Date: Wed, 7 Oct 2009 21:04:50 +0200 From: Aaron Matthews Subject: Adam and Ryan 7 The run back up the beach toward the boats seemed to be over in just moments, the time snatched away by the elation that had overcome Adam and Ryan after they got their own back against Dan, the would-be rapist who they'd left behind in a small clearing in the inland bush. Ryan wondered if Dan would have the courage, or the audacity to come back to the ship before they sailed, but he was on such a high from saving Adam that he scarcely cared what become of Dan, what mattered was that Adam was safe. They arrived at the boat loading area in near fits of laughter, Ryan's little brother, Kyle, following bemusedly behind. Ryan had never felt anything like this before; this all-encompassing happiness, like a high almost. He'd thought that Adam would be quiet and withdrawn after what had happened, that things would become awkward between them and that the whole cruise might even be ruined. But as he glanced across as Adam, clambering into one of the boats, there was no trance of what Dan had done, apart from a developing bruise on his cheek and a cut lip. Despite these war-wounds, Ryan still thought Adam was beautiful, not beautiful like a model, he wasn't perfect. But he was damn close to it, and he had the most amazing smile. Anyone looking at the young blond boy would think that he had simply had a fist-fight with someone, only Ryan knew the truth. He also realized, as the boat pulled away from the shore and headed towards the cruise ship on the horizon, that sooner or later he and Adam were going to have to talk about what had happened. This post-escape high couldn't last forever. And it didn't. Later that night, after having dinner with his parents and watching the evening cabaret show, Ryan went in search of his friend. He hadn't been able to find Adam in the show lounge, which was unusual because they always met in the show lounge after dinner to find seats in the front row before the show. He went to Adam's cabin, but there was no answer to his knocking, even Adam's parents weren't there. Though, the first time Adam had brought Ryan back to the suite, Adam had said that his parents were hardly ever in the cabin. "They go to the nightclub and the casino and get drunk," he'd said, making it sound like he wished he could be doing that too. Ryan was sure he did as well, but at only thirteen there was no chance of either of them getting hold of booze on this ship. The ship was massive and it had taken Ryan a while, but eventually he found Adam up on the top-most deck of the ship, leaning against the railing and looking down at the dark, shifting mass of the ocean sliding steadily past. Ryan could tell immediately by Adam's body-language that something was wrong, he wasn't moving with the energy of a gazelle like he usually did, he wasn't curiously watching everything happening on deck, he was just staring out away from everything. Usually he wanted to be part of everything. Ryan looked over at Adam and felt a familiar grinding of emotion with him, what was he going to do with himself in a week when the cruise ended? He and Adam lived on the opposite sides of the country. Even as Ryan thought this he considered again that there was something psychologically wrong with him, here he was looking over at his friend who's been through a wretched ordeal just hours ago, and was clearly haunted by it. And here he was, perving on him, wondering what he'd do without him, without his smile, his laugh, his spontaneity. And his body. Adam had such a nice body, he was sexy without trying. Even just leaning casually against the rail he looked irresistible, his jeans hanging low on his hips and showing off the waist-band of his CK boxers, his T-shirt riding up slightly to reveal a glimpse of golden tanned skin. `You're a psychopath' Ryan told himself, but grinned anyway. The grin was short-lived because it was then that he realized Adam had just lit up a cigarette, and was nonchalantly smoking it right there on the sun deck. "Adam! Are you crazy? What if your parents see?" Ryan asked, shocked, but also impressed. God, Adam was so confident, he didn't give a shit what anyone thought. Adam shrugged and even his shrug was sexy. "They're probably so drunk already they wouldn't recognize me anyway," he said, and smiled, though his smile didn't reach those vividly blue eyes. Ryan realized he was trying to hide the way he felt, of course he was, that's how Adam always was, but it still hurt. "It's illegal for kids to smoke," Ryan pointed out, watching as Adam took a drag on the Marlboro Light. `Oh my god, I'm getting a boner' he thought ruefully to himself. How does Adam manage to