Date: Sat, 10 Sep 2016 23:37:06 +0000 (GMT)
From: ovote@unseen.is
Subject: Tony & Rhys Chapter 2

Usual cautions and recommendations apply. This story is complete fiction,
no actions described actually took place. No person depicted actually
exists. If you copy this story anywhere else all I ask is that you promote
nifty by mentioning you got it from here.

I don't know how long this is going to be, or what will happen next. Most
of the ideas for what is ahead for Tony and Rhys will come from my wank
fantasy moments after I write each chapter. I can't promise to use any
ideas but if you want to send them feel free. I won't be doing any kind of
mistreatment or abusing the boy (or boys if more come into the story). I
prefer to guide my imaginary beauties into scenes of exquisite pleasure and
see them become at ease with their sexuality and the joy of male2male sex.

ovote@unseen.is

Tony.

I awoke pretty early, well I mean early for me because I am a night owl, at
around 9 am or so. A warm Cornish sun greeted me as I pulled up the blinds
on the van, and a steady stream of people doing their morning
chores. Emptying waste water barrels or refilling clean containers. More to
my interest was the traffic heading to or from the shower and toilet block
that was about 80 metres away from my pitch. Teen boys with towels and
bags, sadly most were accompanied by a parent by the look of it. No, Mr
Ultra careful me wasn't going anywhere near those bodily delights, this was
strictly eye candy, and long distance eye candy is the safest kind in my
book. And anyway I had my sights set on one particular delight that I hoped
was going to be improving my own well being before very long. After a
freshen up in the van's bathroom and a light breakfast I set to doing my
own tasks around the van. I was pitched on what the samping site called a
super pitch, which meant I could connect directly to piped water, waste
facilities and a mains electric hook up running along the back of each
pitch, apart from having to empty my litter bin and chemical toilet I could
be pretty much self contained. All of that served me well if I got in the
happy business of entertaining friends, and I'm sure you get my meaning how
the entertainment would turn out.

All in all life was pretty good for me, I spent a lot of my time touring in
the van, both in my own country and on mainland Europe. Since I had sold my
company I was more or less just a consultant to it, and I could do that all
electronically from wherever I happened to be spending time. That's not to
say I was completely idle, often I could find myself working out a
particularly knotty problem for days at a time. But poring over lines of
computer code on a screen, or finding bugs in a program, is made much
better when it's done in the sun wearing factor 50, and in beautiful
scenery somewhere. The pleasure of looking up from a flatscreen to see a
magnolia painted blank office wall holds no attraction for me now. During
the years when most of the world was falling off a financial cliff I had
been fortunate to write a couple of programs that banks and stockbrokers
came to use heavily. I can't go into what they do of course because of
confidentiality conditions. But the upshot of it all was a couple of
worldwide names in the computer field became very interested in my little
business. It grew pretty big and soon got to the point where running the
business side became the biggest job, so when the offers came to buy the
business I played hard to get until the money was more than I could say no
to. The timing of it all helped because I had a product that would help
increase the earnings of any company that was able to offer it, and at a
time when the markets were just starting to recover. I was certainly no
Bill Gates or Steve Jobs but I didn't see any problems for me ahead with
the nice cushion of cash I had my arse sat on. Those billionaires may have
started foundations to help developing nations, but my philanthropy was
more towards developing youthhood.

I had my own towels and shower bag ready for a quick grab as soon as I saw
the boy from yesterday heading towards the block, hopefully wearing a white
T shirt as I put on the note yesterday. I had thrown in the bag a white top
ready to wear post ablutions. There was two ways this could play out. He
could either go straight to a cubicle when he went in them because he was
only a secret wanker, or he would opt to stand at the urinals if he was a
secret cock watcher and there was a cock or two to spy a look at. Either
way I had a way forward, a high tech answer for the cubicle would mean a
visit to the toilet block sometime in the deep of the night where I could
pop a little motion activated cam and see what he was up to. Having little
inclination to spend a long time reviewing footage of no interest I much
preferred the low tech, direct approach with my own cock as the bait. Two
cups of coffee and a couple of cigarettes later I was getting towards the
point of wondering if today was going to be a washout, maybe this would be
a day him and his family spent off the site. But eventually my patience was
rewarded as I spotted what I thought was him heading into a different block
at the far end of the field I was in. And what was he wearing but a nice
white T shirt. After that coffee I was ready to piss at will, if much more
time had passed I would have had to jettison it in the van toilet and be
unable to piss when the time came. I had worked out at what point he should
be at on the walk down when I needed to start heading for the block
myself. If my calculations were reasonably correct I wanted to walk in
there about 10 to 15 seconds in front of him. I would be stood, cock out
with a heavy stream, earbuds in with music playing and paying no attention
to my surroundings as he stepped in.

