Date: Sun, 22 Jul 2001 17:57:31 +0100 From: Jimmy Brandon Subject: A Voyage of Discovery - Part 7 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. This story is my first attempt at writing a story and publishing it in any form. I have been overjoyed at the number of e-mails I have received, so far all complimentary. It gives me great satisfaction to know that I am giving pleasure to so many people. If you enjoy the story, or if you don't, please let me know by e-mailing jabran36@hotmail.com. Provided your mail isn't abusive I will reply to it. All flames, however, are ignored Copyright Jimmy Brandon 2001 All rights reserved Chapter 8 -- Internal Exploration In the morning, I woke to find Phil lying on his bunk with no covers over him, and still asleep. There was no sign of Peter, but I could hear sounds from the bathroom next door. I lay studying Phil, and as I watched, he started to pop a boner, which probably meant he was waking up. Sure enough, about a minute later, he opened his eyes, looked around blearily, and then his gaze fell on his tented slip. He looked at me, grinned, and pulled his slip down so that he could scratch his balls. At that point, we heard Peter coming out of the bathroom, and Phil quickly pulled his slip up. Peter came in still drying his hair. He shut the door and when he saw Phil's erection, he looked at me and said, "I think he is disgusting. He's sex mad and he stinks. And he said I was the one that smelled". We all laughed at that, and Phil and I watched while Peter finished drying himself and pulled on a clean slip and his shorts. He then disappeared to put the kettle on. I jumped off my bunk, grabbed my towel and went to have my shower. When I came out, Peter had a cup of tea waiting for me, Phil had tidied the cabin and was waiting to have his shower, Paul was sitting at the table with his cup of tea, and I could see Tom and Anita sitting up in bed with theirs. When I had finished my tea, I said I was going to go to the bakers and get some fresh rolls and croissants, and Peter asked if he could come with me. Tom called out, "You've got a friend for life there, letting him escape from Paul's snoring. I hope he wasn't any bother last night". I said, "Nothing we couldn't cope with between us. Just don't take too much notice of the bruises". Peter laughed and punched me playfully on the arm, and bounded up on deck. As we walked up the street, Peter said, "Thanks Bas, last night was fantastic. Do we get to do things like that every night? I hope so". I said, "We'll have to see how things go, but we should certainly be able to manage it most nights, but only if you and Phil want to". Peter said, "You try and stop us. I love you Bas". I told him that I loved him as well, and we walked up to the bakers, me with my arm round his shoulders, and him with his arm round my waist. When we got back to the boat with the warm rolls and croissants, Tony and Anita were up, and Tony and Phil were getting the breakfast prepared. Once everything was ready, we took it all into the cockpit and sat in the sun enjoying a very leisurely start to the day. Tony said that he and Anita had discussed hiring a car for the day to explore the island, and to visit some of the coves and beaches, and they asked who was interested. Phil said to me, "You were going to show me how to do a passage plan. Could we do that today instead of going in a stuffy car"? Peter chipped in and said that he would like to learn how to do that too, if that was OK, and I said that was fine by me. Tony said to Paul, "What about you then mate"? Paul replied, "I don't want to spend my holiday as if I was at school, I'll come with you and mum". Tom looked at me and asked if I was sure I didn't mind spending my day looking after the boys, and when I said that I would quite enjoy it, he said, "You'll have to teach me your trick. You've got both those boys eating out of your hand, doing anything you ask. They are even showering and keeping the cabin clean and tidy without being chased. I don't know how you do it". I replied, "It isn't any of my doing. They seem to be doing it of their own accord". I thought, "If only you knew the truth, you'd have me off the boat in no time flat". After we had finished breakfast, Phil said that he and Peter would clean up, and that the three of them could get off and enjoy their day. Tom looked at me and grinned, and said, "You see what I mean? They would never volunteer like that at home". After about half an hour, the three of them had left, and Phil asked what we were going to do. I said, "First off, you are going to work out a passage plan to get us from here to St Peter Port tomorrow, and then on to St Malo two days after that, so that we can show your parents that we have done what we said. Once that is done, we can think about the rest of the day, if there is any time left". We got the charts out, and I showed the boys how to work out the route they wanted to follow, and then work out the tides, so that they could estimate the best time to leave, and how long the passage would take. I then left them to work out the details for each passage, while I got my laptop out and had a good look at the photographs Peter and I had taken. I selected about 50 of the best, and I created a PowerPoint presentation of them, setting it up so that the pictures automatically changed every 5 seconds. When they had finished working out the passage plans, I checked them over and found that they had done pretty well. I showed them that if they delayed