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Subject: Three Men In A Boat 2 (Adult/Youth) 'Three Men In A Boat (To Say Nothing Of The Dog)' is a short Victorian novel by Jerome K. Jerome which describes a boating holiday on the River Thames undertaken by three adult male friends and a dog. Very loosely it is the inspiration for this story. In the novel they hire a rowing skiff and camp overnight ashore, but my protagonists hire a live-aboard motor cruiser. The original dog was a fox terrier, but mine is a labrador (although I have unashamedly stolen the same name, Montmerency, because it suits them both). The exploits and adventures of the original trio are naïve and innocent, while mine are motivated by a shared obsession with boys -- an interest which even the dog shares! And there any similarity ends, but if you read the original it would be wise to keep in mind the social attitudes and mores of Victorian England in the late 19thC. My version is, of course, total fiction. In the fantasy world that my three men (and the dog) inhabit, such inhibiting inconveniences as HIV/AIDS and other STD's do not exist, so 'unprotected' sexual activity is not an issue. We all have fantasies that we would never dream of putting into actual practice, and would not condone in others. If anyone reading this has difficulty in separating facts and actual events from fiction and fantasy, I suggest they seek urgent professional help! My first (and only other story so far) may be found here: https://www.//gay/adult-youth/rory-pushes-his-luck/ If you can, then please donate to help Nifty continue to be a source of stimulation and entertainment. Here's the fty/donate.html Three Men In A Boat (To Say Nothing of the Dog) 2 (Adult/Youth MMMb) It was already the end of their first week, and it was obvious that they would have to abandon the original plan of getting all the way up to Oxford and back. Not that it mattered much to any of them -- they were having a great time anyway just pottering about. They had often just cruised for an hour or so during a whole day and if they came across a pub that particularly took their fancy they might just stay moored close by for a couple of nights. And, being the height of the holiday season, the locks might be very busy and they didn't really want to spend an hour in a queue of boats for their turn to pass through. And, of course, there had been the distraction of young Flash during the first couple of days! Wayne woke up early. Strong sunlight filtered through the narrow gap in the curtains of the forecabin which he had made his own. Ian and Tony were still asleep in the other double cabin which they shared -- he had overheard their activities during the night and assumed that it might be a while before they surfaced! He slipped on a pair of shorts and T-shirt and quietly crept through the narrow passageway past their door and into the main cabin where he filled the kettle and put it on the stove to boil for some tea. He poured himself a glass of orange juice from the fridge. He could hear Montmerency quietly whining from the cockpit, opened the hatch and poked his head out. The dog greeted him with a lick and a wagging tail. "OK boy, we'll go for a walk just as soon as I've had some tea". The morning was bright and clear and nothing disturbed the peace and tranquillity as he sat in the cockpit sipping his tea. He cast his mind back to a couple of days previously and those torrid sessions with the incredibly willing and sexy Flash, and just the thought of his compliant body caused his cock to harden in his shorts. He wondered if they'd have another chance to meet up with him, or any other boys for that matter, during the rest of their trip. Having finished his tea, Wayne stepped ashore onto the towpath. With Montmerency darting ahead to investigate exciting smells, Wayne wandered along the bank in the sunshine. Although not yet 7 o'clock the sun felt warm and he was content. There were no houses, or any other buildings along this particular stretch, just open fields, and there were discreet signs indicating that mooring was not allowed as it was an area designated for fishermen. Not a soul was about, or so he thought but, as he rounded a gentle bend he saw a small figure a couple of hundred yards ahead. It was a boy! As he got closer he could see that the ginger-haired lad was probably only about 11 or 12 and was preparing fishing tackle. Montmerency came to a sudden halt when he noticed the boy a few seconds after his master. He gave a little bark, then bounded towards the boy with the intention, as ever, of making a new friend. He came to a skidding stop just in time to avoid bowling the kid over. He looked startled at first but quickly realised that the soppy-looking labrador posed no threat, especially as Montmerency sat and offered his paw. The boy took it in one hand and stroked the dog's head and tickled his ears with the other. As Wayne approached the boy looked up and smiled. "He's friendly isn't he! It's OK to make friends I hope -- what's his name?" "Montmerency" replied Wayne, and yes he's very friendly!" "WOW!" exclaimed the lad, "like the dog in the book!" "You've read 'Three Men In A Boat'?" asked Wayne in surprise. "Yes, it's one of our English summer holiday projects". "My name's Wayne, what's yours?" "Albie" the boy replied, sort of like Edward Albee, the playwright, but spelt a little bit differently". "Nice name, quite unusual, and you seem to know a lot about literature". "English is my favourite subject at school". "You're quite an early bird aren't