Date: Fri, 15 Sep 2017 01:26:42 +0000 (GMT)
From: ovote@unseen.is
Subject: Not the usual cruising -Revised Chapter 5 and Chapter 5a

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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.



Chapter 5

I wasn't expecting a cheeky little knock on the boat wall as I sat eating
breakfast that next morning. It was Monday, and the last day of the half
term school holiday. One of the little quirks of the British education
system was adding an extra day to some school holidays for what they
describe as teacher training days. It always seemed like bullshit to me,
after all they had just had a week or two with no kids in the school, and
could have scheduled that training in the time easily. Nevertheless the
boys would be out with their mates making the best of their last free
day. I had watched my boys, as I had started to refer to them, explore each
other and discover the joy in bringing each other to another orgasm. Paul
had responded heavily when Peter's hands had caressed his lovely little
bottom, I suspected he would be the one to go on and want more pleasure
from that side of his body. And I do admit I felt a little jealous that
Peter would be the one to plough that tight little furrow first, but never
say never so one day I might follow him down that path. Or should that be
up that path? It was getting a little late by the time we had organised
ourselves after our fun, and the boys had gone and cleaned themselves up
afterwards. I got a pair of Simon's jeans, old ones he kept on the boat for
any muddy type stuff we got into along the canal, and an equally worn out
pair of trainers for Peter to get himself home in. The jeans were too big
and the trainers were probably a size or so too small. So it was a comic
sight to watch them head off down the towpath with Peter clutching his
jeans to stop them falling down, and hobbling in shoes he couldn't lace up.


I had told them I needed to get off into the nearest decent sized town to
do some business, and visit a proper supermarket. It wasn't exactly an Old
Mother Hubbard situation (which is a nursery rhyme reference for overseas
readers) but I did like to keep well stocked with everything, rather than
rely on village corner shops. I also had a few things I wanted to pick up
to pass along to one of the boys, which would likely be Paul. Checking my
email I found new mail from Simon wanting to know if more had happened, I
had just replied "Dear Pervert, Call you later, if I tell you now you will
be walking around all day with a hard on" and I sent it expecting a funny,
profanity filled reply. I spent a little time tidying up after last night's
fun and games then dropped the bike off the deck ready for my trip. Riding
through the village I spotted a gang of the lads off in the distance on one
of the fields kicking a ball around, and gave a quick blast on the horn as
I passed.


Once I got into the town, about twelve miles away, I got my various bits of
business at a bank and Post Office done then headed for the
supermarket. Heading straight to the electrical section I picked up a
reasonably cheap pay as you go mobile phone, and an extra sim card for the
same network. I also bought a reasonable amount of credit for both. I had
decided that I wasn't giving my current phone number out to the boys, my
common sense hadn't been completely overtaken by sexy boys. By the time I
had got all that I was realising that this illicit boy thing could end up
being an expensive little hobby, with over £100 spent in one splash. I
was going to give the new sim card to Paul so he could swap them over to
call me, rather than have the call log showing anything on both his and my
current phones. I expected I would have to top up the sim card from time to
time. But last night's events had also cleared away another worry that had
been nagging at me since I had weakened at the sight of his cute body on
the Saturday. Now that him and Peter had jumped into sex together my
anxiety about what may happen when the time to leave and travel on came I
was less worried about him feeling I had fucked and ran if I can put it
like that. The unpredictable emotions of puberty will be smoothed out by
regular sex with his friend now. And keeping in touch with them by text
until I came back later in the summer would also be helpful. I had already
told them that a return in August was on the cards, and got his holiday
dates marked off so I didn't turn up when he and his mum were in sunny
Spain. They knew Simon was determined to come back and join in the fun, and
both boys liked him. Although Peter didn't properly admit to wanting sex
with Simon it was pretty clear he did from his coy denials.  Once I
finished my trolley pushing around the supermarket I loaded everything into
the box on the back of the bike and headed for a freezer shop. Depending on
where I was moored on a canal it was sometimes possible to have this
particular chain deliver to me rather than carry it all back in the box on
the bike. I didn't have a great deal of room left in there and if I got
lucky it would save a second trip to get everything I wanted. Needless to
say I was hassled by Simon during his lunch break, telephoning me to try
and get the full story of last night. It was during that call that I
decided to keep to myself the juicy part about Peter. Let it be a complete
surprise to him when we came back to the village in the summer and Peter
jumped on him. I hoped I could get the boys onboard with the idea.


