Date: Sun, 22 Jul 2001 17:57:31 +0100
From: Jimmy Brandon <jabran36@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Voyage of Discovery - Part 7

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.

This story is my first attempt at writing a story and publishing it in any
form.  I have been overjoyed at the number of e-mails I have received, so
far all complimentary.  It gives me great satisfaction to know that I am
giving pleasure to so many people.  If you enjoy the story, or if you
don't, please let me know by e-mailing jabran36@hotmail.com.  Provided your
mail isn't abusive I will reply to it.  All flames, however, are ignored

Copyright Jimmy Brandon 2001 All rights reserved


Chapter 8 -- Internal Exploration

In the morning, I woke to find Phil lying on his bunk with no covers over
him, and still asleep.  There was no sign of Peter, but I could hear sounds
from the bathroom next door.  I lay studying Phil, and as I watched, he
started to pop a boner, which probably meant he was waking up.  Sure
enough, about a minute later, he opened his eyes, looked around blearily,
and then his gaze fell on his tented slip.  He looked at me, grinned, and
pulled his slip down so that he could scratch his balls.  At that point, we
heard Peter coming out of the bathroom, and Phil quickly pulled his slip
up.
  Peter came in still drying his hair.  He shut the door and when he saw
Phil's erection, he looked at me and said, "I think he is disgusting.  He's
sex mad and he stinks.  And he said I was the one that smelled".  We all
laughed at that, and Phil and I watched while Peter finished drying himself
and pulled on a clean slip and his shorts.  He then disappeared to put the
kettle on.  I jumped off my bunk, grabbed my towel and went to have my
shower.  When I came out, Peter had a cup of tea waiting for me, Phil had
tidied the cabin and was waiting to have his shower, Paul was sitting at
the table with his cup of tea, and I could see Tom and Anita sitting up in
bed with theirs.  When I had finished my tea, I said I was going to go to
the bakers and get some fresh rolls and croissants, and Peter asked if he
could come with me.  Tom called out, "You've got a friend for life there,
letting him escape from Paul's snoring.  I hope he wasn't any bother last
night".  I said, "Nothing we couldn't cope with between us.  Just don't
take too much notice of the bruises".  Peter laughed and punched me
playfully on the arm, and bounded up on deck.

As we walked up the street, Peter said, "Thanks Bas, last night was
fantastic.  Do we get to do things like that every night?  I hope so".  I
said, "We'll have to see how things go, but we should certainly be able to
manage it most nights, but only if you and Phil want to".

Peter said, "You try and stop us.  I love you Bas".  I told him that I
loved him as well, and we walked up to the bakers, me with my arm round his
shoulders, and him with his arm round my waist.

When we got back to the boat with the warm rolls and croissants, Tony and
Anita were up, and Tony and Phil were getting the breakfast prepared.  Once
everything was ready, we took it all into the cockpit and sat in the sun
enjoying a very leisurely start to the day.  Tony said that he and Anita
had discussed hiring a car for the day to explore the island, and to visit
some of the coves and beaches, and they asked who was interested.  Phil
said to me, "You were going to show me how to do a passage plan.  Could we
do that today instead of going in a stuffy car"?  Peter chipped in and said
that he would like to learn how to do that too, if that was OK, and I said
that was fine by me.  Tony said to Paul, "What about you then mate"?  Paul
replied, "I don't want to spend my holiday as if I was at school, I'll come
with you and mum".

Tom looked at me and asked if I was sure I didn't mind spending my day
looking after the boys, and when I said that I would quite enjoy it, he
said, "You'll have to teach me your trick.  You've got both those boys
eating out of your hand, doing anything you ask.  They are even showering
and keeping the cabin clean and tidy without being chased.  I don't know
how you do it".  I replied, "It isn't any of my doing.  They seem to be
doing it of their own accord".  I thought, "If only you knew the truth,
you'd have me off the boat in no time flat".

After we had finished breakfast, Phil said that he and Peter would clean
up, and that the three of them could get off and enjoy their day.  Tom
looked at me and grinned, and said, "You see what I mean?  They would never
volunteer like that at home".

After about half an hour, the three of them had left, and Phil asked what
we were going to do.  I said, "First off, you are going to work out a
passage plan to get us from here to St Peter Port tomorrow, and then on to
St Malo two days after that, so that we can show your parents that we have
done what we said.  Once that is done, we can think about the rest of the
day, if there is any time left".

We got the charts out, and I showed the boys how to work out the route they
wanted to follow, and then work out the tides, so that they could estimate
the best time to leave, and how long the passage would take.  I then left
them to work out the details for each passage, while I got my laptop out
and had a good look at the photographs Peter and I had taken.  I selected
about 50 of the best, and I created a PowerPoint presentation of them,
setting it up so that the pictures automatically changed every 5 seconds.

