Date: Sun, 30 Dec 2007 11:40:51 -0800 (PST) From: erik ritler Subject: space ship boys, chapter 1 - an accidental voyeur I've been reading the stories on Nifty for years now, and recently I decided that it might be recreational and enjoyable to write something for the archive. I'm not an experienced writer, so honing my skills is something of a work in progress, particularly when it comes to making something as plain as words on a page seem erotic. The following is the first chapter in what seems to promise to be a long tale of teen lust, self exploration and space travel. There's definitely a plot here, and the current story arc stretches out for many chapters. There's also a lot of sex to be had, although in the initial chapters one might find the sexual exploits of the characters to be a little tame. I've tried to find a balance between writing a story that goes on and on with no sex and one that is nothing but sex. Whether I accomplish this or not will be up to the readers. But don't worry, what starts out as a lot of jerking off in the initial chapters will start to get steamier down the road. For those who tire of plot and conversation, I'll always put the work 'xes' before each sex scene. Just use the find feature in your browser and you can skip forward to the dirty parts. My promise to those who choose to read this tale is that I will continue it so long as there is interest to do so. Each chapter will denote that the story will continue up until the end, and I promise to add each new chapter no more than 60 days from the posting of the previous. Many will appear much sooner than that. While the general story is set for the next several chapters, I've always thought the longer tales in the archive should be something of a group effort, so I would love to hear any ideas, comments or questions from readers. My email address is erikritler@yahoo.com, and I will always read messages about the story. Just make sure to put the title of the story in the subject line so I know it's not junk mail. Space Ship Boys Chapter 1 - An Accidental Voyeur The world ended - about three months ago - there is no doubt at all about that. Not that I want to start this story off with a total downer, it's just that it's probably better that I get the serious stuff out of the way. I don't want to play down the facts, or gloss over the reality of the situation. Earth. Gone. Massive egress. Large ships on their way to a new planet. Humanity's last hope. Cliche, but still somewhat satisfying. Best to get the tears over with and move on. That's what I did, three months ago. Of course, for me it was easy. About 15 minutes after hitting zero gravity the full impact of what was happening hit me. I was angry, depressed, sad, then angry again - you know, your typical steps of acceptance. Then about 35 minutes after hitting zero grav (about the time the ship accelerated and I felt like my brain slid down my spine), I was over it. Earth. Gone. Massive Egress. Whatever. Me, I'm Devon. I know, stupid name. What can I say, my parents were the kind of annoyingly dull people who would name a kid something bland like Devon. I'm pretty typical, I guess. Not too tall, not too short. Reid says being in space should make my 5-9 into 5-10 or even 5-11 eventually, but I'm not sure Reid is exactly an expert on space travel or anything. I have dark brown hair that has trouble staying brown because I get bored easily (Right now it's got some blond in it, but I'm thinking about trying to find something that will make it blue. It just seems like if you're going to be on a spaceship heading to a new planet, someone should have blue hair). I'm a little scrawny, which I don't really like, but I'm only 17, so I kind of expect to bulk up some, assuming one can bulk up in space. I have a cute, boyish face with a nice short round nose and deep brown eyes, or at least that's what all the girls tell me. The thing I like best about my face is my eyes. They're really dark brown, and then I have these kind of bushy eyebrows which I think makes me look a little intense. I was a little tan at one time, and my skin is pretty good for tanning, but it's not like there's a lot of sun out here so I'm getting a little pale, even though I manage to make it over to the UV Center once or twice a week. No one wants to look too pallid. Overall, like I said, I'm pretty generic. Maybe that's why I play with my hair so much, to stand out a little. As for the rest of me, well, that will have to wait until later. So you're probably wondering why a 17-year old is flying through space all alone. Well, to start with, I'm not alone, even though I find myself frequently lonely. Space is surprisingly crowded and simultaneously solitary, which is only one of about a thousand things that are odd about my situation. Ok, to bring you up to speed, we all knew the earth was in trouble long before any of the truly bad stuff started to happen. I mean really, it wasn't that hard to see what was coming - even HG Wells knew way back in 1885 that we'd eventually destroy ourselves. No one seems to have taken this seriously in the 20th century, but in the 21st century it became blatantly obvious that mankind wasn't going to make it on earth. No one knew when everything would come to a head and force us off the planet, so the real question wasn't whether we'd be destroyed, but when. Since no one could answer this, the prudent thing seemed to be to have a plan of escape so that when bad times came, humanity would have recourse for survival. Thus the DENON project was born, and to make a really, really long story short, interplanetary ships were designed and placed around the earth to act as escape vessels when the crap hit the fan, and the whole plan was given the name 'DENON', which just reinforced the idea that guys that build massive space ships have a penchant for naming things with stupid sounding acronyms. This all happened a long time ago - way before I was born, and even before my parents were born - the ships were designed to sit there for hundreds of years, waiting underground for the day they were needed. I never even saw a whole ship, just pictures and schematics. You could see the large towers where the real ones were buried, but not the ships themselves. They were planted in the ground and just sat for decades, so it wasn't surprising that most people assumed the necessity to use them might pass our generation by like it