Date: Mon, 25 Mar 2002 15:48:31 +0000
From: Jimmy Brandon <jabran36@hotmail.com>
Subject: Voyage of Discovery - 11

This is a story that involves sexual acts between a man of
42, and seven boys aged 14, 13, 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. Any similarity
between the characters portrayed, and characters 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 minor boys.  These 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.

This is my first attempt at writing a story and publishing
it in any form.  I have been overjoyed at the number of e-
mails I have received, so far all complimentary.  It gives
me great satisfaction to know that I am giving pleasure to
so many people of all ages. If you enjoy the story, or if
you don't, please let me know by e-mailing
jabran36@hotmail.com.  Provided your mail isn't abusive I
will reply to it.  All flames, however, are ignored

I apologise to those of you who have read the first 10
chapters and have probably given up hope of seeing the rest
of the story. I had one or two problems that made it
difficult for me to find the time to write more, and I lost
the flow of the story. I hope that now, I will be able to
pick up where I left off, and take you all to the end of
the story. However, please be patient if the chapters are a
little slower in appearing than they were for the first 10
chapters.

Copyright Jimmy Brandon 2002 All rights reserved


Chapter 12 -- We Make Some New Friends

In the morning, as I drifted into consciousness, I was
aware of a wetness in my groin. My first thought was that I
had had a wet dream, Then, as my consciousness increased, I
realised that it was cocooned in something moist and warm
which was moving, and as I opened my eyes, I saw Peter with
my hard dick in his mouth.  He grinned at me and worked at
my cock-head with his tongue, and I lay back and thought
what a lovely way it was to wake.

I looked to the side, and saw that Paul was doing exactly
the same to Phil, and Phil was lying there with a big grin
on his face.  Paul realised I was watching him, and he
looked at me and grinned, as much as you can grin with your
mouth full of your big brother's cock.

I realised that Peter had probably been working on me for a
little while, because I was getting near to my climax.
Looking at Phil, I could see that he was also close.  I
said, "Phil, remember that Paul hasn't had anyone come in
his mouth yet. He might want you to warn him so he can take
his mouth away before you cum.  Phil grinned and grunted
that he had already told Paul he would tap him on the head
just before he came.

I felt Peter slip his finger into my ass, and that was all
it took to send me over the top, and I began to unload my
balls into Peter's mouth.  As I watched, Paul followed his
brother's example and pushed his finger into Phil's hole.
He didn't look too sure of himself, but he seemed
determined to do it, and, once again, he smiled as he got
the idea of how to do it.  In very short order, Phil Tapped
Paul on the head, and Paul removed his mouth just in time
to let Phil erupt all over his own chest and stomach.  Phil
certainly produced quite a bit of cum, and I reckoned he
was quite turned on by his little brother giving him such
pleasure for the first time.

Paul watched the first couple of spurts land on Phil's
chest, and then scooped some up on his finger, and gingerly
licked it with his tongue.  At first he wrinkled his nose,
then he looked a little unsure and licked a bit more. Then
his face split into a wide grin and he said, "That tastes
quite nice. Much better than I thought it would". And with
that he began to lick Phil clean.

When Peter had finished with me and Paul had finished with
Phil, Peter said, "You both got to suck us last night, so
we decided we would wake you both up to find us sucking
you".

I grinned and said, "You can wake me up like that any
morning you like. It was a fantastic way to wake up".  And
Phil said, "Same goes for me. You can do that any day
little brother.  How did you like the taste of my cum"?
Paul grinned at us all and said, "Whenever I suck any of
you, I am going to swallow it in future. It tsated much
nicer than I thought it would".

I looked at my watch and saw that it was just after 07:30.
I said that we should all get up and shower and get
breakfast, and decide what we were going to do for the rest
of the day.  Paul grinned and said, "Lets stay in bed and
have sex all day".  I said, "Much as that may be tempting
young man, I think that we should make it a rule that sex
is reserved for the beginning and the end of the day.
Otherwise we will spend the rest of our time here.  I don't
think your Mum and Dad would be very impressed with that".

Phil said, "If we have too much sex, we will get fed up
with it.  I think we should do what Bas says and, except in
special circumstances, keep it for the morning and the
evening.  That way, we will all enjoy it more". He didn't
realise just how soon a special circumstance might pop up.

Peter and Paul both nodded their heads, but Peter said,
"Yes, you are right, but I don't think I would ever get fed
up with sex".

We all got up from the bed, and I opened the skylight to
let some fresh air in, and Phil said, "Of course, we can
all save water and time now, and shower in pairs".

I wasn't so sure about saving time or water, but I realised
it would certainly be fun.  I said OK. Peter can shower
with me this morning, and Paul can shower with you Phil.
Then we can change the pairing each day so that we all get
to have fun with each other in the showers.  But we limit
it to ten minutes".