When they had finished working out the passage plans, I checked them over
and found that they had done pretty well.  I showed them that if they
delayed the departure from Bray for St Peter Port by and hour, the passage
time would be reduced by about 40 minutes, thus the hours delay in
departure would get us to our destination only 20 minutes later than they
had calculated.  Other than that, they had done as good a job as I could
have done, and I congratulated them.  I had been watching them at work
while I worked on the pictures, and I had been pleased to see that Peter
had contributed just as much as Phil, and that on a couple of occasions, he
had pointed out mistakes Phil had made.  I was also pleased to see that
they seemed naturally to work well together something not all that usual
with two brothers of their ages.

When they had tidied away all the charts and navigation kit, I showed them
the presentation I had put together.  They were over the moon about the
pictures. And it really tickled them to be able to sit back and see the
pictures coming up, one after the other.  Phil said, "They are much better
than the pictures I have seen on the Internet.  Could we post some of them
on a site"?  I asked, "Do you really want your friends to see your face on
a porn site on the Internet"? He blushed a bit and said, "Perhaps it's not
such a good idea after all".

By the time we had finished looking at the pictures, we were all pretty
horny, and the boys had their shorts and slips below they knees while they
fondled themselves.  O told them to put them away and wait until we had had
some lunch, and they pulled their clothes up, but from the way their shorts
stuck out, I knew they were both still hard.

We decided to have lunch on the boat, and Phil and I produced a ham and egg
salad with boiled new potatoes for the first course, while Peter made a
fresh fruit salad with cream for the second course.  Peter also produced a
tall glass of iced, freshly squeezed orange for each of us.  I was really
impressed with the way these lads could prepare food, and I told them so.
Phil said, "Mum always encourages us to help her in the kitchen.  Peter,
Paul and I often cook for the family at home.  We really enjoy it".

After lunch, we washed up and put everything away, and I asked what they
wanted to do in the afternoon.  Peter asked if we could have some fun in
the cabin, and Phil said, "Yes.  I haven't had the chance to take pictures
of you two doing things to each other yet".

I asked Peter what he wanted to do, and he said he wanted Phil to take
pictures of us with his cock in my foreskin.  We all went to the cabin, and
Phil got the camera ready.  Peter and I lay next to each other fully
dressed, and Peter put his hand on my cock and began to rub it through my
shorts.  I lay and watched him for a bit, and then he slipped his hand up
the leg of my shorts and slid my cock out from its protection.  I then had
an idea, and I told him to stop and take his slip off and replace his
shorts.  When he had done so, we lay alongside each other again, and I got
him to stick his right knee in the air and angled away from us, and I
arranged his shorts so that his cock was clearly visible inside his shorts.
I then told Peter to carry on, but not move his leg.  Phil moved round so
that he could get shots of Peter playing with my cock while his was quite
clearly visible in the picture as well.

Peter then told me to sit up while we removed each other's tops, and then
he lay me down, undid my shorts and slid them off my legs.  I took hold of
his cock through the opening of his shorts and gave it a few wanks, and
then I removed his shorts, leaving him stark naked, and he removed my slip.
Phil was busy with the camera all the time.  Peter then sat astride the top
of my legs so that his cock and mine were pointing at each other.  He took
my cock and experimented with pulling the foreskin back and then over the
glans again, and then he pulled it out sideways, as if he was thinking
something out.  Next he tried putting the tip of his cock against the tip
of mine and pulling my foreskin over his cock, but it would not stretch far
enough.  He then pulled the skin out again, and slid his head into the gap
beside mine, as we had done the previous time.  He experimented with
rubbing it like that but found he was in the wrong position, so he pulled
out and lay down beside me, positioning himself so that he could again slip
his smaller cock-head into my foreskin, and then he began to rub it back
and forth, getting me to put my hand over his.

By this time, I was getting quite turned on, and I could feel that I wasn't
far from my orgasm, but judging from the way peter was grunting and
groaning, neither was he.  He speeded up the pace of our rubbing and began
to say, "Yeah, Yeah, Yessssssssss!  I'm gonna shoot.  I'm gonna fill your
skin with spuuuuuunkkkkkkkk.  Heeeeeeere ittttttt coooommmmmeeeeessssss
NOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW"!!!!  And he began to shoot into the space round my
foreskin so that his spunk began to pump out over my very tender cock-head.
This was just too much for me and I began to shoot wad after wad of hot cum
all over him and me until neither of us could shoot any more.  We lay side
by side, sweating freely, and gasping for breath, both covered with the
product of our orgasms.  Phil was still clicking the camera.  After a
couple of minutes, Peter rolled on top of me and rolled from side to side
spreading the warm, sticky mess all over us.  I sat him up, pulled him up
my body until his cock was just in front of my mouth, and began to lick him
clean.  I lay him down and finished the job, and then he lay me down and
licked all the remaining spunk from me.  We then both went to the bathroom
together, got in the shower, and Soaped each other up, paying particular
attention to the parts the world did not usually see, and all the time,
Phil was still clicking away with the camera.

