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Date: Sat, 23 Sep 1995 15:34:41 UTC
Subject: Lazy Sail Voyage (boy/boy)
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Disclaimer: This story contains descriptions of sexual acts involving minor
boys. If this type of material is illegal in your area, or if you are under
18, please stop reading now and delete this file from your computer. If you
are not interested in stories involving sex with young boys, stop reading
now. Few things are sillier than supposedly sensible adults reading material
they find offensive after they have been warned in advance about its
content, and then flaming the writer.

"Lazy Sail Voyage" is just a fragment at the moment. I first wrote it in
1993 and haven't looked at it since; I'm just posting it because there
hasn't been much boylove fiction here for a while. If anyone wants to
continue this story, please go ahead!

Comments, suggestions, ideas, etc. are always welcome; flames will be
ignored. Let me hear from you! My address is an332657@anon.penet.fi.

Lazy Sail Voyage

John and the two boys were sailing. It was summer, bright and sunny in the
early afternoon, and they were heading north in the Strait of Georgia
towards Quadra Island, and the nearest other boat was over a mile away.
Their boat, the Odd Steven, was a forty-foot sailing yacht with motor John
had bought and restored ten years before. Its accommodations were
comfortable and it was well stocked, and John was out to teach the boys,
Ethan and Kelly, both twelve, the fine points of seamanship.
	Ethan was a dark-haired boy of Polynesian and Greek descent, olive skinned
and black-eyed, wonderfully beautiful. Kelly was very blond, almost
white-haired, and blue-eyed: his parents were Scandanavian. Over the summer
he had become tanned a delicious golden brown, and he, too, was almost
superhumanly beautiful. Because the weather was warm, he was clad only in
the skimpiest of radical-cut bikini briefs, a mere wisp of thin, stretchy
red cloth that clung to his young skin with youthful erotic exuberance.
Ethan was from the South Seas, and had none of the North American
inhibitions, and he wore nothing but a really ridiculously tiny blue
loincloth, just enough fabric to barely cover his genitals, with a
thong-back that wedged up between his taut young naked buttocks. He was
standing on the gunwale near the bow of the boat, hanging on to the hiking
strap and facing out to sea. One leg was straight, one bent slightly, his
body bent forward at the hips, his back arched and his arms overhead: a
winning pose with his hips  jauntily canted over to the side and his
buttocks jutting hard, smooth and bare. A wistful smile graced his lips as
the wind stirred his long black hair.
	Kelly gazed up at him from where he lay basking on the deck. The smooth
skin of his young boy's chest glistened in the sun, shining with the oil he
had spread over it. From where he lay he saw Ethan's back, buttocks, legs,
all innocently sensual and naked, gentle and ripe as the warm sun and the
salt air. Kelly's young penis began to stiffen as he contemplated Ethan's
beautiful body. Absently he passed a hand down the front of his tight red
briefs to free his struggling cock from the binding of the fabric, and his
cock swelled, pressing the briefs, stretching them out strongly and proudly,
all eager and attentive as a cat at a mouse-hole.
	John had a view of all this. From where he stood at the wheel on the top
deck he looked down at the two luscious young boys, at Ethan, unconscious of
his beauty and of his erotic pose, simply at peace with the sea and the sky
and aware, probably, only of the warmth that surrounded him, and at Kelly,
on his back on the deck, increasingly excited though half-asleep, dreaming
of Ethan's nubile, almost-naked body. Here was a view rich in potential,
innocent yet almost carnal, and John's own penis grew and stiffened in his
swim-trunks in anticipation.
	Kelly stood up, at last unable to ignore his lust. He was standing behind
Ethan and the darker boy had not noticed him. Kelly stretched his youthful
body, flexing his hard, budding muscles, inflating his gorgeous chest. He
tugged and adjusted his little, skimpy swim-briefs, rolling them up in back
so they wedged between his small, hard buttocks and became like a G-string,
like the little loincloth Ethan was wearing. His cock was fully erect,
straining to burst from his briefs. Now Kelly stepped up beside Ethan,
grabbed the trapeze himself, and adopted the same pose. He draped one arm
around young Ethan's upper body, looked at him, and smiled.
	Ethan turned his head to look at Kelly. Wordlessly he let his eyes linger
on the blond boy's beautiful face, then slowly moved them down to Kelly's
boyishly narrow shoulders, to his bare, gleaming chest, flat belly, and at
last to his raging, tumescent cock. "Hi, Kel," he said softly.
	"Hi, Ethan." Kelly took a breath, wriggling his hips a little to set his
tight briefs a little more comfortably. His bulging big cock, huge for a
youngster his age, stretched the front of his tiny briefs away from his
flat, youthfully-muscled lower belly, and so left a wide gap into which
Ethan could, and did, stare.
	"Now that's a hard-on," Ethan said, and smiled. His own boyish penis began
to perk up, straining against the confines of his G-string. He stood
straight now, hauling his weight up by the trapeze, his bare muscles flexing
sensuously as he did so. Turning to face Kelly he stretched his limber
physique, glorying in his near-nakedness, arms and legs flung wide, bare
buttocks tightly clenched, back arched and big swelling cock powering
straight out towards Kelly. The blond boy straightened as well, stretched,
