Date: Thu, 21 Feb 2008 10:32:40 -0600
From: spasm2 <spasm2@mailandnews.com>
Subject: Pauls Pants: Ewan's Story Part 8

PP/Ewans Story part 8; I like a nice cup of tea in the morning

Here we go, another episode. Grateful thanks to Tapshorts for giving me an
idea.  Feel free to reproduce this or any other part of the series, whilst
recognising that all rights remain the property of the author. Always
pleased to get feedback at: spasm2(at)mailandnews(dot)com

	Canals can be surprisingly noisy places at night, the slap of the
water against a metal hull, roosting birds being disturbed by a passing
predator, and even the occasional banshee scream of a fox contribute to a
vibrant soundscape unfamiliar to someone who was accustomed to the distant
rumble of urban traffic.  In fact, though, it was none of the above which
caused me to awaken with a start, but rather the insistent high pitched
whining of that canal side favourite, the mosquito. As I rubbed the sleep
from my eyes, I gradually realised that I wasn't just sharing my cabin with
a mosquito, but there was also a naked boy in my sleeping bag.

	A boy, furthermore, who was still sound asleep. In the early
morning gloom I couldn't immediately see who it was (although I had a
pretty good idea), and we'd all used the same soap in the shower, so scent
was out as a means of identification. I cautiously slid my hand down inside
the sleeping bag, along his skinny ribs, over the hipbone and onto his
concave stomach. As I continued my exploration of his sleeping body, my
fingertips encountered the soft tufts of pubic hair that confirmed to me
this was in fact Ewan. A little more exploration and I was able to
determine that this was definitely a boy; I softly stroked his warm cock
and cupped his soft balls. The sleeping figure gave a soft sigh and
wriggled his bottom against my crotch, I wrapped him in my arms, the
whining insect forgotten and settled back to sleep.

	I had the strangest erotic dreams; where Ewan and I made love in a
variety of unusual situations, most of them in public spaces, and presided
over by the grinning naked figure of Paul, masturbating furiously over our
entwined bodies. In one particular dream, we were sailing along in bright
sunshine, and Ewan was sucking me off on the roof of the boat as we passed
under a bridge. A bridge lined with cheering and applauding people, our
exertions partially illuminated by camera flashes. Paul was standing naked
at the tiller, holding his cock with his free hand and raucously shouting
encouragement. It was at this moment that my rational brain decided that I
had had enough, and I struggled into wakefulness. One part of my dream had
a base in reality; it was daylight and I woke to find myself lying on my
back, with Ewan kneeling by the bedside slowly and deliberately gobbling my
cock.

	'You were right, you know,' I said to him.

	'Hmm?' he answered, without stopping.

	'This is the best way to wake up in the morning.'

	'Mmm,' he applied in the affirmative.

	As I lay there, trying very hard to stop myself from immediately
filling his mouth with my spunk, I heard the distant sound of a boat
engine. Much more rapidly than I would have expected (the canal system has
a four mile per hour speed limit), the other boat roared past, leaving us
bobbing violently on our moorings. This had a couple of consequences,
firstly, Ewan fell over backwards as the boat dipped and swayed, secondly,
our carelessly stacked crockery from the night before fell into the sink
with a mighty crash.

	A moment later, there came a roar from the back of the boat, 'Oi,
whichever one of you it is, stop wanking, you're breaking the pots.'

	'Oh bugger,' I said regretfully, 'now he's awake we'll probably not
get to finish this.'

	'Bum,' Ewan said succinctly, hauling himself up off the floor, his
naked body glowing golden in the early morning sunshine, and made all the
more desirable to me by the vision of his rock hard dick swinging gently at
my eye level.

	'Oh well,' I sighed, 'there's always later.' I sat up on the edge
of the bed, my legs apart and put my arms round his slender waist, pulling
him towards me in a tender hug. I kissed him firmly on the lips and looking
into his hazel eyes, I said; 'I just want you to know that I love you, and
whatever we do today isn't going to change that. Any time you feel
uncomfortable, just say so, no-one does anything they don't want to when
I'm around.'

'I know,' he answered, smiling at me, and twisted round to sit on my naked
thigh. 'You've never asked me to do anything I didn't want to; I wouldn't
be sitting here if it didn't turn me on and I didn't feel safe with you.'

I kissed him again, and at the same time I took hold of his hot and rigid
cock, Ewan reached for mine, and we tenderly wanked each other for a few
moments, purely for the pleasure of the feeling, knowing full well that we
were unlikely to get to a climax, not now that Paul had awakened. The sound
of Paul blundering into the galley, next to my cabin, was a handy hint;
Ewan stood up and silently returned to his berth and I climbed back into my
sleeping bag. A moment later, Paul stuck his head round the door,
'morning,' he grinned, 'fancy a cup of tea?'

'Yeah, why not,' I answered, 'shall I see if Ewan is up?' I unzipped the
sleeping bag, and sat up, Pauls eyes widened when he saw that I was still
hard.  'Dunno about Ewan, but I can see that you are up,' he said,
advancing into the cabin. I might have been naked, but Paul wasn't far off,
he was wearing a new pair of very sheer, semi-transparent white pants, his
generous package was clearly visible and the sight of my naked arousal was
already causing his cock to rise to the occasion.

'Hmm, those are nice,' I said, 'let me have a feel.' Paul obligingly walked
over to me, and I stroked his erecting cock through the fine fabric. 'Wow,
they feel really good too,' I added, groping his smooth tight bottom while
I was at it, 'when did you buy these?'

'I got them the other day, after you told me I should think more about my
underwear.'

'Where on earth from?' I was intrigued; West London wasn't exactly overrun
with lingerie shops for men.

'That gents outfitters on the Broadway, the really old fashioned one.'
'Really,' I was surprised and amused, 'I'd have thought that stoutly
constructed foundation garments were more their line.'

'Me too,' he said, pressing his hard cock against my willing hand, 'I was
waiting at the bus stop, and when I was looking in the window I noticed
that they had those little boxes with the posh French pants in, same make
as our g- strings.'

'Oh yeah, I wouldn't have thought it of them, but anyway, go on.'

'I'd come by a few quid, so I thought I'd go in, and see if I could get
another one, 'cos the one I have turns me on and I think they might help me
pull.'

'That was brave of you,' I said, 'what happened next?'

'There was no-one else in the shop, just the old bloke behind the counter,
he was a bit taken by surprise when I told him what I wanted, but was happy
to show me what he had. I found another g-string that I liked, and I was
about to pay up and go when he asked me I wanted to see something else,
some stock from a new company that some friends of his had just started up.

'Naturally I said yes, and he showed me these pants; "the thing is," he
said, "these are very tailored, and come in a variety of fittings; for all
sizes and shapes, from the more compact, to the larger man. Where do you
think you might be on this chart?" He showed me a piece of card, and there
were so many options I didn't know what to go for, I don't even know my
waist size. "I can see you are getting a bit confused," he said, "how about
I take your measurements properly?"

'Ok,' I said.

"Right, come through into the fitting room." He showed me into a small back
room with two big mirrors on the opposing walls, "you'll need to take off
your t shirt and jeans," he said, pulling the tape measure from around his
neck.  As it happened I was wearing a pair of my scrotty old y-fronts, and
when he saw those he raised an eyebrow, "I'd have thought Sir would be more
particular about his underwear," he said.

'I am,' I answered, 'I just wasn't expecting to pull, that's all.'

"You should always be ready," he answered, smiling at me, and I realised
that he wasn't actually that old. "I'm afraid I can't measure you properly
in those, they'll have to come off too." In for a penny in for a pound, I
thought, and dropped my pants. I'd forgotten about my shaved pubes until I
saw the expression on his face, "I take it all back," he murmured, "You are
ready." He quickly took my measurements, noting them down in a small black
notebook. "Ok," he said, "hang on there for a moment and I'll go and see
what I've got in your size."  I stood there, looking at myself in the
mirrors, and trying not to get hard until the tailor came back with a tray
of boxes, "try these," he said, handing me a pair. I tried on a few
different pairs, and he pointed out the various differences in style and
fitting of each one. Eventually I settled on these ones, but I was very
tempted by some of the others. "You seem very at ease with your body," he
commented, as I was dressing, "have you ever done any modelling?"

'What like wiggling about on a catwalk?' I answered, 'not me, that's just
for birds and poofs.'

"No, I didn't mean that sort of thing," he answered, "the thing is, the
people who make these pants don't have any images of people wearing their
underwear and swimwear yet, they've only just started up, and they're
looking out for models who aren't too shy, for their catalogue. Have you
ever thought of doing any photographic modelling?"

'I might have done,' I answered, not wanting to say too much.

"I thought so, I can see that you are a bit of a swinger" he said, grinning
and nodding at my crotch, "I tell you what, have these on the house, and if
you decide you like them, pop back into the shop and tell me. Then if you
feel up for it, you could maybe model some of their clothes for a few
pictures, they've got some money put by for promotion, so it could be worth
your while. Only thing is, best not to tell too many people what you're up
to, or they'll all want to get in on the act."

'Hang on a minute,' I interrupted Pauls monologue, 'are you telling me that
you stripped naked for some bloke?'

'Yeah,' he said, 'what of it? There was nothing sexual about it, it was
just so he could measure me thoroughly, it was just like being at the
doctors.'

'I suppose so,' I answered dubiously, 'so, do you think you're going to
model for him?'

'I don't know, I could use the money, and I do like the idea of being paid
to do something that I enjoy anyway.'

I had felt Pauls cock getting harder and harder as he told his story,
absently stabbing his stiff length into my open hand. 'Well now,' I said,
'why don't we take a few pictures while we're out here, doesn't have to be
anything too horny, and if Ewan sees that you think it's perfectly normal
then he'll be that much easier to persuade. Not only that, but you could
see if they're the sort of images that your bloke in the shop is looking
for, and if they are, we might both be in the money. That was really smart
of you.' I added.

'D'you think so?' Paul asked, looking pleased.

'Yeah, I do,' I agreed, 'only thing is, we'd better have these off you, or
you'll be getting stains on them and they won't be wanting pictures showing
that.'  I slipped my fingers under the slender waistband and gently tugged
his new pants down. His cock sprang free; it felt strangely different now,
fatter and more curved than Ewans, but still thrillingly familiar as I
grasped it firmly, his foreskin pulling easily back over his red and shiny
glans. 'The other problem, as I see it,' I added, 'is this.' As I spoke, I
ran the fingers of my other hand over his crotch, he really was quite
stubbly, and the dark growth of his pubic hair was quite obvious.

'How do you mean?' he asked.

'It'll show through the fabric,' I said briefly.

'Oh, that's ok, I was planning to have a proper shave this morning anyway,
if you'll help me?'

'Yes of course, but we ought to get a wiggle on if we're going to get
anywhere today.'

'Yes of course,' Paul agreed, 'where's that young Ewan, hasn't he got up
yet?'

'I think he got up, but I don't know what he's doing now.' As if to answer
that question, we heard the sound of feet jumping on board, and Ewan
walking along the side of the boat, whistling cheerfully.

