Date: Thu, 8 Dec 2011 18:27:07 -0800 (PST) From: Jon D Subject: After the Kiss - 9 Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and as such is a product of my imagination, not real life. It will include descriptions of sexual situations between young friends, but no real boy's were involved. If material of this kind offends you or you are not age eighteen or older, then please stop reading Nifty and find some other site. All others please enjoy! You are welcome to send comments or story ideas to Playbuddy123@yahoo.com After the Kiss Chapter 9 Devon stirred as he heard the knock at the door, but he just wasn't a morning person and didn't even open his eyes. He rolled onto his stomach, hanging his head part-way off the bed. He finally peeked to see what the world was doing. "Hunter? Devon? Are you awake? We're going shopping this morning," he heard Hunter's mom call. Devon opened his eyes further, yawned, and let a little fart squeak out. He really, really, wasn't ready to get up. He heard Hunter's voice in the hall and only then realized that he was alone in the bed. A moment later he heard the click of the bedroom door when it opened. As he stared across the room his eyes grew wide. "Fuck!" he swore and scrambled off the bed. It had just dawned on him that Hunter's bed hadn't been used and Mrs. Thompson was just outside. Devon lunged at the bedspread just as the door swung open. He managed to grab the thing and give it a quick yank, but fell in the process. As he struggled to get back up he saw that he'd pulled a good portion of the bedspread off the bed but the rest was in still near perfect shape. Hunter must have realized the problem because he seemed to be trying to slow his mother down as she entered the room. "Oh, sorry," Mrs. Thompson said softly, quickly turning her head away. It was then Devon realized he was only wearing underwear and she had seen practically everything. Devon started to untangle himself from the bedding. As he stood up he saw the color drain from Hunter's face. "What?" Devon asked. Devon followed Hunter's eyes downward. He found his underwear was on inside out. "Crap!" Devon mumbled and raced for his board shorts. * * * * Finally alone, the boys talked over their close call. "She almost saw the bed, dufus!" Devon snipped as he pulled a T-shirt over his head. Hunter looked a little like he might be sick. "How did you get your underpants on inside out?" "When we jizzed last night, I dumped the other ones and put these on in the dark," Devon explained. "I guess it must have happened then." Hunter reached for a pair of shorts and a shirt from his dresser. "I don't have a good feeling about this," he said softly, "It's tough trying to hide things from my mom." As Hunter sat down on the bed, Devon saw that Hunter's face was still pale. Devon again followed his stare and saw two pairs of undies practically on top of one another just peeking out from under Devon's bed. Worse yet, several wadded up tissues were nearby. The boys had used them the night before to clean up their cum. "Do you think she saw `em?" Devon whispered. "Mom sees everything." Hunter groaned. "Well maybe she'll think both of them belong to me." "Maybe, but mine are bigger than yours," Hunter sighed. "Let's just not worry about it," Devon said hopefully. Hunter pulled up his shorts and tied the string. "I guess," Hunter said with a touch of worry. * * * * The old part of town had a quaint market area with small shops and wooden stalls selling all kinds of handcrafted items. Hunter saw colorful piņatas, pinwheels, brightly colored woven clothes and many other things. "Stay close," Hunter's Dad instructed as the boys followed a bit behind. Devon seemed fascinated by everything he saw. Several times he took in deep breaths to savor the pleasant smell of freshly cooked food. Hunter watched his mom closely, looking for any sign that there might be something brewing. He had a nagging feeling that trouble might be just around the corner. * * * * Mrs. Thompson idly sifted through a rack of ladies blouses, all hand embroidered with intricate designs. But she couldn't concentrate on shopping. As a mom she trusted her instincts. Something about the boy's behavior that morning seemed odd and she was trying to figure it out. Hunter's bed looked strange. Devon was on the floor and the bedding was disheveled, but it didn't look the same as Hunter's bed usually did at home. For one thing, the pillow sat perfectly in place as if the bed had just been made. Hunter normally stuffed his pillow into the front corner nearest the wall. Then there was Devon. Why did he have his underpants on inside out? Hunter hadn't done anything like that since he was four years old. Surely a thirteen year old like Devon wouldn't make such a mistake. The other odd thing was the two pair of white briefs half hiding under the bed. One was Hunter's, she'd washed them often enough to know them when she saw them. The other, the smaller ones, had to be Devon's. "Why were they together and under the bed and why the wadded up tissues?" She had her suspicions. When she looked back, the boys had stopped a few yards away to check out a display of