Date: Sun, 08 Jul 2001 12:28:22 +0100
From: Jimmy Brandon <jabran36@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Voyage of Discovery - Part 5

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 isn't abusive I will reply to it.
All flames, however, are ignored


Chapter 6 -- We Three Discover Oral Sex

While Phil and Peter got the breakfast, Phil, I was to learn, was quite
competent in the galley, Tom and I checked the weather and the forecast.
There was quite a fresh north-westerly breeze, about force 3 to 4 on the
Beaufort scale, and the forecast was for it to hold, and possible freshen
to about force 4 to 5 during the day, possible coming a bit more round to
the north.  This was ideal for our trip to Alderney, and It worked out that
if we left at about 10 o'clock, the tides would be in our favour most of
the way as well.  I checked the charts, and estimated we should arrive at
about 4 o'clock in the afternoon.

As soon as we had had our breakfast, and cleared away, Tom and I doing the
washing up, we started the engine and cast off, rolling out the sails as we
passed through the outer harbour.  Once we cleared the harbour entrance we
set course for the tip of the Cherbourg Peninsula, and found we were
running close hauled.  The boat was making a comfortable 7 knots, and was
healed over at enough of an angle to make the trip exciting.  The boys
decided they wanted to steer the boat, so George, the autopilot, was given
time off watch, and I found that all three of the boys were very good at
steering compass courses.  They worked out a rota so that each one was at
the wheel for about 45 minutes at a time, and that way they didn't get fed
up with it.  When Phil and Peter were not on the wheel, they spent time
with me at the chart table learning more about chartwork.  I concentrated
on teaching them how to do basic chartwork, based on fixes, course and
time, tide, and the boats speed, only using the GPS satellite navigation
system to check our calculations.  Since we could see the coast for the
first part of the trip, we were able to get accurate position fixes which
also gave us another way of checking our calculations.  I was surprised to
find that Peter was as keen to learn as Phil, although attempts to interest
Paul had failed.  Both boys were very bright, and picked up the
mathematical side of what they were doing very quickly and easily.

Once we passed the end of the Cherbourg Peninsula, we lost sight of land
for a time, and I ran a second plot on an old chart, taking the data from
the GPS system, while the boys ran a plot on a new chart using only
calculations.  After 2-1/2 hours, our two plots were only about a quarter
nautical mile apart, which was really good.  I got them to work out the
rest of the journey and calculate what time we would arrive, and they came
and told Tom and I we had got it wrong, and we would arrive, if the present
conditions held, at about 15:15.  As it happened, they were about 10
minutes out in the end.  Quite impressive for young boys, just learning the
skills of navigation.

I explained to the boys that as we got nearer to Alderney, we would have to
watch the effects of The Alderney Race, a strong tidal effect that tried to
force you down the gap between Alderney and the French coast.  If our
timings and calculations were correct, we should only catch the beginning
of it, but once they had been warned about it, they worked out their own
calculations, and as Alderney began to be clearly visible, they asked Paul,
who was on the wheel at the time, to change course.  Paul looked at me and
his dad for confirmation, and we told him to do as the navigators told him.
After all, even if they had got it wrong, they would be erring on the side
of caution which was never a bad thing.

As soon as the boys could identify features on the Alderney coast, they
worked out another position fix and found that they were within half a mile
of where they thought they were and were really cock-a-hoop.  They asked if
they could do all of the navigation for the rest of the trip, and Tom and I
said that they could do it as long as they wanted to, although we would be
keeping an eye on what they were doing, and offering advice when we thought
it was needed.  I was really pleased to see that Phil and Peter got on so
well,

As we got near to Alderney, Tom called the Bray Harbour Master on his
mobile phone, and asked what berthing options were available.  It seemed
that he had called at just the right time, since he was told that one of
the local yachtsmen, who had one of the limited alongside berths in the
harbour, was just about to leave for a trip to England, and that we would
be able to use his berth while we were there.  We were very pleased at
this, because usually, when you visited Bray, you had to use a swinging
mooring in the harbour, and either use your tender, or rely on the water
taxi.

