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Subject: The Boston Tea Party Chapter 13 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 13 by Jonah Kori and I took our time going to sleep. There were other things to do. When we finally did drift off, wrapped around each other, we stayed drifted off. Daylight finally woke me and Kori was moving about. At least he had moved. He was at the other end of the bed and was gently massaging my feet. I siezed the two lovely feet that lay at my end. For me, nobody had feet like Kori had. I might have been a little biased in his favour, but I was happy to kiss those feet and to gently caress them. That was all I got to do because guess-who came in from next-door totally in the nude. Liam, don’t you ever wear anything?” I asked. “I’m just going to shower”, he said. “Jake says you’d better too. C’m on!” Well we all headed for the shower and how come I drew the short straw again? Can’t somebody else wash Ning? No, I didn’t ask that. I didn’t really mind because, however impossible Ning was, he was fun. It was better this morning because I was in a better mood. Of course there was no less wastage of strawberry shampoo, or of water. People were sliding about on the floor in it. What the heck? izmit escort bayan Ning is a child and what else is childhood for? Breakfast in the hotel restaurant meant a chance to say goodbye to Kevin and his boys. Oddly enough I felt sad to say goodbye to Cody. I felt I had been a little hard on the boy, but when I said that to him he disagreed. “Nah! It’s only what I deserved”, he told me. “Lots of people tell me so but I guess I don’t learn”. I gave him a hug and told him I hoped I’d see him again some day. He gave me a quick kiss which didn’t surprise me in the slightest. Soon the goodbyes were said, and we had packed and checked out. This time our journey on the I-84 would take us across two state lines, into New York and then into Pennsylvania at Tri-State Park. The pleasant road to the I-84 took us alongside the broad Housatonic River. Pleasant little villages catering for campers and fishermen abounded. We happilly chattered in the back of the minibus and the time went quickly. At Newtown we joined the I-84, which was yet another tree-lined motorway. When we got to the sign marking the state line of New York, Pete said that it was not how he had visualised New York. Jake laughed and I had to explain to my brother that we were in the state of New York and not the city. Like so much of America, it was trees as far as the eye could see. Occasionally the Interstate had been cut into the top of a hill, so the trees would be stood on top of a high rock face, but still – pretty much trees. Suddenly the scene opened up and there were mountains ahead. It was as if we were on top of the world and this beautiful vista opened up before us. Soon we were through those hills and on the double viaduct that crosses the mighty Hudson River. To the North were more hills and to the South the tree-lined banks were pock-marked with the signs of human habitation. Soon after the turn-off for New York Stewart Airport Jake turned us off the Interstate for a comfort break at MacDonalds and a fuel stop for the minibus. Then it was back onto the I-94 and heading for the Pennsylvania state-line. We crossed the state line as we crossed the Delaware izmit eve gelen escort River. From that point it was just an hour to Scranton. To be honest I had never believed Scranton was a real place. I had always believed it was a name made up for the song “The Rhythm of Life” so as to rhyme with Canton. It was real all right. We first reached the buildings in Steamtown and Pete and Liam immediately decided it was their kind of town. Many buildings would have been at home in the 1920s and those that wouldn’t bore names like “Iron Horse”, “The Railroad”, or “The Station”. The people of Steamtown , Scranton certainly took their railroads seriously. At the end of the line of shops we took a left and ducked under an iron railroad bridge to come out alongside a line of locomotives comprising a sparkling 4-8-4, a twin unit diesel and a diminutive saddle tank. But off to the left, Liam had already spotted the Loco he wanted to see, and so, for that matter, had I. Union Pacific No. 4012, a huge, majestic “Big Boy” exactly like Liam’s model, stood there in all her glory. All right her paintwork didn’t sparkle like the 4-8-4’s but, when a locomotive is that big, it can’t help but be impressive. Jake parked in the car-park and we all piled out. We found that there were 28 locomotives around the site and in the sheds, including a sectioned one, like the Merchant Navy at York. After lunching we filed around the various exhibits but Liam and I inevitably drifted back to the Big Boy. A middle aged man was painting red oxide onto the rear engine steam pipe on the side away from the roadway so I walked round and asked him about the drive for the front engine motion. “She’s got a steam reverser,” he said, and showed me the small steam piston that lifted the valve drive just behind the top of the radius rod. Liam said that he had a model of a Big Boy, and the friendly man was interested to hear all about it. We exchanged addresses so that Liam could send the man (his name was Abe Jones) a photo of his model, and then Abe offered to let us have a look in the cab. “I shouldn’t really because it’s not open to visitors, izmit otele gelen escort and it’s very dirty up there, but if you’re careful, I reckon it’ll be alright”. Well we were careful. In fact we were fascinated. Abe had to unlock the perspex cover from the steps so that we could get up, and it was a long way up, but it was worth it. We had to leave about 4pm so as to get back on the road for Ashfield but we all felt we had had an exciting day. At dusk we watched the sun set behind us and gradually seven little boys drifted off to sleep (all right some of us weren’t so little but, I have to say, that didn’t keep us awake). I was awakened by Kori kissing me. “Nearly there sleepy-head”, he said. “Sleepy Head?” I said. “As I recall, you were asleep before I was” “Yeah, and awake before you were too,” he said critically. “I couldn’t sleep once you started snoring”. “Doesn’t seem to have bothered you for the last few days” I commented. “That was because I had better things to do than sleep”, he replied. We were back in Ashfield just before nine o’clock and Jake suggested Kori cook something light for supper while he checked the horses. That seemed to suit everybody. We settled in the TV room to eat our supper and watch part of a National Geographic programme that Liam wanted to watch. He didn’t watch much of it. Before long Liam and Kori had dozed off either side of Jake, Sammy was lying with his head in my lap, Pete and Luke in Jonah’s lap and Ning lay face down on the floor with his feet in my lap. Jake had dozed off too, not surprisingly after all that driving, and Jonah and I just let it happen. Around half past ten Jonah decided to stir people to get them to bed. Jake revived, told everybody it was bed time, and staggered to his room. It must have been the first time in his life Jake had gone to bed without a shower first, and I suspected he’d be up early to put that right. Not wishing to disturb him, everybody except Jonah piled into the boys’ room and were asleep in no time. 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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