Date: Sat, 8 Nov 2008 07:54:34 -0500 From: Billy Subject: Titanic I I awoke with my heart pounding to the shutter of the ship. The vibration rippled through me and seemed to continue endlessly for a space, then, eyes wide in the dark, a breathless eternity...the engines thrum died down to nothing and the ship went quiet. The wrongness continued to engulf my shattered dreams as I jerked up and hammered my head on the metal above my bunk. I forgot where I was. I could feel the blood run over my eye as I tried to shake the dizzy off. My thoughts ran to early as I thought of the last few days. I could barely breath for the scare, yet my thoughts raced. When we left Southampton I had no one, it was just me, Walter. Da died during the construction of the ship and Ma had died with my sister at birth afterwards. I crewed in on the fourth of April in 1912 as a bellboy. My duties were otherwise though. I had worked on the 'Olympic' and was graced with a knowledge of the similar decks. At fourteen, I sped the ships corridors at a run. I was a runner....a messenger. I ran messages for the Officers and for the wealthy. I ran happy, I ran proud. I ran 'till the cold took me... I ran his first message from the Marconi Room after dinner the first night out from Southampton . It was my first time to the smoking room on the Promenade Deck. I asked a steward where I could find the man who had left word as to where he could be found. He was old, thirty I discovered later. The steward pointed him out. He was enveloped in the smoke from the cigar in the ashtray before him with a snifter of amber spinning 'round the crystal in hand as I approached his table. I forgot to breathe as his eyes caught mine. "Yes?" he said. 'Breathe', I thought... "Lad...?" I stood wooden and sucked in a breath as I focused on balance. Da had told me stories about those that were taken by men and I was both entranced and terrified by what I saw in the eyes of the man that was taking in my measure. "Lad...?" I stammered his name as I reached out to him with the message I had in me hand. Then I tripped over my own feet and managed to knock the drink from his hand under the unfortunate gaze of the steward. I could still see the amber spinning in air as the back of the stewards fist caught the side of my head. "Fool...how dare you!" screamed the steward. "This is First Class - this is not acceptable! Report to your station at once!" My skin blushed hot as he hit me again. I would have gone face down were it not for the firm grip on the back of my tunic. The man's chair slammed to the bulkhead as he stood and twisted, me in hand, towards the steward. "You bastard!", he said in a low tone. The steward backed off wide eyed as my savior advanced to him...both fists up, one of them with me still tightly in hand. The steward fled. I was still woosey as I looked up. He said, "My name is Ben." He pulled me erect and smoothed the cloth about my shoulders. My face hurt so much that I could barely speak. "Sorries Sir, please fffforgive me!" I stuttered. "There is nothing to forgive lad." He took my head in his hands while he looked at me. "You're a sight. You're starting to swell already...come to my stateroom later if you find yourself in pain. I've still some drams of opium left from my last trip to Shanghai." "I'm on 'C' deck...just ask your Master for directions." I gave him his message and he pressed a large coin to my palm and nodded to me in dismissal. I glanced back as I left and saw eyes filled with malice as he advanced towards where the chastised steward had fled. I ran...back to my master. The steward from the smoking room was only minutes behind me and was red in the face as he told as he was bid. I was given orders to report, with an admonishment not to embarrass my Master in any way, to 'C' deck with an apology, and then to my quarters. I was told to be on my best behavior. My Master told me that if I was anything but exemplary in my service, to expect termination upon our arrival in New York. I was back to feeling like nothing again. - just my lot in life. I didn't even know if I would have a future in a few days. I could still hear them arguing as I made my way as ordered... I was so scared when I showed up at 'Ben's' that he had to pull me into his stateroom. I was willing...yet my thoughts raced 'cos I knew what was coming. The youngest crew often had to satisfy the needs of those that were older. I thought just, 'Please... ...don't let it hurt.' He was easily a foot taller than me...so good looking that I was embarrassed to be in front of him. I saw myself as no one that mattered to anyone, just raw crew. I stood before him staring at the carpet. He put a finger on my chin and lifted me to look up to him. "Damn, he made a mess of you." I snorfed through my nose with a noise like a snore as I quivered and teared 'cos I hurt so much. When his other hand touched the side of my face I flinched. He bade me sit at a small round table beside his bed. He went to the dresser and took a dark bottle from its top. "I don't have a spoon, so I'm going to mix this in a glass. Green or yellow?", he asked as his hand waved over a number of bottles. Of them, one was green and the other yellow. He said they were made by monks. I said, "Green?" He poured some of the contents of the dark bottle in a glass and added the green liquid 'till it was full. He handed it to me and told me to sip it...slowly. It tasted grassy and awful - as bad as the Castor Oil Mama gave me when I was little and couldn't go. I felt somewhat better in only minutes tho. Then Ben asked me about me... In the twenty minutes or so that it took to tell Ben my life's story, all my fears seemed to evaporate. He had a cigar lit and I found myself watching