Date: Wed, 01 Aug 2001 17:17:01 +0100
From: Jimmy Brandon <jabran36@hotmail.com>
Subject: Voyage of Discovery - Part 8

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 9 -- A Game of Poker (The Wicked Minds of the Young)

The next morning I woke at about 7:30, and Phil and Peter were still sound
asleep.  It had been another very warm night, and all of us had cast aside
our duvets, and at some stage in the night, Peter had also removed his
slip.  He was lying slightly on his side, facing me, and I had a perfect
view of his flaccid penis lying against his leg with his balls lying
alongside it, his scrotum quite relaxed with the heat.  I was sorely
tempted to kiss him in the glans, but resisted the temptation.  I opened
the door and peeped out, and I could hear Paul snoring gently, and saw that
the door to the aft cabin was still closed, so I pulled my slip off, picked
up my towel and stepped out of the cabin to go into the bathroom.  At that
moment, Paul opened his eyes and saw me in all my glory.  I saw him take an
intake of breath as he took in my body, and I was ready to apologise to him
if he made any comment, but he gust grinned and said, "Hi Bas".  I returned
his greeting and shut the bathroom door behind me.  After I had showered, I
carefully wrapped my towel round me and found Paul, stark naked, putting
the kettle on.  He looked at me, grinned, and said, "I thought if it was OK
for you to go nude, it was OK for me".  I said, "The only reason you saw me
like that was because I thought you were fast asleep.  Had I realised you
were awake I would have covered up".  He said, "It doesn't matter, I've
seen dad like that often, as well as Phil and Peter, but yours is bigger
that any of theirs".  I looked him over and saw that his cock was only
slightly smaller than Peter's, but he still had his foreskin.  His balls
also seemed similar to Peter's, and I wondered what it would be like if he
joined our club.  However, all I said was, "I'll see you in a minute when I
am dressed.  I think you should put something on too, don't you"?  He
grinned, scratched his balls, quite deliberately I suspected, and went to
his bunk and slipped his slip and shorts on.

When I went into the cabin, the others were still sleep, so I gave them
each a gentle shake, and as they woke up, I kissed Peter on his lips and
then on his dick.
  I then kissed Phil and pulled the front of his slip down so that I could
kiss his cock, which was now quite hard with his usual morning hardon, as
well.  Peter then jumped down with his towel and just beat Phil to the
cabin door, slipped past Paul and into the bathroom.  Out of the corner of
my eye I spotted Paul give his cock a squeeze as he passed, and once again,
I wondered how things would develop if he joined our nocturnal activities.

By the time I had tidied my bunk and dressed, Paul had the tea poured out
and had taken two mugs into Tom and Anita.  He signalled me to come close,
so I bent down and he whispered, "It must be my lucky day.  Dad was nude as
well.  Yours is definitely bigger than his though".  I just grinned and
said, "You are a dirty little boy aren't you"?  He replied, "Not so much of
the little if you don't mind", and I laughed and began to get breakfast
ready.

After breakfast we cleared everything ready for sea, and Tom, Phil and I
discussed the route to St Peter Port, in Guernsey.  Tom suggested we should
turn west when we left Bray, and go through the channel called The Swinge.
Phil said he had done a passage plan, which took us east and down the
Alderney Race.  Tom asked him why he had chosen that route, and Phil said
that The Swinge could be quite dangerous because there were hidden rocks,
but that the Race was wider and safer.  It would also be faster, because if
we left at about 11 o'clock we should get the full effect of the race, and
since there were no strong winds against the tide it should be quite safe,
and we would be early enough to avoid the dangerous overfalls which
sometimes developed at a later stage of the tide.  I was very impressed
with his arguments, and I was pleased when Tom said, "OK Mr Navigator, I
bow to your superior knowledge".  Phil blushed a bit and said, "It wasn't
only me.  Peter helped me work it all out yesterday".  I was really pleased
to see him give his brother his share of the praise, and I could see, so
was Peter.

At 10:50 we cast off the moorings and nosed our way out of the harbour on
the engine, unfurling the headsail and mainsail as we went.  Once we were
clear of the harbour, with a North Westerly, we were able to put the engine
into neutral, although we still kept it running at a reasonable speed to
make sure the battery was fully topped up, even if we had been on mains
supply on the mooring.  It was possible that we might have to go on
swinging moorings in the harbour when we got to St Peter Port, and we
wanted to make sure that we had plenty of power in case that happened.

