Date: Wed, 20 Jun 2001 20:27:41 +0100
From: Jimmy Brandon <jabran36@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Voyage Of Discovery Chapter 3/Part 1/Installment 2

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 posted the first part of this story a few days ago not knowing what to
expect in response.  I have received several e-mails since, all
complimentary, so I have decided to post the second part.  I appreciate all
constructive suggestions but ignore all flames.  Thank you for your
interest.

Chapter 3 - Phil and I Learn More About Each Other

That day we decided to sail to Weymouth.  We left Yarmouth and sailed
through the Needles Channel on the last of the morning tide, sailed past St
Alban's Head, and anchored in Lulworth Cove for a late lunch.  We took the
dinghy ashore and walked up to the village and back, before returning to
the boat, raising the anchor and sailing on to Weymouth, where we arrived
at about five o'clock and tied up on the outside of two other yachts on the
harbour wall.  By the time we had tidied the boat and filled the water
tanks and washed the decks, it as about 6:30, and we decided that we would
have a look round the town and find somewhere to have dinner.  The boys
asked if they could go and find McDonalds, so Tom gave them some money and
they went off with instructions to be back on board by 10:30.  Tom checked
that Phil had got his mobile so that they could contact us if they needed
to, although we had little doubt that we would hear nothing from them all
evening.  After strolling round the town, and checking out some of the
shops that were still open, Tom, Anita and I found a waterside restaurant
and had a very enjoyable meal, returning to the boat at about 10:00.

By the time that the boys came back, about twenty minutes after us, Tom and
I had the charts out and were studying the almanac for tide times.  Phil
joined us while the two younger boys played cards in the cockpit, and we
worked out our crossing, planning to cross to Alderney, the nearest of the
Channel Islands, the next day.  The crossing was about 56 nautical miles
and we reckoned would take about 10 to 11 hours sailing.  We planned to be
away at 7 o'clock in the morning, which should get us into Braye Harbour by
about 6 o'clcok in the evening.  We decided to split ourselves into two
watches so that for this trip, and any others where we were likely to be at
sea for some time, we would know who could have a sleep when we were tired.
Tom, Anita and Paul made up one watch, and myself, Phil and Peter made the
other.
  We decided that we would do three hour watches on this trip, although we
thought we would probably all be up for most of the trip since it was a
daylight crossing.

By the time we had finished our voyage planning, it was about 11 o'clock,
and we decided to have a quick drink and then go to bed, as we had to up
fairly early in the morning.  Half an hour later, Phil and I were in our
bunks.  It was still warm, so we were again lying on top of our duvets with
Phil Just in his boxers and myself I my briefs.  Phil looked across at me
and I could see that he was studying my body pretty thoroughly.  After a
while he asked, "Why do you wear briefs instead of boxers Bas"?  I replied
that I felt more comfortable with my genitals supported than with them
dangling, as they tended to do with boxers.  And I pointed out that they
tended to conceal it more if you got an erection in public, and made it
less obvious.  Phil asked if I often got hard, and I told him that I was
not over the hill yet, and that a pretty girl with a good figure still
aroused me.  Ha asked if I meant big tits, and I replied that that was one
of the factors, but a pretty bum and a nice face also played their part.
Phil asked me if I ever got aroused by boys, and I told him that until the
previous couple of days, that had never been the case, but I admitted that
following our experience the precious night, I had found myself looking at
a couple of young lads during the evening, and one had started to arouse
me.  Phil was quiet for a bit, and then he said that he found that girls
didn't have much effect on him, but that he often got turned on by boys,
especially at the swimming pool, or in games at school.  He asked if that
meant that he was gay.  I told him that most boys went through what was
often called a homosexual stage during their change from a boy to a man,
and that during that time they often took more interest in their mates than
in girls.  I went on to say that in most cases that changed as they found
out more about themselves and each other, but that in some cases their
interest in males continued into adulthood, and when that happened then
they would probably be considered to be gay.  Phil asked if I was gay, and
I had to think about the answer to that.  I told him that if anyone had
asked me that question a few days ago, I would have denied it very
strongly.  But since I found how aroused I got by him, it was a question I
had asked myself in the last 24 hours.

