Date: Sat, 30 Jun 2001 10:53:32 +0100
From: Jimmy Brandon <jabran36@hotmail.com>
Subject: Voyage of Discovery/Part 4

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.

If you enjoy this story, or if you don't, please e-mail me and tell me at
jabran36@hotmail.com.  Provided your mail is sensible I will reply to it.
All flames, however, are ignored


Chapter 5 – Peter Applies To Join Our Club

When we went out on deck and checked the weather, we found that there was
still little or no wind, and that it was very hot.  We again checked the
weather fax and found that there was little chance of any sailing that day,
although it looked promising for the following day.  Once again, we had a
council of war, and we decided that as none of us had ever been to
Cherbourg before, we would stay another day, and hope for sailing weather
the next day.

Tom and Anita wanted to go and have a good look round the shops, but I
didn't fancy dragging around shops on a hot day, and I said that I would
prefer to have a lazy day.  Phil asked if he could stay with me, and when I
said OK, Peter asked if he could stay as well.  I could hardly say no,
although I had hoped that maybe Phil and I would have some, if not all, of
the day to ourselves, so it was agreed that Peter would stay with us.. I
asked Paul if he wanted to stay as well, but he opted to go with his mum
and dad.

After the others had gone, Phil, Peter and I spent some time working on the
boat, filling the water tanks, washing the decks and the hull down, and
generally tidying up down below.  When we had finished, we were all hot and
sweaty, and Peter asked if we could go swimming.  I said I didn't know
where we could go, and Peter suggested we swim from the pontoon.  I pointed
out to him that we could see a fair bit of scum and muck floating on the
water and said that some of the boats also probably pumped their sewage
into the water.  This put Peter off and I sent them off to the marina
office to see if they could find out where we could swim.  When they came
back, they told me that they had been told we could swim in the outer
harbour, and that there was a small beach about ten minutes walk away.  We
grabbed our towels, put our trunks on, plastered ourselves with waterproof
suntan cream and headed for the beach.  We dumped our stuff on the sand and
all ran into the water.  We began splashing each other and then we began a
rough and tumble in the water.  During this, Phil took every opportunity to
grope my crotch, being careful not to do it when Peter might see, and I
must admit, I didn't waste many opportunities to return the favour.  At one
point, Phil and Peter were wrestling in the water, just after I had had a
particularly good feel of Phil's dick, and Peter must have come into
contact with his genitals, because he called out, "Phil's got a stiffie,
Phil's got a stiffie".  Phil told him to shut up, and I just grinned.  It
seemed that Peter didn't have many inhibitions around me.  I was not
surprised at his not being worried about Phil, but I was I little surprised
that he was so free and easy with me.  Although we had known each other for
most of his life, we had never got to know each other all that well.  When
I got the chance, I mentioned this to Phil, and he just grinned and said
that the whole family were quite free and easy together, and none of them
were shy about saying things like that in front of each other

Other than us, there was virtually nobody else on the beach, and certainly
no one near to us.  Noticing this, Peter slipped off his trunks and said,
"Let's go skinny dipping".  I said that someone might see us, but Peter
asked, "Who?  There's no one anywhere near us.  Phil looked at me and I
nodded, and we both slipped out trunks off and dropped them down by our
towels.  We spent the next half hour playing in the water, stark naked.
During our playing, there were several contacts made with each others
genitals, but Peter didn't seem to take any special notice of this.  After
all, if we had had our trunks on we would probably have made similar
contact.  The only difference was that like this there was nothing covering
what we touched.

After a while we tired of swimming, recovered our trunks from the beach,
and made our way back to the boat.  By now it was almost three o'clock, and
we hadn't had any lunch, so I knocked together some egg, cheese and ham
salad sandwiches, while Phil and Peter went up to the quayside shop and
bought some ice, and came back and made a couple of jugs of iced squash.
The ice we had over, we packed into the ice box to see if it would stay
frozen.  We took our impromptu lunch into the cockpit, but found the sun
was too hot, so we went below again.

