Date: Tue, 3 Jan 2012 17:30:03 -0800 (PST) From: Jon D Subject: After the Kiss - 11 (Revised) Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and as such is a product of my imagination, not real life. It will include descriptions of sexual situations between young friends, but no real boy's were involved. If material of this kind offends you or you are not age eighteen or older, then please stop reading Nifty and find some other site. All others please enjoy! You are welcome to send comments or story ideas to Playbuddy123@yahoo.com After the Kiss Chapter 11 The bed creaked as Hunter crawled over Devon and dropped onto his hands and knees on the floor. Spreading his legs, he reached back, and explored his crack. Feeling the squishy mess Devon had just left there. Hunter reached for his underpants and wiped himself. "Ick," he said, making a face. By this time Devon was leaning over the edge of the bed looking for his own underwear. "I need a shower," Hunter sighed. He walked to the closet to toss his cum-stained undies into the laundry basket. "Yeah, I think I need one, too," Devon said, wiping his crotch. Hunter padded across the room, his balls swayed gently from side to side. He unlocked the door and peeked down the hall. "Just one light on in the living room," he whispered. "TV is off, Mom and Dad are in their room." Devon had walked to the closet, dumped his dirty clothes in the basket and had come up behind Hunter. "Come on, let's go," Hunter said softly, hurrying down the hall and straight into the guest bathroom. Devon was just a few steps behind. There were some giggles as the boys enjoyed the naughty feeling of trotting down the hall naked. When they reached the bathroom door, Devon stopped. He put his hands on his head and did a swishy little dance swinging his dick from side to side making Hunter laugh. As Hunter reached for towels from the linen cupboard he only gave a brief thought to what they were doing. After all, he'd showered with Devon a bunch of times at the pool, so as far as he was concerned this wasn't a big deal. The space age shower had all the latest features. Devon only had to push a button to turn on the water and then dialed in the temperature he wanted on a wall-mounted digital control. The walk-in space was built into a corner of the bathroom and was shaped like a hexagon. The walls were formed out of panels of clear glass except for the back which was covered with ceramic tile. The water came from several overhead showerheads that sprinkled the occupant like a soft spring rain. "This is so cool." Devon smiled as he stepped inside. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back. The warm water trickled down his face and body. He seemed to be enjoying the novelty of the thing. Hunter was next in and handed Devon a bar of soap. He took one for himself and they started to wash. Hunter did his underarms first, then moved to his arms and then his chest. Devon started with his legs. As Hunter watched Devon soap himself he thought about how natural it was to be there with him. He wasn't the least bit embarrassed. A couple of minutes passed and Hunter couldn't resist the urge to touch Devon. Soaping his hand, he gently placed it on Devon's shoulder. Devon looked back and gave him a tender look. Hunter grinned and started to wash him. Hunter did both of Devon's shoulders and then moved down his back. He loved the feel of Devon's soft skin and the way his hand slid over his back. He especially liked the feel of Devon's butt cheek when he got down there. Pausing, Hunter rubbed Devon's ass a second time. That got Devon's attention, he stopped washing. He gave Hunter a curious look but didn't say anything. Hunter grew bolder. He continued on, carefully washing both of Devon's ass cheeks, even slipping his hand up and down his crack. Hunter brushed against Devon's hole but then moved on. When Hunter had finished, Devon turned around. Hunter grinned and reached for Devon's dick. Devon followed suit. With soapy, slippery hands they gently tugged on each other's boyhood. Both things were limp, their balls hung low in their sacks. It seemed the boy's dicks were exhausted. After having just cum a few minutes before, Hunter knew nothing more was likely to happen. Even so, he couldn't resist pushing his crotch forward as Devon's wet hand pulled on his shaft. Devon must have had the same urge because he too pushed forward. "You're getting