Date: Wed, 23 Apr 2003 16:47:31 -0700 (PDT) From: mycandlelight_dreams Subject: Sailor Boys - chpt 24 THE NORMAL BORING DISCLAIMER: This story is FICTION, and just one of my fantasies. Any similarity to real persons is purely coincidental. Further, this story contains sexually explicit information between an adult and a teen-ager. If this type of material offends you, do NOT read further. However, if you like these kinds of stories, then read on and ENJOY! --- CHAPTER 24 --- All of us slept like timber logs that night, and the bright morning sun greeted us. As we showered and dressed, I heard a siren outside the ship. I peered out the porthole to see Jake's jeep. I smiled to myself, as there were no lights flashing. It was just Jake's sick way of giving my crew a wake up call. It worked too, because in no time at all, my entire crew was on deck to see what all the commotion was about. I had to send Andrew, Brandon, Zach, Jeremy and Thomas back downstairs, to at least put some shorts on. Jake's face lit up like a Christmas tree when all those naked boys appeared before him. I could feel the blood rush to my face, as I directed them down below. "Nice crew," Jake winked at me. "No wonder you love the sea!" Jake began to chuckle, which only made my face grow redder. "So? You boys ready for some fun this morning?" The boys hesitantly nodded, not sure where this was leading. Frankly, I wasn't sure either, so I asked, "What kind of fun?" "Take a look." Jake said, pointing to front of my ship. We went to the bow, and looked over. There, tied to the dock, were three Sea-Doo watercrafts. These are like motorcycles for the water, and the boys just about jumped overboard with excitement. Now, I had to admit, I was a little nervous about this idea. After all, I had only been on one of these types of machine once before. I was dumped off of it the very first ride, so I was not feeling the same excitement as the boys. However, with the exception of Jeffy and Miwaka, every one else on board had been on watercraft machines several times before. "The normal rules apply, including jackets." Jake warned. As the boys finished putting on their life jackets, a six-passenger speedboat pulled up. "You guys ready?" The pilot asked. I looked over and saw a young man in his mid twenties, with short jet-black hair, and a smile the size of Texas. "Almost, Steven. Just hang on for a minute." Jake answered, and then turned to me. "Steven is a friend of mine," Jake winked at me. "Oh, I see." I answered back. "Now, Red, don't go getting jealous. You're still my best love!" He jabbed me in the ribs. "Jealous? Me?" I shrugged it off. But, Jake was right. I was feeling a bit jealous. Here I was thinking Jake had been waiting at home, pining for me to return, and he had moved on, and even found himself some young stud to play around with. 'Get a grip, Red!' I said to myself, trying to overcome the wave of jealousy. The boys walked down the gangplank, and I locked up The Mighty Miss. Jake informed us that we'd be riding out to a fairly unused but wide-open area, so the boys could play with the Sea-Doos. We boarded the boats, Brandon and Andrew; Thomas and Binder; Jeremy and Max each taking a Sea-Doo, while the rest of us piled into the speedboat. "Follow me, but not too close." Steven announced as he fired up the two large engines. The floor of the boat vibrated, and reminded me of Missy, only much more noticeable. The boys nodded, and we were off. Steven led us through a wide river mouth, and upstream to a large body of water that fed the stream. Jake was right about how large and open it was, and also that there wouldn't be a soul around. We could have screamed 'bloody-murder' and no one would have heard us. Steven directed us to a beach-front, where he parked the speedboat. The boys piloting the Sea-Doos followed and rode up next to where the speedboat was now anchored. "Okay," Jake announced, "You boys will have to take turns. I could only get three of these machines, but I figure you can work it out." I placed my hand on Jake's shoulder. "This is really great, Jake, thanks!" Jake began to laugh. "Don't thank me. Thank Steven. He said your boys would have a lot more fun with these." I turned to Steven and said, "Thanks, Steven. It was a great idea." I shook his hand firmly. His eyes met mine, and in an instant, I could see why Jake had become so taken with him. I just felt at ease immediately. "You're welcome." Was all he said, smiling. As instructed, the boys took turns on the machines, and those that weren't riding, were swimming near us. I stayed in the speedboat and watched all the activity. Jake sat next to me, while Steven sat on the edge of the boat, right behind