Date: Sun, 24 Jun 2001 16:32:21 +0100 From: Jimmy Brandon Subject: A Voyage of Discovery / Part 3 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 know some of you are waiting impatiently for part 3, so here it is. Enjoy. I appreciate all constructive suggestions but ignore all flames. Thank you for your interest. Chapter 4 -- New Briefs for Phil and I When Tom, Phil, Peter and I went out on deck to begin getting ready for our channel crossing, while Anita and Paul got breakfast ready, we found that there was virtually no wind at all. We went below again and checked the weather forecast on the weather fax, and found that the forecast had changed drastically overnight, and there was now only light breezes forecast for the whole day. We had a quick council of war, and we decided that we would still cross the channel, but instead of going to Alderney, we would go to Cherbourg, which was a little nearer. This would leave us with a pleasant sail the next day, wind permitting, to get to Alderney. We did very thorough engine checks since we were going to have to rely on the engine all the way, and we checked that the fuel tanks were almost full. We had the breakfast that Anita had cooked for us, and then, while Phil and Peter did the washing up, Tom and I got the engine running and cast off, heading for the harbour entrance. We ran down the coast past Portland Harbour and the end of Portland Bill, having gauged the time right to miss the tidal rip at The Bill. And we set the auto pilot to a course of SSE. For the moment we had little to do except keep a general eye out for any other boats which might cause a problem. I took the opportunity of taking Phil below to show him how we worked out the course that we had to steer to get to Cherbourg. Peter came down and joined us and I was surprised to find that he proved just as capable of grasping the concepts as his older brother. I had thought that at 12 he might be too young. When we came back on deck, we found that Tom had removed his shorts and was soaking up the sun wearing just his briefs, Anita was just wearing her panties, her boobs hanging free to the breeze and the sun, and Paul was stark naked. Neither Phil nor Peter seemed at all phased by this, and Peter proceeded to join his younger brother in complete nudity while Phil peeled off his shorts and tee shirt and tucked up his boxers so that the maximum amount of body was exposed. I decided to strip down to my slip as it was obvious that the family had no inhibitions as this. Phil casually commented that when we got to Cherbourg, he would get some briefs so that he could get a better tan, and Anita said that that was a good idea. I thought he had been quite acute there, and when nobody was looking, he looked at me, passed his hand over his crotch and winked at me. Later in the morning, as we approached the traffic separation zone of the channel, Tom asked me if I would go below and watch the radar while he stayed on deck to keep a sharp lookout. The separation Zone was like a motorway down the centre of the channel with the lane on the north side for westbound ships and the lane further south for eastbound. The ships travelled in these lanes at speeds often in excess of 20 knots. Yachts, when crossing the lanes, had to cross at right angles, and had to ensure that they didn't get into the path of any of the ships. When I went below, Phil came with me, and we both settled down in front of the radar, and I explained how the radar and the Global Positioning System, (GPS) were linked together and could show us instantly if any ship on the screen was on a collision course with us. Tom called down for me to give him a course to steer to cross at the right angle. He also told Anita, Peter and Paul to help him keep a sharp lookout. Phil put the kettle on and got the cups ready for coffee, and then joined me in front of the chart table. We were both very aware of the closeness of the other, and Phil sat with his leg touching mine, and this got us both a bit hard. Just enough to show a good bulge, but not enough to really tent out our underwear. Phil looked at his bulge which was disguised by the bagginess of his boxers, and quietly said that he would soon be wearing briefs like mine. I grinned and agreed that would make him much more alluring when we were able to appear as we were now. I was tempted to rely on everyone on deck being too busy watching the ships and take the opportunity of taking our nocturnal activities into the daylight, but I realised that this would be too risky, and had to make do with the touch of Phil's leg against mine. I was also aware that any distraction from the radar could be dangerous. When the kettle boiled, Phil made the coffee and took four cups on deck and brought his and mine to the chart table, and once again we sat together with our legs touching, each with a small wet spot of pre-cum on our underwear. When we had