Date: Sun, 24 Feb 2013 18:29:42 -0500
From: drmoocow@gmail.com
Subject: Seven Days of Pleasure 11

This story is intended for reading by people who enjoy these stories, and
is legal in your part of the world. You know whether you should be reading
it or not, I'm not here to stop you.

The entire story is fiction, including all characters (though I wish they
were real and I were a fly on the wall). They live in a world where
pregnancy and diseases are not a real worry, but we don't - so be safe!

I love feedback, so if you're inclined, drop me a line at
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my good friends The Rock and Sexy Maiden for proofreading and being my
editor... well, as much as I let them edit, anyways. :D



SEVEN DAYS OF PLEASURE

Chapter 11
Day 6 (Sea Day), morning
(teen, m/m, M/f)



Amy awoke around 10 that morning and stretched, her lithe naked form
clearly outlined under the sheet. She'd managed to kick her duvet off again
- no surprise there, as she did this almost every night at home - and as
such, was somewhat cold, her stiff nipples making this abundantly
clear. Looking over to the other bed, she found it empty, then spotted the
note on the bedside table. Her sister was off to the spa and was expecting
to be gone for two hours, at least. Amy smiled as she thought about the
mischief she could get into with a little privacy.

Slipping out of bed, she padded into the bathroom and sat down for a
pee. When she'd finished, she looked in the mirror as she washed her
hands. Looking back at her she found an attractive young lady with shortish
brown hair, blonde highlights, just how she liked it. Her just-big-enough
tits with their perky little nipples stared at her as she rinsed her hands
off. Below them was her flat tummy, kept that way by running track after
school. She'd have to go for a run today, she thought, because I haven't
gone all week. "All in all, though, you're a pretty hot chick, babe," she
said to her reflection.

She looked down a little further to her shaven public area and noticed a
bit of stubble coming in. "Can't have that," she thought, and picked up her
shaving stuff and took it into the shower with her.

Amy turned on the faucet and waited for the water to warm up. Once she
found the temperature she liked, she sighed happily and poured some shampoo
into her hand. Rubbing it into her hair, the hot water coarsed down her
body, waking her up fully. She closed her eyes as she always did when she
washed her hair, enjoying the scalp massage she was giving herself. She
really did enjoy this part of her morning ritual - it made her feel so calm
as her day started.

After a few minutes of the scalp massage, she rinsed out her hair and moved
on to washing her body. As she rubbed shower gel over her breasts, she
thought about what Jon had told her the previous night, about the plans for
him and Megan to hook up - and with Mark there, too! She really liked Jon -
he had started out the week as a meek little teenage boy, and was
blossoming into a man almost before their eyes. She wondered if anyone else
had noticed the change in him... probably Megan, and maybe Mark, too. Jon
was pretty cute, she had to admit - ok, he had a few extra pounds on him,
but a little bit of meat on the bones made him that much more attractive in
her eyes. She began to daydream about Jon more as she rinced off the shower
gel.

Almost without noticing it, her pussy had become damp, and not only from
the shower. As she thought about Jon naked, she had unconsciously lowered
her hand and rubbed on her clit a little, getting aroused at the thought of
him and Megan fucking. She wished that she'd been invited to watch as well,
but it was probably for the best - it probably wasn't a good idea to have
too big an audience the first time you have sex - performance anxiety and
all. Oh well, she could dream, right?

Snapping out of her trance, she realised what she was doing and
stopped. She lathered up her mons and got to work, carefully shaving her
pubic stubble away, making sure not to touch the sensitive parts with the
razor. When she was satisfied with the job she'd done, she rinsed away the
remainder of the shaving cream and turned off the shower. Stepping out of
the stall, she checked herself out in the mirror again, happy with what she
saw.

As she dried off, she heard a knock at the outside door, followed by
"Housekeeping!" The outer door opened as the room steward entered the room
- her sister must have forgotten to put the "Do Not Disturb" card on the
handle. She was about to call out that she was in there, but something
stopped her... She'd met the room steward a few times throughout the
cruise, and found him somewhat attractive. Stephen was in his early 20s,
from Martinique, and spoke with a delicate French accent. He was rather
fit, too, Amy recalled, having surrepticiously checked out his bum as he
bent to make the bed one day. Perhaps this could turn into something
interesting, she thought.

