Date: Sun, 13 Jun 2004 22:56:54 +0000
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Boys of Lady Lex Chapter 8

Greetings Readers. Sorry for the posting delay. Our proofreader is away on
vacation and has been gone longer than we expected. We decided to go over
the chapter again ourselves and post it so our loyal readers wouldn't have
to wait any longer for a new chapter. Ben and I want you all to know that we
each have a story of our own posted on Nifty, and if you are enjoying the
Lady Lex you may enjoy reading our stories between postings. Ben's is "The
Last Resort", which can be found in the Young Friends section, and mine is
"The Survivors" which is right here in the Sci-fi section.
Ben and his little brother Andrew are heading into trouble. Enjoy the
chapter.
-Douglas and Ben


The Boys of the Lady Lex
Chapter 8
"Chew Outs and Love Ins"
Written By Douglas DD and Benjamin T. Collins

Matt knew they were back in deep space. They had stopped briefly at some
planet, unloaded some things, then continued on. Where they were continuing
to, he had no idea. Everybody on the ship treated him nicely, but nobody
told him anything. He was dying for some beer, or a hit of weed, anything to
kill the day after day boredom. Instead, he contented himself with a long
jerk off, thinking of all the things he'd been doing at wild parties since
he was a little kid, not that being 12 qualified him as an old man.

He pulled off his tunic and his sweats. He had nothing on underneath. He got
on to his bed and lay on his back, working on his hard hairless dick. Well,
almost hairless, he thought as he pulled his legs up and got a close enough
look at his dick to detect a little but of angel hair fuzz right on the
base.

He liked the idea of having his legs up and his dick over him. He walked his
legs up the wall of the cabin. I might was well make good use of this cum,
since I can't suck anybody, he thought.

He looked straight up at his hard four incher, relishing the moment of
orgasm and the shooting of his watery cum into his mouth and on his face. He
was almost at the moment of orgasm when his door opened, and a member of the
crew who called himself Sam, walked in.

He stopped and looked at Matt with a leer. "Oh, so we're all boy are we? I
had a feeling that was true." He shut the door behind him and walked towards
Matt's bunk.

*****

The boys were allowed their first recreation free time after dinner. It
would only be a half-hour, and since nothing worked, there wouldn't be much
to do. They had to take it in the small part of the hanger deck that served
as the dining area for now. Ely was getting a lot out of the old freighter's
gravity generator, but it still only worked in a small area of the ship. A
boy could stay in his own cabin, but no outside boys were allowed to be
there with them. In other words, a boy and his roommate only were allowed in
a cabin.

Ben had watched his twin brothers at dinner. Ever since his ride on the
shuttle, Trevor had become increasingly cocky, not that he had been that
humble before. Now he was intolerable. Andrew's new friend, the one Ben had
seen him naked in the all with, seemed to have Andrew animated and happy.
Ben had noticed, however, that Andrew's friend wasn't at dinner, and that
Andrew looked sad and unhappy.

The boys had to sit in assigned locations at dinner, and could only talk to
the boys at their own table. In Ben's case that was five boys he hadn't met
before. The assignments rotated, giving the boys the opportunity to get to
know more boys. Ben really liked only one of his table mates at this meal.
Three of them were 13, one was 14, and the other was 10. The 10 year old was
the only one who seemed to have any manners about him at all. The other four
were loud and brutish. Twice a crew member had to come over and quiet them
down.

The 10 year old's name was Carson. He and his brothers were all on board.
They were bright, sweet kids. When he asked Carson how they ended up in a
prison school, and thus on the Lady Lex, Carson said, "Oh, stealing some,
but mostly for selling weed."

Carson, and his brothers Ian (12) and Scottie (14), had been selling pot to
kids in their church, school and Sunday school since Carson was 6. At first
it was easy, since their neighbor grew it, legally, for a neighboring
distributor. They just would climb the fence to his garden and night, do
some clipping, and go sell. The boys also sold to their teammates on their
sports team. Carson played baseball and hockey, while his Ian played
baseball and soccer and Scottie played baseball and basketball.

Well, at least they have pot and baseball in common, Ben thought with
amusement. Later, he would find out they had one more thing in common. A
little over a year ago they got turned in by a pious Sunday school student.
As first time offenders they got their hands slapped and put on probation.
Their mother, who was now too embarrassed to return to the church, talked
their father into a move. The move took them away from the garden they were
stealing the pot from. The boys not only missed the money they got selling
pot to their friends, they missed the pleasure they got from smoking it.
They'd been doing that together for the last four years as well.

