Greetings Readers. Sorry for the posting delay. Our proofreader is away on vacation and has been gone longer than we expected. We decided to go over the chapter again ourselves and post it so our loyal readers wouldn't have to wait any longer for a new chapter. Ben and I want you all to know that we each have a story of our own posted on Nifty, and if you are enjoying the Lady Lex you may enjoy reading our stories between postings. Ben's is "The Last Resort", which can be found in the Young Friends section, and mine is "The Survivors" which is right here in the Sci-fi section. Ben and his little brother Andrew are heading into trouble. Enjoy the chapter. -Douglas and Ben
The Boys of the Lady Lex Chapter 8 "Chew Outs and Love Ins" Written By Douglas DD and Benjamin T. Collins
Matt knew they were back in deep space. They had stopped briefly at some planet, unloaded some things, then continued on. Where they were continuing to, he had no idea. Everybody on the ship treated him nicely, but nobody told him anything. He was dying for some beer, or a hit of weed, anything to kill the day after day boredom. Instead, he contented himself with a long jerk off, thinking of all the things he'd been doing at wild parties since he was a little kid, not that being 12 qualified him as an old man.
He pulled off his tunic and his sweats. He had nothing on underneath. He got on to his bed and lay on his back, working on his hard hairless dick. Well, almost hairless, he thought as he pulled his legs up and got a close enough look at his dick to detect a little but of angel hair fuzz right on the base.
He liked the idea of having his legs up and his dick over him. He walked his legs up the wall of the cabin. I might was well make good use of this cum, since I can't suck anybody, he thought.
He looked straight up at his hard four incher, relishing the moment of orgasm and the shooting of his watery cum into his mouth and on his face. He was almost at the moment of orgasm when his door opened, and a member of the crew who called himself Sam, walked in.
He stopped and looked at Matt with a leer. "Oh, so we're all boy are we? I had a feeling that was true." He shut the door behind him and walked towards Matt's bunk.
The boys were allowed their first recreation free time after dinner. It would only be a half-hour, and since nothing worked, there wouldn't be much to do. They had to take it in the small part of the hanger deck that served as the dining area for now. Ely was getting a lot out of the old freighter's gravity generator, but it still only worked in a small area of the ship. A boy could stay in his own cabin, but no outside boys were allowed to be there with them. In other words, a boy and his roommate only were allowed in a cabin.
Ben had watched his twin brothers at dinner. Ever since his ride on the shuttle, Trevor had become increasingly cocky, not that he had been that humble before. Now he was intolerable. Andrew's new friend, the one Ben had seen him naked in the all with, seemed to have Andrew animated and happy. Ben had noticed, however, that Andrew's friend wasn't at dinner, and that Andrew looked sad and unhappy.
The boys had to sit in assigned locations at dinner, and could only talk to the boys at their own table. In Ben's case that was five boys he hadn't met before. The assignments rotated, giving the boys the opportunity to get to know more boys. Ben really liked only one of his table mates at this meal. Three of them were 13, one was 14, and the other was 10. The 10 year old was the only one who seemed to have any manners about him at all. The other four were loud and brutish. Twice a crew member had to come over and quiet them down.
The 10 year old's name was Carson. He and his brothers were all on board. They were bright, sweet kids. When he asked Carson how they ended up in a prison school, and thus on the Lady Lex, Carson said, "Oh, stealing some, but mostly for selling weed."
Carson, and his brothers Ian (12) and Scottie (14), had been selling pot to kids in their church, school and Sunday school since Carson was 6. At first it was easy, since their neighbor grew it, legally, for a neighboring distributor. They just would climb the fence to his garden and night, do some clipping, and go sell. The boys also sold to their teammates on their sports team. Carson played baseball and hockey, while his Ian played baseball and soccer and Scottie played baseball and basketball.
Well, at least they have pot and baseball in common, Ben thought with amusement. Later, he would find out they had one more thing in common. A little over a year ago they got turned in by a pious Sunday school student. As first time offenders they got their hands slapped and put on probation. Their mother, who was now too embarrassed to return to the church, talked their father into a move. The move took them away from the garden they were stealing the pot from. The boys not only missed the money they got selling pot to their friends, they missed the pleasure they got from smoking it. They'd been doing that together for the last four years as well.