* * * *

A low buzzing noise came out of the bathroom, rousing Andrew from his
slumber. He spent a minute or two, half-asleep, trying to place the noise,
before giving up and sat up to go investigate. He noticed he was alone in
bed, which was odd - Eric usually slept later than he did - but then, who
else could be in the bathroom?

He got up and his morning wood pointed the way as he crossed the room
towards the bathroom. "Er?" he called softly as he knocked gently. He was
rewarded with the door opening and his lover standing before him with an
electric razor in his hand. "Morning, Er... can I use the can real quick?"

"Sure, bud," he said, stepping out of the way to let Andrew in. Andrew
sighed with relief as he peed, wishing getting in the bathroom were this
easy at home with his sisters. Turning around, he was surprised to see hair
all over the sink. He looked at Eric, who stood there grinning, his cock no
longer surrounded by pubic hair. "Surprise!" he cheered.

"Wow, that looks great... I mean... wow," Andrew said, his cock starting to
stand up on its own again. "It looks so much bigger now."

"Yeah, it's called 'the magic inch' - your dick looks about an inch longer
when there isn't hair to hide the base," Eric informed him. "I was just
about to shave off the stubble - oh, and clean up, of course," he said.

"Hold off on cleaning up, I'm going to do it too," Andrew said, reaching
his hand out asking for the razor. "Actually... would you do it for me,
since you have the razor and all..." Andrew waggled his eyebrow at Eric.

"Thought you'd never ask," Eric replied, getting on his knees.

* * * *

After giving Stephen enough time to get started on tidying the room, Amy
opened the door and stepped into the room, wrapped only in a towel that
showed off just enough skin to show that she wasn't wearing anything under
it.

"Oh, my! Mon Dieu!" Stephen exclaimed as he turned at the noise and saw Amy
standing there. "Miss, I'm so, so sorry, I thought you were out of the
cabin." Stephen blushed and quickly averted his eyes. "I'll leave you alone
right now, please excuse me..."

"Stephen... stop. Just wait a minute," Amy said, trying to calm the poor
young man down. "I knew you were here, I was, umm... kinda waiting for
you."

"Waiting for me? Pourquoi?"

"Because I find you really attractive, and I'd like to do something for
you," she said, untying the towel and letting it fall to the floor. "That
is, if you'll let me."

Stephen stood, carefully not looking at Amy, his mulatto face turning even
redder than it already was. "Miss, I cannot... I am not allowed to..."

"Not allowed to what?" she asked.

He quickly glanced at her, locking eyes with her for an instant, then
looking away again. "Mon Dieu... I did not expect this as I got up this
morning..." he muttered to himself. "Could you cover yourself for a moment,
madamoiselle?" Convinced this wasn't going anywhere, Amy picked up the
towel dejectedly and tied it around herself again.

"Merci. So, let me explain," he started, now looking her in the eye. "I can
lose my job if anyone ever found out that I did something inappropriate
with a guest. I promise, it's not that I don't want to, you are a very
attractive girl, but I fear for my job. I send money home to my mother
every week to support her," he said.

"I can understand that," Amy said. "I apologize for putting you in this
position, Stephen, really I do. But who would know? I'm not going to tell
anyone, and if you don't, then nobody will find out."

Stephen swallowed. "This is true, but... my cart is in the
hallway... someone might notice it in the same place for so long..."

Amy could tell there was an internal battle raging inside her room
steward. She could see his semi-hard cock pushing out the front of his
pants. "What time are you finished for the morning?" she asked.

"I have your cabin and one more to do, then I'm finished," he said.

"Why don't you do the other cabin, drop off your cart and come back here? I
can wait," Amy said, hoping he would agree. She really, really needed to
have an itch scratched.

Stephen looked up and ran his hand through his hair as he considered her
offer. His pants twitched as he turned back to Amy and said, "you promise
you won't tell anyone?"

"I promise - not without your permission, anyway," she gushed, thrilled
that he looked like he was going to go through with it.

"Alright, then... oui, madamoiselle, I will return after I am off for the
morning. Vous etes... you are very beautiful. And very persuasive," he
said.