you!" Wayne observed. "I like it like this before all the people and boats start moving. I quite like being alone". "O I'm sorry" said Wayne, I didn't mean to disturb you". "No no! It's OK, really! I'm quite enjoying our chat -- and I love Montmerency". Albie had been petting the dog throughout their little talk. "Fishing's just an excuse really to get some peace and quiet. I hardly ever catch anything anyway. Can I tell you a secret?" Wayne nodded. "Sometimes I don't even bother putting bait on the hook!" Wayne laughed. "You can sit with me if you like" said the boy and he pulled his legs up over the bank and sat cross-legged. As Wayne lowered himself to the grass, Monmerency pushed his cold nose up the open leg of Albie's shorts. "HEY!" Albie yelled, "I wasn't expecting THAT!" "I'm sorry" Wayne apologised, "it's a bad habit of his -- sniffing boys' privates". "It's OK. Didn't hurt -- just a bit of a shock that's all!" Wayne told Montmerency to lie down, and he obeyed instantly, but made sure his head remained in contact with the boy's hip. And Albie didn't alter his Indian style position which allowed Wayne a clear view of inner thigh, and even a hint of white underwear. When Wayne looked back up to Albie's face the boy blushed slightly but still didn't move, and Wayne realised that he had been caught perving. As they chatted Wayne took the opportunity of sneaking a few more peeks, which he was sure Albie noticed but didn't react to. "How old are you Albie?" "I'll be 13 in a couple of months, but I'm a bit of a late developer. Most kids in my year are taller than me and have some .....". He tailed off. "Have some what Albie?" Wayne asked in a conspiratorial whisper and with a slightly wicked grin. As ginger kids are prone to do, Albie blushed big time!He looked down at his lap, embarrassed. "Sorry. I shouldn't have mentioned that" he said quietly. Wayne repeated, "Have some what Albie ?". "You know..." the boy almost whispered without making eye contact. "Tell me Albie" Wayne encouraged. Almost inaudibly Albie whispered "You know ... hair ... down there", then went silent for a few seconds before he continued "I've got some, but they're nearly invisible". Wayne reached out and brushed his fingertips along the smooth skin of Albie's inner thigh, just under the hem of his shorts. The boy jumped slightly, but made no attempt to move away or close his legs. Wayne, quite brazenly now, stared up the wide gap and noticed there was a definite swelling under the thin swatch of white underwear. "Would you like to show me Albie?" Wayne asked, still speaking very quietly. "I think you'd like to show me wouldn't you? And I'd very much like to see". Albie pushed a hand under the waistband of his shorts. Wayne watched as fingers travelled across under the fabric and appeared at the top of the exposed leg. They hooked under the edge of the underwear and pulled it aside. Wayne gasped softly as a perfect erect penis appeared along with a small tight scrotum. It was difficult to see exactly, but the delicious-looking boy cock looked to be about three-and-a-half inches long, about half-an-inch or so in diameter, very pale, with a foreskin that was partially retracted to expose just the tip of darker coloured knob. As if of their own volition, Wayne's fingers stroked upward under the shorts and touched the sensitive skin which tightly held Albie's small balls. The boy shuddered strongly and raised his hips slightly as if to increase the contact. Wayne's fingers gently grasped the rigid little shaft. Albie moaned quite loudly and his penis pulsed several times. Wayne was surprised to feel a little dampness on his fingers and realised with shock that the boy had experienced an orgasm, just from those very few touches. His hips and bum had sunk back down, and his legs straightened trapping Wayne's hand under the shorts. Wayne looked around anxiously in case they had been observed. Still no-one close by, but he knew that there would be soon. "Did that feel good Albie?" Stupid question Wayne knew! Albie nodded shyly. "Have you ever had anyone else touch you like that and make you feel so good before?" "No, but I've thought about it". "But I bet you do stuff yourself right? All boys do, and men too for that matter, so it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's a whole lot better though when someone does it for you". Although Albie's closed thighs prevented Wayne from much movement, he still had his fingers round the boy's still erect penis and gently squeezed now and then. He would have dearly loved to have taken Albie back to the privacy of the boat, but he thought that he wouldn't be quite ready for THREE men's attention yet! "As much as I love touching you there" (and he gave another little squeeze, and got a spasm in return), "I think you'd better let me have my hand back before someone sees what we're doing. They might not be as understanding of what boys like as I am". Albie parted his thighs and Wayne withdrew his hand from the boy's shorts. "Shame really that there's not somewhere more private where I could show you some more really good stuff -- and I've yet to see those famous hairs!" Albie glanced to the side and nodded towards the field. In the corner, just about 50 yards away was a dilapidated-looking shed. "I know a secret way into it" he said shyly, "and nobody could see us in there. I've sheltered from the rain in there a couple of times, and ..." "And what Albie? Do you go in there sometimes to...?" And Wayne did the universally recognised wanking mime. Albie blushed but nodded shyly. Come