Being a teenager now, Scottie got a bit emboldened. Had they been caught early on, the entire adventure would probably have ended then and there, but now Scottie was 13 and full of ideas. One night, as the three boys shared Scottie's king sized bed and had engaged in some raucous brotherly love, they talked about how they missed toking on weed. Scottie told them he had an idea.
A week later they broke into the neighborhood drug center and stolen enough weed to sell and to use. Breaking into a drug center was much different than stealing out of a growing garden, and it wasn't long afterwards that they were caught. Because it was a second offense, they were given an 18 month sentence. Because of their background and intelligence it was to a prison school. So here they were, on the Lady Lex. Carson pointed out his two brothers to Ben. Ben had to admit they were cute, as was Carson. Well, mine isn't the only family with three kids on this hell ship, Ben thought.
His goal for recreation period was to see what was bugging Andrew. He felt sad when he entered the hanger as saw Andrew sitting by himself on a metal chair looking morose. He snuck in behind him and put his hands over his eyes.
"Guess who, Otter."
Andrew couldn't help but giggle. "It's Ben."
"Hey, you're good." Ben dropped his hands and moved around the chair. He pointed to an empty one next to it and asked if he could sit there.
"Ya. You need my permission for that?"
Ben scooted the chair in closer to Andrew's, sat on it and put his arm around his little brother.
"What's bugging you, my little Otter."
"Nothin'."
"Not true. I can tell something is bugging you. It's written all over your face."
The little smile that Andrew had from Ben's playfulness disappeared and tears started to form. Ben hugged Andrew a little tighter. It was funny. Andrew and Trevor were twins, but Trevor never seemed to need or want hugs. Andrew was by far the more vulnerable of the two.
"Well first they never let me see you. Then I get a friend who is so awesomely wonderful I can't believe it. I mean I really lov...I really like him. And now he got taken away from me and I'm gonna end up getting some new roommate I won't like and I can't ki...do things with."
Ben was used to Andrew getting a little carried away with himself. He smiled at the missing words and the image of Andrew and his roommate naked in the corridor.
"How as he taken away from you? Did he break some rules, or what?"
"No. He's not one of us."
"What do you mean, he's not one of us?" Ben asked.
"What I mean is he's the doctor's son and things got all confused and nobody would listen to him and he ended up being my roommate and then my friend. and I love him, Ben." Andrew buried his head into Ben's shoulder and his sobs became one long wet cry.
Ben petted his brother's head, which felt funny with no hair on it, and let him air it out. He knew that Andrew needed to cry it all out before anything could be said.
"It's okay my sweet Otter," Ben cooed as he calmed his little brother. He noticed that quite a few of the boys had looked over their way. They were almost all tough kids, and tough kids didn't look highly on crying boys.
Carson, the boy he met at his table came by and looked. "Anything I can do to help?"
"No, it's all cool. Thanks for asking, Carson."
"Yeah, well, see ya," the stocky 10 year old said, obviously a little embarrassed.
Like I said, Ben thought, most of the kids here are tough kids. He imagined Carson was too. He looked like he could hold his own in a scrap, but one could also tell he had a big heart.
Andrew raised his head from Ben's wet tunic. "Can you love me, Ben?"
"I do love you, Otter."
"No, I know that. I mean can you love me like you did at home? On our bed. Please?"
"I'd like to, but you know I can't. I sure can't do it here. And we can't go to somebody else's cabin or we get a week's worth of kitchen and bathroom cleaning duty." Ben was rubbing Andrew's leg through his uniform pants, his hand absent-mindedly rubbing along Andrew's thigh, not thinking of what his moving hand was doing to Andrew's preadolescent hormones. But as he looked down, he could see the results as Andrew's pants were tented out by a straining hard on. He quickly removed his hand.
"No, don't stop, Benjie. That felt good."
"I can tell," Ben said, as he took the chance and rubbed the palm of his hand along the bulge.
"You haven't lost your friend you know. He's not going anywhere. If his dad is the doctor, I heard his sons are traveling with us. I don't even know who his other son is. But he's gonna be right here. I bet you even take classes together."
"I don't want him to take classes with. I want him to be my roommate." He leaned in close to Ben's ear and whispered, "We've kissed a lot and we rubbed out boners together and slept naked."