We sailed into the shelter of the Bray breakwater just 10 minutes before
the time predicted by Peter and Phil, and by 4 o'clock, we were secured on
our berth, had stowed everything away and tidied the boat, filled the water
tanks, and were ready to go ashore.  Phil came to me in our cabin and asked
if Peter, he and I could go off on our own.  I said that I realised that he
might want to be on our own so that we could maybe talk about thing we
couldn't discuss in front of the others, but I reminded him that a), we had
to be careful, and b), it wasn't fair to exclude Paul from our company if
he wanted to come with us.  He said he understood, and it finished up that
we all went shore together and walked up the hill to the main part of the
town.  None of us had been to Alderney before, and we found it to be a
really friendly place, with lots of interesting shops.  We all bought some
bits and pieces, and Anita did some shopping to replenish the food stocks.
We also bought several bottles of wine, since the boys had shown an
interest in drinking it with us.

As we walked down the hill, back towards the harbour, we spotted a bar near
the bottom, which offered food in the evenings, and also had some
entertainment by a local singer advertised.  We had a quick discussion, and
we all agreed that it seemed OK for the evening, since we could easily
leave early if we didn't like the entertainment, and we booked a table for
7 o'clock.  This gave us an hour to go back to the boat, have a shower, and
get changed into something comfortable.  When we got back, Tom asked Peter
if he wanted to sleep outside, as he had done the previous night, but he
said it was not as warm today, and he would sleep inside.

The meal at the pub turned out to be really good.  Peter and Paul had
cheeseburgers and French fries, with a salad.  Phil and Anita each had a
sirloin steak with jacket potato and salad, and Tom and I had Dover sole
with new potatoes, cauliflower and green beans.  We all had jam roly-poly
with custard for desert, and when we had finished we were all stuffed to
the gills.  We finished the meal with coffee and mint chocolates, and as we
sat there the entertainer stepped onto the little dais and began to sing
songs in a wide range of styles, many of which could be joined in with by
the customers.  Even the boys seemed to enjoy it, and I thought that Tom
and Anita had done a smashing job of making sure that they grew up well
balanced and with a wide range of interests.

We got back on board at about 11 0'clock.  Tom said it had been a long day
and he was pooped.  He and Anita got ready for bed.  Paul was almost asleep
on his feet, and I helped him get ready for bed, and he was asleep almost
before his head touched the pillow.  Phil and I went to our cabin, and
Peter came with us.  I told him he had better go to his own bed until he
was sure that Paul was sound asleep and there was no sign of any movement
from his parents.  He made Phil and I promise that we would not do anything
until he joined us, and we both reluctantly agreed.

We both got undressed and Phil set up the shelf and cushion between the
bunks, and then we lay on our own bunks, quietly discussing the day we had
had.  Phil was really pleased with the success he and Peter had had with
the navigation and we discussed that for some time.

About 20 minutes later, the door quietly opened and Peter came in and shut
the door.  All he had on was his slip, and as soon as the door was closed,
that came off and was on the deck with our shoes, and he bounded onto the
bunk between us.  I asked him if he was sure that his mum and dad and Paul
were asleep, and he said, "Paul is snoring his head off, and the light went
out in the aft cabin quarter of an hour ago, and there has been no sound
since then.

I asked Peter if Paul often snored, and he said all the time.  I asked if
it kept him awake, and he said sometimes.  I looked at Phil and asked,
"Phil, how would you feel if Peter moved in here with us"?  Phil said, "I
suppose it would be all right if he promised to keep his stuff tidy and out
of the way.  It would certainly make it easier for us to get down to
serious business at night.  I don't fancy having to wait for him every
night".  I said, "OK Peter, this is how it goes.  Tomorrow when your dad
asked what kind of night you had, as he usually does, you complain that
Paul kept you awake most of the night with his snoring.  I will suggest
that you might like to move in with Phil and I, but Phil will make some
half hearted objection.  I will put pressure on Phil, and he will
reluctantly give in.  How does that sound"?  Phil said, "Sounds OK to me.
It will be easy for me to come up with an objection, and dad would expect
me to anyway".  Peter said, "It would be really great if I could get in
here with you.  We could do much more wanking and stuff".  So we agreed to
try it out in the morning.

