Date: Wed, 20 Jun 2001 20:27:41 +0100 From: Jimmy Brandon Subject: A Voyage Of Discovery Chapter 3/Part 1/Installment 2 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 posted the first part of this story a few days ago not knowing what to expect in response. I have received several e-mails since, all complimentary, so I have decided to post the second part. I appreciate all constructive suggestions but ignore all flames. Thank you for your interest. Chapter 3 - Phil and I Learn More About Each Other That day we decided to sail to Weymouth. We left Yarmouth and sailed through the Needles Channel on the last of the morning tide, sailed past St Alban's Head, and anchored in Lulworth Cove for a late lunch. We took the dinghy ashore and walked up to the village and back, before returning to the boat, raising the anchor and sailing on to Weymouth, where we arrived at about five o'clock and tied up on the outside of two other yachts on the harbour wall. By the time we had tidied the boat and filled the water tanks and washed the decks, it as about 6:30, and we decided that we would have a look round the town and find somewhere to have dinner. The boys asked if they could go and find McDonalds, so Tom gave them some money and they went off with instructions to be back on board by 10:30. Tom checked that Phil had got his mobile so that they could contact us if they needed to, although we had little doubt that we would hear nothing from them all evening. After strolling round the town, and checking out some of the shops that were still open, Tom, Anita and I found a waterside restaurant and had a very enjoyable meal, returning to the boat at about 10:00. By the time that the boys came back, about twenty minutes after us, Tom and I had the charts out and were studying the almanac for tide times. Phil joined us while the two younger boys played cards in the cockpit, and we worked out our crossing, planning to cross to Alderney, the nearest of the Channel Islands, the next day. The crossing was about 56 nautical miles and we reckoned would take about 10 to 11 hours sailing. We planned to be away at 7 o'clock in the morning, which should get us into Braye Harbour by about 6 o'clcok in the evening. We decided to split ourselves into two watches so that for this trip, and any others where we were likely to be at sea for some time, we would know who could have a sleep when we were tired. Tom, Anita and Paul made up one watch, and myself, Phil and Peter made the other. We decided that we would do three hour watches on this trip, although we thought we would probably all be up for most of the trip since it was a daylight crossing. By the time we had finished our voyage planning, it was about 11 o'clock, and we decided to have a quick drink and then go to bed, as we had to up fairly early in the morning. Half an hour later, Phil and I were in our bunks. It was still warm, so we were again lying on top of our duvets with Phil Just in his boxers and myself I my briefs. Phil looked across at me and I could see that he was studying my body pretty thoroughly. After a while he asked, "Why do you wear briefs instead of boxers Bas"? I replied that I felt more comfortable with my genitals supported than with them dangling, as they tended to do with boxers. And I pointed out that they tended to conceal it more if you got an erection in public, and made it less obvious. Phil asked if I often got hard, and I told him that I was not over the hill yet, and that a pretty girl with a good figure still aroused me. Ha asked if I meant big tits, and I replied that that was one of the factors, but a pretty bum and a nice face also played their part. Phil asked me if I ever got aroused by boys, and I told him that until the previous couple of days, that had never been the case, but I admitted that following our experience the precious night, I had found myself looking at a couple of young lads during the evening, and one had started to arouse me. Phil was quiet for a bit, and then he said that he found that girls didn't have much effect on him, but that he often got turned on by boys, especially at the swimming pool, or in games at school. He asked if that meant that he was gay. I told him that most boys went through what was often called a homosexual stage during their change from a boy to a man, and that during that time they often took more interest in their mates than in girls. I went on to say that in most cases that changed as they found out more about themselves and each other, but that in some cases their interest in males continued into adulthood, and when that happened then they would probably be considered to be gay. Phil asked if I was gay, and I had to think about the answer to that. I told him that if anyone had asked me that question a few days ago, I would have denied it very strongly. But since I found how aroused I got by him, it was a question I had asked myself in the last 24 hours. Phil then asked if we could wank off again, and both do it together. I was on the point of saying that I didn't think we ought to when he said that it was OK, he would never tell anyone. I just said, "OK". Phil lifted his hips from the bunk and slid his boxers down to his knees. As he released his penis, it stood at its full 51/2 inches, and I could see it gently throbbing in time with his heart beat. I lay taking in the full picture of this young man. When