arched back, and let the tip of his protruding penis touch Ethan's through
the light, stretchy, sweat-wet fabric of their swimbriefs. Both boys felt
the touch like an electric charge, and their cocks tensed and throbbed
excitedly, leaping and relaxing, confined in the briefs. Their bodies felt
electrified, glowing in their nearly-naked youth, slim, ripe, beautiful.
	They came together, slowly, gazing into each other's eyes as they stepped
towards each other. Kelly planted his left leg between Ethan's legs, his
upper thigh grazing the other boy's straining cock, and so straddled Ethan's
left leg in like manner. Like the pages of a book their bodies came together
from the crotch, folding towards each other in their vibrant heat. Their
flat bellies, lean, brown and warm, fused skin to bare, oiled skin, their
beautiful brown chests touched as they embraced. Kelly laid his head on
Ethan's shoulder, relaxing as they breathed together, and ran his hands down
Ethan's naked back, down to his taut little buttocks, all bare and tanned
and sensuously flexing as the two boys wriggled together, closer, trying to
become one.
	Ethan's hands were curious as well, and they were drawn to the oiled heat
of Kelly's bronze skin. Ethan could feel the other boy's muscles, taut and
trembling with excitement, flexing like hard bands of strength under naked,
gleaming hot skin. Ethan writhed, his boyish buttocks puckering as he drove
his hips forward, grinding his swollen hard cock into Kelly's. "I'm so
horny," he whispered.
	"Me too," Kelly answered. "Let me look at you." He took Ethan's muscled
shoulders in his hands and gently pushed the darker boy away so that he
could gaze upon that perfect, sculpted physique.
	Ethan swelled his chest, posing for Kelly. He was proud of the stunning
beauty of his body, his lean, sinewy grace, and he worked out with weights
regularly to enhance his youthful form. Now he flexed his pecs and they
bulged and rippled, wonderfully detailed and healthy, his tiny young nipples
pointing almost straight down because of the strong swell of muscle above.
"Do you like my chest?" he asked.
	Kelly was staring. "Oh, yes. Show me more."
	Ethan gently tugged up the thin string sides of his skimpy tonga briefs. He
sucked in his taut boyish belly and flexed his biceps. He quivered with sex
and the tension of his posing. His biceps were incredible for a boy his age:
they popped up, bulging and pulsing with eager proud strength! "I'm strong!"
he breathed. He straightened his arms and flexed again, slowly, letting
Kelly watch as his biceps rolled, coiled, swelled with boymight!
	Kelly reached out and held Ethan's slim waist in his hands. Slowly he let
his hands drift down until they cupped Ethan's taut little ass cheeks. The
muscles were hot and hard, flexing under Kelly's fingers. Kelly now sighed
with easy boyish pleasure, closed his eyes and laid his young cheek against
Ethan's beautiful muscled chest. He inhaled, tasting the warm scent of oil
and boy-skin. He grinned, nuzzling Ethan's naked torso. "Mmmmm," he purred,
sliding down, his face grazing the hard boy-muscles of Ethan's pecs, then
his ribs, and then the hard muscled hollow under the darker boy's breastbone
and down farther, down the slim flat belly; a light nudge into the navel,
and down farther still to the level of Ethan's slender hips, where Kelly
softly picked at the string of Ethan's briefs with his teeth.
	Ethan's straining young penis and ballsac were too big for his tiny brief;
his throbbing cock was bursting out into Kelly's face. A drop of precum
wetted the brief where the boy's cock stretched the brief out most, almost
ripping through the sheer fabric. 
	"You're strong, Ethan," Kelly said playfully. "But I just found your
strongest muscle!" He brought his hands from Ethan's beautiful young
buttocks around to the front, slowly, feeling the boy's slender hips and
quivering excitement, and took the waistband of the little G-string brief in
his fingers. "May I see it?" he asked.
	Ethan simply nodded quickly, too sexually turned-on to trust his voice.
	Kelly gently drew young Ethan's G-string down, and the darker boy's
throbbing hot boycock just popped out. It was beautiful, straining from his
loins, seeming to carry all the boy's power and essence in its surging
length. Ethan stepped out of his G-string and stood totally naked, all glory
and rude boy-health and sheer youthful beauty. He locked his fingers behind
his head, stretched and arched, and just let his oiled physique glow!
	Kelly smiled happily, and with a trace of boyish mischief. He lightly slid
his fingers around the base of Ethan's scrotum, gently tickling, watching
the ballsac tighten and the slight trembling of Ethan's taut, eager,
impatient body. Kelly's own young penis fought the binding of his miniscule
swimbrief, bigger, harder, and hotter than ever before. Quickly he stripped
his brief off and knelt again, utterly naked; hot, brown and oiled, his hard
boy-body tingled under the sun, waiting, wanting.
	Kelly wrapped his arms around Ethan's slim hips, hugging his tight little
buttocks, pressing Ethan's throbbing cock into his upper chest, feeling the
hardness and heat on his slippery neck. He nuzzled Ethan's straining boyhood
with the smooth skin of his beautiful young face, playing with Ethan's penis
with his own nose and chin, gently flipping and sliding as Ethan groaned in
his bursting sexual ecstasy. "Please, Kelly," Ethan murmured. "Suck it ...."
	Kelly took the raw boy-penis in his mouth, lightly between his lips,
caressing the sensitive head and just tasting, easing his mouth around,
wetting, tasting again, licking.

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