I then asked what they both wanted to do.  Peter said he first wanted to
explore our bodies, and he first turned his attention to me.  His centre of
interest was the genital area, and he spent some time feeling my balls and
trying to get his hand all the way round my cock, which he could not quite
manage.  He spent a lot of time exploring my foreskin.  He pulled it back
as far as it would go.  He pulled it back up over my glans.  He licked his
finger and slid it inside the skin and ran it round and round under the
skin.  All of this really turning me on until pre-cum was oozing out quite
freely.  Peter asked what it was, and wanted to know if I had cum.  I
explained about pre-cum forming when you got sexually excited but didn't
get off immediately, and that it was there to act as a lubricant when you
started serious action.  He asked how come he never had any, and I asked
how he went about wanking, and he made it obvious that he just rubbed his
cock until he came.  No fore-play of any kind.  I explained to him that he
didn't give himself the chance.  I then told him to lie back on the bunk,
and when I looked at his piss slit, as I expected following his sexual
exploration of me, I was able to show him there was a small drop of juice
there.  He immediately went to touch it, but I stopped him and told him to
explore Phil some, and when he had finished there would be more.  He
proceeded to give Phil a similar examination to the one he had given me,
and then he asked, "What's it like to wank with a foreskin"?  I asked him
if he would really like to feel what it was like, and he said, "Yes, but
how can I.  I haven't got one.

I told him to lie really close to me so that our dicks were almost
touching.
  When he had got himself into position, I first examined his cock and
showed him that he now had pre-cum all over his cock-head.  I guided his
cock until the tip was touching the tip of mine.  We both shuddered at the
touch, but I then pulled my foreskin away from my cock-head and slid his
into the gap beside mine.  It was a little uncomfortable for me at first,
but once I had repositioned Peter so that both cock-heads lay side by side
it was easier.  I then wrapped his hand round it so that he was partly
grasping me and partly himself.  He began to rub backwards and forward, and
he groaned and said that that was fantastic.  I felt really great as well,
and I realised that things were likely to get quite messy before long, so I
told him to stop.  I got the tee-shirt I had used the previous evening and
spread it on the sheet beneath us, and then helped him get his cock back
inside my foreskin.  He began a slow massage again, and the pre-cum from
both our cocks was making them both very slippery, and they were rubbing
against each other as well as being stimulated by Peter's hand.  While this
was going on, I gently reached over and took Phil's dick and began to rub
it gently, but not enough, I hoped, to make him cum.  It wasn't long before
the action of Peter's hand and of our two heads rubbing against each other
began to bring me towards my climax.  It seemed that Peter was getting near
as well because he had a dreamy look, and was beginning to rub harder and
faster.  All of a sudden, I could hold it no longer and my cum began to
shoot out of my balls all over Peter's cock and hand.  This seemed to
trigger Peter into his orgasm, and I felt his more watery spunk jetting
against my head, and his hand was covered in spunk which was leaking
copiously out from my foreskin and over his hand and onto the tee shirt,
some of it finding its way onto me and some onto him.  Peter kept rubbing
gently until we had both finished shooting, and then he lay back so that
his cock fell free of my foreskin.  I lay back, and he peeled my skin back
so that more spunk ran down my cock and onto my balls and tummy.  He then
proceeded to rub his hand in it until it was covered.

Phil, meantime, had taken Peter's prick and was gently playing with it.  In
no time Peter got hard again.  Phil asked if he wanted to do it with him
and he just nodded.  Phil pulled his foreskin out and Peter slipped his
dick inside.  He then took hold and began to do to Phil and himself, whet
he had been doing to himself and me just a few minutes before.  I watched,
entranced that he could get to it so quickly after he had finished with me,
but in no time, it seemed, both Phil and he were grunting and groaning so
much that I had to remind them to keep the noise down.  Next thing I
knew. Spunk was spewing out from Phil's foreskin as it had from mine, and I
could see that Peter was adding his contribution as well as Phil.  I
couldn't think where all his spunk was coming from.  His balls must have
been in overdrive.

It took both of them a little time to recover, especially Peter, but when
he had found his voice he said, "That was the bestest wank I have ever had.
I really wish I had a foreskin like you two".  Phil said, "I don't know
about Bas, but you can share my foreskin any time you like.  That was
great".  I said, "You can share mine as well.  It was a completely new
experience that I want to have as often as I can.

We lay for a little while just feeling each other, and then Phil asked me,
"Bas, have you ever had your cock sucked"?  Peter looked at him and said,
"That's gross Phil.  You're disgusting".  I said, "No he's not.  Oral sex
is reckoned to be very satisfying.  And in answer to your question Phil, I
was once sucked off by my best friend at boarding school, but he made such
a fuss when he got some of my spunk in his mouth that I never tried it on
him".  As I said it, I realised that that best friend was their dad, but I
refrained from telling them that, and hoped that they wouldn't put two and
two together.