the departure from Bray for St Peter Port by and hour, the passage time would be reduced by about 40 minutes, thus the hours delay in departure would get us to our destination only 20 minutes later than they had calculated. Other than that, they had done as good a job as I could have done, and I congratulated them. I had been watching them at work while I worked on the pictures, and I had been pleased to see that Peter had contributed just as much as Phil, and that on a couple of occasions, he had pointed out mistakes Phil had made. I was also pleased to see that they seemed naturally to work well together something not all that usual with two brothers of their ages. When they had tidied away all the charts and navigation kit, I showed them the presentation I had put together. They were over the moon about the pictures. And it really tickled them to be able to sit back and see the pictures coming up, one after the other. Phil said, "They are much better than the pictures I have seen on the Internet. Could we post some of them on a site"? I asked, "Do you really want your friends to see your face on a porn site on the Internet"? He blushed a bit and said, "Perhaps it's not such a good idea after all". By the time we had finished looking at the pictures, we were all pretty horny, and the boys had their shorts and slips below they knees while they fondled themselves. O told them to put them away and wait until we had had some lunch, and they pulled their clothes up, but from the way their shorts stuck out, I knew they were both still hard. We decided to have lunch on the boat, and Phil and I produced a ham and egg salad with boiled new potatoes for the first course, while Peter made a fresh fruit salad with cream for the second course. Peter also produced a tall glass of iced, freshly squeezed orange for each of us. I was really impressed with the way these lads could prepare food, and I told them so. Phil said, "Mum always encourages us to help her in the kitchen. Peter, Paul and I often cook for the family at home. We really enjoy it". After lunch, we washed up and put everything away, and I asked what they wanted to do in the afternoon. Peter asked if we could have some fun in the cabin, and Phil said, "Yes. I haven't had the chance to take pictures of you two doing things to each other yet". I asked Peter what he wanted to do, and he said he wanted Phil to take pictures of us with his cock in my foreskin. We all went to the cabin, and Phil got the camera ready. Peter and I lay next to each other fully dressed, and Peter put his hand on my cock and began to rub it through my shorts. I lay and watched him for a bit, and then he slipped his hand up the leg of my shorts and slid my cock out from its protection. I then had an idea, and I told him to stop and take his slip off and replace his shorts. When he had done so, we lay alongside each other again, and I got him to stick his right knee in the air and angled away from us, and I arranged his shorts so that his cock was clearly visible inside his shorts. I then told Peter to carry on, but not move his leg. Phil moved round so that he could get shots of Peter playing with my cock while his was quite clearly visible in the picture as well. Peter then told me to sit up while we removed each other's tops, and then he lay me down, undid my shorts and slid them off my legs. I took hold of his cock through the opening of his shorts and gave it a few wanks, and then I removed his shorts, leaving him stark naked, and he removed my slip. Phil was busy with the camera all the time. Peter then sat astride the top of my legs so that his cock and mine were pointing at each other. He took my cock and experimented with pulling the foreskin back and then over the glans again, and then he pulled it out sideways, as if he was thinking something out. Next he tried putting the tip of his cock against the tip of mine and pulling my foreskin over his cock, but it would not stretch far enough. He then pulled the skin out again, and slid his head into the gap beside mine, as we had done the previous time. He experimented with rubbing it like that but found he was in the wrong position, so he pulled out and lay down beside me, positioning himself so that he could again slip his smaller cock-head into my foreskin, and then he began to rub it back and forth, getting me to put my hand over his. By this time, I was getting quite turned on, and I could feel that I wasn't far from my orgasm, but judging from the way peter was grunting and groaning, neither was he. He speeded up the pace of our rubbing and began to say, "Yeah, Yeah, Yessssssssss! I'm gonna shoot. I'm gonna fill your skin with spuuuuuunkkkkkkkk. Heeeeeeere ittttttt coooommmmmeeeeessssss NOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW"!!!! And he began to shoot into the space round my foreskin so that his spunk began to pump out over my very tender cock-head. This was just too much for me and I began to shoot wad after wad of hot cum all over him and me until neither of us could shoot any more. We lay side by side, sweating freely, and gasping for breath, both covered with the product of our orgasms. Phil was still clicking the camera. After a couple of minutes, Peter rolled on top of me and rolled from side to side spreading the warm, sticky mess all over us. I sat him up, pulled him up my body until his cock was just in front of my mouth, and began to lick him clean. I lay him down and finished the job, and then he lay me down and licked all the remaining