When I got back to the village I stopped at the little tea shop cum general
shop for a drink and to treat myself to a nice cake or pastry, I said hello
to an elderly gentleman in there I had often seen about the village, and as
often happens the conversation turned to boats and living full time
onboard. He told me he had lived in London for most of his life until he
retired to the countryside, he'd often walked his dog along the Thames
banks and so was well used to seeing narrowboats, houseboats and
cruisers. As we chatted he told me his name was Keith and he was eighty six
years old, and had never married. So when the conversation turned to him
asking me where my `young friend' I realised he was telling me in his own
way he was also a homosexual. We often forget the way things were in the
dark years before our lifestyle came out of the closet and we are no longer
castigated by bigots. We ended up sitting there drinking cup after cup of
tea for a couple of hours, chatting about all sorts of things. It was a
lovely afternoon and I thoroughly enjoyed his company. I was reassured to
see that he, as a person who would likely to be more aware, hadn't appeared
to notice anything untoward when the boys had been talking to me. Once back
onboard I checked my email and found some work had come in, and not having
made any specific arrangements for the boys to come and visit I set to and
made a start on it.


Putting on my Systems Analyst hat isn't a part of my work that I enjoy, I
find it too boring and repetitive, but that is probably why it is one of
the better paid tasks I do. When that type of work comes in I push myself
to set to and get it out of the way as soon as possible. I was probably two
or three hours into it, and with a near empty coffee percolator when I
heard someone clambering over the gunnel on to the stern. A moment later
Peter's head appeared in the open doorway.  "Nobody saw me." He announced
proudly. "Paul's mum won't let him out tonight, he's got to get everything
ready for school in the morning."  "What about you being ready?" I asked
him.  "We've got Woodwork on Tuesday mornings, and then it's P.E after
break. I left all my stuff for afternoon lessons in my locker so I didn't
have to do homework during the holidays, I can get the work off someone in
lunch hour." Clearly Peter wasn't someone who was chasing academic
excellence.  They were starting back after the half term break on a Tuesday
due to an idiosyncrasy of the British education system. Some years back the
government introduced teacher training days, which most schools then tagged
on to the end of existing holidays instead of during the break. I expect
most of these days were spent talking about what the teachers had done
during the time off rather than any actual training.  I told him to get his
arse in and pull the doors closed after him before anybody did see him,
then saved my work and made a couple of notes for when I got back to it. I
was using both screens on the work desk, so when I had cleared them I told
him to pull out a folding chair and park himself on it. Pulling up the
internet I went to a couple of porn sites and found some video to play, a
gay porn on one screen and a straight male female thing on the other. I was
interested in seeing which he took most notice of while we talked, I was no
wiser after sneakily watching him though. He took just as much notice of a
rather well-endowed young lady enjoying the attentions of numerous
gentlemen as he did of the energetic couplings two good looking guys.  "I
reckon Paul wants you to do him like that." I nodded towards the video
showing one of the guys sinking deep into the arse of the other.  He looked
a little unsure, probably hadn't got his head round going that far I
thought.  "But you'd do it with a girl wouldn't you." I asked him, and
after a slight pause he agreed he would.  In a joking tone I went on
"You'll have to pinch a pair of knickers for him to wear so it felt like
doing a girl then wouldn't you? Have you got sisters?"  I have no interest
in any of that stuff, to me a girl is a girl, and a guy is a guy. But I was
making a joke of it so I could find his triggers. With no response coming
back apart from him laughing I left it there. Maybe a little time with the
idea of sinking into Paul's tight hole would ferment in his head for a
while before blowing into a desire to do it. I was only here for a few more
days so it might turn out that I had sown a seed and never know if it would
flower.  The rear cabin was about two and a half metres long, it was
carpeted so I didn't feel it necessary to take him through to the main
cabin while it was still light outside. I stood up and pushed my chair back
under the desk, and told him to do the same with the fold up chair. Angling
the screens out on their swivel arms I sat on the floor and patted the
space next to me for him to join me. His shorts were tented out already and
as he bent forward to push the chair out of the way I took hold of the
bottoms of his shorts legs and pulled them down to reveal his underpants,
todays were tight briefs rather than boxers, and I certainly approved of
the way they were stretched over his bottom as he was in that
position. Without any concerns he stepped out of the shorts pooled around
his feet and came down to join me sitting on the floor.  "Do you want a
smoke?" I asked him, hoping he would say no. I was in luck, he told me he
didn't want to risk it because he had already smoked some with his mates a
little bit earlier and it had made him feel a little bit sick. I pushed
myself off the floor and slipped down my own shorts.  "If I don't have to
go walking out to the other cabin I don't need these on do I?"  I didn't
have any underwear on and my own cock was semi hard. Seeing my cock he gave
