Date: Tue, 27 Nov 2012 11:34:19 -0500 From: Nicholas Nicholby Subject: Cruisin' Amsterdam Part 10 A/Y Copyright 2002 - 2012 by the author. The author retains all rights to this story and requests that you do not alter or post this story in any form without his permission. The following is a work of fiction. The characters are purely fictional as are the events. This story depicts acts of love and sex between consenting persons, youth with youth, adult with adult and youth with adult . If stories of this nature offend you or if it is illegal to read stories of this nature, then please govern yourself responsibly. Send comments to Nicholas6996 @ hotmail . com Cruisin' Amsterdam Part 10 Saluting the Captain he dismissed us and we turned and strained to walk down the passageway. Turning the corner I'm sure he cringed to hear our shout of excitement and the thundering of our feet as we raced down to our berth. I wasn't too sure how Nils was going to react to the news that his parents were well and that we would be seeing them tonight. I wondered of he was going to be anxious to go to them or what he might have in mind. I wasn't to ponder long, he was half out of his uniform as he hit the door and I think shoes and pants were shed airborne in the tiny space before the bed as he launched himself into the bottom bunk. "Come on! What are you waiting for?" he pouted as I was obviously too slow on the uptake. I grinned, "I'm waiting for the turbulence to pass from the vortex of your wake!" "Turbulence nothing," he flashed, "Get your clothes off and get in here, let's start making some waves." The cheeky sod was humping his skivvies in the air leaving not much to the imagination of what he intended. As I picked up his uniform pants and turned to hang them up his blouse hit me from the bed. I slowly straightened it, smoothed down the wear wrinkles, dithered over a small thread at one pocket and reached for a hanger. "Arghhhh!" I heard just before his underwear wrapped themselves around my head. Turning with some pithy comment I was stopped dead by the sight in the bunk. There was my Nils, my adopted brother, my spunkmate, laying on his side with his head propped up on one arm. My eyes involuntarily locked with his, then dragged themselves away and down his incredibly lean chest to the v of his hip bones diving from the cutest little innie belly button down to where the head of his rock hard penis bisected the delicious line between his tanned body and the pure white of his speedo protected groin. That same rod glowed pink against the tiny bit of white down beneath it while the eggs nestled underneath were visibly dancing in their distended sack. Wandering their way down his impossibly long legs my eyes caressed his thighs and the beauty of his calves made all the more precious by the few lighter areas of his knees obviously scraped by boyish endeavors. I didn't know whether I wanted to kneel and kiss those old booboos well or reach down and rip the white ankle socks from his feet and worship at his toes. Looking back up and into his eyes I made my choice and practically ripped my own uniform off and let it fall heedless to the floor as I scrambled into the bunk with him. He grabbed me and pulled us into an embrace with dick to dick as he wiggled and squirmed, rocked and rolled us together. We ended up with me on my back and him plastered above me with his arms holding me tightly, his face buried into my chest, and his feet gripping my legs almost as strongly as his hands. He was pounding his pelvis into mine and suddenly he was crying out his ecstasy as I felt hot lava squirt from his cock against my own. Then he was whimpering and then sobbing softly against my chest. I had no idea what was going on inside his head, but the spunkmate in me took second seat to the adopted brother and I hugged him, petted his back and head and whispered what I suddenly realized my own mother had called sweet nothings into his hair. Amazing how the erogenous complexity of hot boy spunk, rampant dueling penises and raging teenage hormones could so quickly turn to nurturing closeness. I flashed on a time when my mother had heard me cry out in my sleep and came to my room to caress and comfort me like this. Only later had I realized that the terror which awoke me had been my first wet dream and that I had spunked my pajamas so hard that the fear of having wet the bed is what had me sobbing uncontrollably then. Like then, the sweet nothings of my whispers and the quiet petting of his hair and back combined with post orgasmic release gentled Nils from sobs to peaceful slumber. I rolled a bit to place his weight more on the bunk than me and waited. I admit that one hand did reach down and take the rapidly cooling sperm of his ejaculation and spread it around and over my own cock and balls. God, it felt so wonderful to slime myself with his juice. I didn't want to wake him though so settled for luxury of stimulation without a need for release. I felt him stretch a little and his breathing changed and as I looked down his eyes opened flashing me their incredible blue depths. "I'll never see you again, will I Erik?" his longing for me to contradict him in his voice. "I love you, you made this terrible trip so wonderful," he finished. I wished I could say we would meet again, but I knew it probably wouldn't happen, so I told him what I knew of the truth. "Probably not, my little brother. I love you too