make smoking so hot? Adam turned so that his back was against the railing, and stretched his arms out, the lean muscles in his body clearly visible through the thin T-shirt. He was amazing. His bright blue eyes looked into Ryan's and he felt sure that there was something Adam wanted to say, or something he wanted him to say. It was only a moment, but Ryan felt himself talking before he could stop himself. "I don't see you any differently, you know?" he said quickly, his voice sounded small on the air. "I don't feel sorry for you, I don't think you're different to how you were before...things down need to change because of..." just as quickly as he'd found his voice it was gone again...and Ryan was left staring into those blue eyes. Whatever Adam had been looking for, he seemed to have found it, or seemed reassured by what Ryan had said. He didn't say anything, but the expression on his face changed. Beautiful in his vulnerability, he suddenly became striking in his characteristically lethargic self-assurance. "All they can do is make me put it out," he said, apparently talking about the cigarette, as though the last few moments hadn't happened, "and there aren't any crew people on deck, chillax dude. Here, have a drag," Adam held out the cigarette to him, Ryan was sorely tempted, but also worried because it was illegal surely? Just then two old ladies walked past them, looking at the two boys with deep disapproval. Seeing them looking at them that way made Ryan suddenly throw caution to the wind and take a drag on the offered cigarette. He wasn't accustomed to the practice though, and started to cough at the same time that one of the old ladies started shouting at them. Adam grabbed Ryan's hand and pulled him away towards the doors leading to the elevator lobby. Once inside the lift they collapsed in hysterical laughter. Why was misbehaving so fun? As the lift began to descend Adam reached out and took hold of the front of Ryan's T-shirt, gently pulling him towards him. Ryan instantly felt a pulsating, tingling feeling spreading out through his body from his cock as Adam looked at him with a cheeky smile and then leant in for the kiss that Ryan had been craving since the last time they'd been together. At the same time Adam ran a hand down the front of Ryan's young body and over the front of his jeans, gently squeezing the hardness of his cock. "I want you really badly, Ryan," he whispered. Ryan wondered if Adam could feel the rapid beat of his heart, but didn't have time to dwell on it, because in that compromising position, with Adam's hand against the front of Ryan's jeans, their bodies touching and their mouths breaking apart from what had clearly been a full-on kiss, the elevator doors suddenly opened and a bewildered cabin steward stood staring at them. The look on his face, a rather good-looking face, Ryan noticed, was one of surprise, or shock, but it quickly changed to a knowing smirk, and he stepped swiftly into the elevator, looking like the cat that got the cream. Ryan knew that he was blushing because his face had gone hot and he could feel embarrassed adrenalin flooding his body. The steward had his back to them now, and despite the panicky self-consciousness that Ryan felt, he decided that the cabin steward had a nice back. Well, at least the shape of him from behind seemed nice beneath the starch white uniform, and he looked like he had a nice ass as well. "Don't stop on my account," the steward said, leaning over and pressing a button that would take them to the bottom most deck. "We weren't doing anything," said Adam defiantly, though there was a ring of cheeky daring in his voice, as though challenging the steward to try find out exactly what they were up to. "It didn't look that way to me," he said, and turned to briefly glance at the two boys. It was only then that Ryan realized they were still holding hands and he quickly pulled away from Adam. His friend didn't seem to care, he was smiling at the steward, looking right into his eyes and leaning back casually against the wall, the shape of his taut young body showing through his flimsy T-shirt. He was so sexy, Ryan though for the umpteenth time that day. "What did it look like?" Adam asked, looking up at the steward with his cute, lop-sided smile and bright blue eyes. The steward stepped towards him, placing a hand against the wall next to Adam's head. This kid was a fucking looker, he thought to himself. He had a cut above his right eye, and the cheek seemed a little swollen, like he'd been in a fight, but he was hot as hell none the less. He reached out and ran his fingers slowly over Adam's full, pink lips and infinitely smooth skin and smiled back at him. "It