had my parents' and their parents'. Unfortunately (or I guess, fortunately, if you like space travel or had a lot of parking tickets on earth), that didn't happen and now we're in space accelerating towards a new home that will take us about 18.367 years to arrive at. Before all that happened, though, I was a second year student at John Ducker T.L.U. That's a boys' school out in what my friend Patrick always called the 'hinterland' of Wyoming. I don't know, I think his grandparents were German or something. He likes to use that to his advantage in demonstrating that he's just a little more than dorky. JDU was a nice place - huge campus with a lot of trees and these great old brick buildings made in what the tour guides called 'university craftsman' style. Looked kind of like large, formal brick log cabin kind of buildings. I mean, they weren't logs or really wood at all, but the bricks were shaped in a way that made them look kind of foresty or something. I don't know, you'd have to see it to understand what the hell I'm talking about. Whatever the architecture looked like at the school, it was way better than where I grew up, which was mostly crappy duplominiums. The school was really expensive too, you had to shell out a ton of cash to go there, or at least your parents had to shell out a ton of cash. You had to be pretty smart too. I think they only excepted those in the 98th percentile. I say 'except' instead of 'accept' just to prove they made a mistake when scoring my test and letting me in. I like to think of myself as somewhat dumb, just so I don't get too full of myself. Anyway, school was really cool there and I was getting to like it a lot. It was way better than my stupid Second Level school in Arizona. Other than being hotter than hell, the people in Arizona were all kind of shits. Real cliquish, if you know what I mean. You had to prove yourself to fit in with a group, otherwise you were kind of a reject and no one would look out for you. I wasn't really into that. I mean, we were all twelve year olds. What the hell did we have to fight about or prove? Who cared who lorded over the playground or had the best lunch? I sure as hell never did. Plus everyone in Arizona were nazi redneck conservatives. Not that I dislike conservatives, it's just the Arizona ones were your troglodyte variety. Earth was 6000 years old, execute anyone who commits a crime worse than a parking violation, yell and scream that the political parties are all so liberal the world will soon end. Those kind of Republicans. Ok, so they were right about the world ending, but in the end it probably wasn't the liberals' faults. Wyoming is (or was, I guess) a bastion of liberalism, which was also kind of annoying and completely too touchy-feely, but in a lame intellectual way. Lots of guys in sweaters offering you a glass of milk and asking you to tell them how you felt about everything. So anyway, when I had my second graduation, I got into JD and transferred up there. I liked it a ton better right away, even though it was a little weird at first. Before long, though, I met Patrick, and he seemed like kind of a nerd, but an earnest nerd, if you know what I mean, so we got along well. We had a couple classes together, and he was a pretty fun guy. Knew all sorts of weird stuff I never heard about. He was friends with a guy named Reid - had been since he was seven, and when Patrick and I became buds, Reid and I started hanging out and became good friends too. Pretty soon, the three of us hung out together all the time. Became something of a trio on campus, and then became dorm mates our second year. If you're wondering why I'm sitting here reminiscing, it's mostly because I'm stuck here in the service ducts on what we call 'shit detail'. Everyone on the ship has to help keep it running, and in addition to having a permanent job onboard we have these really crappy tasks that we get rotated into. Today I have to crawl around these totally claustrophobic service ducts in the living area of the ship to make sure there aren't any blockages and to log the condition of everything. You know, part of the routine of making sure this hunk of floating space crap can make it where we're trying to go. Technically, this was Reid's assignment, but he'd totally shit himself if he had to come in here. He's real claustrophobic. He hasn't done too well on the spaceship to tell you the truth, but I think he'll survive, so long as he doesn't have to spend time stuffed in a duct. So I traded him for this, and I'll give him one of my shit jobs later on. He better appreciate this, however, scrunching through this fucking narrow aluminum tube isn't all that fun. So life at JDU was pretty cool. We had a whole group of friends and I even started dating this girl Allie that went to school on the other side of town. Don't ask me why the private schools in Wyoming were liberal enough to ban The Pledge but not enough to let guys and girls go to the same school. If I miss anything about Earth, it's her. She had this dark brown hair that was kind of long and rounded at the bottom. Always smelled kind of good. She had a really pretty face too, with these lips that were so pink you swore she was wearing makeup even when she wasn't. She was always going around in these school sweatshirts and knee-length grey skirts, which I know sounds kind of ugly, but Allie made it work. She had perfect vision, like most of us do, but she had these old glasses with plain glass in them. She didn't wear them often, but this one time when we had first started dating she had put them on and it was immediately obvious that I dug her in them. I don't know what's wrong with me, but I started to get this thing about intellectual looking librarian girls last year, and when I told Allie about it she was eager to use it against me. The first time she wore those glasses and tried to seduce me was when we became more than friends and was the first time we made out, I mean really made out, and so later on she would wear them around town occasionally. It was her secret code to tell me that she wanted to fool around with me, and all I had to do was see her in those glasses to need a cold shower. I would probably need a cold shower right now just thinking about it if the blood wasn't still cut off to my lower half. Damn service tunnels. But don't think I'm a freak because of the glasses thing. I mean, I'm not like one of those guys that