Date: Thu, 08 May 2014 21:13:58 -0400
From: Nicholas Nicholby <nicholas6996@hotmail.com>
Subject: Cruisin part 11 - Adult Youth

Cruisin' 11

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Cruisin' 11


We didn't end up in our skivvies in the disco, well I mean we did end up in
the disco.

No, I mean we did end up in our civvies.

That's not right either, I actually mean we did end up in our civvies, in
the disco, but without our skivvies.

It was somewhat of a whirlwind in the cabin, but a daring sexy foxiness had
taken hold of Nils and his clothing choices and a wordless dare had me
playing right along.

First he quickly shed his uniform and hung it up creased perfectly and
stowed to regulation in a fraction of the time he had just jumped out of it
and dumped it before. Standing there in just bikini style skivvies and
anklets he was a vision of long legs, gorgeous face and hair; creditable 6
pack and shoulders. The V of his abdomen seemed this time to spring up and
out from his legs sculpting his pubic bones and lifting his precious
boyhood in presentation. Turning to his bunk he reached underneath and
pulled out the backpack we had crammed there so many, yet actually so few,
days ago. Rummaging briefly he pulled out what appeared to be black jeans
and a brilliant red shirt.

Turning back to me he grinned, "I packed these hoping to have a chance to
wear them, knowing I probably wouldn't. Mum and Da don't even know I have
them and they'd skin me if they knew I ever wore something like this. Wait
'til you see my club clothes. Help me put them on, they are kind of
tricky."

Tossing them at his pillow he turned his back to me and hooked both thumbs
in the waist band of his skivvies. Slowly he pushed them down, turning left
then right ever so slightly as they dropped. Never bending a knee he more
or less pushed his shining bum up and into the air as the bikinis were
dragged toward the floor.

I've seen a few Vargas girls in magazines and as as he slipped one foot out
of the underwear and then stretched his feet apart with the other foot
still captured in cloth I knew exactly the fascination with some of those
poses. Wow, I wondered if there was a boy version of those paintings. The
raw sexiness of the pose had me boned harder than I think I'd ever
been. Looking back over his shoulder he gave me a look and slightly wiggled
his hips and moved one foot.  Suddenly his rosebud was winking at
me. Slightly darker than the surrounding globes, a hint of moistness in its
tightly pursed lips. There was just a trace of what might have been
bruising around the edges, but the bump between his hanging balls and his
rosebud was bright white against the rouge of those lips.

Dissolving into giggles he was all young boy again collapsing on the bed,
with "Caught ya' looking!"

After everything we'd shared up to that point why I did I'll never know,
but I flashed scarlet with embarrassment.

Flipping over he reached for the black jeans and stretching out his legs
towards me he said, "Okay, down boy, help me with these so we can go
dancing!"

Again, I'd seen pictures, but I'd never seen anything like this in real
life. The jeans were so skinny they were practically smaller than his
legs. Easing his socked feet through the bottom of the pants leg was only
slightly easier than guiding his toes down through the correct path of the
legs. These jeans were barely held together by the double stitched side
seam and inseams. There were so many slashes and holes and downright rips
and missing pieces that his legs could have come out any of a dozen places
in either the front or the back. Once on he stood to pull up the one inch
zipper and close the glinting stainless button I could see how ripped, how
tight and how low cut these pants really were.

Laughing at the astonishment on my face he whispered, "Wait!"

Grabbing the shirt he almost tossed it in the air and I watched as it slid
down over his upraised arms and settled on his shoulders. Completely open
at the sides, barely covering the tops of his shoulders this shirt stopped
a good inch above his navel. There was a small rhinestone anime type rabbit
head and the brand Amis sparkling above his heart against the brilliant
shimmering red of the material.

Placing a finger to his lips he shushed me and then Vogued through a series
of poses. The shirt and ripped jeans were incredibly artfully designed. I
knew he had no skivvies on yet never once did you see any naughty bits.
The effect was one of pure sex. Taken as a whole the outfit and wearer
screamed both Rape Me and Don't Touch Me I Am a God at the same time.