Being a teenager now, Scottie got a bit emboldened. Had they been caught
early on, the entire adventure would probably have ended then and there, but
now Scottie was 13 and full of ideas. One night, as the three boys shared
Scottie's king sized bed and had engaged in some raucous brotherly love,
they talked about how they missed toking on weed. Scottie told them he had
an idea.

A week later they broke into the neighborhood drug center and stolen enough
weed to sell and to use. Breaking into a drug center was much different than
stealing out of a growing garden, and it wasn't long afterwards that they
were caught. Because it was a second offense, they were given an 18 month
sentence. Because of their background and intelligence it was to a prison
school. So here they were, on the Lady Lex. Carson pointed out his two
brothers to Ben. Ben had to admit they were cute, as was Carson. Well, mine
isn't the only family with three kids on this hell ship, Ben thought.

His goal for recreation period was to see what was bugging Andrew. He felt
sad when he entered the hanger as saw Andrew sitting by himself on a metal
chair looking morose. He snuck in behind him and put his hands over his
eyes.

"Guess who, Otter."

Andrew couldn't help but giggle. "It's Ben."

"Hey, you're good." Ben dropped his hands and moved around the chair. He
pointed to an empty one next to it and asked if he could sit there.

"Ya. You need my permission for that?"

Ben scooted the chair in closer to Andrew's, sat on it and put his arm
around his little brother.

"What's bugging you, my little Otter."

"Nothin'."

"Not true. I can tell something is bugging you. It's written all over your
face."

The little smile that Andrew had from Ben's playfulness disappeared and
tears started to form. Ben hugged Andrew a little tighter. It was funny.
Andrew and Trevor were twins, but Trevor never seemed to need or want hugs.
Andrew was by far the more vulnerable of the two.

"Well first they never let me see you. Then I get a friend who is so
awesomely wonderful I can't believe it. I mean I really lov...I really like
him. And now he got taken away from me and I'm gonna end up getting some new
roommate I won't like and I can't ki...do things with."

Ben was used to Andrew getting a little carried away with himself. He smiled
at the missing words and the image of Andrew and his roommate naked in the
corridor.

"How as he taken away from you? Did he break some rules, or what?"

"No. He's not one of us."

"What do you mean, he's not one of us?" Ben asked.

"What I mean is he's the doctor's son and things got all confused and nobody
would listen to him and he ended up being my roommate and then my friend.
and I love him, Ben." Andrew buried his head into Ben's shoulder and his
sobs became one long wet cry.

Ben petted his brother's head, which felt funny with no hair on it, and let
him air it out. He knew that Andrew needed to cry it all out before anything
could be said.

"It's okay my sweet Otter," Ben cooed as he calmed his little brother. He
noticed that quite a few of the boys had looked over their way. They were
almost all tough kids, and tough kids didn't look highly on crying boys.

Carson, the boy he met at his table came by and looked. "Anything I can do
to help?"

"No, it's all cool. Thanks for asking, Carson."

"Yeah, well, see ya," the stocky 10 year old said, obviously a little
embarrassed.

Like I said, Ben thought, most of the kids here are tough kids. He imagined
Carson was too. He looked like he could hold his own in a scrap, but one
could also tell he had a big heart.

Andrew raised his head from Ben's wet tunic. "Can you love me, Ben?"

"I do love you, Otter."

"No, I know that. I mean can you love me like you did at home? On our bed.
Please?"

"I'd like to, but you know I can't. I sure can't do it here. And we can't go
to somebody else's cabin or we get a week's worth of kitchen and bathroom
cleaning duty." Ben was rubbing Andrew's leg through his uniform pants, his
hand absent-mindedly rubbing along Andrew's thigh, not thinking of what his
moving hand was doing to Andrew's preadolescent hormones. But as he looked
down, he could see the results as Andrew's pants were tented out by a
straining hard on. He quickly removed his hand.

"No, don't stop, Benjie. That felt good."

"I can tell," Ben said, as he took the chance and rubbed the palm of his
hand along the bulge.

"You haven't lost your friend you know. He's not going anywhere. If his dad
is the doctor, I heard his sons are traveling with us. I don't even know who
his other son is. But he's gonna be right here. I bet you even take classes
together."