needs to have some weird object like a sweaty foot shoved in his face to get a hardon. The glasses were just an inside joke, and that made it sexy. Her breasts were a hell of a lot sexier than her glasses. Totally soft, just as pink as her lips, and just the right size. And man, the first time I managed to get her damn bra off I discovered nothing ever tasted so good as a woman's body. Ok, now I'm going to take a break. This fucking duct is about only big enough to crawl through, and it smells kind of funny, all metallic and stale. It's not really an air duct or anything, or so they tell me. More like alternative access. The living areas of the ship are divided into areas, sections, subsections and rooms. Like I live in area 23, section E, subsection 5. The subsection is comprised of five bedrooms that share a common room and bathroom, and while I'm sure a fair number of earth escapees are having a hard time adjusting to this living style, it's not all that different from JDU to be honest. So anyway, all the rooms on the ship have regular access and emergency access, and that's the space I'm in now. It's pretty much just a long curving tube with hatch doors every forty feet or so. The doors have vents in them so that you can see into the rooms if you're in here, and about the only perk to this stupid job is that I get to see how everyone has decorated their quarters. At first everything was just bland and white, but since it's been three months a lot of the guys have managed to print posters or customize the furniture or make a total mess in their rooms. Like where I'm sitting now I can see in a room and it looks like they somehow managed to make some kind of big graffiti collage along an entire wall in the room. Kind of cool, me and my roommates never thought of anything more than a couple of stupid movie posters in our flat. To finish my train of thought, I had been dating Allie for a couple months when the alerts went out. We were in school one day, and the klaxons start screeching all over the place. They were placed all over the city, and each one could be heard for at least five miles, so when they all went off at once they were horribly loud. They made this noise that was both low and high pitched and also vibrated somehow, so that it was like fingernails on a chalkboard right in your brain while someone threw rocks at your gut. It kind of hurt my head, heart and crotch all at once, if that makes sense. I guess the idea was to get your attention, and they sure did that. At first we all thought it was a drill, but then they never set them all off like that for a drill so almost right away everyone knew what was happening. The thing our grandparents had built the ships for. Everyone in the class seemed to scatter all at once, but not in a total panic. Protocol in this situation was still covered every year in school, when we'd have this week long unit on evac and resettle, so we all knew what to do. Gather up the essentials, get to the nearest escape rocket, and get the fuck off the planet. From the time the sirens went off to lift off was supposed to be an hour in our case. My class wasn't too far from my dorm, so I ran there first to get some of my stuff. Life as a student was pretty simple. You bagged everything you owned onto campus and moved it once every twelve weeks, so you stayed pretty mobile. We were supposed to have these emergency evacuation supplies, but I ditched mine when I was eleven because I thought it was pretty lame to trade out the clothes and food once a year. Made me feel like one of those idiot mormons. So instead of evac bags, I just grabbed my big duffle bag and threw in what I deemed 'necessary'. I'll be honest, I skipped most of the stuff I should have brought and went for the things I thought I couldn't live without. My drive with all my digital files, some clothes, some games. I mean, evac meant a one way trip, and at the time, with everything in the room vibrating and shaking because of those damn sirens and thoughts of the ship taking off without me, it seemed like the most important thing was to put stuff together that would keep me from getting bored. I think my brain defaulted to thinking I was going on vacation. I also threw in my snowboarding clothes - don't ask me why. I guess space sounded like it might be cold. About the time I finished packing, Reid and Patrick made it home. They startled me when they rushed in, but when I realized it was them I sure was glad. If I was going on an eighteen year ride to another planet, I wanted to have my friends with me. Plus, if they were in the woods on a hike or something and missed the ship, I'd feel really bad about it, probably forever. Reid was all sweaty and red in the face, and I think his hair gel had started melting and was getting in his eyes. He immediately began throwing stuff into a bag he had brought with him to school, just like I had been doing two minutes earlier. Patrick was just kind of standing in the middle of the room. He was kind of pale, but right at that moment I remember he looked about as white as a guy could get without passing out. In fact, I think if I hadn't run into him with my overweight duffle bag, he might have. "Patrick," I said in a kind of moderated voice to get his attention. He looked really bad, like he was in shock. He didn't really move or anything. "PATRICK," I said more firmly. To hell with him freaking out, we needed to go. He looked at me with this creepy distant kind of stare, "get your gear together," I said as calmly and forcefully as I could, "we need to get to the ship." Reid was on his side of the room tossing stuff into his bag. He looked about halfway done. Patrick didn't say anything, but I could tell from his expression that he came back to reality a little. He walked over to his bed and slid a large plastic compartment out from under it. It was about four or five feet long I guess. It had a handle on the top, and when he grasped it and pulled up, the bin folded in half and made an electronic tapping noise that I took to be the two halves locking together. He turned round, and I could see that printed on the other side in large blue letters were the words 'EMERGENCY EVACUATION KIT. PROPERTY OF PATRICK DELLANO. (9155) 447-4144.' Yep, he was a nerd alright, but at least he was a prepared nerd. I grabbed his favorite jacket out of his closet and threw it to him (So sue me, space just sounded cold. I gave