After a bit we gibed, and turned down the gap between Cap De La Hague and
Alderney, and as we moved down the gap, the log showed that we were doing
6½ knots through the water, and the GPS showed that we were doing 12½
knots over the sea bed.
  This meant that the tide was pushing us along at 6 knots.  We were simply
flying, and everyone was really enjoying it.

We arrived off the entrance to St Peter Port Harbour about 2 hours later,
after a thrilling start, but a more placid finish to the trip.  I called
the Harbour Master on the mobile phone and asked if we were in time to get
over the sill into the marina.  He asked out draught, and when I told him
1.9 metres, he said we would have to hurry, but provided we got over the
sill in the next 15 minutes there would still be enough depth, but he
warned us to cross carefully.  The sill is a low wall built across the
entrance to the marina which was covered at high water so that there was
plenty of depth for boats coming in and out, but as the tide got lower, so
the depth got less until eventually it was completely above the water on
the seaward side, but kept sufficient water inside the marina to keep all
the boats afloat.  As we nosed our way across it, we estimated from the
echo sounder that we had less that a foot to spare.  We had only just made
it.  We made our way to the berth that had been allocated to us, and by the
time we had tied up, it was about 2:30.  Phil and I walked round the marina
to the harbour office to pay the Harbour Master our berthing fees while the
rest of them squared everything up and washed the boat down to get rid of
the salt.  By 3 o'clock everything was ship-shape and we were ready to
explore St Peter Port.

Phil asked his dad if he and his brothers could go off on their own to
explore the town so that we oldies could go and do our thing.  Tom said,
"You cheeky thing.  I'll give you OLDIES.  What's the matter, has Bas done
something to upset you all? You usually want to hog him to yourselves".

Phil grinned and said, "He's not too bad for an old one, but we thought he
might sometimes be happier with you two than with us all the time".  I
threw a make pretend slap at him, and said, "Old one is it.  I'll remember
that the next time you want a favour".  We all laughed, and Tom reminded
Phil to take his mobile with him, and to look after his brothers and keep
them out of trouble.

The boys got themselves ready, and Tom gave Peter and Paul some pocket
money and checked that Phil had enough money with him, and then they were
off.  I guessed the first port of call might well be McDonalds, but when I
mentioned that, Anita said, They might go to the Pizza Hut, but I very much
doubt if they will go to McDonalds.  None of them really like air buns and
leather".

The three of us lazed in the cockpit for an hour with a cool glass of wine
each, and Tom asked if I was enjoying the trip.  I assured him that it was
absolutely great, and there was absolutely nowhere I would rather be.
Anita asked if the boys were not a bit overpowering, and I assured her that
I really enjoyed their company.  I said, "They are all really mature for
their ages.  You guys have done a marvellous job of bringing them up.  I
would be proud to take them anywhere, any time".  They both looked quite
embarrassed, and Tom said that he was really pleased with the way they had
attached themselves to me since it meant that he and Anita could have some
unaccustomed quality time together, while knowing that the boys were well
cared for.  I thought, "If you only knew the truth".  But I had to admit to
myself that I would never knowingly let any real harm come to the boys,
provided you didn't consider our sex to be harmful.  And I was rapidly
coming to the conclusion that nothing that gives so much obvious pleasure
can be harmful.  However I did remind myself to stick to the rule I had
made about consenting acts only, and I thought of my finger up Peter's ass
the previous evening, and realised I had not sought his permission first,
although I had been sensitive to his reactions, and knew that had he made
it obvious he didn't want it, I would have stopped.

Tom said, "Penny for them, and I realised I had been off on a trip with my
thoughts, and I just said, "I was just thinking how I would have been
spending the time if I hadn't accepted your invitation.  This is far
better.