looked like something I'd enjoy," the steward looked down at the front of Adam's board-shorts where the boy's erection was eagerly straining against the material and smiled again. "My names Chris," he said as the elevator doors opened on J-deck. "Adam...this is Ryan," he put his arm over Ryan in a protective kind of way. "I just knocked off, you boys want to come back to my cabin for...a drink?" he asked, after a pause in which he seemed to wonder how to phrase his question. Ryan found himself feeling pleased at being asked to partake in such an adult pastime. "A drink?" Adam asked playfully as they stepped out of the elevator into another luxurious passenger area, at this time of night there was hardly anyone about. "You know that's illegal...we're underage." "I know," said Chris, a hungry leer in his hazel eyes. Ryan found himself feeling drawn to this older guy, he was probably eighteen, a man! And he was hot, not cute and sexy like Adam was, but properly fucking hot with his tight uniform and short black hair that framed a clean-shaven face that was almost as mischievous as Adam's, but with more experience behind it. Ryan was perfectly happy to go along with whatever Adam and Chris were moving towards, but as he contemplated being alone in this guy's cabin he paused in trepidation. What if it went horribly wrong, like the episode on the beach? What if this guy was another creep? Adam was so happy to fall into things, cruising through life, but there were consequences to actions! What if there dead bodies were found in days to come, floating on the ocean after being killed and thrown overboard? But no. He was being irrational, being stupid. At this time of night many of the other crew cabins would be occupied by sleeping crewmen, if Chris got weird with them they could call out for help, and surely Chris wouldn't risk the calamity that would come tumbling down on him if he was caught harming two underage boys? And anyway, something told him that they could trust this muscular cabin boy. His body was firm and strong, but his face was rather sweet. Inside the cabin Adam and Ryan sat down on the bed as Chris shrugged off his jacket and hung it up, with the jacket off his build was even more obvious beneath the shirt. He went over to locker on the wall and brought out a bottle of Southern Comfort. "I end off every night with a glass of So-co and lime," he said, holding up the bottle as though to ask if they wanted any. Both boys nodded readily, Ryan was keen to try out alcohol for the first time. Chris handed them each a glass and Ryan tasted the bitter, though not entirely unpleasant, liquid. Adam took it in his stride, slowing it smoothly with a straight face, but Ryan had to force it down, unaccustomed as he was to its taste. He tried to keep a straight face like Adam, but failed miserably. "Man, you're so cute," he said, ruffling Ryan's hair affectionately and Ryan smiled up at him, enjoying the feeling of basking in a man's appreciation. He liked the way Chris was looking down at him, his eyes roaming over his young body. It was exciting, and made Ryan want to lean back and lift his T-shirt, running a hand down into his pants and feeling his cock, letting the man know that he could look at more of him if he wanted. Ryan lacked the wanton confidence to do that though, so he occupied himself with taking a liberal sip of his So-co, and then tried to ignore the gag reflex as the bitterness caught at the back of his throat. The result was that he soon felt a strange sensation developing in his head. Had the weather turned? The ship seemed to be moving more than usual. He wanted to be able to talk to men in the same, forward, brazen way that Adam did. Was that what flirting was? He wished that he could do it, but he didn't have the same natural, cheeky, magnetic qualities as Adam. "Can I try on your uniform?" he found himself asking, surprising himself at the extremely suggestive nature of the question. "Sure, shall I get you're a clean one or do you want to try on this one?" he asked, indicating the one he was wearing. At that, Ryan wasn't sure what to say, how far did he want this all to go? And how fast? His friend quickly came to his rescue though. "I want to try your's on," said Adam, standing up and leaning against Chris, as though to steady himself, but Ryan knew his true intentions. And judging by the smile on Chris' face, so did he. He got a clean uniform out the cupboard for Ryan and then took off his own shirt. His body was indeed firm and defined. Not necessarily `muscular', but there was no doubt he did sport of some kind. Ryan found himself staring, and then his heart began to quicken as Chris pulled his trousers down and