Peter and I made our way to the aft shower, and Phil and
Paul went forward. As soon as we were wet, I began to wash
Peter all over, lathering him up and paying special
attention to his cock and balls, and to his butt.  When I
had finished, he did the same to me, seeming to take a long
time to be satisfied with the lather he generated on my
cock. It felt lovely.

All the time, we could hear laughter and groans coming from
the forward shower, so we knew that Phil and Paul were
enjoying their ablutions as well.

When we had all emerged from the showers, I asked the boys
to get shorts and tee shirts on. While Phil and Paul got
breakfast, Peter and I went outside to check that we hadn't
dragged out anchor at all, and that everything was tidy on
deck and in the cockpit, putting away a few of the things
we had left after the beach party the previous evening.
When we had finished, we went below to a breakfast of
cereal and Orange juice, followed by bacon, eggs, sausages,
beans, mushrooms and tomatoes, all washed down with freshly
brewed coffee. Phil and Paul could certainly cook up a good
breakfast.

When we had finished breakfast, and Peter and I had done
the washing up, I asked the boys to work out what would be
the best time to leave for St Malo, which was about 45
miles away, and which was where Peter was to meet his
friend Jean-Paul.  After working out tides, and checking
the weather forecast, they decided that if we left at about
13:00 hours, we should arrive at St Malo at about 18:00.
The tides would be with us for most of the way, and the
fresh north-westerly wind should give us a good speed.  I
suggested that in that case, we should go for a walk on
Sark, and go to the village in the centre of the island.
The boys seemed quite happy with that idea, so we launched
the dinghy and made our way ashore.

Once we were ashore, there was quite a steep path that led
up to the higher ground of the island.  The boys bounded up
it, but I took it at a more sedate pace.  As I came out of
a gully, into a grassy clearing, I was pounced on by the
boys, and a rough and tumble ensued, which involved a lot
of crutch groping, and hands slipping up the legs of
people's shorts.  After a few minutes of this, we were all
exhausted, and lay in the sun, Me with Paul and Phil with
Peter, each pair kissing deeply.  Paul was still a bit
inexperienced, but he was learning fast, and his tongue was
everywhere in my mouth, exploring every nook and cranny.

Our kissing was brought to a halt by the sound of voices.
We all got up and made sure our clothing was intact, just
in time before four young boys, all about 12 or 13 years
old, walked into the clearing with a couple of dogs.  They
seemed quite friendly, and they said hello and asked if we
were from one of the boats.  We told them we were, and
asked if we were going the right way for the village, and
they assured us that we couldn't go wrong if we just
followed the path.

As we walked on up the path, Peter said, "I may be wrong,
but I think at least two of those boys were checking out
our crotches".

Phil said, "Yes, I thought I caught three of them looking
at me, and I'm sure that the one who bent down to tie up
his laces was trying to look up the leg of your shorts
Bas".

I commented that I had noticed that a couple of them seemed
to have nice bulges in their shorts, but I warned them not
to try to read too much into the looks of every boy that we
saw.  We all agreed, however, that they all looked quite
nice, and had we got the chance, we might have liked to get
to know them better.

The path developed into an unmade track, and we began to
see houses spread out either side of the track.  They all
seemed very tidy, with nice gardens, and it was very
noticeable that there was virtually no litter anywhere.
One thing that we commented on was that none of them had
garages attached to them, and I reminded the boys that no
cars were allowed on the island.

As we walked on, the track became a narrow road with a
stone wall along each side.  The houses became more
numerous, and eventually we came to a spot where three
roads came together.  Obviously the village centre.  We
asked someone we saw working in a garden if there was
anywhere where we could get a drink, and she told us that
one of the houses just down the road did snacks for
visitors.  We followed the road in the direction that she
pointed out, and about two hundred meters on we cam to a
cottage with a small sign outside saying, "Stop and refresh
yourselves".  It just looked like an ordinary house, but
when we knocked at the door, a cheery voice told us to come
in, and when we opened the door, a lady bustled down the
hallway towards us and showed us into what seemed to be the
family dining room.  The only difference to a normal dining
room was that there were two tables.

We sat at one of the tables, and the lady asked us if we
were from one of the boats, and explained that they got a
lot of visitors during the summer months.  Some came over
on the ferry from Guernsey, but most came from the boats
that anchored in the various bays around the island.

Phil and I had cups of tea, while Peter and Paul had cokes.
These were supplemented with a large plate of home made
cakes and biscuits.

