Date: Thu, 27 Oct 2011 20:04:34 +0100 (BST)
From: Andrew Foote <footea81@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Boy on the Towpath (11)

BOY ON THE TOWPATH

Chapter XI

Whilst this chapter does not contain references to any sexual activity, it
is sensual and mildly erotic. If due to the laws of your country of
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"It's Châteaux Saint Emmilion you little heathen! It's bloody expensive as
well so don't go silly with it whether or not you like it!"

Guffaws of laughter from the shower room, "Yeah, yeah, yaada yaada yaada!
You sound as if you're my dad already?!"

I suppressed a giggle myself, pleased to hear his laughter again.

"Well it won't be long now before I can put you over my knee and give you a
damn good smack!"

"Ooooo! Promises promises! Only if you kiss it better afterwards!"

You know sometimes you get a really warm feeling inside that could easily
make you cry? Well this was one of them except without the tears.  He
seemed back to his old self and yes, I could have kissed him... anywhere
just at that moment!

"And don't go using all the hot water either! I want a shower as well
remember?"

"But I've got to make myself beautiful and smell nice for you?"

God! I was getting a stiffy just thinking about it! Those lighter moments,
rare these last few days, were having an un-nerving effect on me!  I told
myself to settle down!

Minutes later Tom reappeared wearing nothing but a smile!

"Damn it Tom you're so bloody gorgeous! Just get some clothes on for pities
sake?"

"Yes `Daddy!'"

"Cut it out before I drink the whole bottle!"

*****


My turn to shower and fortunately for Tom, he'd left enough hot water to do
the job.  I'd only drank about half a glass but when I returned Tom was
spread-eagled on the couch and there was only a dribble left in the bottle.
I panicked!

"FUCK TOM! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!!!!"

He threw himself at me and held on for dear life!

"Just a joke? Don't get mad I just decanted it! I've not had any of it!
Honest!"

"You little sod! I'll get you for this!"

I grabbed hold of him and tickled his ribs but he managed to wriggle away
but as he did so I took hold of his ankles and set to work on his little
feet!  He went ape!

"Oh no! Not that!!  Oh PLEASE DON'T!!"

I relented after just a few more moments of torturing him!

"You scared the crap out of me you little..."

"Toad?"

"Yes! Toad but I was thinking of something much worse! Go and bring the
wine back and fetch yourself a glass. We've got to get a decent night's
sleep. Big day tomorrow."

*****


Obviously having never been a `Dad' myself, I was surprised to find out
just how resilient kids can be.  We sat at the table with our drinks and
nibbles with Tom showing no signs of distress or upset. It was me who was
suffering from gut wrench.  Proud isn't really the word I would use to
describe how I felt at the time. Pleased for him perhaps? Admiration
probably but this I did know. My love for him had gone up another
level. Yes I fancied him like fuck but behind my lust was a very pure love
that, no matter how he turned out, gay or otherwise, I knew that I'd found
what I'd been searching for all these years. Someone I could give my all to
without reserve.  I wanted to hug him and never let go. I also wanted him
to grow up into a rounded individual and teach him all the joys that life
has on offer. I wanted him... Oh dear God! I wanted him so much!

Banishing those thoughts from my mind I suggested a quick game of crib.

"What will we play for Stu?"

"What do you want?"

"Strip crib! Every ten points each of us loose by, we take something off!"

"You're seriously strange! Why do you want to do that?"

"'Cos I'm better than you and I like looking at you with no clothes on,
that's why!"

DOWN BOY!!

"You've seen it all before so what's the big deal now?"

"It's a tease! Little bit by little bit!"

"What if I beat you? Yuk!! See you starkers?"

"Liar! We both know Stu, don't we? I mean we both want to... You know?"

I closed my eyes and slowly shook my head.  The little toe rag had me right
where he wanted me.  Just snuck up on me like a professional chess player
thinking five moves ahead, he'd boxed me into a corner from which there was
no escape.

"Come here. Come and give me a cuddle.  You know something? Yes I'd sell my
soul to the Devil to make love to you but it isn't going to happen anytime
soon. Do you get that?  You are ripping me apart here, the one part of me
says `yes go for it' but the better side says `no just wait a while and see
how things go'.  I'm going with the better side and that's it. Okay?"

"I know. Is that `just wait a while' then?"

"Yes. Until I'm sure that is really what you want. Then? We'll have to see
won't we!"

"Thanks Stu. I love you."

"Oh Tom? If only you knew mate!"


*****


We never did play crib!

We just sat together and talked... and talked and once the bottle was empty
we headed for bed.

Once again Tom spooned into me but this time there was a distinct lump
pushing into me which I made a conscious effort to ignore! It didn't help
me much though as once I was sure he was asleep proper, I went to the
shower room and gave the monkey a good old slap!

Then suitably relieved, sleep perfect sleep!