Welcome back to Lady Lex. Chapter 4 is written by Douglas. Thanks to those of you who wrote us. Since Ben and I want to both add our comments to our answers, we might be a little slow in answering, but we intend to answer all e-mails sent to us. This chapter tells how some of the boys end up on the Lady Lex, and the deals they got to get themselves back off it again. Enjoy.
Since you've read this far you know this story contains sex between minor boys and is copyrighted by the authors.
The Boys of the Lady Lex Chapter 4 "Deals" Written By Douglas DD and Benjamin TC
Nipper sat on his bed in his room at the space station sulking. He'd been angry ever since the visit to the cemetery after his dad got home. He still had the anger he felt when his dad came over to make his "big" announcement about how they were all going to go into space.
Nipper and Douglas both argued with him. They reminded him they both were class presidents, had lots of friends, were popular in school, played sports, had Nipper's music lessons , were happy, had just lost their mom, wanted to keep their dad at home, and did not want to leave everything they had to go into space!
Even after being told of the purpose of the voyage they both objected loudly. Both boys wanted nothing to do with a group of "losers". They were all boys who were beneath them, and neither Nipper nor Douglas could stand the idea of spending half a year with some of the scum of Earth's youth. Dr. Daniels told them it would only be for six months, and they could run for office again. Elections were in the spring, but they wouldn't be back to school until the fall.
Dr. Daniels talked to both boys together and individually, but he made little progress. Finally, he told them he was closing up the house, that their grandparents weren't taking them in, and since he was going to be separated from them again, they had no choice but to join him on the Lady Lex.
The more Nipper thought what happened since then, the angrier he got. It's not fair, he thought. I'm going to be starting second baseman this spring in school. I'm first chair in the youth orchestra, and I'm only 11. And I'm president of the 6th grade. And now dad does this! He's never been home and now he comes home and wants to take us away. I wish mom were here. I wish dad would just stay and take his new job and let us stay home. I don't want to be with a bunch of loser juvies, I want to be with my friends.
He remembered that talk he had with Douglas a couple of nights after they were at the cemetery. He was lying on his stomach, sulking, growing angrier, when he heard a quiet knock at his bedroom door.
"Go away!"
"It's me, Douglas."
"I said go away!"
"Nipper, we have to talk."
"Go away!!!"
"Come on, Nipper. Open up the door. You can't keep acting like this."
Nipper got up and dragged himself to the bedroom door, opening it and letting his big brother in. Douglas looked at the little boy with the wiry frame, wearing nothing but a T-shirt, white briefs and a pair of white socks. He knew he shouldn't be thinking this way, but Nipper was turning into a damn sexy little kid. Douglas shook the thought out of his head, and sat next to Nipper on the bed.
"Nipper, face it. We're going. And since we're going we should probably make the best we can of it. We both know dad loves us, and we both know dad is addicted to space. He figures he's getting the best of both worlds."
"So? I don't care. I want the best of MY world, and that means staying here."
"Look at it this way. How many kids get to travel and study in space, except maybe on the SFA Academy ships."
"You're liking this, aren't you? You're giving in to dad. You're not going to fight this with me are you?" Nipper turned his back to Douglas, facing the wall. "I hate you, too!"
Once again, despite the seriousness of the situation, Douglas found himself attracted to something on his little brother. His ass was pushed out, nicely defined by the tight fitting briefs that Nipper was just starting to grow out of. And once again, he shook his head and concentrated on the task at hand.
Douglas was gay. He knew it, his parents knew it, his friends knew it, and Nipper knew it. Despite that he was freshman class president. While he had been elected 8th grade president the year before in middle school, he had lost the race for freshman president to his hated rival, who used the gay card against him. Not overtly, but by innuendo. However, the summer after being elected the boy had been selected to become a student on an SFA academy ship. A new election was held in the fall and Douglas ran unopposed.
He had never had any sexual feelings for Nipper. Nipper was his little brother, and he loved him deeply. Since their mom had died, however, Douglas suddenly looked at his brother in a different way. He wasn't sure it was because he was feeling so protective of him, or if it was because Nipper was starting to bud into a startlingly beautiful preadolescent boy, but the feelings were there, and they bothered him.
"I love you, Nipper."
"You sound just like dad!" Nipper said through muffled sobs. "And I hate him, too."