Ben wasn't surprised. In fact, considering the experiences he'd had with Andrew, he was surprised it hadn't gone further, at least into oral sex.
"That's very cool," Ben said, once again not realizing what his hand was doing. It was right on Andrew's crotch, holding the short incredibly hard pole pushing up on Andrew's pants.
Once again, Carson walked by. He looked, smiled, winked, and moved on.
What a little pest, Ben thought. But a nice one at least.
"Don't hold your hand there, make it rub me, Benjie."
Once again Ben pulled his hand back. So that's what Carson was looking at. Oh great, now he'd go tell his brothers he was holding his own little brother's boner, and they would tell everybody else, until the entire ship ended up knowing about. it. He could feel his face burn.
"I want to put it in your mouth, Benjie. Please. And I want you to kiss me. I need you, Dolphin brother."
Ben thought, and finally said, "Look, you don't have a roommate right now, right?"
"Yes."
"No, but they said they're gonna move somebody in with me soon. A couple of the rooms don't got any water and they might have to move some people for a couple of nights."
"Okay, look. My roommate has first watch tonight. So how about right at lights out. If you don't have a roommate you sneak out of your cabin to shuttle corridor. Nobody is going to be working there. The shuttle isn't going anywhere. We'll have at least an hour for some fun before we have to sneak back."
"But, if we get caught we'll be in real big trouble."
"Do you want to do this, or don't you?" Ben asked. "I'm trying to help you out here, Otter. We don't have to do this. I mean I'll be in trouble for helping you."
"Okay. Let's do it."
Finally, Ben let go of Andrew's throbbing member and stood up. Andrew was just a few seconds away from orgasm. He couldn't wait for tonight and doing a 69 with his big Dolphin brother.
Kalon and Ely were sitting next to the engineering desk.
"Well, pops, you going to be able to stand watch on a two man shuttle mission? I mean I know it ain't far, but it's still going to be two and half days there with fuel stops. A starship would do it in a day. Hard to believe there's such scummy planets so close to your Earth, isn't it. I mean it's right in SFA territory."
"Ensign, I have three things to tell you. Thing one is this, the SFA doesn't set up the governments on planets. They are independent planets, but we have protection agreements with some of them who don't have their own navies. All we do is protect them. Alliance from outside enemies, like the Kritons had been. After that they're on their own."
"Number two, the planet Wotan has had a corrupt government for a long time. It's why Geldon Raiders even have a chance of being successful within the protection sphere of the Alliance, and don't think the government of that planet doesn't profit from them and from the other scumbags they deal with. It's how Geldon Raiders were able to sell OUR stuff on that planet. The SFA would love to wipe that government out."
"And the third thing, pops?"
Ely got off his chair, walked over to Kalon, grabbed him by the cloth of his tunic and yanked him out of his chair, then slammed him against the wall. He glared right into Kalon's eyes. "And the third thing is, ENSIGN, to you I am Captain Storm! Ely, if I get to respect you, which for now I do not. Captain Hatcher may be letting you get away with shit, but I won't. The only person on this ship who outranks me as Chief Engineer is Captain Hatcher. But for now I'm speaking for me. I WILL NOT TOLERATE A WEEK OF YOUR DAMNED INSOLENCE!!!" Ely had Kalon flattened against the wall. Kalon was surprised at the strength of the man. He hadn't expected the attack on him.
"So, for now it will be Captain, Captain Storm, or Sir! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ENSIGN?"
Kalon took a deep breath. "Ya, sure, pops." He relaxed for a moment then pushed off the wall at against Ely. It was time to fight back. He wasn't about to be put in his place by this fossil.
He was stunned, when, instead of giving, Ely not only held his ground, but slammed him back against the wall, the back of his head banging on the metal, causing him to see stars.
"I don't think I heard you, Ensign." Ely's voice had a sinister quiet to it.
"I said, yes, sir.....pops."
Again in a suprise move, Ely's right fist drove into Kalon's gut, and has Kalon doubled up from the force of the blow Ely backhanded him across his mouth.
"I repeat. I don't think I've heard what you said. Please talk louder."
Kalon wanted to wipe the blood dribbling from his mouth, but couldn't as the older, but stronger, man had him once again pinned.