Jake. Occasionally, I would see his hand slip under Jake's arm and caress his waist. I began to really appreciate Steven, as my jealousy subsided and gave way to compassion and appreciation for how Steven felt about Jake. "Woo Hoo." I heard Thomas say, as I saw a pair of swim trunks thrown through the air, landing in the boat at my feet. I looked across where the boys were swimming and saw Shaun come up for air and smile widely. Looking closer, I realized that Thomas was the one who lost his suit, and obviously wasn't feeling bad about it. In the spirit of fairness, Thomas dunked Shaun, and in a single swift movement, slid Shaun's suit down his thin, hairless legs, and whip the suit into the boat. Jake began to laugh loudly. "A bunch of nudists, hey?" I just chuckled and didn't respond. Jake and Steven continued to watch my boys as one by one lost their suit. "I hope you guys don't mind. They prefer swimming naked." I blushed. "You haven't changed a bit, you old son-of-a-bitch!" Jake chuckled again. "Steven's the same way." "Hey!" Steven piped up. "Do you have to tell ALL our secrets?" "Oh relax, Steven," Jake jabbed him. "Old Red here and I have been fucking since before you were old enough to know what it was, so don't get all fired up." Steven looked at me, then at Jake, then back at me. Slightly shaking his head, he turned his attention back to the boys on the Sea-Doos. Jake looked at me and shrugged his shoulders as if to say, 'No big deal.' I'm not sure Steven felt the same way. I didn't get long to stew on the idea, for Steven jumped up, stripped out of his own suit, and dived into the water. Jake started laughing again. "See what I mean? Boy can't keep clothes on!" I leaned over to Jake and whispered, "Lucky Bastard." "You should talk." Jake whispered back. "Seems to me you have a smorgasbord of boys to play with." I looked away. 'Damn it,' I thought. 'Jake knows me too well.' "Hey, it's okay, Red. I know you well enough to trust you. I'm sure those boys are having a great time on The Mighty Miss." Jake gently touched my leg, and I turned toward him, our eyes meeting. "How long have you known Steven?" I asked, changing the subject. Jake moved his hand away. "I waited as long as I could, Red. But, I have needs, too." The 'knife' entered my heart. "And when you didn't come back, and you didn't call..." The 'knife' twisted harder. "...I moved on, Red. I love you. I always will. But, I needed someone I could actually touch; someone I could cuddle with; someone I could spend time with. You have the sea, and your ship, and I'm happy for you, I really am. But, I couldn't wait anymore." The 'knife' finished its job, slicing my heart in two. A tear came to my eye and I looked away from Jake. It was the first time in years that he poured his feelings out to me. And now I was wishing he hadn't. "I'm so sorry, Jake. I never meant to hurt you." I whispered, fighting back the desire to cry out loud. "Like I said, I've moved on, Red, so don't feel sorry. We're still friends, and I still love you." Then Jake turned to me, and hugged me tightly to his chest. His words were soothing, but I couldn't help feeling sorry for leaving him hanging in the wings. "Come on, Captain. You look like you could use a swim yourself!" Jake said, standing on the edge of the boat, ready to jump off. "Coming in?" Jake didn't wait for answer and jumped in. I stood up, slipped off my life jacket, and heard Thomas yell, "Oh yeah, Baby. Take it all off!" I glared at him and he turned away from me. "What's the matter, Red? Embarrassed to show off your manhood. Come on, ain't nobody around." Jake said, laughing at me, but winking at Thomas. "No, I'm not embarrassed about anything I've got, thank you very much!" I slipped the shorts down my legs, turned and bent over mooning the staring group. "Woo Hoo. Nice butt, Captain!" Thomas giggled. I jumped into the water, splashing everyone, and began chasing Thomas. He dived below the water in an attempt to get away. However, there are very few people in this world that can out swim me, and Thomas is not one of them. I wrapped my arms around his torso, as my dick brushed against his naked butt. Thomas turned and looked at me, not sure if he should laugh or not. That question was answered quickly as I began to rub his ribs, sending him into a laughing fit. Thomas is very ticklish. I happened to see Jake out of the corner of my eye, and when I looked at me, he simply smiled, nodded, and went about his swimming. His suspicions had been confirmed, and I was happy it was out in the open. The rest of the day was spent enjoying the watercraft, swimming and laughing with each other. A few games of 'chicken' ensued, with Jake and Steven playing