on then Tiger, I want to see those kırklareli escort hairs. Monmerency will guard your fishing stuff." He ordered the dog to "lie down, stay and guard". He immediately obeyed. "Lead on Macduff!" said Wayne. Albie's eyes lit up. "That's from Macbeth, although the correct quotation is 'LAY on Macduff'" "OK clever clogs. How come you know so much?!" "I've just got a good memory -- and anyway I'm brilliant!" he said cheekily. They reached the shed and Albie instructed Wayne "You just wait there by the door and I'll let you in". The boy squeezed into the narrow gap between the back of the shed and the hedge. There was a scraping sound and the door opened. "Come on in" invited the boy. "It's a bit drab in here but not as bad as it looks from outside." He re-bolted the door from the inside. There were a few wooden pallets stacked up and some old empty sacks as well as bits of unidentifiable rusty machinery. "Hmmm ,, Quite cosy!" remarked Wayne, "and it's certainly private." Albie had turned very shy again as he remembered why he had brought the man in there. He stood awkwardly as if he didn't quite know what to do with his hands. Wayne took pity on his embarrassment. "Come here handsome, and you can have a hug for being so brave". He wrapped him in his arms and whispered close to his ear, "There's absolutely nothing to worry about Albie. I just love making boys feel good, and if there's anything you're unsure about, you just say 'stop' and I stop. It's all your call. OK?" Albie nodded while Wayne held him at arms length. He stood in a shaft of sunlight which came through a gap at one end of the roof. It shone on his ginger hair and Wayne noticed for the first time that Albie's eyes were a shade that was a mixture between green and hazel. "You're a very beautiful boy you know". Albie blushed again. "Can I see the famous hairs now?" Hesitantly Albie hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his shorts. Wayne held his wrists and said quietly "No -- let me". He drew the shorts down to the boys ankles revealing a pair of white briefs. He was mesmerised as he watched the pouch at the front expand before his eyes. The situation of being undressed like this by the man was clearly turning the boy on. Wayne crouched down and lifted each foot so he could completely remove the shorts. He ran both hands up the silky skin of Albie's slim thighs until his thumbs simultaneously met below his scrotum. Albie had been holding his breath which he now released with a quiet 'whooosh'. "OK so far?" asked Wayne, and the boy nodded. He stroked one hand up to press his palm against the straining penis which was pointing straight up beneath the cotton fabric. The other palm cupped the tight scrotum. Albie sighed and pushed slightly against the hands. "I can see you like that Albie. But it would feel even better without the briefs, and I need to look for the hairs remember?" He pulled the front of the underwear out to clear Albie's so very hard and erect penis as he pulled them down. "Lift your arms Albie. I want to see you completely naked if that's OK?" Albie nodded and obliged and the T-shirt was pulled over his head. Wayne knelt again and stared. A subtle change came over Albie, Now he was naked, apart from his sandals, his shyness seemed to disappear and he even looked as if he was relishing Wayne's lustful gaze. The man thought he was perfection -- smooth and blemish-free, slim but not too skinny, his skin seemed to glow with health, and not a little expectation. The erect penis was what Wayne considered as ideal -- he was correct in his earlier estimate, about three-and-a-half inches long with a foreskin that was partially retracted by its own stiffness to expose a circle of slightly darker-coloured knob, with slightly parted and visibly damp lips at its centre. The taut skin covering the shaft seemed almost translucent with a few delicate blue veins just visible. And that tight scrotum caused Wayne to salivate as he imagined tenderly separating each closely held-together little grape-shape and sucking them into his mouth. Albie had remained perfectly still and relaxed, apart from the obvious tension in his penis which visibly pulsed slightly in time with his heartbeat, and it was obvious that, having overcome his initial reticence, now relished the man's lustful scrutiny. Not a word was spoken and Wayne indicated by a twirling finger that Albie should turn around. He did so and presented the back view to Wayne, who couldn't decide which was the better -- front or rear. The boy stood with one hip slightly cocked, and placed one hand on his hip. It was a classic homoerotic pose which caused Wayne to gasp. The bum seemed so small that Wayne reckoned he could probably encircle it with one hand. He wanted to just grab those slender hips, pull them towards him, spread the cheeks apart with his thumbs and bury his face and his tongue between them. Albie looked back over his shoulder at the man's lustful gaze and said in a throaty murmur "You really like me don't you. I can tell" Wayne was astonished. Here was a boy who, until maybe 40 minutes ago, had never been touched sexually, and had probably not allowed his body to be seen naked since he was a baby, yet was now willingly presenting it with lustful abandon. Wayne twirled his finger again and the boy turned to present his front. Wayne beckoned him closer. "Haven't examined those famous hairs yet!" He moved closer and reached out to gently push the rigid little penis a little side to side -- not easy because of its extreme stiffness. Albie shuddered slight;y at the