"I understand...Sir."
Ely let Kalon drop to a sitting position on the floor, then took his boot and knocked him off to his side. "I'd have hit you harder, but I still need you as my co-pilot, and for that I need you in one piece. I will see you at the shuttle an hour after lights out for the cadets."
Ely Storm turned and walked away, unable to see the look of hatred in Kalon's eyes, but able to hear a whispered, "Yes, Sir." Ely smiled to himself, but he know that for awhile he'd better not turn his back. He was sure the Ensign was not afraid of a court martial for assaulting a superior officer.
Sam walked up to the bed and unzipped his pants, letting his quickly rising 7' boner pop out.
"Impressive isn't it lad. I bet you've never seen one this big. I bet Ambassador Michael's kid loves to suck cock and would like nothing better than to have this thing in his mouth. I can tell from your position, laddy, that you love to eat cum. I mean why else whack your pud with your legs up high like that. "
By now Matt had dropped his legs down and was sitting on the bed with his back to the wall, a pillow now covering his deflated cock.
Sam moved over to the bed and sat next to Matt. "Come on laddy, give Sam a good look at your wares. Me thinks they're real impressive for a boy your age."
Matt almost wanted to laugh. He wasn't impressed at all with Sam's boner. Cody, who was 16 and attended a lot of the parties that Matt did, was at least an inch bigger and was thicker than Sam's. He's had Cody's up his 12 year old butt before, so there was nothing Sam could do to him that hadn't been done.
What he didn't realize until Sam grabbed at the pillow and ripped it away, that it was much different getting it at a party from an older kid when he was drunk and stoned then it was having a man come at him and try to force him.
Sam stuck his leaking cock up against Matt's face. "Come, on lad, put it in your mouth. Suck on it. You know you wanted it."
For the first time in his life, Matt's naked body felt exposed. His flaccid cock was a little mushroom head against his balls, his chest was dripping sweat. He felt like he wanted to puke as Sam left a trail of precum along Matt's face.
The bang of the door flying open startled Matt and Sam. The man Matt recognized as the ship's captain came in and yelled, "Goddammit Sam, you know you aren't to hurt the Ambassador's kid. We promised the Admiral no harm would come to him. Shit, go to your room and jerk off or something." Sam had left the door ajar, and the captain was checking it when he heard the noise in Matt's cabin.
The captain turned on his heel and walked out. Matt was disappointed that he hadn't arrested Sam or something. Sam tucked in his cock, and pulled up the zipper on his pants. "Ya know ya wanted it, laddy. And I can give to ya if you want when the captain isn't being a busy body"
He walked to the door and stopped, looking at Matt's beautiful naked body. "You're gorgeous lad. Ya would've fetched a pretty penny in the black market back there at Wotan. Lot's of fine rich men ready to buy a boy like you. Too bad the captain's so stuck on following orders. But ya haven't seen the last of me laddy." He gave Matt a hideous leer. "No, sir, laddy, ya haven't seen the last of old Sam. I'll be making you my boy-girl before this is over"
He walked out laughing. For the first time since he'd been kidnapped, Matt felt truly frightened.
He had, however, found out two things. They knew who he was, even though they had called his dad an Ambassador. Well, he dad was no Ambassador. He was a ranking diplomatic official, but had never been an Ambassador. And he learned that some Admiral was behind all this.
The knowledge did him no good now. He wasn't in the mood for jerking off any more. He rolled over on his stomach, wet his sheets with tears, and fell into a dreamless sleep.
Dr. Daniels looked at his son on the hospital bed. He knew that his wounds were minor, and that healing would be quick, especially of the burns. He had put NewSkin on, and with minor burns it worked within 24 hours. He was realizing more and more that he had been too dedicated to space and had fallen way to far behind as a father. Sure he did everything he could during the time he was home. But he missed too many ball games, too many concerts, too much growing up. And now he missed his wife, Mary, terribly.
He thought this trip might be good for him and both of his sons, but he realized now he hadn't really listened to them regarding this adventure. He also knew that the adventure was over. He had turned in his resignation to Captain Hatcher following their heated discussion. As soon as Nipper woke up he would tell him the happy news. He hadn't seen Douglas yet to tell him. His sons would be back with their friends and their teams and activities.