Phil asked, "Do you know how to do it"?  I said that I had seen a video
when I was younger where a bloke got sucked off, and I had seen pictures
and read gay stories on the Internet which described it".  Phil said, would
you do it to one of us, so that we can see how to do it"?  I said, "OK, who
wants to go first"?  Phil said he wouldn't mind, but Peter said he wanted
to, so Phil just said, "OK, let him get done first.  But since it was my
idea, I would like to be done as well".

I told peter to lie down, and I lay beside him and began kissing him on the
lips.  I pushed with my tongue, and after a few moments he let me into his
mouth, and we began exploring each other's mouths.  I then moved to his
neck, sucked the lobe of each ear in turn, and then licked my way down to
his little nipples.  As I licked the left one, it began to harden and
became erect.  I then moved to the right and repeated the process until
they both stood out, feeling hard to the touch.  Peter was beginning to
moan softly.  I then licked my way down to his belly button and slurped my
tongue around in it before licking further down until I came to his pubic
mound and was licking round the base of his throbbing 4 inch boner.  I then
moved past his genitals and began to lick the inside of his thighs.  He
groaned more, and Phil told him to shush.  I worked up until I was just
under his scrotum.  I then licked his ball bag all over and took first his
left ball, then his right ball and then both into my mouth, playing my
tongue all over them.  I then began to lick up the outside of his shaft,
working round and round until I came to his purple cock-head.  I ran the
tip of my tongue round the tender ridge, and then sucked his head into my
mouth, being careful not to touch it with my teeth.  Peter let out another
groan and as I sank down, engulfing his whole cock in my mouth, he began to
face fuck me.  On each outward pull he made, I sucked hard on him,
releasing the suction when he pushed back.  His cock was sliding back and
forth over my tongue, and I was using my tongue all the time to keep up the
excitement.  At one time, I also took his balls into my mouth, but that
took the tip of his cock against the back of my throat, and I began to gag
and choke, so I made do with just the cock.  Peter began to hump at my face
more violently, and then I felt his cock-head go as hard as iron.  I felt
his balls twitching on my chin, and all of a sudden, he shot three watery,
sweet shots of boy juice into my mouth.  I swallowed and realised the taste
was exquisite.  Peter fell back on the bunk and just lay there, his face
bathed in sweat, his breath coming in short gasps, as he slowly came down
off his high.  When he had recovered his composure a little, he whispered,
"That was the most fantastic fucking thing that has ever happened to me.
It was fantabulous".  I said, "Actually, it was quite something for me as
well.  Your cumming in my mouth was fantastic".

After a few minutes silence, Phil quietly said, "Who's going to do me then.
  I immediately said that I would, and Peter asked if he could do me at the
same time. I told Peter to get to the foot of the bunk while I positioned
myself to get a good access to Phil's body. Phil pushed himself into the
port side of his bunk, and I lay diagonally across the bunk so that I could
access any of his body from his head to his knees.  I then told Peter to
work his position out when I began to work on Phil, and he grinned and
said, "This is going to be fun".

I began by kissing Phil on the lips, and this very quickly developed into a
tongue battle.  After a few minutes of this, I left his mouth and sucked
the lobes of his ears.  It was at this point that I felt Peter begin to
nibble at my scrotum very gently with his teeth.  It felt really great, and
my already hard cock got even harder.  I licked my way down to Phil's
nipples, and as I began to suck the right one, it grew very hard and really
erect.  I decided to nibble it with my teeth, and this elicited a long
drawn out groan from Phil.  I then transferred to the left, and as I
repeated the performance, Phil groaned again, but even louder.  I was just
about to tell him to keep it quiet, when Peter, who now had my left ball in
his mouth, spat it out and said, "If you're nor careful, you will wake mum
and dad, let alone Paul, and then we will have a problem".

Phil nodded to show that he understood, but he was getting too worked up to
be able to say anything, and I had only got to his nipples.  I licked my
way down to his belly button and began running my tongue round inside it.
Phil groaned again, but quieter this time.  By this time Peter had my right
ball in his mouth, and was trying, without any success to get the other one
in as well, and I was beginning to groan as well, but because of what I was
doing to Phil, it didn't make too much noise.  I moved down towards his
pubic mound, and I could feel the heat radiating from his throbbing cock,
but I ignored that target, and moved position so that I could kiss and lick
the inside of his thighs.  As I ran my tongue very lightly up the inside of
his thigh, he let out another moan, but it was suddenly stifled by Peter
putting his hand over his mouth.  Peter, meanwhile had begun to lick and
kiss his way up the length of my cock which felt really hard.  My balls
felt as if they were about to burst.

