Date: Sat, 14 Jul 2001 20:57:54 +0100
From: Jimmy Brandon <jabran36@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Voyage of Discovery - Part 6

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

This story is copyright 2001 Jimmy Brandon


Chapter 7 -- Peter Moves In

By the time Anita and I had prepared a full cooked breakfast, everyone was
washed and dressed, and as it was a lovely, warm morning, we set a picnic
table up in the cockpit, and all took our breakfast up there.  While we
ate, Anita commented that Peter looked a bit peaky, and asked if he had
slept all right.  He said, "No I didn't.  Paul was snoring all night, and I
couldn't get to sleep properly".  Tom said, "I know he snores Peter, but
it's not that bad".  Peter said, "Oh yes it is.  I should know.  It's me
that has to put up with it most nights".

After a bit, I said, "If it is really that bad, I suppose Peter could move
into our cabin.  There's the fold down bunk above Phil, and there is really
plenty of room.  What do you think Phil"?  Phil snorted and said, "He's not
moving in with us.  He smells half the time.  He doesn't know what a shower
is".  Peter said, "I'd promise to shower every day.  Twice a day if you
want.  But anything would be better than Paul's snoring".  Phil said,
"Well, ------- if you really make sure you shower night and morning, and if
you don't leave your smelly clothes all over the place, I suppose we could
give it a try.  But if you go back on your word, you're out".  Tom said,
"Thanks Phil.  And thanks Bas.  Are you sure you don't mind"?  And I said,
"No.  It won't hurt to give it a try.  I'm sure Peter will keep his word
and keep himself fresh, although I haven't noticed him smelling at all".

Peter bounded below at once and began to move his stuff into the spare
locker in our cabin.  Phil and I followed and helped him get sorted out,
and re-arranged our kit to make it a snug as we could.  Peter shut the
door, grinned at us both, and hugged first Phil and then me.  He then stuck
his hand up the leg of my shorts, pulled my dick free of my briefs and
kissed the head.  He then put it back where he had found it and did the
same to Phil.  "This is going to be great", he said.  I grinned at him.  I
thought it really was going to be great, and I could see from Phil's face
that so did he.

After Breakfast we all strolled to the town again, and in one of the shops
I spotted a digital camera.  I had been thinking of getting one for some
time, and the one in the shop was one of those that was highly recommended
in a couple of computer magazines.  I went into the shop with Peter and
Paul in tow, and I took a couple of pictures of them on the display camera,
which the assistant then loaded into a PC so that we could see the results
on the screen.  I asked him to print the pictures, and he did.  The quality
was simply amazing.  I decided to buy the camera, and I also bought a
couple of extra memory cards for it, and a device which made it easy to
download pictures onto my laptop computer which was tucked away in my
locker on the boat.  I was pleased with the price I was able to get after a
bit of bargaining, and we rejoined the others and began to take pictures of
each other and the sights of Alderney.

When we got back to the boat, I got my laptop out of the locker under my
bunk, and the boys got quite a surprise.  They hadn't realised that I had
brought it with me.  We copied all the pictures from the cameras memory to
the hard disk on the laptop, and we could then see all the pictures in all
their glory.  Everyone was most impressed, including me.  I was very
pleased with my new toy, and I had some ideas for its use that I don't
think had occurred to Phil and Peter yet.  They would soon find out.

After lunch, which we had in the cockpit, I taught the boys how to take
pictures, both outside and inside, using the built in flash.  I taught them
to work out the angles they took the pictures at so that they didn't get
redeye with flash pictures, I also taught them how to use the macro
facility to take pictures really close up, and they all managed to get
really impressive close-up pictures of flowers.  Paul even managed to snap
a butterfly really close to, but by the time he had handed the camera to
Peter so that he could try, it had flown away.  I then taught the boys to
transfer the pictures to the laptop, and they were very pleased with their
efforts.  Tom and Anita were very complimentary as well.  I could see that
we were going to have a lot of fun with that camera, but I didn't think
Tom, Anita or Paul were likely to see all of the pictures!!

