Date: Fri, 25 Aug 2017 21:50:28 +0000 (GMT)
From: ovote@unseen.is
Subject: Not the usual cruising Chapter 3 *** Replacement chapter***

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This story will include, in some chapters, 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 help 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 3

I was woken up early the next morning by the insistent ringing of my phone,
after ignoring it the first two times I eventually stumbled from my bed and
found the phone.

"You dirty, lucky bastard!" was Simon's first words. Then of course he
wanted a blow by blow account, that wasn't an intended pun by the way.
After calling me as many filthy names he could think of he then invited
himself back down on to the boat in a few weeks, when he had some time off
work, so he could `show Paul what a real lover was like' as he put it.
Simon also told me of something that, although neither of us realised it
then, would affect both our lives in the future.

As you will realise I'm relating all this to you some years after the
fact. When he arrived home after leaving the boat he was greeted with the
news that his Grandfather, now in his eighties, had announced to all the
family he had modified his will with a codicil that meant his grandchildren
would inherit a much smaller amount unless they married who he considered a
pure Filipino. Apparently he had spent years regretting what he called
diluting his heritage by marrying an English woman. With Grandfather being
a very successful businessman, and with a few different businesses, this
caused a volcanic eruption in the family. Simon, being a gay man and also
working in one of his Grandfather's businesses, was going to be affected by
this decision no matter what he did about it. I don't want to get too far
ahead of what eventually happened, but this will pop up from time to time
as the rest of this story unfolds so I will keep it all in roughly the same
sequence in regard to the other parts I'm telling you. But don't be
fretting over Simon in the meantime, it may be a little bit of a spoiler
but things turned out well in the end thanks to his mum's ingenuity.
Mother's, aren't they wonderful?

Being up early I resisted the temptation to stagger back to bed for another
hour or two, the dreaded weed always makes me want to sleep late after
indulging, and I hit the bathroom for a nice wake up shower. Suitably
refreshed, and once I had made short work of bacon and eggs, I set to and
made the boat ready for moving. I took the opportunity to go a few miles
down the canal to a service point, where I was able to jettison my rubbish
in the bins provided and also fill up my water tanks. Once done I turned
around and made my way back up the canal to find a suitable mooring point
on the other side of the village. By suitable I mean where I wasn't
overlooked and a little visitor had a good chance of getting to the boat
unobserved. All this work was done by about 1 pm and I decided to wander
off into the village and show my face. If I was lucky to see Paul I could
tell him whereabouts I was moored. Where I was now had a fourteen day time
limit on mooring, so I was planning to stay at least another week. Instead
of riding the quad I walked to the village and took my camera with me.
There were some lovely thatched cottages on the edge of the village I
wanted to get some pictures of. The gang of village boys were out and about
as usual and I was greeted by them as I walked through, with my eventual
destination being the pub's beer garden. Both Paul and Peter were with the
other boys, and Paul asked me where the bike was, with one of those
slightly wide open eyed glances that pass a message he wanted to say more
but couldn't, you know the kind of thing I mean I'll bet. I told them I
walked as often as I got a chance, and the bike was really only for longer
journeys because I didn't want to get fat. In the general chat I had with
them I said I had to move off the mooring I was on because the time limit
was up and mow I was further along the canal. This was more for Paul's
benefit so he knew I had done as I said. Just then Paul noticed his mum
coming out to bring drinks to some people sitting at another table, so he
went to talk to her.

"Would you ask her to bring me a Coke when she's served those people." I
said to Paul as he moved away from the other boys.

