All Inclusive Cruise

K-T finally caught some good luck. He had entered an online sweepstakes and won the grand prize of an all-inclusive transatlantic cruise with flights. The only issue was that the prize was only for one person.

After much argument and finagling, he finally convinced his mom to let him go by himself, much to the disappointment of his sister Emily. While his mother had allowed him to go on the trip, his arguments that he did not have enough clothing for a two-week trip fell on deaf ears. His mom refused to waste money on new clothes that he would just lose on the trip, she reasoned that the ship would have laundry facilities and he could just wash his clothes and wear them again.

She conceded on the point that he needed some swimsuits (his previous suit had been lost on a slide at the waterpark last summer), and said she would get him a couple of pair while out shopping. The day before he was supposed to leave for the trip, his mother came home from the store, and called to him to look at the swimsuits she had gotten for him. He came down the stairs only wearing a t-shirt since he was trying to keep as much of his clothing as possible clean for his trip. As he started digging through the bag, his mom said “your Aunt Jill helped me pick these out. She said since your cruise ends in Europe, you should have some outfits that are more stylish over there”.

The first suit he pulled out of the bag was a bright orange speedo. His mother talked about how that cut is very popular in Europe and bright colors are in style right now. The second suit was even worse. While it was a square cut, it was neon yellow and mostly sheer mesh except for a pouch at the front and a narrow strip down the middle in the back. K-T exclaimed “Mom, I can’t wear this, it barely covers anything”. His mother responded angrily, “your aunt and I worked hard to get these suits for you, and people in Europe are not as concerned about nudity as we are here. You will wear these and be grateful”.

Just then, Emily walked in the room snickering and said “it’s more covering than you have right now”. K-T looked over at the mirror on the wall and saw that his shirt that used to be long enough to cover his dick had shrunk after many washes, and an inch of his penis stuck out the bottom of the hem. He grabbed the swimsuits, grumbled a thanks to his mom, and ran upstairs to pack for his trip. He got his suitcase and threw all of his t-shirts, shorts, and underwear inside, and it was less than half filled. He couldn’t find a single pair of socks, and thought, “well I’ll be on a cruise, I only really need flip flops anyway. He left out a single t-shirt, a pair of boxers, and a pair of old gym shorts (his lucky shorts, since he hadn’t lost them in the 2 years he owned them) and a pair of sandals for his flight tomorrow. He decided to put his toiletries in a separate backpack, to avoid the risk of them exploding and ruining all of his clothes, and included a book to read on the plane.

He then took off his shirt, packed it in his suitcase and went to bed, ready to leave for his trip the next day.