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Greetings and welcome back to the cruise. The Bellingham twins notice a pair of teen boy dancers and are pretty sure they are the teen boy they had heard about just before boarding the ship. Will the time come when the twins and the teens meet? Some of your favorites in the Emerald City make appearances at the end of the chapter.
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CHAPTER 45
CRUISE DAY 2—AT SEA
SUNDAY AUGUST 9
7:00 AM
Bryce had set his phone alarm for seven as instructed. “Good morning, little bro,” he said after shutting off his alarm.
“Hey, big bro. Are we still gonna squeeze into that shower together?” Blake yawned. He gave his twin a quick kiss on the lips.
“As soon as I tell you what happened to me last night.”
“Roh, roh, this doesn’t sound good.”
“Trust me, it is good. Remember in health class with Mr.Smithson when we had sex ed?”
“How could I forget?”
“Well, I’m sure you remember him talking about wet dreams,” Bryce said.
“Holy shit, was that what he called recticular remissions or something like that?”
“No, doofus, they’re called nocturnal emissions.”
“Oh yeah. And you mean you had one?” Blake gasped.
“You know it. Chai is gonna find a cum stain on the sheets.” That netted Bryce another kiss; one that was harder and longer than the first.
“What was it like?”
“I had this dream of me sucking two big dicks and them cumming and I had an orgasm and felt the sheet get wet under me,” Bryce said.
“Do you think the two big dicks belonged to those teen dancers we saw dance?” Blake asked.
“I don’t know. I mean it was a dream and all I remember was two big dicks on my face. I don’t know if they had hair or not. But I do know, it sure felt good.”
“I can’t wait to get one.”
“Well, we better not wait to go get our shower.” The twins rose from their roomy bed and squeezed themselves tightly into their tiny walk-in shower. It was so small the two pubescent boys could barely fit at the same time. They washed, dried off, dressed, and went to their parents’ stateroom. The family was heading up to the Horizon Court buffet by seven forty-five.
The twins dug into the buffet breakfast with bacon, scrambled eggs, pancakes, and a bowl of mixed fruit. They agreed that a week of buffet breakfasts was the way to live.
Walker and Christian were awake and deciding whether to get out of bed. Both men were generally early risers but on this Sunday morning, an early rising was the last thing on their minds. Christian, however, always needed a cup of morning coffee to get himself started. He climbed out of bed, went into the kitchen, brewed two cups of coffee in the Keurig, and came back to the bedroom. Walker was fully awake and ready to get out of bed.
"Morning, Walker," Christian said.
"Morning, Chris," Walker replied as he admired Christian's naked body. "Are you making coffee?"
"You're getting to know my morning routine," Christian said with a smile. "I brewed one for you, too. How did we do in the casino last night?"
"We pretty much broke even," Walker said as he climbed out of bed and took the second cup of coffee from Christian. "I was tempted to take a few more spins on the roulette wheel but it's probably better that I didn't."
Walker stood in front of Christian and gently fondled Christian's fluffed cock. "You gave me some wonderful feelings last night."
"The feelings were mutual." Christian ran his hand over Walker's naked torso. The two men shared a kiss.
Walker went into the living room, sat at the desk, and booted up his laptop computer. It was his routine to check emails first thing in the morning and today, there was only one. Mike Corcoran had sent an email advising that he had located and fixed a minor software bug that was causing errors on one of the dispatching console screens. He also wished Walker happy travels.
"Anything serious?" Christian asked.
"Nope - all is well. How about we put on some clothes and go out and walk around the deck for a while. When we get back, we'll order room service breakfast and then grab a shower."
"Sounds perfect," Christian said. "When do you think the boys will be up?"
"No self-respecting teenage boy is out of bed before 9:00am on a Sunday," Walker grinned.
"I remember those days," Christian chuckled.
"Although I have seen cases where Pierce and Drake are awake, but they stay in bed just snuggling and whispering and feeling each other up. We can go for a walk - they'll be ok. But when we get back, I guarantee you they will be hungry."
9:00am
Pierce was cuddled securely against his boyfriend with his back against Drake's chest and his ass pressed tightly against Drake's groin. They'd been awake for about 15 minutes just whispering sweet nothings. Drake reached over Pierce's hip and fondled his semi-hard penis.
"Do you think Walker and Christian slept naked and fucked last night?" Drake whispered.
"I'd say that's two safe bets."
Drake kissed the back of Pierce's neck. "You felt so warm and beautiful to me last night. It's like Dennis said yesterday about him and Mark - we fit together very nicely."
"I liked the way he worded that," Pierce replied. "And he knew damn well that we knew damn well what he was talking about." Pierce rolled over to face Drake and they shared a good morning kiss.
"For sure," Drake said. "And the big blond stud brother can't kid me - he knew damn well what we were talking about, too. The dude's sure got a hell of a body on him."
"You got that right," Pierce chuckled. "Although Dennis is probably hung bigger."
"Yer so bad," Drake laughed as he threw back the covers and rolled out of bed. "I'm gonna make myself a cup of coffee. Would you like a cup?"
"No, thanks," Pierce said as he climbed out of bed and admired Drake's dangling cock. "I'll have a sip or two of yours." They both went to the living room.
Drake brewed a cup of coffee, sat at the desk, and booted up his laptop. Pierce put SportsCenter on the television, joined Drake at the desk, and took a sip of his coffee. Drake connected his phone to the laptop and downloaded a group of pictures taken the previous day.
"I want to send these pics to Chase and Trajan," Drake said. "I figure they'll either show them to all the other guys or forward them or both. You got any pics on your phone that we should send?"
"Yeah, I think so - let's check."
They downloaded Pierce's pictures, Drake put them together with his in a zip file, and attached it to the email he had written. They were just finishing sending the email when Walker and Christian returned from their walk.
"Morning, dad," a still-naked Drake and Pierce said in unison.
"Morning, guys," Walker said. "Whatcha doing?"
"Sending an email to Chase and Trajan," Pierce said. "It's got a bunch of pictures from our phones attached to it."
"I'm sure they'll pass them on to all the other guys."
"What's our breakfast plans?" Drake asked.
"I'm guessing you naked dudes haven't checked outdoors yet," Walker said with a big grin. "It's beautiful out there this morning and they have a tremendous Sunday brunch in the dining room on Deck 7."
"When does it open?" Pierce asked.
"Eleven."
"Aw damn, dad, it's not even ten o'clock and we're starving teens," Pierce complained good-naturedly. "We can't wait that long for food."
"Well, if you'd just cool it for a minute or two, you'll hear room service knocking on the door with the breakfast trays I ordered a few minutes ago. They'll tide you over."
"Thanks, Padre," Drake said. "I knew you'd be on top of the situation."
Drake had barely finished speaking when there was a knock at the door. It was their room steward, Dakila - he had four breakfast trays on his cart. Each tray had a bagel, a roll, some cream cheese, and a container of yogurt.
"Good morning, Dakila," Walker greeted. "That looks delicious."
"Good morning, Walker," Dakila replied as he set the trays on the desk.
Drake and Pierce had a crestfallen look on their faces. "Gosh, dad, is that all there is?" Pierce whined. "We're hungry."
"Come on, Pierce, cool it," Walker said in a semi-scolding tone of voice. "You know me better than that. This is just a breakfast starter - something to keep your appetite at bay. The brunch will be more than enough to fill you up, I guarantee it."
"I know, dad," Pierce said with a smile. "I'm just doing the old chain yanking thing. This looks delicious."
The breakfast starters were, indeed, delicious. It was just enough to prepare them for brunch.
Walker and Christian decided to shower and shave before heading to the brunch. The shower was easily big enough for both of them and the two naked men found themselves aroused far beyond expectations as they soaped each other. Walker fondled Christian's rock-hard cock.
"Suck me," Christian whispered.
Walker knelt in front of Christian and took his six-inch erection into his mouth. Less than half a minute later, Christian delivered half a dozen intense spurts of thick, hot cum into Walker's waiting mouth. Walker stood up with cum drooling down his chin. "Holy fuck," he whispered as the two men kissed. "More than I expected but delicious."
