Date: Wed, 7 Oct 2009 21:04:50 +0200
From: Aaron Matthews <aaronm_06@hotmail.com>
Subject: Adam and Ryan 7

The run back up the beach toward the boats seemed to be over in just
moments, the time snatched away by the elation that had overcome Adam and
Ryan after they got their own back against Dan, the would-be rapist who
they'd left behind in a small clearing in the inland bush. Ryan wondered if
Dan would have the courage, or the audacity to come back to the ship before
they sailed, but he was on such a high from saving Adam that he scarcely
cared what become of Dan, what mattered was that Adam was safe. They
arrived at the boat loading area in near fits of laughter, Ryan's little
brother, Kyle, following bemusedly behind.

Ryan had never felt anything like this before; this all-encompassing
happiness, like a high almost. He'd thought that Adam would be quiet and
withdrawn after what had happened, that things would become awkward between
them and that the whole cruise might even be ruined. But as he glanced
across as Adam, clambering into one of the boats, there was no trance of
what Dan had done, apart from a developing bruise on his cheek and a cut
lip. Despite these war-wounds, Ryan still thought Adam was beautiful, not
beautiful like a model, he wasn't perfect. But he was damn close to it, and
he had the most amazing smile. Anyone looking at the young blond boy would
think that he had simply had a fist-fight with someone, only Ryan knew the
truth. He also realized, as the boat pulled away from the shore and headed
towards the cruise ship on the horizon, that sooner or later he and Adam
were going to have to talk about what had happened. This post-escape high
couldn't last forever.

And it didn't.

Later that night, after having dinner with his parents and watching the
evening cabaret show, Ryan went in search of his friend. He hadn't been
able to find Adam in the show lounge, which was unusual because they always
met in the show lounge after dinner to find seats in the front row before
the show. He went to Adam's cabin, but there was no answer to his knocking,
even Adam's parents weren't there. Though, the first time Adam had brought
Ryan back to the suite, Adam had said that his parents were hardly ever in
the cabin.

"They go to the nightclub and the casino and get drunk," he'd said, making
it sound like he wished he could be doing that too. Ryan was sure he did as
well, but at only thirteen there was no chance of either of them getting
hold of booze on this ship.

The ship was massive and it had taken Ryan a while, but eventually he found
Adam up on the top-most deck of the ship, leaning against the railing and
looking down at the dark, shifting mass of the ocean sliding steadily
past. Ryan could tell immediately by Adam's body-language that something
was wrong, he wasn't moving with the energy of a gazelle like he usually
did, he wasn't curiously watching everything happening on deck, he was just
staring out away from everything. Usually he wanted to be part of
everything. Ryan looked over at Adam and felt a familiar grinding of
emotion with him, what was he going to do with himself in a week when the
cruise ended? He and Adam lived on the opposite sides of the country.

Even as Ryan thought this he considered again that there was something
psychologically wrong with him, here he was looking over at his friend
who's been through a wretched ordeal just hours ago, and was clearly
haunted by it. And here he was, perving on him, wondering what he'd do
without him, without his smile, his laugh, his spontaneity. And his
body. Adam had such a nice body, he was sexy without trying. Even just
leaning casually against the rail he looked irresistible, his jeans hanging
low on his hips and showing off the waist-band of his CK boxers, his
T-shirt riding up slightly to reveal a glimpse of golden tanned skin.
`You're a psychopath' Ryan told himself, but grinned anyway. The grin was
short-lived because it was then that he realized Adam had just lit up a
cigarette, and was nonchalantly smoking it right there on the sun deck.

"Adam! Are you crazy? What if your parents see?" Ryan asked, shocked, but
also impressed. God, Adam was so confident, he didn't give a shit what
anyone thought.

Adam shrugged and even his shrug was sexy. "They're probably so drunk
already they wouldn't recognize me anyway," he said, and smiled, though his
smile didn't reach those vividly blue eyes. Ryan realized he was trying to
hide the way he felt, of course he was, that's how Adam always was, but it
still hurt.

"It's illegal for kids to smoke," Ryan pointed out, watching as Adam took a
drag on the Marlboro Light. `Oh my god, I'm getting a boner' he thought
ruefully to himself. How does Adam manage to make smoking so hot?

