I'm really proud of this story- a longer, sci-fi about a father and son stranded on a distant planet. Lots of hot scenes and some romantic tension! Here's the first two chapters, and you can read the rest at justfor.fans/harlanstories

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Marooned

By Harlan Paramore

Chapter 1

The approach went perfectly at first. Even before I saw the numbers on my screen and the digital needle moving towards the green, I could feel it through the gentle rumbling of our little ship. I turned to look at my dad, who had a fairly relaxed and casual look on his face. This was probably his hundredth landing or more, he wasn’t bothered. He turned to me and smiled.

Damn, he was a handsome guy. Deep brown eyes, nice full beard. He had a way of smiling that always put me at ease, and a swagger that made it seem like he was always in his element and always knew what he was doing. He was very reassuring to be around.

I turned my attention back to my screen and adjusted our pitch to begin the next phase of descent. That was when something went wrong.

Out of the corner of my eyes, in the seat next to mine in the cockpit, I saw my father frown.

“We’re coming in hot,” he said evenly, tapping at his screen to make adjustments.

“I think it’s air turbulence.” I was starting to feel worried.

There wasn’t much else we could do, even if we knew what was going to happen next. Suddenly our craft lurched planetwise at a sickening speed- if we hadn’t been belted in, as my father always insisted, we would have been pureed against the ceiling. I felt my lungs struggle and acid rose up through my throat. I swallowed hard to keep it down and tried to keep my breathing steady. I could see on my screen that we were being tossed around on a particularly vicious air current, but there was nothing I could do.

Then, the descent slowed. We stabilized, started to drift forward again. For a moment I thought we were going to be alright, and a smile of relief was starting to form on my face.

Before I could relax, a red light came on next to my face and an alarm started to go off.

“Port engine is blown,” I heard my father say. His voice was mildly concerned now- which was far more perturbed than he ever got. I felt a moment of panic but fought it back.

“Adjusting trajectory to compensate,” I said, remembering how he’d trained me. I plotted a course down through the atmosphere on a broad, corckscrewing path that should hopefully keep us even.

Then we hit turbulence again, and moments later evened out again. I felt like all the shaking was going to turn my limbs to jelly, or maybe it was fear. But I managed to adjust our course again, and then again as we were thrown around by even more turbulence.

Finally the air currents left us alone. The alarm continued, and I heard my father call out other systems going down: coolant leak in the refrigeration bay, fire in the aft landing gear.

I felt a moment of dread when I saw that our trajectory was going to land us in the trees. That could cause problems- it was usually safer to do an emergency soft landing on the flattest, smoothest ground you could find. I searched around and saw a large stretch of grassland. It wasn’t particularly smooth, though. Lots of rolling, undulating land with occasional boulders left behind by glaciers. If the aft landing gear deployed properly, we could make it. It would be bumpy as hell, but we’d survive. If we landed in the trees, they might cushion our fall, but we could then be stuck up in them and not be able to take off again.

There was no time to consult with my father. I chose the grasslands, doing my best to avoid any large rocks. Our ship shook a little as I made the course change.

I saw my father look over at my screen, look at me, and nod. He agreed. Hopefully it was the right choice.

The aft landing gear jammed at first, but on the third attempt it finally deployed, seconds before touching down on the beautiful rolling sea of blue-green grass. Our first contact was fairly gentle, but I knew it wouldn’t last. The port landing gear hit one of the larger hills and caught air, causing the ship to tilt wildly. The starboard side of the ship touched ground and dragged along it, creating a long scar in the landscape. My heart sank, thinking we were about to roll out of control, but then the port gear found the ground again and we evened out. At one point we started to drift and spin, and I braced myself for the moment I was sure our whole ship was going to start rolling across the prairie like a tumbleweed. But finally we slowed and came to a halt spun completely around, our nose pointed back the way we’d come from. My jaw dropped when I saw kilometers of scorched, burning, and gouged up land.

Dad and I both looked at each other at the same moment, out of breath, wide-eyed, flushed and sweating. We stared at each other, trying to slow down our breathing.