Douglas got up from the chair and walked over to Nipper's bed, sitting down next to him. He rubbed Nipper's shoulder. "Look little bro, I like my life too. I want to play baseball this spring. I want to be sophomore class president next year. But this could be special. Even with us being with all the hoods and criminals. Like dad says, we could be role models or something. Helping kids less fortunate than us."
Nipper turned around, his eyes red, and his face wet with tears. "You know you don't believe that."
"I do and I don't. I don't know if we can really help anybody. We might be spending our time just protecting ourselves."
"So then why bother with them?"
"Look, Nipper. We go to a top private school. We're leaders there. Top students. Student government officers. But what have we done to help anybody less fortunate than ourselves? Sure we help the other rich kids at our school. But that's about it. Maybe dad's right. It's time for us to learn some things about ourselves. Like, what doesn't kill us makes us stronger. He says if we're gonna succeed to reach our best potential, maybe it's time of us to see what we have in us."
"I know what I have in me. And I'm not going to go. It's all bullshit!"
Douglas hugged Nipper's tense body against him. He could feel his little brother shaking with emotion. Nipper never cussed, and his use of bullshit shocked Douglas.
"So, what are you going to do, run away?"
"Yes!"
Douglas hugged his brother tightly, loving the clean smell of him, the feel of his smooth arms. He noticed Nipper didn't have a hint of fuzz on his arms or legs or face. He was as smooth as a baby. Douglas could feel himself stirring, could feel strong sexual feeling developing towards his brother. It both thrilled and bothered him. He rubbed his hand along Nipper's arm, then found himself idly rubbing Nipper's chest through his light blue cotton T-shirt. Nipper leaned against him, almost purring. Douglas noticed a definite tent forming in Nipper's briefs.
This isn't right, I have to stop, Douglas thought as he dropped his hand down to Nipper's clean smooth thigh. His hand rubbed lightly along the inside of his thigh, reaching up to the opening of his briefs and back down to his knee. He felt an incredible urge to kiss his beautiful, vulnerable brother. Nipper leaned his head against his older brother's side, enjoying the feel of his wandering hand. Feelings were welling inside his 11 year old body that he had never experienced before. He shuddered and moaned slightly.
Douglas moved his hand inside Nipper's shirt, rubbing along his back, the skin feeling smooth and warm. Nipper leaned his head against his brother's shoulder, enjoying the ministrations of Douglas's wandering hand.
The hand moved like it had a mind of its own, sliding up and down Nipper's back, along his ribs, reaching around the front to his chest, wandering up and down, rubbing across the young boy's nipples, sending even more shudders through his body.
Nipper had played with himself often, enjoying the feelings even though he never reached orgasm. He had had sex education in school. He knew what was going on with his body, but knowing it and feeling it were two different things.
Douglas lifted the ends of Nipper's shirt, and Nipper wordlessly lifted his arms, allowing Douglas to pull the shirt over his head. Now he was wearing only his underpants and socks. Douglas's hand became even more aggressive and it moved along Nipper's smooth chest, his now hard lightly colored dime sized nipples, and down along his taut boy belly.
"Don't run away, Nipper. I love you," Douglas whispered into his brother's ear. "I want you with me. We can make this work. You, me, and dad. You and ME. We can make it work."
"I love you, Douglas. I won't run away. I'll go with you." He shuddered again as Douglas ran his hand along the top of his waistband, then back along the boy's belly and chest, and back to the waistband.
"I'll go with you. I want to stay home, but I'll come with you and dad."
Douglas's hand wandered down along the cloth of Nipper's underpants and touched the hardness tenting up the fabric. The light touch of his brother's hand was all it took, as Nipper shook, spasmed, and moaned, his 3" dick pulsing with its first ever dry orgasm. The entire scene sent Douglas over the edge as he felt his underpants filling with squirt after squirt of teen cum as he felt the sweetness of a no touch cum.
"Wow!" Nipper exclaimed. "What happened?"
"Something good, I think," Douglas said. Though I'm not real sure about that, he thought to himself.
Douglas hugged his little brother and kissed him on the forehead. "It will all work out. It will be good. And in a year we'll have an adventure to tell to our friends. We'll do things they never dreamed of."
"Yeah. Things they never dreamed of," Nipper said sleepily. "It will be good."