along. Jeffy and I didn't win near as many matches, but we still had fun. Jake had brought enough snack foods to hold us over the lunch hour, and as the afternoon sun began to fall, Jake gathered the boys for our return to the docks. We put out suits and jackets back on for the trip back, and the boys could not say thank you enough when we tied off the Sea-Doos near our ship. "Will you and Steven stay for dinner?" I asked, as we boarded my ship. "Can't. Steven has arranged for a catered dinner at his home, and we were hoping you would join us." Jake replied. "What do you think guys? Can you stand another meal on land?" I giggled. The boys nodded and unison and it was decided. We split our group into two smaller groups. Five of the boys, Brandon, Andrew, Thomas, Binder and Miwaka would accompany Steven in the speedboat, while the rest of us piled into the Jeep. In only a few minutes, we met up at Steven's house. Or, should I say, his 'estate.' As we pulled up the driveway, my eyes got larger and larger. I couldn't believe the size of the white house. It looked like one of those large southern Georgia plantation houses you see on T.V. Three floors, grand pillars in front, and two very large French doors. Jake noticed my surprise, and said, "His parents left it to him when they passed away. Not bad, huh?" I nodded, as Jake stopped the Jeep and we climbed out. Steven was jump coming up the walkway from his boat dock. "Welcome to my home." He said, opening the unlocked door and letting us in. I remembered how casual Jake was about locking his own house. 'Gatlin is a whole different world,' I thought to myself. We entered the foyer of the grand white house, and I immediately felt out of place. The marble floor had an intricate pattern of a sundial in the middle, with rays of different colored marble branching out from it. I looked up and gazed upon a crystal chandelier the size of a compact car. As we looked forward, there were two large staircases on either side of the foyer leading to the upper levels, and another set of French doors leading to the rest of the first level. Steven moved inward, opening the French doors, and leading us to the formal dining room. As we entered the room, the table was already prepared for the fourteen of us, including candles that had been freshly lit, china and polished brassware, white cloth napkins with gold rings, crystal glasses, and a troupe of seven servants wearing tuxedos busily putting the final touches on the table. "Are we ready, Alex?" Steven asked the head of the troupe. "Yes, Sir." Alex responded, clapping his hands together as an instruction to his staff to assist in the seating. I suddenly felt horribly underdressed and Steven smiled at me. Jake leaned over to me and whispered, "He loves to show off." "I heard that!" Steven darted his eyes at Jake. "Gentlemen, please be seated," he pointed at the chairs surrounding the long rectangular table. After Miss Ruby's full buffet, I wasn't sure she could be outdone. I was about to be proven wrong. Quite wrong, in fact. The first of seven courses began with a light onion soup. The steaming bowls were served, and as the boys began to eat, I immediately recognized their proper upbringing. Miwaka hesitated for a moment, feeling almost as out of place as I did. Steven had purposely sat next to Miwaka, and subtly pointed to the correct 'soup spoon.' Miwaka nodded, observed how the other boys carefully sipped the soup and followed their lead. Steven smiled at him at how quickly he learned. The second course was a small spinach and endive salad, with balsamic vinaigrette dressing. Again, Miwaka was shown with of the three forks placed near him was the proper one to use. Shrimp cocktail was served next, with an abundance of sixteen medium sized shrimp in each of the 14 bowls. The red horseradish sauce was mild but complimentary. The fourth course consisted of decorated shallots, shitake mushrooms, poached Roma tomatoes, and caramelized carrots. The main course finally arrived. London Broil in a peppered red wine sauce, served with garlic mashed potatoes, fresh string beans, and steamed carrots that had been cut to look like roses. The aromas as the plates were set before us was as intoxicating as any liquor I had ever sampled. The conversation throughout dinner was jovial and light-hearted, and as I continued to watch Steven and Miwaka interact, I began to suspect that there was more between them than a simple dining lesson. After a twenty-minute pause following the main course, the dessert trays were presented. Large platters were carried by four of the servants. Upon the platters were selections, already cut and ready to eat. New York cheesecake, drizzled in sautéed