Date: Tue, 10 Jan 2006 06:15:49 +0000
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Six Days Seven Nights - Chapter 9

One more port of call and then the boys start heading back for home. What
kind of erotic fun will they find on this tropical island? <Douglas>

Six Days Seven Nights
by Douglas DD
Chapter 9
"St.Thomas"

As usual, Douglas was up early. The "Golden Princess" was already easing
itself up to the dock in Charlotte Amalie, the capital of St. Thomas, one
of the U.S. Virgin Islands. All of the boys had read The Cay by Theodore
Taylor. Old Timothy, one of the two characters in the book, had come from
Charlotte Amalie, and there was a brief scene in the book where Timothy
flashes back to his days as a young man. The city had changed a lot since
then, but the boys were still excited to be there.

Three ships were docked at the pier end to end to end to end. The one
directly behind them was the Disney ship, which had followed them from
St. Maarten.

Once again, shopping was at the top of the lists for the moms, as well as
riding the tram to the top of the mountain overlooking the island. Both
families planned on going to Megan's Bay in the afternoon. After breakfast
he moms took a taxi bus to downtown while the boys hung around the ship.

The Morning

"Are you sorry you did it?" Trev asked Chandler as they sat down and
started gulping the food on their trays. This was their second run through
the buffet.

"Did it? You mean IT? Like in last night?"

"Yeah."

Adam and Nipper sat next to them, catching the tail end of the
conversation.

"IT?" Nipper asked. "You mean Chandler lost his cherry?"

Chandler blushed.

"Cool. Now you can do everything with us when we get back."

"Maybe," Chandler said.

"On no," Trev said. "You're doing it all. For your Hawke. That way we're
gay boyfriends together."

"You guys are gay?" Andrew asked.

"Only with each other," Trevor said. "We've given up girls for the
trip. Falcon and I are gay for the next three days."

"Cool. You gonna mess around with us?"

"At the party we will for sure." Trevor said.

"Did you wish Douglas happy birthday?" Nipper asked.

"No. You said to keep it secret until dinner. And Ben said he'd kill me if
we didn't. And he would, too."

"Cool. He's going to think nobody knows, and then he's going to be
surprised. I mean I told him happy birthday, but I'm his brother."

The boys headed back to their cabins to brush their teeth. The Collins
cabin was being cleaned by the steward, who gave the boys a friendly smile,
wishing once again he was 12 and having the fun these boys were obviously
having.

Greg, Tyler, Nipper, and Andrew had noted that there were going to be dance
lessons at ten.  They were teaching some Latin dances for the deck party
that was taking place that night. All four of them were interested in
learning the steps and doing a little bit of dancing before having their
cabin party.

The steel drum band that often played at poolside during the day was warmed
up and ready to go. There were some assistant cruise directors there to
teach the steps. All four boys became adept at the dances. The cruise
director told them they were good, and perhaps they might like to show off
what they learned when the band started playing for the deck parties. She
told them there would be face painting for the kids' party and they were
welcome to have their faces painted and to go to either party.

"Oh, we have our own party," Andrew said.

"That's nice. I hope you have fun."

The boys listened to the band and kept working on their steps.

They noticed the blond boy who had worn the kilt at the formal dinner was
also working on dancing. They also noticed he'd sometimes talk with a man
who had a hairy chest wearing a Hawaiian shirt. They remarked that he
wasn't the man they'd seen him with at the dinner.

Trevor and Chandler headed for the sports deck to play basketball. They
soon were part of a hard fought 4 on 4 battle with two men in their
twenties, a six foot five16-year-old who played basketball at his school
and looked incredibly sexy with his shirt off, a 17-year-old, and two
middle aged men, one with a bit of a gut, and one in incredibly good
shape. The game went on for almost an hour until the two young men had to
leave to get ready for their tour, and the teens left for lunch. Trevor and
Chandler left soon after to get lunch themselves. Since they were going to
the beach right after they ate, they saw no reason to shower.

Ben and Douglas spent their time out on the balcony. They had their clothes
off and were making out, leaning against the railing.

"Do we want to before the beach sex?" Ben asked.

"I think we do."

"Then I guess we better do it."

They did it on the deck. Douglas had already put the DO NOT DISTURB sign on
the cabin door so the steward wouldn't accidentally stumble in on
them. Douglas didn't know how much the steward was wishing he could stumble
in on them. The sex was hard and good, with Douglas topping Ben on the
balcony, and both of them having incredibly good orgasms.