When we had finished, we paid the lady and gave out thanks,
and began to make our way back to the boat.  As we were
making out way down the gulley where they had ambushed me
before, we heard a funny noise, half sob, half moan, from
behind some rocks to our right.  Thinking that someone
might have hurt themselves, we quietly climbed the rocks,
and as we came to the top, we found a small hollow and were
confronted with all four of the boys we had seen before,
all stark naked, and paired up in 69s busily sucking each
other.  I coughed, and they all parted and jumped up very
abruptly, holding their hands to try and cover their cocks
and balls, and looking so embarrassed that the boys and I
all burst out laughing.  I told them to relax, and that
they had nothing to worry about from us.  The boy who
seemed the oldest blurted out, "You...you wont tell anyone
will you.  Our dads would... would kill us if they knew.  I
just grinned and said that as we were leaving on the tide,
they had nothing to fear from us.  They all looked very
relieved.

The boy who had spoken before reached down for his boxers,
and I said, "You don't need to bother about getting
dressed; we're all used to seeing each other with nothing
on. We hardly ever wear anything when we're on the boat.

Peter winked at me and said to the boys, "Would you like us
to help you finish what you were doing"?

The boy I thought of as the leader asked, "What do you
mean"?

Peter said, "We all like doing what you were doing when we
found you. Would you like us all to strip off so we can all
have some fun together"?

The leader said, "What, the bloke as well"? looking at me.

I grinned and nodded my head.

They all looked at each other, and after a short whispered
conversation, the leader said, "OK, but I get to suck the
bloke".

I said, "I'm happy with that, but wouldn't it be a bit
fairer if each of us spent some time with each of you, so
that all of you got the chance to have a suck of each of
us"?

The other three boys grinned and agreed that they liked
that better, but the leader insisted that he should get the
last go with me so that it was him that made me cum.

Phil, Peter, Paul and I each slipped off our shorts,
briefs, tee shirts and trainers and I introduced each of us
to the group.

The boy I thought of as the leader introduced himself as
Tom. He was 13, but would be 14 in a week's time. He had a
very nice cock about 5½ inches long. It was uncut, and he
had a largish looking pair of balls, and the beginnings of
a ring of pubic hair.  The next one he introduced was
called Alex. He was just turned 13, and he had a cut, 5-
inch cock, once again with a nice pair of balls, but no
visible pubic hair.  Next was Aaron. He was 12, and he had
an uncut 3½-inch cock with quite a small ball sack, and no
pubic hair. The last was Jamie. He was also 12, but his
cock was a bit longer, about 4 inches, but not as thick as
Aaron's. He also had a smallish ball sack and no visible
pubic hair.

After we had finished the introductions, we all got close
together and had a general session of feeling each others
cocks and balls. By the time we had finished, nobody seems
at all shy with each other, and we were all really hard.
Phil, Tom and myself were all quite wet with pre-cum, and
we decided it was time to get down to business. I said I
thought the best thing was for us to pair off and suck each
other until one or both were nearly ready to cum. Then we
should separate, wait a few minutes, and then repeat the
process with the next partner. Everyone agreed to this, and
I paired off with Jamie, Phil with Aaron, Peter with Alex
and Paul with Tom.

Jamie and I lay down together in the 69 position, and I
gently fondled Jamie's balls while I began to lick the
insides of his thighs.  Jamie had made strait for my cock
and had taken it into his mouth. But when he realised what
I was doing, he released it and began to copy me.  I didn't
waste too much time on his legs. When I got to his balls, I
was intending to take them both into my mouth at the same
time. I realised that Jamie might not be able to get both
of mine into his mouth easily, and I sucked each of them in
turn, Jamie doing the same to me.  Next, I began to lick
the sides of his shaft, which was really hard, and was
bouncing in time with the blood being pumped through it.
When I got to the top, I slipped my lips over his cock-
head, and slipped his foreskin back with my lips.  I then
began to lick round the ridge, and Jamie began to moan, and
began humping my face.  I realised that if I carried on
doing that, he would very soon be reaching his climax, so I
slipped by lips right down to the base of his shaft. I
began licking at the less sensitive areas, and sure enough,
he relaxed a bit, and I was able to make things last a bit
longer.

Jamie, meantime, had been making a fair job of licking my
glans, but wasn't able to get much more of me into his
mouth.  Nevertheless, he was beginning to make me quite
excited.  I then gave him another lick round the ridge of
his cock-head, paying special attention to the super-
sensitive vee shape, before I released him just in time to
stop him going over the top.  Jamie also came off my cock,
looked into my eyes, and gave me a beautiful smile. He
said, "You nearly went too far then", and smiled again.

I smiled back, and gave the beautiful globes of his ass a
playful pat.  When I looked round, I saw that the others
were either finished sucking each other, or just pulling
off.  Aaron looked round and said, "I think that by the
time we've finished, Tom, me and the others will have
learned a few new tricks".  Tom nodded and smiled, and
said, "Paul was pretty good for an eleven year old".  Paul
beamed round at the others in pleasure at the compliment.