When we came out of the shower and got dried, we checked the camera and
found that Phil had taken 53 pictures.  We transferred them all to the
laptop and added about half of them to the presentation, and then sat and
watched it through from start to finish.  By the time we had finished, it
was gone 4 o'clock, and we put the laptop and camera away, tidied the
cabin, got dressed and after making sure that there was plenty of fresh air
to dispel any smell of our sex, we all decided to walk along the shore to
the Roque Tourgis Fort.  When we got there we found Anita, Tom and Paul
also having a look round, and when we had seen all we wanted to, the three
boys said they would walk back, and I, still feeling worn out from our
sexual activity earlier, rode back with Tom and Anita.  Anita asked if the
boys had behaved themselves OK, and I assured her that they had been models
of good behaviour.  Tom warned me not to expect it to be like that always,
but added that he was really pleased to see the way they were all getting
on with me.  He again warned me not to let them monopolise my time, and I
decided that I would have to spend some time with the adults if I was not
to arouse suspicions.

By the time we had returned the car and strolled back to the boat, the boys
were back and had the kettle on.  As we stepped aboard, Peter told us to
sit in the cockpit, and Paul passed up three mugs of steaming tea.
Although the weather was very hot, I knew that I would find the tea
refreshing, and was very pleased.  Anita was suspicious and said, "What are
you boys after.  It's not like you to wait on us.  It's usually you that
expect to be waited on".  Peter said that instead of going to the same
place for dinner we had been to the past two evenings, it would be nice to
have a barbeque.  Tom said that was a great idea, but we would need some
burgers and sausages, and ribs.  Phil said he would go to the butchers and
get them, and asked who was coming with him, looking in my direction.
Peter and Paul volunteered, and I said I would help Tom get the kit set up.
Phil looked daggers at me, but I ignored him, determining to mention the
reason later on.

Tom had a contraption that you rigged on the safety rails of the boat, so
that it was suspended over the side.  It was gas fired, and we lit the gas
so that the imitation charcoal began to get hot and glow.  By the time we
had got it ready, the boys were back with the meat, and Anita was busy
preparing bread and salad down in the galley.  Phil and Peter volunteered
to cook the meat, and Paul went down to help his mum.  This left Tom and I
with nothing to do but pop a can of beer, and sit back and watch everyone
else working.  After we had finished our beer, Tom and I went to the fridge
and got out some wine, and by the time we had got it ready, the food was
ready as well, and we all sat in the cockpit, enjoying what turned out to
be a very well cooked selection of meat with salad and new potatoes.  The
boys had surprised me yet again.  I had expected meat charred on the
outside and raw on the inside, but they had cooked it to perfection.  When
I commented on it, Phil said, "Dad taught us how to cook on a barbeque.  We
really enjoy doing it.  We often have impromptu barbies at home, and Peter,
Paul and I usually do the cooking.  Dad doesn't like getting the smoke in
his eyes".

After the meal, we sat chatting and playing cards with the boys until it
was quite dark.  The company was really relaxing.  The conversation wide
ranging, and the boys joined in, showing quite an unexpected knowledge on
most of the subjects.  Yet again, I marvelled at the well balanced way that
Tom and Anita had brought up their boys.  Even Paul was able to put forward
quite a good argument for voting for the Liberal Democrats in the
forthcoming election, even if his brothers booed him.

It was past eleven when we cleared all the debris away and Tom and I washed
up.  I knew we were going to pay for sitting watching the others earlier.
By the time everything was squared away, it was 11:30, and we all drifted
off to our cabins.  Phil, Peter and I each had a quick wash, and we
stripped down to our slips, and lay on top of our bunks with the door ajar
so that we could hear when all was quiet.  This didn't take very long.
Soon we heard Paul snoring quietly, and the sounds of quiet talk from the
aft cabin ceased.  We shut the door and slid the privacy bolt home to
ensure we were not disturbed, and all three of us slid our slips off.  I
was still soft, Peter was semi-hard and rising, and Phil was close behind
him.  Before we started anything I explained to them both that I was
worried that if I spent too much time with them, and didn't spend time with
their parents, Tom and Anita might start wondering why.  I told them that I
had decided I had to spend some time with the adults, but told them not to
think I was losing interest in them.  On the contrary, and time spent away
from them was as much of a disappointment to me as I hoped it was to them.
Phil grasped the point immediately, and when Peter saw that Phil thought it
was sensible, he said he understood as well, but he hoped it wouldn't stop
us having our fun together.

