Date: Mon, 18 Oct 2004 08:39:03 +0100
From: Jimmy Brandon <jabran36@hotmail.com>
Subject: Voyage of Discovery 13

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 their eager agreement, 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 emails 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
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Copyright Jimmy Brandon 2002 All rights reserved


Voyage of Discovery - Chapter 14 - The Crew Gets
Larger


In spite of so many people being in the bed, I
slept very deeply. When I woke, I was aware that
Phil was sprouting a boner, and I could feel it
probing the crease of my bum. I looked over my
shoulder at him, and he was grinning at me,
showing that he was fully aware of what was
happening. This in turn caused me to start
getting hard, and I was aware that my cock was
poking between Jean_Paul's legs, and as it
extended, I could feel it pushing against his
ball sack. Jean-Paul groaned and woke up. He
couldn't help but be aware of my engorged cock
poking his balls, and he reached between his
legs and gently squeezed the head, pulled the
skin back, and ran his finger round the crown.
He looked over his shoulder and grinned at me. I
reached over him and found his cock nestled
against Peter's back, and began to gently
squeeze it.
This activity quite quickly woke Peter and Paul,
and we all sat up and found spaces on the bed
where we could see each other clearly. I asked
Jean-Paul if he had slept well, and he nodded
and said he had, and that he had enjoyed waking
to find my cock between his legs. Everyone
laughed and Paul said, "You're the lucky one
Jean-Paul, I wish I'd woken with Bas's cock
between my legs".
I lay back and started to wank myself while I
watched my circle of lovers. Phil asked me if it
would be OK if they got either side of me, and
everyone wanked themselves and shot their cum
onto me. I liked the idea of that, and in short
order everyone was pumping their cocks and
grunting and groaning as they got more and more
excited. Phil was the first to cum, and it felt
wonderful as his warm juice began to land on my
belly and chest. He was closely followed by Jean
-Paul, then Paul, then me, and finally Peter,
everyone depositing their warm semen on me. When
we had finished, I rubbed my hand in the juice
and mixed it well together. I then said that
Jean-Paul needed to be properly initiated into
our group, and I pulled him down to lie on top
of me while the others helped him to get well
covered in our mixed cum. He then lay back, and
all four of us began to lick him clean which
caused him
to giggle uncontrollably. He was obviously very
ticklish.

When we had finished cleaning Jean-Paul up, he
pointed out that I also needed cleaning, so all
four boys started licking my belly and chest
till I also was clean. I then suggested that it
was time for showers, and we decided that Jean-
Paul and Peter should use the forward shower,
while Phil, Paul and I used the larger aft
shower.

After we had showered, I told the boys to put on
their slips and shorts as we were in a public
marina, and you never knew who might look in.
Then I asked Jean-Paul if he was any good at
cooking, and he said that he was all right at
most things. I suggested that he and Phil get
the breakfast while Peter and Paul see to
filling the water tank and checking the engine.
I busied myself setting up the picnic table in
the cockpit and getting all the cutlery,
condiments, cereal etc ready. I could smell
tantalising smells from the galley, and I
realised that
after all our activity since we had last eaten,
I was quite hungry.

It wasn't long before Jean-Paul popped his head
up to say that breakfast was ready, and I called
Peter and Paul and suggested that we have the
cooked breakfast first, and the cereals after,
so that the food didn't get cold. Phil and Jean-
Paul served up bacon, sausages, mushrooms, fresh
tomatoes, baked beans, and scrambled egg with
cheese in it. We all set to with gusto, and it
wasn't long before our plates were empty.
Everyone then had a bowl of cereal and a glass
of orange, and we finished off with fresh
coffee, which Jean-Paul had made with some
ground coffee his mother had given him to bring
with him. He told us he also had some cake, and
some home made biscuits for us.

While we were eating, an elderly English couple
walked past, saw the spread we had, and the man
said to me, "You must have your work cut out
feeding this lot". I explained to him that I
only did the cooking when it was my turn and
that Phil and Jean-Paul had produced this meal
without any help from me at all. He laughed and
said that he wished that his kids had been such
good cooks when they lived at home. His wife
agreed and said I was very lucky to have such
clever sons. The boys laughed, and I had to
explain that they were not my sons, and how I
came to be sailing with them. The couple
complimented me on my crew, and walked on.

When we had finished breakfast, I began to clear
the table, but Peter told me to sit down and
relax, and that he and Paul would clear up and
wash up. I decided that on this occasion I would
do as I was told, and I sat back and mused again
on how well Tom and Anita had brought their
offspring up. I was really pleased to notice
that Jean-Paul mucked in and helped them without
being asked.