Now, as he laid in his lower bunk, he wondered why Douglas had never touched him like that again. It was one of the reasons he was angry. Douglas had made him feel so good and loved and talked him into giving in. And now here he was on this awful space station, and nothing had happened since. He heard the door open, and watched his little brother sneak in quietly, thinking Nipper was asleep.
"Douglas?"
Douglas was startled by the sound of his brother's voice, as sweet as it was.
"Oh. You surprised me. You're still awake I see."
"Where you were you?"
"Just being alone. Thinking."
"Douglas, why haven't you done that with me again?"
"Done what, little bro?"
"This," Nipper said as he reached for his big brother's crotch.
Douglas backed away. "No. We shouldn't do this."
Nipper fell back to his bed, all the anger welling up in him again. "I knew it. You're just like dad. Exactly like him. You say stuff and you don't mean it!"
Douglas sat on the bed. "I love you little, bro."
Nipper said nothing, keeping his back to his brother. Douglas reached out for him, only to have his hand slapped away. He sighed, finished undressing, and climbed up into his upper bunk, naked, the way he liked to sleep. He took his dick in his hand and started jerking it, thinking of feeling Nipper's nude body, touching him more intimately then that first time, kissing him, feeling his balls, his dick. He shot over his own naked body, knowing his feelings were wrong. He wanted his little brother, but knew he shouldn't touch him.
Below him, Nipper quietly sobbed himself to sleep, yearning for the touch of his big brother.
Matt shook his head as he woke up. He quickly stopped. It hurt too much. His mouth was dry, and there was no doubt in his mind somebody was having a tennis match in his stomach. He felt so bad he didn't even have a morning wood.
I can't believe I woke up in a bed. Usually I wake up in a chair or on the floor, he thought. What a party though. What did I have, he thought. Beer with Jack Daniels shooters, enough pot to start his own business, some vodka he grabbed from Shane. And plenty of sex. There were probably twenty kids at the party between the ages of 10 and 14. Tim, the host was 14, almost 15, and threw the best parties of anybody around.
He moved his arm to get up, and felt the naked flesh of another person on the other side of the king sized bed. He made the painful move of his head to see who it was. He saw a head with long flowing blond hair. Jessica. She was 14 and really fine. He could see the bulge of her breasts against the blankets. He wondered if she was naked like he was, and if he fucked her last night. He couldn't remember.
Matt pulled down the blankets covering Jessica's breasts. They were bare, as was the rest of their body. Yep, naked like me, he thought. I bet I fucked her. The idea both excited and scared him. Girls weren't his thing, and Tim's parties never had them. But Jessica, who was Tim's cousin, ended up being an exception.
I gotta pee, he thought, and he got out of the other side of bed so he wouldn't have to crawl over the girl. As he entered the bathroom and he ran into Tim, who was just finishing a pee himself. Matt couldn't help but admire the naked body of the 14 year old boy of half Hawaiian descent. Tim wrestled in school, and his build and musculature was much more defined than most 14 year olds. Tim enjoyed the view of Matt's naked body, even though he was horribly hung over. What he was a nicely build 12 year old with brown hair, tipped by blond highlights, a smooth hairless body with just a hint of fuzz on his legs, arms, and in his pubic area.
Matt walked past Tim and started peeing. Tim unashamedly watched. "I see you ended up in bed with Jessica," Tim said.
"I know." Matt blushed. "Did I fuck her?"
"You mean you don't remember?"
"No."
"Dude, she was all OVER you last night. It sure had you excited enough, you guys there naked on the couch and everything. Everybody was hooting at you being the one going to bed with her, because we all know how you feel about girls."
Matt finished his pee and shook his dick, maybe more than he needed to. "I feel just like you do. Why do you invite her, anyway? You never had girls here except when she comes over."
"You know the story. She's my cousin on my mom's side. While my dad, the great Admiral Whitaker, goes off admiraling, or whatever the fuck it is he does, my step-mom drinks her booze, pops her pills, and stays in her room, while I fill this big fucking house with party boys. I don't tell dad about her being an addict, she doesn't tell dad about my wild boy parties, and everybody is happy. Then fucking Jessica crashes one of the parties, and if I don't let her come when she wants, she says she'll tell dad about everything. Then everybody is dead. So, when she asks to come, I let her. She knows we're all into guy sex, but as you know all she usually does is get drunk and stoned and sits on a chair. Then sometimes she gets horny, and somebody gets laid. And I know it sure won't be me, I could never get that wasted. I wish I was living with my real mom, but she's so busy being Mrs. Reporter she doesnt have time. She'd let me party, but she would at least care, not like my loser step-mom."
