Date: Thu, 30 Sep 2004 20:17:47 +0100
From: Jimmy Brandon <jabran36@hotmail.com>
Subject: Voyage of Discovery 12

This is a story that involves sexual acts between a man of 42, and 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'm afraid that it has been a long time since the last chapter was
published in 2002, but I hope that this chapter will soon be followed by
more. To those who have waited, thanks for your patience.

Copyright Jimmy Brandon 2002 All rights reserved


(Last posted on Nifty 25 March 2002)

Voyage of Discovery - Chapter 13 - Jean-Paul Joins The Crew

As we sailed out of the bay, I asked Peter to phone Jean-Paul, before we
got out of range of the local mast, and let him know what time we expected
to arrive at St Malo.  After a short chat, Peter said that if we called
when we were approaching St Malo, Jean-Paul's father would bring him down
to the harbour with his bags.  I said that we'd better think about how we
were going to arrange the accommodation, and I asked Peter if he and
Jean-Paul had ever done anything together before.  He said that when he was
at Jean-Paul's they had slept in the same room but in separate beds. They
hadn't been shy about undressing in front of each other, but they had never
touched at all, although Peter said that Jean-Paul often looked at him when
he was naked, and a couple of times had got hard.  I suggested that Peter
and Jean-Paul should have the front cabin, which would give them privacy so
that Peter would have a chance to find out if Jean-Paul was interested in
sexual fun, that Phil and Paul should have the bunks in the saloon, and I
would have the aft cabin.  This way, after Peter and Jean- Paul had settled
forward, the other two could quietly come to my cabin, and we could have
some fun together.  Peter said, "What happens if Jean-Paul isn't interested
in playing. I won't get any sex, while you three get all the fun".  I
suggested that the first night, maybe Phil, Paul and I should not get
together so that Peter didn't feel he was losing out in any way. Phil and
Paul both looked a little disappointed, but they agreed that it would be
fair.  Paul said, "I hope Jean-Paul does want to play our games, otherwise
it is going to be awful. I can't stand the thought of no sex while
Jean-Paul is with us".

Once we were clear of Sark, Phil set the waypoints for the voyage into the
GPS, and switched on the autopilot. All we had to do now was to keep a
lookout for other vessels on converging courses, and periodic checks of the
GPS against the chart to ensure that we were on the right course. I asked
Phil to explain exactly what he had done, and how he had done it to Peter
and Paul, and he took them below and I heard him going through how to enter
waypoints into the GPS with the others, and explaining how he had worked
the waypoints out.  Meanwhile, I kept a lookout on deck, and generally
tidied up.

When the boys had finished their navigation lesson, I asked Phil and Paul
to knock up some lunch, and while they were doing that, I suggested to
Peter that since the weather was warm, and seemed to be getting warmer it
would be warm in the cabin that night. Maybe, if he lay on top of his
covers naked and happened to get a boner, Jean-Paul might show some
interest. Peter assured me that he would do everything he could to find out
if Jean-Paul might be interested in what we all enjoyed. I urged Peter to
be careful, and not try to give too much away before he was sure of the
result, and I reminded him that I was in a very difficult position legally
if Jean-Paul mentioned anything to his parents or anyone else. Peter
assured me he would be very careful.

After lunch, Peter and I cleaned the dishes and the galley, and when we
came on deck, Phil and Paul were naked, and enjoying a session of tongue
wrestling.  Peter and I slipped out of our shorts, groped each other a
little, and then we also began to kiss and hold each other close.

After a while Phil said, that as we might not get the chance to do things
together for a while, how about we have some fun together now. I had a look
round to make sure that there were no boats in sight, and then agreed. But
I pointed out that we still needed to keep a lookout for other boats. We
decided that Phil and I would put a cushion on the deck on the port side,
and Peter and Paul would have one on the starboard side, and we would each
be responsible for keeping a lookout on our side of the boat.

Phil and I got the long cushion from the settee in the saloon and lay down
beside each other. I gently rubbed the tips of my fingers up and down
Phil's chest, stomach and thighs, and very soon he was groaning in
ecstasy. He began to rub his hand gently up and down the inside of my
thighs, just touching my scrotum each time. I looked at him and marvelled
that he had decided to have a wank when he thought I was asleep, and that
it had led to so much pleasure, and to a love between all four of us that
was so deep, and so tender.