standing, he stood at about 5'1" tall. As he lay there stretched out on the bunk, I took in the whole length of his body. His hair was light brown, and cut fairly short, but not close-cropped as some boys have it these days. His grey eyes were well spaced and always seemed to smile. His face was round, with a dimple in his chin. As my gaze moved down, I took in his well-developed chest and the flat stomach with the beginnings of what I guessed would later be a well-defined six-pack. His cock, when erect, was at an angle of about 80 degrees to his body, and round the base of it, there was a thin ring of fine, almost blond, pubic hair. I looked closely and saw that there was the faintest suggestion of a line of hair leading up towards his belly button, but had it not been for the light shining from behind it, I wouldn't have noticed it. His legs were well developed and looked athletic. In short, he had the figure of an Adonis. Almost perfect. He looked over at me and said, "Come on then. Get yours out as well". I lifted my bum off the bunk and slid my slip down to my knees. My penis stood proud at its full 8 inches, and a trickle of pre-cum dripped to my stomach. Phil watched entranced, and then took hold of his cock and began to slide his foreskin back and forth over the head, while, all the time, keeping his eyes glued on mine. I pulled my fore-skin back so that the shining, purple, glans was fully revealed, and I began to use the tip of my finger to spread the pre-cum round the tender ridge of my cock-head. When Phil saw what I was doing, he stopped rubbing himself and pulled his foreskin back as I had done. I could see, in the light from the street lamps on the quayside, which flooded through the skylight, that he had a small, glistening, drop of pre-cum nestled in his piss-slit. He began to spread it round the ridge of his glans as I had done, and he let out a long quiet groan. We both lay there watching each other gently stimulating the super sensitive ridge, paying special attention to the vee shaped peak, and both oozing more pre-cum the more we played with the sensitive nerve heads. When I had sufficient pre-cum to lubricate my hand, I grasped the uncovered cock-head and began to slowly slide it back and forth in my lubricated fist. Phil soon copied what I was doing, and I had to warn him to keep quiet as he began to groan and thrust his hips so that his cock slid back and forth in his fist. We were both massaging our balls with our other hands, and I could tell that Phil was getting near his climax as he shut his eyes and thrust faster and faster at his fist. All of a sudden, his body convulsed, he let out a quiet grunt and lay back while his cock erupted with six powerful spurts of semen. The first landed on his nose, the second on his chin, and the successive jets got weaker and weaker until he lay there gently milking out the last drips, still with his eyes glued on me. Phil's orgasm finished me off, and I shot seven powerful shots over my face, chest and stomach, until I also was milking out the last drops. We both grinned at each other, and Phil said, "That was the greatest wank I have ever had. I've always used the foreskin before, but rubbing the bare dick-head with a lubed hand is much better. I thought I was going to shoot through the deck head when I came. I reached for the tissues, but Phil asked me to wait. He reached across and rubbed his hand in the spunk on my body. I watched him, and he looked at me with a pleading look, and I reached over and did the same to him. All of a sudden, he levered his body across the narrowish gap between our bunks and was lying on top of me with his cock nestling next to mine, and our love juices mixing together between our bodies. He nestled his head on my shoulder. I reached to the door and quietly slid the privacy bolt home, and we lay there together, with our arms around each other. Phil said he loved me. I replied that I loved him too, and we fell asleep in each others arms. About half an hour later, I woke and Phil was still on top of me asleep. I gently blew on his ear lobe until he woke. I had my finger on his lips to keep him quiet, and he grinned at me and nodded. He rolled off me and lay next to me, and I got some tissues and began to clean him up. When I had finished, he did the same to me. I then told him that he should get back in his own bed, and I said that we should both be up early and get showers, or the smell of stale spunk might betray our secret. I opened the sky-light to let some fresh air into the cabin and let the sweet smell of spunk escape, and before I fell asleep, I slipped the bolt back so that if anyone tried the door, they would not find us locked in and get suspicious. I fell into a deep, peaceful sleep. At six o'clock my wristwatch alarm went off, and we both got up quickly, before the others were about, and had showers in the forward bathroom. We both used a little more deodorant than usual to make sure that any unusual smell in our cabin was drowned, and then we put the kettle on and began to rattle cups to wake the others and get them out of their pits. Just before people began to appear, Phil stepped close to me and had a gentle feel of my cock through my shorts, and he whispered that he was going to get some briefs as soon as he could get to a shop, and he asked if I would help him choose them. I just grinned my agreement, and he grinned back.