hard," Hunter said with a hint of a smile. "Yeah, your hand feels really nice," Devon chuckled. With a grin, Devon moved a hand up to Hunter's tummy. He gave it a soft rub. He used the other to play with Hunter's nuts. "Now you're the one getting hard." Devon giggled. They played a minute longer. "Turn around," Devon whispered. Hunter turned and faced the back wall of the shower. Devon took his turn and washed Hunter's shoulders, arms, legs, and finally his back. Then Devon did his butt. Devon was more curious when it came to the tiny spot between Hunter's cheeks than Hunter had been with him. Hunter felt the tip of Devon's finger as it explored the tight ring and then stopped right on top of it. Devon stepped closer. Hunter turned to look back. Devon's hand hadn't moved, it was still on his ass. As the boy's eyes met, Devon teasingly rubbed his finger around the edge of the opening. Hunter thought Devon seemed to be asking, "Do you want me to?" As Hunter stood there with Devon's finger pressing against his butt hole, he couldn't decide what he should do. Devon made the decision for him. Devon eased his finger back, soaped it a little more and once again slipped it between Hunter's cheeks. With painstaking slowness, millimeter by slow millimeter Devon pushed his finger forward. At first the barrier didn't budge but then Hunter felt the tip of Devon's finger slide through the clenching ring and into his passage. "It's going in," Hunter thought as suddenly all of his attention was drawn to his butt. Hunter decided that it didn't seem all that uncomfortable. As he thought more, he decided that in fact, Devon's finger was starting to give him some really sexy feelings. Hunter's dick grew hard. Hunter found himself spreading his feet apart as Devon probed deeper. Hunter looked back at Devon again. He sensed that Devon was now almost all the way inside. He turned back toward the wall and closed his eyes. Then Devon eased the last of it in, the palm of his hand coming to rest flat against Hunter's ass cheek. His middle finger snug in the warm sheath of Hunter's butt. "Oooh," Hunter moaned softly. "You okay?" Devon whispered. Hunter managed a tiny nod. Devon pulled back a bit, turned his finger in a cork screw motion and pushed deeper. Hunter rose up on tip toes as Devon explored his most intimate place. A flash of pleasure surged through him. "There," Hunter groaned. "Oh, fuck, right there." Devon held his finger against the spot. Apparently wanting to go deeper, he then pulled back and pushed it forward in a fucking motion. Hunter rested his arm on the wall, and hid his face. He pushed his ass back toward the boy that was messing with him. He felt embarrassment. "What am I doing?" he thought as Devon continued his play. "I'm letting him do things to my butt!" Hunter was about to scold himself for not resisting more when Devon's finger once again slipped deep into his rectum. He shuddered and softly whimpered. "Oh God, that feels so fucking good." Hunter's legs grew weak. Devon leaned close and Hunter felt soft lips kiss his neck. Devon nibbled him here and there, still using his finger to reach deep inside. Hunter wrapped his hand around his cock. "I hope he doesn't stop," Hunter thought. He groaned, and started to stroke. * * * * Hunter knew he was acting like a love struck girl, but he couldn't take his eyes off Devon as they both toweled themselves dry after their shower. He was smiling from ear to ear. He knew it was because of the almost once in a lifetime cum that he'd had while jerking himself with Devon's finger up his rear end. "I've never done it twice in a row," Hunter giggled, "first in the bedroom and now here." "Yeah, the head of my dick is getting a little sore," Devon chuckled, looking down at himself. "Can you still taste my cum?" Hunter stuck out his tongue showing a small streak of sperm. "Yeah," he laughed, "Want some?" Devon shook his head `no'. "Thanks anyway," he laughed. "I think I'm ready for bed," Devon sighed, "I'm wiped out." "Yeah, me, too," Hunter agreed. Hunter wiped his face one last time. "Did I get it all?" he asked. After Hunter had squirted against the shower wall, the boys had gotten out. Hunter had happily gotten on his knees to give Devon his turn. At the end, Devon had given Hunter a mouthful and then pulled his dick out to smear the last of his stuff on Hunter's face. "No, you didn't get it all." Devon teased. "I got a lot more where