0 comments/ 29373 views/ 2 favorites The Narrow Boat Ch. 01 By: PAUL C Copyright 2000 by Paul. All rights reserved. All events and Characters are fictitious. For Rich, who made the mistake of saying nice things about my stories. * * * * We were on holiday taking a narrow boat cruise through the canals of northern England. I awoke in the morning next to Sally's warm body. I swallowed. My tongue felt furry and my throat dry. What was that wine we had drunk last night? Red. Cypriot. And awful. Gill had brought four bottles back with her when she and Lenny had holiday'd there in the spring. Lenny had gone but the wine had remained. I could see why he had left it. Although not so Gill. She was a cracker. Everybody's favourite. I thought it would be fun boating with two pretty girls when Sally had suggested bringing her with us to help her get over her break up with Lenny. It certainly wasn't working out that way. Sally was all right. We'd been together four months. We had both just finished our second years at University. We were on different courses and lived in different flats. This was to have been our trial living together to see whether we wanted to move in together permanently for our last year. She was normally very willing and certainly very fit. She liked running marathons and was in training for one in September. She'd be up soon for her early morning jog. I wondered if I could get a quick fuck out of her before she did. She wasn't a morning person normally, but it was worth a try. I slid behind her and pushed my prick between her ass cheeks. She pulled away. "Not now." She snapped sitting up in bed. "I've got to go for a run." "Oh come on." I said, reaching for a tit. "Just a quick one." She slapped my hand away. "No." She slid off the end of the bed. Her body had much better muscle definition than mine did. "Not with Gill on board." "Hey." I threw back the sheet showing her my hard prick. "What if Lenny was still with her. Would you say no then? We could be listening to them grunting and groaning now." "That would be different." She said pulling on her running shorts and putting on her bra and vest. "I don't see why." I picked up my prick and started stroking it. "We hardly ever do it nowadays." "We did it three days ago." "That was before we got on this boat." "You're going to say that you don't want Gill with us." "It was supposed to be just us." "Shush. Don't talk so loud. She'll hear." "She certainly won't hear us fucking." She looked hard at me. "You can be a right sod." "Oh fuck off." I was getting pissed off with her. I wanted a fuck. "Perhaps you should." "What?" "Leave." "Perhaps I will." "Right." "Right." We stared at each other. I held out my hand to her. "Get lost." She said and left. I heard the mumbling of voices then the flushing of the toilet. I heard the opening and closing of the outer doors at the far end of the boat. Then silence, except for the sound of an engine being started further down the moorings. Whether it was in preparation for departure or to re-charge their boat's batteries I didn't know. I needed a drink so pulling on my jeans and trainers I made my way into the sitting and kitchen area in the middle of the boat. Our bed was in the bow of the boat with Gills in the stern. We had to pass through hers to get on deck to operate the boat's controls. I lifted the kettle; it was half full, and, lighting the gas, set it on to boil. There was a movement behind me and I turned to catch the sight of a white calf and ankle disappearing into the small bathroom. I smiled to myself. I could hear Gill rustling yesterday's newspaper, that I had left in there for further study, in an attempt to mask the sounds of her bodily functions. She was partially successful. The toilet flushed and I heard the whine of the water pump as she ran the tap to wash her hands. The pump continued to whine as the shower ran. I imagined her standing beneath the flow. Water running down her body and between the cheeks of her ass. My prick started to grow again. I rubbed it through my shorts to relieve the pressure. The kettle had boiled and I had made two mugs of tea before the shower was switched off. She left the bathroom. "Tea?" I asked her back as it disappeared into her sleeping area. "In a minute." She called back. I waited thirty seconds. Drank from my mug then carried hers around the corner. She was leaning over her suitcase sorting through her clothes. Her towel had fallen to her ankles giving me full sight of her ass. I could see wisp's of hair between her thighs shielding her tightly closed pussy lips. She stood upright and turned towards me. She shrieked covering her tits and pubic hair with her hands and arms. "Your tea." I said, placing it on the small table by her bed. Without another word I turned and walked back into the sitting area. Taking my tea with me I sat on the 'L' shaped bench and switched on the TV set on the built in shelf in front of me. The early morning news was on. England were facing another collapse in they're batting in the latest test match. Cricket was a strange game; I mused, sipping at my tea. Couldn't be invented nowadays. I imagined a marketing man trying to sell this bright new concept to a TV company. 'It's played outside. Can last up to five days, weather permitting. Most matches will end in a draw. Nobody will seem to know the laws judging by the amount of spurious appealing for decisions that will take place. A lot of rubbing of the ball against testicles will take place.' Gill entered carrying her mug. "I'm sorry." She said sitting down just out of my reach. "Sally did say that a narrow boat was no place for modesty but only Lenny had seen me like that before." "I don't believe that." I turned to face her, resting my arm along the back of the seat. "I thought you had had lots of boy friends." "I've been out with a lot of boys, that's true. But they were all after one thing." I couldn't imagine what. "Only Lenny didn't try to get inside my knickers on the first date." She continued. "He was so patient and gentle." "Why did you split up then?" I asked. "He wanted things I couldn't give him." "Such as?" "I can't talk about things like that." "You can. I don't mind. It might do you good." "What were you and Sally arguing about this morning?" She changed the subject neatly. "The usual thing. Sex. Or the lack of it." "Is that because of me?" "Partly, I suppose. Also perhaps we are not really meant for each other. She has other interests." "Oh, her running. She does keep very fit." "So do you." I said, looking her up and down then staring into her eyes. "Don't be silly." "I'm not." I slid along the seat, my arm finishing behind her shoulders. I took one of her hands in mine. "Don't." She protested but didn't remove her hand. "Sally." "I told you." I turned her face towards me with my other hand. "We're finished." I leaned forward and kissed her. Gently at first, our lips hardly touching then harder. I opened my lips and probed between hers with my tongue. At first she stiffened then she relaxed, he lips parted allowing my tongue entry. She pushed against me with her own. Hesitantly at first then with greater force as her confidence increased. I lifted