Date: Sun, 1 Mar 2015 19:49:48 +0000 (UTC)
From: Koos Smit <kooss@rocketmail.com>
Subject: BEACH FRONT BOY PART 10

Beach Front Boy

Part 10

All too soon that glorious first summer holiday on Skobbejak came to an end
and we started preparing to receive the ten 12 and 13 year old boys who
would be joining us for the school ship voyage to Madagascar.

To make tuition and co-ordination with their schools easier in the six
months that they would be with us, I had decided we would only take boys
who were within a two grade band.  For our first `Voyage of Adventure and
Discovery' I had pitched the marketing at boys in grades 7 and 8 (12 to 13
year-olds).  The response had been overwhelming and the ten available
places had been oversubscribed three or four times.  Johan and Dirk helped
me to choose the ten boys, although it has to be said that their
preferences were almost entirely based on the photographs of the boys that
the parents were required to submit with their applications:

`This looks like a rugby player, Uncle Jonathan, can we take him?'

`Okay, this oke looks like a weed, let's chuck him'

`We gotta have this one, Dad, just imagine your cock in that mouth'

`Uncle Jonathan, can't we have full length pictures of them next time?  In
cozzies or even kaalgat! You can't tell what their bodies look like from
these head shots!'

The boys worked extra hard during the week before our passengers were
expected to arrive: scrubbing, cleaning, polishing, painting and varnishing
until Skobbejak positively gleamed and sparkled.  The engine, the
generator, the pumps and all the ship's electrical and other systems had to
be checked and serviced.  Fuel and water tanks had to be filled and
provisions planned, bought and stowed.

Finally everything was ready to receive our paying guests, who were
expected to arrive at various times on a certain Saturday.  On the Friday
evening before this I held a crew meeting in the saloon and gave the boys
their final briefing and instructions.

`Right after this meeting I want you all up on deck to get your hair
trimmed.' I said to them, 'And remember that the dress is navy blue rugby
shorts and white T shirts tomorrow while the parents drop off their kids.
We don't want them thinking you're a bunch of savages!'

`Aw, do we have to wear shirts? It's so hot!', several of the boys groaned,
and `But we all had haircuts last month', moaned others.

`Yes, you do have to wear shirts.  It's just one day, for goodness sake,
you won't melt!  And, yes, you do have to have your hair trimmed!' I
laughed.

`What about sex?' asked Johan.

`Only in the privacy of the crew quarters or in my cabin after lights out.
And definitely no sex with the students!  I'm serious about this, boys.
These kids come from a very different world than yours.  They are all from
wealthy families and they and their parents would be shocked rigid if they
knew what you guys get up to!  And that would be the end of our business.
So let's just take it easy for the first while, okay?'

`Just because their dads got money and posh cars don't mean they don't get
down and dirty sometimes, Uncle Jonathan', said Johan.

`You could be right, Johan', I replied, `But that doesn't change anything.
We have to assume they don't.'

On that last night of total freedom for the next six months the boys pulled
up the gangplank, roped off the gangway and organised a sex party in the
crew quarters to which I was also invited.

The invitation, neatly handwritten on a piece of stiff paper and
illustrated with stick figures of boys with huge erected cocks and balls,
read:

`The horny boys of the Skobbejak

Request the pleasure of the Captain's company

At a Fuck Party.

Where: In the Crew Quarters

When: Tonight from 9pm until whenever

Entry: You need a Stiff Dick to enter

Dress: Come in sarong.  Take it off when you like.'

I smiled to myself.  At least the lectures in social etiquette were being
put to good use, I thought.

At 20h30 I watched from the wheelhouse as my boy crew lined up eagerly at
the forward coach house giving entrance to the crew quarters where Dirk and
Johan had been busy ever since supper.  Dressed now in just their skimpy
sarongs, they had shampooed their freshly cut hair, scrubbed themselves
shiny and positively drenched themselves in deodorant spray before rushing
to get in line.  As they waited to be allowed below, they jumped up and
down on their leathery bare toes and jostled each other in their
excitement, their faces lit up with joy, their eyes sparkling and their
muscled brown bodies glowing with health.

Finally the small double doors to the coach house opened and Dirk and Johan
emerged to an excited ripple of noise from the boys.  Then Dirk evidently
asked them something and every boy's hand shot up. `Me! Me!' I could hear
them calling.

Dirk grinned and said something to Johan.  Johan grinned back and then
walked slowly down the line, looking the boys up and down.  As he came back
to the head of the line he touched first Jens and then Rijn on the
shoulder.  Each of them immediately scampered to the head of the line and
squeezed past Dirk to go below.

Dirk explained something to the remaining boys.  Then, two by two, they
shuffled forward and Dirk inspected each boy's cock for hardness before
letting him go below.  As their flimsy sarongs concealed nothing, the
inspection required little more than a glance at the mostly tented sarong
fronts and a quick grip of each boy's cock.

After the first two boys scampered down the ladder it seemed to take an age
for the next two to be called forward and inspected.

Ben and Erik were the next two, but they had waited so long that their
cocks had gone limp and so they were sent to the back of the line again,
where they frantically pumped at their little cocks to get them hard enough
to pass muster.

