by Jools Louise
“Would it be such a hardship to spend a little while with Tonio, getting to know one another again, before making a decision?” Aaron asked, his green eyes twinkling with a teasing light. “I thought you seemed…fond of him.” He waggled his brows, laughing at Najib’s snort of derision.
“Have you kissed Tonio?” Akeem suddenly piped up, eyes wide with curiosity. “Like Aaron and Kadil did.”
Najib’s face turned a curious shade of dark red, his eyes startled and embarrassed at the same time.
Kadil grinned at the older man, chuckling as Najib shot him a formidable glare, daring him to speak.
“Tonio and I were always good friends when I was at school in England,” Najib said finally. “I’m not sure it’s appropriate to be asking questions like that.” He chucked Akeem under the chin, then tickled his tummy to delighted giggles by the little boy who was still hanging onto Kadil, sprawled with arms and legs everywhere.
“Quit teasing my good friend, Syrian,” Tonio said behind them, causing Kadil to jerk slightly in surprise. He turned his eyes to see the humor in Tonio’s gaze and gave him a grin of contrition.
“I am informed, by my captain, that he wishes your presence at dinner this evening. Would seven o’clock suit you all?” Tonio asked formally, giving a slight bow to each of them.
“Seven will be perfectly fine, dear sir,” Aaron replied, scrambling to his feet and getting into the formality of Tonio’s question, executing a deep bow and putting on a plummy British accent.
Tonio laughed at him with his eyes, but his face remained serious as he turned and left them to their discussion, at the last second winking at Najib wickedly before descending below decks.
Najib got to his feet casually, trying to look like his gaze wasn’t following the handsome officer like a lost puppy.
“I think I’ll go get myself some water.” He nodded to Aaron, Kadil and the children, then ambled off down below.
“Water, huh? Is that what it’s called these days?” Aaron drawled after the sailor, who sent a one-fingered salute Aaron’s way just before he disappeared from sight.
“I think I’m thirsty too,” Akeem said, scrambling to his feet, giving Kadil a hug, then darting off after Najib.
“Me too.” Zada giggled, following Akeem.
Aaron exchanged a laughing glance with Kadil, shaking his head.
“Now, where were we?” His gaze turned molten, gold sparks shooting from the emerald pools of his eyes as he studied Kadil’s recumbent form on the deck.
Kadil got to his feet, grabbing Aaron’s hand in his.
“Maybe we can discuss it somewhere more private.” He tugged gently, pulling Aaron behind him, feeling his libido begin to hum once more. They had several hours before dinner, and he intended to spend them writhing in ecstasy above and below his beautiful lover.
* * * *
Aaron pulled the door to their cabin behind him, removing pieces of Kadil’s clothing rapidly. He could hear the activity of the ship around them, the clang of boots on metal stairs, the slop of the waves against the hull below. Voices above them revealed the constant toing and froing of the ship’s crew as they busied themselves keeping the ship in motion. The scent of food drifted on the air, signaling the chef’s preparation of the meal that night.
Aaron ignored everything but the pounding of his heart, the throbbing pulse in his rigid dick and the heady scent of arousal that rose from two excited male bodies. Standing naked, as close as they could without actually touching, the two men stared at each other, mapping each other with awed glances and heavy breathing.
“Make love to me,” Kadil begged, reaching out and stroking his hand over Aaron’s taut abs, following the trail of silken blond hair that led to Aaron’s treasure trove below. Aaron’s dick stood straight out from his groin, the smattering of pubic hair trimmed nicely, revealing the thick cock and heavy balls below.
Kadil licked his lips, falling to his knees in front of his lover, his tongue darting out to taste the small bubble of pre-cum that sat pertly at the tip of Aaron’s meaty cock. The taste exploded on his tongue, the sound of Aaron’s moan of delight music to his ears.
“You taste so good,” Kadil sighed, licking the thick cock like it was an ice cream, swirling his tongue around the crown, dipping into the slit for more pre-cum, then lapping at its length over and over.
Aaron’s hips began to move, and Kadil felt fingers clutching at his hair, massaging his scalp. Opening his mouth wider, Kadil sucked on the spongy head, humming with pleasure as more pre-cum oozed onto his tongue. He sucked harder, his head bobbing along the length, saliva trickling along his cheek as he suckled on the delicious rod.