cherries; carrot cake five layers high; raspberry sorbet; chocolate mousse cake, drizzled in thick dark chocolate syrup; steaming apple pie, topped with a healthy serving of vanilla ice cream and a caramel sauce; Mississippi crumb cake with a sweet coconut and cinnamon topping; Italian Tiramisu; French Flan; and a breathtaking assortment of fresh fruits arranged delicately in an edible powdered sugar waffle bowl. Even the simplest of desserts, a bowl of chocolate ice cream, was decorated with ladyfinger cookies and served on a bed of chocolate cookie crust. As the platters made their way around the table, the boys carefully selected their desserts and moaned with delight through the course. I selected the Tiramisu, which practically melted the moment it touched my tongue. A vibrant arrangement of Mascarpone cheese, eggs, sugar, espresso coffee, ladyfingers, liquor and cocoa, and heavy cream. Each layer a new flavor, intermixing to provide an exquisite experience for my taste buds. I was in total agreement with the boys, and 'ooohed' and 'ahhhed' through my own dessert. "Steven knows the best chefs and bakers in the state," Jake whispered to me with pride. "I'll say." I agreed, enveloping another bite of my dessert, allowing it to melt and coat my tongue. The seventh and final course allowed Steven's guests to "wash their palate," as he put it. The servants returned, after whisking away the cleaned off dessert plates, with several dark colored bottles. Steven looked over the selection and then looked at Jake, who simply nodded. "Cognac it is." Small Cherie glasses were poured and we sipped the strong, warm liquid. The warmth could be felt almost to my stomach. I had to push myself back from the table, as my very full belly began to strain on the shorts I was wearing. If I had been wearing a belt, I would have pleaded to loosen it. Fortunately, the elastic on my waistband was already adjusting itself. "Never have I had such a grand meal, presented so gracefully. Thank you, Steven, for your generous hospitality!" I announced, and the boys erupted in applause. "You're welcome, each and every one of you." Steven looked around the table, his eyes stopping at Miwaka, who smiled shyly and then looked away. As the last of my Cognac slipped from the glass, across my grateful lips, I heard the faint tone of a grandfather clock, and as I mentally counted the chimes, I realized the time was eleven o'clock. "Goodness, Jake." I said, at bit surprised at how quickly the time had passed. "I have to get these guys back on board and bedded down, or they'll be no good to me tomorrow." "Certainly, you're not leaving already?" Steven interrupted. "You just arrived, and I have a grand tour scheduled for you tomorrow." "A tour?" Miwaka asked, his eyes meeting Stevens. "Yes. My family owns quite a bit of land here, and I was hoping to show you some of it. We have an exquisite orchard of apple, pear and almond trees; as well as a horse stable. Any of you ever ridden a horse?" A few of the boys raised their hands. "Well then, we simply can't let you leave without everyone getting a chance to ride, now can we, Red?" Steven locked on me. It was strange to hear him call me that. "I had scheduled us to only stay the day, but if you boys are interested..." The room erupted again in applause, and I had my answer. Our schedule would be changed again, and this time, by the boys choice. "It's settled then." Steven stood up from the table, and called for Alex. "Yes, Sir?" Alex appeared almost immediately. "My guests will be staying the night, Alex. Arrange the guest quarters immediately." "Very good, Sir." Alex nodded and disappeared almost as quickly as he had appeared. "Stay the night? No, you misunderstood. I meant we could extend our visit to Gatlin. I didn't mean sleep in your home, Steven." I objected to the proposal, and as soon as the words escaped my mouth, Jake nudged my ribs, clearly indicating it was 'bad manners' to decline such a generous offer. "Don't be ridiculous, Red. It's all arranged." With that, he popped a cell phone from his pocket and flipped it open. With the push of a single button, it dialed a full number. "Hello, Henry...Yes, I understand...No, thank you, but I would like you to stay at the docks this evening." A small pause. "Yes, that's right...Hmm? What's that? No, they won't be returning this evening. That's correct, and no one is allowed near that ship, do you understand, Henry? That's right, no one. And, Henry? I'll be covering the mooring fees. Hmm? Then, I guess you'll be returning the money when the Captain returns tomorrow." Another pause. I looked at Steven and then looked at Jake, who was smiling with pride. The ache in my heart had all but