Date: Sun, 17 Jun 2001 20:31:34 +0100 From: Jimmy Brandon Subject: A Voyage Of Discovery Chapters 1 & 2/Part 1/Installment 1 A Voyage of Discovery This is a story that involves sexual acts between a man of 42, and three boys aged 14, 12 and 11. If this sort of story is not to your liking, or if reading this type of story is illegal where you live, then don't read any further. The story is entirely fictional, although nothing would please me more than if it was not, and any similarity between the characters portrayed, either living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Many would say that if these activities had actually taken place they would constitute child abuse. However, can you really call it child abuse if it is done either at the request of the young person or with the eager agreement of the young person, and if it is obvious that the young person gets a great deal of pleasure and enjoyment from the activities. Rather than child abuse, I think of it as love. Certainly in the story a great bond of love develops between the four main players, which lasts for many years. As stated above, this story depicts imaginary acts between an adult man and three minor boys. The acts involve masturbation, mutual masturbation, oral sex and anal sex. At no time are any of the minors physically hurt, other than the temporary infliction of some pain during anal entry. In the story, all activities take place with the willing participation of all parties. I am posting the first two chapters of this story as my first attempt at publication of any kind. If you enjoy the first two chapters, and would like me to post more, please e-mail your comments. All flames will be ignored. The story is copyright to me, and further publication or posting is illegal unless I have given my consent first. If you wish to post this, or any other part of the story on another free site, please e-mail me first for permission. Chapter 1 - The Invitation It all began with a telephone call from Tom, my best friend since my schooldays. Tom was a very successful businessman who owned a computer services company. He had a beautiful wife, Anita, and three sons, Phillip (Phil), 14 years old, Peter, 12 years old, and Paul, 11 years old. They lived in a large house on the fringes of the Epping Forest in Essex, England. The house was set in about five acres of ground, surrounded by trees, and enjoyed a fantastic view over the Lea Valley, which ran north from east London. Me? My name is Barry, Bas to my friends. I am just turned 42 years old. I live in another large house about five miles away from Tom and his family. In the past, I worked with Tom when he first started his company, and I like to think that my computer skills helped to set him on the road to success. However I decided to leave the company when I inherited a moderate fortune from a favourite uncle, which gave me independence and the ability to live a very comfortable life without the need to earn a living. During this time I had got involved with helping to run the junior section of a local sailing club, teaching youngsters from 6 to 16 how to sail dinghies. I am a fully qualified Yachtmaster and sailing instructor. But in spite of my money, I have never owned a boat of my own, preferring to sail with friends from the sailing club in their boats. Back to the phone call. When I picked up the phone, Tom asked how I was and passed the usual pleasantries, and then asked if I had anything planned for the next month or so. Intrigued, I told him that I had nothing that I couldn't change if I wanted to, and he then told me he had bought a boat, and that he and his family were planning to spend a month or so sailing to the Channel Islands, France, Belgium, Holland, and possibly Germany. He said that although Anita and the boys were all quite competent sailors, he felt he wanted someone with him who would be able to take over the boat if an emergency occurred, and they would all be very pleased if I was able to come with them. I, of course, did not need much persuasion, and by the time I put the phone down, I had agreed to sail with them the following Saturday. Saturday morning saw me meeting up with Tom, Anita and family at their house. Because we were going away for quite a time, we had decided that we needed to take both Tom's estate car and my 4x4. When I pulled up Phil came and asked if he could travel with me, and when I said yes, Peter and Paul also asked if they could come, so that was how we travelled down to Port Hamble, near Southampton, where the new boat was kept. The journey took about two and a half hours, and the younger boys were chattering excitedly all the time, but in between their chatter, Phil asked me if I could teach him about navigation on the trip, and I was pleased to say yes since we had