Date: Mon, 6 Oct 2014 11:36:31 -0700 From: Koos Smit Subject: BEACH FRONT BOY PART 9 Beach Front Boy Part 9 The Spring Break came to an end but, except for a trip to Johannesburg to wind things up there, we stayed on Skobbejak, our new home. As there was only one school term left until the summer holidays, I decided to stay in Richards Bay until the end of the year and I enrolled all the boys in local schools while I went about registering a home school for the New Year. As rugby season was over, they spent their afternoons working on Skobbejak; learning about the maintenance and repair of her diesel engine and her various mechanical and electrical systems; and practising manoeuvring her under power and sail. In the evenings they studied navigation, meteorology and all the other theory that was required knowledge for the skipper's ticket when they became old enough to sit the exams. With six lively boys on board already, and the potential for having many more living aboard for extended periods if the school ship idea materialised, I realised that it was necessary to establish a system of ordered shipboard living on Skobbejak or the boys' natural rambunctiousness would launch us into chaos once the novelty of the new lifestyle had worn off. For the present they were all getting along well together, but the in-your-face closeness of shipboard life was already beginning to cause little frictions and irritations which, if not dealt with, could easily become explosive in the presence of so much unbridled, testosterone-charged teenage maleness. Added to this was the fact that sailing the oceans at the mercy of wind and wave, especially on a sailing ship, requires great vigilance, a rigorous attention to duty and an instant and unquestioning obedience to orders. There is no room for debate and difference of opinion when it comes to the handling of a sailing ship in a storm or in any other crisis. The responsibility for taking the decisions, and taking them quickly, rests on the captain's or his watch-keeping officers' shoulders. The crew's responsibility is to carry them out, instantly and without question or hesitation. The habit of obedience, however, comes naturally to none, least of all to high spirited boys, and has to be learned. In olden days, when the Royal Navy's warships were manned by unwilling men and boys who had been forcibly pressed into service (literally kidnapped by the Navy's press-gangs and carted off to sea), they were taught the required discipline by the simple, yet effective, means of the lash and the cane. My boys, of course, were members of Skobbejak's crew because they wanted to be. They were not there under any kind of duress. Indeed, the worst thing that could possibly happen to them would have been to be expelled from our little ship's company. But, human nature being what it is, the boys quickly came to accept their new circumstances for granted, knowing that it was as unlikely that I would send any of them packing as I would my own son. Having once taken this for granted, like boys anywhere, they then began to test the limits of their freedom and, I suppose, of my love for them. This had begun to manifest itself in minor instances of disorder and disobedience which at first I somewhat indulgently overlooked: Things such as forgetting to do chores; getting up late; not doing homework and having sex after midnight on a school night. But the incident that changed my approach to the issue of disciplining the boys was far more serious and nearly resulted in a disaster: We were practising ship handling under power in the harbour. Johan was on the helm in the wheelhouse and Dirk was acting as skipper, calling out steering orders that Johan had to carry out. At a certain point Dirk, who was standing just outside the wheelhouse, became aware of a large fishing trawler coming up rapidly from astern, but on the wrong side of the channel. Dirk ordered Johan to turn hard to starboard to get out of the trawler's way. `No Dirk', was his response to Dirk's order, `We have to stay on this side of the channel!' With no time to explain, Dirk jumped into the wheelhouse, grabbed the wheel from Johan and swung it hard to starboard. Seconds later the trawler surged past Skobbejak, rocking her violently in its wake, leaving Johan white-faced with shock and the rest of us rather shaken. In the debrief meeting that we had with the whole crew in the saloon after the training evolutions of the day I highlighted this incident as an example of precisely why it is necessary for crew members to carry out the skipper's or watch leader's orders instantly and without question. `You know, boys', I said angrily, `I have been trying to hammer this simple rule into your heads from day one, but you just do whatever the hell you like! Today we nearly got rammed and sunk because of it!' Johan hung his head in shame. `I'm sorry, Uncle Jonathan!', he said. `I know you are, Johan', I replied, `But I can see that talking has not been enough for you. So, right after this debrief, I am going to give you a lesson in shipboard discipline the old way'. `Thank you, Uncle Jonathan', said Johan. `Save your thanks for afterward', I said to him. When the debrief was over the boys all looked at me expectantly. `Okay, Johan', I said, unbuckling my leather belt and pulling it out of the loops, `Take your shorts off and bend over the end of the saloon table'. `Are you going to beat me, Uncle Jonathan?' he asked. `Yes, Johan, I'm going to whip your arse with my belt'. Johan pulled off his shorts and stood up against the end of the narrow oak table before bending over and lying his upper body on its smooth varnished surface. His legs were just long enough to allow his toes to touch the deck and he stretched his arms forward and sideways to grip the lipped sides of the table. `Okay, boys', I said, `How many lashes should Johan get for what he did today?' There was a silence as the boys turned this over in their minds. Then they offered suggestions ranging from six to ten lashes. Johan stood up momentarily. `Uncle Jonathan', he said, `What I did today was very stupid. I think you should whip me not less than thirty times for that!' I thought it over as he looked at me earnestly. `I agree with you, Johan', I eventually said, `What you did today could have had very serious consequences and I think that thirty or even more lashes is an appropriate number. But, taking into account that you are the first to get punished for the kind of disobedience that every one of you boys have been guilty of before; and also that you are prepared to take your punishment like a man, I am going to give you just twenty lashes'. `Thank you Uncle Jonathan', said Johan as he resumed position to receive his beating. `And the rest of you remember that Johan's whipping is a warning to you all. The