Walker and Christian rinsed off, shaved, and got dressed. At the same time, Drake and Pierce also showered and got dressed.
Before the group headed down to the Piazza for brunch, Drake called home and talked with his mom and dad for a while. Keegan was outside trimming some bushes when Drake called - Natalie went to the door and called him into the house. Both parents were happy to hear from their son - he seemed to be growing up so fast and was making them proud. Drake described how they had waved to Trajan and Levi at the Point and that they were going to brunch in a few minutes. Natalie said she and Keegan would just be relaxing around the house with the Mariner game on TV - they were planning to take Lincoln for a walk after the game. Goodbyes were said - Drake was left with a feeling of how much he loved his parents and how well life seemed to be going while Keegan and Natalie were left with a feeling of how proud they were of Drake and how glad they were that his boyfriend seemed to truly make his life complete.
The hostess seated the four at their table in the brunch area and one of the many servers brought glasses of water and took their orders for drinks. Walker chose a mimosa made with champagne and a delicious mixture of orange, mango, and passion fruit juices. Christian chose a Bloody Mary made with pepper infused vodka, Sapphire special Bloody Mary mix, an olive, a celery stalk, and a slice of lime. Drake chose a Virgin Mary which was a non-alcoholic version of Christian's drink and Pierce chose a virgin mimosa which was a non-alcoholic version of Walker's drink.
"Whoa!" Drake exclaimed as he tasted his Virgin Mary. "This is not just ordinary tomato juice. This stuff tastes awesome."
"It probably has a little Worcestershire sauce in it and possibly a little tabasco," Christian said after sampling his own Bloody Mary. "This is one of the best Bloody Marys I've ever tasted."
Walker took a sip of Christian's Bloody Mary. "It's got celery salt in it, too," he said. "That adds a great flavor."
Pierce took a sip of Drake's Virgin Mary and shook his head. "That's too spicy for me."
Drake took a sip of Pierce's virgin mimosa. "Now this is more than just orange juice," he said. "What other juice is in it? It kinda tastes like Hawaiian punch."
"I know for sure it has mango in it," Walker said as he sampled his mimosa.
Christian took a sip of Walker's mimosa. "I think there's passion fruit juice in it, too" he said. "Maybe just a touch of banana, also."
"Have you ever been to the East Side Sports bar downtown?" Christian asked Walker.
"I have but it's been a bunch of years ago."
"They have mimosas and Bloody Marys on Sundays before the football games," Christian continued. "Their Bloodys are good but not up to the ones they have here."
Ten minutes later the group finished their drinks and got in line for the brunch. Two young men looking to be in their late teens or early twenties were stationed at the head of the table acting as greeters and describing the foods on the brunch tables. Two beautiful ice sculptures and several floral arrangements decorated the table. The sculptures had colored LED lights frozen into the ice and as the lights changed from color to color, they caused the entire sculpture to glow.
The same combo that had played in the Piazza the day before was providing jazz and easy-listening background music for the brunch event. While the group was waiting in line, the combo played Duke Ellington's jazz classic "Don't Get Around Much Anymore" - it was all Drake and Pierce could do to keep from starting to dance while they were in line.
One of the young men at the head of the table was wearing a badge saying his name was Bayani and that he had won a contest for best ice sculpture. Pierce couldn't resist striking up a conversation.
"Good morning, Bayani, I'm Pierce. Did you win the contest for these sculptures? They're beautiful."
"Thank you, Sir Pierce," Bayani replied. "Welcome to our ship and to today's brunch. Yes, I did win the contest for them."
"The lights in the ice are awesome."
"Actually, my roommate suggested the idea of the lights. They turned out beautifully."
The line needed to keep moving so Pierce just said, "Well, have a great day." as he moved along and began serving himself. He knew his remark sounded awfully lame, but he didn't want to hold up the line. For his part, Bayani was wishing he could have talked more extensively with Pierce, but he knew he had a job to do so he resisted.
After serving themselves, the group returned to their table. Walker and Christian had chosen scrambled eggs, sausage, bacon, and blueberry muffins with a cup of Ultra Spice Chai tea. Drake had chosen biscuits and gravy with hash brown potatoes and a latte. Pierce had chosen thick French toast with powdered sugar, butter, and real maple syrup along with American fries. He had followed his dad's example and had a cup of tea. Christian had grabbed a small bowl of cut up fruit and the four of them shared it as they ate.
"Now this is biscuits and gravy the way it should be," Drake enthused. "The biscuit is freshly baked, the sausage in the gravy is perfect, and there's plenty of pepper in it."
"I didn't know you were an authority on B&G," Walker grinned.
"My mom has made great B&G for as long as I can remember and I rate hers a ten. She told me that during the years she worked in a diner, she learned the ideal combination of ingredients."
"That's one place where the Duck and I differ," Pierce said. "Biscuits and gravy and I don't get along."
"You don't know what you're missing," Drake chided.
"Oh yes I do," Pierce replied with a smile. "And by the way, this French toast is perfect."
"How does this idea sound?" Walker asked. "After we finish eating, we go back to the , change into our swimwear, go up to the pool, and enjoy this beautiful day."
"Now you're talking," Christian said with a nod. "I'm betting the scenery is very nice around the pool today."
"You're reading my mind," Walker agreed.
They had finished eating and were ready to head up to their cabin when Drake and Pierce announced they had to do at least one dance. Before Walker could say anything, they rushed down the staircase from Deck 7, where the brunch was held, to Deck 5 where the combo was playing.
Just as they arrived, the combo started playing the "Theme From New York, New York." Although there was no vocal, the gentle swinging rhythm and instantly recognizable melody of the song was more than Drake and Pierce could take. Drake held out his hands to his boyfriend, and Pierce joined him in a dance to one of their favorite songs. One by one, three more couples (none of them male/male) joined Drake and Pierce. The talented teens blew everyone away, including the combo, with their dance moves. Walker and Christian looked down from Deck 7 and shook their heads.
"Those two are unreal," Christian said. "You name it - they can dance to it."
"Yes, and it doesn't matter when or who they're around," Walker chuckled. "If there's music to dance to, they'll do it. I read in the program that there's going to be a fifties rock and roll party here on the ship later this week. I don't recall what day or where on the ship, but you can bet Drake and Pierce will be there."
As Walker and Christian chatted and admired the moves of Pierce and Drake, Blake and Bryce came into the Atrium on Deck 6. They were looking for one of the scavenger hunt items and thought they might find it in the Atrium. The clue was “Mini blue gem”. But they paused their search when they heard the combo playing on the deck below.
They went over to the railing, leaned on the smooth, wooden rail and looked down at Deck 5 and saw four couples dancing. One of the couples was teenage boys. “Hey, those might be the guys who that Trajan kid told us about when we were getting ready to board the ship,” Bryce said. “I don’t remember their names though.”
Blake gave the teens a long look. “I don’t either, but I remember their nicknames. One of them is Duck and the other one is Pooka, or something like that.”
“Plus, one of them has blond hair, one has dark hair and, just like Trajan said,are kickass dancers. I bet that’s gotta be them.”
Each twin thought the teens were really hot, even though they didn’t say so.
When the song ended, everyone in the brunch area applauded. The four couples who had danced laughed and shook hands at how spontaneous it had all been.
"That was a nice version of that song," Pierce remarked. "Although the version by Frank Sinatra that we play at the Swing Dance Club is the classic."
Since Walker and Christian hadn’t come down to Deck 5, Pierce and Drake looked up toward Deck 7 in the area of where they had their Sunday brunch to see if they could get a glimpse of them. But their eyes stopped at Deck 6 when they saw two redheads leaning over the railing.
“Dude, I think those are the twins Trajan and Levi told us about,” Pierce said.
“It’s gotta be. There can’t be two sets of ginger twins on the same cruise ship,” Drake said.
“I wonder if we’ll ever meet them.”
Before Drake could say anything about going up the stairs to meet them, Walker and Christian came up behind them.
“Hey, look who’s up there and tell us those dudes are hot,” Drake said, pointing toward the spot on Deck 6 where they saw the twins.
“Whoa. All I see is an old man and his wife,” Walker said. “Have you guys done a total 180 on your sexual tastes?”
