Date: Sun, 17 Jun 2001 20:31:34 +0100
From: Jimmy Brandon <jabran36@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Voyage Of Discovery Chapters 1 & 2/Part 1/Installment 1

A Voyage of Discovery


This is a story that involves sexual acts between a man of 42, and three
boys aged 14, 12 and 11.  If this sort of story is not to your liking, or
if reading this type of story is illegal where you live, then don't read
any further.  The story is entirely fictional, although nothing would
please me more than if it was not, and any similarity between the
characters portrayed, either living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Many would say that if these activities had actually taken place they would
constitute child abuse.  However, can you really call it child abuse if it
is done either at the request of the young person or with the eager
agreement of the young person, and if it is obvious that the young person
gets a great deal of pleasure and enjoyment from the activities.  Rather
than child abuse, I think of it as love.  Certainly in the story a great
bond of love develops between the four main players, which lasts for many
years.

As stated above, this story depicts imaginary acts between an adult man and
three minor boys.  The acts involve masturbation, mutual masturbation, oral
sex and anal sex.  At no time are any of the minors physically hurt, other
than the temporary infliction of some pain during anal entry.  In the
story, all activities take place with the willing participation of all
parties.

I am posting the first two chapters of this story as my first attempt at
publication of any kind.  If you enjoy the first two chapters, and would
like me to post more, please e-mail your comments.  All flames will be
ignored.

The story is copyright to me, and further publication or posting is illegal
unless I have given my consent first.  If you wish to post this, or any
other part of the story on another free site, please e-mail me first for
permission.


Chapter 1 - The Invitation

It all began with a telephone call from Tom, my best friend since my
schooldays.  Tom was a very successful businessman who owned a computer
services company. He had a beautiful wife, Anita, and three sons, Phillip
(Phil), 14 years old, Peter, 12 years old, and Paul, 11 years old.  They
lived in a large house on the fringes of the Epping Forest in Essex,
England.  The house was set in about five acres of ground, surrounded by
trees, and enjoyed a fantastic view over the Lea Valley, which ran north
from east London.

Me?  My name is Barry, Bas to my friends.  I am just turned 42 years old.
I live in another large house about five miles away from Tom and his
family.  In the past, I worked with Tom when he first started his company,
and I like to think that my computer skills helped to set him on the road
to success.  However I decided to leave the company when I inherited a
moderate fortune from a favourite uncle, which gave me independence and the
ability to live a very comfortable life without the need to earn a living.
During this time I had got involved with helping to run the junior section
of a local sailing club, teaching youngsters from 6 to 16 how to sail
dinghies.  I am a fully qualified Yachtmaster and sailing instructor.  But
in spite of my money, I have never owned a boat of my own, preferring to
sail with friends from the sailing club in their boats.

Back to the phone call.  When I picked up the phone, Tom asked how I was
and passed the usual pleasantries, and then asked if I had anything planned
for the next month or so.  Intrigued, I told him that I had nothing that I
couldn't change if I wanted to, and he then told me he had bought a boat,
and that he and his family were planning to spend a month or so sailing to
the Channel Islands, France, Belgium, Holland, and possibly Germany.  He
said that although Anita and the boys were all quite competent sailors, he
felt he wanted someone with him who would be able to take over the boat if
an emergency occurred, and they would all be very pleased if I was able to
come with them.  I, of course, did not need much persuasion, and by the
time I put the phone down, I had agreed to sail with them the following
Saturday.

Saturday morning saw me meeting up with Tom, Anita and family at their
house.  Because we were going away for quite a time, we had decided that we
needed to take both Tom's estate car and my 4x4.  When I pulled up Phil
came and asked if he could travel with me, and when I said yes, Peter and
Paul also asked if they could come, so that was how we travelled down to
Port Hamble, near Southampton, where the new boat was kept.  The journey
took about two and a half hours, and the younger boys were chattering
excitedly all the time, but in between their chatter, Phil asked me if I
could teach him about navigation on the trip, and I was pleased to say yes
since we had always got on well together, and it would give us a project to
concentrate on rather than just spend the time lazing about.