next one to be punished for the same thing will get thirty lashes ... the next forty lashes ... and so on!' I felt my belly lurch as I looked down at Johan's brawny brown body stretched out before me, every muscle in his back, buttocks and thighs tight and knotted in expectation of the pain about to be inflicted upon his arse. His legs were spread slightly apart and his big cock and balls, like those of a prize bull, were clearly visible where they hung low between his muscular thighs. I slowly wrapped the belt a few times around my fist. Then I stepped back, raised the belt high above my shoulder and brought it hissing down to smack against Johan's hard round buttocks. The crack of the thick leather connecting with Johan's flesh sounded like a pistol shot, followed immediately by a cry of pain that Johan instantly throttled to a gurgling sound in his throat. He jerked violently, his head and shoulders lifted off the table and his legs whipped up off the deck so that his whole body was arched in a bow. He stayed like that for a few seconds and then slowly lowered his feet to the floor and his torso onto the table. As he waited for the next stroke he panted like a dog in the heat, his chest heaving and his buttock muscles clutching and quivering involuntarily as the shock flushed his teak brown skin a darker shade and beads of sweat glistened on his body from the shock of the lash. At the sound of my stepping back for the second stroke Johan's muscles tensed up again and his back arched slightly in anticipation. Once again the leather fluted through the air and smacked against his buttocks. This time Johan managed to keep his feet on the floor, though an anguished groan escaped his lips. I waited again for Johan to settle down and then whipped the belt across his buttocks a third time. He bellowed with pain and jumped back off the table, holding both hands against his scalded arse and bouncing up and down on his toes as the tears flowed down his cheeks and his eyes begged me to stop. Again I waited for him to settle down. `Johan', I said, `If you jump off the table again I am going to add five more strokes and I am going to have you held down, do you understand me?' Johan nodded, red-faced and tearful, and then lay down again over the end of the table. Though he bucked and jerked through the remainder of his punishment, Johan did not cry out again, nor did he let go of the table edge. By about the fifth stroke I became aware of my cock starting to tingle and by the tenth stroke it was erected and hard under my shorts. At about the same time I noticed that some of the other boys' short fronts were also tented and showing damp spots as they fingered their cocks through the cloth. Even more surprising was that at about the fifteenth stroke Johan's cock was no longer hanging down and he was continually wriggling and pushing up on his toes as he tried to find a comfortable lie for his swollen erection where it was pressed between his hard-muscled belly and the unyielding table surface. When finally the last stroke had echoed in the saloon and Johan was permitted to stand up, a large puddle of semen glistened on the varnished surface and there were globs of it on Johan's still erected cock and belly. Ben, the family cum hoover, hastened to slurp Johan's cum off the table and from his brother's cock and belly. `Okay, boys', I said, `Punishment is over. You're all free to do what you want for the next two hours until supper. I suggest you use some of it to attend to the raging erections you all seem to have at the moment!' Then I put my arms around Johan and hugged him close to me. `You know I love you, right?', I said. `I know Uncle Jonathan', Johan said as he hugged me back. Then he cupped one hand around the rock hard erection pressed between us: `Can I please help you with this, Uncle Jonathan?' `Well, since it's actually your fault that it's there, it's only right that you fix it!', I said as I kissed him on the top of his head. Johan laughed. Amazing how quickly young boys are able to recover from a whipping like that, I thought as we went to my spacious cabin in the stern of the ship, my arm around his shoulder and his arm around my waist. For the next hour my swollen cock was exquisitely enveloped and stimulated in turns by either Johan's mouth and throat or the warm slippery grip of his fuck channel. His buttocks were still red and tender from his whipping and the first few minutes of fucking caused him to wince, but lust and sexual stimulation quickly overcame the pain and he did me the honour of coming ahead of me as my cock ploughed into his arse, his unhandled cock spraying the bed cover with several thick ropes of cum. This was the first time he had ever done that with me. `Wow, Uncle Jonathan!', he said as we lay panting afterward, me on my back and Johan on his belly, `That was the best ever! I told you before I always have the best fucks after a whipping. I wish you would do it more often!' `I know you always say that, Johan', I replied, `And that was certainly the best sex you and I have had in a long time! But I just feel really bad if I have to beat you boys!' `Henk always called it hard loving', said Johan, `He said he beat us because he loved us'. `I'll try', I said, `But you know, if I whipped you more often, maybe it would lose the effect'. `I don't think so, Uncle Jonathan', he said, `Every time Henk used to beat Ben and me the sex afterward was always great'. `Well, we'll see', I replied, `It seems I still have a lot to learn from you boys!' `When it comes to sex, Uncle Jonathan, no one can teach you better than the professionals!' Johan laughed. I laughed with him and hugged him close, kissing the top of his head as he nuzzled happily against my chest. And so I came to realize that a disciplined ship is a happy ship, in our case for more than the usual reasons! In consultation with the boys we drew up a simple disciplinary code with a scale of punishments according to the seriousness of the infraction. My attempts to introduce punishments such as groundings, time-outs, suspension of privileges and the like were universally outvoted in favour of whippings of various degrees of severity. `We want it to be over quickly, Dad!', was Dirk's objection. `We rather take a beating and have it over with than let it drag out with groundings and losing our sex privileges and shit!' It was agreed that whippings would be administered on the bare back or buttocks with a whip that Tiaan had among his sex gear. It consisted of a tapering leather thong fixed to a short wooden handle that one of his regular clients had given him. This client loved using it on Tiaan before fucking him. As Tiaan would no longer be seeing this client he was more than happy to donate it to Skobbejak. The boys nicknamed this whip `the Snake'. We also