I had now reached the point on Phil's thighs where my nose was buried in
his ball sack, and I could tell from the way he was beginning to writhe
about that he was getting pretty excited.
  I nibbled at his scrotum as Peter had done to mine, and this elicited yet
another groan.  I then licked the very bottom of his shaft, which was
throbbing wildly in time with his heartbeat, and began to run my tongue
first up one side then up the other.  By now, the tip of his glans was
forcing its way out of his foreskin, and I could see that there was a
puddle of pre- cum awaiting my attention.  I peeled his foreskin back
gently and his glans was revealed in all its glory, the skin stretched drum
tight and shining a beautiful purple colour.  I ran the tip of my tongue
around the by now super sensitive ridge, and Phil pushed against my lips,
whispering, "Please!
  Please take me now.  I can't take this teasing any more".  I opened my
mouth wide, and took the top of his throbbing cock into my mouth.  Phil
grabbed the back of my head and pulled me onto him in raw lust.  I sucked
as he entered my mouth, but all of a sudden his cock touched the back of my
mouth and I began to gag a little.  I forced myself back until I got my
breath, and I took hold of the bottom of his shaft to stop it going too far
into my mouth, and began an up and down motion, sucking each time I pulled
up, all the time running my tongue around his sensitive cock- head.

All the time this was going on, Peter was going up and down on me with a
ferocity that startled me.  I could sense that Phil was getting near, and I
realised that I was also not too far off.  All of a sudden, Phil began to
twitch in my mouth and I heard him say, "Shiiiiiiiit.  IIIIIIIIIIII'mmmmmm
cuuuuuummmmmiiiiiinnnnnng NOW.  And he bagan to shoot powerful jets of hot
spunk into my mouth.  I swallowed frantically to keep up with him, and I
counted seven shots.  After that he began to relax, but I could still taste
spunk dribbling out, and I kept licking and sucking him until he finally
pushed my head away and sank back on the bunk, bathed in sweat, and gasping
for breath.

Meanwhile Peter had been working on me, and all of a sudden I felt the fire
forcing its way up my cock.  I gasped to him that I was cumming, expecting
him to pull off, but he kept sucking until I began shooting and then he
tried valiantly to swallow it all.  He couldn't keep up with me though, and
spunk escaped from his lips, ran down my shaft, and gathered in my pubic
hairs.  When I had finished cumming, Peter fell back and said, "Phew.  That
was much better than a lollipop or an ice cream.  It tasted great.  How was
it for you Bas"?  I had to admit that my first blow job for many years had
been very enjoyable for me, especially as I was giving one at the same
time.  Peter jumped on top of me and began to French kiss me.  He pulled
away and asked if that was Phil's spunk he could taste, and when I told him
it was, he said, "It tastes a bit sweeter than yours, but I like both
tastes just as much.  We all three came together in an embrace and lay like
that for quite a time until I told Peter that it was time for him to go
back to his own bed and get some sleep, if Paul's snoring would let him.
He pulled a face, retrieved his slip and slid quietly out of the door.

Phil slid closer to me and kissed me again and whispered, "That was really
great Bas.  Thanks for giving me my first blowjob.  I was afraid that you
might get Peter to do it, and I so wanted it to be you.  Peter can give me
one next time, but you had to be the first.  It was absolutely fantastic".
We came together and kissed long and deeply, and for me at that moment,
life was just perfect.  One lover and another who I thought probably was my
lover, but had a little way to go to find it out.

After a while, we both separated, and Phil took the cushion and shelf and
stowed them away.  We lay gazing at each other and fell asleep.  I slept
long and deep, and was awoken in the morning by Peter shaking me and Phil
to tell us it was time we had a shower, and reminding us that we had
promised to try to get him sleeping in our cabin.  He grabbed both of out
cocks and stroked them enough to get us both semi hard and then slipped out
of the door, saying tea would be ready by the time we had out showers.  I
jumped out of bed, slipped my towel round my waist, and slipped into the
bathroom before Phil realised what was happening, but by the time I came
out, he was up and had tidied the cabin and opened that hatch fully to let
the fresh air in.

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