Date: Wed, 03 Feb 1999 07:10:06 PST
From: David Lundquist <davidi50@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Sailing Trip

The Sailing Trip
by David Lundquist

It was late Summer the year I was 28 years old. I was working in the State
Department and was attending a seminar down at a small town at the southern
coast. A friend of my father heard about it, and called me at my hotel
asking if I could do him a favor. He knew that I had experience with big
sailboats, and he wanted his 40 feet sailboat sailed home from his Summer
cabin near by my hotel. He should have done it himself the coming weekend,
but he had to go to a meeting in the US unexpectedly. So if I could sail
the boat home for him? It would only take a couple of days, and I should be
able to do it in the weekend. It suited me fine, as the seminar ended
Friday, and I had no car with me. We made all the necessary preparations by
phone, and the boat was very well equipped with sailing clothes, food and
drink. The weather forecast for the weekend was warm and sun, with a bit
wind. I was already looking forward to it.

Friday at lunch the wife of my father's friend called me. They had a small
additional problem she wanted to know if I could help them out with. They
had the thirteen-year-old son of her second cousin from France visiting
them. But she was invited to visit a friend in the weekend, and she did not
want to bring the boy with her. So if I could take him along on the trip?
He was used to sailing at home, and would enjoy the trip she was sure. He
was a quiet and pleasant boy, and should be no problem. I could do with
somebody to help me sailing the boat, and I agreed at once. I was a bit
hesitant about the language though, French was not one of my foreign
languages, but she assured me he spoke very well English. So it was
settled.  She would drive the boy down early Saturday morning, and drop off
the boy at the boat. She would bring everything the boy would need, so
there was nothing for me to worry about.

I took the bus out to the their summer cabin Friday evening after the
seminar had ended, and settled down in the boat. It was a Sweden Yacht 38,
very nice, and it looked promising. I had a nice dinner and a bottle of
wine I found in a cupboard, and went early to sleep in the big cabin in the
back.

I had just finished my breakfast in the cockpit the next morning when car
with the wife and the boy drove down to the docks. Astrid, the wife, and
the boy came down to the boat. Astrid presented me to the boy, and I almost
lost my breath when I looked at him. He was so incredibly beautiful! I had
never thought that boys could be really beautiful in the same sense of the
word as girls, but Jean, as was his name, was something of the most
beautiful I had ever seen, girls included. He was about one head lower than
I was, had black thick hair cut in a page cut hanging over an oval face
with golden spotless skin. His eyes were striking blue and some of the
biggest I've ever seen. He had a big sensual mouth with bright red and
clear-cut lips, behind which I could see a perfect row of big sparkling
white teeth. He had a short sleeved white tennis shirt and tiny white
shorts on. His longlimbered legs ended in spotless white knee socks, and
his skin was smooth and golden brown. He was not especially feminine and a
typical boy in his body, but still so beautiful that I lost my speech for a
few seconds. He took hold of my hand, bowed and said good morning with a
French accent. I stuttered good morning back and his hand was burning in
mine long after he let go of it.

We had the boat ready for sailing in about ten minutes, and soon we were
gliding out of the small bay with the main and genoa set, while Astrid
stood back at the dock waiving to us.  After helping me with setting the
sails, Jean sat back in the cockpit with me, his big eyes gliding over the
boat and the surroundings. Very soon we were halfway over the first small
fjord we had to cross, and the stiff shyness was gone from the boy. We
started talking, and I got to know that he came from Nice, and that he did
some sailing there with his father. He followed everything I did with his
big eyes, and after we were settled on our course, I showed him around in
the boat and the equipment. I asked him I he wanted a beer, and after
hesitating a bit, he said yes. He took over the helm, while I went down to
pick up a couple of beers. I gave him one, and he tasted it careful. He had
never drunk any Norwegian beer, and at home he was not allowed to drink
beer, only wine with water.