I took the middle ground: after all I couldn't rape him as he was my
wondrous fuck buddy; as he was my little brother I couldn't worship him
either. So I dropped to my knees in front of him and heedless of the tiny
zipper and glinting button I yanked down the waist band of the pants and
engulfed his already rigid pleasure pole.  I sucked and lapped and laved
and bathed and slurped and gurgled and spun him around and round my tongue.

He moaned and groaned and hummed and grunted and cried out in his ecstasy
as I not so much teased, but forced his orgasm up from his balls and into
his prick. He grabbed either side of my head and ground my face into his
pelvis as his small balls emptied their tiny droplets in my mouth. As he
fell back and away from me I guided him onto the bed as I continued
swirling my tongue, now not on his cock, but covered in his joy goo, around
and around my mouth. Never was there a sweeter taste than a boy done in
heat.

Never was there a sweeter sight than bare midriff to mid thigh with the
center point, albeit retracted but pointed none the less, shimmering with
the combined spunk and spit of a fantastical blow job.

The rim of his blonde head dazzling with the sweat of exertion and his
checks rosy with the "I've just had incredible sex" bloom, Nils leaned
forward and kissed me, stood up while pulling up his pants and held out his
hands to lift me from the bed. "Take me dancing," he whispered as he fell
against me in an embrace.

I wiggled out of his embrace and my uniform and grabbed my jeans and a
t-shirt from the dresser. Starting to pull on my pants Nils clucked his
tongue and waggled his finger in a universal no no no gesture. Blushing
again, I pulled off my underwear and then pulled on my pants.  Nils grinned
and actually patted my crotch smiling and saying "Good boy."

The chaos of the public companionway on the entertainment deck was striking
in comparison to the almost sepulchral companionway in Officers Country.
The lighting seemed more garish, the paint colors certainly more vibrant
and the sound was positively deafening.  People were jostling each other in
good natured banter coming and going from the casino, the disco, the
theater, the jazz club and the other lounges.  Nils was definitely a small
sensation. People turned and looked and giggled into one another's
ears. Most were smiling and friendly, a few had some non approving scowls,
but Nils seemed unaffected. Keeping hold of my hand he was intent on
getting to the dance floor as soon as possible.

Stopped at the entry to the disco we were tagged with red wrist bands to
indicate our underage status, as if you couldn't tell from looking. The
bouncer, if you could call him that, was big and burly, but greeted us by
name although I don't think I'd ever seen him before.

Funny, he reached clear around Nils from both sides to put my wrist band on
me and I watched as Nils backed into him and ever so slightly wiggled his
butt against the big man's crotch thrusting against him in time to the
pounding bass beat from inside. Laughing as one hand finished banding me
and the other hand slipped up and under that oh so red oh so short shirt he
whispered something into and then I swear I saw him lick Nils' ear and then
playfully shove him into me.

Nils laughed a ripple of pure joy and putting one arm around me looked back
and said, "Don't worry, I'll protect him."

Turning to me he told me, "He said be careful, someone would steal you and
to have fun out there." Then he leaned in and kissed me on the cheek.

The next couple of hours or so are just a blur of flashing color, pulsing
sound and driving footsteps.  Nils was obviously in heaven. He could dance
too! Wow, people moved away a little to give him room but that wasn't
enough.  He'd see someone whose dancing he liked and almost skid across the
floor and silently partner with them for a bit. He'd move in and out both
being separate from the crowd and being one with it. More than once I saw
him rubbing or being rubbed by one sex or the other. He'd always rotate
round to dance with me again and each time find some excuse to rub himself
against me, he was always as hard as steel.

Once I lost him for long enough to almost panic.  I couldn't see that red
shirt anywhere on the dance floor. Just as I was about to go crackers, I
see him dancing over toward me followed closely by the bouncer who seemed
to be dragging someone behind him. "Here you go, keep him a little closer
will ya? Now you mister need to go sober up somewhere," the bouncer said to
me and to the person he was obviously showing out the door.

Just then a slower song came up and Nils melted into me. I could feel his
nail poking me in the leg and feel the sweat his shirt had soaked up from
his exertions. I just held him and we danced real slow and dreamy like. His
face reached up to me and his hand pulled me down and he breathed into my
ear, "Take me home now please?"