Out on deck, Nipper left Andrew for awhile. He told his friend he'd be
right back, but he didn't say where he was going. Nipper returned twenty
minutes later, saying nothing about where he'd gone.

Afterwards Douglas and Ben headed up to the sports deck and did some
running. Ben needed to get his miles in and Douglas liked to stay in
shape. On the way they saw the four boys doing their dance lessons at the
poolside stage, and as they started running, they saw Chandler and Trevor
playing basketball. Everyone was busy.

After running, the sweaty boys headed for lunch where they joined the other
six sweaty boys at the buffet.

Megan's Bay

Everyone wolfed down their lunch, got their already packed backpacks and
went to their rendezvous point. When the two families were together, they
checked out of the ship and caught the taxi bus to the beach. The taxi bus
had no windows and was open all the way around except for the windshield...
It had bench seats across the width of the bus.

The big thing all the boys noticed was something Douglas had read about the
day before in the "Princess Patter."  Traffic on St. Thomas traveled on the
left side of the road instead of the right. It was the only U.S. territory
to do so. St. Thomas had once been a Danish colony. At that time, the Danes
drove on the left side of the road so that was how it was done on
St. Thomas. When the United States took over, the traffic pattern was
flipped so it would match the United States, with driving taking place on
the right. However, the animals that freely walked on the edges of the
street couldn't adjust to the change and were often hit by cars.  So
traffic was moved back to the left side, where it remains today. The other
thing they noticed was the number of beautiful and luxurious yachts in the
harbor. Charlotte Amalie was indeed a tourist mecca.

The eight boys crowded onto the last bench, each quietly feeling up his
onboard "boyfriend", or in the case of Tyler and Nipper, who positioned
themselves perfectly, by both their real boyfriends and their onboard
ones. Tyler was fondling both Nipper and Greg, while Nipper was fondling
Tyler and Andrew. To their left were Ben and Douglas and to their right
were Chandler and Trevor. Chandler and Trevor were doing more than mere
fondling; they had their hands buried deep into each other's shorts,
feeling each other up skin to skin.

When the bus got to the top of a steep climb it stopped in a turnout. The
tourists opened the side doors and climbed out. Cameras appeared
everywhere. The view was spectacular. Douglas had read that Megan's Bay had
been rated as one of the top ten beaches in the world. What the boys saw
was an enclosed cove of incredibly blue water and white sand, surrounded by
lush green hills. Beyond the cove was the Caribbean.

After pictures were taken, they all piled back into the taxi-bus. The bus
twisted down the mountain past expensive homes, and others not so
expensive, until it turned into the parking lot for the beach. Everybody
scrambled out and soon were in the changing room putting on their
speedos. They couldn't help but admire the naked bodies that were being
shown off to each other. They all noticed the deepening tans on each of the
other boys.

The parents rented some chairs and they set up a family area. The boys were
somewhat disappointed that there was no surf. The cove was like a giant
saltwater swimming pool, but once they went in they found out how great the
water was. It was warm and salty, easy to swim and float in. The most
amazing thing was the fish. The water was so clear they could see the
bottom, and could see beautiful tropical fish swim by, some in schools and
some individually.

The boys were in and out of the water, swimming and sunbathing.  At one
point Nipper and Andrew were tanning on a beach lounger when the figure of
a boy caught their attention. They could tell it was a boy from the
distance, but they couldn't tell what he looked like. He was walking up the
beach towards them. Nipper and Andrew looked at each other and hopped off
their loungers. They strolled down to the water and started walking through
it, about knee deep, as was the boy approaching them.

Andrew and Nipper could see right away that the boy was cute. No, not just
cute. He was beautiful. Sun bleached blond hair, a rich tan, well-built,
with a gorgeous face, bright blue eyes, and even white teeth. He looked to
be between 10 and 12 and flashed both boys a smile as he saw them walking
up to him.

"Hi," he said, his treble voice almost songlike.

For a moment Andrew and Nipper were speechless. They both had found
themselves with an instant crush on the boy. There weren't very many
children on the beach. It seemed to be pretty much populated by adults on
this beautiful, sunny, 90 degree day. Finally, Andrew said, "Hey. I'm
Andrew. This is my boyfriend, Nathan."

Nathan raised his eyebrows when Andrew said the word boyfriend. But then he
remembered the dance on the first night and the DJ's speech. They would
never see this boy again so why not be honest.

