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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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