always got on well together, and it would give us a project to concentrate on rather than just spend the time lazing about. When we arrived at the marina, I was very impressed with my first sight of the boat. She was 45 feet long and looked new. Tom explained that she was only three months old, and that the guy who originally bought it had had a stroke and could no longer sail it, and he had got it at a very cheap price. When we got on board I was even more impressed. The boat was fitted out very luxuriously. There was an aft cabin with a large double bed and plenty of storage space, with a largish bathroom next door which had toilet, washbasin and shower. In the main saloon, there was a table with a settee round three sides of it on the starboard side, and on the port side there was a settee with a chart table at the forward end of it with a very impressive array of electronic equipment. Behind the settee and the seat round the table were two single berths. Forward of the saloon was a well equipped galley taking up the port side of the boat, and on the starboard side there was a large store cupboard and another bathroom similar to the one aft. Forward of this arrangement was another cabin with two bunks which met at the bottom due to the pointed front end of the boat, and another fold away bunk above the one on the port side. Although it was narrow at the front end, there was plenty of room at the afte end of the cabin for two, or even three people to have space to get dressed and undressed without getting in each others way too much. Obviously, Tom and Anita were going to sleep in the aft cabin. Peter and Paul both wanted to sleep in the bunks in the saloon, and Tom asked me if I minded sharing the forward cabin with Phil, making the point that I didn't have to since Phil could sleep on the settee in the saloon. I said that I didn't mind if it was OK with Phil, and Phil grinned and said that that was fine with him, so we both mover our kit in and spent some time stowing it away. After we had all stowed out kit, Tom, Phil and I set off to go to the local supermarket and get essential supplies, like food, milk, and booze. This took quite a time, but by the time we got back to the boat, we had enough supplies to keep us going for about four of five days. I had been a bit worried about the perishables, like meat and milk and so on, but when we got back on board Phil showed me that there was a fair sized fridge and a large cold box with its own cooling unit. Phil explained that it was not rated as a freezer, but that it was cold enough to keep things already frozen in that state. By the time we had got all the kit and all the food stowed away, it was about 7 o'clock in the evening. Anita suggested that we go to a restaurant for dinner, so we all had a quick wash and brush up, and went up to the yacht club where we found they did very nice meals. The boys all had burgers and chips, but the adults had large steaks with all the trimmings. We had a couple of bottles of wine with the meal, and I was pleased to see that Tom and Anita let the boys have wine as well. They seemed to take it for granted, so it was obvious that this was quite normal for them. By the time we had finished our meal, had a couple of drinks, and got back to the boat it was getting on for eleven o'clock. We were all feeling a bit tired after a busy day, and after another drink, soft drinks for the boys this time, we were all ready to turn in. Phil and I went forward into our cabin, and we both stripped down to our underwear, Phil wearing boxers and me slip briefs. I spotted Phil taking a glance at my crotch area as we climbed into bed, and I stole a quick look at him and found it quite exciting to see that he seemed to be sporting a bit of a hard on as his boxers were tented out a bit as he pulled his duvet over him. I was quite surprised to find that I found that short glimpse exciting, and I began to harden up as well. However, Phil had no chance to see that since I was already under my duvet. We both lay chatting about what we looked forward to in the coming weeks, but it was not long before we both dropped off to sleep. Chapter 2 - A Surprising Discovery The next morning, Peter woke me with a cup of tea. I sat up and looked across at Phil. His duvet had slipped off him during the night, or he might have thrown it off since it had been a bit warm, and he was just beginning to open his eyes. I noticed that he had a morning hard-on, which tented his boxers. Once again I was a bit surprised to find that this excited me and I also began to sprout an erection. However, as on the previous night, this was hidden from Phil under my duvet, and I pulled up my knees to make sure that it remained hidden from him. As he became a bit more with it, he obviously became aware of his boxers