Date: Mon, 19 Nov 2012 16:11:23 +0000 (GMT)
From: Steve Parker <steve14b@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: New story ... CREST

For those who are following my story - "The DVD Tales" - this is a slightly
different take on the adult-youth storyline. Here the luxury cruiser is a
floating palace of gay sex and one for submissive bottoms only. The real
difference is that the bottoms on this cruise are all men and the tops who
they submit to are the opposite. Like my other story, the sex and scenes
depicted could be real and the men and boys are as you would likely find
them in real life. By the way, although based on some real characters, it
is an extension of my imagination. Remember that as you hopefully jack hard
to it!  Steve Essex (2012)

ON THE CREST OF A WAVE - 1

The offer came through a friend of someone I had met and discretion was to
be paramount; whatever offer was made to me and whatever money changed
hands I was not to be given the full details in case anyone outside the
group found out. Did I want a week of unlimited sex onboard a luxury
private motor yacht in the Mediterranean for a four figure sum? I hesitated
at first despite my undoubted interest. The offer had come through Roger
and I barely knew him except for an evening in Brussels a few months
earlier while on a business trip.

That would take too long to tell and all I will say is that he introduced
me to a great club in the Rue Duquesnoy and a what seemed to be young guys
in their middle teens and they seemed to be everywhere. That was a great
night and I made sure sent him an expensive food hamper with champagne to
show my gratitude. We had formed a nice friendship and thanks to him I was
now being asked, very discreetly, about my interest in the SS Adonis. It
sounded too good to be true and yet I was hooked from the first words I had
with Emile Sobat, who turned out to be the host and owner of what I later
discovered was a 172' long superyacht with eight bedroom suites, bathrooms
and an onboard swimming pool. When I answered the call from Emile that
night at my home I asked the questions and Emile answered in a slow voice
that seemed to be wary yet enthusiastic about what he was offering. I was
so excited about the idea and what he told me in that 37 minute phone
conversation that I transferred the £5000 that day and three days later
I arrived in Palma in Majorca ready to board the boat.

It was a simple offer and yet one that had me hard, horny and almost as
excited as a 12 year old girl who was being promised a new mobile phone and
day out with a boy band! I was one of four men that had paid to spend four
days on the SS Adonis; full board and lodging meant unlimited alcohol,
food, sun, sea, music and choice of recreational aids. It also meant
unlimited use of the real treasures the yacht had to offer and the reason
for the complete security blanket Emile Sobat had thrown around the
venture.

The eight bedrooms were all to be used by the 12 passengers. As I was told
by Emile during the long phone call all the passengers had been carefully
selected. He told me the three other men were aged between 29 and my age of
42, but it was the other eight passengers that took my real interest. They
were a team as Emile called them, of boys aged between 14 and 19. They were
of mixed races, cultures and nationalities. "The only thing they have in
common Mr.Taylor is that are all tops, not bottoms" said Emile.  I was
stunned and yet highly excited. As a submissive bottom it was always easy
to find a top who wanted to ride my ass and yet this was a dream come true;
a group of teenage boys who didn't take cock but gave it! As Emile later
put it, "Your hole and that of your three other companions will be
available and used at any time by the boys. This is the contract you have
with us and they will make sure you obey." I was even more excited by
this. The way Emile put it sounded so horny and yet I wondered if this
would really be the way it worked out. Teenage boys who were riders and
dominant at that? It sounded almost too good to be true. I asked more
questions as we continued that original phone conversation and Emile seemed
happy to outline the operation in detail. By the time he had ended the
first sentence and reply to my first question I was hard as rock, hot and
aching not only to jack off to what he was telling me, but also to
experience firsthand the cruise I had just paid a lot of money for.