touch. "Can you see them?" Hardly visible, even against the pale skin, was a fine smattering of soft, fine copper-coloured hairs, like gold filaments. Wayne brushed a fingertip across them. "They're beautiful", he breathed. "You can touch my penis again if you like" the boy said in a pleading tone. Wayne complied immediately by taking the stiff stalk between two fingers and thumb and Albie began to breath more rapidly. With great care Wayne retracted the foreskin to expose the entire knob, then on the upstroke watched it disappear into its sheath. With his other hand he used two fingers to stroke the silky underside of the boys tight scrotum. Albie's legs began to shake and he parted them slightly to steady himself. "I told you it was even better when someone else does it for you didn't I Albie?" The boy just grunted, too overcome with the delicious sensations to speak. His hips were now swaying back and forth in synch with Wayne's manual manipulation of his penis. He looked up and the boy's expression was one of rapture. "You really like that don't you Albie?" Again the boy just grunted. "Well, if you like that, you're REALLY going to love this. Watch Albie". And the boy was astonished to see his penis disappear between Wayne's lips, and to feel his foreskin peeled back to expose his hypersensitive knob to Wayne's expert tongue. But it didn't stop there. Wayne's lips continued to slide down to the very base of his shaft, and that tongue pressed its length up against the roof of his mouth, and Wayne's cheeks applied suction. Never in his wildest dreams could Albie have imagined such intense pleasure and, when Wayne started to move his mouth up and down the length of his cock, together with the suction and action of his maddening tongue, Rory thought he would die from the utter joy of it all. Fearing that the boy might actually collapse Wayne reached round with one hand to support Albie's bum. But he couldn't resist the urge to search into the crease with his middle finger for Albie's secret core. As soon as he found it and brushed a fingertip repeatedly over the puckered little opening Albie began to shake as if having a seizure. Wayne manouevred the boy to lie back on a sack-covered stack of pallets and, with hands behind his knees,pushed his legs back to fully expose his target. With long slow strokes he ran the flat of his tongue from the base of his spine into the top of the crease, across the quaking sphincter and pulsing periteneum to push the scrotum up and finally up the length of the boy's shaft to the knob and penetrate the opening at the point with the tip of his tongue. Then he dove down to repeat the whole procedure. Albie literally screamed at the exquisite sensations that wracked his entire crotch, and when Wayne stopped part way through the third repeat to push his tongue forcefully beyond the sphincter into Albies warm depths his body convilsed and he yelled "I'm gonna ... I'm gonna..." And Wayne straightway returned to his cock. When Albie felt Wayne's lips close round it again his hips began to thrust instinctively and urgently, forcing his cock as deep as possible with each rapidly accelerating thrust until his back arched and his body went rigid. A long guttural howl escaped his throat as his prostate and the muscles of his perineum forced strong jets of thin semen into Wayne;s throat. Long after the ejaculations ceased the convulsions continued in what was a long continuous orgasm which lasted nearly a whole minute. Even after the main event had ended Albie's body would occasionally be shaken by after-shocks. Wayne had gathered the boy's naked and trembling body into his arms He held him tightly until he managed to compose himself a little. "How was that Baby?" "That was ... that was ..." but words failed him, and he just buried his face in Wayne's chest and hugged him back. "Come on Albie," Wayne said at last, "we'd better go see if Montmerency has let anyone nick your stuff". In fact the dog was still lying beside Albies fishing gear, but fast asleep, and obviously dreaming as his body twitched occasionally. "Probably dreaming about sticking his snout into boys' crotches and bums!" joked Wayne. "Well, seems to me that he might have learned that from you!" giggled Albie. Then he said more quietly "I loved that -- you know ... what you did with your tongue." Wayne glanced down at front of the boy's shorts and noticed movement there. "You'd better think of something else for a while Tiger! There's more people about now!" "Hmmm ... anyway I'm hungry now, and I'd better get back and have some breakfast" said the boy, "but can I come and see your boat sometime?" "Of course you can. We're not planning any more on going far afield, and we've got another week But I'll have to warn my two friends that they're gonna meet a very sexy boy, and for them to be on their best behaviour, or they might just take one look at you and want to tear your clothes off and have their evil way with you!" Albie grinned and whispered "I might like that if they like doing the same stuff as you!" "O dear! I might have helped create a sex maniac!" joked Wayne. Albie gathered up his fishing gear while Wayne scribbled his mobile number on a shop receipt. "Phone me if you want a repeat performance, or maybe some new experiences", and they said their goodbyes "for now" and went their separate and opposite ways along the tow path, both thinking what an unexpected but wonderful hour or so they had spent together. "Thought you'd been kidnapped kırşehir escort or something" said Tony when Wayne arrived back at