Then I saw him slowly break out in a smile that reached up to his eyes, crow’s feet spreading across his temples. He started to laugh, and I laughed along in relief. We both knew that we had a lot of work to do, that we weren’t out of trouble yet, but we needed that moment to release the pressure valve.

“Phew! Okay. Well done, champ! That was some pretty impressive flying there. You just saved our lives, no question about that.”

I felt a burst of pride. My father always had a way of making me feel amazing even when everything was going wrong.

“Well, I learned from a very good teacher.”

“Haha- thanks, son. Alright. Now, let’s do this by the checklist.”

We went through the ship’s systems on our screens, one by one. We’d need to get a look at the port engine, but from what we could see now it was probably shot. Most of the rest of the damage was fairly minor, considering what a rough re-entry we had. But one thing was clear: we were not going back to the stars anytime soon.

Dad unbuckled and stretched, and I followed suit. The fire suppression system had taken care of most of the emergencies, and the rest we were able to deal easily with an extinguisher. A few electrical conduits were broken and live, so we had to shut down a few systems temporarily, but nothing major.

With all of the immediate issues taken care of, dad took a moment to breathe and gather his thoughts. When he did that he had a habit of putting his hands on his hips and exhaling like he was exasperated. He unzipped the top few inches of his jumpsuit to cool down a bit, exposing some of his thick dark Italian chest hair. He ran a hand over his balding head.

“Alright, I’m going to get on the ansible and see if I can reach Port Authority, let them know our situation. Jarvis, I need you to go and check on the status of that refrigeration unit. If that whole cargo container is busted we’ll have to fix it or move the supplies around within the next few hours to avoid spoilage. Sound good?”

“Aye, captain.”

“Thanks, son.” He walked off back to the cockpit while I made my way through the living quarters into the cargo section of the ship.

The quarters of our ship were fairly small, no bigger than an RV. Two beds, a couch, and a kitchen. It was all one space with retractable walls that were basically just thin screens. To the fore was the cockpit, and to the aft was the engine room. I made my way through that section quickly, since the overheated port engine was making the air in there like a dry sauna. Further back was the cargo hold, by far the largest section of the ship, but packed so tightly with all those huge containers that you had to walk through them sideways. My dad wouldn’t admit it, but the beer gut he was growing was making it gradually harder for him to get around back here.

As soon as I opened the door, my heart sank. Stepping over the threshold, I could feel the difference in the slope of the floor. The fore of the ship had mercifully landed fairly level, but back here I could feel the floor slant down to the aft of the ship. That could only mean that the frame of the ship itself was busted, and probably the hull was breached. I put that out of my mind for the moment and concentrated on the task I was given. The refrigeration unit was still alright, it had just been knocked around and lost power. That was a relief; I didn’t like the idea of trying to empty out five hundred sides of frozen beef and try to jam them into the scant small space available in the other units. I got it running again and made my way back to the cockpit.

He was still talking into the ansible, and I could tell as I approached that my father sounded worried. He didn’t hear me coming up behind him, and I didn’t want to distract him, so I waited quietly.

“Yes, that’s right- Captain Vallerio Gallo, and my crewman Jarvis Gallo. We were just landing to offload forty-eight cargo containers of supplies for the colony mission.”

“Okay, Captain Gallo. What’s the state of your ship?” The voice on the other end of the ansible sounded very professional and disinterested, and also thin and tinny from the poor reception.

“We’re still determining that, but things don’t look good. I’ve got an engine out of commission and I suspect it’s FUBAR. We’ve made a controlled crash landing on the surface, and I’m not optimistic that this bird’s gonna fly again. Crew and cargo are okay but we’re going to need a ride out of here.”

“You mean a rescue? Are you calling for a rescue, captain?”

“Yes. That’s right. A rescue, at your earliest convenience.” There was a tone of sarchasm entering his voice that I hoped the man on the other end couldn’t hear.

“Captain Gallo, you’re a hundred and thirty-six light years from the nearest Port Authority outpost. I’m afraid there’s nothing available, especially with the distance, time, and energy requirements that would be required. I’ll submit a request on your behalf, but considering that you’re both safe where you are, the most likely outcome is that you’ll have to wait to catch a ride with the personnel carrier that’s bringing the colonists.”