"I don't want him to take classes with. I want him to be my roommate." He
leaned in close to Ben's ear and whispered, "We've kissed a lot and we
rubbed out boners together and slept naked."

Ben wasn't surprised. In fact, considering the experiences he'd had with
Andrew, he was surprised it hadn't gone further, at least into oral sex.

"That's very cool," Ben said, once again not realizing what his hand was
doing. It was right on Andrew's crotch, holding the short incredibly hard
pole pushing up on Andrew's pants.

Once again, Carson walked by. He looked, smiled, winked, and moved on.

What a little pest, Ben thought. But a nice one at least.

"Don't hold your hand there, make it rub me, Benjie."

Once again Ben pulled his hand back. So that's what Carson was looking at.
Oh great, now he'd go tell his brothers he was holding his own little
brother's boner, and they would tell everybody else, until the entire ship
ended up knowing about. it. He could feel his face burn.

"I want to put it in your mouth, Benjie. Please. And I want you to kiss me.
I need you, Dolphin brother."

Ben thought, and finally said, "Look, you don't have a roommate right now,
right?"

"Yes."

"No, but they said they're gonna move somebody in with me soon. A couple of
the rooms don't got any water and they might have to move some people for a
couple of nights."

"Okay, look. My roommate has first watch tonight. So how about right at
lights out.  If you don't have a roommate you sneak out of your cabin to
shuttle corridor. Nobody is going to be working there. The shuttle isn't
going anywhere. We'll have at least an hour for some fun before we have to
sneak back."

"But, if we get caught we'll be in real big trouble."

"Do you want to do this, or don't you?" Ben asked. "I'm trying to help you
out here, Otter. We don't have to do this. I mean I'll be in trouble for
helping you."

"Okay. Let's do it."

Finally, Ben let go of Andrew's throbbing member and stood up. Andrew was
just a few seconds away from orgasm. He couldn't wait for tonight and doing
a 69 with his big Dolphin brother.

*****

Kalon and Ely were sitting next to the engineering desk.

"Well, pops, you going to be able to stand watch on a two man shuttle
mission? I mean I know it ain't far, but it's still going to be two and half
days there with fuel stops. A starship would do it in a day. Hard to believe
there's such scummy planets so close to your Earth, isn't it. I mean it's
right in SFA territory."

"Ensign, I have three things to tell you. Thing one is this, the SFA doesn't
set up the governments on planets. They are independent planets, but we have
protection agreements with some of them who don't have their own navies.
All we do is protect them. Alliance from outside enemies, like the Kritons
had been. After that they're on their own."

"Number two, the planet Wotan has had a corrupt government for a long time.
It's why Geldon Raiders even have a chance of being successful within the
protection sphere of the Alliance, and don't think the government of that
planet doesn't profit from them and from the other scumbags they deal with.
It's how Geldon Raiders were able to sell OUR stuff on that planet. The SFA
would love to wipe that government out."

"And the third thing, pops?"

Ely got off his chair, walked over to Kalon, grabbed him by the cloth of his
tunic and yanked him out of his chair, then slammed him against the wall. He
glared right into Kalon's eyes. "And the third thing is, ENSIGN, to you I am
Captain Storm! Ely, if I get to respect you, which for now I do not. Captain
Hatcher may be letting you get away with shit, but I won't. The only person
on this ship who outranks me as Chief Engineer is Captain Hatcher. But for
now I'm speaking for me. I WILL NOT TOLERATE A WEEK OF YOUR DAMNED
INSOLENCE!!!" Ely had Kalon flattened against the wall. Kalon was surprised
at the strength of the man. He hadn't expected the attack on him.

"So, for now it will be Captain, Captain Storm, or Sir! DO YOU UNDERSTAND
ENSIGN?"

Kalon took a deep breath. "Ya, sure, pops." He relaxed for a moment then
pushed off the wall at against Ely. It was time to fight back. He wasn't
about to be put in his place by this fossil.

He was stunned, when, instead of giving, Ely not only held his ground, but
slammed him back against the wall, the back of his head banging on the
metal, causing him to see stars.

"I don't think I heard you, Ensign." Ely's voice had a sinister quiet to it.

"I said, yes, sir.....pops."

Again in a suprise move, Ely's right fist drove into Kalon's gut, and has
Kalon doubled up from the force of the blow Ely backhanded him across his
mouth.

"I repeat. I don't think I've heard what you said. Please talk louder."