disappeared. Jake had found himself a rich man to occupy his heart. "No, Henry, but that was very kind of you. I'm certain the Captain would appreciate that, but I highly doubt it's necessary. Because, Henry, he has his own crew to wash down the deck." I was glued to the conversation now, and was grateful that Steven had declined the man's offer. The idea of strangers on my lady's deck when I wasn't there to supervise gave me instant chills. I was about to speak when Jake laid his hand on my shoulder. "Easy, Red. He knows what he's doing. You don't have to worry." I closed my mouth and listened again. "That's great, Henry. Thank you. Yes, I'll see you tomorrow. Hmm? No, Henry, just tonight. Thank you. Good night." Steven closed the phone and slipped it back into his pocket. "The Mighty Miss will be well protected tonight, Red, so you have no more excuses. Come, gentlemen, Alex will show you to your rooms." With that, Jake and I stood up and the boys followed our lead. Alex led our group to a new staircase that I had not seen earlier, and one by one rooms were assigned, based on my requests. Since the boys had already paired off on my ship, I saw no need to separate them in strange quarters. That is, except for Jeffy. I wasn't ashamed of Jeffy. I loved him, but the love shared between a man and a boy is not accepted worldwide. "It's okay. We'll be back together tomorrow night," I whispered in Jeffy's ear as I scooted him into the room with Billy and Zach. "I'll keep an eye on him, Captain." Zach smiled at me. I glared at him, visually warning him not to take advantage of my boy. He nodded understanding and shut the door. When Steven heard that Miwaka and Shaun would be sharing a room, he looked at Miwaka and casually tried to shrug off his disappointment. Shaun wrapped his arm around Miwaka as they entered the room and closed the door. The last guest room door was opened, and I was shown inside. The king sized bed was inviting looking. The sheets were turned down and a fresh white rose was placed on the pillow. Across the bed was a terry cloth bathrobe that was warm and soft to the touch. Two chilled bottles of spring water awaited in a bucket of ice, next to the bedside table. The room was larger than the main room of my ship, and it was hard to imagine the cost to heat such a large house. "Everything in order, Sir?" Alex asked me from the doorway. "Yes, yes. Thank you, Alex. You're very kind." I said as I extended my hand. "You're welcome, Sir. Good night." He said, closing the door without shaking my hand. I went back to the bed, and could not resist the urge to bounce on it, just for a moment. "That was my first reaction, too," Jake chuckled, catching me bouncing on the mattress like an eight-year-old. "This is the most incredible place I've ever seen. I'm so happy for you, Jake." "Thank you." Jake said, closing the door behind him. I was sure I heard the lock click. "You know, Red, it's been a long time since we've been alone." --- Shaun had drifted off to sleep, and was curled up on his own side of the large, soft bed. Miwaka lay on his back; eyes wide open, pondering the last two weeks of his life. So much had happened. In a very short month, he had lost his parents, his sister, all hope of life itself; then been rescued, accepted into a new group of friends; gained the love of a boy he hardly knew; traveled the Pacific Ocean; visited places and experienced things he could only dream of; consumed meals that would make a king jealous; met the challenges of survival and overcome odds that were stacked against him. How? How could it all have happened? His life was turning out so good after so much bad. Miwaka turned and watched as Shaun's ribs rose and fell with this rhythmic breathing. 'I love him, too.' He thought. And now he was sleeping in the softest bed he had ever laid his body on, in a huge house, owned by a very attractive man. And the man...Steven. Did he misread the signs? He seemed attracted to Miwaka as well. Miwaka's head began to spin. A finite combination of Cognac and a large meal overtook his mind. Then, he heard the creak of a door. Miwaka lay still, and soon a slender shadow appeared and the familiar voice whispered, "You can't sleep either?" Miwaka softly shook his head, looking up at Steven. "Come with me, then. I want to show you something." Steven took Miwaka's hand in his own, and Miwaka rose from the bed. Steven wrapped the soft robe around Miwaka's naked body, and Miwaka tied off the soft belt. The exited the room through a side door, through which Steven had accessed the room. The descended a narrow set of steps to a dark, mahogany paneled room. In the center of the room was a billiard table. "Do you play?" Steven