“You have a mouth made for sin, lover.” Aaron growled, holding Kadil’s head steady as he began to thrust with his hips more forcefully. Kadil moaned as Aaron fucked his mouth, gagging a little as he felt the thick meat at the back of his throat before Aaron moved back a little, fucking with shallow strokes, snapping his hips as he thrust repeatedly.
“So good, Kadil, so fucking good,” Aaron cried out, then wrenched Kadil off his cock suddenly, dragging him upright and wrapping his arms around the smaller man.
Kadil’s legs went around Aaron’s waist as their mouths met, fusing together like they’d been super-glued. Sucking tongues, licking and biting at each other, they fell to the floor on top of the clothes they’d shed.
Writhing around, their cocks rutted together, slick and hard. Kadil sat up, straddling Aaron’s prone form, panting hard as he gazed down at the beauty of his blond lover, admiring his smooth chest and feeling that fat dick resting against his butt. Groaning, he moved sinuously, sliding Aaron’s cock along his crease as he leaned down and took Aaron’s mouth with his again.
“I need you inside me,” he whispered, rubbing his hands over Aaron’s broad chest, loving the rippling muscles under his ass, loving the gasps coming from Aaron’s mouth as they kissed.
“Lube, we need lube,” Aaron burst out hoarsely, looking desperately around the cabin for something they could use.
Kadil gave a tiny smile, reaching for his trousers and pulling out a small bottle of the stuff.
“I keep it for special occasions.” He grinned as Aaron grabbed for the bottle. “I just hope there isn’t a use-by date on it. I’ve never actually used it before.” Aaron laughed aloud at the comment, flipped the cap and then flipped Kadil.
“I think we need to be more comfortable, my love,” Aaron sighed against Kadil’s mouth, lifting them both in one powerful motion, and then settling Kadil on his back on the lower bunk. Kneeling between Kadil’s dark, hairy thighs, he parted Kadil’s legs with his own, sliding his palms up the insides of Kadil’s thighs and then down again.
Kadil groaned, quivering in anticipation. The hands got closer and closer to his rigid cock, and his head fell back onto the pillow as Aaron finally touched him.
“Lift up, love. I need to get you ready.” Kadil grabbed his legs beneath his knees, lifting them against his chest, presenting himself for Aaron’s pleasure. His eyes now focused on the gorgeous vision before him, whose gaze was fixed on his before dropping to where his little pink rosebud winked invitingly, muscles twitching in anticipation.
Aaron’s shaggy blond hair fell around his face, giving him the look of a debauched angel, his lips swollen from their kisses, eyes gleaming with lust. Leaning forward, he took Kadil’s swollen cock between his lips sucking on the spongy head before swallowing it to the hilt, his nose brushing the thick bush atop Kadil’s cock.
Kadil jerked as he felt a finger probing at his ass. He groaned as the finger, slick with lube, began probing at the tight ring of muscle guarding his virgin hole, pushing inside slowly.
Gasping, Kadil felt the burn, his chute clamping around the thick digit like a vice before relaxing again. It felt like his hole was trying to suck Aaron’s finger right inside.
“Take me in, darling,” Aaron whispered in awe, his words muffled around the thick cock in his mouth. “You look so
fucking beautiful right now.” A second finger joined the first, the burn increasing as the two digits began to stretch Kadil’s chute, loosening the muscle in preparation for a far thicker invader.
Kadil was lost in passion, writhing as Aaron’s talented mouth sucked on his cock, while those fingers tormented his ass, fucking him now with shallow strokes.
One thrust of Aaron’s fingers hit a place inside Kadil that had him crying out, then jerking as his cock spurted thick cream violently against the back of Aaron’s throat. His hips jerked as he came, eyes closed in bliss, then flying open again as he felt the thick head of Aaron’s cock at his rosebud, punching past the sphincter. He cried out, his abused ass muscles clenching around the intruder, but his attention was split between the searing heat in his butt and the searing heat around his cock.