"Home", what a funny concept to label barely 64 square feet of steel and
plastic which was our cabin.  I knew what he meant though, and that home
was where I thought we both should be right now.  I turned him toward the
entrance and we slowly glided on our way. As we passed the threshold Nils
stopped me and went to the bouncer and pulled him down into a hug. I
watched the man's face soften as he hugged Nils back. I saw Nils reach up
and take one of the bouncer's hands and bring it back to his own glistening
stomach and slightly guide it up under that red shirt again. Then Nils
leaned up to whisper in his ear and simultaneously push that hand down his
stomach and somehow under the waist band of those incredibly tight torn up
jeans. It wasn't more than a seconds grope, but Nils moaned into the man's
ear and then licked it as he pulled the hand back out of his pants.

"Thanx for rescuing me," he smiled to the bouncer as he turned and grabbed
my hand. We began our mad dash back through the companionways and
stairwells until we were back inside our cabin leaning against the door and
panting, laughing and sighing all at once.

Nils first reached for my shirt and pulled it over my head. Then he knelt
before me and undid the button and zipper of my jeans. Pulling them down he
leaned forward and gave a small kiss to my already rigid stalk. "Good boy,"
he whispered to it. Slipping my pants down he pulled first one and then the
other shoe and sock off and slipped my pants over my bare feet. Standing
again he looked me in the eye and said, "Undress me, make sweet love to me,
I want to remember our last night forever."

I hugged him to me and caressed his blonde hair, down his cheek and turned
his lips up to mine and kissed him. Kissed him gently, then passionately
allowing my tongue and his to tangle together inside each of us, inside
both of us. My hands were roaming under his tiny shirt, it was like I
couldn't touch him enough. I briefly wondered if the bouncer had felt the
same electricity from this boy that I did.  For his sake I hoped he had.

My fingers slipped under the waist band of the jeans that were almost not
really there. I caressed and then cupped the globes of his perfect ass.  I
pulled and ground Nils' pelvis against my leg.  My spike was trying to find
a home within his belly button. He groaned and melted to me.

I moved my fingertips to his hips and pried his pants away and down his
sweat slicked body. His cock had been hard all evening and the dancing and
rubbing had left its tip shiny with moisture and red with pent up
craving. I could tell he wanted to grind it into me, but I pushed him
slightly away and knelt to pull off his shoes and pants. I blew a stream of
air and his cock head jumped and wiggled as it tried to follow the cool
wind back to the warmth of my mouth. I held him steady just inches from his
desire. He groaned and put his head down on my shoulder, "Take me to bed;
take me to heaven," he sighed.

I stood and held him to me. I held his head against my shoulder and rolled
us into the bunk. With him on top I once more held those slender hips and
pulled him up to me. We were now cock to cock and his toes were grabbing my
shins and pulling us together as if he would meld his cock and balls into
mine. I ground his butt cheeks, opened my legs a bit and rocked him on the
fulcrum of our inflexible spikes.

"Oh God," he exhaled.

"Oh yeah," I groaned back into his hair.

We floated like that for interminable minutes, chest to chest, thigh to
thigh, crotch to crotch, balls to balls and rigid dick to rigid dick.
Turgid I'm sure my old English teacher would have called it, wonder what
the Swedish was for this?

Nils needed no words in either language now.  He fished around under the
pillow and came up with the tube of lube.  Squirting some in his hand he
lifted up and reached between us to grab my boner.  I moaned to feel him
slowly spread the cold and slippery goo around the shaft and then across
the head mixing with my own hotter flow.  He twisted his hand and squeezed
so tight I don't know if he thought of breaking off my sex, I just moaned
more to feel the pressure.  Then sitting up a bit he flipped his hand from
between us to beneath him and began to guide my slippery knob between his
cheeks and up against his entrance.  Holding rigid and still he began to
bend his knees and lower himself upon my pole.

God what heat, what tightness, what excruciatingly slow progress.  I wanted
to just ram myself up against the upper bunk, to punch my flaming cock into
his hole, to instantly feel my balls slap up against his ass with his balls
crushed against my pubic bush.