Reid a jacket too, so now we at least all have cool winter gear to wear). He caught it with his free hand and tossed it over his shoulder. He looked about ready to go, and Reid was zipping up his bag. I slung my duffle over my shoulder, and for a second the strap wrapped up around my neck and pulled me off balance, choking me a little. It must have looked a little funny because Patrick cracked the tiniest smile, which was a vast improvement over the zombie look he was perfecting. The bag sure weighed a lot, and when I stopped to wonder why I realized I had already forgotten half of what all I put in there. From the miniscule things left in my quarter of the room, I'd have to say I probably packed most of what I owned. "Ok," Reid said, all professional and in charge, "Are we ready?" He had already opened the door to our room and stepped into the hallway, where you could hear some of the other twenty guys on our floor doing what we had just done. I nudged Patrick's shoulder and got him to start walking for the door. Once he had passed the threshold, I pushed him the rest of the way through and asked the guys to give me thirty seconds in private (I figured we were ahead of schedule anyway). I closed the door between them and me, which I could tell Reid didn't really like but wasn't much in a position to say anything considering the door was already closed. They asked me later what I did in those thirty seconds, but if I'm not going to tell my two best buds I'm sure as hell not going to tell you. When I was ready, I opened the door, and we ran down the stairs and out of the building. We didn't wait for our fourth roommate Derick. We weren't real close friends with him, and he belonged to all these social clubs anyway. We knew he'd head for the rocket with some of the guys in his frat, probably without even coming here, so taking off without knowing where he was seemed ok. Wow, I must have totally zoned out while reminiscing because I just realized my legs are totally cramping in this position. I figure I'm doing well on time, so a break might be warranted. It's hard to move down these things for long without getting all sore. So I shift around and get into a reclining position. God it feels good to stretch out lengthwise for a bit. My back was killing me from walking all hunched over in here. I'm lying perpendicular to the vent, and I discover that from this angle I can get a totally better view of the graffiti in this room. I'm trying to make out whether this one area is a skull or a guy hunched over when I hear someone coming down the hall. The floors in the hallways here are this lightweight metal, so they're kind of noisy when someone walks hard on them or slams a door. xes At first I thought it was just ship noise or someone passing by, but a few seconds after the outer hallway door shut quietly, the door to this individual bunk opened and these two guys came in. I recognize them at once as these two guys called Sean and Dog. Dog is actually named Doug, by the way, which is admittedly lamer than Devon. That's why he's called Dog. Some of the guys that have been in his group for a long time say the Dog thing started way back in like third grade. I guess it kind of stuck. Anyway, I know them kind of from back at JDU, but not real well or anything. I'm not sure what they're doing in their quarters at this time of day - no one's really supposed to be in this area in the middle of the second shift (which is like early afternoon, earth time), and most of us have jobs during this time. Sean had this trunk in his room - I guess he didn't think the duffle bag option was practical - and after they came into the room and shut the door he slid it in front. The bunks aren't very private - there are actually two stacks four beds high on each side of the room, so usually eight guys share a room. I have this friend Lee who bunks in here, so I've been here before, and know that Sean had this horrible pastel southwestern quilt on his bed. Really lame. I don't think it's special or anything, but he probably brought it with him, which was pretty smart considering the scratchy synthetic blankets the ship came with. Anyway, you could always tell Sean's bunk by this ass-ugly blanket. So he slides the trunk in front of the door, and now I'm way more intrigued because I can tell they're moving the trunk so that if anyone comes back to this area unexpectedly the trunk will jam between the door and bunk and give them some privacy. There aren't locks on the doors. So about now I'm not regretting today's shit detail at all. Life on the ship can be boring, and then sometimes excruciatingly boring. Guys hide stuff all the time, and I'm more than willing to sit up here in my little tube to find out what Sean and Dog are hiding. The hatch out of their room sits along the top third of the wall, so it's little four inch square vent gives me a good bird's eye view to the space below. I just have to make sure to be really quiet. Maybe they have some pot or something (in which case I might make an effort to be friendly with them later on in hopes of scoring an invite to future smoke outs). But what happens next, I'm totally not ready for. Sean and Dog go to the open space between the two stacks of bunks, slip their t-shirts over their heads, and stand face to face. Now, I'm not an idiot, and I immediately suspect that these two are up to something sexual. I mean, guys strut around in boxers and tees, or just boxer briefs, or even naked, all the time these days, so it wasn't all that unusual for Sean and Dog to be topless in their own room, but there's something weird about them both coming here in the middle of the afternoon, taking off their shirts at the same time, and standing face to face. They also seem a little horned up, to be honest. Now let me be clear, I'm not gay or anything, but I'm a pretty smart kid from a pretty open family, even if I sometimes say otherwise. So I've always been cool about this kind of stuff, and maybe even curious. And like most any teenager, anything sexual is a turn on (Back at JDU, even my roommate Derick banging his nasty fake-boobed girlfriend in the next room a little too loudly did the trick). So when Dog reached up and put his right hand on Sean's chest and I felt a little twinge of adrenaline and testosterone, and that's why I decided to stay and watch. Not 'cause I'm into guys, just to see what would happen. Besides, with no girls