Finally, all the boys were below and Dirk glanced in my direction as if to
say that it was time for me to come also.

Watching the ritual that the boys had just gone through had my cock
standing at attention and I had no difficulty in passing Dirk's entry test.
When his grip on my big swollen shaft lingered beyond what was necessary to
determine if it was sufficiently hard, I caught his eye and raised an
eyebrow quizzically.

Dirk grinned in reply.  Without letting go of my cock, he said, `It's been
a week since you fucked me, Dad!  I'm just remembering what you feel like!'

I clipped him gently against the back of his head.

`Okay, funny boy', I chuckled, `You can be first tonight!'

`Actually, either Ben or Rijn will be first', Dirk replied, `To enter you
have to deposit your fee in the one of the slot machines.'

I raised my eyebrow at him again.

`Ben and Rijn are the slot machines, Dad.  To get entry you got to insert
your cock in one of their slots and deposit some cum.'

`Okay, I get it!  Clever!', I replied, `So that's why it took so long to
get everyone through!'

Dirk clambered down the ladder ahead of me.  When I joined him on the deck
below I saw that a curtain had been rigged at the end of the landing area
to screen off the rest of the crew deck.  Just before the curtain there was
a table that Rijn and Jens, now naked, were lying over.  They gripped the
far edge of the table with their hard little hands.  Their arses faced me,
their thighs spread apart and their toes just touched the deck.  On their
butt cheeks Johan had written with a thick felt-tipped pen: `Please insert
cock and deposit one wad of cum'.

Each of the two had just been fucked hard in quick succession by three boys
and now they were about to be fucked by Dirk and me.

Johan, playing doorman, quickly unknotted our sarongs and dropped them into
a cardboard box with all the others.  He squirted a big dollop of lubricant
jelly into his palm and slathered our cocks ith it. Then he squirted some
more into Rijn's and Jens's cracks and worked it in and around their holes
with his strong index and middle fingers.

From the slippery, cum-smeared appearance of Johan's big half-erected
shlong and the shiny spatters of cum on his brown legs and feet I could see
that he had already made his own deposit.  He caught my glance and grinned.

`Ja, Uncle Jonathan, I made my deposit already ... Twice!', he said.  Then,
holding up three fingers, `Three times if you count Dirk and me trying it
out when we was setting up!'

I chose Rijn and stepped up behind him.  Next to me Dirk had already rammed
his rock hard boner into Jens's welcoming arse.

Rijn's well used hole was flexed wide open already and its black depth
winked at me where it nestled between the firm round mounds of his smooth,
teak brown butt cheeks.  Cum dribbled copiously out of the open hole and
either ran down the inside of his thighs or dripped in long silver ropes
onto the wooden planking between his feet.  His hard, lean young body
glistened with sweat.  I stepped up between his legs, the planking slippery
with cum which was now dribbling directly onto my feet.

I could see he was straining to flex his hole open even further open to
accommodate my girth.  I nestled the tip of my cock against the elastic
entrance to his fuck channel, leaned over his back, gripped his shoulders
in my hands and pushed my cock in firmly but slowly.  Rijn drew in his
breath sharply as I entered and then his breath came in quick gasps and
pants as his tight but yielding anus drew me in steadily. When my groin
came up against his butt cheeks, Rijn let out a long satisfied sigh and
then started sliding himself backward and forward on my shaft, actively
fucking my cock.  As the pleasure built up in my cock, I began to take over
the fucking and was soon ramming into him so hard and fast that he began to
alternately squeak with pain and croon with pleasure.

After about 5 minutes of hard fucking Rijn cried out with delight and I
felt his hard young body buck and shudder underneath me as a long and
ecstatic hands-free climax convulsed him.

Five minutes later I felt my own climax building to a crescendo and I
quickly withdrew, flipped Rijn onto his back, reinserted my cock and lifted
him off the table.  He flung his arms around my neck, wrapped his legs
around my hips and rode my cock hard into an explosion of ecstasy as I shot
jet after jet of hot cum deep inside his warm and slippery fuck channel.

With Rijn still impaled on my still hard cock I carried him through the
curtain into the crew quarters, now converted with some clever, though
primitive, lighting and sheets hung from the overhead beams, into an
imitation of a sleazy dockside club.  The boys sat or lay about on
mattresses and cushions strewn about the floor.  Against one bulkhead they
had constructed a kind of sofa out of packing cases, a mattress and
pillows.  Johan ushered me to take my seat on this.

Against the forward bulkhead they had constructed a makeshift stage with
more packing cases, overlaid with canvas.  From an overhead beam a single
spotlight illuminated the stage.

As I sat down on the sofa, Rijn planted his knees on the mattress either
side of me and, his arms still around my neck, began raising and lowering
his body on my now slowly softening shaft, willing it to harden and stay
inside him.

As Rijn continued his efforts to revive my cock, Tiaan and Joshua stepped
onto the stage.  Tiaan being a provincial gymnast and Joshua being
naturally athletic, they had worked up a highly erotic gymnastic routine
that ended with Tiaan fucking Joshua in an impossible position which soon
had me hard again quite independently of Rijn's efforts and soon the 11
year old was practically purring with pleasure as he rode my cock and I
masturbated him in return.