the boat. "Nah" said Ian "More likely he met and seduced some poor unsuspecting boy into allowing him to do unspeakable things to his body". Wayne grinned knowingly. "You DID?!" exclaimed Ian, realisation dawning quickly. "How come you're such a boy magnet, and when are you going to let me in on the secret?" "Montmerency helps of course", replied Wayne, "especially when he does his 'snout-in-the-crotch' trick. It helps concentrate their minds on their privates, and you can learn a lot from their reaction. It can give you a clue to what hidden tendencies they may have, which gives you an indication of what buttons to press." "So tell us about this kid, and why didn't you bring him back here to share?" demanded Tony. "That would never have worked," stated Wayne. "He's not like Flash who's had previous experience, and Albie's younger anyway, so needs a more subtle approach. Flash makes it obvious that he knows what he wants -- primarily to be fucked -- and probably started as a desperate need for attention, and affection, which he sadly lacked in his dysfunctional family. But young Albie only had a vague idea borne of equally vague fantasies and governed by his stage of physical development. You have to try to recognise which of his fantasies he might be willing to explore." "I think that's what the authorities refer to as 'grooming'!" chuckled Tony. Wayne gave them a brief, bare-bones account of his session with Albie while they idly rubbed the front of their shorts. "So you see", explained Wayne, "it was merely a case of recognising his latent exhibitionism and giving him the opportunity to act on those fantasies. Now then, why don't you two get the boat shipshape while I have a quick bowl of serial, and then we can go on a little cruise". "Aye, aye Captain!" mocked Ian. Ten minutes later Tony and Ian made ready to cast off the mooring lines, and pull out the spikes. Wayne turned the key on the control panel to the 'preheat' position until the orange light went out, as they had been taught by Peter, and turned the key to 'start'. There was a soft 'click' from under the cockpit boards beneath his feet, then .... nothing! No starter motor turning over, no diesel engine springing to life. He repeated the starting routine, but with the same result -- 'click' then nothing. "Um ... guys. I think we have a problem". Since none of the three had much mechanical knowledge, any suggestion they might have had would probably have been useless. "I guess we'd better call for assistance" said Ian, and went below to get his mobile and check the number. When he told the lady what the problem was, and where they were she said, "Well at least you're not too far away. I can get someone to come and sort you out within an hour". So Tony put the kettle on to boil and they sat in the cockpit to wait. The conversation, as was usual, quickly came round to their favourite topic -- boys, of course! The other two favoured Wayne as the acknowledged expert on all things to do with boys of different ages and stages of physical development. "Pre-pubertal boys, and those on the cusp, quite frequently have little interest in an adult man's equipment, or maybe they pretend not to have. The difference in size between an adult and their own can be quite intimidating, and once you start to give them those feelings all boys crave, and they realise how much better it is when someone does it for you, passion takes over and their minds focus on their own bodies, their own pleasure, and their approaching orgasm, whether able to produce semen or not." Ian and Tony nodded their agreement. They loved it when Wayne gave them the benefit of his greater experience. "A lad in his mid to later teens, well into puberty, usually has a different agenda. He likes to compare, to give himself reassurance that his own physical development is moving in the right direction, and if his sexual orientation is tending towards the gay end of the spectrum, he will get a buzz out of looking at male bodies. He is quite often willing to reciprocate those things you're doing to him, and maybe act out the fantasies that plague his frequent wank sessions. Take Peter for example, the lad at the marina. I'm 99% sure that he's gay, and Flash's comments about him would seem to bear that out. But he's frustrated that he can't put his feelings into practice because to do so with his peers would result in cruel ridicule and ostracisation. I've no doubt that he recognised us three as being gay and maybe interested in boys. His reaction to me touching him up a little was not to yell "PERVERT!" make and run for it and complain to the authorities. He did move away, but not very far, and I'm sure that he hoped I might do it again, AND it gave him an instant hardon, so it was pointless really to pretend that he hadn't noticed!" Earlier, following Ian's call, The owner of the marina had called out to peter that she wanted him. He left what he was doing, swabbing down the exterior of one of the boats with buckets of water and a deck scrubber, to go see what she wanted. "Just had a call from the three guys in the 32-footer. The engine won't start and they're only a couple of miles away. I really don't want to call Rob out." Rob was their mechanic and his wife had just given birth. "It's probably something simple like a flat battery." It was quite common for the ignition key to be left in the 'on' position which, if left long enough, would run the battery down. "Or it could be a loose connection somewhere. Could you go and have a look Peter? If you can't sort the problem out I'll call