"Did you say friend, or boyfriend?" the boy asked, somewhat surprised.

"He said boyfriend," Nipper said, grabbing hold of Andrew's hand.

"Cool. My name is Logan."

"Hi, Logan," Andrew said. "Where are you from?"

Logan told them he was from Edmonton, Alberta, and that he was eleven and a
half.

Nipper and Andrew told him where they were from. The three of them were
slowly wading deeper into the water until they were up to their armpits,
wading, standing, dog paddling, and talking.

"Are you guys gay?" Logan finally asked, even though he knew what the
answer was.

"Yeah," they replied together

"How did you guys get to be boyfriends?"

They told about meeting at the hotel and falling almost instantly in love.

"Do you guys do it?" Logan asked.

"You mean have sex?" Andrew replied

"Well, of course," Nipper said with a grin.

"Wow," he said wide eyed.

"Haven't you ever done anything?" Nipper asked.

"Just, you know, jerked off."

"With your friends?"

Logan blushed. "A couple of times. With my friend Justin."

"Did you ever touch his?" Andrew was playing the inquisitor.

"No. And he didn't touch mine," he added as if anticipating the next
question.

"Do you want to know what it feels like?" All three boys could feel their
stomachs tingle, their breaths shorten, and their swimsuits tent out in the
warm, tropical water.

Logan gave the two boys a heart melting smile. "Sure."

"Problem is," Nipper said, "there's no place to do it."

"Up the beach a ways, it's all jungle like. I bet we can sneak someplace
there," Logan said.

"You sound like you've been here before."

"No, but I walked up there earlier." Logan was on the Disney ship, but
while he was having fun, he was now wishing he was on the "Golden
Princess".

The three boys got out of the water and walked along the beach, Nipper and
Andrew hand in hand, not caring who saw what they were doing.

Trevor, Chandler, Greg, and Tyler noticed them walking off.

"Did you see that boy?" Trev asked. "He was fucking hot!"

"Since when did you check out boys?" Greg asked.

"Since I met the Falcon and became his gay boyfriend. I'll be back to
normal when we get home."

"I sure hope not," Greg said, a comment that earned him a good dunking from
Trev.

"I bet they're going to have sex. I wish we could follow them."

"Me too," Chandler said.

"Let's watch them carefully and see where they go," Trev said.

Nipper, Andrew, and Logan ducked into the bushes as they got to the lesser
populated end of the beach. They found what looked like a private spot,
hoping none of the strange plants around them was poisonous. Andrew took
off his speedos and was now totally naked and rock hard, Nipper following
suit. They both stood naked and looked at Logan, who hesitated some, then
pulled off his swimsuit. He, too, was now naked, with a 2½ inch boner
pointing proudly up. He was totally hairless. His arms, chest, pubic area,
and legs were totally smooth, devoid of even peach fuzz. He had a firm
white ass, offset by the tan he had picked up in his few days in the
tropics. Even his cheeks were clean of peach fuzz. Nipper and Andrew both
thought he was one of the most beautiful boys they had ever seen.

"So, who's going to touch me?" Logan asked, breathlessly. He was as turned
on as he had ever been in his young life.

Nipper complied immediately, cupping the younger boy's balls. Logan let out
a high, involuntary moan. Nipper then let his hand brush along the blonde's
dick, sending shivers through him.

"Touch mine," Andrew whispered. Logan touched Andrew's hard, almost
hairless cock, the first time he had touched another boy. "Jerk it," Andrew
said. Logan obeyed and Andrew moaned with pleasure. As Logan jerked
Andrew's cock, he felt Nipper let go of his own.

"Don't stop," he said, but Nipper didn't return his hand to it. Instead he
got on his knees and started licking Logan's balls.

"Ohhhhhhh," Logan moaned. But he hadn't received the best of it yet as
Nipper put Logan's hard little uncut dick in his mouth and sucked it with a
fervor. Logan got lost in his first blow job and dropped Andrew's dick from
his hand. He started instinctively humping Nipper's mouth as Nipper worked
to make Logan's first experience the best he possibly could. It would
probably be his fastest, as within two minutes he had a dry cum the likes
of which he had never experienced. He emitted a high pitched squeal as his
small body shuddered with the delight of the orgasm. As Logan fucked
Nipper's mouth, Andrew put his dick up against Logan's butt cheeks and
humped them, getting in rhythm with Logan's thrusts, and shot his hot thin
pre-teen cum all over Logan's hard, white ass. The two boys cumming almost
simultaneously was too much for Nipper, who's dick shook and spasmed to a
no touch cum, his seed shooting out and covering Logan's right leg and
foot.