'Shit,' Paul swore, 'he mustn't find us like this; you giving me a wank
with my pants round my ankles, meet me in the showers in a couple of
minutes.'

'Ok, but what if Ewan wants to come too?'

'Just find a way of stopping him,' Paul said, picking his new pants up off
the floor and backing naked into the galley, rather like the Cheshire cat,
except it was the red tip of his prick that was the last to leave instead
of a grin.  Just as the double doors to the galley swung closed, the door
to Ewans cabin opened slowly, and his cheeky face appeared; 'How about that
for timing?'  he said.

'Perfect,' I replied, 'did you hear any of that?'

'No, I thought I'd leave you two together and go and have a quick shower, I
want to look my best for the pics after all. Why, what was Paul saying?' As
he spoke, he advanced into my cabin; he was dressed only in his white nylon
shorts, which contrasted brilliantly with the honey colour of his skin.

'There might be a bit of a change of plan,' I quickly told Ewan the story.

His eyes widened and he began to laugh; 'so Paul still thinks he is
completely straight, eh, I think you may have turned him.'

'Yeah, I know,' I grinned, 'but I do quite like the idea of him modelling
fancy underwear, and it might provide him with a little money. Anyway, I
promised him I'd help to spruce him up ready for some photos, and he'll be
waiting in the showers for me.'

'Damn,' the boy grinned, 'I should have waited, and given Paul another
chance to flash his bits at me.'

'I was going to shave his crack, I'm not sure he's ready for an audience
for that yet, but I'm sure you'll get to see anything you want later.'

'I suppose so, shame I missed my chance though, shall I make some breakfast
instead?'

'Yeah, that's be nice, bacon butties all round I should think.' I wrapped
my towel round my hips and grabbed my wash kit, there didn't seem to be
much point in putting any more clothes on.

'Oh, by the way,' Ewan said, as I was heading along the boat.

'Yes?' I replied.

'I retrieved these,' he smiled and waved my discarded paisley y fronts from
the previous nights adventures.

'Thanks, where were they?'

'Hooked up on a bush on the towpath next to the boat, obviously no passing
underwear fanciers round here, or they'd have gone.'

'That's good, chuck them on my bed would you, and they'll live to fight
another day.' I said over my shoulder as I left the boat. Outside the sun
was already quite strong, which was just as well as my towel was thin,
there was no one to be seen on the towpath or crossing the road bridge. It
was hard to believe that we were no more than ten miles from home; there
was only the familiar roar of the planes flying into and out of Heathrow to
remind us of where we were.  I hadn't bothered to put on any shoes, and
trod carefully on the sun warmed concrete path that lead me to the washing
block, as I opened the door I could hear the sound of a shower, and billows
of steam poured out. Inside, the white tiled interior was lit by shafts of
sunlight from the narrow metal-framed windows mounted high on the
walls. Paul was already under the shower spray, his naked back to me, and
rinsing the shampoo out of his thick brown hair. I didn't speak, but closed
the door behind me (there was no lock), and tossing my towel onto a sink I
joined him under the water.

'Ah there you are,' he shouted over his shoulder as he felt my warm hands
clasping his cheeks, 'about bloody time too, I was starting to go all
wrinkly.'

'Not round here you're not,' I said, sliding one hand over his pert
buttocks and checking out his substantial erection with the other, 'help me
get washed and then we'll sort out your five o'clock shadow.' I handed Paul
my bottle of shower gel, and let him get on with it. I find it intensely
pleasurable to be washed by someone else, especially when that person
already has an intimate knowledge of my body. As I stood there, massaging
shampoo into my hair, Paul slowly and expertly soaped me up, starting at my
armpits and working his hands down over my chest. With easy familiarity he
splashed a handful of shower gel onto my pubes and began lathering it into
my crotch. My cock had only been semi-erect up to now, after all it had
been up and down several times that morning, but the application of Pauls
soapy and confident hands soon had it springing back into life.

'Better get you nice and clean,' he said, as he gently pulled back my
foreskin and applied soap to my cock head.

'I should do the same for you,' I replied, feeling slightly guilty that I
had completely succumbed to the notion of pleasure.

'I guess so,' he answered; kneeling down before me and, pushing my legs
apart, he ran one soapy hand up from the base of my balls to the top of my
crack in one assured movement. I shivered with enjoyment as his slippery
fingertips teased the sensitive skin around my anus, he must have sensed my
pleasure, because he paused for a moment, squirted a little more soap onto
his hand, then resumed his investigations. Paul may have determined some
time ago that his anus was a no-go area, but this complicated boy seemed to
have decided that mine was fair game, his actions passed beyond mere
washing as he circled my pucker with his middle finger, eventually allowing
his probing digit to slip into my hole for an all too brief
moment. Abruptly, as if he had overstepped some self- imposed boundary, he
stood up and handed me the shower gel; 'better get on, Ewan will be
wondering what we're up to.'

Mentally shrugging my shoulders, I knelt down just as he had done, and
grabbing hold of his cock I pulled back the foreskin and carefully washed
his glans. Similarly, I squirted a dollop of shower gel onto my palm and
applied it to his crack, although I made no attempt to do anything other
than wash him. Once I was satisfied that we were both done, and we were
fully rinsed, I took him by the hand and led him over to the low wooden
bench that ran along one side of the room, 'Ok big boy, sit down on that
and spread 'em,' I said, grinning at him.  Paul obediently sat down, his
legs apart, and I knelt down and carefully smoothed shaving foam over his
crotch, I was much more confident than the first time I'd shaved him, and
holding onto his solid cock (for his safety, of course!) I was able to get
him clean and smooth without any nicks or cuts. 'Right,' I commanded,
'you'll have to kneel down on the floor, stick your bum in the air and put
one knee up on the bench.' He groaned and assumed the awkward position,
pillowing his head on his arms, his cheeks spread wide and inviting my
inspection. Without wishing to be cruel, I took my time; gently running my
fingers along his crack to get a feel for where the stubble was. Through
the v-shape between his thighs I could see that his cock was still fully
engorged, and I carefully applied more shaving foam from the base of his
balls to the top of his crack. I then methodically smoothed the cream in,
making sure that all the areas I needed to shave were properly covered. As
it was the most delicate and sensitive area, I gave special attention to
his pucker; holding his slippery cheeks apart and gently rubbing on extra
foam. He didn't appear to be bothered when I too probed his noticeably more
relaxed hole a little, I know it was naughty of me, but then he had been
being a prick tease.

'Just get on with it,' he moaned, 'I'm getting stiff here.'

A quick grope with a soapy hand for confirmation, and I replied; 'So you
are, fancy my not noticing.'

'Oh hah, bloody hah,' he retorted, 'you know what I mean.'

'Ok,' I said, regretfully ceasing my investigations, 'but you shouldn't
interrupt an artist, especially when he's holding a razor.' I quickly and
carefully shaved the rest of him, a quick wipe down with my sponge and a
second inspection revealed that he was, once more, smooth as a babies
bottom. 'There you are,' I said, offering him a hand up, 'all done, and no
need to make such a fuss.' As Paul got to his feet, he stumbled momentarily
and our erections clashed together, reminding me of that moment when he had
fallen on top of me, and I had felt his cock for the first time; how things
had moved on for both of us since then. 'Come on then, let's get cleaned
up.' We walked over to the shower and I rinsed the last of the shaving foam
off him.

As I patted him dry, and prepared to rub a little lotion onto his smooth
crotch, he looked at me and asked; 'How are you feeling?'

I was startled, and caught off guard, Paul had never asked that sort of
question before; 'Umm, horny, and bloody frustrated,' I stammered.

'How do you mean?' he asked.

'Well, I've been getting seriously turned on every few minutes since we
came away on the boat, and I'm really going to have to come soon, or I
think I might burst.'

'Oh, I see,' he answered, 'it's a bit awkward with the tiddler along, but
maybe we'll get a chance to sort you out later.'

'If I can hold out that long,' I said seriously, 'anyway, let's not panic,
I'm sure I'll get my moment, and I'm sure it'll be a good one when it
comes, let's get back to the boat, Ewan's making us breakfast.' We wrapped
ourselves back in our towels, I gave the room a quick mop round to remove
any evidence, and we made our way out into the sunshine.

'It's nice to feel the sun on your back, isn't it?' Paul asked.

'Yes,' I agreed, 'and even nicer with a bacon buttie and a cup of tea in
your hand.'

Ewan had come up trumps, there was a big plate of butties, and as we
bundled into the boat he was pouring out the tea; 'Shall I be mother?' he
asked, grinning at us.

'If that's what floats your boat,' I replied.

'I'm just going to put some clothes on,' Paul said, 'then I think we should
get going, we can eat this as we go.'

'Good idea,' I said, 'back in a second.' I ducked into my cabin and pulled
on my white shorts, I decided not to bother with any pants for the moment,
there would be plenty of opportunities to choose a pair later.

Ewan smiled at me as I walked back into the galley, 'Everything ok?'

'Yeah, I guess so, I'm looking forward to finishing off what you started
this morning though, I feel as though I haven't come for weeks.'

'You poor thing,' he leaned forward and gave me a quick kiss, delicately
groping the front of my shorts as he did so. My poor beleaguered prick,
which had subsided a little, sprang back into life again as it responded to
his familiar touch, 'oh dear, we really had better do something about
that,' he grinned, 'but just for now it'll have to be tea and butties.'

I grabbed the mugs of tea, and Ewan the plate, and we made our way through
to the stern of the boat. As I pushed through the doors into Pauls cabin, I
heard the stuttering roar of the marine diesel struggling into
life. Pausing only to note that Paul too had opted for shorts and no pants,
the wide legs of his blue nylon running shorts leaving little to the
imagination, I passed him up his mug of tea and made my way past him to
untie the boat. I stayed in the bows for a few moments, just in case we
needed fending off as we came out of the mooring, but I needn't have
bothered, Paul was quite skilled at steering and very soon we were on our
way. I walked back along the side of the boat, and joined the others, who
were stuffing their sandwiches down as though they were going out of
fashion. I took one, and swigging my tea, sat companionably on the roof
next to Ewan.

'Paul was just telling me about his new money making idea,' Ewan said,
between mouthfuls, 'it sounded promising, if you are going to help, of
course.'

'Oh yes, which one was that?' I asked.

'What we talked about this morning,' Paul interrupted.

'I'm not sure what you mean,' I lied.

'You know,' Ewan said, 'the offer to do a bit of catalogue modelling.'

'Oh, that,' I said, feigning a lack of interest, 'I wasn't entirely sure
where I came in.'

'I thought that you could take some test shots for me, and that might get
you some work with these people too.' Paul chimed in, 'and maybe Ewan would
like to do some pics as a try-out?'

'Yeah, I'm game,' Ewan said, 'I've always enjoyed having my picture taken.'

'You do realise that Paul has been asked to model underwear and swimwear?'
I added.

'Yes, so he told me, nothing wrong with that, we're all boys together after
all, and he says he's done it before.'