“Never mind. They’ve walked away.”
“How about we walk away and go to our cabin to get dressed for some sun time at the pool,” Walker said. The four of them headed for their cabin to change.
A couple of minutes later in the Atrium, Blake and Bryce saw a beautiful and detailed model of the “Sapphire Princess” in the Deck 6 shopping area. “Hey, a sapphire is a jewel or gem or whatever,” Bryce said.
“Then the model’s gotta be our mini-Sapphire.” Blake grinned. They saw a crew member down the corridor whose white shirt and blue shorts had him looking like he might be an entertainment staff member. He was, in fact, and was the keeper of the scavenger station. He read each of their medallions with his phone and congratulated the boys on figuring out the clue. The twins then left to find their parents.
(1:00 PM)
The twins spent the day at the pool, in the teen center, playing games, including a pickup basketball game, and eating. They got to know Tracy better and met a couple of other young teenagers. They also met Linda, who had the cabin next to them. They thought she was nice for a girl. They kept busy.
One thing that kept them busy was the scavenger hunt. It was something they could do anytime between nine and four. They picked up the instructions at the Teen Center and searched on and off for the ten items on the list. They didn’t have to find any objects; all they had to do was find the ten locations and check in with their medallions. Anyone who found all ten locations won a prize, which was one of the mega ice cream/candy desserts.
During the hunt they ran across Tracy as well as Linda. They enjoyed chatting with Tracy and made a date to meet him at Neptune’s Reef pool. Linda annoyed them by asking what locations they had found, even after they told her it was their secret.
“Fine, then I won’t tell you what I found,” she said. “I thought since we were neighbors we could work together. We’d have it finished in no time.”
“We don’t care when we get it finished. Right now, we’re going to meet a friend we made yesterday,” Blake said.
“What’s her name?”
“Tracy.” He didn’t bother to tell Linda that she was a he.
“I’ll show you my boobs if you go with me on the hunt.”
“No thanks. We gotta go meet Tracy.”
“Maybe later,” Linda said to the two retreating boys.
“Girls…” Bryce huffed.
“Yeah, like I care about her boobs,” Blake said. “Now if it was Tracy offering to show us his dick, I might have to think about it.”
“Ditto for me.”
The boys then went to the cabin, changed into their swimming trunks, and headed up to the Lido deck to meet Tracy. They enjoyed a couple of hours of pure fun in the pool along with making a really nice new friend.
1:30pm
In their bedroom, Walker and Christian changed into their swimwear. Before they came out of the bedroom, they shared a kiss.
"Thanks again for having me here," Christian said. "I'm loving it."
"I'm loving having you here," Walker replied quietly. "Thank you again for giving me a lot of beautiful feelings last night." Walker offered Christian another kiss which was readily accepted. Neither man was ready to say 'I love you' but as their friendship deepened, the temptation was increasing. The two of them slipped into their flip-flops, wrapped a towel around their waists, and came out of the bedroom.
Meanwhile, in their bedroom, Drake and Pierce were also changing into their swimwear. Both boys had brought along a pair of very snug, blue-trimmed, white Speedos which hugged their slim, athletic waists tightly and displayed their teenaged asses to perfection.
Drake was a very nicely endowed sixteen-year-old and when he pulled on his Speedos, he was inspired to intentionally arrange his cock to point sideways toward his hip. The bulge was beyond obvious and Pierce noticed it immediately. He came over to his boyfriend and gently planted a tongue-filled kiss on his mouth.
"Damn, dude," he whispered, "are we flaunting our endowment a little bit today?" He ran his fingertips around Drake's flared cockhead.
Drake returned the kiss. "Hey - I figure if you've got it, flaunt it."
"Well, one thing's for sure," Pierce replied. "I've got you and I'm sure as hell going to flaunt that."
Drake and Pierce each slipped into their flip-flops, grabbed towels, wrapped them around their waists, and came out of the bedroom.
"Are you guys ready to go?" Drake asked. "We are."
"Let's hit it," Walker said.
After a quick elevator ride up to Deck 14, they entered the pool area. Walker immediately recognized the caterers that had served the Magnolia Madness party, Vance and Cable Preston and Cable's husband Shaun, lounging comfortably around a table near the pool. Vance spied Walker, stood up, and motioned the group over to where they were sitting.
Cable had won a hairy chest contest the night before - an easy victory considering the blanket of thick golden-brown fur that covered the 28-year-old's body. His husband, Shaun, was 25 and looked for all the world like an older version of Pierce: blond hair, blue eyes, swimmer's body. The silver rings in his pierced nipples added an eye-catching accent. Neither Cable nor Shaun had failed to observe the intentional display in Drake's Speedos. The whole group gathered around the table.
"So, what's up, guys?" Vance greeted. "Great to see you."
"Good to see you guys," Walker replied. "What all have you been doing on the ship?"
"Well, we had a great dinner last night," Vance replied. "I gotta say I think the food we prepare is better, but I'm prejudiced. We hit the casino, did a little gambling, and basically broke even. My furball brother won the hairy chest contest."
"It probably wasn't much of a contest," Walker said with a laugh. "What did you win?"
"One free drink ticket and a kiss from the hostess," Cable said dryly but with a grin.
"I still say he should have gotten some kind of extra credit," Shaun said with a leer as he lasciviously ran his hands over his husband's muscular, hair-covered body.
"Okay, okay," Cable said modestly. "Let's move on to the next subject."
The group of seven talked for a while about the parties Vance and Cable had catered at Walker's house and how much fun it had been at the Madness party when Marty and Rich stopped by.
"I couldn't believe it when you guys brought that dart machine and set it up in the gazebo," Drake raved. "That was dope!"
"I know there's plans being talked about for a welcome home party at my house after we get back from the cruise," Walker said. "I hope we can work things out to have you cater us."
"We're getting booked up for the Fall season when people have their last cookout of the year," Vance said. "As soon as you know a date, let us know."
"Have you guys talked dates?" Walker asked Pierce and Drake.
"We haven't talked dates at all, Dad," Pierce replied. "We wanted to ask you first. All we've done is talk with Chase and Dillon and Trajan and Levi about possibly having a party."
"We've catered at Walker's house enough that we know the layout well and we know the kinds of food all the guys like," Cable told Vance. "Shaun and I could probably cater an event there alone if necessary."
"That would be OK with me if the schedule works out that way," Vance said.
"We'll get a date locked in and let you know ASAP," Walker told Vance.
Vance nodded. "Works for me."
"I saw you guys dance at the Madness party," Shaun said to Drake and Pierce. "You're incredible dancers. I need to get to one of your parties just to dance along with you." There was a touch of suggestiveness in his voice.
"We'll see what we can work out," Cable said to his husband in a tone of voice that indicated he knew exactly where Shaun was going. Cable knew his husband was a fantastic dancer in the clubs. He knew that if Shaun got to dancing with the teens, clothes would start coming off although he also knew that if the party was at Walker's house, the clothes would probably already be off if, indeed, they had even been worn in the first place. At the same time, Drake and Pierce were relishing the possibility of Cable and Shaun catering an event.
As they talked, Drake noticed the gold heart-shaped pendant Shaun was wearing on his neck chain and asked him about it. Shaun took it off and showed it to Drake and Pierce. It had the initials 'CP' and 'SS' entwined together within the heart outline.
"Cable and I both wear one of these along with our wedding rings," Shaun explained. "I had the pendants made right after we became lovers just as a sign of our love. It's our initials Cable Preston and Shaun Stewart. After we got married, we started wearing our wedding rings of course but we decided to keep wearing the pendants since they've kinda been a togetherness symbol from the start."
Drake and Pierce both looked closely at the pendant. "This is beautiful," Drake said. "I can see something like this with ‘PB’ and ‘DM’ on it." He and Pierce looked at each other and exchanged nods and a quick kiss.
"Can I take a picture of it?" Pierce asked. "It's beautiful."
"Sure, no problem," Shaun said. Pierce took a picture of the pendant and both boys began formulating plans in the back of their minds of how they could buy and wear something similar. Just then Vance's phone chimed.