Kalon wanted to wipe the blood dribbling from his mouth, but couldn't as the
older, but stronger, man had him once again pinned.

"I understand...Sir."

Ely let Kalon drop to a sitting position on the floor, then took his boot
and knocked him off to his side. "I'd have hit you harder, but I still need
you as my co-pilot, and for that I need you in one piece. I will see you at
the shuttle an hour after lights out for the cadets."

Ely Storm turned and walked away, unable to see the look of hatred in
Kalon's eyes, but able to hear a whispered, "Yes, Sir." Ely smiled to
himself, but he know that for awhile he'd better not turn his back. He was
sure the Ensign was not afraid of a court martial for assaulting a superior
officer.

*****

Sam walked up to the bed and unzipped his pants, letting his quickly rising
7' boner pop out.

"Impressive isn't it lad.  I bet you've never seen one this big. I bet
Ambassador Michael's kid loves to suck cock and would like nothing better
than to have this thing in his mouth. I can tell from your position, laddy,
that you love to eat cum. I mean why else whack your pud with your legs up
high like that. "

By now Matt had dropped his legs down and was sitting on the bed with his
back to the wall, a pillow now covering his deflated cock.

Sam moved over to the bed and sat next to Matt. "Come on laddy, give Sam a
good look at your wares. Me thinks they're real impressive for a boy your
age."

Matt almost wanted to laugh. He wasn't impressed at all with Sam's boner.
Cody, who was 16 and attended a lot of the parties that Matt did, was at
least an inch bigger and was thicker than Sam's. He's had Cody's up his 12
year old butt before, so there was nothing Sam could do to him that hadn't
been done.

What he didn't realize until Sam grabbed at the pillow and ripped it away,
that it was much different getting it at a party from an older kid when he
was drunk and stoned then it was having a man come at him and try to force
him.

Sam stuck his leaking cock up against Matt's face. "Come, on lad, put it in
your mouth. Suck on it. You know you wanted it."

For the first time in his life, Matt's naked body felt exposed. His flaccid
cock was a little mushroom head against his balls, his chest was dripping
sweat. He felt like he wanted to puke as Sam left a trail of precum along
Matt's face.

The bang of the door flying open startled Matt and Sam. The man Matt
recognized as the ship's captain came in and yelled, "Goddammit Sam, you
know you aren't to hurt the Ambassador's kid. We promised the Admiral no
harm would come to him. Shit, go to your room and jerk off or something."
Sam had left the door ajar, and the captain was checking it when he heard
the noise in Matt's cabin.

The captain turned on his heel and walked out. Matt was disappointed that he
hadn't arrested Sam or something. Sam tucked in his cock, and pulled up the
zipper on his pants. "Ya know ya wanted it, laddy. And I can give to ya if
you want when the captain isn't being a busy body"

He walked to the door and stopped, looking at Matt's beautiful naked body.
"You're gorgeous lad. Ya would've fetched a pretty penny in the black market
back there at Wotan. Lot's of fine rich men ready to buy a boy like you. Too
bad the captain's so stuck on following orders. But ya haven't seen the last
of me laddy." He gave Matt a hideous leer. "No, sir, laddy, ya haven't seen
the last of old Sam. I'll be making you my boy-girl before this is over"

He walked out laughing. For the first time since he'd been kidnapped, Matt
felt truly frightened.

He had, however, found out two things. They knew who he was, even though
they had called his dad an Ambassador. Well, he dad was no Ambassador. He
was a ranking diplomatic official, but had never been an Ambassador. And he
learned that some Admiral was behind all this.

The knowledge did him no good now. He wasn't in the mood for jerking off any
more. He rolled over on his stomach, wet his sheets with tears, and fell
into a dreamless sleep.

*****

Dr. Daniels looked at his son on the hospital bed. He knew that his wounds
were minor, and that healing would be quick, especially of the burns. He had
put NewSkin on, and with minor burns it worked within 24 hours. He was
realizing more and more that he had been too dedicated to space and had
fallen way to far behind as a father. Sure he did everything he could during
the time he was home. But he missed too many ball games, too many concerts,
too much growing up. And now he missed his wife, Mary, terribly.

He thought this trip might be good for him and both of his sons, but he
realized now he hadn't really listened to them regarding this adventure. He
also knew that the adventure was over. He had turned in his resignation to
Captain Hatcher following their heated discussion. As soon as Nipper woke up
he would tell him the happy news. He hadn't seen Douglas yet to tell him.
His sons would be back with their friends and their teams and activities.