As the boys started to come down from their orgasmic high, their breathing
slowly returning to normal, they heard a rustle in the bushes behind
them. Nipper and Logan frantically searched for their swimsuits, but Andrew
took a few steps and looked for the source of the noise. What he saw was
Trevor, Chandler, Greg, and Tyler with their speedos pulled to their
ankles, furiously jerking themselves off to orgasms. Andrew watched open
mouthed as all four boys shot their seed on the ground at the same time, a
synchronized circle jerk.

"Oh fuck," Trevor said. "That was hot. That kid is hot. You guys are
hot. Fuck, I'm glad we followed you."

Andrew smiled his wicked little sexy smile and said, "Yeah, it was hot. And
I'm glad you did too, cuz you guys are hot, too."

The boys spent the rest of the afternoon playing together, swimming,
playing some grab ass, and having a genuinely good time on the beautiful
beach. One of the things that fascinated them was the pelicans diving for
fish just off the beach.

Ben and Douglas spent the afternoon in and out of the water. Sometimes
swimming, sometimes sunning, and sometimes making out. They had noticed the
boys going down the beach and disappearing into the bushes. They watched
them come out later, smiling and flushed.

"Must be a good place," Ben said.

"Want to go find out?" Douglas asked

Both boys found out on their own it was indeed a nice place. The sex in the
sun was hot, with Douglas fucking a naked Ben as he leaned against a tree.

On the trip home, Ben noticed Tyler and Greg were a bit glum.

"What's wrong guys? You didn't have a good time?"

"We had a great time. Nothing's wrong," Tyler said.

But Greg, who believed in always being open and honest with the people he
loved, said, "We did have a great time. But we do have one problem"

"What's that, bro?"

"Well, I know I don't drink much. And Tyler says he doesn't either. But
sometimes we both like to get wasted.  Nobody asked us if we really wanted
to be the sober guys at the party tonight, and we both kinda wanted to
drink."

"Damn. I'm sorry, Greg. I just figured since you don't get wasted that much
at our parties you wouldn't mind."

"I don't like to get wasted much," Greg said, "but sometimes I do. This
time I do."

"I'll see what I can do, bro," Ben said reassuringly, although he didn't
have a clue what it was he could do. He certainly didn't want their dads to
be there.

DINNER

Dinner that night was in the dining room. While it was not a formal night,
diners were expected to be nicely dressed. All eight boys wore collared
shirts and slacks or Dockers. Once again they had their own table and
enjoyed each other's company. They ate, talked, laughed, giggled, told
stories, and even found time to get a hand in a crotch or two.

As the table was being cleared for dessert, two head waiters and four
assistant waiters showed up the table bearing a cake with candles. Their
own head waiter placed the cake on the table. The frosting had "HAPPY
BIRTHDAY DOUGLAS" written on it. The waiter lit the candles, and the six of
them told the table to join them in singing happy birthday. The four
parents and the neighboring table joined in as well, creating mass
embarrassment for Douglas, who was now officially 18 years old.

As the cake was sliced and doled out to the two tables, Douglas looked at
his parents, ready to admonish them for breaking their promise not to
advertise his birthday.

"It wasn't us," Larry said.

"Then who?" Douglas turned to Nipper whose face instantly got beet red.

"This wasn't my idea," Nipper said.

"Okay, then who else knew?"

Ben smiled, reached into his pocket, pulled out a gold neck chain with a
dolphin, kissed Douglas hard on the mouth, and said, "Happy birthday,
love."

"Ben!"

"Don't say a word." Ben placed the neck chain around Douglas's
neck. Douglas had to admit it was a striking piece of jewelry.

"You like?" Ben asked.

"No. I love," Douglas said with a smile. Both tables applauded and they all
settled down to eat their cake and the creamy ice cream that had been
placed in front of them.

"How did you know?"

Ben tilted his head towards Nipper. "He made me promise not to do
anything."

"But...," Douglas protested.

"...but, I had my fingers crossed," Ben said with a wide grin.

"God, I love you, Ben."

"I love you, Douglas."

The two boys exchanged a big kiss in the dining hall that would have
embarrassed many families, but simply made the two families at the tables
proud their sons felt confident and open enough about their feelings to not
bury who they were.

