Date: Fri, 07 Dec 2001 21:47:35 +0000
From: Java Biscuit <javabiscuit@hotmail.com>
Subject: boy in a pink box, chapter six

This is a story involving teen/boy, male/male graphic sex and not
intended for reading by minors. If you are underage, or this type
of material is illegal where you live, please stop now, and go read
something else! This is a completely fantasized story meant only
for the purpose of pleasurable reading.

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Boy in a Pink Box ~ chapter six

by Biscuit


The first thing Terry did, below decks on the Donna Lee, was
peel off his wet shorts. He tossed them into the sink of a tiny
bathroom that was right at the bottom of the cabin steps.

"Take 'em off," he said to us, "or we'll drip all over the
place." Unreal. Totally unreal. Terry's dick, that I'd felt
drilling into my hipbone out in the dunes, was such a solid
piece of meat standing up from his balls, it was scary.
There was a small patch of dark, soft looking hair over it.

"You're not half proud of that thing, are you," said
Gareth, whose cutoffs were practically falling off by
themselves with a quick wiggle of his hips. Terry put his
hand around his cock and gave it a stroke in Gareth's
direction.

"You could do chin ups on this, Junior."

Gareth tossed his pants in the sink and pointed his index
finger at his own sprout.

"Suck on this, you big poufter," he said, which set them
both off laughing.

I added my wet shorts to the sodden pile in the sink
and Gareth grabbed my hand, dragging me after
Terry who was heading into the shadowy interior.

"It's like a dollhouse in here," Gareth said, turning
his head to look at me; wide-eyed. I guess he hadn't
been on a boat like that before. Everything was smaller
than normal, until we got to a pretty fair-sized bed. It
wasn't just a bunk; two people could sleep in it, easy.

The thought of whose boat it was and how Terry knew
his way around it so well, nagged at me. I might have
snooped around for clues but, Jesus, Terry was
spreading out towels on the bed and Gareth took a
flying leap onto them.

"Okay, wank boy," Terry laughed at him. "Keep your
wet hair on the towel."

Oh God, I thought, what now? The two of them were
waiting, Terry on his side, facing Gareth, but looking
at me. The little dick I'd been craving the feel of in
my mouth was on display between Gareth's spread
legs, his knees up but waving apart, and his eyes
glazing over with that dreamy look he gets.

"Get your ass over here," Terry said, thumping the bed
between him and Gareth. I felt his eyes moving over me
and I almost wanted to look down at myself, wondering
what the hell he was seeing. In spite of how easy going
he was trying to sound, I felt he was tense. I was ready
to jump out of my skin.

My heart was hammering at the thought of Terry seeing
me do what I wanted to do to Gareth, of how his huge
prick would only be inches away from me while I was
doing it. I walked up the mattress on my hands and
knees and lowered myself down so I was propped
on my elbows.

"Here," I said to Gareth, wanting it more than I cared
what Terry would think of me doing it. Gareth
scooted his ass over until his legs were spread under
my face. My cheeks were fiery and I held his leg in my
hand for a moment, pressing it against my face to feel
the cool, silky touch of it. I licked him, running my
tongue around his little balls and into the crease of his
leg. He was salty from the bay, but underneath it,
was the taste of him. I tongued his baby sized nuts, so
perfect and tiny they hardly seemed real, and pressed
his legs further apart. I felt his hand on my head.

"Feels good, Joey," he breathed, and my dick was
leaking like crazy into the towel under me as I
sucked him.

I was sucking him like candy, not thinking about
Terry anymore, not thinking about anything but
the sensation in my mouth and the building pressure
between my legs. My mouth must be hard wired
straight to my cock because it was getting me off
just to work my lips and tongue on that little pole.

"Suck that puppy," Terry whispered. His voice
was low and dirty, near my ear. Even though part
of me freaked, the shock of him saying it, and
being so close to me was hot, and made me groan.
Then Terry pressed into my side. He was heavy
and warm; his thigh slid up the back of mine to
my ass and his cock shoved against my hip.
He started humping me like he was fucking me.

