Date: Sun, 16 Dec 2018 21:45:53 +0000
From: Jonah
Subject: Letter From America,  Chapter 5

A Letter from America

The usual disclaimers apply. No character in this story is a real person,
so if you think you spot any resemblance to anybody living or dead, you are
in error, however several characters deliberately resemble characters
created by another author.  All my characters live in England, but, if you
want to know more about their American visitors, you can visit the story A
Neglected Boy, by Jacob Lion, currently serialised by Nifty on the"Gay
Adult/Youth" site , or visit https://jacoblion.weebly.com/

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Chapter Five:  Primary colours, Oh South Kensington.

Kori did NOT swab the decks on the way back up stream.  The riverboat crew
obviously felt they could manage without press-ganging passengers.  Kori
however, would not take off his new hat.  He was pleased as Punch with
that.  I had to take his photo on board ship.  Now you'd think that would
have made Liam jealous, but not a bit of it.  This loving, sensitive little
boy hardly seems to have any vices at all.  In the meantime my two,the
little live-wire and the moody teenager, were unrecognisable.  Everything
was interesting to them and,in that, they were virtually indistinguishable
from the American boys.

FromWestminster we were back on the London Underground, this time a Circle
Line train to South Kensington.  A long tunnel leads from the Underground
Station to the Science Museum and the boys can't resist raising their
voices to echo off the walls and along the tunnel.  Neither can any of the
other children in there so many adults are pleased to get out of the
tunnel.  There are always events at the Science Museum but theboys wanted
to explore many of the fixed exhibits.  On the top floor of the museum,
many aircraft are suspended from the roof.  There are the SE5 and the
Sopwith Camel of World War one,the Spitfire and Hurricane of World War two,
Louis Bleriot's first monoplane, a V1 Flying Bomb, and many others, as well
as cockpits from large airliners and military aircraft.  Simon was
fascinated, and Liam explored with him no less eagerly. It was touching to
seemy normally obnoxious teenager take the smaller boy under his wing.
There were model ships which fascinated Kori, and we all were interested in
the machinery in the power hall, especially Jake who was intrigued by some
of the applications of equestrian power. The railway locomotives on the
ground floor interested Peter(and me, I have to say).  There was the
original "Rocket" locomotive built at Robert Stephenson's locomotive works
inNewcastle for the Liverpool and Manchester Railway, and winner of the
famous "Rainhill Trials".  Simon was apparently intrigued by how the steam
locomotives worked.  he was examining the motion underneath a locomotive
called "Cornwall" when a teenager in a grey hoody stood behind him.

"Oy Khan!" said the newcomer loudly.

Simon slowly turned round.  I sawKori and Liam move forward but Jake held
them firmly by the backs of their collars.  Liam started to struggle but
Jake pursed his lips and shook his head quickly and the struggling stopped.

"It's bad enough having to see your ugly face at school, without having to
see it here", said the other boy, "Now clear off out of my sight.  What's a
Paki want to be in a place like this for anyway?"

"I'm the same nationality as you Dorridge",said Simon quietly.

"What" shouted Dorridge,making a grab for Simon's collar, "now don't you be
Owwww!"

That was as far as he got as his right wrist was siezed by Peter and his
feet were swept from under him by Peter's left leg.

"Pete ! We're not supposed............" began Simon, but a museum helper
stepped in front of him.

"Get up you" said the man.

"He started it." grumbled Dorridge as he struggled to his feet.  Peter had
seen to it that he landed heavily.

"Oh" said the helper, "called you a Paki did he?"

"No,he was giving me funny looks" said the disgruntled youth.

"So what were you doing under that engine because that's where he was
looking." The helper turned to Simon, "Do you want me to call the police
son?  If you wanted to press charges he was trying to assault you, and
racism is a hate crime.  There are plenty of witnesses"

Simon shook his head.  The helper looked round.

"is any of you this lad's parent?" he asked, not very hopefully.  He
obviously realised that,other than Simon and Peter, all the assemblage were
White Caucasian.

"I'm his legal guardian" I volunteered.

"Do you want to press charges sir".

I shook my head.

"Simon's old enough to make decisions like that for himself", I told him.

The helper turned back to the offender.