Later all three boys came with me for a walk round the harbour to Fort
Albert, the remains of the second world war fortifications.  I explained to
the boys how the Channel Islands were the only part of Britain which were
occupied during the war, and how they had used slave labour to build the
fortifications to protect them from invasion by the British.  We took a lot
of pictures on the digital camera, and when we got back to the boat, we
once again copied them to the laptop.  By the time we had finished it was
about 7 o'clock, and Tom and Anita, who had stayed on board reading the
papers and listening to the radio while we had gone for our walk, suggested
that we go to the pub again for dinner.  Everyone seemed quite happy with
that idea, so we all got ready and trooped off, returning to the boat again
at about 10:30pm.

Phil, Peter and Paul all said that they were tired and started to get ready
for bed.  Anita, Tom and I sat in the cockpit, each with a large brandy,
and Tom asked if I was sure I didn't mind Peter moving in with us.  I said
that it certainly made it cosy with three of us in the cabin, but that
there was room enough, and it was better for Peter than his having to put
up with Paul's snoring.  Anita said that they knew all about Paul, and they
had been surprised that Peter had not complained sooner.

Tom said that all the boys obviously thought the world of me, but that he
hoped they were not imposing themselves on me too much.  I assured him they
were not, and that I would say so if I wanted a break from them.  With
that, we all drained our glasses and went to our cabins.

When I entered the forward cabin, Peter was in the top bunk, and Phil was
lying with his back towards me in his bunk.  They were both not making any
sound, and I thought that maybe they had fallen asleep.  I was quite
surprised to find that I was disappointed at this, but I stripped off and
slid under my duvet.
  As I lay down, Peter said quietly, "We thought you were never coming to
bed".  Phil said, "Yes, we nearly carried on without you, but after your
act this morning, getting Dad to let Peter move in here, we thought we'd
give you a second chance".

Phil quickly filled the gap between the bunks with the shelf and cushion,
and Peter slipped down off his bunk onto the wide, cabin wide bunk below.
Phil asked, "What are we going to do tonight then"?  I replied, "I thought
we could try some photography".  Both boys looked at me as if I had gone
mad.  I said, "It's OK. You'll like this photography I think.  I want the
two of you to have a session while I take photographs of you.  We can than
put them all on the laptop and make a PowerPoint presentation of them so
that we can watch each others activities in a slide show".  Phil grinned
and said, "Great.  What do you think Pete"?  Peter said, "Do I get to
photograph you two as well"?  And I said, "Of course you do.  We all get to
photograph each other".

I got both of the boys to slip into their slips, tee shirts and shorts, and
to pose lying side-by-side looking at a Gay magazine that I had managed to
buy without anyone knowing on one of our shopping trips.  In fact it was
the magazine that had given me the idea of the photographs.  I got the
digital camera out and took a couple of shots, and then I got the boys to
arrange their cocks, which were by now quite hard, so that their shorts
were showing their erections very clearly, and I snapped off another couple
of shots.  I then got them to stare quite obviously at each other's bulge
and clicked the camera again.  Next I got Phil to put his hand on Peters
bulge and look questioningly into his eyes.  The next shot was of them both
holding each others bulge and smiling at each other.  I then told them to
imagine they had never done anything to each other before, and that they
were both nervous, and to undress each other one item at a time and then to
explore each other and finish by wanking each other.