"I wish it wasn't me," Matt said.
Tim walked up to Matt and started feeling the young boy's balls and cock. Matt could feel himself stirring to his full 4" length, but he pulled Tim's hand away.
"Not in the mood?" Tim asked.
"I just feel like crap," Matt said.
"Damn, then you do have a major hangover." Tim kissed Matt on the lips. "Well you were wasted beyond belief last night, so that's no surprise. Go on back to bed and sleep it off."
"With her?"
Tim gave Matt a kiss on the lips and said, "Maybe this time you'll remember doing it."
Matt flipped Tim off and stumbled back to the room. Jessica was still asleep, naked and uncovered. Matt tried to figure out what it was about her that turned him on last night. Maybe it was her breasts. He had to admit bare breasts were kind of cool to play with. It sure wasn't what she had between her legs. He looked at her closely as he crawled back under the cover. He could swear that he saw dried cum between her breasts and on her chest.
This will be my last party at Tim's for a long time, Matt thought unhappily. Pretty soon he would be leaving with his parents for the planet Kriton, where his dad was going to be the first Consulate General as part of the first diplomatic contingent to Kriton. Even though the situation on Kriton was still somewhat dangerous, diplomats with families had the option of taking them to live with them in the diplomatic compound. Bringing families was seen as a show of trust in the Kritons.
Fuck trust, Matt thought. There were only going to be a few other families there. He knew one of the families, the family of the Ambassador's chief aide. Two stuck stuck-up stick in the mud asshole boys, and a girl who was worse. Forget partying with them. Matt doubted that they even jerked off. He had met them at some diplomatic family function once, and right away knew he didn't like them. The feeling had been mutual.
One other family had a kid who was a bit older, around 14 or 15. He'd never met him, but knew he liked to wear his hair long and that he smoked pot, something he found out from the kid he dealt with at school. (Author's note: While in the enlightened future marijuana is legal, the same issue exists for pot as does for alcohol for underage users, which is now 16 for alcohol and 18 for pot.)
Matt knew a little bit about almost everybody in the diplomatic circles. Being a party animal kept him close to things. He's been enjoying parties, especially at Tim's, since he was 10. It was at Tim's parties he discovered he loved sex with other boys, as well as where he got drunk and stoned for the first time.
I've lost all my virginities here, he thought. I'm going to miss it. Then he looked over at the girl sleeping next to him and sighed. Okay, maybe I've lost all my virginities. Whatever, my parents think I come over here and enjoy a nice clean time with the admiral's perfect son. Suckers. And with that thought his eyes fluttered closed and he was gone.
Donkey Mike was on the phone talking to his older brother Brad.
"You've been running this gang for how long???" Brad asked incredulously. He had had no idea what his little brother had been doing. Brad, at 28, was 12 years older than his only brother, and had pretty much lost touch with him since he moved away three years ago. Mike was Brad's little brother in name only. At 6'2 and a solid 200 pounds he was much bigger physically than his older brother.
"Just a couple of years. But I was in it longer until I became head Donkey."
"And now instead of being just dumb enough to even be in something like that, you became even dumber and got caught."
"We had bad luck. I thought it would be easier and got careless."
Brad sighed and looked over the visitor's table at his brother. Well, at least this explained how he always had so much money. He always figured their dad was giving him a big allowance, but there was no way it could have been big enough to account for some of the things Mike was spending his money on.
"Can you do us a favor, Brad?"
"If you expect me to bust you out of here, forget it."
"No. I mean a real favor. One that maybe you can do. I mean you are in law enforcement and all right?"
"Yeah. I'm with the Attorney General's office, but I just started there, and that sure doesn't give me any clout, if that's what you're thinking."
"Look. There's no way me and my friends are gonna go to that work farm. Do I look like a farmer to you? I mean, I'll get blisters on my hands."
"Blisters on your hands would do you a lot of good at this point."
"Look, I'm serious. Even though everybody says we're the notorious Donkey gang, nobody can prove it, right?"