Rob, but I prefer not to". Peter felt very proud to be given the responsibility -- and he secretly liked the idea of meeting those guys again. "Maybe the older one might like to touch me up again" he thought guiltily, although it was probably unlikely and just his wishful thinking. While lying awake in bed at night he'd tried to relive that brief touch, the first time any guy had touched him sexually, and that comment, 'Nice', when the man had noticed his erection. He'd had a few really good cums! He loaded up the launch with a spare battery that he knew was fully charged, jump leads and some tools and set off downriver towards where the guys had said they were moored, feeling very important. The launch had the logo of the marina painted on each side, and the legend 'SUPPORT UNIT' in large red letters. But he kept scrupulously to the speed limit. He didn't want any complaints to get back to his boss that might jeopardise his knew status -- and anyway there was no need to rush, they weren't able to go anywhere! Meanwhile Wayne continued his dissertation as they waited. When Peter was about a hundred yards away from the stricken cruiser he called out "Ahoy there!" "Talk of the devil!" Wayne exclaimed. "Can you put out some fenders so we don't scrape the paint when I come alongside please". "He is SO polite!" murmured Tony, "Makes him even MORE adorable! And those cut-offs are enough to make me cum in my shorts!" Peter was indeed wearing tight denim cut-offs which moulded deliciously around his bum and package, and a T-shirt printed with the marina logo and 'SUPPORT STAFF' and his name 'Peter' in smaller lettering over his left chest. When he was securely tied alongside he looked up at Wayne, smiled broadly showing his perfect teeth and asked "Permission to come aboard please Captain". Immediately assuming the role, Wayne answered "Permission granted sailor!" and stretched out his hand to take Peter's tool box and help him aboard. As he clambered up he was acutely aware of three pairs of eyes staring lustfully at his cut-offs and, although embarrassed, he had to admit that it gave him quite a thrill. "You seem to be a man of many parts Peter. A mechanic as well!" "Well, I know which parts I'd like to see more of", murmured Tony just audibly enough for the lad to hear. Wayne glared at him as if to say "Cool it! We don't want to put him off!" Peter was all business. "First thing to do is check the battery, but I have to take the cockpit boards up to get at it and the engine. There's two batteries actually -- one for the engine and the other for the lights etc." He lifted the boards to expose the engine compartment and propped them up out of the way. "There's not going to be room for more than two of us with the boards up, but you can get in and out through the fore-hatch if you want" He knelt on the edge of the deep engine compartment and attached two clips to the battery terminals, did some adjustment to the little meter in his hand and grunted. "Battery seems OK and the terminals are tight, so it's probably a dodgy connection on the starter motor -- which is a real pain because it's really difficult to get at. Wayne shooed the other two away and suggested they put the kettle on -- he was hoping to do a little bit of preliminary investigating of how far Peter might go in a sexual direction, and it was better if he did it alone! Peter's top half emerged from the hole in the floor. He straightened up and peeled his T-shirt over his head. "It's pretty grubby down there and I don't want to get this dirty." Wayne shamelessly admired the teenage torso -- slim but with attractive muscle development. He gave a low whistle and Peter obligingly blushed again. "I so wish I could get over this blushing thing," he thought, "it probably seems SO childish!" His upper half disappeared again, leaning so far down that his denim-clad bum stuck up quite high in the air. "AHA!" he exclaimed with satisfaction. "As I suspected -- loose connection on the starter motor." "Can you fix it?" asked Wayne, while staring at Peter's protruding bum -- and, since the waistband was being pulled down at the back due to Peter's bent over position, Wayne was pretty certain that the lad wasn't wearing underwear, which he construed as a good sign! He was brought out of his reverie by Peter's somewhat muffled voice from below. "In my toolbox you'll find a socket set. I need a 13mm socket and the ratchet handle. Can you pass them to me please?" Wayne couldn't help himself. As he leaned over to pass down the tools he stroked his other hand across the indentation in the denim that corresponded with the crease between Peter's bum cheeks. Peter started slightly at the contact. "Is that Montmerency?" he asked. "No ... it's me" replied Wayne. "Don't" said Peter quietly, and not at all convincingly, but he did nothing to avoid the continued touching. In fact he opened his legs slightly, allowing Wayne's hand to slide between the tops of his thighs and stroke the back of his scrotum. "Don't" he whispered again, but pressed back gently against Wayne's exploring hand. Wayne moved his head closer to the gap and his hand further between Peter's thighs. "I don't think you really want me to stop do you Peter?" "No" the lad croaked hoarsely, "but I think it's fixed now, and I need to come up for air". As he emerged Wayne looked him over and chuckled. "It's your fault that I've kızılay escort gone all bonky!" Wayne thought that the lad's use of the rather childish expression was quite charming! "As much as I like looking at the evidence of you being