'Ok, well maybe we'll do some when we stop at the old mill, how far is it?'
I asked Paul.

'Oh, about an hour and a half, there's nothing but a pair of locks before
we get there.'

'You said there's a good place to swim?' Ewan asked.

'Yeah, what used to be the millpond.'

'Isn't that going to be full of mud and leeches?'

'No, the sluice gates have mostly collapsed, so there is quite a strong
current where it drains into a river, and it's all sandy round there. It's
a really cool place, and best of all is that you have to know it's
there. It's very close to the canal, but all the old moorings are long
gone, and there's a big clump of willows that hide it from view.'

'Sounds great,' Ewan smiled, 'I'm really looking forward to it.'

'Well, I don't know about the rest of you,' I said, 'but until we hit the
locks, I'm going to catch some rays, unless you want me to steer, of
course.'

'No, you go on,' Paul said, 'Ewan and I will look after things, and I'll
call you when we need you.'

I made my way down to the front of the boat, and grabbed the beach towel
from inside Ewans cabin where it had ended up, in truth I didn't
particularly want to sunbathe, but I wanted time to think; Paul had, as he
had done so many times in the past, taken the initiative away from me, it
had never bothered me that much before, but this time I was worried that I
might need to protect my lover. As I basked in the sunshine I realised that
Ewan was right, all that was needed to get Paul to back off was to suggest
that what he was proposing was a bit gay.  I must have dozed off in the
warm sunlight, because I woke up and Ewan was sitting cross-legged on the
roof facing me, 'Hey,' he said quietly.

'Hey to you,' I replied, 'did you realise that I can see right up the leg
of your shorts?'

'I thought you might, and I knew you'd look,' he grinned, 'the way you are
lying there isn't exactly hiding your charms either, we passed a boat a
while back and I swear the bloke steering it nearly went into the bank.'

'Ah well, let's hope I brightened his day then,' I answered, putting a lazy
arm behind my back to feel how much I was exposing to view. The answer was
quite a lot, my white rugby shorts were fairly minimal anyway, and I hadn't
bothered to do up the string that is meant to keep them up, so they were
hanging a bit low, showing a bit of bum at the top and giving any passer-by
a clear view up the leg. 'Oops,' I said, sitting up.

'Never mind, I took a sweet picture of you sleeping in the sunshine,' he
smiled, 'anyway, the reason I woke you is that the locks are coming up and
Paul wants to know if you wanted to take the boat through this time.'

'I'm honoured,' I said, 'I'd be happy to, and I could even try and take
some proper pics for your project while I'm at it.' I stretched and yawned
before making my way to the stern of the boat, Paul had already opened up
the locker and taken out the windlass keys, he handed over the tiller to me
and gave one of the keys to Ewan. Ewan in turn handed me up my camera,
which I hung on a convenient hook ready for action. We were unlucky this
time, the locks were set against us, so I carefully pulled our boat into
the side and the two boys jumped ashore and ran off to open the gates.

There was nothing remarkable about our traversing of the locks, I took some
pictures of Ewan and Paul sweating as they pushed open the heavy gates, the
bright sunlight made Ewans' white nylon shorts almost transparent, and
Pauls skimpy running shorts gave me more than an eyeful when the angle was
right, somehow I doubted that these pictures would make it into the project
file either.

I had busied myself making tea whilst I was waiting, and brought the mugs,
and a packet of digestive biscuits up on deck as soon as we had left the
second lock. Slurping noisily at his tea, Paul grabbed a biscuit and dunked
it in his mug, 'you know,' he said through a soggy mouthful, 'I've heard of
a game you can play with these.'

'Oh yeah?' Ewan asked, 'I'm intrigued, tell us all about it, oh games
master.'

Paul blushed, 'I'm not sure that now is the best time, maybe we can talk
about it later, after we've had supper.'

'Oh, ok,' I said, not wanting to press the issue, 'tell us about it
tonight, it'd better be more fun than playing pontoon with you though.'

'I don't know what you mean,' he said, 'I enjoyed our game last night and I
was looking forward to trying a different one.'

'That's because you won,' I said, 'it'd be a different story if you had
lost.'

'That's not true, I can handle losing, it just doesn't happen very often,'
he said huffily, 'but anyway, we're coming up to the mill, there's a really
good mooring, but I'll need to take the boat in. Can you clear everything
loose off the deck.'

Mystified, we complied with his instructions, there was nothing much to
see, except we were approaching a big clump of trees on the next bend. The
clump was dominated by a huge and gnarled weeping willow whose branches
dropped right down to the water, I soon realised that this was our
destination, as Paul steered straight for it, throttling the engine back
and expertly throwing the boat into reverse to bring us to a gentle
standstill under the shade of the tree. He turned the engine off and we sat
for a moment in silence in our shadowy green world.

We tied the boat off to a couple of convenient branches, and looked about
us; 'Um, how do we get onto shore?' I asked, as the nearest part of the
boat was about six feet from the decayed and muddy bank.

'Aha,' Paul said triumphantly, 'follow me.' He stood on top of the boat and
hoisted himself into the tree; a long horizontal branch gave him an easy
route to the shore, which, given his previous history of falling into
things, was probably a good thing.

I shrugged and stood up, as did Ewan, 'Ah, I see a problem,' I said.

'Come on you two, I've got things to show you,' Paul shouted impatiently
from the bank.

'You lead the way, we're following right behind,' I called back. Although
Ewan was perfectly normally proportioned for his age (except for the one
area which was slightly more generous), he still wasn't very tall, and the
branch in question was just out of his reach. 'I think I'd better give you
a boost,' I said.

'Yes, I think you had,' he answered gravely.

I cupped my hands together and offered them to him, he stepped into them
and I lifted his slender body up, his nylon-clad crotch pressing
deliciously into my face as he scrambled for a handhold. I breathed in
deeply, savouring his delicious musty boy smell, 'Oh, I've missed you,' I
said suddenly.

Ewan pulled himself up onto the branch and sat down, his legs dangling;
'how d'you mean?'

'We've been together on this boat for a night and we've hardly touched each
other, and now we have to pretend that we don't have any feelings for each
other in front of Paul.'

'Oh, poor you,' Ewan said sympathetically. 'I didn't realise it was so
hard.'

'That's the trouble,' I moaned, 'look at it, it's missing you too.' My cock
was stiff again, just from our brief encounter, and ridging out the front
of my rugby shorts.

'Hmm, we're going to have to do something about this,' said Ewan, 'Paul
doesn't seem to be disturbed by the whole voyeur thing, does he?'

'No, I guess not, what would be the killer for him would be if he realised
that we actually loved each other. He hasn't really equated sex and love
yet, that's why he gets nowhere with the girls; he wants a fuck; they want
to know about his feelings, and randy isn't ever going to be a good enough
answer.'

'Well, maybe we should let our photo session carry on a little further than
he's expecting, but let him think he is leading it, that way we might all
get our jollies.'

'You are a very wise young man,' I said, 'and it is an honour and a
privilege to know you.'

'Thank you,' he replied, 'should we go and have a look?' He pulled himself
upright and scampered along the branch; I waited for him to hit the ground,
then followed after.

There wasn't much of the old mill left, a few tumbledown buildings, an open
space presumably where the yard would have been, and what had been a large
millpond banked with solid looking stone sides. True to Pauls' word, the
whole site was completely screened off from the canal on one side by the
clump of willows, and on the other by an even bigger stand of
poplars. Subsidence or design meant that the whole site was in a hollow,
protected from what little wind there was, and creating a suntrap.

'What do you think, lads?' Paul called from his vantage point sitting on
some collapsed stonework.

'It's great,' we chorused.

'What shall we do then?' Paul asked.

'How about we all have a bit of a swim, and then maybe we take a few
pictures,' I said, determined to regain the initiative.

'That sounds good,' Paul agreed, 'let's get our stuff from the boat.'

'D'you want to come over, or shall I bring your things back for you?' I
asked Ewan, not wishing Paul to discover that Ewan couldn't easily get off
the boat without assistance.

'Yeah, that would be kind,' he answered, 'all my stuff except my camera is
packed into the duffle bag on my bed, and the camera is hanging on the hook
by my bed.'

Paul and I made our way back to the boat, I found Ewans stuff and jammed my
towel, my speedos and some of my underwear in with it. I was also able to
cram in our two cameras, the little automatic camera and all the rolls of
film. With my, by now rather bulky cargo, I made my way back along the
boat; to my slight surprise, Paul was standing naked in his cabin; 'Come on
mate, get a move on,' I said, 'what's the problem?'

'I wasn't sure which to wear?' he pointed at his bed; he'd laid out his
familiar gold speedos and another pair, royal blue and rather more
minimalist in cut.

'When did you get those?' I asked, picking them up, 'they're really good.'

'I bought them from the clothes shop at the same time as my new pants,'
Paul answered, 'I thought I'd surprise you.'

'You have, let's see them on you then.' He pulled them on; they were a very
good fit, by which I mean they were just able to contain his bulging
package, but at the same time they weren't too tight fitting. They were cut
very high on the hip, and had a tiny waistband, if he'd still had any pubes
they would have been just showing; 'you'll need to do up the strings or
they'll not stay up if you get a bit horny,' I grinned, 'how do they feel?'

'Even better than my gold ones, they're really light and soft.'

I couldn't resist giving him a stroke on the bum, the fabric was very sheer
and smooth to the touch, 'Mmm, very nice,' I agreed, 'well that's good,
we've got two things at least for you to model.'

'Yeah,' he agreed, 'that's true. So, do you think this modelling idea is a
good one?' Paul suddenly looked quite vulnerable, and I felt sorry for him,
for once his life wasn't full of certainties and he was having to think a
little instead of just react.

'It's your call, I think we need to try and manage it a bit though.'

'How do you mean?'

'By controlling the images you let them see, that way we can discover if
they're dodgy or not.'

'So you think I should do it?'

'Yeah, I don't see why not, as long as we take the pics. We'll soon find
out if that is all they're interested in. I think when we do the session,
though, we have to divide it into two parts.'

'What do you mean?' Paul interrupted my musings.

'I mean that we should take some sexy but not very explicit pics first, see
what your man in the tailors shop thinks of them, and then maybe if we take
things a little further and if you think it's ok, then we could let him see
those later.  What do you think?'

'I'm cool, although it's difficult not to get turned on, thinking about it
and wearing these.'

'So I can see,' I grinned, 'I think we'll allow a little bit turned on for
some of the pics, especially if it looks like it's unintentional. Anyway,
let's get on, we've got things to do.' As we left the boat, Paul carefully
locked the padlock; 'Why are you doing that?' I asked.

'Somebody might nick it,' he replied.

'That somebody might decide to come and watch us doing a porno shoot
instead,' I countered.

'There won't be anybody,' he said impatiently, 'it's just that I promised
my uncle I wouldn't leave it unlocked anywhere if I wasn't on it.' He
handed me the keys, 'stick those in the bag will you? I've nowhere safe to
put them.'