decided on a uniform for the boys: Navy blue rugby shorts and white T shirts would be the standard uniform. Working dress while in the harbour would be navy blue rugby shorts without shirts. While relaxing within the harbour limits the boys would wear small colourful sarongs like the ones I had seen Henk's boys wear for the German tourist group (See part 4). At all times while below and also when sailing outside the harbour limits the boys would be allowed to go naked. Each boy was also issued with a navy blue drimac and jersey for cooler weather and bright orange foul weather gear for use at sea in stormy weather. We decided that buying them shoes would be a needless expense, since they preferred to go barefoot at all times, whether on board or ashore. Of course, while attending school in Richards Bay they would wear the grey shirts and shorts that comprised the school uniform. As in most South African schools, they were allowed, indeed expected, to go to school barefoot in warm weather. In Richards Bay this was all the year round. I also divided the boys into two watches for duty purposes. Dirk and Johan were elected as the watch leaders and each had two other boys in their watch. To avoid any possible accusations of favouritism Josh and Rijn were in Johan's watch and Tiaan and Ben in Dirk's. The watch leaders were given the authority to maintain discipline and order punishments and the watch members were strictly charged to obey them. Tiaan, being older than Dirk by a year (a big gap at that age), felt that he ought to have been the watch leader instead of Dirk. It was therefore inevitable that there would be a clash of wills and it happened within a day of the appointments being made. Attracted by the sound of angry raised voices I left the wheelhouse where I was working on a chart and found Dirk and Tiaan squared off against each other on the foredeck. Both of them were angry and red-faced and had their fists raised, ready to fight. `Tiaan! Dirk! What's going on?', I demanded to know. `Nothing, Dad ... I'm sorting it out!', snapped Dirk. `That's not the way we sort things out, Dirk! Tell me what the problem is!' Dirk lowered his fists. `I told Tiaan to coil those lines properly but he said he's not my skivvy ... I must do it myself!', he explained `Is that true, Tiaan?', I asked. `Yes, Uncle Jonathan', Tiaan admitted. `You know you have to obey your watch leader, don't you?', I asked. `Yes, Uncle Jonathan, but I already coiled those lines ... Dirk is just trying to be bossy!', replied Tiaan. `Well, actually, those lines have not been coiled properly', I said, `but even if they had been, you know our disciplinary code says you have to obey first and complain afterward!' `I know, Uncle Jonathan', Tiaan replied, `But it's not fair that I must take orders from Dirk ... I'm older than him!' `Age has nothing to do with it, Tiaan. Dirk has more seagoing experience than you ... that's why he's in charge and not you. We've spoken about this before.' `I know, Uncle Jonathan, I'm sorry'. `Very well ... now do what you were told to do and let's have no more of this nonsense!' `Yes, Uncle Jonathan!' `He's gotta be punished too, Dad!' `Don't you think you can let it go with a warning, Dirk?', I asked. `No, Dad, he's gotta learn that I'm his boss! That's why I wanted to sort this out myself. Right now all he knows is you're his boss!' I realised Dirk was right. `So what do you want to do?' `The code says ten lashes for the first time you refuse an order if no serious consequences!', Dirk recited from memory. `So it does', I replied. Tiaan looked at me pleadingly. `Sorry, Tiaan ... Dirk is right. You knew the rules and you broke them ... so now you have to take your punishment like a man'. `Okay, Uncle Jonathan', Tiaan said dejectedly. `Where you gonna whip me?', he asked Dirk. `On your arse', Dirk replied. `No, I mean where you want me to be', he said as he pushed his shorts down to his ankles and stepped out of them. `Lie over the companionway roof', Dirk ordered and sent Ben to fetch the Snake from its place in the wheelhouse. Tiaan lay his torso over the narrow companionway roof just before the mast, gripping each side in his big strong hands, his back and butt muscles knotting with tension and his gymnast's calves bulging as he pushed against the deck with his leathery bare toes. Then, just as Dirk lined up the first stroke, Tiaan said `Just wait please!' and he lifted his hips as he swung his big floppy cock onto the curved wooden surface under his belly, grinning as he did so. `I know he's gonna bone up so I'm just getting him comfortable', he said, bringing a smile to all of our faces. By now all the other boys had gathered around and several were already fingering their cocks through their shorts in anticipatory arousal. Tiaan took six of the sizzling strokes that Dirk delivered across his buttocks with resolute stoicism, firmly resolved not to give Dirk the satisfaction of seeing him cry out. But at the seventh stroke he could hold out no longer and a strangled moan found its way past his unwilling lips. The next three strokes elicited increasingly more agonised cries until by the tenth stroke he was sobbing, as much in humiliation as in pain. As Tiaan stood back from the companionway roof, his cock was ramrod stiff and quivering, leaking a stream of precum that hung down from the tip of his cock in a silver thread that kept elongating and forming droplets that dripped onto the deck. Once again it seemed a good idea to call a break so that the boys could go work off their erections. `Tiaan', ordered Dirk, `As soon as you finish recoiling those lines, get your arse down to my cabin. You've given me a hardon that you gotta help me with!' `Yes, Dirk', said Tiaan obediently, rubbing his well-welted buttocks. I winked at Dirk proudly. He had now established dominance over the older and stronger boy which was about to be reinforced by fucking his burning arse. I guessed that Tiaan would give him no more trouble. Then I swung a giggling Rijn up onto my shoulders and headed for the wheelhouse where I spent half an hour banging his cute and eager little arse. I had just finished when Johan, who was odd man out and wasn't going to be satisfied with solo sex, joined us. I thought, not for the first time, that I should have taken up Henk's offer of Jens. It was not fair that one of us was always without a partner, and although it was a rule on board that no one may refuse sex if asked, one did not necessarily always want a threesome. However, I was quite happy at that moment to enjoy both Johan and Rijn and so the three of us went below to my cabin, where we had a great time together until eventually the warble of the bosun's call and the thudding of hard bare feet on the wooden planking announced that dinner was ready. ************ Soon enough