Date: Mon, 2 Sep 2013 23:33:59 +0100
From: Lamort DeLioncourt <lamortdelioncourt1954@hotmail.com>
Subject: Bobby and I

Bobby and I
Chapter 3

It took Victor about 20 minutes to get us to the secluded cove he had
picked for us to have lunch, and swim naked. He moored the boat about 10
yards off shore, to allow for the shallow beach. It wouldn't do to be stuck
on a sand bar when the tide went out. We dropped the anchor.

Bobby and I kicked off our boat shoes, removed our life vests, and climbed
down the side ladder into the shallow water. Victor handed the lunch basket
down to me and I passed it off to Bobby. Victor then handed me a second
smaller basket, which I carried to shore following Bobby. Victor joined us
in the water; he was carrying several blankets over his head.  The water
was warm, and was no deeper than mid-thigh. We quickly made shore.

Victor picked a spot to set up our picnic lunch, and spread the blankets
out. With lunch ready to serve, he asked if we wanted to eat naked too. I
nodded my head yes, and started to slip the uncomfortable Speedo off.  I
had mine halfway off, and Bobby was already naked.

The sun felt nice on our naked bodies, and our boy parts were certainly
enjoying it. We went over to sit down on the blankets, and Victor had the
food served on china plates. The marina had packed cold roast beef, and
spinach salad. He had also opened the smaller basket, and removed a bottle
of wine, which he opened. He looked at us and told us he was sorry, but the
kitchen had only packed wine to drink with lunch. I told him it wasn't a
problem, that at formal dinners our parents only served wine, which they
also served to us.

Victor handed us the plates, and we sat with them between our legs. Victor
poured the wine and passed a glass to each of us. The marina had sent nice
Bordeaux to go with the beef. We ate and drank, until the food and wine was
gone. Victor opened the second bottle of wine and poured it for us. About
half way through the bottle, I was feeling light headed, and Bobby said he
was nearly drunk. Victor laughed at us and asked if it was okay with us if
he took his too tight Speedo off too. I told him I was fine with it, and
Bobby being a little drunk told him "Yeah, I want to see your cock". Victor
laughed and pulled his Speedo off.


His dick was nice looking, tightly circumcised. Using mine for comparison,
I figured he was about 6inches. He was already half hard, and I saw that
Bobby had popped a full boner just looking at him. I was starting to chub
up too. Victor suggested we go for a swim, and we all ran to the water. The
warm water felt nice splashing on us. We played around for a while, and
then Bobby got up next to Victor and grabbed him. Victor didn't seem
surprised, and didn't push Bobby's hand away. It was obvious that Bobby was
jacking Victor off in the water. Victor let it go on for a couple of
minutes then told Bobby to stop, that we could continue on the beach.

We made our way out of the surf, and followed Victor to the blankets. Bobby
spoke up saying we wanted to suck his dick and balls, and maybe kiss and
cuddle a little. Victor wasn't even a little taken back by Bobby's
forwardness. He asked if we had done things like this before and I nodded
my head yes. He also asked if either of us had ever taken a dick up the
ass. We both said no, but I told him I liked Bobby finger fucking me in the
shower. He smiled, and said that maybe we would have some time for a little
ass play.

Just as we were getting comfortable, we heard the blare of a klaxon. We
looked over to our boat, and saw a Coast Guard cruiser pulling along
side. One of the sailors was standing on the bow with a bullhorn. He called
out to us asking if we were having any difficulties. Victor told us to stay
sitting, and he did too. The shade of the trees made it difficult to see we
were naked. He waved at the sailor and told him we had just dropped anchor
to eat our lunch. The sailor waved back and reminded us that low tide would
be in about three hours. Bobby was laughing and rolling on the blanket. He
found the whole encounter amusing. I did too. With the departure of the
cruiser, our thoughts returned to sex.

Bobby crawled over to Victor, aligning himself with Victor's cock. He
wasted no time getting a hold of it, and pumping it back to full
hardness. I crawled over to Victor and turned his face to me so I could
kiss him. He knew what I wanted and pulled my head to his lips. After about
15 seconds, I had my tongue sliding between his lips. When he opened his
mouth, I drove my tongue all the way in. As I pulled my tongue back, he
followed it with his own, gliding into my mouth. I latched on to it, and
began sucking it like a cock.  I figured that since Bobby had liked it,
Victor probably would too. I reached for Victor's cock, to stroke it in
rhythm to the tongue sucking, and my hand found only the back of Bobby's
head. He had wasted no time getting Victor in his mouth. From the slurping
sounds, it sounded like there was some serious sucking going on.

I broke the kiss, and slid my mouth down to Victor's nipples. They were
hard and pointy. I used my tongue to play with both of them before sucking
each in turn.

Bobby's blowjob must have been good, as Victor was soon grunting, moaning,
and writhing around on the blanket. I was going to attack his navel, but
Bobby's head was in the way, blocking access to his navel. I sat up and
watched Bobby as he sucked Victor's cock. He was taking all of the pulsing
cock into his mouth, burying his nose in Victor's pubic hair with each
downward thrust.

