Date: Sat, 14 Jan 2006 05:03:50 +0000 From: Douglas DD DD Subject: Six Days and Seven Nights - Chapter 11 After a very interesting afternoon on a tropical beach, the boys have a little confrontation...and finally find themselves heading back to Florida and the end of their adventure. I hope you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading. Six Days Seven Nights by Douglas DD Chapter 11 "Princess Cay" Like every morning of the cruise, the boys awoke to a warm, sunny, tropical morning; blue sky with a few puffs of white clouds to add character. Douglas padded out onto the balcony, watching the sea churn beneath the stern of the great cruise ship. This would be the last morning he could see this sight. Tomorrow morning, at this time, they would be docked in Port Everglades, their adventure over. Off to the starboard side was a lush, green tropical island, one of the islands of the Bahamas. Princess Lines owned a huge stretch of beach on the island. This would be where they would spend their last day. Douglas could tell land was getting closer. He knew the ship would anchor off the beach, and the passengers would go to the island on one of the ship's life boats. These weren't like the lifeboats of the "Titanic". These boats were all motorized; many of them big enough to hold over fifty passengers. The trip from the ship to the beach would be a quick one. Douglas looked back over the week with a smile. From the moment he found out the Carter clan would be on their ship the trip had turned out to be more than amazing. The friendships made in one week had become strong. The "Love Boat" stories were certainly true, at least for him. He never imagined he would fall in love with a boy on the cruise, let alone a cute, sweet freshman boy. And it was not only him. The four boys in each group had fallen in love; Trevor and Chandler, Greg and Tyler, and Nipper and Andrew. To make it even more interesting, Nipper and Tyler were already boyfriends, yet neither one of them seemed to begrudge the other's new relationship. The Halloween party, the formal dinners, the two ports of call, and his birthday party had all been big highlights. Not to mention the great sex. Yet he knew there was more to their friendships than just sex. Each pair had developed a certain affinity for each other. Yes, the sex had been great, and important. But he was certain their friendships would have blossomed without the sex. To top it all off, the weather had been fantastic; warm and sunny every day. He wouldn't have traded this week for anything. The door to the cabin opened and Ben came out onto the balcony. Like Douglas, he was naked. "Whatcha doing?" Ben asked. "Thinking." "Oh? You're not in school. You shouldn't be doing that." "No, you silly Dolphin boy. I was thinking about the cruise. About us. About how wonderful it has been." "I know what you mean. I didn't really want to go and miss a week of school and a week of all the things I'm involved in. But I'm really glad I did. I'm going to miss you, you know." "Yeah, I know. I'm going to miss you, too. I love you." Ben put his arm around Douglas, looked into his eyes, and then kissed him. The kiss was warm, deep, passionate, and sexier than even their hardest kisses during sex. "I love you," Ben whispered. The boys were both hard, but for the moment were satisfied with that. It was like they wanted to be horny for each other the rest of the day. They let go their embrace. "Let's get everybody up and head for breakfast," Douglas said. "Always the practical one," Ben said. "When it comes to my stomach, you know it." The boys returned to the cabin, still hard, still horny, but not ready for sex. Nipper and Andrew were on the main bed, making out, kissing and rubbing dicks. "Let's shower and head for breakfast," Douglas said. "We want to be ready to get on a tender as early as possible." "But we're horny," Nipper and Andrew whined in unison. "Just think how great your last sex tonight is going to be," Douglas said. He felt a pang right after he said it. It would be their last sex, just like his sex with Ben would be their last sex together as well. The end of this cruise was going to be tougher than he thought. Nipper and Andrew had other ideas, however. They figured their last sex would be great no matter what. Nipper was fourteen. Andrew was twelve. The definition for both ages was "perpetually horny". Douglas went into the head to take a quick shower. Ben watched as Andrew and Nipper assumed the 69 position. He was hornier than ever now. He was ready to jerk himself off to an orgasm when Douglas came out of the shower. "Don't even think about it," he said. "I want you so horny you're ready to explode." "I think I'm there,' Ben said. As Ben entered the shower, Nipper cried out from the overwhelming feelings of a young teen orgasm. Andrew eagerly lapped up his spurting cum. Nipper's orgasm sent Andrew over the edge and he fired spurts of clear, sweet, young boy cum into his lover's mouth. This time Douglas was ready to jerk to a cum, but he held up, even though his hard dick was leaking copious amounts of precum. He went out on the balcony as the two young boys recovered from their act of passion. He played a little with his dick, knowing if he kept it up he would end up spurting all over himself right after he'd showered. Ben came out on the deck, still a bit damp, and still very hard. "Don't you dare," Ben said with a smile. "I want you so horny that you're ready to explode." "I'm there right now," Douglas said. "Then we'd better get dressed," Ben said. Both boys reluctantly went back into the cabin and put on shorts and a T-shirt. Their shorts had