"So far. Nobody has been able to pin anything else on you guys."
"Exactly," Mike said. "That farm is for hard core criminals, and they've only been able to pin the one thing on us. And we're all good students in school. We play sports. I mean we're just good kids who made a mistake, right?"
"So you say."
"Right. So I say. And I say there's something you can help us with ."
"And why should I do that?"
Mike gave him his best charming smile. "Because blood is thicker than water."
Brad remembered when he was 16 and Mike was 4, and how Mike always seemed to have him tied around his finger. Nothing seemed to have changed.
"Tell me exactly what it is you want."
"I can tell you I don't want to go to any fucking work farm. I hear there's going to be some sort of space crew being made of juvenile offenders. I want on that crew."
Word sure does travel fast, Brad thought. How the hell did he find out about that? "Mike, that is an SFA project that was put together for the kids in the Juvenile Schools. Some face saving project. You need to pass the test and be a student at one of the schools to qualify."
"Test? What kind of test?"
"An IQ test."
"You mean you have to be some kind of genius to go there? A juvenile genius?"
"Not quite. But you need to be brighter than the average kid. Regular kid, not offender kid."
"Fine. I know TJ and I are brighter than the average kid. I bet Gerbil is too. Ryan, well he is pretty smart too most of the time. Bring us the test. We'll pass. I'll go into space, but not to that farm."
Brad knew that Mike was right. He was above average in intelligence. Probably the fact that he had gone this long without getting caught, and even after being caught nobody could prove anything beyond the liquor store robbery pretty much showed Mike's intelligence.
"Okay, I'll see what I can do. But I make no promises."
"Thanks, Brad. We'll be on that ship, I promise you that."
Brad had so smile. That was how Mike always sounded.
"Oh, and Brad."
"Yes?"
"Next visit, can you bring some pizza?"
Across the country another visit was taking place, this one at the Augustine Juvenile School. Scooter stared across the table at his dad.
"I still can't believe I'm in here," Scooter said. "What I did wasn't that wrong."
"I know son. You had the misfortune of being caught at the wrong time by the wrong person."
"But dad. You're like a powerful rich guy. You have the best lawyers around. Kids get away with this all the time. They just get their hand slapped. I don't get it."
"Judge Sampson and the Sheriff are golfing buddies. There's a lot of politics in this town. Just because we lost that round doesn't mean we got shut out though."
A spark of hope hit Scooter's dejected face. "What do you mean?"
"Well, you know the Augustine School is being closed. And almost all of you are going to spend at least the next year on a new ship. In August, you will be participating in the Academy Olympics against the best of the best."
"Whoopee," Scooter said with uncharacteristic sarcasm. "One more way they can show us how worthless we are." Scooter was already starting to identify with his fellow student-inmates. "I just want to be home with you."
"Well, that's part of this. Judge Sampson is a slime ball, and so is the Sheriff. But they still know where campaign contributions come from, and as a leading businessman in the city, I do have some clout in that area."
"Then why don't they just let me go? Why am I here?"
"That's not where my money went last election. And not where most of it is going to go next election. But without going into detail, we were able to strike a deal. It's not much of one, but it is a light at the end of the tunnel."
"Okay. So tell me." Scooter didn't sound very impressed.
"It pretty much is like this. If your ship wins the Academy Olympics, you get to come home, with everything taken off of your record."
"And if we don't win?" Scooter asked.
"You serve your entire sentence until you're 18, with no chance of getting off early for any good behavior."
Scooter pondered the implications of the deal. If he didn't take it, he would end up in a juvenile detention center with the scum of the scum. Scooter was aware he was cute and vulnerable. Even in the milder setting of the Augustine School he was totally safe only because of the protection of his roommate, Jeff. But the threat at Augustine was more bullying than it was sexual assault. Nothing would get somebody sent to a detention center faster than sexual assault, but bullying was almost part of the culture of the school.
The last few days Jeff had shared Scooter's bed most nights. While Scooter didn't initiate anything, he didn't try stopping Jeff. And Jeff never touched Scooter without asking if it was okay first. He was a good gentle lover, but he wasn't Jim. Scooter wasn't sure if he let Jeff because he wanted him there or because deep down he knew he had to let Jeff have sex with him.
"Son? Are you okay?" Gordon Starr asked.
Scooter shook his head and came back to reality. "Yeah, I'm fine dad."
