Date: Wed, 20 Jun 2012 02:54:00 +0100
From: nevermindwhoiam@hushmail.com
Subject: The World Can Turn Upside Down! Part2 In the Cold grey light of Dawn

The World Can Turn Upside Down!

Part 2 In the Cold grey light of Dawn

This is a work of fiction, any similarity with places, people and events in
the real world is coincidence. If you are not old enough to read this then
why the hell are you still here? Remember, this is fiction, not real, I do
not condone the sexual abuse of minors, do not go out and try anything you
read here in the real world. All actors in this tale were over 18 at the
time of printing! Please keep your comments coming.

"You can't change who or what you are, all you can do is change the way you
deal with it!"


- Denis H. 1920 to 2000.

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From part 1:

"No, don't leave me" I begged and I turned and grabbed his dripping cock
and took it in my mouth, he tried to pull away but I simply bit down just
hard enough to stop him. Once I had cleaned his dick I pulled him onto the
bed, and we both fell asleep in seconds, the gentle rocking of the boat and
the lapping of the wavelets like a lullaby and a cradle.

Part 2, In The Cold Grey Light of Dawn

I awoke early, the sound of splashing ducks outside triggering my need to
pee, the lapping of the water against the boat, and the gentle rocking
making it even worse! I climbed over Douglas without waking him and went to
the toilet.

"What was the name Douglas used for it? Oh that's right, Heads. Funny name,
though he could use MY head to pee into any time he wanted" I said,
thinking out loud.

"Is that a promise my little 'Geile Knabe'?" Douglas asked, making me jump
and pee all over the floor.

"Argh, you made me jump, I thought you were still sleeping" I said, hitting
him playfully in the ribs as I dropped to my knees and opened my mouth.

"Well I was sleeping but I heard someone asking why it was called the
heads, and then it sounded like we had sprung a leak and the water was
splashing in faster than on the Titanic!" he laughed.

"Did I really say that out loud?" I asked, "You sure did, it seems to be a
habit of yours" came the reply followed by "Unless you want this vile load
of alcohol fuelled piss to make you very sick I suggest you move to one
side and let me empty my bladder"

"Why do you say it seems to be a habit?" I asked worried, thinking I had
talked in my sleep like I used to when Erich first started to make me do
stuff, as I moved to one side and watched that tasty fire hose unload what
seemed like gallons of dark yellow piss into the loo.

"Well, last night in the restaurant, one quite tipsy young man said out
loud "I wish it was my cock you were kissing again" to the waiter when he
apologised for tipping the cake all over your lap!"

My face went crimson and I thought I was going to cry.

"You do know that he did it on purpose to cover the cum stains in your
trousers don't you?"

"Oh my God!" I swore, and flinched, expecting a slap for blaspheming. The
tears that had been brimming started to fall like a waterfall as it all
came flooding back, Erich's quick hand which would slap me at a moment's
notice, the way he would humiliate me and do stuff to me whether I wanted
or not, and worst of all the news about my parents, "Is it true what you
said, are my prntsnstrllyddd?" the last words were lost as I buried my now
sobbing face into his chest.

He hugged me tight and soothed, "Just let it all come out baby, just let it
all come out" He picked me up and carried me to the lounge where he sat,
still hugging me as my frame threatened to shake itself to pieces with the
violent sobs.

After an eternity my sobbing died down, and there was just the occasional
sniffle. Douglas rubbed my back all the time, whispering that it will all
be OK, and hugging me tight.

Just as it had quickly started, so I suddenly snapped out of it, managed a
weak smile and said, "Please may I have some breakfast?"

"Of course meine geile knabe, what would you like?"

"Geile Knabe? that's what you called your boat isn't it?" I asked, "Why do
you keep calling me that, is it Scotch?"

Douglas laughed, and infectious, happy, everything is going to be OK type
laugh.

"Well" he chuckled, "it's not scotch, because that is Whisky, and nor is it
Scottish, which is what I think you meant?"

"Yes but what is it?" I continued impatiently.

"It's German for sexy boy!" he revealed, "Which is what I think you are, a
very sexy boy!"

"Why would you call a boat 'Sexy Boy' then?" I asked, "Don't people get mad
at you for saying that?"

"No," he continued, "most people don't understand it, it's just a name to
them. I used to be in the Royal Navy and served as Naval Attaché to the
British Embassy in Bonn. While there I met a wonderful Dutch girl,"

"I thought Bonn was in Germany" I interrupted, then flinched as I expected
a slap for interrupting.