obvious bulges in the crotch area. They waited as Nipper and Andrew showered together. They were small enough so they could barely fit into the stall together. The boys went to the Carter cabin and picked up Trevor, Chandler, Greg, and Tyler. They learned that Greg and Tyler were seeing the day like Ben and Douglas; hold off until their last sex. Trevor and Chandler saw it like Andrew and Nipper; get it while the getting was good. Chandler had fucked Trevor out on the balcony right after they woke up. Once the boys rounded up all the parents, the two families had breakfast in the main dining room. The boys preferred the buffet for breakfast, but the parents wanted the last breakfast at sea to be a big one. They told the boys they could have dinner on their own at the buffet that night, to make up for it. That sounded like a good plan to the boys. After breakfast, the families went back to their cabins to get what they needed for the beach. The boys had their speedos on under their shorts. They packed an assortment of books, sun screen, hats, and shirts. They made sure they had their sunglasses. Chandler and Trevor both went shirtless, wanting to show off their nipple rings to the crowds of admirers they were sure would be watching them. It didn't take long to be loaded in a lifeboat, which quickly took them into a lagoon, and then to a dock. None of the boys could help looking back to admire the great ship anchored behind them. It had been their home for a week and each of them, in his own way, had a fond spot in his heart for the big floating palace. It was more than a collection of steel and machinery; it was a place of love and beauty. When they got to the beach they realized they could turn left or turn right. They elected to turn left and soon staked out their own location. They put twelve beach chairs together, with some in the shade of the great palm trees along the edge of the beach, and some in the bright tropical sun. Behind them was grass and a paved walkway. In front of them was white sandy beach, a quiet blue bay, blue ocean, and the "Golden Princess" at anchor. The dads asked the boys if they wanted to try snorkeling along the reef. The reef had a walkway over it, so onlookers could view the fish from above. But the best way to see the variety of tropical fish living in the reef was by snorkeling. The reef was in a protected cove, and snorkelers could float and look to their heart's content. The dads rented snorkeling equipment, which included the mask, flippers, and flotation aids, which had to be worn. Not having to worry about staying buoyant made the snorkeling easier and more fun. The boys could devote their full attention to the wonderful sea world beneath them. Watching the darting, swimming, schooling, brightly colored, strangely shaped tropical fish was yet another highlight of their week. When they finally got out of the water and returned the equipment, they all excitedly talked about the variety of sea life they had observed. They had finished in time for the barbecue. A huge barbecue buffet had been set up in an open covered area. The boys grabbed hamburgers, hot dogs, french fries, salads, desserts, sodas, and then ate as only growing boys can. When they finished they were much too stuffed to hit the water again, so they watched people go by, para-sailers glide through the air, and the lifeboats shuttling back and forth between the dock and the cruise ship. They lay stretched out on beach chairs, towels, or just plain sand. Trevor and Chandler were getting tired of lying in the sun and decided to walk to the other side of the dock to see what was there. What they found was a somewhat less busy stretch of beach. It didn't have the concession stand or the snorkeling lagoon. The boys saw the asses of two girls on a towel in the sand. They could tell it was Jennifer and Cindy. They both had their bikini tops untied. "Hi, Trevor," Jennifer said as she noticed the boys approaching. "Are you still gay today?" Trevor was somewhat taken aback by her comment, but didn't show his reaction. "What do you care," Trevor said. "I just want to know. Maybe you've changed." "Not here at the beach." "Oh, really? Does that mean you'll change when we get back to the ship?" "I'm not doing sex here. No place to do it. And on the ship, Falcon and I are saying good-bye, big time." "Well, what about you, Chandler?" "I'm like the Hawke." "Don't you even want to see with my top off?" "Maybe," Trevor answered. He looked at the untied top. "Here? On the beach?" "No, silly. Behind those bushes. It's all just a field back there. And there's bushes. Me and Cindy looked." "Yeah, okay. Let's do it." "Does that mean you're not gay now?" "It means I'm not gay for ten minutes so I can see your tits." "Trevor Carter, you are so gross. Can you tie our tops for us?" Trevor and Chandler bent over the girls, almost sitting on their asses, and tied their tops. There was no doubt how they felt about it as their cocks noticeably pushed out their speedos. In fact, Chandler had to adjust his as his head popped out over the waistband for a moment. The two girls didn't fail to notice as they got up off their lounge chairs. "Where are your parents?" "They're all over at the bar, drinking." There was a bar by the dock; open, with a palm frond roof. "I wish we could drink," Trevor said. Having drinks with the girls on the beach sounded like fun. "Me too, but we can't," Jennifer said, "so let's go." Where was Miles with his mini-bottles when you needed him? That question was quickly answered as they got to the walkway. Miles and Jordan were coming from the far end of the beach. "Hey, Hawke! Hey, Falcon!" Miles