Date: Tue, 12 Oct 2010 08:07:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mikey O. <m18silver@yahoo.com>
Subject: Escape Chapter 2

Although my characters may or may not use protection while having sex, you
always should!

I really need to proofread... but I'm just so lazy. Sex doesn't come until
the end...

============ Chapter 2

The journey back to Andrew's quarters was eventful and confusing. As he ran
up the stairs and through hallways, hoping to get to his room and find out
what was going on from his parents, he was on several occasions passed by
ship-crewman running desperately in the opposite direction. Some were
clutching weapons, others were carrying cases and other equipment as they
poured towards their stations. Every few seconds there would be a soft
rumbling and the ship would shake only slightly. He pushed his way pass the
crowds of civilians and crewmen who were trying to all squeeze into the
elevator and took the stairs to Deck 4 where his family's quarters were
located.

Almost as soon as he began the run down the corridor, he stopped himself
and, almost hypnotized, stared out of the observation window. The vast
darkness of space was interrupted by violent purple lights and red
flickers. "There's something out there..."

Another streak of purple light and Andrew was forced to his knees as the
ship shook more violently than ever before. The voice from before came over
the speakers gain. "Shields have failed. All guests, we are under attack!"
As he pulled himself back up to stare out the window, he jumped back as
several lighting-fast streaks shot by the window. He pressed his face
against the glass to get a better look and saw – what he thought –
were small ships zig-zagging near the hull of the cruise vessel. With
horror, he saw several explosions follow in their wake – and again he
was forced to hang onto the wall for balance as the ship shook
again. Scared, Andrew kicked himself away from the window and picked up
again his journey to his room.

It was only a few more yards down the hall and around the next corner, but
it was taking a while to make the trip since he had to stop and hold onto
the walls every few seconds as the ship continued to rock. Around the bend,
suddenly came a figure running so fast that he didn't see Andrew and the
two plowed right into each other, both falling to the fall.

"Andrew...?" piped the figure.

"Damien? What's going on! I think we're under attack..." Andrew continued
to babble and only stopped when Damien reached out and – as if he
weighed nothing – plucked Andrew back onto his feet.

"God no shit Sherlock. Aren't you suppose to be smart. Come on let's go!"
Damien looked angry and, more concerning, scared. It took Andrew a moment
to process what he was saying.  "We were told to go back to our
quarters... my family's room is 413 just around the block..." Andrew
brushed himself and made to walk back Damien, but was stopped when the
older and bigger boy grabbed his shoulder.

"You can't go that way, the emergency bulkhead door thing is closed. The
entire section is sealed. Come on, you can come to my room." Damien made to
pull Andrew but the brunette broke free and ran around the corner. The
large black metal door was indeed sealed shut and nothing Andrew could do
would open it. Slowly he began to feel a pain in his heart and his mouth
went dry again.

"Come on spaz!" shouted Damien as he tapped his foot impatiently.

"They...they...only close bulkheads..." Andrew ran his hands through his
hair confused and afraid. When he saw Damien's angry but equally confused
look, he took a deep breath and tried to finish. "They only close the
bulkheads when there's been an accident. Like a hull breach... to keep the
air from escaping..." small pops and explosions echoed in the almost empty
hallway, and the ship shook violently again.  Damien stood confused, before
shifting his expression from anger and impatience to solace. His lip
lowered slightly and his bowed his head a small inch. "Come on
Andrew... let's go." He grabbed the weaker boy's shoulders and began
pulling him in the direction of the stairwell. They climbed in silence two
decks – the only sound besides their footsteps being the small pops of
explosions against the hull. As they pushed open the hatch that led them
into the Sixth Deck, they were forced against the wall as tens of crewmen
ran all over. They could see flames in the distance and the smell of smoke
was pungently everywhere. "All hands this is the Resort Captain
speaking. We've taken heavy damage and have sent a distress call on all
Earth frequencies. The ship has taken heavy damage and... And..." the voice
grew less confident as it spoke, and the feeling of the captain's
uncertainty seemed to pipe through the speakers alongside his orders. A
women's voice – more confident, took its place over the loud speaker.

"All civilians, abandon ship. I repeat, we're on emergency evacuation
procedures. All crewmen begin assisting all passengers in the
evacuation. Get the hell off this ship!" The entire hallway, which had gone
quiet and still during the announcement, broke out into a fever of
hysterics. Some crewmen seemed to abandon their duties right there and made
a run for the nearest escape shuttles. Damien and Andrew exchanged looks
and crouched against the wall.

"We...we have to make it to my room. My dad should be there," piped Damien
as he tried to help Andrew to his feet. They kept finding their way blocked
by debris or fire and before they knew it they were lost. They tried to
flag down crewmen as they ran passed, but none were willing to stop and
help.

