Date: Fri, 18 Aug 2017 02:30:33 +0000 (GMT)
From: ovote@unseen.is
Subject: Not the usual cruising Chapter 2

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This story has descriptions of acts between adults and pubescent youths.
Bear in mind that this is a story only and is not factual in any way.
Thought crime remains only in the pages of Mr Orwell's novel so enjoy, but
do not recreate any scenes which may strike a chord within you.

This story is true, well it is until the end of the first paragraph of
Chapter 1, then it veers off into fantasy land. And fantasy land is a place
where the passions that drive us can be indulged without fear of
consequences that keep our behaviour on the right side of the law in real
life. So step into my fantasy land, pull up a chair, get comfortable and
grab a tissue or two (you'll probably need them), but not for this first
chapter.


Chapter 2

What would you have done? I know, that's a rhetorical question, you
wouldn't be here on Nifty browsing in this section if the answer was in
doubt. But remember I liked young adult men that I could stand in a pub
with and have good nights out with before getting in bed with them. There
wasn't the slightest thought in my head about what was in his shorts. I
knew straight away he had taken my words to heart and had made a decision
that he could trust me with his innermost secret. The worst possible thing
I could do would be to turn him away, so I said to him

"If you've come all the way down from the village without Peter it's
something that you didn't want to say in front of him. Do you want to pop
onboard rather than shout from the towpath? I think I've got a little idea
of what direction this talk will take."

He looked at me gratefully and stepped over the gunnel into the stern of
the boat. I still hadn't given a thought of how this all might appear to
anyone seeing this happen, but looking back on it I guess Paul wouldn't
have approached the boat if anybody had been about. The realisation of what
he was about to do must have hit him now that the moment had arrived. He
stood there looking a little lost, or maybe finding that last tiny bit of
courage to start.

"Grab yourself a drink and take a few minutes to sort yourself out first" I
said to him. "Now you've took the first step things will be easier if you
let yourself relax a bit"

I pointed to the mini fridge in the work cabin behind him. The boating
community is a very sociable thing and invites to have a drink with fellow
canal dwellers are commonplace. I always kept a decent range of cold drinks
on hand, from beer and wine to soft drinks. Opening the fridge he studied
the contents for a moment, chose a Coke and held it up towards me as if
asking was that O.K.

"Do you think you will be better here on the deck where anyone walking past
could overhear, or do you feel it best if we sit inside? I asked him. He
thought for a second or two then said quietly to me that inside would be
better if I didn't mind.

"Figuring he would benefit more from a couple of minutes looking around,
and getting used to the boat could only be of benefit I pointed through the
work cabin towards the main cabin

"We'll go through to there, but you'll have to take those dirty trainers
off first, I've got a nearly white carpet on the floor in the other cabin"

Motioning him down into the first cabin I followed him in and as his eyes
went scanning about I gave him a quick rundown of what he was seeing. My
work desk and the computer system set up on it must look pretty intense to
someone seeing it all for the first time, but in truth its main functions
are to run my business from a tiny area rather than a full sized office. So
everything is concentrated in a much smaller area. Added to that is a lot
of the kit I have for all the tinkering I do with hobby electronics, and on
the other side of the cabin are all the electrics system of the actual boat
itself. To an outsider it looks massively complicated, but in fact the
condensing of it all down to a smaller space is the only difference, and I
knew where everything was because of organising it myself. I closed the
rear cabin door, there is a door at each end of this cabin, and told him to
jump up onto the centre deck where the quad was then followed him up the
four steps. As he climbed the steps I, for the first time believe me,
looked at his back view and the thought crossed my mind -- nice cute bottom
he's got. I followed him up to the middle deck and we took the few steps
down into the main cabin.



The way the boat is set out the first part of the main cabin is the kitchen
area, which then leads into the main living area, the bathroom is just
afterwards with a narrow corridor running alongside it opening out into the
bedroom. Seeing me kick off my shoes in the kitchen he did the same, I
filled my wine glass from the box of red wine on the worktop and we walked
through into the main part. Boys being boys the kitchen wasn't of much
interest to him, but he had a good look at the way it was set up.

"First time inside a canal boat?" I asked him.

"Yes, I always wondered what they are like inside. This is just like a
proper house isn't it? He replied.