There was a heavy pause from my father, and I could feel the heat of his rage. I cringed.

“The colonists…” he hissed through his teeth, “are arriving in thirteen months.” He was barely containing it now.

“Yes. And there should be enough of a margin of error built into those supplies you’re carrying to keep you both fed and healthy until then.”

“You-” my father held back with considerable restraint. “You will submit that request.”

“Of course, captain.”

“And you will deman- I mean, you will argue strongly on our behalf, I assume.”

The voice paused, then sighed. “I will do what I can for you, Captain.”

“Then I will contact you again when I have something to report,” he growled, slamming the screen with his palm to cut the channel. He sighed, turned around, and gave a little start when he saw me. He looked almost guilty; I knew he didn’t like letting out his temper around me, because his own father had been such an angry man.

“Jarvis,” he said, regaining his composure. “Didn’t know you were there. What’s the status?”

“Well, the refrigeration unit is fine, I got it running again…”

“There’s a ‘but’ there, isn’t there?”

“Yeah. The cargo section of the ship is pitched aftward, the frame must be bent.”

His expression became somber very quickly.

“Shit. You’re certain?”

“I felt it. We can confirm.”

“Well, we will, just to say we did. But you’ve got your space legs, son. I trust your judgment. You know this ship almost as well as I do… you’ve lived in it most of your life since you turned fourteen. I bet you could tell if I put the toilet paper roll on backwards if you had your head buried in the aft landing gear access.”

“Yeah.” I sighed. “Probably.”

“So that means that even if we could get the port engine up and running, we won’t be spaceworthy. In fact… I suppose she’ll never be safeworthy again.” I could see him tearing up a bit, but holding it back as best he could. This ship was his livelihood, his home, and probably the best long-term relationship he’d ever had after a string of failed marriages including my mother. I wanted to comfort him, offer him a hug, an arm around his shoulder, something… but I knew this wouldn’t cut it. Hell, I was feeling the same grief. He may have run this ship since before I was born, but it had been my home for the last six years and I felt very attached.

He took a deep breath. “Alright. Well, we can mourn her later, but right now she’s still our home. And she’s probably going to be our home for another thirteen months, until the colonists’ transport arrives to take us home. I’m sorry, son.”

“Well… to be honest, as bad as this is, there’s a lot on the brightside.” He seemed a little surprised that I was taking the optimistic approach. “I mean, we’ve got enough supplies to last us thirteen years if we needed. Our living quarters are intact and still operating. We have shelter, water, food, beautiful countryside, and most importantly, if I’m going to be stranded with anyone I’m glad it’s my dad.”

Despite having just pulled it together, this had my father tearing up all over again. He grabbed me and pulled me into a strong, tight hug, and held me for a long minute. He didn’t like getting emotional, but once he did he couldn’t pull back that Italian expressiveness. He held me, thumped me on the back, cried on my shoulder. Of any moment to let it out, this was it. I found tears running down my own cheeks too.

“Okay,” he said, finally pulling back, wiping his eyes, and getting it together. “We have a lot of work to do and only a few hours of daylight. Let’s start by shoring up all the important systems, like life support.”

And so we got to work. Most things survived well, which my father commended me for, since a rougher crash would have caused much more damage. Some things needed only minor repair. The heat turned out to be the most damaged system, which wasn’t currently an issue since it was summer on this planet. We’d have to figure something out by fall, but it was okay for now.

We were both starting to lose our focus by the time he called it quits for the night. Between the adrenaline, the emotion, and the work, we were both exhausted.

In our quarters we had a light supper of some bland rations, both of us looking blearily at each other.

We’d lived in such close quarters for so long that we were fairly comfortable with each other, so it was no big deal when my father unzipped his jumpsuit the rest of the way and stepped out of it, wearing only gray briefs underneath. And as usual, even in my tired state, I caught a glance while I could. HIs strong, stocky body was fascinating to me. He wasn’t particularly tall, but he was broad. Built like a bull, really. Broad shoulders, barrel chest, a round belly. The most fascinating thing to me was how hairy he was. He was balding on top, but hair spilled up from his chest over his shoulders, down the entire length of his arms, over his back and down all the way to his feet. Sometimes he got self-conscious about it, especially if we were stopping in a port or colony where he thought he might have a chance of finding a lonely lady to spend the night with. But we’d been en route four months to get to this planet, and it was four months since then that we’d landed anywhere noteworthy, so it had all grown out. Whatever lonely lady colonists might think, I liked it.

