his father knew what he was thinking he would be so… Steve's bitter frown split into a wide grin as he looked the attendee over again. His hair was neatly combed into place and the color of warm cocoa, his lips looked soft and his body was the lithe but strong one of a twenty something year old that was used to a daily jogging. His tight red vest shoved off the slight curvature of his muscles and his tight black pants showed off even more. As Steve's eyes wandered back to his angular face that was framed by a collar like bowtie he realized on closer inspection that his eyes weren't just a warm brown but were an almost russet coloring.
Suddenly realizing he was staring this complete stranger in the eye Steve looked down and blushed before attempting to fill the awkward silence he had created "So, ummmm, what's your name?" The young man's smile grew even wider at his blushing and hurriedly mumbled question. Purring out an answer in an alto-toned voice the stranger named himself in a confident manner, "I am Filipe, and may I ask the same of you good sir?" Steve shuddered at the way the newly named Filipe emphasized and drew out the word "sir" in a way he found most seductive. "I'm Steve; it's nice to meet you." The words even felt awkward in his mouth as he stuttered them out, so he didn't even want to know how bad they sounded. Filipe chuckled at his obvious embarrassment, "Would you like help with that rope?" Steve blushed and, swallowing up all the cowardice his father so often mocked him for in a move of resolution, looked back up at the man standing in front of him, a seductive light in his eyes "Why, when there are so many interesting things we could do with it."
Oh God, what am I doing,? flirting with a GUY who is a practical stranger and pretty much inviting him to have kinky rope-bondage sex with me in a bathroom on my Dad's friend's boat?
Filipe's eyebrows flew up and his eyes grew bright and hungry as they ate up the delicious scene of the younger boy tied up in front of him, leaning seductively over the sink and staring up at him with lusty eyes. Putting his hand on the rope and tracing his fingers from the rough twine, up Steve's shoulders, and to his face, Filipe lowered himself to stare directly into Steve's face. "Such as…?" Steve gasped at the light touch of fingers running up his arm and resting on his cheek, drawing in a breath he leaned forward and uttered, "This," as he crashed his lips into Filipe's and was met by his eager lips, passionately willing to return the kiss. As it deepened the older and vastly more experienced male's tongue quickly defeated the other boy's in a battle for dominance. The kiss grew sloppy as they both leaned more into it, Steve already straining against his bonds. Steve broke the kiss apart as he leaned back to gasp in some air, and drew in a shuddery intake of breath as Filipe took the opportunity to stick his hands up the other's shirt, and ran his fingers up Steve's ribs like a master xylophonist.
"Steve," Filipe breathed, "Before this goes any farther I need to know far this is gonna go." Steve could barely concentrate on his words; the pleasure of Filipe's fingers on his virgin skin was almost too much for the young boy. Steve balled together all his hate and anger at his father, and the pleasure he was feeling now and could anticipate to feel if they kept going, and looked Filipe right in his russet eyes and said as clearly and as seductively he could, "Filipe, I want you to take me in every sense of the word, as far as we can go."
Filipe grinned devilishly at the enticing boy in front of him, begging him to take his virginity, before continuing where he left off. Steve moaned and felt himself growing more and more aroused at the feeling of Filipe's feathery touch on his skin and the taste of Filipe's tongue in his mouth. As Filipe pulled out of the kiss and withdrew his fingers Steve whined with disappointment. Filipe's eyes twinkled at the noise and he purred out in a rough whisper "I think we should move to a more… comfortable spot," and began untying the knots on Steve's wrists. Once freed Steve immediately flew to the taller man's chest, and wrapping a leg around his waist, grabbed his bowtie and pulled him down into a hard and greedy kiss. Filipe chuckled and pulled Steve closer, intertwining their fingers with one hand, and pulling Steve's leg tight against him with the other.
It was at that moment that a shocked gasp filled the air, and the fiery passion Steve had been feeling turned to ice. Hurriedly Steve pulled himself off of Filipe, but Filipe stubbornly kept his hand in his. Steve lifted his eyes in terrified anticipation for the ferocity he was sure he was going to see in the eyes of whoever was at the now opened door, but instead his eyes met with a set of startled yet understanding grey eyes belonging to a man in a uniform matching Filipe's. Glancing up at Filipe, Steve was shocked to see him grinning at the stranger. "Jerry, I'd like you to meet Steve. Steve this is Jerry. I have a proposition for the two of you." Jerry smirked and slightly tilting his head to the side he questioned Filipe, "What?" Filipe's grin widened, "come here." Jerry took the few required steps forward, and as soon as he was close enough Filipe leaned in rasped in a seductively rough voice "Threesome," and started passionately kissing him and running the hand that wasn't holding Steve's through his hair.
Steve's eyes widened as he watched the two older males kiss, and took the opportunity to get a closer examination of Jerry. He appeared to be a little older than Filipe, probably in his mid to late twenties, his hair was short and an unusual grayish brown coloring that complimented his cool gray-blue eyes that were the color of a pond on a stormy day, and he was in his own way drop-dead gorgeous. His build was a bit shorter and stockier that Filipe's and from the way he was leaning into the kiss, Steve inferred that this wasn't the first time the two had done this. If Jerry looked like he was fine with the idea, and if Filipe trusted him enough to invite him to join them than Steve supposed there was no problem with it, he had always yearned for a threesome before, although this was different than he had imagined it would be.
His thoughts were swept away though when Filipe broke off the kiss with Jerry and immediately switched back to making out with him. When they pulled away from a breath, Filipe glanced expectantly at the two others. Steve looked at Jerry who smiled at him and shyly leaned in for a quick kiss, and then another, and another until they were full out making out. When they finally broke apart Filipe stopped them from diving right back in with a chuckle, "As hot as it is watching the two of you kiss, I can think of several things that will be even better, so I suggest we finish what we were doing before you got here Jerry, and move to a more private and comfortable spot." The two other men broke into smiles and glanced excitedly at each other as Jerry eagerly added "I know the perfect spot, the guest bedroom, it spacious, is almost never used, and is near to engine so nobody will be able to hear us." Steve raised his eyebrows, "Well than, let's go, there's no time to waste!" Taking Steve's hand in his Jerry pulled him out into the hall and led him, laughing, towards the guest bedroom. Smiling, Filipe picked up the abandoned rope off of the floor and tucked into his back pocket, before following the two out into the hallway.