Victor finally grabbed Bobby by his ears, and started a rough mouth
fucking. It was only a few thrusts before I heard his sharp intake of
breath, followed by the yell of, "I'm cumming! Eat my hot cum." With his
hips thrusting upward, I could tell from the pulsing that cum was flooding
Bobby's mouth. I could see him swallowing, but Victor was just pumping too
much cum out. Some was escaping Bobby's lips and dripping down his chin
onto his chest. Victor finally relaxed his hips and laid flat on his back
on the blanket. He pulled Bobby's head down with him, unwilling to allow
his cock to slip out of Bobby's hot mouth.

After a few minutes, Victor's cock softened, and he gently pulled it from
Bobby's mouth. Once again, he grabbed Bobby's head and pulled him up to his
face. Victor proceeded to lick his cum off Bobby's lips, face, and
chest. When he had him cleaned up, he kissed him deeply. When the kiss was
broken, Victor said, "That was the best blowjob I have ever had. Your mouth
felt so amazing sucking on my cock."

Bobby blushed, and smiled at the compliment just paid to him. He looked at
Victor and said, "I just loved the taste of your cum in my mouth, and I was
surprised at the amount of cum you could shoot out all at once." Victor
told us that he always was a big cum shooter.

Victor sat up and announced that we still need blowjobs, but that time was
running out on the tide. He said, "Boys, have you ever 69ed?" We looked
clueless at him. He told Bobby to get on the blanket on his back. Then he
told me to kneel over Bobby's dick. Once I had done it, he told me to swing
my body around, so my dick was in front of Bobby's mouth. At this point, he
told me to take Bobby into my mouth and then lower my hips so my dick could
slip into Bobby's mouth. We did as he told us, and through it seemed
awkward; we managed to start sucking each other.

I found that being on top allowed me to control the depth of my thrusts
into Bobby's mouth, as well as how far Bobby's cock went into my
mouth. After some practice, I was able to develop a rhythm that stroked
both our dicks at the same pace. It wasn't long, before Bobby's cum was
spraying the inside of my mouth, which provided enough incentive to start
me shooting boy cum into his mouth. We both managed to swallow all of each
other's cum, without losing any. I swung my body around, so Bobby and I
were face to face. I planted a deep kiss on his lips, and pushed my tongue
against his lips. When he let me in, I tasted my own cum in his mouth. All
I could think was that Bobby and I had just had a great learning adventure
thanks to Victor, and I knew this was something I wanted to do again.

Victor suggested we go swimming again, to wash off the crusty cum. We would
have to be leaving soon. We understood he didn't want to end up grounded on
the sand bar. We asked him if we could just go ahead and leave, and have
him pull us on water skis naked, down the Sound. He said he thought that
might be a bit risky, and we didn't want anyone seeing us waterskiing
naked. We didn't stop hounding him, and finally he agreed. He told us we
would only be able to do it for a short distance, and the minute he spotted
another boat, we would cut the engines, and we were to get into the
water. We agreed to his conditions.

We helped pack up the remnants of our lunch, and packed everything back
into the baskets. Victor had us help shake the sand off the blankets and
fold them up. When we got back on board, Victor had us put on our boat
shoes, so no one would slip and fall. We thought we looked funny wearing
only a pair of shoes. It only took us a few minutes to get everything
stowed away.

With everything put away, we put our life vests on, and Victor went up to
the bridge and put on his canvas boat pants and his vest. Bobby and I went
down to the swim platform to make sure nothing had been stowed on it, and
We also checked to make sure the hydraulics worked to raise and lower it.

The pre-launch checklist was completed, and before Victor started the
engines, he made sure we were clear of the platform.  We watched as Victor
raised the anchor. In moments, we were underway, Victor slowly backing us
away from the sand bar. Once clear, he applied power, and we headed off
down the Sound.

We went a short distance and Victor cut the engines. He told us to get the
skis. They were stored in waterproof boxes attached to either side of the
platform. We got them to the swim platform, and Victor had the tow lines
attached and ready to go. He reminded us again that if he spotted any boats
in our area, he would cut the engines, and we were to drop into the water
immediately.

We got the skis wet, and slid our feet into the bindings. Victor adjusted
them for us and we sat down. He lowered the swim platform and we got into
the water and into position.

He went back up to the bridge, and started the engines after checking to
make sure we were a safe distance. He hollered out, asking if we were
ready. Bobby and I both gave him thumbs up and he slowly applied power to
the engines.

I know that Bobby and I looked quite a sight, sitting naked on skis, with
bright orange life vests. After a short distance, he looked back again and
we repeated the thumbs up. As Victor applied more power, the towropes
pulled Bobby and me to an upright position. The wind started slapping our
dicks around, and as we crossed the wakes, water sprayed up against our
dicks and balls. Sometimes it felt great and other times it hit hard enough
to hurt. In any case, Bobby and I were skiing with full hard-ons.