He thought back to his discussion with the Captain. It had put a strain on their long time friendship without a doubt.
"Steve, how the fuck was he mistaken for one of the cadets?"
"I don't know. But I plan to find out!"
"What's more, even if he was mistaken for one at first, he would've said something. He would've been asked to see you or to see me. I mean how can a kid fucking ask to see the fucking doctor and be turned down?"
"I don't know, Larry. Look, I'm sorry. I am really, truly sorry. I plan on getting the answers to your questions."
"How about finding out now! Let's call your taskmaster, Sergeant Flint, in."
"Look, Larry, I said I would look into it."
"NOW, Steve. I want my answers NOW!!"
Captain Hatcher had never seen his friend this mad, and he really didn't blame him. Captain Hatcher buzzed for his aide and asked him to have Master Sergeant Flint report to him immediately.
Ten minutes later the Sergeant Flint entered the Captain's office.
"You asked to see me, sir?"
"Yes, Sergeant. Have a seat." The Captain pointed to one of the chairs next to his desk.
The Captain showed Flint a picture. "Do you recognize this boy, Sergeant?"
"Yessir, he is one of the Cadets. Nipper, I believe his name is. I haven't had time to learn the names of all the boys, Sir, but I do remember him."
"Did he ever ask to see me?"
"That's why I remember him. He was being quite a pest about that. And we certainly can't have every kid with a minor gripe bothering the captain now, can we?"
"No, that we can't." Hatcher looked over at Dr. Daniels.
"Did he ever ask to see the ship's Doctor?" Dr. Daniels asked.
"More than once. But the same thing. He wouldn't say what was wrong, and we certainly can't have every kid with a minor ache and pain bothering the doctor, either, can we?"
The Sergeant thought for a moment, and then said, "And a few times he insisted he was the doctor's son, and when they get that desperate you've got to figure they must be malingering. A lot of that is going to go on with these lowlifes."
Dr. Daniels could feel his neck heating up as the anger built in him. "He was about to shout out something when Captain Hatcher cut him off. "Let me handle this, Larry. Some changes have to be made now."
"Sergeant Flint, when a member of the ship's crew requests to see the ship's doctor, what is the required response?"
"To approve the request, sir."
"Excellent. And on our fine academy ships, if a cadet asks to see the ship's doctor, what is the required response?"
"Once again, to approve the request, sir."
"Then, sergeant, WHY DID YOU TURN DOWN THIS KID????"
"Because, sir, with all due respect to you and the doctor here, there was obviously nothing wrong with him."
"I wasn't aware you had a medical degree, sergeant."
"Sir, I can spot malingering. These kids are thieves, drug dealers, prostitutes, and murderers. They need to find out right away where the line is. It's what you brought me in to do. Draw the line and not let them cross it. And when some little punk kid who's probably been stealing since he was in the cradle tells me he wants to see the Captain, and then see the ship's doctor, because he's the doctor's son, well, sir, there is no doubt this kid is trying to avoid having somebody get tough with him. Sir, that won't happen on my watch. That's the problem with these kids, nobody's ever been tough on them. Sir, they were all going to schools for "bright" thieves, where they were being so coddled there was probably somebody assigned to stroke their dicks for them.. The doctor's son," he spat out, "give me a break."
This time Dr. Daniels was able to open his mouth. "It just so happens, Sergeant, that boy IS my son!"
Both the captain and the doctor noticed Sergeant Flint turn pale.
"Yes, he ran away. But are you guys so disorganized you can't even tell if somebody is one of your cadets?"
"There were a lot of boys being processed in a short time, sir. We just figured his papers were lost and would get found later."
"What did the boy say his name was, Sergeant?"
"Nathan. We went by Nipper. Amazing how many of those boys don't use their real names. I can't remember the last name."
"It wasn't Nathan Daniels?" the doctor asked quietly.
Only the hum of the life support system could be heard in the room. The Sergeant took a deep breath and said, "I believe it may have been on his sheet, sir. But sir, in my defense, Daniels is a common name."
"Let me get this straight. He says he's my son. His last name is the same as mine. And he gets ignored??"
"Sir, it was busy and chaotic. We didn't have much time to prepare for this and...."