He thought back to his discussion with the Captain. It had put a strain on
their long time friendship without a doubt.

"Steve, how the fuck was he mistaken for one of the cadets?"

"I don't know. But I plan to find out!"

"What's more, even if he was mistaken for one at first, he would've said
something. He would've been asked to see you or to see me. I mean how can a
kid fucking ask to see the fucking doctor and be turned down?"

"I don't know, Larry. Look, I'm sorry. I am really, truly sorry. I plan on
getting the answers to your questions."

"How about finding out now! Let's call your taskmaster, Sergeant Flint, in."

"Look, Larry, I said I would look into it."

"NOW, Steve. I want my answers NOW!!"

Captain Hatcher had never seen his friend this mad, and he really didn't
blame him. Captain Hatcher buzzed for his aide and asked him to have Master
Sergeant Flint report to him immediately.

Ten minutes later the Sergeant Flint entered the Captain's office.

"You asked to see me, sir?"

"Yes, Sergeant. Have a seat." The Captain pointed to one of the chairs next
to his desk.

The Captain showed Flint a picture. "Do you recognize this boy, Sergeant?"

"Yessir, he is one of the Cadets. Nipper, I believe his name is. I haven't
had time to learn the names of all the boys, Sir, but I do remember him."

"Did he ever ask to see me?"

"That's why I remember him. He was being quite a pest about that. And we
certainly can't have every kid with a minor gripe bothering the captain now,
can we?"

"No, that we can't." Hatcher looked over at Dr. Daniels.

"Did he ever ask to see the ship's Doctor?" Dr. Daniels asked.

"More than once. But the same thing. He wouldn't say what was wrong, and we
certainly can't have every kid with a minor ache and pain bothering the
doctor, either, can we?"

The Sergeant thought for a moment, and then said, "And a few times he
insisted he was the doctor's son, and when they get that desperate you've
got to figure they must be malingering. A lot of that is going to go on with
these lowlifes."

Dr. Daniels could feel his neck heating up as the anger built in him.  "He
was about to shout out something when Captain Hatcher cut him off. "Let me
handle this, Larry. Some changes have to be made now."

"Sergeant Flint, when a member of the ship's crew requests to see the ship's
doctor, what is the required response?"

"To approve the request, sir."

"Excellent. And on our fine academy ships, if a cadet asks to see the ship's
doctor, what is the required response?"

"Once again, to approve the request, sir."

"Then, sergeant, WHY DID YOU TURN DOWN THIS KID????"

"Because, sir, with all due respect to you and the doctor here, there was
obviously nothing wrong with him."

"I wasn't aware you had a medical degree, sergeant."

"Sir, I can spot malingering. These kids are thieves, drug dealers,
prostitutes, and murderers. They need to find out right away where the line
is. It's what you brought me in to do. Draw the line and not let them cross
it. And when some little punk kid who's probably been stealing since he was
in the cradle tells me he wants to see the Captain, and then see the ship's
doctor, because he's the doctor's son, well, sir, there is no doubt this kid
is trying to avoid having somebody get tough with him. Sir, that won't
happen on my watch. That's the problem with these kids, nobody's ever been
tough  on them. Sir, they were all going to schools for "bright" thieves,
where they were being so coddled there was probably somebody assigned to
stroke their dicks for them.. The doctor's son," he spat out, "give me a
break."

This time Dr. Daniels was able to open his mouth. "It just so happens,
Sergeant, that boy IS my son!"

Both the captain and the doctor noticed Sergeant Flint turn pale.

"Yes, he ran away. But are you guys so disorganized you can't even tell if
somebody is one of your cadets?"

"There were a lot of boys being processed in a short time, sir. We just
figured his papers were lost and would get found later."

"What did the boy say his name was, Sergeant?"

"Nathan. We went by Nipper. Amazing how many of those boys don't use their
real names. I can't remember the last name."

"It wasn't Nathan Daniels?" the doctor asked quietly.

Only the hum of the life support system could be heard in the room. The
Sergeant took a deep breath and said, "I believe it may have been on his
sheet, sir. But sir, in my defense, Daniels is a common name."

"Let me get this straight. He says he's my son. His last name is the same as
mine. And he gets ignored??"

"Sir, it was busy and chaotic. We didn't have much time to prepare for this
and...."