Adam turned so that his back was against the railing, and stretched his
arms out, the lean muscles in his body clearly visible through the thin
T-shirt. He was amazing. His bright blue eyes looked into Ryan's and he
felt sure that there was something Adam wanted to say, or something he
wanted him to say. It was only a moment, but Ryan felt himself talking
before he could stop himself.

"I don't see you any differently, you know?" he said quickly, his voice
sounded small on the air. "I don't feel sorry for you, I don't think you're
different to how you were before...things down need to change because
of..." just as quickly as he'd found his voice it was gone again...and Ryan
was left staring into those blue eyes.

Whatever Adam had been looking for, he seemed to have found it, or seemed
reassured by what Ryan had said. He didn't say anything, but the expression
on his face changed. Beautiful in his vulnerability, he suddenly became
striking in his characteristically lethargic self-assurance.

"All they can do is make me put it out," he said, apparently talking about
the cigarette, as though the last few moments hadn't happened, "and there
aren't any crew people on deck, chillax dude. Here, have a drag," Adam held
out the cigarette to him, Ryan was sorely tempted, but also worried because
it was illegal surely? Just then two old ladies walked past them, looking
at the two boys with deep disapproval. Seeing them looking at them that way
made Ryan suddenly throw caution to the wind and take a drag on the offered
cigarette. He wasn't accustomed to the practice though, and started to
cough at the same time that one of the old ladies started shouting at
them. Adam grabbed Ryan's hand and pulled him away towards the doors
leading to the elevator lobby. Once inside the lift they collapsed in
hysterical laughter. Why was misbehaving so fun?

As the lift began to descend Adam reached out and took hold of the front of
Ryan's T-shirt, gently pulling him towards him. Ryan instantly felt a
pulsating, tingling feeling spreading out through his body from his cock as
Adam looked at him with a cheeky smile and then leant in for the kiss that
Ryan had been craving since the last time they'd been together. At the same
time Adam ran a hand down the front of Ryan's young body and over the front
of his jeans, gently squeezing the hardness of his cock.

"I want you really badly, Ryan," he whispered. Ryan wondered if Adam could
feel the rapid beat of his heart, but didn't have time to dwell on it,
because in that compromising position, with Adam's hand against the front
of Ryan's jeans, their bodies touching and their mouths breaking apart from
what had clearly been a full-on kiss, the elevator doors suddenly opened
and a bewildered cabin steward stood staring at them.

The look on his face, a rather good-looking face, Ryan noticed, was one of
surprise, or shock, but it quickly changed to a knowing smirk, and he
stepped swiftly into the elevator, looking like the cat that got the
cream. Ryan knew that he was blushing because his face had gone hot and he
could feel embarrassed adrenalin flooding his body. The steward had his
back to them now, and despite the panicky self-consciousness that Ryan
felt, he decided that the cabin steward had a nice back. Well, at least the
shape of him from behind seemed nice beneath the starch white uniform, and
he looked like he had a nice ass as well.

"Don't stop on my account," the steward said, leaning over and pressing a
button that would take them to the bottom most deck.

"We weren't doing anything," said Adam defiantly, though there was a ring
of cheeky daring in his voice, as though challenging the steward to try
find out exactly what they were up to.

"It didn't look that way to me," he said, and turned to briefly glance at
the two boys. It was only then that Ryan realized they were still holding
hands and he quickly pulled away from Adam. His friend didn't seem to care,
he was smiling at the steward, looking right into his eyes and leaning back
casually against the wall, the shape of his taut young body showing through
his flimsy T-shirt. He was so sexy, Ryan though for the umpteenth time that
day.

"What did it look like?" Adam asked, looking up at the steward with his
cute, lop-sided smile and bright blue eyes.

The steward stepped towards him, placing a hand against the wall next to
Adam's head. This kid was a fucking looker, he thought to himself. He had a
cut above his right eye, and the cheek seemed a little swollen, like he'd
been in a fight, but he was hot as hell none the less. He reached out and
ran his fingers slowly over Adam's full, pink lips and infinitely smooth
skin and smiled back at him.

"It looked like something I'd enjoy," the steward looked down at the front
of Adam's board-shorts where the boy's erection was eagerly straining
against the material and smiled again. "My names Chris," he said as the
elevator doors opened on J-deck.