"Gentlemen, this is getting us nowhere," Captain Hatcher said. "What's done is done, and fortunately Nipper is back with us and safe with his father."
He looked at Sergeant Flint. "Sergeant, stand up at attention now please." The Sergeant rose up off his seat. Sergeant Flint, these boys may be tough boys from a tough background, but they are still kids, many of them a lot younger than I expected. I mean, my God, we have some kids as young as 10 on this ship. I was told they would all be teens. But tough kids or not, they will be treated by the same rules as the cadets on any academy ship. You have a lot of leeway within those rules to be as tough as nails, or even tougher. I have no complaints about your overall program. You're right about most of those boys. They need to be leaned on hard.
"But you will stay within the rules. A boy asks to see the doctor, he sees the doctor. If he's malingering, the doctor will determine that. And trust me, we will make big examples of the first ones to take advantage of the rule. Do you understand where I'm coming from, Sergeant?"
"Yes, sir, I do, sir."
"Then you are dismissed."
"Yes, sir." The sergeant headed for the door, then turned and looked at Dr. Daniels. "Doctor, I'm sorry, sir." He turned once again and walked out the door.
"Steve, you realize I have to resign. I now realize this ship is no place for my boys. I thought it might help them grow up some being around kids not as fortunate as them. I was wrong. And in more then one way. Because, truthfully, my decision to do this was a selfish one. Nipper's trying to run away and Douglas's obvious unhappiness proves that beyond a doubt."
"You're resignation is reluctantly accepted, Larry. I will miss you. And I hope this doesn't put an end to our friendship."
Dr. Daniels stood up. "Probably not," he said noncommittally.
Now he was sitting next to his younger son's bed, holding his hand. He saw the boy's eyelids flutter, then open. The eyes fixed on the man next to the bed, the a huge smile lit up the boy's face.
"Dad!" He tried sitting up, then grunted and dropped back down on the bed. "Why am I here?"
Dr. Daniels told him how he got hurt. He said my tomorrow he should be close to okay, though his ribs would be sore for a few days. Nipper told him about running away, getting confused with the cadets, and then not being able to get any help.
"Well, don't worry son, nothing like that will happen to you again. You and Douglas were right. I was wrong. I was very, very wrong. I have submitted my resignation. We will be taking the next transport from the space station back to Earth."
Dr. Daniels was surprised by the stunned look of sadness on his son's face.
"No, dad. We can't go. We have to stay. I don't want to go."
Dr. Daniels closed his eyes. Kids, he thought. What is it about kids? Why was he always a step behind his sons.
"Okay, son. Just why do you want to stay now, after running away to you wouldn't have to. And you better tell me everything."
Johnny got ready to leave for his watch just before lights out. He would be doubled up with some named Damien. After the Scooter incident, all watches would be doubled until everybody was properly trained. They all thought Scooter and the rest of them had been treated unfairly, and apparently somebody thought they were right. Doubling the watch had been their first small triumph.
"Night, asshole. One good thing about having watch is not being with you for the two hours."
"Go fuck yourself, Johnny," Ben said as he turned his back to him. At least he wasn't being called Benjie any more.
Ben heard him go, and slipped out of his bed, wearing only a pair of boxer shorts. He pulled on his tunic and pants and slid his feet into his shoes. He wouldn't need socks. Right now, just before lights out, was the best time to sneak. There would be boys in the hall heading for their watches. Ben opened the door, looked both ways down the empty corridor and headed to the small shuttle bay hanger.
The Lady Lex was a big ship, but only a small portion of her had gravity and was usable by the cadets. One thing Ben didn't know was if Andrew had gotten a new roommate. If he had, then they were out of luck, because the watch list was posted, and Andrew couldn't just sneak out.
He got to a larger than normal door at the end of the port side corridor. Above the door was a sign reading, Shuttle Bay #3. They had been told that for now this was the only useable shuttle bay. The next big obstacle would be whether the door to the bay was unlocked. From what little he'd seen so far, most doors on the Lady Lex weren't locked. It was part of the SFA tradition of trust. In fact, most doors didn't even have locks. Ben figured things could soon be disappearing in a hurry from what he'd seen of his fellow cadets.