"Well `meine ungedueldige knabe', if you would let me finish, Bonn is close
to the border of Germany and Holland, and I used to go to a Nudist campsite
just over the Dutch border, where I met Swaantje, "My Little Swan". I was
worried because people were starting to talk that a "good looking" man like
myself should not be single. Back then it was against the law to be
Homosexual, and I thought it might be good for me to marry."

"But which was it Dutch or Holland?" I asked confused.

Douglas roared with laughter again, making me grin too, "Well it's the same
thing, A Dutch person comes from Holland, complicated eh? Anyway what would
you like to eat? or we'll still be moored here tomorrow!"

"Please may I have toast and a coffee?" I asked, "Your wish is my command"
he responded, saluting.

Soon the galley was filled with a wonderful smell of fresh coffee, and
fresh toast. The sun was shinning and Douglas took our food and coffee out
to the front porch area of the boat, where after he removed the side covers
we sat and had breakfast.

"Mmmm can we have breakfast in the porch every day?" I asked.

"Arrrgh ye landlubber, it be no porch it be a Cratch" he said while hopping
round like Long John Silver, making me burst out laughing and spill my
coffee everywhere. I lifted my arm to protect myself, while cringing back,
thinking he was going to hit me for spilling the coffee.

Douglas looked at me, "GK, what on earth is wrong with you?" he asked.

I didn't read his tone right and thought that the well deserved beating was
about to start I turned and undid my trousers, bending over the side of the
boat, biting my lip so I would not cry out and "earn" extra strokes.

Suddenly Douglas roared like a mad bull, "I'll kill the filthy fucker," he
grabbed me and pulled my trousers back up, almost crushing the wind from my
lungs. "would he have hit you for spilling the coffee?" he hissed. His
whole manner was frightening me but I managed to croak out "he would have
beaten me on my bare ass with that belt of his, and then fucked me,
sometimes he would tie me up and call his filthy drinking mates round to
fuck me. It was not too bad, and after all I did deserve it!"

"Oh my god," he wailed, falling to his knees, "what sort of a bastard have
I been calling my friend?" Then he took his coffee and tipped it out, and
then threw the mug onto the deck and smashed it..... "There, who is going
to spank me for that then?" he laughed, turning to the side of the boat and
dropped his shorts, "well come on then, I need to be spanked for what I
did" he laughed. Just at this moment a pair of old ladies walked past with
a little dog with a ribbon in its hair.

The woman with the dog let out a scream and both ran off.

Douglas and I fell to the floor laughing as he pulled up his shorts. "Come
on we need to get underway before I get arrested for indecent exposure!"

"First a very quick lesson on Narrow boat terms;" he said, "this end of the
boat is called the ."

"Bow" I interrupted, with a cheeky grin. "The back is the Stern, sometimes
called the blunt end" I laughed.

"When standing at the stern facing forward the left is called the port, the
right is starboard, oh and the porch is called a scratch"

"Almost" he smiled, "Cratch, not scratch. Quite the little sailor aren't
you? I shall have to buy you one of those sailors suits like little boys
wear at weddings if this goes on!" he teased, and I stuck my tongue out in
reply.

"Now jokes aside, whenever we are moving on the water, or you are outside
the cabin, but on the boat you WILL wear a life jacket, this is not
negotiable. Before you protest I know that you can swim, how well I hope to
see later, but if you get a bang on the head, you can't swim and will
drown."

"OK" I agreed, "we have to wear a life jacket when we go sailing with the
scouts, even if we don't wear anything else sometimes!"

Douglas raised his eyebrows but said "I won't ask"

Then pointing to the front of the boat, "OK come to the stern with me"

I set off towards the stern and called over my shoulder, "you won't catch
me out that easy"

"OK this is about Geile Knaben specifically, this is the engine start key,
if I ever call for you to turn off the engine, or I ever fall overboard you
turn that to cut the engine. You WILL learn to drive the boat on your own,
and then we will review the overboard rules." He glared at me to see that I
had understood, I gave him my best 'butter wouldn't melt in my mouth'
smile, and his frown turned into a smile.

"Powerful weapon that smile of yours, anyway, this is the throttle and this
the gear, this way for forwards, this way for reverse. That there is the
tiller, which is connected to the rudder, it will only steer the boat if it
is moving. In here" he said pointing to a lid on the floor, "is the weed
trap, this has to be cleaned out every day, and any time that the motor is
working too hard. NEVER put your hand in there unless the motor is off, and
the gear in neutral. If the prop is jammed up with weed it can act like a
spring, I saw a boatman cut 3 fingers off because he removed a log jammed
in there and the weed made the prop spin when the tension was gone!"

"Ouch!" I said, holding up my hand, but hiding 3 fingers.