I tucked them into the duffel bag with all the rest of our stuff, and we
headed back towards the mill, Paul going first and taking the bag from me.
At first it wasn't at all obvious where Ewan was, until the sound of
splashing water revealed that he was in the mill pool and completely
oblivious to us. I decided not to disturb him for the moment, and scouted
out a good place in the shade to sort out the cameras, and the various
items of clothing. I smiled happily when I saw that Ewans' selection
included his g-string, and he'd brought the blue nylon slip that he so
liked me to wear, I tucked them back into the duffel bag and put Pauls
stuff out. As well as his speedos Paul had brought his new pants, and also
a g-string, not the one he had acquired in the lakes, but a new one made of
a rust coloured silky mesh fabric.

I realised I'd got it all wrong; he had listened to my lectures about
eroticism after all. Suddenly I felt that all was well, we were none of us
by any stretch of the imagination adults, but we were all enthusiastically
consenting, and all we were planning to do was to have a bit of fun. While
I was getting myself sorted out, Paul had been prowling about, I'd told him
not to get his new speedos wet yet, so he was looking a bit lost,'why don't
you put these ones on and cool off in the water for a bit?' I asked, waving
his other speedos at him.

'Yeah, good idea,' he answered, and stripped off before walking over to
pull on his swimmers.

Ewan must have spotted us, as he stood up in the water and waved; he hadn't
bothered to change out of his white shorts, and the thin nylon clung to his
crotch revealing every detail of his glorious package; 'it's lovely in
here,' he shouted, 'the water's really warm.' His hazel eyes widened when
he saw Paul walking towards him in his gold speedos and from where I was
sitting, I could see his cock give a little twitch of excitement as he
enjoyed the view.

'Come on then, I'll race you,' Paul said, competitive to the last.

'Where to?'

'Over to the mill and back to here, we can start from this bit of wall.'

'Ok,' Ewan said, splashing out of the pool, 'what's the prize for the
winner?'

'Um, let's see, how about the loser has to do whatever the winner tells him
to do?'

'What, forever?'

'No, of course not, just the once,' Paul said confidently.

'Are you sure about this?' I asked from the back row, 'remember the
forfeits'.

'Yeah, 'course I am,' Paul answered, 'I won't make him do anything horrid.'

'I was asking Ewan,' I replied.

'Yeah, I'm cool,' my lover grinned.

'Tell you what,' Paul said, 'I'll give you a head start, that'd make it
fair wouldn't it?'

I looked at the two of them, Paul had a weight and height advantage and I
knew he was quite a strong swimmer, Ewan was an unknown quantity to me, fit
and sturdy yes, but could he better the older boy? So I was a little
surprised when Ewan chirped up; 'no need for that, perhaps I should let you
start ahead of me.'

'Ok, enough posturing' I said, 'I'll start you off together, and make sure
there's no cheating, and the last one back'll be the slave.' The boys lined
up next to each other on the stone wall that we designated as start and
finish; 'right then, on your marks, get set, go!' The boys hurled
themselves into the water, and straight away it was obvious that this
wasn't going to be much of a contest. Paul might have had the height and
the weight, but Ewan was swimming like some kind of aquatic mammal, and
streaked away from Paul as though he was standing still. He was already
half way back before Paul even made the turn, and touched in triumphantly
at my feet. I offered him my hand to pull him out of the water, and he
clasped it and hauled himself out of the pool.

In the water behind him, Paul stopped swimming and stood up, his face
convulsed with laughter, 'Hey, I think you may have lost something,' he
shouted between guffaws, and reaching down he waved Ewans sodden white
shorts in the air. They must have slipped off his slender hips when he
entered the water, and he hadn't noticed. I too hadn't taken note of his
nakedness, although now that I looked, his body, beaded all over with water
droplets was glowing in the sunshine, and his sleek blonde pubes contrasted
against his golden skin.

'Do you think that gave you an unfair advantage?' I grinned at him.

'Nah, he was never going to catch me.' Ewan replied.

Paul pulled himself out of the water, and sat on the low stone wall, one
foot trailing in the pool, gazing up unselfconsciously at Ewans naked body,
'how come you're so quick in the water?' he asked.

'Dunno really, I suppose having a big brother who's a really strong swimmer
makes all the difference. You have to try and keep up somehow.'

'Oh I see, all that we get for exercise is trying to avoid Mr Jekyll the
head of maths, and he's not that fast, have you enjoyed the pleasure of his
company yet?' Paul grinned, 'He'll love you, especially if he finds out you
can swim like an otter.'

'No, but I've heard all about him, is it true that if you forget your kit
he makes you swim naked?'

'Yeah, and he always looks over the top of the cubicle doors when you're
changing. Mind you, I wouldn't have thought that would bother you.'

'How do you mean?' Ewan looked puzzled.

'You don't seem to be too worried about going naked,' Paul replied, and I
couldn't help noticing that he was beginning to get a bit turned on.

'I prefer to have a bit of choice who I get naked around,' Ewan said
firmly, holding his hand out for his shorts, 'not some ancient old pervert
who smells of booze and cigarettes. I'll cover up if it bothers you?'

'No problem, doesn't make any difference to me,' Paul said dismissively,
and inaccurately if the developing bulge in his speedos was anything to go
by.  'So, what's my forfeit going to be?'

'Don't know, I'll have to give it some serious consideration, I'll let you
know when I've thought of something appropriate,' Ewan grinned.

Paul looked a little apprehensive, and I intervened; 'don't be too
adventurous, we've got a lot to do.'

'Don't worry,' Ewan said, 'I won't go over the top.'

'How about we take some pictures?' I asked.

'Yeah, let's,' Paul said, 'what shall we do?'

'We should do the fashion stuff for your potential employers, so go and get
yourselves dried off and into your speedos.' Paul hauled himself upright
and followed the younger boy over to where our clothes had all been
dumped. Ewan towelled himself dry and handed the towel on to Paul. He
picked up his faded red speedos, and looked over at me, 'will these do?'

'Yeah, they're fine, you're not supposed to be the star here, this is all
about Paul and his new pants.'

In the meantime Paul had pulled on his new speedos, 'how do they look?'  he
asked, swivelling his hips and squinting round.

'They look great,' Ewan said, 'what are we going to do then?'

'I thought that we could do a few shots of you and Paul doing something
vaguely sporty, you've got the choice of a Frisbee or a tennis ball. Lots
of nice jumping and stretching, and then into the water for a bit of
splashing about, but first off I want to take some more moody shots with
Paul on his own.'

'Oh, right,' Ewan said, 'bags we use the Frisbee then, they're much more
fun. I'll just wait for my call over here in the sun.'

I flashed him a smile, and turned to Paul, 'right then, operation
millionaire, here we go.'

Paul grinned and said, 'ok, where do you want me?'

'Over there, by the wrecked building, I think we should do a few of you
silhouetted against the trees and the sky, and then maybe some climbing on
the stones.' In the heat of my passion for Ewan, I'd forgotten that Paul
was capable of being a very sexy model too; he posed by the ruins, gazing
soulfully into the sky and I crouched down low, seeking to capture the
images of his body, from the luscious curves of his bum to the altogether
promising bulge in the front of his speedos. I also grabbed the obligatory
close up shots, familiar to all of us from swimwear catalogues and fashion
magazines, not without appeal when there's nothing better to look at, but
curiously sterile. 'Ok,' I said, once I had all the pictures I wanted, 'how
about you do a bit of climbing?' Paul obligingly scrambled up a pile of
rubble, and I followed along, snatching a few shots as he went ahead of
me. Once at the top he sat down, leaning back and facing the camera, legs
slightly apart, the bulge in his crotch very prominent.

Ewan in the meantime had spread the towel out and stretched out on his
stomach, luxuriating in the sunshine. I'd taken a few shots of Paul that
showed the younger boy snoozing in the distance, and now I indicated that
Paul should come over as if to wake him up. He stood by Ewans shoulder
looking down, and I took a shot of him gazing abstractedly at him, the
fingers of one hand hovering over his waistband, as if he were discreetly
caressing his cock. Paul extended his leg, and gently poked Ewan in the
nylon clad bum with his big toe, the young boy woke up, and looked up at
his persecutor.

'Fancy a bit of Frisbee, then?' Paul asked.

'If that's what you want to call it,' Ewan said cheekily.

'Come on then,' Paul said, choosing to ignore the double entendre.

Ewan stretched lazily and climbed onto his feet, and the two boys walked
out to the open ground next to the swimming hole; 'Now don't get too far
apart, or I won't be able to get both of you into the picture.' Frisbees
might have been invented for the aspiring pornographer as they force the
subjects to bend and stretch, and after a bit they forget all about what
they are doing and just play.  Paul and Ewan were in no way different, and
pretty soon they were giggling and mucking about together. I was able to
get some pretty uninhibited shots, even though neither of them was
particularly aroused, just the sort of natural behaviour I reckoned that
the underwear makers would be hoping to see. Once felt I'd taken enough
pictures I addressed the laughing boys; 'Ok, that's all good stuff, but now
I think we should see how you do in the water.' Ewan flicked the Frisbee
into the millpond, and they jumped in after, both racing to get there
first. They arrived more or less simultaneously, jostling and frolicking in
the water, their young bodies gleaming like seals as they struggled to grab
the toy. Pauls' inhibitions about doing anything that seemed overtly gay
didn't seem to apply when he was in the water and I grabbed a picture of
him grappling with Ewan, holding him by the waistband of his speedos, and
practically stripping them off him in his competitive frenzy. I suppose it
wasn't so very different from the debagging and so forth that was a regular
feature of life at an English boys school.

Order was eventually restored, and Ewan pulled his speedos back up, casting
a speculative look at the older boy, who seemed oblivious. 'Right,' I
commanded, 'it's looking good, I want to get in a bit closer, but I don't
want my camera wrecked, so play nicely boys.'

As I stepped carefully into the millpond, my camera held high, Paul and
Ewan stopped thrashing about and waited for me to join them. It was
surprisingly warm, and just reached to the top of my thighs, I was very
aware of the small ripples of sun-heated water slapping gently against my
balls as I waded towards the others, a curiously erotic sensation, and as I
looked at the two sleek boys, their packages clearly defined in their
saturated speedos I could feel myself beginning to get turned on. I dipped
down in the water to wet my speedos too, and caught sight of Ewan eyeing me
up and grinning privately as he noticed that my cock was starting to
stiffen. 'Ok,' I said, 'let's take a few pictures of you chucking the
Frisbee about in the water, but be careful, try not to splash too much.'

Ewan had somehow managed to hang onto the Frisbee, and tossed it gently to
Paul, he leaped in the air to catch it, and managed to land without a major
splash, he tossed it back to Ewan who also had to jump for it, and I
realised that he too was beginning to stiffen up, his long and slender
shaft becoming very apparent as it started to distend the faded red nylon
of his speedos. I saw Pauls' eyes widen as he noticed this development and
I focussed my lens on his crotch as the inevitable happened and he too
began to get aroused. The blue fabric of his fancy speedos struggled to
contain the fat curve of his cock, it was fortunate that he had done up the
ties or I suspect that it would just have popped out. As it was, the fine
material proved to be equal to the task of containing his manhood, even
though it was stretched very tight, and left almost nothing to the
imagination.