He tried the handle of the door. It gave easily and he quickly ducked inside. The shuttle bay was lit by a few lights along the wall, but the main lights were off. He knew there were no cadets assigned to watch here, but he didn't know if any crew members were. The shuttle bay was quiet however.
Ben had already learned that the term shuttle bay was kind of a misnomer. The shuttle was really docked against the hull of the ship. The bay was mostly for storage of parts and items to be loaded onto the shuttle. If a shuttle had to be brought in for maintenance or repairs, it was brought into one of the large hangers. The only way to board a shuttle from one of the bays was through the airlock. The bay was empty, there weren't even boxes of material stacked in it.
This was the only functioning shuttle and was the one that had bumped the "Excalibur" over next to the Lady Lex. What Ben didn't know was that the shuttle had been checked in the bay and moved out just an hour before after being checked. Both Kalon and Ely wanted to be sure the little dance with the "Excalibur" hadn't done any damage before they took the shuttle out into deep space. Also, they needed to hook on some extra fuel cells to help speed up their trip. Each fuel cell was one less stop at a deep space fuel station.
Ben figured he would find a place to hide and then wait an hour for Andrew. If his brother didn't how by then, he probably wouldn't. Even with the bank of lights on it was still dark in the bay. Ben wished he could turn all of the banks on.
The quiet was broken by a whimpered, "Benjie, I'm over here."
Ben turned and saw a tool bench, and a shadow come out from under it. It was Andrew, with his tunic on backwards and inside out. Andrew ran up to Ben and hugged him tightly around the waist. Obviously Andrew hadn't been assigned a new roommate yet. Ben was finding out that things moved pretty slowly on the Lady Lex.
"Oh, I missed you, Benjie. I love you."
"I thought my Otter loved Nipper."
"I do. But I love you too. You're my brother and my hero and you make me feel good. I love you too, but it's different."
Ben bent down and kissed Andrew lightly on the lips. Andrew returned the kiss, and soon they were kissing harder, mouths opening, their tongues probing. Ben's hand left his control again and he pulled Andrew's tunic over his head, momentarily amused at how his brother had put it on, and his hands were racing along Andrew's smooth chest, back, and belly as the two brothers kissed with incredible passion.
Andrew's hands were working on the bulge in Ben's pants, rubbing it, kneading it, massaging it. Ben unsnapped Andrew's pants, unzipped them, and Andrew jiggled himself to let them drop to the floor, his small hairless boner jutting out proudly. Andrew hadn't put any underwear on and was all but naked.
Ben started rubbing Andrew's smooth marble sized balls, causing the young boy to shudder with delight. Both boys were breathing hard now.
"We better hide somewhere," Ben said.
"Let's go in the shuttle," said Andrew, who had kicked off his shoes and was now naked. "That's where Trev rode," he added proudly.
"Yeah, the shuttle," Ben said. "It's not going anywhere."
They headed for the airlock door, leaving Andrew's uniform and shoes behind at the workbench. They approached the airlock, and Ben saw all the lights were green. He knew that meant the pressurization was equal between the shuttle and the starship, so all he had to do was open the hatch. He pushed the open button, and the hatch split into three parts, opening the airlock. He and Andrew walked into the airlock and followed it to the hatch to the shuttle, which was open. The main on hatch on most shuttles was at the front, and this was no exception. They entered the shuttle right behind the co-pilot's seat. The two boys turned left and walked between the four rows of seats behind the pilot and co-pilot's and into the center section.
Ben knew from his uncle that most shuttles were divided into three sections; the cockpit section, generally seating the pilot, copilot and up to eight crew members. The middle section, which had a small galley, the head, and sleeping accommodations for six. Obviously on a long trip beds had to be shared between watches. Most shuttle trips were never more than a day or two at the longest. They weren't built for long distance travel. The third section was the operations part of the shuttle.
Ben and Andrew walked up to where the beds were folded into the wall. There were two rows of beds, three high. After checking the directions, Ben pulled out the bottom bed. It consisted only of a plastic mattress with no bedding. Neither boy cared, all they wanted was a soft surface to lie down on.
Ben was ready to tear his uniform off, but Andrew said, "No, let me."
He reached high to pull of Ben's tunic, then unsnapped his pants, pulling the zipper down slowly. He grabbed hold of the waistband of Ben's boxers, and yanked them and his pants down with one pull. He marveled at Ben's boner. It had been so long since he had seen it, with its hair and its leaking precum.