"Adam...this is Ryan," he put his arm over Ryan in a protective kind of
way.

"I just knocked off, you boys want to come back to my cabin for...a drink?"
he asked, after a pause in which he seemed to wonder how to phrase his
question. Ryan found himself feeling pleased at being asked to partake in
such an adult pastime.

"A drink?" Adam asked playfully as they stepped out of the elevator into
another luxurious passenger area, at this time of night there was hardly
anyone about. "You know that's illegal...we're underage."

"I know," said Chris, a hungry leer in his hazel eyes.

Ryan found himself feeling drawn to this older guy, he was probably
eighteen, a man! And he was hot, not cute and sexy like Adam was, but
properly fucking hot with his tight uniform and short black hair that
framed a clean-shaven face that was almost as mischievous as Adam's, but
with more experience behind it. Ryan was perfectly happy to go along with
whatever Adam and Chris were moving towards, but as he contemplated being
alone in this guy's cabin he paused in trepidation. What if it went
horribly wrong, like the episode on the beach? What if this guy was another
creep? Adam was so happy to fall into things, cruising through life, but
there were consequences to actions! What if there dead bodies were found in
days to come, floating on the ocean after being killed and thrown
overboard?

But no. He was being irrational, being stupid. At this time of night many
of the other crew cabins would be occupied by sleeping crewmen, if Chris
got weird with them they could call out for help, and surely Chris wouldn't
risk the calamity that would come tumbling down on him if he was caught
harming two underage boys? And anyway, something told him that they could
trust this muscular cabin boy. His body was firm and strong, but his face
was rather sweet.

Inside the cabin Adam and Ryan sat down on the bed as Chris shrugged off
his jacket and hung it up, with the jacket off his build was even more
obvious beneath the shirt. He went over to locker on the wall and brought
out a bottle of Southern Comfort.

"I end off every night with a glass of So-co and lime," he said, holding up
the bottle as though to ask if they wanted any. Both boys nodded readily,
Ryan was keen to try out alcohol for the first time.

Chris handed them each a glass and Ryan tasted the bitter, though not
entirely unpleasant, liquid. Adam took it in his stride, slowing it
smoothly with a straight face, but Ryan had to force it down, unaccustomed
as he was to its taste. He tried to keep a straight face like Adam, but
failed miserably.

"Man, you're so cute," he said, ruffling Ryan's hair affectionately and
Ryan smiled up at him, enjoying the feeling of basking in a man's
appreciation. He liked the way Chris was looking down at him, his eyes
roaming over his young body. It was exciting, and made Ryan want to lean
back and lift his T-shirt, running a hand down into his pants and feeling
his cock, letting the man know that he could look at more of him if he
wanted.

Ryan lacked the wanton confidence to do that though, so he occupied himself
with taking a liberal sip of his So-co, and then tried to ignore the gag
reflex as the bitterness caught at the back of his throat. The result was
that he soon felt a strange sensation developing in his head. Had the
weather turned? The ship seemed to be moving more than usual.

He wanted to be able to talk to men in the same, forward, brazen way that
Adam did. Was that what flirting was? He wished that he could do it, but he
didn't have the same natural, cheeky, magnetic qualities as Adam.

"Can I try on your uniform?" he found himself asking, surprising himself at
the extremely suggestive nature of the question.

"Sure, shall I get you're a clean one or do you want to try on this one?"
he asked, indicating the one he was wearing.

At that, Ryan wasn't sure what to say, how far did he want this all to go?
And how fast? His friend quickly came to his rescue though.

"I want to try your's on," said Adam, standing up and leaning against
Chris, as though to steady himself, but Ryan knew his true intentions. And
judging by the smile on Chris' face, so did he. He got a clean uniform out
the cupboard for Ryan and then took off his own shirt. His body was indeed
firm and defined. Not necessarily `muscular', but there was no doubt he did
sport of some kind. Ryan found himself staring, and then his heart began to
quicken as Chris pulled his trousers down and stood in front of the two
boys in just his boxers, his growing erection visibly getting bigger.

Adam took them into the bathroom to change, throwing Chris a teasing look
as they went.

"Are you okay?" he whispered to Ryan once the door was closed.