"Every boat is different. I don't think I've been on one that is exactly
the same as another apart from the boats that you can hire for holidays. We
all have them set up for the way we live our life. And my life is probably
a lot different from most of the other boaters"

I wasn't interested in the traditional style with lots of wood panelling
and brass dangly ornaments you will see on the majority of boats. Purists
might be aghast at the way mine was done in a much more modern style, but
it isn't them living on it so tough luck on your sensibilities is my
attitude. From the small LCD television to the hi-fi everything was geared
towards the high tech life I loved. I sat down on the armchair and watched
as he looked around. I could see that he was a reader when he went over to
the small bookcase and took the time to look at the shelves properly. I do
tend to pick up books every chance I get and store them up for future
pleasure, like a squirrel storing nuts for the winter. After a short time
he came and sat on the other armchair and put his Coke down on the little
table between the two chairs. I still had the joint I had been smoking on
the deck, it had gone out a long time ago, and I took a tissue from the box
on the table and laid down the joint on the tissue. Paul looked at it with
some interest, clearly knowing what it was.



After a second or two he started "When I was eight we went on holiday, it
was somewhere in Spain but I can't remember the name of the place where. It
was me, mum and my gran. Where we stayed was a complex with apartments, and
it had everything there. The pool had all these big water slides, and I
remember going down them lots of times. One of the days I got out of the
pool because I needed to go to the toilet, I ran over to what was like a
changing rooms that had a toilets inside them. There was a man in the
changing room, he must have just finished getting dressed, or maybe he had
just come in and hadn't got changed yet, I don't know which. He said
something to me, but it wasn't English and I didn't know what he said. I
can remember just pointing to the toilet door and running in there. I
didn't know he had come in after me and had pulled down the front of my
swimming trunks and was peeing. I felt him when he came and stood right
behind me, then he leaned down and took hold of me while I was peeing and
held it. I couldn't stop peeing and it seemed to me as if that lasted for
ages, him standing there holding it while I pissed. It was only when some
other boys came in the other end of the changing rooms and I heard them
shouting to each other that he let go of it. By the time I stopped and was
able to turn around there was nobody there. When I went back out to the
changing rooms he was gone. I was trembling but it wasn't really that I was
frightened, it was just the oddness of what happened. I know I should have
gone and told mum, but for some reason I didn't say anything. I've never
told anyone until now, but I've never forgotten it."

Not yet knowing what was coming next I asked him "Did you never see him
again in the complex?"

Paul went on "All I remember about him was a blue top. But when I have to
go to a toilet now I stand there thinking someone might do it again to me."
Then very quietly he said "It makes me go stiff if I think about someone
touching it."

Deliberately I stopped myself from looking at the front of his shorts. I
hoped my dick would behave itself, I knew if I spotted a tent in his then I
would react the same way. Instead I looked over at the clock and checked
the time. I asked him what time he had to be home by, whereupon he told me
his mum was out at work, she worked as a barmaid in the same pub in the
village. He said she got home around midnight, as long as he was in by then
she wouldn't know he had been out late.

"A few of us sometimes hang out together in someone's house at night
playing Xbox and stuff like that, I told Peter I had stuff to do to get
ready for our holidays next week so he didn't come calling for me to go
with him tonight." he told me.

I stood up and went to the kitchen, got him a fresh cold Coke and refreshed
my glass. I started to tell him about the first time someone had touched me
in the same way. That's quite a long story in itself, and I gentled it down
a bit as I was telling him, so I won't go into the full details now because
it wouldn't really be an accurate description of all that happened. That
too was an older man who introduced me to the feelings and sensations that
I, at about the same age Paul was now, had never known before. The man had
done much more than Paul had experienced, and although I had known about
wanking and the basics of sex, I had a whole new world opened up to me. I
took to it like a slut, sorry I mean a duck, to water. By the time I had
finished the story Paul was leaning forward on his chair, eagerness or
hiding an awkward erection? I didn't know, and was only afterwards I
started wondering which one it had been.



After a short length without saying anything Paul asked me if he could use
the toilet, he'd had two full cans of cold Coke after all. "I'll show you
where it is." I said "But don't worry I won't follow you in and stand
behind you. I'll go into the bedroom and finish off this smoke, we only
ever smoke on deck or in there because there's an extractor fan right above
where I am." I told him. Picking up the part finished joint I went into the
short passageway, opened the bathroom door and motioned him to follow
me. Once he had gone in the bathroom I carried on to the bedroom, sat on
the bed and relit the joint. I heard the flush going, and then the water
pump kick in as he washed his hands. Calling to him I said I was still in
the bedroom, I expected him to go back to the lounge but instead he came to
the bedroom door and looked in.

"Do you and Simon both sleep in here?" he asked as he looked and saw there
was only one bed.

I nodded and held up the joint. "Does it bother you I'm smoking this?" I
said rather than make it seem as if sleeping with another lad was in any
way unusual.

"No, a lot of people in the village smoke it, even my mum but not very
often. Some of the lads we hang out with do as well, I've tried it a few
times but it's too strong and makes me cough a lot."