bonky, that's not why I was chuckling. Take a look at your chest and shoulders". Peter realised with horror that he had dirty smudges over his chest. "Turn around." He laughed louder this time. "Your back and face aren't much better either!" "Just as well I took my shirt off then" he said. "I'm really glad you did Peter -- in more ways than one!" joked Wayne. "OK" said Peter seriously, although he was aware that his cock was still hard and bulging out the front of his shorts. Trying to sound professional and businesslike -- not easy when you're 'feeling all bonky' -- he said "Let's give it a try, but don't forget the preheat first." Wayne went through the procedure, and when he turned the key to the start position the engine sprang to life! "You're a genius young Peter!" exclaimed Wayne, and Tony and Ian poked their heads through the main hatch and they all applauded. "O no!" thought Peter, "I'm blushing AGAIN!" And then he notice them staring at the front of his cut-offs, where there was still ample evidence of his aroused state, and that made it worse! "I think you'd better have a clean up. How about a shower?" suggested Wayne. "Thanks. A good idea", and Peter went below and entered the little bathroom. The three men talked quietly among themselves, with Wayne telling the other two that he thought Peter was 'ripe for the picking'. Suddenly there was a shriek from the shower. "ARGGH! It's gone COLD!. I think you're out of gas! You need to change the cylinder". Wayne thought quickly how he might capitalise on this situation and move things forward. "None of us know how to do it -- can you help?" "I'm NAKED!" replied Peter, "and the gas locker's in the cockpit". "Just put your cut-offs back on then" suggested Wayne. "I CAN'T! They're too tight to pull up on damp skin" "Underpants then", suggested Tony. "Haven't got any" Peter said. "What a naughty boy!" observed Ian, "tell you what" he continued, "I'll lend you my dressing gown". He grabbed it from his bag and passed it through the bathroom door. Peter emerged. The garment was quite short, coming half way up his thighs. Poking his head through the hatchway and after glancing round to make sure the coast was clear, he went into the cockpit and opened the gas locker. Wayne followed, pretending that he wanted to know how to change the cylinder. Peter knelt and rummaged around for the spanner. While he changed the cylinders over he stuck his bum in the air and parted his thighs. The short dressing gown rode up and the tops of his naked thighs were exposed. He glanced over his shoulder at Wayne and asked, rather breathlessly it seemed, "Are you watching?" "Sure am Kiddo, and I really like the view". Wayne recognised something significant. Peter's position was not just an accidental invitation, this was deliberate. So Wayne wasted no time. His hand stroked under the folds and between Peter's thighs. He cupped Peter's balls into his palm causing the lad to moan quietly. "Is this what you want Peter?" he asked quietly. "Yes please" Peter croaked, and opened his thighs even wider. It was so much more intense now that Wayne's hand made contact directly with naked flesh rather than through the denim, and Peter shivered and moaned again. Wayne spoke close to Peter's ear. "Want me to feel your cock Peter?" "Yes please" he stammered breathlessly. Wayne's hand explored further between the boy's thighs until he found the stiff cock and wrapped fingers round it. Peter shuddered and rocked his hips. It was a good size -- maybe about 6 inches , and about an inch in diameter. "VERY nice!" breathed Wayne into Peter's ear. "Certainly nothing to be ashamed of". With Peter still maintaining his position Wayne continued to stroke slowly. Peter was starting to pant. "Do you watch porn on the net?" Peter nodded. "Do you like gay porn best?" He nodded again, and now he was rocking his hips more demandingly in time with Wayne's stroking hand. "What do you like watching best". Peter whispered quietly, "Sucking". "What do you like imagining doing most Peter -- doing the sucking, or being sucked?" "Both" Peter replied, his voice breaking up as Wayne continued to stroke him. "Have you ever sucked someone's cock, or had yours sucked?" Wayne continued in his quiet husky voice. "No" the boy replied, almost sobbing with lust. "Would you like me to suck your cock Peter?" "O yes please!" he breathed. "Let's go below into the cabin, and I'd love to do it for you". "What about the others?" Peter asked a bit fearfully. "They'd love to watch, and I bet they're already having fun with each other". Wayne pulled Peter up and guided him to the door to the main cabin. Tony and Ian were side by side on the starboard settee, naked, snogging and stroking each other's hard cocks. Peter hesitated for a moment before allowing Wayne to guide him down to the opposite settee. The other guys interrupted their kiss for a moment to smile at Peter and Wayne. Wayne now had access to the front of the loose dressing gown and slid his hand between the folds and gently took hold of Peter's stiff cock. The boy spread his legs and groaned with need. "It's OK - they won't mind you watching. It's better seeing it live isn't it -- rather than on video. And what do you usually do when you watch porn Peter? I bet you wank don't you?" He just nodded. "I'm going to get naked now Peter - is that OK? And then I'm going to suck you while you watch Tony and Ian". Wayne quickly stripped. His large adult cock was already erect and Peter stared at it in wonder. "Give me your hand Peter". The boy reached for Wayne's hand, which guided