said. "Hi guys!" Trevor replied. Miles noticed the bulges in the speedos and the flushed looks on the girls' faces. "You guys gonna have some fun?" "Just gonna look. You want to join us?" "Just for a minute. We have to report back to the parents by two. That's in fifteen minutes." "We have to be back by three," Trevor said. The last launch left for the ship at four. The six of them wandered off the trail and into the bushes. They came upon two older teens on a blanket. The girl had her top off, and they were making out. They weren't naked. Yet. The startled teens yelled for them to go away. They finally found a spot on the edge of the field that seemed private, though their experience with the older teens showed nothing was truly private. Miles dug into his backpack and got eight bottles of whiskey. "Drink these; you'll feel good. That's all I got left. Now, let's get a nice view before we have to go," he said with a leer. Trevor was sure he could smell alcohol on the two boys' breath, so they obviously had started out with more. Trevor wondered how many bottles Miles had brought along. Jennifer stuck her tongue out at him and asked Trevor to untie her top. Trevor did so eagerly, his commitment to be "gay" until they docked long forgotten. As the young girl's top dropped, the other three boys got a great view of her budding breasts, at least until Trevor cupped his hands around them. "Hey!" she said. "Look, don't touch!" Trevor, somewhat chagrined, removed his hands. Then, in a complete change of mood, Jennifer turned, grabbed his head, and laid a big kiss on his lips, her breasts pushing up against his chest. The kiss was quick, but hard. Trevor, now somewhat confused, said, "Um, is it no touch or not?" Jennifer grabbed Trevor's hands and placed them back on her beasts. "I guess I liked it." By now Cindy has instructed Chandler to remove her top and he was fondling her breasts as well. Miles and Jordan dropped their board shorts, showing off their very hard dicks. "As you can see, we'd like to stay," Jordan said, "but we can't." They pulled their shorts back up. Miles grabbed his backpack and reminded Trev to be sure all the bottles he was leaving behind were empty. As the boys disappeared into the brush, Trevor opened a bottle and handed it to Chandler. He then gave one to Jennifer. Cindy turned hers down. "Bottoms up," Trevor said, and the two young adolescents quickly drained their bottles. "So, what do we do now?" Trevor asked with an innocent look on his face. ***** Ben and Douglas had seen the tower when they arrived, but they now wanted to go to the top of it. Ben grabbed a pair of binoculars out of his dad's pack and they set off for it. The tower was wooden, about three stories high, and situated across the walkway. They climbed the stairs to the top and looked at the view. Ahead of them was the lagoon, the ship, and the ocean. To each side they cold see up and down the long flat island. Behind them they could see across the island to the Atlantic on the other side. Ben took the binoculars and focused them on the ship. The sight was awe-inspiring. The great white ship gleamed in the sunlight. They heard someone coming up the stairs and turned to see the hairy-chested man coming up with a camera. Douglas noticed the long telephoto lens is sported. Alex was with him. He greeted them and Alex went over to stand with them. The man busily took pictures of the ship, the beach, and the island. Ben swept his glasses around the island, and then handed them to Douglas, who did the same. He handed the binoculars back to Ben, who started putting them pack into their carrying case. The hairy-chested man was looking at the area where the brush met the open field. He obviously saw something of interest. He started clicking away. Ben wondered what it was he was looking at. He could make out something at the edge of the brush. He got the binoculars back out of the case and focused on the area. "Oh my God!" "What?" Douglas asked. "What do you see?" The man was still clicking away, but he was at the other end of the platform and couldn't hear Ben and Douglas. "It's Trev and Chandler." "What are they doing?" "Trev is kissing a girl. She has her top off. Chandler is watching and so is another girl." "Let me see." "Wait. Something is happening." He paused. "Holy shit, he's taking off her bottoms." "Let me see! Please!" Ben gave him the glasses. Douglas looked as Trev took off his speedos, his white butt reflecting the bright sunlight. "Trev just took his speedos off." Ben was looking around to see if anybody else could see what was going on. The only people on the platform were him, Douglas, and the man with the camera, who was busily clicking away. Ben could tell he had a digital camera. "Can I look again?" Ben asked. Douglas reluctantly handed the glasses back. It was nearly impossible to tell what was going on without them. "What's going on now?" "Trev, Chandler, and the girl just took a drink of something. Fast. Now Trev is taking her bottoms off. They're both naked. Holiest of shits, Trev is trying to enter her. Standing up." A pause. "What? What's going on?" "I think he's in her, and now he's starting to....WHOA!" "What? Let me see?" "Hang on a minute." "At least tell me what's going on." "Can I see too?" Alex pleaded. Ben stared into the glasses. Douglas could see the telltale bulge in Ben's swimsuit. He and Ben had both been incredibly horny since their aborted make-out in the morning. Douglas had a boner pushing out his swimsuit as well. Even Alex's little prepubescent cock was making a noticeable bulge. There was no doubt as to the effect this was all having on the man. "Chandler took his speedo off. He's doing something with his dick and now he's putting it into Trev's butt. He's fucking Trev while Trev is fucking that girl." "Let me see." This time Ben reluctantly gave up the glasses. He had to move them around a moment to find the scene, but the bare flesh soon caught his eye and he steadied the binoculars on it. Trev was indeed fucking the girl and he had Chandler up his ass at the same time. The girl was against a palm tree for support now, the three of them standing up and fucking. The second girl was fingering her cunt and watching the scene. In the back of his mind he could hear the camera still clicking. ***** Trevor's three and a half inch cock was pistoning into Jennifer. Chandler was up his butt, and the feelings were overwhelming. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer. Too bad Cindy was being a wuss, or his Falcon could be fucking her. On second thought, he preferred having his friend fuck his ass. He couldn't imagine anything feeling better. He was very buzzed after chugging down three of the whiskeys Miles had left behind. Chandler and Jennifer had each had two. The last one was sitting on top of his speedos, which were lying on the ground. The girl was moaning with pleasure, amazed that she was doing a three way with two guys, and was getting hot watching one guy fuck the other. Must be the whiskey, she thought to herself. The three children were moaning from sexual pleasure. Cindy was on her back now, looking up at the scene and rapidly finger fucking herself. Trevor moaned, and fired his seed deep inside the girl, squeezing his butt on Chandler's hammering cock, sending him over the edge as he filled Trevor's ass with his seed. Jennifer screamed with pleasure and shook as her young body began spasming with orgasmic pleasure. Seeing them all cum was the catalyst for Cindy as she shook from her masturbation and climaxed. "Oh, wow, that was so good," Trev said as he pulled his dick out of Jennifer. It still hadn't gone down, even though it wasn't as rock hard as before. Chandler's dick popped out of Trevor's butt. Trevor reached down and picked up the last bottle and opened it, taking a big swig of half the bottle and handing the rest to Chandler. As much as he wanted to drain it, he wasn't about to hold out on his Falcon. "Glad you didn't stay gay now?" Jennifer asked. "Yeah," Trev answered. "Besides I stayed gay; Falcon fucked me." Trev was slurring slightly. He had a solid buzz, but wasn't drunk. "I know. That was gross," Jennifer said. "Want to do it again? On the ground this time?" Trev felt his hard dick start to get harder. He was about to answer yes, when Chandler looked at his watch and reminded Trevor they had to be back to the beach soon. "We gotta go," Trev said. "See you at the teen dance tonight," Jennifer said in a sexy voice. The boys put their swimsuits on. "Yeah," Trev said. "See ya there." Trevor and Chandler headed out of the bushes and back to the walkway and the beach. "Too bad Cindy wouldn't put out," Trevor said. "She's not on the pill like Jennifer," Chandler said. "She was scared. But I think being in you was better." "Whatever, that was good. But it was even better with you in me. I'm glad we did that, even if Jennifer didn't like it much." "I think Cindy liked watching." "Yeah, me too. I'm glad nobody caught us though, like we got those big kids. That would've sucked." "Yeah," Chandler agreed. "At least nobody caught us." ***** The hairy-chested man watched somewhat disappointedly, as the four children put their swimsuits on. He quit taking pictures. "I can't wait to see how these come out. After I post these on the Internet, there's going to be some happy men." "You're going to post those?" Ben asked, somewhat horrified. He figured the hairy-chested man was taking the pictures to jerk off to. "Well, sure. Why not?" Ben realized the hairy-chested man wasn't aware that Trevor was his brother. "Those kids would be embarrassed." "Like they'd ever know. It's not like they go to those kinds of sites." "Can you even tell who they are from so far away?" "Take a look," the man offered. Ben looked through the lens at Trev, who was now dressed. The lens was powerful, not to mention sharp and clear. He could see almost as much detail as with the binoculars. There was no doubt Trevor's features would be recognizable. Ben realized he would have to do something to stop that from happening, but he didn't know what. The man went to the stairs and started to descend from the platform. Ben pulled on Alex's arm, asking him to stay. He looked at Alex, and realized the handsome young boy was quite pale. "What's wrong?" Ben asked "He never told me he was going to put my pictures on the net." "You mean he...." "...he took pictures of me naked. Even some of me jacking off." "Did he do anything to you?" Alex face going from white to red said it all. "We did some BJs and jerked off and stuff. But nothing up the butt. I didn't want to tell on him because he's nice and it was fun." Tears started forming in Alex's eyes. "But he said the pictures were for him, and now I'm scared and...." Ben put his arm around Alex. "Don't worry. We'll find a way to stop him from doing it?" "How?" "That I don't know yet." "Maybe I do," Douglas said. "I think I have a plan." "What?" Douglas told him. Ben smiled. Yeah, it could work. It would be tricky, but it could work. ***** The two families waited in line to board the launch back to the ship. "Your butt looked good there in the bushes, Trev," Ben said. Trevor turned instant red, as did Chandler standing beside him. "You saw us?" "Dad's binoculars are really good." "You