Phil put his hand behind Peter's head and pulled it to his in a kiss, lips
to lips, while they continued to fondle each other through their clothing.
I got a close up of the kiss, and of Peter's hand around the shape of
Phil's cock under his shorts.  They then began to French kiss, and I got a
couple of close ups of their tongues working together.  Phil then slipped
his hand up the leg of Peter's shorts, and Peter followed his example, and
they both spent little time feeling each other in the confines of their
shorts, which I duly recorded on the camera.  Phil then sat Peter up and
slipped his shirt over his head, with Peter then doing the same to him.
Next Peter began to undo the fly of Phil's shorts and slid them from under
his buttocks, down his legs, and off his feet, Phil then repeated the
performance on Peter.  This led them both just in their slips, and with
their dicks clearly outlined under the thin, almost transparent material.
Phil had a very alluring wet spot on his slip at the head of his cock, and
I got in close and focused so that I could see only the outline of his cock
and balls with the wet spot shining in the light, and snapped off a couple
of shots.  They began to kiss again while they both slid their hands inside
the waistband of their slips, and I got some clear shots of them fondling
each other inside the slips.  Phil then took the waistband of Peter's slip
and very slowly began to pull it down, He took care to lift the waistband
over the cock-head, but then let it go so that the circumcised glans was
sticking out with just a little of the shaft showing underneath it.  When I
had taken some more pictures, he continued to pull them down until they
were round Peter's knees, stopping to kiss the tip of Peter's cock as it
first stood freely.

Next Peter repeated what Phil had done to him, but before he slid the slip
down, he sniffed at the wet spot and licked it.

When both of them were lying beside each other with their slips round their
knees, they each took hold of the other's cock and began to gently wank it
up and down.  Phil sucked his finger and began to run it round and round
the sensitive ridge of Peter's cock-head, and Peter dipped his finger in
the pre-cum and pulled his finger away with a string of the juice joining
his finger to Phil's cock.  I got what I hoped was a good shot of that, and
then he used the pre-cum to lubricate his finger while he pulled Phil's
foreskin right back and ran his finger up and down in the sensitive vee
underneath, all being recorded for posterity.

After a while I could see that both of them were getting near to their
orgasms.  It seemed to me that Phil would cum first, and I told them both
to tell me when they were cumming so that I could try to get pictures of
the actual ejaculation.

Peter, with the unpredictability of the young, actually beat Phil to it,
and he only just warned me in time, but I was able to snap his first and
fourth shots of boy- cum before Phil warned me he was cumming.  I got three
shots of Phil, and when he had finished, I got them to lie side by side so
that I could get pictures of the gobs of cum on their chests and bellies.

While they recovered from their orgasms, I bent over each of them and
licked them clean.  Phil grabbed the camera and manages to get a couple of
shots of this as well.

When both boys had recovered, they both wanted to see the pictures, so I
got the laptop out and used the adaptor I had bought to copy the pictures
from the cameras memory card to the hard disk, and then opened Paint Shop
Pro, and pulled all the shots up as thumbnails so that we could see them in
miniature.  I then showed the boys how to double-click on a picture to
bring it up full size.  I was very pleased with the pictures, and the boys
were enthralled to see themselves recorded in their activities so
thoroughly.  I think the best shot of the lot was one of Phil's cock with a
halo of light round it from one of the cabin lights, with a gob of spunk
arching through the air, also backlit so that it shone.

When we had finished looking at the pictures, I showed the boys how I could
use file security to stop anyone who didn't know the password from seeing
the content of the folder I had put all the pictures in.  We had a
discussion and chose the password "suckmycock" as one we didn't think
anyone would be able to guess, but which we could all remember easily.  I
also put a startup password on the laptop so that nobody could start it up
without the password.  The password we chose for that was "eatmycum".