stood in front of the two boys in just his boxers, his growing erection visibly getting bigger. Adam took them into the bathroom to change, throwing Chris a teasing look as they went. "Are you okay?" he whispered to Ryan once the door was closed. "Yeah, why?" "Just checking, we don't have to...we can go if you want?" Ryan saw a look of uncertainty pass briefly across his friends face and felt a warm flush of affection for him. He did want to be here, amid the excitement of their salacious nighttime adventure, but he was glad Adam cared enough to check, because it was obvious Adam was after one thing only...and Ryan really wanted to watch. Chris was waiting for them on the bed when they came out, sitting on the edge with his legs apart, still in his boxers but without an erection. The moment he saw the two boys standing there in their over-large stewards uniforms though, his eyes became fixed and Ryan saw that his cock was quickly coming back to attention. "You two have got to be two of the cutest little guys that ever lived," he said, his voice growing a little deeper, "turn around for me." They did as asked and Ryan felt a hand on his bum, gently groping. "Damn, you guys have got nice asses," said Chris, "so firm and small...how old are you two?" "We're both thirteen," said Adam. "I bet you've got a big cock for your age," said Chris, running his hand up and down Adam's thigh. "He does," Ryan found himself saying, and giggled. "Show me," said Chris, turning both boys to face him. "Take your shirts off first." Adam and Ryan unbuttoned their shirts and cast them aside on the bed. Chris was staring at them hungrily now, and he reached out and put a warm hand against each of them, running his hand slowly down their bodies from their chests to the waist band of the trousers they were wearing. Both boys had full-on boners tenting their trousers and Chris grinned excitedly. "Show me your cocks," he said, massaging the front of his boxers. "Don't be shy," he added, seeing Ryan's hesitation, he slipped his fingers into the waistband of the boy's trousers and pulled the boy towards him. They were both fucking hot, he couldn't believe he was doing this. The blond boy, Adam, with his cheeky smile and bright blue eyes, was a little Adonis. But the darker haired, quieter boy, Ryan, had a smile that was captivating, and eyes that were unsure yet curious. He couldn't wait to see them both naked. "I think you're fucking hot," he said gently, as he ran his fingers over the front of Ryan's trousers, feeling the shape of his young cock, it wasn't very big, but in relation to Ryan's little body it was just right, and it felt so warm and eager to be touched. "I just want to see your cock, and touch it...and stroke it," he said, pulling the boy's trousers and boxers down so that his little cock sprung free. Ryan had a small, cute little patch of pubic hair and a pair of balls that hadn't quite dropped yet. His cock was circumsized and arched up towards Chris' face, just asking to be sucked. "Now you as well," said Chris, pulling Adam towards him as well. Adam needed no encouragement and let his trousers drop to the floor so that both boys stood in front of him, practically naked. Adam's cock was a little bigger than Ryan's, as Chris had thought it might be, he was indeed big for his age, but his young body was also slightly more developed than Ryan's. Adam had an adolescent little six-pack and nice, firm arms. His cock was uncut, and his foreskin was tight, barely covering the head of his rock-hard boyish erection. Both their bodies had been nicely browned by the sun. "You're quite a big boy, aren't you?" said Chris softly, fondling Adam's not-quite dropped balls. Ryan watched as Chris took his friend's hard cock in his hand and slowly pulled back his foreskin, revealing the cute cherry-like head beneath. Chris began to move his hand against Adam's erection in a milking motion that Ryan could see his friend was enjoying by the way his lean body became seized with a lusty tension. Ryan had never realized how hot it was watching someone else get jerked off by a stranger, but what was even hotter was that it was Adam who he was watching, and the stranger doing it to him was a sexy late teenage cabin attendant...it was as much the fact that he knew it was wrong, as well as the fact that Adam and Chris were hot, that made Ryan's whole body tingle with the need to come. He began to stroke his own cock as Chris leaned forward and ran his tongue up the length of Adam's shaft, pulling his foreskin back again so his tongue could taste the musty boyishness of his cock-head. Ryan had been there before, and knew the ecstasy that Chris would be experiencing. The cabin