my hand and placed it on one of her tits, squeezing it through her T-shirt and bra. My other hand I ran through her hair. Hair still damp from her shower. I moved my other hand down to the buttons on her shorts. She stiffened again. "Relax." I murmured, looking into her eyes. "We shouldn't." "Shush." I encouraged. "You know you want to." "But Sally." "She's not here." I slipped onto my knees in front of her and almost tore the buttons from her shorts in my eagerness to undo them. She wore small, tight, pale green knickers beneath them. She lifted her ass as if in a trance as I pulled them both off. I lifted her thighs until her knees almost touched her tits then planted my lips on her slit. She gasped as I pushed my tongue inside her. Gasped again as I found and sucked on her clit. Keeping my tongue against it I pushed two fingers into her hole, working them from side to side, opening her. She moaned in disappointment as I lifted my head. I kissed her mouth whilst frantically unfastening my jeans to get my prick out and inside her before the spell was broken. I guided it to her opening and pushed. She opened her mouth as if to say something so I kissed it again. From this angle I could only get it half way in but that would do for me. I pistoned in and out. Shortening and quickening my strokes as I came closer to coming. She wrapped her legs around my back, pulling me closer with her heels. Suddenly she straightened, almost lifting herself from the seat as I started to pump my come into her body. I moved slowly in and out, clearing the last few drops from the end of my prick then pulled out of her and stood up. I fastened my jeans as she placed her feet on the floor. "What do we tell Sally." "Let's just keep it our secret for a while." "But you said you were finished." "She doesn't know that yet." "You Bastard." She picked up her shorts and knickers and stood up. "How could you lead me on and do that to me." It was easy, surprisingly easy. "Don't take it too heart. It was only a fuck." "A fuck. Was that all it was to you?" "What did you expect. My undying love and devotion." "I'll tell Sally." "Then she would be upset and you couldn't say you were raped or anything, could you?" "But you lied." "Not really." I saw two legs moving past the window by our heads. "She's back." I said pushing her towards the bathroom. "Get dressed." I went back into the kitchen area and filled the kettle. I was lighting the gas beneath it as Sally joined me. "You weren't long." I said. She was normally gone at least an hour. She wrapped her arms around my waist. "I was thinking about you." I turned to face her. Her face was flushed and there were beads of sweat on her brow. She placed her arms around my neck and pulled my lips down to her own. Her lips opened for my tongue. We pulled our mouths apart and she looked up into my eyes. "You're right. I haven't been giving you as much attention as I should." She rested her head on my chest. I looked over her head into Gill's eyes. She looked furious. I smiled at her. She stormed off into her sleeping area hitting the door of the bathroom as she passed. "You can't do much about it with Gill on board." I said, running my fingers down her spine. "Perhaps we could ask her to go to the shops. We need a newspaper and some fresh bread. I'll go and speak to her while you have a shower." "Alright." She kissed me again. "It sounds as if she's finished in there." I patted her ass cheeks as she entered the bathroom then continued down the short corridor to Gill's area. I found her sat on her bed with tears running down her cheeks. I sat by her side and put my arm around her shoulders. She shrugged it off. "You're a Bastard." She said with feeling. "Shush, not so loud. Sally will hear." I replaced my arm around her shoulders and turned her face towards me. "I'm not sorry what happened." I said, brushing away her tears. "We can't undo it. And we can't tell Sally. You know that." I felt one of her tits. So firm. I could feel the nipple hard beneath my palm. She stiffened. "Shush." I murmured, gently squeezing and releasing. I kissed her lightly on the lips. The toilet was flushed behind me and the water pump whined again as the shower was turned on. I let my hand fall to her thighs. She automatically parted them. I rubbed the outline of her pussy through her shorts then slid my hand inside one of its legs and onto her panties. Pale green, I remembered. Their front was wet. I pushed against them. She opened her legs wider. I forced my fingertip to the top of her slit and found the hard bud of her clit. I rubbed it as hard and as fast as the cramped conditions inside her shorts allowed. She gasped then started to breathe heavily. Then shorter and faster breathes as I kept my finger moving. Her thighs suddenly closed around my hand as she gave out a deep sigh. The shower was turned off and the whine of the water pump ceased. Sally stepped from the bathroom, a large towel tied around her breasts, furiously rubbing her hair with a second, smaller, one. "Oh Sally." I called standing up and adjusting my hard on so that it wasn't obvious. Gill watched and smiled. "Yes, Rich." She stood by my side. I reached behind her and felt her ass cheeks through the towel. "Gill's happy to walk to the village." She had a glow to her cheeks. "Aren't you Gill?" The hesitation was almost imperceptible. "Of course. What do we need?" "Bread, a newspaper, some beer and wine and something for tea. We can have cold meat sandwiches for lunch if we're moving." "We could always stop here today and go to the pub tonight for something to eat. They're bound to do food." I suggested, lifting the towel at the back. "Alright." Gill said standing up and taking some money from the purse she took from under her pillow. "I shouldn't take more than an hour." "Don't rush." "I only hope he hasn't asked you to carry to much." Sally sounded doubtful. "You're the strongest." I was finally touching her naked ass cheeks. "You go tomorrow." Gill's eyes seemed to light up a little. "I'll go this time." She walked to the four steps that led up to the deck. "See you later." I said, turning Sally towards our end of the boat, giving Gill a sight of her ass cheeks as I did so. A quick glance over my shoulder showed me she'd seen. In fact, she seemed to be studying them intently. I stepped between them and heard the door close behind her. "You didn't let her see my bottom?" Sally asked as we reached our bedroom. "What's it matter? She's got one the same. Don't worry. She knows what we're going to do." "You didn't tell her?" "No. But she isn't that stupid." I stopped close behind her and, reaching around her front undid the towel and let it fall to the floor. I cupped a tit in either hand and felt them. She pushed her ass cheeks back against my prick. It was hard in seconds. "You do need it." She said stepping away and lying on the bed. She was right, I thought as I undressed. Having Gill had been fun but it had been quick, hurried. I wanted a long slow fuck. I lay by her side and felt her pubic mound before probing inside her pussy with my finger. She took my prick in her hand and stroked it. I pushed a second finger into her hole. I kissed