Date: Sun, 08 Oct 2023 23:36:27 +0000 From: jacklynch945 Subject: The Prince The Pauper And the Chief Chapter 15 Can you imagine life without Nifty? Please show your support with contributions to keep the Archive online. You can find out how at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This story includes episodes involving underage minors having sex with adults. I expressly condemn this kind of activity. I have made every attempt to present these acts in a thoughtful, sensitive manner. You may not agree. If so, I encourage to avoid reading it. This story mentions real people, real places, and real events, but the characters and the story are entirely fictional. It contains descriptions of sexual interactions between minors and adult men. Your feedback, whether in the form of comments or constructive criticism, will always be welcome. Please email me: jacklynch945@proton.me. The Prince. The Pauper. And the Chief. By Jack Lynch Chapter 15. Jeepers Creepers. Later that afternoon, he converted the heavy contents of his pockets into paper money. All in all, the cache of coins added up to over ten dollars, a mighty haul for a twelve-year-old for one day of work. If he could make that much everyday over the course of the year, he'd be rich! Leaning on a post near the end of the dock, Kip sipped on the bubbly overflow of his just opened can of Tab. "Hey, Kippy!" There was Phil, smiling and gesturing to him from the deck of one of the biggest boats at the dock. Kip jerked the hair out of his eyes as he sauntered over. "What are you doin', Phil?" He asked warily as he glanced at the deck of the elegant cruiser. "You're supposed to call me dad," Phil replied, his smile disintegrating into a hard stare. Kip just huffed. In a million years, he thought. "Come onboard. I got someone I want ya to meet." Hands on his hips, still suspicious, but intrigued, Kip looked the boat over quickly. A shiny chrome insignia, Chris-Craft, on the side of the main cabin. Glancing down at the corner of the hull, a smaller sign, Constellation. The boat was big, probably over fifty feet. Rich looking leather seating and mahogany decking. Phil opened a gate on the sidewall, motioning Kip onto the boat. "In here," waving Kip through a cabin door on the far side of the deck. Down five steps into a dimly lit main cabin. Shades had been drawn across all the windows to keep the room cool. And private. Richly appointed, expensive looking furniture. Deep shag carpeting. It even smelled expensive, a combination of varnished wood, leather, and some kind of cologne. Only one table lamp was illuminated, creating a shadow across the face of a round faced man sitting in the corner. Bald head, thick side-burns, round eyeglasses with thick black frames. "Harvey. Meet my step-son, Kip." They first met while occupying adjoining bar stools at The Harborside. Found out they had a few things in common. And, a lot not in common. One of them was obviously a queer, the other far from it. One was artsy fartsy. The other was a redneck. Literally. All those days lobstering in the bright sunshine. One of the few things they had in common: they were both sexually warped. They both had an affinity for boys. It had come out so naturally. Some frank whispered conversation after sharing five or ten drinks each over the course of an afternoon. "I maybe got someone for ya," Phil slurred with a boozy smile. A plan was hatched. And here they were. "Nice ta meet ya," Harvey said with a soft lisp. Kip just looked at him. "Say something!" Phil growled, giving him a hard jab to the kidney, the blow thrusting Kip closer to Harvey. "Ah, hello." Eyes adjusting to the light, he could see him better now. Roly poly, double chin, big round eyeglasses, dark beady eyes, his mouth looking too small for his face. He wore a smooth white shirt and black pants. Harvey let out a sigh of satisfaction. Just as Phil had described him. Only better. He couldn't decide what feature he liked the best. Maybe those barely visible eyebrows or long eyelashes. And, the kid had a kind of feral quality. His messy hair, faded garage sale quality t-shirt and shorts, dirty feet. "Come a little closer, young man." An effeminate voice. Why did he sound a little like the Big Bad Wolf, Kip thought as he edged closer? Harvey leaned forward in his chair, carefully studying the boy's face. With a sudden move, he reached down for something alongside the chair he was sitting in. Was it a gun? A knife? Kip sucked his breath in, surprised. But, it was neither. The man pulled a tablet of drawing paper up and opened the cover. Not just any tablet of paper. It was big and square. He reached over to a mason jar on the table next to him, filled with freshly sharpened pencils. Choosing one, Harvey made several swipes with it on the paper, alternately looking at Kip and down at the paper. Slightly