Date: Tue, 16 Nov 2004 16:47:23 +0000 (GMT)
From: Steve Rose <cutrose40@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Look No Hands - 5

DISCLAIMER:

This is a story. None of the characters in the story
exist and the events that take place are purely
imaginary.

WARNING:

Do not read this story if you are in any way offended
by acts of a homosexual nature.

Do not read this if you are under the legal age for
accessing adult sites.

Always indulge in safe sex.

LOOK, NO HANDS!!

Chapter 5

As things turned out, our carefully worked out plans
for a repeat performance in the cave did not come to
fruition as easily as we had expected. The weather
changed dramatically and strong winds made sailing
highly dangerous. The Marina authorities would not
permit even experienced sailors to go out unless it
was urgent and they had proper equipment. After some
hasty consultation, it was agreed between Jim, Phil
and I that we would have to cancel our next `sailing'
trip. I suggested that we might still manage to meet
up in the cavern as I had found a way in and was
desperate to tell the others about what I had seen and
heard, but did not want to do so until we were all
together. Furthermore, it was thought that with such
strong winds and high tides even a landward entry to
the caves would be potentially dangerous. A further
stumbling block to our plan was that Bobby had an
athletics meeting scheduled for part of the next few
days and would be busy with his training and not
available after the day we had originally chosen. This
would be the last day he would be free for some while.
 Finally, immediately after our planned expedition was
the day that Phil and his friends would get their
examination results and, as he was expected to do
well, there was bound to be some celebration of his
success.

My best friend, Matt, who was Phil's brother had told
me what his family had planned when I met up with him
the day after the first trip to the concealed cave. I
knew that Matt was suspicious of Jim's motives in
taking us out on his yacht but Phil had managed to
convince his brother that nothing out of the ordinary
had occurred and that we had indeed spent the day
sailing. We would have to think of a good excuse if we
were to meet up without arousing renewed suspicion.

As a result of the change in the weather and the other
factors that prevented us from meeting, I was getting
increasingly frustrated. I had been invited over to
Matt and Phil's to celebrate my best friend's
brother's exam success, which had been as
comprehensive as expected. While there, I learnt that
the whole family were going away for a long weekend
and would not be back until the following Tuesday.
What was worse was that I had no chance to tell Phil
any of what I had seen in the cave, nor was I able to
obtain Jim's phone number from him so that I could
have a meeting with this horny new friend.

After my friends had gone away, I was somewhat on my
own. I decided to brave the weather and cycle into
town. I parked my bike at the shelter and wandered
aimlessly through the shopping area but was heartened
when I saw Jim in the distance. I hurried to catch up
with him and noticed that he was obviously with other
people. As I approached, the teenager caught my eye
and with a surreptitious movement of his head Jim
indicated that I should not speak to him. I gave an
equally imperceptible acknowledgement and walked on
past him and headed further down the street. Turning
the corner, I realised that I was very close to the
public toilets and decided to check them out.

The entry door creaked loudly as I went in and the
acrid smell of the toilet was very strong a fact that
I had forgotten since it had been some time since I
had last been there. The urinal was empty and so were
the three cubicles so I took the nearest one and went
in and locked the door. Nothing seemed to have changed
since my last visit, the same writing and drawings
were on the wall and the small hole that enable one to
see into the next cubicle had been covered by a metal
plate. I stood for a few minutes re-reading the
stories and fished out my hardening cock and began to
stroke it slowly. My activity was disturbed by the
sound of the outer door opening and I could hear the
voices of two youngsters as they went to the urinal.
The two lads finished quickly and left and I decided
to move to the next cubicle along before I resumed my
wank. Like the previous one, this cubicle was
unchanged but rather smellier and dirtier and I left
immediately and went to the final one. This one was
cleaner but had obviously recently been repaired and
the walls were pristine and devoid of either writing
or drawing. I had resolved to return to my original
cubicle when the door opened again and another person
entered the toilet and I heard him go into the end
cubicle and lock the door. I could tell from the
wheezing and grunting that the new occupant was a much
older man and decided it was not worth hanging around
to see if he was up for some fun. Frustrated again, I
resolved to leave so I flushed the toilet, packed into
my jeans my still half-hard prick and left the toilet.
As I emerged into the light, I heard a voice,

"Well, well, you dirty bugger, I bet I know what
you've been doing!"