the school year came to an end and it was time to slip our moorings and head for Durban. The home school had been registered and the following year the boys would all be educated in their individual grades on Skobbejak. I had bought a very good program that would form the framework and guide the lessons that the boys would go through, largely at their own pace. I would provide tutorial assistance and their progress would be moderated and assessed by someone allocated by the Natal Department of Education, who would also set the examinations. Once again our exit from the harbour was the signal for everyone to drop their shorts and go naked for the duration of the trip to Durban. The Skobbejak was slower than the yacht that had taken us to Richards Bay, but the winds were favourable and we were sailing with the current, so it took us about the same amount of time. The boys were thrilled to arrive in Durban harbour, our new home base for the foreseeable future. Tiaan, Johan and Ben were especially delighted as Durban was, of course, their hometown despite everything that she had done to them. Somehow the pleasant memories seemed in their boyish minds to eclipse the dark ones, as, thankfully, they usually do. I had lined up a trial `school ship' voyage to Madagascar and back for a class of ten 12 and 13 year old boys who would join us for three months in the New Year. Until then, however, there was nothing to be done but get ready for the voyage and enjoy the year-end school holidays. Barely two days after we arrived, Henk called on me to make the arrangements for the sex charter I had promised him as part of the release price for Tiaan, Johan and Ben. I was actually quite happy about this as it would provide the boys with something to do as well as give us all experience in looking after paying guests. We worked out that we could accommodate five guests if I gave up my cabin for the night. Each man would share his cabin with one boy and they would be free to rotate the boys among themselves as much as they wished. As I needed two boys to help sail the vessel at any time and another two to run the galley and bar service, this meant that Henk had to provide a further four boys to supplement the crew. Of course only Skobbejak boys could sail the ship, but the sailing crew would rotate with the others so that everyone would have a turn at servicing the guests' sexual needs. On the morning of the charter, which would commence that night, Henk delivered our old friends; Kris, Adi and Pedro as well as Jens, his youngest working boy, to start preparations early. `Since when does Pedro work for you?', I asked Henk. `Pedro's foster dad got in trouble with the cops', Henk winked at me, `So I kinda took him over'. `I see', I replied, `Just make sure that never happens to me!' `Well ...', said Henk, winking again, `As long as we working together you got nothing to worry about!' His remark gave me plenty to worry about, but I put it out of my head for the moment. We decided the boys would wear their sarongs: They were as comfortable as going naked. The nearly translucent fabric allowed the boys to tan all over while wearing it in sunlight. They provided quick and easy access for groping, fingering and fondling. And they looked exceptionally sexy stretched over a boys' firm round bottom, with the open side exposing the whole of his thigh and half his butt cheek. I decided I would wear my own sarong to stay in theme. As I watched the boys tying on their sarongs the idea occurred to me that they would make a good shipboard uniform for the `ship school' voyage to Madagascar, at least until the students could be prevailed upon to go naked like my boys. When the guests arrived that evening Skobbejak was lit up like a Christmas tree and the whole crew lined up on deck in their cock-tingling sarongs, scrubbed clean and rosy-cheeked, to welcome them. They were a Norwegian sex tour group and, as they came aboard, I realised that there were more of them than we had bargained for. Instead of five men, there were six, all of them big muscular men in their thirties or forties. But the biggest surprise was that one of them had a young boy with him who looked to be about twelve or thirteen. I looked a question at Henk. He shrugged his shoulders. `Sorry', he said, `There's one extra man and he also brought his son or his nephew or something.' `I can count!', I replied, `What are we going to do for extra beds?' `It's your boat ... you sort it out!', said Henk, as he hastily said his goodbyes and scurried ashore. While the guests stood around on the floodlit deck, sipping their welcome champagnes and fondling the boys to the sounds of pop band UB40, I got Johan and Dirk to go down to the crew quarters, spread the mattresses in the middle of the floor and cover them with sheets, duvets and cushions as a giant makeshift bed. `Tell the boys they are giving up their berths and will be sleeping in hammocks on deck tonight ... that is if any of them actually get any sleep!', I said to Johan. `I don't think any of us will get any sleep tonight, Uncle Jonathan!', Johan grinned excitedly, `I been with those fris (big and brawny) Norwegian types before an' they really love to fuck! Our arses gonna be sore tomorrow!' While the cocktail party grew ever livelier on deck, Johan and Dirk slipped our mooring lines and I manoeuvred Skobbejak out into the harbour. It was a warm and windless night and the still dark water reflected the myriad white, yellow, red and green lights that winked and glared in the night-time busyness of Durban's harbour. Dirk took over from me on the wheel and I went out to check on the guests and the boys. We were not yet out the harbour mouth and three of the Norwegians, including the one who had the young boy with him, had taken boys down below already. One of those still on deck had Josh naked, bent over and pushing hard against the rail as he slowly forced his gigantic tool into Josh's arse. Josh had a look of panic on his face as he struggled to accommodate the man's massive girth, whimpering and moaning softly with each not so gentle thrust. Another was lying on some saloon cushions spread about on the deck while Adi rode his cock like a jockey in the Durban July Handicap. I found the third with his hand in the side of Johan's sarong, stroking his clearly erected cock as he tried to coax Johan into going below with him. Johan's eyes were fixed on the giant bulge in the man's trousers and his tongue was practically hanging out at the prospect of having his arse reamed by the blonde giant, but he was dutifully trying to explain that he would love to but was on watch. `It's okay, Johan, Dirk and me have it for now, you can go with the gentleman', I said. `Oh, thank you, Uncle Jonathan!', Johan said with grateful relief and the two of them hurried off