"I look forward to it," Amy said excitedly. She ran over to him, dropping
the towel again, stood on her toes and kissed him on the
cheek. Simultaneously, she rubbed the front of his pants with her hand,
feeling his cock.

"Eh! I still have one more cabin to clean, and I cannot go out like this!"
he said, smiling. "Soon enough, madamoiselle."

Amy smiled cheekily and let him pass. "I'll be waiting," she said.

* * * *

Eric had been busy with the razor, removing Andrew's pubic hair in large
swaths until his pubic area was reduced to stubble. Several times he'd had
to manhandle Andrew's erection out of the way so he could reach some hair,
and now both boys were rock hard and hairless.

"Let's clean up this hair" - Eric gestured to the sink and floor - "and
then I can finish you off." Eric set to picking up the hair from the floor
with a couple tissues while Andrew did the same with the sink. Once the
bathroom was presentable again, Eric pulled out the shaving cream from the
cabinet. "Stand in the shower, this'll be easier," he said.

Andrew complied, stepping into the stall and leaving the door open. Eric
returned to his knees, and lathered up Andrew's midsection and
balls. Taking the handheld shower off the hook, he turned the water on, as
hot as it went and low pressure. Just enough water dribbled out the end to
support the task at hand.

Using Andrew's cock as a handle, Eric approached carefully with the razor
in his other hand. With each stroke, shaving cream and the remnants of
Andrew's pubes came off only to be rinsed down the drain. Andrew watched
from above as his best friend carefully shaved him smooth as a
baby. "There's something really intimate about doing this," Andrew thought
to himself, feeling closer to any human being than he ever had
before. "This is love."

Once all the hair had been removed from above and around Andrew's rock hard
cock, Eric moved on to his balls. Carefully stretching them down to make
the skin tight, he motioned to Andrew to move his feet apart. "There's only
so much room in here to spread my legs, y'know," Andrew said with a smile.

Eric smiled in return, saying "just trying to make this bit easier... I
mean, you don't want me slipping or anything..."

"No, definitely not," Andrew agreed.

Eric returned to the work at hand, carefully running the razor over his
lover's ballsack until it was as smooth as the day he was born. "One last
little bit, then I'm done," Eric said, as he attacked Andrew's gooch, the
stretch of skin between his balls and his ass. Once that was as smooth as
the rest of his gentlemen bits, Eric adjusted the temperature of the water
and rinsed off the last bits of shaving cream. Before Andrew could move,
Eric all but swallowed his cock, making his knees buckle.

"Ohhh, that's soo good..." Andrew moaned. "I'm so fucking hot, I'm not
going to last..."

Eric sucked madly on Andrew's dick, gently tugging on his baby-smooth
ballsack. With that, Andrew grunted and filled Eric's mouth with blast
after blast of hot cum, which Eric swallowed gladly. When Andrew had
finished shooting, Eric disengaged , looked up at him and smiled. "I think
I enjoyed that as much as you did," he said.

Andrew looked down at his friend with a goofy post-orgasmic smile on his
face. "Give me a minute, then it's my turn."

"Take your time," Eric said. "We've got until twelve thirty."

"What's at twelve thirty?"

"You'll see," Eric smiled enigmatically.

* * * *

Amy was laying on the bed, naked, waiting for Stephen's return. He'd been
gone long enough that she was wondering if he'd changed his mind, when a
quiet knock came at the door, followed by it opening and Stephen quickly
slipping in. He put a package down by the door and turned to look at her.

"You came back," she said as she sat up, smiling.

"How could I not, madamoiselle? Your offer was very... interesting..." he
said, with a big smile on his face. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I've never been more sure of anything," she said. "Now come over here."

Stephen approached the bed and stood before her. This time his eyes did not
look away, rather, they looked down, taking in her naked form. Amy reached
up and started undoing the buttons on his vest, then followed his gaze and
smiled. "Like what you see?"

"Oui, Mon Dieu, oui," he said, his pants starting to bulge again.

She pulled his shirt out of his pants and started on the buttons. Once they
were undone, he shrugged his shirt and vest off and dropped them on the
other bed. She sat back and admired his naked chest. It was defined without
being overly muscular, meaty without being fat, just the way she liked
it. She reached out and ran her hands through the small patch of hair in
the middle of his chest as she leaned forward and kissed his
stomach. Moving her hands to the sides, she felt his quarter-sized nipples
grow hard as she paid attention to them.