finished out coffee, Phil stuck his head out of the hatch and asked everyone to pass their mugs down, and we both went to the galley to wash up, and I decided to have a bit of a game with Phil which would result in our splashing each other and disguising the wet spots. I needn't have worried, because by the time we had crossed the traffic lanes, we had both dried out and when we went on deck to join the others we had nothing to worry about. The rest of the afternoon passed without any further development, and at about 4:00, having put some clothes on, we motored into the entrance to Cherbourg Harbour and found our way to the marina where we tied up to a pontoon under the direction of the marina staff. Once we had secured the boat, Phil asked if he and I could go and explore. I checked with Tom and he said it would be OK, so we both put our wallets in our pockets and set off towards the town. As soon as we were clear of the boat, Phil said that he wanted to find a shop where he could buy some briefs, and after about 15 minutes we found the main shopping area and made our way to a clothing store. We went in and found the department which dealt in men's underwear, and we began to browse. Phil pointed out that French underwear was more sexy than English, and they had quite a selection of very brief slips which looked as if they would scarcely cover the essentials. After some discussion, Phil chose one of the briefest styles and bought half a dozen pairs. He suggested that as they were sexier than mine, I should get some as well. As I quite liked the style, I bought myself a dozen pairs. Both of us had chosen sizes that were a little small for us so that we would show ourselves off to best advantage. I just hoped that Tom and Anita would not think we had gone too far. When we got back to the boat, Phil showed his mum and dad what he had bought, and to my surprise, they were both quite impressed, to the extent that Anita suggested that they should get some for Tom and the younger boys who both had standard English boys briefs which did nothing to for the wearers appearance and were more functional than stylish. It certainly seemed that this family were quite relaxed about such things, and Anita, Tom and the boys, following our directions, set off to find the shop. As soon as they had gone, we went below, stripped off all our clothes and tried on a pair of our new briefs. They were very tight fitting, and certainly showed off the shape of our genitals, leaving little to the imagination. What is more, neither of us had realised when we bought them that they were slightly transparent. You couldn't actually see through them, but you could see the shapes quite clearly through them. We both got hard as we admired each other. At first we were able to keep our partly swollen dicks encased in the briefs, but as they got fully hard, neither of us could keep them covered, and we both finished up with the tips of our cocks poking above the waist bands, each with a delicious drop of pre-cum nestling in the piss slit. At this point, we heard the others returning, and we both donned our shorts and shirts and met them as they came on board, having stowed our purchases quickly in our cabin. Peter and Paul were quite excited with their purchases and wanted to go and try them on. They both stripped off in front of us and tore open the packets and slipped into their briefs. They then proceeded to strut round the saloon and the cockpit as if they were fashion models, much to the amusement of the rest of us. When they thought they had shown off enough, they urged Phil to try his on. He slipped into our cabin, and shortly appeared with a different coloured pair to those he had been wearing earlier, and as he strutted around the saloon, I was very pleased to see that they showed off his cock and balls perfectly, and that nobody seemed at all perturbed at his showing off his sexuality. The boys then said that Tom and I should do our bit, and I slipped into the cabin forward while Tom went aft. When I took off my shorts, I had a damp patch on the ones I had on, so I slipped them off. Dried off the pre-cum from my cock with tissues, and slipped on another pair. Tom and I emerged at the same time, and everyone else admired our purchases. I was very relieved that things had turned out as they had, and that no one had any cause to suspect that Phil and I had ulterior motives in our purchases. If we had good weather for the rest of our trip, we were obviously going to see quite a lot of each other. When we had finished showing off out underwear, we all had a shower and got dressed. Phil and I filled the water tanks, something that you got into the habit of doing at every opportunity so that you were never caught without water. We then all went ashore together and found a restaurant for Dinner, returning to the boat at about 10 o'clock. Tom and Anita had bought some wine when they were