Date: Wed, 7 Jul 2010 23:03:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mikey O. <m18silver@yahoo.com>
Subject: Escape

Although my characters may or may not use protection while having sex, you
always should!

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Chapter 1

"Come on man, hurry up before someone catches us!" Andrew headed his
companions worry and picked up his pace. Their footsteps echoed in the vast
cargo hold against the cold metal flooring. "Here it is, I knew it was
docked around here."


"I can't believe your family has their own hover-drone, Damien." Andrew
looked at the shiny - and expensive - piece of equipment. It was a mixture
of red and black, and although Andrew's personal knowledge of sports
vehicles was limited, he could tell it was one hot ride.

"Yeah, my father's like totally in love with these things. He's got three
others docked here somewhere else. I've got the keys to this one - let's
get in, but don't you scuff it up!" The bigger boy pulled himself in
through the unsealed door and waited for Andrew to follow him. He locked
the door and spread himself out in the *captains* chair. Andrew fit his
frail self into the front passenger seat. "It's a beauty, isn't she? I'm
hoping my old man lets me have it once I get my license in a month."

"Oh yeah! I forgot you turn 18 soon!" Andrew looked over at his companion
and blushed slightly. He and Damien were classmates together back on Mars,
but they spent almost no time together. Damien was about six months older
then Andrew - not that long of a difference, but physically, Damien was
much farther developed. He had a strong, deep-colored goatee, and his
muscles filled out his clothing quite well. Years of football practice had
obviously paid off. As Damien stretched further it, putting his arms up in
the air, Andrew couldn't help but notice the strong scent and presence of
underarm hair.

Andrew had his own fluff, but Damien's just seemed to be more... adult
like.

"Eighteen man! I'm going to be a fucking man." He broke out laughing and
adjusted his shorts. "Well don't get me wrong man, I'm a man already - ya
know," he winked, "where it counts." Andrew blushed further. "Damn that was
a fun birthday - my fourteenth. Sally Stowsky, if you remember her -
transferred to South America around that time - gave me a great birthday
present." Damien smiled back at the memories and kept his eyes closed,
trying to picture the day he first got his cock sucked."

Andrew couldn't help but notice the growing bulge in his companion's
pants. It grew second-by- second like a pulse. Andrew felt his mouth go dry
and, just for a second, he felt the urge to reach out....

To touch...

"Dude..." Damien's eyes were opened and his lips were arranged into a hardy
grin. "Those rumors, ya know, they're true right?" Andrew hesitated for a
moment, and then pulled back into the seat.

"What rumors?" His voice cracked slightly.

"Ya know... about you and Tom Brandley behind the bleachers Sophomore
year?"

"Oh... no. No seriously, not true. Tom's just an ass."

Damien seemed to stare for a whole minute down at Andrew without exhaling,
before punching Andrew in the shoulder. "Yeah. Tom is an ass. Shame
though... I could really use some good lips right now." At that he grabbed
his package tightly, giving it a good tug. Andrew was speechless, and kept
his eyes moving from Damien's face to his member. The lighting from the
control panels filled the cockpit with a light glow and - for some reason -
Andrew decided to abandon his inhibition. His was, after all, on vacation.

Damien sat back and put his arms behind his head, ready for the eventual
release. At first Andrew only used his hands to massage his partner outside
his shorts. But the slight purr from Damien encouraged him to go further
and, as if he had done it every day of his life, Andrew unzipped Damien's
pants and pulled out his cock. A small drop of pre-cum slid down the shaft,
glistening in the dim light. His first reaction was a shock on how warm the
cock actually was. It seemed to resonate heat. He pumped it a few times
before lowering his head to get a closer look. He turned his head to look
up at Damien's face, only to find his lips in a grin and his eyes
closed. Andrew sighed and took the pulsing tool into his mouth.

He bobbed his head up and down, getting use to the taste and smell. The
saltiness from the pre-cum was actually a good balance against the slight
off-taste of the cock. Andrew slid his tongue up and down the shaft and
swirled it around the plump head. He licked the cock-slit, savoring the
taste of his companion's nectar.  "Fuck yeah man," Damien spoke up, his
breathing slowed. "Yeah, suck it...yeah..."

He wasn't trying to be vulgar - he was simply speaking form instinct. Soon
he was raising his ass of the seat and trying to shove more of his cock
down Andrew's throat. As he got more and more down the younger boys mouth
he grew bolder and louder with his statements. "Yeah fuck it man! Take this
jock- cock. God you should have been doing this a long time ago man!"
Andrew tried to smile as he continued to blow his high school classmate. He
found himself gagging every few bobs but tried to work through it - he was
enjoying himself. He soon found himself bouncing his whole body as he tried
to suck faster and harder.

"That's right baby-girl. Suck daddy's cock." Damien laughed at his comment
and opened his eyes for the first time since the action had begun. He
looked down at his brunette servicer and smiled. He was really enjoying the
suck - even if it was from a sissy-boy. He soon felt that familiar feeling
and, feeling generous, decided to give his companion some warning. "I'm
gonna cum soon bitch!" He didn't mean to add 'bitch' to his moan but he
couldn't help it. Andrew winced slightly but continued to suck harder and
faster. He could taste the pre-cum, he wanted to try the full
meal. Suddenly Damien stood up - although humped over since the vehicle
wasn't big enough for a man to stand up in, and pulled himself over Andrew,
face-fucking him. He ran his fingers through the boy's soft hair and for a
second, forgot that his servicer, for the first time, had a cock of his
own. "Yeah! Yeah! Suck it bitch. Suck it bitch!" He lost the ability to
speak and gasped for air as he erupted into Andrew's mouth.

