Date: Thu, 17 Jul 2008 01:45:52 +0200
From: Jolan Leifsson <jolan.leifsson@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sailing Training part 1

DISCLAIMER

This story contains sexual acts between a man and his underage son and
lover.

This story is pure fiction, and only exists in the mind of the writer. If
for any legal reason you should not be reading this kind of stories, please
leave now.

As this is a fictional story, all sexual acts are unsafe. In real life
practice safe sex, and keep off of youngsters please...

Part 1

It had been a perfect day at sea. Me and my team seemed to be sailing
together better every training. Soon we would be ready to win some decent
races. It had been a warm day, causing my entire crew sailing bare chested
in just shorts and shoes. And that part made they even greater.

But let me first introduce myself. My name is Marc, I'm 39 years old,
addicted to sailing ever since I was little, and since puberty,
boys. Although I've always known I'm 99% gay, when I was growing older
though I could never imaging living a gay life.

When I was 20, I met a wonderful woman. To cut a long story short, we
married five years later, in the same year we got Jolan, our son. My wife
has always known I was gay, and even that I liked boys. However, she loves
me more then anything in the world, and decided the rest we shared was far
more greater then my interest in young boys. I'm still in pretty good shape
for my age, and a big part of that is because of my sailing career.

While I was driving home in my bmw, the beautiful shapes of all the young
bodies, pulling ropes and turning winches, made my cock grow semi
hard. Never in the past two years I've had regrets about my decision to
start up a young promises team on board my 40ft racer.

The entire crew is between 16 and 19, and they truly are promises ! They
work very hard to reach our goal, and on top of that, it was amazing to be
surrounded by such wonderful young lads almost every day.

When I got home I saw my son's bike on our porch, realising he was already
home from training. Coming inside the house, I ran into him in the
kitchen. He had just taken a shower, and was looking into the fridge in
nothing but a small white towel, looking for something to eat, as
usual. Bending over in front of the fridge, he gave me a perfect view to
come home to. The towel had shifted slightly down, causing his firm ass
cheeks to appear above it, and the gap to open wide behind his legs. I got
an amazing look at his low hanging hairless sack, and the pink helmet of
his young, soft penis.

Time to tell you about him. Jolan has (as you could figured out) just
gotten 14. Ever since the day he was born he was the love of my life, and
the best son I could imagine. Sailing since he was six, he was now one of
the most promising dinghy sailors in the country, making me about the
proudest father ever. 8 years of training also had another effect on
him. His body was in perfect condition. Apart from a small patch of pubes
around his teen penis, he was still completely hairless, and had a nice
smooth six pack. And except for his head of course, which was covered with
a perfect bunch of long, sand blond hair. If he looks into your eyes, he
wipes the front of them out of his, and gives a killer smile. Below his
perfect nose this would cause his dark red lips to move slightly upward,
leaving his cheeks with to small holes in it. Staring with his deep sea
blue coloured eyes, I'm pretty sure he could make every girl's heart at
school beat twice as fast in a split second, and make their panties soaked
just from looking at him. And that's the exact same effect he was having
on me the last few months.

As he turned around, holding a cold coke, he made my heart skip a beat. "Hi
dad" came from his perfect mouth, just before he kissed me on the lips
(something we've done ever since he was little).

"Hi pal, how was training?" as I patted his towel covered ass.

"Perfect, I've been doing match racing with Greg all afternoon, and won
three times out of four. "Nice", I said, as my mind wandered off to Greg.

Greg was seventeen, and has been in my son's club from the start. Not only
is he a perfect sailor, he was about the most beautiful living creature
I've ever met. Seeing him growing up through the last five years had given
me a whole new set of sexual fantasies. But I'll get to him later on...

As we hit the couch, Jolan came cuddling up to me, nesting his almost naked
torso right next to me, his head resting in my lap. I tousled his hair from
a while, and from the smile on his face I could tell he liked it.