Just as Andrew was about to just give up he felt another set of hands on
his body. "Yo, little hoe?" Andrew turned to see the crewmen from earlier
who had propositioned him. "What the hell are you still doing here?"

"We're lost – I can't find the way to my room with all this mess,"
responded Damien forcefully. "And who's a hoe?" The security guard seemed
to ignore Damien at first, but eventually turned and looked him over. He
tilted his head slightly and found himself licking his lips slightly –
but stopped when the entire ship shook again.

"Don't bother getting to your room, get the fuck off this ship. Didn't you
hear Lidia? Come on, I'll get you guys to the escape area. I'll be joining
you soon enough – fuck this job – I just need to do something first."
He pushed the boys along and, within a minute or so, they entered a room
that was flashing red. He opened one of the small compartment doors and
pushed Damien inside. Just as he was about to push Andrew in as well, the
smaller boy turned to him and spoke. "Hey... if a bulkhead is
sealed... what does it mean?"

The crewman thought for a moment and, while pushing Andrew into the small
escape shuttle, replied "It would mean the entire section was
compromised. Hull breach, no oxygen, massive fire, no win situation. If its
completely sealed, it means they don't even except to be able to rescue
anyone trapped behind it – its that dire. But don't worry, there were no
bulkheads activated on Deck six, I'm sure your family is fine. Only Deck
four was that damaged..." The door closed, a loud hissing noise filled the
room, and the two boys could feel the shuttle disengage from the larger
ship.

It had no windows and only four seats, with various computer screens
mounted on the walls. They flashed messages such as "Please wait to be
rescued. Do not panic" and "Emergency rations can be found under the green
cushions". The shuttle seemed to be fairly insulated, as they could only
barely make out the explosions of their former cruise ship. They sat
quietly for what felt like hours, each taking a seat opposite of the other
as they tried to make sense of everything that had happened. Just as Damien
was about to fall asleep, he felt a rustle and, after opening his eyes,
found Andrew on his knees pawing at his zipper.

"What the fuck are you doing, Andrew?"

The younger boy just ignored him as he fondled with Damien's belt and pants
and within a good ten seconds had the footballer's dick out and
semi-hard. He gripped the warm member in his hand and focused all his
energy on pumping it. Just like before, a glob of glistening pre cum slid
out of the slit and sparked in the pale light from the
monitors. "Dude...stop," protested Damien, although he didn't move or push
Andrew away.

All Andrew cared about, at that moment, was his classmate's cock. He
lowered his face and with the tip of his tongue, stole the precum. He
licked the entire shaft from bottom to top several times in an extremely
slow fashion. He turned his head sideways and began to glide his teeth
along the shaft, whipping with his tongue as he did so. He squeezed the
dick with his right hand before engulfing all that he could in his mouth.

He sucked in as deep as possible and began massaging and swirling with
every mouth muscle he had. He grew bolder and reached his hands into the
pants of Damien and grabbed at his balls. They were slightly hairy and a
bit cold, but felt almost powerful as he gripped him them tightly. Damien's
breathing grew heaving and he leaned back as far as he could in the cramp
shuttle. He used one hand to rub Andrew's face and the other to run through
his hair. "Damn..." was all he could muster as Andrew's inexperience mouth
worked his tool like no way he'd ever felt.

Andrew pulled off the shaft and continued to service the head as he pumped
the cock with both hands. He couldn't really explain why he was so willing,
so eager to suck this jock's cock. It wasn't even like last time when
Damien had offered to let him – he just felt a need to go for it. To be
attached to something. It was only after Damien began to grunt that Andrew
realized what was –not- happening while he sucked the boy. He was not
thinking about his family. His mother and father and brother trapped behind
the bulkhead – unable to escape the ship. He stopped for a moment and
felt his cheek get a little damp, before diving back onto Damien's hard,
throbbing member. "Wow...fuck...bitch...damn" Damien continued to run his
hands across Andrew's hair and face, but allowed Andrew to do all the
pumping.

Not even caring to alert his servicer this time, Damien released a torrent
of liquid fire into the best mouth he'd ever had. "Fuuuu-----ck" he cried
out as six violent spurts coated the inside of Andrew's mouth. When Damien
had finally stopped coming, he swished the sperm around his mouth and, as
if about to get sick, spit everything out onto the floor. It was
nasty...wasn't it. He was nasty... he missed his family..."

"Excuse me... Uhm," a small voice echoed across the near-hallow shuttle and
both boys jumped. They looked around and saw that one of the monitors was
displaying a picture of a uniformed man. "Yeah...emergency shuttle-pod,
prepare to dock. We're here to uhm...rescue you." The man was obviously
embarrassed, and quickly disappeared from the monitor.


Hey guys this is just a start of something I hope to continue. It will
contain more sex, but I want to make sure that it also has a story that
goes with it! Please let me know what you think @ m18silver@yahoo.com