spunk from me. We then both went to the bathroom together, got in the shower, and Soaped each other up, paying particular attention to the parts the world did not usually see, and all the time, Phil was still clicking away with the camera. When we came out of the shower and got dried, we checked the camera and found that Phil had taken 53 pictures. We transferred them all to the laptop and added about half of them to the presentation, and then sat and watched it through from start to finish. By the time we had finished, it was gone 4 o'clock, and we put the laptop and camera away, tidied the cabin, got dressed and after making sure that there was plenty of fresh air to dispel any smell of our sex, we all decided to walk along the shore to the Roque Tourgis Fort. When we got there we found Anita, Tom and Paul also having a look round, and when we had seen all we wanted to, the three boys said they would walk back, and I, still feeling worn out from our sexual activity earlier, rode back with Tom and Anita. Anita asked if the boys had behaved themselves OK, and I assured her that they had been models of good behaviour. Tom warned me not to expect it to be like that always, but added that he was really pleased to see the way they were all getting on with me. He again warned me not to let them monopolise my time, and I decided that I would have to spend some time with the adults if I was not to arouse suspicions. By the time we had returned the car and strolled back to the boat, the boys were back and had the kettle on. As we stepped aboard, Peter told us to sit in the cockpit, and Paul passed up three mugs of steaming tea. Although the weather was very hot, I knew that I would find the tea refreshing, and was very pleased. Anita was suspicious and said, "What are you boys after. It's not like you to wait on us. It's usually you that expect to be waited on". Peter said that instead of going to the same place for dinner we had been to the past two evenings, it would be nice to have a barbeque. Tom said that was a great idea, but we would need some burgers and sausages, and ribs. Phil said he would go to the butchers and get them, and asked who was coming with him, looking in my direction. Peter and Paul volunteered, and I said I would help Tom get the kit set up. Phil looked daggers at me, but I ignored him, determining to mention the reason later on. Tom had a contraption that you rigged on the safety rails of the boat, so that it was suspended over the side. It was gas fired, and we lit the gas so that the imitation charcoal began to get hot and glow. By the time we had got it ready, the boys were back with the meat, and Anita was busy preparing bread and salad down in the galley. Phil and Peter volunteered to cook the meat, and Paul went down to help his mum. This left Tom and I with nothing to do but pop a can of beer, and sit back and watch everyone else working. After we had finished our beer, Tom and I went to the fridge and got out some wine, and by the time we had got it ready, the food was ready as well, and we all sat in the cockpit, enjoying what turned out to be a very well cooked selection of meat with salad and new potatoes. The boys had surprised me yet again. I had expected meat charred on the outside and raw on the inside, but they had cooked it to perfection. When I commented on it, Phil said, "Dad taught us how to cook on a barbeque. We really enjoy doing it. We often have impromptu barbies at home, and Peter, Paul and I usually do the cooking. Dad doesn't like getting the smoke in his eyes". After the meal, we sat chatting and playing cards with the boys until it was quite dark. The company was really relaxing. The conversation wide ranging, and the boys joined in, showing quite an unexpected knowledge on most of the subjects. Yet again, I marvelled at the well balanced way that Tom and Anita had brought up their boys. Even Paul was able to put forward quite a good argument for voting for the Liberal Democrats in the forthcoming election, even if his brothers booed him. It was past eleven when we cleared all the debris away and Tom and I washed up. I knew we were going to pay for sitting watching the others earlier. By the time everything was squared away, it was 11:30, and we all drifted off to our cabins. Phil, Peter and I each had a quick wash, and we stripped down to our slips, and lay on top of our bunks with the door ajar so that we could hear when all was quiet. This didn't take very long. Soon we heard Paul snoring quietly, and the sounds of quiet talk from the aft cabin ceased. We shut the door and slid the privacy bolt home to ensure we were not disturbed, and all three of us slid our slips off. I was still soft, Peter was semi-hard and rising, and Phil was close behind him. Before we started anything I explained to them both that I was worried that if I spent too much time with them, and didn't spend time with their parents, Tom and Anita might start wondering why. I told them that I had decided I had to spend some time with the adults, but told them not to think I was losing interest in them. On the contrary, and time spent away from them was as much of a disappointment to me as I hoped it was to them. Phil grasped the point immediately, and when Peter saw that Phil thought it was sensible, he said he understood as well, but he hoped it wouldn't stop us having our fun together. I asked what they wanted to do, and Peter said he wanted to have a blow job. I suggested that we try a circle suck. Both boys asked what