In the next act Dirk fucked the 6 year old Erik while Johan fucked his 8
year old brother, Jens.  It would probably be more accurate to say that
Dirk and Johan had their cocks fucked by the two younger boys.  As always,
the strength, passion, vigour and single-minded intensity that the two
young brothers put into their fucking was a massive turn-on in itself and
the reason that they had become everyone's favourite fuckmates of late.

By now Ben had replaced Rijn and was kneeling between my knees as he
deep-throated my cock.

The final act started with Dirk lying on the stage and stroking his swollen
cock.  Johan then came in, straddled Dirk and took Dirk's cock up his arse.
Then Joshua came in and inserted his cock into Johan's arsehole together
with Dirk's, stretching Johan's hole almost wide enough to take Tiaan's ham
fist.  After a while Tiaan came in and started fucking Joshua's arsehole.
Jul came in and fucked Dirk's mouth.  Then all of the younger boys except
Ben came up at once and stuck their cocklets into any spare mouth they
could find.  Ben was by now impaled on my cock with his back to me, his
eyes glazed with lust and his mouth hanging open slackly as he rode up and
down my shaft like a machine.

After the last act we all ended up on the mattress and cushion strewn floor
and the night was given over to seemingly endless rounds of hard, no
holds-barred sex in between frequent breaks for snacks and cold drinks.

The boys were fit and tireless and their energy was infectious.  Spurred on
by this I managed to fuck every one of the boys that evening ... some more
than once.  It was well after midnight when, one by one and two by two, we
all started drifting into deeply satisfying sleep in whatever cum puddle we
happened to be lying at the time.

Despite going to sleep very late, we were all up early the next morning and
the boys quickly cleaned up the mess in the crew quarters and then showered
off the film of dried cum, sweat, grime and the general detritus of man or
boy sex smeared over their bodies before changing into their navy blue
rugby shorts and white T-shirts in readiness to receive the students who
would be arriving on that Saturday.

One by one during the course of the day our paying guests were dropped off
by their anxious parents.  They arrived wearing navy blue rugby shorts and
white T-shirts as per the written instructions I had sent their parents.
Most of them, being Durban boys, came barefoot.  A few arrived wearing
sneakers and socks despite having been advised in advance that shoes were
not permitted on board.  But they quickly and happily removed their shoes
and socks on coming aboard and seeing all the other boys barefoot.  I
smiled when I overheard one of them saying crossly, `I told you so, Mom!'
as he handed his shoes and socks to his parents to take back home with
them.

I met and welcomed the parents and their sons as they arrived.  I then
handed them over to either Johan or Dirk, depending on whose watch the boy
had been dealt into.  They would take the boy and his parents first to the
boy's quarters and then on a tour of the ship before bringing them back to
me to finalise certain administrative issues.  This included receiving
their son's passport and pocket money for safekeeping in the ship's safe.

By late afternoon all ten students had reported on board and were being
briefed and oriented by their watch leaders, Dirk and Johan.  The reception
procedures had gone pretty smoothly, although I had a few anxious moments
in one case.

Stefan, a handsome Afrikaans 13 year old, was delivered by his father, Hein
Smit, who was well known in Durban as a Mixed Martial Arts fighter.  Hein
was a big superbly muscled man with piercing blue eyes.  His blonde hair
was shaved in a crew cut.  Dressed in baggy shorts and beach slops, he was
shirtless except for a scrap of a waistcoat whose sole purpose was clearly
to showcase his sculpted pecs and abs and his bulging shoulders and
arms. Every boy aboard recognised him at once and crowded around him
excitedly.  Stefan was the image of his father, with the same piercing blue
eyes and bristled blonde hair.  He was barefoot, of course, and his T shirt
and rugby shorts fitted tightly on his muscular young body.

Johan was down below at this moment, settling one of the students into his
quarters, so he missed the initial excitement.  When Johan joined us
afterward, a momentary falter in Hein's voice and the way Johan's eyebrows
shot up in surprize for the briefest of seconds alerted me to the fact that
they knew each other.  They gave no further sign of it, however, and I
refrained from saying anything myself.  After this, the way they eyed each
warily, while carefully avoiding making eye contact or speaking to each
other, seemed to confirm my first impression.

I strongly suspected that Hein may have been one of Johan's clients or that
he may have come across him at one of the legendary Rajah's Palace
weekends.  I realised that it could become very awkward if that were the
case and that there was a danger that Hein might withdraw Stefan.  I
decided that the best way to deal with the situation was to give them the
opportunity to chat privately, without involving me.  So I suggested that
Johan show Hein where his son would be living while I had a chat with
Stefan.  Despite an obvious hesitance, Hein and Johan both left and went
below.

While they were away I engaged Stefan in conversation.  He told me that he
and his dad lived alone together and that his mom was not around.  He was
very proud of his father's fame and success as a MMA fighter and wanted to
follow in his footsteps.  He told me that he was home-schooling three days
a week but the other four days he spent all day in his dad's gym: training
hard on weights and in wrestling and Muay Thai kickboxing.  His hard and
exceptionally muscular young body was testimony to the hard work and
dedication that he was putting into his future career. He had been fighting
in junior competitions since he was 10 years old.  He told me proudly that
he had fought in 60 fights since then and had only ever lost five.