below. Minutes later I found they did not even make it to one of the cabins: Johan was bent over the saloon table and yelping with mixed pain and pleasure as the man pistoned into Johan's arse, stretched to breaking point by the man's bum-splitting pole. From behind the closed door of one of the cabins Jens was emitting ear-splitting screams of pain as I entered the saloon and it took a great effort of will not to intervene. He was not one of mine and this was not my party. I was mindful also of Henk's thinly veiled threat earlier in the day about working together. Soon, however, Jens's screams turned into moans of pleasure and I was glad I had not made a scene about it. It was surely not the first time the eight year old had taken a big man's cock up his arse and it would certainly not be the last. By now thoroughly aroused I wondered into the galley, where I found a disgruntled Ben sulking over a table full of savoury snacks: `It's not fair, Uncle Jonathan!', he moaned, `They're having all the fun and I have to work as a waiter. They don't even want the snacks!' `Ag, Ben', I said, `Be patient, there's a whole night left, my boy. You'll get your turn!' `I s'pose!', Ben said, folding his beefy little arms. `Tell you what, Ben', I said, `Seeing you're not busy now ... You can help me with this major hard-on I've got going here!' Ben's eyes lit up at once. He yanked the knot on his sarong even as he stood up, allowing it to float to the floor as he stepped closer. His own long thick cocklet was already rising to the horizontal as he did so. Then he took hold of the top edge of my sarong and slid it around so that the side slit exposed my cock and balls. He hooked a finger around the back of my stiff and quivering pole and pulled it forward so he could take it into his eager young mouth. His long, strong and agile tongue quickly lashed my yearning cock into an explosion of ecstasy and I shot great splodges of hot cum into his mouth. Watching his mouth and throat working energetically to swallow it all instantly hardened me again. Ben spent a long while after my ejaculation wistfully sucking the tip of my cock and licking off every trace of cum. `That was so quick, Uncle Jonathan', he complained. `I'm still hard, Ben', I said, `Bend over and give me your arse!' Joyfully Ben turned around and bent over, holding onto the galley table as I hastily inserted my re-invigorated cock into his flexing fuck hole. I rammed my cock into Ben for fully fifteen minutes before I came again, this time deep inside him. Then I lifted Ben onto the table and lay him on his back with his knees lifted up to his chest. While my cum dribbled out of his still flexed-open hole and puddled on the table, I sucked his cock to ejaculation. Ben was squirting an impressive quantity of semen these days and, as I always did for his own ego, I spat it out onto his belly for him to admire before licking it all up again and swallowing it. After tongueing Ben in his mouth and hugging him tight I pulled my sarong straight and left him to look after the snacks. For the moment he was smiling and almost purring with contentment. By the time I got back to the wheelhouse we were already well out into Durban Bay and were slowly proceeding on a course parallel with the brightly lit Durban beach front. When I spoke to Dirk he answered me in tight monosyllables. `Ag, Dirk', I said, `Don't tell me you're also sulking about not having sex?' `No, Dad, I'm not grumpy about it ... I know I'll get my turn ... but I'm getting fucken horny tied to this wheel while I can see everybody fucking and sucking all over the deck!' I looked at Dirk and saw the front flap of his sarong standing out like a banner where it was draped over his cock, standing up like a flagpole. `Okay, Dirk', I laughed, `I'll take the wheel for a while and you pop down into the galley and give Ben a good hard fuck. It'll cheer him up no end and it'll settle you down for an hour or so until it's your turn to make a guest happy'. `Gee, thanks, Dad!', said Dirk as he dashed out of the wheelhouse, dropping his sarong before he even got through the doorway. I picked it up and knotted the flimsy piece of fabric onto one of the spokes of the wheel. Minutes later Johan arrived in the wheelhouse. He was naked, of course, and he had the Norwegian boy in tow, also naked. The boy had straw-coloured hair shaved on the back and sides but long on top, with a fringe that hung down to just above his sea blue eyes. He wore a silver stud in his left earlobe. He was tall for his age and athletically built. His unblemished Nordic skin; smooth and marble white, contrasted starkly with Johan's dark tan. He had no pubic or armpit hair, but I could not tell if it was natural, as with Johan, or if he was shaven. His long thick uncut cock hung down between his thighs like a hosepipe. His sculptured thighs were long and lean and his calf muscles bulged prominently. He had beautiful feet; high arched and straight-toed. They had the soft, clean, pink-soled, nail-trimmed look of a girl's feet. His feet were obviously well looked after and seldom outside of a pair of shoes. He stepped gingerly on the wooden deck planking as if afraid of picking up a splinter. `This is Jul', Johan announced, `His dad and me had a fuck ... Now his dad is with Pedro an' he said I must play with Jul'. `Hello Jul', I said. Jul smiled and gave a little wave of his hand. `Hello Captain', he replied. `So what have you guys been doing?' `Well, we just had a fuck on the foredeck there ... and now he wants you to fuck him, Uncle Jonathan. I'll take over the wheel if you want to fuck his arse.' Jul smiled and nodded. `Please, Captain?', he asked, `It is only my father and his friends that are fucking me and I want a change. Johan is a good fuck but I want to try an African man?' I needed no second invitation to fuck this beautiful boy. With my cock hardening instantly, I handed the helm over to Johan, unknotted my sarong and tossed it onto the chart table at the back of the wheelhouse. Jul's eyes stretched wide at the sight of my massive swollen cock and a grin of delight lit up his face. Johan caught Jul's eyes and grinned back, giving his own impressively big cock a tug: `Told you, didn't I?', he said `Wow, Captain, it's so ... uh ... so big!', said Jul. `Is it too much for you?', I asked. `No Captain', he said, `I can take it! I practise with a wine bottle sometimes! I just haven't had a real penis that thick before' Jul stepped up to me. He put the palms of his hands against my chest and stretched up on his toes, offering me his open lips; eagerly taking my tongue into his warm mouth with its sweet young boy taste. His cock, already hard and erected, pressed against my lower belly, marking its movements with a shiny trace of precum on my skin. As I explored his mouth with my