Emile's voice never changed as he outlined the SS Adonis cruise. "Remember
it will be hot in the Med during your cruise and we only permit guests to
wear shorts. No tops and only flip-flops on the feet, although we prefer
you to be barefoot as the boys see this as a sign of submission. They will
be wearing what they desire although it will never be more than briefs, a
thong, shorts and sometimes if it gets cool in the evening a white vest." I
grunted an acknowledgement as I continued to ease back and stroke my cock
as Emile went on. "Most of the staff on the boat will never be seen by you
or the guests even though they are very well paid and loyal to me. The
whole of the yacht is available to you, but remember, the boys will be the
ones who demand your body and time and you must obey and submit to them
whenever they desire." That was a phrase that made my stiff cock pulse some
more precum onto my hand as I jacked to the conversation and agreed with
Emile. "The boys will use you wherever they want; this may be in the
bedrooms or on deck, in front of the other boys and guests and at any time
of the day or night. Should you refuse anything they want then we will put
you ashore with your luggage at the next port of call. Is that I understood
Mr.Taylor?" I almost spluttered in excitement as I agreed to his conditions
and then decided it was time to ask some important questions of my own.

"Emile, can I ask a few things?" He calmly said yes and I began. "How will
I know when one of the boys will want to use me?

"They will make it clear to you. The first rule to remember is that unless
there is someone sleeping in a bedroom, the door must, I repeat must, be
left open at all times. So, some of the boys will some will simply tell you
where they want you. One of the older ones I know of will click his fingers
and point to the place he wants you to go. There will be many different
ways but the important thing Mr. Taylor," Emile said and still insisted on
calling me by my formal surname, "is that you obey. The boys fuck and do
not get fucked and our guests want this. They are dominant and can be,
depending on who is in the boy-crew that voyage, sexually and verbally
aggressive. Just obey and remember you will need to be lubed at all times."

"And I can discuss this with the boys when we're on the boat?" I asked and
there was what sounded like a sharp intake of breath from Emile Sobat.

"You are not invited onto the yacht to talk and socialise with the boys!"
He sounded stern but not unfriendly and I apologised not wanting anything
to jeopardise my trip. "You interact and socialise, eat and drink with the
other guests and selected senior crew members and myself. The boys are
there for their pleasure, and I hope yours Mr.Taylor, but you do as they
tell you, not the other way round. Are you sure you are a submissive bottom
sir?" I panicked a little and sat up, my cock hard and red, leaking precum
and ready to fire.

"I am Emile! Sorry, I just wanted to understand how it worked. My
apologies. I will do as instructed and yes, I am very excited about the
trip." There was a short silence that made me feel uneasy and then Emile
continued without any emotion about the misunderstanding.

"The boys will choose whether to ride raw or rubbered up and you will
simply obey. You take your lead from them and do as ordered. My only
suggestion is to regard them in no other way than you would with an older
dominant male. The boys have been selected for their skills and
physiques. They are all capable of fucking and some are very
experienced. Just come prepared to please your top and you will have a good
time." With that I was left in no doubt about what was to happen when I
reached Palma.

That arrival was on the following Friday morning and the taxi took me to
marina where the SS Adonis was berthed. It lay not on the main marina but a
good couple of minutes out in deeper water. It was almost like a cruise
ship and when I was welcomed on board it was the first time I realised the
depth of my commitment. The young man who greeted me was wearing a white
jacket with gold epaulettes, white shorts to the knee, white sandals and a
wide smile. He was about 24 and tall with a shaved head and told me his
name was Arnon. He showed me to my cabin - more a large bedroom with a
fabulous double bed with portholes and an en-suite bathroom. He was a
powerful looking figure and had little difficulty hauling my two heavy bags
into the bedroom. But before I could ask anything else he had gone and I
was free to wander around and check out the yacht. The bedrooms were all on
one level and about the same size and on the upper deck was the pool and
large sofa that was scattered with about 20 cushions and could seat maybe
the same number of people. I was suddenly thinking I was the first guest
when a voice called me over and sitting around a bar further back on the
rear of the upper deck was Emile.