toys. "Honey, I think there's something going on with the boys," she said with a mixture of uncertainty and worry. "What do you mean?" Mr. Thompson was looking at some handcrafted silver items. Hunter's mom explained the odd things that she'd seen. "So what are you saying?" he chuckled. "Well, I don't know, but they're both at `that' age." Mr. Thompson turned. "You mean puberty?" He laughed. Mrs. Thompson smiled. "Well, yes..." her voice trailed off. "Do I even have to say it? Boys will be boys." "Maybe, but Hunter's still just a baby." Mr. Thompson stepped closer and gave his wife a gentle hug. "Stop worrying," he whispered. "Hunter's fine. Besides, he's not a baby, and there's nothing strange going on." Mrs. Thompson sighed. "If you say so," she said, but she was still far from convinced. * * * * A bit later, Hunter complained that he was hungry. They hadn't had lunch in the market area and he'd heard his dad tell the taxi driver to head to the condo. When Hunter complained a second time that he was starving, his dad had ruffled his hair and said, "I think you'll live." Back at the condo Hunter whined, "But I'm hungry!" When the boys were told to grab a couple of towels and their swimsuits he was even more annoyed. "In half an hour," his mom said with a tender look. Hunter's frustration was growing. He wanted to eat and his parents were dragging him all around Cancun instead of doing what parents were supposed to do, FEED THEIR KIDS! Back in another taxi, Hunter sat with his arms crossed and his eyes blazing. He was getting angrier by the minute and was planning what he should do to get his parent's attention. Just as Hunter was about to start an argument, the taxi pulled into a parking area adjacent to a sea side dock. "Wow, check out that boat!" Devon said excitedly. "What boat?" Hunter's curiosity began to take hold as he turned to look. "It's not just a boat," Hunter's dad chuckled, "it's a party boat." "And that's where we're going to have lunch," Hunter's mom smiled. * * * * In their rush to find the best seats the boys hurried up the gangway and barely stopped long enough for the crew member to take their tickets. Mr. and Mrs. Thompson followed at a more leisurely pace. There were perhaps a hundred and fifty people on board spread out over two decks. Large windows ran the entire length of the craft, many were open, and the cool sea air drifted in. The long sections of seating were interrupted in several places with wide door like openings at which guests could stand and enjoy the wind and spray first hand. In the center area of both decks there was a huge buffet. Small tables were scattered nearby for guests to be seated for their meal. There was a bar just to the side and a small mariachi band played from a stage in the back. "This is so cool," Devon gushed as the diesel engines rumbled underfoot; the boat shuddered, and with a groan slowly backed away from the pier. Hunter looked at his folks. They were seated a couple of rows away, "Those stinkers should have told me," he grumped softly, but with a hint of a smile. A ship-wide announcement welcomed everyone on board and explained a few safety rules. Then the boy's learned that all food, drink, and entertainment was included in the price. The captain continued on to say that when they arrived at their destination everyone would be allowed off the boat for three and a half hours where various activities were available. "Did you hear that?" Devon turned to Hunter with a huge grin. "I can't believe it! We're going to a private island and we can snorkel!" It was hard to say which of the boys was more excited. "No one back home's going to believe us," Devon sat back in his seat. "I'll get Dad's camera!" Hunter hurried back and dug around in the large floppy bag his mother had brought on board. The camera wasn't very big, but was on the more expensive side. Hunter made a note to himself he better not drop it. Hunter took quick shots of Devon sitting by the window, the buffet area, and then out to sea. "When we get back I can email a bunch to your mom." "We don't have a computer right now. Ours broke and mom hasn't had the money to get it fixed or buy a new one." Hunter wished he hadn't made the suggestion. He was sorry that Devon was made to feel bad. "Then we'll print a bunch at the store and give them to her." Devon smiled. "Could we?" Hunter smiled. "We'll even make some big ones for your room." * * * * It didn't take Hunter long to talk his folks into letting he and Devon get started on lunch. His parents seemed to be enjoying the ride and were sipping on drinks from the bar. Hunter also noticed his dad had his arm around his mom's waist and was giving her an occasional squeeze. Hunter hoped they weren't going to start kissing right out in front of everybody. "Looks like your dad is putting the moves on your mom," Devon teased as the boys loaded their plates with food. "Don't even talk about it," Hunter made a face. He always wanted to leave the room when they were being affectionate at home; when he saw them like that he wished they'd just go to their bedroom and close the door. "Hey, this red punch stuff is really good," Devon took a