and am so glad we met." We lay another moment just holding each other and his hand traced the inward curve of my stomach. Then with his cheeky grin he looked at me and his hand slipped down to touch my softened cock. Sitting up more he made a face, "Ugh, you're all sticky slimy! Get up and get cleaned up, we can't play our game if you're already soaked!" and he jumped from bed to bath hopping around to get his anklets off as he turned the shower on. Jumping into the water flow I watched my little randy fox turn into glistening seal as the water cascaded down his almost dancing body. His hands were sliding everywhere and he purposely turned to flash his front side at me as he worked to scrub away his own collection of his spermy slime. "Pick up your clothes." he ordered as he came out of the waterfall and grabbed his towel. Once I had my uniform up and laid out on the top bunk he slithered his drying self toward the door and used a foot to steer me into the still running water. I did my own impression of a water creature, but from his laughter it must have looked more water spider than seal as my hands scrubbed slime from my cock and belly. Turning off the water and toweling my self dry I watched him rummage in the dresser to find our speedos and the sun oil. Tossing the oil to me he raised his arms, one suit in each hand, and danced around again almost singing, "Do me once over and I'll do you." "Promises, promises," I smirked and he actually blushed then just wiggled his butt at me as if to tell me hurry up. Hurry up we did and then one coat of oil and suited up we burst from the room into the passageway and off toward the pool. Rick waved us over to the bar as soon as we hit the pool deck. "I saved you boys the best seat in the house." He laughed and pointed at a chaise directly across the pool where he and everyone could see it, incidentally remarking, "Oh and the guys all put together a little surprise for you there too." Surprise indeed, the chair held a large box gift wrapped in almost iridescent paper flashing in the sunlight. The box fairly exploded as Nils ripped the paper off and tore it open. Inside were two small bottles of my favorite sun oil, two pairs of bright yellow swim goggles and two matching pairs of yellow speedos with the ship's logo on the hip. I'm not sure how he did it, European modesty or actually lack thereof can often catch me up, but somehow Nils had the suit he was wearing off and the new suit on and he was jumping up and down waving across the pool to Rick and laughing and basically flashing his new look to the world. He turned to me and gave me that come on what are you waiting for look. Then rolling his eyes dramatically at my hesitation he tossed me one pair of the swim goggles and turning essentially launched himself into the pool. Looking across at Rick I shrugged, laughed and jumped in right after him. Coming up I pulled on the goggles and looked around and spotted my fox turned seal at the other end of the pool grinning from under his goggles and daring me to come and fetch him. Oh how dead meat he was once I got a hold of him. Oh how dead meat I was once the fullness of his plan materialized. Rick told me later that as soon as I dove under and headed his way the little imp pulled out my new yellow speedo and waved it to the crowd who of course he had at full attention. Then as I was about grab him he disappeared. Suddenly I felt him grab the waist of the suit I was wearing and in one mighty yank it was around my ankles and he somehow tipped me over and pulled them off my feet. Nude in the pool I tried my best to sink and come up head first with my hands cupping my cock and a total look of shock on my face. Just as I found my footing, smack!, the yellow speedo was plastered to my face and demonboy was waving the blue suit I had been wearing to the crowd. They of course were laughing and roaring their approval as he made his way the full length of the pool displaying his prize and walking regally up the ladder and to our chaise. With no real options, I fumbled my way into the yellow suit without too much shocking show of skin and took my time breast stroking down the pool. I did blush about six shades of red as I climbed the ladder in my turn and the crowd gave a cheer and mingled wolf whistles and applause. I of course was above such displays as I sunk to the chaise and used a towel to hide, I mean dry, my face and head. Soon there was a tray of drinks and nachos and chairs around us pulled closer and a ring of all the bar help on the ship seemed to be beside us laughing and talking and patting Nils on the shoulder and offering me sympathy for my dramatic demise. The pool crowd itself had gone back to it's sun soaking, reading, drinking, splashing self and we were no longer the center of all attention. One of the off duty staff must have filled in for Rick because he came over with another round of cokes and somehow managed to worm his way into our chaise and sit with me on one side and Nils on his other. Putting an arm around each or our shoulders he pulled us into a hug and said, "I'd love to have you guys hang here all day, but the guys in the arcade and at the disco asked me if I'd get you to stop by there too. Get moving! Make the rounds and thanks for the most fun the staff have had on a cruise in a months." I quickly translated and that's all it took for Nils. He turned and basically jumped Rick's bones with his hug and