I leaned over and kissed Phil very gently on the lips, and his arm snaked
round my neck and pulled me close as he pushed his tongue deep into my
mouth and we spent a time gently working our tongues together while I
rubbed his nipples one after the other with the tip of my finger. Meanwhile
he massaged the cheeks of my bum.  After a while, I moved from his mouth
and kissed his neck and nibbled at the lobes of his ears very gently. We
then spent some time kissing each other all over our bodies, ears, eyes,
nose, armpits, nipples, belly button, feet, toes, knees, thighs, and all
the time we were both avoiding touching the centre of the passion that was
building up in our bodies, our cocks.

While we were doing this we heard several moans and groans coming from the
other side of the deck. But we couldn't see what Peter and Paul were doing
to each other as the cabin top was between us. But it was obvious that they
were having a good time. I just hoped that they were keeping a good lookout
while they were doing it.

Phil and I finished up in a 69 position and we lapped up the generous
spread of precum on each others cocks. It seemed to me that Phil's sticky
juice tasted almost like honey, and I had a view of me eating a slice of
toast with his cum spread all over it.

I began to nibble with my lips at his ball sack while he massaged my balls
with his fingers. I sucked both his balls into my mouth and worked them
with my tongue while I began to stroke his quivering dick with the tips on
my finger and thumb. When I had worked his balls well, I moved to his rigid
love pole and began to lick and kiss my way up the sides of it, gently
pulling back his foreskin as I did so.  I then concentrated on running the
very tip of my tongue round the lip of his glans so that it barely touched
it. Phil began to moan and groan really loudly while he began to use the
tip of his finger, lubricated with my precum, to run it round the same area
on my cock head.

I gently licked him all over his shining purple head, and then slipped my
lips over it, formed a good seal and sucked it really hard while I massaged
his balls with my free hand.  Phil thrust himself at my face, and at the
same time engulfed me in his mouth. We both began to furiously fuck each
others faces as our bodies responded to the wonderful stimulation and we
both approached our climax. All of a sudden, Phil let out a great shout,
AAAAAAAAaaaaaaaagggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh......., and began to pump his hot,
sweet juice into my waiting mouth. I swallowed as quickly as I could and
the taste of Phil's wonderful cream tipped me over the edge, and with a
grunt I began to fill his mouth.

In spite of all the sexual pleasure we had both enjoyed over the past few
days, we both managed to produce a wonderfully large load of cum for each
other, and when we both finished pumping into the others mouth, we lay
quietly together keeping the others cock in our mouths while we listened to
the sounds of Peter and Paul reaching their climaxes on the other side of
the cabin.

I turned and lay beside Phil and engaged him in a deep kiss, both of us
sharing the taste in our mouths with the other. We held each other closely
and Phil looked deep in my eyes and said, "Bas, ....... I'm so glad that we
found our love for each other. It has been wonderful learning to give each
other so much pleasure. And although I'm really glad that Peter and Paul
have joined in with our pleasure, you are the most special person in the
world to me". I kissed him again, very tenderly, and told him that I felt
just the same about him.

We lay together for a while, just holding each other close, until we were
interrupted by Peter and Paul who come over to see why we were so quiet. I
asked them if they had enjoyed themselves, and Peter said, "It was great,
we both sucked each other. It was fantastic. Paul is really learning how to
make everything so much more enjoyable that it used to be when we just gave
each other a quick wank at home".  Phil and I grinned and pulled the two
boys down and we all had a wonderful group hug.

After our activities we went below, two at a time, to have showers so that
we didn't smell of sex when we met Jean-Paul and his parents.

When we sighted the French coastline, I sent Phil below to check the pilot
and find out how we had to approach St Malo. Peter went with him, and after
a while they came back and started to tell me what they had found out. I
interrupted them and asked Phil if he was happy that he knew how to
approach safely, He thought, and said that he was. I told him that in that
case, he could be in charge of the boat, Peter and Paul were his crew, and
I would keep out of the way at the back of the cockpit and just keep an eye
on everything to make sure that nothing went wrong. Phil looked a little
uncertain until I pointed out that he had already done a similar thing
several times, it was just that before it had always been under
instruction. This time it was him who was going to give the
instructions. He grinned and said he was willing to give it a try if I
thought he was up to it, and I told him I wouldn't have asked him to do it
if I didn't trust his ability.

I went below and had a quick check of the charts and the pilot to make
certain I had got everything clear in my mind, then I told the boys to get
their slips and shorts on, and I took my place sitting at the back of the
cockpit where I could see everything that was going on.

As we approached St Malo, Peter called Jean-Paul and told him that we would
be at the lock entrance to St Malo Harbour in about an hour, and was told
that they were already there waiting for us to arrive.