that came from! But you'll have to wait until tomorrow to get it!" He laughed. With a playfully surprised look, Hunter girly smacked Devon's arm. Hunter headed for the door, and as he did Devon got even by giving him a swat on his bare ass. Hunter looked over his shoulder, smiled, and stuck out his tongue. * * * * After breakfast the next morning the boys were told to put swim suits, towels, and anything else they might want into a pack for a trip to the beach. Back in their room Devon asked, "Where are we going?" he stuffed a spare shirt on top of Hunter's in the duffel. "Why don't we just go out the front door? There's plenty of beach right there." "Don't know." Hunter shrugged. "Maybe we're going snorkeling again." Devon grinned. The boys didn't have too long to wait for an answer to Devon's question. About twenty minutes later the cab Mr. Thompson had hailed pulled up to a pier. "Now what?" Hunter asked his dad as they got out and retrieved their things from the trunk. Mr. Thompson put his arm around Hunter and walked him toward the end of the pier, Devon right along side. Mr. Thompson looked past Hunter to Devon. "I don't think I've ever asked. How are you at sailing?" "Sailing?" Devon didn't have a clue. There wasn't much sailing in the frozen north. As they got closer to the end of the pier, Hunter spied a small boat with an outboard. It bobbed up and down with each wave. A crewman had a grip on the pier keeping the boat safely away from the heavy wooden pilings. "Good morning, Signor!" "Morning, Javier, all set?" "Si, Si, ready when you are, Signor." Mr. Thompson stepped down into the craft and then offered his hand to his wife as she carefully got on board. The boys scrambled down without any trouble. Javier gathered the gear and stowed it. Devon looked around, trying to figure out where they were headed and what Hunter's dad had meant by his question. About ten minutes later he found out. The small craft cleared the cove and rounded the promontory. There, just off shore, sat a gorgeous catamaran sailboat. The two hulled beauty was about forty five feet long and rode gently on the calm sea. "We're going on that?" Hunter gushed, pointing at the craft. "For the whole day," his mother smiled. Devon was stunned. * * * * The rope stairs were a bit of a challenge for Mrs. Thompson, but the boys thought they were kind of fun. It didn't take long and everyone was on board the "Island Girl." Hunter's enthusiasm was obvious. "No running around," his father warned as the boys were about to explore. Devon got a disappointed look on his face. "Don't worry, everything will be fine. Manuel will show the boys around, sir," Javier smiled. Just then a boy about Hunter and Devon's age appeared from below deck. Hunter definitely liked what he saw. The lad stood about five feet four, looked to be about 130 pounds, and was just starting to show a little definition in his arms. Hunter guessed that might be because of the work of raising sail and the other chores on board. The boy's dark curly hair was a bit unkempt, but his shirt and shorts looked clean. The kid's smile was drop dead gorgeous. Hunter felt a stir and reached down to adjust his shorts. "Manuel, this is Master Hunter, and this is Master Devon," Javier said gently. "Show them around." "Si, uncle," the boy made a motion and Hunter and Devon quickly followed him. The space below deck was generous with what appeared to be a sleeping cabin forward, one aft, and a third to the port side. The remaining space held a galley area, and some comfortable furniture. A padded bench ran along one side of the galley and Manuel explained it could be made into a bunk when not needed as part of the dining area. "This is the head," Manuel chuckled, opening a door to a very small space. The toilet was crammed in so tightly it made both boys nervous wondering how they could even use the thing. "You'll have to watch your aim," Manuel joked, pointing to the hole. As the guys got back on deck Hunter was surprised to see one more crew member. A somewhat older teen boy, perhaps sixteen, was busily pulling on a line and preparing to get underway. "That's my cousin Raphael," Manuel explained. The older boy grinned, but didn't stray from his work. Hunter and Devon found places up forward as the crew prepared to leave the mooring. The anchor was hauled in, the sail was raised, and Javier took the helm. Before long the sails were trimmed and the