Peter now said that he wanted Phil and I to do something together so that
he could take pictures of us.  I asked him what he wanted us to do, and he
said whatever we wanted.  Phil suggested that we do a cock sucking session,
and that we should start with him in his slip, and me with slip, shorts and
tee-shirt on.  I got dressed and, at Phil's suggestion I stood just inside
the door as if I had just come in and shut it behind me.  He sat on the
bunk in his slip fondling himself, and Peter was snapping away.  Phil
patted the bed beside him, and I climbed up and sat down.  He took my hand
and placed it on his throbbing dick, and I felt him up, making sure that I
was showing the outline of it through the material so that Peter could get
some good shots.  Phil lay back with his hands behind his head, and I
slipped my hand inside that waistband of his slip and had a good grope.  He
then sat up and slid his hand up the leg of my shorts.  He slipped his hand
through the leg hole and took hold of my pre-cum slicked glans, and pulled
it out of its lair so that the tip peeped tantalisingly out of the leg of
my shorts.  Peter got several shots of that, and then Phil leant over me
and kissed the sticky head.  As he pulled away, a string of pre-cum stuck
to his lip and linked him to me.  Once again, Peter was busy with the
camera.  Phil then sat me up and slid my tee shirt up so that my nipples
were showing, and he began licking each of them in turn.  This sent a
shudder through my body, and he then slid my tee shirt over my head.  Peter
was snapping away, and all of a sudden, he said that he had used all the
memory.  I told him where to find an empty memory card and he quickly
fitted it and began taking more pictures.  Phil now began to undo the zip
and the hook of my shorts and slid them down my legs and off.  We were now
both dressed in our slips.  Peter got us to lie side by side, and arrange
our cocks so that they were tenting the front of the slips out.  This
pulled the elasticated leg holes away from our legs so that you could see
our balls inside.  Peter got in close to each of us in turn and got some
close-ups.  Phil began to lick my nipples again, and then licked his way
down to my belly button and ran his tongue round inside it.  He then
managed to get the waistband of my slip in his teeth and pulled the front
of my slip down so that my cock popped free and stood twitching in time
with my heartbeat, he then used his thumbs to ease the back of my slip from
under the cheeks of my bum, and slid them down my legs and off, throwing
them through the air to the foot of the bunk, Peter getting a picture of
them in mid air.

I now began to lick Phil's nipples, and he let out a groan.  I worked my
way down to his stomach, licked his belly button, and then used my teeth to
pull the front of his slip down.  I then rolled him over and pulled the
back of them down with my teeth, planting wet, sloppy, kisses on each of
his arse cheeks in the process.  Peter grabbed his chance and got pictures
of that.  I then rolled Phil back over and we lay side by side, rubbing the
tips of our fingers in each other's pre-cum, and lifting our fingers away
to show strings of the juice suspended from our fingers.  We then knelt up
and placed the tips of our cocks together and then pulled apart, yet again
with a string of our mixed juices suspended between the two piss slits.  I
then lay Phil down and began to kiss the inside of his thighs, barely
touching him with my lips.  He began to groan again, and I slowly moved
closer to his balls.  I bathed his scrotum with my spit, and then I lightly
nipped the skin of his ball sack between my teeth and stretched it away,
showing the shape of his beautiful balls clearly outlined by the stretched
skin.  I then licked my way up his shaft, and when I got to his glans, I
pulled the foreskin back by pulling at the base of his cock, and exposed
his shining, bright purple head.  I gently ran the tip of my tongue up and
down the sensitive vee shape under his head, and he shuddered and groaned
again.  Peter warned him not to make too much noise, or he would wake Paul.
I then took the top of Phil's rigid shaft into my mouth, sealing my lips
under the rim of his cock-head, and sucking hard while I ran my tongue
round and round it.  I could feel that the skin on his head was stretched
as tight as it could be, and I slid further down his shaft, feeling the
hot, pulsing head slide over my tongue.  When his head got to the back of
my throat, I paused, and then tried to swallow it.  The first time I gagged
and had to pull back, but when I had recovered, I tried again.  This time I
was rewarded with the feeling of his cock sliding into the top of my throat
without any adverse effect.  I held still for a moment.  Phil had his hands
round the back of my head pulling me to him, and my nose was embedded in
his pubic hairs.  I experimented with pulling off a little and then going
down again, and found that having mastered the way to get Phil into my
throat, it was not difficult.  Phil began to fuck my face, and although his
groans were well muffled, I could sense from the feel of his body, and the
action of his cock in my throat that he was on the edge of his climax.  I
wanted to taste his spunk, so I pulled back so that his cock-head was again
in my mouth.  I only just made it, because Phil arched his back.  Pulled at
my head, and began to shoot his spunk into my more than willing mouth.  He
seemed to shoot for ever, but afterwards we worked it out that he probably
shot seven, or possible eight powerful shots.  After the second shot, I
pulled back so that the tip of his cock was positioned in the middle of the
opening to my mouth.  This gave Peter the chance to get in close and get a
shot of Phil's juice spurting into my mouth.  I then closed my mouth over
him again to make sure that I didn't miss a drop.  All of a sudden, Phil
collapsed on the bunk, completely spent.  I continued to suck at his cock
to milk out the final dribbles, but this soon became too much for his new
over-tender cock and he feebly pushed me away.  I looked at him, and he had
a glazed look in his eyes.  He was gasping for breath for about a minute
before he began to recover his senses.  Once his breathing had calmed down
to more or less normal, he looked at me and said, "Bas, that was
unbelievable.  I have never cum like that in my life.  It was fucking
fantastic"!