Jim was standing only a few feet away from me and I
grinned back at him and responded,

"Actually, you're wrong! Though I admit it wasn't for
the want of trying but it's not very nice in there.
Anyway, I thought you didn't want to talk to me."

Jim beamed back at me,

"Yeah, sorry about that, I was with my parents but
they've gone back home now. What are you up to? Want
to go somewhere?"

The tone of Jim's last question left little room for
doubt that he meant he would like to go somewhere
quiet where we could have some fun, something I was
more than ready for as I said when I replied,

"I was just hanging about, killing time, frustrated
that we can't go out to sea. However, if you know
somewhere we can go, let's go!"

As I spoke I casually slid my hand into the pocket of
my jeans and grasped hold of my dick shaft to
indicate, not that I really needed to, what I had in
mind. Jim responded by doing the same thing with his
hand and then said with a conspiratorial smile,

"In this weather the cave is too dangerous and we may
not be able to sail, but we can still go to a boat!
Follow me!"

I wasted no time in falling in step with my horny
friend and we walked the short distance from the town
centre to the Marina and, in no time, we were safely
on board Jim's father's large yacht. Once we were
inside the cockpit and under cover, Jim wasted no time
in unzipping my jeans and fondling my rock hard cock
shaft through the material of my underpants and, as he
did so, he said,

"We'll have to be careful, there's just a chance that
my Dad might come down to the boat so we won't be able
to get completely undressed, but we should have time
to bring each other off. If we have to stop because my
dad arrives, I'll tell him you are interested in
seeing the cabins and the navigational instruments,
OK?"

I nodded and made my move to unzip Jim's jeans and was
pleased to see that he was not wearing any underwear
and his cock appeared straight out in front of him. As
Jim gently extracted my dick from the confines of my
tight Y-fronts, I took hold of his tumescent cock and
began to rhythmically work the loose foreskin
backwards and forwards over the head of my horny
friend's cock. We moved closer together and soon both
our hands were working on each other's dicks and
exploring the scrotum beneath. After the earlier time
in the public toilets and the excitement of meeting
Jim outside, I was quite far gone already and the
stimulation I was receiving was making me breathe more
heavily, something which my partner noticed at once.
Jim removed my hand from his cock head and shaft and
fell to his knees and took my very wet, pre-cum
covered glans between his lips and started to suck me
off. I moaned loudly and began to push my cock deeper
into the welcoming mouth as Jim squeezed my balls
gently, encouraging me to fire my ball cream for him.

My horny friend pulled me closer and thrust his arms
around me so that I was captured between his folded
arms and his gobbling mouth. I made no effort to
resist as I felt the beginnings of my orgasm stir deep
in my balls and leaned forward to rest my hands on
Jim's shoulders to brace myself for the climax that
would inevitably take place in a short while. My
partner looked up into my eyes as I gazed down at him
and he gave me a look of ecstatic satisfaction as my
body first shook and then went rigid before the
explosive climax. Moments later, my piss slit widened
and Jim got the first taste as my spunk sprayed onto
his tongue and down his throat. Although he could not
speak I could see that my partner was really enjoying
himself and that his own cock was throbbing between
his legs as he knelt in front of me.

Although Jim was not touching it, I knew that if I did
not act fast his load would simply be lost so, as soon
as I had finished unloading into his throat I scooted
down and took hold of my friend's dick and wanked it.
I pointed the cock head straight at my face and as Jim
gave out a loud gasp, I pulled his loose foreskin
right back off the glans as he fired his ball juice
all over my lips and nose and I eagerly licked it all
into my mouth.