craft was gliding quietly over the sea. * * * * "This is awesome!" Devon smiled as he lay back and adjusted his sunglasses. "How come we get all this to ourselves?" he looked at the expanse of deck. "Dad said he rented the whole thing. He didn't want to have to share it with anyone." Hunter chuckled. "Well, I hope your dad doesn't run out of money before we get home." Devon grinned. The morning practically flew by. Javier offered both Hunter and Devon a chance at the helm and Manuel showed the boys how to trim sails. As noon approached Raphael took the helm as Javier went below decks to prepare lunch. The Thompson's gathered around the teak dining table and took their time enjoying the meal. "So when can we swim?" Hunter mumbled, his mouth full of bread. "In an hour or two," his dad offered as he reached for some juice. "We should be past the reef before long and then we'll make for the cove." "After a nice swim we're going to have a lobster boil on the beach," Mrs. Thompson winked. The boys grinned. * * * * Hunter loved the way the day was turning out. The boat had pulled into the small cove without any trouble. There were perhaps a half dozen other sailboats, but there was nothing else except palm trees and white sand. The boys went below and changed. They were soon diving off the side of the boat. They were anchored just inside the reef. The cat had a shallow draft and didn't need as much depth under her keel as one might think. Javier provided goggles, swim fins, and snorkels. Mrs. Thompson added the restriction that the boys had to wear swim vests. Still, it allowed Hunter to enjoy looking at the hundreds of brightly colored fish that hugged the reef. As the afternoon wore on, Hunter and Devon found themselves getting more and more tired. "I'm pooped," Devon groaned as he climbed up a rope ladder hanging off the stern. "Me, too," Hunter sighed. The boys pulled off their swim vests and dropped them on deck. Hunter's swim suit was hanging low on his hips. "You planning on being a plumber?" Devon teased. Hunter gave him a puzzled look. Devon nodded at Hunter's ass. Hunter glanced back and saw his crack and quickly pulled up his drawers. "Wise guy," Hunter grumped. Javier was bringing supplies up on deck and Raphael was loading them into the dingy. "We're going ashore to start getting ready for supper." Mrs. Thompson smiled and handed Mr. Thompson a cloth bag filled with food. "We'll send the boat back for you," she said as she took her husband's hand to steady herself as she climbed down to the smaller boat. Being so close to shore Javier used a paddle and not the outboard to head toward the beach. Hunter grabbed a towel. "Let's wash off and change." Devon filled a small bucket from the fresh water tap and motioned for Hunter to stand near the stern. Without warning, he quickly dumped the whole thing over Hunter's head. Hunter danced, yipping, "It's cold! It's cold!" Devon laughed, but soon the tables were turned and it was Hunter that was dumping the bucket. Devon wasn't laughing any more. Shivering, the boys scooted below decks, leaving wet footprints to show their path. The guys grabbed their pack off the bench and ducked into one of the cabins. Both fumbled with the strings on their suits and soon had them down around their feet. "My turn for the towel," Devon's teeth chattered, apparently still feeling the effects of the cold rinse water. Hunter finished toweling himself and handed it over. "Where's my underwear?" Hunter was searching through the pack. "How should I know?" "Crap," Hunter paused, trying to remember where he might have put them. "Just go commando," Devon snickered. "Yeah, and show my stuff to my mom?" Devon chuckled. "Like she hasn't seen it, right?" "I think they must be up top in the other bag." Devon nodded. Hunter pulled on his cutoffs and hurried on deck. Not long after he was coming back down the stairs, tighty whities in hand. Devon was pulling on his T shirt as he stepped out of the cabin. Hunter popped the button on his shorts and pushed them down. "Right here?" Devon laughed as Hunter stripped off his pants in the galley area. "Nobody around," he shrugged. As Hunter leaned against the dining table to steady himself he lifted a leg and started to pull on his underpants. "Nobody around huh?" Devon got a devilish look. "You horny? Wanna do something?" Hunter paused, one leg in his underwear. He looked up the companionway stairs. "We wouldn't