"It takes a little time to learn how to do it right." I told him. "You
don't need to take big mouthfuls of smoke for it to work, it's better to
just pull in a small amount then open your mouth a bit and inhale some air
to cool down the smoke before drawing it down. " And I demonstrated what I
meant.

"Try it that way and you'll find it a lot easier." I told him and held out
the joint for him to take. He stepped in and took it from me. Hesitantly he
took a pull on it the way he saw me do it. He did cough a little bit, but
instead of handing it back to me he kept hold of it then took another toke.

"There you go, no cough that time, that will hit you a lot stronger because
you haven't coughed it all out straight away. You'd better sit down before
you fall down." I said.

He came over and sat on the end of the bed next to me and I held out the
ashtray underneath the smoking joint then knocked off the ash with my
fingertip, leaving him holding it. Leaning over to the side of the bed I
picked up the little box that had ready made joints in it. When Simon
stayed it was always necessary to have lots done, he was a hog when it came
to toking. But like me he didn't smoke ordinary cigarettes. Maybe leaving
Paul to finish the first one was a little bit much, so I cautioned him not
to take too much now that he was doing it properly.

"I can feel this more than I have done other times" replied Paul.

"You will do, this is the proper stuff. I get it from my cousin's
boyfriend, he's Jamaican and supplies half of the town I'm from. They won't
touch poor stuff. Just lean back and let it flow through you"

His attempt to lean back had him swaying a bit so I put my hand on his back
to guide him backwards.

Going back to what he had first told me I asked "When the boys came into
the changing room were you glad or sad he stopped touching you?" He didn't
answer, but he giggled a little bit.

"I'll take that as you liked it but you are a bit embarrassed to say. And
I'll bet you feel a bit excited if you go into a toilet now, because you
are remembering the strange feelings you had." His whispered yes was hardly
audible.

"If you had wanted me to follow you to the bathroom just now and do the
same I'm sorry it just didn't occur to me to do it. But seeing the way your
shorts are pushed up I think there would have been a lot more to hold than
that man found down there."

His erection was pretty obvious now that he was lying down, and I couldn't
take my eyes off it. The inner sensible part of my brain was shouting at me
to put a stop to it before things got out of hand. But as we all know
sometimes the little head takes the steering wheel and the big head is
pushed into the back seat.

He just laughed again when I said that, the toke had loosened him up a
lot. Truth to tell it had done the same to me, I should have known
better. The stuff always made me horny.

"I would not have done anything like that to you, I wouldn't touch anybody
unless I knew for certain he wanted me to do it. And I would be in a lot of
trouble because of your age."

His answer shocked me "Only if I told someone, and I wouldn't do that. I'm
good at keeping secrets."

I looked at him, lying back on my bed with his eyes almost shut and a faint
smile on his lips. He was so fucking cute I couldn't stop myself.

"You are so sweet." I said as I leaned down and brushed a gentle kiss on
his cheek.

"We aren't stood in front of a toilet now, but if you want me to hold it
like the man did I'd love to." I whispered to him. I laid my hand gently on
his stomach and moved it in a slow circular rhythm and kissed him again,
this time on his lips. I heard his gasp as he felt our lips touch. I moved
my hand downwards as I kept rubbing and on to the waistband of his
shorts. Fuck it I thought and carried on until my hand was on top of his
dick on the outside of his shorts. I closed my fingers around that rock
hard dick and slowly wanked it through his shorts. Turning towards him I
lifted his T shirt up and slipped my hand inside his shorts and slid down
one side of them. Taking my hand away from his dick I found the other side
of his waistband and eased the shorts down. Pale blue underpants with
darker piping came into view, the fly opening gaping in them.

"Shall we get these out of the way for you?" I said and was rewarded by his
whispered "Please yes"

I slid my hands underneath him and inside the elastic of his briefs. His
cheeks fitted perfectly, one in each hand.

I couldn't resist him any longer. "Oh you beautiful boy I said and started
kissing him gently. His lips were slightly open and I ran my tongue softly
over them. I felt him respond and push his face closer to mine. I lifted
him slightly from the bed and slid my hands down, taking his briefs with
me. Still kissing him I couldn't wait to see the treasure I had
revealed. Looking down his dick was rigid and pushed tight against his
stomach, squashing down a soft bush of light brown hair above it. The sack
underneath was drawn up tight against the base of his dick, with small, but
fully developed testicles bulging in the sack. I'd better deal with him
quickly I thought to myself, it would take very little for him to
explode. His whole body was trembling and his breath was coming in little
gasps. I kissed him again and then started moving downwards, kissing his
neck and his chest. I ran my tongue across his tiny budding nipple and his
moan of pleasure told me he was very sensitive there. I didn't dare touch
his dick. The slightest stimulation would send him straight over the top to
cumming. Running my tongue down I circled his little innie belly button.



