Date: Wed, 08 Aug 2001 20:30:27 +0100
From: Jimmy Brandon <jabran36@hotmail.com>
Subject: Voyage of Discovery - Part 9

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 10 -- Tom Gets Bad News

By the time we had all showered, had breakfast and cleared up, it was about
9:45.  Over breakfast, we had decided that we would stay in St Peter Port
another night, and then go and spend a night anchored off Sark.  This is
one of the smaller islands in the Channel Island group that is privately
owned.  The owner has decreed that there will be cars on the island, and
the only mechanical transport allowed is tractors and trailers, and there
are not all that many of those.

For today, we had discussed the idea of taking a bus out of the town of St
Peter Port, up into the country, and then walking back, taking a picnic
lunch with us.  The boys had said that that would be boring, and that they
preferred to stay in the town, and spend more time looking around the
shops.  Finally we had agreed that Tom, Anita and I would do the country
walk, and the boys could do their thing in the town.  After making sure
that they had money, and that Phil had his mobile, and Tom and I had ours,
we set off for the bus stop, and left the boys to fill up the water tanks
and secure the boat when they were ready to leave.

The bus climbed up out of the town to the higher ground to the south, and
after a short time, dropped us off in a small village.  The driver asked us
if we planned to walk back, and when we confirmed our intentions, he
produced a tourist map with various walks marked on it, which he gave us.
We sat down on a bench, and having decided on what looked like an
interesting route, we set off, back towards St Peter Port.  The scenery was
quite stunning. At first we could see out across the water and see some of
the other islands near to Guernsey.  They were all shrouded in heat haze,
since the sun was now shining from a cloudless sky, and there was very
little wind.  The haze made the islands seem somehow unreal, as if they
might be figments of the imagination.  As we began to loose height, the
lane we were following dropped down between trees, which gave us some
welcome shade.  We passed a farm where there were sheep and goats in
enclosures round the farmhouse, and we all leaned on the gate watching
them.
  The farmer came over and asked if we would like to go and get a closer
look, and took us right into the enclosures.  The goats soon made their way
up to us and began to sniff at the bags that Tom and I were carrying.  The
farmer asked if we had food in there, and when we said yes, he told us to
keep them out of reach of the goats, as they would try to get at the food
if we gave the half a chance.  After a few minutes with the animals, the
farmer asked if we would like to use the table and chairs on his lawn to
eat our lunch, and we were very pleased to accept his kind offer.  As we
settled down, his wife brought out a tray with a pot of tea, three cups,
milk and sugar.  When we offered to pay for it, she refused point blank to
accept any money.

After we had finished out lunch, we went to the door and thanked the farmer
and his wife, and then we continued our leisurely walk back down into St
Peter Port.  Guernsey seemed to be a very friendly place. Nearly all the
people we passed spoke and said hello.  A few even stopped to talk to us,
and we began to get the idea that it must be a very nice place to live.
The pace of life was so much slower and gentler than it tended to be at
home, where it was all rush, rush, rush.

As we were walking down the final hill into the town, Toms phone began to
ring.  He answered it, and we could tell from the tone of his voice that
there was something wrong.  At first Anita and I thought it might be the
boys, but he told us it was from his business.

When he finished the call, he looked a bit fed up.  He told us that the
manager he had left running the business had been involved in a serious car
accident, and was going to be in hospital for several weeks.  This meant
that there was nobody to look after the running of the company, and he
would have to cut the trip short and go home.  This certainly cast a bit of
a blight over us as we walked back into town and returned to the boat.

When we got back, the boys were nowhere to be seen.  Tom and Anita sat in
the cockpit discussing the possibilities, and they were talking about us
all flying back, leaving the boat on moorings in the harbour until Tom
could make some arrangements to get it back home.  I suggested that, if he
was prepared to trust me with his pride and joy, Anita and the boys could
stay on the boat with me while he went home to sort out his problems.
Anita said that that was a lovely offer, but that she would have to go back
with Tom, since the managers wife looked after the company accounting, and
as she would be away looking after her husband, she, Anita, would have to
go back with Tom to take over her duties.