He felt Aaron move, then Aaron’s lips were on his, sharing his own taste as they moved lazily on his, their tongues gliding together. The kiss deepened as their bodies began to move in sync, Aaron sliding against Kadil until he was filling his lover to the hilt. Kadil moaned as the burn began to ease, gradually replaced by a pleasure so intense he never wanted it to end.
Kadil whimpered, his legs wrapping tightly around Aaron’s waist, clinging on for dear life as his lover’s thrusts increased in tempo. Their kisses grew sloppy, as control vanished. Aaron’s hands gripped Kadil’s ankles and he reared back, his head thrown backward as he began to stroke with strong, firm thrusts in and out of Kadil’s aching ass. He threw Kadil’s legs over his shoulders, kneeling upright as he pounded away inside Kadil’s chute, his eyes glazed with passion.
Kadil arched his back, throwing his hips back at Aaron with each in stroke, trying to shove that fat cock even deeper, desperate for each pounding thrust. His cock had returned to life, bouncing against his abdomen with each slap of Aaron’s groin against him, and with a keening cry he came, the pleasure bursting from him in thick ropes of cream, coating his torso right up to his chin.
Aaron groaned, his hips snapped twice more and then Kadil felt the warmth of Aaron’s release deep inside him as Aaron came, shuddering, his body going rigid with pleasure before collapsing against Kadil in a sweaty heap.
Kadil’s arms stroked tenderly over the taut planes of Aaron’s back, feeling invigorated and exhausted at the same time. The smell of sex was heavy on the air, their bodies fused together by spunk and sweat. Kadil couldn’t think of any place he would rather be than right there surrounded by Aaron.
“Hmm, do we have to go to dinner?” Aaron asked drowsily after long seconds passed, neither wanting to move.
Kadil gave a hoarse chuckle, pressing a kiss to Aaron’s shoulder, then nipping at the smooth flesh playfully.
“If we don’t move I may be forced to cannibalism.” He nipped again, laughing harder at Aaron’s grunt of protest.
Bright green eyes rose to meet his, laughter in the emerald depths heavy lidded with sated bliss.
“I don’t think I’d mind that, so long as you limit yourself to eating my—“his words were cut off by Kadil’s hand across his mouth, as Kadil laughed softly.
“I do owe you a blow job, handsome, but I’m not sure that’s enough to sustain us.” Kadil’s lips replaced his hand, sucking on Aaron’s lower lip sensuously.
“Did I hurt you?” Aaron asked in sudden concern. “I sort of lost control for a while. You felt so good, I couldn’t stop myself.” He sighed, then smiled a little. “You have the sexiest ass, just about perfect in fact.”
Kadil wiggled the ass in question, then winced as inner muscles unused to such violent attentions began to protest. He now knew where the term “fucking the shit out of someone” came from. Aaron had been a beast.
“You didn’t hurt me too much, but I think I’ll be limping for a few days.” He grinned as Aaron gave him a smug smile, looking proud of the fact.
“I like the fact that I fucked your ass into submission.” His lips whispered against Kadil’s, his tongue swiping against the lush mounds that begged for his kisses. “I want to be the only one.” He nipped Kadil’s lower lip as Kadil shuddered at the sexy admission. “Will you be mine?” Aaron asked, sliding his tongue into Kadil’s mouth, tasting every inch of the juicy cavern.
“If you want me, I’m yours.” Kadil sighed eventually, reveling in Aaron’s tender kisses, feeling his lover moving gently inside him.
“I think I love you,” Aaron murmured, groaning as his dick began to fill again. He paused for a moment. “I probably should have said this before I skewered your ass, but I’m clean.” He grinned at Kadil’s startled laugh, then a hard slap on his ass.
“I think I love you too,” Kadil grinned back, dark eyes glimmering with amusement. “I’m a virgin, in every sense apart from the occasional hand job…okay a daily hand job, self-inflicted.” He giggled as Aaron nipped his lip playfully, then groaned as Aaron began to move more forcefully inside him, the natural lube of one orgasm allowing his cock to slide easily in and out. “Now quit talking and start fucking,”
Aaron bellowed out a laugh, lifting up on his elbows as he thrust with slow, sure strokes, filling Kadil over and over, watching with interest as Kadil came apart beneath him. Kadil’s mouth parted, his back arched in ecstasy. Aaron wasn’t fucking him now, he was making love. Slow, almost gentle strokes. No hard thrusts, no slam of flesh against flesh, just a sensuous glide of hard, throbbing cock into dark, rippling heat.