She leaned back and took hold of his belt, slowly slipping it out of its
loops so she could undo it. After a brief struggle with it, she finally got
it undone and pulled it all the way off. His pants were next, followed
closely by his boxer shorts as Amy purred. Stephen stood nude in front of
her, his uncircumsized 7" cock proudly standing at attention straight out
from his body. Being half-black, his cock was darker than any Amy had seen
before, which made it all the more exotic and erotic for her.

Her pussy was drenched at the sight of this new wonder, which she quickly
engulfed into her hot mouth, rolling his foreskin back as she took in about
two thirds of his missile. "Ah, it's been so long..." he moaned as he put
his hand on the top of her head. She took this as a sign that he was
enjoying it, and bobbed on his cock, getting it all wet and sloppy.

After a few minutes of this, she laid back down on the bed and encouraged
him to join her. He lay down beside her on the narrow twin bed, their heat
combining into one raging inferno where their bodies touched. The two made
out for several minutes, their tongues dancing between each other's mouths,
hands exploring each other's bodies as the throes of passion carried on.

* * * *

Once Andrew recovered, he switched places with Eric and began to shave the
remained of his friend's pubes off. Eric's hard cock made things difficult,
repeatedly getting in the way as if it were a cat looking for
attention. Eventually, though, Andrew managed to get all of the hair off,
then moved on to Eric's balls. He gently pulled down, to smoothen the skin,
and was about halfway done, when...

"Unghhh..." Eric grunted as he came, his cock twitching violently, sending
cum everywhere - on Andrew's face, in his hair, onto the mirror behind
him. Andrew leaned back in surprise, the razor dropping from his hand into
the shower.

"Dude!" Andrew exclaimed as Eric's orgasm slowed, cum starting to dribble
out of the end of his cock.

"Wow, sorry about that, I didn't feel that even building," Eric said,
looking at his cumsplattered friend. "Wow, you look like a cupcake that
someone's frosted." The two boys stared at each other, then burst into
laughter.

"I'd eat a cupcake with your cum frosting anyday!" Andrew exclaimed.

"That could be arranged!" Eric replied, causing the two of them to roar
even harder.

Once they settled down and Andrew used a facecloth to clear off Eric's
spunk, he went back down into the blast zone to finish shaving Eric's
balls. It was much easier now with Eric's cock now soft and no longer
getting in the way, but by the time Andrew had finished Eric's balls and
gooch, it had plumped up again and was threatening to get completely hard
again.

"As much as I'd love to do a repeat performance, get cleaned up, we have to
go out. Twelve thirty, remember," Eric said, passing all the shaving gear
out to Andrew. "I'll shower first."

* * * *

Amy was practically dripping from excitement as Stephen worked his way down
her body, licking and nibbling various parts of her until he reached her
womanhood. Spreading her legs, his tongue tickled around her pussy without
ever making contact with the most sensitive parts. Amy squirmed and gasped
at the contact, grasping the sheets as her hands involuntarily clenched
into fists.

The teasing continued for what seemed like an eternity - a pleasurable one
- until finally, Stephen's tongue finally made contact with her sopping
pussy. A loud moan escaped from Amy as he buried his face in her, his
tongue touching all the right places. Lapping up her natural juices,
Stephen explored every inch of her gash, eliciting moans and squeaks from
Amy as his reward. Amy gasped as he inserted his tongue into her most
private place, fucking her orally. The other boy she'd been with hadn't
shown much interest in eating pussy, so beyond a pathetic
let's-get-it-over-with attempt, she'd never experienced oral sex, and never
imagined it could be like this.

Suddenly she saw fireworks and the room spun. Amy thrashed around as she
came, and like a trooper Stephen followed her around, never losing
contact. Wave after wave of pleasure flushed through her body as he gladly
lapped at her, drinking her in, enjoying every last bit. He penetrated her
deep with his tongue, prolonging her pleasure. Eventually, her thrashing
stopped and he looked up at her from between her legs. "Très bien?" he
asked.