After a bit, we locked the boat up and went ashore.  One of the first
places we visited was The Wine Vault, a wine shop with a really good range
of wines.  We ordered a couple of cases of six each of four different
wines, and arranged for them to be delivered to the boat at about 6
o'clock.  We then set off to explore the shops, deciding that the sights
could wait until tomorrow.  We found a couple of beautiful studios round
the back streets, and spent some time browsing.  I found a couple of
seascapes that I really fell in love with, but when I asked the price, they
were £750 each.  I felt that this was a bit extravagant, and we walked
out without buying them.  Later on, I caught a fleeting glimpse of Phil
coming out of a shop on his own, and slipping down an alleyway that led to
the harbour.  Tom and Anita had not seen him, and I was glad that I hadn't
said anything, because when we got to the shop, I saw it was a sex shop.  I
wondered what the little monkey had been up to, and determined to tell him
to be more careful in future.  I was also a bit concerned that I hadn't
seen the other two, but about 10 minutes later, we bumped into them all
looking in a joke shop on the harbour front, so I guessed he had just given
them the slip for a couple of minutes.

We all made our way back to the boat together, and on the way we passed a
seafood restaurant, and when we had studied the menu, we decided that we
would come back for dinner.  I went in and booked a table for 7:30.  We all
then made our way back towards the boat.  I hung back a bit, and signalled
to Phil to do the same.  When the others were far enough ahead, I said, "I
saw you come out of that sex shop you know.  You were lucky your parents
didn't see you.  Did you get anything in there". He grinned and nodded.  I
asked, "What did you get then"? He replied, "You will find out all in good
time".  I said, "Well just be a little more careful in future".  He
replied, "Its OK, if dad had seen me he would just think I was after dirty
books and give me a telling off.  But I wouldn't be in trouble".  I again
marvelled at the confidence he had in his parents.

Soon after we got back to the boat, the wine arrived.  Phil asked if we
could sample it, but Tom pointed out it was warm and needed to spend some
time in the fridge.  We chose a couple of bottles of Muscadet and put them
to cool.  The rest we stowed under the bottom boards of the galley, where
it was nice and cool.  We then all had a shower and got ready to go ashore,
but Tom got Peter and Paul to fill the water tanks first, since all of us
showering had hit the supplies pretty hard.  Once that was done, there was
just time to saunter over to the restaurant and have a drink while we
waited for our table.  Although they did other food beside seafood, the
boys all had mussels, and we three adults all had a delicious lobster dish.
We followed with various ice cream concoctions.  The only thing I remember
about mine was that it tasted very alcoholic, as, apparently, did all the
others.  We finished with coffee, and then went back to the boat to finish
off the evening with the wine we had left in the fridge.  As we mulled over
the day, we decided that it had been as near perfect as we were likely to
get.

By the time we had finished the wine, with the help of the boys, it was
nearly 11:30, so we all decided to call it a day and hit the hay.

We waited, chatting quietly, in our cabin until we were sure that Tom,
Anita and Paul had settled, and then I asked what we were going to do.
Phil said, "What about a game of strip poker, and he produced a pack of
cards with gay pictures on them.  I asked if that was what he had bought at
the shop, and he nodded.  I asked how we played, since we didn't have much
clothing on.  Phil said we start with just tee shirts, slips and shorts.
The looser of each hand has to remove an article of clothing.  When he has
no clothing left, the person with the winning hand selects a forfeit for
him, which must be sexual.  I said, "OK, but we limit it to things we have
done so far, nothing that we haven't tried yet.  OK"?  and both boys nodded
their agreement.

We dealt for the highest card to see who would deal, and Phil won the deal.
He dealt 2 cards face down to each of us, I got a 7 and jack of clubs.  He
then dealt face up, I got a 7 of diamonds, a 4 hearts and a jack hearts.
Peter got 5 clubs, 7 clubs and 8 clubs. Phil got 2 hearts 2 clubs and 3
clubs.

I changed my 4 and got a king of diamonds, leaving me 2 pairs.  Phil
changed 2 cards and got ace diamonds and queen of clubs.  Peter changed his
2 hidden cards and got a 7 and a 9. When we showed, Phil won with 3 of a
kind, I came second with 2 pairs and Peter lost with a pair of 7s.  Peter,
making quite a performance of it, removed his tee shirt.