"You're a lucky lad.  This lad is more decent than you are and, to be quite
honest, more decent than I am, because I'd have thrown the book at you.  He
doesn't want to charge you, but if you're still on the premises in five
minutes the museum will have you charged. We'd think of something to charge
you with, even if it's sporting a hair cut that ought to be illegal.  GO!"

Given how hard the helper pushed him,it was a wonder Dorridge didn't renew
his aquaintance with the floor, but he staggered a few steps and then broke
into a run. I took hold of the front of his collar.

"Mister Dorridge," I said, "from this moment on, whenever you see Simon at
school, you will give him a very wide berth because, if you do not, Simon
is too good natured to spread it around the school that you were taken down
by his kid brother .........but I'm not". I let go and the boy fled.

Kori was looking disgruntled.  In fact he looked as if he wouldn't ever be
gruntled again.His face was black as thunder.

"What did you stop us for Jake" he demanded fretfully. "We could have taken
him down".

"Don't worry Kori", said Jake, grinning, " If you'd been needed I'd have
let you both go and then joined in myself, but you weren't needed.  Peter
had it under control".

"He did, " said Simon, "but we're not supposed to use violence Pete.  They
tell us that at karate class".

"It's all right Simon, " I told him, "he made sure it was necessary first
and he didn't use more force than he had to.  I'm proud of both of you"

Simon grinned, seemingly mollified.

"Yeah!" he said, "Good job Bro".

The helper had followed young Dorridge to make sure he left, but now he
returned and handed me a card.  "If you lads are visiting the museum
again", he told us, "drop us a line, or message us via the website. We'll
make sure you get the special tour. I think you've earned it."

We thanked him and made our way back to the Underground Station(it's
another surface line so we couldn't really call it a tube).  We called in
at the food market on the way back to the flat.

Jake and Kori did the shopping, they insisted they were cooking so I had no
idea what to buy. The boys and I normally lived on what Simon or I were
comfortable with cooking.  Spagetti Bolognese, various curries, corned beef
hash, bangers and mash.  All good English cooking (well spagbol might be
stretching it a bit), but while we had learned the hard way that Americans
have prodigious appetites, we were about to dscover that they have the
cullinery skills to match.  Since our kitchen is merely a corner separated
from the living room by a counter, cooking in there tends to be a spectator
sport.  Seemingly it is the American practice to ensure a good appetite by
filling the surrounding area with tantalising aromas whilst cooking, and we
were ready for this.

Surprisingly we actually did justice to the meal that was prepared for us.
We couldn't quite eat like Americans, but we were learning.  With abit of a
fight, Peter and I managed to get to the sink to washup. Kori got there
too, but we still decided to treat this as a minor victory.  I was prepared
to put the television on for half an hour but I discovered that Kori had
challenged Simon to a monopoly contest, so we all played.  Kori didn't seem
too happy with this and I soon found out why.  I couldn't figure out how,
but I suspect Liam cheats.  I'm not sure there even IS a way to cheat at
monopoly, but that loveable little rascal was so cocksure of himself that
he just HAD to be working an angle somewhere.  Certainly the "Chance"
and"Community Chest" cards always seemed to fall in his favour, but what
the heck. It's just a game. Somebody should tell Liam that.

Bedtime came soon enough, given that we had Church in the morning.  After
our customary shower (separately of course-our shower is a curtained off
part of the bath tub and you'd struggle to get two people in there) Jake
and I were both naked when we climbed into bed.  We cuddled, for warmth
more than anything else, but that was all.  Of course we were both hard.
That was inevitable, at least in my case.  We were also pretty well
exhausted after a long day.  I woke again in the small hours.  Again there
were six in the bed, and again Kori and Simon had elected to top-tail.
There was a hand gently masturbating me, and it had to be one of the older
boys, but the top-tail arrangement made it impossible to tell which.  It
felt heavenly but it stopped abrubtly.  Obviously the masturbator was
unwilling to bring me to climax for fear of awakening me.  That was a
shame,but there was no help for it.  Kori had his back to me and he moved
so that his bare bottom was pressed against my thigh and his beautiful left
foot rested on my shoulder.  As soon as he had done this Simon threw his
right leg across Kori's legs. Now I had Simon's foot resting on my chest. I
wrapped my right arm around Kori's leg and rested my cheek against the warm
soft sole of his foot.  Thinking it doesn't get any better than this I
drifted into dreamland till morning.