It was scary but turning me on. Not any one thing
he did, just that he was doing stuff to me. He was
half way on top of me and grinding on me like
Gareth was fucking my mouth. Gareth's hips
would have been bruising my face if I hadn't had
him trapped in my hands and it felt like Terry
was trying to shove me through the mattress.

My mouth was clamped on the little twitching
dick, and honest to God, I don't know who was
coming when. It was a blur of them pounding at
me. Terry's dick was slippery, then it was slimy
and soaking, and still hard. He was nailing me
to the bed and I exploded. My head whipped
back and I must have made some god awful
noise -- he was chuckling, and I felt the
rumble of it through my back.

"You always sound like you're dying when
you come?" His hand tightened on my shoulder
and his mouth was right on my neck.

"Get off him," Gareth said.

"Yes, sir!" Terry answered, but didn't move
very fast. Gareth had gotten out from under me
and was kneeling by my head. He pushed at
Terry and tried to crawl in between us. I rolled
on my side, to make room for him, feeling like
I'd been beaten and hosed down with spunk.
Between the pool of it smeared on my stomach
and Terry's dripping over my hip and my ass,
I was a mess.

Terry leaned back, away from me. He didn't
look anywhere near as dead as I felt, but
what the hell, he wasn't the one who'd been
pounded. He stretched lazily on his side as
Gareth wormed his way down.

Gareth really was like a puppy, squirming
around until he could get situated just how
he wanted, pressed up to the front of me
with his arm around my waist, his head
bumping under my chin; right smack on top
of the puddle I'd made. I touched my lips to
his hair, not exactly a kiss, but rubbing them
on him, feeling the warmth and shape of his
head. I still felt funny about kissing him, but
I wanted to. It was nice to hold him, and run
my hand down his back, feel his backside.

Terry's eyes were following my hand.

"I take it you guys haven't fucked yet," he
said. Gareth's head turned, the motion of
it tickling my chest.

"None of your bloody business."

I swallowed hard, uneasy about how casual
both of them sounded, like talking about me
and Gareth fucking was normal. I didn't want
them to know how shocked I was. Gareth just
sounded annoyed, like Terry was being nosy.

After the things he'd said out on the raft, maybe
I shouldn't have been surprised. But when he'd
said his ass belonged to me, I thought it was the
same as him saying he was my boy -- not that his
flesh and blood butt was mine to fuck. My hand
was on it. No use saying it didn't feel like heaven
to me, to touch it. It was as smooth as the rest of
him but rounder and softer.

I slid my hand back up to his waist, keeping
my mouth shut. Maybe they thought I
wanted to do it because I was pawing him.

I knew ass fucking was something people did,
but I'd thought it had to be the sickest thing in
the world; the whole idea of it was gross and
painful. Gross to put your dick in somebody's ass,
and painful to be the one getting fucked. There
was nothing gross about Gareth. Nothing. Even
the thought of his little asshole didn't turn me
off. I was thinking about it then, and my dick
twitched like it wanted to get hard again. But
the pain part. God, I couldn't do something like
that to him. Yeah, right, I thought. Like I hadn't
already done a ton of things to him that I
shouldn't have.

"We better get out of here," I said. "My dad
will be looking for us at the beach."

"Who have you done it with?" Terry asked
Gareth, like I hadn't said anything.

"I'm not doin with you, I can tell you that,"
Gareth laughed. Terry pinched the kid's ass
and with two big fingers tried to spread his
cheeks apart. My tension level shot from
uneasy to really fucking uncomfortable.

Gareth spun around, and tried to throw
his knee into Terry's gut.

"Leave off me."

"Calm down, Junior," Terry grabbed the
knee and held on to it, grinning. "I was only
looking. I'm not after your precious butt."

The side of my ass cheek was still sticky
with his drying spunk and my asshole suddenly
tightened up, thinking of how close that
monster of his had been to it. When I looked
at him, his blue eyes were on me and then he
looked away, letting go of Gareth and sitting
up.

"Let's get the fuck out of here," he said.