“I love you,” Aaron repeated, his lips surrounding Kadil’s as he came on a sigh, a second load of cum filling Kadil’s hole like warm honey. After two orgasms already, Kadil’s cock valiantly tried to rise to the occasion, but he could only manage a weak trickle, feeling tears prickle his eyes at the beauty of Aaron’s tender lovemaking. No one had ever made Kadil feel this way, not ever.
Kadil closed his eyes, hugging Aaron close, wrapping his lover’s warmth around him like a living blanket. His heart lost more of the icy wall around it, melting irrevocably as Aaron’s loving caresses pierced right through to his soul.
He fell asleep to the sound of Aaron’s soft breathing in his ear, and the snug fit of Aaron’s cock deep inside him. He’d never felt so content in his life.
Chapter Eight
Dinner that evening was not quite the formal affair that Tonio had inferred with his playful invitation earlier. The captain and his officers were there, as were Najib, the children and Aaron and Kadil.
Aaron had woken up with Kadil plastered to him. Literally. Spunk and sweat had sealed them together as they lay together on the bunk bed. Aaron had peeled them apart, finally leaving Kadil’s snug chute after an afternoon spent enjoying each other, sharing kisses and tender words.
Showering together had taken far longer than usual, as hands continued to explore, fondle and tease. Aaron was fascinated by the sight of Kadil’s darkly tanned skin against his lighter coloring. Dark hair covered his chest, his lean muscles tightly cut and showing a wiry strength. Aaron was broader, his muscles thicker, his chest wide. He was several inches taller than Kadil and liked that his lover fit so perfectly in his arms, the young Syrian agile and responsive as hell to Aaron’s every touch.
Kadil had been too sore to make love to again, but they’d managed to find other ways to bring each other to satiation. Aaron knew every inch of Kadil intimately, but planned to explore his lover even more thoroughly later on. He was dying to taste Kadil’s ass, wanting to show Kadil the forbidden pleasures he’d been missing out on all this time.
He’d meant it before when he’d said Kadil had the sexiest ass. Like a ripe peach, all juicy and round covered with a light fur. Aaron had tormented Kadil by spending several minutes biting at the lush mounds in between sucking the heavy ball sac between his legs and getting nearer and nearer to the final intimate act between them. He’d only stopped when he realized it was time to get ready for dinner, or he’d have feasted on Kadil’s ass instead.
The captain was inquisitive about Aaron’s background, knowing something of Aaron’s mother Anne an
d her reputation for being a tigress in the courtroom.
“I am unaware of the intricacies of immigration law,” the man said after the main course had been devoured by hungry mouths. They had until now eaten Italian dishes, pasta and lasagna and delicious focaccia bread with olives and cheeses. Tonight, their last night aboard, the chef had prepared a fabulous roast dinner. Lamb slow roasted on the bone, roast potatoes cooked in goose fat and rosemary. Juicy Chantenay carrots coupled with red cabbage were served alongside a homemade mint sauce with accompanying gravy completed the dish. A light salad had been prepared as a starter, and they watched with hungry eyes as the dessert was served. A lemon meringue pie, whipped cream as well as a large bowl of English trifle.
Aaron’s belly was nearly bursting from eating so much, but he still felt he could add a little dessert, and had his eye on the pie—his favorite.
“I have some idea of the process, but I’ll have to wait to speak to my mum. She’s the expert. As far as I know, as long as there is someone who is willing to support an application, so that there is no demand on the welfare system, there shouldn’t be a problem.” Aaron smiled at the crew member who placed a large piece of lemon meringue pie in front of him, receiving a cheerful wink and a grin in return, quickly quelled as the captain looked over.
Aaron smothered a laugh behind his hand, watching with amusement as Akeem’s eyes stared in awe at all the food still to come. He had a feeling the boy had rarely seen so much at one time.
“Your father does not accompany her?” Captain Abrami asked delicately.