He got down on this knees and licked the precum off the head of Ben's steel hard cock, then slowly took into his mouth inch by inch. Ben petted Andrew's still smooth head as his brother's mouth worked on his hard teen cock.
"Wait," Ben whispered, as he panted with lust. Both boys hearts were pounding hard , both from sexual excitement, and from the small amount of fear involved. Ben sat on the bed, took off his shoes, and pulled his pants and boxers completely off. He knew they had a time limit on them and would have to get going a bit faster.
He got on his back on the bed and said, "Fuck my mouth, Otter. Stick you dick in it and fuck my mouth."
Andrew got on top of his brother, his dick sliding down to Ben's open, eager mouth, as he lowered his own head back on to Ben's leaking boner. Oh, how he loved the taste and feel of his brother's cock in his mouth.
He soon had his body in a rhythm, his mouth bobbing on Ben's cock and his dick slamming into Ben's mouth. Ben was hoping this would be the time for Andrew's first wet cum as the two boys worked towards climax. As the pressure built up in Andrew's smooth little cock, his actions on Ben's dick became more frenzied, and his fucking of Ben's mouth became harder. Andrew was the active one, Ben the passive one this time, but it wasn't always like that.
"Ohhhhhhh, god, Otter, I'm cumming," Ben cried out, and then he exploded, shooting his hot teen cum up into Andrew's waiting mouth, filling it with spurt after spurt and sending him over the edge, causing him to scream out and push his tight smooth balls right up against Ben's nose as he tried to squirt what wasn't yet there deep into Ben's throat.
Andrew turned himself around, then collapsed on top of the bigger boy, putting his lips to Ben's lips. Ben could smell his cum, opened his mouth, and was surprised when he felt and tasted his cum oozing from Andrew's mouth to his own. He and Andrew had never done that before, and he wondered how Andrew knew about it.
Andrew then lay on top of his brother, their two bodies molding, thinking of his rub off with Nipper just a couple of nights ago.
"That felt good, Benjie. Thanks."
"Yeah, it did. Thank you, Otter." Ben pulled his little brother tightly against him, not wanting to lose the feel of his smooth warm body against his own.
Outside, Ely, Kalon, and Harrison Wolfe carried their gear into the shuttle bay. Because they were passing through they didn't bother turning on the full banks of lights, and none of them noticed the uniform and shoes lying on the floor by the tool bench. Kalon pushed the door opener and the three of them walked into the airlock. The entered the cockpit. Kalon and Ely were surprised the interior lights were on, but then remembered that the shuttle had just been moved out of the bay and docked to the airlock a little over an hour ago.
In the middle compartment, the boys heard the men enter.
"Oh, shit," Ben said, "quick, grab your uniform, we gotta to into that door." He couldn't see anywhere else to go.
Ben grabbed his uniform and both boys went through the door, closing it as quietly as they could behind them.
"Who was it?" Andrew asked, his heart thumping loudly.
"Probably just maintenance guys checking things."
"But then they might come back here," Andrew said.
"Yeah, you're right, but there wasn't anyplace else to go." Ben started getting dressed. "Quick, but your uniform on. We can just say we snuck out to meet and got curious. I mean if we get caught the worst that can happen is probably a week of kitchen and bathroom duty."
"Um, Benjie," Andrew started, trying to stifle a sob.
"What?"
"It's my uniform."
"What about it?"
"It's on the floor. In the shuttle bay."
"Oh shit." He pulled his brother tightly to him. All they could hope for is that whoever came into the shuttle was just loading something and would leave quickly. And that they didn't turn on the full bank of lights in the hanger bay and see Andrew's uniform on the floor.
Ben crawled back farther down the dark narrow corridor. It was lit only by emergency lighting. He found a door to side of the corridor. He opened it. It was the head and the shower. He went to the next door and opened it. It was a small storage area. It was empty, and if they squeezed in tightly, he and Andrew could both if in, albeit, quite snugly.
He guided his sniffling brother into the storage closet and crawled in behind him, shutting the door. They could last there for whatever time the men were in the shuttle. He just hoped they would be finished before the first watch was over.
To be continued