Sitting in the beer garden I browsed through the pictures I had taken, the
other boys had moved off somewhat, and I saw Paul coming back with my
drink. I was a little bit surprised but he told me she had a food order
waiting for her to serve when she went back into the bar. He said his mum
wasn't working that evening, so he didn't think he had a chance of getting
out again. We had time for me to tell him roughly where I was moored now,
and I would be there for a few days, before his mum came out to take my
money for the drink. He started talking about my quad bike while she was at
my table, and was told by her to stop bothering me. I replied that it was
fine and it wasn't a concern at all, then after taking my money she went
off to get me my change leaving him there. He was quickly able to tell me
that he was put out at not being able to come to the boat later, but I
suggested he try to see how the land lay tomorrow afternoon, don't take any
risks and be aware of it being daytime and take extra care if any other
boats had come and moored on the same stretch of canal in the meantime.
Then I told him to make himself scarce before she came out again and saw
him spending too much time around me, so he went off to join his mates. I
only had the one soft drink that afternoon, and made my way down to the
boat again afterwards, stopping in the village shop to pick up some odd
bits and pieces on the way. About 6 pm Simon called me again and we had a
long chat about his news and about his worries for the future. Of course he
wanted to know more about Paul and last night's episode, even though he had
heard it all from me in the morning. He was going out to Manchester that
night with a couple of friends, hitting the gay bars around Canal street
ironically, which isn't a narrowboat type canal any longer any if you not
from the U.K. It looked like a quiet night for me ahead.

I had my evening meal and did a little bit more on the little electronics
project I was working on as the evening wore on, getting towards dusk I set
to and went around closing up the boat for the night. There's not much to
do, just checking the mooring pins are in the bank tight and that the
hatches at the front and rear are secure, pretty much as you would check
your doors and windows in an ordinary house. While I was doing that I could
see a small figure some way down on the towpath. In the hope it was Paul I
gave a wave, which was tentatively returned, but whoever it was didn't come
close enough for me to make his features out properly, strange I thought. I
closed the blinds in the lounge and put on a film, a normal film that is,
and instead of sitting to watch it I went to the bedroom and sat in the
darkness with the door closed and the blinds angled so I could see out.
After a short time the figure walked past the boat but whoever it was
carried on down the path. That was even stranger, there was nothing further
on for another two or three miles until a road crossed the canal at a
bridge. From the baseball cap and the way he walked I could tell it was a
boy. When he had gone out of sight I went quickly to the rear cabin and
turned on the computer, which if you remember activated the movement
sensors I told you about earlier. The way the vertical blinds were set in
the lounge I thought I would get a better view if he came back because the
light through them would shine on him as he approached. With nothing but
waiting ahead I lit up a joint from the box at the side of the bed.

It was about ten minutes later that I heard the little chirp alerting me
that someone was approaching, as the figure drew level with the windows he
had his head downwards and I still couldn't get a good view. I was on the
point of knocking on the window, by now pretty sure it was Paul when he
turned slightly to try and look in and I saw it wasn't Paul but Peter his
friend. The first thought in my head was somehow he knew what had gone on
last night. Had Paul slipped up and said something to make him suspicious?
Or did he think it was just odd that two nights on the run Paul hadn't come
to hang out? Did he think Paul was in here with me now? Visions of police
turning up ran through my head. I had to get rid of those little blue
briefs quickly. By now Peter had gone out of sight back towards the road
leading to the village. After pondering the situation for a minute or two I
came to the decision I came to with most things I'm trying to work out --
`the more you know'. It isn't much use trying to know what to do when you
don't know all the facts is it. Picking up my smoke I went through the boat
to the stern, luckily I'd put the waterproof cover over the middle part of
the boat so I was able to do this without the deck being open. On the stern
I sat quietly in the growing darkness. He would either come back for
another look or he wouldn't, I couldn't do anything to change what he did.

I had sat there for about ten minutes, and was about at the point of giving
up and going back inside, when the little chirp sounded from the cabin. As
he drew level with the stern I lifted up my lighter and lit the remainder
of the smoke that I had let go out. The sudden flash of light in the
darkness so close to my eyes stopped me seeing his reaction, but I heard
his gasp of surprise.

"Third time along the path, have you lost something?" I said, letting him
know he was busted.

He wasn't expecting me to know how many times he'd walked past, and
whatever he may have thought up if I had spoken to him on his first pass
wouldn't work for him now.