I'm sure from the surprised look on Rick's face that he had both been felt up and given his chance at a feel of what was in that brief yellow speedo. Nils grabbed my hand again and pulled me more than steered me across the deck and down to the arcade. There and in the disco the greetings were as warm although not so wild as all the staff we didn't even know we knew came to shake Nils' hands, hug him or otherwise show how much joy his presence had brought though-out the ship. Just as were we leaving the disco the maitre'd took me aside and suggested that we not forget the dining hall staff or the kitchen staff and that going there now would give them a chance to say goodbye before the rush of their evening duties. What he didn't say, but what his roving gaze made me realize was that going there now IN OUR SPEEDOS would give everyone a view of Nils they wouldn't soon forget. As we left I told Nils were were going to the ball room to check the captain's table and then through the kitchens to say goodbye there too. He grinned his cheeky grin and said great and as we turned reached in his pants and adjusted himself enough I'm sure to plump it up a bit. In serving at the captain's table we didn't often have to go to the kitchen, there were food runners assigned to us who brought what we needed, but occasionally it had been both practical and efficient for one or both of us to dash in and get something while our runners attended other tables. Of course we knew the servers of the tables around us, we often shared the odd this and that as it was needed here or there. Again I was a little floored that so many of the waitstaff were there to greet us. Especially as the House Manager gathered everyone around and suddenly champagne glasses appeared for everyone as he lead a toast to "Erik and Nils, great service! May they always keep it up!" His extravagant wink told the crowd that he didn't necessarily mean only service. I blushed of course, Nils just raised both arms and spun around in a perfect pirouette and stopping without spilling a drop he called out "Skoal!" Our trip through the kitchen was a little more laid back although more hands on as many of the help tousled our hair, patted our shoulders or a few daring ones patted or even slapped us on the butt. As we burst into the back passageway Nils was giggling fit to be tied and I was almost breathless at the whirlwind of it all and suddenly we were racing up the passage toward our berth above in Officers Country. Once in our room Nils turned and hugged me tight as he more or less kicked the door closed. He wasn't sobbing, but he was subdued as he whispered, "Will you just hold me until we have to go?" "Of course little brother, I'll hold you as long as you want." I steered us toward the bunk and somehow we managed to stretch out once again with Nils on top of me. There was no urgency toward sex this time. I could feel his heart beating and his breath gently tickling my chest as his arms and legs effectively pinned me down. Every few seconds he'd wiggle just a little bit and squeeze me tighter as if he couldn't seem to get close enough. I petted his back and just laid enjoying his touch. "Erik, I'm scared. I want my Mum and Da to love me. I want them to be well. I want them to be proud of me. I want them to know I'm grown-up, but I want to be a little boy for them too." "Sh, little one, it's okay, I'm sure they love you, how could they not?" "I know, but it's so hard. Da isn't there so much, Mum can be so busy. I want so much to be with them, but I want to be here with you too! I don't know it's just so crazy. I'm scared that I'll never see you again!" "Shhh, it's okay. We'll dazzle them with you in your uniform. We'll impress them with everything you know at table tonight. You'll see, it'll all be great." "I hope so," he breathed into my chest. We lay like that for a while and my alarm went off and we both jumped. Then giggling again Nils ground his pelvis into me once and jumped up. Soon he was singing tunelessly in the shower stripping off the accumulated sun oils and dancing his way out to get dressed as he told me, "Hurry up! We can't be late!" Soon enough we were running down the passageway in the opposite direction we had so recently come and then bursting through the kitchen without a chance for anyone to see us, let alone greet us and as we hit the ball room door we suddenly transformed into our grownup decorous selves. Walking swiftly to the Captain's table we circled it from opposite directions making minute adjustments to the plate and china. Satisfied we began the process of filling water pitchers, making sure wine was chilled or burgundies were decanted and breathing, that brandy was near the Captain and all the other details of Captain's service was ready. I didn't have to prompt or correct Nils once, he was a natural at seeing what needed doing and making sure things were right. Soon enough the House Manager slid by and made his inspection. "Well done boys," he said adjusting one fork more to his liking. "The Captain has requested you meet him on the bridge now before service." My eyes were popping! The bridge! Geesh we'd need to fly to get way up there in time. "Here's a keycard to the Captain's direct elevator, behind the sculpture there. Get hopping!" he handed the card to me and gave Nils' shoulder a squeeze and a little shove. The elevator was open and apparently waiting. I inserted the card and pushed