sticking out in front of him, and he quickly raised his knee nearest to me to disguise it and surreptitiously looked over at me to see if I had seen it. I pretended that I hadn't seen anything out of the ordinary, and concentrated on drinking my tea. By the time we had both finished our tea, I had got control of my feelings, and Phil had lowered his leg, showing that he had also. We both got up and I went into the bathroom and had a cool shower. When I came out, Phil had tidied his bunk and was sitting with his towel round his waist waiting for me to come out. He went into the bathroom and I got dressed in shorts and polo shirt, and tidied up my bunk. As I stepped out of the door, Phil came out of the shower and went into the cabin and soon emerged, dressed in tee shirt and shorts. Anita was cooking the breakfast, and Paul was setting the table. Tom emerged from the aft cabin, also dressed as I was, and shortly after, Peter came out of the aft bathroom and we all sat down to a full English breakfast of Cereal, followed with egg, bacon, sausage, tomato and baked beans, all washed down with freshly brewed coffee. I could see that I was going to enjoy this life. After we had finished and sat discussing what we were going to do for the rest of the day, Tom and I did the washing up while the boys got busy on deck, filling the water tanks from the hose on the pontoon, and checking that everything was secure ready for us to sail. Anita went to the marina shop and got fresh bread and milk and some other odds and ends to keep the inner man fortified. Once all the chores were finished, Tom got the engine started, showing the boys how to do the engine checks first, while I studied the charts and decided on where we were going that day. We had already decided that we wanted to finish up at Yarmouth, on the Isle of Wight, but Tom wanted to spend the day putting the boat through her paces so that we all got used to how she handled. We cast off and headed down the River Hamble and out into The Solent. We first turned left, towards Portsmouth, and spent some time beating against the wind. The boat handled superbly, and about lunch time, we sailed into Osborne Bay, on the Isle of Wight, and dropped the anchor and prepared a salad lunch which we all ate sitting in the cockpit. By the time we had finished, the tide had turned and was flowing west, so we winched up the anchor and set sail, on a broad reach, towards Yarmouth. The boat really sailed well, and we were making about 7+ knots as we passed Cowes, and the trip to Yarmouth was completed, including a couple of man overboard drills, in about 2+ hours. As we approached Yarmouth, we called the harbour master on the radio, and he directed us to a berth alongside another boat moored between two piles. Once we had the boat secure, the boys got the inflatable dinghy out of its locker and blew it up with an electric pump, while Tom and I checked over the outboard. When the dinghy was blown up, we launched it over the side, and I passed the engine down to Tom and Phil, with the help or Peter and Paul, andTom secured it to the back of the dinghy and started it. He then climbed back on board and told Phil to take it for a test run round the harbour. Once Phil came back, Peter and Paul joined him, all with their life jackets on, and they began to take it in turns to take the controls and potter about in the harbour. Tom, Anita and I stretched out in the cockpit, each with a cold beer, and just enjoyed the sun. After about an hour, Tom signalled the boys to bring the dinghy alongside, and we decided to go ashore and have a look around the town. We decided we didn't want to bother with getting us all in the dinghy, so we called the water taxi and went ashore in style. When we stepped onto the quay, the boys said they wanted to go and explore on their own, so Tom told them to meet us back on the quay in about an hour and a half, and we set off to browse around the shops. Anita spotted an art gallery and went inside and began to sturdy the pictures, and Tom and I went into a chandlers a couple of doors down the street, and had a browse round. I bought a new pair of deck shoes which were reduced to a very reasonable price, and Tom bought himself a new Breton cap, also reduced. At the appointed time, we met the boys on the quay, and decided that we would go and have dinner in one of the pubs. We found one in a little back street, which seemed to offer a very good food selection. We went into the dining room and had one of the best pub meals that I have ever tasted. By the time we had finished a three course meal, followed by coffee, it was about 10 o'clock, and we strolled back to the quay, and got the water taxi back to the boat. Tom and I settled down in the cockpit with a largish rum each, Anita and Phil had some red