"No laughing matter Mr Mate!"

"Aye aye Cap'n" I said and saluted!
 "OK weed box check, oh and we need to oil the prop shaft too, here I'll
show you" Douglas said as he lifted the hatch and pulled a load of weeds
out, " here this is the new menace," he added pulling a plastic bag out of
the box, "these will one day kill the whole world!"

Then he waved me over to where he was kneeling, "this is the Oiler, each
day before we start the engine we give one turn, to make sure that there is
enough grease in the bearing to seal the water out!", he pointed to it and
I turned it once.

"Now we check oil on the engine and gear box and then we can cast off"

Once the checks were complete and the engine started Douglas showed me the
map and explained that we had nearly 20 miles to go before the first lock,
but that we would stop for the night just before we got there. The engine
was warm enough and after putting on my life jacket Douglas showed me how
to coil the ropes and we pulled gently away from the bank.

"Peter, I could really use a cup of coffee, do you think you could make me
one please?" Douglas asked.

"Aye-aye Cap'n" I said and dashed in to the galley.

I made the coffee and after asking how much sugar brought out 2 steaming
mugs for us both.

"Here you are Mr Mate, there is only room for one on the deck so I'll slip
inside and do some clearing up, while I see if I can find something for you
to wear.

"Wait! I don't know what to do" I called, The tiller works just the same as
in your sailing boats, and I showed you the throttle. If we do meet any
other boats then slow down and keep well in to starboard, and all will be
fine. It's all common sense. Douglas then went below and was whistling and
banging things so i knew he was still there. After a few moments I was
driving, all on my own. I didn't realise at the time but Douglas was
watching from in the cratch to see that all was well. After about 20
minutes I saw that we were coming up to a long but narrow bridge, and there
was a bigger boat closer to the bridge coming in the opposite direction. I
shut the throttle and steered towards the tow path while giving 3 blasts on
the horn, which I remembered from watermanship classes with the scouts
means I am stopping.

Douglas came running up through the boat shouting "Don't play with the
controls and only use the horn when you are meant to" then he muttered
"Argh, it was stupid to give the lad too much responsibility straight off"
As he popped his head through the hatch, and we glided to a halt against
the bank I pointed to the boat coming through the bridge and for once it
was not me that turned bright red!  "Oh God son, sorry I should not have
shouted until I knew what was going on! Good work, and did you know the
horn signal or was it a guess?"

I quickly rattled off the main horn signals and he bowed to me "Perhaps you
should be the skipper and I'll be your crewman, I don't know all of them, I
sometimes have to look on this chart!" he pulled a plastic sheet out with
all of the signals and a lot of other useful bits on it.

The other boat passed us and the elderly couple on board waved and called
out "Thanks, at last someone who plays fair!", then as Douglas raised his
head again and gave me a hug the woman added "your son is a credit to you,
wish some of the adults on the canals would be like him!"

"Thanks" we both called in unison, and we set off again.

After an uneventful cruise we came near to a pub by the water which was
just a few hundred yards form the lock.

Under Douglas's tutelage I brought Geile Knaben along side and we moored
for the night. I hammered in 3 steel mooring pegs into the ground and tied
the boat off, as Douglas watched.

 "I really could let you run things on your own," he said " you are a
natural!"

It was a bit early to go to the pub so Douglas and I walked up to the lock,
in time to see a boat coming down. The Skipper, a nice looking gent about
60, was "solo" and Douglas called to him, "stay on board, we can do
everything for you"

We had brought GK's Windlass with us so he could show me how to use operate
the lock, now we could do it for real!  We got the boat, the 'Mary of
Tiree' through in no time and the skipper moored one spot down from us.

When we walked back to GK the skipper introduced himself as Angus, and said
"damned good crew you have there Skipper"

before Douglas could answer I said "why thank you, he's not bad, but a bit
slow at getting the dinner ready!"

Angus looked at us and then we all burst out laughing.

"Looks like you had a bit of a mud bath son " Angus said, pointing to the
chocolate cake stains on my not so white trousers. I blushed and excused
myself. I went into the bedroom and sat on the bed and wept. here I was in
the middle of nowhere with a stranger and my parents were lying on some
cold marble slab dead... the tears came on again full power and I heard
Angus ask Douglas, "was it something I said?"

Douglas then told Angus as much of the story as was needed, and said that
we needed to go into the next town to buy some new clothes for me. "Well I
can help you out, I have the spare clothes my grandson left on board last
year, nothing will fit him now, but he was your lads size." Angus said.

"That would be very kind, " Douglas said, "I really wanted to take him to
the pub, but not in those jeans, and I don't think the locals would go for
a "textile optional" approach!"