the air about it move in the most wondrous of patterns. I felt like I was floating above my chair. I was staring into the empty glass in hand when he leaned over and kissed the top of my head. The rush that took me went from head to toes in a flash. I shivered and looked up at him. His eyes held me as he held one hand, palms up, to me. I looked at his hand and put my smaller one on his. That was all it took it seemed. He stood and took me with him. The glass from my hand was on the table before I knew it. With one hand in the small of my back and the other on the back of my head, he pulled me tight against him. My arms were close against my chest when he kissed the top of my head again. He was so warm.... He just held me close as I did my best to form myself to him. When I realized he was hard against my chest, I lost it and felt myself harden. "Are you sure about this?" he asked. My heart was trying to break out of my chest as I wiggled and tried to get closer to him. My hands had the front of his shirt balled up in my fists and I was doing my best to grind the hardness that was my need against his leg. My breath was torn and ragged as I heard myself, "Please..." He said I could trust him. Right then and there I knew I might have found what I knew I needed...safety. He just held me close until the last of my fear ebbed and my body relaxed. He kissed the top of my head again and I melted into him. When he put his hand under my chin and raised me to face him, he was smiling. We were so close that I could feel how hard he was. He leaned down and started at me neck with kisses - little kisses, up and down he went. I didn't realize how extremely hard I was until he touched me there. I jumped and automatically tried to get away , but his arm had me. His kisses were heading towards my mouth when I responded with my own need. My first kiss was to his neck. He froze for just a moment as I hiccupped against him. He pulled me to him with his hand on my lower back. With the other, he cradled my head as he moved me to face him. "You are so beautiful", he said as I looked up and finally found the courage to keep his eyes. "I want you so very much! Kiss us my love..." I closed my eyes and rose to the tips of my toes for my first kiss on the lips ofsomeone who cared. I gradually let go of Ben's shirt and placed my palms flat against his chest as we kissed. My hands seemed to rise on their own to his shoulders as I struggled for height enough to meet him. I trembled when my fingers finally met his face. Yet, no matter my desire, I was unprepared when his tongue reached up and in to slide back and forth over the roof of my mouth. My apologies were nonstop after my teeth caught his tongue due to my lack of control. I felt lost as he found me. "Let's get comfy, shall we?" he whispered as his hands ruffled my hair. His fingers left me legless from the intensity of my need for his touch. I had to hold tight to his shoulders for support as my knees flagged. His fingers found my buttons and my whites fell to a puddle at my feet. My cock snapped painfully up to my belly at it's release. I had no shorts. I didn't have the pence for them. All I could do was gaze at the tenting of his trousers. When he pulled my top from me, I gasped at the coolness of the air. Then, almost naked, my hands shook as I placed them back to his chest. I moved my face to his as I felt the drop of his trousers. I ripped some of the hair from his chest with my teeth when he wrapped one hand about me cock and nags. I was covered in goose flesh as his hands moved to my cheeks to part me. I moaned as my legs failed me. He let me to my knees before he halted my decent with my head in hand. I sat back on my knees as he moved towards me... The hair on his crotch tickled my nose for a bit before the smell of him reminded me why I was so hard...and why I was there. I could feel the carpet beneath my knees, my whites about my ankles, and him hard against my face. He sagged as my lips parted to taste him. I pulled him to me and did my best to swallow his swollen penis. I could smell the soap from his cleansing and, when I moved my fingers to the inside of his thighs, the pulse of his heart. I gagged each time he hit the end of me. When he told me to cover my teeth with my lips I obeyed. The taste of him was still drooling from my lips when he pulled me up to him. "My turn...", he said. He swept me up and onto his bed. I was still on my back when his kisses returned. I lost it totally when his nails ran up my flanks. I did my best to arch away from the boy that I was when his kisses took my belly. My eyes bulged as I twisted and struggled to get away, but it was too late. I gasped and grabbed his arms at the wristsy jay held me did my best to stop the kisses that were sure to lead to my armpits. I struggled with all of my strength when I realized that's where his tongue was headed. His arms pulled mine tight above my head as he not only found my weakness, but exploited it far beyond my ability to resist. All I could do was whimper and scream to a god who had never been there for me as his tongue reached the softness under my arm. I convulsed as he tasted me there and I cried out from the sensations of the assault. I wanted to run and I wanted to stay forever. It was only a moment before I came against him again. As I came back down I saw the blood from the damage my nails had done to him. He just smiled and said it was 'oK.' Why me? "Come here" he mouthed.. He was so warm. He was still hard. I responded gratefully to his kisses now that the edge was off. I squirmed when the tip of his tongue reached up into me. I hadn't even realized I had wrapped my arms and legs around him until a wet finger found its way into me