wine, and Peter and Paul had cokes. By eleven o'clock we were all feeling rather weary, so we all drifted off to our respective cabins and to bed. I had been asleep for a while when I woke up. I was not sure what had woken me, but when I looked over towards Phil, I saw he was lying on top of his duvet, with his boxers round his knees, and was wanking himself off. I could see that his dick was about 5+ inches and uncut. His fore-skin was sliding back and forth over his glans as he rubbed up and down with his right hand while he massaged his balls with the left. I watched, entranced, keeping very still so as not to let him know I was awake. Watching his performance, I began to get hard myself, but I resisted the urge to do anything about it. As I watched, I began to realise that I was really turned on by what I was watching, and it really surprised me to think that I could lie there watching and enjoying the performance on view. Phil was obviously getting near his climax, as he began to grunt quietly, and to thrust his hips up to meet the pumping of his hand. All of a sudden, he stopped pumping and I counted five jets of semen leaving his cock, arching through the air, and landing on his chest and stomach. When he had finished, he lay gently milking out the last drops of semen, and on an unexplainable urge, I quietly said, "You certainly seemed to enjoy that". Phil jumped and stared at me with horror in his eyes. He said, "Fuck, I thought you were asleep. I'm really sorry". And then, after a pause, he said, "Please don't tell Dad. He'll go ape shit if he finds out". I said that I could see no reason why I should tell his dad about something that was quite normal, and he looked at me as if he couldn't believe what he had heard. I then said, "Actually, watching you do that has quite turned me on. Would it embarrass you if I did the same"? Phil's eyes widened, and he stammered, "N-n-no. I d-d-don't mind", and as moved to lie on top of my duvet, and began to pull my briefs down, he turned so that he was lying with his back to me. I said, "You don't have to turn your back. You can watch if you like. After all, I watched you. It's only fair". He turned back towards me and his eyes were glued to my groin as I took my 8 inch cock in my right hand and began to slide my fore- skin back and forth over my very tender cock head while I fondled my balls with the left hand as he had done. He watched entranced as I began to speed up my strokes, and due to the excitement he had caused me while I watched him, it was only a couple of minutes before I felt my balls begin to pull up to my body. I held back as long as I could, but eventually I could hold it no longer, and I shot seen powerful jets of semen, which landed, on my chin, chest and stomach. I then gently milked out the final drips as Phil had done. Phil whispered, "Wow, that was some wank. I didn't know men did it as well". I explained to him that men had sexual urges just as much as boys, and that if they didn't have the opportunity to satisfy them with a woman, then they had to satisfy them by other means. He just grinned. I said, "Just as you don't want me to say anything to your dad, I think we should keep this a secret between ourselves. I don't think your parents would understand if they found out." Phil grinned and held out his hand, and we shook on the deal. I then gave him some tissues from the box at the head of my bunk, took some myself, and we both cleaned ourselves up, pulled up our underwear, and settled down for sleep. In a short time I could tell from Phil's deep regular breathing that he had fallen asleep, but I lay with a confusion of thoughts running through my mind. I had never, before than, had any thoughts about any kind of sexual activity with boys, but tonight, I had secretly watched a 14 year old wank himself off, and thoroughly enjoyed the performance, and I had then encouraged him to watch me as I wanked myself. I wondered what I was getting myself into. But as I drifted off to sleep my last thought was that I hoped it would go further. When I woke in the morning, Phil was already awake. He was showing an obvious bulge between his legs indicating that he had just woken with a hard on. I realised that my cock was rising in salute to him, but neither of us made any attempt to hide it this time, we just looked at each other, Phil ran his hand over his and stretched the material of his boxers to emphasise it, and we both gave each other big grins. I realised that this was indeed going to go further, but determined that we were going to need to be very careful. When we heard the sound of the kettle being put on outside our cabin door, we both pulled our duvets over us so than anyone coming in would not see our aroused state. Five minutes later, Paul brought us both a cup of tea.