a big smile and slid down his own over his hard cock.  "Me and Paul did it
this afternoon in his bedroom while his mum was at work."  "What did you
do?"  "We wanked each other then took turn sucking, but I pushed it a bit
too hard and he was nearly sick so we stopped then. Paul was on his bed and
I knelt up between his legs and wanked each other. When I shot it went all
over his dick while I was wanking it. His went all over his belly."  I
thought to myself he isn't going to get away without mine all over him
tonight then. I took hold of his cock and started to slowly stroke it,
pushing him backwards until he got the idea and eased himself into a lying
position. I slid his T shirt up over his chest and was rewarded by him
taking over and pulling it the rest of the way over his head. Boys! I
thought, once the floodgates were open they were so fucking eager for
everything. I knew that if time hadn't been a concern I could take this all
the way, just on his second time and be ball deep inside him if I wanted
to. But I had made the promise to myself, and to them, that I wouldn't try
to fuck them. I pulled off my own top, again glad that all the manual work
I had done over the last few years fitting out the boat and the work on my
house had helped enormously in keeping me from becoming a typical chubby
middle aged specimen. I wasn't a gym rat by any means but despite this
being a slow paced life I still did a fair amount of physical work just
working canal locks and the odd pedestrian swing bridges I navigated on my
travels.  Swivelling myself around I dropped down and found his hot
hardness with my tongue. I licked up and down the length of it and wandered
down with my mouth open to take his tight ballsack in my mouth. I heard his
exclamation of pleasure as I gently suckled on them, and I stretched myself
out alongside him and pulled him on to his side. I felt my cock hitting him
somewhere, then he took hold of me and started wanking me. His technique
was a bit rough and ready so I put my free hand on top of his to regulate
his stroke to how I liked it. Releasing his wet balls from my mouth I found
the end of his cock and was rewarded with the feel of his early juice on my
lips as I took it in my mouth. I savoured every tiny bit of it going in and
over my tongue as I swallowed every possible part of it. So hard, but soft
as silk at the same time. There is nothing anywhere on the planet that can
give the same sensation of feeling the most intimate part of someone. I
will chase until the day I die that first taste of a hard cock in my
mouth. I could feel his breath on my fingers as I moved his up and down my
cock, and I moved my hand sideways as I stroked until I felt the sensitive
ridge on his face. Once I felt he was doing it without my help underneath
my own hand I released his hand and ran it down his body until I found his
sweet arse. I took hold of him and rolled onto my back, pulling him on top
of me as I did it. I opened my mouth and took him deeply in and closed
tightly around him then pushed his arse down until I had his hair on my
face, and straight away felt him push for that last fraction. I think it's
a primeval instinct in us all to start thrusting, and he was no exception
as he started to fuck my mouth. After a few seconds I held him off and
released his cock.  "Take your time, slowly is better so you get every
sensation running through you. You only need to fuck hard when you're
close." I managed to say before he pushed back in my mouth. He was
breathing through his mouth and gasping at every push into my mouth I could
feel his breath on my cock as he carried on wanking me, I felt for his hand
and guided it towards his slightly parted lips by feeling the breath on my
exposed cock head. When I felt the wetness of his lips on me I held it
there, and boy was it hard to resist the urge to push right in. I wanted
him to take the initiative with it being so early into him discovering his
sexuality. I was quite a bit fatter in the cock department than sweet
little Paul, taking mine in his mouth would be a big difference from the
trial run with Paul earlier. I bet you still remember the first time you
ever sucked a cock don't you? Everyone I've ever talked to about it
does. It's not like you read described in a lot of stories, these guys get
it all wrong and there is none of the tentativeness they go on about. It
just takes a second or two before the wow factor kicks in and your brain is
screaming wanting to know why they kept it a secret from you. Peter was
just like that as well. Pretty much straight away he was going at me like
the Duracell fucking bunny, gulping down on every bit that his fist holding
me left for him to take. His chin was knocking his hand into the base of my
cock with each stroke. It was time I thought, I slid my little finger into
my mouth alongside his cock and let it get nice and wet, then moved around
to find his pucker and rubbed it gently. Finding my rhythm I pushed the
flat of my finger against his closed hole every time he pushed in my mouth,
and boy did he like that! Each thrust got more urgent and after a very
short time I felt him stiffen. His whole body went rigid as he blew his
cum, pushed as deep in my mouth as he could get it I felt the heat and the
thickness of it at the back of my mouth and swallowed it all down. I was
still a bit away from giving him mine though, I must confess to knocking
one out when I'd got back earlier. I kept sucking hard on him and pulling
him down on to me, he had lost a little bit of his hardness, but he was
still hard enough for me to suck on. Young cock does take a little while
longer to soften, (the lucky little fuckers) so I wanted to enjoy this for
a little bit longer.