After a second or two, thinking hard I guess, he said "I'm just knocking
about, none of the lads are out and it's boring in the house."

"Your boyfriend not out with you then?" I asked him.

He looked at me questioningly, so I went on. "Paul isn't it? You two seem
to be together most of the time." And I laughed as I said it, letting him
know I was taking the piss out of him rather than seriously thinking it. He
came straight back at me with an emphatic denial, but I think he picked up
on me making a joke out of it straight away because he also laughed about
it. I stood up and stepped into the cabin and grabbed a Coke from the
fridge, calling out to him to ask if he wanted one as well. I brought the
two out anyway and handed one across to him without waiting for an answer.
I wasn't anywhere near inviting him on to the stern yet. He asked me why I
had moved to a different place, so I explained about moorings having a
specific time limit, and I was licensed as a continuous cruiser.

You all must know that feeling when you are chatting to someone and it
creeps over you that the other person was up for a play around? It's subtly
different from the gaydar ping that tells you someone is gay. Even though
the conversation went on about totally normal stuff, the boat and the
village, your inner voice tells you he is after a wank. Mr Common sense was
in charge of me tonight though, and I was in no way sure enough about him
to push towards that happening. He either realised it wasn't happening, or
he didn't know how to push it further. Don't get me wrong I wasn't totally
against the idea of a play around together but I think I needed a little
more reassurance it wouldn't end up with him saying the wrong thing to the
wrong person, and the wrong person in this case could be anybody. By now he
had sat himself on the gunnel of the boat, but with his feet still on the
canal bank so he was sat slightly sideways and twisted towards me. I
couldn't resist the temptation of upping the game, and then still sending
him home with blue balls, so I mentioned that Simon might be coming back to
spend next weekend with me. He was quick I'll give him that, as soon as I
said it he saw a way into the conversation he wanted to be having.

"Are you going short without him then?" Laughing as he said it.

"It's nothing to do with that" I said. "We enjoy each other's company and
get on well with each other. But neither of us are tied to just each other,
he's free to get off with someone else, and so am I. He's not the only guy
that comes and stays here, I've got lots of friends and it just depends on
work time or if they have commitments at home".

"Is everyone who comes and stays gay as well or do you have a couple of
bedrooms?" As he asked he leaned forward to look into the cabin. Which
wouldn't have done him much good anyway he would only have seen the rear
cabin and not the main living area.

"I can convert the seats in the lounge into another bed when there's more
than two of us, and my daughter comes for visits. But she bags the bedroom
and I have to slum it."

He must have been confused about a gay man having children, but I wasn't
prepared to get into the specifics of my personal life with him. And what
was even more relevant it was getting towards a point where my resolve was
wavering. Thoughts of a nice little session inside his pants kept pushing
forward, and by now I wanted to find out how nice his cock would look an
inch away from my eyes, and how it feel slipping through my lips. It was
time to end this before I made a move I wasn't sure about. Making an excuse
that I had arranged to call my daughter at about this time I picked up my
empty can and the ashtray. Ducks and fish can swallow the rubbish as they
break down into tiny pieces, so we never throw rubbish in the water. I may
have been letting my cock rule my head, (I'll bet you're saying again just
as I am aren't you?) but I told him to call and chat again but to make it a
little bit earlier next time.

When he had gone and I was back in the lounge I sat there congratulating
myself at not doing a silly thing, then the next minute calling myself an
idiot for not getting his pants off. In just one day I'd gone from never
having given a single thought of taking a boy to bed to salivating about
the wonderful boy I experienced the night before and yearning for more of
him, and more boys besides. I went to bed that night looking forward to
Paul coming to see me tomorrow if he could. I'll tell you it took a lot of
effort to leave my cock alone and save what I had for then.

Every five minutes of that Sunday felt like an hour, hoping and desperate
to see if Paul managed to get away. By the time I eventually saw him in the
distance at around six pm I was oozing and dashed to the bathroom to clean
the end of my cock. Through the window I motioned him to jump on the centre
deck instead of going to the stern. He didn't need to be reminded and
kicked off his shoes when he came in through the kitchen.