her. Then slid down the bed and sucked on one of her nipples keeping my fingers moving in and out of her. She arched her back and bent her knees. Taking that for the sign she was ready I moved over to kneel between her thighs and she guided my prick to her open pussy lips. I pushed deep into her with my first thrust. I pulled out, then slid back in again, slowly. Repeating and repeating the process. She arched her back and raised her hips to meet each thrust. Her pussy gripping and releasing me. Noises were coming from her throat. Her hips rotated, following each movement of my prick. Without prompting she lifted her legs to place her heels upon my shoulder. I was deeper inside her with each thrust. I could feel then hear her coming. It drove me on to quicken myself. Faster strokes. Still so deep inside her. She was so wet I slipped out once. She reached for my prick and almost stuffed me back inside. I could feel my balls lifting and I was there. I slammed as hard as I could into her. Bringing her off again as I pumped and pumped my sperm inside her. She gasped as I pulled out. She lay there, bent in half, holding her ankles by her ears. Her pussy open, glistening. As if offering it to me. I lowered my mouth to it and licked, first the outside, then, using my thumbs to spread them, inside of her moist lips, tasting her juices and my own come. Her clit was standing proud; twice it's normal size. She cried out when I sucked it into my mouth. I pushed a finger into her pussy as I worked her clit with my tongue and lips, then, removing it, pushed it against her anus. She gave a moan of protest as I slid it into her rear hole, working it from side to side. Her breathing was coming in gasps. Her anus squeezed my finger hard. A series a 'Ahs' escaped her lips as she lowered her thighs to grip my head. Her body tensed, then relaxed with a sigh. I worked my finger in and out of her anus a few more time then pulled it out and, planting a full kiss on her pussy, rolled onto my back. "Oh." She said with feeling. "That was wonderful." "We could be doing that all the time if we didn't have Gill with us." She said the words I wanted to hear. "We can't make her leave." I heard the door at the far end of the boat open. I stood up and pulled on my jeans. Gill couldn't be back so soon, surely? I walked into the sitting area, buttoning up my shirt. Gill walked towards me followed by a tall, thin man with greying hair, in his early fifties who looked familiar. "This is Bruce." Gill introduced us. The name sounded familiar. "He lives permanently on the boat two up with his friend David. They're having problems with their car so I suggested that, as you are doing a course in Mechanical Engineering, you might be able to sort it for them." I wasn't exactly doing a course in motor mechanics but I did know how an internal combustion engine worked. "I'll just get my shoes on." I said and headed back into the bedroom. I followed Gill and Bruce up on deck, remembering to stop and switch on our own engine and set it to idle to re-charge our own batteries. Then down the two step gangplank, past the empty boat, probably owned by weekenders, on to the next with a seventies Ford Cortina parked on the grass verge near by. How it ever got through its annual roadworthiness test was a mystery to me. It looked more rust than car. A bald man also in his fifties with a belly that showed the signs of too many pints of beer straightened up from under the bonnet. "I don't know what's wrong with it this time?" He said, stepping back and looking at me as I would another man if he showed interest in the woman whom I was with. "Never mind, John." Bruce reassured him, touching him on the shoulder. "We have an expert." "Will somebody try switching it on?" I asked, looking at the pile of grease and dirt in the engine compartment. Bruce sat behind the wheel and turned the switch. The battery tried to turn the engine. It was firing but nothing was happening. "Fuel." I said. "There is fuel in it." John said. "It's not making it from the fuel tank to the combustion chambers." I said, squeezing the top water hose and looking for the bubble of air in the expansion tank. Nothing happened. "When was this car last serviced?" The two men looked at each other. "MOT'd?" "We only use it to go to the shops and back once a week." Bruce was out from behind the driving seat and watching my actions intently. "Could just be you need a new fuel pump. Sometimes they seize up if the vehicle isn't used. Do you have a hammer?" "I'll get it," said John, stepping on board with surprising agility for a big man. He returned with a claw hammer. I took it from him, located the fuel pump and, with difficulty because of its position, gave it a sharp couple of taps. "Try it now. " I said. "What's he doing." I heard Sally ask behind me. "Fixing our car." John replied. Bruce turned the key and the engine whined, spluttered then burst into life. "Well done young man." Bruce said standing up. "You certainly fixed that." The Narrow Boat Ch. 01 "Only temporally." I said. "It'll seize again and again until one day it won't work again no matter how many times you hit it." "We need a new one then?" He asked. "They're easy to fit. Just four bolts and a couple of leads. Perhaps half an hour." "Could you do that for us?" Bruce asked. "If you're not moving on that is." I looked at their overgrown moorings and the way their gangplank had become imbedded into the soil of the towpath. They obviously hadn't moved in years. Probably wouldn't fit under some of the tunnels with the large satellite TV dish on their roof. "If the girls don't mind." I didn't really care whether I did or not, let it be their decision. I saw them look at each other. Gill nodded. "We're in no rush to go anywhere." Sally said. "We'd love to help you." Me she meant. "I'm sorry if the sounds of our engines starting disturbed you this morning," said Bruce, adjusting his silk cravat. "We have a generator in the shed over there that normally supplies all of our power but that stopped working last week." "I'm sure Rich would take a look at that for you as well." Gill volunteered my services this time. "We are going into the village now. Can we give you a lift?" John said, sitting behind the wheel. "There is a garage where we may find a fuel pump." "I'll stay here with Sally." Gill said. "You know what shopping we need." I sat in the rear thinking Bruce would sit in the front next to John but he sat next to me instead. He smelt of toilet water. Very fresh. "Excuse me." I said as we drove away. "Have I seen you before somewhere." "It's possible, a few years ago." He replied. He didn't expand. John did. "They made some films of his short stories." John said. He sounded proud of him. Bruce. "Oh, you wrote those stories on the Internet. I remember. I saw both films. I preferred the one in the Caribbean to the one down the Nile." "They're making a third." John spoke quietly as if he could be overheard telling a secret. "Not finalised yet." Bruce interjected. "What are you working on now?" I'd enjoyed reading his stories. The papers had reported he was a bit of a recluse and he only gave interviews on the understanding that no