We went quite a distance before Victor made a slow wide turn to go back in
the direction we had just come from. As he completed the turn, we saw the
reason for the turn. The Coast Guard cruiser was coming towards us. When
Victor realised that he was giving the Coast Guard a full butt view, of two
young boys, he cut the power and we dropped down into the water.

The cruiser pulled up along side, and the same sailor from earlier, told
Victor that it was quite a nice show, but that he had better get sunscreen
on those asses and erections before they burned. I think Victor was
surprised that he had seen our dicks. That was until Victor saw the
gigantic binoculars the sailor was holding. Since the sailor had already
had a good look at our boy parts, Victor just had us sit on the platform
and take off our skis. We pulled them on board along with the
towropes. Victor told us to get up on deck and get dressed. We made sure to
flaunt our dicks and asses for the sailor. This time he didn't need
binoculars to look at us.

Victor told him the show was over, that it was time to head back to the
marina. With that, the cruiser slowly pulled away from us before applying
full power and speeding off down the Sound. The sailor gave us two thumbs
up as they left.

We took off our cold wet vests and left them on the deck. Victor came down
from the bridge bringing us towels that had warmed in the sun. We dried
off, and put on warm vests. We told Victor we weren't ready to put clothes
on, and he was okay with that, but insisted we get our boat shoes on.

Victor went up and restarted the engines, and as he applied full power to
the engines, we reached cruising speed of 25 knots in just a couple of
minutes.

While heading back to the marina, we caught our last few minutes of naked
sunbathing. We stood at the bow, and held on to the railing while the wind
slapped us around. As we approached the marina, Victor had us get our boat
bags and get our canvas pants on. We were returning looking innocent, no
one would have guessed what kind of day we had.

Victor radioed the marina as we approached, and as we pulled in, the dock
crew was waiting for us. They tethered us and pulled us in against the
dock, attached the off load ramp, and helped us debark the boat. I asked
Victor if we needed to put away the skis and return the baskets to the
kitchen. He shook his head and told me the cleaning crew would take care of
it. I didn't realise at the time that my parents paid a premium for these
services.

The car had been brought around for us, and we off loaded our personal boat
bags. Victor went to check in at the marina office, while Bobby and I
waited for him. Bobby was complaining that he kept getting erections, but
when his dick rubbed against the rough canvas pants, it hurt. I laughed at
him and told him we would change as soon as we got home.

Victor brought out a clipboard with some papers on it, and asked Bobby to
sign them. Bobby asked what they were, and Victor told him they were the
invoices the marina used to bill his Dad. Bobby laughed and asked him if
his Dad had to pay for blowjobs and nude water skiing. Victor told him no,
and reminded him that if anyone heard us talking about what they had done,
he would be fired.

We climbed into the car and Victor whisked us home in record time.

We asked him if he wanted to come in for some more fun, and he told us he
had to get back to the marina and set up another boat for a dinner cruise
later in the evening. Victor went out to the car, and we waved as he pulled
away.

Bobby asked me if I wanted to shower and get the salt off our skin, and I
told him absolutely. We went downstairs with our boat bags and shoes, and
dropped them off so Mrs. Hardy could wash and repack them, then we headed
upstairs.

As we got into the bathroom, Bobby stripped off his canvas pants in a split
second, and I saw why the pants rubbing on him hurt. His dick and ball sack
were fire red. He had been sunburned on this boy parts. He turned around
and I saw that his butt had also burned.

When I got out of my pants, Bobby pointed and laughed at me, telling me my
boy parts were sunburned too. I turned around and he told me my butt too
had burned.

We climbed into the shower and washed off with cool water trying to take
the sting out of the sunburn. We were going to try fooling around in the
shower, but the sunburns were painful and it was nearly time for Bobby's
parents to get home. We gently patted dry, and went to Bobby's room to get
dressed.  We went downstairs to watch television until Bobby's parents got
home.

We hadn't been downstairs less than half an hour when we heard Bobby's
parents coming in. Three smaller children, happily hollering at each other,
followed them. Bobby's Mom sent them in to the family room to see us.

The first thing they did was to jump up on Bobby's lap and proceed to tell
him all about their stay with their grandparents.  Bobby was obvious in
great pain, but he didn't say anything. He slipped out from under them and
stood by the sofa to hug them. They spotted me sitting on the sofa and made
a beeline to me. They didn't jump on me, but the smallest one managed to
step on my boy parts, causing some serious pain. In a few minutes with all
the hellos said, the boys took their luggage down to the laundry room for
Mrs. Hardy to take care of.

It was obvious to me that for a couple of days, we would be keeping watch
on our boy parts very closely. Since the boys loved to jump up on us while
we were on the sofa, I was trying to think of ways to avoid contact with
them and our sunburns.

Bobby suggested that I call my Mom and ask to stay the night. He figured
Tony would probably come home drunk again. I did and Mom was fine with me
staying.

This is an original work of homoerotic non-fiction. © 2013 Lamort DeLioncourt

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