"Yeah, why?"

"Just checking, we don't have to...we can go if you want?" Ryan saw a look
of uncertainty pass briefly across his friends face and felt a warm flush
of affection for him. He did want to be here, amid the excitement of their
salacious nighttime adventure, but he was glad Adam cared enough to check,
because it was obvious Adam was after one thing only...and Ryan really
wanted to watch.

Chris was waiting for them on the bed when they came out, sitting on the
edge with his legs apart, still in his boxers but without an erection. The
moment he saw the two boys standing there in their over-large stewards
uniforms though, his eyes became fixed and Ryan saw that his cock was
quickly coming back to attention.

"You two have got to be two of the cutest little guys that ever lived," he
said, his voice growing a little deeper, "turn around for me."

They did as asked and Ryan felt a hand on his bum, gently groping. "Damn,
you guys have got nice asses," said Chris, "so firm and small...how old are
you two?"

"We're both thirteen," said Adam.

"I bet you've got a big cock for your age," said Chris, running his hand up
and down Adam's thigh.

"He does," Ryan found himself saying, and giggled.

"Show me," said Chris, turning both boys to face him. "Take your shirts off
first."

Adam and Ryan unbuttoned their shirts and cast them aside on the bed. Chris
was staring at them hungrily now, and he reached out and put a warm hand
against each of them, running his hand slowly down their bodies from their
chests to the waist band of the trousers they were wearing. Both boys had
full-on boners tenting their trousers and Chris grinned excitedly.

"Show me your cocks," he said, massaging the front of his boxers. "Don't be
shy," he added, seeing Ryan's hesitation, he slipped his fingers into the
waistband of the boy's trousers and pulled the boy towards him. They were
both fucking hot, he couldn't believe he was doing this. The blond boy,
Adam, with his cheeky smile and bright blue eyes, was a little Adonis. But
the darker haired, quieter boy, Ryan, had a smile that was captivating, and
eyes that were unsure yet curious. He couldn't wait to see them both
naked. "I think you're fucking hot," he said gently, as he ran his fingers
over the front of Ryan's trousers, feeling the shape of his young cock, it
wasn't very big, but in relation to Ryan's little body it was just right,
and it felt so warm and eager to be touched. "I just want to see your cock,
and touch it...and stroke it," he said, pulling the boy's trousers and
boxers down so that his little cock sprung free.

Ryan had a small, cute little patch of pubic hair and a pair of balls that
hadn't quite dropped yet. His cock was circumsized and arched up towards
Chris' face, just asking to be sucked. "Now you as well," said Chris,
pulling Adam towards him as well. Adam needed no encouragement and let his
trousers drop to the floor so that both boys stood in front of him,
practically naked.

Adam's cock was a little bigger than Ryan's, as Chris had thought it might
be, he was indeed big for his age, but his young body was also slightly
more developed than Ryan's. Adam had an adolescent little six-pack and
nice, firm arms. His cock was uncut, and his foreskin was tight, barely
covering the head of his rock-hard boyish erection. Both their bodies had
been nicely browned by the sun.

"You're quite a big boy, aren't you?" said Chris softly, fondling Adam's
not-quite dropped balls.

Ryan watched as Chris took his friend's hard cock in his hand and slowly
pulled back his foreskin, revealing the cute cherry-like head beneath.
Chris began to move his hand against Adam's erection in a milking motion
that Ryan could see his friend was enjoying by the way his lean body became
seized with a lusty tension. Ryan had never realized how hot it was
watching someone else get jerked off by a stranger, but what was even
hotter was that it was Adam who he was watching, and the stranger doing it
to him was a sexy late teenage cabin attendant...it was as much the fact
that he knew it was wrong, as well as the fact that Adam and Chris were
hot, that made Ryan's whole body tingle with the need to come. He began to
stroke his own cock as Chris leaned forward and ran his tongue up the
length of Adam's shaft, pulling his foreskin back again so his tongue could
taste the musty boyishness of his cock-head. Ryan had been there before,
and knew the ecstasy that Chris would be experiencing.