mention would be made of where he was living. "I haven't written anything in two years. The main story line dried up and I've been waiting for a new direction to explore." "You must be filthy rich. I wouldn't be living around here with your money." "You don't make that much. John handles that side. You have for years haven't you?" "Over twenty five." "Not always on that boat?" "No. Been here ten years now." He reached forward and touched John on the shoulder. I always imagined an outward sign of real affection between two men would revolt me. But this didn't. I was used to the displays of the gays in college. They did it more to shock their straight neighbours than out of real affection. This, well it just seemed as natural as if I had done it to Sally. "It doesn't upset you seeing us?" Bruce started then stopped as if lost for words. "No, it doesn't." I confessed. "Some men would feel threatened. Being in the same vehicles as two old queers." Surprisingly I didn't. But then I felt I knew him from his writings. It was as if he wasn't a stranger. We arrived in the village and visited the local shop first. I bought some large bottles of beer and some wine and the food we needed. On the way out of the village we stopped at the Garage. After much searching the owner managed to produce a re-condition fuel pump for the subsequent model of Cortina and assured us it would work. It would definitely work if his Garage fit it. We stopped in the village pub for a pint of beer before heading back. They sat together on a bench seat. Their knees touching under the table I noticed when I stooped to pick up a fallen beer mat. I still couldn't get over the fact that they lived as they did when he must have been worth millions. He had written straight adventure and romance novels in the past with moderate success. The sort of writer whom everybody knew the name of but you would never find anybody who had actually read one of his stories. I knew his erotic adventure stories had started on the Internet but they had been quickly picked up and turned into Paperback books, a TV series and two major movies. He must have made a mint, and yet, they lived as they did. I didn't get it. Then it occurred to me that I could make some money out of this. The quality broad sheets may keep there bargains about not revealing his whereabouts but I was sure certain of our Tabloid newspapers would jump at the chance to run stories about his whereabouts and life style. Only in the public interest of course. If I could add a few details about their bed room habits as well. I'd brought the Polaroid instant camera I used when I'd finally talked Sally into posing naked for me. Yes, I could make some money out of this. It would probably be worth a few thousands to him for the papers not to find out. We finished our drinks and went back to the boats. After a quick snack I left the girls sunbathing in Bikini's on towels on the roof of our boat and started on the car. It took twenty minutes to take the old fuel pump off and fifteen minutes to fit the new. There was a bit of a sense of achievement when the car started first time. I looked across at the girls. They were lying on their stomachs; Bikini straps undone at the back. Bruce handed me a cup of tea. "Thank you for that." He said, looking across to where John had climbed onto the empty boat and had started the engine. "Stephanie and Trevor, the owners of the boat will be down later this evening. We always start the engines and air the boat for them before they arrive. You'll like them. He's a Painter, she's runs her own publishing company. In fact she was the one who first published my Internet stories. My usual publisher said there was no market for that type of story." He had been wrong. "John and I usually like to have a lie down in the afternoon. Only for a couple of hours. I don't know if you will feel like working on the generator later." "I'll take a look at it now." I said. This could be the opportunity to look into their bedroom habits. "You have your lie down. I see you have some bits and pieces that might come in handy on the roof of your boat. You wouldn't mind if I clambered aboard and took a look." "Not at all." Bruce watched John climb back onto their boat and disappear into the main cabin. "Use whatever you need." He handed me a key to a padlock they went on board. I opened the shed. A petrol engine, forty-five horsepower generator stood on top of some wooden pallets. It was old. I checked the plug. It could do with a clean. In fact it was cracked. They needed a new one. We had some spares on our boat. I headed over to it. This would give me a chance to get the camera. I explained to the girls that I need some sparking plugs, they weren't interested, and went into the cabin. Gill's clothes lay on her bed where she had left them when she had changed into her Bikini. I couldn't resist picking up her green panties and sniffing at the crutch area. It smelled heavily of woman. I thought of taking them with me, keeping them as a trophy. After all, I was only the second man to get inside them, according to her. Maybe another time. I dropped them onto the bed and hurried into our bedroom. From the bottom of my case I took out my old Polaroid camera. Six exposures left inside it. I dropped it into the carrier bag I'd collected the groceries in and, finding a spare spark plug in the small box of tools under the sink, supplied with the boat, started back to the generator. Both girls were on their backs. Tits uncovered. I stopped to look for a second. Especially at Gill's. I felt my prick rising. Time for that later as well. I fitted the new plug in seconds. I hesitated whether to switch on or not. Do that later as well. If it worked I'd have no excuse to be on their boat. I went to it now. Climbing on board I crept to the riverside of the boat and along to where I thought their bedroom would be, in the bow. Like most people on narrow boats they kept the shore side curtains tightly closed when they required privacy but paid less attention to those on the opposite side. I leaned over the edge of the roof and looked inside. They were both lying naked, side by side. They appeared to be asleep. Perhaps I'd missed whatever they were going to do. No. Bruce stretched and turned onto his side to face John. He ran his fingers through his chest hairs, over the mound of his belly and down through his mass of pubic hairs until they rested on his balls. John opened his eyes and smiled. Bruce massaged his balls gently then picked up his prick and started stroking it. I watched, fascinated, as it grew. Bruce moved above John and kissed one of his nipples. Sucking on it as I would Sally's. He moved down the bed, stopping to kiss his navel and took John's prick in his mouth. I could see the engorged head as it moved in and out of his moth shining in its coating of saliva. I remembered the camera and took it from the carrier bag. Enough light was entering through the pulled curtains for me not to need a flash, that part had worried me. I pointed the camera through the window and pressed the button. I pulled at the tabs the released the picture for developing and reset the camera for another shot. I