Phil asked me to call the Harbour Master on the marine radio to ask for a
berth. I called and we were given a berth in the marina and told we would
be mooring port side to the pontoon.  I relayed this to Phil, and he asked
Peter and Paul to rig the mooring lines and fenders for a port side
mooring.  He also made certain that they each had an extra fender on the
deck near them so that they could use them manually if we needed exta
protection anywhere as we entered the lock, or approached the mooring.
Next, he got the two younger boys to bring in the fore-sail and then the
main-sail so that we were now moving solely under engine. The boys moved
round the boat very confidently and did everything just as Phil asked them
to.

Phil asked Peter to bring the large scale chart of the harbour up to the
cockpit so he could keep a check on his manoeuvres. And I was very pleased
with the way he handled the complicated approach to the lock entrance. We
had timed our arrival well, and had arrived at high tide. This meant that
that there wasn't a strong tidal current affecting us, and we would not
have to be raised very far in the lock entrance to the harbour.

As we approached the lock, we saw that the gates at our end were just
opening. We slowed down to let the four boats in the lock come out, and
then we entered the lock and tied up to the side.  As we tied up, Peter saw
Jean-Paul and his father walking towards us, and when he had secured his
mooring line, he went off to greet them and brought them to the boat and
introduced us all. I was very relieved to find that both Jean-Paul and his
father both seemed to speak very good English. Peter and Paul grabbed Jean-
Paul's bags and took him below and to the forward cabin to stow his
kit. Phil and I sat in the cockpit with Jean-Paul's father, and I explained
about Tom and Anita having to go back to England. Jean-Paul's father said
he was sorry not to be meeting Tom and Anita, and asked if I was sure that
in the circumstances, Jean-Paul wouldn't be a nuisance. I assured him that
he would be no bother, and told him how Peter had been so looking forward
to him being on the boat with us, and that that was one of the reasons I
had volunteered to carry on the trip with the boys. At that, the three
younger boys bounded up to the cockpit, and Jean-Paul seemed to be
delighted with what he had seen. His father asked how long it would be
convenient for Jean-Paul to stay with us, and I suggested that he should
stay for at least a week, possibly two. His father said that that would be
perfectly OK as he had been getting bored with his summer holiday since he
and his wife couldn't afford to take time off from work to take him away.
I secretly hoped that Peter was going to find that Jean-Paul would want to
join us in our sexy games, since 2 weeks of avoiding sex with these lovely
boys would drive me mad.

During the conversation, the lock had been closed, and we had been raised
to the level of the harbour, and it was now time for us to move to our
berth at the other end of the harbour, in the marina. Jean- Paul's father
made his excuses, thanked me again for having his son on the boat, and left
to drive home again. Meanwhile, Phil took charge again, and moved the boat
to the marina where the four boys worked very well together securing the
boat, filling the water tank, connecting the electricity, and washing the
boat down to get rid of the salt from our passage from Sark. Phil, Peter
and Paul showed Jean- Paul how to help, and he certainly seemed to be a
fast learner.

Once all the chores were done, it was time for dinner, and I suggested that
we all go ashore, find a nice restaurant, and have our dinner there. The
boys all seemed to be in favour of this, so we walked towards the town
centre, and after a while we found a really nice looking place that seemed
to cater for most tastes. Peter, Paul and Jean-Paul all elected to have
steak, with French fries and peas, while Phil and I chose a nice looking
beef stroganoff. The three younger boys finished with ice cream, and Phil
and I had fruit salad. And we all finished off with coffee.

When we had finished our meal, we went for a walk round the old, walled,
town. Walking along the wall we came to the part that overlooked the sea,
and Phil stopped and stared. I asked him what the matter was, and he said
he hadn't realised that there were so many rocks either side of the marked
channel, and that if he had got it wrong, he would have torn the bottom out
of the boat. I just grinned and said, "But u didn't get it wrong did you"?
And I pointed out that I had been watching everything he had done and would
have taken over if I had felt the need.

By the time we got back to the boat, it was about 10:00pm. We all sat down
on the cockpit, and Phil went and got a bottle of wine, some fruit juice, a
jug, and some glasses. He put ice in the jug, added the wine and then added
the fruit juice and poured a glass for everyone. Once again, I was really
pleased to find that Jean-Paul's English really was excellent, and that we
had not had any language problems so far. We sat and drank our drinks, and
most of the conversation centred round the boys telling Jean-Paul about the
places we had been to so far on our voyage, and about how they had learned
to do the navigation so that I could just have a lazy time. I just grabbed
Peter and Paul and put them across my knee and playfully smacked their
asses, amid much laughter, and this led to a session of horse play between
all of us during which my cock seemd to be grabbed several times, and I was
pretty certain that at least once, by Jean-Paul.