When we arrived at the marina, I was very impressed with my first sight of
the boat.  She was 45 feet long and looked new.  Tom explained that she was
only three months old, and that the guy who originally bought it had had a
stroke and could no longer sail it, and he had got it at a very cheap
price.  When we got on board I was even more impressed.  The boat was
fitted out very luxuriously.  There was an aft cabin with a large double
bed and plenty of storage space, with a largish bathroom next door which
had toilet, washbasin and shower.  In the main saloon, there was a table
with a settee round three sides of it on the starboard side, and on the
port side there was a settee with a chart table at the forward end of it
with a very impressive array of electronic equipment.  Behind the settee
and the seat round the table were two single berths.  Forward of the saloon
was a well equipped galley taking up the port side of the boat, and on the
starboard side there was a large store cupboard and another bathroom
similar to the one aft.  Forward of this arrangement was another cabin with
two bunks which met at the bottom due to the pointed front end of the boat,
and another fold away bunk above the one on the port side.  Although it was
narrow at the front end, there was plenty of room at the afte end of the
cabin for two, or even three people to have space to get dressed and
undressed without getting in each others way too much.

Obviously, Tom and Anita were going to sleep in the aft cabin.  Peter and
Paul both wanted to sleep in the bunks in the saloon, and Tom asked me if I
minded sharing the forward cabin with Phil, making the point that I didn't
have to since Phil could sleep on the settee in the saloon.  I said that I
didn't mind if it was OK with Phil, and Phil grinned and said that that was
fine with him, so we both mover our kit in and spent some time stowing it
away.

After we had all stowed out kit, Tom, Phil and I set off to go to the local
supermarket and get essential supplies, like food, milk, and booze.  This
took quite a time, but by the time we got back to the boat, we had enough
supplies to keep us going for about four of five days.  I had been a bit
worried about the perishables, like meat and milk and so on, but when we
got back on board Phil showed me that there was a fair sized fridge and a
large cold box with its own cooling unit.  Phil explained that it was not
rated as a freezer, but that it was cold enough to keep things already
frozen in that state.

By the time we had got all the kit and all the food stowed away, it was
about 7 o'clock in the evening.  Anita suggested that we go to a restaurant
for dinner, so we all had a quick wash and brush up, and went up to the
yacht club where we found they did very nice meals.  The boys all had
burgers and chips, but the adults had large steaks with all the trimmings.
We had a couple of bottles of wine with the meal, and I was pleased to see
that Tom and Anita let the boys have wine as well.  They seemed to take it
for granted, so it was obvious that this was quite normal for them.

By the time we had finished our meal, had a couple of drinks, and got back
to the boat it was getting on for eleven o'clock.  We were all feeling a
bit tired after a busy day, and after another drink, soft drinks for the
boys this time, we were all ready to turn in.  Phil and I went forward into
our cabin, and we both stripped down to our underwear, Phil wearing boxers
and me slip briefs.  I spotted Phil taking a glance at my crotch area as we
climbed into bed, and I stole a quick look at him and found it quite
exciting to see that he seemed to be sporting a bit of a hard on as his
boxers were tented out a bit as he pulled his duvet over him.  I was quite
surprised to find that I found that short glimpse exciting, and I began to
harden up as well.  However, Phil had no chance to see that since I was
already under my duvet.

We both lay chatting about what we looked forward to in the coming weeks,
but it was not long before we both dropped off to sleep.

Chapter 2 - A Surprising Discovery

The next morning, Peter woke me with a cup of tea.  I sat up and looked
across at Phil.  His duvet had slipped off him during the night, or he
might have thrown it off since it had been a bit warm, and he was just
beginning to open his eyes.  I noticed that he had a morning hard-on, which
tented his boxers.  Once again I was a bit surprised to find that this
excited me and I also began to sprout an erection.  However, as on the
previous night, this was hidden from Phil under my duvet, and I pulled up
my knees to make sure that it remained hidden from him.  As he became a bit
more with it, he obviously became aware of his boxers sticking out in front
of him, and he quickly raised his knee nearest to me to disguise it and
surreptitiously looked over at me to see if I had seen it.  I pretended
that I hadn't seen anything out of the ordinary, and concentrated on
drinking my tea.