I meant, so I explained that I would suck Peter, while he sucked Phil, while he sucked me. We arranged ourselves on the bunk, and I began to run my hands up and down Peter's legs very lightly. Both boys were watching me and took their lead from what I did. I was basing my actions on a story I had read in The Nifty Archive some months ago when I had come across it while surfing. I moved down to Peter's feet, and began sucking his toes. Both boys copied my actions, although I must say that they looked a little apprehensive at first. I then licked all over the insteps and began to trace my way up the inside of Peter's legs and thighs. I could tell I was getting him worked up because when I looked, his cock was rock hard and twitching in time with his heartbeat. As I began to get nearer to his crotch, Phil was making similar progress on me, and I could feel myself reacting, and when I looked down, pre-cum was dripping from my piss-slit. I now got to Peter's ball sack. First I brushed it with my nose and took in his musky boy smell, and then I licked round it and nipped the skin in my teeth gently. While I was doing this, I began to explore the area behind his balls with my index finger. I first traced the hollow where the cheeks met, and then began to probe a little deeper. I think Peter was a bit surprised by this because he grunted and squeezed his cheeks together at first, but then, after a bit, he relaxed, and when I probed further he didn't make any further obstruction. I think he must have started to do the same to Phil, because shortly after I felt Phil's finger begin to probe me. I now began to lick the base of Peter's cock and up the side of it, at the same time pushing deeper into the cleft with my finger. As I got to the top of his dick, I also touched his little rosebud opening, and once again he groaned and clenched his buttocks on my finger. I paused in my finger action, but engulfed his cock-head in my mouth and began to run my tongue round the tender ridge. He then relaxed his clenched bum, and I felt a definite push against my finger. I tried to pop the tip of my finger in, but there was too much resistance. I withdrew my finger, took my mouth off Peter's cock and stuck my finger in my mouth and liberally coated it with spittle. I then returned my mouth to Peter's prick, and my finger to the gateway to his inside. Again I felt him push down on my finger, and this time it slipped in to the first knuckle. I then met the resistance of his sphincter, and I began to gently push and explore the cavity I had found my way into, while at the same time beginning to engulf the whole of Peter's cock in my mouth. He began to fuck my mouth, and the action popped my finger in through the ring of muscle. I felt delightfully hot and moist in there, and as I began to explore, I felt Phil pushing at my hole and engulfing my cock in his mouth. I pushed further into Peter, and after feeling my way round a bit, I found what I realised was the mound of his prostate. I began to run the tip of my finger over it. Peter grunted and his whole body shuddered, and he began to unload his balls into my mouth in several powerful jets. As if in an action replay, Phil began to explore the inside of my arse. I can only think that he was copying what his brother was doing to him. He also found my prostate, and at the first touch, I began to shoot into his mouth, and from his actions, I believed he was doing the same to Peter. We were all three groaning and convulsing for about the best part of a minute. I think I shot the most I had done so since my boyhood. We all lay there with our mouths full of cock, and our arses full of finger while we came down off our climaxes. After a few minutes, we all began to recover our breath. We released the cock of the partner we were sucking, and removed our fingers from their arses. Phil sighed and said, "I assume you started that finger action Bas. I don't know what Peter touched in there, but it made me feel as if I had had a terrific electric shock, and I began to shoot my load". Peter said, "Yes, it was the same for me. I wondered what Bas was doing when he first started to poke at my hole, and I didn't know if I really wanted him in there. But I am really glad I let him in. It felt fucking fabulous. We all kissed each other, getting the taste of each other's cum in our mouths, but when I asked if anyone wanted the tee shirt, it seemed that everything had been swallowed, and there was no mess to clean up. Once we had fully recovered, I said we should settle down. Peter climbed into his bunk, planting his foot in my crutch, on purpose I am sure, in the process. Phil stowed away the shelf and the cushion, and I slipped the bolt off. We all slipped on our slips, and in very short order, Phil and Peter were breathing slowly and steadily in sleep. We had found yet another way to excite each other. I lay wondering what we could do next. I was not sure if I wanted to start bum- fucking these two lovely boys or not. And with that thought I also fell into a deep sleep. If you liked this part of the story and the parts leading up to it, please send me some encouragement and let me know your comments. When you spend time trying to write a story, you like to know that it is appreciated. E-mail me at jabran36@hotmail.com All reasonable mails will be replied to. All flames are ignored Copyright Jimmy Brandon 2001. All rights reserved You may not copy or publish this story in any way whatever without first getting the permission of the author.