Date: Thu, 29 Sep 2011 16:44:56 +0100 (BST)
From: Andrew Foote <footea81@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: BOY ON THE TOWPATH 2

BOY ON THE TOWPATH

(Chapter II)

Whilst graphic sexual encounters do not feature in this chapter, if the
laws of your country of residence, spiritual beliefs of customs make it
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the author.

Thomas.

(footea81@yahoo.co.uk)

An `interesting' meeting for sure but I wondered if I'd perhaps over
stretched the mark. After all I'd only had the one chat with Tom and now
I'm allowing his mother to do a full CRB check on me.

Oh sod it! I've nothing to hide so even if he gets bored with me there's no
harm done.

I must say I was vaguely disappointed that he didn't visit the following
day but I countered this by reminding myself that whilst he might just be
the only person in my life just now, I wasn't the only person in his. It's
all a case of perspective and in any event he'd brightened up my otherwise
dull life if only for a short while.

The following Wednesday my patience was rewarded.

"Hey Stu it's me! Can I come in?"

"Yeah great! Come on down!"

Tom almost fell into the boat, ran over to me and gave me a big hug.

"Hey! What did I do to deserve that?"

"Sorry. Maybe I shouldn't have but...."

"Silly sod! I've not been hugged in an age and never by someone as cute as
you. Don't ever hesitate `cos I can handle any amount of that!"

"Cool! Thanks. So you think I'm cute then!"

"Cute, fun to be around and a privilege to know. How's that."

"That's quite a lot. I'm not sure about the `cute' bit though -- it makes
me girly sort of."

"Okay point taken. You're not cute at all. Better?"

Tom scrunched up his nose.

"Well.... You're gay so coming from you I guess it's okay. I might just be
a touch pissed off if somebody else said it about me though. No you can
think I'm cute. It's sort of flattering actually!"

"Sorted! Anyway, what've you been up to?"

"Nothing much. I'm not normally allowed out during the week but my Mum made
an exception today. My aunt and uncle, you know the ones with the cruiser?
Well they came over on Sunday and so I had to stay in so to make up for it
she said it was okay for today."

"She knows you're here?"

"Yep. No problem. She's put in for this CRV thing by the way. Just thought
I'd tell you."

"That's CRB as in criminal records bureaux. It's just to satisfy her that
I'm not the sort of person to harm you in any way and that I've no previous
criminal record."

"And have you? A criminal record?"

"Shit no! A law abiding citizen all my life!"

"Thank fuck.... I mean thank heavens for that. Sorry I shouldn't swear."

"It's cool. Just not in front of your Mum! By the way. I'll be taking the
boat up to Headingly next Sunday and I just wondered if you would like to
come along for the ride? You must clear it with your Mum first in fact if
she would like to come as well then fine."

"Oh wow! I'd love to! Could I try driving it as well?"

"If you ask me nicely!"

"Like raping me" Tom giggled.

"Exactly. You have to say `please' first and `thank you' after!"

Tom fairly creased up with laughter!

"I won't tell my Mum that bit! She just might not let me come!"

"Please don't! I really want you to come with me. It wasn't some throw-away
offer.

Look here's my phone number. Call me once you and she have discussed it or
get her to call me just so as I know one way or the other."

I gave Tom my business card which he studied carefully before replying.

"Is that your email address?"

"Yes. Why d'you ask?"

"You on MSN?"

"I am but it's best not to IM me. It might get misconstrued. Do you
understand what I mean?"

"Yeah I suppose so. We get this sort of pep-talk at school. You know the
sort of thing. Good secrets and bad secrets, the one I ignore `no talking
to strangers!' Oh and what's this `grooming' shit all about?"

"Well it's when adults befriend kids and gain their trust with the
intention of having sex with them. Moulding them into that way of
thinking."

"You're not doing that to me though."

"No!"

"Oh.... Okay."

"Don't sound so disappointed!"

Poor Tom blushed ten shades of scarlet and he knew it!

"Oh bollocks! Me and my big gob!"

"It's okay! I was only joking. How about we go for a walk?"

We left the boat and set off up the towpath towards the bridge that the
engineers were rebuilding.

To my untrained eyes it looked for all the world like it was finished but
the stop boards were still in place were they'd drained a short section of
the canal.

Boys will be boys and Tom intended to walk along the canal bottom and
before I could caution him against this, he took a running jump off the
towpath into eight inches of wet silt, promptly slipped over and attempting
to get back up slipped again plastering himself in black smelly mud.

I reached out and grabbed his hand and hauled him out.

He looked in disbelief at his mud caked clothes and promptly burst into
tears.

"My mum will kill me! Oh God Stu! She'll never let me come on your boat
ever again! Just look at me!"

I held him close muddying up my own clothes in the process.

It never occurred to me that maybe I shouldn't be doing this. I just
couldn't bear to see him crying.