As the boys filed out of the dining room they ran into Miles and Jordan
waiting in line with their families.  Trevor noticed that the tall kid who
had played basketball with them that morning was in line with them.

"Hey, Trev," Jordan said. "Can I talk to you in private for a moment?"

"Yeah. Sure."

Jordan stepped out of the line and he and Trev went into an alcove of the
adjoining lounge.

"I overheard in the arcade you guys are having a party."

"Yeah."

"Can we come? We got stuff to bring."

"You and Miles you mean?"

"Yeah. And my brother Zach. He don't drink, but he says he'll watch us and
make sure we don't get in trouble. He don't mind me getting messed up. He
just doesn't cuz of basketball coming up. But you should see him when he's
not playing hoops."

"Let me ask the rest of the guys," Trev said. "But I think it should be
cool."

Trev pulled the other seven boys aside and told them what Jordan had told
him. Ben and Douglas both knew they would have to ask their dads first, so
they took care of that. Both dads, after talking to Miles' and Jordan's
parents, and after meeting Zach, agreed. Greg and Tyler were both excited
since it meant they now could drink too. And everybody agreed that Zach,
the 16-year-old basketball player, was sexy.

"Okay, we just need to tell them one thing. If they agree, it's a go,"
Douglas said.

"What's that?" Chandler asked.

"Oh, I think you guys know."

The boys went over to where Miles, Jordan, and Zach were standing.

"It's cool," Douglas said. The three boys smiled. "But, you all have to
know that we plan on playing around."

"Playing around?" Miles asked.

"He means doing sex stuff," Jordan said.

"Oh. Okay. Cool. I don't mind."

"What about you, Jordan?" Douglas asked.

"I don't mind," Jordan said. "Sex at a party is the bomb. Even if it isn't
with chicks."

"And you, Zach?"

"Who do you think took Jordan's cherry?" Zach asked with a wicked grin.

"ZACH!" Jordan protested.

"Oh, I think this is going to be one fun party," Ben said.

"Can't we invite Jennifer and Cindy?" Miles asked.

"Much as I like the babes," Jordan said, "sometimes sex is more fun without
them."

"Amen to that," Zach said.

They all agreed to meet at the Daniels' suite at ten to start the
party. They all wanted to get warmed up by watching the start of the deck
party first. Zach, Miles, and Jordan took off to join their families in the
dining room.

"I think this party is going to really rock," Ben said. "Let's go watch the
ship leave."

Ben and Douglas walked up to the stern and went to the Sun Deck. The Disney
ship was just pulling out, its whistle playing "When You Wish Upon a Star",
with Goofy hanging from the stern.

"I'm sure glad I'm not on that ship," Douglas said. "It is so dorky."

"Logan, that cute boy from the beach, is on it,"

"Yeah, but you're not." Douglas squeezed Ben's hand.

The sun was setting behind the island. The two boys held hands, watching
the gorgeous sunset as the "Golden Princess" eased back from the dock. Ben
kissed Douglas as the giant ship turned around and started steaming out of
the harbor. The hairy-chested man, who had talked to them on the stern
earlier, watched from the other side of the deck and smiled. He put his arm
around the shoulder of the young blond haired boy next to him. "You ready?"
he asked.

"Yeah." The two of them left the deck.

"Want to make love before the party starts?" Douglas asked Ben, not even
noticing the pair.

"I thought you'd never ask," Ben said. They headed down to the Daniels'
cabin to undress, kiss, suck, lick, and make sweet love to each
other. Being alone was exactly what they wanted before the big party
started.

"Happy birthday, Douglas."

"Thanks, but I wish Nipper hadn't ratted."

"I'm glad he did."

Using one of Ben's favorite sayings, Douglas said, "Truth be told, so am
I."

The boys kissed and cuddled. "I'm glad we had this chance, Ben. I'm glad
you know it was my birthday."

"I'm glad you're on this cruise, Douglas. I love you."

"I love you, Ben. It's so amazing how we met here like this. I don't want
to leave you when it's all over."

"Neither do I."

THE PARTY

Andrew, Nipper, Trevor, Chandler, Greg, and Tyler all got their faces
painted before the deck party. The back pool had been covered, and
decorations were hung, spanning the supports for the Skywalker disco. The
band was setting up and almost ready to play. The cruise director started
his spiel to the crowd and then the band started up. The six boys starting
dancing the steps they had learned that morning. They were the only ones
dancing, but the deck and the ones above were rapidly filling with adult
partiers. They looked at the boys dancing the Caribbean dances and
commented on how cute they were, many of them taking pictures.