second gulp after he'd washed down a mouth full of food. "Yeah, I like it, too." Hunter's hunger was finally coming under control. The next hour went by quickly. The boys finished their meal and headed for the upper deck for a better view, then back down to the main deck. Several times they went back to the buffet for more cakes and desserts. They also made several trips back for punch. When the boat finally arrived at the island, everyone made their way ashore. Beach umbrellas were spread up and down the shoreline so shade was available for those that wanted to be close to the water. A covered bar area with tables and seating was available for those not wanting to be on the sand. The bar was set well back from the waterline. For a small fee, swim fins, goggles, and snorkels were made available to those that asked for them. Devon and Hunter were the first in line. "You need sunscreen," Mrs. Thompson said firmly just as the boys were ready to swim. "Awe," Hunter whined. His mom made a `come here' motion. Hunter knew he wasn't going to get out of it. "Can't we just put it on ourselves?" "Okay, but make sure you get it on your back," his mom warned. Hunter was surprised to find that he liked the feel of the cool cream being spread on his back. He liked it even more because Devon was the one putting it there. "Your back feels nice," Hunter whispered when it was his turn to put some on Devon, "it's so smooth." Devon lifted his shoulders and stretched. "I didn't know you were this good with your hands," Devon whispered back and laughed. The boys were once again restricted in how far from shore they were allowed to roam, but the island had several pools that had formed from the constant action of the sea. These were inshore of the reef and were shallow. They were filled with tiny fish, plant life, and fun things to explore. Once they ventured out a little further and looked at one another under water. Hunter was busy looking at his toes and the light brown sand covering his foot. He turned and just as he did Devon quickly pulled down his swimsuit in the back and mooned him. Hunter started to laugh and lost the mouthpiece of his snorkel and accidentally sucked in a mouth full of water. He jumped up and struggled for a breath, coughing and sputtering. Devon laughed. * * * * By late afternoon the sun had done its work and both Hunter and Devon were pink. Mrs. Thompson made them put on shirts for more protection. Not long after, the boat was once again loaded and on its way. All the activity and the sun had made the guys super thirsty. Time and time again they went back to the punch bowl. As time went on, Hunter found himself smiling more and more. Devon seemed to be saying funnier things every time he opened his mouth, and both boys had developed a good case of the giggles. At one point Hunter stared out at the sea and his mind drifted. He was only vaguely aware that he was losing focus on things. He did notice however that the deck seemed to be swaying more as time went on. Devon's elbow in his side brought him back to the present. He turned and Devon was smirking and nodding downward. Hunter looked down and found that Devon had undone the fly of his shorts, put his hand in his pants and now had a finger poking out in a very naughty kind of way. It looked a lot like a little boy's dickie. Then, Devon made the thing point up like a stiffy. That started another uncontrollable round of giggles. An older couple was just passing by. The matronly woman glanced in the boys direction and saw what Devon was doing. As her eyes grew wide, she became indignant. "Why you disgusting little boy!" she huffed and stomped away. The exchange drew some unwanted attention. Mr. Thompson gave the boys a questioning look, got up, and made his way toward them. Devon quickly pulled his hand out of his pants and did up his fly. "Hi, Dad," Hunter snickered, and then broke out in laughter. He didn't know why things seemed so funny, but he was having a really, really good time. Mr. Thompson gave both boys a serious look. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you two were drinking," Hunter's dad seemed perplexed. "Not us, Dad," Hunter giggled again and that set both boys to laughing once more. Just then a young crew member walked past with a stack of paper cups and a pitcher of punch. "We'll take some!" Both boys said at the same time and held out their hands. "Two rum punches coming right up," The server said and began pouring. "Rum?" Mr. Thompson's eyebrow rose. "Oh yes, it's a house specialty." "Have you boys been drinking this?" Hunter's Dad asked. Hunter looked up at his dad, but his eyes wouldn't quite focus. "Well, maybe a little." * * * * "Are we drunk?" Devon asked as he lay on top of his bed staring at the ceiling. He couldn't quite remember the last minutes of the trip back to the condo. "How should I know?" Hunter was on the other bed. "Your dad looked mad when he found out we were drinking that punch." "It wasn't our fault. How were we supposed to know it had rum in it?" Devon closed his eyes for a moment, but then quickly opened them. "Fuck, my bed won't stop spinning." "Yeah, mine, too." Devon gripped the