There were no clouds and the sun was beginning to get real hot. The wind
died away, and soon we were laying motionless in a sea like a mirror. I
took off my T-shirt, and lay down on the deck after having put the boat on
autopilot, enjoying the life and the beer. After some time Jean took of his
shirt too, and stretched himself out on the deck beside me. His chest was
as perfect as his face. Still just a boy, but with well-proportioned
muscles who talked about what a great body he would get. When I
complimented him on his muscles and told him that he looked strong for
being only thirteen, he answered that he swam at the school team, and I
could see that he was proud of his body. His skin was the same golden all
over his body, and he had no hairs on it. He was so beautiful, and I could
not help staring at him. He noticed it, and got a bit shy again.

The wind died completely, and halfway to Ferder Light House, we were laying
all still in the water, the sails slapping a bit while the boat heaved some
in the swells that came in from the ocean out there. I had become so hot
now, that I had to take a dip in the inviting water. I went down in the
boat, changed to my swimsuit, and threw out a long line in the sea. I told
Jean to look after the boat, and dived into the water. After swimming a bit
in the refreshing water, I went aboard again, and invited Jean to take a
swim while I looked after the boat. He looked like he wanted to, but
hesitated. I asked him if he did not want to swim, and then he told me that
he had forgotten his swimsuit in Oslo.

"That does not matter" I assured him, "swim naked."

Jean looked astonished at me, "I cannot do that!"

"Why not? Nobody can see you here." And that was true, there was no other
boat to see out on the water. "

But he hesitated still.

"You are not afraid to show yourself naked to me?"

"No.." he kind of mumbled and blushed a bit.

"So, hurry up before the wind comes back."

To show him that two boys like us could be naked together I pulled off the
swimsuit while standing out in the cockpit with him. He looked shy away,
but not before I felt his big eyes glide over my body. I sat down naked,
and now Jean could not let be anymore. He turned his back to me, and
quickly pulled down his shorts and a tiny brief. Naked he went up on the
deck in the back and I could not help enjoying looking at his naked body.
He was somewhat whiter where his shorts had been, and he was a bit more
like a small boy now, with his little bubble behind.

He jumped out in the water, swam around a bit, and yelled back that it was
lovely. After some time I asked him to come up in the boat, I could see
some wind coming farther out. He climbed up in the boat, and now he could
not avoid showing himself naked in front to me. I could see that he was
still a small boy between his legs, although I could see a few dark hairs
down there. But his dick was a small boydick with the foreskin like a
little nozzle. He was blushing hard and looked down. He was really shy!

"Sit down here in the cockpit and let the sun dry you." I told him when he
started going down inside the boat.

He sat down on the bench opposite me, and now he was a bit less shy. I was
completely fascinated by his body, it was like having a classical statue in
front of me, he was just a bit more child here and there. I did not dare to
speak, as I was afraid of him notice something strange with my voice. He
noticed that something was a bit different, but did not say anything.

We sat there for a while and just looked at each other while the boat
glided over the calm sea.  To my utter surprise I could feel that I
actually got hot by looking at him, it was almost like having a naked girl
in front of me. I had never wanted boys before, and could not understand
what was happening with me. I should have dressed there and then and told
the boy to do the same, then everything would have been simpler, but I did
not. I had to find something to say, and was filled with relief when I
remembered that we had to use some suntan oil.

"I think I will put some suntan oil on, or else I'll get all burned."

I took a bottle of suntan oil I had brought out in the cockpit earlier, and
started to apply it on my arms, chest and legs. But I kept clear of my
groin. If I touched my cock now, I was sure I would get a hardon in a
second.

"What about you? Do you get burned easily?"

"Oh, yes, sure."

"OK, here's the bottle." I threw the bottle over to him, and watched him
applying it over most of his body. But he kept clear of his groin he too!