"My mum's working right through until the pub closes tonight. She wants as
much overtime as she can get for our holidays in August." He told me. Time
for a nice long lesson I thought to myself, and when I said that he grinned
as widely as if he had got up on his birthday and found everything he had
ever wished for. With no need to rush we sat in the lounge and relaxed a
little. I decided not to add in to the mix any toking this time. He seemed
eager enough already, and the evidence was pushing out his shorts already
as we sat there. I started off by telling him about my visitor the night
before. The possibility that our secret could be discovered clearly worried
him.

"Does Peter talk about sex a lot?" I asked him, and when he told me he
never stopped going on about it I wondered aloud if he did it when all the
lads were in a gang together, or just when the two of them were together.
Paul sat thinking about it for a little while then told me thought it was
mostly when they were off doing something together, but he joined in with
the other boys as did Paul when all the village boys were knocking
around. Keeping the best bit until last I told Paul that I was convinced
that Peter had turned up in the dark, and by himself, hoping things would
develop into sex play. The more I had thought about it during the daytime
the more I had become sure of that.

Seeing the look of shock on Paul's face I said "Sit there like that with
your mouth open for much longer and I'll come over there and put something
nice in it." And pointed at my semi hard cock.

"I want you to show me how to do that." He said "That was the strongest
it's ever felt, I felt dizzy all over and did it twice more when I went to
bed thinking about it." He was still a little bit shy about saying words
like wanking or shooting in front of me.

"Second lesson coming up now." I said as I went to his chair and knelt down
in front of him. Taking hold of his shorts I pulled them down, and he
obliged me by lifting his bottom off the seat so I could slip them down
past his knees. His beautiful cock rose up as soon as it was freed from his
underpants, white with thin red stripes today I noticed. Leaning forward I
ran my tongue up his leg from his knee until it touched his sac. I opened
wide and took it into my mouth gently and gently ran my tongue all over the
delightful dish. He moaned and pushed towards me, my hands slipped under
him and I cupped his lovely little cheeks. He was near enough rigid with
the new sensations he was feeling and his cheeks felt taut in my hands.
Releasing his balls I licked up his shaft until I found the head of his
cock and I worked my tongue inside his foreskin. I felt his hands hold the
sides of my head as I worked that skin wetter and wetter.

I think we both jumped a foot as a knock came on the outer wall of the
boat. Paul looked at me and I could see the fear in his eyes. Putting my
finger to my lips I whispered for him to get into the bedroom and keep very
quiet, and grabbed his shorts off the floor and gave them to him. The knock
came again and we heard Peter's calling hello from outside.

"I'll get rid of him, close the bedroom door, sit on the floor so there's
no noise if you have to move a bit." I whispered.

I went out of the door on to the middle part of the deck and leaned out
over the quad. Peter was stood at the stern by now, just on the point of
knocking again. When he saw me he limped down a step or two towards
me. Looking downwards I saw one foot was dripping and dirty.

"I slipped on a muddy patch and nearly fell in." he said.

You sneaky little fucker I thought, he had given me no real option but to
help him by telling him to come onboard. With no alternative I told him to
step over the gunnel and take off his shoe and his sock. He was wearing
trackie bottoms and the leg was wet halfway up to his knee. As he pulled
the elasticated bottom away from his ankle as well I didn't see any
alternative to offering him a pair of Simon's jeans to wear. They were
probably a size or two too big but close enough for him to get home. Thank
fuck Simon usually left things here so he didn't have to drag a big bag
every time he came to stay.