and my body spammed. "You're so tight...relax", he said...and I tried. His mouth found mine and I gasped as he managed three fingers. The pain that hit as he finally entered left me the ability to say but a word, "Please..." "Sorry sweets," he whispered, "I thought you'd be looser" He relaxed his grip on my cheeks as he pulled the head of his manhood out of me, "No"...was all that I could say. He went to the sideboard and lifted the yellow bottle and poured an incredibly large measure into a tall glass along with a small amount from the dark bottle. "Here...drink this love", and I did... The first tippance burned all the way down and I thought I was going to loose it when it hit bottom. He held me close as I belched and coughed. He kept me sipping until the glass was empty and I looked up to him for his approval. There was a burning in my belly and a fire that was enveloping me. He lightly kissed me where it hurt most and I could barely feel it. He told me it was time for another go. He moved me to lie face down to the bed this time. I was in no way prepared for the tongue that took me. I fought back. I tried to get away. I screamed with a pleasure that was beyond words as my fists ripped the sheets from the bed. I stretched my legs as far apart as they would go as I sucked air. I didn't even sense when tongue changed for man as he entered me...but my eyes did. They burst out of my head as a flaming fire took me. I froze as he impaled me. Man had boy. God it hurt. He told me to, "Wait...it'll be OK". I waited, impaled and breathless, 'till sanity was back. He was big. He was way bigger than the boys on the Olympic. I felt so stretched that my body locked in place from fear and it hurt even worse. He slid out and I gasped from the change. He slid a damp towel up me and did me so well with his tongue that for a while that I didn't even feel it when he slid in the second time. The feeling of having him in me was so incredible that gasped when he flipped me to my back with his prick still in me and slid deeper. My mind focused on my skin pressed against him. I 'member shooting between us. I felt it as he came in me. It was squishy and noisy as my ass convulsed again...please. His lips took my neck, he didn't even pull out as he picked up speed. I gasped and moaned as he slammed me into the mass of quivering jelly that had once been a boy. He roared in my ear as I sensed fresh juices being fucked out of my ass to cover my thin thighs. My head snapped back and a dull pain blossomed from my ravaged face when it came back to hit his chest. I held on tight with my remaining strength. It seemed that if anything, he was pounding me faster then ever. His balls slapped my ass in a rapid fire tattoo as his breathing broke to ragged gasps, his prick spinning circles in my ass. When his nails dug deep into the soft flesh just beneath my hole, I lost it. I was just a quivering boy in heat and had just began to arch back to take his strokes with my hole when his prick expanded larger then ever. My poor arse had taken all it could as I came with him and knew no more. I awoke with a sneeze. I was not in my bunk. I was alone on 'his' bed.' The light coming in the windows proclaimed it morning and I knew I must be late for my duty station. 'I'm going to be put out in New York when we dock.' I thought - alone...' I threw back the covers. I was naked, my entire body hurt and I felt really sticky. I searched the room for my clothes, which I found on the back of a chair. I was struggling into everything at once and lost my balance and fell to the floor in my haste to pull on my trousers. He entered the room with a towel to his face from a door I had missed the night before. He chuckled as I professed my need to get to work and bade me stay seated with a hand to my shoulder. He told me that my time had been arranged. He had awoken before me and he had 'bartered' for my time with the purser. I was his personal messenger for the rest of the journey. He led me to the bath and I stool somewhat unsteadily as he turned on the water in the tub. He sat on its edge and gently pulled me to him. He shook his head as he scanned the bruises and I winced as his fingertips probed the puffiness there. He showed me how to adjust the water to my liking before he returned to the bedroom. Although he was back in under a minute, I was already shivering in the cool air. He closed the door. When he turned I could see the bottle of opium from the night before in his hand. He held it to me and told me to finish it for the pain. He waited for me to drink what was in the bottle and return it to him before he helped me into the tub. He pointed to a folded cloth and a bar of soap. He told me to 'take my time', and to 'do a good job'...'everywhere!' I blushed as I realized where he meant and my fingers reached down to touch my hole. I was hard before I could look up and nod to him. "Perfect... perfect in every way" "We'll be very good company for one another young Walter". He reached over to turn off the running water and kissed the top of my head. I blushed so... He told me he had arranged for breakfast to be brought to the cabin = and then we both had work to do. The pastries were sooo good that I wolfed them down as fast as I could without seeming too greedy. I even tried hot cocoa for the first time. It was wonderful. As he finished and wiped his mouth with one of the napkins I had never noticed, he stood and motioned me to him. I was reaching to embrace him when he began to brush the sugar from my tunic. I looked up and smiled. He had started to wipe the sugar from my lips when he stopped. Then he leaned to me and proceeded to lick and kiss the sugar away. I began to laugh and then to kiss and lick him back .