asked, releasing Miwaka's hand. "Well, I've only done it once, in Santa Cruz with Captain." "That's okay. I'm not very good, but I love to play it." Steven smiled at Miwaka, handing him a cue-stick. The first game went rather smoothly, with both Steven and Miwaka making good shots and mistakes. After the eight ball dropped and Miwaka won the game, Steven said, "Why don't we make the next game a little more interesting?" "What do you mean?" Miwaka asked. "Well, let's say that the loser has to be the winner's sex slave." Steven lowered his eyes to Miwaka's crotch. "I already told you, I'm not very good." Miwaka protested. "I don't know," Steven said, coming behind Miwaka, and brushing his hand across Miwaka's firm butt cheeks, through the bathrobe. "You seem to do all right." He whispered, as he leaned closer to Miwaka's ear, and then planted a small kiss on his neck. Miwaka was suddenly still. He wasn't sure what to say or do, but he could feel his virility begin to rise. "Why don't we just see what happens?" Steven whispered, sliding his hand into the opening of his robe, brushing his open palm across Miwaka's left nipple. Miwaka stood still, and Steven removed his hand. "I'll even let you break." Steven smiled as he racked up the balls to begin the new game. --- Jake approached me with a passion in his eyes that I only distantly remembered. As my eyes wondered down his muscular body to his crotch, I could tell he was already quite excited about being in my room. "Jake..." I started to speak, protest even, and he placed a single finger across my lips. Then, removing his finger, leaned in and kissed me. A flood of memories of Jake and I together drowned my mind, shutting down my logical thinking. The rest of the world around me simply melting away, and I felt myself give in to old passions. I began kissing back, and parted my lips, allowing Jake access to my tongue, as they quickly danced inside my mouth. I could feel Jake's hand move down my body, and as he came closer to my dick, it sprung into full attention, so that by the time he arrived, there was more than enough of a welcome party. "I see I still no how to start your engine, Michael," he said with a gruff deep voice. He only called me Michael when he wanted to fuck me, and I knew that's exactly where he was headed. However, I had to admit that I wanted it as much as he did, and I did nothing to stop the natural progression, as we let our passions guide the evening. Jake stepped forward, pushing me back toward the soft bed, and as I lay down, Jake laid his firm body on mine, and we kissed again and again. --- KRACK! The cue hit the Fifteen, causing the stripped ball to plummet into the side pocket. "Nice shot!" Steven commended. "Thanks." Miwaka smiled back as he lined up for his next shot. KRACK! The cue bounced off the side rail, just missing the Thirteen. "Guess that makes it my turn." Steven smiled as he lined up for his shot. KRACK! The cue sliced past the Thirteen, bounced at a right angle off the blue Two ball, sending the Two sailing into the corner pocket. The cue continued its path, smacking the purple colored Four ball into the side pocket before coming to a slow stop just behind the red Three ball. Miwaka watched the series in shock, feeling his win slip away. 'Sex slave?' Miwaka kept saying to himself. KRACK! Steven shot the cue into the Three, sending it sailing toward the corner pocket, when it bounced off the rail and missed the pocket entirely. "Ohhhh, so close." Steven said, smiling at Miwaka. Miwaka leaned over to line up his shot. A difficult angle off the rail in order to get the Twelve in. Steven came up behind him to check Miwaka's view of the shot. "Oh, yes. I see why you hesitated. Here, let me show you." Steven leaned down, wrapping his arms and body around Miwaka; his left hand on Miwaka's, his right hand on the cue. Steven leaned in further and whispered, "You have to know just how to arrange things." With that, he pushed the cue-stick forward, sending the cue across the table, smacking the twelve just hard enough to sink it in the corner pocket. Miwaka stood up from the table, unable to believe his eyes, as Steven stepped back from the 17-year-old Indian boy. Miwaka lined up his next shot, and could feel his hand begin to shake. He pushed the cue-stick, striking the felt and hitting the cue at a bad angle. The cue bounced up and then back down, striking the Thirteen, but only causing it to move a small amount. Steven stepped up to the table, and with one simple stroke, sunk the orange colored Five ball. In his next move, it was simple and graceful as the Seven dropped from view. Then, lining it up so casually, KRACK! The Six dropped into the side pocket. All