He was still every bit as excited as before he had splashed his sweet treat
in my mouth. His mouth going on me and his arse easing under my
fingertip. For a moment I felt him ease out of my mouth, but it was only so
he could raise himself up on to his knees, then he pushed himself back
towards my face. Opening wide I sucked him in as tightly as I
could. Quickly I wet my finger again, tickling his cock head with my
finger, then without thought changed it from my little finger to my index
finger and went straight for his tight pucker again. In his new position he
had opened himself up more for me and I was able to rub deeper in. Every
time I did it was on his upward move so I was pushing right on his
opening. I had no real intention of going in at that stage, I was just
giving him stimulation to bring him to creaming for me again. My finger
went in, I'd guess it was probably to the end of my nail, and I opened my
hand against his arse cheeks and started pushing him while keeping my
finger in the same place. I was fucking my own mouth with his body in
effect. He was so tight around my fingertip I didn't dare push in further
without proper lube. With no notice he stopped, his body rigid and I felt
his mouth open as he stopped sucking and a long, loud gasp came from him as
he shot again in my mouth. I was almost there myself and I grabbed his hand
around my cock and wanked furiously. Neither of us blew big loads, him
because it was his second, and me because of my earlier solo session, but I
gave him all I could into his open mouth. I held his cock in my mouth
without moving and gently suckled the small amount I could taste leaking
from it. I could feel mine dribbling down my cock and on to ours hands,
still holding my softening cock. Slowly I eased my finger away from his hot
hole and pulled him down to me and just held him close as we came down and
our breathing slowed.  "Fuck me!"  "You might have to wait a while to give
me chance to recover." I answered.  "I mean that up there." Paul said
looking at the screen.  I looked up to see that the video we had been
watching had ended without us knowing and now gone on to playing a clip
from Scandal in the Vatican, one of my favourite gay porn films. One of the
lads who played a seminarian was sinking himself on to the priest's
enormous length. If you have seen the film you'll know just how big that
thing is. He was definitely at the front of the queue when they were giving
out cock. As we got ourselves cleaned and sorted out, and got a couple of
cold drinks, I told him a bit about the film and said they could watch it
all the way through during the summer when I came back with Simon. By now
it was getting towards the time he had been told to be home, with school
starting in the morning he had a curfew imposed on him. After a good look
up and down the path we saw nobody was about and he hopped over the side on
to the path and made his way home, but being full of good feelings and
empty of cum he stopped a little bit down and threw me a moonie and a wave
goodbye.



Chapter 5a -- Simon

You'll remember earlier in this tale I mentioned a little bit about a big
problem that was looming over Simon being more or less coerced into getting
married to a Filipino girl. Over the days that went on with Peter and Paul
I had been speaking to Simon quite a lot. A possible answer to his trouble
was suggested by his mother. She was English, and had met his dad when they
were both at university. Both had gone on different career paths after
going on to full time work and drifted apart. His dad going back to the
Philippines to work in the family business. Some years afterwards he
returned to Britain to take over the running of one of his father's
businesses. After rekindling their romance they married and started a
family. His father was very annoyed by him doing that, and the anger must
have simmered inside him for years. Grandfather, being of an earlier
generation, was pretty conservative in his views on the importance of
family. He also was not tolerant of anyone being gay, so Simon's sexuality
was kept from him, and his lack of a steady girlfriend had been explained
away by him being told Simon was `playing the field' and no girlfriend
lasted more than a couple of weeks or so. Over the years the family had
visited the home islands quite a number of times, so the enlarged family of
aunts and uncles were all in on the little secret. They, having to live in
much closer proximity of Grandfather, were well aware of how unreasonable
he had become in his later years. They all were far more of the modern
generation, and accepted the much freer sexual climate in the capital,
Simon's grandfather lived in semi-retirement on a large estate on one of
the smaller islands.

Simon's mother suggested to him that he go on holiday later in the year and
stay with his aunt and uncle. They in turn would tell Grandfather that
while he was staying they would steer him towards `nice Filipino girls', in
the hope that romance would blossom. He had a lot of friends already from
his many trips growing up, a lot were gay and lesbian with him naturally
gravitating to the scene. One or two of the girls could even play along as
girlfriends if need be. She thought that once Grandfather saw him with
local girls the pressure on him would ease. I suspect that she had it at
the back of her mind that the old misery might die before too long, he was
well into his eighties already. And even more important, with the recent
political situation in the Philippines being openly gay was fast becoming a
risky business. She felt a lot better about him going and role playing as
someone on the search for a wife. He expected to be going over sometime
around October for about eight weeks, because he wanted to be at home for
Christmas.