mattress with both hands. "I hope I don't fall off," he mumbled and was soon asleep. * * * * Hunter was thankful both he and Devon were allowed to sleep in the next morning. Not only did they need the sleep, but they both had headaches. When they did wake up, Hunter's mom was cooking something. It was smelly, and reeked of fish. "What's that?" Hunter asked warily as he and Devon came to the table. "Just some nice fish cakes cooked in oil." Before either boy could react, Mrs. Thompson scooped several grease laden cakes out of the pan and plopped them down on each of their plates. "Enjoy your lunch!" Hunter saw the grease drip down and work its way toward the edge of the plate. He felt his stomach get queasy. It was the smell that finally did it. He felt his stomach turn and he reached for his mouth. He just made it to the kitchen sink before he puked. The retching and the foul stuff continued for several minutes. Finally he felt a bit better and rinsed his mouth. He turned to find that Devon was gone. "Where's Devon?" he asked his mom. His mom shrugged, "Headed toward the bathroom I think," she smiled to herself. * * * * "Ready for the beach?" Hunter's mom asked sometime later after they had finally managed to keep down a lighter lunch. "Can we just stay here and play in our room?" Hunter asked with a pleading look. "Alright, we'll just be out front if you need us." The guys played video games for awhile but then tired of it. In fact they were just plain tired. "There's room," Devon looked at Hunter as he lay down on the bed. Hunter didn't know what to say. "Well, I would, I mean I'd want to but I feel like crap." "Yeah, me, too." Hunter took a look at the bedroom door, seemed to make up his mind, and then walked over and made sure it was locked. The he crawled onto the bed with Devon. "Can we just snuggle?" Devon nodded. The boys soon fell asleep in one another's arms. * * * * Having had a long afternoon nap, neither Hunter nor Devon was tired that evening. Supper had been at a nice restaurant, but the boys weren't very hungry and hadn't eaten much. As the sun went down, they had gotten permission, and were now sitting alone on the beach in front of the condo. The moon was rising. "That's really pretty," Hunter put his arms back and rested on them. "I like how it makes the water shine." "Yeah, I guess. I never really paid much attention to things like that." Devon sighed, watching a handful of sand slowly sift through his fingers. "Still having fun?" Hunter asked with a touch of a smile. "Yeah, like you wouldn't believe." The boys sat quietly and listened to the sound of the waves as they broke on the shore. It was peaceful and pleasant. "Did you hear that?" Devon asked, turning his head. "Just some kids," Hunter looked down the beach to where a rock retaining wall sloped down and into the water. "They're swimming," Devon chuckled. The guys watched as two figures played around in the water. Perhaps a half an hour went by. Then the two, waist deep, slowly made their way out of the water. "Look, they're naked!" Devon giggled and pointed. "Boys or girls?" Hunter laughed. "One of each," Devon chuckled. Hunter took a closer look. "I wonder if he's got a big dick?" Devon asked. From the tone of his voice it seemed he was more than just a little curious. "Why? Do you like big dicks?" Hunter giggled. "Maybe." "His shoulders and abs look like Jordan's," Hunter whispered. "Shit, I wish I could see his thing," Devon sounded disappointed. "But he's got a really cute butt." Hunter gave Devon a girly slap on the arm. "You and your butt stuff." The swimmers gathered up their clothes, dressed, and headed down the beach away from the condo. "Seeing that guy made me kind of horny," Devon said softly, putting his hand between his legs and looking over at Hunter. Hunter pushed some sand with his feet and bashfully glanced at Devon, "Yeah, me, too." "Want to do something?" Devon asked hopefully. Hunter thought a moment and then whispered, "Yeah." Devon grinned. "Where can we go?" Hunter shrugged. Devon looked up and down the shoreline and then back toward the condo. "How about there?" he pointed to a dark shadow made by the moon against the side of a beach concession stand. "But what if somebody sees us?" "You're such a worrier," Devon chuckled. "Come on, it'll be fun." Hunter slowly got to his feet and followed. As they got closer Devon pointed toward a spot. It was well hidden both because it was especially dark there and the angle to the nearby buildings was such that it was hidden from view. Hunter watched as Devon quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his khaki shorts. "Okay, on your knees," he said playfully. "Why do you get to go first?" Hunter complained, but only a little. Devon reached into his pants and pulled out his cock. "Because I'm hard as fuck, and can't wait," he chuckled. Hunter dropped to his knees in the sand and crawled closer. "You aren't going to take a long time are you?" he still wasn't sure they should be doing this out in the open. Devon pushed his pants down further baring his ass. He gave himself a couple of strokes. "Stop being a mama's boy and just open up," he