I was curious about how Paul would react, after all, here we were, standing
up to our thighs in water, and all three of us sporting hard-ons, and he
hadn't previously shown so much to Ewan. I needn't have worried, in typical
Paul fashion he decided that as he wasn't actually wanking then nothing was
happening and we just carried on as before; the two boys presenting a
slightly more hardcore image than I had hoped for. After a few minutes I
felt that I had exhausted the erotic potential of standing in a pond, and
suggested that we should move back onto dry land. Paul slipped under the
water and swam back to the shore; Ewan wading companionably along by my
side. In the meantime Paul had clambered out, and was sitting on the
sun-warmed wall, his feet trailing in the water, and his cock very
prominent as he watched us walk towards him. I snatched a couple of shots
from the water, finishing off the film, and then we too climbed out.

'What shall we do now?' Paul asked, leaning back on his hands as he looked
up at us.

'I think we're done with speedos now,' I answered, 'how about we do some
pictures in your posh undies?'

'Just what I was thinking,' he replied, 'what about the tiddler though?'

'Less of the tiddler stuff, if you don't mind,' Ewan protested, 'I could
just fill in the background like before? I'll put on my baggy old school
pants, so I won't look more glam than you.'

'Yeah, that's cool,' Paul said, 'and once we're done with me, we should
take a few pics just of you.'

'Yeah, why not,' the younger boy agreed, 'don't see why you should be the
one getting all the attention after all.'

'Ok, let's all get dried off and get changed,' I said. There didn't seem
much point in false modesty by now, so we all stripped naked and shared the
beach towel between us. Our erections had, by now, subsided to a sort of
general state of readiness. In the early summer sunshine and gentle breeze
it didn't take very long for us to get completely dry, and the slightly mad
hair that we'd all ended up with just added to the effect. I went over to
the shady place where I had stashed my stuff, Ewan had already collected
his bundle of clothes and wandered off to get ready, Paul followed after me
to get his and do likewise.

I pulled on the pale blue nylon slip that both Ewan and Paul seemed to
appreciate and loaded my camera, and the little automatic camera with film.
Ewan had taken his with him, and indeed, now that I looked, I could see him
industriously photographing the old mill buildings, his slender frame
accentuated by the baggy old school pants he was wearing.

Paul had put on his new semi-transparent pants, and in the bright sunshine
they left little to the imagination, 'just as well you had a shave,' I
grinned, 'you're not really concealing much.'

'Nor are you,' he riposted, and it was true, as soon as I'd clapped eyes on
him in his new pants my cock had begun to thicken up again, and the skimpy
nylon of my pants was beginning to be stretched away from my body.

'Oops,' I smiled, 'just can't help it, you have that effect on me.'

'What are we going to do?' Paul asked.

'I think we should do a few carefully posed shots around the site, then we
should include Ewan, as though he had somehow intruded on our private
moment; I'll do a few pics of him, and you can take some of the pair of us
with the little camera if you like.'

'That sounds good, where do you want me?'

'If you go and set yourself up over by that tumbledown wall, I'll just
explain to Ewan what we are going to do.' I walked across to the ruined
mill building, Ewan had vanished from view, but it was clear that he had
gone inside, and I followed. I found him perched on top of a wall, trying
to get a picture of the wrecked water wheel, 'try not to get too grubby
yet,' I implored him.

'Don't worry, these are clean, and I'll keep them this way for the moment,'
he grinned, 'have you worked out what we're doing?'

'Yes, I think so. I'm going to do some straightforward modelling shots with
Paul, and maybe you could take a couple of pics of me doing that? Then,
Paul will supposedly notice you taking pictures, thus getting you into the
frame, and we'll carry on from there.'

'Ok,' Ewan said, 'let's do it.' We walked back out into the sunshine from
the cool dampness of the old mill house and back over to the open space
where Paul was waiting for us.

'Sorted?' he asked.

'Yeah,' I answered, 'I think so, shall we?' I had decided that Paul should
pose among the stones of a tumbledown outbuilding, his motivation being
that he was examining the stonework, although why anyone would do that
dressed only in a pair of very minimal pants is anybody's guess, still,
I've seen sillier scenarios.  He posed in the doorframe, the shafts of
sunlight still strong and bright, and revealing more than the fabric of his
pants could conceal. I took pictures from all angles, and was very aware
that my cock was stiffening up again; Paul was sufficiently self-absorbed
not to notice. Ewan took a few shots of us; me crouched on the ground
shooting up, the pale nylon of my pants distended by my rigid column, and
Paul staring moodily into the distance, his body half-turned and his
generous package in profile.

We moved inside the building, where I had previously noticed a big stone
slab, solidly seated on a pile of rubble. Paul initially sat down on the
edge of the stone, once again staring past the camera, as if lost in
thought, his hands loosely by his sides, and I took a few shots. Then he
folded his arms behind his head and laid back, closing his eyes as though
drifting off to sleep, and I was able to take some close up shots of his
crotch, giving detailed attention to the fit of his new pants. At last one
of his hands crept down towards his waist, coming to rest at his waistband,
with his fingertips just touching his cock. As I watched, fascinated, and
increasingly aroused, he began to stiffen up, the fine material and
structure of his pants guiding the growth of his erection up towards the
minimal waistband. I clicked away, ever more conscious of my own hardness
and of my lack of fulfilment, as Paul gently stroked his cock through the
fabric with the tip of a finger.

At this moment I became aware that Ewan was framed in the distance through
the gaping hole where a window had once been, camera in hand innocently
photographing rocks, and I shifted my position to include him in the
shot. Paul in the meantime was blatantly caressing the whole length of his
erection, and I could see the damp stain of his pre-cum spreading on the
fine cloth. 'This would be a good moment to realise you might be
overlooked,' I murmured to Paul.

'Hmm, what?' he asked, clearly on another planet.

'You're supposed to notice Ewan, out there, through the window, do keep
up,' I replied.

'Oh, yeah,' he finally remembered. I moved up by Pauls head, right on cue,
his blue eyes snapped open, and he looked over to the window through which
Ewan could be seen, camera held up to his eye. Paul stretched languidly,
got up off the slab and walked over to the windowless frame; he poked his
head through, leaning on the sill and looked out towards the boy. From my
vantage point, I was very conscious that his erection had stretched the
semi-transparent material of his pants tightly over the globes of his
butt. He had spread his legs apart as he made himself comfortable, and a
broad stripe of bright sunlight traced a diagonal line from his hips to his
thighs, plainly revealing the pink pucker of his anus to me and my camera.

If I had been feeling horny before, then that was nothing to how this made
me feel now; it was almost as though I didn't dare touch my cock in case I
came; the two boys that I desired most were both flaunting themselves in
front of me.  Standing behind Paul I felt a desperate desire finally to
consummate our relationship, but as with Ewan, I had given him a solemn
promise that I would never try to make him do anything that he didn't want
to. Add to that his total denial that we actually had a relationship, or
indeed that what we were doing was anything other than straightforward
sexual experimenting, and that made me a frustrated and confused bunny. I
had thought that my real love for Ewan would have made all this a thing of
the past, but somehow Paul hadn't gone away and indeed was back with a
bang. With the benefit of hindsight it might not have been the most
sensible idea to come away on the boat, thus far I'd come very close to
getting my jollies, but; a thorn between two roses, I didn't know which way
to turn. Ah well, I mentally shrugged, better just grin and bare it, the
best things come to those who wait. For some reason my mind sometimes gets
stuck in random cliché mode when I'm under pressure.

Meanwhile, back to the story; I had a lovely image of Paul spread legged in
the window, and Ewan in the middle distance, innocently photographing ruins
whilst wearing nothing but his baggy white school y-fronts. Paul called out
to him; 'I think it might be your turn in a minute, it's nice and cozy in
here, out of the breeze and full of sunshine.'

Ewan nodded and replied; 'Ok, I'll just take a picture of you in the
window, then I'll come and join you.'

Paul smiled as the young boy came in through the ruined doorway, and sat
back down on the sun-warmed slab, leaning on his hands, legs casually apart
and making no attempt to disguise his erect cock. This was perhaps the
first moment that Ewan had realised that Paul was quite so turned on, and
that he was still completely unconcerned to be seen like this by another
boy. His eyes widened as he took in the vision, 'Wow,' he said, 'your pants
look great, if they have that effect on everyone then they're going to sell
loads.' He quickly snapped a picture of the two of us; I was standing by
Pauls shoulder, camera in hand, looking down at his bulging lap, my own
pants stretched away from my body by the pressure of my erection.

From my position, I could see Ewan in profile, and I could also see the
front of his pants beginning to bulge as he started to stiffen up.  'I
think we've done enough of me,' Paul said, 'how about you finish off your
film with the young'un?'

'Ok,' I answered, 'if you're up for it?' I looked over at Ewan, away from
Pauls' line of sight he discreetly winked at me.

'Yeah, I'm game,' he replied, 'although I don't see how I'm going to top
that,' He waved his hand in the direction of Pauls cock.

'Just do what you feel like,' Paul interrupted, 'if I have any suggestions,
I'll let you know.'

'Bet you will,' I muttered.

Paul got up and wandered over to the doorway, 'I'll just go and fetch the
other camera, I might take a few snaps of the two of you, don't wait for me
though.'

'Ok, we'll get ourselves sorted out here.' I answered.

As soon as Paul was out of the door Ewan jumped on me, kissing me
passionately, his tongue forcing my lips apart, and a hand possessively
clutching my erect cock. Taken by surprise, I clasped his warm body to
mine, before cupping his soft cotton-covered butt with both hands and
pulling him against me.

'That was agony,' he moaned, when he came up for air, 'I was really scared
of what I was going to see when I came in here.'

'Oh, poor you,' I sympathised, 'what were you expecting to find?'

'I don't know really, I was worried that I might have lost you to him.'

'To Paul!' I snorted, 'he just wants his todger pulled, if he thought there
were any feelings involved then he'd have run a mile by now.'

'but you used to be lovers?' he quavered.

'Never like you and I,' I answered, 'he just likes doing it with someone
else, and until a girl comes along, then I will have to do. I tell you what
though, I wouldn't be half as good a photographer if I hadn't had Paul to
practise with.'

'and probably not such a good lover either,' he smiled, and suddenly it was
as if the sun had come out from behind the clouds. 'What do you want to do
then?'

'I thought we could do the lazy schoolboy dozing in the sun scenario.'

'Tell me more.'

'Not much to it, you settle down to do a little sunbathing, change position
a few times to get comfy, then you start to get a little turned on, and
away you go.  Should be enough there to keep Paul entertained.'

'Sounds ok, I might have a bit of a surprise for you both though, shall we
get started?'

'Sounds intriguing, but yes, let's, I've only about ten frames left on this
film, so we can do the establishing shots before I need to reload.'