"I just got a text from Lee and Eddie," Vance said. Lee and Eddie ran a food supply business that Vance and Cable often used in their catering operation. "They're down in the Wheelhouse bar and inviting us to join them. You want to go down there?"
"Sure - let's go," Cable said.
Vance sent a reply to Lee and Eddie that he and Cable and Shaun needed to go to their cabin, change into shorts and T-shirts, and they would be at the Wheelhouse in a few minutes.
"We'll stick here at the pool for now," Walker said as he stood up and shook hands with Vance and Cable. "Great to see you guys."
"Great to see you guys, too," Vance replied. "Keep us informed about your party date."
"Will do," Walker said.
Just as Vance, Cable, and Shaun were leaving, Pierce's phone rang. It was Dennis, the teen he had met the day before at the Teen Center.
"Hey, Dennis," Pierce greeted. "Sup?"
"Hey, Pierce. Got a question."
"Shoot."
"Are you guys planning to go to the formal dinner thing tonight?"
"Yup," Pierce replied. "We're at the swimming pool now and we're just getting ready to go back to our cabin and grab a quick shower and get dressed for the dinner. Are you guys going?"
"Yeah. Me and Gary and the 'rents are planning to be there at 5:00pm. We're wondering if you four guys would like to do a meetup there and have dinner together. Do you have a reservation?” Dennis asked.
"Lemme ask my dad."
Pierce explained the substance of Dennis's call to Walker.
"I love that idea," Walker said. "I have a reservation for the Juneau dining room and if all eight of us get there together I see no problem with getting a table for eight."
Pierce returned to his conversation with Dennis. "Dad says he has a reservation for the Juneau dining room and if we all arrive at 5:00pm there should be no trouble getting a table for eight."
"Awesome," Dennis replied. "I'll let my 'rents know. Hey, it'll be dope seeing you dudes again."
"Did you tell your parents that Drake and I are boyfriends?"
"That was the FIRST thing we told them," Dennis said firmly. "Hey, Pierce - don't sweat it. My dad and mom are cool to the max - they treat me and Mark like any other couple, and they'll treat you and Drake the same. We loved talking with you guys yesterday and dad and mom are both looking forward to meeting you."
"Sounds perfect, Dennis. See you at 5:00pm in the Juneau dining room."
"You got it. Later."
"Later."
Pierce disconnected the call. "All set up," he said. "Gary and Dennis and their parents will meet us at 5:00pm at the Juneau."
The Bledsoe family headed to their cabin to dress for dinner.
4:00pm
"Have you known Vance and Cable for quite a while?" Christian asked as he and Walker went into their bedroom and changed out of their swimwear.
"About three years," Walker replied. "I started having an annual holiday party for my employees three years ago and they have catered it for me ever since. This year is the first time I've had them cater events at the house though and they love doing it."
"Are they both gay?"
"No. Cable is for sure, of course. Vance claims he's bisexual - and as you know there are people who say there is no such thing. In the end, I like them both and they are great caterers so, for me, that's the bottom line."
Walker and Christian took a quick shower together, dried off, put on their suits, and relaxed in the living room.
Meanwhile, in the other bedroom, Drake and Pierce pulled off their Speedos. Pierce faced Drake and kissed him as he fondled Drake's cock and balls.
"I think your flaunting might have, um, shall we say, attracted a few glances. Shaun's eyeballs were ready to fall out of their sockets."
Drake laughed and returned Pierce's kiss. "Mission accomplished and no harm done," he said with a big smile. "I was thinking on the way up here that I kinda hope I end up with a nice beard but I'm not sure I'd want hair all over me like Cable's got."
"You probably won't have much to say about it," Pierce said as they got into the shower. "Although the way your pits and pubes and leg hairs are growing, I wouldn't want to bet one way or the other."
"I'm sure you're right," Drake admitted. "But you know, I could handle having rings in my nipples like Shaun's got. I'd really like that."
For a guy, Drake had large, meaty nipples - they were one of the most erogenous parts of his body. More than once, Pierce had licked and nibbled Drake's nipples and caused him to have a no-touch cum. Pierce gently touched Drake's left nipple with his tongue and felt it harden immediately.
"Mmmm, I think I could handle that, too," Pierce said. "I love playing with your nips."
"Well, maybe someday. One of the dudes at the deli has got pierced nipples," Drake said as he turned off the shower. "I need to ask him where he got them done."
The boys toweled off, threw on some deodorant and fragrance, and dressed in the same outfits they had worn at the restaurant the first night they met.
"These clothes take me back to Luigi's," Pierce said.
"Me, too," Drake replied. "I love you so much. Let's go eat."
"I'm getting hungry," Walker announced as Drake and Pierce walked into the living room. "Let's head for the Juneau dining room. It's five to five - we don't want to be late."
(5:00 pm)
Gary and Dennis and their parents were waiting at the dining room entrance when the Bledsoe family arrived.
"Hey, Pierce! Hey Drake!" Gary greeted. He and Drake shared a fist bump and a hug. For a brief moment Drake wanted to run his hand through Gary's long blond hair but he caught himself in time.
Dennis and Pierce shared a hug. "Awesome to see you dudes again," Dennis said. Pierce couldn't help adding a tiny bit of passion to the hug as he took in the scent of the body wash Dennis had used. "Damn, you smell good," he whispered.
"Apparently the guys have already met," Gary and Dennis's dad said to Walker and Christian with a hearty laugh. "I'm Don Colson, this is my wife Sherry, and these are our sons Gary and Dennis. We're from Bellingham."
"I'm Walker Bledsoe," Walker replied. "This is my friend Christian McConnell, and this is my son Pierce and his boyfriend Drake. We're from Seattle."
Handshakes were exchanged all around. One of the ever-present photographers on the ship approached the group, introduced himself as Sherm from Vancouver, and asked if they would like some photographs taken. Walker took control of the situation - he offered to foot the bill for whatever pictures the group decided they'd like and would see to it that both families got digital copies of the pictures. Sherm took pictures of all the family members both individually and in groups. One of the pictures he took was of Gary, Dennis, Drake, and Pierce standing together with their arms around each other's shoulders. They didn't know it at the time, but that picture would become a classic keepsake that all four boys would treasure for the rest of their lives.
After all the pictures had been taken, Walker made arrangements with Sherm for payment. Sherm explained that there was a photo lab on the ship and he would download the pictures he had taken to the lab, keeping them separate by family, and the lab would prepare discs containing the pictures. The discs would then be available to the families before they left the ship on Saturday.
Walker explained the handling of the pictures to the entire group, and they agreed that it all sounded good. One of the dining room attendants escorted the two families to their table.
Gary was wearing a gray suit with a black silk shirt and tie. It was the same suit he had worn at his high school graduation ceremony and was custom tailored to complement his muscular body.
Dennis was wearing gray slacks, a dark blue shirt with a white tie, and a light blue and white striped jacket. With Dennis, of course, there was always something a little bit over-the-top and, in this case, it was a pair of shiny black pointy-toed, high heeled, Beatle boots straight out of the sixties.
"Those boots are sick," Pierce said admiringly. "Where did you get them?"
"Downtown Bellingham in a second-hand store," Dennis said. "I love them. They fit perfect. I had to get the heels repaired but, other than that, they really are in pretty good shape."
The two families sat down with the four boys sitting together and the four adults sitting across from them. Their assistant waiter brought glasses of water to everyone at the table and then took their drink orders.
"Christian, are you related to the McConnell Distributing Company?" Don asked. "I've seen McConnell trucks up in Bellingham."
"Yes, I am," Christian replied. "My dad owns the company. I've been involved with the liquor distributing business pretty much for as long as I can remember. There's an emerging craft beer industry in Bellingham and our delivery services are becoming part of it. It can be a complex business to operate."
"I'm in partnership with the guys that own Legends Pub in Bellingham," Don said. "It's a craft brewery and they have a very solid customer base."
"They're one of our good customers," Christian said. "Len and Luke are great guys to work with."
Their waiter approached the table, introduced himself as Bayani, and took food orders. The orders varied from seafood to beef to chicken to pasta. As he took Pierce's order, the two young men remembered having seen each other at the brunch.
