Date: Tue, 20 Nov 2012 21:50:58 +0000 (GMT)
From: Steve Parker <steve14b@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: CREST - 2

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)

CREST - 2

"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."

I couldn't help but stare once the curtain was drawn aside at the eight
boys draped over the furniture in various poses. They were all as had been
described but some looked younger despite the fact they were all aged from
14-18 and one of them, a tall mixed race boy looked as though he might be
the eldest of the group. I waited for someone to say something and then the
sound system suddenly started pumping out music and the boys stood up and
walked over to where we remained kneeling. Nobody had yet said a word and
the two crew members were in the stateroom laying out a buffet and cans of
soft drinks obviously for the boys. Emile sat on a large armchair smoking
and watching us without any expression on his face. The boys were talking
among themselves as they walked around us, talking about the voyage, the
new music they were listening to and not a word about the four men ranged
before them for their pleasure.

The boys walked around us and then one of them put his hand on my head and
turned it towards him. He was a white kid about 14 and he nodded at me and
I wondered what to do when Emile stood up and walked over to stand in front
of us. He also nodded at me and I realised that it was signal for me to
stand up. When I did the boy's head came up to my neck and he reached
forward and stroked a soft hand down my ass cheeks and then slapped my ass
hard. The others boys were not taking any notice and three of them had
already wandered off to tuck into the buffet. The boy was about 14, maybe
15, with a lean tanned body although the thin white vest covered most of
it. He was barefoot and wearing a thick silver chain that hung loosely
around his neck, with a head that was topped with a short haircut. He
looked European and well built for his age but it was the small bulge in
his shorts that made me look at him. He walked away to the back of the
yacht and I turned and waited, a little unsure as to what to do when the
boy stopped, turned and hooked a finger at me to follow him.

I trotted over feeling a little uneasy but very excited and my cock was
starting to stiffen. The noise and lights faded as we reached the end of
the yacht and we were now under a dimly lit awning watching the marina
disappear behind us as the yacht cruised into dark open waters. I was about
to say something when the boy just said "Kneel!" and pointed to the space
in front of his feet. I dropped down and instinctively put my hands behind
my back. "My name is Tonio" he said and pulled his vest behind his neck and
placed his hands on his hips. His chest was strong and well developed and
later I learned he was 15 from Belgium. He was smooth all over without an
ounce of fat on his body and his stomach flexed with just a hint of a six
pack starting to appear. I was now facing his crotch and there was distinct
bulge in his shorts. The boy looked down at me and tapped the side of my
head to make me look up. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the others
had moved and there was just music and movement from the curtain that had
been pulled back across the stateroom. I was brought back to the situation
as Tonio pushed his shorts down and let them drop to his ankles. He stepped
out of them and slid both hands into his tight jockstrap and I could just
see what looked like pubes in the dim light. I was still looking up at him
as he pushed the waistband of the jock down and hooked it under his
balls. His cock was amazing for a 15 year old; it was no more than about
five inches in length, cut with a distinct flared head that was already
leaking a little precum which the boy smeared across the head with his
thumb, all the while still staring down into my eyes. He made me feel
uncomfortable but I also realised he was saying with his eyes that he owned
me - and my holes!

I felt uneasy but so excited that all I could do was stare up at the boy's
eyes. He seemed more used to the staring than I did and seemed relaxed. His
cock was standing fully erect close to his stomach and his balls were
naturally smooth although I suspected he did shave them a little. What I
thought was a bush of his pubic hair was there but it was a very carefully
trimmed and neat square that had been shaped above his cock. The music was
still coming from the stateroom when Tonio bent a little and gripped my
nipples in his fingers and squeezed hard. I gasped and he grinned and then
still holding them painfully hard he lifted my chest and placed my mouth
over his cockhead. I slurped around the head with my tongue feeling its
heat and then slipped the whole shaft into my mouth as the boy pulled my
body down using the still painful hold on my nipples.  I slobbered over the
cock and flicked my tongue out as I bobbed up and down on the boy's
tool. It felt very hard and thick enough to leave drool around the side of
my mouth as I fellated him. He was breathing a little heavier and I thought
I heard a slight moan as I bottomed on the cock and flicked my tongue
across the top of his tight and smooth ballsac. Tonio kept squeezing my
nipples and I had to resist the urge to push his hands away - after all
this what I had paid for. The boy was in control of me and my desires and
he would use me as he would.