Ewan wandered over to the stone slab that Paul had also been modelling on,
and posed with one foot up on it, before stretching exaggeratedly and
settling down to lay on his front, head pillowed on his forearms. The loose
white cotton material of his pants was baggy enough to drape rather than
cling to his cheeks, and he looked impossibly young and vulnerable curled
up on the stone. He also looked deeply desirable, and my cock, which had
temporarily given up hope, suddenly began to revive. Ewan shifted his
position, rolling over onto his side, tucking his knees up and pushing one
hand through his legs to grip his ankle. I photographed this pleasing
vision until I had used the last few frames up, 'Ok, I just have to
reload,' I said, 'don't go anywhere.'

'Don't worry, I won't,' he answered softly.

It only took a minute to reload, and I turned back to my subject, he hadn't
moved, and for a moment I thought he'd fallen asleep, then I noticed that
his hazel eyes were open and he was looking up at me, 'Ok?' I asked.

'Yeah,' he smiled, 'let's carry on.' He rolled slowly onto his back, eyes
demurely closed once more, hands loosely by his side.

'Right then,' I said, crouching down to get a good angle, 'ready when you
are.' Ewan knew how to take it slow, and I concentrated my attention on
taking a few pics of his recumbent body. Ever so slowly, his left hand
began a tentative journey from its resting position by his thigh, over his
hip, before coming to rest, still relaxed, on the waistband of his
pants. As I watched through the viewfinder of my camera, his fingers slowly
uncurled, and began to explore the soft mound that contained his penis. His
gently probing fingertips soon located their target, and his cock responded
swiftly to his careful stimulation, growing quickly into a rigid column
plainly discernable through the soft white fabric.

'Mmm, that's lovely,' I encouraged him, 'let's have a little more hand
action.' Ewan didn't really need any prompting, the boy was a natural after
all, but I believed it was important to keep him stimulated, although if he
felt anything like I did, he would be aching to spill his spunk at the
earliest opportunity.  By way of a response, his right hand rose slowly
from its resting place, and he began softly to caress his nipples, which
were also quite erect. With the forefinger of his other hand he began a
lazy exploration of the detailing of his pants, following the 'y' down from
the waistband, over his bulging crotch and down between his legs. He
stroked his perineum for a moment, and then began the return journey,
investigating the possibilities of the fly hole briefly, before returning
to the waistband. Finally, he slowly ran his fingertips along the stiff
column of his cock; there was already a very obvious damp patch at the end,
where he had started leaking pre-cum, and he probed at this with obvious
enjoyment before bringing his fingers up to his nose for a sniff. He stuck
his damp fingers between his ruby lips, and opened his eyes again, looking
directly at me through the lens and smiling happily.

I would have been quite content to put my camera to one side, and make love
in the sunshine, but the recollection that we were putting on a bit of an
exhibition for Paul put a stop to that idea. Although where the older boy
had got to was a bit of a mystery, if he didn't hurry up, there wouldn't be
anything to see.  'That's wonderful,' I croaked, dry-mouthed, 'don't stop
now.'

Ewan grinned naughtily and sucked obscenely on his forefinger, sliding the
digit in and out in a crude yet erotic parody of a blowjob. Once he was
satisfied that I was getting the point; and the state of my hard on,
spilling my pre- cum through the pale blue nylon, must have been more than
enough to convince him, he returned to the matter in hand. This time he
moved both hands down to his crotch, and, in an image familiar to me from
the first pics I had seen of him, he framed his erection with both his
hands, arching his back to make his bulge look more prominent.

As I crouched down to get a better angle, I heard Pauls' voice and the snap
of the little camera behind me; 'That's looking good, and it's given me an
idea.'

I looked back over my shoulder; he hadn't changed out of his posh pants,
even though they were rather stained from his earlier exertions. It was a
tribute to the skill of the designer that they still looked as sexy as they
did. 'Go on,' I said.

'Do you remember when you photographed me in school pants like Ewans?' (see
Pauls Pants episode 3).

'Yes of course,' I answered.

'You guided me to get the sexiest images, I thought you might be able to do
the same for him.'

'I suppose could, if he's up for it.'

'I'm game, although I don't know what you're talking about.' Ewan chipped
in.

'I'll talk you through it,' I grinned, 'shall we continue?'

'Yeah,' he wiggled his bum and settled back, lifting his knees up and
spreading his legs.

'That's nice,' I said, conscious that Paul was clicking away behind me,
'now, maybe you could slip your hand under the waistband?'

'Ok,' he agreed, and slowly shoved his hand down the front of his pants. I
could clearly see the outline of his knuckles as he gripped hold of his
cock.  'Very good,' I said, 'but it would be nice to see up the leg hole,
perhaps I can assist you?'

'Please do,' he laughed.

I shuffled nearer, and reached out with one hand, holding the camera with
the other. I placed my hand carefully on the warm skin of his thigh before
sliding it slowly up the leg hole, instantly I worked out what Ewans'
surprise was, as my knuckles encountered some more fine fabric, instead of
the warm and naked flesh of his perineum.

Ewan caught my eye and winked at me, 'you're full of surprises,' I
murmured.

'Yup,' he grinned cheekily.

Pauls superior angle meant that this was all going past him, he couldn't
see or feel what I could, so I decided to save the surprise for later and
carry on as if nothing was different. 'Try and show me a little more,' I
said.

Ewan spread his legs further, and with the back of his hand lifted the
loose white cotton away from his cock, from my vantage point I could see
that he was also wearing a pair of very minimal white pants, probably girls
panties, given his past record.

'Roll over, and give me some more,' I asked.

Ewan did as I asked, sticking his bum up in the air, and caressing the hard
column of his cock through the cotton. I bent down as low as I could, to
get the shot through his legs, and then, casting a quick look over my
shoulder to see how Paul was getting on, I suggested; 'perhaps we're ready
for the surprise now?'

'Yeah,' Ewan answered, 'let's do it.'

'Can you cover this?' I asked Paul, 'I'll need both hands.'

Paul nodded, lifted the camera to his eye, and moved a little closer in, I
was very aware that he was fully erect once more. I put my camera down, and
knelt down on the slab next to the young boy, my rock hard cock pressing
firmly against his thigh as I adjusted my position to give Paul the best
possible view. I leaned in, and slowly ran my hands over the soft cotton
fabric covering Ewans' arse, enjoying the muscular warm feel of his
flesh. I shifted my position again, to ease the pressure on my erection,
and it slipped easily and naturally into the cleft between his legs.

'Later,' I heard Ewan whisper.

'Count on it,' I whispered back.

There was nothing further to be said, I resisted the temptation to have
another grope of Ewans lovely bottom, and slipped my fingers under his
waistband, pausing momentarily to give Paul a chance, then I slowly, almost
reverentially pulled his white cotton y-fronts down. I heard Paul give a
little intake of breath as I revealed Ewans butt, clad in a pair of very
small, very tight, white cotton girls pants, plain but for a red trim round
the waist and legs. He rolled over again, knees up; I pulled his pants
clear, tossed them away, and all was revealed at last. The panties were
being subjected to stresses that they had never been designed for; Ewans'
long slim cock was barely able to be contained by the meagre covering. I,
of course, had seen Ewan wearing girls' panties on a couple of memorable
occasions before, but this was all new territory for Paul. I sneaked a look
over my shoulder to see how he was reacting to this, I needn't have been
concerned; he was holding the camera in one hand, and his stiff cock with
the other, openly masturbating himself through the material of his pants.
Meanwhile, back with Ewan, his pants were very extended now, as his cock
had been freed from the limited confinement of his y-fronts, and I was able
to get a shot of his cock and balls through the straining leg hole. His
fingers were fluttering over the tip off his cock, now freely exuding
pre-cum into the absorbent material. 'Go on, give it a tug, you know you
need to,' I encouraged him.

'You're not wrong,' he gasped, 'but I won't be able to hang on for long if
I do though.'

'Not to worry,' I said, moving in a bit closer to get a better angle,
'Paul's got you covered if I miss it.'

'Alright then,' he said, and flipped the flimsy cotton to one side,
releasing his long slim cock. He took a firm hold, and began to wank, his
foreskin sliding easily back over the well-lubricated purple glans. I was
close enough in to get a shot just of his fist grasping his cock, and also,
I discovered, for his other hand to slip up my thigh and grasp my throbbing
erection. I lost all sense of time, as I struggled to maintain my
professional decorum and continue to take pictures, whilst I was
increasingly desperate for us both to come. I had completely forgotten
about Paul by now, as I clicked away until I ran out of film. Putting my
camera down, I now had two hands free, and gently clasped one of them over
Ewans wanking fist, using the other to support myself as I balanced on my
knees.

'Why don't you suck him?' came Pauls voice from behind me.

I didn't need any further encouragement, and leaned over, engulfing his
hot, sticky and utterly delicious length into my willing mouth. As I
tongued the sensitive tip, I felt his grip tighten on my cock, and I could
feel him wriggling and thrusting against my mouth as he began to tip over
that slippery precipice leading to orgasm. Seriously against my will, I
slowly released his cock from my mouth, taking up my hold on his sodden
shaft again, and ignoring his moans of protest. I could see from his
flushed and sweaty face that he was very close to coming, and I wanted Paul
to get the come shot.

Finally, when he came, great ropes and jets of spunk erupted from his cock,
spraying over my chest and up into my face and hair; as his sticky juices
trickled over my heaving stomach, they dribbled down onto my pants,
mingling with the pre-cum that was already soaking the nylon fabric. The
feeling of Ewans slippery hand confidently and lovingly continuing to work
on my cock through the come-sodden material suddenly and violently tipped
me over the edge. I almost blacked out with the violence of my orgasm;
several gouts of spunk spraying from my cock and forcing their way through
the skimpy material. I collapsed forwards on top of Ewan, my saturated
crotch pressing into his, and we lay still for a moment, neither able to do
more than breathe great shuddering breaths. As I gradually came back to
reality, I could feel the sun beating down on my body, then, rather
bizarrely I felt the soft splashes of summer rain on my back. Oh well, at
least it's warm rain and we're all pretty much naked, I thought to myself,
then I realised the incongruity of that idea, and craned my neck round to
see what was going on.

Paul, because of course it was him, was standing bow-legged holding himself
up with a small tree, and with the other hand was still pumping out the
last few dribbles of jizz from his cock. His pants had descended around his
ankles, and it was a tribute to the power of his orgasm that he had been
able to sprinkle us with come from several feet away. 'I do hope you didn't
miss the shot,' I said, severely, disentangling myself from Ewan and
sitting up.

'Don't think so,' he said breathlessly.

'Come on then,' I said, collecting a sticky handful of our spunk off Ewan
and my bodies, and indicating that he should approach. Pauls' cock was
still dribbling a few last dollops of spunk, so I gently grabbed it, and
scooped the dribbles into the palm of my other hand. I stirred the
resulting cream with my finger, and leaning forward I anointed first Paul,
then Ewans sweaty foreheads, before offering my hand so that Ewan could do
the same for me.