"Good evening, Mr. Pierce," Bayani said. "Welcome to our dining room and thank you again for your earlier compliment on my ice sculptures." Bayani looked to be about 20 and the way he blended friendliness and professionalism was exquisite.
"Hello again, Bayani," Pierce said with a smile. "Your sculptures were beautiful and the French toast I had for breakfast was perfect."
"Thank you so much," Bayani said as he moved to take the next order. "Please enjoy your dinner."
Gary gave Pierce a friendly wink. "Okay, dude - fill us in on what that was all about."
"We went to the brunch earlier today and Bayani was standing at the head of the serving table greeting guests," Pierce explained. "He was wearing a badge saying his name was Bayani and that he had won a contest for best ice sculpture. There were two beautiful ice sculptures on the table. Each one had a string of multi-colored LED lights frozen into the ice and as the lights changed colors, the whole sculpture glowed a different color. They were his prize-winning sculptures, and they were really awesome."
"And naturally," Drake cut in, "being the friendly dude that he is, Pierce struck up a conversation with Bayani and started holding up the brunch line."
"I just wanted to compliment him on his sculptures," Pierce said defensively.
Drake almost said, “You just wanted to ask him what he was doing when he got off work." But he managed to hold his tongue.
"Well, anyway - where were we?" Gary asked. "Who was talking?"
Dennis pointed at his dad. "I think dad was talking."
"I also own an auto parts and accessories business that I took over from my dad," Don continued. "I understand what Christian says about a business being complex. Our business has changed from selling basic parts for gasoline engines to selling high-end accessories for vehicles like custom wheels, custom LED lighting, sound systems, and interior trims. I've always been a car nut - Gary and Dennis are both into cars too, especially Gary."
Gary dug out his phone, looked up a picture of his pickup, and showed it to Walker and Christian. "That's my truck," he said.
"Beautiful," Walker said. "Is that custom paint?"
"No, it's factory paint," Gary said. "I added the striping."
"What's your line of work, Walker?" Sherry asked.
"I own a company called Transportation Solutions LLC," Walker replied. "I founded the company several years ago. We market hardware and software to the trucking and transportation industries for controlling dispatching, vehicle maintenance, and spare parts inventory. Virtually all of the ORCA card readers for Sound Transit use our software."
"Do you folks get down to Seattle now and then to see a Mariner game?" Drake asked.
"We get there four or five times a year and it's always a blast," Gary said enthusiastically. "We charter a bus and make it a group trip."
"I work with the guys that own Legends Pub to charter the bus," Don explained. "They gather a bunch of their good customers together and I get my wife and my store staff and some of our customers together and, along with Gary and a bunch of his friends and Dennis and Mark and a bunch of their friends, we fill up the bus. It's always a great time."
"Which bus company do you use?" Walker asked.
"Wagner Transportation."
"They're one of my company's customers," Walker said. "They use our software for dispatching and creating timetables."
Just then their two servers arrived at the table with their orders. They very carefully and professionally placed each order in front of the proper person.
"That was beautifully done," Sherry commented as the serving team walked away. "They must have some kind of system that told them which order went to which person."
"Whatever the system is, it sure worked to perfection," Walker added.
"For games where we don't get to Seattle we just get together at The Hangout," Dennis said.
"Where's The Hangout?" Pierce asked.
"In our basement," Dennis replied with a grin.
"Over the past few years, the boys and I have put together a pretty decent man cave in our basement," Don explained. "You know - big screen, dart game, pool table, pinball, LED lights, music system. We call it The Hangout. We spend a lot of time down there. The staff from my store and Gary and Dennis's friends love to come over for games on TV, especially college football. Sometimes the neighbors stop by, too."
"I could dig that atmosphere," Drake said. "And something tells me a huge amount of pizza gets eaten at The Hangout during games."
"You got it - and it's not only pizza," Gary said. "My mom and my girlfriend Mallory and Dennis's boyfriend Mark get together upstairs in the kitchen and cook up a storm. Tacos, burritos, meatball sandwiches, calzones, you name it."
"There's nothing really complicated about it," Sherry laughed. "You just have to get a huge amount of ingredients to prepare enough food to satisfy the crowd - and our kitchen is big enough to handle it all."
"Pierce told us yesterday that he's into cooking and baking," Dennis said. "He'd fit right in with you guys in the kitchen."
"I'm sure I could help," Pierce said with a smile. "But I'd want to be down there watching the game, too."
"We don't always do the food in the kitchen," Dennis said. "Sometimes peeps bring all the food as dishes to pass and other times it's easier to just order out."
"My man cave is pretty much my whole back yard," Walker said. "It has a two-level deck, a swimming pool, glass enclosed shower area, gazebo with TV, and an outdoor kitchen. Given Seattle's weather, there's times when we can't use it but when the weather is decent, which is really most of the time, Pierce and Drake and all their friends love partying out there."
"Walker, I love the idea of the outdoor kitchen," Sherry said. "We don't have the space outside to build one - if we did, I’m sure we'd do it."
"It really does add a great element to the space," Walker said. "Pierce and I cook together and eat together out there quite a bit. Guests can bring their own burgers or brats or whatever and do their own grilling. When we have a good-sized event, I have a favorite caterer who does the food prep in the outdoor kitchen."
Gary and Dennis listened intently to Walker's description of his outdoor entertainment area and visions of skinny-dipping immediately came to their minds. They knew the formal dinner table wasn't the proper place to bring up that subject, but they vowed to ask Drake and Pierce about it later.
"The other part of our basement is my salon," Sherry said. "I'm a work-from-home beautician - and I style my sons' hair on the side. I don't do Don's hair - he says he wants a BARBER to give him a haircut, not a hair stylist."
Don shrugged. "Just the way I am, I guess," he said with a grin.
"Doing my hair isn't much of a challenge," Gary said. "Just a trim now and then."
"Gary's loved long hair since he was twelve," Sherry remarked. "He's had hair to his shoulders ever since."
"I just think it looks good on me," Gary said.
"I think it does, too," Drake said with just a hint of a leer.
"I love the way you styled Dennis's hair," Pierce said to Sherry. "With the frosted tips and everything. Dennis showed us a picture of his boyfriend. Do you style his hair, too?"
"Oh, absolutely," Sherry said. "Mark has beautiful naturally curly hair and just the right number of curls for a classic broccoli hairstyle."
'He also has beautiful naturally curly pubes and the beginning of a beautiful naturally curly treasure trail,' Dennis thought to himself. All the talk about his boyfriend had Dennis thinking about Mark and realizing how much he missed having him on the cruise. The travel schedules just hadn't worked out though.
Dennis grabbed his phone, pulled up a picture of his boyfriend, and showed it to Walker and Christian. "That's Mark," he said. Walker and Christian both nodded their approval.
Just then one of the dining room servers brought a tray of dessert samples to the table. The desserts looked rich as all get out and the whole group decided it was time to share. Walker ordered strawberry cheesecake, Don ordered a slice of rum cake, Gary ordered pumpkin cheesecake, and Drake ordered a brownie with chocolate sauce. The desserts were delicious - the sharing commenced and, in the end, almost everybody at the table had tried a taste of every dessert.
"My sister, Patty, is a nail tech," Sherry chattered on. "She has a shop in the mall. I think she did Dennis's nails before we left for the cruise."
"She did," Dennis said with a grin as he showed off his dark blue nail polish. "And she does a lot neater job than I can."
Sherry couldn't help chuckling. "She also told me that she knows women who would give anything to have nails as beautiful as Dennis's."
"Mom!!" Dennis whined.
"Well, it's true."
"Yeah, I know."
Both mother and son had a twinkle in their eye - they obviously were pulling each other's legs and loving every minute of it.
"When does school start in Bellingham?" Drake asked.
Dennis grabbed his phone and pulled up the Bellingham High School calendar page. "August 26th this year," he said. "It's the last Wednesday in August."
"It's coming up on seven o'clock," Don said. "We'd better head to the theater if we want to see the show."
The two families complimented the dining room staff on how delicious the food was, thanked them for their service, and headed for the Princess Theater. The guest performer was a juggler who had everyone oohing and aahing and laughing at his stunts, a couple of which involved passengers who were “volunteered” and brought up on stage from the audience. After the presentation, the Colsons and the Bledsoes gathered outside the theater to exchange goodnights.