steward took Adam's entire length in his mouth and began to lick and suck rhythmically on the blond boy's throbbing pubescent cock. A small moan escaped Adam's lips as he reached out and pulled Ryan towards him, putting and arm around his friend's slender naked body. Their bodies were against each other, Ryan's cock was rubbing against Adam's smooth, firm thigh and he could feel the heat of Adam against him. Adam's bright blue eyes made contact with Ryan's and he stole a kiss before pushing Chris off him and grinning impishly. "We've shown you ours," said Adam. "Now you show us yours." The blond pre-teen sat down on the bed as though getting ready for a show and Chris stood up to pull his boxers down. Ryan's eyes immediately locked onto the cock that sprang forth and arched up into the air like a naked flag pole. He was much bigger than Ryan had expected, but Ryan hadn't had all that much experience with grown men and so wasn't sure what exactly he had expected. Chris' cock was as beautiful as his body, circumcised like Ryan's, but much, much bigger, and as hard as a wooden mast. The skin was taut and the pinkish-purple head was flared as though about to explode. "We got something in common, little guy," said Chris, taking Ryan's smaller, but just as hard cock in his hand and squeezing gently. God, it felt so good! Ryan felt his whole body tingle. Chris took Adam's young cock in his hand as well and smiled down at the two naked, horny little boys. Fuck, he was lucky. He would probably never experience an opportunity like this again. Chris let go of the boys and took another sip of his drink and then sat down on the bed again. "So I take it you boys have...done stuff together?" he asked, gently rolling Ryan's small, tight balls around. He was such a cutie, shy and quiet, but fucking cute. Chris could see the look of pubescent desire in Adam's blue eyes when he looked at Ryan, and could see by the hardness of his young cock that he was enjoying watching him touch his young friend. "Yeah, we have," said Adam, glancing at Ryan's cock and then at Chris. Chris took Ryan's small hand and guided it to Adam's cock, wrapping his fingers around the boy's hard shaft. Adam's young body immediately tensed up and Chris saw his cock throb readily in his friends hand. "Stroke his cock, Ryan," said Chris, guiding his hand back and forth, and playing with Ryan's tight balls at the same time. "I want to watch you jerk Adam off." Ryan had been desperate to touch Adam the whole day and he knelt down in front of him and began to slide his foreskin back and forth, he loved the feeling of Adam's hard warmth in his hand. His cock was so perfect, to Ryan it seemed big and developed, Adam was on the brink of becoming a teenager. But to Chris, he was watching a young boy get jerked off by an even younger boy, their adolescent bodies raging with hormones. Chris stepped behind Adam and ran his hand round the boy's body, round his firm shoulders and down over his smooth, taut chest to his narrow tummy. He pushed himself up against the boy, his hard manhood pressed flat against Adam's back. His body was so small, so vulnerable in his arms. He watched over Adam's shoulder as Ryan stroked his cock. Then the little boy leaned in, pulled back Adam's foreskin and slid his lips over the length of it, taking in as much as he could. "Yeah, that's it, suck Adam's cock, lick his hard boner," said Chris, feeling Adam's body moving back and forth in his arms. He began to tenderly play with the boy's erect little nipples, delighting in how entirely hairless his upper-body was, and how firm his young muscles were. "You like that, Adam?" he whispered in the boys ear, reaching down and running his hand through his soft pubic hair, "You like it when Ryan sucks your cock?" "Yeah," Adam moaned, his young voice light with rapture. Chris ran his hand down further, around the base of the boy's rigid cock and took his balls in his hand, rolling them around with his thumb and four fingers. They were so tight! Pulled right up against his body as his boy boner slid in and out of Ryan's mouth. "Jerk him off now, Ryan," said Chris, pulling gently on Adam's balls. "I want to watch him come, with his cock in your hand." Adam could feel his friend jerking him off now, his young hand, once timid and unsure, now pulling hard on his cock, he could feel in his touch, his friend's desire to make him come and it turned him on all the more. He loved the way Chris' big hard cock felt against his back and the way he was running his hands all over his slender body, squeezing and pulling on his balls and whispering dirty things, telling Ryan what to do and treating him like a piece of meat, or a little