"Oui, très bien," she panted. "Encore."

* * * *

Andrew had no idea where they were going. Eric had been leading him all
over the ship, from their room to the conference area, then up to the
buffet, down to the giftshop, then up to the hot tub, which was occupied by
a number of older folks. If only they knew what happened here at night,
Andrew thought.

As they re-entered the ship and called the elevator for the fifth time,
Andrew finally cracked. "Ok, really, where are we going? It's almost twelve
thirty."

"Oh, you'll see," Eric said with a mischeivous smile. Andrew rolled his
eyes.

Eventually they made their way to the spa. They waited for a woman a little
older than them settled her bill, and then approached the counter. "Hi,
it's us," Eric said to the receptionist.

Without checking her computer, she said quietly, "follow me, please."

She walked down a hallway and opened the door to a large room with two
massage tables in it. "Ok, Eric, remember. You're not supposed to be here,"
she said. "Be careful."

"I will," Eric said, and passed something to her. Andrew couldn't see what
it was.

"Thanks, sweetie... have fun," she said with a smile. "You too," she looked
at Andrew, closed the door and returned to her desk.

"What was that all about? We're not supposed to be here?" Andrew asked. "I
don't want to get in trouble or anything..."

"Oh, don't worry about it... We're not supposed to be here because we're
not 18, that's all. I slipped her $50 to make the appointment anyways,"
Eric said. "Now, get undressed and lie down."

"What? What are we doing?" Andrew asked.

"Getting a couples massage, silly, what do you think?" Eric gestured to the
beds as he dropped his shirt on the chair. "Now come on, get naked, lie
down, and cover yourself with the towel on the bed."

"Well... ummm... ok."

The two boys undressed completely and lay down, side by side, on the two
beds provided. Not long after they covered up, the door opened slightly and
a voice asked, "are you ready?" Eric called out in the
affirmative. "Good. Alrighty then," the masseur said as he and a partner
entered the room.

The four chatted as the masseurs prepared for the massage. Once they were
ready, conversation ceased as warmed oil was applied to the boys'
backs. Andrew sighed as the man's strong hands worked on his tense
shoulders. "I could really get used to this," Andrew thought.

* * * *

Amy came again like a freight train. Stephen's tongue was like magic in
her, and it brought pleasure that she never wanted to end. After her orgasm
subsided, he slowly climbed her body, kissing and licking as he went. Once
he reached her tits, he paid attention first to her left one, nibbling on
her rock hard nipple, circling the areola with his magic tongue, making her
moan again, then did the same with her right. Back and forth he went until
she was mad with lust, and grabbed his head with both hands. She leaned
forward and kissed him hard on the lips, almost forcing her tongue into his
mouth, then moaned, "Fuck me. Now."

"Oui, madamoiselle."

Stephen manouevered until his rock hard cock was lined up with Amy's
sopping cunt. He gently entered her, feeling her pussy embrace the
intruding member, enveloping him with her warmth and wetness. Inch by inch
he entered her until she had never felt so full. When she wasn't sure she
could take any more of his cock inside her, she felt the tickle provided by
his pubes on her freshly shaven mons, and knew that he was entirely in
her. Slowly - oh, so slowly - he pulled his cock out until just the head
remained in her, then thrust into her again, faster this time. She moaned
again as Stephen gasped, and the two began moving faster, finding a rhythm
that pleased both of them.

They were so engrossed in what they were doing that they didn't hear the
cabin door open. Amy's sister, who had left the spa a few minutes before,
stood at the door gaping at the sight before her. Seeing that they hadn't
heard her entrance, she slowly backed out and quietly closed the
door. "Shit, Amy, you could've left a sock on the door or something..."
Still, she smiled that her sister was getting some, wondered who the guy
was, and wandered off to find something to do.

Oblivious to their visitor, Amy and Stephen continued to fuck, limbs
becoming intertwined, sweat dripping from both of them. Amy came again, her
hot pussy milking his cock, shaking with the feeling of her orgasm. As it
passed, Stephen resumed his thrusting, filling her deep again and
again. Soon, his climax began to build, and he paused. "Madamoiselle..."