While we were having lunch, I remembered that when Tom had been showing me
where everything was stowed, he had mentioned a cockpit canopy which was
stowed in the aft, starboard, cockpit locker.  When we had finished eating
I suggested to the boys that we should rig it and they thought it would be
a great idea.  After some rummaging, we dug it out.  It was designed to be
slung over the boom, supported on thin metal poles which had clips to clip
them on the deck stanchions which held the safety wires, and tied down with
cords to the safety rails.  It stretched from the end of the boom, which
was almost the end of the boat, almost all the way to the mast.  The result
was that once it was rigged, not only the cockpit was sheltered from the
scorching sun, but so was the saloon roof and the beginning of the forward
cabin roof.  We though this might help to keep the inside of the boat
cooler, and we also found that what little wind there was seemed to funnel
through under the canopy and help to cool things down a bit.

After we had finished rigging the canopy, I went below and washed up the
few lunch things, and when I came up we sat chatting.  Peter said to Phil
that he was glad I had come on the trip.  I was fun and he liked my
company.  I thanked him for the compliment and he looked a bit embarrassed,
but Phil said he agreed and winked at me.  I knew why he liked me being
there, didn't I?

Shortly after this, Tom, Anita and Paul came back laden with bags,
obviously having found plenty to spend their money on.  They sat down in
the cockpit with us and admired the awning and commented on the fact it
made it much more comfortable.  Anita dug into one of the bags and pulled
out three packages and threw one at each of us, grinning at Tom.  I opened
mine, and inside I found two very brief items which seemed to be posing
pouches.  They would certainly cover very little, and when I held mine up,
Paul laughed and said they had got them for everyone.  Tom said they had
seen them in a shop, and decided if we were going to sunbathe, we might as
well get as much tanned as we could.  He added that Peter and Paul's would
probably not get much use since they preferred to go naked, but the rest of
us could preserve a little modesty.  I looked at Phil, but he refused to
return my look.  I wonder why.

Tom said that they had found a wonderful little restaurant about ten
minutes walk away and suggested that we should go and have dinner there.
Paul said it was great because you could have burger and chips, but Anita
said that they also had a very varied menu to cover all tastes.  We all had
a wash and brush up, and made our way there.  Anita, Tom and I all began
salivating when we saw the menu, and we ordered Moules Mariniere.  Peter
asked what it was, and when Tom explained that it was mussels, cooked in
wine, all three of the boys decided they would like to try it, so we
ordered six portions.  While we were waiting, we began a bottle of dry,
white wine, and when the waiter asked if the boys wanted Coke, they all
shook their heads and Peter said, in quite passable French, that they would
drink wine as well.  I asked him where he had learned to speak the
language, and he said that last year he had been on an exchange trip and
stayed with a French family for three weeks.  He said that although they
spoke perfect English, they had insisted on speaking French practically all
the time, and he had had to learn it or be left out of everything.  I asked
where he had stayed, and he told me that it had been just outside St Malo,
and that we were going there after The Channel Islands, and he was looking
forward to seeing Jean-Paul again.

After the meal, we made our way back to the boat.  It was still very warm,
and Peter asked if he could sleep on top of the saloon.  Tom said it would
be safer in the cockpit, but Peter said that there was more breeze on the
saloon.  Tom eventually said it would be OK, and he asked me to help him
secure the canopy to the grab rails down each side of the saloon roof to
avoid any possibility of Peter rolling off the saloon and through the guard
rails.  While we were doing that Peter got an air bed and blew it up, and
brought his duvet and a sheet and a pillow up, and made himself quite a
comfortable bed.

Soon after that, Tom and Anita said they were off to bed, but the boys and
I stayed chatting quietly for a little longer.  Eventually, Paul said he
was going to bed, and Phil said he was ready too.  Peter stripped off and
slipped into his bed, and when I had seen him safely settled, I went down.

