Date: Wed, 10 Jul 2019 13:36:18 -0500
From: MC VT
Subject: Chalkie Adult-Youth (Revised)

Chalkie
 ©2017MCVT August 10, 2018

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The basement was a dark, cold place underneath a huge Victorian house in a
town that held a reputation for gambling, booze and bathhouses years ago.
Mostly the old house was filled with junk boarders left behind, but in that
basement sat a long workbench and lots of tools in the basement, yard
equipment hung on the walls and a wide.  In the center was an empty space
where a Model T once sat.  The first grandfather was a fixer, they said.
Nuts, bolts and oil cans, saws and files -- interesting stuff.  Of course,
I was forbidden to go there, but it smelled like dark, dusty mysterious
things.  I was curious.

Staying with my grandmother in that old house was the best.  My older
brother couldn't bully or boss me around -- he never wanted to come with
me.  Grandmother ran an old boarding house that was popular before I was
born.  Now, though, she had "the sugar."  We call it diabetes now.  Grandma
was a swollen, drowsy widow-woman in the center of a big bed -- puffy and
exhausted.  She loved me, but now she was so sick, I couldn't even get on
the bed and cuddle with her anymore. Had to be very quiet.

A German woman, Auga, kept Grandmother and occasionally they rented rooms
to tourists and temporary workers in the bathhouses during tourist season
or old friends visiting for the mineral water treatments.

My mom dropped me off at Grandma's house while she did important things.
That was alright; I could take care of myself for the most part.  Auga let
me go out to the front yard, where there was a big willow, swing on the
back porch, or pet the cocker spaniel next door.  There was a creek that
ran right behind the alley in back -- I chucked rocks to try to hit the
other bank.  If I could hear Auga call me, I wasn't too far away.  Mostly,
they let me roam where I wanted around the house and in the yard.

During one of my stays, I was out back looking for crystals.  There were a
lot around the back of the house where the rock was dug out for the house.
That's when I heard someone in the basement, shuffling around and
whistling.

I peeked in the old wooden door to the basement to see Chalkie.  Chalkie
was a railroad man that came by the house almost every year. He must have
been a nice man - Grandma and Auga kept renting to him.  They called him
"Chalkie" because he marked the rail cars as they came in the yards.  He
made notes on the sides of the cars with chalk for the guys coupling and
uncoupling the box cars or tankers.  He'd worked lots of jobs before he got
on with the Southern Pacific.

Chalkie's brown and brown hair was short-cropped sitting on top of the head
of a relatively young man compared to my grandmother.  His body was thin,
wiry and he wasn't very tall or muscular.

Chalkie nimbly used the tools and put something in a vise on the workbench,
turned to pick up another tool and continued whistling.  I leaned against
the door and it scooted along the dirt announcing my presence.  He looked
up at me then continued unscrewing a part of something.

"Are you with the police?  You spyin' on me?"  He asked without looking at
me.

I stepped inside, grinning.  How could a boy be the police?  He was
joshin'.  "I'm not spying.  Just wanted to see what you're doing."  I
approached the workbench and saw Grandmother's old toaster in pieces in
front of us.  "You're Mr. Chalkie?"

"Yep.  Room with the bay window."  He continued working.  "Aren't you
supposed to be in school?"

"No!  It's summer, we're on break.  Don't you have kids?"

"Nope.  No time for a wife, kids, with traveling so much."  He kept
tinkering.  "But I like kids - enjoyed being one."  He smiled and looked at
me.

"Where you been traveling?"  My dad had moved us around a lot, mostly in
the deep south and Appalachia, so I knew a lot of places.

"Chicago, Boston, California...  anyplace along the rails."  He told me.

"Which one's best?"  I asked.

He thought about it for a while.  "New Orleans.  You know where that is?"
He asked.

"Sorta."  I'd heard my mom talk about Mardi Gras parades -- days of sinful
partying.

"It's on the Gulf of Mexico where the Mississippi empties.  On the Gulf ya'
can't see nothing but ocean for miles.  The Gulf of Mexico is beautiful."
He paused and smiled, "Shrimp boats, tugs, all kinds of boats and ships -
lots of loading and unloading down there.  Freight coming in from all over
the world.  You ever been on a ship?"

"Nah, my mom won't let me because I can't swim.  But my brothers go out
fishing in Grandpa's flat-bottom, sometimes."

"Being out on a ship is different, very different.  I was on one.  It was
tall, I was way above the water, and the ship swayed in the currents.  Made
some people sick, but I liked it.  Put me to sleep like a baby."  He
watched my face while cut the insulation off the end of a wire.

"Yeah?"

"The boat was so big it had a kitchen and bedrooms, and a night club and a
dining room.  Just like a hotel.  It was huge - bigger than this house!"

I stood beside him.  "Whadja do on the boat?"

"Worked the supplies, bringing what people wanted from down in the hold.
Hard work, but I was younger."  He smiled and pulled an old straight-backed
chair near and sat on it.  He started glancing at me as he spoke about the
unloading, and the docks filled with boxes and bales of everything.
Chalkie even told me about the rats around the docks there.  Rats as big as
house cats...  Wow.