"Dad?"

"Yes dear"

"I need to tell you something" he said, while sitting up next to me. "But
please promise me you won't hate me or be mad ok?"

"You know I'd never hate you buddy, but being mad will depend on what you
have to tell me, what have you gotten yourself into?"

"Nothing !! It's just something I wanted to talk to you about for a long
time".

"Ok then, let it out"

With the most serious face I'd ever seen on him, my boy started talking.

"You remember Joyce right?"

"Uhu, the girl you've been dating a few weeks this winter"

"Yeah, that's her. Well, when we were dating about a week or two, she
wanted to go further then just stroking and kissing"

"Go on..." This was getting weird, was my 14 yo son going to tell me about
his first time with a girl?

"Well, so we got to her room, and started making out. At first I was
getting really horny from all the kissing and fondling, and I was really
excited and all and..."

"You better don't tell me you knocked her up son !" I joked to him

"DAD" he strongly spoke to me. Then softer, lowering his eyes. "Not really,
we never even got that part. I mean, it was great, and we started to get
into each others pants and stuff, and once we were naked, I crawled on top
of her"

This story was not exactly what I expected, but my cock responded as
expected, HARD. Good thing there was a pillow covering my crotch, as my
head started thinking about the wonderful view that must have been. A
fifteen year old girl, legs spread wide, with my horny son ready to invade
her, flexing his ass muscles doing it.

"Well, as soon as I was on top of her, and rubbing her nipples, I started
to get soft."

My boy now was beat red, and really nervous. What was this leading to?

"It's ok son, it happens to the best of us, nothing abnormal in being
nervous your first time"

"It was not about that, I was just not excited by her body or
tits... actually I wasn't excited at all"

"Ok, so your crush was not as you had expected, what's the big deal?"

"It's not just her, dad !! I have it will all the girls I've been with"

Suddenly I saw the light, I think, was I? Was my son telling me he's gay?"

"I... I think I'm gay dad..." Whoops, yes he was ! I didn't know how to
react, so I kept my mouth shut, just staring into ... well... Nothing...not
realising how tuff this must be for my kid, waiting a reaction that's not
coming, Seconds like minutes of mental torture.

His sniffing woke my back into reality. When I looked into his eyes, they
were glassy, ready to burst in tears.

"I'm so sorry dad, please don't hate me, please"

It broke my heart seeing the most important person in my life like that, so
I took him into my arms, stroking the back of his hair, as his throbbing
face leaned on my shoulder. And while his body shivered, I whispered in his
ear.

"Jolan, you know I would never ever hate you, not in a million
years. You're my son, and the most important person in my life, I love you
with every beat of my heart, whether you like boys, girls or even both, For
God's sake, I would still love you if you fell in love with the neighbour's
dog."

He came up from my shoulder and looked into my eyes, getting a smile on his
face. "Thanks dad, I really love you too!" He tenderly kissed my lips, and
I could feel his bare smooth balls resting on my thigh.

Not wanting this to get too awkward, I broke the kiss and changed the
subject.

"So erm... are you seeing someone?"

His eyes went down again, his face reddening with the second.

"I"ll take that as a yes, you think I could meet him?"

"Well, actually, you've already met him a few times, but I can ask him to
come over if you'd like to"

"Sure thing mate ! It's Friday, and as your mom is on her business trip
until Monday, we can make it a nice guy's weekend. What would you think to
take out your love for a weekend of sailing, you think he'd like that?"

"Yeah, I guess so" he smiled, wiping of his tears.

"Ok then, it's a date, go call him, ask him to stay for diner ok"?

"ok dad, thanks a million, you're the best" he smiled, kissing me once
more.



An hour later the door bell rang, and my son, changed into a way too small
bikini brief (we never wore many clothes around the house) ran to the door
to open up.

Not wanting my son's mystery lover to feel embarrassed, I decided to keep
watching the Olympics sailing finale on the tv. That was until I heard is
voice.

