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Subject: The Boston Tea Party Chapter 17 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 lfa4321jonah@outlook . There are pictures of some of the characters in this story on Jacob Lion’s website. bly/ 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 fty/donate.html The Boston Tea-Party Chapter 17 by Jonah Well we certainly went to sleep in the boys’ room. I don’t remember us going to Jake’s room, but we did that too. Monday morning I woke to find myself at the bottom of Jakes bed with Nings feet resting on my chest and Sammy, Jake and Jonah beside him. Pete lay next to me. I played with Ning’s toes for a few moments while I worked this out. Yes we certainly went to sleep in the other room, but I would have been unlikely to come in here without Kori. Oh No! It had finally happened. Kori and Liam had finally succeeded in getting up without awakening me. Well we’d soon see about that. I slid out of bed and went to the other room to get some work clothes. Nobody was in the kitchen. Too late for tea then. Finley and Eric were grazing the paddock. As I walked into the stable Kori greeted me. “Come on sleepy head, Dusty thinks you’ve forgotten him”. I led Dusty out into the paddock and began mucking out his stall. When I finished Luke was already mounted on Finley and Liam was at the horse’s head. Kori was on Eric, and Dusty waited patiently for me. I mounted without a word to Kori, and Dusty tossed his head but otherwise did not flinch. “C’mon” said Kori and we were walking steadily. The tree loomed in front and again Kori let Eric give us room, but the tree came ever closer. I slid my bottom sideways and was now pressing my knee firmly against Dusty’s flank but he only seemed to increase speed. As the lowest branch threatened to sweep me from the saddle I leaned forward to flatten myself against the horse’s back, “Whoa!” said Kori gently as he grasped the side of Dusty’s bridle. “Whoa boy”. Dusty stood still and I tried to adjust myself to a more decorous position in the saddle. “Relax Simon, you’re all tense.” said Kori. “I’m sorry, I…” “Simon, are you mad at me?” “Well you didn’t have to creep out like that”. “No I didn’t, but being mad isn’t a choice you’ve got when you’re sat on a horse that could kill you if he wanted to. Do you think he doesn’t notice? He thinks you’re mad at him. Get off your horse Simon.” He said as he slid from his own mount. I did as he bid me. “Now, if you’re still mad and want to black my eye for me, this is the time to do it.” “You know I don’t want to do that”, I said. “Well?” I was confused. I had come halfway round the world, excited to see izmit escort bayan my lover, and now that I was here, I was mad at him over what he probably thought was a prank. Our time together would be short enough, and I was wasting it by sulking. “Well?” he repeated. “What DO you want to do?” “This”, I said seizing him around the waist. I pulled him toward me and our lips met. In fact, more than that met as we hugged. We were oblivious of the two horses, who didn’t mind at all. As we broke from the kiss, his hand was at the front of my Jeans – rubbing me through the cloth. I returned the compliment as he whispered, “I’m sorry Simon. I didn’t mean to upset you, and I don’t want to spoil the last few days of your holiday. Am I forgiven?” By way of an answer I renewed the kiss. We kissed for what seemed a long time, then Kori stood back and smoothing down his shirt, and straightening an imaginary tie, said, “Right. Now we’re ready to ride horses. Lead Dusty away from that tree and I think you owe him an apology. Then we’ll get up and start again.” I patted Dusty’s neck and told him I was sorry. I told him how good he had been and I stroked and patted him some more, before I mounted. “Right, nice and gentle now, c’mon” said Kori. Eric moved off and Dusty followed suit. Instantly I could feel that the old relationship was back. Kori was such a clever boy. Jake had ten acres so there was plenty of room to ride horses and it was a good walk to the bottom end of the pasture. “Now watch what I do with my ankle and you do the same,” said Kori, “He’ll bounce up and down a bit more but dont try to hold on tighter with your legs. He’ll think you want him to gallop. Just let him bounce up and down and you go with him”. I did as I was bid and Dusty quickened into a trot. The four of us still kept position and, sure enough, I was bouncing in the saddle, but the motion seemed natural. I simply went with it and felt the same sort of delight in a job well done that Dusty obviously did. “Now watch me”, said Kori. “Slide your bottom at the same time as you push with your feet. Don’t pull back on the reins. If you try to pull his head up, you’ll lose. He’s stronger than you are. ” I did that and Dusty tossed his head and settled into a walk. I had begun to get the drift that Dusty used that head -toss to acknowledge that he had recieved a new instruction and was complying. Eric didn’t do it, but Dusty had obviously found it to be helpful to humans. This was one smart horse. Finley was already in his stall when Kori and I took our horses back. Luke and Liam were obviously already showering, but our horses still deserved, and were going to get, some attention. Eric and Dusty were both thoroughly brushed down before we went to get showered. Jake was already making breakfast when we stripped for the shower. “Ten minutes boys”, he said. “We need to be on the road”. We showered and then dressed fairly casually and went in to breakfast on pancakes and juice. Liam was producing toast for anybody that wanted it, but there weren’t many takers. Jonah, in his city suit, had obviously already breakfasted and looked impatient. It did not take us long to clear up and make for the minibus. Soon we were out of Ashfield and making for the Interstate. It could only have been about seven in the morning because Kori and Liam had slipped out at first izmit eve gelen escort light. No wonder I hadn’t seen them go. Then another thought struck me. I had worked that out for myself – Kori hadn’t told me. When he discovered I was mad at him for his actions he offered to let me punch him, but he didn’t try to justify those actions, even though