"Gentlemen, this is getting us nowhere," Captain Hatcher said.  "What's done
is done, and fortunately Nipper is back with us and safe with his father."

He looked at Sergeant Flint. "Sergeant, stand up at attention now please."
The Sergeant rose up off his seat. Sergeant Flint, these boys may be tough
boys from a tough background, but they are still kids, many of them a lot
younger than I expected. I mean, my God, we have some kids as young as 10 on
this ship. I was told they would all be teens. But tough kids or not, they
will be treated by the same rules as the cadets on any academy ship. You
have a lot of leeway within those rules to be as tough as nails, or even
tougher. I have no complaints about your overall program. You're right about
most of those boys. They need to be leaned on hard.

"But you will stay within the rules. A boy asks to see the doctor, he sees
the doctor. If he's malingering, the doctor will determine that. And trust
me, we will make big examples of the first ones to take advantage of the
rule. Do you understand where I'm coming from, Sergeant?"

"Yes, sir, I do, sir."

"Then you are dismissed."

"Yes, sir." The sergeant headed for the door, then turned and looked at Dr.
Daniels. "Doctor, I'm sorry, sir." He turned once again and walked out the
door.

"Steve, you realize I have to resign. I now realize this ship is no place
for my boys. I thought it might help them grow up some being around kids not
as fortunate as them. I was wrong. And in more then one way. Because,
truthfully, my decision to do this was a selfish one. Nipper's trying to run
away and Douglas's obvious unhappiness proves that beyond a doubt."

"You're resignation is reluctantly accepted, Larry. I will miss you. And I
hope this doesn't put an end to our friendship."

Dr. Daniels stood up. "Probably not," he said noncommittally.

Now he was sitting next to his younger son's bed, holding his hand. He saw
the boy's eyelids flutter, then open. The eyes fixed on the man next to the
bed, the a huge smile lit up the boy's face.

"Dad!" He tried sitting up, then grunted and dropped back down on the bed.
"Why am I here?"

Dr. Daniels told him how he got hurt. He said my tomorrow he should be close
to okay, though his ribs would be sore for a few days. Nipper told him about
running away, getting confused with the cadets, and then not being able to
get any help.

"Well, don't worry son, nothing like that will happen to you again. You and
Douglas were right. I was wrong. I was very, very wrong. I have submitted my
resignation. We will be taking the next transport from the space station
back to Earth."

Dr. Daniels was surprised by the stunned look of sadness on his son's face.

"No, dad. We can't go. We have to stay. I don't want to go."

Dr. Daniels closed his eyes. Kids, he thought. What is it about kids? Why
was he always a step behind his sons.

"Okay, son. Just why do you want to stay now, after running away to you
wouldn't have to. And you better tell me everything."

*****

Johnny got ready to leave for his watch just before lights out.  He would be
doubled up with some named Damien. After the Scooter incident, all watches
would be doubled until everybody was properly trained. They all thought
Scooter and the rest of them had been treated unfairly, and apparently
somebody thought they were right. Doubling the watch had been their first
small triumph.

"Night, asshole. One good thing about having watch is not being with you for
the two hours."

"Go fuck yourself, Johnny," Ben said as he turned his back to him. At least
he wasn't being called Benjie any more.

Ben heard him go, and slipped out of his bed, wearing only a pair of boxer
shorts.  He pulled on his tunic and pants and slid his feet into his shoes.
He wouldn't need socks. Right now, just before lights out, was the best time
to sneak. There would be boys in the hall heading for their watches. Ben
opened the door, looked both ways down the empty corridor and headed to the
small shuttle bay hanger.

The Lady Lex was a big ship, but only a small portion of her had gravity and
was usable by the cadets. One thing Ben didn't know was if Andrew had gotten
a new roommate. If he had, then they were out of luck, because the watch
list was posted, and Andrew couldn't just sneak out.

He got to a larger than normal door at the end of the port side corridor.
Above the door was a sign reading, Shuttle Bay #3. They had been told that
for now this was the only useable shuttle bay. The next big obstacle would
be whether the door to the bay was unlocked. From what little he'd seen so
far, most doors on the Lady Lex weren't locked. It was part of the SFA
tradition of trust. In fact, most doors didn't even have locks. Ben figured
things could soon be disappearing in a hurry from what he'd seen of his
fellow cadets.