that was left for Steven was the bright yellow One, and the final black Eight ball. All Miwaka could do was look on as Steven lined up his shot, bumped the cue off the side rail and dropped the One into the corner pocket. As the ball dropped, Steven watched Miwaka's face, smiling confidently at him. Miwaka watched as the cue came to rest a mere two inches from the eight ball, lined perfectly with the left-side pocket. "Well, this is my last shot, Miwaka." Steven said proudly. "If I sink the eight ball in that corner pocket, I'll be sinking something else into your pocket." Miwaka looked up from the table, and their eyes met again. Steven lined up his cue, about to strike, when he looked again at Miwaka's eyes. There was a new look in them. Steven noticed that Miwaka was holding his breath. It was a 'make-or-break' decision for Steven. He could sink the ball and take full advantage of the boy, or he could be the gentleman that he knew he should be. Steven looked down at the table and struck the cue, sending the pearl white cue ball bouncing over the Eight ball and dropping into the pocket. Miwaka couldn't believe his eyes. "Well." Steven said, setting the cue-stick on the table. "You win. I guess I'm your sex-slave." Steven smiled at Miwaka, and Miwaka let out his breath, slowly, still not sure what to do. Steven came around the table and standing behind Miwaka, wrapped his arms around the nervous boy. "Shall I pleasure your cock?" He whispered, gingerly tucking his hands inside the robe, loosening the tie. "Or, shall I pleasure your ass instead?" He removed one of his hands, and brushed it across Miwaka's butt. "It's really up to you now, Miwaka." Steven said, as he pulled the robe over Miwaka's shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Miwaka's now fully erect cock bounced forward. Steven leaned in closer, and Miwaka could feel his hot breath on his neck and ear as he whispered, "Tell me your desire, Miwaka. I'll do anything you want." He moved his hands down Miwaka's stomach, across the patch of pubic hairs, and grasped the shaft of Miwaka's dick with both hands. "So? What shall it be, Master?" Steven whispered, leaning closer still to Miwaka. Miwaka could feel the firmness of Steven's dick pressed against his naked ass, which only added to his dick's excitement. Unable to think of what to do, Miwaka slowly turned around and faced Steven. Steven immediately kissed him on the lips, hard and deep, forcing his tongue into Miwaka's mouth. Miwaka did not resist, and began gently sucking on Steven's tongue. Miwaka's dick began to pulse, matching his heartbeat, and he could feel a single tear of precum appear at his uncut tip. --- Jake leaned down and began pulling at my shorts with his teeth; first one side, then the other. I raised my hips, allowing my loose shorts to slip down my hairy legs. When my shorts reached my ankles, they slipped easily over my feet and fell to the floor. Jake stood up and quickly removed his buttoned shirt, pants and socks. As he stood in his red Speedo underwear, I could see the outline of his fat, hard cock, a small wet spot at the tip, and strands of his dark pubic hair peeking from the sides. I sat up, hooked my thumbs into the thin elastic strap, and pulled the red prison down his legs, watching that fat, mushroom headed cock slap me in the chin. I leaned back and opened my mouth, guiding Jake's hot, throbbing cock into my mouth. As soon as the tip of his dick touched my tongue, I instantly remembered how much I loved sucking Jake. --- Steven began moving down Miwaka's body, kissing him along the way. Gentle, loving kisses, but passionate enough to send electric sparks up Miwaka's spine. He remembered planting similar kisses on Shaun, and how Shaun shuttered. Now, he was feeling the same electric pulses. Steven wasted no time reaching Miwaka's love zone, and grasping Miwaka's uncut dick, stuck his tongue out to lap up the small wet spot at the tip. "Mmmm. You taste good, Master." Steven whispered. Miwaka pushed his hips forward, and Steven complied, opening his mouth and fully engulfing Miwaka's cock. "Ugh. Oh, God, yes...that feels great. Keep doing that, yes." Miwaka moaned, as Steven began tonguing the bottom of Miwaka's hard dick, all the while sucking deeper and deeper into his hungry mouth. Miwaka wrapped his hands around Steven's head, and interlocked his fingers. He began pushing harder and faster into Steven's mouth, but Steven kept up the pace, keeping his teeth clear of the intruder, and relaxing his throat, to keep from gagging. Miwaka could feel the head of his cock slip through the foreskin and brush Steven's throat. He wanted to push further, but hesitately. Steven grabbed Miwaka's