tongue, I ran my hands down his back, slowly tracing the two long muscles on either side of his spine ... then down onto the firm mounds of his buttocks and inwards into his sweating crack. My forefinger probed for his pucker, which flexed open and took my finger into its warm wet interior as soon as I touched it. The twelve year old was obviously no novice when it came to sex. By now Jul had slid his one hand down between us to take hold of my swollen cock. Expertly, he worked its tip with his fingers and quickly had me panting with pleasure. I swung him around roughly in the urgency of my lust and pushed him up against the chart table. I put my hand between his shoulder blades, pushed his upper body down onto the polished wooden surface and held him there as I spat into my hand, slathered my saliva onto my cock and positioned it to thrust into Jul's arse. Jul reached his hand behind him and pulled his butt cheeks apart, pushing back against my cock head in his eagerness to take my shaft inside him. Following his lead I thrust my big cock into Jul's fuck channel and heard him gasp lightly as I entered him. But within seconds his well-fucked anus had stretched to accommodate my girth and Jul was making little grunts and squeaks of satisfaction as he took charge of my cock and rode it hard. Just before I climaxed some time later, I quickly withdrew my cock from Jul's arse and shot my load all over his back. Johan heard me cry out my satisfaction and called me urgently to take over the wheel from him: `Quick, Uncle Jonathan, I need another go!', he pleaded. I took over the wheel and Johan made a dash for where Jul was just standing up from the chart table, stroking his cock frantically to climax. Johan spun Jul around and knocked his hand off his cock. `Don't come yet!', he ordered, `You can come when I'm done fucking you!' Jul obediently took Johan's cock in hand and started to go down on his knees to suck him. Johan pulled him back upright and pushed him roughly backward against the chart table. Then Johan bent down, put his hands around Jul's thighs and lifted him up onto the table, pushing against his upper body with his head at the same time, making Jul lie on his back and lifting his thighs up and back so that Jul's knees almost reached his shoulders. Immediately Johan thrust his thick cock all the way in and started ramming Jul's arse relentlessly and hard. Whenever Jul started fisting his own cock Johan slapped his hand away. `Stop fucking around with your dick, Jul!', he ordered, `My cock is the only one you gotta think about now!'. I stood to one side of the wheel and watched Johan banging his pole into Jul's arse like a jackhammer, every muscle in his brawny young body bunched and straining, his smooth brown skin drenched in sweat. Below him Jul grunted and moaned with pleasure, his hands pressed up against the bulkhead behind him to prevent his head being banged against the planking with each violent thrust. As Johan approached climax he suddenly jerked his cock out of Jul's hole, grabbed hold of Jul's shoulders and pulled him onto his knees on the floor. Then, with one hand cupped around Jul's neck and pulling his head forward, he stroked himself to ejaculation with the other, banging his swollen cock head against Jul's lips to signal him to open his mouth. Finally, Johan bellowed his pleasure as his cock shot thick jets of cum indiscriminately into Jul's mouth, in his face and his hair. Immediately, Johan leaned forward over the chart table with his feet planted wide apart and spread his butt cheeks with his hands. `Now fuck me, Jul!', he demanded. Jul eagerly got up and shoved his long thick pole into Johan's arse. After barely a minute of frenzied thrusting, Jul shot his load inside Johan. Then the cum-splattered boys left the wheelhouse to find someone else to fuck and I manned the wheel on my own until eventually Dirk came to relieve me. By then it was past midnight and there was a lull in the sexual activity as we turned opposite Umhlanga and started motoring slowly back to Durban harbour. Our naked guests stood around singly or in pairs on the deck, talking, smoking and drinking. The boys stood in a group on the foredeck, chattering and laughing excitedly as they swapped stories of their experiences with the Norwegians. I noticed that Jul was among them, obviously preferring the company of boys closer to his own age. As I stood at the gunwale looking toward the shore, the man that Jul was with came up to me. `Jul enjoys being with the boys, I see', he remarked with a chuckle. `I am not surprised', I replied, `They are a nice bunch of boys'. `Yes', he said, `And I believe your own son is among them?' `Yes', I replied, `though in a way most of them are my sons.' `So I understand', he replied. Then he stuck out a hand: `My name is Per', he said, `I am Jul's father.' `I am Jonathan', I replied, shaking his hand. Per explained that he was a single parent who had adopted Jul when he was a baby. Jul was the unwanted child of Per's niece. She had been drugged and raped at a party when she was in high school and Jul was the result. The pregnancy was discovered too late for abortion and Per had stepped in to adopt him rather than have him taken up by a state institution. I felt we were kindred spirits, so I told Per my own story: How my wife and I had parted ways; how Dirk had chosen to live with me; how Josh and the other boys had become a part of our all male family; how we had all come to live on Skobbejak and what our plans were for the future. Per was an officer in the Norwegian Army and had been on long leave between deployments on UN peacekeeping missions. He had taken Jul on an extended holiday because his next deployment would keep them apart for a whole year, possibly longer. Per and Jul had never been separated before. Per had always had headquarters appointments and it had been possible for Jul to stay with him in whatever city he had been posted to. However, this time Per would be deployed in a remote and dangerous situation and Jul would have to stay in Norway with Per's family. Both Per and Jul were dreading the separation, not least because Per's family had never really taken to Jul, owing to the circumstances of his birth. Jul was acutely aware of this and had begged to be allowed either to go with Per or to be placed in a boarding school rather than stay with Per's family. As we chatted, Jul and Johan came up to us, hand in hand. `Papa', said Jul, `We want you and the captain to come below and play with us'. `Yes, Uncle Jonathan', added Johan, `It will be cool!' I felt my cock tingle at the idea of the four of us having sex together. I looked at Per. `What do you think?', I asked. `I'm game!', said Per. `Then so am I!', I replied, and the four of us went down the forward companionway into the crew