I could see the reasoning behind that, so I put forward another suggestion.
I said, "OK, what about if you two go home and get things sorted out, and I
carry on with the trip with the boys.  This would mean that they would not
loose out on their trip.  Peter would still be able to see his friend in St
Malo, and Tom and Anita might be able to join us later on if they got thing
sorted out.

Tom said they couldn't possibly ask me to take on the care of the boys, but
I assured him that I would be more than happy to do so, (He didn't know how
happy), provided, of course, the boys wanted to carry on.  Anita said, "I
don't think there would be any doubt there.  They all seem to think the
world of you, and you seem to have the knack of getting the best out of
them. But it is still a lot to ask".

I told them that I would love to carry on the trip.  The boys were great
company, and I was sure they would be no trouble.  I suggested that we ask
the boys what they wanted, and then make a decision when we knew their
response.

About 15 minutes later, we saw the boys coming down onto the pontoons, and
back to the boat.  As soon as they got on board they realised that
something was wrong, and Phil looked at me with a meaningful look.  I shook
my head slightly to dispel any fear he might have that we had been found
out.

Tom sat the boys down with us in the saloon and explained what had happened
at home.  He said, "This means that Mum and I will have to go home".  The
boys all groaned.  He went on, "But that does not necessarily mean that the
trip has to stop for you.  I really can't think why, but Bas has offered to
carry on with you guys if you want.  Mum and I think he is crazy, but there
you are, its up to you to make a decision".

Tom, Anita and I could see the answer before any of them opened their
mouths.  Paul said, "Fantastic!  Thanks Bas".

Peter said, "That goes for me to, but double" Phil said, "Its really crap
that you two have to go home and miss the fun, but its really great of Bas
to offer to look after us.  I will make sure the other two behave
themselves Dad".

Peter said, "Oh yeah, you and whose army?  Seriously though, we'll behave
Dad, I promise".

Paul added, "Yeah, we'll be good"

Tom said, "Well, that seems to be quite unanimous. Are you still sure you
want to commit yourself to a fate worse than death Bas"?

I assured him that there was nothing I'd like better.

Tom then went ashore to find out about getting a flight home, and Anita
began to pack their things.  Phil went up on deck, looking at me as he
went.  After a couple of minutes I went and joined him, and quietly he
said, "Well now, things can really get going now, can't they"?  I grinned
and patted him on the bum.

When Tom came back, he said, "I've got us tickets on the 10:50 flight
tomorrow, to Stansted, and I've ordered a taxi for 9:30".

Tom then went to help Anita pack, and when they had finished, we decided
that we would all go ashore to the best hotel in town, and have a slap up
meal together.  We all showered and dressed tidily, and we went ashore and
spent a great evening together.  The food was superb, and the only problem
was the fact that Tom and Anita were going in the morning, which didn't
cause us too much of a problem.

When we got back to the boat, we all sat in the cockpit having a last drink
together, and Tom said he would leave me some money to cover expenses.  I
told him not to be silly, I had plenty of money and he didn't have to
worry.  He finally agreed that he would let me pay expenses so long as I
kept a record so that we could settle up when we got home, and we agreed on
that.

Both parents told the boys to make sure they behaved, and Tom told them
that Phil was, in effect, the mate of the boat. And what he said,
particularly when we were sailing had to be taken notice of just as much as
if I had said it.  Peter and Paul both pulled long faces, but then smiled
and said they understood.

Tom said to me, "You might as well move into our cabin once we are gone,
Skippers prerogative".  Phil shot me a quick glance, but I just winked at
him and replied, "Yes, OK Tom. That will be great.  Thanks".

Tom said, "You wont have to sleep with these smelly urchins any more.  I
don't know how you put up with it".  I grinned and said, "It wasn't that
bad. You can't help sweating a bit in the temperatures we have been having.
But at least they have been showering regularly".