I grinned and said, "I wasn't sure if I could deep throat you, but it was
great for me as well.  I really enjoyed getting you off like that more than
anything I have done so far.

Peter said, "I think I've got some really good pictures of all that.  I
nearly came all over the place just watching you two.  Are you going to do
Bas now Phil"?

Phil said, "If he wants me to, I would love to".  I said, "I would really
like that, but don't feel that you have to".  Phil grinned, pushed me down
on the bunk and began to suck my ball sack without any fore-play at all.  I
warned Phil that I wouldn't take much effort as I was still excited by what
I had done to him.  He kissed his way up my dick, and then, pulling my
foreskin back, he kissed all round the tender ridge.  He then took me in
his mouth and quickly moved down me until I felt the tip of my cock
touching the back of his throat.  He tried twice to force me down his
throat, and I said, "Don't try to force it down.  Try to swallow it".  He
tried once and gagged again, but the second time I felt my gorged head
slide into his throat.  Once I was in, Phil gently pushed until he had my
whole 8 inches in his mouth and throat, with his nose buried in my pubic
hair as mine had been in his.  He began to move, sliding me up and down his
throat.  I had to concentrate hard on not shouting out, and satisfied
myself with grunts.  All of a sudden my balls pulled up tight to my body,
my cock went even harder and began to twitch.  Phil realised I was about to
shoot my load and pulled back as I had done.  He pulled clear of me and
held his wide open mouth about three inches from my head, and at that
moment, my first two jets of sperm shot from my piss slit into the middle
of the opening and straight to the back of his throat.  Phil then engulfed
me again, and I continued to shoot jet after jet into his mouth.  It is
some compliment to Phil to say that not a drop escaped.  I think I shot 8
solid jets before the main force was spent.  Phil continued to milk my cock
with his lips until there was nothing left to come out.  He then released
my now soft cock, and I lay back recovering from the strongest and best
orgasm of my life.  When I recovered, I told Phil that it was the best I
had ever had, and he said that he knew what I had meant about it being
really good for him as well.  Peter said, "Come on you two.  Pull
yourselves together.  I want to see what my pictures are like".

Once we had loaded all the pictures he had taken, about 47 on three cards,
onto the computer Peter was really excited.  When I brought the thumbnails
up in Paintshop Pro, Peter quickly double clicked on most of them in turn,
and we had to admit that he had got some fantastic shots.  He had spoilt a
few by getting his finger over the lens as he took the picture, but most of
them were near perfect.  With the pictures I had taken of Peter and Phil,
we had a gallery of about 98 pictures.  Not all of them were all that good,
but most of them would make a fantastic record of our activities.  I was
sure there would be more, but not tonight.  It was nearly 1 o'clock, and I
told them it was time to get some sleep, reminding them that we would all
need a shower before we mixed with Paul, Anita and Tom in the morning.

Peter pulled his bunk down and climbed onto it while Phil removed the shelf
and cushion from between our bunks.  We put the lights out, and Peter said,
"I am really going to enjoy being in here with you two.  I hope you don't
want me to go back into the saloon.  We both reached up to him, Phil kissed
him on the lips, and I kissed him on his still uncovered cock, and told him
to put his slip on and go to sleep.  Phil and I put ours on and in a very
short time, we were all sound asleep

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