"Hi mr. G"

I nearly shit my pants as I recognised his voice. I quickly turned around
and saw him standing.

"What the... Hi pal, erm... what are you doing here" I said to him,
expecting the lover of my teenage son, not my sex ideal of his sailing
club.

Greg looked a little puzzled, and turned towards my son, who was now
grinning ear to ear.

"Ooooh, I... oh, so erm... you're the mystery guy who stole my son's
heart?"

"I thought you were gonna tell him" he said to my son. "Well, I did, but he
never asked who you were, so I guess I'd just keep it as a surprise"

"It's ok Greg, I'm relieved that he has chosen to be with someone I know,
and not some guy from the street, so come on in, would you like a beer?"

"Sure mr. G"

"Please, call me Marc, as you are part of the family now, have a seat.

My son returned with a beer, and dropped next to his lover in the couch
where I was sitting in on the other side.

Sipping from the beer we chatted a lttle about them, him, sailing, their
love and so on, until the late night movie begun.

I dimmed the light, and my son snuggled up his boyfriend, as the movie
started.

Halfway the movie, I woke up after a light doze from a long day of
sailing. As I looked over, my son and Greg were making out, big time !

Greg already had his shirt off, and was stroking the inside of my teen's
son bikini's backside, rubbing the soft mounds of his ass. Their mouths
seemed like one, tongues dancing in and out of each other's, my son rubbing
the front of Greg's short, where a pretty decent bulge was covered right
under a wet sport.

His own cock was so hard it pushed the cover forward, giving me a perfect
sight of the insides of his speedo.

After the first shock, I cuffed to make clear I was awake.

My son almost hit the ceiling as he jumped off of Greg, causing his cock to
jump out of the leg hole, standing at full mast right away. While trying to
put it back, my son's eyes dropped to my crotch. At this time, my own cock
was perfectly hard, tenting out my loose shorts, also leaving a damp spot.

Seeing my condition, my son's expression changed from feared to horny. He
didn't even continue his attempt to cover up his penis, and grinned
devilishly as he walked towards me.

His five inch boy cock was pointing at the ceiling, and a long drop of
nectar had formed at the tip, and fell off as his boyhood as it swung from
side to side.

"Hi daddy, you're up" he smiled, as he sat in my lap. He positioned his
legs next to my torso, and his cock rested on my belly as he kissed my
lips. I was too stunned to react, as he stroked my face lightly and
whispered. "Ow daddy, I'm sorry, we wouldn't want to keep you from all the
fun"

As his tongue licked my lips, his hand entered the fly of my shorts, and
grabbed my shaven balls. Slowly I came back to reality, and pushed his head
away from mine.

"I don't think this is a good..."

"Shhh" he whispered in my ear, "it's ok, you'll love it" and licked my
earlobe, sending shivers through my face. As I turned my head towards Greg,
he pulled it back, again whispering: "He'll love it too, he's been dying to
see this, trust me".

Inside my head I was yelling to push him off, get mad at him and end this
before it got worse, but the fingers stroking below my sack, and the tongue
entering between my lips got the better hand. If this was going to happen
anyway, I could better enjoy it like he intended it.



My right hand grabbed his head, and I pulled him towards me, our bodies now
pressed together, and our tongues fighting somewhere in between our mouths.

My left hand found his right leg opening, and I was now rubbing his
perfectly smooth ass cheeks, that felt like satin. The touch of my hand
made him moan inside my mouth while his wet young tongue slipped almost in
my throat. His hand had found its way towards my love pole, and was
grabbing the shaft, sliding my foreskin over the pink knob, as he pulled it
out of its cotton prison. Standing out freely in the air now, there was
full access for my boy to slowly start jerking my meat, rubbing the head
against his ass cheeks, still covered by his speedo.