Once we had recovered our breath, we sat close
together on the floor of the cabin and slowly covered
ourselves up again and made ourselves presentable just
in case Jim's Dad did suddenly appear. As we sat
together, I gave Jim a full account of what had
happened the day before and I could see that he was
enjoying my detailed description because his tight
jeans were already beginning to tent up again. As I
went on with my description, I grinned at Jim and
slowly unzipped him so that I could play with his
hardening shaft. My friend reciprocated and we sat
wanking each other as I described the events in every
detail until the climax of my story coincided
amazingly with our own and we again sprayed our hot
cum. This time the spunk landed on our hands and we
greedily sucked the creamy tribute between our lips
and down our throats. I was delighted that he had got
so excited by what I had been telling him and could
not wait to get a similar reaction from Phil when I
next had the opportunity to get him on his own.

Once again we sat back and waited for our bodies to
calm down. Jim's first reaction to my story was to say
cheerfully,

"Great news and a fantastic experience for you, thanks
for telling me about it! So now we know how Bobby got
into the cave complex so quickly. It'll be useful for
when the weather is too cold to sail but still warm
enough for us to have fun down there!"

"Yes, I agree", I replied, "But what I really want to
follow up is whether you have any idea if there is
anyone around the area with blond hair called Simon. I
don't suppose you do, do you?"

Jim thought for a moment and then said,

"It might be one of the Fox twins. They are blond
haired and about the age that you describe. I know
them by sight but I don't think I've ever spoken to
either of them, although from what you say I think it
is about time I rectified that, at least as far as
Simon is concerned! I only hope I get the right one,
because I'm led to believe that they are almost
impossible to tell apart! Of course it would be even
better if both of them were interested in playing
around. I'm also fascinated to learn that David
Grainger is active. I'd heard a rumour that he
sometimes took teenagers out on his yacht and that
they did more than just a bit of sailing. Now you've
confirmed it, I think we ought to follow that lead up
as well."

This time we really did get ready to leave and having
straightened ourselves up and made sure that we had
left no tell-tale evidence of our activity behind, Jim
and I made ready to leave his Dad's yacht. We left the
Marina without a fuss, anxious to avoid drawing
attention to ourselves. The place was all but deserted
as the weather was getting worse and there was no
chance of sailing for at least another twenty-four
hours by which time the storm should have subsided.
Once we were back near the centre of the town and
preparing to go our separate ways, Jim pulled me close
and whispered in my ear,

"Thanks for this morning, much better than a solitary
wank in the toilets, wasn't it?"

"You bet", I replied enthusiastically.

"And another thing", Jim whispered, "Let's tell the
others about what you saw as soon as we can. I don't
know about you, but I would love to get involved with
David Grainger and with his blond partner, wouldn't
you?"

I nodded and then we parted. I was delighted by the
positive response I had received from Jim and his
obvious keenness to follow up on what I had told him.
I was equally interested in finding out more about
David Grainger as his factory might be a useful place
to find pert-time employment for my university
vacations. If he already knew something about me and I
appealed to his more general sexual interests, then my
chances of getting a job might well be enhanced. There
was one hurdle to be overcome before that happened and
this was to persuade my parents that working in such a
factory environment would be good for me both
financially and in terms of work experience. I knew
that my parents had rather high hopes for my future
but decided that I should test the waters as soon as I
could and, if they agreed, I would contact the company
and see what jobs were available.

When I got back home, I told my Mum that I had
something important I wanted to discuss and that it
concerned the possibility of finding work so that I
would have some money for when I went to University.
At first my Mum took a rather negative attitude,
arguing that she was quite prepared to fund me as she
had in the past and that she didn't want me to divert
myself away from studying. However, gradually I
persuaded her that I could both do work and study at
different times and that I was old enough to make sure
that I got the balance right. Eventually, my Mum
conceded that I might have a point but then opened up
on another front when she pointedly asked,

"So, where in this small town do you think you could
get part-time work?"

I had, of course, anticipated this question and I
tried not to make my response sound too well prepared,

"I was wondering about the Grainger Factory, it's the
biggest employer and I'm sure there must be something
I could do there."

My Mum looked at me for a few seconds and then
replied,

"You have thought about this, haven't you? Well, I
suppose if you are going to look for work, Grainger's
is as good a place as any."