As the adults started taking over the dance area the boys left and headed
for the cabin. It was time to leave the deck party and have their own cabin
party. When they got to the cabin they found Ben and Douglas naked on the
bed asleep in each other's arms.

"Hey slackers, wake up!" Trevor yelled.

Ben and Douglas both jerked awake, looking somewhat sheepish as the six
boys stormed into the cabin.

"I know what you did! I know what you did!" Trevor said with a loud laugh,
the other boys joining in.

"Like you won't be doing the same thing soon, Trev," Ben said.

Trev looked at Chandler and smiled. "Where's the beer?"

Ben opened up a cooler filled with iced beer that had been supplied by the
ship. The small refrigerator also had beer in it. As each of the boys
started opening the bottles, there was a knock at the door.

Trev went to answer it, figuring it was Mike, Jordan, and Zach. He was
right. The boys came in carrying a backpack. The three boys noticed Ben and
Douglas were both naked.

"Looks like you guys have already gotten ready for fun," Zach said.

"We fell asleep," Ben said.

"Yeah, right, after some bed exercise."

Ben and Douglas both laughed and offered a beer to Miles and Jordan. The
two boys took the beers then opened their backpack. They pulled out
individual bottles of whiskey, along with a pipe and a supply of weed.

"Whoa?" Trevor said. "You guys got weed? Awesome."

"We didn't know if we'd get a chance to smoke it," Jordan said. "I mean
we're with our parents and all. And I knew Zach wouldn't, so it's really
cool you got this party."

"You guys have to smoke it out on the deck though," Zach said.

"Dad said not to go on the deck," Douglas said.

"That's when you had two little kids being sober. Now you got me. And I
won't let any of you go for a swim."

"Cool," Trev said as he started stripping his clothes off. Chandler
immediately followed suit, barely beating Nipper and Andrew. Greg and Tyler
were a little slower, wanting to show off for each other. Miles and Jordan
gave each other a "what the hell, when in Rome do what the Romans do" look,
and stripped off their clothes too.

"Well?" Ben asked Zach.  Zach grinned and peeled his shirt off, revealing a
well-developed body for a 16 year old. He followed by pulling off his
shorts, revealing a tented pair of bright red boxer-shorts. He yanked them
off and his final revelation had the other boys gasping, except Jordan who
had seen it all before. His thick, eight inch boner had every one of the
boys dying to touch it, to suck it, and in a couple of cases, to have it
rammed up their tight asses.

"You've taken that up your butt?" Trevor asked Jordan with a touch of awe.

"Yep," he answered proudly.

"When was the last time?" Ben asked.

"The day before yesterday," Jordan said, beaming.

"Wow," was all Trevor could say. He wondered why Jordan hadn't said
anything earlier. He had kept giving the impression he was just into
girls. He looked at Zach's big dick closely. All he could see was a big
challenge. Jordan wasn't much older or bigger than he was. If Jordan could
take that thing, no doubt so could he.

"Were you going to mess around?" Trevor asked. "I mean you're straight and
all, right?"

"Look," Zach answered, "just because me and Jordan are straight don't mean
we don't get horny. I mean if a guy can't mess around with his buddies and
with his brother and his buddies, then he's missing out on a lot of good
stuff. And, tonight, all I said was that I was going to be sober, not that
I was going to be celibate."

Trevor took his beer and guzzled it down. He was the first to finish a
beer, and the first to open a second one. "Were you looking for a place to
stick that thing?" Trevor asked with a sense of both anticipation and
trepidation. It reminded him so much of the big dick the German kid had had
at the beach, and how he liked the idea of taking it up his butt.

Zach laughed and said, "My brother can barely take it and he's used to it."

"I take my brother's. I can take yours," Trev said with conviction.

"We'll see," Zach said.

"Now?" Trev asked as he chugged on his beer.

"Maybe we should before you get wasted."

"I won't get that wasted," Trev said. "I'm not a lightweight."

"We'll see," Zach said once again.

As Trev and Zach chatted, Jordan was filling his clay pipe with weed. The
other boys looked on eagerly, hoping there was enough for them.

"Don't worry," Jordan said, "I have plenty. I'm glad to get rid of it; It
was scary bringing it on the ship. And I got to smoke it all up before we
get back."