Johan and Hein were away for a long time but eventually emerged smiling
from the small after companionway which led down to my own cabin.  Hein had
his arm around Johan's shoulders and Johan had his arm around Hein's waist
as they came up to me.  They seemed a little flushed and I noticed that
their shorts fronts bulged rather more prominently than they had before.

`I just realised that Johan and I know each other from somewhere', Hein
said vaguely.

`Small world!' I remarked.

`Yes Uncle Jonathan', said Johan, `And Uncle Hein asked me to keep an eye
on Stefan and teach him everything I know!'

`Well', I chuckled, `I hope Uncle Hein knows what he is letting Stefan in
for!'

`Oh, I know exactly!', said Hein with a wink, `And I wanted to talk to you
about the possibility of rather letting Stefan bunk with the crew ... to
get the full experience, if you know what I mean.'

`Erm ... I'm not exactly sure ...', I hedged.

`Look, can we talk in private?', said Hein.

`Sure, we can go to the wheelhouse', I replied.

Alone with me in the wheelhouse Hein explained:

`You see', he said. `Stefan and I have been alone since his mother left us
when he was about 3.  I don't blame her.  I realised soon after we married
that I have always been gay, although I could not admit it to myself when I
was younger.  She had custody of Stefan at first but then brought him back
to me because her new boyfriend did not want to take on someone else's son.
Johan told me about you and him and I am sure he will tell you about him
and me.  He was a rent boy that I picked up on the beach front one day and
I became a regular client until recently when he seemed to disappear from
the beach front.  Now I know what happened to him and I am very pleased for
him.  He is a really great kid and deserves the chance you are giving him.
Johan also told me about the great relationship you have with your son.
Stefan and I have a similar relationship.  I would like him to share the
same experience that your boys have.'

 `Well, there are a few spare bunks in the crew quarters, but you do
realise that I cannot give you a reduction in fees just because he will not
be living in the more comfortable accommodation that you have paid for', I
said.

`No problem at all! The extra tuition he will be getting will more than
make up for it', Hein said with a wink.

`And one more thing ...' I said, `Although you have already given
permission for your son to receive corporal punishment in line with
education department regulations, you have to understand that my crew boys
are subject to much harsher corporal punishment.  If you have no problem
with that I will be happy to sign your son on as the second paying crew
member!'

`Johan told me about that and I have no problem with it at all.  Stefan is
a tough kid.  He has grown up in the MMA cage and knows how to both take
and give a beating.  I have never been one to spare the rod myself and I
trust you not to take it to extremes', he replied.

`Then let's shake on it', I said, holding out my hand, which Hein grasped
and shook.

`One last thing ...' I said, `Did you fuck Johan just now?'

Hein grinned broadly.

`Actually, I did ... I hope it's not a problem.  Johan showed me your cabin
and then locked the door and stripped ... how could I say no?'

`How indeed!', I laughed, `When Johan offers you that stunning body of his
no one can say no!'

`You can say that again', Hein agreed.

`Perhaps you would like to spend some time with Stefan before you go?', I
offered, `You are welcome to use my cabin'

`That would be great', Hein replied, `And perhaps you and your son could
join us?'

`Just what I had in mind!', I replied.

Over the next hour the four of us shared both the tender love and the
animal lust of father and son sex.  For myself, though I loved having sex
with all my boys, sex with my son Dirk was always particularly special.
Watching Hein with Stefan I realised that, though their love-making was
hard and rough (perhaps not surprising given Hein's profession and Stefan's
own passion for it), they too had a very special bond and loved each other
deeply.

Although Dirk and Stefan were both prepared to bottom for each other, it
was obvious that they both actually preferred to top and, like boys
everywhere who meet for the first time, spent much of the time trying to
assert dominance over each other.  Their fucking quickly devolved, quite
literally, into a cock fight in which they seemed almost to take turns in
raping each other violently.  Hein and I stopped what we were doing for a
while to watch the two boys as they lustfully wrestled and rutted, their
back, buttock and thigh muscles bunching and writhing as they ploughed each
other's arses with their eager cocks.  Ultimately Stefan, clearly the
harder and stronger of the two boys, won the competition, pinning Dirk down
and fucking him vigorously until he climaxed, which he did with a grinning
bellow of triumph.  Dirk did him the honour of cumming almost
simultaneously on the bedcover beneath him.

Although we had some exceptionally big boy cocks on board (and I was glad
to see that Stefan was no exception) it was great to feel Hein's man-sized
cock up my own arse for a change.  Hein's cock, though impressive, did not
match my own for length and girth, so that when it was my turn to fuck
Stefan, it was quite a painful ordeal for him at first.  I withdrew and
said that we should stop as I did not want to hurt him, but he manfully
insisted that we carry on.  We did and, although it became easier as we
went along, I could see that it was painful for him right to the end.