When I got to the cabin, Phil had already fitted the shelf and the cushion
in place and was lying on top of his bed, stark naked, with his cock
already half erected.  Before he said anything, I put my finger to my lips
and pointed to the deck hatch above my bunk to remind him that Peter was
just outside, and within earshot.
  I stripped off and went and had a quick cold wash, and when I came back I
whispered to Phil that we had better wait until we were sure Peter was
asleep before we started anything serious.  After about 15 minutes, I stuck
my head up through the hatch.  Peter seemed to be asleep, and his breathing
was deep and regular, as I would expect of a youngster sleeping.  I lay
back down and reached for Phil's still semi-hard cock, and began to stroke
it gently.  He wriggled over towards me, and I whispered that we must keep
the noise down.  He nodded and began to stroke my cock.  He then asked if
we could fuck each other like we had the previous night, I had to think a
minute before I cottoned on, and then I realised that he meant when he had
lain on top of me and we had humped our cocks together.  I felt the tip of
his cock, and found that it was covered with pre- cum.  I knew mine was in
a similar state, so I just said, "Come on then".  And he rolled on top of
me.  I wrapped my arms round him and took hold of the cheeks of his arse,
he kissed me on the lips, and then he began a slow, long humping motion so
that our two cocks rubbed up and down against each other.  When we had done
this the previous night, we were already well aroused, and there was plenty
of spunk to lubricate our bodies, This time, we were both dry, and the
difference was quite amazing.  The action soon pulled both our foreskins
back, and the pre-cum we were producing was sufficient to help the
cock-heads slide well between our bodies, but we were still dry enough to
give me some fantastic feelings through my cock to my whole body.  I began
to get more worked up, and I dug my fingers well into the crack of Phil's
arse and pulled him into me whenever he thrust down.  I felt one of my
fingers poking at his hole, but was too far gone to think a great deal
about it.  In a fairly short time, Phil whispered in my ear that he was
nearly cumming, and I told him that I was too. We both began to hump more
wildly until Phil let out a grunt and began to shoot his semen between us.
The feel of this took me over the top and I began to add my contribution to
the collection.  When we had both finished cumming, Phil lay on top of me
for a few moments, and then rolled off and lay on his back next to me.  I
reached over and pulled his head to mine and placed my lips on his.  To my
surprise, he began to push his tongue against my teeth, and I was just
about to part them when we both jumped out of our skins as a quiet voice
above us said, "You two have made a disgusting mess.  Can I come down and
join you.  Phil retorted angrily, I think more from shock than anything
else, and said, "You fucking little cunt!  Fuck off"!  Peter just laughed
quietly and said, "Perhaps I had better go and tell Dad then".  I said to
Phil, "I think we had better let him come down". And Phil reluctantly
nodded.  I told Peter to come down, and he slipped through the hatch, still
stark naked, forced his way into the gap between us, and began to rub our
spunk covered bodies with his hands.  After a few moments he said, "You two
certainly shot a lot didn't you"?  I said that I supposed we had and asked
what he had in mind.

Peter said, "How long have you two been doing this"? and I told him, quite
truthfully that we had only been doing it for a few nights, since we had
been on the boat.  Peter said that in future, he wanted to be with us when
we did things.  I asked him, "Can you cum Peter"?  He nodded and said,
"Yes.  I have been able to cum for nearly two years now".  I asked him if
he had ever done things with anyone else before, and He said, "Yes, me and
Paul wank each other most nights".  I was quite surprised, and I said, "You
mean that Paul can cum as well"?  and he replied, "He couldn't when we
first started.  He just used to twitch and hump his body as if he wanted to
cum, but nothing came out.  He began to cum about a month ago, and he does
quite well now".

I looked at Phil, and he just shrugged his shoulders.  I said to Peter,
"Peter, what Phil and I do together, we do because we love each other.
It's not just a game.  If we let you join us, it will have to be because
you want to share our love, not just to have a cheap thrill and a quick
wank now and then".  Peter said, "I have realise that you and Phil have
been getting very friendly, and I have felt a bit jealous of you.  Although
Phil probably does not realise it, I really love and admire him.  He is
everything that I want to be.  When I woke up just now and looked in the
hatch and saw you two fucking each other, I nearly cried.  I didn't want
you to steal Phil from me.  I have wanted to do sex things with Phil for
ages.  I just didn't know how to ask him".  Phil reached across and put his
hand gently on Peter's head and quietly said, "I never knew you felt like
that about me.  I have always loved you as a little brother.  I have never
thought of you as a person to share my feelings.  I am really sorry I
didn't realise what you wanted".  I said, "The last thing I want to do is
do anything to make either of you feel that I am stealing one from the
other.  If you are both prepared, we can share what we do together.  I
really like you Peter.  I always have.  Its just that I have never had
sexual feelings for boys before the other night when Phil and I began to
find our feelings for each other, and I have never thought of having sex
with you in any way.  But if you want to share what Phil and I have, I
think we have plenty of love to share with you".  Peter grinned and said,
"You certainly have plenty of spunk to share". And we all laughed quietly.