Paul turned away, picked up his pants and used them to wipe his greasy
cock, as he did so, Ewan crammed my sticky fingers into his mouth and
greedily sucked the last bits of spunk off them, leaning forward to share
the mouthful with me while Pauls back was turned. 'Come lovers too,' he
whispered, a little drop of our mingled jizz escaping from the corner of
his mouth.

'Yeah,' I agreed, lost with love and admiration for this beautiful and
unpredictable boy, 'maybe we should all get cleaned up?'

Paul had already walked away; unusually silent for him, and leaving his
sodden pants on the ground, a moment later we heard the splash as he dived
into the millpond. 'Come on,' Ewan said, standing up, 'let's go and join
him.'

'He might be a little confused,' I warned, 'sometimes he starts to think,
and that isn't always a good thing.'

'I know,' Ewan said, briskly stripping his saturated panties off, 'I'll be
gentle with him. We'd better rinse these out though, or they'll be
ruined. Here, give me yours too.'

I was suddenly conscious that my genitals were beginning to get a bit
chilly as the spunk dried on my pants, and I hastily pulled off my sodden
slip and handed it to Ewan. 'I meant to ask you, where did those knickers
come from?  They're a great turn-on though; you could pull in those.'

'I nicked them off the clothes line at the lock-keepers cottage, stuffed
them down my pants when I walked back, I thought they might turn you on.'

'They certainly did, and I think they did a lot for Paul too, you can wear
those again.'

'Why thank you,' he grinned, 'I'll remember that and surprise you again
some time.'

I picked up the cameras and Pauls pants from where he'd abandoned them, and
followed Ewan out of the ruined building, pausing en-route to retrieve his
y-fronts from the branch of a tree they had ended up in.

I don't know what I was expecting from Paul, but a cheery and unconcerned
grin when he caught sight of our naked bodies approaching the pond, wasn't
it. 'Come on in, the water's lovely,' he shouted to us from across the
pool. We dumped our soggy clothing by the waters edge and both jumped in,
using the fresh warm water and handfuls of soft sand to clean our
bodies. 'Well, what did you think of that, young fella?' Paul asked,
surfacing close by, 'bet you've never had an experience like it.'

I cringed mentally, but before I could say anything, Ewan chirped up; 'it
was cool, I love having my picture taken, what did you think?'

'I used to think it was a bit queer, undressing and wanking with a bloke,
but if you look at the porno mags you can see that geezers do it all the
time, after all it's not like fucking, and all the girls reckon I'm a much
hotter lover because of it.'

'You tell them what you've been getting up to?' Ewans' look of wide-eyed
amazement was quite convincing to me.

'No, but I would if they asked and anyway I know why I'm better at it' Paul
said defensively, 'what are we going to do now?'

'I don't know about you,' I chipped in, 'but I could murder a cup of tea
and something to eat, breakfast feels like a very long time ago.'

'Tell you what,' Paul said, 'I'll head back to the boat, and put the kettle
on if you two bring all the stuff back. It'll have to be sausage sarnies to
eat though.'  'Sometimes there's nothing better than stuffing a hot sausage
into your mouth,' I grinned.

'So I've seen,' Paul smiled back, climbing out of the pond, 'see you in a
minute.' He stood on the stonework, looking down at us and towelling
himself dry. I was amused and impressed that his shaven cock was still
semi-hard; he had obviously been very turned on by the whole voyeur
thing. I knew that he had found the occasions when we had put on a bit of a
show for an unknown audience to be very stimulating; I did wonder where we
were going to go from here. Paul pulled on his fancy new speedos again and
wandered off towards the boat.

Ewan splashed over to me, and asked; 'is he ok?'

'I don't know, I think you might have been right earlier, when you said I'd
turned him.'

'He's certainly very mellow, I'd never have thought he'd ask me to blow
you, and he didn't seem to be bothered when you saw me handling his cock
either.'

The boy threw his arms around me and pressed his wet and naked body up
against mine; 'all the same I'd sooner you didn't fuck him, I want to feel
you inside me soon, and wouldn't want your sperm to go to waste.'

'Don't fret, he's never going to let me go there, that'd be too much like
having a relationship for him.'

'Cool,' he kissed me enthusiastically, 'that's ok then, I guess it's not so
very different from having a wank after all.'

'I suppose we'd better head back,' I said, without much enthusiasm, 'or
Paul will be wondering what we've been up to. Truth is, what I'd really
like to do is cuddle up in the sunshine with you, and I can't see us
getting that one past Pauls prejudices somehow; sex seems to be ok, but
love and affection? no way!'

'Ah well,' Ewan said wisely, 'there's always tonight, we can cuddle up
together then. Let's sort out the laundry, then we can go back and suck on
a sausage.'

We quickly washed out the sperm saturated underwear in the clear water of
the millpond, then we gathered up the rest of our stuff and stuffed it into
the duffel bag. We both dressed in our speedos again, just as Paul
had. When we lowered ourselves back onto the boat, the tea had been made
and the comforting sound of frying sausages could be heard from below
decks. There's nothing much to be said about the next few hours, we ate our
food, and then Paul reversed the boat slowly out from under the willow,
turned us round, and we headed back towards home.

'I thought we might as well stop at the same place tonight,' Paul shouted
over the sound of the engine, 'at least we can get a shower in the
morning.'

'Good idea,' I agreed, 'but no playing for forfeits, ok.'

'I suppose so,' Paul reluctantly agreed.

We meandered slowly along the canal, taking it in turn to sunbathe on the
roof, all thoughts of modesty gone. We had moved from a slightly fascinated
curiosity about each other's bodies, to an easy acceptance. There is
nothing much to be said about our trip back, apart from attracting curious
glances from other boating types as we basked in our swimmers, we sailed
down to the waste station. The sun was starting to set when we finally
moored up at the jetty, this time we were not alone, there was another boat
moored up on the opposite side and its owners were busily clearing rubbish,
filling with water and so on. They gave us a cheery wave and carried on
with their tasks.

'Bugger,' Paul said, 'we'll have to keep it down, sound carries really well
over water.'

'Do you think we can get that old radio to work?' Ewan asked, 'that might
be the answer.'

'Yeah, it works, you just have to wiggle the wires a bit.'

Ewan fiddled with the radio, and eventually it crackled into life, back
then there wasn't much of a choice; it was Radio One or Capital, and the
latter was new and quite exciting as they broadcast for twenty-four hours a
day. 'You're listening to "your mother wouldn't like it",' said the DJ and
then spoiled it all by playing something by the Eagles. Never mind, there
wasn't anything much else to listen to in those days; the musical explosion
that was the punk scene was still just a dream in the minds of a few art
students.

'Ok,' Paul asked, 'what are we going to have for supper?'

'I guess it'll have to be the chippie again,' I said, 'there's nothing much
left to eat except for a few biscuits.'

'Come on then,' Ewan joined in, 'let's all go.'

'We'll need to put some more clothes on,' I added, 'we're heading back into
the world after all.' We all went to our various cabins and pulled on
shorts and t-shirts over our speedos.

The chippie wasn't very busy, but there was a queue, and we stood patiently
in line waiting for our turn. Ewan stood close behind me, and I could feel
the warmth of his body on the backs of my legs. We placed our order, and
waited as it was wrapped in newspaper and bagged up for us.

We carried our booty back to the boat, Paul cleared his throat and asked;
'do you mind if we eat up on deck? It's just that my room will stink of
chips if we eat below.'

'No, not a problem,' we chorused.

'Good,' he said, 'I'll go get the beers, if you two lay out the food.'

We spread out our feast on the roof, and when Paul re-emerged with a
handful of beers, we got stuck into the food. For quite a while there was
nothing much to be heard but chewing, slurping and from down below the
burbling banality of the capital DJ.

Once we were finished, Paul let out a satisfied burp, patted his stomach
and said; 'Right, I'm going to go and wash my hands, then I think it might
be time for a game.'

'You're on,' Ewan said, 'but it's my turn to choose something.'

'Oh yeah, how come?' Paul answered, rather aggressively.

'Cause you're my slave, remember?'

'Oh yes, I'd forgotten. Is it ok if I go and get cleaned up?' he asked,
with mock humility.

'Of course, we'll all go,' Ewan replied.

Paul set off for the washing block, we stayed behind to bundle up all the
chip papers and rubbish before we set off after him. 'Hey,' Ewan hissed to
me, 'just play along with me would you, I want to see how Paul reacts to
slavery.'

'Ok, just don't push him too far,' I answered. We dumped the rubbish, then
we all scrubbed up in the cheerless shower block before heading back to the
boat.

'It's getting a bit nippy,' Paul said, 'shall we go below and crack a
couple more beers?' We bundled down the steps and into the main cabin; Paul
grabbed some beers from their locker, and plonked them on the table, 'Ok
then,' he said, 'what shall we do?'

'Now, you have to remember that you're still my slave?' Ewan asked.

'Yes?' Paul looked worried.

'I've decided what I want us to do tonight.'

'Umm,' Paul gulped.

'Don't panic,' the boy grinned, 'I'm not telling you to do anything I
wouldn't do myself.'

'and that's supposed to reassure me?'

'Don't be such a jessy, I just want you to play a game with us.'

'Is that all,' Paul visibly relaxed.

'and...' the boy continued.

'there's always an and,' he groaned, 'go on.'

'No pretences; we just have to wear our sexiest pants when we're playing
it.'

Paul looked confused, 'what game did you have in mind?'

'The one you mentioned this morning, the digestive biscuit game.'

'Oh, right, now I get you,' Paul said, seemingly reassured.

'Eh?' I interjected, 'would someone care to explain.'

'Ewan here obviously knows what I was talking about,' Paul explained, 'it's
very simple to play.'

'Go on,' I said.

'It's a wanking game,' Paul continued, 'the players all have a wank
together, and when each one comes, they do it onto a digestive biscuit, the
last one who comes has to eat the biscuit.

'Is that it?' I asked, 'doesn't seem like much of a game to me.'

'I don't know, it sounded sexy to me. I've always wanted to try it, since I
read about it in a mag,' Ewan said, 'and since I've won myself a slave I
thought it would be fun.'

'Ah well,' Paul said, 'I gave you my word, and I've always thought it would
be a turn on too. How about you?' he asked me directly.

'I'm in,' I shrugged, 'nothing ventured, nothing gained.'

'Come on then, let's do it,' Ewan said, 'everybody go and get changed, and
I'll get the biscuits out.'

We trouped down to our end of the boat, leaving Paul alone in the cabin,
'that was a bit cheeky,' I said, once we were out of his earshot.

'What do you mean?' my beautiful boy asked, a naughty smile on his red
lips.

'Just as well Paul is the sort of character who can't refuse a dare.'

'Yeah, I know,' he grinned, 'shall we wear our g-strings?'

'Why not, although I think your stolen panties are really sexy.'

'Yeah, but they're soaking wet, and Paul has seen them before.'