spied on us?" Trevor said angrily. "How? From where?" "Calm down, Trev. I didn't do it intentionally." He pointed to the viewing tower. "Douglas and I were up there taking in the view and, well, the view was better than we anticipated." "It was inspiring," Douglas said. "Did anybody else see?" "Alex happened to come up." Ben and Douglas had agreed not to bring up the picture taking. Trevor didn't need to know about the pictures. If their plan worked, he would never have to know a thing. Trev brightened up. "I was good, wasn't I?" "Probably the best fuck she ever had," Douglas said. "Probably? It was the best fuck she ever had." Trevor was now back in form. "And Falcon made it even better." "Did you guys jerk off?" Chandler asked. "No. It just got us hornier. We can't wait to get back to the cabin." "Are you drunk, Trev?" Ben asked "Just really buzzed," Trevor said with a slight slur. "Me, too," Chandler said. "Just be careful around the `rents." "Don't worry." Ben worried. Trevor was having a little trouble standing up straight. They saw Alex coming to the dock with his parents. When he saw the boys, he came over. He talked privately to Ben and Douglas. "Karl said it's cool. He's excited you guys want to see his pictures. We can meet him in his cabin at seven. I think he thinks you guys will do some sex stuff with him." "In his wet dreams," Douglas said. Alex reddened. "No offense, Alex. What you do is your thing." "It's cool. It wasn't that great. You guys were better." "I was right about him having a digital camera?" "Yeah." "I thought so, with the view screen and all. And he's going to show us all of his pictures?" "He said the good ones are all on one cassette." "Oh, better yet. We get a break." "I better get back to my parents," Alex said. He left, giving them a little good-bye wave. Ben and Douglas returned to their group. "What was that about?" Andrew asked. "Nothing important," Ben said. "Definitely nothing important. ***** Eight boys. Four pair. Each pair on board; boyfriends who had fallen madly in love. This was their last day together, and each pair wanted some private time. While riding the launch back to the ship, they made arrangements to have that. Because they were without a doubt the horniest pair, Ben and Douglas got first call in the Carter cabin, while Nipper and Andrew got the Daniels cabin. After Ben and Douglas were finished, they would tell Trevor and Chandler, the pair who had had the most sex that day. Nipper and Andrew would let Greg and Tyler know when they were finished. It was 3:45 when they returned to the ship. They all agreed to meet for dinner at six. The second pairs probably wouldn't get their turn until after dinner. Ben and Douglas could hardly wait to make it to the cabin. They were all over each other even before they got off the launch. They held hands, kissed, and groped from the time they boarded the ship until they got to the cabin, raising more than a few older eyebrows, not to mention a few younger ones. As soon as the door to the cabin closed they were kissing, licking, biting, nibbling, groping, and pulling off clothes, their own and each other's. They had been so incredibly horny that they each had times when they were leaking precum into their pants. They were naked before they even realized it, the kissing and holding becoming more frantic. Less than five minutes after closing the cabin door, they were shooting their cum all over each other, releasing the adolescent sexual tension that had built up in them all day. Not even bothering to clean up, they flopped on the bed, kissing, hugging and groping. This time the foreplay was longer, the kissing deeper, the gropes and holds less intense, yet more erotic and, in some ways, more passionate. This time it wasn't wild, almost out of control, adolescent sex; it was love making. It was love making on the edge, on the edge of control, the edge of passion, the edge of wildness, the edge of craziness. Ben was the top, Douglas the bottom, and the sex was hard, deep, and fast, taking them both to a climax even more intense than the first one. This one had all the love the two boys had found for each other during the week. When they finally recovered, spent and limp, they really didn't want to get out of bed but knew they had to. They showered the sweat, cum, and spit of themselves, dressed, and headed to dinner. The second pair would have the cabin after they ate. In the Daniels cabin Nipper and Andrew had sex no less passionate. They were younger than Douglas and Ben, but no less in love with each other. The two boys sucked each other off, Nipper doing Andrew first, then Nipper getting to once again experiencing Andrew's incredible abilities as a cock sucker. Andrew had been sucking cock since just after he turned 11, and he loved it. He loved giving his partner pleasure; he loved having a cock in his mouth, whether it was a brother, a friend, or a lover like Nipper. He loved the feel, the hardness, the warmth, the taste, the smell of a cock and, in the end, the texture and taste of cum shooting in his mouth. Nipper was also quite adept, having sucked cock since he was 10, and he loved it like Andrew did. Neither boy was shy about using on each other all they had learned from their older brothers, from other older gay kids, and from their own experimentation. After recovering from their oral sex, Nipper made love to Andrew. Andrew eagerly let Nipper slide into him and Nipper reveled in the feel of his young lover's hot tight ass. The sex was wild, uncontrolled, and hard. Andrew loved a touch of pain in his sex, and Nipper obliged by slapping his ass as he fucked his onboard