So what it came down to was going to the detention center, and maybe getting less time for good behavior, or going into space with the rest of the school and gambling they would win something that he knew they didn't have a prayer of winning; the Academy Olympics.
"That's all good dad, but we don't have a chance."
"Son, the boys in the schools might have some problems, but in a lot of ways they're the cream of the crop, too, mentally and physically. All they need is the leadership."
"Dad, you don't get it. We'll be lucky if our ship leaves the repair yard."
"I heard the ship is complete. That you're getting a brand new academy ship."
"Who told you that?"
"Judge Sampson. When he made his little..er...bet. Which he figures we'll lose by the way."
"Of course we will. He lied to you dad. We're not getting a new ship. We're getting a ship called the Lexington. It was going to be scrapped. They told us the other day all of our time will be spent trying to get it ready for space, IF, they can find all the parts they need. You were lied to, dad."
"The Judge said it was brand new ship," Gordon Starr said. "Fresh out of the Mars Shipyards."
"He wanted to trick you into making the bet."
"Well, I think you and I have been taken for fools, son. And I don't like that one bit. I think it's time for us to take the initiative."
"What to you mean? You're going to speed up my appeal?"
"Nothing I can do there, son. By the time your case reaches the appeals court it will be August anyway, and I'd rather have you in space trying your damnedest then rotting in some juvenile prison. Remember, if you go by the letter of the law you were guilty, even if a few days difference is often ignored by some judges. But I can help even up the odds some in this contest."
"How?"
"I'll tell you soon. I love you, son. Take care. One way or another we will work this out."
After kissing his son lightly on the forehead, Gordon Starr, the president of AstroStarr Instruments left the school, dialing his cell phone as he went.
Ely cursed for the one thousandth time that day.
"What do you mean somebody wants to talk to me?" he screamed at Lt. Col. Stone. "Do I look like somebody who has time to talk on the phone? Do I look like I want to deal with the lag, let alone with some human? I have a ship to repair."
Ely was still searching for a used gravity generator to rebuild, not to mention some other parts. There were more issues with life support then he ever imagined. Buying parts new was out of the question, and he had scavenged just about all the parts he could. Most of the life support equipment he could rebuild, as well as parts needed for the space drive. But he was reaching a dead end looking for a gravity generator.
Colonel Stone waited for Ely's temper tantrum to subside. "He says it's important."
"Tell him if he's trying to sell me something, we can't afford it, and unless he's volunteering to come up here to work on doing the impossible I won't waste my time talking to him."
"Don't you even want to know who it is?"
"No, I don't want to know who it is! I don't CARE who it is?"
Ely was usually easy to get along with, but when he went off on a tirade things could be very interesting.
"It's Gordon Starr."
"Who the fuck is Gordon Starr?"
"The owner and president of AstroStarr Instruments."
"Oh, that Gordon Starr. Big fucking deal. Tell him we can't afford what he has to sell. Fucking salesman!"
AstroStarr Instruments was the solar system's largest manufacturer and supplier of space ship and space shuttle equipment and instruments. There wasn't a ship built that didn't have some instrument or piece of equipment manufactured by AstroStarr. Gordon Starr was a powerful man, which made the arrest and imprisonment of his son even harder to take. It shouldn't have happened to a man in his position, but he also knew he and Scooter were victims of the petty jealousies and politics of small town officials. He figured eventually his lawyers would prevail in appeals court, but he was tired of waiting, which was why he accepted the deal laid out by Judge Sampson and the Sheriff. It was a gamble, and after finding how the deck was being stacked against his son and the other boys that would soon be assigned to the Lexington he figured it was time for him to be proactive and start leveling the playing field.
"Um, Captain Storm. This isn't some salesman. This is the big cheese himself."
"Like I give a rusty fuck! Tell him to get his ass up here and help, I mean he is the expert on space ship instruments. That is, if he's willing to get his precious hands dirty."
"Captain Storm, just take a minute to see what he wants. It can't hurt to have somebody like him on our side. You know Captain Hatcher would want you to talk to him."
"Okay, okay, hand me the phone."
"This is Gordon Starr. I'm the president of AstroStarr."
"I know who you are. I'm Captain Elijah Storm, trying to be the chief engineer of a pile of junk and spare parts, or whatever they've made me."