Further down and I touched the tip of his dick with my tongue. I was as
desperate as he was. My own cock was literally soaking the inside of my
shorts as it released a steady stream of precum. I'm going to shoot in my
pants I thought to myself as I opened my mouth and slid it down on his
beautiful dick. He was about five inches and I slid my mouth down all the
way until I felt his balls on my chin. Sucking tightly I held him in my
mouth, then started moving back up. His body pushed upwards as I did
that. With my fingers I took hold of the skin and pulled it backwards, and
felt his cock head come uncovered in my mouth. Paul gave a long moan as the
most sensitive part of his glans was stimulated for the first time in his
life by something other than his own hand. I ran my tongue underneath to
those wonderful nerve endings that make us jump, and boy did he jump at the
feelings that were shooting through him. Tightening my lips around his dick
I started a slow and steady up and down sucking that beautiful dick. I
found his balls and cupped them gently in my hand. He was gasping now and
pushing himself into me. I heard him try to tell me he was going to cum,
but he mustn't have been able to form the right words. For a quick second I
released him and said "I want you to cum Beautiful Boy" and went back to
sucking him deeply and tightly. I felt his arms grasp me as he started
shaking on the bed. I put a couple of fingers underneath his balls and
pushed inwards to put pressure on his prostate from outside his body. I
timed my pushes on him with the jerks I could feel him make. With a long
moan he started shooting in my mouth. Red hot nectar bullets of his cum hit
the back of my mouth.  It felt like a lifetime that was over in seconds, I
held him and caressed his smooth skin as his gasps and shudders were
replaced by soft exclamations of contentment. I could very easily grow to
love this boy deeply. Now I understood what the passions of boy lovers
were.

I turned myself again so we were lying face to face and held him. Kissing
him again gently I said to him. "I hope that was everything you hoped it
would be Beautiful."

He giggled and told me it did and more besides. Taking his hand I slipped
it into my shorts and put it on my own sticky throbbing cock.

Hearing his gasp of surprise I said "Look what you've done to me." I pulled
down my shorts and released my cock, his hand stayed holding me so I
covered his hand with mine and started wanking myself. Once I had
established the motion I let go of his hand and let him carry on wanking
me. The thrill of all that had gone on had almost brought me to the edge
myself and I knew I was only seconds away myself.



"Don't stop Baby. " I whispered to him as I felt the first pulse of cum
filling my cock. I was leant slightly towards him as he made me cum. I
think I shot harder than I had done for a long time as it pulsed out and
landed on his stomach. As I continued to splash my cum onto him I rubbed it
on to his beautiful smooth skin and kissed him deeply. Pushing my tongue
into his mouth for the first time to find the tip of his tongue. We lay
holding each other for a while afterwards, not needing to say anything to
each other.

Special times must come to an end, as we all know. All too soon we had to
separate and come back down to Earth. We got up and I took him to the
bathroom still wearing just his T shirt, ran some warm water and washed his
lovely body clean, then went to get us both a fresh drink. When I got back
to the bedroom Paul had collected his shorts and briefs. I grabbed his
briefs from him and told him I was going to keep them to remember the most
beautiful evening I had ever had. And I did keep them.

Sitting on the bed together I picked up the ashtray and said to him "Don't
put down the strength of your feelings to this stuff, all this does is
opens up your inhibitions and let helps you do what you want to do
already. You can have the lovely sex without stimulants now you are over
that first worry about not knowing what to do."

By now it was almost 11 pm, pointing out the time to him I said "You need
to get home before midnight, I don't want you turning into a pumpkin and
white mice."

As we got organised for him to go we both knew we would rather carry on
with more of the same. Leaving the boat after checking nobody was in sight
I walked down the towpath with him to the road which was about 200 metres
away. Before we got to the road we stopped and I kissed him goodbye. I had
planned to move on to a different place the next morning. On a whim I told
him I was going to go down the canal a few miles, turn the narrowboat at a
place where that was possible, come back up and moor on the other side of
the village. I wanted him to come back the night after. He didn't know if
he could, or whether his mum was working again or not, but I knew if it was
possible he would manage it somehow.

Walking back to the boat I think I was a foot off the ground walking on
air. When I got onboard I got my beautiful boy's little briefs and took a
picture of them on my phone.

I couldn't resist sending the picture to Simon with the message -- I'm just
a whore!! Take one guess who these belong to. xx



End of Chapter 2