He grabbed me around my waist pulling me next to him and showed me how the
cranes lifted the crates from the ship and put them on the dock using his
arm by grabbing some of the screws on the workbench in front of him.

"C'mere, I'll show you what happened when the storms came."

I went to his lap.  His knees were together, he patted his thigh.

I climbed onto his lap sideways.  "Can't do that.  You'll fall down.  You
have to stand with your feet apart -- keep your balance."  He slipped my
legs on the outside of his and pulled me back against his chest with both
his strong arms - I could smell his sweat and his breath as he rubbed his
face in my hair.

He had tattoos of different names and fuzzed things and his thick arm hair
was light from working in the sun.  Arms felt like steel they were so hard,
and I could see his different muscles jump as he pulled me close.

"The boat sways in the water, so you have to keep yourself upright.  Scoot
closer, that's it." He explained how tugboats helped push the big boats
near the piers to moor, and how the barges got nudged around with their
loads.  Grabbed my hips to show me and nestled my butt into his bend.

He moved his knees back and forth swaying me on his lap.  Then he let one
leg slip low.  "Uh-oh, storm at sea!  Hold on to the railing or you'll go
overboard to the sharks!"  I grabbed his forearm and smiled.  This was fun!

His arms tipped me from one side to the next and stomped his feet making me
shake and swing to the sides.  "Break out the life boats!  Women, children
and sexy little boys first!"  That made me laugh.

His left hand covered my chest and he pressed me hard against his torso,
then his right hand opened and his splayed fingers pressed my butt against
him.  I was laughing so hard when he told me the water in the toilets was
jumping out all over the floor.  "Grab the mops, this storm's gonna be a
mess!"

Chalkie kept making swishing noises, like rough seas and really giving me a
good ride.  He kept me busy on his lap with telling me about the chaos on
board and the furniture sliding around everywhere.  He quickly slipped his
hand along my thighs and to my privates.  The other hand slipped up under
my tee shirt.

His legs still swayed, but not as wildly as he brought his imaginary boat
to calmer waters.  His middle fingers moved up my thigh and up into my
shorts.  His middle finger explored to find my penis and I felt his big
rough fingers squeeze and rub.  I think I stopped breathing.

"Sure sweet to hold a boy.  Not many on the boats or trains.  Mmmm.  How
tender -- so soft."  He rubbed gently, kissing my neck.

...

This was a time when people never discussed their privates unless they were
sick; I'd never explored my body.  Nice people didn't do that.  To be
honest, I wasn't much interested in any of that, this felt very naughty,
but a kind of a tickly-good at the same time.  Chalkie didn't hurt me, but
he was a lot more curious with his fingers in my privates than I ever was.

I told him I had to go pee.  He was touching me in my privates, and it made
me feel funny - like "zizzy" inside.

"Wait, honey."  He whispered and his hands grabbed my whole penis and balls
squeezing softly.

"You're not supposed to touch my privates."  I took a deep breath with the
feelings, my words sputtered.

"Oh.  I'm just making sure you won't drown."  He was quietly exploring and
moving his fingers, and I shifted a little, but he held me tight against
his chest, kissing my neck and hair as he sighed.

"Such a pretty boy, so sweet.  Wish I had one like you."  He kissed my neck
and rubbed me with his scruffy whiskers.  "Let's see if you're a big boy
yet."  One hand rubbed my chest and tweaked my nipples while the other hand
grabbed my package gently and started stroking.  I moaned, overwhelmed with
how good his hand felt. "Oh, yes.  Close your eyes, here comes a big wave."

He went quiet and rubbed my nipples while he found out where I liked his
right hand rubbing the best.

"Ohhh."  My eyes got big and leaned my head back.  I was mesmerized by the
feelings he made happen and jerked a breath as my first tiny orgasm shot
through me and my entire body flinched.

"Big boy, yes -- oh, yes.  Did you like that?"

I wasn't sure, I was so surprised.

His fingers weren't rough, but they tugged my eenie balls and stroked my
bird and I wiggled but I couldn't move - I could only make "nnng" sounds
while I waited for him to touch the right places again and again.

He wasn't rubbing enough.  I pushed my hips against his fingers until I
felt another tiny explosion that felt better than the first.  I stopped,
but Chalkie's fingers continued stroking.  Seemed he liked making me
tingle.  .  He didn't say anything, but breathed hard for a few moments,
still holding me against him.  His legs swayed a little more while he held
me against him.  I wanted to get off his lap, not understanding what
happened but feeling guilty, as if I'd done something bad, though I wasn't
sure what.  I jumped down, stood back and smoothed my shorts down and
looked at Chalkie, but he was smiling and opened his arms to me.

"Hug?"  He said.  "I'm glad you didn't get thrown overboard."
Automatically, I went to his arms.  Kids were expected to do these things
back then, whether we liked them or not.

"You come back and ride on my boat, and I promise I won't let those fish
bite you."  He chuckled and kissed my neck and sniffed his fingers.


Fin.

Chalkie