the bridge button and zoom, we were moving. So fast in fact we both staggered a bit on our feet. The stop was almost as abrupt and the door opened directly behind the main bridge station. The Captain was right there, turned and said, "Ah boys, just in time. Stand to attention here please." He indicated a spot to port of the binnacle. We scrambled to take position. Just then the XO brought a group of people from the starboard bridge wing. I could hear and almost feel Nils intake of breath. The people were the same group that we had dined with that first night of Nils service, except of course now we were not part of the group, but Nils' parents were. The Captain spoke to the XO, "It's almost time for service, would you please escort our guests to table? We have a small homecoming of sorts here and we will join you in a moment." As the XO lead the others out of the bridge to the rear the Captain stepped behind us and said," Sir Arnoldson, Lady Arnoldson, may I present Seaman Erik and his apprentice Nils. These fine young lads have served admirably this cruise here on the watch and at the Captain's table and it will be their pleasure to serve us this evening." I could tell that Nils was so nervous he was almost ready to faint, but before I could do anything his father spoke. "Erik, we owe you a debt of gratitude I think," he held out his hand for me to shake. Turning to Nils he said," Young man, the Captain says you are a credit to your family." The pause was short but noticeable as I saw Nils swallow and then manage to squeak out, "Yes sir. Thank you sir." and turning to the Captain, "Thank you too sir." His father continued, "Have you learned from this experience?" "Yes sir," Nils answered more smartly. "I hope you have been able to increase your knowledge and view of the world," his father finished. "Yes sir, very much sir," Nils straightened even more and replied with much more confidence. "Well then, greet your Mother and let us proceed to dinner," Sir Arnoldson seemingly dismissed him and turned to the Captain. As they engaged in some nautical small talk I watched as Lady Arnoldson perceptibly opened her arms and Nils practically flew across the space and into her embrace. After a few moments the Captain cleared his throat and gaining Nils and his mother's attention he addressed me, "Erik, would you please show us to my elevator and explain the workings to our guests as we descend?" "Aye aye Sir," I saluted and lead the way to the still waiting elevator. Somewhere in those few steps I figured out what explain the workings meant and just before I inserted the key card I turned to the group and announced, "Please brace yourself, this elevator is for the Captain's use and as such is very powerful and quick." I could see the Captain smile as he wedged in more on Lady Arnoldson's left and moved her a little bit more toward Nils. As the elevator dropped she gasped a little "Ohh!" but barely staggered as we came to a halt. The Captain reached across and withdrew the card as the door opened and said, "Seamen, carry on with your duties at table." We smartly walked to the table and Nils grabbed my hand a moment and whispered, "Did you see that? He looked at me and talked to me!" I didn't have time to respond as suddenly we were at the table and the hurly burly of service began. I did notice there was a moment where the Captain and Sir Arnoldson seemed to each wait for the other to be seated and then with a slight raised eyebrow from the Captain and a brief nod of head from Sir Arnoldson, Nils' Father seated his wife and then himself. Dinner was fairly normal with both of us so busy we hardly heard the conversations of the guests. Then just as dessert was finished the Captain signaled me for brandy. Quickly collaring Nils I whispered that he was to go to each lady and ask if they would like brandy or sherry. Depending on their choice he would place either a brandy snifter or a sherry glass so I would know what to pour. Without a moments hesitation he was circling and arranging the correct glass while clearing the dessert trays. As the Captain was pleased with the service he rose and announced, "Ladies and Gentlemen, I propose a toast." Everyone lifted their glasses and he continued, "It's unusual in my line of work to find one novice able bodied seaman to inspire my confidence in a season of cruises and yet this season I have been privileged to meet and work with two such men. Raise your glasses to Seaman Gunderson and Seaman Arnoldson, perfect service and unquestioned dedication to the line and their crew-mates." "Here here!" and "Well done" from the table and suddenly polite applause from behind and around us where seemingly the entire wait staff had circled the Captain's table at some invisible call. I know Nils blushed about ten shades of red and I must have too as warm as my face suddenly was. "Carry on men," the Captain addressed us and the staff behind us and suddenly there were multiple hands helping us clear the table and retire the service to the kitchen. The House Manager pigeon holed us in the kitchen and barked, "Okay boys! Civvies in the Disco in an hour, don't forget you have watch duty in the morning then full dress at Ten Hundred hours on the bridge! Go!" Go we did racing back up the passageway again and collapsing in our cabin with Nils barely managing to squeak out, "Did he say Skivvies in the Disco in an hour?" Oh god, what have I created I thought.