"Can you do my back for me?" I asked him when he was finished.  He nodded,
and came over to my side of the cockpit. While he applied the oil to my
back I stared at his dick that was just before my face. And while I looked
at it, it grew slowly bigger and started to raise itself up from his small
scrotum. He could feel it himself for sure, for before being all finished
with my back, he sat down fast on his side of the cockpit with his legs
crossed. But he could not hide his dick which slowly straightened out and
soon stood hard up against his stomach. He was deep red in his face and
looked away. I could not restrain myself any longer, and moved over to his
side of the cockpit. My own cock was raging hard now, and I could feel his
eyes on it. I took hold of his face and turned it up against me. While
covering his mouth with mine I place my hand on his thigh. First he closed
his lips tight together, but then he opened up his mouth and let my tongue
inside him, while he spread his legs. He kissed me hungrily with open mouth
while my hand glided up his leg, and without really wanting it, I took hold
of his stiff dick. He showed his groin up against my hand, and I started
masturbating him slowly. He closed his eyes and held round my head while
kissing and kissing me. I masturbated him faster and faster, and he started
moaning. Suddenly he started shaking all over, and a few gray drops
splattered out from him all over my arm.

But then it was over. He let go of me and ran down inside the boat. I sat
behind in the cockpit, alone and frightened. I had masturbated a minor to
orgasm. What was on my mind, was I all crazy?! The thought made my
horniness go away just like that, and my cock went soft at once. Confused I
dressed fast.

I disengaged the autopilot, and started sailing. After about half an hour
Jean came up in the cockpit. He had put on his shorts, and avoided my eyes
the first hour. Slowly he started talking again, but he blushed hard every
time I looked at him. And there was something that had come between us, and
the talking was heavy. No one mentioned what had happened. But it was too
nice a day to have it like that, and at last he got more or less over it,
and started talking freely with me again. But he kept on blushing every
time he looked at me.

At seven we glided slowly into a small inlet where dropped anchor after
taking down the sails. After securing the sails and making the boat ready
for the night, I made a nice dinner for us. I fetched a bottle of red wine
in the cabin, and when I asked Jean if he wanted some, he nodded eagerly
yes. I had most of the bottle, but he took three glasses of half-and-half
wine and water. After dinner we had time for a coffee in the cockpit, and
at about 11 I told Jean that it was time for bed. I made up a bed for Jean
in the cabin, while I took the big master cabin up front. I put out the big
oil lamps in the cabin and let just the small reading lights at the bed on,
before undressing and going to bed. Jean looked at me with big eyes when he
saw that I went all naked to bed. But that was my custom, I had always
slept naked, and I did not intend to stop that now, just because of him.

Jean undressed down to the small white brief, before slipping under the
blanket. We lay talking a bit before turning off the light and saying good
night. But it was difficult to sleep, and I could hear him turning over in
his bed all the time. At last he broke the silence. With a small voice he
asked me:

"David, it's not dangerous what, what we did today?"

"Dangerous? How can that be?"

"I'm not homosexual because of that?" It was clearly easier for him to talk
in the dark about it, now that he could not see me.

"No, of course not, it cannot be. I, eh, I played a lot with my friend at
your age, and I'm just as fond of my girl as I should be. Don't you do
something with your friend then?"

"I--I ... y--yes", he stuttered a bit. "But not with grownups like you!"

I told him that I could not see any difference in that. "We did lot of
things, me and my friends, almost all the time until we were eighteen."

He was quiet a bit, and then it came:

"What did you and your friends do, when .... when you played like that?"

"Oh, that was many different things." I answered a bit careful. "What do
you do with your friends?"

It took some time before he answered, but then:

"We do like you did with me, we masturbate each other. Tell me what you
did!"

I took the chance: "We sucked each other!"

"Sucked it?" he answered uncomprehending. "How?"

"The dick of course!"

"The dick? The dick in your mouth?? Is that possible?"

"Oh yes!" I assured him.

"Is that nice?"

"Think for yourself! To have your dick inside something warm and tight with
a tongue that goes around the head! Oh yes, that's very nice!" I was
staring to get hot, and my cock went suddenly all hard.

"But what about you and your friends? Do you do anything beside
masturbating?"

Jean hesitated a bit, but the he told me after I had to promise cross on my
throat not to tell anybody:

"We play man and woman!"

I wanted an explanation, and Jean told me that one boy was the woman, while
the other took "her" from behind.