boyfriend, biting and licking, nibbling at Andrew, until he gave him a hickey on his neck as a reminder of their onboard love. Like Ben and Douglas when they were finished they didn't want to leave the room to eat. They didn't want to break apart. They didn't want to stop holding each other. They didn't want the voyage to end. ***** Before dinner, all members of both families received an invitation to be sure to attend the late night show in the theater. Each of the parents' cabins had a bottle of champagne with the invitation. The invitation said no more, merely to be there. The parents and the boys tried to figure out what the invitation was about, but only Nipper and Andrew knew. The eight boys had dinner together for the last time. Like good teens and pre-teens, they attacked the buffet multiple times. Also, like all good teens and preteens, they became horny. It was time for the second pairings to retire to the cabins for sex. Trevor and Chandler had the Carter cabin. Before dinner the two boys sat out on the teen sun deck recovering from their alcoholic binge. Still a little buzzed at dinner, they had avoided the parents. They both felt a bit hung-over, but they were horny again, and ready to take care of their last time alone . Since Chandler had already fucked Trevor twice that day, they both agreed Chandler would be the bottom. Chandler was finding he enjoyed being a bottom, though not quite as much as Trevor did. They might consider themselves to be two straight boys, at least after they arrived in Port Everglades, but they both enjoyed the pleasures of anal sex. They talked about the three way at the beach, both wishing it had been a four way. The sexy talk got them both hard, and some deep kissing and stroking helped insure they were ready for serious sex. Trevor lubed his dick and Chandler's butt, remembering that even after Chandler had rubbed spit and precum on his dick it still rubbed is butt a little raw. They both liked their sex hard, fast, and deep, and Chandler took it that way, moaning, jerking, having Trev stop to kiss him, and finally shooting his hot cum over his chest and belly just moments before Trevor came in his butt. In the Daniels cabin Greg and Tyler had a different kind of sex. They were both horny, with neither one having cum that day, but they both wanted to make out, to have their sex gentle, to make it last as long as they could. Trevor and Chandler were after instant gratification, two hot, young, horny boys who wanted to satisfy their needs quickly. Greg and Tyler were more willing to explore each other, but their young bodies betrayed them and they both had no touch cums within fifteen minutes of starting their sex play. Their muscles twitched, they fought the inevitable, but nature took over as they both had incredibly intense cums. Like Ben and Douglas earlier, they cuddled side by side as they recharged, kissing, licking, stroking, sucking, until they were once again hard with hormones flowing. They had more control the second round. They wanted to rub dicks, so they could kiss, hug, hold each other tight, feel each other's bodies. They lasted longer, and while their second cum wasn't quite as intense, it seemed to them to be even more satisfying. Nipper and Andrew headed for the arcade. They tried to concentrate on the video games, but ended up having a hard time keeping their hands off each other. They would pet and stroke, sometimes groping each other. They would talk about what they thought was going on in the cabins, and would wonder what Douglas and Ben were doing. They had seen them meet the hairy-chested man from the sauna and Alex and head downstairs. Neither one of them could imagine Ben and Douglas wanting to have sex with the man, but they had both seen the three boys leave with him. They both said they wished they had followed them to see if they'd gone to a cabin. They both wondered if they would find out what was going on. ***** Ben and Douglas met Karl at the pre-arranged time. Alex joined them a few minutes later. He and his parents had eaten in the dining room. They headed to Karl's cabin, which was on deck ten. He had a balcony cabin. The three boys sat on the bed as he grabbed his camera. "You're gonna love these shots. Alex is so beautiful. And those kids having sex came out great. Ben cringed when he heard that. One of those "kids" having sex was his brother. Karl handed Ben the camera. Ben knew digital cameras. His father often used them in his job and had shown Ben the ins and outs of how they worked. "Have you ever used a digital camera?" Karl asked. "Oh yeah. Sure. I know all about them," Ben said. "Then I don't have to show you which buttons to push to view what's in it?" "Nope. I know exactly which buttons to push," Ben said as he fought off a smile. This was going to be easier than he thought. Before he took any action, however, he did want to see the slide show. He, Douglas, and Alex all watched as the pictures of Alex flashed by. Pictures of him dressed, then undressing, then naked, then hard, and finally jerking off. In the last one he was obviously enjoying a dry orgasm. The pictures then went to a couple of the ship from the beach and the platform, and then came the pictures of Trevor, Chandler, and the two girls. While the faces were hard to make out in some of the pictures, in others there was no doubt who the subjects were. Ben was aware that having Trevor's face on the Internet was almost the same as having Andrew's face. In fact, he was surprised Karl hadn't connected Trevor to the boy who had teased him in the sauna. But then, maybe he hadn't had the time yet. In spite of the circumstances, all three