"Hmmm I guess not, but for skinny dipping this stretch of the canal is
great!"

Douglas came in to me and hugged me, "I know sport, it's not going to be
easy but it might do you good to get out for an hour or two. Angus has some
clothes from his grandson on board and he thinks they might fit you, would
you like to come and have a look?"

I dried my eyes and nodded, sniffing a bit. Douglas got a handkerchief from
a draw and told me to wipe my nose and we went over to the Mary of
Tiree. We knocked on the Cratch roof and Angus called "come in, I'm just
under the shower. There's beer and Iron Bru in the chiller" Douglas took a
bottle of beer for himself and found a glass and poured me an *Iron
Bru*. It looked a bit like Lucozade but smelt of fruity bubble-gum. I took
a sip and that started a life long love affair with the drink that the
Scots make from old girders! Angus came through to the rather untidy lounge
wearing nothing but a towel, and the sight of his fit, if old, tanned body
had me all boned up.

"OK" he said, "lets see what Iain has left in the cupboard". He pulled a
suitcase from the cupboard space under the bed, causing his towel to lift,
showing us both his rock hard cock, and completely hairless body.

"Oh sorry," he apologised, looking at the bulges in both our trousers.

Douglas looked at me and said "maybe it is a bit unfair on you, we have
seen what you have to offer, but you can't see much of us. If Peter would
like we could all stop pretending and just strip off?"

"I'm game if you guys are" said Angus, as I started to get my, by now
smelly clothes off. So there we stood, all drooling in more ways than one.

"What's the score with the young lad then?" he asked Douglas.

"As I told you earlier he has been abused by some pretty nasty pigs, but he
is hot as hell. As far as I am concerned as long as he wants it, and there
is nothing that would cause damage to him he can play whatever he
wants. Just nothing against his clear will, and nothing that he does not
initiate"

"I agree fully" said Angus, "what do you think Peter?"

I replied by sliding across the silky bed cover and taking his hot smooth
cock into my mouth.

"Well that's a pretty clear answer" Angus panted. "Slow down lad, at my age
I can only cum once a night, and I like to make it count!"

While I was slurping on Angus I indicated by hand signals that I wanted
Douglas to take me from behind again and Angus threw him a pot of Vaseline.

Douglas stopped a moment and said no wait, "I've got something better!"

He dashed out of the bedroom and from the boat, and ran naked down the
towpath to GK, and then had to run back as the keys were in his pocket,
which he was , of course not wearing! He then repeated his streak and soon
returned with a pot from the fridge.

"What's that?" I asked kneeling down to resume my feast of Angus dick,
Douglas had other ideas and turned me over so I was face up, with my head
hanging over the edge of the bed.

"This is Goose fat, much better tasting than Vaseline, should you get any
in your mouth!" Douglas explained.

"Mmmmm mmm mnnmnm bnnnb,,,,,,,mmmmmmm" I replied, to which Douglas lifted
my legs and slapped my bum.

"Don't talk with your mouth full" he jested.

We all 3 started laughing and I had to take Angus from my mouth in case I
bit him! Once we had regained our composure I returned to nursing him and
Douglas said watch this, as he slid his rod of iron into my eager hole.

Douglas made not more that 20 or 30 strokes before I had my first orgasm of
the evening, without anyone touching my cock.

"My Lord " said Angus, "I have heard of that, but never seen it happen
before. I wish I had set up my 8mm camera, that would have been one for the
records."

"nh uh" I indicated, then took his cock from my mouth and said, "no more
pictures, the last time Uncle Eric did that they were in a magazine a few
months later and some older kids at school recognised me and all fucked me
in the bike sheds at school."

Angus was mortified "Oh no, I would not have filmed without asking anyway,
but no one but myself has any of my films, I keep them all hidden here on
board!"

"Oh OK" I said, returning once more to his cock.

All this time Douglas had been working away gently at my bum but I could
tell he was getting near, so was I again so I asked Angus if he wanted to
suck me as I came. He managed to get on top and 69 me and i managed to dip
my fingers in the goose fat jar and then into his hole. I soon found his
sweet spot and the increasing moans for us all built to a crescendo of a
multiple orgasm, Angus and I swallowing each other and Douglas coating my
insides. I quickly turned and took Douglas in my mouth, licking every last
vestige of goose fat, cum and my body juices from him, while Angus
proceeded to eat me out, slurping like the soup course at an Old Folks
Home!  After we had rested a bit Angus opened the case of Iains old clothes
and started sorting through them. "There is nothing here I need to keep,
you can have all of it if you like." he told me.