have much time," he worried. "They'll be sending the boat back for us pretty soon." "Come on, just a quick blowjob," Devon begged. Hunter thought for a couple of seconds, smiled, and then let his underpants drop to the deck. "Okay, but I get to go first this time." Devon didn't argue. He got down on all fours and crawled closer to Hunter. Then he put his hands on Hunter's legs as he got up on his knees. Hunter stroked himself. The cold water had left things kinda shrunken and small down there. "Lick it," he whispered and waved the tiny thing at Devon. Devon used his tongue on the head and then gave it a tug. Before long the thing was perking up. "Okay, now suck it." Devon had barely closed his lips around Hunter's shaft when the door to the head opened and out stepped Manuel. Hunter's hands were on Devon's head and he'd made the first thrust with his now hardening penis when Manuel emerged. Hunter froze, his cock deep in Devon's mouth. Devon must have heard the door latch because a second later he suddenly pulled back. There was a sloppy slurping sound as Hunter's cock was abruptly pulled out of his mouth. All three boys stared, looks passing between Hunter and Manuel and then between Manuel and Devon. "Sorry," Manuel blurted and quickly scooted up the companionway stairs. Hunter looked down at Devon who had a frightened expression on his face. "We have to stop him before he tells!" Hunter grunted and reached for his underwear. Devon was already dressed, so he led the chase. * * * * Hunter emerged from below decks barely five minutes after Devon had taken off after Manuel. He found Devon aft. Manuel was engaged in a rapid-fire exchange of Spanish with his cousin Raphael. "I couldn't catch him," Devon sighed. "They've been talking like that for a couple of minutes." "You think Manuel told him?" Devon groaned, "I learned a few words of Spanish back where I used to live. Yeah, Manuel definitely told him." A moment later the animated conversation came to an end. "Here it comes," Devon groaned. Hunter panicked. "Wait, I can explain," Hunter stuttered. He was hoping to avoid disaster, but knew full well he probably couldn't. Manuel and Raphael exchanged a dubious look. "Forget it Hunter, we're totally fucked," Devon sighed. There was another quick exchange in Spanish. Manuel seemed to be agreeing with his cousin. "What did they say?" Hunter finally asked, acknowledging defeat. "Something about this being funny, and I think one of them used the word `cute'." By the sound of Devon's voice, he didn't seem too sure he'd gotten it right. Raphael chuckled, "Yeah, I told Manuel this is funny." "Well, I don't think it's very funny," Hunter grumped. Raphael smiled, "Stop worrying. No one's going to tell on you." Hunter gave him a wary look. "My cousin Manuel understands that there are some things our uncle doesn't need to know." Raphael smiled. "Trust me, this wouldn't be the first time we shared a secret." Hunter finally relaxed. "Perhaps we could strike a bargain. We'll help you by forgetting about what Manual saw below. And, ah, perhaps you'd be willing to help us." Raphael's right hand brushed against the front of his cutoffs. Hunter's uneasiness returned. He gave Devon a worried look. "When you guys were talking, did you say something about us being cute?" Devon asked. Manuel nodded, then got an embarrassed look. "I told Raphael that I thought you looked cute when you were on your knees in front of him." He glanced toward Hunter. More looks went back and forth. "Help you out huh?" Devon asked softly. "I don't think we should," Hunter whined. He put a finger to his mouth and nervously bit his fingernail. "They could get us into a lot of trouble," Devon whispered. "But I don't think they will if we go along. Besides, it might be kind of fun trying it with someone else." Hunter shot Devon a scathing look. "Well, you know what I mean," Devon said hurriedly. There was a long pause while the idea simmered. Then Raphael popped the top button of his shorts and pulled down his zipper. He reached inside and maneuvered his cock into view. Despite himself, Hunter had to admit the seven inches of teen dick that flopped out was gorgeous. "The words, "he's hung," flashed through Hunter's mind. "Shit," Devon whispered, clearly in awe of the thing. "My cousin has many girl friends," Manuel chuckled. Hunter saw the look on Devon's face. It started out as surprise and quickly turned to