of the boys found themselves with boners forming in their shorts. "You like?" Carl asked with an almost evil leer. "I like," Ben said. "Do you want to see them again?" Ben asked Douglas and Alex. "Sure," Douglas said. "But this time I want to hold it and get a closer look." "Okay. Let me reset it," Ben said. Ben took the camera and made some choices. The most important one he made came when he saw the warning on the screen that said, "Answering yes will delete all pictures on cartridge." Ben took a deep breath and pushed yes. The screen went blank. "Oh, oh. I think I did something wrong," Ben said innocently. The screen went blank. "What? What happened?" Karl asked anxiously. "I don't know. It just all went blank. I thought I was resetting it." Karl grabbed the camera, and saw almost immediately that all the data had been lost. "I thought you said you knew what you were doing?" Karl said angrily. Ben stood up. Alex and Douglas followed his lead. The atmosphere was tense, and whatever sexual excitement they had built up had quickly waned. "I did say that," Ben said with equal anger. "I knew exactly what I was doing." "Then how did you manage to...oh!" A light suddenly went on in Karl's head. "You did that on purpose, didn't you?" "Yeah. Alex and my little brother didn't want to entertain your fellow pervs on the Internet." Ben and the other boys were tense and poised to run. They knew there was nothing Karl could do without incriminating himself, but that didn't mean they weren't a little bit frightened. "Your little brother? You mean the kid fucking that girl and getting his ass fucked by his buddy? Yeah, I remember now, he's the cutie who was in the sauna with you." "Not quite. He's that cutie's twin cutie." Suddenly Karl's visage softened. "You're a lucky bastard, too. And don't tell me you don't play around with the two of them, because I'd know you were lying." Ben relaxed some and said, "I do, and that's not a lie. But it doesn't mean I want him spread all over the net, even if he was a little hard to recognize in the pictures. And Alex is our friend and he didn't want to be seen by a bunch of old pervs either." "Tell me you don't look at dirty pictures of boys on the net, because I'd know you'd be lying this time, too." Ben said nothing, but the deep red of his face said it all. "Well, I'm sorry to ruin all your fun. But I hope you understand," Ben said. "Well, I can't say it didn't upset me, but there's always more where they came from. I gotta say, you have two very sexy brothers." "Yeah. But don't you dare think about touching either one of them before we dock." "Don't worry. I've learned my lesson with you. You could've made it worse." "How?" "Brought in security and had my camera taken." "I would have if Alex hadn't said he liked you." "Thanks Alex. Want me to make that up to you?" Alex looked at Karl, and then at Ben. "It's up to you Alex. I don't care. As long as you're cool with it," Ben said. "No pictures," Alex said. "Don't worry, no pictures," Karl said. "Guess we better go then," Douglas said. "You don't want in on the fun?" Karl asked. "Nah. It's not our scene," Ben replied. "Maybe our next cruise," Douglas said with a laugh. As the two teens started out the door Karl stepped in front and stopped them. Oh shit, Douglas thought; we misread him. Here it comes! But Karl's intent was much different than sex. "I'm sorry, and thanks, guys," Karl said sincerely. "I'm sorry to cause you the trouble. I would have deleted them if you'd asked." "Really? I can smell a lie, too," Ben said. "Okay, maybe. But thanks for not taking it farther. I have some other pictures of you guys at the pool and sunning. All G rated. I'd be happy to e-mail them to you. I promise they will never go farther." "It's cool," Douglas said, giving Karl his e-mail address. He didn't know if Karl would stick to his word, but he didn't mind getting the pictures. "Be good to Alex. Don't make him do anything he doesn't want to." "With friends like you to turn to, I doubt I would get away with it. And I'm not like that. I'm just a friendly, dirty old man." Yeah, and I'm Santa Claus, Ben thought. But Alex liked him, and the picture crisis was averted, so Ben figured he'd done what he needed to do. As Ben and Douglas left the cabin, Alex was already stripped down to his underpants. ***** The eight boys danced at the teen dance. With each other, with no pretenses. They danced, they laughed, they snacked, they kissed, they groped. They did it as a group of eight, as the WAVA boys. They danced with their boy friends. They danced with their brothers. They left the teen disco tired, sweaty, and satisfied. It was time to take in the late night show, which started at eleven. The two families had twelve special seats set aside on the center aisle, a few rows back from the stage. The eight boys and four parents chatted, ten of the twelve still wondering what the special invitation was about. Andrew held on to Nipper's hand tightly. The Cruise Director came on stage precisely at eleven and did his combination introduction and comedy routine. He then introduced the ship's stage band, which has spent the week playing jazz, big band, pop music, and show tunes on the big stage and in the Starlite Lounge. After short two jazzy numbers, the band's director said he had a special talent to introduce who would play with the band for their next piece. Rusty Wakefield then asked Greg and Andrew Carter to join them on the stage. Everybody in the two families but Nipper, who had arranged Andrew and Greg's short audition through Connie of the string quartet, who had already passed word on to Rusty about Greg and Andrew, dropped