It all went far better than I could have imagined, as I walked into the
block a man was just coming out of the door, leaving them empty. I threw my
shower bag in one of the wash sinks and assumed my position at the centre
of the five urinals, pulled down the front of my shorts and aimed at the
stainless steel trough. I couldn't hear his steps because of my earbuds,
and ironic that the current track being played was Frankie Goes To
Hollywood's Relax as he passed behind me and stood at the end urinal. Boys
will be boys after all, and it is sort of built in to tall of us to be a
little coy about standing too near someone when pissing. I had a fairly
heavy stream going through my piss proud cock and through my peripheral
vision I could see his head pointing downwards watching what he was doing,
and then came the little sideways move as he took a look his crafty
glance. Holding with my left hand I was allowing a good view to anybody
stood on my right, and a good view was what he was taking. I could see he
wasn't actually pissing as he stood there, but couldn't see what he had
hold of either. No problem though, I do like surprises. His head had not
moved again since he started watching me so when I finished my own pissing
I made sure he had lots to look at as I shook off the drips and tucked
myself away. Turning to walk away from the trough I swiveled in an anti
clockwise direction to face him, as I did so he looked up and as our eyes
met I just winked and smiled at him and carried on towards the sink where I
had left my bag. Picking it up I went to one of the shower
cubicles. Closing the door I put the white top over the top of the door so
he would see it when he went to wash his hands. That was as far as this
encounter had been planned by me. If anything further was going to happen,
which I very much doubted, it would be him that instigated it. I never saw
the attraction of fishing as a sport, but when it came to fishing for boys
I could exhibit every bit as much patience as the angler who casts his line
on the water as many times as needed to get a nibble.



Rhys.



Mum caught Dad last night in the club watching some of the girls a bit too
much for her liking so she was paying him back today by insisting on going
over to Plymouth for the day to do the shops. He knew better than to kick
up a fuss about it, we all do because when she is one of these moods it can
explode if the wrong thing is said. So when he went off for a shower I just
asked her if I could stay on the site today because it was him she was
getting at not me. She just looked at me for what seemed like ages, then
laughed and reached over for Dad's wallet and took out a £10 pound note
and gave it to me for my lunch. I guess she was surprised that I had worked
out things like that, but she shouldn't have been, Dad always says I'm more
like her than him. So why was I still doing the rounds of the different
toilets when I could be safe in the tent wanking as much as I wanted? I
kept thinking about the other boys and the men I saw stood in there
yesterday that's why. I wanted to see other boys dicks as well as mine. Not
much chance of getting to wank with anyone though and it was going to be
difficult to get together with my mates fron school. The day before we got
home Carl was off to Spain for their holidays, and Peter was away nearly
all the holidays staying at his Dad's house. We were all feeling the same
as well, they'd both texted me saying it was shit. And then there was the
condom packet that was thrown over the door yesterday with the note in. I
was a bit frightened that I had been sussed out so easy, but as much as I
was frightened I kept getting my dick going hard at the idea of someone
else who liked what I liked. That was what the note had said. I wanted to
see who it was that had done it.

A man was just in front of me as I got to the block, he had a bag and a
towel with him so would be going for a shower in there. I'd taken mine a
bit earlier at the nearest showers to our tent. Saw a boy in there I liked
the look of but he didn't take off his underpants until the shower cubicle
door was shut. He was a bit younger than me I think but he had a nice bum,
not as nice as Carl's and he says mine is better than his. No use asking
Peter to decide, he just likes playing with our dicks and doesn't really
bother much about what's at the back. It's funny how we like different
things about each other.