I slid off my jumpsuit, down to my briefs. I was the same height as my father, and fairly solidly built but smaller than him. And, to my disappointment, not as hairy. I had a good pelt on my chest, forearms, and legs, but secretly I kind of wished I could grow it all over like he did. It seemed so masculine and virile. I never removed my body hair at all, and if some lonely gentleman colonist didn’t like it, he could wait for the next trucker’s son.

I settled into my bunk on the port side, relieved that the engine had at last cooled down. His bunk on the starboard side was a little cubby near the ceiling, up a ladder. Underneath him was the fridge, stove, and dishwasher of the kitchen. The space was fairly small and efficiently laid out.

There were walls we could put up for privacy, and by agreement we did so if either of us had to ‘relieve ourselves’ on the long journeys. But otherwise, like tonight, we didn’t bother.

After he turned out the lights, I could still see the shape of him up in his bunk, and soon he was snoring lightly, and it felt very reassuring. I thought I wouldn’t be able to sleep after all that happened, but I passed out soon after him.

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Marooned

By Harlan Paramore

Chapter 2

Within a week after we crashed, my dad and I had sort of settled into a routine. It’s amazing what you can get used to, what you can accept as a new standard of normal.

In the morning, we would check the stabilizers and make sure our shipwrecked home wasn’t going to tilt over on us. We went through the main systems, did some regular maintenance, took out our food rations for the day, went for a walk… and then, well… trouble was, we didn’t actually have a lot to do. The ship was loaded with movies, games, music, and all kinds of other distractions. But it had been a while since we replenished the memory core with more stock, and we found ourselves rewatching the same movies over and over. Dad insisted that we stay fit- I always assumed he mainly worked out to impress the ladies, but I suppose it was going to keep us healthy and occupied for the next thirteen months while we waited for rescue. We had no weights, because everything on the ship had to be light to conserve fuel, but we had plenty of exercise bands and bodyweight routines. I didn’t mind that he wanted to do this. I enjoyed getting my blood pumping, and also watching my father work up a sweat. Sometimes I wondered if he caught me looking at him like that- if he knew I admired him not just as a man and a father but as a sexual being. I wouldn’t say I had the hots for him, or anything like that. I just liked what I saw. My porno feed was full of guys just like him.

It was after our workout one afternoon that I stepped out of the cramped little shower to find him wrapped in a towel and eyeing himself up in the mirror. He was playing around with his thinning hair with a comb.

“This is getting scraggly again,” he fussed. “I need another trim.”

I shrugged. “Really? Nobody out here to see you but me. You could let it go a little.”

“I will see it,” he insisted. “I want to at least keep up the appearance of being civilized. It’ll help my mental state. And you should do the same.”

“Alright.” I toweled off, pulled on some sweatpants, and grabbed the electric trimmers out of the drawer. Then I had a thought. “Can we… do it outside, actually? All those little hairs get caught up in the air scrubbers. And the water recycling filter. And… everywhere else.”

“Good point.” He pulled on some sweatpants too, and headed for the airlock.

It was nice outside- partly cloudy, but warm enough to be outdoors shirtless. We descended the ladder we’d erected to connect the ground outside to the airlock three meters above.

After a glance around, he decided to take a seat on the big rubber tire of the port landing gear. He crossed his arms and settled into the usual pose. I turned on the clippers and got to work. I’d done this for him so many times, I had the routine down pat. Sometimes when we stopped in port we’d find a proper barber, but most of the time it was just a simple buzz cut. I shortened everything to the usual guard size, then went around tidying things up around the ears, the neck, and lastly blended it all in to match his beard. As usual I said nothing about the gray hairs I found, but they brought me a funny little joy to see. I knew my Dad would be stunning with gray hair and I looked forward to that day.

After I was done, I brushed away as much of the excess as I could, but stray hairs would surely disappear into his body hair, so he would rinse off again inside. I turned the trimmers off and started to walk back to the ship.