By the time we had both finished our tea, I had got control of my feelings,
and Phil had lowered his leg, showing that he had also.  We both got up and
I went into the bathroom and had a cool shower.  When I came out, Phil had
tidied his bunk and was sitting with his towel round his waist waiting for
me to come out.  He went into the bathroom and I got dressed in shorts and
polo shirt, and tidied up my bunk.  As I stepped out of the door, Phil came
out of the shower and went into the cabin and soon emerged, dressed in tee
shirt and shorts.

Anita was cooking the breakfast, and Paul was setting the table.  Tom
emerged from the aft cabin, also dressed as I was, and shortly after, Peter
came out of the aft bathroom and we all sat down to a full English
breakfast of Cereal, followed with egg, bacon, sausage, tomato and baked
beans, all washed down with freshly brewed coffee.  I could see that I was
going to enjoy this life.  After we had finished and sat discussing what we
were going to do for the rest of the day, Tom and I did the washing up
while the boys got busy on deck, filling the water tanks from the hose on
the pontoon, and checking that everything was secure ready for us to sail.
Anita went to the marina shop and got fresh bread and milk and some other
odds and ends to keep the inner man fortified.  Once all the chores were
finished, Tom got the engine started, showing the boys how to do the engine
checks first, while I studied the charts and decided on where we were going
that day.  We had already decided that we wanted to finish up at Yarmouth,
on the Isle of Wight, but Tom wanted to spend the day putting the boat
through her paces so that we all got used to how she handled.

We cast off and headed down the River Hamble and out into The Solent.  We
first turned left, towards Portsmouth, and spent some time beating against
the wind.  The boat handled superbly, and about lunch time, we sailed into
Osborne Bay, on the Isle of Wight, and dropped the anchor and prepared a
salad lunch which we all ate sitting in the cockpit.  By the time we had
finished, the tide had turned and was flowing west, so we winched up the
anchor and set sail, on a broad reach, towards Yarmouth.  The boat really
sailed well, and we were making about 7+ knots as we passed Cowes, and the
trip to Yarmouth was completed, including a couple of man overboard drills,
in about 2+ hours.  As we approached Yarmouth, we called the harbour master
on the radio, and he directed us to a berth alongside another boat moored
between two piles.  Once we had the boat secure, the boys got the
inflatable dinghy out of its locker and blew it up with an electric pump,
while Tom and I checked over the outboard.  When the dinghy was blown up,
we launched it over the side, and I passed the engine down to Tom and Phil,
with the help or Peter and Paul, andTom secured it to the back of the
dinghy and started it.  He then climbed back on board and told Phil to take
it for a test run round the harbour.  Once Phil came back, Peter and Paul
joined him, all with their life jackets on, and they began to take it in
turns to take the controls and potter about in the harbour.  Tom, Anita and
I stretched out in the cockpit, each with a cold beer, and just enjoyed the
sun.

After about an hour, Tom signalled the boys to bring the dinghy alongside,
and we decided to go ashore and have a look around the town.  We decided we
didn't want to bother with getting us all in the dinghy, so we called the
water taxi and went ashore in style.  When we stepped onto the quay, the
boys said they wanted to go and explore on their own, so Tom told them to
meet us back on the quay in about an hour and a half, and we set off to
browse around the shops.  Anita spotted an art gallery and went inside and
began to sturdy the pictures, and Tom and I went into a chandlers a couple
of doors down the street, and had a browse round.  I bought a new pair of
deck shoes which were reduced to a very reasonable price, and Tom bought
himself a new Breton cap, also reduced.

At the appointed time, we met the boys on the quay, and decided that we
would go and have dinner in one of the pubs.  We found one in a little back
street, which seemed to offer a very good food selection.  We went into the
dining room and had one of the best pub meals that I have ever tasted.  By
the time we had finished a three course meal, followed by coffee, it was
about 10 o'clock, and we strolled back to the quay, and got the water taxi
back to the boat.  Tom and I settled down in the cockpit with a largish rum
each, Anita and Phil had some red wine, and Peter and Paul had cokes.  By
eleven o'clock we were all feeling rather weary, so we all drifted off to
our respective cabins and to bed.