I couldn't stand it anymore, and as the sexual beast in me unleashed, my
hands found their way to the waist band of his red bikini, and tore it to
two pieces, as our tongues were still in an embrace that only true love can
accomplish. His body jerked towards me in a wave of horniness, supported by
the strength of my arms, pulling my boy's body into my own like we would
never let go. He moved his thin smooth body upwards, and grabbed me by the
back of the head with one hand, while holding is teenage boy cock with the
other. Instead of pushing it between my lips, he stroked the side of my
face with his juice bar, ready to fire his semen across the room, teasing
me with the scent of boy cock.. I stuck out my tongue, and as I licked the
vein on the right side of this gorgeous piece of boy candy, I caught a
glimpse of his lover, the sex symbol of my strong secret fantasies. There
he was, in flesh and blood, sitting on my couch, watching intensely as his
young lover, his object of lust and desire, was getting his cock licked by
his own father.

His shorts were around his ankles, and he was jerking his teen meat with
his right hand, softly, squeezing it, causing the tip to get shiny from his
precum. With his thumb he rubbed it all over the big pink mushroom, all the
time looking me directly in the eyes, with lust that only boys can
show. While my tongue licked from left to right along the underside of my
son's sex shaft, my upper lip was doing the same with the upper side. All
the times my eyes were locked with those of my son's lover at the other end
of the couch, masturbating freely in front of his old coach, whom he had
desired for at many long and horny nights. For Greg a dream was coming
true. Young boys combined with middle aged muscular man, caught in such a
deep sex mode that you can only understand after having it experienced
myself, this was more then he ever could have expected when he was stroking
this young kids perfect teen penis in the shower after training a few weeks
ago.

My finger motioned him to come over and join us, an offer he couldn't , and
wouldn't, refuse. He ripped of his white shirt, and crawled over towards
us. Stark naked, on his hand and knees, his hot young shiny body approached
us as a cat sneaking up a bird.



Greg joined me in the passionate blow job I was giving my son. Our lips
locked together, our tongues started a wrestling match around this perfect
shaped dick, causing my little boy to moan out loudly "mmmmm fuck yeah
bitches, suck that cock"

He has his hands on both our heads, directing us to lick and love the cock
just as he liked it. Both our left hands were on my boys smooth ass,
spreading the perfect hairless cheeks open. The warmth of the inside of his
globes was too much for me. In one smooth movement I had placed my boy in
between us on his knees, his ass right in front of my face. The moan above
my head indicated that Greg had taken the knob between his teenage lips,
and was working the underside with his tongue. I placed both hands on this
perfectly white ass, and spread his ass open, pushing him forward, right
into his lover's throat. He gagged, but only for a split second, after that
the only sound I could hear was sliding of wet lips over a fresh boy cock,
my son's boy cock, that had been hidden way too long.

I moved my face forward, and was welcomed by the intoxicating smell of boy
& soap mixture. My tongue escaped all by itself, and was soon tasting the
wonderful nectar of my 14 yo son's fuckhole. The tight little boy cunt
twitched, and with a loud moan my teenage son started rocking his hips,
causing his dick to pump out & back inside his lovers face fast.

My tongue was wetting his hole big time, sliding in and out, and soon I was
working up my middle finger inside his most private place, widening his
rose button. I got up on my knees, holding his body from behind. Rubbing my
hand over his small nipples, stroking his perfectly smooth boy chest, I
pulled him into me, resting his head on my left shoulder. His face turned
towards me, and soon we were locked once more in a passionate kiss. All the
time he was pistoning his rock hard cock inside my lust objects face, and
shoving his ass over my now two hard fingers. I drove them all the way
inside, rubbing his prostate between my finger tips, pulling his body up by
his anus.

He moaned loudly, and whispered in my ear:

"Take us to your room daddy, make me you guys' cumwhore until dawn, take me
a upstairs and fuck me like you mean it !"



TO BE CONTINUED



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