The man I followed in was stood in the middle when I went in, that meant I
only had one empty thing between me and him if I stood there instead of
going in to sit on a toilet. He wouldn't notice me though, he was listening
to music. He's using his left hand just like I do and I can see a lot of it
the way he's holding it. When he finished peeing he looked right at me and
winked, I didn't know what to do, but he didn't say anything. He just went
to the sink and got his bag then went in one of the showers. I wasn't sure
what to do now. He would be in there for at least five minutes I think so I
could stay for a bit of that time I think. I went to wash my hands, if he
heard that he would think I'd gone, then I could sneak into a cubicle and
stay there quiet until he finished and went off. When I looked at the
shower doors there was a white T shirt over one. Was this who thrown the
note over? He didn't look like the old men that sometimes watched us when
we played football at school. They were always pretending to be walking
dogs or stuff like that. He looked, well normal like my Dad. The water was
going so he wouldn't be opening the door and catching me still there, I
went in the toilet and shut the door quietly. I took down my shorts and sat
down. My dick was really hard thinking about seeing his. It seemed very
big, much bigger than mine anyway. As I was wanking I wondered what it
would be like to hold his, and how much bigger it got when it was hard. The
feelings were really strong as I kept wanking and I pushed myself back on
the seat and leaned right forward so my hand holding my dick was right in
the bowl and it too quick for me to stop now. Wow that was strong I was
shooting it all right into the bowl. That was a really quick cum I did
then, I could still go before he came out of the shower.

I went and sat on the swings in the little kids playground, if I waited
there I could see where he went to. It seemed to take ages for him to come
out, and when he did I watched him going to a big camper van at the edge of
the field. I sat for a minute after he went inside the van, I needed a
drink so I headed back to our tent for a Coke, I was still thinking about
the good look I had got of his dick and tried to think what it would be
like when it was sticking out all hard.



Tony.



No doubt about it he was a cock watcher, and fucking cute as a button as
well. Not that I've got anything against plain boys, I was no Adonis
myself. Many has been the time when I have had a beautiful little body
cuddled in close to me, a nice young cock deep in my mouth and been
thinking how an ugly get like me had managed to get him. Finishing my
shower and dressing I was on autopilot imagining the potential. Coming out
of the shower cubicle I hit the sink and spent a minute or two with the
toothbrush then packed all my bits in the bag and headed for my van. Once
again the benefits of dark glasses came through as I was able to look all
around without making it obvious. Not that anyone was about, but like a
good method actor I always stay in character. I had spent a considerable
amount of time modifying this van since I bought it. It was a lot different
now from the usual kind of Winnebago that I had imported from the States,
I'll tell you more about the mods as time goes on, but right now with sweet
boy on my mind, is not the time. Enough to say that one of the things I
have done is to replace the standard windows with solar controlled glass,
which get darker as the sun hits them. Apart from keeping the temperature
down inside the van it also gives me a lot more privacy. I can see out but
nobody can see in. Taking a good long look around the site from behind my
glass I spotted the little cutie sitting on the swings in the kids
playground. Tip for boy here I thought to myself, don't hide out with
babies, you tower above them. Without this one way glass we would be
staring right at each other as I could see him taking the van in. After a
minute or so, he probably waited until he thought I was settled in here, he
stood up and made his way off the field. The next move was down to him
now. What would he do, would I have to put myself in a position to make it
easier for him or not? Theses moves were as much a part of the thrill as
anything else for me. One thing was a bit clearer though, I did not think I
would have to go to the high tech camera idea now.

