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Subject: Boston Tea Party Chapter 6 This is a work of fiction. All characters herein are also fictitious so, if you think you can identify a character because of some similarity, you are in error. Some characters have been borrowed, with his kind permission, from Jacob Lion’s story “A Neglected Boy”. There may be some references to sexual practices in the text but it will be of a gentle and loving nature and not remotely pornographic. If you are looking for pornography, look elsewhere. Some of the characters are minors so , if it is not legal for you to read this story, please don’t. Otherwise, I hope you will enjoy it. If you wish to send feedback, you can contact me at [email protected] . There are pictures of some of the characters in this story on Jacob Lion’s website. https://jacoblion.weebly/ Please remember that Nifty is kind enough to publish these stories for our enjoyment, but the only income is donations. We need to keep this site going so please consider donating to Nifty at http://donate./donate.html The Boston Tea-Party Chapter 6 by Jonah I woke on Saturday morning to find Liam poking his toes in my mouth, which I didn’t really mind. Luke, behind me, was doing things with my feet too, so I couldn’t complain. Then it occured to me that there was a distinct absence of Kori. I pulled Liam’s cute little foot from my mouth and said, “Liam, where’s Kori?” “I expect he’s putting the kettle on”, came the reply. “We,d better get up in a minute” His toe was trying to find my mouth again. It never did. I was out of that bed and heading for the bathroom. In minutes both Liam and I were in the kitchen. Kori had indeed made tea which we drank gratefully, and then to the stable. Kori calls it a barn, but I’m not sure I can get my head round that. It’s got horses in it for Pete’s sake. The same proceedure as yesterday, but this time Kori had Dusty’s head when we excercised. He was explaining how to use pressure with my legs and ankles to tell Dusty what I wanted him to do. My lower back was beginning to ache a little by the time the horses were back in their stalls, but izmit escort bayan I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. Showering with Kori and Liam was always fun. Liam always pointed out that Kori and I were rampant. It was his favourite joke. He never seemed to notice that his little pecker was awake too. We always lathered each other up with the scented shampoo that we never seem to see in England. Both boys favour strawberry, and I like it too. I’ve noticed Ian always has a different smell, but then, he’s got a different nationality too. We were dried, kitted out in T shirts and shorts and Kori had started breakfast by the time the others began to stir. Once breakfast was over and the washing-up sorted, Jake said we would need coats and shoes because we had one more person to wait for and we would be going out of State. Mr. Ito called for the cello, but it wasn’t him. He was taking his boys somewhere else. Finally three people arrived – a man, a woman and a little girl. Liam had to be restrained form floating to the ceiling. Hmmmmm! Well the two adults consulted with Jake for a while then kissed the little girl and departed – leaving Liam to introduce Abby to us. Then we all piled into the minibus. Well Jake headed East to the Interstate and then headed South on the I-91. Kori asked if he was headed for New Haven. “Not today, ” Jake replied. “Would you like to go New Haven Kori”. “Duh!” Kori responded. “Ah well, “replied Jake, “I thought about it, but I guess not if that’s all you got to say”. “What?”, Kori almost shouted, “Jake!” “Monosyllables already!”, Jake replied, “I guess you’re not interested.” “Please Jake!” “Well how about this Kori”, Jake said eventually. “Ian and the Professor are going back to Yale on Tuesday. How about I see if I can book us all into the Clarion for a few days?” Kori was ecstatic ( a bit like saying that the Atlantic ocean is a bit wet). We crossed the State line into Connecticut just South of Chicopee and headed for Thomaston. There we found the Railroad Museum of New England mne/ . Peter had at first looked a bit crestfallen when he realised that he izmit eve gelen escort would have to compete with Abby for Liam’s attention. He quickly discovered that she knew a lot of railway history and was Au fait with railway developments worldwide. For a time it was Liam that got left out of an intense discussion on the relative merits of British built locomotives and imported General Motors class 66s. Now I’m not really a trainspotter. I’m more interested in the engineering aspects of locos and railways in general, but I found that when I tried to examine the museum’s vintage diesel locomotives closely, Abby was at my side. She happily explained the European system of wheel-notation that was used in America and had finally been adopted in the UK. She showed how the fixed buckeye couplings worked, explaining that the drop-head buckeye was more common in Britain because British locos still used screw couplings. Apart from the diesel collection there are also two steam locos stored on site, and Abby was quick to explain the workings of those. By the time we left I was even more sure that I wanted to volunteer at one of the British heritage lines, which Jonah says are all too far away. It was late afternoon by the time we arrived back in Ashfield, and Jake dropped Abby off at her front door. She politely thanked all of us for a good day. Then Jake drove the rest of us home. The Professor and Ian were busy in the kitchen. Having spent the day handling dirty railroad equipment we all needed to wash ourselves before dinner. Almost everyone then retired to the TV room until dinner was ready. I say “almost everyone” because Kori didn’t, and I didn’t. We lay side by side on Kori’s bed. Then we hugged a little, and Kori said, “Is this wrong?” I moved my head back so that I could look him in the eye. “If you mean, would it upset Peter, I can tell you that it wouldn’t, because he told me so yesterday. If you mean is it alright to be gay, I’d say that was a yes as well. Does it feel wrong to you?” “Hell no!” he said, and kissed me on the mouth. We lay like that for a izmit otele gelen escort while. Eventually our hands were on the front of each others pants, feeling each other through the fabric. That was as far as we got before Liam called that dinner was ready. “Good job he didn’t come in” muttered Kori as we broke off and headed for the kitchen. The Professor had prepared a delicious spaggetti bolognese, and Ian had mixed up a huge fruit salad which he served with a choice of yoghurt or ice-cream. We were all fairly full as we went in to watch a movie. Liam lay on the sofa with his head on Jake’s Lap and Sammy and Luke sat either side of Jonah, but Kori and I lay on the floor together. It was well into the movie before I noticed that we were holding hands. I did nothing about it and nobody else noticed – or, if they did, they said nothing. We enjoyed popcorn halfway through the movie. It was a peaceful end to a lovely day. The Professor, returning to the room as the final credits rolled,said, “Come and look”. Outside the sun had set but the last rosy tints had yet to leave the sky and surrender it to darkness. There was no noise of traffic, as there would have been in London, just the calls of the last birds to settle for the night. In the stable a horse whinnied as it sensed our presence, not in alarm, but in the joy of being alive at such a time. Then the still evening air was pierced by a beautiful boy soprano. “All in the April evening, April airs were abroad, The sheep with their little lambs passed me by on the road;” It seemed that nature herself was still to listen as Liam sang his hymn to the Spring. The music of the Earth paused to listen to one ten-year old boy. Years upon years have rolled over that evening in Ashfield in the Spring but, as I sit to write this, I can still hear Liam’s song, and a tear runs down my cheek. Truly we were blest. TO BE CONTINUED If you have enjoyed this story you will probably enjoy previous stories by the same author on Nifty’s Gay Adult/Youth Archive. Letter from America, Stranger on a Train, Marooned, also The Pen-Pals, on the Gay Young Friends site. For a much longer story by a different author, I would recommend A Neglected Boy, by Jacob Lion. I’d like to thank Jacob for his help in writing this. I couldn’t have done it on my own. Oh, and you might like this link to Liam’s song sung by the York Concert ube/watch?v=Zh7E-A9mbUo

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