leaned back over the edge of the roof and looked into the window again. One of Bruce's hands was out of sight between John's spread thighs. Probably fingering his anus. The other worked in unison with his lips on his foreskin. As I watched John grabbed Bruce's head to hold it still as he came. Bruce was swallowing but some come still escaped from the sides of his mouth. He captured it with his tongue as he lifted his head. Bruce sat back on his ankles and accepted the jar of Vaseline John handed to him from beneath their pillows. He stroked his prick and smeared some of the lubricant over the tip of his prick whilst John turned onto his hands and knees. After applying first one, then a second application to John's ass hole Bruce knelt upright and positioned the tip of his prick against it. I took my second picture as he pushed inside. Hoping I captured the look of pain and surprise on John's face. I tore out the picture, reset the camera and peered through the window again. Bruce was moving in and out of John slowly. I could see he was saying something but couldn't catch the words. John started to push back, to meet his thrusts with his own. Bruce moved faster. John's fingers dug into the mattress. I heard him call out once as Bruce started on the short sharp strokes that, in me, would mean I was near to coming. With a final thrust deep into John's bowels Bruce remained still. I imagined his prick pumping and jerking. Coating John's insides with his come. I took a third picture and crept away. Back in the generator hut I pulled out the third print and laid it out, next to the others, on the top of the machine to dry. I kept taking looks outside. The girls were nowhere in sight. They must be developed by now. I picked them up one by one, holding the edges. I had been wrong. There hadn't been quite as much light in the cabin as I'd thought. In the first two pictures you could see what was happening, just, but not clearly enough to identify who was involved. The third picture was much better. I could clearly see John's ass cheeks with a prick wedged deep between them. It was definitely Bruce kneeling behind him. His mouth open and his eyes closed as he came. That picture was going to make me a lot of money. I switched on the generator. After one false start it burst into life. I checked the fuel gage. It read a quarter full. Underneath a tarpaulin against the side of the hut I found a Jerry can of petrol and nearly filled the tank, leaving room for expansion. I walked back to Bruce and John's boat and banged on the door. "I've fixed the generator," I called. I went back to our boat and entered through Gills entrance hoping she might be undressing. They were both in the lounge area. Neither spoke as I washed my hands in the sink. I dried them on a tea towel. "What's up with you two?" I asked, taking a beer from the fridge and popping its ring pull. "We saw what you did." Sally replied, shouting at me. "Are you some kind of pervert?" "What do you mean?" I shouted back. "You were taking photos inside their bedroom window." Gill stood up. Her tits wobbled as she continued. "We saw you." "It's nothing to do with you." I moved to pass her. She blocked my path. I looked into her eyes and smiled at her. She hesitated and stood to one side. I went into our bedroom area. Sally followed, sliding across the plastic door behind her. "Well?" She asked as I placed the camera in my case with the prints and closed and locked it. "Well?" I replied. She stood there looking at me. Her hands on her hips. "Look. We can make a lot of money out of this." "What do you mean?" "You know who he is?" "Yes. Of course." "The tabloid papers would give a lot for the story of where he lives and for proof he's gay." "I'm sure they already know. They know most things about celebrities." "Well for the pictures anyway." "What did they show?" "Bruce sucking John off then fucking him up the ass." "They're old men. Nobody's going to want to see pictures like that. It's disgusting." I was about to say that it was no worse than what we did but she wouldn't let me fuck her ass and her blowjobs were infrequent to say the least. "Here, look at them." I said, sitting down on the bed, opening the case and taking out the prints. She sat down next to me. "I shouldn't." She said. "What people do in their bedroom should be their secret." I pressed them into her hand. The first two had sharpened slightly but it still could have been anybody in them although what they were doing was clear to see. She studied the third one intently. I could feel my own prick rising as I looked at it with her. It must be her closeness. I placed my hand on the skin of her back between her Bikini bra and panties. She looked up from the picture, looked at me, then looked back at it. "He looks as if he's in a trance." She whispered. I unhooked her bra strap with one hand. I eased the straps over her shoulders and down her arms. Her tits fell free. The nipples were already hard. I felt one as she turned her head towards me and I met her lips with my own. I moved my hand down to the top of her bikini panties and slipped my hand under the elastic, my fingers feeling for her clit. Her gasp told me I had found it. Massaging it with my finger I guided her onto her back. Her own fingers fumbled with the buckle and zip of my jeans. I moved until I was kneeling between her legs as they dangled over the edge of the bed. I slipped my fingers inside her panties then pulled them off. I stood up, my jeans falling to the ground, joining her bikini and the photos, and looked down on her body. For once the sight of her open thighs and pussy didn't excite me as much as it had in the past. "Turn around and kneel down." I ordered. Surprisingly for Sally she did so without murmur. She had always insisted she didn't like it doggy fashion. Said it was too demeaning for a woman to give herself like an animal to a man. I knelt behind her and pulled wide her ass cheeks. I looked down at her ass hole. Tight and brown. One day, before we finished, I was going to fuck that. Why not today? I stroked my prick to full hardness and pushed it into her pussy. She gasped and groaned at the sudden invasion. She stiffened then relaxed as I built up a rhythm in and out. She started moving to meet me as John had done to Bruce. He pussy gripping and releasing my prick. I pulled wide her ass cheeks again to watch my prick moving in and out as I quickened my strokes. My prick glistened with her juices. It looked so wet. I could feel my balls lifting as I approached my orgasm. The muscles started contracting at the base of my prick. I pulled from her pussy and pushed the end of my prick into her anus. There was no resistance at first as I started shooting my come inside her. Then her ring tightened around me, trying to push me out. I was too wet and I had breached her defences. All she could do was kneel there, moaning to herself, as I finished coming and pulled from her. I watched as her anus slowly closed. Patted her on the ass and stood up. "Why did you do that?" She turned around slowly to face me. "I told you it wouldn't kill you. I bet you hardly felt it at all." "I felt it all right." "It's like loosing