"It was Pierce and Dennis who got us together for our dinner tonight, so we owe them a round of applause," Sherry said with a big smile. Everyone in the group applauded.
Don Colson shook Walker's and Christian's hands. "Truly a pleasure meeting you folks," he said sincerely. "Are you going ashore in Ketchikan tomorrow?"
"Yes, we'll be there," Walker said.
"We're going, too," Don said. "Hope to see you there."
"Thank you again for buying the pictures," Sherry said to Walker.
"Sherry and I are going to go down to the Wheelhouse Bar for a nightcap," Don said to Walker and Christian. "Would you like to join us?"
"Thank you," Walker replied. "Sounds good."
"Is there a band there tonight?" Gary asked.
"I believe so," Don said.
"Dennis and I will stop in for a while and check out the music," Gary said. Dennis nodded his agreement.
"Drake and I are going to head up to the cabin and see what movies are on TV," Pierce said.
"Ok, son," Walker said. "We'll be back to the cabin in a little while."
Drake and Pierce headed to the elevator. "That was a great dinner," Drake said as he pressed the button for the elevator. "My steak was outstanding." The elevator arrived, the door opened, and the boys entered.
"I had pasta primavera," Pierce replied. He pressed the button for Deck 10. "The combination of vegetables was delicious. Actually, Bayani recommended it to me as I placed my order with him."
4:00 PM
Blake and Bryce’s mother insisted they take a shower before dressing for dinner. The twins said since they had spent a lot of time in a swimming pool they didn’t need to shower. Helen told them they needed to wash off the chlorine and “whatever else” they’d picked up in the pool. Plus, they’d been active after swimming.
“This is a formal dinner, and formal people should be sparkling clean,” Helen had insisted. The twins knew that they wouldn’t win the argument when their father backed their mother.
The twins went to their cabin. They took their formal clothes out of the closet and laid them out on their bed. They then undressed and decided to play finger match to see who got the first shower; they had learned their lesson that morning. “I’ll match you,” Blake said. He counted down from three to one. At one each boy had to show either one or two fingers. They both showed two fingers, making Blake the winner.
“The size of those showers sucks,” Bryce said. “One big adult would have a tough time fitting into those things.”
Christian and Walker had been able to shower together because the suite showers were much larger than the those in the standard staterooms.
Blake agreed and went into the bathroom to shower and slap on some deodorant. It only took five minutes for both boys to shower. Their attire consisted of gray slacks, light blue dress shirt, red necktie, and navy blue sportscoat. The ties were clip-ons, so they didn’t have to mess with tying them. After they were fully dressed, they looked in the mirror to make sure everything, including their hair, was in place.
“I think we look epically good,” Blake said.
“Oh, hell no. We look fucking A good,” Bryce said.
“I asked dad why he tied his own necktie instead of using a clip-on and he said it was so he could make his knot the way he wanted it to look instead of the way somebody else wanted it look.”
“Whatever that means.”
“What it means is that we look totally awesome.”
At four thirty the twins went to their parents’ cabin. Helen praised the boys for how good they looked. “I don’t even have to adjust your ties.”
“They’re certainly ready to impress the girls,” Jeff grinned.
“Whatever. Let’s go eat,” Blake said.
“As soon as your grandparents get here,” Helen said.
She barely got the words out when there was a knock on the door. Blake opened the door for his grandparents. Grandma Margaret embarrassed both boys with her effusive praise. “You two are just so incredibly handsome,” was the start of a thirty-second flood of admiration.
On the way to the Ketchikan dining room, the family stopped at one of the photography locations. Since nobody was in line, they decided to have their pictures taken. A backdrop with a bow view of the “Sapphire Princess” was set up. Sam, the photographer, was from Halifax, Canada. He was friendly and professional.
He took pictures with all six of the Randalls, together with, pictures of the grandparents together, of Jeff and Helen as a couple and then with the twins. He took an individual picture of each person.
“I’ll let you folks decide who is who when you purchase the pictures,” Sam grinned.
“Trust me, we’ll know,” Helen said.
He finished up with a couple of shots of the twins together. One of them had the twins standing side by side, their arms around each other’s shoulders as they looked at each other with knowing smiles. Helen had no doubt that it was going to be one of the pictures they would purchase.
From there they went to the dining room, where they were seated at a table for eight. They were joined by the Winstons, a retired couple from Idaho. Dave had been the police chief of a small town, and his wife Wendy had been an elementary school teacher. They were a likeable, chatty couple. While the twins would have preferred somebody their own age at the table, they liked the Winstons who didn’t treat them like little kids. Instead, the Winstons showed a genuine interest in what they had to say.
Blake enjoyed a steak and Bryce had the chicken dinner. Dessert was an ice cream sundae for Blake and New York cheesecake with strawberries for Bryce. A photographer came by and asked if they wanted their pictures taken at the table. The adults politely declined, but the twins had a picture taken of them feeding each other, which had the adults in stitches.
After dinner they took in a show in the Princess Theater. Like the Bledsoes they thoroughly enjoyed the juggling act.
<8:15 pm>
After the show, the Randalls exited the theater on Deck 6. Jeff, the twins’ dad, told them the adults would be heading to the Crooner’s Bar for some relaxation. The Crooner’s Bar was on Deck 7. “You boys can either go to your cabin or to the Youth Center. Just tell us where you end up,” he said.
The twins started up the starboard side stairs to return to their cabin while their parents and grandparents went to the Crooner's Bar to enjoy nightcaps and the pianist performing in the lounge.
“That dinner was epic,” Bryce said as he and his brother headed up the forward stairs.
“Yep, and the show was even epicker,” Blake said.
“Epicker? I don’t think there is such a word.”
“Nothing says I can’t make a word up.”
“How about saying the show was awesome and letting it go at that.”
“Well, okay I can live with that,” Blake said as they reached Deck 7. “Where are we going?”
“How about we go to the cabin and change out of these frigging suits and then decide if we want to stay and watch a movie or something on TV or go up to the Teen Center and see what’s happening there.”
“Sounds like the bomb,” Blake said as they reached Deck 8. “I don’t care how handsome Grandma Margaret says we look, this shirt and tie shit is no fun to wear. And how about this for an idea? We change out of everything down to our birthday suits and play around on our bed.”
“I like how you think, little bro. But we can decide when the time comes,” Bryce said as they reached Deck 9. The brothers climbed quietly up to Deck 10, their home deck. They started across the foyer from the starboard side to the port side where their cabin was located. Just then one of the three elevators dinged its arrival.
The elevator arrived at Deck 10 and the door opened. Drake and Pierce walked out of the elevator and directly into the path of Blake and Bryce who were walking down the corridor. The twins were briefly speechless.
"I’m Blake. This is my twin brother, Bryce. Are you guys the dancing dudes?" Blake finally said excitedly.
“None other!” Pierce grinned.
Drake pulled the picture Trajan had given him out of his pocket. "It matches," he said with a big smile.
"Do we have to guess which is Duck and which is Pooka or will you tell us?" Bryce asked.
Pierce smiled at the twins. They were obviously beside themselves with excitement. "I'm Pooka," Pierce said. "My real name is Pierce and I'm 15. And this is my boyfriend Duck, whose real name is Drake and he's 16."
"Me and Blake are both the same age," Bryce said breathlessly. He was so excited he didn't realize he had stated the obvious. "We'll be 13 the day after tomorrow!"
“Hey guys, that totally kicks ass. I hope we get to see you on your birthday,” Pierce said.
"We've seen you guys three or four times all over the ship," Blake said. "We saw you dancing together today after the brunch. You dudes are awesome dancers."
"I see you guys went to the formal dinner tonight,” Drake said as he noted how the twins were dressed.
"We sure did," Blake said. "I had steak and Bryce had chicken." Both Blake and Bryce were literally shaking with the excitement of meeting the older boys.
"Are you dudes going ashore tomorrow at Ketchikan?" Pierce asked. "We are."
"We are, too," Bryce said. "Maybe see you there?"