“Hold up, crewman. You need a trim too.”

“I do?” I think I sounded a little whinier than I intended, because he got a serious look on his face. He stood up and pointed at the tire.

“I’m still your Captain. I still expect you to keep up your standards.”

“Okay,” I laughed. “I mean, yes sir!” I sat down and threw the towel over my shoulders.

Honestly, having my hair cut by my Dad was a wonderful feeling. The buzz of the trimmers around my head and over my ears, his big hands gently moving my head around, the closeness of his chest to my face. I loved his hands. He had short, stubby fingers, but his palm was wide and his grip was strong like a vice. And that beautiful, soft black body hair covered the backs of his hands too, and even little tufts on his fingers. I loved how sometimes they smelled like whiskey and cigars. Whenever he cut my hair, it put me into a bit of a meditative daze. I felt very safe and cared-for.

That reverie finally ended when he turned off the clippers and brushed the excess hair off.

“You look like you need a shave while I’m at it,” he said, looking me over.

I felt my cheeks with my hand, the rough sandpaper on the verge of starting to soften as it grew out.

“Actually… I was thinking I might grow a beard. Like yours.”

He looked like he was about to object for a moment, to tell me that I needed to keep up my standards and be civlized… but then he gave a little smirk.

“Alright. I guess I can’t get on your case for that, since I’m setting the example. Looks like you’ve finally filled out, too. Fine, as long as it’s not patchy like that mess you tried to grow when you were sixteen.”

I smiled. I hadn’t tried to grow a beard since. It had been pretty patchy and sad. But now, it seemed thicker and fuller. He was right; if it didn’t turn out, I could always shave it off, but this seemed like the right time to try.

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After two weeks the restlessness was getting rough. Neither of us had even shut our privacy walls yet, which was starting to worry me. I knew we would both need to blow off steam sooner or later. We were both men with strong libidos, and we were getting pent up.

In the meantime I found myself a project to keep occupied. Some of the supplies for the colonists included laboratory and exploration equipment, and I decided that they could probably excuse me if I got a jump start on exploring this new world. Exobiology was a bit of a hobby of mine- well, I’d done a lot of reading, but honestly I didn’t spend much time on actual planets. This was the perfect excuse to explore, maybe even name a few new species. And as much as I loved my father and was happy to share a cramped little ship with him for months on end, I realized we probably both needed to get a bit of distance. He was a little nervous about letting me go out alone on a barely-known planet, but I think he understood my restlessness.

I was halfway to the nearest forest though, when I double-checked my supplies and realized that I had forgotten the sample collection vials. I sighed and turned back, made my way up the ladder, through the airlock, and was about to turn towards the cargo bay when I noticed my father laying there naked on the sofa, his hand wrapped around his hard cock, looking up at me wide-eyed.

“Oh,” I said, feeling kind of foolish. “I- hey, it’s- uh, it’s okay.”

“Uh, yeah,” he said, embarrassed but still not loosening his grip. I could tell he was trying not to show shame. He’d always taught me that masturbation was normal and healthy. But we’d always kept it discreet and private.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt… in fact…” I put down my kit and kicked off my shoes. “If you’re cool with it, I could probably use…. I mean, do you mind if I join you?”

“You… want to join me?”

“Yeah. I mean, guys jerk off together sometimes, right?”

“Well, yeah, I mean-” he got even more flustered. I knew he was probably thinking that jerking off together was something straight guys did. Or maybe that a father and son doing it was strange.

“Look,” I said frankly, “we’re going to be stuck here together with nothing to do. We both do this all the time anyway, with just a thin barrier between us. Maybe we should… just get comfortable with it.”

He looked kind of relieved, and I could see his hand starting to move slowly up and down his cock again.

“Alright, son. Yeah, you’ve got a point. I mean, it’s something to do to pass the time. Might as well make it a bonding activity.”