boy-hooker. It was such a turn on. Adam put his arms back behind him, his hands grasping the sides of Chris' big strong body and began to thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock back and forth against Ryan's hand and moaning unashamedly. He loved the feeling of acting like a slut, and as he listened to his young voice crying out, and Chris' heavy breathing in his ear he felt his cock begin to stiffen, his erection rigid in Ryan's hand right from its tip to inside his body and he watched as his cock-head suddenly exploded, a long white stream of pearly cum shooting straight out into Ryan's waiting mouth. Another spurt landed on Ryan's cheek and the rest gushed out over his hand, all the while Ryan carried on stroking his young cock as it spewed its boy seed and Adam leant back against Chris' hard body as the waves of euphoria hit him. "Fuck that was good, Ryan," said Adam, grinning down at his friend. "I like making you come in my mouth," said Ryan. He was looking up at Adam with that starry-eyed look in his eyes again and Chris reached down and took hold of his own aching cock without realizing. These boys were so cute, and there was still much of the night left. Adam saw Chris jerking himself off and knelt down in front of the eighteen-year-old cabin steward. The blond boy reached out and took hold of the older man's cock and ran his fingers delicately over his rigid cock-head, making Chris' cock throb visibly. A pearl of pre-cum had begun to form at the tip of his cock, and even as Ryan watched it seemed to grow bigger. Adam put his finger against it and drew it back, toward his mouth, a thin, sticky bridge of pre-cum following. He licked his finger seductively and Ryan felt the whole length of his cock tightening up as if he might come without even touching himself. Chris' cock suddenly flared eagerly and Ryan thought he must be feeling the same way. Adam grinned and leaned forward, his breath hot against Chris' sensitive erection. He licked around the head of the older boy's manhood, his soft pink tongue and full, moist lips sending Chris into a desperate passion, his breathing was getting heavier and his wash-board stomach was tensing steadily. Ryan reached out and cupped the cabin steward's big, low-hanging balls, even as he rolled them in his small hand he felt them tightening up against the older boy's body. Chris spread his legs further apart to make it easier for Ryan and at the same time ran a hand through Adam's silky soft hair, making it even more untidy than it usually was. "Fuck, dude, you know what you're doing, don't you?" "I've had some practice," said Adam, his mouth still against Chris' cock. "Put it in your mouth," said Chris, his voice husky, "suck my cock. I've never had my cock in a boy's mouth before." Adam opened his cute little mouth and took in as much of Chris' cock as he could and began to move back and forth against it, making the older boy moan deeply. "Oh, yeah, good boy. Play with my balls, Ryan," he said, guiding Ryan's hand back to between his legs, they had gotten so tight now! Chris still had his hand entwined in Adam's hair, but Ryan felt his other hand slide slowly round his own body and up and down his back, before venturing down to his ass. Fuck, Chris had never felt such a cute, tight little ass before, he wanted so badly to fuck Ryan and make him come in his hand as he came inside him, but he knew that he couldn't push these two boys too quickly. Christ, Adam was such a good cock-sucker for his age. Chris began to move harder against the boy's mouth, his cock sliding back and forth on Adam's warm little tongue. He could feel his cock tightening, his balls becoming firmer in Ryan's small hand and knew that he was about to come, he couldn't stop himself. "Fuck, little guy, I'm gonna come," he said, groaning, he was expecting Adam to pull off him and finish him off with his hand, but the little blond Adonis kept going, sucking him even harder. "Yeah, that's it Adam, make me come in your mouth..." he lost the ability to speak as his whole body went rigid and his hard, aching cock began to shoot its seed into the boy's mouth. Chris could feel Adam trying to swallow, and admired his experience, young as he was. When his cock became too sensitive, Chris pulled out and suddenly lifted Adam's light young body up and held him against his own, kissing that childish mouth that a moment ago had been around his cock. He could taste his own come still on Adam's mouth. "You're a fucking god," he told the blond, and then looked affectionately at Ryan and pulled him towards him as well, as though not wanting him to feel neglected. But Ryan felt no jealousy or inferiority, he agreed, Adam was a god!