The cabin steward took Adam's entire length in his mouth and began to lick
and suck rhythmically on the blond boy's throbbing pubescent cock. A small
moan escaped Adam's lips as he reached out and pulled Ryan towards him,
putting and arm around his friend's slender naked body. Their bodies were
against each other, Ryan's cock was rubbing against Adam's smooth, firm
thigh and he could feel the heat of Adam against him. Adam's bright blue
eyes made contact with Ryan's and he stole a kiss before pushing Chris off
him and grinning impishly.

"We've shown you ours," said Adam. "Now you show us yours."

The blond pre-teen sat down on the bed as though getting ready for a show
and Chris stood up to pull his boxers down. Ryan's eyes immediately locked
onto the cock that sprang forth and arched up into the air like a naked
flag pole. He was much bigger than Ryan had expected, but Ryan hadn't had
all that much experience with grown men and so wasn't sure what exactly he
had expected. Chris' cock was as beautiful as his body, circumcised like
Ryan's, but much, much bigger, and as hard as a wooden mast. The skin was
taut and the pinkish-purple head was flared as though about to explode.

"We got something in common, little guy," said Chris, taking Ryan's
smaller, but just as hard cock in his hand and squeezing gently. God, it
felt so good! Ryan felt his whole body tingle.

Chris took Adam's young cock in his hand as well and smiled down at the two
naked, horny little boys. Fuck, he was lucky. He would probably never
experience an opportunity like this again. Chris let go of the boys and
took another sip of his drink and then sat down on the bed again.

"So I take it you boys have...done stuff together?" he asked, gently
rolling Ryan's small, tight balls around. He was such a cutie, shy and
quiet, but fucking cute. Chris could see the look of pubescent desire in
Adam's blue eyes when he looked at Ryan, and could see by the hardness of
his young cock that he was enjoying watching him touch his young friend.

"Yeah, we have," said Adam, glancing at Ryan's cock and then at Chris.

Chris took Ryan's small hand and guided it to Adam's cock, wrapping his
fingers around the boy's hard shaft. Adam's young body immediately tensed
up and Chris saw his cock throb readily in his friends hand.

"Stroke his cock, Ryan," said Chris, guiding his hand back and forth, and
playing with Ryan's tight balls at the same time. "I want to watch you jerk
Adam off."

Ryan had been desperate to touch Adam the whole day and he knelt down in
front of him and began to slide his foreskin back and forth, he loved the
feeling of Adam's hard warmth in his hand. His cock was so perfect, to Ryan
it seemed big and developed, Adam was on the brink of becoming a
teenager. But to Chris, he was watching a young boy get jerked off by an
even younger boy, their adolescent bodies raging with hormones.

Chris stepped behind Adam and ran his hand round the boy's body, round his
firm shoulders and down over his smooth, taut chest to his narrow tummy. He
pushed himself up against the boy, his hard manhood pressed flat against
Adam's back. His body was so small, so vulnerable in his arms. He watched
over Adam's shoulder as Ryan stroked his cock. Then the little boy leaned
in, pulled back Adam's foreskin and slid his lips over the length of it,
taking in as much as he could.

"Yeah, that's it, suck Adam's cock, lick his hard boner," said Chris,
feeling Adam's body moving back and forth in his arms. He began to tenderly
play with the boy's erect little nipples, delighting in how entirely
hairless his upper-body was, and how firm his young muscles were. "You like
that, Adam?" he whispered in the boys ear, reaching down and running his
hand through his soft pubic hair, "You like it when Ryan sucks your cock?"

"Yeah," Adam moaned, his young voice light with rapture.

Chris ran his hand down further, around the base of the boy's rigid cock
and took his balls in his hand, rolling them around with his thumb and four
fingers. They were so tight! Pulled right up against his body as his boy
boner slid in and out of Ryan's mouth.

"Jerk him off now, Ryan," said Chris, pulling gently on Adam's balls. "I
want to watch him come, with his cock in your hand."

Adam could feel his friend jerking him off now, his young hand, once timid
and unsure, now pulling hard on his cock, he could feel in his touch, his
friend's desire to make him come and it turned him on all the more. He
loved the way Chris' big hard cock felt against his back and the way he was
running his hands all over his slender body, squeezing and pulling on his
balls and whispering dirty things, telling Ryan what to do and treating him
like a piece of meat, or a little boy-hooker. It was such a turn on.