`That's good, my boy, I'm proud of you', said his dad while I used part of
the bed sheet to wipe up the cum dribbling out of his now well-stretched
bumhole.

`Thanks Dad', Stefan beamed.

`Yes, you did great', Dirk added, `A few more fucks from my Dad and it
won't hurt any more'.

`Thank you, Uncle Jonathan', said Stefan as he stood up, gingerly reaching
between his legs to finger his tender anus, `That was real lekker, even
though it was fucken sore!'

We all laughed at the rueful expression on his handsome face.

When, soon after, we exited my cabin through the saloon one of the new boys
was sitting alone at the table thumbing through a small photo magazine.  He
had green eyes and a thatch of sun-bleached strawberry blonde hair and I
remembered that his name was Ian.  He had taken off his shirt to reveal a
broad-shouldered, nicely muscled swimmer's or surfer's body with a golden
brown tan.  He looked up at me mischievously and asked with a wink,

`Did you guys have fun, Captain?'

I stopped and looked at him quizzically, wondering what he might know or
have guessed.  He looked back down at his magazine without waiting for an
answer, but I saw that he was scratching his cheek with his middle finger
extended out of his fist in the well-known sign for fucking.  I realised
that he knew exactly what we had been up to and I thought, now what?

I decided to brazen it out.

`Actually Ian, we did, thanks', I said, `Next time you should join us'.

Ian looked up from his magazine with another cheeky grin,

`I'll take you up on that, Captain!  I thought I was gonna be bored but I
can see this is gonna be a real fun trip!'

I reached over and picked the magazine off the table.  It was a
well-thumbed copy of a boy porn magazine.  I looked from Ian to the
magazine and back to Ian.  Ian was completely unfazed.

`You wanna use it, Captain?', he asked cheekily.  As he said it he turned
to me, moved his legs slightly apart and placed the palm of his hand
against his cock, which was clearly erected and hard under the fabric of
his shorts.  I was not sure if he was referring to the magazine or his cock
and I realised that the double entendre was intentional.

I paused and then I smiled as I handed the magazine back to him.

`Another time, perhaps', I said.

`Sure Captain, just say when!', he replied with a broad grin.

As I turned to go up on deck I thought to myself; `That boy is either going
to be a lot of fun or a lot of trouble!'

* * * * * *

In the harbour alongside at night we always had just one boy on watch at
any time.  With the exception of Erik, who was just too young at 6, the
boys took it in turns to stand two hour watches through the night from
lights out at 22h00 until reveille at 06h00.  As there are only four two
hour watches between those times, this meant that the boys stood harbour
watch only once every other night.  Once the students had completed their
first week's orientation and deck hand training, they would also join the
watchkeeping system, although after that we would be at sea and would
operate a more rigorous system.

About half an hour after lights out I always did my final rounds of the
ship before turning in for the night and that Saturday was no exception.
After stripping and showering in my cabin I changed into my sarong and then
I started my rounds at the wheelhouse where the boy on watch was usually
stationed if he was not doing rounds himself.  I found Tiaan there and he
greeted me a little breathlessly.

Though not on watch, Josh was also hanging about in the wheelhouse, looking
a little sheepish.  I knew Josh and Tiaan had become very close lately.  In
fact, they were more than close: they were obviously completely infatuated.
They were together all the time.  They were constantly touching, stroking,
holding hands and kissing.  They even shared a bunk, not a comfortable
arrangement at best in the cramped spaces of the crew quarters.  However,
there were two bunks in the forepeak that were slightly wider than the
other bunks that lined the sides of the crew quarters.  These were
originally allocated to the two watch leaders, but Dirk had given up his so
that Josh and Tiaan could sleep together.

`But when you guys break up, it comes back to me!', had been Dirk's only
condition.

The boys termed this kind of relationship as `being boyfriends'.  I liked
this term because it avoided the labelling attached to who took the
dominant and who the submissive role in the relationship.  I found it
interesting that, without this labelling, `topping' and bottoming' became
roles which the `boyfriends' would continually swap, depending on the
situation.  Referring to your boyfriend, or any other boy for that matter,
as your `bitch' was strictly prohibited.

Although the general rule on Skobbejak was that no one was allowed
exclusive rights to anyone's sexual favour, the boys tacitly accepted that
when two boys were `boyfriends' they were, by and large, out of general
circulation ... if they wanted to be, that is ... everyone accepted that,
when it comes to sex, boys are naturally promiscuous: in other words, that
boys are basically sluts!

These love affairs seldom lasted for more than a week.  Break-ups were
usually mutual, never dramatic and quickly forgotten.  In this respect I
often thanked my stars that I did not have a ship full of girls!

I knew from their tented shorts that Tiaan and Josh had probably been
making out before they spotted me approaching the wheelhouse.  Strictly
speaking my standing orders forbade boys on watch to have sex while on
duty.  But I did not enforce the rule while we were tied up alongside.  Of
course it was an entirely different matter at sea, where the infraction
would have earned the culprits a sound whipping.

`Geez, boys, can you just keep your hands out of each other's pants until
you go to bed!', I joked.

`Sorry, Uncle Jonathan', the two boys chorused.

`That's okay, I'm just teasing you', I replied.

