Chapter 18 #2
They exchanged verses and sang the chorus together like they’d rehearsed.
At first, I was surprised, then I thought about it.
They’d done this before, only not in public.
They had dance parties a lot, acting out songs in the living room.
I chuckled and swatted Vince’s shoulder. “Seen this one before?”
He turned to the stage, watching our littles strut and dance around. “Uh, now that you mention it…”
I winked at him. “They’re little stars.”
Vince nodded. “That they are.”
They jumped up and down toward the end of the song, when the chorus was repeated a lot, they encouraged everyone to join in, and we all did.
Then they took bows while everyone clapped and cheered in a standing ovation.
Cody was going to have a big head now. But afterward, he ran and jumped into my arms, wrapping his legs around my waist. “How was that, Daddy?”
I smacked a bunch of kisses all over his face. “Perfect, baby. You were perfect.”
We had a few more drinks, enjoying how much fun the karaoke was.
Skyler did his Bon Jovi, and a few others sang.
Some performed more than once, but soon enough, Jax grabbed the mic.
“Thank you. Let’s give a big thanks to Leslie and Dean for keeping this going tonight.
” He gestured to his staff members, who had been facilitating, and everyone applauded.
“Thanks to all of you for being on the cruise with us. Give yourselves a round of applause.” Of course, more yelling and raucous cat calls ensued.
“Pride is one of my favorite times of the year, full of fun, celebration, found family and friends, and of course Drew’s events.
” He held his hand out to where Drew sat right inside the bar area with Justin and Ward.
“Thanks, Drew.” Of course, all of us were much louder then, since Drew employed more than half of the people here.
Drew held up his drink and gave a nod. “Thank you.”
“But not everyone has the same opportunities that most of us here do. There are, in fact, plenty of people who don’t.
Plenty of young people are just starting out, struggling so terribly that they might not even have a place to live.
That’s why we’re having a drag queen breakfast tomorrow.
” Some clapping started, but Jax shut them down, patting the air.
“There is a price tag on the meal. There will also be other fundraising activities, including tip jars and an auction. Plus, we have a drag queen to uh…harass…no, I mean, encourage. Right. She’ll encourage you to donate more.
” He got a lot of chuckles out of that, and I was pretty sure there would be gentle and not-so-gentle cajoling going on.
“The proceeds will all go to the Trevor Project to help LGBTQ+ Youth in Crisis.” That’s when the real cheering started and continued so long that Jax had to whistle into the mic to settle people down so he could finish.
“Thank you so much for your enthusiasm. I expect to see you all at breakfast, but for now… karaoke is over. Please feel free to hang around, drink, dance, or whatever. Happy Pride, y’all. ”
More hooting and clapping started again, and many people patted Jax’s back, gave him high-fives, or stopped him for a word as he made his way back to Drew’s table and the safety of Ward.
We chatted with some of the others for a bit, then made our way back to our room. I’d set up a surprise for Cody earlier in the day, so when we opened the door, candles were set up throughout the room, and a bottle of champagne was chilling in an ice bucket.
“Whoa…What’s all this?” He stepped into the room and spun around.
“Just a nice way to end the night. Do you like it?”
“Oh yes, Daddy. This is so romantic.”
I locked the door behind me, then crossed the room. I pulled Cody into my arms and held him tight. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
We took our time, slowly removing clothes and getting to know each other’s bodies all over again.
We hadn’t had much alone time on this trip, and I wanted to give him a special one now before the last part of the trip began.
I ran my fingers through his hair, lathed over his nipples, rubbed my hands over every part of him, including his gorgeous cock.
“Mm…feels so good, Warner.” Good, his head was firmly back in adult time, exactly where I wanted it.
I kissed down his long neck, tasting the salt of his skin and beyond that, something that was all Cody. He smelled like the fruity drinks he’d been sipping all night. “Cody…”
“Yes…”
I gently thrust my hips, rubbing our cocks together, and he reached down, grabbing them with both hands and squeezing. The fiction felt great on my cock but rapidly became not enough. “I want inside of you.”
“Me too.”
I prepped him quickly and entered, feeling like this would never be enough.
I wanted to be this close to him every day of my life.
I also wanted to make sure this was good for him, so I forced myself to slow down and take it easy.
I pulled out slowly and canted my hips, aiming to hit his prostate, and when I slid back in, he made a high-pitched keening. I did it again, just as leisurely.