The taste of hot, molten cum filled Andrew, and he quickly tried to swallow
as much as possible Despite his efforts, a good amount flowed from his lips
and covered his face - and he was sure - his clothing. He breathed heavily
through his nose as he continued to nurse the cock in his mouth - feeling a
rush, a high even that he had never felt before. Damien, who had regained
the ability to speak again, began panting: "Yeah.....yeah......yeah". A
moment passed and Damien pulled his spent cock out of Andrew's mouth. He
didn't tuck it into his shorts at first, and instead stared into the eyes
of the boy who had just given him much-needed pleasure. He thought to
himself about the boy's fine, soft features and bright blue eyes; how they
were clear and deep, and how his hair was disheveled in the cutest way. He
leaned in close, and smiled at Andrew's seeming paralysis. He got closer,
and closer, and without another moment's hesitation he planted his lips
against Andrew's and forced his tongue in. Andrew sat there wide eyed as
his mouth tangled together with his classmates. Too early for Andrew,
Damien pulled away and licked his lips. "So that's what my spunk tastes
like, huh." The jock plopped himself back down on his *captain's* chair and
pulled his shorts up and zipped them shut.

The two sat in silence for over a minute.

"Look Andrew," Damien smiled as he turned to face the still-quiet
youth. "That was hot, you suck major cock man. But dude... ya know," his
voice grew serious, "this stays between you and me, or I kick your ass when
we get back to Mars Colony. He opened the hatch and pulled himself
out. Andrew followed him moments later, stunned. The feelings of excitement
and eroticism had faded. They were being replaced by a feeling of
remorse... of shame. He couldn't look Damien in the face. "I'll leave first
- just in case anyone is roaming the hallway. Wait a minute then you book
it too, alright?" And with that, Damien made a jog towards the exit.

As Andrew stood there in the dark, now-empty hanger, the feelings of shame
and regret grew stronger. He couldn't help but lick his lips - not because
he was aroused but because they were dry - and no matter how many times he
ran his tender tongue across his swollen lips, he couldn't stop but pick up
the hint of Damien. The salty, manly taste the boy had produced from his
cock had, somehow, stained his lips, his tongue, maybe more...

He somehow managed to count to a hundred in his head - and he soon began
making his own way through the dimly lit dock. It took him longer than he
thought it would to reach the exit - he slowly pushed open the door slowly
and peeked out to make sure it was safe. Despite being crammed with
passengers the cargo cruiser seemed dead at lights-out. Andrew moved
quickly through the corridors and found himself slightly lost. When he and
Damien had first made their way to the hanger it was practically a
different ship. The heavy lights were on, the corridors were crammed with
parents and children - there was noise. But now it felt like Andrew was the
only one on the ship, the only one alive.

He pushed himself around a bend and came to a sudden stop, and then fell to
the floor. He had hit something - someone. "Hey!" grunted a man in uniform
who had stumbled backwards after the collision. "Hey. What are you doing
out of quarters?" The man was no older then 25, and was obviously on night
watch.

Andrew picked himself up and adjusted his eyes to the uniformed man's
flashlight. "Sorry. I was just going for a walk... I'm sorry I forgot about
the curfew on the lower decks."

"It's alright kid," the man spoke softly, a bit of a yawn following every
other word. "We always run into a few stragglers every night on the lower
decks. Always trying to get to one of the clubs on the Promenade." Andrew
cocked his head slightly - he though the promenade section shut down after
0100 just like the rest of the ship. The man obviously picked up on his
confusion and filled him in.

"Everything on the promenade shuts down except for the three
nightclubs. They run to about 0500.

That's when everything gets interesting," he grinned and leaned against the
wall. "Everyone stumbles out drunk with whoever they've hooked up with for
the night and make their way down here.

Essentially, I become a massive cock-block - breaking up all the 'happy
happy' if you get what I mean."

He laughed slightly, and so did Andrew. The conversation was awkward, but
bearable.

"I bet you know what I mean, guessing from the stains on your shirt, boy."
Andrew quickly looked down at his shirt and gasped as he saw the dim white
cum stains that almost completely covered his collar. He looked like a
sloppy whore. The man moved closer, a gleam in his eye, and reached out,
grabbing Andrew's cock through his pants. "I don't become a cock block for
about another two hours....

That gives us plenty of time... if ya want..."

Andrew couldn't breathe while the man was grabbing his junk. A small
electrical current was buzzing through his entire body. Just as he was
about to pass out from lack of oxygen, the entire deck lit up and a loud,
buzzing klaxon filled the air. "All crewmen to your stations, all
passengers to your assigned quarters, please."

The man pushed Andrew aside and broke into a run down the hall. Andrew
hesitated for a moment before doing the same thing in the opposite
direction.


Hey guys this is just a start of something I hope to continue. It will
contain more sex, but I want to make su re that it also has a story that
goes with it! Please let me know what you think @ m18silver@yahoo.com