He looked no different from his photograph sent to my email - Dutch, mid
40s, tall and tanned, shock of white hair and the look of a man who was
wealthy. He did the introductions and for the first time the four guests
got to meet each other. Besides myself there was Stuart, aged 38 from
London, Marek, a 37 year old Czech and Brad who said he was 29 and yet
looked about 20 and was an American, originally from Chicago. And that's
how it started and stayed for the whole of the day. We drank, had a nice
three course early dinner and when Emile left to go into Palma we got
around to talking about the voyage and drinking. Three of us were new to
this and it surprised me that it was Brad who had been on one voyage before
and even more surprising to realise this tall, muscled Yank with a buzz cut
and broad shoulders was a bottom. We asked him so many questions even our
heads were spinning and yet he answered with grace and in some detail. But
it was his last sentence that intrigued us all. It was nearly nine o'clock
when he responded to a question from Marek.

"On my last trip one of the boys was a black kid from England, about 15 I
think and man did he know what he wanted! I was having lunch on my own when
he suddenly walked up to the table and grabbed me by the neck and pulled me
towards the large sofa over there. Then he just fucked me very roughly as
the other boys were reading comics and drinking. Some watched but they
mostly ignored us. Even when he was standing over me and telling me to use
my mouth to clean his cock they never looked. You just got to see them for
tops and not think of how old they are. Man, that black dude fucked like a
really aggressive top and my hole was gaping when he pulled those inches
outta me!" I was about to lean forward and ask another question when Emile
walked out of the stateroom and clapped his hands at us.

"Gentlemen, time for you to meet the boys!" We stood up and I was about to
walk forward when Brad tugged my arm just as Emile raised a hand to stop
me. At the same time Arnon and another crew member walked out of the
stateroom carrying two large silver trays piled with clothing and other
gear on them. "You will wear what we have given you for the remainder of
this evening and nothing more along with the equipment here." The two trays
were set down on the bar and Brad smiled and I could see why. "You have
five minutes gentlemen and then you are expected to be in the stateroom,"
he smiled directly at Brad as he continued, "in the way you will act for
the rest of the voyage."  Whether it was luck or judgement the engines
started and a few seconds later the yacht started to ease forward in serene
style towards the entrance to the harbour marina. As Emile walked back into
the stateroom Brad nodded and said, "This is it guys. What Emile means is
that when we get into the room you should kneel in front of the door and
put your hands behind your back and open your knees wide. The boys will
want to see some submission before anything starts."

"Does that mean we start, you know, I mean will we have sex as soon as are
in the stateroom?" asked a nervous Stuart.

"Not necessarily," said Brad as he began to hand out the identical items
from the tray to the rest of us. "The boys may simply ignore us and go to
bed. Play it by ear. Once it starts you belong to them so act like you are
a really sub bottom and hope it pleases the boy who chooses you." It took
us less than a couple of minutes to put on the gear Emile had laid out for
us. Each of us now sported a jockstrap in white with open access to our
asses, a collar with metal studs in black leather and cuffs that went round
our ankles and wrists, all lined with soft lambswool but made of leather
with metal clasps on the outside of each one. We used the lube and small
towels provided but the biggest shock was being handed a thick leather
cockstrap about one inch wide studded with small metal beads all over
it. Marek put his on and put it on the first of the two studs until Brad
almost shouted at him. "No! You are sub and must respect the boys Marek, It
needs to be on the second stud so it is very tight and your balls hard in
the bag!" It felt very tight when I did it that way and my cock that was
starting to stiffen with the thought of what was to come had become softer
and only half erect with the cockstrap now on. My balls were tight in my
bag and I realised it would make it hard to come, but wasn't that what
Emile meant when he said we needed to think only of the pleasure we would
bring to our tops?

Suddenly the two crew members appeared and slid the wide glass doors of the
stateroom open and we followed Brad towards the entrance to the now open
room that was screened with a silk curtain. I could make out some shapes
behind it and then Brad whispered something. Brad knelt and we followed and
lined up together and then put our hands behind our back and shuffled apart
so we formed a small line. Arnon appeared and slid back the curtain and as
he did the eight boys we were to serve appeared draped across the sofas and
sitting on chairs.

To be continued ........