"With the dick between the legs then?" I asked, stupid as I was.

"No, inside the ass." Jean whispered. "It's so nice!"

"Isn't it difficult to get it in?" I wondered.

"No, we use cream." I could almost not hear Jean.

We were quiet for a while, I took hold of my raging hardon, and started
slowly to stroke it.  But then Jean spoke again:

"David"

"Yes?"

"Do you get horny by talking about this?"

"Yes." I answered softly.

"Do you have a hardon now?"

"Yes." I answered him. "Have you?"

"Yes."

After a couple of quiet minutes again, he whispered:

"Can I come over to your bed?"

With a thundering heart, I stuttered a yes. I heard him walking over to me,
and then I could see his brown body beside my bed with the briefs tented
out in front. Careful he slipped in under my blanket, and the next moment I
had his warm and trembling body pressed up against min. I could feel his
hard dick pushing against my hip, and I lost all control over myself.
Slowly I slipped my hand down inside his brief, and started to caress his
ass cheeks while he kept on humping my hip. I pushed him over on his back,
and he lifted his behind from the bed when I pulled the brief off him. And
then I had his hard dick in my hand the second time that day. Careful I
started to masturbate him, and he moaned with his head pressed against my
neck. But then he whispered:

"Can't you suck my dick?"

Shaking I half rose before bending over his hard dick which I could just
see standing up from his groin. I opened my mouth, and for the first time
in 11 to 12 years I had a dick in my mouth again. I sucked him wild and hard,
and after just a few minutes he started shaking in his body.  With a small
yell he came in my mouth, and I swallowed the few spurts of seed that came
out of him.

I let go of him and lay down in the bed beside him. I took hold of his hand
and placed it on my stiff cock. After some hesitating he stated to stroke
it. He rose up on his elbow and watched his hand going up and down on my
cock.

"You're so big. Is it nice for you?"

"Yes!" I hissed between my clenched teeth.

And when he moved closer to my groin, I lost all sense and took hold of his
head and showed it down to my cock. He fought me a bit first, but then he
opened his mouth and bent down over my cock. And now I had my cock inside
his warm mouth and he started to suck me! Oh God, it could not be true! But
it was, and after a few minutes, I erupted in a powerful orgasm, and loads
of seed spurted into his mouth. He let go of it at once, and rose up with
my seed running down from his lips.

"It's not dangerous?"  he asked a bit frightened.

"No!" I answered and took hold of his head and kissed him hard while
tasting my own cum.

He was hot again, and turned around so that I had his dick in front of me
head again. Without being asked I took his hard dick in my mouth again. And
while I started sucking him hard, I could feel his mouth on my soft cock,
which very soon was hard again in his mouth. I wet my finger in my mouth,
and while I sucked him as hard as I could, I pushed my finger up his hole
in the behind. After finger fucking him for a while, he cum strongly again
in my mouth.

He let go of my cock and sank back on the bed. I rose up, and standing on
my knees over him I masturbated fast and hard, before cumming all over him.

After that I sobered up a bit, and my fright turned back a bit. I suggested
that we should try to sleep a bit, there was a lot of sailing to do
tomorrow. He hesitated, but rose and went over to his own bed. He smiled a
bit shy to me and said good night, and soon we were sleeping.


The Sailing Trip, Second Half

The next day it was overcast and cold. A strong wind was blowing, and we
had a quick breakfast. After breakfast we put on warm clothes and rain
clothes on top. The adventures of yesterday seemed to be heavy on Jean's
mind, as he could almost not look into my eyes. But he should only know how
frightened I was! He blushed each time I looked at him, and we did not talk
much in the beginning. But sailing the boat in the strong wind was so much
work, and we soon forgot everything else. It was blowing a small gale from
the East, and with one tack in the main and the number one jib, we were
surging ahead up the fjord. After just two hours we passed the Filtvedt
Light House, and we entered the more calm water of the Drobak strait.  The
sailing got easier, and we could spare time for talking. Jean seamed to
have gotten over the worst from yesterday, and we talked about this and
that. He was very curious about me being together with somebody, and if I
lived together with anyone. I told him about Kari, and how we had lived
together for two years now, but that we did not want any children yet. I
told him that Kari is a flight attendant in the Scandinavian Airlines, and
that she worked on the overseas routes, and how she was away for days in a
row. Just now she was on a flight to Japan, and was not expected back
before three days.