I sat up to look, and quickly realised that despite Angus eating me out I
was still going to dribble quite a bit, so i excused myself and went to the
heads to empty the rest cum from me. The men sat chatting on the bed, and
when I got back I found them locked in a full blown French kiss. I
instantly boned up again, and started to rub my cock lazily. When they
eventually came up for air I had started to try the clothes on everything I
tried fitted perfectly, until i found a pair of smaller girls pink frilly
nickers. I held them up and Angus told me that they were from his
granddaughter who is 18 months younger than me.

I blushed bright red again as I asked, "please may I have them too?"

"Oho a man of many talents " Angus commented as he handed them to me, and I
struggled into them. they looked, though I say it myself, HOT on me, and I
started to leak precum yet again. Angus reached into the cupboard again and
rummaged through another case.

"You might like these too" he offered. A girls ballet dress with lots of
pink bits, as well as the tights and a top to go with it.

I tried it on, and my cock threatened to punch a hole in the
tights. Douglas whispered to me, "I think you can trust Angus, ask him if
he would like to take a photo"

I was so horney by then they could have had live TV there and i would have
agreed! "Uncle Angus," I said in a very girlie voice," please could you
take some pictures of me dancing for you?"

Angus's reply was to bone up, something he said never happed twice in one
night! He got an 8mm cine camera from the lounge, as well as a Polaroid.

"Douglas, can you do the filming please? I want to thank Uncle Angus for
these lovely clothes."

Angus quickly showed Douglas how to use both cameras and we were off. I
danced provocatively for Angus, teasing the tip of his cock with my tutu
and nibbling on his nipples while rubbing my tights encased cock against
his and causing him to shudder and moan. Without disturbing my show he
managed to switch on his radio which was playing some seductive "easy
listening" music, which I then started to strip to. All the time i was
being filmed and photographed by Douglas, who occasionally interrupted to
say "Oh Susi, could you do that again for the other camera?"

Once naked i posed a bit, hiding my cock between my legs, very difficult
when as boned up as I was, or bending over showing Angus, and then the
cameras me bum hole, and holding it open for them. Douglas could not hold
the camera and wank so he was humping the bed. I then took the goose fat
and licked some up with my tongue, then licking it onto Angus's rock solid
pole!

Then I stopped and said "damn I need a piss, I wont be long!"

Angus immediately said what I hoped he would, "no, you can piss in my
mouth". I jumped onto his thighs, and standing on them managed to get my
swollen cock into his mouth he wrapped his lips around my cock and after a
moment to concentrate I started to piss, he opened his mouth and allowed
Douglas to photograph and film it.

As soon as I was done I slid my legs apart and dropped onto his cock,
forcing it right into me in one go. I orgasmed immediately and he spooned
my cum up into my mouth, and then lent forward and dribbled the last of my
piss into my mouth from his too. While I was fucking myself on him he asked
Douglas to look in the bedside cabinet for a wooden box. In the box there
were several sets of nipple clamps along with other toys. Douglas took 2
pairs of clamps and with them crossed over each other clipped one end of
each one on Angus, and the other ends onto me, so with each upward movement
our nips were tugging at each other.

Soon Angus was nearing his climax, as I too was. I came first, just a small
dribble of watery cum but my anal contractions, set off by the orgasm set
off Angus who unloaded quite a bit into me.

Once we had both come down from our highs Douglas lay on the bed, which by
now looked more like a war zone, and had me squat over his face while he
once again ate me out. I asked Angus for his cock for me to clean, but for
some reason he became a little squeamish about me licking his cock which
was covered in mixed cum, goose fat and some brown stripes...but I still
cleaned him up really well, and when he wiped it with some tissue the
tissue came back clean!

We rested a little, and had a drink before i looked through the case to
find something to wear. Then it hit me, "Angus do you have your kilt
onboard?"

"Of course I do," he replied " full dress and everyday, why?"

"I would like us all to go to the pub in kilts, Iains old one here seems to
fit me, but what should I wear with it?" I explained. Angus sorted through
and found a ghillie shirt and a tweed jacket which, though a tiny bit too
small completed the ensemble. I had seen douglas's kilt in our bedroom so
he went to fetch it while I cleaned myself up and got dressed.

"What do you want to wear underneath the kilt?" Angus inquired, with a huge
grin.

"Nothing of course" I replied. So all dressed up in our kilts with casual
trimmings we went ashore to walk to the pub.

It was at this moment that things went wrong, very very wrong. I suddenly
felt as if I was on fire my chest became very tight and I had to fight for
every breath I got stomach cramps and became blue in colour. I felt as if I
was about to die.


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