turning the pencil on its side, he seemed to direct it more with his index finger as he drew, scribbling a bit here and there. A couple of minutes later, Harvey stopped drawing, looked at his work for a moment, before turning it around to show Kip. It was amazing! His own face! It wasn't his complete face, just parts of it, leaving a lot of detail out. But, his eyes, the shape of his nose and chin, his hair, were mostly there. "Far out!" Kip couldn't help but giggle. Behind him, Phil chuckled, too. "Ya sure got the touch, Harv!" Harvey had a serious look on his face as he continued to study and evaluate the boy standing in front of him. "Stand back a foot or so, and put your hands on top of your head." Kip quickly complied. "Oh, and take your t-shirt off, too." Pulling the t-shirt off and throwing it on a nearby couch, Kip shook his hair out. "Up," Harvey gestured, indicating he wanted Kip's hands on his head. "Oh, and look off to the side, like someone is over there," pointing at the wall. Harvey involuntarily licked his lips as he quickly sketched away. The boy was a rare find. That even tanned skin, tiny pinkish brown nipples, the bare outline of his ribs when his arms were raised. Deep hairless armpits, paler than the rest of him. After several swipes with the pencil, he turned the page over to a clean sheet. "Turn around. And keep your hands up there." The boy did as directed without comment. "And, look to the side again." An adorable profile, the deep cleft to his back, protruding shoulder blades. His butt kind of stood out naturally. He involuntarily smacked his lips. What a treasure must be under there! A fresh pencil, more sketching. "In the bedroom over there," Harvey pointed with his pencil. "There's a swimsuit. Put it on." Kip had never seen a bedroom like this on a boat. Not even in a house. King size bed, fancy bed spread with a mountain of decorative pillows, huge lamps on the night stands next to it, the wall behind the bed holding a massive mirror in a gilded frame. This room was pretty dark, too. The only sound came from the "tick-tock" of a clock in the corner. He picked up the swimsuit. Silky and red. It was super brief. How did he know his size? With a shrug, he kicked his thongs off, pulled his shorts and underwear down and off, replacing them with the swimsuit. As he adjusted his nuts, he realized that the front and back of the suit were held together by the thinnest of strings. It made his hips look almost naked. Twisting around to look at his butt, he saw that the legs were cut so high to the waist that his ass was, for all practical purposes, bare. Harvey and Phil had been whispering quietly when Kip returned. All conversation stopped. They both stared at him, Harvey's pursed his tiny lips. "Sit down on the floor with the top of your back against the couch," Harvey finally directed. "Hands at your sides, legs spread open." More sketching. "On your tummy now. Hands on your chin. Look at Phil." The poses went on and on. Once in awhile, Kip's hand brushed his crotch. He couldn't help it. And then, he was hard. It was obvious. The swimsuit was way too thin to conceal anything. "We can probably dispense with that," Harvey finally said, a bit hoarse. Kip was ready. He didn't know why, but he was. It felt so good when he ripped the suit off. His cock, finally free. "Stand there, legs open, hands on your hips. Push them forward now." Harvey's hand flew across the paper. Dull pencils one after another, were dropped on the carpeting. As he flipped the completed pages over to fresh ones, some of the drawings came loose from the tablet's binding, floating to the floor in a haphazard pile. Standing profile, hands behind his neck, hips forward, his cock throbbing to the beat of his pulse. Laying on his back, one leg straight out, the other bent at the knee, his cute balls hanging so lovely between them, his cock flat out on his stomach. Kip was on all fours, his legs spread wide, head turned to Harvey, the hair falling over into his face. He glanced at Phil. He had loosened his pants, his hand firmly dug inside, jerking himself off. Kip smirked. "Hold that expression for a second," Harvey commanded. Finally, sweat glistening on his forehead, he put the drawing pad down. "C'mere," his whispered. Kip stood before him. They looked at each other. "Would you mind?" Harvey asked it so nicely. How could he say no? "Ok," Kip replied softly. Harvey leaned forward, looked at the boy, and promptly took all of him into his mouth. He screamed softly when he came. It was so sweet, Harvey thought. The only thing sweeter was the cum shot into the back of his throat. On the way out, Harvey held is hand out, dropping a ten and a five into his open hand. Fifteen whole dollars! "Jeepers Creepers!" Harvey and Phil just stood there, throwing their heads back, laughing their asses off.