on this damn boat it's not like there was action to be had anyway. And even if I had wanted out of the show there was really no way to leave without making noise and letting Sean and Dog know I'd seen them from the access hatch, which I assumed they wouldn't take kindly to. So I let my weight relax on the duct floor carefully, positioned myself for the best viewing angle, and settled in. At first, Dog just left his hand on Sean's chest, and I could understand why. Me, I'm pretty skinny, and my body runs in a straight line from the base of my neck to my dick. I got no curves, which is good because I'm not fat, but not the most desirable chest to have. Who knows, maybe I'm not done growing. Sean and Dog, though, they have pretty good bodies, as I'm now discovering. They are both thin and fit - probably about as tall as me but a little heavier. I'd say like 160 lbs. Sean is a little bigger - more muscular I mean. He's a very alpha-type personality and I know he likes to work out a lot. I think he is like six months older than me, even though we're in the same year. His chest is starting to get pretty well developed, and he has this great totally flat stomach. No six pack yet, but still one of those great, flat adolescent stomachs that can take fifty tacos without adding an ounce. He doesn't quite have the pecs some of the older guys sport, but I think he could get a good chest some day if he wanted. Sean also has this great face, even I can admit that. Short spiky brown hair, a short, straight nose and these really intense blue eyes. He's a pretty cool guy, but his eyes make him always seem like he means business somehow. They aren't soft and adorable like mine, but very authoritative and piercing. His lips are also really pink, something I was just noticing and which I found kind of sexy. Pink lips must be my thing. Dog, now that I could examine him shirtless in a little more detail, also has a pretty good torso. He's a little less muscular than Sean I think, but I notice he has an awesome stomach. His stomach isn't totally flat. Not that he has an ounce of fat on it, but he has a line that runs from his chest down to his navel, probably the beginning of a washboard. He's also just starting to get some tone in the side of his abs, so that the entire area around his navel stands out a little. For the first time, I see how sexy a guy's belly button can be. Mine is pretty plain I guess, but Dog's kind of sticks out a little. His face is a little more boyish than Sean's, which suits him. It's a good look, and he goes with it by keeping his dark brown hair longer and parted down the middle, so that either side of the part occasionally fall into his eyes. Right now, with one hand just sitting on Sean's chest, he's looking down with this kind of solemn look on his face, like he's thinking really deeply about something, so I can't really see his eyes because of his hair. His lips aren't all sexy-pink like Allie and Sean, but Dog has a better shaped mouth. Wider than the average guy or something, so that his upper lip always seems a little further out than his lower one. When he smiles it curls up in this adorable way. I remember that from a poker game one night back at school. What these guys have in common is that they both have awesome skin. I mean, it's like smooth and totally flawless. Most teenagers seem to have ok skin on their bodies (as far as I know), but Sean and Dog are like completely smooth, hairless and, dammit, tan. I have skin that can tan ok, but it's a little yellow. These guys are both this perfect shade of light brown with a pinkish hue, like they'd been at the beach playing volleyball all afternoon or something. My skin breaks out a little sometimes, but these guys looked like they didn't even know what a zit was. Dog leaves his hand there on Sean's chest for a second, with his palm cupped over Sean's breast, like he's feeling his heartbeat or something. It's kind of a weird position, maybe sexual, maybe not, but then he slides it down and starts rubbing Sean's nipple between his forefinger and thumb, which is definitely sexual. They're just looking at each other, with me in the back of the room stuffed in a closet with this perfect profile view of them. Dog takes his hand off Sean's chest, and I'm not sure what they're going to do, they haven't said a word since coming in. I think for a second they're going to change clothes and leave, but they both totally grab for the other guy's pants and start unbuttoning them. My eyes get a little wider, it's a pretty intense move. Sean is a kind of aggressive guy - he gets like two buttons undone and shoves his hand into Dog's pants. "Holy shit!" I kind of laugh to myself, these guys are going to go at it and I have a front row seat (albeit with an obstructed view). When Sean's hand shoots into his pants, Dog throws his head back and bites his so-sexy lower lip, but keeps on unbuttoning Sean's pants. He also tries to slip his shoes off at the same time, and kind of fails. I don't know if I could manage to rip a guy's jeans off, have my dick massaged and get my shoes off all at the same time either. He falls back a little, and yelps. I think Sean was holding his package too hard and when he shifted weight it pulled on it, but it was more a comical yelp than one of real pain. It was clear these guys were getting hot, though, and I think they mutually agreed to take stop petting for a second so they could get undressed. They each grabbed for their own clothes, and somehow seemed to alleviate themselves of shoes, socks, jeans and underwear (well, Dog surprisingly wasn't wearing any) in about two seconds flat. They were both naked, standing face to face, with their clothes thrown on the other bunks, and oh-my-god, they were both totally hard. Ok, so let me tell you that there comes a time in every boy's life when he learns an important lesson about the world. Dicks, as it turns out, aren't all the same. I mean, I always knew they were different sizes - even Sunday morning cartoons occasionally allude to this fact. What I didn't realize was that they can be quite different shapes. I mean, like any 17 year old I spend a fair amount of time with my erect penis, so I am pretty familiar with it. I'm like 5 1/2 inches long, and it sticks straight out from my crotch. Just the right size to wrap my hand around, and always at an exact 90-degree angle to my body. You can hang laundry off it. Sean and Dog