"That'd be cool," Drake said. "We're going to head to our cabin. It was awesome meeting you dudes."
"Epic meeting you dudes," Blake said. "We're gonna head to our cabin, too."
The boys all bumped fists and headed for their cabins.
(10:00pm)
Walker and Christian returned to their cabin shortly after 10:00pm. Drake and Pierce had just finished watching "Raiders Of The Lost Ark" - they were sitting on the couch naked with their arms around each other.
"We have our first port of call tomorrow," Walker said. "I think we'll enjoy it. Meanwhile, a good night's sleep will feel mighty good."
Pierce nodded. "That's for sure. Hey Dad, guess who we saw on our way up here."
"Santa Claus?"
Pierce gave his dad a kiss-my-ass look. "No. Blake and Bryce, those two gingers that Trajan and Levi told us about." Drake pulled out the picture of the twins that Trajan had given him and showed it to Walker and Christian.
"They are gingers for sure," Christian said. "How old are they?"
"They are turning thirteen on Tuesday," Pierce said.
Drake and Pierce said goodnight and went into their bedroom. After brushing and flossing, the boys stripped naked and bedded down.
"I had such a great time today," Pierce whispered.
"I did, too," Drake whispered. "The brunch was beautiful."
"Blake and Bryce sure do have red hair, don't they?" Pierce remarked. "I'd say their red is even more intense than Levi's although Levi would probably disagree."
"I agree," Drake said. "Although I think they could do with a bit of a hairstyle update. Gary and Dennis's mom could do wonders with their hair."
Pierce gave Drake a kiss. "True. But then everybody can't have the total superstud look like we have."
"Ah, you speak the truth, my love. We'll have to talk with them some more tomorrow. They seem like real nice dudes - and cute, too.
The boys settled their bodies together and shared an 'I love you' and a good night kiss. They were asleep in no time.
Walker and Christian turned off the TV and went into their bedroom a few minutes later. After finishing their bathroom needs, they shared a kiss and bedded down. They, too, were asleep in no time.
“I can’t believe we actually talked to Duck and Pooka,” Blake gushed as the Randall twins headed down the corridor to their cabin. Since their cabin was on the port side and Pierce and Drake’s cabin was on the starboard side, they headed forward in two different corridors.
“It’s like meeting a couple of celebrities,” Bryce said.
“I don’t know about that, but with the way they dance they’re at least big-time dudes.” They entered their cabin and immediately stripped down to their underwear, tossing their clothes on the couch. “I’ll never again say that boys don’t dance.”
“Me either,” Blake said. “But I will say that twins don’t dance.”
“Do you think they were hot looking?”
“Hot looking? That sounds so gay.”
“And your point is?” Bryce asked.
“My point is, they’re gay, so they must be hot looking.”
“I swear I’ve got the dorkiest little twin brother in the whole world.”
“Is he so dorky you do n’t want nothing to do with this?” Blake said as he pulled off his underpants revealing his hard-on.
“Oh, I want everything to do with that,” Bryce said as he followed suit.
Just as the brothers finished a satisfactory 69 there was a loud knock at their door. The boys popped up and quickly pulled on their underpants.
“Wow, we barely got finished,” Blake whispered.
“Well, as dad likes to tell us, timing is everything.”
Blake opened the door and wasn’t surprised to see his parents and grandparents standing outside.
“We just came to tuck you in and say good night,” their mother, Helen, said as the adults entered the room. “And judging by your state of undress, you are ready for bed.”
“We haven’t brushed our fangs yet,” Blake said.
“Then how about we each give the boys a quick hug and head for our own cabins,” Grandma Margaret said.
The boys agreed to the idea and stoically accepted their hugs. Jeff, their father, gave the last hug. Looking at the state of their bed and noting the faint smell of sex in the air, Jeff couldn’t help but wonder if the boys had been stripped down to their birthday suits enjoying each other’s bodies. The thought gave him a bit of a tingle.
“By the way, we met Pierce and Drake. We all came up to our deck at the same time,” Bryce said after the hugs and good nights were finished.
“Those are the dudes we called Pooka and Drake,” Blake pointed out.
“They were really nice.”
“I hope they realized that you two are really nice, too,” Helen said. “Now, get to bed. Remember, we need to get up early tomorrow to have breakfast and get ready for our nine o’clock excursion.”
The adults left. They got naked again, brushed their fangs, and cuddled up in bed.
"Damn, bro," Blake grumbled. "We're gonna be thirteen in two days - we don't need to be 'tucked in' any more."
"C'mon, bro, give Mom some slack," Bryce replied. "She's our Mom - moms need that shit."
"Okay, okay, I know," Blake conceded. "I can buy into the hugs but the tucking in needs to stop. That's for little kids."
Bryce kissed his brother on the lips. "I'll see if I can drop a hint," he said. "I love you, bro."
"Love you, too."
The brothers fell quickly to sleep.
SEATTLE
10:30 AM
Madison woke up at 10:40 with a raging hardon and an incredible urge to see Logan so he could show it off. He went to the bathroom and with a lot of grunting and groaning he managed to push down his erection and piss into the toilet without missing the toilet bowl. After flushing the toilet and washing his hands, he headed out to the kitchen to rustle up some breakfast.
His four-inch hairless erection remained hard even after pissing. He knew it was because his mind was focused on Logan. Since his mother, Laurie, had seen him naked often since the day he was born and had seen him erect, especially as he somehow sneaked his way into puberty, he had no problem with it. Carmen, his mother’s fiancé, also had no problem with Madison being naked and erect in front of her. In fact, she relished the opportunities to observe his budding sexuality. Their only rules were that he put on clothes whenever he was asked to and that he masturbate in private.
“Good morning. Nice of you to join us this morning,” Carmen said.
“I was going to join you this afternoon, but I woke up with a boner and couldn’t fall back to sleep,” Madison responded.
“TMI.”
“You can, you know, like, talk in English.”
“The same would apply to you. Now, quit giving me your sass and talk to me in proper English since you know I don’t like the likes you keep throwing in to what you say .”
“I was talking in slang English, which is, like, way better than talking in text talk, which is supposed to be, you know, like typed.”
“Just get yourself some cereal and don’t talk to me like that anymore.”
“Talk like what?” Madison said as he poured himself a glass of apple juice to go with a bowl of cereal. The longer Carmen lived with Madison and his mother the more Madison disliked her.
“Are you two arguing again?” Laurie asked as she entered the kitchen.
“No, we’re not. I am simply explaining the English language to a stubborn boy who doesn’t want to listen and learn,” Carmen said.
As much as Laurie loved Carmen, her attitude regarding Madison was wearing her down. She’d had numerous chats the past couple of months about how to deal with Madison, but they seemed to have had little effect.
“I at least speak English, not text talk like she does. Mom, do you ever tell anybody they, like gave you TMI?” Madison asked.
“I think I would say somebody gave me too much information, unless it was a very informal, personal chat.”
Madison folded his arms and glared at Carmen. “See, I told you so!”
“I would say we were having what your mother just called an informal, personal chat.”
“I’d like to have an informal, personal chat with Logan. Can I invite him over?”
“Oh, I would love to have Logan come over. Maybe he can teach you to speak, and he’s so well behaved,” Carmen said.
Madison wanted to tell Carmen that he knew she wanted Logan to come over so she could perv over him. But he was learning there were times when he should keep his mouth shut, which was not easy for him to do. “Fine, so I’ll, like, call Logan and see if he can come over. Can he stay for dinner?”
“Ask your mother.”
That was an almost perfect answer for Madison. As far as he was concerned there was a better chance of her approving Logan coming over than Carmen doing so.
“Yes, he can stay for dinner, and since I know you’re going to ask I’ll say that I’m okay with him spending the night,” Laurie said.
“Oh, mom, you’re, like, the most rad mom there is,” Madison said as he gave his mother a long, tight hug.
“And you’re my sweet son who has a sweet boyfriend which will make this a sweet evening, right Carmen?”
“I think you’re spoiling the boy,” Carmen responded.