`We were just experimenting to see if we could cum from tongueing', Josh
added.

`So did it work?', I asked.

`We dunno yet', said Tiaan.

`Well you better carry on where you left off, then.  Let me know if it
works', I said, giving each of them a quick hug before leaving to continue
my rounds.  They needed no further encouragement and before I was out the
door they had resumed `sucking face' as the boys called it.

I then went forward to check on the crew quarters.  I found Johan and the
new boy, Stefan, intertwined in the other forepeak bunk, already far down
the road of mutual stimulation and quite oblivious to my presence.  Jens
and Erik were missing from their bunks and I guessed that I would find them
in my own bed, either asleep or, more probably, engaged in sex play while
they waited for me to join them.  Ben was also missing but I supposed that
he may have gone to the head to relieve himself.  Rijn, Jul and Dirk were
all asleep in their own bunks.

I climbed back on deck and then went below amidships to check on the nine
students in the guest quarters.  It had been a very busy day for them and
it seemed that they were all asleep behind their closed cabin doors.

Just as I was about to mount the companionway ladder to go on deck I heard
sounds coming from one of the cabins.  I moved close to the cabin door and
listened for a moment.  From the name card on the door I saw that the cabin
had originally been allocated to Ian and Stefan.  Stefan's name had been
crossed out since he had been moved to the crew quarters, so Ian should
have been on his own in the cabin.  There were a few thumps from the other
side of the door and then some urgent murmuring followed by a muffled yelp.
At once I pushed the door open and switched on the cabin light.  Startled,
Ian jumped back and stood wide-eyed with his back against the bulkhead,
desperately but inadequately trying to hide his hugely erected cock behind
his hands.  Bent over the side of the bunk with his legs spread apart and
his toes on the deck was Ben.  Ben looked sideways up at me and grinned
sheepishly.

I looked Ian's body over appreciatively for a moment.  As I had seen
earlier in the day, he had the lean and muscular build of a swimmer or
surfer.  His whole body was deeply tanned, except for a creamy white band
around his middle that was obviously usually covered by his swimming
shorts.  His long thighs swelled pleasantly and his calves bulged very
prominently above long well-shaped feet that were obviously used to going
bare.  His uncut cock curved gently upward to where it bobbed excitedly
against the ridged muscles of his belly.  An untidy thatch of straight
red-gold hair crowned an attractive, impish face, hanging over his ears and
his beautiful green eyes.

`So what's going on here?' I asked quietly, not wanting to disturb the
other boys.

After the initial shock Ian had quickly regained his composure.  He had
noticed my interested gaze linger over his body, and he had recognized the
lust in my eyes.  The familiarity of this restored his confidence.  His
mouth widened in the cheeky grin that had enchanted me earlier and he
slowly moved his hands to his sides, making no further attempt to hide his
erected penis, which stood out hard and proud.  Indeed he seemed almost to
be displaying it for my view.

`Wow, that sarong really looks sexy on you, Captain', said Ian.

I did not answer.

`Ben, what did I tell you just last night?', I asked.

`No sex with the guests!', he replied at once, looking like `Oh shit, I
just remembered!'.

`So what now?', I asked.

`You gotta whip my butt!', Ben replied, with a rueful smile.

`That's right!', I said.

`Captain, it's not Ben's fault ... it was me that asked him to come here!',
said Ian.

`So you'll take his butt-whipping instead?', I asked him seriously.

`Sure!', said Ian at once.

I looked into Ian's eyes for a moment.  His steady green eyes held mine.  I
liked what I saw.

`Okay, Ben, skedaddle back to your bunk and go to sleep.  Remember next
time you ask before you have sex with one of the guests!'

A relieved Ben quickly pulled his shorts on and skedaddled.

`So would you have said okay if Ben had asked you?', Ian asked.

`Probably not then', I replied after a long silence while I thought about
it, `But now I probably would'.

Ian grinned broadly at this.  Then he looked serious for a moment.

`So you gonna whip my butt now?'

`Not this time', I replied with a wink, ruffling his red-gold hair a second
time that day, `But now you owe me!'.

`I'll pay up now if you want', he grinned, turning his back to me and
looking over his shoulder as he bent slightly, spread his legs and pulled
his butt cheeks apart with his hands.

`Tempting though that is', I said as I playfully slid my middle finger up
his crack, `I think I should get to know you better first!'

As my finger touched his pucker I saw it widen instantly into a deep and
open hole, a sure sign of a frequently fucked and well trained bum hole.  I
felt my cock come to life at the realisation and very quickly it was
lifting up the front of my sarong.  Ian slid onto his bunk and lay on his
back, fingering the tip of his cock and eyeing my rapidly tenting sarong.

`You sure, Captain?  I'm a good fuck you know!'

`Says who?' I asked teasingly.

`My dad ... my uncle ... my other uncle ... my three older brothers ..' he
replied, counting off on his fingers, `My cousin ... my swimming coach
... the man next door ... a bunch of my dad's mates ... a bunch of my
brothers' mates ... the TV repair man ... the pool boy ... the paper boy
... there's dozens more!'