I then said to Peter, "There are some things you need to know and
understand.  I have explained to Phil that if I were to get caught doing
these things to either of you, I would go to prison.  If we are going to do
things together, you must promise both of us that you will never tell
anyone.  We have also agreed that when we do things together, neither of us
does anything to the other unless we are completely certain that the other
wants to do it as well, and any time we are doing things, if one of us
wants to stop, the other must agree.  Is that all right to you.  You don't
have to feel that because one of us has let you do something to us, you
have to let us do it to you.  If you don't want it done to you, you just
say so and we will honour that without any attempt to force you.  Is that
OK"?  Peter looked at both of us quite seriously and said, "That's great.
I don't know what other things you have done other than what I just saw.
Will you both show me"?  We both said, "Yes". Together.  I reminded Peter
that Paul was just the other side of the door, and that although the door
was quite solid, we still had to be careful.  Peter said, "If Paul does
find out he won't cause any trouble.  He will just want to be included".  I
said, "We will cross that bridge if we come to it, but you have promised
that you won't tell anyone.  That includes Paul. OK"?  Peter nodded.

I then suggested to Phil that we should start showing him some of the
things we had done.  Phil nodded and I looked closely at Peter's cock for
the first time.  I had not previously noticed that he had been circumcised,
and when I commented on it he said, "I used to get a lot of irritation from
it when I was about seven or eight, and the doctor said the best thing to
do was cut it off.  Does it mean I can't do some of the things with you"?
I assured him that it wouldn't make much difference.  I looked him over,
and at first I thought that he didn't have any pubic hair, but when I
looked closely, I saw that he had just a few very fine hairs around the
base of his cock.  Other than that he was completely smooth with no real
definition to his chest and stomach, and with two little nipples which were
almost perfectly flat, but which I suspected would respond to a little
encouragement.  I began to gently stroke his dick, while Phil began to run
his hand up and down his inner thigh.  Peter shuddered and said, "That
feels great".  I rubbed my finger in some of the spunk on my body so that
it was well lubricated, and then began to rub it round Peter's cock-head.
Phil, meantime had worked his way up to his balls, and was gently massaging
them.  Peter reached out both sides of him and took each of our cocks, one
in each hand, and began to gently rub them up and down.  He obviously knew
how to use a foreskin to cover the cock, and when I said so, he said that
was how he wanked Paul.  I gently took his hand away and placed it, palm
down, in the mess on my belly, and rubbed it round so that it was well
covered.  I then pulled my foreskin back and told him to rub the cock-head
without the foreskin.  He tried it and said that it felt great.  He rubbed
his other hand on Phil's belly, pulled his foreskin back and began to rub
his glans as well.  All the time, I had been rubbing at his 4 inch cock,
concentrating on the naked glans, and he began to moan and groan and thrust
his cock into my hand with every downward thrust.  I eased off him a
little, and he asked why I had slowed down.  I explained that the aim was
not to reach an orgasm as quickly as possible, but to make it last as long
as possible to get more pleasure.  I explained that one of the ways to do
this was to be sensitive to the other persons reactions and slow down when
they were getting close to delay the climax.  Peter, meanwhile had been
steadily rubbing our cocks.  I was beginning to get quite worked up, and I
could see Phil was too, so I began to work harder on Peter's cock.  We all
began to breathe more heavily, and all of a sudden, I felt Peter's cock
twitch in my fingers and get quite a bit harder, and he began to shoot
spurts of watery boy cum up into the air.  The sight of this brought me to
my climax, and I leant in towards Peter and began to shoot my load all over
him.  After I had shot a couple of times, Phil began to add his juice to
the mess on his brother's torso.  By the time we had finished shooting, I
estimated Peter had shot five times, Phil had shot seven or eight times,
and I had shot seven times.  I grinned and said to Peter, "Where is the
disgusting mess now.  Peter put his hand on his tummy and began to mix all
the juices together, and when he had finished, Phil dipped his fingers into
the mixture, scooped some up and sucked it from his fingers.  Peter
shuddered and said, "You're gross"!  Phil said, Bas and I did this last
night so that we became spunk brothers.  If you really want to join us you
must do the same".  Peter looked at me, I think hoping that I would say he