"It would be scarier trying to get it through the airport I would think,"
Douglas said.

"I didn't. We stayed at my uncle's in Miami. My cousin got it all for
me. He got me more than I wanted, but he said take it and what I can't use
just dump. He got me all the little booze bottles, too. Now I get to share
it with some friends instead of dumping it."

"Well, it was cool of you to bring it," Douglas said.

The boys stepped out on the balcony, accompanied by Zach. Jordan took the
first hit and passed the pipe to Douglas. It then went to Ben, Trev, and
Miles. The boys could hear the music from the deck party above them as they
took their hits.

"Wow," Ben said. "That is some good shit your cousin got you."

"Yeah, it is," Jordan agreed in a somewhat whispery voice.

The rest of the boys stepped out and took a hit. After that the pipe went
around as wanted or needed. Beers were sipped, were chugged on challenge,
shots were taken from the miniature bottles. Boys made out with each other,
grabbing dicks, kissing, fondling, fingering, and licking. A party tray had
been set up in the parents' cabin, taking care of the oncoming munchies.

The phone rang occasionally as the dads checked with Zach on the progress
of the party, and to make sure Zach was indeed staying sober and watching
the boys. The first cums ended up being by Andrew and Nipper as they fucked
on the boys' cabin bed before an audience. The second came from Jordan as
Miles sucked him off. Miles had wanted to do something with Jordan since
they met, but was afraid to mess up a good thing. It was bad enough Jordan
knew he was a Red Sox fan. It would've been worse if he'd known he liked to
play around with guys. To top it off for Miles, Greg made it a threesome by
sucking Miles while he sucked Jordan.

One of the things Zach, Miles, and Jordan wanted to see was the twins
fucking. Andrew and Trev obliged as Trev fucked Andrew hard, both boys
holding nothing back. It was hot, sweaty, and hard sex. Andrew came first,
cumming over himself a few seconds before Trev shot his light pre-teen cum
into Andrew's butt, while Nipper eagerly licked Andrew's sweet cream off
his belly.

At one point Zach accompanied Ben, Douglas, Trev, and Andrew out on deck so
they could hit some weed. The four of them each took a couple of big
hits. They were all sporting a big buzz, verging on getting wasted, on the
combo of beer, whiskey, and weed.

The sky to the starboard and stern of the ship was pitch black, but to the
port lights could be seen.

"What's those lights?" Ben asked.

"Dominican Republic," Zach replied.

"No way, we passed that already and it was on the other side."

"Yeah," Douglas said. "It was. That can't be Dominican Republic."

"We're going the opposite way now," Zach said. "We're going back the way we
came."

"How do you know?" Douglas asked. "It's dark and we're on the water.  How
can you tell we're going the other way?"

"Yeah. Maybe it's not Dominican Republic, because if it is we went all the
way around the world. Shit, that's a long trip." He took a big swig of his
beer. "I need more weed."

"I can't believe we went all the way around the world, Fuck, I bet we
missed Christmas."

"No," Andrew offered. "They moved the island to the other side I bet."

"I think Zach is lying," Trev said, as Ben took a big hit of weed and
passed the pipe to Douglas.

"It's gotta be another place," Douglas said. "You can't move an island."

Trev's hand moved to Zach's dick. It was big, hard, and leaking. His hand
could barely get around it. He started stroking it. Zach looked at him and
smiled. "You want it now, little boy? Or are you too wasted?"

"Hawkes don't get wasted," Trev slurred. "And we can take anything."

"SHIT!" Ben said.

Ben's shout woke Douglas out of a trip he'd been on. "What? What happened?"

"That island's gotta be Cuba! Shit, you know who's on Cuba don't ya?"

"Oh fuck! Castro!" Douglas said with concern. "Shit, if he finds us out
here he's gonna sink us."

Zach started fondling Trev's 3.5 inch almost hairless boner, ignoring the
weed induced discussion of Ben and Douglas.

"We better get inside," Douglas said, "in case Castro decides to attack
us. I don't want to get shot." He picked the pipe up from the table, took a
hit, blew out the smoke, and opened the door to the cabin. All four boys
went in, Trev plopping on the bed. He was on his back, legs up, with his
cute little ass ready and inviting.

"Fuck me, dude," he said pleadingly to Zach. "Make the Hawke screech."

"I know this is a dumb question," Zach said, "but do you guys have lube."

Nipper got a tube for Zach as Ben and Douglas went into the parents' cabin
where they looked out the window at the lights passing in the distance.