When everything was stowed away, I called all
the boys together and said we needed to decide
what we were going to do for the next 2 weeks,
remembering that we had to be back in St Malo,
or somewhere nearby at the end of the period for
Jean-Paul to get home. Jean-Paul said that it
didn't matter where we finished up, so long as
it was in France, as his father would come and
collect him from wherever it was.

Phil then piped up and said, "Why don't we phone
Tom, on Sark, and see if their parents would let
them come sailing with us for a week. We could
take them to Guernsey, Alderney, Jersey, and
back to Sark, and we could have loads of fun in
the meantime". Jean-Paul asked who Tom was, and
Peter explained about our little adventure when
we had last been on Sark. Once Jean-Paul
realised that the
boys from Sark were just as sexy as the rest of
us he seemed quite happy, and everybody seemed
to think that was a great idea. I told the boys
that I needed to ask their dad first, and I
called Tom, told him how we had done so far,
explained that we had met these boys on Sark and
that Phil, Peter and Paul had got very friendly
with them, and asked if he would mind if we took
them with us for a few days while we were in the
area. He asked If I was satisfied that they were
OK, and I said that I liked them just as much as
the boys did, and he said that so long as I was
happy, he didn't mind them being on the boat. I
relayed this to the boys, let them have a chat
with their Dad and Mum, and then rang off.

Next I suggested to Phil that he should phone
Tom on Sark, and ask him if he thought his
parents, and the other boy's parents would let
them join us for a week or 10 days sailing. Phil
phoned him, and when he explained our idea to
Tom, we could all hear the excitement in his
voice. I asked Phil to let me talk to him, and
he was so excited, I had a job to get a word in
edgeways. I told him that I would have to meet
all the parents and talk to them first, so that
they had a chance to see who was offering to
take their sons away sailing, and he said that
his Dad was there now, and would I like to ask
him. I asked if he had told his parents about
our meeting them before, and he said that he
had, but that he had been very careful what he
had told him. He then called his Dad, and I
heard him explaining that they had been invited
to join us, and that I wanted to speak to him
about it. I introduced myself and explained that
when we had met on the island, the boys had got
on really well together, and that we would like
to invite them to join us for a week or so on
the boat, but obviously, only if their parents
were happy with the idea. He asked when we
planned to pick them up, and I did a quick
calculation and said that we would sail later in
the morning, and we should be anchored by early
evening. Tom's Dad suggested that he contact the
other parents, and that he organise a bar-b-cue
in his garden for them and us so that we could
all meet each other at the same time and talk it
over. I accepted his kind invitation and he
passed me back to Tom who said he was off to
tell the others
as quickly as he could. I passed him back to
Phil, and I heard Phil explaining about Jean-
Paul. Obviously Tom asked if Jean-Paul was into
the same as the rest of us, and Phil told him
that he was just as sexy as all of us.

I pointed out to the boys that if we were going
to get back to Sark for the evening, we needed
to get moving. I asked Phil and Peter to show
Jean-Paul how to work out a passage plan for our
trip to Sark, and then get the boat ready for
sea. Meanwhile Paul and I would go ashore and
top up our supplies and make certain we had
plenty of food to last us until we got to our
first port of call after we left Sark.

By the time Paul and I got back to the boat,
laden with bread, croissants, milk, vegetables,
meat, and all the other things we would need to
feed 9 people with big appetites for a few days,
the other three had worked out the passage plan
and had everything stowed safely, and the engine
ticking over ready to leave.  Phil explained
that the wind was from the North-West, which was
very nearly on the nose for the trip to Sark. He
said that if we sailed, because we would have to
tack back and forth all the way, we wouldn't get
there till about 9:00pm, but that if we motored,
we should be there by about 5:00pm. I asked if
he had done the engine checks, and he assured me
that he had, and that he had shown Jean-Paul how
to do them as well. He had also checked the fuel
level, and we still had sufficient fuel for
about 700 miles. This meant that all we had to
do was to cast off, get through the lock, and
get under way for Sark. I asked Peter to take
the helm and tell everyone what he wanted them
to do, reminding him that Jean-Paul would need
to have things explained more carefully as he
wasn't as experienced as the rest of them. I
took my place at the back of the cockpit again,
so that I could take over if it became
necessary, and Peter directed everyone in
letting go the springs, (two mooring ropes that
stop the boat moving backwards and forwards on
its mooring), and to single up the bow line and
the stern line so that they could be let go from
on deck. We then cast off and moved carefully
out of the marina and into the lock. We had to
wait about twenty minutes for other boats to
join us in the lock, then we went down to the
lower level of the water outside the dock, left
the lock, and made our way up the channel to the
open sea. During the whole of that operation,
which took about an hour and a half in all, I
only had to make one small correction in what
Peter did. Otherwise he managed it perfectly.
Not bad for a 12 year old. But it went along
with my feelings for young people, in that if
you give them trust and responsibility, they
will respond in a positive way and surprise many
with their capabilities.

