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Subject: The Boston Tea Party Chapter 9 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 9 by Jonah What an afternoon. Jake seemed to be everywhere. Tables needed to be moved. Chairs needed to be moved. A big trifle was organised. Finger snacks were prepared – what Jonah called “horses’ doofers” (which puzzled Kori and Liam, who had never heard of “hors d’ouevres’). All the stuff we had brought from Walmart had to be brought in from the minibus and sorted and stowed wherever it needed to be. Jake was in the midst of all this. Jake, we discovered was a supervisor. Kori do this, Liam do that, Simon Can you do the other? That’s me, and if there is one accomplishment of which I’m proud, it’s my ability to do the other. But Jake hadn’t finished by a long way. “Oh, Sammy have you seen the sheet-cake?” Sammy hadn’t. Nobody had. Jonah had seen Luke take it out of the van. “Oh Pete, can you go and ask Luke what he did with it”. “Best not Peter. Jake, he’s a bit busy at the moment. We don’t need the cake right now”, said Jonah. “But I do want to know where it is”. “No you don’t”. “Jonah, you’re up to something”. “Yes”. “What?” “Ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies”. “Hmmmmph! Pete can you get the salad things from that basket? There’s a bowl somewhere.” Ian and the Professor were supervising the blowing up of balloons and stringing up of bunting. Apart from the invisible Luke, everyone was doing something. Neil arrived with Peter and his mom and they all wanted to know if they could help. Jake seamlessly added them to the number of the supervised. Next to arrive was Ning, and his mother thanked Jake profusely and then disappeared as usual. Jake was about to have another go at persuading her to stay, but he wasn’t quick enough. Mr. Ito came next with Garret and Riku, and with Garret’s keyboard. We weren’t expecting that. While Mr. Ito was setting up the keyboard Kori and Garret disappeared into the stable. Jake, Sammy and Pete were busily arranging food on the izmit escort bayan big table when Luke appeared and had a whispering session with Jonah. Jake pointedly ignored them. Jonah nodded and Luke disappeared back in the boys’ room and reappeared with the errant cake. At least that’s what I think it was. I had seen the cake when Jake bought it, but on that occasion it wasn’t iced blue. It didn’t have a pair of hands, drawn in pink and white icing, clasped in friendship and laid corner to corner, and the word “FRIENDS” hadn’t been beautifully piped in white icing below them. Luke placed his masterpiece in the centre of the table. Jake surveyed it in silence for almost a minute and then, with one finger, beckoned him to approach. As soon as Luke was within reach Jake grabbed him and hugged him, lifting him bodily off the ground and saying, “Way to go Champ!” He put him down and said, “Simon, Mr Ito is in the TV room. Perhaps you’d like to take Luke in to see him”. Well Mr. Ito understood immediately why we wanted to consult him. He suggested a figure but said that it was only a suggestion and he could get it confirmed by tommorrow evening. He also offered to act as an agent for Luke so that, if the price was too high, Jonah’s boss wouldn’t be able to blame Jonah. Then he asked what Luke would do with the money once it was his. Luke hadn’t thought about it. So Mr. Ito suggested he asked Jonah to put it in trust until he was eighteen. Withdrawals from the trust would need two signatures. Mr. Ito himself was prepared to be one of the signatories if Jonah would be the other. Luke said he would be happy with that and went to find Jonah. I sat down on the couch and watched Mr. Ito setting up the keyboard and amplifier. “You good brother to Luke”, he said. “He deserves a good brother” I replied. “You good family. You very lucky to have good family. I nearly lose my family. That I could not bear.” “They’re not my real family”, I pointed out. “Real family”, he responded. “Simon I know who your father was. It was on the news. He very brave man. Would be proud of you”. “Sometimes I wish he wasn’t a brave man”. “No! You wish he didn’t die – that he is still here to see you grow up, but you don’t wish he is any different from the brave and good man that he was. He died making the world better, and now you carry on his work by giving Luke a family”. I honestly hadn’t thought of it like that. Abby’s mum and dad came in so I introduced them to Mr. Ito. Then I went in search of the others. I was introduced to Deputy Morgan, and to Mr Prince from Jake’s school. There were lots of people here now and Kori and Peter were engaged in giving sleigh rides. The railway room was another focus of attention as people admired Peter and Neil’s handiwork. I found myself a job handing out drinks to all and sundry. The Professor was in the midst of everything. All the adults wanted to meet him. Some already knew him, and it was surprising izmit eve gelen escort who he knew. Pizza arrived and suddenly the focus of everything was the kitchen, which wasn’t designed to hold almost two dozen people. No worry’s. Jake has obviously held party’s before. People laden with food are despatched to the four corners of the house and sit about chatting amiably whilst feeding themselves. To good-natured people who are enjoying themselves