The blowjob must have lasted around five minutes and I was amazed at how in
control the boy was. There was drool and saliva trickling around his tight
little balls and the boy's cock was even harder than when I first took it
into my mouth. As Tonio lifted me off the cock still using my nipples I
looked up, open mouthed and breathing heavily. There was drool around my
lips and down my chin and he grinned at that. I was now in the zone he
wanted me in and already I felt he was in control of my body and desire. My
cock was hard and leaking precum, dripping onto the deck to join the precum
and saliva from Tonio's cock. Tonio stepped out of his shorts, then let his
jock fall to the deck and then hooked a finger into my collar and almost
pulled me onto my feet and then led me across to the lower rail of the
deck. He pushed my head forward and kicked my feet wider apart. I turned to
look back and the boy slapped my ass hard and said "Keep your eyes on the
water!" I felt him come closer to me and felt his cock touch the inside of
my leg as he pressed my head down to stare into the dark water. I was not
more than a few inches taller than the boy but he adjusted my body by
kicking my feet apart and tapping the inside of my thighs. My hole was now
pushed back and open and I could feel him sliding his fingers across my
shaved ring and feeling the warm lube I had put in only ten minutes
before. The boy was ready to mount me and my voyage of sexual discovery was
about to begin.

I was a bit apprehensive about the fact that he was going to fuck me raw
but it didn't seem to concern him as he pressed the hot flared head of his
cock against my hole. The boy was strong and I could feel him pressing onto
me and then suddenly his cockhead slipped into my hole and I raised my head
and gasped. Toni eased his back straight and in one movement raised his
hand and spanked my ass very hard. I shook my head and as I did so the boy
pressed his cock all the way in and held it. I felt the teen cock flex and
then he started to fuck my hole. He was experienced that much was obvious
as he stopped every so often with his cock buried deep in me and ground his
hips. He was cooing and making small noises and I wanted to reach under and
jack my own hard cock but when I tried the boy barked out a strong "No!" in
a shrill voice and I gripped the rail again. His cock was now battering my
ring so hard I could feel his pubes scraping across my skin and that nearly
made me cum. Toni had his arms crossed over my shoulder blades and was
holding onto to the tops of my shoulders and had hardly broke his own pace
in the seven or minutes he had been riding my hole. Just as I thought he
was about to cum he started to fuck even faster and I realised the boy was
likely to last for a good few minutes. My balls were already aching in the
tight constraint made by the leather cockstrap and I was rudely shocked
from my dreaming when a second boy walked up and stood to my left. His name
I learned was Yolla and he was a 15 year old Moroccan boy and was wearing
just the standard jockstrap that seemed very full and which highlighted -
even under the dim light of the awning - his toned and olive skinned
body. He spoke English as all the boys I learned did, but not to me, in
fact he seemed to ignore me as he watched the Belgian fuck my ass.

"Tight hole?" he said and Toni said it was and then without another word he
reached under as Toni continued to batter my hole and grasped my near hard
cock. The boy was an expert and I knew that from the minute his firm grip
came around my cock. He slid his fist down my shaft and I moaned as he
carefully adjusted his grip and flexed his fingers to make sure he had it
right in his mind. He then started to jack my cock hard and I groaned as
the teenage Moroccan began to jack me in tune with his Belgian teenage
friend's movement.

I could hear moans and slapping from the stateroom but it was a sound
almost drowned out by the sounds of Tonio fucking harder and gripping my
waist tight and Yolla wanking my cock in a way that sounded wet and felt
almost unbearable. My balls were so tight in my bag that I yelped a couple
of times and then without warning Yolla slipped a finger onto the cockstrap
and without slowing flicked it off and my balls seem to fall into space. I
threw my head up as he wanked faster and realised that Tonio was cumming
and moaning loudly. I bucked as my first cumshot exploded from my cock and
Tonio was still battering my ring and Yolla was still wanking me as I fired
three more bursts of my seed out into the water. But before I could relax
in the warm glow of an intense orgasm Yolla stood and lifted my head by
using the collar and then pushed me onto my knees facing under Tonio.

"Clean it!" the boy said and I needed no second telling and leaned forward
to slobber and clean cum from the Belgian boy's cock and balls - a cock
that was angry, red, a little veined and still almost totally hard and
erect. The Moroccamn boy had wandered off and I was not yet finished
cleaning Tonio when he just walked away and into the stateroom. I trotted
after him ignoring my nakedness and still drooling cock and walked into the
stateorom through the curtains. What I saw made me stop. On the sofa was
one of my companions, who I couldn't make out as my attention was drawn to
the boy over him. It was a black youth who was no more than 15, maybe
16. All I could see were the soles of an older man's feet, the strong,
smooth back of a black teenager and underneath that body a pair of smooth
and very large balls jiggling as the thick cock they were attached to
pumped in and out of a shaved and lubed man's hole!

To be continued ??..