ashore earlier, and we broke out a couple of bottles, and all of us, including the boys had a couple of glasses. It was obvious that the two younger boys felt quite grown up, drinking wine with the adults. We stayed up drinking until about midnight and then Phil said that he felt tired, and Tom looked at his watch and suggested that it was time to turn in. Phil and I went to our cabin, each visiting the bathroom to complete our ablutions, and were soon both lying on our bunks and with no consultation we both pulled our new briefs down to our knees to allow our cocks to stand free. Phil then opened a locker at the head of his bunk and pulled out a vee shaped wooden shelf, which he slotted into the space between the head end of the two bunks where they separated. He then pulled out a cushion which he fitted on top of the shelf so that the two bunks, which already joined at the bottom, were converted into a very spacious double berth. He then moved over so that he was lying close beside me. I decided that things were getting to a stage where I needed to make sure that we both understood the rules of the relationship which was developing between us. I said to Phil, "Before we start anything tonight, I want to make sure we know where we are going. What we have done the past few nights is totally illegal, and if I was found out, I would go to prison". Phil looked at me an said, "But you said it was quite normal for boys to play with each other". I explained, "For boys yes, but for an adult to do it with a boy is unacceptable in society and is considered to be child abuse. I have to ask you to give me a solemn promise that you will never tell anyone about what we get up to in private". Phil said, "I promise you I will never tell anyone. I would never want to get you into trouble in any way". I went on to say, "If we follow the pattern that has started to develop between us, it is quite likely that we will start to do things to each other. I suspect that the reason you have moved closer to me is because you have ideas in that direction already. Am I right"? Phil just nodded. I continued, "We have to agree that neither of us will do anything to the other unless the other has first agreed". Phil nodded again. "We also have to agree that if at any time we decide we don't like what is happening we can say so and the other will stop immediately". Phil looked at me and said, "That's OK with me". I continued, "We also have to be very careful in what we say and do where any of your family might see or hear us to avoid causing any suspicions". Phil nodded again. I then finished, "Well, having sorted that out, what do you ant to do now"? Phil asked, "Can I feel your cock please"? I nodded and Phil reached over and took my shaft in his hand. He felt his way to the top, and then pulled my foreskin back and studied the shining purple coloured glans at close quarters, gently running his finger round it and sending shivers through my body. He then moved his hand down and felt each of my quite large balls. He looked at me and asked if he would grow as big as me, and I told him that he might finish up bigger or smaller than me, but that size was not really important. What mattered was the pleasure you could coax from your sexual organs. Phil then asked if I wanted to feel him, and I told him, "I thought you would never ask". He grinned, and I began by running my fingers up and down the inside of his thighs. He shuddered and looked deep into my eyes, and then he began to do the same to me. I moved up to his scrotum and began to feel first his left ball and then his right. Although they were smaller than mine, they seemed very well developed for a boy of his age. He was obviously enjoying my attentions, and he grasped my cock by the head and began to slide my foreskin back and forth over the head, and I began to feel really turned on. I peeled back his foreskin and ran my finger over the piss slit and was rewarded with the wet, sticky feel of pre-cum. I began to run my finger up and down the tender underside of his cock-head and he pulled my foreskin back and began to copy my actions. By this time we both had pre-cum oozing out copiously, and I was able to cover his whole cock-head so that I could wrap my hand round and begin to rub it freely with a squishing sound of the juice lubricating my hand. Phil once again copied my actions on me. The feelings he was generating in me were far beyond those I ever got from wanking myself, and it seemed that I was having a similar effect on him since he was gasping for breath and grunting quietly as he worked on me. I sensed that I was getting near my climax and I felt my balls begin to pull up to my body. I took hold of his hand and stopped him from rubbing me, and he looked at me questioningly. I whispered that I was getting near, and I wanted to make it last. I had stopped rubbing him although I still had hold of him . He nodded and