teased. Hunter reached for his friend's cock, "I'll show you mama's boy." * * * * Hunter barely had time to open his mouth before Devon pushed the head of his cock past his lips. Devon's hands went straight for Hunter's head. Hunter could tell Devon was becoming very comfortable with all this stuff. Devon thrust with his hips and used his hands to guide Hunter's head just where he wanted it. The way he did it seemed as if he'd been doing it for years. "Oh, that's sweet," Devon purred. Hunter took a firm grip on Devon's legs and relaxed his jaw. He found that when Devon pulled back was a good time to swirl his tongue around the tip. Hunter was soon meeting Devon's thrusts and allowed his dick to move further back into his throat. Devon was definitely calling the shots. The crash of waves, music in the distance, and the sound of an occasional suck and slurp combined to add rhythm for what was going on. "Oh, yeah, suck it some more," Devon said softly as he pulled back and let Hunter take over for a moment. Hunter licked at the head, and then stroked it with one hand while he used the other to softly touch Devon's sack. Then he sucked on the head and licked the shaft. "That feels great, yeah, play with my nuts." Hunter slurped at the now glistening cock and felt for Devon's balls. He found one and rolled it back and forth with two fingers. Devon grabbed his head more firmly and started to fuck in and out again. "You give really great head!" Devon sighed. Hunter let Devon have his mouth any way that he wanted. That gave him time to think what else he could do to make Devon feel good. "He likes butts so much, let's see what he thinks of this." Hunter moved his hand up Devon's right leg and over his right butt cheek. After a quick feel, he slid his hand back down. Not long after tried it again. Devon was breathing harder and his grunts were coming a little more often. Hunter again went for Devon's ass, and this time ran his fingers between the cheeks, up and down the crack. Devon seemed to be getting closer. He was pumping faster and his breaths were now more ragged. Hunter tried to relax his jaw further as Devon pounded away. Then he went back to feeling Devon's ass. Devon was having fun up front, and Hunter wanted some in back. Hunter's right hand was still exploring Devon's crack while the left was hanging on to his leg so he wouldn't get pushed backwards by Devon's hips. "Oh fuck, oh fuck," Devon grunted. He knew Devon was getting close and tried to get ready for what was coming. When Devon groaned and pushed in deep one last time, several hot spurts hit the back of Hunter's throat. Hunter's finger was already in position and just as Devon started to cum, Hunter flicked it against Devon's ass hole as if tickling him there. "Shit," Devon groaned and grabbed Hunter by the hair and yanked him toward his crotch. He seemed determined to ram his cock all the way down Hunter's throat. Hunter gagged and Devon pulled back just a little. But the pumping continued. Hunter easily swallowed the first wave of jizz but felt the second filling his mouth. Before he could swallow again, some of the stuff overflowed and rolled out of the corner of his mouth. Several long strings of sticky goo dripped down onto his chest. Devon made a couple of final thrusts and squirmed, as if to try and get Hunter's finger away from his butt hole. But Hunter was determined Devon was going to get the whole, `er make that, the `hole' treatment. With a final groan, Devon slowly released his grip on Hunter's hair and Hunter was able to pull back away. Devon's dick flopped down, it was coated with sperm and spit. Devon's breathing slowed. A few seconds later, Devon reached down and lifted the head of his dick, and just touched Hunter's lips with it. Hunter knew what Devon wanted. "That's a good boy," Devon whispered as Hunter obediently used his tongue to clean the thing. When he'd finished, Hunter looked up, he was still on his knees. "So, did that feel like a momma's boy on your dick?" Hunter's voice was firm and challenging. Devon chuckled. "No, it felt great!" Hunter got up, the boys hugged, and Hunter moved closer for a kiss. Devon seemed to hesitate. "What, afraid you might taste your own cum?" Hunter half smiled. Devon paused for just a second, and then leaned in. They kissed, deeply. "I have to sit down," Devon finally whispered as the kiss ended. "My legs are killing me." Hunter stepped over to the edge of the concession stand and sat with his back against the weathered boards. Devon settled in next to him. The boys looked at one another for a brief moment. Hunter started to untie the string on his shorts. "Okay, my turn." With a mischievous look he pulled out his cock and gave it a pull to get it hard. Looking at Devon he chuckled. "And don't be a momma's boy and pull back, swallow it." "Swallow, huh?" Devon smiled. Hunter nodded. When the time came, Devon did just that, he swallowed every drop. * * * * I hope you liked this chapter. Send me an email and tell me what you think of the story. Oh, and thanks to Jon B. for suggestions for this chapter and Andrew for his assistance as editor. Send comments to Playbuddy123@yahoo.com. Jon