Once we cleared the Fairway Buoy, Peter set the
auto-pilot and went below to check that the
waypoints for our course were properly plotted
into the GPS navigator. The weather wasn't as
nice as it had been since we had left England,
and it was cloudy, with a chilly breeze, so none
of us were inclined to discard our shorts and
tee-shirts, although it wasn't cold enough to
have to wear extra clothing.

We had some discussion about sleeping
arrangements once the boys from Sark joined us.
It was obvious there was nowhere on the boat
where we could all sleep together, so we decided
that the group would probably break up into
three groups, One group in the forward cabin,
one in the aft cabin, and one using the double
berth that could be made up in the saloon which
was quite large enough for three if required. We
decided that we would leave the groupings to
work themselves out, and that they would
probably be flexible and change from night to
night. We also decided that we would restrict
sex to early morning and night time unless
anything unusual occurred, feeling that too much
sex would make it lose its appeal after a while.
After all Phil, Peter, Paul and I still had the
probability of quite a long time together yet.
We didn't want to lose our desire for each
other. (As if).

After we had been at sea for about two hours, we
noticed a power boat ahead of us that didn't
seem to be going anywhere. It first we wondered
if it was stopped for some fishing, but as we
got closer, we could see that they seemed to
have trouble. Phil switched off the auto-pilot
and took over control of the boat and brought us
to within hailing distance. There were three
people on board, mother, father, and 9 year old
son. They told us that they had caught some
fishing net round their propeller, and that they
couldn't get it free. They told us they had been
in touch with the French Coastguard, but that
they hadn't yet asked for any assistance, since
they had hoped to be able to clear it
themselves. However, the father had been over
the side, but hadn't been able to clear the net.
Phil said that he was a strong swimmer, and he
said he could try to cut the net free. I wasn't
sure about that. It would mean him going under
the boat, and working with a sharp knife while
holding his breath. However, he persuaded me
that he could do it OK. Phil went below and got
his mask and snorkel, and a diving belt with a
very sharp knife. I manoeuvred our boat
alongside theirs, and we tied the two boats
together, and I asked the man on the other boat
to let me have his ignition key while Phil was
under the boat, just to make certain that nobody
started the engine. I insisted that Peter wore
one of the boats safety harnesses with a rope
attached, even though it might hamper him a bit.
I also insisted that he wore a pair of
industrial gloves to protect his hands. Once we
had got him kitted up, he dropped over the side
and dived under the stern of the boat. He seemed
to me to be down there a long time, but he came
up with a big handful of net that he had managed
to cut free, and he told us that he had got
about one third off. He took another deep breath
and dived again. Once again, I was beginning to
get worried about how long he was under, and I
was beginning to think I'd better pull him up
using the safety rope when he surfaced again
with an even bigger handful of net. After one
more dive, he came up with a big grin and said
he had got it all off. The family were
delighted, and the once we had got Phil back on
board, I passed the ignition key back, and the
man passed a 100 Euro note across for Phil. Phil
didn't want to take it, but the man insisted,
pointing out that if Phil hadn't been able to do
the job for him, it would have cost him a lot
more than that. He then started his engine and
gingerly slipped the engine into gear, and the
boat began to move forward. They shouted their
thanks and then set course for St Peter Port. We
resumed our course while Peter went below and
brewed a pot of tea for all of us, mainly to get
a warm drink inside Phil who had said that it
was quite chilly in the water.

At about 4:30pm, we nosed into Dixcart Bay,
which we were very pleased to find was free of
other boats, and we dropped anchor. Phil phoned
Tom and told him we had arrived, and Tom said
that he would be down at the beach in 15
minutes.  We dropped anchor and while Paul and
Jean-Paul kept a watch on the GPS to make sure
we were not dragging our anchor, the rest of us
launched the dinghy and had a quick shower, and
got changed ready for the visit to Tom's home
and the bar-b-cue. When we were ready, Phil took
over the GPS watch while Paul and Jean-Paul got
ready. As we all got into the dinghy to go
ashore, we saw Tom, Alex and Aaron come down to
the beach and start waving. As we touched the
beach, Phil stopped the motor, Peter jumped into
the water with the bow rope and pulled us close
so that the rest of us could jump ashore without
getting our feet wet. We lifted the dinghy out
of the water and carried it up the beach so that
it was above the high water mark, and while I
locked the outboard to the transom so that it
couldn't be used, Peter introduced Jean-Paul to
Tom, Alex and Aaron. We all hugged and kissed
each other, and I was pleased to see that when
Jean-Paul greeted the three boys, they each
kissed and groped each other without any signs
of being shy.