your virginity." I smiled at her as I pulled on my jeans. "It'll be easier next time." I picked up the pictures and showed her the one with Bruce up John's ass hole. "John liked it." "You're disgusting." She said slapping the pictures from my hand. "Don't be stupid." I placed my arm around her waist and pulled her to me. My hand felt between her ass cheeks for her anus. "Ow." She yelped. "Get lost." "Come on. It'll be easier next time." I suddenly wanted her again. I unzipped my jeans and stroked my prick in front of her. I could see Bruce's prick moving in and out of John's ass. "Kneel down." I tried to turn her to face the bed. "This time you'll love it." She pushed me away "There will not be a next time." "What do you mean?" I asked. "I don't want you anywhere near me again. In fact I think it best if you go." "Go where?" "Anywhere you want to. You always play at being the free spirit." "Let's see what Gill says shall we?" The door hadn't closed properly before and I could see Gill standing by the TV set. I put my prick away and fully opened it. "Gill." I called. She came to the doorway. "Sally says I should leave." I slipped my arm around her waist and onto her ass cheek. "What do you think?" "You Bastard." Sally screamed, first at me then at Gill. "And you. I thought you were supposed to be my friend." "I'm sorry." Gill burst into tears. "He said you had finished." "He's right there." Gill pushed my hand away. "I think Sally's right." Gill went and stood by her side. "You should go. I think we both should." Sally looked at her then hugged her. "No, you stay. I don't blame you." She looked at me then picked up my suitcase as if it weighed nothing and threw it at me. "Fuck off Rich." I caught the case and bent forward to pick up my photos. Sally stepped forward. "You don't need those." She said standing on one. I scooped up the others and backed out of the cabin. The girls followed. "Alright. I'll go if that's what you want." "We'll bring anything else that might belong to you back with us." Sally looked as if she wanted to hit me. "Don't come around for it. I'll drop it off in college." They followed me out on deck. "Look." I said. "Don't you think you're over-reacting?" "Not as far as you're concerned." I heard the bolts being slammed shut as they closed the door behind them leaving me alone on the towpath. What was I to do? A car was driving slowly along the towpath towards me. It stopped on the grass verge next to the empty boat and a couple in there mid thirties climbed out. "Hallo." The man, thin with long hair tied back in a ponytail said. The woman oozed style. Long blond hair dressed in a two-piece, dark blue, suit over a pink blouse. "Hallo." I replied. "Can we help you?" The woman asked looking at my suitcase. At that moment the door to Bruce's cabin opened and he stepped out onto the towpath. The Narrow Boat Ch. 01 "Ah you've met." He said as he approached. "Not really." The woman said, eyeing me up and down. "Let me make the introductions." Bruce smiled broadly as he saw my suitcase. "This is our new friend Rich. This is Trevor and Stephanie." Stephanie raised her eyebrows. Trevor smiled at me. "What's happening, Rich?" Bruce continued. "Leaving home?" "Something like that." I said reaching down for my suitcases handle. "Do you know where the nearest Bus stop is?" I hadn't noticed it clouding over. The first drops of rain hit my head. "It's miles to the nearest Bus stop." Bruce said. "It's raining as well. Come aboard and we'll discuss what to do over a nice cup of tea, or something. The kettles on." I followed Trevor and Stephanie onto Bruce's boat, glancing once in the direction of what had been mine. I was sure I saw the curtain twitch. We all sat at the table in the galley area of Bruce and John's boat. I sat next to Stephanie on one of the bench seats opposite John and Trevor. Bruce sat on a director's chair at the end. I was pressed into explaining why I had been told to leave my own boat. I thought quickly, as the truth would never do, and I think I gave them the impression that Gill and Sally liked each other more than they both liked me. Bruce opened two bottles of red wine and filled us each a glass. "What are we going to do with you now?" Stephanie asked. I could see I'd won her sympathy. Was it just the cramped seats or was her knee pressing against mine? I shifted along the seat until our thighs touched and smiled at her. She stiffened slightly but didn't move away. "We can't send you away this weather," remarked Trevor. "You'd best stay with one of us tonight and see if you can sort something out with your friends in the morning." I drank to that. Stephanie had removed her jacket and I could just see the outline of her bra through the material of her blouse. I watched from the corner of my eye as her breasts rose and fell with her breathing. I moved my thigh up and down against hers as we listened to Trevor giving details of the response to his latest exhibition of paintings. His name rang a bell. I remembered having a poster print of one of his Album covers on my wall in my early teens. Bruce refilled our glasses and told of the plot of his latest story. One of a dozen he'd started over the last few years but had never finished. "Excuse me for a moment please," Stephanie said, indicating she wished to stand. "I must freshen up a bit." I stood up and watched her skirt ride up her thighs as she slid along the bench seat towards me. She took my offered hand and stood up, releasing it to pull down her skirt. Bruce then had to stand to allow her to pass him on her way to their bathroom on the far side of their lounge area. "Well," Bruce said, as we resumed our seats. "We do not have a spare bed but we could make up somewhere for to sleep on the floor if you do not mind roughing it" "Stay with us," said Trevor, the hint of a smile around his lips. "We do have a spare bed and I can tell Steff would love to have you." "If you're sure I wouldn't be putting you out?" I tried to keep the enthusiasm from my voice. "It'll only be for one night." "It couldn't be for more than three. That's as long as we will be here this time. Just having a short break. The exhibitions finished and I'm away to the States the end of next week. Steff was finding things getting on top of her. Weren't you dear?" Stephanie had returned. Bruce and I stood up and allowed her to retake her seat. "What was that?" She asked as she finished sliding along the bench seat and rucking up her skirt, she'd taken her tights off. "Rich is going to stay with us tonight," Trevor smiled at her. She shrugged her shoulders. "If that is what you want?" She sipped at her wine. "Here, have some more," said John, offering to refill her glass for her. "You'll get me drunk," She said but didn't refuse. "I doubt I," Trevor replied, taking a small metal tin from his shirt pocket and taking out two hand-rolled cigarettes. "You at Uni?" He asked me as he lit one and passed it to John. I nodded. "You'll know what this is then?" More of a statement then a question. I nodded again. I knew. He lit the second, pulled deep on it and handed it across the table to me. I took it and lifted it to my lips. Stephanie placed her hand on