quarters, where the whole deck had been turned into one big bed with mattresses from the bunks that lined the sides. *********** After a night of non-stop sex we arrived back at our berth in the Marina just as the sun was coming up. We said farewell to our guests and handed them over to Henk, who was already waiting to welcome them and taken them back to their hotels. Per and I exchanged contact details, promising to keep in touch. I wished him well on his deployment and he expressed the hope that our ship school venture would be a success. I noticed Jul look a question at Per when he mentioned this, but Per did not explain. I said goodbye to Jul and said that I hoped the time would go quickly while his father was away. He shook my hand and said `thank you' politely, but the sadness in his eyes was heartrending. Before Henk left with the guests he said he would be back soon to pick up his boys. In the meantime they should make themselves useful cleaning and tidying. He said that, when he got back he had to talk to me about a problem that had come up. I wondered momentarily what it could be but then put it out of my mind while we set out about getting Skobbejak shipshape again. A couple of hours later Henk returned. He had Jens's younger brother, Erik, in tow. Shirtless and barefoot as always, Erik had a small beach bag slung over his shoulder that I thought nothing of at the time. Erik looked as if he had been crying, but as soon as he spotted Jens helping with the deck swabbing, he seemed to cheer up at once, dropped his bag on the deck and ran off to join his brother. Henk picked up Erik's bag and motioned me conspiratorially into the wheelhouse so we could speak in private. Once there Henk told me that Jens's mother had skipped Durban to evade being arrested on a charge of murder arising out of the stabbing of a client. She claimed that she had done so in self-defence, but the client happened to be Sergeant Scholtz's brother-in-law, who had demanded free services from her on the strength of his relationship with the policeman. Jens's mother had no illusions about her chances of survival if she fell into Scholtz's clutches, so she had fled the country, probably into neighbouring Mozambique, abandoning both Erik and Jens in Henk's care. The problem was that Henk's partner, Sergeant Scholtz, had told Henk in a fury that he was to `get rid of' the boys to teach her a lesson. Henk had pleaded for them, arguing that their mother would suffer much more anguish if they were simply put out on the street. Scholtz finally relented and agreed that her flat be taken over by another hooker and that the boys be kicked out onto the street. Henk proposed that I should take the boys in. `Good grief, Henk!', I said, `I'm not running a children's home here. I can't take every kid in who's wandering the streets of Durban! Do they have no family at all?' `Their mother was alone in this country. She's German or Dutch. She jumped off a cargo ship and has been here ever since. I'm sure she's gonna hop on the first ship that will take her out of Maputo. We never gonna see her again!', he replied. `Then what about a children's shelter?', I asked. `Ag, Jonathan, they won't survive there. And they got talents other people don't appreciate. You know Jens is a great fuck! And Erik is gonna be just as good! And the best is ... they can pay their own way!' `Henk, you know I'm not going to put them to work doing tricks!' `So you gonna take them then?' `No ... I mean I wouldn't let them if I did take them!' I looked across at Jens and Erik, happily helping Rijn and Ben as they sloshed buckets of water and soap over the deck as the older boys swabbed it down with mops. Occasionally the younger boys would `accidentally' empty a bucket over the older boys' legs and then run away squealing as the older boys pretended to be angry and chased them. Once again I was struck by the physical beauty of their solidly muscled and well-proportioned little bodies and my lower gut lurched pleasantly in affirmation. `Oh, dammit Henk! Okay, I'll take them', I said, `Another two crew members for the good ship Skobbejak!' `You won't be sorry!', said Henk, `Shall we say the same price as the other three?' `That will be the day, Henk! I'm not paying you one cent! You asked me to take them off your hands!' `Still ... I invested a lot of training in them that you gonna benefit from.' `No chance!' `How about 500 bucks each then?' `Henk, I'll give you 500 for both ... and that's just to get you off my back!' `Done!', said Henk, who had not really expected to get anything for them. `And .. `, I said, `You have the job of explaining to Jens what has happened ... I presume Erik already knows?' `No problem', said Henk, and went out to talk to the two boys. Jens took the news of his mother's disappearance very badly. He ran blindly away from Henk and dived down into the crew quarters, where hurled himself onto a bunk and buried his face in a pillow. He stayed there for hours, refusing to speak to anyone. Not even Erik, who seemed to have gotten over the initial pain very quickly, could entice him to come out. `Leave him alone', I eventually said to the boys, `He needs some time for himself now.' Late that night I woke in my cabin to find Jens snuggling up to me, obviously in need of human warmth and touch. I put an arm around him and hugged him close. Minutes later, Erik followed, sneaking quietly onto the bed and cuddling up to me on the other side. I hugged him with my other arm. He smiled up at me and closed his eyes. Seconds later we were all three fast asleep together. Over the next few days Jens slowly got over his grief and got back to his normal cheerful self. The fact that all the boys went out of their way to make Jens and Erik feel loved and welcomed them as brothers in our Skobbejak family helped a great deal in this process. The two of them continued to climb into my bed every night and I did not have the heart to chase them back to their own berths. Fortunately Dirk and Josh, who naturally felt they had a superior claim to that privilege, were very understanding about it and made no objection. Not that they really had any ground for objection: We were not having any sex, after all ... the two young boys did not offer it and I did not demand it, however horny it made me to have their warm naked bodies pressed up against mine all night. I realised after a few nights of agonising abstinence that I was basically a security blanket for Jens and Erik and I sometimes had to sneak out and pay a nocturnal visit to one of the other boys to relieve the pressure on my balls. By then the school holidays were in full swing and Durban was bursting with up-country visitors. To keep the boys busy and also to bring in some income we took tourists on day trips in the harbour and out in the bay. After the