"Fuck. I can't believe we're going right past Cuba. The captain is
crazy. He's going to kill us all." Ben munched on a sandwich, then quickly
downed a mini-bottle of whiskey, stumbled, and fell on the parents'
bed. Douglas finished the beer in his hand, guzzling down the last third,
and lay next to Ben. They kissed, pressed their hard dicks tightly
together, and started tripping out on each other.

In the boys' cabin, Zach was pressing his dick up against Trev's
pucker. Trev moaned with anticipation. Zach was somewhat fearful of hurting
Trev, especially since the pre-teen was obviously wasted. He pulled back,
but Trev whimpered, begging for Zach to enter him. Zach finally obliged,
pressing himself ever so slowly into Trev's innards.

"No, dude, no, "Trev said. Zach stopped and started to pull out. "No,
don't. Do me. Do me hard."

"I meant do it hard, no, don't do it soft; do me hard." Trev was drunk,
stoned, rambling.

Zach pushed in, farther and harder, Trev moaning with a mix of pleasure and
pain, amplified by his being high and drunk.

On the parents' bed Ben and Douglas held each other, rubbing their dicks
and kissing hard. They were both drunk and stoned, their entire worlds
focused on their dicks and mouths, Cuba forgotten, the "Golden Princess"
forgotten, the rest of the boys in the cabins forgotten. They were now
entirely in their own world, tripping out on a tiny fraction of each other.

The shower in the parent's suite was larger than the tiny ones in the boys'
cabins. It included a Jacuzzi. Andrew, Nipper, Greg, and Tyler were in it,
kissing, rubbing, tripping out, and peeing on each other. Andrew was on his
back, peeing on himself, letting the other boys pee on him. Chandler and
Jordan were on the the floor of the parent's room having had hard, wild sex
together. Miles was sitting in a corner, beer in one hand, dick in the
other tripping out on something known only to himself. Zach was deeper and
deeper inside Trevor, making the young boy moan, groan, screech, and feel
both the pain and the pleasure. Ben and Douglas were rubbing off on each
other, lost to the world. Nipper jerked off, pee dripping off him, ready to
cum on Andrew. Greg and Tyler kissed, rubbed their dicks, their peed on
bodies sticking together. Zach was as far inside Trev as he could go.

"Fuck me," Trev moaned. "Fuck me hard." He picked up a full miniature
whiskey off the nightstand, opened it, emptied it in one swallow, moaned as
Zach shoved his dick into him, moaned as Zach started thrusting, groaned as
Zach's big dick hit his insides in places that had never been touched
before, and screeched as Zach's penis hammered on his sweet spot, sending
waves of pleasure through his brain and body.

The cums of the orgy came almost simultaneously. Nipper came with a grunt,
his cum shooting over Andrew's pee covered face. Ben was next, shooting
over Douglas and the bed. Trevor shot with a no touch cum that almost
ripped his brain apart, stars and lights shooting in front of his
eyes. Jordan filled Chandler's butt with hot young teen cum and Chandler
came over the carpet. Greg came over Tyler's dick. Douglas mixed his cum
with Ben's. Zach filled Trevor's butt with wave after wave of thick, hot,
teen cum. Tyler came over Greg. Nipper had placed Andrew's pissy dick in
his mouth and Andrew shot almost instantly. And finally, Miles, lost in his
own world, jerked himself to an orgasm that matched whatever fantasy was in
his head. The cabin was hot, steamy, and smelling of sex. A few more beers
were sipped, a couple of whiskeys emptied, a hit or two taken, but the boys
were past the buzzed stage. They were drunk, stoned, wasted, and Zach
carefully placed them into beds, on the couch, and thanked his luck that
nobody puked.

Douglas's parents were going to sleep in the Collins' boys' room. Zach
would deal with cleaning up the mess in the morning. He walked out onto the
balcony, said, "fuck it," lit the pipe for the first time that night, took
three big hits, reveled in the pleasurable feeling they gave his brain,
then went back into the cabin and snuggled in between Andrew and Trevor,
incredibly turned on by the combination of the hit and weed and of being
between the sexy twins. He rubbed his dick against one, then turned and
rubbed against the other, back and forth until he came over one of them. He
had lost track of which was which.  He fell asleep, his brain high from the
sex and the hits on the pipe. The cabins were quiet except for the
breathing and snoring of sleeping boys. The big party was over.

To be continued.