`Wow, that's quite a list!', I said, feeling my cock hardening with each
finger that Ian ticked off.

Suddenly Ian swung his feet to the deck and sat up on his bunk, reached
across the narrow space between us and slipped his hand under the flimsy
fabric of my sarong to grip my cock.  His eyes widened at once:

`Wow, that's thick!', he said, lifting the fabric up to expose my whole
shaft, `Flippen thick and flippen long!'

`Fuckit, Mister, I never had something that big inside me before!', said
Ian in awe.

`Started something you can't finish?', I teased.

`No way, Captain, I'm not scared of anything!', he replied.

I reached out and pushed the cabin door closed, locking it with the push
bolt. Then I unknotted my sarong and let it fall to the deck.

Immediately Ian leaned forward and took my cock in his mouth.  His wide
mouth took my considerable girth quite comfortably and soon his head was
bobbing rapidly up and down the top third of my shaft, while his tongue and
lips worked an incredible magic on the tip of my cock.  After a while he
stopped bobbing up and down and started slowly working my cock steadily
deeper and deeper into his throat.  After swallowing a couple of
centimetres he would stop moving and breath quick and fast through his nose
for a bit while he tried to relax his throat muscles a little more before
pushing down further.  When he had managed to take about two thirds of my
cock down his throat he suddenly he pulled off my cock and spun around to
lie on his back with his head hanging off the side of the bed so that his
mouth and his throat aligned in a straight line.  Ian was obviously very
experienced at this!

`Put it in again, Mister, slowly, and slide it all the way into my throat',
he said.  I pushed my swollen purple head into his gaping mouth and then,
slowly, centimetre by centimetre, I pushed my shaft down his throat.  Being
deep-throated by this expert 13 year old was an unbelievable turn-on: I
loved watching the progress of my thick penis down his throat as it
actually seemed to swell the front of his smooth young neck.  Finally, and
incredibly, my whole shaft was inside his mouth and throat and he started
doing a swallowing movement that really set me on the high road to climax.
Involuntarily I started fucking his throat.  I saw Ian's eyes widen
momentarily in panic and he pushed against my thighs with his hands, but I
kept going, steadily faster and harder.  In minutes my cock went into spasm
and the exquisite ecstasy of climax flooded through my body as I squirted
every ounce of cum straight down Ian's throat.

`Wow! That was fantastic!', I panted when the last delicious shudder had
convulsed my body.

Ian sat up, grinning widely.  He tried to speak but his words came out in
hoarse squeaks and quacks.  He seemed to have lost his voice for the
moment.

`Are you okay?', I asked him anxiously, wondering how I was going to
explain this to a doctor.

For answer he bobbed his head and gave me a thumbs-up sign.

Then I had an idea and I said to him:

`Let's carry on in my cabin, there's much more space there'.

He mouthed the word `cool' but barely a whisper crossed his lips, so he
confirmed his agreement with another thumbs-up sign.

`Now I know how to keep you quiet!', I teased.

Ian grinned in reply.

I scooped up my sarong and we both padded naked through the saloon to my
cabin.  Going through the first door, which I latched securely against
being disturbed, we entered the small lobby where my private head and
shower, as well as the ladder leading to the upper deck, were situated.

I pushed open the door to my cabin, to be greeted, as I expected, by the
sight of Jens and Erik sitting up on my bed side by side with their backs
against the pillows, grinning and masturbating each other.  Their black
hair and mahogany all-over tan contrasted starkly with the big fluffy white
pillows they were leaning against. They were completely unfazed by the
presence of a stranger.

`We been waiting for you, Uncle Jonathan', they chorused.

`Yes I know', I replied.

`Hullo!  You gonna fuck with us?', Jens asked Ian.

Ian grinned widely and bobbed his head.

`You really white around your middle!', said Erik, `Check! We brown all
over!'

`That'll change when we get to sea, Erik', I said, `Then Ian will be able
to go kaalgat all day just like you'.

Ian jumped onto the bed and scrambled up to sit next to Jens.

Jens reached out his other hand at once, closed his fingers around Ian's
still erected cock and began to pump his hard strong little hand up and
down Ian's shaft.  Ian lay back with his eyes shut and his hands behind his
head, a blissful sigh escaping his lips as he enjoyed Jens's expert
manipulation of his throbbing penis.  Soon Jens let go of his brother's
rigid cocklet and rolled over to take Ian's hard fat meat between his lips.
Erik quickly scurried to the bottom of the bed where I was standing,
enjoying the show, and dangled his brawny little legs over the edge, his
hands holding his hard little cock perpendicular and his smiling blue eyes
inviting me to suck it.

I smiled at the 6 year old's eagerness, went down on my knees between his
spread-apart thighs and took his cock, quivering like a live thing, between
my lips.

By the time I had worked Erik up to a long and shuddering climax, my own
cock had come alive again, so I flipped him over and fucked his tight but
compliant bumhole until I cummed a second time that night.

After that Erik and I cuddled on one side of the bed and he went to sleep
in my arms as I watched Ian fucking Jens long and hard next to me.  Jens
convulsed into a long dry orgasm just before Ian went into spasm and
reached the climax that he had been craving for all day.