Jean told about himself and how his life was. He had had a very great time
in Norway, but now he longed to be back with all his friends. He would
leave on Wednesday. While saying that he blushed and looked down.

We arrived at the marina after six hours sailing, not bad, and we took a
taxi home to my father's friend after tidying up the boat. Before going on
in the taxi to my own place, we said goodbye, and he thanked me for
everything.

I did not expect to see him again, but I would certainly not forget him
easily! (And the last is true, I think of him often, and I get hard every
time, although it's several years ago). But I was wrong about not seeing
him again. Already the next day he was on the phone when I came back from
work to the empty apartment. I got a bit hot by hearing his voice again,
and did not at once catch what he said. But I got it at last. He was
wondering if I had got one of his sweaters in my bag, he could not find
it. I went to the bedroom and checked the still unpacked bag while he
waited at the phone. And yes, his blue French sweater was in my bag, even
if I could not remember putting it there. I offered to come over to him
with it, I was alone anyhow and had nothing to do. But he insisted to come
over to my place, he wanted to see how I lived.  I explained him were I
lived, and it should only take him 15 minutes on a bike, if he could borrow
one. Yes, they had a bike he could use, and he would be right over.

And true to his words, after about 15 minutes he was at the door, red in
his face and breathing hard. He was as stunning beautiful as before, even
more so with his flustering face. I suddenly got a bit nervous, what should
I do now, would it be right of me to invite him inside? But I did, and
asked him if he wanted a beer when we sat down in the living room. He was
dressed almost like last time, with the same tiny white shorts, but this
time with a small blue T-shirt. I was maybe looking for it, but anyhow,
when he sat down when I went into the kitchen for beer, I was almost
certain I could see the outline of his dick trough the thin shorts, and I
got hot at once.

Back with the beer, we sat down opposite each other. Him in the sofa and me
in a chair. The talking was slow, I guessed we both realized that there was
something special in the air. He told me it was hot, and pull off his
T-shirt. He had only the white shorts and white socks on, he had kicked off
his shoes. He put one foot up on the table in front of him and spread his
legs before my eyes. And now I could see why his dick showed trough the
trousers, he was not wearing any underwear! I was sure I could glimpse his
ball sack trough the opening in one of the legs. He put his foot down on
the floor again, and pushed his groin outwards. Now it was clear that his
dick had started growing, and I could clearly see the outline of it trough
the trousers. He pushed the hem of the trousers a bit down on his stomach,
before he undid the top button and slid his hand down in the trousers while
all the time looking into my eyes. I got all confused and rose, blubbering
something about wanting another beer. I went out in the kitchen, but when I
came back with the beer, he had pulled the zipper in his shorts halfway
down. And now there could be no more doubt about him not having any
underwear on. I could only see his smooth boy skin in the opening of the
shorts, and I could just see some of his precious hairs down there. The
bulge he had in the front of his shorts grew steadily, and while he looked
away to the wall, he pulled the zipper all the way down and opened the
shorts all the way there in front. His dick jumped out of the trousers and
stood rock hard straight up against his stomach. He lifted his bum, pulled
the shorts down, and kicked it away, before raising his legs and pulling
off the socks.