Settling down to ordinary things I set up my laptop outside under the sun
canopy and went surfing the internet. The reason I had chosen Cornwall as
my destination was to combine a little bit of business with my
recreation. There was a company not too far away, over in the next county
Devon actually, I saw as very interesting. They were doing some very
innovative things with renewable energy, and I was interested in a couple
of their products for my house. It was also on the cards I could offer some
investment for them as well, if research and my visit over to them showed
it to be worthwhile. I got that involved in what I was doing I took my eye
off the ball. When I stood up to go and get another cold drink from my
fridge I realised I had not been keeping a watch for his return visits so I
took a little break from the screen. Laptop still open next to me, recliner
back with a Coke next to me I looked a picture of rest taking no notice of
what was around. I soon spotted him back at the same kids swings, he was on
his phone talking, or pretending to talk, no others were near him so he
could be. Lying back here it looked as if I was asleep, and my inactivity
was rewarded by him feeling it was safe enough to come take a closer
look. I waited until he was on the pathway coming towards me before I sat
up. He had no other option but to carry on coming towards me. Standing up I
made an impulsive decision to go over to the toilet block for another
piss. The laptop was quite safe to leave out there on the little table, it
being secured with a Kensington lock. This time as I went in the toilet I
had a fair wait before I thought he would show up. So after I finished
pissing I started to stroke myself hard hoping he would overcome any
nervousness and come for another look at what I was showing. This time I
picked the first urinal, leaving him to decide whether to go right to the
opposite end or pick a nearer position. I heard the light footsteps of
somebody approaching the door, if it was just another random person I could
put myself away and turn towards the sinks as they passed behind me, and
the bulging tent in my shorts would be facing the other way from them and
be unseen while it subsided. My prayers were answered as he came in, and
after the slightest pause he stepped towards the fourth urinal, leaving two
empty spaces between us. Distant enough but still I could be clearly seen
if he took another look. He stood very close so the modesty screen hid what
he was taking out of his shorts, he must not have worked out that by
standing so close he brought himself a touch further forward and more into
my vision. I was stood far enough back that he had a good eyeful of my hard
cock and yes he was taking a good eyebasll whilst trying not to make it
obvious. I let the hard cock lie across my open fingers with the foreskin
rolled right back and stood there as he took in the sight. Turning my head
towards him I let him see that I was aware he was looking, and that I was
allowing him to look for as long as he wanted to look. My eyes were going
from his face to where his cock was hidden by the modesty screen and back
to his face again. The meaning was clear to both of us, that you've seen
mine now show me yours. And show me did, relaxing his body back slightly he
allowed his hand to come into sight, the tip of his dick in view. I started
to slowly move my hand on mine, rolling the foreskin back over the exposed
glans and back again. Very slowly wanking it while he looked. His hand
moved with mine after a couple of strokes. At this point I decided to go no
further inside the toilet block, I pulled down the front of my shorts,
giving him a full view of my cock and balls, then put them away and quietly
said to him

"Stop by at my van for a chat and a cold drink if you want one"

I went over to the sink and washed my hand then walked to the door, as I
got level with the urinals I just said to him that I hoped he
would. Leaving him to decide what to do next I walked back to my van with
that nice feeling of precum oozing out in anticipation.



Rhys.



This was real, it was what we watched on the internet and not just the
three of us playing about with each other. Yea I'd sucked Peter and Carl's
dicks, and they had done it to me as well. But when we talked about doing
it with a grown up we all said we wanted to I didn't know it would be as
scary as this. No I don't mean scary that way, running off crying and all
that. Scared I would chicken out when I know I want to, or scared of him
thinking mine was too small for him and things like that. Or worst of all I
would shoot it out as soon as I showed him mine and it would be soft and no
good for a bit. Carl did that the first time we did it together and he was
real scared that I was going to laugh at him he told me after. Didn't
matter much because when he held mine it did the same nearly as quick.

I didn't know what to do and I texted Carl to see what he was doing, he
said he was dossing in his bedroom so I phoned him. I told him about the
man and what I had seen, and that he told me to come over for a drink and
that. Carl said to go and see, if I was outside on the field I can always
say I had to go back to my tent and stuff like that. Carl texted Pete while
we were talking and told him to call me. As soon as I ended one call it was
going again and I told Pete the same. He's done it with a boy who lives
near him who is 16 and he said to not be frightened, easy for him to say
though.

They both talked me into walking past his big van again, so I went all the
way around the next field behind us so I could get nearly there and still
change my mind if I wanted to. While I had been talking on the phone the
man had come out of the van with a bucket. He went round the back and
wheeled round a motorbike that must have been there. I had seen someone
going off the site and coming back on one a few times, but I had never seen
who was riding it `cos he had his helmet on. He pulled the bike up on it's
stand near where he left the bucket and was washing the wheels and stuff
like that. I could still just walk past while he was kneeling facing the
other way if I wanted to. Just as I got to the van he turned round and
looked right at me, he said hello again and I had to stop really and answer
him. He told me to sit down if I wanted and he would be finished in a
minute. He was just talking normally to me, but do you know I can't
remember what he was saying and what I was answering. All I can remember of
that was being worried he would see my dick had gone hard again, and to
keep leaning forward so he didn't notice it. He stood up and dried his
hands on a cloth that was there and went in the van then came back out with
a couple of cans of Coke and sat on the chair on the other side.

"Well here we are, I'm Tony. What do I call you?" he said to me.



Next part coming soon. Who knows where this is going to go? When I start
each chapter I haven't planned what is going in it, but just visualise the
scene as I am typing and allow what flows through my head to be the story.