were both about the same size as me, but they were shaped totally different. Sean's dick also came out from him body straight like mine, but in the last inch or two it curved upward towards the ceiling. I mean not all the way, it wasn't broken or anything, it just started to slightly curve upward a little. I couldn't help but think this was kind of cute. Dog, on the other hand, had a hard dick that pointed straight up and lies flat against his stomach. I mean, if you didn't know better, you might think it was attached to his abs all the way to the tip. And somehow, the fact that his belly was already so goddamn hot was completely exponentially accentuated by his dick sitting on that smooth, tan stretch of skin above the pubes and below the navel. I was at once shocked, aroused, and kind of in awe. Call me naive, but for some reason I just never thought a guy could be curved or be hard and point straight up. I guess I never thought about it. Honestly, though, I didn't get that much time to check out these guys assets, because about as fast as they got their pants off, they grab each other's cocks and start jerking each other off. Oh my god, that looks kind of fun. It's been like four months since Allie and I got any sex time together, and now we probably never will again. Ouch, now that I think about it, my own dick is completely tenting in my shorts, which are kind of loose, since I decided to lie flat in here it's smashed between my body and the floor. As slowly and quietly as I can, I move my left arm under my belly and try to position my dick so it's at least pointing a little more up instead of out. It's actually pretty uncomfortable to have your dick crammed into a metal floor. Sean and Dog were totally rubbing each other's dicks up and down now. I assume they're both circumcised, but that's based on what I've read because I haven't seen too many naked guys and I'm not sure I'd recognize whether a guys wasn't or not. I think one guy in a porno my friend had wasn't, but he may have just been gross and wrinkly. Sean didn't seem to have any foreskin at all, or rather what he had stretched tightly back from the head of his penis. Dog was rubbing it back and forth, but keeping a light enough grip to let it slide in and out of his cusped hand. Dog's dick seems to have more skin, and even though he is obviously totally hard, Sean is grasping his shaft pretty firmly and pulling it up and down. The loose skin stays in the same place while Sean does this, and the skin is slipping up and onto his pink tip over and over, even though it never quite covers it completely. There's a kind of slurping sound, and Sean lets out this totally erotic raspy moan. I had been mesmerized by the way Dog's skin glided up and down his shaft that I wasn't paying that much attention to Sean, even though the way they're standing their dicks are only like eight inches apart. Sean's dick was obviously leaking a lot of lubrication, because his whole shaft was glossy and wet. I get that way a little, but this guy seemed like a hose or something. I then realize that I haven't taken my hand out from under my body, and my palm is scrunched in between my now completely overheated boner and the locker floor. I'm left handed, so needless to say this is a familiar position for me, sans being stuffed into a tiny space. Here's where I run into a little dilemma. I'm at an age where a sexy ankle can make me spray, so needless to say these two guys in total mutual masturbation was completely erotic to me, even if I don't consider myself gay. Like I said before, I'm an open guy, so I have no problem getting off on watching two guys. I never did it before, but I did wank once to the sound of one of my old friends playing with himself at a sleepover, so I know how powerful someone in your general vicinity having sex can be. So there's no moral dilemma to this situation, but there is a slight problem. I am in a tiny duct spying on two friends, and while they seem to like me ok, if I'm caught they may kill me, or at least beat some sense into me. This being the case, my heart had actually been beating at like 4 thousand PSI (not fast, just super hard) from the moment everyone's pants came off. I had been really trying to measure my breathing, afraid that one of these guys would hear me. Each breath sounds as loud as a street repair crew in my head. They aren't seeming to hear that, even though I don't know how they can miss it, but clearly they would hear me if I just started jerking, so I'm in this kind of super-annoying situation. I'm aroused the fifth hardest I've ever been, but I have to just sit and watch. Fuck, well, I guess that's the life of the voyeur, another valuable lesson I learn today. But like any teenager, I feel a little immortal, so I decide on a compromise. Fortunately, my shorts were drawstring and pretty loose, so I open them up and as quietly as possible (I even hold my breath), I slide them and my boxers down far enough so that my boner springs free. Man, there's nothing like cold air on an erection. Am I right, or what? This was kind of a stupid position in that if I were caught there's really be no question what I was doing, but at least I'm not crammed in my pants anymore. I can't jerk it, but at least I can let it out for a while. Sean and Dog had not heard me, even though I was sure taking off my pants had made enough noise to wake a coma patient, but they are both still in their own worlds so I think I'm safe for now. They have clearly been practicing this because they both seem to know what the other likes. Sean is now firmly but slowly stroking Dog with each stroke taking like a full two-count, where Dog is quickly slipping his hand up and down Sean's shaft all over the place. Sometimes he's making a full fist around it, and sometimes he's just grabbing the tip and sliding it between two to three fingers. Sean has closed his eyes, and in this kind of surprising move he puts his left arm around Dog and onto his butt cheek. They had been standing pretty close, but Sean pulls Dog's body closer to his and puts his head on Dog's shoulder. It's weird. I mean, these guys have each other's hard dicks in their hands, but somehow this seems totally more intimate. Dog seems to like it, he also closes his eyes and opens those red lips a little to get out a moan that's somewhat higher pitched than the grunts Sean is making. Dog was also getting pretty flushed in the