"Thanks, Mum", I said grateful for her support but
also keen to get more help if I could, "I don't
suppose you know anyone that works there and who might
get me an interview."

My Mum grinned at my cheeky response,

"I don't know anyone directly but I do know a lot of
people, so I might be able to help."

That was the moment I knew that I had won and that the
odds were high that I would soon be working at
Grainger's.

Later the same day my Mum came to my room and told me
what she had been able to arrange on my behalf,

"It's mainly good news. I've spoken to a friend who
knows the Personnel Director at Grainger's and she
gave me his telephone number. I rang him and he says
that you can go over there tomorrow and talk to him
about what openings there might be for you."

I hugged my Mum and thanked her profusely. As she
broke away from my embrace she spoke again,

"My friend says that the company is a fair employer
and treats its workers well, so you should be OK
working there. However, she said something about the
owner Mr David Grainger that I didn't quite
understand."

"What was that, Mum?" I asked, suspecting the likely
reply.

"She said that he could be quite difficult to work for
and that he sometimes seemed to pick on the young male
employees for particularly harsh treatment. My friend
said that one of her sons was particularly badly
treated by David Grainger, but he's stuck it out and
now seems to be getting on better."

I tried to look pained at the thought of managerial
bullying and then asked as casually as I could,

"Do you think I ought to go and talk to your friend or
her son before I go?"

Disappointingly, my Mum replied,

"No, I don't think that's necessary. I passed on the
warning and Mrs Fox isn't someone I know very well.
She just is an acquaintance I only know her casually
through my charity committee."

I tried to suppress my excitement at the news that my
Mum had been talking to Mrs Fox and, despite the
suggestion that a direct meeting with her and her son
was not necessary, I had been given an opening to make
contact with the family and discover whether the
teenager I saw with David Grainger was indeed one of
the Fox twins. As soon as my Mum had left me alone, I
went to look for the telephone book to see if I could
find the Fox's home number. Annoyingly, there were
several people of that name in the directory but then
I had a thought and went to find my Mum's personal
address book and found what I was looking for there. I
had already decided that I would not telephone before
I went and, therefore, getting the address was much
more important.

Once the coast was clear I got my bike and rode off
across the town to the road where the Fox family
lived. I had already thought out my excuse for calling
and so, when I got to the address, I walked boldly up
to the door and knocked. Within a few seconds the door
opened and I knew I was at the right place. Naturally,
as they were identical, I did not know whether the
blond bombshell standing before me was the teenager I
had seen the day before in the cavern was Simon Fox or
his brother. The youth at the door was about my own
age or maybe slightly older and I had already seen his
beautiful naked body from a distance. Close to, it was
even better! The blond hair was natural ad the face
was angelic with piercing blue eyes, a long thin
straight nose and nicely proportioned lips. The
teenager was taller than I had thought when I saw him
before and his muscles were well defined and his tight
jeans showed off his bulging cock and balls to
perfection. I was so overwhelmed by the handsome
teenager standing in the doorway that for a moment I
was lost for words,  but quickly remembered my script,

"Oh .. um .. hello, you don't actually know me, but my
Mum knows yours and I understand that either you, or
your brother, work at Grainger's. I'm thinking of
applying there for a part-time job before I go to
College and, as I was passing, I thought I might call
in and find out more about what's it's like there."

The teenager looked at me without any indication of
how my words had been received, but then his face
broke into a broad smile and he replied,

"As it happens, both I and my brother work there, so
we can both tell you a little bit about our
experiences. My twin brother Andy works in the
technical department at the factory, so if you want
that side you'll have to wait until he gets in. On the
other hand I'm Simon and I work in the office. What
sort of work were you hoping to do?"

I had not really given the matter much thought, but as
Simon was the one I wanted to really talk to, I made
an instant decision,

"I think I'm better suited to office work than
technical."

Simon beamed with pleasure and I hoped he liked what
he saw of me as much as I liked him. The teenager then
spoke,

"Great. Tell you what. I'm about to take the dog out
for his constitutional, why don't you come along with
me and we can chat as we walk?"