Because of the distance between the Lexington and Earth, there was a slight lag in chat time, which could be slightly frustrating. But both men knew enough to pause and wait for replies.
"I understand you need a gravity generator."
"That I do, but I sure as hell can't afford one of your nice new ones, so don't try selling me one."
"Who said anything about selling one to you?"
"Excuse me? Even a low grade one for shuttles costs close to mill new. And we need the biggest we can get for this big tub. They sure don't grow on trees."
"Tell me what you need and it will be on a transport heading for you before the day is out."
Ely thought for a moment and went for broke; figuring one of two things had to be true. This guy wasn't really Gordon Starr, or if it was, the man was yanking his chain. "Well, if it's out of your catalog, I'll take an ASG 7000 Plus." Ely had just mentioned the biggest, most expensive gravity generator AstroStarr made, the kind found only on SFA's biggest and best starships. They cost three million apiece.
While waiting through the frustrating pause, Ely prepared himself to listen to derisive laughter. Instead what he heard was, "Consider it done."
Ely had heard enough. Gordon Starr was yanking his chain big time.
"Look sir, I don't have time to listen to any more of this. I have serious work to do."
"I know you do, Captain Storm," Gordon Starr said gently. "And I too am serious. I want you to succeed, and I will do whatever is in my power to see it happen."
"Why this special interest in a ship that will soon be populated by a group of losers."
Ely listened with his mouth agape as Gordon Starr told him.
"Mr. Starr, you have my sincere apologies. I certainly did mean that your son was a loser."
"Captain Storm, I know exactly what you meant. And if you were really serious about what you said, you wouldn't be where you are right now trying to fix up the Lady Lex."
"Thank you, Sir. And please, call me Ely. Now, I really believe with some breaks we can make things happen on this ship. And it sounds like we just caught a big break. I can expect a transport in three days with the best gravity generator ever built, then?"
"Yes, you can. Is there anything else you need?"
"Well, we have some crappy instruments we salvaged for life support that may or may not work and some of what we have for the star drive needs a lot of refurbishing to become usable. There's way more that we would use new, or even in decent used condition."
"Tell me exactly what you need."
Ely gave Gordon Starr his list. He didn't include the equipment he already had up and running.
"I've got it all. I can supply everything new except the ASHV 255xp. But I can get you a refurbished 155xp that should serve your needs just as well." The ASHV series was a climate control unit for life support.
"It's better than what I have right now," Ely said.
"I am also sending my VP of Engineering to help you out. I hope it's enough."
"Mr. Starr, I know you're doing this for your son. But it's also for a lot of other kids. I thank you from the bottom of my heart, and I apologize for any rudeness I might have displayed earlier."
"Accepted. And Ely, if I don't get to talk to you again, get that ship together fast to you can train those kids to kick ass."
The next day Brad returned to visit Mike.
"That was quick," Mike said. "That probably means bad news."
Brad dropped four tests in front of his brother. "No, in fact I have good news, I think."
"We get to go?"
"Almost. First, all four of you have to pass the test. Second, you have to admit to being the head of the Donkey Gang. Third, it seems the Lady Lex, the ship that will be taking the delinquents, has a lot riding on it."
"What's that?"
"Turns out in August, it will be entered in the Academy Olympics. Of course, everybody knows the kids on the Lady Lex will be getting their asses kicked. The future of the whole program rides on those games. There are mixed feelings in the SFA. There are those who hate the Admiral who set this up and would love to see the regular Academy ships get their asses kicked. But most in the SFA would see anything other than last place as devastating. None of the SFA Academy ships can finish below the Lady Lex. Then there are those who hate the SFA for what they did to the juvenile school system, and for how stuck up and arrogant a lot of their academy students are."
"Okay," Mike said, "what does that have to do with me?"
"The AG is one of the latter. She would like nothing better than to see the SFA get knocked down a few notches. I think the fact her son got turned down for a position at a junior Academy ship might have something to do with it. So she is adding something extra to the mix."
"And that is?"
"Well, when you're not leading a life of juvenile crime, you're one hell of a hockey defenseman. One of the best in the state. TJ has a reputation as a soccer player. RJ is supposed to be quite an athlete, and Ryan has some unique artistic talents. You're all good students, just a little warped at times."
Mike fought down the urge to say something.