face, where Sean seemed almost peaceful. For a full thirty second, everything in the room is in rhythm. Sean and Dog are slightly moaning and grunting with each breath, and their hands run over each other's erections over and over. Because Sean pulled Dog so close, their dicks are now about three inches apart, and Dog is really working Sean's dick. For all the noise I can't make, these guys can go to town on each other. Sean's cock is getting wetter and wetter and slurping and squelching and making all sorts of noises. Guess what else I learned today? Wet dick noises and low groans are also fucking, fucking, fucking sexy. Man am I uneducated. Whoops, I didn't even notice that as Sean and Dog were getting more and more into each other, I've started lightly squeezing and releasing my own hard penis. What I really want to do was tear out of the closet, ram my hand up and down my shaft at 400 billion miles per hour and spray all over the place, but that's not the best idea I've ever had. So I stick to squeezing, which, unless I started leaking a lot, won't make any noise. I just keep contracting my hand, putting firm pressure on my entire shaft for like a second at a time. Even though I can't do a true jerk, I let my thumb massage my tip a little. Oh god, that feels good. No sooner have I made the decision to stick to the squeezing than things with Sean and Dog get a little wild and head towards a climax. Any guy over 13 recognizes those sweet last few moments before the end, and even though I didn't know these guys too well, I could tell there are some similarities in male sexual biology as far as panting and gasping goes. Sean all of a sudden starts breathing really sharp, short breaths - kind of huffing in this low repetitive breathing that is actually pretty course and loud. It's obvious he's about there, and if I can tell this Dog sure as hell can. Dog rolls his head back towards the ceiling and Sean seems to take this as a sign to start stroking him a lot more vigorously. Dog takes a deep, sharp breath in, scrunches up his face and lets out a really clear and distinguishable (and loud) "Ah, FUCK" It was the first thing either had said since coming in, and something about this one really clear profanity made by a boy in immense deep sexual heat, brought everything to a head. Sean's breathing immediately gets even louder and raspier, his body tenses all over so that his pecs actually look pretty good and every muscle from his ass to his shoulders seem to flex, and he starts kind of violently nodding up and down, like he might be headbanging at a concert. His cock just completely erupts up onto Dog's stomach. Even from where I was, you could tell it was a hard shot that might have made it across the room if Dog wasn't in the way. It just kind of sticks there as he convulses and bites down on his lip. Another shot sprays out of Sean's dick, which seems very hard and very red right now, and hits a little to the side of the previous one. At about the exact same moment, Dog also tenses and his dick just completely blows up. He doesn't make any noise other than breathing pretty fast, but he sure does spray a lot of cum up onto his own chest. Later I kind of wondered if he ever got it into his own mouth, but at that moment I was kind of focused on the whole simultaneous cum thing. I knew I needed to be quiet, so I made the conscious and very responsible decision to stop playing with myself and wait until later. Unfortunately, a 17 year old sometimes experiences biological mutiny in a situation like this, and my hand and cock refused to cooperate with my brain. Not that it mattered, somehow as soon as Sean and Dog were cumming, I was at the point of no return, and when those crazed lust hormones flush thought a guy's body, there's little he can do to stop what inevitable happens next. Right as Sean's second volley lands on Dog, I feel that old familiar pressure in my balls that means the pinball plunger is pulled back and things are about to take off. I mustered just enough restraint not to tense my legs, which would probably have made a fair bit of noise. Instead, in a semi-panic that my approaching orgasm is going to give me away, I just hold totally still. Not that it matters, my dick starts throbbing all on it's own as waves of ecstasy creep up from my balls into my stomach, chest and back. They it hits my brain and my eyes kind of roll back into my head, which is all the movement I afford myself this ejaculation. I accidentally let the tiniest rasp escape my lungs, which I think was pretty minimal considering I was both cumming and trying to hold myself in this horrible position perfectly still and silent. Sean had stopped spraying, but Dog is still unloading on his own chest. Man, the guy really can cum. I'm not really into my own semen, but somehow Dog standing in here with two complete loads oozing on that sexy boy tummy is one of the hotter things I've seen in my life. As Dog's cock stops pulsing, they let go of each other's erections even though Sean keeps his hand on Dog's ass. He isn't moving it around on Dog's butt anymore, but he kind of has his palm open and cupping the cheek. I noticed how completely attractive the curve that makes the transition from Dog's butt to his waist is. This guy might not be able to bench 250, but he sure as hell is put together well. Then Dog does something totally unexpected. He takes his left hand, smears it in the cum all over his tummy, and presses it against Sean's belly. Kind of like a cum handprint right around his navel. Like I said, I've never been into my own cum, so I didn't really know if this was sexy or just gross. I was leaning towards gross, but at the same time it seemed pretty intimate. Dog removes his hand and Sean takes his arm from around Dog's waist. Silently, they begin picking up their clothes. Sean pulls up his jeans first, but Dog kind of weirdly puts on his shirt, then his socks, then his shoes, and I thought for a second he was going to go with his cock hanging out for the world to see for the rest of the day. It was still a little hard, but softening. But then he pulls his jeans on over his socks and shoes, which may have been the oddest thing I've witnessed all day. To each his own, I guess. I was kind of afraid they'd stay in the room a while. Play cards or something. I had expected the big secret to be pot, in which case I would probably have popped out the compartment as soon