I breathed and moaned and forced myself to wait.  He was in control,
despite the general perception of dominance and submission in this case the
bottom was physically on the top and he was totally in command.

His head arched back and I could almost feel him growl as his legs
continued their inexorable descent.  Just as he came close to sitting on my
thighs, my spike completely up inside him he wiggled right then left and
suddenly his feet were no longer against my knees but now up near my ears.
He sat back completely and I don't know how but another inch or two I
didn't know I had shuddered up into the furnace of his insides.

His head back he managed to bounce once, twice, three times on my stone
hard cock.  Then growling loader than ever his mouth opened and his cock
erupted spraying semen, sperm and whatever else it could muster up across
my stomach, chest and even in my face.

I was immobilized but not unmoving.  Nailed down as it were like a spike
held fast by a board.  Perhaps a very thin board holding just near the
point of the nail's penetration while the nail found itself vibrating and
pulsing up above that anchor point held tightly but not static.  His
roiling orgasmic shudders were buffeting the head of my dick like the
onslaught of a hurricane. Massive pulses of heaving muscle, breaking waves
of hot boybutt syrup, crushing clenching and clamping of ejaculatory tubing
and boiling blood bound within the confines where his outer sex organs
connected to those deep within his body threatened to pull me completely
inside his orgasm.

I felt it then.  First at the head of my cock, then deep within that space
inside us between pubic bone and tail bone. Then within the totality of my
being.  Eyes clamped shut, vision exploded into flashing colors and
patterns of light. Pain receptors neutralized every nerve ending screamed
joy at coursing endorphins.  Brain wanting feelings to last forever, the
mind signaled that the inevitable was imminent.  Butt muscles clenching
instinctively forced my hips a little wider apart, my cock a little higher
on its apex.  Floodgates opening in millisecond bursts my own sexual elixir
was pumped up and into the shivering interior of Nils' body.

His eyes flying open at the sudden thrust of my already lodged spike, he
growled again and now rode my bucking hips as my pelvic bone smashed into
his perineum threatening to crush his balls that had pulled so close as to
be almost back inside their fetal home.

Proving the absolute resiliency of youth.  He threw back his head and
almost howled the anal orgasm consuming him at the insistence of my
throbbing pole and red hot juices.

We spent the rest of the night in alternating slumber and frenzy.  Seemed
every time one of us awoke the other felt it and we'd couple again waist to
waist or lips to hips. Finally the alarm buzzed on our watches to tell us
the final watch of our duty was about to begin.  Fast showers and fast
stuffing of suitcase and backpack made short work of the time and the
detritus of a week living together.

Placing the bags in the corridor for the porters we headed toward the watch
room.  It was a morning much like usual except it seemed that every one of
the officers was around and wanted to shake Nils' hand or pat him on the
head or generally wish him luck.  The Captain was already on the bridge
with the Harbor Pilot and nodded his appreciation of the silently refilled
coffee mugs and small tray of danish.

We puttered around the bridge, fascinated by the Captain and Pilot working
together.  The Captain was of course in absolute control, but the Pilot was
in Command.  Subtle distinction, but from my father's life I knew a legally
critical difference.  The tugs moved us about at the Pilot's command until
time to tie up at the dock, then the Captain stepped in and literally out
on the flying bridge platform.  With a specialized joystick type device he
controlled the side thrusters and the ship eased her way against the
dock. As the ship's whistle blared seemingly a hundred ropes were tossed to
longshoremen who then made her fast to the bollards on the pier.  A
gangplank ran out from the after holds and I could see the XO cross and
personally inspect each of the hawsers that had been pulled across and
around the bollards. With a salute up to the Captain still on the flying
bridge he signaled all secure and the Captain spoke into his radio advising
the ships crew and the hotel crew to begin the disembarkation.

With a command to the Third Officer he turned to us and said, " Right
seamen, let's see to our passengers and then to our incoming medical and
cleaning crew."  Turning he strode towards the elevator and entered,
obviously waiting for one of us to operate it.  I nudged Nil's and he
quickly stepped up and performed the maneuvers to take us below.