It was becoming more and more apparent to Laurie that Carmen was not interested in learning to be a mother. If she didn’t love her so much, she wouldn’t hesitate to tell Carmen it might be time for them to go their own way. But she didn’t say anything, although her patience was wearing thin. At the moment two things saved Laurie from losing her temper. One was the fact that Madison had yet to lose his cool around Carmen and the other was that she still loved Carmen who, outside of her issues with Madison, was a beautiful person (as well as talented in bed). Laurie noted that although Madison couldn’t hide the fact that he was often unhappy with his future stepmother and sometimes verbally disagreed with her, he never sassed her.
“Yeah, well, I can’t make this, like, a sweet evening, if my sweet boyfriend, ain’t here, right?” Madison said. “So, I’m gonna take care of that by calling him and going, “Hey, Logan, wanna have some of my mom’s cooking, and you know, like spend the night with me? So, here I go to the phone.”
The thing that frustrated Carmen the most about Madison’s slaughtering the language was that he was a smart boy and could speak (and write) perfect English when he felt inspired to do so. That was another thing she liked about Logan—he was who he was and didn’t try to be anybody different. No wild hair colors, no slaughtering the language, and not much running around making a lot of noise to draw attention to himself. What Carmen didn’t realize was that Madison wasn’t trying to be somebody different. He was being Madison Baker, a hyperactive eleven-year-old who put a big chunk of his seemingly endless energy into enjoying life.
“Logan will be, like, on his way soon,” Madison reported after ending his phone call. “I’m gonna get on my bike and meet him.”
Forty minutes later Logan and Madison rode up to Madison’s house. Logan had his toiletries and fresh clothing in his backpack and was ready to spend a fun afternoon and evening with his new boyfriend, which is what happened.
One of the things they did that ended up being fun was playing Risk with Laurie and Carmen. Carmen was on her best behavior hoping it would impress Logan, who she saw as more beautiful, smarter, more eloquent, and more mature than Madison. When Madison and Logan declared that they were boyfriends Carmen was pleased, because it meant that Logan would be around even more than before and she would get to see him often and, she hoped, see him wearing less clothing. It was her biggest reason for telling herself she needed to be more accepting of Madison’s wild ways. Tonight, as much as she wished the boys would at least strip down to their underwear, they were wearing t-shirts and shorts.
Madison ruthlessly won the Risk game, making and breaking treaties, and treating his opponents with no mercy. After the game the boys retreated to the living room and tuned in to the Mariner game on TV. The game was in the fifth inning with the Mariners leading the Nationals 7-2 at T-Mobile Park.
“Damn, Madison, I didn’t know that conquering the world was such a big deal to you,” Logan said. “I mean, you kicked total ass. And you totally screwed up Carmen when you broke that treaty with her.”
“Yeah, it’s nice to get at her when I can. And you could see that it, like, drove her nutsoid. Now, let’s drive her totally nutsoid,” Madison said.
“How?”
“Like this.” Madison yanked off his t-shirt and then opened up his shorts and pulled them off leaving him wearing nothing but a pair of black Hanes boxer shorts. “I know you don’t like her perving on you, so just take off your tee and she’ll go from nutsoid to looney tunes. And when that happens, follow my lead.”
Logan shrugged and then pulled off his Seahawks t-shirt and then decided to really get Carmen to freak out. He proceeded to take off his shorts causing Madison to gasp and break out in a wide smile. Logan was now dressed in only a pair of white briefs. He figured that since he wasn’t boned up he was just being nasty instead of being sexy nasty.
“Damn, Logan, that is totally dope. I love it,” Madison said.
When Laurie and Carmen entered the room, Carmen put her hand to her mouth when she saw Logan shirtless. He was as she remembered him, a perfectly beautiful boy. And when she noticed he was dressed in only a pair of briefs, she quivered with delight.
Before Carmen could sit down, Madison stood up. “I think the Marinerds (sic), like, got this game won and I think it’s time for me and Logan to get ready for bed.” Logan smiled at Madison’s cleverness for putting Carmen down without putting her down.
The boys wished Laurie and Carmen good night and headed up to Madison’s bedroom. “Wanna fuck?” Madison asked as soon as he closed the door to his bedroom.
“Well, listen to Mister Horndog,” Logan grinned.
“You still need to be my bottom.”
“I think your ass does a perfect job of being your bottom.”
“And I think me spanking you before I fuck you would make it the most epic sex ever.”
“When did you become an alpha?”
“You and me are equal alphas and I really do want to fuck you since you’ve fucked me and I’m totally in the mood to fuck you, like, tonight,” Madison said.
“I seem to remember you and me agreeing that we weren’t going to fuck until we used the Golden Dildo on each other.”
“We said that after you won it in the jerk off contest and went all gaga over it. But that was, like then, and this is right now.”
“Well, I’ve got one more reason for waiting,” Logan said. “I’m willing to bet that because this house is so small, Carmen and your mom will be able to hear us go at it.”
“That could, like, be a good thing.”
“How?”
“Hearing us bouncing on my bed while I’m fucking you would make them epically horny and so they, like, have to go to their bedroom and do whatever it is females do when they’re, like, having sex, so they’d end up ignoring us. That’s when we go naked into the living room and fuck on the couch, which would be so sick that I want to do it,” Madison said.
“How about we save the fucking for my bedroom where we have privacy and just enjoy a sixty-nine tonight.”
Madison paused for a moment and then said, “Okay, but only if all those brothers and their friends, like, agree to totally not bother us while we fuck.”
“That won’t be a problem.”
“Sweet. Then let’s go suck dick.”
With that, their underpants came off, they lay on their sides and placed their lips around their boyfriend’s hard cock. Out in the living room, Carmen kept waiting for Madison’s bed to squeak. But she heard nothing and decided the boys weren’t as horny as they made out to be. She could stand outside Madison’s bedroom door and place an ear on it, but that would be way over the top, especially if she got caught. She went to the bedroom she shared with Laurie and decided it was time for them to go to a sixty-nine position and get each other off. She couldn’t help wondering if the boys were old enough to understand the wonders of a good sixty-nine.
Logan and Madison knew what a good sixty-nine was about. In fact, that night they knew what good back-to-back sixty-nines were about. What they were was a touch, as well as a taste, of heaven.
After their pubescent orgasms, the naked tweens snuggled. “This was an epic night,” Logan whispered.
“I can’t argue and I can’t wait for an even more epic night in your bed with you and the Golden Dildo,” Madison said. The two friends quickly fell into a peaceful sleep.
Justin and Marco had spent a pleasant evening together at Justin’s house. They enjoyed playing games with Justin’s fathers, Mike the Donkey and Ryan the Dawg, as well as watching a movie. They were having so much fun that Ryan didn’t even raise a fuss over the boys’ nudity. Justin was surprised but pleased. He figured his Donkey Daddy had a talk with Papa Dawg on the topic.
After the movie, they all watched the end of the Mariners 12-5 win over the Nationals, but with the sound off. They chatted about baseball and a little about soccer. Then Justin and Marco said their good nights to Mike and Ryan and retired to Justin’s room where they chatted on a more personal level, starting with Trajan. By the end of the month he would be living with his parents, as soon as their new house closed and was ready for occupancy. Theoretically, Trajan was living with the DeLucas, but Marco confirmed that he had all but moved in with Levi.
“I can’t believe Trajan and Levi are boyfriends,” Marco said.
“Why not?” Justin asked.
“Because they’re both studs who play lacrosse, so how can they be gay?”
“You and me are both studs who play baseball and soccer and we’re boyfriends.”
“But are we gay?”
“Like my Donkey Daddy says, don’t worry about it and have fun with your friends.”
“Like Tony did, right?”
“Yeah. He and Logan were boyfriends. Now Tony’s got a girlfriend.”
“And she’s at our house today,” Marco said.
“Have you seen her naked?” Justin asked.
“Yep. It was no big deal. I like looking at you naked better than her.” He wrapped his hand around Justin’s gonads. “She’s missing this stuff, although her boobs were bigger. But I like what you got better.”
“Well, if you like it so much, how about you sucking it for me.”
“I think I can do that.”
The preteen friends were soon performing a sixty-nine like pros until they enjoyed dry orgasms within seconds of each other. Sleep came over them right after the fun ended.
Next: Day 3-Ketchikan