I asked what they wanted to do, and Peter said he wanted to have a blow
job.
  I suggested that we try a circle suck.  Both boys asked what I meant, so
I explained that I would suck Peter, while he sucked Phil, while he sucked
me.  We arranged ourselves on the bunk, and I began to run my hands up and
down Peter's legs very lightly.  Both boys were watching me and took their
lead from what I did.  I was basing my actions on a story I had read in The
Nifty Archive some months ago when I had come across it while surfing.

I moved down to Peter's feet, and began sucking his toes.  Both boys copied
my actions, although I must say that they looked a little apprehensive at
first.  I then licked all over the insteps and began to trace my way up the
inside of Peter's legs and thighs.  I could tell I was getting him worked
up because when I looked, his cock was rock hard and twitching in time with
his heartbeat.  As I began to get nearer to his crotch, Phil was making
similar progress on me, and I could feel myself reacting, and when I looked
down, pre-cum was dripping from my piss-slit.  I now got to Peter's ball
sack.  First I brushed it with my nose and took in his musky boy smell, and
then I licked round it and nipped the skin in my teeth gently.  While I was
doing this, I began to explore the area behind his balls with my index
finger.  I first traced the hollow where the cheeks met, and then began to
probe a little deeper.  I think Peter was a bit surprised by this because
he grunted and squeezed his cheeks together at first, but then, after a
bit, he relaxed, and when I probed further he didn't make any further
obstruction.  I think he must have started to do the same to Phil, because
shortly after I felt Phil's finger begin to probe me.  I now began to lick
the base of Peter's cock and up the side of it, at the same time pushing
deeper into the cleft with my finger.  As I got to the top of his dick, I
also touched his little rosebud opening, and once again he groaned and
clenched his buttocks on my finger.  I paused in my finger action, but
engulfed his cock-head in my mouth and began to run my tongue round the
tender ridge.  He then relaxed his clenched bum, and I felt a definite push
against my finger.  I tried to pop the tip of my finger in, but there was
too much resistance.  I withdrew my finger, took my mouth off Peter's cock
and stuck my finger in my mouth and liberally coated it with spittle.  I
then returned my mouth to Peter's prick, and my finger to the gateway to
his inside.  Again I felt him push down on my finger, and this time it
slipped in to the first knuckle.  I then met the resistance of his
sphincter, and I began to gently push and explore the cavity I had found my
way into, while at the same time beginning to engulf the whole of Peter's
cock in my mouth.  He began to fuck my mouth, and the action popped my
finger in through the ring of muscle.  I felt delightfully hot and moist in
there, and as I began to explore, I felt Phil pushing at my hole and
engulfing my cock in his mouth.  I pushed further into Peter, and after
feeling my way round a bit, I found what I realised was the mound of his
prostate.  I began to run the tip of my finger over it.  Peter grunted and
his whole body shuddered, and he began to unload his balls into my mouth in
several powerful jets.

As if in an action replay, Phil began to explore the inside of my arse.  I
can only think that he was copying what his brother was doing to him.  He
also found my prostate, and at the first touch, I began to shoot into his
mouth, and from his actions, I believed he was doing the same to Peter.  We
were all three groaning and convulsing for about the best part of a minute.
I think I shot the most I had done so since my boyhood.  We all lay there
with our mouths full of cock, and our arses full of finger while we came
down off our climaxes.

After a few minutes, we all began to recover our breath.  We released the
cock of the partner we were sucking, and removed our fingers from their
arses.  Phil sighed and said, "I assume you started that finger action Bas.
I don't know what Peter touched in there, but it made me feel as if I had
had a terrific electric shock, and I began to shoot my load".  Peter said,
"Yes, it was the same for me.  I wondered what Bas was doing when he first
started to poke at my hole, and I didn't know if I really wanted him in
there.  But I am really glad I let him in.  It felt fucking fabulous.

We all kissed each other, getting the taste of each other's cum in our
mouths, but when I asked if anyone wanted the tee shirt, it seemed that
everything had been swallowed, and there was no mess to clean up.  Once we
had fully recovered, I said we should settle down.  Peter climbed into his
bunk, planting his foot in my crutch, on purpose I am sure, in the process.
Phil stowed away the shelf and the cushion, and I slipped the bolt off.  We
all slipped on our slips, and in very short order, Phil and Peter were
breathing slowly and steadily in sleep.  We had found yet another way to
excite each other.  I lay wondering what we could do next.  I was not sure
if I wanted to start bum- fucking these two lovely boys or not.  And with
that thought I also fell into a deep sleep.

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