Adam put his arms back behind him, his hands grasping the sides of Chris'
big strong body and began to thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock back
and forth against Ryan's hand and moaning unashamedly. He loved the feeling
of acting like a slut, and as he listened to his young voice crying out,
and Chris' heavy breathing in his ear he felt his cock begin to stiffen,
his erection rigid in Ryan's hand right from its tip to inside his body and
he watched as his cock-head suddenly exploded, a long white stream of
pearly cum shooting straight out into Ryan's waiting mouth. Another spurt
landed on Ryan's cheek and the rest gushed out over his hand, all the while
Ryan carried on stroking his young cock as it spewed its boy seed and Adam
leant back against Chris' hard body as the waves of euphoria hit him.

"Fuck that was good, Ryan," said Adam, grinning down at his friend.

"I like making you come in my mouth," said Ryan. He was looking up at Adam
with that starry-eyed look in his eyes again and Chris reached down and
took hold of his own aching cock without realizing. These boys were so
cute, and there was still much of the night left.

Adam saw Chris jerking himself off and knelt down in front of the
eighteen-year-old cabin steward.

The blond boy reached out and took hold of the older man's cock and ran his
fingers delicately over his rigid cock-head, making Chris' cock throb
visibly. A pearl of pre-cum had begun to form at the tip of his cock, and
even as Ryan watched it seemed to grow bigger. Adam put his finger against
it and drew it back, toward his mouth, a thin, sticky bridge of pre-cum
following. He licked his finger seductively and Ryan felt the whole length
of his cock tightening up as if he might come without even touching
himself. Chris' cock suddenly flared eagerly and Ryan thought he must be
feeling the same way.

Adam grinned and leaned forward, his breath hot against Chris' sensitive
erection. He licked around the head of the older boy's manhood, his soft
pink tongue and full, moist lips sending Chris into a desperate passion,
his breathing was getting heavier and his wash-board stomach was tensing
steadily. Ryan reached out and cupped the cabin steward's big, low-hanging
balls, even as he rolled them in his small hand he felt them tightening up
against the older boy's body. Chris spread his legs further apart to make
it easier for Ryan and at the same time ran a hand through Adam's silky
soft hair, making it even more untidy than it usually was.

"Fuck, dude, you know what you're doing, don't you?"

"I've had some practice," said Adam, his mouth still against Chris' cock.

"Put it in your mouth," said Chris, his voice husky, "suck my cock. I've
never had my cock in a boy's mouth before." Adam opened his cute little
mouth and took in as much of Chris' cock as he could and began to move back
and forth against it, making the older boy moan deeply. "Oh, yeah, good
boy. Play with my balls, Ryan," he said, guiding Ryan's hand back to
between his legs, they had gotten so tight now! Chris still had his hand
entwined in Adam's hair, but Ryan felt his other hand slide slowly round
his own body and up and down his back, before venturing down to his ass.

Fuck, Chris had never felt such a cute, tight little ass before, he wanted
so badly to fuck Ryan and make him come in his hand as he came inside him,
but he knew that he couldn't push these two boys too quickly. Christ, Adam
was such a good cock-sucker for his age. Chris began to move harder against
the boy's mouth, his cock sliding back and forth on Adam's warm little
tongue. He could feel his cock tightening, his balls becoming firmer in
Ryan's small hand and knew that he was about to come, he couldn't stop
himself.

"Fuck, little guy, I'm gonna come," he said, groaning, he was expecting
Adam to pull off him and finish him off with his hand, but the little blond
Adonis kept going, sucking him even harder. "Yeah, that's it Adam, make me
come in your mouth..." he lost the ability to speak as his whole body went
rigid and his hard, aching cock began to shoot its seed into the boy's
mouth. Chris could feel Adam trying to swallow, and admired his experience,
young as he was. When his cock became too sensitive, Chris pulled out and
suddenly lifted Adam's light young body up and held him against his own,
kissing that childish mouth that a moment ago had been around his cock. He
could taste his own come still on Adam's mouth.

"You're a fucking god," he told the blond, and then looked affectionately
at Ryan and pulled him towards him as well, as though not wanting him to
feel neglected. But Ryan felt no jealousy or inferiority, he agreed, Adam
was a god!