'True, ok then.' We stripped naked, and I rootled in the pile of discarded
clothes until I found my g-string, and then Ewans. 'Oh bum,' I said, waving
a garment, 'here's Pauls' new string, I'd better give it to him.' I put on
my semi- transparent white string, and went down to Pauls' end of the boat,
'here it is,' I announced, pushing into the cabin. Paul was standing there
naked, his clothes strewn all around him.

'Oh, thanks,' he grinned, 'I wondered where it was.' He swiftly pulled on
his new g-string; the rust coloured mesh fabric both enhanced and improved
the look of his splendid package. 'How do I look?' he twirled round,
thrusting his hips towards me; my cock jumped in my pants at the sight of
him.

'Looking good,' I said, dry mouthed. Ewan pressed through the doors behind
me, holding a plate with a couple of biscuits on it, and I saw his eyes
widen when he caught his first sight of Paul. The reaction was mutual; as
soon as Paul set eyes on Ewans pink g-string, its skimpy fabric already
extended by the beginnings of his tumescence, there were definite stirring
signs in his pants.

'Are we ready then?' the boy asked, putting his cargo down on the table.

'Yup,' Paul answered, 'how do we do this?'

'We all sit down on the bench then I'll lead us from there.'

'Shall I do something about the lights?' Paul asked. He had a point; the
boat was mostly lit by fluorescent fittings, which gave a curious sterile
light and an annoying high-pitched whistle. 'We're not allowed candles, but
there are a couple of hurricane lamps.'

'Good idea,' I said, 'nothing like a bit of atmosphere.' Paul lit the
hurricane lamps and we turned off the other lights, the yellow light of the
paraffin lamps cast a golden glow on our skins, giving us all an almost
mythical appearance.  Ewan indicated that I should sit down in the middle,
in between the two boys. Paul threw himself down and leaned back, the naked
flesh of his bum making an obscene farting noise on the vinyl seat
covering. Once we'd all stopped giggling, Ewan addressed me; 'right, it's
your task to get us both turned on.'

'Oh, ok, that could be a bit of a mission,' I said, and settled back,
taking care not to contribute to the silly noises. I stretched both my
hands out, and softly made contact with their warm thighs. With my
fingertips I traced a slow and subtle route up their supple limbs until I
reached the point where the cords of the boys' strings transected their
firm flesh.

Stealthily my fingers travelled along the cords until they encountered the
soft fabric of their pouches, I dallied along the waistband, pausing for a
moment or two to enjoy stroking the sensitive skin of their bellies. When I
finally allowed my fingers to slide down over the silky fabric and to come
to rest on both their cocks, I heard both boys take in a soft breath. I
waited, relishing the sensation of touching their still only semi-hard
cocks.

Eventually, after I had made them wait for as long as I thought I could get
away with, I began to use the middle finger of each hand to perform a very
slow circular stroking motion on their sensitive cock heads. The effect was
pretty close to instantaneous, and I could feel their erections building up
under my hands. My own cock had grown hard as soon as I started feeling the
two boys, and my rigid column was holding the elastic fabric of my string
away from my body. I became aware of a tentative hand exploring along the
inside of my thigh and beginning to stroke my erection through the sheer
material of my string, a minute later, and that hand was joined by one from
the other side, slipping boldly in through the gaping leg hole to attack my
balls directly.

Imagine the scene; three boys, naked but for minimal underwear, seated all
in a row, the boy in the middle (yours truly) with a hand grasping the
erect cocks of the boys on either side, and with both the other boys
playing with mine, an altogether satisfying situation to be in. Once we'd
established that we were all stiff, I moved things on a little, and slid my
hands down under the waistband of each boys pants and took hold of their
cocks directly.

The sensation of wanking the two boys simultaneously was enhanced by
feeling of their hands skilfully doing the same for me, and I was conscious
that I could so easily just come straight away. That they too were heading
in the same direction was evident from their flushed faces. I didn't think
this was quite right, after all, this was supposed to be a wanking
competition, so, reluctantly I let go of their hot and sticky cocks and
gently lifted their hands from my crotch.  'Ok,' I said, 'I think I've
performed my duty, it's every man for himself from now on.'

'Yep,' said Paul, taking hold of his cock with easy familiarity.

'How about we tell each other stories?' Ewan suggested.

'What d'you mean?' Paul asked.

'Like, what's the sexiest thing that you've ever done, or had done to you?
I'll start if you like?'

'Cool, why not,' Paul agreed, his hand in his pants sliding along the
length of his erection.

Ewan leaned back into the corner, lifted one leg up onto the bench, flipped
his g-string to one side and gripping his cock firmly began; 'One of the
best things that ever happened to me, and I'll not mention any names, was
going shopping on a bus.'

'That's crap,' Paul interrupted, 'we've all done that.'

'Ah, but did you get a blow job, and then get wanked off in the back seat?'

'No, on a bus!' Paul was wide-eyed and full of admiration.

'Yeah, it was the best thing ever, especially because there were some other
people on the bus.'

'God, I remember getting felt up on the back seat of a minibus in the
lakes,' Paul reminisced, as he pulled his pants to one side and took his
cock out, 'I had such a huge stiffy when we got out, the teachers must have
noticed.'

I was beginning to get a bit concerned, since both boys had referred to
incidents involving me, ah well, not such a bad thing really, 'What was
your best moment then Paul?' I asked.

'I don't know really, I've had so many, maybe when I fell in that muddy
pond in the Lake District, I was dirty and cold, and after I'd been washed
clean I had the most wonderful sex. What about you, what was your sexiest
time?' he asked me.

I too uncovered my cock before I answered him; 'Hmm, maybe it was the first
time I ever had someone modelling for me, the knowledge that I was
uncovering someone who was getting very turned on by showing off his body
for the first time did a lot for me.'

We all wanked steadily along as we told our stories, I think this might
have been the first time that Paul had ever expressed a view that our sex
play might have meant a little more to him than the sort of casual wanking
exercise that he'd always claimed it was. I looked around me, and suddenly
decided that perhaps this wasn't such a bad situation, Paul might have some
weird ideas about our relationship, but he'd come a long way from the
sexist homophobe that he still professed to be. Granted he hadn't ever
touched any other boy sexually, but he'd got pretty close to it with Ewan,
and he was evidently very turned on by my intimacy with my lover.

My musings were interrupted by Paul, 'I think I'm nearly there,' he
grunted, and in the lamplight it was hard to tell, but his erect column was
very hard and red in his hand. I passed the plate over to his end of the
bench, and he leaned forward pointing his cock at the unsuspecting
biscuits. I had watched Paul come on many occasions, but this was in many
ways special, both Ewan and I gazed in fascination as fierce jets of spunk
sprayed from his dick and splashed over the digestives. The flow stopped as
abruptly as it had started, and, shaking the last few drops off, Paul
slumped back, not bothering to tuck his hardness away.  I picked the plate
up, and put it between the two of us, 'ok, come on, it's our race now.' I
don't know about Ewan, but I had found the whole game quite a turn-on, and
I was very near to coming. I looked across at the younger boy and he was
looking pretty close too, his long and slender cock hot and heavy in his
hand. We both aimed our dicks at the plate, and whilst watching each
other's faces, we speeded up our wanking. With an inevitability that was
almost poetic we both came together, the ropes and gobbets of our jizz
spraying onto the biscuits and mingling together. For me it wasn't a
shattering orgasm like the one I had experienced earlier that day, but it
was very satisfying and I always felt good when we came together. We
squeezed the last few drops of spunk onto the plate, and then sat back, our
wet cocks cooling in the air.

'Right,' Paul said smugly, 'I guess I won that one.'

'One day you will realise that coming first isn't always the best,' I
replied tartly, 'so, you were watching, who do you think came last?'

'I dunno,' he shrugged, 'looked like a dead heat to me.'

'That's what I thought,' Ewan chimed in, 'we'll just have to share.' He
picked up the plate; the biscuits were swimming in our mingled spunk, and
scooped as much of our jizz onto one of the digestives as he could. He
lifted the biscuit and offered it to me, I carefully bit half of it, and he
equally gravely engulfed his half. The salty flavour of our sperm mixed
surprisingly well with that of the sweet biscuit, although I can see that
it might only have a limited appeal.

Paul looked on with a mixture of horror and admiration as Ewan scooped up
the last few dribbles of our come and licked it off his fingers; 'you like
that don't you?'

'Mmm,' Ewan replied, sucking on his fingers, 'I could eat it all day.'

'I doubt you'll get a better opportunity than you've had here,' I added.

'True, perhaps we should try and do this again?' Ewan asked.

'Maybe, if the pants people like our pics, we can do another modelling
session,' Paul said.

'I'd like that,' the younger boy said, smiling.

Paul yawned prodigiously, and said; 'I don't know about you guys, but I'm
about ready for my bed, I'll just finish my beer and then I'll hit the
sack.'  'Yeah,' I agreed, 'let's get to bed.' Ewan and I stood up, tucking
our somewhat diminished cocks back into our pants, I grabbed our the
half-empty beer bottles and Ewan picked up the plate, 'Goodnight then,' I
said, 'see you in the morning.'

'Yeah, goodnight,' he said.

We walked along the boat, leaving the plate in the galley en-route; 'I'm
not quite ready to sleep yet,' I said, 'shall we go and sit on the front of
the boat while we finish our beers?'

'Yes let's,' Ewan smiled, holding out his hand to me. We went through to
the prow of the boat, where we perched side by side on the side of the
boat; the metal no longer heated by the sun was cold on the naked flesh of
our butts. I put my arm round his shoulder, he leaned against my body, and
in a companionable silence disturbed only by the distant sound of the
radio, we sucked on our beers.  The towpath was as deserted as ever, the
other boat was silent and dark, people tend to go to bed quite early on the
canals. We sat still, looking up at the stars in a sky unpolluted by street
lighting. After a little while, the silence was punctuated by the
appearance of the elderly dog that we had seen the night before, a couple
of minutes later it's owners ambled past, we wished them a cheery good
evening as they clocked us. What they made of two cuddling boys, naked but
for rather stained and crumpled g-strings I have no idea, it's quite
possible they didn't notice, the moon was behind the trees and the lamp on
the road bridge seemed to contribute to the gloom.

We watched them make their way along the towpath, back to the cottage; 'I
wonder if those were her knickers?' I mused as they disappeared from view.

'Nah, she was way too old,' Ewan spluttered, 'anyway, I think we should get
to bed, and I'm not standing for any nonsense about separate beds after
what we did today.'

'No, that's cool, although I still don't think Paul realises that we are
lovers.'  We went below, and snuggled together in my sleeping bag, it was a
matter of seconds before I heard the even sound of Ewans soft breathing,
and I realised that he was already fast asleep. I hugged him gently, and
kissed the back of his neck, he didn't stir. I fell asleep replaying the
events of the day in my mind, it had certainly been eventful and left me
plenty to think about. We had one more morning on the boat, and then it
would be back to the humdrum reality of school.  Ah well, best to seize the
moment I suppose.

To be continued...