"It'll be okay I promise. Your Mum only need know what she needs to know
and that won't be very much. Let's go back and get you cleaned up."

We retraced out steps back to the boat. Tom was still sobbing and I
suddenly realised just how vulnerable he actually was.

Despite his near adult conversation he was still a kid inside and my heart
went out to him.

"Okay Tom, loose the clothes and get yourself in the shower and when you're
done I don't expect to see not one bit of mud anywhere okay?"

My jeans and sweatshirt were a bit of a mess so I stripped out of them and
put them in the washing machine along with all of Toms gear and set the
machine to run a eighty degree cycle with prewash.

Then I set about cleaning off his trainers. Shit what a state!

By the time I heard the shower pump switch off I had managed to do a
passable job on them and hopefully slightly soiled trainers would be all
his Mum would see as evidence of his accident.

I had been so immersed in my duties that I hadn't prepared myself for what
came next.

Tom exited the shower room naked bar a hand towel to save his modesty.

"Well? How do I look?"

"Oh so fucking gorgeous!"

Tom smiled.

"How did I know you would say something like that? First I'm cute and now
gorgeous. I'm having a good day!"

"Here. Let me find you a bath towel."

"No it's okay. I'll just go and sit by the stove. You've got enough washing
to do without having to do a bath towel as well."

He must have seen me looking at him as he went to sit down as he wiggled
his bare bum at me and giggled "dirty old sod!"

"Less of the old if you don't mind!"

I made us both some tea and cracked open a packet of chocolate biscuits and
took them over to where he was sitting on the couch.

I never in my wildest dreams did I think I would say this but he was truly
beautiful. Slender frame but not skinny. Flawless skin even pretty feet.

I was fighting an erection and fortunately for me, doing a half decent job
of it!

"Are you going to stare at me for the rest of the afternoon or are you
going to sit down?"

"I'm sorry but...."

"But what?"

"Never mind. Just `but' will do for now! Want to watch TV?"

"Yes please. Err.... You know after you pulled me out of the mud?"

"Yes?"

"You cuddled me because I was crying."

"Yes I did. And?"

"It was nice is all. I felt safe and wanted. I've never felt like that
before."

"That's because you are safe here and wanted and before you come out with
some cheeky comment, for all the right reasons."

"I wasn't going to be cheeky, honest. I just wanted to ask you, could
you....I mean would you.... Cuddle me again? Like now?"

It was far and away against my better judgement but I couldn't refuse him
anything at that point.

I pulled him towards me and wrapped my arms around his chest, his back
against my chest.

He turned and looked up at me -- smiling.

"Thank you Stu. This is heaven."

The odd thing was I didn't feel in the slightest aroused. There was nothing
sexual in what we were doing and this despite Tom being nine parts naked
and me wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. It just felt so very `right'
somehow.

As for Tom? Well he was asleep five minutes later. That is what I call
trust with a capital `T'.

The TV remote was on the table, way out of my reach and so I had to endure
one and a half hours of `Strictly Come Dancing' the worst form or torture
known to mankind but I can honestly say I could have watched back-to-back
episodes for the rest of my days so long as I could remain in the right
here and now.

By the time the wash load was done and dried my legs had gone to sleep but
I didn't care. I was cuddling this boy-made-of-satin and I seriously didn't
want it to end but time was marching on.

I lent down and kissed the top of Tom's head.

"Time to wake up Tom."

He stirred and muttered something gibberish then stretched full length on
top of me.

In doing so the pathetic excuse for a towel dropped to the floor rendering
the poor kid totally naked.

Puberty obviously hadn't taken hold as there wasn't a hair in site. A
beautiful uncut three inch dick and balls that were tight up to his body.

Tom suddenly realised his predicament and blushed furiously!

"Oh God! I'm sorry Stu?"

"What's to be sorry about! Seen it all before. I was your age once
remember? Hop off and I'll pick the towel up for you."

"No point really is there. You've seen it all now" he quipped, "Nothing
much to write home about after all!"

"You're wrong actually. You're pretty well equipped for a lad of your age I
promise you, you've nothing to be ashamed of it that department or anywhere
else for that matter."

"Really? Do you mean that?"

"I would never lie to you. You are one hundred per cent and if there were
such a thing as one hundred and ten per cent you would qualify."

"Cool! Thanks!"

"Let's go see how the clothes have come out."

It was as if he'd been used to being around me starkers all his life. No
inhibitions whatsoever as he walked down the boat in front of me.

I couldn't resist giving him a wolf-whistle!

"Pervert!" he giggled.

"Damn straight!" I replied

His clothes looked to be fine which came as a relief to us both so once he
was dressed I packed him off home to his Mum.

His passing shot. "You didn't ask me not to say anything but you know I
won't anyway. You're the best friend I could ever have!"