"Cum in me. For everything that is holy, cum in me," she panted. Without
another word, Stephen thrust into her three more times, then held still as
she felt him throbbing inside of her, his seed filling her to the point of
boiling over. She came for the fourth time that morning, grasping onto his
shoulders for dear life, and the two of them became one as they shared
their climax.

Spent, the two collapsed onto the bed together, his cock still filling her,
until he began to soften. With an audible pop, he pulled out of her, and
laid beside her on the bed. They both stared at the ceiling as they tried
to catch their breath.

"That... was awesome," Amy gasped.

"vous étiez magnifique," Stephen whispered, turning his head towards her
and gently planting a kiss on her cheek. She turned and kissed him again,
smiled, and sighed.

"You were magnificent yourself, mister."

After a few minutes of quiet cuddling, he whispered to her that he needed
to shower and get going before someone caught him. Amy nodded as she
watched him get up and head towards the bathroom, admiring his ass as he
quietly padded across the cabin.

She had started to doze off by the time he emerged from the bathroom,
freshly showered. She awakened as he kissed her again, and whispered "Merci
for a great morning, madamoiselle."

"I'd say the pleasure was all mine, but I think we shared that," she said
sleepily. "I should shower too, I'll all sticky and it's all your fault,"
she said with a smile, emphasizing the last three words by gently poking
him in the chest. "And I loved every second of it. I'll be back in a few
minutes."

With that, she swung her legs out of bed and stumbled into the
bathroom. Checking herself in the mirror again, she was greeted by a very
happy, very satisfied looking young woman. Smiling at herself, she turned
and entered the shower, washing away the evidence that she and Stephen had
been together.

Midway through her shower, she heard the bathroom door open. Stephen called
in to her, "Madamoiselle... I must go... I do not wish my supervisor to
catch me in the hallways after my shift has ended."

She turned off the shower and opened the door. Beckoning him in, she gave
him one last kiss before he left. "Thank you, Stephen, I really needed
that... Maybe we can meet up again before the cruise ends?"

He smiled. "Perhaps," and with that he was gone.

After she dried off and exited the bathroom, she saw that the cabin had
been made up and that the sheets were changed on her bed. Sneaky man, she
thought, he thought of everything.

Then she noticed something on her pillow. Crossing the cabin to
investigate, she found he had left a heart-shaped chocolate for her.

* * * *

Andrew and Eric were laying on their backs nearing the end of their
massage. Andrew was a little mortified, as his cock was standing straight
up and making an obvious bulge under his towel, but he looked over and saw
Eric in the same state, and calmed down. The massuers, professionals as
they were, made no sign that they noticed.

He was entirely relaxed and rather mellow, truth be told. He'd never had a
massage before, and having spent the last hour and a half being rubbed all
over by a hot man with oil - well, there were worse ways to spend an hour
and a half.

"Alright, sirs, you're just about done... We'll let you get dressed, then
after a few minutes will return," Andrew's masseur said.

"Sounds good," Eric replied, opening his eyes. "Thank you very much, that
was great."

"Yeah, that was awesome, thanks," Andrew added.

The two men left, leaving the two boys alone. "So, did you have a good
time?" asked Eric.

"You have no idea," Andrew said, "But I have no idea how I'm going to pay
for this."

"Psssh, it's my gift to you, don't worry about it," Eric said. "You can't
be expected to pay for something you didn't know was going to happen,
anyway. But I want to, so just leave it at that."

"Well... ok, but..."

Eric glared at him.

"Fine, you win. I'll pay you back some other way that doesn't involve
money," Andrew said, reaching over and tweaking Eric's cock, still standing
up under the towel.

"Ok, I'll accept that," Eric said with a grin. "Let's get dressed."

The boys dressed and had just sat down when one of the masseurs came back
in. "Thanks again, that was great," said Andrew.

"You're very welcome, sirs. If you'll follow me, I'll take you back out to
reception so you can enjoy the rest of your day."

As they walked back into the reception area, Andrew spotted his mother
coming into the spa. When she saw him emerging, she cocked her head to the
side and gave him a questioning look.

"Uh, hi, mom," Andrew stammered as Eric snickered and went over to the desk
to settle their bill. He sighed to himself. Steeling up his courage, he
said, "Mom, can we have a talk for a minute?"



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