After a few minutes with the boys from the island asking
about how we all came to be on the boat together, we
changed partners.  I was now partnered with Aaron. The next
few minutes followed much the same pattern as before, and
then after another short break, we all changed again.  This
time I was able to repeat my performance with Alex, and his
cut 5 inches.  I almost went too far with him, but managed
to back off just in time, which I think Alex was a little
sorry about, but I assured him that Phil, who was to be his
next partner would finish the job off very nicely for him.

After yet another rest period, we all changed round for our
final session.  Tom moved over to me, eyeing my eight
inches with obvious longing.  I have to admit that I was
quite keen to get to work on his 5½-inch specimen, which
was once again well endowed with pre-cum in his excitement.
We positioned ourselves comfortably on the grass-covered
floor of the hollow, and I began to feel his firm stomach,
and the insides of his thighs.  As the others had done, Tom
took his lead from me, and explored my body with his hands.
I lowered my head and kissed his navel, also swirling my
tongue round the small hollow, and then I moved down and
began to massage his balls, one at a time, with my tongue.
I could smell his boyhood and excitement, and as I
continued licking his balls, I began to gently pump his
cock with my hand.  Tom was still copying my actions, and I
was feeling really hot and ready for a bit more excitement.

Once I had finished licking his balls, I transferred my
tongue to the area round the base of his cock, and began,
at the same time, to massage his balls further with my
hand.  I gradually licked my way up the sides of his by now
rigid, throbbing, shaft until I got to the top.  With my
free hand, I gently pulled back his foreskin to reveal his
shining, purple cock-head, completely covered with shining
pre-cum.  I sniffed at the wet head, and savoured the
beautiful boy smell, then I began to lap up all the clear,
sticky liquid.  I have to admit, his pre-cum was lovely,
and I guessed that his cum would be equally pleasant.  Tom,
by now had slipped his lips over the head of my cock, and I
did the same to him.  As I lapped my tongue round his super
sensitive cock-head, he lat out a loud groan, and I hoped
that nobody was walking down the path at that moment.

Next I cradled his cock head between my tongue and the roof
of my mouth and began to slowly slide up and down on him.
He began to hump at my face, while at the same time working
my cock as far into his mouth as it would go.  I felt the
tip of mine touch the back of his mouth and was surprised
when he didn't begin to gag, but instead, began to take me
into his throat.  In a very short time he had consumed all
of me, and his nose was buried in my pubes.  I decided that
I would give him the same pleasure, and slid as much of him
as I could down my throat.  By now, we were both getting
really excited, and were beginning to face fuck each other
quite enthusiastically.  All of a sudden, I sensed that Tom
was almost ready to shoot his load, so I pulled back enough
to get his head in my mouth as I wanted to taste every drop
of his cum.  He copied my example, and as we both licked
each others now super sensitive cock-head, I felt him
tense, his balls pulled up tight in his sack, and he began
to spray his cum into my mouth.  The second shot of hot cum
landing on my tongue pushed me to my climax, and I began to
fill his mouth with my hot offering.  I expected him to
have difficulty swallowing all of my cum, but he kept up
with me with apparent ease.

After a few moments, we both began to loose momentum and we
both lay there gently sucking each others now softening
dicks.  The Tom released mine and said, "Shit Bas. That was
the best experience I've ever had. You sure know how to
make it really great".  Behind me, Alex said, "If it was
anything like what Phil did to me, I know what you mean".
The other two island boys both added their appreciation,
and I seemed that we had all managed to give them a new
appreciation of oral sex.

We all spent a few minutes recovering from out respective
orgasms, and then we all got dressed, and the four local
boys began to walk down the path with us to the boat.  They
were all comparing experiences with each other, and when we
got to the beach, Tom asked if we would be calling at Sark
again when we came back from St Malo.  I said that we could
probably arrange to do that, and that we might be able to
stay for a couple of nights.  All four of the island boys
got very excited at the prospect of that, and Tom gave me
his mobile number and said that if we could give him a
ring, they would all come and meet us again.  I looked at
my crew, and they all seemed eager, so I made a note of
Tom's phone number, and I said that if they were able to
sort something out, they could spend a night on the boat
with us.

We all hugged each other, and then we got in the dinghy and
got back to the boat, and we began to get ready to go to
sea.  As we weighed anchor and headed out of the bay, Tom
and his friends waved us farewell, and we waved back.
Peter said, "WOW, who would have thought we would have met
a group of boys like that. That was absolutely fantastic".
I said, "Yes it was. I hope that you all enjoyed it as much
as I did?  However Peter, another time will you ask me
before you offer our services and bodies to complete
strangers. If they had been frightened off by your
approach, they might have run home and told their parents,
then we would have been in deep trouble".  Peter looked a
little crest fallen and promised he would be more careful
in future. I smiled at him and pulled his shorts and briefs
down and kissed him on his beautiful, slack dick.  We all
stripped off and settled on our course for St Malo.

If you liked this part of the story and the parts leading
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