as they lit up, demanding my fair (or unfair) share. Now I kind of had to stay hidden until they left. Fortunately, once they were dressed they pushed the trunk back in place and left the room, the once difference from when they came in being that their bellies and this duct were covered in quickly drying cum. I wait a few minutes to make sure one of them isn't standing right outside the door so that they'd hear me if I started moving around in here. Once I figure I'm safe, I decide to move up to the next hatch, which is the common room for this quad, and get out of this stupid duct. Oh my god, being out in an open room and able to stand prone is about the best and the worst feeling in the entire world. My back and spine are loving it, but as the blood rushes into my limbs every single one aches and tingles. I also have this weird cramping in my calves that I have the sneaking suspicion will become a general soreness I can look forward to for a couple of days. It's getting late in the afternoon and I figure I can knock off and pick up here tomorrow with the duct cataloguing, so I decide to just head back to my dorm, or I guess quarters would be the appropriate term aboard the ship. Walking into my room is a little weird. It's the exact same as the one I just came from, just there's no trunk or mural. I have to admit, I feel a little odd. Maybe it was being stuffed in that duct all afternoon. Or maybe it was being a pervert voyeur. I think about cumming in there with Sean and Dog stroking on the other side of the vent, and it make me a little nervous. I mean, I know Dog and Sean didn't know I was there, so it's not like I'm busted or anything. Still, I have this feeling in my stomach, which is really starting to turn now, that maybe somehow they'll find out and come after me. Like I think I said before, they're cool guys and we get along ok, but I don't think they would be cool with me spying on them. Not like that's what I intended to do. I think I know why I freaked out there a little bit. See, the thing is, there aren't really a lot of girls on this ship. The escape ship near J.D.U. was built mostly for J.D.U. I think when the things were built they expected a town to grow up next to the college, but it never really did. Instead the town grew up near the girl's school 30 minutes away, and most everyone from there used the other escape ship in the city. So this ship is not all that full - only at like 40% capacity, and most everyone on board was from JDU, and being a boy's school, that makes the ship's population about 95% male. And that's at the root of what's bothering me right now. When we got settled and everyone got over the sicknesses you get when the earth is destroyed and you become a space-refugee, one of the things I had to deal with was that my sex life was just about one-hundred percent dead. And not just sex. Assuming I didn't connect with one of the massively underrepresented female population on this ship, I'd never date, I'd never have a steady girlfriend, I'd never get married and I'd never have kids. Not that I want all that right now, but it's the kind of thing you always imagine yourself having some day. But I can't even start any of that until I am thirty-four, assuming we land on time, and right now thirty-four seems like a bazillion miles away. I'm only seventeen now, so waiting over eighteen years to get back a normal life is literally waiting a lifetime. But I don't want to get too drug down in all the psychological crap that has hit me in the past three months. I can always go see one of the 'therapists', but mostly I'm ok with the end of the world now. What I think is mostly bothering me is that seeing Sean and Dog like that made me realize something. My sex life isn't over, it's just over unless I go gay, or at the very least bisexual. I mean, maybe I was naive, but somehow I had this picture of four thousand really frustrated guys spending years and years in celibacy, but obviously that was a kind of stupid notion. Biology, physiology, psychology - whatever you wanted to attribute it to, it's clear to me now that some of the guys on this ship are going to go right ahead being sexual. I think what Sean and Dog (and I) were up to was just pent up sexual energy, but it has to hold that eventually some of the guys may become serious sexual partners, maybe a lot of them. In many cases, it may be out of necessity, but environment dictates a lot about a person's identity, and I think that Sean and Dog are just the first sign of this new situation we're in. I take a good look at myself in the mirror. Those old, reliable deep brown puppy dog eyes, made all the more expressive by perhaps overly bushy brown eyebrows. People have always told me that my eyes make me look like I have a lot on my mind. I guess right now I do. What future do I see for the guy in the mirror? What's he going to do, live the life of a sixteenth century priest and keep happy time to those occasions where he can obtain a private shower stall? Or is he going to become a voyeur, jerking off inside emergency ducts to free shows whenever he can? But he, this reflection, is me. Is there a Dog out there for me, someone I might get together with on quiet afternoons in my bunk? The thought is kind of wistful, sad, and gross all at once, if a thought can be all those things. Like I said, I'm not gay nor have I ever put any serious thought into being with a man, but I'm open enough to always consider all the angles, so now I kind of have to think about it. What would it be like, kissing another guy, feeling his chest, grabbing his dick? Again, it seems kind of gross, or maybe just foreign. I then recall the quiet look of contentment on Dog's face when he first held Sean's breast in his palm, and I understand now that there was more to that look that unrestrained teen lust. He had been happy to be with Sean that way, happy to be his lover. Could I do that? Could I get used to that? And these thoughts, with a million others running on a rampage through my skull, were the reason I was standing all alone in bathroom on a Tuesday afternoon, feeling like I might throw up, and considering that an event had just occurred that simultaneously got me off in a major way and completely changed my frame of mind about the next two decades of my life. I was sure this was all meaningful somehow, but it all lead to one big unanswerable question: what next? To Be Continued...