Now I was not so confused anymore, I had a naked and hot thirteen-year-old
boy on my sofa who showed me his rock hard boydick to me. And I knew what I
wanted to do. I went down on my knees in front of him and took his dick
careful in my hands and started masturbate him slowly. He pushed my head
down towards his dick, and I understood why he had come. I opened my mouth
and took his entire dick inside my mouth. Slowly and intense I started to
suck him while I let my tongue slide around the head on his dick. Jean
being just thirteen and hot, needed only a few minutes of my sucking before
his body started shaking, and while pushing my head down on his dick, he
cum hard in my mouth. I swallowed it all and went on sucking for a few
seconds before he moaning pushed my head off his dick. He pushed me down on
the floor and came down on me, tearing at my clothing. Soon I was just as
naked as he was, and he went down on my cock and sucked me to a spitting
orgasm. I cum in his mouth, and this time he swallowed all of my cum
without hesitating.

Afterward we lay close together on the floor, and I could feel his hard
dick humping against my hip. He started pushing me over on my side and his
dick were soon trusting against my ass cheeks. I got so hot when I could
feel his rock hard dick poking in the crack in my ass. He hesitated a bit,
but when he could feel that I did not move away from him but pushed my
behind against him, he took hold of my hips with his hands and trusted his
dick against my hole. Dry in my mouth I could feel the head of his dick
entering me, but I was dry, and however how hard he tried, he could not get
more of it inside me. It started hurting, and I told him to wait a second
and rose from the floor. I took hold of his hand and lifted him up to me.
And with his dick pointing up to his stomach, I led him into the sleeping
room. I pushed him down on the bed, and took a great blob of cream from the
bottle on my nightstand on his dick.  I lay down in front of him, took hold
of his now slippery dick, and pointed it to my hole. We did not say
anything, but when his dick slipped easy inside me he started moaning
softly.  Soon I could feel his nutsack against my ass, and he started
fucking me. First slowly, then faster and faster. I was fucked by a
thirteen-year-old boy, and I loved it! When he slipped out of me once, I
told him to wait a sec, and opened the small drawer at the bedside and took
out a massage stick. I applied cream on it, and then turned it on and
slipped in all the way into his ass.

"Fuck me now!" I said and lay down on my back and raised my legs. He came
on top of me, and slipped his dick into me again. I got hold of the top of
the massage stick and held it in place while he started fucking me hard
again. He became all-wild, and after a short time he screamed and emptied
his dick deep inside me.

He slipped off me, and collapsed at the bed beside me, but with the massage
stick still humming inside him. I rose halfway up and pushed him over on
his stomach. I put two pillows under his groin, pushed the massage stick
all the way inside him, and wriggled it a bit.  He pushed up his behind
against my hand, but now I could not wait anymore. I pulled the massage
stick slowly out of him, and applied cream to my raging hardon. I stood
over him with my knees on both sides of him, and replaced the massage stick
with my cock. I pushed and could feel how my cock started entering him. But
then he said it hurt and pulled away. I was so frustrated!

"Lay down on your back." he whispered to me.

I did, and he went up on his knees over me. He took hold of my cock and
slowly he sat down on me. He closed his eyes and I could see on his face
that it did hurt, but he did not stop. And very slowly I slipped inside
him. Inch by inch he sat down on me, and soon he sat squarely on my hips,
my entire cock deep inside him. He started raising himself and sit down
again, and it was incredible wonderful to feel my cock gliding back and
forth inside him. He was rock hard himself again, and while he went on
fucking me, I masturbated him hard. He lay down on me and started to glide
up and down on my body, while my cock still was deep inside him. At last he
rolled over on his back, while holding me inside him. He put his legs on my
shoulders, and I started to fuck him hard. I stood up on my arms, and with
only my groin touching his behind, thumped him intensely. His long
beautiful hair flowed on the bed while he looked up at me with moist
eyes. And at the same time his dick started spurting his gray drops on his
stomach, I cum deep inside him.

Afterwards, while laying beside each other and starting to breathe normal
again, I asked him if he had ever done it with girls. And he told me about
one time last Winter when he was in the hospital with a broken leg. But
that's another story.

Comments and suggestions to davidi50@hotmail.com would be appreciated.

PS: I wonder if I have any Norwegian speaking readers out there. These
stories of mine is translated from a lot of stories I've written in
Norwegian. So if anybody wants to read them before they get translated to
English, I can E-mail them to those who can tell me a bit about their own
experiences.