Beckoning him into the kitchen area I pointed to the tiled floor and told
him "Stand there and if you get a single drop on my carpets you Dickhead
the rest of you is going in the water. I'll get you a towel and a pair of
Simon's jeans to go home in" Turning away from him I went to the cupboard
near the bathroom. With the boat being in effect a tunnel I knew Paul could
hear every word we were saying, so I asked him how he managed to fall in
the water. I knew he was lying when he repeated he had slipped on a muddy
patch, it hadn't rained for nearly two weeks, and although boats had passed
none had moored up along the stretch I was on. The bank was reasonably high
and a narrowboat doesn't throw a wave as it moves, the speed limit on the
waterways is only 4 miles an hour. Going in the bedroom I pulled a pair off
Simon's jeans out of the drawer we kept his things in. Paul was sat on the
floor nearly in tears, I touched him on the cheek and mouthed for him to
calm down. Going out I closed the bedroom door behind me.

Peter had upped the game even more when I came out of the bedroom, he was
stood in the kitchen with his trackies around his ankles doing his best to
look sheepish. At least he was wearing loose boxers and not tight briefs.
I'd like to say I don't know what came over me but I'd be lying. Three
minutes ago I was sucking on Paul's cock and I was as horny as fuck
desperate for more. Throwing the jeans towards him I said "There you go get
into Simon's pants, I know you'd like to because I've seen the way you look
at him."

Peter was a bit like me in the way he was always quick with a smart answer
back, quick as a flash he shot back with "It's you and him that wank
together, not me."

Without thought I replied "We do a lot more than that, but that's for us to
know about."

He looked at me "I'd like to know." And his tone changed from jokey to
embarrassed as he went on "I mean I'd like to find out." He couldn't look
straight at me after he said it.

"You've still got one dry sock to wank in when you get home thinking about
Simon doing it with you." I said. Fuck it! I was going for the jugular now
"Who did you think about before you first saw Simon?" When he didn't answer
me I went on "If you think nobody can see it you're wrong. If you are gay
then it's a lot easier to spot things others don't. I'll bet you think
about doing it with Paul as well don't you?"

It wasn't a denial when his only reply was "I've never done anything like
that."

But you want to don't you?"

He nodded but didn't speak. I pointed towards his boxers as I said "Don't
be thinking about doing it with Paul now or it will pop out of them." You
know if you tell someone to stop thinking of something it makes it harder
to do it. I pointed to the crumpled wet trackies and told him to kick them
off. I gave him the towel to dry his leg and foot, when he knelt down his
head was level with my cock, still semi and in serious danger of going full
flag as I thought about him so near.

When he had finished and stood up again I asked him what he wanted now. His
two word answer was all that was needed to tip the last bit of sense out of
my brain. "Show me."

I put out my hand so it was level with his dick and facing towards him and
nodded. He eased cautiously closer until the material of his boxers was
touching my hand. I could feel the heat from him on the palm of my hand and
nodded again. That last fraction of an inch was all it took as his dick
came into contact with me, not knowing what to do next he just stood
there. I started rubbing softly on the front of his boxers and felt the hot
young dick firm under my touch with every movement. Whatever was in there
was already bigger than Paul's lovely cock. I slid a single finger through
the piss slit in his boxers and touched the bare flesh of his dick. He was
shivering as I opened the gap and guided it through. Looking down I saw a
lovely cock, six inches of pure healthy boy. I wrapped my fingers around it
and told him to close his eyes and keep them closed. Guiding him along by
his cock I told him to come with me. I walked him into the lounge and
towards the armchair that faced the other way from the bedroom. When he was
sat in the chair, a full rigid cock poking through his boxers I repeated
for him to keep his eyes closed or we would go no further. I went to the
bedroom, opened the door and was able to see Paul wide eyed at what he had
heard. Calling to Peter I told him again to keep his eyes tight shut and
just think about him and Paul wanking each other. Paul resisted me a little
bit as I took his hand and walked him out into the lounge and we both stood
next to the chair Peter was sat in. I knelt down and took Peter's cock in
my hand and slowly started wanking him.

Do you think about wanking with Paul every time I asked. Peter said he had
wanted to do it with Paul for a long time. I motioned Paul to kneel down
next to me and taking his hand in mine guided it towards Peter's cock.
Paul's hand wrapped around his friend's cock and he took over from me doing
it.

"You can open your eyes now." I said