didn't have to do it, but I just scooped some of the mixture onto my
fingers and sucked it off and swallowed it.  It tasted different to last
night.  A bit more sweet.  Peter looked at both of us again, dipped one
finger gingerly into the mess, sniffed it, wrinkled his nose, and then
licked it.  After a moment he said, "It wasn't as bad as I thought".  He
scooped up more on three fingers this time, sucked it off and then did it
again.  He grinned at both of us and said, "I thought it was going to taste
horrible, but I like it.  Am I a member of the club now"?  We both grinned
at him and nodded our heads.  I pulled Peter on top of me, Phil nudged
close beside me, and I moved Peter so that he was lying on both of us.  We
all put our arms round each other and hugged ourselves together with our
mixed spunk being spread on all of our bodies.  I felt Phil's hand grip the
cheek of my arse, and then his finger slid into the crack, and he pushed
gently round the puckered hole.  I realised he was returning the feel I had
had of his arse earlier.  I said to him, "If we are going to do that to
each other, we had better do it to Peter as well.  Share and share alike
eh".  Phil nodded, and as I poked at Peters bum from one side, I felt him
do it from the other.  When be both touched his rose-bud hole, he shuddered
and grinned at both of us.  I suggested we had probably done enough for one
night, and that Peter had better go back on the roof and into his bed.  He
said, "I can't go to bed covered with this mess".  I went to grab some
tissues and then thought there was rather a lot of spunk for that, so I
opened one of my lockers, pulled out a used tee-shirt and cleaned us all up
with that.  When I had finished, I sniffed it and said, "I'm not going to
wash that one, we can keep it to clean ourselves up and after the holiday,
whenever I want a reminder I will just get it out and sniff it".  Peter
said, "You're disgusting". And grinned.  He then went to climb out of the
hatch and said, "You won't carry on without me will you.  Promise"?  We
both whispered that we promised and he climbed out of the hatch and stuck
his head back down and said, "Remember, you promised" I ruffled his hair
and told him playfully to get lost.  He reached for my head, kissed me on
the lips, did the same to Phil and then disappeared and we could just hear
him quietly getting back into his own bed.  Phil reached for my head and
kissed me, once again pushing with his tongue.  I opened my mouth and let
him enter, and we spent a few minutes exploring the contours of each
other's mouths until he pulled away.  He whispered, "The little cunt.  I
never realised he felt like that about me. I almost wanted to cry when he
said all that shit.  Do you think he will keep quiet"?
  I said, "I think he loves you too much not to.  And I hope he grows to
love me as well.  I really enjoyed giving him some of the pleasure we have
shared.  I hope you didn't mind, but he didn't give us much choice did he"?
Phil said, "No.  I don't mind.  I'm rather pleased actually.  His spunk
tastes really sweet doesn't it?  At that he moved back to his side of the
cabin and stowed the board and cushion away, and we both drifted off to
sleep.  I dreamt about the three of us swimming and running through woods
in the nude, and rolling in the grass doing all sorts of things to each
other that I had not dared to suggest to Phil yet, but which I was sure we
would probably finish up doing to each other.  I woke up suddenly and found
I was about to cum again.  Luckily I had not put the sweat shirt away and I
grabbed it and shot my not inconsiderable load into it.  Phil stirred in
his sleep, but didn't wake.  I held the sweatshirt to my face and breathed
in the smell which was now beginning to smell a bit stale and sour.  What a
way to fall sleep again.

Peter woke us both in the morning by slipping down into the cabin and
pulling at our cocks.  We both grabbed him and enjoyed a bit of a rough and
tumble, being careful not to make too much noise.  Peter began to stroke
both our cocks, but I said to leave it until tonight.  Someone might
surprise us.  He slid out of the hatch like an eel, and two minutes later
he opened the cabin door, now dressed in his shorts, whispered, "You lot
smell disgusting".  Phil replied, "So do you", and I said, "We had better
all have showers before the other are up.  Peter grabbed his wash kit and
went to the aft bathroom, Phil just beat me to the forward one, and I
decided to put the kettle on.  While it was boiling, I went back into the
cabin and realised what Peter had said was true.  The cabin reeked of stale
spunk.  When Phil came out of the bathroom, I told him to get the air
freshener and spray our cabin to disguise the smell.  I had already checked
that the hatch was wide open.  By the time I had had my shower, it smelt a
lot fresher in there, and I could not smell anything that wouldn't pass for
sweaty bodies.