I readily agreed to the suggestion but then realised
that I had my bike with me. Again Simon was ahead of
me,

"Take the bike round the back and I'll lock it in the
shed. You can collect it when we get back."

I followed the directions to get to the back gate and,
by the time I was there, Simon had opened it and was
waiting with the dog on its leash. We stowed the bike
and began our walk. Obviously I had been convincing
because Simon started talking about the factory as
soon as we got on our way. For several minutes, the
teenager explained what he did at the factory and what
opportunities there might be for someone interested in
part-time work. I listened patiently as he gave
considerable detail of his personal experiences until
he finally reached a conclusion,

"It's not a bad place to work. The boss, David
Grainger, can be intimidating at first, but he's OK
once you get to know him better. I had a bit of bother
with him at first but everything's fine now."

Once we were out of earshot of potential passers-by
and walking the dog on the rough ground, I decided to
interrupt Simon's flow,

"That's all good to know, Simon, but I think I am
more-or-less decided on applying anyway and I'm glad
you like the place. As for David Grainger, I have a
confession to make."

Simon paused for a moment and looked surprised and
stammered,

"You .. you do. What sort of confession is that?"

 I grinned as I replied,

"Nothing to get worried about, Simon. It's just that I
know about what goes on in the caves. I saw you and
David there yesterday. My calling round today was not
accidental, I wanted to confirm that you were the
person I saw him with."

Again, Simon looked stunned,

"You saw us? .. How?"

I tried to sound reassuring

"I was taken to the cavern by some other friends when
we were out sailing a couple of days ago and we all
had some fun there. I also knew that there was an
entrance from the headland, so I spent part of
yesterday morning looking for it. As things turned
out, I found it quite quickly and had just arrived at
the back of the cave when you and David Grainger
sailed in from the other end. At first, I was not
certain why you were there and didn't want to get
caught, so I hid in the shadows and waited. In the
end, I saw everything that you and he did together and
it made me really horny. As I watched you two were
enjoying yourselves, I had a wank and shot a nice
load. In fact, I'm getting hard again right now just
thinking about what I saw!"

As he listened to my explanation, the teenager licked
his lips and then exclaimed,

"You saw us but you didn't join in! Why ever not?"

I blushed and replied,

"I was a bit too scared to interrupt you. My heart
wanted to do so, but my head said no. I'm sorry now
that I didn't, but hopefully now that I have told you,
we can make up for some lost time."

Initially, Simon had been looking straight back at me,
but then his eyes began to travel down my body towards
my jeans where the outline of my hardening prick was
clearly visible and I made no attempt to conceal the
fact from him. The horny teenager smiled broadly at
what he saw and, with a twinkle in his eye, said,

"I can see from the growing bulge in yours jeans that
you are getting quite excited and, I agree with you,
we shouldn't waste any more time. In fact, as far as
I'm concerned, there's no time like the present!"

As he spoke, Simon slipped the dog off its lead and
allowed it to run off which, no doubt delighted at
this opportunity for some freedom, the dog did at a
rate faster than we could possibly follow. Noting my
puzzled look, my friend indicated that the dog would
undoubtedly return in due course but that, in the
meantime, we should make best use of the time it was
away and that I should follow him to the furthest part
of the rough ground we were walking on. As we
approached it, the boundary in that area looked
impenetrable, but Simon suddenly stopped and indicated
a small gap in the hedge and said,

"Let's go through that gap! Come on follow me! We can
spend quite a while back there before the dog comes
back and finds us again. I reckon there should be more
than enough time for us to get to know each other
really well!! It'll be a bit cramped, but I've been in
this place before with another person and we had
enough room to do everything we wanted to do and I'm
certain we can have an enjoyable time as well!!"

Once through the gap, I could see that that there was
a small shed-like building hidden in the undergrowth
into which Simon quickly disappeared. I followed on
and joined my new friend inside the confined but
sheltered space. As soon as I was safely inside, Simon
wasted no time in unzipping my jeans and releasing my
rock hard dick and I reached forward and reciprocated.
As I felt Simon's tumescent cock in my hand for the
first time, I was thrilled to know that a new chapter
in my voyage of surprising discoveries was about to
begin.

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