kept hold of me, but also stopped rubbing. While we held each other and allowed our climaxes to back off a bit, I looked into his eyes. He looked at me and our heads came closer together. I brushed my lips against his, half expecting him to pull away, but he didn't, he pushed his lips to mine and we kissed each other for the first time. I considered pushing my tongue into his mouth, but decided to take things slowly. After all, if all went well, we had plenty of time for our love to develop. I bagan to stroke him again and he also resumed stroking me. This time as our feelings increased, we both began to grip harder and rub faster. We both seemed very close to our climaxes, and I lay flat on my back ready for the eruption that I could sense was about to occur, and Phil did the same, but pressed his body close to mine. All of a sudden I felt his cock harden and twitch in my hand, and he began to shoot his load of boy juice over both of us. His first jet was still in the air as I began to unload my balls. We were both grunting and gasping. I seemed to carry on shooting for ever, but I guess it was about 8 spurts. Phil seemed to match me, shot for shot. By the time we had both finished shooting our loads, we were both covered with each others semen all over our torsos. We both lay panting as we recovered from what had been very powerful orgasms, and I thought to myself, if anyone opened the door at that point I would not be able to do anything to defend my position. As we lay there, we both slowly began to breathe more regularly. After a few minutes, Phil whispered hoarsely, "That was the most fantastic fucking experience I have ever had. How was it for you"? I told him that it was also the best I had ever had, and that I could not believe how he had aroused me and got me off. Phil rolled on top of me so that our juices were squishing between us, and as his cock nestled against mine I felt it begin to harden again. This made me respond and Phil began to hump me so that our cocks were rubbing against each other. I could not believe that I was beginning to tense up again. Phil kept up the humping and began to get faster and faster. Twice I had to warn him not to make too much noise, and after about three minutes, unbelievably I felt another orgasm approaching. Phil grunted in my ear that he was cumming again, and almost simultaneously, we both began to shoot more spunk between our bodies. When we had finished, Phil rolled off me and we both lay gasping for breath for about five minutes until we had both recovered our composure a little. I whispered, "I don't know what you are doing to me, but if anyone had told me that I could come twice in such a short space of time, and so powerfully, I would have laughed at them. That was fucking awesome. I placed my hand on Phil's groin, and found that it was completely coated with our spunk. Phil rubbed his fingers in the liquid on me, and then I saw him take his fingers to his mouth and lick them. He scooped up some more and once again licked his fingers clean, looked at me and grinned. He then asked me if I would do the same so that we could be spunk brothers, I scooped up some of the juice from his body, and when I licked it off my fingers, I was surprised at the salty/sweet taste, and found that I quite liked it. After a few minutes, I took some tissues and began to clean us up. I made a mental note to get a good supply of tissues in as it seemed likely we would need quite a lot. When we were both dry again, I kissed Phil on the lips and we hugged together for a bit. Phil whispered, "I love you Phil. Is that wrong"? I replied, "I don't know, but I love you as well, like I have never loved anyone before. I will never do anything to hurt you, but I hope you will let me make love to you many, many times". "You bet". Said Phil, "I'll rip your balls off if you don't help me to learn more things we can do together". I just kissed him again. After a few minutes, by mutual consent, Phil moved back to his side of the cabin and returned the cushion and shelf from between our bunks to the locker. We both lay holding hands across the gap as we dropped off to sleep, thoroughly exhausted from our efforts together. I slept an unbroken sleep until my shoulder being shaken by Phil woke me. When I opened my eyes, and Phil said, "You stink. You had better get a shower before anyone comes in and smells you. I looked at him and saw that he had already had his shower. I opened the hatch to the deck wide to let some fresh air into the cabin, and hopped out of bed, grabbed my towel and wrapped it round me, and headed into the shower as Peter and Paul began to stir. When I came out, Phil had the kettle on and was getting the tea ready for everyone. He pulled my towel from my waist as I passed him going to the cabin, and Peter spotted it and jokingly said, "You're a sex maniac". Later on he was to find out just how near the truth he was.