Phil then asked if we could wank off again, and both do it together.  I was
on the point of saying that I didn't think we ought to when he said that it
was OK, he would never tell anyone.  I just said, "OK".  Phil lifted his
hips from the bunk and slid his boxers down to his knees.  As he released
his penis, it stood at its full 51/2 inches, and I could see it gently
throbbing in time with his heart beat.  I lay taking in the full picture of
this young man.  When standing, he stood at about 5'1" tall.  As he lay
there stretched out on the bunk, I took in the whole length of his body.
His hair was light brown, and cut fairly short, but not close-cropped as
some boys have it these days.  His grey eyes were well spaced and always
seemed to smile.  His face was round, with a dimple in his chin.  As my
gaze moved down, I took in his well-developed chest and the flat stomach
with the beginnings of what I guessed would later be a well-defined
six-pack.  His cock, when erect, was at an angle of about 80 degrees to his
body, and round the base of it, there was a thin ring of fine, almost
blond, pubic hair.  I looked closely and saw that there was the faintest
suggestion of a line of hair leading up towards his belly button, but had
it not been for the light shining from behind it, I wouldn't have noticed
it.  His legs were well developed and looked athletic.  In short, he had
the figure of an Adonis.  Almost perfect.

He looked over at me and said, "Come on then.  Get yours out as well".  I
lifted my bum off the bunk and slid my slip down to my knees.  My penis
stood proud at its full 8 inches, and a trickle of pre-cum dripped to my
stomach.  Phil watched entranced, and then took hold of his cock and began
to slide his foreskin back and forth over the head, while, all the time,
keeping his eyes glued on mine.  I pulled my fore-skin back so that the
shining, purple, glans was fully revealed, and I began to use the tip of my
finger to spread the pre-cum round the tender ridge of my cock-head.  When
Phil saw what I was doing, he stopped rubbing himself and pulled his
foreskin back as I had done.  I could see, in the light from the street
lamps on the quayside, which flooded through the skylight, that he had a
small, glistening, drop of pre-cum nestled in his piss-slit.  He began to
spread it round the ridge of his glans as I had done, and he let out a long
quiet groan.  We both lay there watching each other gently stimulating the
super sensitive ridge, paying special attention to the vee shaped peak, and
both oozing more pre-cum the more we played with the sensitive nerve heads.
When I had sufficient pre-cum to lubricate my hand, I grasped the uncovered
cock-head and began to slowly slide it back and forth in my lubricated
fist.  Phil soon copied what I was doing, and I had to warn him to keep
quiet as he began to groan and thrust his hips so that his cock slid back
and forth in his fist.  We were both massaging our balls with our other
hands, and I could tell that Phil was getting near his climax as he shut
his eyes and thrust faster and faster at his fist.  All of a sudden, his
body convulsed, he let out a quiet grunt and lay back while his cock
erupted with six powerful spurts of semen.  The first landed on his nose,
the second on his chin, and the successive jets got weaker and weaker until
he lay there gently milking out the last drips, still with his eyes glued
on me.  Phil's orgasm finished me off, and I shot seven powerful shots over
my face, chest and stomach, until I also was milking out the last drops.
We both grinned at each other, and Phil said, "That was the greatest wank I
have ever had.  I've always used the foreskin before, but rubbing the bare
dick-head with a lubed hand is much better.  I thought I was going to shoot
through the deck head when I came.

I reached for the tissues, but Phil asked me to wait.  He reached across
and rubbed his hand in the spunk on my body.  I watched him, and he looked
at me with a pleading look, and I reached over and did the same to him.
All of a sudden, he levered his body across the narrowish gap between our
bunks and was lying on top of me with his cock nestling next to mine, and
our love juices mixing together between our bodies.  He nestled his head on
my shoulder.  I reached to the door and quietly slid the privacy bolt home,
and we lay there together, with our arms around each other.  Phil said he
loved me.  I replied that I loved him too, and we fell asleep in each
others arms.

About half an hour later, I woke and Phil was still on top of me asleep.  I
gently blew on his ear lobe until he woke.  I had my finger on his lips to
keep him quiet, and he grinned at me and nodded.  He rolled off me and lay
next to me, and I got some tissues and began to clean him up.  When I had
finished, he did the same to me.  I then told him that he should get back
in his own bed, and I said that we should both be up early and get showers,
or the smell of stale spunk might betray our secret.  I opened the
sky-light to let some fresh air into the cabin and let the sweet smell of
spunk escape, and before I fell asleep, I slipped the bolt back so that if
anyone tried the door, they would not find us locked in and get suspicious.
I fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.

At six o'clock my wristwatch alarm went off, and we both got up quickly,
before the others were about, and had showers in the forward bathroom.  We
both used a little more deodorant than usual to make sure that any unusual
smell in our cabin was drowned, and then we put the kettle on and began to
rattle cups to wake the others and get them out of their pits.  Just before
people began to appear, Phil stepped close to me and had a gentle feel of
my cock through my shorts, and he whispered that he was going to get some
briefs as soon as he could get to a shop, and he asked if I would help him
choose them.  I just grinned my agreement, and he grinned back.