it to the adult's cock. "Stroke it Peter, like you've often dreamed about" and Peter obeyed. It felt so hard and hot in his palm. "Now get rid of the dressing gown Peter, and stand in the middle". Peter complied. "Now turn slowly round and round so that we can all admire you body, your beautiful bum -- and your hard cock." He really was truly beautiful. His skin was blemish-free, the muscles of his torso were beginning to develop shape and tone. As his back was revealed the cheeks of his arse were taut and the crease between them quite wide, almost enough to expose his hole while he was standing upright. But it was his cock that was the true prize. About 6 inches long and an inch in diameter, as Wayne had gauged when groping the boy, it looked more than adequate on his slim body. It was topped by a neat crescent of blond pubes, and his scrotum hung slightly loose just begging to be fondled and sucked. While Ian reclined on the opposite settee Tony knelt on the floor between his legs. Tony lowered his head and Peter watched Ian's cock disappear into Tony's mouth. "Can you imagine how that feels Peter?" Wayne asked. Peter just groaned and his right hand instinctively reached down towards his own stiff and twitching cock. "You don't have to do anything Peter. I'm going to do it all for you. Just lie back and offer me your sweet cock." Peter slid down a little and opened his legs wide. Wayne knelt on the floor between them . Peter watched his mouth open and his head lowered. He let out a wail of ecstasy as he felt lips close around his knob and the sucking begin. And as Wayne's mouth sank down along the shaft, Peter's hips rose to meet it. His whole body shook as he felt his knob swallowed into Wayne's throat. Wayne's tongue massaged up and down the length of the steely shaft and a hand came up to cup Peter's balls which pulled up tight as the tension mounted. The middle finger of Wayne's other hand sought and found the boy's sphincter and repeatedly brushed across it and Peter surrendered, allowing it to open and accept the tip, then instinctively flexing his muscles to draw it in further until it touched a part inside him that he never knew existed, but caused him to cry out as indescribable pleasure wracked his teenage body. He was on the brink and no boy could endure such a protracted build up of sexual tension without experiencing an explosive orgasm. And Peter felt his balls churn, his arse start to spasm round that invading finger while Wayne's throat swallowed around his knob, then release it, and use his tongue tip taste the juices seeping from the hole that became distended at the apex. A long high-pitched wail signalled the inevitable climax. Wayne plunged Peter's knob back into his throat just as the boy's rectum spasmed and a powerful jet of cum was forced through his cock by a mighty contraction of his perineum and prostate. More followed, one after another, and Wayne struggled to keep up with his swallowing throat. Some escaped to dribble down his chin but Peter was unaware of anything except the intense pleasure of his first orgasm at the hands and mouth of another. Tony and Ian had interrupted their activity to witness the momentous event and gathered round as Wayne took the sobbing and quivering boy into his arms. They stroked all over his naked body tenderly and, far from embarrassment, Peter felt comfort in their attention. "You OK?" Ian asked him. "That was a HELL of a cum!" observed Tony, and Peter just and nodded happily. "You'll be ready for more soon" Wayne said, "if I know anything about the recuperative power of boys your age". Peter's eyes opened wide in wonder. "You mean you'll do it again?" "Well, we might think of a few variations to make it more interesting and even more sexy for you. Would you like that Peter? Would you like all three of us to give you even greater pleasure?" Peter's still erect cock twitched as he considered the possibilities of being pleasured by three men at once. He glanced at the clock and had a moment of panic. "I've got to phone my boss! She'll be wondering what's happened to me!" "Well I wouldn't give her ALL the details if I were you!" said Tony, and they all laughed. Peter reluctantly disengaged himself from the attentions of the three men. He stood and rummaged in his shorts for his phone. She told him how proud she was that he had solved the problem, and reminded him that some new hirers would be arriving in about an hour and he had more work to do. As he stood talking on the phone the three men feasted their eyes on his naked body, and particularly on his beautiful teenage cock, with it's neat patch of dark blond pubes, and his incredible bum. When he noticed their scrutiny he turned and bent to put his feet into the legs of his shorts. Before he had a chance to pull them up, Ian brushed his hand across the cheeks and allowed a finger to dip into the crease, while Tony reached under to cup the slightly dangling scrotum, then curl his fingers round the shaft of his cock. Peter sighed. "I wish I could stay some more, but I've got work to do". "I've got an idea, said Tony. If you're not doing anything else this evening, why don't you come back and we'll have supper together, and maybe a bit more fun afterwards". Peter nodded and pulled up his cut-offs, although he had a bit of difficulty getting them past his hard cock! He found his T-shirt and fetched his tool box from the cockpit. Wayne helped him into the launch and, as he started the engine and cast off the ropes, gave them a wave and called out "See you later!" (To be continued ....)