There were actually several gangways swung between us and the docks and
people from different cabin classes were exiting on several levels.  We
were at the VIP level and the Cruise Director was bidding people from the
grand staterooms goodbye.  We stopped a little behind the Captain as he
joined in pleasantries with passengers and the Cruise Director.  Finally
most of the crowd had thinned and before us and across the way were Nils'
parents. The Captain strode across and first saluting Nils' father he
turned and took Nils' Mothers hand.

"Thank you for joining us," he said in perfect Swedish.  Now extending his
hand to Nils' Father he continued, still in Swedish, "And Sir Arnoldson, I
am pleased to return to you your son.  He has been an exemplary seaman and
I hope to serve with him again in the future."

Nils knew to walk across and stand now with his parents.  Nils' Father
turned to Nils and with a gesture indicated that he step into a slight and
somewhat awkward hug.  Then he steered him at his Mother and Nils almost
disappeared in her embrace.

"Captain, thank you and your crew for looking after him for us.  I am proud
that he did you good service.  I believe Seaman Gunderson took the most of
the burden of his care and I would like to offer this to him, not as a
reward, but as sincere thanks for his guidance and companionship."  He
handed the Captain an envelope concluding, "It would probably be best if he
gave this to the Chief Bursar for safeguarding.

Turing to me he said in English, "Thank you Erik, I hope we will meet
again.  You are always welcome at our homes should you have shore leave.
Nils will, I am sure, let you know where we might be and where such safe
haven may be gained."

Turning to leave the family stepped towards the gangway, but just before
stepping on it Nils turned and saluted the Captain, "Permission to go
ashore sir?"

Maybe a bit surprised, but totally on cue the Captain saluted back with,
"Well done lad, permission granted. Oh, and keep those uniforms, we don't
want you being tempted into another Line's colors!"

Nils blushing slightly and his parents laughing they crossed over the
gangway and just before disappearing into the terminal Nils turned and gave
me a wave.

The Captain watching me feebly try and wave back reached out and placed his
arm around me pulling me into a fatherly embrace like I hadn't felt in many
weeks. "Now Erik, I think you better get this to the Chief Bursar, oh, did
you know that Sir Arnoldson is the largest stockholder in the Cruise Line
and Chairman of the Board of Directors?  No, well no matter, as your father
and I expected, you did your absolute best and it was impeccable service."

I blushed again, I wondered what he might think if he knew what we had been
doing together in our cabin.

"Frankly," he squeezed my shoulder again and continued, "I'm looking
forward to winning a few more of the bets at the pool side and to a little
more sleep and perhaps a little less noise in the companionways at night."

Oh GOD!  he did know!

I took the letter and sprinted away towards the Bursar's office blushing
sixteen shades of red.

My head reeling I staggered outside the Bursar's Office and took a quick
gulp of the shoreside air on the Port Promenade.  I was now a part owner of
the Line.  Sir Arnoldson's letter had contained a simple thank you and a an
electronic stock confirmation for 10,000 shares of the Company in my name.
OMG!  10,000 shares!  Of course the Bursar had explained to me that there
were well over 200 million shares in existence, but still, 10,000 THOUSAND
SHARES!

I was still in shock and leaning against the railing looking down at the
bee hive of activity on the dock.  Watching a group of people in blue
pajama like garb and another group seemingly decked out in germ warfare
gear I realized the ship was being invaded by the medicos and the cleanup
people.  I figured I better report to the bridge to see what my assignments
might be during our brief docking.  As I turned and stepped into the shadow
of the stateroom balconies above I heard a short hiss and then, "Hey
sailor, going my way?"

"Don!"  I practically screamed and jumped into the arms of my official
roommate and co-cabin boy.  "Wait 'til I tell you what's been happening!"
and we clasped hands and stormed our way between decks to Officer's Country
and our sweet cabin home.

I don't think the Captain got his hoped for quiet, although he never
complained.


Amazing dancing by Justin Beer of HustleKidz, Netherlands
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mBZAFJ-Q6Mw

Club clothes and ripped jeans
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