Refugee

Chapter Fifteen - A New Dawn.

Jordan saw this large grey metallic object in the distance. It looked like it had shot down out of the sky. Now it was racing towards them, skimming over the sea. It was approaching very fast. He needed to get up, to get to the helm. What exactly was going on?

He was lying on his back, it felt as though he needed to push a thick fog away. The most wonderful sensation seemed to engulf his whole body. Now he just relaxed, forgot the urgency. Suddenly he felt very sexy, he moved his hips, thrusting.

He opened his eyes slowly as consciousness returned and he focused on the space around him. It was then things became clear, he was naked on the bed in the cabin onboard the yacht. The last twenty-four hours had taken their toll, he'd crashed out as soon as his head hit the pillow, but the dream had woken him.

Not just the dream though! Firas was crouched down at the bottom of the bed and he had Jordan's hard cock in his mouth. The boy's tongue was playing across the head of his erection, which was giving him an incredible feeling. Never in his life had anything like this happened. His building climax took control and he was lost in a muddled euphoria, Jordan reached out to hold both sides of Firas' head. The thought shot through his mind he should pull the boy off, but then Firas looked up directly into his eyes.

It was too much, Jordan gently held the boy's head and moved his hips, pushing his cock into the boy's wet and willing mouth. He gasped, holding his breath as the unstoppable force erupted through his body. He held Firas' head, bucked his hips. "I'm... I'm..." Jordan could not get the words out. Firas sucked on his cock, moving his lips slowly down the shaft. "Gonna... " Jordan thrust into those moist lips.

Firas succeeded in swallowing most of Jordan's juice. He licked around the head of Jordan's still strong erection. Firas felt so pleased with himself. It was a fantasy he had harboured for some time, maybe even before they shared a bedroom together. Now he only hoped Jordan would not be angry.

Jordan lay back spent, but whilst doing so motioned Firas to move up next to him. Jordan brushed a hand through the boy's hair pushing it back from his face. "I shouldn't have done that," he told him, a terrible guilt entering his thoughts.

Firas recognised the confusion on Jordan's face. It was strange, he thought to himself, this grown man is feeling like a young boy who’s just had sex for the first time.

"You didn't do anything, I did most of it." He smiled.

"I'm not..." Jordan paused, no longer sure if what he was about to say was true anymore.

Firas touched his forefinger to Jordan's lips. "We won't talk about this. I like you, it's my gift. You've given so much."

Firas could have no idea how close he was to the truth when he felt Jordan was like a young boy having his first experience. Jordan's mind was full of conflicting thoughts, ideas, and admonishments, but he put it all out of his head. 'What's done is done,' he told himself, and pushed himself up off the bed and found his clothes.

"I need to check things on deck... our course, where we are," he spoke out loud as much to himself as to Firas. "Are you alright?" Jordan asked, not really sure what happens next, but knowing he had things to do, important things.

"Fine... go," Firas replied smiling.

Jordan left the cabin, stopped in the galley to splash some water on his face, and went up on deck. Amar and Samir were together at the helm, "Jordan, hi," Amar greeted him.