novelty wore off the boys complained bitterly about having to wear their navy blue shorts and white T shirts all day in the stifling Durban heat. They wanted to rather go out into the bay to swim and fish without having to wear any irksome clothing. `We're on holiday Dad!', complained Dirk, `We want to have some fun too!' We reached a compromise in terms of which the boys would be allowed to wear their sarongs while tour guests were on board and every third day or so we would head up or down the coast a short distance, anchor off one of the beaches and fish or swim. One afternoon late we arrived back at our berth to find Per and Jul waiting for us. I was glad to see them and invited them on board. I sent Dirk to fetch chairs and cold beers for Per and me. Jul went with him and then hung around with the boys as they went about their various duties at a leisurely end-of-day pace. As Per and I sat on the folding camp chairs that the boys had brought up for us Per got straight to the point: `Would you consider taking Jul as a student in your school ship for the time that I am on deployment?', he asked. I looked at him in surprise. `Jul and I have been butting heads since we left your ship the other day. He picked up on my wishing you well with the school ship project and has been pestering me ever since to let him school with you rather than stay with the family in Norway. Jul is very persistent and very persuasive and he finally convinced me to at least ask if you would take him. Please don't feel obligated to do so. Our deal is that if you say no, he will accept that as final and he will leave for Norway tomorrow. If you say yes, I have agreed to accept that as final and he will stay.' `And what do you really want to happen?', I asked. `Well ... my head says that it would be better for him to continue his schooling in Norway. But I know that he would be miserable with the family ... and my heart says that it is more important for him to be happy ... so ... if you will have him ... that would make me happy too.' `That is fortunate, because my answer would in any event have been yes. I am more than happy to offer Jul a home on Skobbejak while you are on deployment.' I took Per into the wheelhouse, which doubled as my office in harbour. I explained my policy that students were to fit into the discipline and routine as crew members despite the fact that they were paying for the privilege. Per said that he would not have it any other way. I explained that, in contrast with Norway, South African schools still practised corporal punishment and that our school ship was no exception. Per said that he had no problem with boys receiving corporal punishment and, with that settled, Per signed the relevant contracts and other documents. We arranged that Per would go to the Norwegian consulate and the South African Department of the Interior over the next few days and obtain the necessary permits and visas, but that Jul would join the ship's company immediately. The moment he heard the news, Jul dashed back ashore to fetch the sea bag that he had left with the gate control in the hope that I would say yes. His father, being a soldier, had made sure that Jul had packed sensibly and, above all, lightly. When we went through the recommended checklist with Jul and Per we found that Jul had nothing that was not on the list and required only one or two additional items, such as proper seagoing foul weather gear, that Per would buy the next day. A few days later Per came to spend his last night in Durban on Skobbejak with us. I offered him and Jul my cabin so they could spend the night in privacy together but both of them said they would be happy if Dirk and I would join them. We did and had a marvellous night of the most passionate sex together. It was a wonderful experience ... both lusting and loving ... and one which I shall never forget. The next day Per left early by taxi while Jul was still sleeping as he did not wish to put Jul through an emotional farewell. And so Jul became Skobbejak's first paying student and crew member. He fitted right in and within just a few weeks Jul had become indistinguishable in appearance from any of the South African boys on board. His milky white skin had tanned a deep golden brown. His hands had become hard and calloused from handling ropes and winches. The heat and the hard physical work had burned off his puppy fat and made his athletic musculature lean and well-defined. His feet were becoming harder and his soles tougher by the day from going barefoot, though the summer-heated Durban tarmac was still a challenge for him and provided the leather-footed South African boys with much entertainment as he winced, hopped and minced over the blistering road and pavement surfaces. By the end of the holiday, however, the skin on the soles of his feet had become as thick and impervious to heat and sharp objects as any of them and they accepted him as ... almost ... a full-fledged crew member. The final seal of approval came when one evening he took ten strokes from the `Snake' across his bare back, without yelling, as part of an initiation ritual that the boys had concocted for new members, supposedly to make them feel part of the team, but in reality for their own enjoyment. Jens and Erik were subjected to the same ordeal and, following Jul's example, took their whipping too without a cry, though the tears flowed and their chests heaved with suppressed sobs. When I pointed out to the other boys that it was not fair to subject the new boys to a whipping ritual that they had not undergone themselves, they answered that they had all been punished with whippings at one time or another and that that ought to exempt them. I conceded the point, but then the ever honest Josh owned up to not having had any lashes to date. As a result of this Josh also had to have ten lashes across his back. Finally, in a fit of fairness and solidarity, the other five boys decided to offer their backs for ten lashes each also. So the whole crew ended up that evening with thick welts across their backs that felt like they had been stroked with red hot pokers. This did nothing to dampen their sexual appetites, however, as I discovered when Jens and Erik climbed into bed with me again that night. For the first time since their mother had abandoned them they did not just cuddle up to me and fall instantly asleep. Instead, the two of them shuffled up either side of me on their knees, their blue eyes sparkling wickedly with lust. Without saying a word they both bent down and, head to head, put their tongues to work on my cock and balls. `Wow!', I groaned breathlessly, `If I knew you just needed a whipping to make you horny, I would've leathered you two weeks ago!' Jens and Erik just gave me a thumbs up, their tongues and lips too busy to respond vocally.