Almost immediately afterward Jens fell asleep.  By then I was hard again,
so Ian and I gently moved Jens and Erik to one side of the bed and Ian
eagerly lay face down on the bed, his middle propped up with pillows and
spread his butt cheeks open for me.

As he did so I noticed for the first time that his otherwise perfect arse
bore a latticework of many faint silver scars, barely visible against the
smooth creamy white skin of his buttocks.  I wondered what that was about
but I said nothing.

I thought he would be as tight as Stefan had been, but my swollen cock slid
in comfortably after just a modicum of resistance in the beginning.  From
this and from the expert way Ian actively worked the shaft and especially
the tip of my cock with his sphincter muscles I realised that Ian was
indeed a very experienced little fuck.

As I banged away at Ian's delectable young arse I reflected on the good
fortune that had swelled my boy harem by two more sex hungry young boys in
just one day.

Later, as we lay cuddled together in the glow of sexual satisfaction, I
mentioned this to Ian and I wondered idly how many of the other new boys
harboured similar lusts.

`Prob'ly all of `em, Uncle Jonathan', he said in a hoarse whisper, his
throat just starting to recover from the deep throat hammering it had
gotten from my cock, `I never met a boy yet that didn't love sex after I
showed him!'

`Actually, that does seem to be true!', I replied, `But how much experience
could a young boy like you possibly have had introducing boys to sex?'

`Plenty, Uncle Jonathan! Plenty!' Ian replied empatically, `I got chucked
out of a couple of schools every year since I was six for "corrupting"
other boys.  If they could just keep their fucken mouths shut!  I teach
them the greatest thing they ever gonna know and they gotta go and blab
about it to their moms and dads!'

`Oh ho!', I chuckled, `So is my boat school then the last hope for you?'

`Sure!', Ian said unabashed, `There's no school in Durban will take me
anymore!  When my dad saw the ad he said "Fucken fantastic, they won't
chuck you off in the middle of the ocean!"'

I laughed out aloud at this.

`What does your dad think about you being such a sex addict?'

`He thinks it's cool.  He says it's not me that has a problem ... it's the
tight asses that run the schools!  It's just all the money I cost him when
he has to pay people to make the complaints go away!'

`I'm sure that can be a problem', I said as I probed his bum hole absent
mindedly with a finger.

`But sometimes they wouldn't take the money and I had to go to court!'

`Ah!', I said, `Is that where you got those scars on your bum?'

Ian reached behind him and ran his fingers over his buttocks as if trying
to feel the scars.

`Ja', he replied, `That was the fucken pits!  Three times I got twelve
lashes down in the basement there at the police station.  You know, that
place where you can hear the boys screaming when you pass in the afternoon?
I always feel sorry for them `cos I been there and I know what it's like.
Every time they whipped me I had blood running down!'

`Ouch, that must have been terrible!' I sympathised, my cock hardening at
the mental picture of Ian lying naked over a wooden bench as a policeman
whipped his arse bloody with his long yellow rattan cane.

`That's for fucken sure!', Ian replied vehemently, `But you know what's
funny?'

`What?', I asked.

`When the magistrate sentences me he tells me what a perv I am and how I
deserve to get locked up forever to keep the innocent boys of the community
safe.  Then when I go down into the basement this big fucken police
sergeant comes and fucks my arse stukkend (broken).  And his mates also
line up for a fuck.  Then he whips my arse bloody with this big fucken
cane.  Then, while I'm still shaking and crying and I can hardly stand up
straight, he makes me suck his cock that's still got his cum and my shit on
it. And when I'm finished he says I'll make a great rent boy and I must
come work for him and he will make sure this never happens to me again!'

`So did you become a rent boy then?', I asked.

`I didn't then', said Ian, `I thought "fuck him!  I wanna do sex for fun,
not to make someone else money".  And the second time it happened I still
thought "fuck him!"  But after the third time I thought "Okay, this is
getting serious.  How bad can it be?"'

`So do you know Johan and Ben and the others in my crew who used to be rent
boys?', I asked.

`No', he replied, `Maybe they hustled the beach front.  I did more call boy
work, where I went to guy's homes or hotels.'

`Did your dad know?', I asked.

`Sure!  He didn't mind.  He said at least it keeps me out of trouble.  He
thought it was a big turn-on actually!  He used to get all his mates to
book me for fucks!'

`So how did you get out of it?'

`I'm not out of it.  I don't really want to get out of it.  I like the sex
too much to give it up!  It's just I can't go to a proper school now, so my
dad arranged for me to go on your school boat for a while till things
settle down a bit.'

`I see', I replied, `So to get back to my question, you think every boy is
a potential sex addict like you?'

`Sure I do!  There's at least four boys in those cabins who I'm gonna fuck
before the week is over!  And I'm gonna fuck the other four the week
after!'

`If you can pull that off you can join my crew permanently!' I said

`You serious?', Ian asked.

`Sure!'

`Okay, you're on!' he said, `I'm gonna hold you to that!'

`And in the meantime' he said, closing his hand around my now fully erected
cock, `Are you gonna let this go to waste or are you gonna fuck me with
it?'