I lost the next hand and removed my shorts.  Peter lost again and removed
his shorts, and then Phil lost and removed his tee shirt.  Peter lost again
and slid his slip off. He was now naked, and his cock was semi-hard.  I
lost the next hand and took off my tee shirt.  This left Peter naked, me
with my slip, and Phil with his shorts and slip.  Phil lost the next hand
and joined me in his slip alone.  The next hand Peter lost.  When Phil and
I compared our hands, he had the highest, so he got to decide on Peter's
forfeit.  After a moment, he said that Peter had to sit on my belly, and I
had to wank him off over my chest, then Peter had to lick it all up.  Peter
thought that was great, and so did I.  He straddled me and sat down right
on top of my semi-hard dick.  It didn't stay semi hard for long, and it was
soon rock hard and cradled in the cleft between the cheeks of Peter's ass.
Peter looked at me and grinned and said, "I'm so glad you like me sitting
on you.  You make me feel so welcome".  Phil looked a bit puzzled, so I
explained.  I then licked the first and second finger of my right hand,
grasped Peter's cock, and began to stroke it, slowly at first but getting
faster.  He was already pretty hot, so it didn't take long for him to begin
to buck up and down, which nearly brought me off as well as his ass cheeks
worked on my cock, and all of a sudden he shot all over my chest. He shot
three quite violent shots, followed by a couple of weaker ones and a
dribble.  When I had milked him dry, he leant down and began to slowly lick
up all the mess he had made, savouring each tongue full, until I was
eventually clean again.

Back to the cards, and this time I lost, so I peeled off my slip, and
revealed my rock hard, pre-cum covered dick, gently throbbing with my
heartbeat.  Phil lost the next hand, I suspect on purpose, and he slid his
slip off to reveal his semi-hard cock.  Now we were all naked, and anyone
loosing would have to perform a forfeit.  Phil lost the next hand, and
Peter had the highest hand.  He said, "Ah, sweet revenge".  He decided that
Phil had to sit on his, Peter's, chest and let Peter suck him off.  He had
to say when he was cumming so that Peter could take him out of his mouth,
and let him shoot all over his face.  Phil then had to lick him clean.  I
could see that Phil was quite happy with that, because his shaft had
assumed a very hard state, and he straddled Peter and offered him his
reward.  Peter began to suck and massage his balls.  Phil began to groan
quietly and fuck Peter's face.  It wasn't long before Phil said he was
cumming.  Peter removed his mouth, Held Phil's cock so that it pointed at
his face, and wanked him until he began to shoot his load all over Peter's
face.  When he had finished, he cleaned up his own mess, including some
from his chest, as he had been instructed.

Once that was finished, we got back to the cards, and just so that honour
was satisfied, I made sure I lost the next hand.  Phil won, and he and
Peter got into a huddle.  When they had finished whispering, Phil turned
the light off, signalled for us to be quiet, opened the door a slid out.
He was quickly back, and when he switched on the light, he had the can of
spray cream from the fridge.  He squirted some all over Peter's cock, so
that it was completely covered, and then Peter did the same to him.  All I
could see was two mounds of cream.  I was told that I had to consume all
the cream, and then suck them both off at the same time.  It sounded really
kinky, and I set to with a will.  There was a lot of giggling while I
licked up my two generous portions of cream, and when I had licked it all
up, I got them to lie side by side, with their cocks touching but pointing
up, and I managed, after some trial and effort, to get them both into my
mouth at the same time.  I found I couldn't go up and down on them because
of the angle, so I had to make do with using my tongue and what suction I
could manage.  Both of them were quite turned on by being sucked together,
and it wasn't long before Phil began to shoot his load in my mouth and over
Peter's now very sensitive glans.  This started Peter off, and I had both
of them filling my mouth faster than I could swallow.  I swallowed
everything I could, but that still left some that I had to lick from their
bodies when I had finished them off.  When we had finished, I looked at my
watch, and it was 1:30.  We cleaned up.  Phil returned the cream to the
fridge, and we all pulled our slips on and lay on our own bunks.  I fell
asleep very quickly and slept the sleep of the dead.

In the morning, Tom woke the three of us at about 8:15 with mugs of tea.
As he went out, he commented on the fact that it smelt a bit of sweaty
bodies in our cabin, and he was glad he didn't have to sleep in there.
After he left and shut the door, we all looked at each other and grinned.
Phil said, "It's a good job you made such a good job of cleaning us both
up, or he might have had even more to smell.



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