"Mike, the four of you should pass the test. The fact that I'm letting you all take it together should help, especially with you guys helping out RJ and especially Ryan. The AG puts it like this. The Lady Lex wins the Olympics, you're free. You lose; she uses your confession to lock you guys up well into adulthood. If you don't go along, you go to the juvenile farm."
"I accept, but I will need to ask Ryan, TJ, and RJ how they feel?"
"Fair enough. I need the answer by tomorrow."
"Okay. Thanks, Brad."
"I have one other thing to say. Mike, for doing this you will be a model citizen for the rest of your life. If you ever so much as fart at the dinner table, I will see that you get locked up until you're old and gray. Understood." Brad stared right into the eyes of his 16 year old little brother.
Mike looked right back at Brad. "Understood."
"I need the answer from Ryan, TJ and RJ tomorrow. Anything else before I leave?"
"Yeah. Did you bring that pizza?"
Brad broke into a smile, reached into a bag and took out a box containing a large Canadian bacon and pineapple pizza.
That night Nipper and Douglas undressed in silence. They hadn't talked to each other since the night before. Nipper pointedly ignored Douglas. He was still angry with his big brother.
Douglas was down to his briefs, and Nipper to a T-shirt and boxers decorated with the logos of all 40 Major League Baseball teams. Douglas stepped out of his briefs and threw them into the bag they were keeping for dirty clothes.
"You should try sleeping naked, bro," Douglas said, trying to initiate a conversation.
Nipper said nothing.
Douglas walked over to his brother, and reached out to hug him, half expecting him to pull away. Instead, Nipper reached out and pulled his big brother to him. Douglas held his brother to himself tightly, his hand rubbing along the smaller boy's back.
"Do you want to do what we did that night at home," Douglas asked hoarsely.
"Yeah," Nipper whispered. "But not tonight."
"Why not?" Douglas asked, feeling both unhappy and relieved at the same time.
"Because I know you will and that you asked makes me happy because now I know you love me."
"I've always loved you, Nipper. I'm sorry you felt I didn't. It's just there are so many things going through my mind right now."
"Yeah. Me too," Nipper said seriously in his sweet preadolescent boy soprano. Douglas continued rubbing his brother's back and once again found himself pulling his T-shirt off. Nipper then stepped out of his boxers, revealing his proud 3" hairless boner and his scrotum containing tight smooth marble sized balls.
"I'm going to sleep naked tonight."
"You sure you don't want me to play with you? You sure look like it."
"I'm going to masturbate. I think I know how. I want to think how much you love me." Nipper looked at Douglas's leaking 5" penis and said in an innocent voice, "You should masturbate too."
Nipper walked over to his bed, revealing his cute hairless bubble butt, and crawled in under his covers. "Good night, Douglas. I love you."
Douglas climbed up to his upper bunk. "Good night, Nipper, I love you." Douglas started masturbating his achingly hard cock, thinking how much he loved his strange little brother. Maybe this was his way of getting revenge for how long he'd been ignored. As much as he wanted to crawl into bed with Nipper, he had to honor his wishes.
Nipper started masturbating, thinking of how this was the first time he tried it since Douglas touched him down there what seemed like so long ago. He was still angry, but not at his brother. He could hear and feel the bed move as his older brother jerked off above him, the sounds sending him quickly over the edge to a dry orgasm, as he thought how much he wanted Douglas to make him cum the next time.
The party had lasted three days. Matt figured it might be time to go home and see his parents live instead of talking to them over the phone. He had spent the three days drunk, high, or hung over. All he had done with Jessica was titty fuck her, which made him happy. He saved his best sex for Tim and the other boys.
Matt left the compound that held the Whittaker mansion. His own home wasn't far away, a half hour walk, which would be good to clear his head. Matt was wearing shoes, a T-shirt and loose fitting shorts. Nothing else, going home commando style.
A car pulled up beside him a couple of blocks from Tim's house. A man stuck his head out of the open window.
"Hey there, Matt." The man knew his name, but Matt didn't know who he was. Matt could feel his heart rate going up and his mouth drying out as fear started to grip him
"I don't know you."
"You should know me. We need to talk."
"I don't want to talk." Matt started walking away from the car, looking for a place to run to.
He heard the door open and close. "Yes, you do," the man said.
Matt started to run.
TO BE CONTINUED.