Soon after that I suggested that it was time to get settled down. Phil
washed and stowed the glasses and the jug, Peter and Jean-Paul went
forward, I went aft and left Paul and Phil in the saloon to get their beds
sorted out.

I was getting undressed when Peter came in and whispered to me to remind me
that we had promised not to do anything without him. I put my arm round him
and promised that I would see that the others remembered their promise,
gave his a quick kiss, and he went back to his cabin and closed the door. I
went into the saloon and made sure that Peter and Phil were OK, Kissed them
both, and then went to my cabin, removed my shorts and slip, and slid under
the duvet. Everything seemed very quiet, and I started to gently wank
myself as it seemed to be the only satisfaction I was going to get for a
while.

After about 15 minutes, there was a great shout from the forward cabin, the
door burst open, and 2 very excited boys rushed to my cabin. I turned on
the light and saw that they were both bullock naked, and both had iron hard
cocks. Peter had a big grin over his face, and he told me that he had
decided to come out and ask Jean-Paul if he could wank him. It appeared
that Jean-Paul had been over the moon because he had been worried that
while he was with us he wouldn't be able to wank or do any of the other
things that he usually did with a couple of friends at home. Peter had told
him about the things we did together, and Jean-Paul had said he wanted to
join in with all of us. By this time, Phil and Paul had come and joined us
and were grinning all over their faces. I got out of bed, and Jean-Paul
gasped when he saw my cock. I asked him what was the matter, and he said it
was the first time he had seen an adult penis, and he was surprised at the
size of it. I gently took hold of his 3« inch cock and told him that one
day his might well be even bigger than mine. He grinned and sat on the bed
beside me. I told all the boys to sit on the bed, and I explained to
Jean-Paul how we had to be very discreet and explained the danger I would
be in if anyone outside our circle found out. I also explained the rules
that we had, and he was very excited and assured us all that he would never
tell anyone, and that he was happy with the rules.

I asked Jean-Paul what things he and his friends got up to, and he stumbled
over the words, but explained that it was masturbation and sucking each
others penis. Peter told him the word we used for masturbation was wank,
the word for penis was cock or dick, the word for testicles was balls, and
the word for semen was cum. Jean-Paul said he understood and that he wanted
to wank and suck all of our cocks till we had all cum. We all laughed and
took it in turns to kiss him on the lips. Something else he obviously
wasn't a stranger to.

I suggested that we should start by letting Jean- Paul explore each of our
bodies and get to feel our cocks and balls, and then maybe we should have a
five way circle suck. All the boys seemed happy with this, and Jean-Paul
moved next to Peter and felt him all over while Peter did the same to
him. He then did the same with Me, then Phil, then Paul, and it was obvious
that by the time he had finished, nobody was going to feel shy with each
other. Jean-Paul had a very tender touch, and I was sure he would fit in
very well with where we had got to in our activities together. Next we all
arranged ourselves on the bed so that Jean-Paul would suck Peter, Peter
would suck me, I would suck Phil, Phil would suck Paul, and Paul would be
the first to suck Jean-Paul. We then got busy on each other and there was a
lot of moaning and groaning and slurping noises. Luckily, none of the boats
near to us in the marina were occupied; otherwise we could have had
problems. As it happened, we all seemed to reach our climaxes within a
minute of each other. And judging from the grin on Paul's face, Jean Paul,
in spite of having the smallest cock, had performed very well. Paul said
that he tasted great, and he was so happy to have been the first to get to
taste him.

Once we had all recovered from our orgasms, we discussed changing the
sleeping arrangements. We experimented with all getting comfortable in Tom
and Anita's king size bed, and we found that if we all snuggled up really
close to each other, we should be OK all sleeping together. The others all
went and got their pillows, and we all nestled up with our naked bodies
enmeshed with each other and after some general groping and ball play, we
all drifted off to sleep. I had Phil snuggled behind me with his semi hard
cock nestled in the crack of my ass, and I was behind Jean-Paul, in a
similar position with him.  Just before I drifted into sleep, I wondered
what it would be like to have my cock embedded in Phil's ass, but I decided
we were not quite ready for that just yet. With that thought, I drifted off
to sleep.

If you liked this part of the story and the parts leading up to it, please
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