there isn’t any such thing as an obstacle. As dusk fell the kitchen had taken on the appearance of a war-zone and people were finding places to sit around and chat happily. The Professor and Mr Ito started ushering people to the TV room. Every available chair had been assembled in there whilst people werent looking, and the TV had been upstaged. The temporary seating had been arranged with the resident seating to form a circle centred on a battery lantern placed in the middle. When everybody was seated, and the lights dimmed, the Professor stepped into the centre. He had draped a blanket over his shoulders. No, not one of Jake’s. This one was decorated with colourful badges of all sorts of shapes and sizes, many of them bearing the arrowhead device of the Scout Association. “My friends” he began. “You are about to experience a rare, but exciting, phenomenon. I’ve had this blanket since I was a Boy Scout, and I’ve been involved in many Scouting activities and it’s badges bear testimony to that. Many Scouts have been involved in camp fires, but we would be foolish to light a fire in Jake’s home. You are here to take part in what few scouts ever have – a camp-lamp. Rare indeed are the camp-lamps that the world has witnessed and it gives me great pleasure to introduce you to your camp-lamp leader, Garret Ito” There was applause as Garret stepped into the ring, and the Professor produced a folded blanket from under his own, and handed it to Garret. “Every camp-fire leader needs his blanket and you’ll see that Garret already has some badges on his. Those are of the troops to which I have belonged because Garret is my friend. To accompany Garret and assist him in leading you we are priviledged to have his cousin Riku. ” Riku sat at the keyboard and struck up some familiar chords by John Philip Sousa. Garret told us that it was our warm up and he looked forward to seeing who could sing it right through. Then he led us into a growling but determined rendition of “Be kind to our web-footed friends”. By the second verse we had all joined in the singing and, four verses in, we were almost falsetto. Abby and Liam found that they could sing another verse after Garret had stopped the rest of us. Everybody spontaneously applauded them. Then Garret introduced us to the “Patagonian Shepherds’ Song”. That got all the children and a few adults on their feet in a sort of swaying conga singing “Tomorrow we’ll have kippers for tea” . We sang “Home on the range”. izmit otele gelen escort We sang, ‘just for the Britishers’ ( Garret insisted), “Lloyd George knew my Father”, and Jonah insisted on singing the tenor line (which he knew from its “Onward Christian Soldiers” ancestry). We had a rest while Garret sang “Tit-Willow” from “The Mikado” (ah! THAT’S what Riku played on his violin last night). We then ran through “Danger! Men at work”, then “Anchor’s Aweigh”. We sang “A Ram Sam Sam” and it’s Pizza hut variant with actions. We sang “God bless America”, then we all stood for “God Save the Queen,”, followed by “The Star-spangled Banner”. Before anybody was allowed to leave Neil said that Peter had a presentation to make. For Ian, Peter had carved a pair of elephant bookends. The detail in the animals was intricate and superb. It had been carved from oak but apart from its colour, it could have been elephant hide. To the Professor he presented a blackthorn walking stick with a large turned knob for its head. On the sides of the knob was carved the Scout Association’s arrowhead badge. Peter made both presentations and said that he hoped they would remind the pair of their friends in Ashfield. It was a tired but happy crowd who staggered home to their beds – those who were going to their beds, that is. Abby’s mum and dad took her away, Neil took Peter and his mother away and Mr. Ito took Garret away. Riku, it seemed, had asked permission to stay and, in a moment of weakness, Jake had consented. Showers were a bundle of fun, but I could have guessed that I would be showering with Riku. It was the first time I had seen him completely naked – well, close-up at any rate. I could see why he was hard to resist. I found him hard to resist. Back in the boys’ room I found myself sharing an air bed with him. Well that was nice. We must have fallen asleep almost immediately in each others’ arms. It was not morning when I woke. Riku was moving about. I couldn’t see him in the dark but I could feel his arms somewhere about my midriff. He was clearly looking for something, and I could guess what. He moved again and a soft foot caught the side of my face. That told me all I needed to know. It moved away hurriedly but I reached and caught both ankles and pulled his feet in for a hug. That was when Riku found what he was looking for. He had gently taken it in his fingers and begun to stroke it as his head lay across my legs. I felt the soles of both of his little feet with my cheek and then turned and licked his heel. Slowly I moved up the foot until I was sucking on his toes. He continued stroking me, more quickly now, and then a tongue touched my shaft. It worked up slowly too, until it found the head, then I was in. It didn’t last long after that and we both fell peacefully asleep again. 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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