Date: Fri, 07 Dec 2001 21:47:35 +0000 From: Java Biscuit Subject: boy in a pink box, chapter six This is a story involving teen/boy, male/male graphic sex and not intended for reading by minors. If you are underage, or this type of material is illegal where you live, please stop now, and go read something else! This is a completely fantasized story meant only for the purpose of pleasurable reading. Feedback to javabiscuit@hotmail.com Boy in a Pink Box ~ chapter six by Biscuit The first thing Terry did, below decks on the Donna Lee, was peel off his wet shorts. He tossed them into the sink of a tiny bathroom that was right at the bottom of the cabin steps. "Take 'em off," he said to us, "or we'll drip all over the place." Unreal. Totally unreal. Terry's dick, that I'd felt drilling into my hipbone out in the dunes, was such a solid piece of meat standing up from his balls, it was scary. There was a small patch of dark, soft looking hair over it. "You're not half proud of that thing, are you," said Gareth, whose cutoffs were practically falling off by themselves with a quick wiggle of his hips. Terry put his hand around his cock and gave it a stroke in Gareth's direction. "You could do chin ups on this, Junior." Gareth tossed his pants in the sink and pointed his index finger at his own sprout. "Suck on this, you big poufter," he said, which set them both off laughing. I added my wet shorts to the sodden pile in the sink and Gareth grabbed my hand, dragging me after Terry who was heading into the shadowy interior. "It's like a dollhouse in here," Gareth said, turning his head to look at me; wide-eyed. I guess he hadn't been on a boat like that before. Everything was smaller than normal, until we got to a pretty fair-sized bed. It wasn't just a bunk; two people could sleep in it, easy. The thought of whose boat it was and how Terry knew his way around it so well, nagged at me. I might have snooped around for clues but, Jesus, Terry was spreading out towels on the bed and Gareth took a flying leap onto them. "Okay, wank boy," Terry laughed at him. "Keep your wet hair on the towel." Oh God, I thought, what now? The two of them were waiting, Terry on his side, facing Gareth, but looking at me. The little dick I'd been craving the feel of in my mouth was on display between Gareth's spread legs, his knees up but waving apart, and his eyes glazing over with that dreamy look he gets. "Get your ass over here," Terry said, thumping the bed between him and Gareth. I felt his eyes moving over me and I almost wanted to look down at myself, wondering what the hell he was seeing. In spite of how easy going he was trying to sound, I felt he was tense. I was ready to jump out of my skin. My heart was hammering at the thought of Terry seeing me do what I wanted to do to Gareth, of how his huge prick would only be inches away from me while I was doing it. I walked up the mattress on my hands and knees and lowered myself down so I was propped on my elbows. "Here," I said to Gareth, wanting it more than I cared what Terry would think of me doing it. Gareth scooted his ass over until his legs were spread under my face. My cheeks were fiery and I held his leg in my hand for a moment, pressing it against my face to feel the cool, silky touch of it. I licked him, running my tongue around his little balls and into the crease of his leg. He was salty from the bay, but underneath it, was the taste of him. I tongued his baby sized nuts, so perfect and tiny they hardly seemed real, and pressed his legs further apart. I felt his hand on my head. "Feels good, Joey," he breathed, and my dick was leaking like crazy into the towel under me as I sucked him. I was sucking him like candy, not thinking about Terry anymore, not thinking about anything but the sensation in my mouth and the building pressure between my legs. My mouth must be hard wired straight to my cock because it was getting me off just to work my lips and tongue on that little pole. "Suck that puppy," Terry whispered. His voice was low and dirty, near my ear. Even though part of me freaked, the shock of him saying it, and being so close to me was hot, and made me groan. Then Terry pressed into my side. He was heavy and warm; his thigh slid up the back of mine to my ass and his cock shoved against my hip. He started humping me like he was fucking me. It was scary but turning me on. Not any one thing he did, just that he was doing stuff to me. He was half way on top of me and grinding on me like Gareth was fucking my mouth. Gareth's hips would have been bruising my face if I hadn't had him trapped in my hands and it felt like Terry was trying to shove me through the mattress. My mouth was clamped on the little twitching dick, and honest to God, I don't know who was coming when. It was a blur of them pounding at me. Terry's dick was slippery, then it was slimy and soaking, and still hard. He was nailing me to the bed and I exploded. My head whipped back and I must have made some god awful noise -- he was chuckling, and I felt the rumble of it through my back. "You always sound like you're dying when you come?" His hand tightened on my shoulder and his mouth was right on my neck. "Get off him," Gareth said. "Yes, sir!" Terry answered, but didn't move very fast. Gareth had gotten out from under me and was kneeling by my head. He pushed at Terry and tried to crawl in between us. I rolled on my side, to make room for him, feeling like I'd been beaten and hosed down with spunk. Between the pool of it smeared on my stomach and Terry's dripping over my hip and my ass, I was a mess. Terry leaned back, away from me. He didn't look anywhere near as dead as I felt, but what the hell, he wasn't the one who'd been pounded. He stretched lazily on his side as Gareth wormed his way down. Gareth really was like a puppy, squirming around until he could get situated just how he wanted, pressed up to the front of me with his arm around my waist, his head bumping under my chin; right smack on top of the puddle I'd made. I touched my lips to his hair, not exactly a kiss, but rubbing them on him, feeling the warmth and shape of his head. I still felt funny about kissing him, but I wanted to. It was nice to hold him, and run my hand down his back, feel his backside. Terry's eyes were following my hand. "I take it you guys haven't fucked yet," he said. Gareth's head turned, the motion of it tickling my chest. "None of your bloody business." I swallowed hard, uneasy about how casual both of them sounded, like talking about me and Gareth fucking was normal. I didn't want them to know how shocked I was. Gareth just sounded annoyed, like Terry was being nosy. After the things he'd said out on the raft, maybe I shouldn't have been surprised. But when he'd said his ass belonged to me, I thought it was the same as him saying he was my boy -- not that his flesh and blood butt was mine to fuck. My hand was on it. No use saying it didn't feel like heaven to me, to touch it. It was as smooth as the rest of him but rounder and softer. I slid my hand back up to his waist, keeping my mouth shut. Maybe they thought I wanted to do it because I was pawing him. I knew ass fucking was something people did, but I'd thought it had to be the sickest thing in the world; the whole idea of it was gross and painful. Gross to put your dick in somebody's ass, and painful to be the one getting fucked. There was nothing gross about Gareth. Nothing. Even the thought of his little asshole didn't turn me off. I was thinking about it then, and my dick twitched like it wanted to get hard again. But the pain part. God, I couldn't do something like that to him. Yeah, right, I thought. Like I hadn't already done a ton of things to him that I shouldn't have. "We better get out of here," I said. "My dad will be looking for us at the beach." "Who have you done it with?" Terry asked Gareth, like I hadn't said anything. "I'm not doin with you, I can tell you that," Gareth laughed. Terry pinched the kid's ass and with two big fingers tried to spread his cheeks apart. My tension level shot from uneasy to really fucking uncomfortable. Gareth spun around, and tried to throw his knee into Terry's gut. "Leave off me." "Calm down, Junior," Terry grabbed the knee and held on to it, grinning. "I was only looking. I'm not after your precious butt." The side of my ass cheek was still sticky with his drying spunk and my asshole suddenly tightened up, thinking of how close that monster of his had been to it. When I looked at him, his blue eyes were on me and then he looked away, letting go of Gareth and sitting up. "Let's get the fuck out of here," he said.