With that, we all made our way to our bunks.

Once the boat had settled down, the boys could not hide their joy.  They
stripped off their slips, and Peter said, "We wont have to wear these in
bed any more will we".

I said, "You two seem to be forgetting something.  I don't see how we can
sleep together now without Paul realising something is going on.  Your dad
has told me to use the aft cabin, and If you two come traipsing in there
every night, or I come to you every night, Paul is soon going to realise
something is going on".  This quietened them down a bit, and they both
looked a bit crestfallen.  After a bit, Phil asked, "What would you think
Bas to us telling him what we have been doing, and letting him join in"?

Peter added, "Yes, I know he loves it when I do things with him, and I can
threaten to bash his head in if he tells".

I said, "There will be no threats of any kind.  If I even suspect that
anyone has threatened him, then all sex is off. OK?  Phil, you're the
oldest.  DO you think we can trust him to keep quiet if we tell him and
include him"?

Phil said, "He can be a right pain at times, but I have never known him
split on anyone, even when he might have had good reason.  What do you
think Pete"?

Peter said, "Well he has never told on me. Not even to you.  You didn't
know what we had been getting up to till I told you did you"?

We discussed it for a bit more, and I became as sure as I could ever be
that it would be safe to bring Paul into our circle.  It would certainly
make things a whole lot easier.

By the time we had finished deciding what to do about Paul, it was really
quite late.  We decided we would have a circle suck, and then call it a
night.  Peter jumped down from his bunk and announced that he was going to
do me this time, since Phil had done me the last time we did this.  We
arranged ourselves into position, and I began to kiss and lick my way up
Phil's thighs, while I gently massaged his ass cheeks at the same time.
Peter began by licking my balls, and in a very short time I felt his moist
finger poking at the opening to my asshole.  By this time I had pushed my
finger into the crack between Phil's ass cheeks and was pushing at his
puckered entrance.  I began to suck his balls as my finger slipped, without
too much resistance, into his hot, tight hole.  Meanwhile Peter had worked
his way up the shaft of my dick, had pulled the foreskin back, and his
warm, moist mouth engulfed my glans.  I pushed my finger further into Phil,
while at the same time taking his pre-cum covered head into my mouth,
pulling his foreskin back with my lips, and running my tongue round and
round the ridge of his tip.  He began to groan, but the sound was muffles
by the fact that he had his mouth full of Peter's cock.

Peter had now found my prostate and was gently massaging it with his finger
while he was sucking and bobbing up and down on my cock.  I was getting
very near to my climax, and it felt as if Phil was getting near as well.  I
ran the tip if my finger over his prostate, and that was all it took to
send him over the top.  I felt his balls tense under my chin, and his cock
got even harder in my mouth, and he began to shoot wad after wad of cum
down my throat.  This made me peak out, and I began to shoot my load into
Peter's mouth, and from the feel of his movements, he was also filling
Phil's mouth with his boy-juice.

We all finished shooting our loads, and we lay there panting, each with a
now softening cock in our mouths.  When we had recovered our breath, we all
pulled up together and began kissing each other.  I put my hand on Peter's
bum, and pushed my finger gently in until I felt his hole.  I then just
rubbed my finger back and forth over it without trying to push inside.
Peter gave a little groan and grinned at me.

I then said to them, you realise that we are now going to have to teach
Paul how to do everything we have learned to do together".  Phil grinned at
me and said, "That will be fun".  Peter just said, "Great".  I slapped both
their bums, told them to cover themselves up, probably for the last time at
night, and get to sleep.  Peter climbed up to his bunk, Phil put the board
and cushion away, and just before I fell asleep, Peter said, "Tomorrow is
going to be really great fun.  I think it is also going to be very messy.
Paul cums just as much as me you know".

That was the last I remembered until Anita woke us with tea at 7:00 in the
morning.


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Copyright Jimmy Brandon 2001.  All rights reserved

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