I smiled and stripped out of my clothes, sitting down naked next to him. My cock was already half-hard from seeing him. I spat in my hand and started stroking, and he resumed stroking his. He didn’t look directly at me- in fact, he kind of closed his eyes and rolled his head back, so I suppose he was probably fantasizing about something. That suited me just fine; I got to watch his strong, hairy arms working on his cock. I’d never seen him erect before; I looked back and forth between his cock and mine in amazement. They were practically identical in shape and size. Neither of us were particularly long, but maybe a little longer than average. And just like the rest of us, our cocks were both thick. I’d had many guys turn me down when I offered to top them, once they saw that I was practically carrying a beer can in my underwear. Which was alright, because I was as happy to bottom as top, but frustrating because I rarely got to do the later. I wondered if my dad had the same problem, if he got turned down once things got heated because really, what were you supposed to do with that? Only a more experienced partner wouldn’t balk. It was strangely comforting to see that my dad had the same struggle I did.

I’d heard my father masturbate many times before, through the screen, barely muffled. I suppose he was trying to be quiet then, but now that we were doing this in the open he seemed to let loose a bit. I never realized how much he enjoyed himself when he jerked off; he took his time, edging a little, running his hands over his own body, playing with his balls. And best of all, he moaned and huffed and grunted as he did it. It was pretty similar to how I jerked off, and I followed his lead and did the same as him. I’d never really played with my balls much, but watching him grasp them carefully and pull on them got me curious. It took a couple tries to get it right, but there was a pleasant ache when they were pulled tight, like a muscle being stretched out. I realized why he liked it so much. I found myself moaning and grunting along with him.

I could tell when he was getting close. His whole body started to tense up, right from the core. He let out a long hiss through his teeth that developed into a guttural roar.

“Aw, fuck,” he swore as a thick stream of cum spurted out from his thick cock like a fountain. It was followed by several more in quick succession, along with a moan of pleasure. I watched in awe, suddenly understanding where my tendency to huge loads came from.

He let out a contented sigh as his orgasn ended, and relaxed into the sofa. Then he absentmindedly brought his fingers to his mouth, and to my astonishment licked the cum off them.

That was the thing that put me over the edge. I gasped and grunted as my cock followed suit, and I felt the first shot of cum hit my neck. The rest dribbled out generously onto my stomach, and seemed to just keep coming and coming. I hadn’t cum in weeks- and probably neither had he. When that bliss finally subsided I leaned back on the sofa with a grin- and suddenly realized that I had leaned into his arm. I was about to bashfully pull away and apologize when suddenly I realized that this was actually his intent. He grabbed my shoulder and held me tight.

He gave a little chuckle, and I joined him.

“Well that was… that was pretty fine, actually,” he admitted. “That honestly didn’t really feel weird at all.”

“Nah,” I agreed. But to be honest, it may have been a bit weird for me. I hadn’t fantasized about anyone or anything. It was watching my father that had gotten me off. Watching him jerk off had really turned me on. Part of me wondered if there was something wrong with me, but I found myself caring a lot less than I expected. I just knew that I’d really enjoyed the experience, and would happily do it again. Hopefully many times in the next thirteen months.

We got cleaned up and went about our day as though nothing unusual had happened. I decided that I’d lost too much daylight and put off my excursion to tomorrow. As the day wound down and we got ready for bed, I saw my dad give me a funny look.

“Jarvis… I was thinking. You and I.. well, in some ways we’re going to be awfully lonely in the coming months. We’re both going to be craving some human companionship.”

I tried to keep my reaction neutral to this, but my mind was running in some pretty strange directions suddenly, and I didn’t know where he was going with this talk.

“I just mean… you know, physical contact. Look, it’s been a lot of years since I let you crawl in my bed for a cuddle, but, I was thinking, if you wanted- you could sleep with me in my bed tonight. You’re still my boy, there’s really nothing strange about it, especially with both of us so… lonely.”

“Huh. Actually, that might be really nice. I could use a good cuddle. And it’s just us, dad and son. You’re right, it’s not weird.”

Fifteen minutes later, in his little bunk alcove, with his mostly naked body spooning tightly against mine and his big furry arms around me, I had to admit it felt a little weird. But not in a bad way. Every time he moved I could feel his chest hair brush against my bare back. He fell asleep pretty quickly and started his quiet little snore against the back of my neck, and I was left there wide awake with a painfully raging hardon and the dawning realization that I did have the hots for my own father… and it felt really, really good.