my wrist. "You don't have to," She said, seriously. "It's alright," I said, drawing the smoke deep into my lungs and holding it for a few seconds before exhaling. I took a second drag and offered it to Stephanie. She shook her head so I handed it back to Trevor. "About the only thing you don't do. Isn't it Steff?" Trevor almost sneered at her. "Shut up," She snapped. "Come on children," Bruce tried to act as mediator. "Be nice." He took a deep drag on his cigarette then passed it back to John. "Steff will be up for anything later," Trevor said, passing the cigarette to me and taking another from his tin. "Oh leave me alone," She turned her head to the curtain. "I think we'll have some fun tonight." Trevor looked to Bruce and nodded towards the fridge. "Are you sure?" Bruce asked, looking at me. "Oh yeah," Trevor stretched. "Rich here is all grown up. You want to play with the adults, don't you?" "Depends what we're playing?" I replied. I must admit I felt relaxed. "Grown up games." "I can play games," I said, not really following him. Bruce had reached behind him into the fridge and took out a bottle of Vodka. He placed it on the table with a glass from the draining board. "Steff's medicine," Trevor said, pouring a triple measure into the glass and placing it in front of Stephanie. "I don't want it," she said, pushing away slightly. "Of course not," Trevor agreed. "Let's just leave it there." "You Bastard," she said as she picked it up. I noticed her fingers were trembling as she lifted it to her lips and drank. "That's better, Steff." Trevor watched her drink, topped up her glass and turned to Bruce. "What shall we play?" "Ludo," He said standing up and taking a box from the cupboard above our heads. "Ludo?" I said. It didn't seem very grown up to me. John stood up and went to the toilet. When he returned he carried a bottle of Brandy. I could see a bulge in his trousers. "Finish your wine," He said sitting down. "We'll use the same glasses." Bruce set up the board. "Well play the first game here," He said, throwing a dice. "Steff can play with Rich. If she isn't already doing so." "Fuck off," she snapped at him then I felt her hand on my thigh under the table. It just lay there, not moving. We played the first game. John won and I came second. It was warm in there. The atmosphere was heavy with the smoke from our cigarettes. "Let's move into the other room," said Bruce, picking up the dice and the Brandy. We all followed. Stephanie carried her own bottle and glass. I watched her ass. She stopped once and I squeezed it. She leaned her head back against my shoulder. The two large leather reclining chairs had been pushed to one side leaving a sizeable space clear in the centre of the room. Bruce pressed a button on the CD player. The room was filled with soft music. The board was placed in the middle of the room and we sat on the thick carpet around it. John poured some more Brandy into my glass. I didn't normally drink spirits but this was good. Another joint was lit and passed around. Bruce undid the top two buttons of his shirt then picked up the dice "This time we'll make it interesting," He said. "Yes." I heard Steff breathe beside me. "This time when one of your counters land you may choose the opponent of your choice and tell them to do something." "Like what?" I asked. I didn't really care. "You'll soon pick it up," Trevor said, looking me up and down. We played. Steff ran her fingers up and down my spine. I was sure Trevor could see but he didn't say a word. I could feel my prick growing. Trevor was the first to get a counter 'home'. "Give me your blouse. Steff." He said. "It's always me first," Steff complained with a slur on her lips but she removed it and put it on the floor behind her. I was second with a counter 'home.' "My turn," Steff said, spilling some of her drink. "You take your shirt off," She said to me. "Can't do that," Bruce said, pouring more Brandy into my glass and handing it to me. "You're on the same side." "Ok." Steff nodded. "John, your trousers." John lifted his ass with difficulty and pulled his trousers down. Bruce helped him to take his feet from them. Trevor had his second counter home. He passed me a cigarette and told Steff to remove her bra. I looked down at her bare tits; her nipples swam in and out of focus. "Have a feel." Trevor said so I reached my hand and squeezed one. Steff flinched slightly then smiled at me. Somebody else had a token 'home' and Steff and Bruce were helping me to take my underpants and trousers off. John was standing naked in front of me sprinkling something from a bottle onto a handkerchief. He held it under my nose. It was strong. I coughed. "Again." He urged. It wasn't so bad this time. I suddenly felt really randy. He held the cloth under Steff's nose. She breathed deeply and smiled at me. Suddenly she pulled my face to hers and planted her lips on my. I opened my lips to her tongue, fenced with it and followed it back into her mouth. Somebody was wanking my prick. It felt good. I turned my head from Steff and watched as Trevor took my prick into his mouth. I was about to protest when Steff pushed me onto my back and rubbed a nipple against my lips. What the fuck. Let Trevor give me a blowjob if he wanted too. His hand and mouth moved together and my hips responded. He was good. I sucked Steff's nipple and half her tit into my mouth, sucking on it like a baby. I could feel something cold and wet on my ass hole as Steff moved above me, straddling my face and lowering her pussy to my mouth. I pushed my tongue up inside her and heard her gasp. I licked and sucked on her lips, pulling her clit from cover and flicking it with my tongue. Somebody had pushed a finger up my ass and was working it in and out. Trevor moved his mouth and I tried to follow it with my prick. He was good. Steff rubbed her pussy hard against my mouth. I could hear her laughing and swearing. There was a flash of light then somebody heavy straddled my hips. Something wet and cold was rubbed on the head of my prick and I was entering someone. I heard a deep-throated grunt as the hole sank down on me, only stopping when their ass cheeks, prick and balls came into contact with my skin. He rose and fell. I feel his ass hole tightening and relaxing around my prick. Steff's thighs suddenly tightened around my head and she gave a cry and my face was flooded with her juices. She climbed from me and I looked down to where John was riding my prick. "Come on." He panted. "Give it to me. Fuck me." I automatically reached down for his ass cheeks as a flash of light temporarily blinded me. My balls began to tighten as I moved with him. "Yeah. Yeah." I gasped as I began to shoot inside his bowels. The light flashed again. He stood up. There were so many people standing around me. All naked. Steff's face swam into focus as she knelt by my side and ran her fingers down my cheek. "Turn over." She whispered. I did. First onto my stomach, then onto my hands and knees. She lifted my head and Trevor fed his prick into my mouth. There were hands on my ass cheeks pulling them apart. My hole was lubricated again as the camera flashed. I knew what they were doing. Let them. Something