he knew they were justified. Note to self. Remember in future – Kori doesn’t make excuses. Suddenly I found that I admired the boy more than ever. I turned and planted a kiss on his cheek. “What was that for?” he said in some surprise. “If you don’t want it I’ll take it back,” I replied. He made a show of pretending to think about this, so I punched him lightly in the ribs. Kori then went to punch me back, but changed his mind and kissed me instead. “Geez you two, get a room”, said Pete. and we all laughed. It was five past eleven when we pulled into the car-park of the Phillips-Murchisson building near Newton, on the outskirts of Boston, and a grey haired gent in an equally grey suit appeared to have been waiting in the car park for Jonah. They shook hands and Jonah reurned to the car to introduce Mr. Murchisson to the rest of us. He shook hands warmly with each of us and, when he said he hoped we would enjoy our day in Boston, it was impossible not to feel that he had virtually guaranteed it. He had obviously heard about Luke, because he said he hoped they would meet again in the future. Jonah and he then went off to conduct business. Jake drove us into town and we stopped for a quick lunch at Theos Cosy Corner, which was very pleasant, then drove to a multi-storey car park on Constitution Road and walked from there to the Boston Historical Museum in the Charlestown Navy Base. Long before we got there Kori had got all excited. He had spotted the unmistakeable rigging of a large sailing ship. Kori would never miss a thing like that. We made our way to the vessel – the USS Constitution and Jake produced his ID as well as our passports. ID is only really needed for those over 18, but Jake had said it was better to bring our passports just in case. Anyway, the sailor that checked us in stamped the backs of our hands. That was NOT a good thing to do. Kori wouldn’t wash his hand ever again. After clearing security we were aboard the USS Constitution and Kori was into everything. The on-board crew found themselves answering questions on everything from Armament to Yard-arms. You’d have thought they’d have grown impatient but perhaps they were used to it. No way! They couldn’t have been used to Kori. Most things on board the Constitution were larger and bulkier than the same components aboard either Cutty Sark, or the Mystic ships. Of course they had been constructed to withstand everything the Atlantic storms could hurl at them but, on board a warship, you have the additional expectation that people will chuck cannon-balls. On the lower decks things were more cramped than on board any of the other ships we had visited. Their cargo holds were capacious, but the lower decks of this ship were only meant for people – and people with no means of escape at that. We had to virtually drag Kori ashore, but we didn’t immediately leave the dockyard. The USS Cassin Young was moored opposite and we walked across and boarded her. She is a world war two destroyer izmit otele gelen escort and a fine-looking ship. We were under no illusions that we would be on and off of her in five minutes. A tour of the ship was going to be several hours work. The machine shop alone contained an impressive array of lathes, milling machines and pillar drills, then descent to the steering motor room and finally to the engine room where huge steam turbines were fed by air-enclosed boilers. Additionally four loco-sized diesel engines were mounted with General Motors generators. I was showing these to Pete and Luke, who always seemed to be interested in everything, while Kori and Sammy examined the fire-fighting arrangements. Back above the waterline we examined the many weapon systems with which the Fletcher-class destroyers were equipped. Finally to the bridge and Kori loved it. At the back of the bridge was a chartroom, and it quickly became clear that Kori would only be removed by force. Only the need to collect Jonah (and the threat of being locked in if we didn’t leave) forced us to go ashore. We collected the minibus and Jake drove us out to Newton to pick up Jonah. When Jonah joined us Jake suggested we find somewhere to eat in the Boston area as it would be late by the time we were back in Ashfield. This seemed sensible and we finally settled on Cook Newton which was not far from the turnpike and could accomodate us all. The menu included a lot of what I considered “fancy” dishes, but none-the-less wholesome and I wasn’t paying. In fact none of us was paying because, Jonah said his boss had instructed him to put it on expenses. Apparently he was pleased with Mr. Ito’s arrangements with Luke and was increasing the firm’s budget for the project. In fact it transpired that Phillips-Murchisson had insisted on a copy of the contract that Mr. Ito’s lawyers had drawn up for Luke so that they could be satisfied that Hepworth and Hepworth were not taking advantage of a minor. As soon as H & H. recieved this demand from their future customer, they increased the budget to make it plain that they were taking advantage of no-one. Jonah said that he was confident that Phillips-Murchisson would be pleased with the new arrangements and they were certainly pleased with Luke’s artwork. Once back on the I-90 we succumbed to the stresses and strains of a long and demanding day. Well I succumbed to them. I was really in no position to see what everybody else did. Kori kissed me on the cheek. “I thought I’d better wake you up, in case you change your mind and want to black my eye after all”, he said. “I might, ” I said sleepily. “Where are we?” “Ashfield in about five minutes,” he replied. “Mmmmm!” I said dreamily, resting my head on Kori’s shoulder and pretending to go back to sleep. “Ashfield, Ashfield!” called out Jake from the front. “Change here for Ballybunnion, Ballymurphy and all the other Bally places. All change please!” Well if anybody had still been sleeping, they weren’t now. As soon as we were parked up Jake made for the stable to check on the horses, while the rest of us made for the showers. By the time Jake came in to shower we were all… well, I was in no position to know what we all were. 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.

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