their jaws in surprise. Andrew, blushing and sweating some, went up on the stage. Rusty handed him a clean trumpet, and Andrew sat behind one of the music stands. Greg was given a saxophone by the sax player, Everett. They joined the band in playing "America" from "West Side Story". The song was fast-paced and melodic, with a short trumpet solo line, which Andrew played to perfection. He and Greg had snuck in a couple of practice sessions with Rusty. That and the fact Andrew was a talented trumpet player made for a perfect song. Greg played the supporting saxophone party perfectly. The audience, which had clapped politely when Andrew and Greg were called up (except for the Carter/Daniels families who had cheered and yelled like crazy) went nuts this time. The yells, whistles, and applause made Andrew and Greg blush. He bowed and left the stage, hearing at one point a familiar voice yelling, "That's my twin brother!" After taking the accolades of his family, Andrew left with Nipper and the other boys. None of them really wanted to sit through the entire show. Andrew and Greg thanked Nipper for doing what he did. Nipper reminded them both that if they weren't so good at playing the trumpet and saxophone it never would have happened. Andrew and Nipper, as well as Greg and Tyler, never quit holding hands tightly all the way back to the buffet. By now, none of the eight were afraid to show their affection for each other, and that certainly was the case in the buffet as they enjoyed their last midnight dessert buffet. They held hands, kissed some, and even ate from each other's mouths. They were eight boys in love and in their own worlds. After gorging on sweets, they headed back to the cabins for their last night together. Ben and Douglas slept on the bed of the Carter cabin. Tyler and Greg were on the extra couch bed. In the Daniels cabin, Andrew and Nipper had the bed, and Trevor and Chandler the side bed. The lights went out. The door to the balcony went open. The sound of the sea churning beneath the great ship was the background for the last sex between the four pair of lovers. The noises from the beds were of passion, of love, of sex, of cumming. Nobody wanted to share his boyfriend, and nobody did. They hugged, sucked, licked, bit, moaned, cummed, and fell asleep in the arms of the one they loved. If it was possible for a ship to touch a boy's heaven, then that night the "Golden Princess" had done so. The love flowed out to the stern of the ship with the same force as the ocean. ***** Their suitcases had been packed and taken away the night before. All the boys had kept behind were their backpacks, their toiletries, and a fresh change of underwear. They were now on the stern, having just finished breakfast, their last meal together. They had raided the buffet as they always did, vacuuming it out like the good adolescents they were. They had gone down to the cabin, brushed their teeth, and grabbed their backpacks. The "Golden Princess" was securely tied to the pier at Port Everglades, having arrived around five that morning. "We're golds," Douglas said, "talking about their colors. The colors indicated who got unloaded first. Because they had an eleven o'clock flight out, the Daniels family had an early tag, a gold tag. The Carter family was brown and would be unloaded later to catch their flight back to Virginia. Each of the eight boys swore they weren't going to cry, but even the two studly toughies, Trevor and Chandler, had tears in their eyes. "I'm gonna miss you, Hawke." Chandler gave his friend a big hug. "Don't fuck more girls than I do." "Then you'd better be pretty busy," Trev said, giving his friend's balls a gentle squeeze. "I love you." They didn't kiss. The ship was docked now, so they could no longer be gay. "You're the best, Greg," Tyler said. "I love you." "I love you, too, Tyler. I wish we could stay boyfriends forever." "Me, too." They kissed hard and passionately, not caring who saw. "Nate, I love you so much. You're my boyfriend, and soul mate. You're so much to me now." "I love you, Andy. I love you, love you, love you." They hugged, kissed, got hard, groped, and wished they could drop to the deck and have sex right then. Ben and Douglas kissed on another corner of the deck. It was hard for them to break apart. They both had boyfriends to return to at home, but didn't want what they had to end. The hairy-chested man on the deck above them finished snapping his pictures, smiling to himself. The pictures would never be posted. He was a man of his word. But they would be extra memories for both him and the eight boys who had turned him on so much all week. The boys heard the voice of Larry Daniels, who was bemused by the sight of four young boys crying and kissing on the deck. "It's time for gold to go. Come on, boys." One last embrace. One last hard kiss. The four pair broke apart, fighting back tears. As the Daniels group started to disappear through the door, Trevor ran after Chandler. He grabbed him and kissed him hard on the lips, surprising him. "I'm the Hawke. You're the Falcon. We're always gay for each other. We can't be the only ones not to kiss. I really love you, Falcon!" "I love you, Hawke!" And the calls went out. "I love you, Nate," "I love you, Andy." "I love you, Greg." "I love you, Tyler." "I love you, Ben!" "I love you, Douglas!" The "Golden Princess" was indeed a Love Boat. Even for young boys. Love was built here, and love was hard to tear down. They had each other's e-mail addresses. They didn't plan on losing contact. In fact, in some ways, the six days and seven nights they had together at sea was only the beginning. THE END