“Daddy…faster. More. I need…”
I thrust a little faster, picking up speed with each stroke, and made him cry out.
He gripped the sheets and wrapped a leg around my waist, so I grabbed his thigh just above the knee and used it as leverage to pump into him harder.
Reaching between our bodies, Cody grabbed his cock and stroked, using his dripping pre-come as lube. “That’s it, Cody. Make yourself come.”
“Oh, God!” His eyes clenched shut and his mouth opened.
As I fucked into him a few more times, he came, shooting out all over his stomach, and moaning loudly. I loved the sounds he made, and with his muscles clutching me, I came hard.
“Fuck…” Cody sighed and stretched out, spreading his arms wide.
“Fuck is right. Let me get us cleaned up, then we can have champagne.”
“Sounds perfect.”
Drag Queen Breakfast
“Lookie. I dressed up for Drag-Queen Breakfastes, Daddy.”
“You did?” I was skeptical since he was wearing shorts and a T-shirt.
He held a foot up. “I have my dressy flops on. And…” He turned around and stuck his tush out. “Nice shorts, not swimmy trunks.”
“Well, if that’s the standard, then yes. Yes, you did.”
“How ‘bout you? You wearing that?” He gave me the side-eye.
I glanced down at what I was wearing, which wasn’t much different than what he wore, except I was barefoot.
I’d planned on slipping into flops, but I wasn’t sure now.
“I’m going to change into a golf shirt and uh…
” I dug in my suitcase and pulled out my tennis shoes, holding them up for Cody’s inspection.
He gave me a curt nod. “That will look nice. Wear that green one…here.” He pulled down an olive-green shirt and shook it at me. “Brings out the green in your eyes.” I’d heard that before, that wearing certain colors shifted the tones of my eyes.
“Sure.” I took the shirt from him, changed, then put on my shoes and grabbed my wallet. “Let’s go.”
“Yay! This should be so much fun.”
The breakfast was set up in the dining room, again buffet style.
I could get used to eating like that. I filled my plate up and made sure Cody put something on his besides pancakes.
We stopped to get coffee before sitting with Crow, Skyler, Vince, and Joey.
The three boys sat on one side of the table together, leaving the other for us daddies.
That was becoming a thing on this cruise, but I couldn’t complain since Cody was enjoying his friends so much.
While everyone was eating, the Drag Queen came out, as promised, and she wore high heels and a short, flouncy dress.
Her hair was piled high on her head with a trail of curls down her back.
She sauntered around and waved at people before taking the mic.
“Hello, darlings…I’m so glad to meet you.
I’m Mya Dinky, and I’m here to host this lovely breakfast.”
We gave her a round of applause and she bowed gracefully. “Just a reminder before we get started. This is all to raise funds for a worthy cause, The Trevor Project, so I expect those wallets to open up, y’all.”
There were some wolf-whistles amid the applause, and I was sure they were going to raise a good bit of money.
“We have tip jars all ‘round the room…” She pointed to several places. “If you just want to stuff that cash in there, okay…you do that, Honeys. But we’re also going to do an auction. Mm-hmm…No, not me.” She fluttered her eyes and pressed a hand to her chest. “I’m so flattered, but no.
We have other things to bid on, and our host Jax assures me that whatever you buy will be shipped to your address, so you won’t have to haul it around for the rest of your trip. ”
The auction started after that, and with Cody nudging me, I bid on a few things, but got outbid each time.
I wasn’t upset, since it did push the price higher, which meant they were making more money for Trevor Project, but then I saw something I actually wanted.
A four-day vacation for two to the Four Seasons Hotel in Vale, and it included first-class airline tickets.
When I made my opening bid, Mya put her hand on her hips and made a whole-body dramatic eye roll. “Are you actually going to follow through on this one? Hm? So far, you’ve been all pump.” She made a lewd hip thrust, and everyone laughed.
I held my hands up. What could I say? She wasn’t wrong.
“Okay, okay. Let’s go then. That’s three thousand dollars to open. Do I hear four?”
Someone bid to keep it going, though I didn’t see who. I bid again, and the war was on. I did not want to lose. After a few minutes, and a lot of teasing from Mya, the bid topped ten thousand, and Cody looked at me, eyes wide. “Daddy? Are you really spending that?”
“Shh…Daddy’s bidding on the Vale trip.”