ass cheeks and pulled him closer still, until his nose was pressed hard against Miwaka's pubic bone. Miwaka could feel the head of his dick slip into Steven's throat. Steven began to swallow, stroking the head of Miwaka's cock in his throat, and begging the boy's cream to escape. "Mmm..uhg...oh God, yeah. Oh man...I'm gonna shoot write down your fucking throat!" Miwaka's passion had taken over his breathing and his thoughts. He didn't care that Steven was sucking him now. He only cared that he wanted so badly to cum. --- Jake had started a rhythm and I followed along, my lips stroking his shaft, as he pushed and pulled the fat monster from my mouth. I could taste Jake's precum, warm and mild, and I pressed the tip of his dick against my lips, coating the soft skin with his wetness. Jake then took over, pushing me backwards on the bed, and swinging my feet about my head before I could protest. Then, he knelt on the bed, pointed his hard cock at my hole and pushed hard. "Fuck, Jake. You want to split me in two?" I protested, trying to relax, as the jolts of pain shot through my nuts. "You owe me, Red, and now you're gonna pay!" He pushed again, slamming his thick pole into my ass, burying it deep inside me. "Fuck...ow! Holy shit, Jake, Fuck!" I whined and protested, but Jake didn't care. "Shut the fuck up, Red. You've taken my dick before and come back crying for more." The few tears that had been brought on by the sudden impalement of Jake's cock began to dry as the jolts of pain gave way to waves of pleasure. Jake increased his speed and I was glad I had generously slobbered over his fuck stick. Our muscular bodies began to sweat, which added natural lubricant to my ass, and soon Jake was slamming harder and deeper still, trying to push all eight and a half inches of his thick manhood into my ass. "You like it, don't you, Red? You like it when I fuck you hard and fast. You love having that cock up your ass!" Jake loved to talk dirty when he fucked me. I was right, some things never change. "Yeah, take it. Take that fat dick, Red!" Jake's breathing began to quicken, and mine as well. Jake's deep penetration of my now loosened ass, had allowed him to poke my prostrate, sending shock after shock of erotic pleasure through my body, only to return and vibrate my boiling balls. --- Miwaka could feel his load aching to come out. Steven could feel it too, as Miwaka began to tense up, he closed his lips tightly around Miwaka's cock, and waited for the precious boy cream that he wanted so badly to taste. He didn't have to wait long as Miwaka cried out, "I'm cummmmmming!" Blast after heavy blast of Miwaka's pent up cum exploded from his dick and shot down Steven's throat. One, two, three, FOUR streams. Then, another shot. Then, another. Miwaka was sure his dick would never stop spurting. A final, small wad of boy cum leaked from his dick, landing on Steven's tongue. Steven stood up, and kissed Miwaka, sharing the flavor with Miwaka. As their tongues danced in a pool of Miwaka's cum, Miwaka reached down and began pulling fast on Steven's hard, precum soaked cock. --- Jake took a deep breath and pushed his dick deep into my asshole. He was silent and still as hit hot load shot from his cock, and coated the walls of my ass. The sudden heat from Jake's cum against my prostrate sent me into my own orgasm, as my cock shot its precious juices across my belly, chest, and my chin. Jake leaned in and began licking my salty cum from my face, moaned softly in enjoyment. --- Steven's breathing increased. "Oh yeah, Miwaka...keep jacking me. I want to cum all over you." Miwaka followed the command and began caressing Steven's hairy balls with his other hand, continuing to kiss him. Soon, Steven broke his kiss and inhaled deeply. "Oh, yeah...check it out!" Steven moaned as the first stream of white spunk shot from his dick, splashing against Miwaka's belly. The second jet, just as strong, joined the first, coating Miwaka. Miwaka continued to milk the last of Steven's orgasm from his pulsing dick. As Steven began to return from his orgasmic peak, he looked at Miwaka and smiled at him. "You make being a slave a lot of fun." "Thanks." Miwaka smiled back. "Let's get you cleaned up." Steven said, taking Miwaka's hand and leading him into a spa area. They showered together and dried off. Steven continued to watch the boy closely, though Miwaka didn't share the same interest in Steven. After drying off, they returned to the Billiard Room. As they sat on one of the leather couches, Miwaka noticed something that caught his eye. --- I hope you're enjoying this adventure. I welcome comments and questions, so, write me at mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com.