Date: Thu, 2 Oct 2008 15:50:34 +0200
From: Jolan Leifsson <jolan.leifsson@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sailing training part 7

Sailing practice part 7


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...

Sailing practice part 7

Ten seconds later it was over. I was laying back, my legs still under my
body, and my own son resting on top of my body, feet next to mine, ass
around my softening cock, and face to face on my shoulder. The smell of boy
sperm, anal juices, saliva and teenage sweat was overwhelming, and as my
breathing finally slowed down, Greg came back to life.

"Can someone untie me please?"

When I woke up I felt amazing. I hadn't had such a great dream before. I
mean, I've dreamed about fucking my kid more then once, but never before it
was so intense, so real. I opened my eyes and saw the floor. And what I saw
struck me as lightning. The carpet was covered with the content of my magic
box. All around the bed there were magazines of young kids, teens, having
sex at all levels with each other, adult men and more. In between there
were dildo's, vibrators, but plugs, cock rings, wips, leather suits,
thongs, lubricant and so on... the entire content of the box was there,
except two pieces. One was the leather boy harness, complete with steel
bracelets for soft bondage. The other one was my vibrating penis ring, a
gift from my wife a few years ago. To make her feel better as well when we
fucked...

Bits and pieces came back, as I started to remember the whole evening,
recapturing the whole scene in my head. Although my cock was instantly
hard, my mind was in overdrive. What had I done? Did I really abuse my own
son, and his teenage friend? Did I really fuck his tight little hole?
Although I had dreamed about this many times before, I never was intending
to also put my thoughts into practice and rape the person I loved most of
my life.

But it was true. The room was filled with an intoxicating smell of sperm,
anal juices, saliva, boy sweat, lube and leather. And somewhere in between
came the smell of coffee. What a relief. Not the fact that there was
coffee, but the fact someone was actually in the kitchen, making it. This
means the boys hadn't ran off with the evidence, and I still had time to
change their minds about that, and explain that we could never do this
again.

I put on some clean, white tight CK boxer shorts, and went downstairs. When
I came into the kitchen, my heart skipped a beat. Greg was standing at the
stove, baking eggs. Nothing shocking, I agree, but his outfit was. He was
still wearing the leather harness, meaning I had a great view of his bare
hairless boy ass and back muscles. The straps were still on his wrists and
ankles, and the sight made my cock pop up like a 12yo who touches his first
pussy.

I cuffed from the shock, making Greg turn around. As I was standing about
two feet away, he put a step forward, and kissed me on the lips. His tongue
parted my lips, and my mind went blank again. I wanted to resist, but
couldn't, so my tongue started exploring him back, kissing passionately,
his left hand behind my head, pulling me close, the other one still handing
the wooden spoon he was cooking the eggs with. "Morning mr. G, glad you're
up" He grinned, now pressing his hand into my crotch. "And that he is up
too", blink.

The perfect 17yo boy turned around again, once more showing off his
delighted ass, and focussed his hands on the eggs again.

"So, how was your night, I hope we didn't wear you out too much?" He said
casually, as if he was talking about a game of soccer or volleyball.

"Erm, pretty good, I slept like a baby".

"Hehe, was no baby that was poking my ass last night for sure, damn you
were good" he answered, shaking his head. So far with my good idea of
explaining we had to stop this. Especially when he kept talking, now
shaking the eggs in the pan, and then turning around to put them on the
plates.

"Man, I can't wait to go sailing. I guess we can anchor somewhere so no one
can here us scream as you fuck as again tonight" he grinned again as he
softly squeezed my hard cock.

"Looks like I'm not the only one impatient here huh" He smiled broadly and
then French kissed me again. When he broke of he stayed very close and
whispered, almost nose to nose. "Damn you're such a great kisser, now I
know where Jolan gets his skills from".

"Hey horndog, stop gossiping about me and take your hand of my father's
cock will you". My 14 yo boygod of a son was standing behind me, grabbing
me around the waist, softly stroking my belly. "Morning daddy". I felt his
hard cock against my ass cheeks, as he was wearing nothing then a towel,
and a way too small one too, I noticed, as he walked around me to the
fridge. The side of it left a long gap, so I could see his right leg
completely, and even the beginning of his ass cheeks;

"Man I'm starving, let's eat" Greg said, sitting down at the table. Jolan
poured me some coffee.

"Thanks pal".

"You're welcome dad"

And as he said down, naughtily: "Everything for my hot assfucking daddy
right?", smile...

"So erm... dad..." the tone in his voice was changing, more serious now.

"What's up kiddo?" I was a little worried, that he might have jumped to the
wrong conclusions about last night.

"Well erm, we where wondering about the sailing weekend, if it would be ok
if Vincent came along...'

My heart skipped a beat. Vincent was pure perfection. Being a smaller
version of his big brother Greg, at twelve years young it was the absolute
personification of beauty. A little smaller then my own sex son, but the
same dark blond, shoulder length, slightly curly hair.

His face was enlightened with two big brown eyes, that seemed to look right
through your mind. A little bit tip-tilted nose, right above two full, dark
red lips. This amazing face was just the beginning, as his body was exactly
what a boylover could dream off. Very small, brown, ever-erect nipples, an
inner belly button, decorating a perfect tummy, complete with a
well-trained 12yo six pack. And then his legs, jummy ! Long, still
completely smooth, a little muscled but still elegantly slender, and
teasing guys like me straight to hell and back.

I've been dreaming about this kid since he was ten, and joined the sailing
club I coached. I'd seen him running around naked a lot, and knew from
experience that he was unashamed, uncut, always hard, and never felt bad
about showing off his perfect boy penis, decorated by about 20 pubic hairs
above it, and for the rest 100% smooth. When it was hard it bent upwards
about 60°, showing off his engaging smooth little sack, containing the
perfect size of kid sperm makers. This was completed by the perfection of
his ass, small, tight. The cheeks falling in slightly when he stood up and
flexed his ass muscles.

As my son asked me if the could come for the weekend, I could feel my cock
shooting a big glob of precum in my boxer short, harder then ever, and
dying to be around this kid for two days.

I tried to sound as neutral as possible, but couldn't hide my excitement in
my voice as I answered:

"Sure, if he has no problem getting his ass fucked for three days".

Greg & Jolan broke out in laughter with my remark, and Greg stood up to put
his plate in the dishwasher, showing off his large, shaven uncut cock, and
bent over to me, kissing me on the lips: "trust me, he won't"

As he turned around I got the last sight of the perfection of his teen ass,
wandering off to the bathroom, slowly removing his harness, leaving it on
the floor, and walking off stark naked. "See you in a bit guys, need to get
this cum out of my hair".

So far about my good intentions, no way I was gonna back off now !

Let's have some fun with Vincent.



To be continued

Just a short teaser, more sex to come soon, when mr. G enjoys just how
horny 12yo boys can be at sea !!

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