He tried the handle of the door. It gave easily and he quickly ducked
inside. The shuttle bay was lit by a few lights along the wall, but the main
lights were off. He knew there were no cadets assigned to watch here, but he
didn't know if any crew members were. The shuttle bay was quiet however.

Ben had already learned that the term shuttle bay was kind of a misnomer.
The shuttle was really docked against the hull of the ship. The bay was
mostly for storage of parts and items to be loaded onto the shuttle. If a
shuttle had to be brought in for maintenance or repairs, it was brought into
one of the large hangers. The only way to board a shuttle from one of the
bays was through the airlock. The bay was empty, there weren't even boxes of
material stacked in it.

This was the only functioning shuttle and was the one that had bumped the
"Excalibur" over next to the Lady Lex. What Ben didn't know was that the
shuttle had been checked in the bay and moved out just an hour before after
being checked. Both Kalon and Ely wanted to be sure the little dance with
the "Excalibur" hadn't done any damage before they took the shuttle out into
deep space. Also, they needed to hook on some extra fuel cells to help speed
up their trip. Each fuel cell was one less stop at a deep space fuel
station.

Ben figured he would find a place to hide and then wait an hour for Andrew.
If his brother didn't how by then, he probably wouldn't. Even with the bank
of lights on it was still dark in the bay. Ben wished he could turn all of
the banks on.

The quiet was broken by a whimpered, "Benjie, I'm over here."

Ben turned and saw a tool bench, and a shadow come out from under it. It was
Andrew, with his tunic on backwards and inside out. Andrew ran up to Ben and
hugged him tightly around the waist. Obviously Andrew hadn't been assigned a
new roommate yet. Ben was finding out that things moved pretty slowly on the
Lady Lex.

"Oh, I missed you, Benjie. I love you."

"I thought my Otter loved Nipper."

"I do. But I love you too. You're my brother and my hero and you make me
feel good. I love you too, but it's different."

Ben bent down and kissed Andrew lightly on the lips. Andrew returned the
kiss, and soon they were kissing harder, mouths opening, their tongues
probing. Ben's hand left his control again and he pulled Andrew's tunic over
his head, momentarily amused at how his brother had put it on, and his hands
were racing along Andrew's smooth chest, back, and belly as the two brothers
kissed with incredible passion.

Andrew's hands were working on the bulge in Ben's pants, rubbing it,
kneading it, massaging it. Ben unsnapped Andrew's pants, unzipped them, and
Andrew jiggled himself to let them drop to the floor, his small hairless
boner jutting out proudly. Andrew hadn't put any underwear on and was all
but naked.

Ben started rubbing Andrew's smooth marble sized balls, causing the young
boy to shudder with delight. Both boys were breathing hard now.

"We better hide somewhere," Ben said.

"Let's go in the shuttle," said Andrew, who had kicked off his shoes and was
now naked. "That's where Trev rode," he added proudly.

"Yeah, the shuttle," Ben said. "It's not going anywhere."

They headed for the airlock door, leaving Andrew's uniform and shoes behind
at the workbench. They approached the airlock, and Ben saw all the lights
were green. He knew that meant the pressurization was equal between the
shuttle and the starship, so all he had to do was open the hatch. He pushed
the open button, and the hatch split into three parts, opening the airlock.
He and Andrew walked into the airlock and followed it to the hatch to the
shuttle, which was open. The main on hatch on most shuttles was at the
front, and this was no exception. They entered the shuttle right behind the
co-pilot's seat. The two boys turned left and walked between the four rows
of seats behind the pilot and co-pilot's and into the center section.

Ben knew from his uncle that most shuttles were divided into three sections;
the cockpit section, generally seating the pilot, copilot and up to eight
crew members. The middle section, which had a small galley, the head, and
sleeping accommodations for six. Obviously on a long trip beds had to be
shared between watches. Most shuttle trips were never more than a day or two
at the longest. They weren't built for long distance travel. The third
section was the operations part of the shuttle.

Ben and Andrew walked up to where the beds were folded into the wall. There
were two rows of beds, three high. After checking the directions, Ben pulled
out the bottom bed. It consisted only of a plastic mattress with no bedding.
Neither boy cared, all they wanted was a soft surface to lie down on.

Ben was ready to tear his uniform off, but Andrew said, "No, let me."