eagerness. "No," Hunter warned. Devon glanced at the teen's crotch one more time. "I'm gonna do it," he said with a growing smile. Raphael looked pleased. "I'm not as big as my cousin," Manuel seemed embarrassed to admit. "But, that will just make it easier," he smiled. "Want to see?" He didn't wait for Hunter's answer; he unzipped and pulled it out. Hunter looked at the younger boy's dick. The thing was nicely shaped, uncut, and had a soft fluff of hair around the base. Hunter thought it looked very cute. He imagined what it might feel like in his mouth. Raphael tucked himself back inside his pants. "The foreword cabin has plenty of room," he grinned. He and Devon exchanged a final look and then he scooted past on his way below. Devon didn't need any further encouragement. Glancing over his shoulder at Hunter, he asked, "You coming?" Hunter looked back at Manuel who seemed almost as nervous about this as Hunter. "This would only be my second time," the boy whispered. Hunter's mouth felt dry and the words kind of squeaked out. "Will you do me if I do you?" He blushed. Manual smiled and happily agreed. * * * * As Hunter made his way down the companionway stairs he wondered what he and Devon had gotten themselves into. "Not a good idea," he thought, "not good at all." When he reached the bottom he was surprised to see Devon and Raphael already at it. The cushion had been pulled off the bench by the dining table and Devon was using it to kneel on. Raphael was stroking himself and the seven incher had grown about an inch longer. The biggest change Hunter noted, was that it was bigger around and was now standing tight against the boy's belly. "Ready?" Raphael asked. Devon gave Hunter a playful look and then opened his mouth. Hunter felt his own dick stir at the sight of the older teen's penis now in full glory. Devon stuck out his tongue and Raphael rested his knob on the end of it. Devon closed his lips and the game was on. A moment later, Hunter felt a tug on his arm. Manuel pulled him into position next to Devon and started to get ready. Devon scooted over so Hunter had more room. As Hunter got to his knees he heard a gulp and a muffled choking sound. He knew Devon would have some work to do if he was going to take all of the older boy's dick. He glanced over and saw Raphael firmly holding the thing with about a third of it in Devon's mouth. Manual hurriedly pushed his shorts to the floor. The younger boy's cock was fully hard. He wiggled it up and down. "Ready?" Hunter looked up into Manual's smiling and eager face. "Okay, here it comes." Hunter opened up, but did so reluctantly. Manuel took Hunter by the head and pushed the thing into his mouth. "Fuck," the boy moaned softly and slowly thrust his hips forward. * * * * Less than five minutes had gone by, and neither Raphael or Manuel were anywhere close to being finished. They were both now busily fucking in and out of Devon and Hunter's mouths and clearly enjoying themselves. Suddenly, there was a solid clunk against the side of the boat. All the boys instantly stopped what they were doing and listened. A moment later there was a second clunk. "Raphael?" Javier called out. "Come help tie up the dingy!" "Crap," Raphael moaned, his wet cock still deep in Devon's mouth. "The boat is back for us." Raphael gently pulled his dick out. "Sorry," he whispered and tucked himself back into his pants. Devon looked disappointed. Manuel pulled his cock out as well. Hunter swallowed a load of spit and then wiped his lips with the back of his hand. Raphael looked down at Devon and winked. "Don't worry, I know of a place on the Island we could go after supper, if you're still hungry!" Raphael groped himself. "With my parents right there?" Hunter's voice cracked. Devon giggled. "That will make it even more fun." Hunter gave Devon another girly slap. Raphael and Manuel exchanged a playful look as they buttoned up their pants. "Fun, huh?" Raphael joked and hurried to the stairs. Manuel laughed. "Yeah, but next time I hope we get to finish," he turned to Hunter and grinned. The boys ran up the stairs to help their uncle. Devon stood and Hunter joined him. "So?" Devon smiled, "Are we gonna get together with them after supper?" Hunter gave Devon a stern look. "If we get caught, I'm telling Dad it was all your idea!" Hunter sighed. * * * * Hope you liked the chapter. Write me at playbuddy123@yahoo.com with suggestions or comments. Thanks, Jon.