I asked Tom where Jamie was, and he said that he
had fallen out of a tree the previous evening
and broken his leg, and he wouldn't be able to
come sailing with us. We were all a bit upset at
this, but as Peter pointed out, it meant that we
were an equal number, which might make things a
bit easier.






I asked Tom what his father's reaction had been
to our invitation, and he said that he had been
only too happy that they had found some friends.
He said that there were not many kids on the
island, and his Dad was pleased they had found
something to help keep them out of mischief. We
all laughed at that. Alex and Aaron both said
their parents had been surprised, but that they
were keen to meet us so that they could make a
decision as to whether they could come or not.

The three boys led us up the path, and Tom
warned us to make sure we didn't give any hint
to any of their parents that we were all
sexually interested in each other, or there was
no way they would be allowed to come. I
reassured them that we had already discussed
that, and that we had no intention of saying
anything about that side of our friendship.

When we got to the end of the path, we didn't
have far to go before Tom opened a gate and led
us into the front garden of his home. He led us
round the side of the house, which seemed quite
large, and round the back we found six adults
and 3 younger children, aged between about 6 and
10, all sat round a table with drinks. A man,
who Tom introduced as his Dad, got up and came
to meet us, and Tom introduced us all to him and
he shook hands, smiling all the time. He then
introduced us to the others, Tom's Mum, Alex's
Mum and Dad, and Aaron's Mum and Dad. The three
children were Tom's 10 year old sister, and
Alex's twin brothers, both 7 years old.

We were all given drinks and while Tom led all
the kids off to go and play in the orchard, I
sat and had a long chat with the other adults. I
explained the circumstances of my being on the
boat with the boys, and told them that I was a
yachtmaster and had been sailing since I was the
age of the boys. They asked what we planned to
do, and I said that we didn't have any hard and
fast plans, but that we were thinking of
visiting Guernsey, Alderney, and maybe Jersey,
and then bringing the boys back. I asked if
these arrangements were OK with everyone, and
Alex's Mum asked if I was sure that I didn't
mind the responsibility of so many young
ruffians. I grinned and told her they couldn't
be any worse that the four I already had, and
that I was in fact looking forward to having
them with us. Aaron's Dad said that it was
obvious that I hadn't known them for very long,
or I might have changed my mind. But it was said
with a grin on his face. After a few more
questions, Tom's Dad said that they were all
more than happy for the boys to come with us. He
said that it was a great pity that Jamie had had
an accident, but that it would make life a
little easier for me. We then called the boys,
and we got on with finishing the preparation of
the food and eating it.

After the meal, we arranged that Tom, Alex and
Aaron would come down to the beach at about
9:00am in the morning to join us. I told their
parents what kit they should bring with them,
and asked them to make sure it was packed in
bags that could be easily folded up and packed
away since suitcases were not very convenient on
a boat. At about 10:00pm, Phil, Peter, Paul,
Jean-Paul and I said goodnight, and the three
island boys said they would come down to the
beach with us to "make sure we didn't get lost".
We walked down the path, and when we reached the
beach, We all stripped off, paired up, Phil with
Tom, Peter with Alex, Paul with Aaron, and me
with Jean-Paul and we all proceeded to get into
a 69 position and suck each other till we had
all reached our climax and fed each other with
our hot cum. A very pleasant nightcap. The
Island boys then grabbed their clothes and ran
off up the path stark naked, while we launched
the dinghy and motored back out to the boat,
also stark naked. We decided that we would sleep
in two groups that night, and Peter and Jean-
Paul went to the forward cabin, while Phil, Paul
and I went to the aft cabin. We didn't know what
Peter and Jean-Paul got up to, but judging from
the moans and groans they enjoyed it. We decided
that we would have a 3 way wank. Phil and I
ganged up on Paul and told him that we were
going to cum over him. He grinned, and grabbed
my cock and started to wank it hard. I grabbed
Phil, and he grabbed Paul, and in quite a short
time, Paul was covered with a sticky, warm
mixture of sweet tasting cum. Phil and I felt
that we just had to lick him clean, which we did
amidst his giggles and shrieks. After that, I
lay back with a lovely boy on each side of me
and hugged them close while we drifted off to
sleep.
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