I had been asleep for a while when I woke up.  I was not sure what had
woken me, but when I looked over towards Phil, I saw he was lying on top of
his duvet, with his boxers round his knees, and was wanking himself off.  I
could see that his dick was about 5+ inches and uncut.  His fore-skin was
sliding back and forth over his glans as he rubbed up and down with his
right hand while he massaged his balls with the left.  I watched,
entranced, keeping very still so as not to let him know I was awake.
Watching his performance, I began to get hard myself, but I resisted the
urge to do anything about it.  As I watched, I began to realise that I was
really turned on by what I was watching, and it really surprised me to
think that I could lie there watching and enjoying the performance on view.
Phil was obviously getting near his climax, as he began to grunt quietly,
and to thrust his hips up to meet the pumping of his hand.  All of a
sudden, he stopped pumping and I counted five jets of semen leaving his
cock, arching through the air, and landing on his chest and stomach.

When he had finished, he lay gently milking out the last drops of semen,
and on an unexplainable urge, I quietly said, "You certainly seemed to
enjoy that".

Phil jumped and stared at me with horror in his eyes.  He said, "Fuck, I
thought you were asleep.  I'm really sorry".  And then, after a pause, he
said, "Please don't tell Dad.  He'll go ape shit if he finds out".

I said that I could see no reason why I should tell his dad about something
that was quite normal, and he looked at me as if he couldn't believe what
he had heard.  I then said, "Actually, watching you do that has quite
turned me on.  Would it embarrass you if I did the same"?

Phil's eyes widened, and he stammered, "N-n-no.  I d-d-don't mind", and as
moved to lie on top of my duvet, and began to pull my briefs down, he
turned so that he was lying with his back to me.

I said, "You don't have to turn your back.  You can watch if you like.
After all, I watched you.  It's only fair".

He turned back towards me and his eyes were glued to my groin as I took my
8 inch cock in my right hand and began to slide my fore- skin back and
forth over my very tender cock head while I fondled my balls with the left
hand as he had done.  He watched entranced as I began to speed up my
strokes, and due to the excitement he had caused me while I watched him, it
was only a couple of minutes before I felt my balls begin to pull up to my
body.  I held back as long as I could, but eventually I could hold it no
longer, and I shot seen powerful jets of semen, which landed, on my chin,
chest and stomach.  I then gently milked out the final drips as Phil had
done.

Phil whispered, "Wow, that was some wank.  I didn't know men did it as
well".

I explained to him that men had sexual urges just as much as boys, and that
if they didn't have the opportunity to satisfy them with a woman, then they
had to satisfy them by other means.  He just grinned.  I said, "Just as you
don't want me to say anything to your dad, I think we should keep this a
secret between ourselves.  I don't think your parents would understand if
they found out."

Phil grinned and held out his hand, and we shook on the deal.  I then gave
him some tissues from the box at the head of my bunk, took some myself, and
we both cleaned ourselves up, pulled up our underwear, and settled down for
sleep.  In a short time I could tell from Phil's deep regular breathing
that he had fallen asleep, but I lay with a confusion of thoughts running
through my mind.  I had never, before than, had any thoughts about any kind
of sexual activity with boys, but tonight, I had secretly watched a 14 year
old wank himself off, and thoroughly enjoyed the performance, and I had
then encouraged him to watch me as I wanked myself.  I wondered what I was
getting myself into. But as I drifted off to sleep my last thought was that
I hoped it would go further.

When I woke in the morning, Phil was already awake.  He was showing an
obvious bulge between his legs indicating that he had just woken with a
hard on.  I realised that my cock was rising in salute to him, but neither
of us made any attempt to hide it this time, we just looked at each other,
Phil ran his hand over his and stretched the material of his boxers to
emphasise it, and we both gave each other big grins.  I realised that this
was indeed going to go further, but determined that we were going to need
to be very careful.  When we heard the sound of the kettle being put on
outside our cabin door, we both pulled our duvets over us so than anyone
coming in would not see our aroused state.  Five minutes later, Paul
brought us both a cup of tea.