He reached high to pull of Ben's tunic, then unsnapped his pants, pulling
the zipper down slowly. He grabbed hold of the waistband of Ben's boxers,
and yanked them and his pants down with one pull. He marveled at Ben's
boner. It had been so long since he had seen it, with its hair and its
leaking precum.

He got down on this knees and licked the precum off the head of Ben's steel
hard cock, then slowly took into his mouth inch by inch. Ben petted Andrew's
still smooth head as his brother's mouth worked on his hard teen cock.

"Wait," Ben whispered, as he panted with lust. Both boys hearts were
pounding hard , both from sexual excitement, and from the small amount of
fear involved. Ben sat on the bed, took off his shoes, and pulled his pants
and boxers completely off. He knew they had a time limit on them and would
have to get going a bit faster.

He got on his back on the bed and said, "Fuck my mouth, Otter. Stick you
dick in it and fuck my mouth."

Andrew got on top of his brother, his dick sliding down to Ben's open, eager
mouth, as he lowered his own head back on to Ben's leaking boner. Oh, how he
loved the taste and feel of his brother's cock in his mouth.

He soon had his body in a rhythm, his mouth bobbing on Ben's cock and his
dick slamming into Ben's mouth. Ben was hoping this would be the time for
Andrew's first wet cum as the two boys worked towards climax. As the
pressure built up in Andrew's smooth little cock, his actions on Ben's dick
became more frenzied, and his fucking of Ben's mouth became harder. Andrew
was the active one, Ben the passive one this time, but it wasn't always like
that.

"Ohhhhhhh, god, Otter, I'm cumming," Ben cried out, and then he exploded,
shooting his hot teen cum up into Andrew's waiting mouth, filling it with
spurt after spurt and sending him over the edge, causing him to scream out
and push his tight smooth balls right up against Ben's nose as he tried to
squirt what wasn't yet there deep into Ben's throat.

Andrew turned himself around, then collapsed on top of the bigger boy,
putting his lips to Ben's lips. Ben could smell his cum, opened his mouth,
and was surprised when he felt and tasted his cum oozing from Andrew's mouth
to his own. He and Andrew had never done that before, and he wondered how
Andrew knew about it.

Andrew then lay on top of his brother, their two bodies molding, thinking of
his rub off with Nipper just a couple of nights ago.

"That felt good, Benjie. Thanks."

"Yeah, it did. Thank you, Otter." Ben pulled his little brother tightly
against him, not wanting to lose the feel of his smooth warm body against
his own.

Outside, Ely, Kalon, and Harrison Wolfe carried their gear into the shuttle
bay. Because they were passing through they didn't bother turning on the
full banks of lights, and none of them noticed the uniform and shoes lying
on the floor by the tool bench. Kalon pushed the door opener and the three
of them walked into the airlock. The entered the cockpit. Kalon and Ely were
surprised the interior lights were on, but then remembered that the shuttle
had just been moved out of the bay and docked to the airlock a little over
an hour ago.

In the middle compartment, the boys heard the men enter.

"Oh, shit," Ben said, "quick, grab your uniform, we gotta to into that
door." He couldn't see anywhere else to go.

Ben grabbed his uniform and both boys went through the door, closing it as
quietly as they could behind them.

"Who was it?" Andrew asked, his heart thumping loudly.

"Probably just maintenance guys checking things."

"But then they might come back here," Andrew said.

"Yeah, you're right, but there wasn't anyplace else to go." Ben started
getting dressed. "Quick, but your uniform on. We can just say we snuck out
to meet and got curious. I mean if we get caught the worst that can happen
is probably a week of kitchen and bathroom duty."

"Um, Benjie," Andrew started, trying to stifle a sob.

"What?"

"It's my uniform."

"What about it?"

"It's on the floor. In the shuttle bay."

"Oh shit." He pulled his brother tightly to him. All they could hope for is
that whoever came into the shuttle was just loading something and would
leave quickly. And that they didn't turn on the full bank of lights in the
hanger bay and see Andrew's uniform on the floor.

Ben crawled back farther down the dark narrow corridor. It was lit only by
emergency lighting. He found a door to side of the corridor. He opened it.
It was the head and the shower. He went to the next door and opened it. It
was a small storage area. It was empty, and if they squeezed in tightly, he
and Andrew could both if in, albeit, quite snugly.

He guided his sniffling brother into the storage closet and crawled in
behind him, shutting the door. They could last there for whatever time the
men were in the shuttle. He just hoped they would be finished before the
first watch was over.

*****

To be continued