hard was pushed against then inside my anus. It hurt as it slid deep inside me. It was moved in and out, slowly at first, then with increasing speed. Then the pain was gone, replaced by a warm glow. I reached for Trevor's prick and worked his foreskin back and forth as he moved in and out of my mouth. The man inside my ass was coming. I could feel his prick pumping and his come spraying inside me. He pulled out of me leaving me suddenly feeling empty. Not for long. Somebody else was taking his place. I welcomed him inside me. I redoubled my efforts on Trevor's prick, soon rewarded with a mouth full of come. Before that day the only come I tasted had been my own. Now I wanted more. The prick was still moving inside my ass, the strokes shortening and quickening. I heard him gasping, it sounded like John, and felt him come inside me. Every nerve in my body seemed to be on fire. Steff was sitting with her back against the cabin wall. I pulled her to the ground and mounted her. Driving my prick inside her pussy with one thrust. She cried out then wrapped her arms and legs around me as I pumped away inside her. I pulled from her dripping pussy and looked around. She moaned in disappointment. I wanted more. I saw the tube of lubricating jelly they'd used on me lying on the carpet. Picking it up I spread some of the contents on Steff's ass hole and turning her onto her side rammed my prick inside it. She jerked as if I'd shot her. Then her body relaxed. I moved in and out fast and hard. Ignoring her occasional cries. Trevor moved to the other side of her and offered his prick to her lips. Her mouth opened to take him inside as I came. I lay still, my prick embedded deep inside her ass whilst she sucked her husband off only pulling out of her when I saw her head jerking with the force of his come and the movements of her throat as she swallowed. I turned around. John had Bruce's prick in his mouth. His ass was pointing at me. I moved towards him. Somebody was groaning. The sound was coming from a long way away. They groaned again. It was nearer this time. It was me. I opened one eye and looked around. There were naked bodies everywhere. Every muscle in my body ached. My ass hole felt as if it was on fire. I crawled on all fours to the bathroom reaching it as my stomach started to heave. Poking my head over the rim I barfed then threw up. I forced myself to stand up. Taking the toothbrushes from their glass I filled it with water and drank. I re-filled it and drank again. My stomach churned and I thought I was going to throw up again. I sipped at a third glass and it settled. I prodded gently at my anus with a finger. It was sore as hell. Looking at my finger when I took it away I saw that it was stained with shit and blood. I rinsed it under the tap. I sat on the toilet seat holding my head in my hands. Something moved inside me. I could have screamed out loud when it left me. I tried to piece together what had happened the previous night. Mostly I remembered flashing lights. A camera. Why would they take my picture? If they knew I had theirs. They set me up for it. Who would have told them? Only Gill had had the chance. Trevor and Steff were sure to have had mobile phones on them in their car so they could have phoned them to arrange things. They must have some relationship if they can ring two people and arrange that. It did read like one of the plots of one of Bruce's stories. Why the pictures? To threaten to use if I threatened to take my pictures to the newspapers? What should I do? And what was in that stuff they made me sniff? I could do with some of that. The pain in anus had subsided so I dabbed at it gently with some tissue. That was going to hurt for a day or two. I crept out of the bathroom without flushing the toilet and went into the kitchen area. If I remembered correctly John had reached up to the overhead cupboard after he had finished with the glass bottle. I opened first one then the other. Ah, there it was. I took it down. Only a small part of the label remained. A capital 'A' and a small 'm'. It was three parts full. I walked back into the living room. I was starting to feel a little better. I found my clothes and started to dress. I looked around as I did so. The clock on the wall read six thirty. Sally and her early morning runs had conditioned my body to wake at this time. Everybody still looked out to the world. I looked down at Stephanie as I tucked my shirt into my trousers. She lay part on her side part on her back. I knelt by her side opened the bottle and held it under her nose for a few seconds, replaced the stopper and pushed her gently onto her back. I could smell the contents of the bottle faintly as I opened her legs and looked down at her pussy. I ran a finger up and down her slit then pushed it inside her. I could feel my prick stiffening inside my trousers so I took it out and stroked it. She opened her eyes slowly and held out her arms to me. I leaned over her and sank my prick deep inside her with one thrust. I pulled out and did again. She wrapped her legs around me as I drove into her. Her breathing came in short gasps as I quickened my strokes. I could feel myself coming so I pulled from her hole and sprayed my come over her pussy lips and pubic hairs. She tried to hold me to her but I shook her off and stood up. There was a look of frustration on her face I bent over, took her hand, and placed the index finger against her clit and rubbed it. I stood up and watched as she frigged herself in front of me. I took a deep breath and removed the stopper from the bottle and sprinkled a few drops by the heads of the others. Bruce was the last as I stood up I saw his digital camera on the shelf. I placed the bottle in my pocket. Checking the camera was on and had power I pointed it at Stephanie and took two shots of her as she came. She had one hand on her pussy the fingers of the other in her mouth sucking them clean of my come. I saw that Trevor was stirring, then, with his prick hardening, I watched as he mounted Stephanie. I clicked the camera again. Both their faces were in frame. I moved the camera for a shot of his prick inside her. Bruce was sucking on John's prick. He eyes were still closed. I knelt to take a shot, hopefully capturing both faces. My own prick was hard again and I thought of having Stephanie again or even one of the male ass holes on offer but fought against it. I sprinkled a few more drops of liquid into the air and took two more shots on the cameras widest lens setting and left. Taking both the camera and bottle with me. I opened the engine cover of Gill and Sally's boat and removed the spare key from its hiding place, shown to me when I'd been given a tour of the boat. I opened the door and slipped inside. Gill's bed hadn't been slept in. I walked past it, through the living area and the three empty wine bottles and into what had been Sally and my bedroom. It looked as if the girls had slept together for mutual protection. They both wore night dresses. I held the open bottle under Gills nose whilst she took four breaths and repeated it to Sally. I stood back at the foot of the bed and waited camera in hand. * * * * * Comments are welcome.