Date: Mon, 2 Sep 2013 23:33:59 +0100 From: Lamort DeLioncourt Subject: Bobby and I Bobby and I Chapter 3 It took Victor about 20 minutes to get us to the secluded cove he had picked for us to have lunch, and swim naked. He moored the boat about 10 yards off shore, to allow for the shallow beach. It wouldn't do to be stuck on a sand bar when the tide went out. We dropped the anchor. Bobby and I kicked off our boat shoes, removed our life vests, and climbed down the side ladder into the shallow water. Victor handed the lunch basket down to me and I passed it off to Bobby. Victor then handed me a second smaller basket, which I carried to shore following Bobby. Victor joined us in the water; he was carrying several blankets over his head. The water was warm, and was no deeper than mid-thigh. We quickly made shore. Victor picked a spot to set up our picnic lunch, and spread the blankets out. With lunch ready to serve, he asked if we wanted to eat naked too. I nodded my head yes, and started to slip the uncomfortable Speedo off. I had mine halfway off, and Bobby was already naked. The sun felt nice on our naked bodies, and our boy parts were certainly enjoying it. We went over to sit down on the blankets, and Victor had the food served on china plates. The marina had packed cold roast beef, and spinach salad. He had also opened the smaller basket, and removed a bottle of wine, which he opened. He looked at us and told us he was sorry, but the kitchen had only packed wine to drink with lunch. I told him it wasn't a problem, that at formal dinners our parents only served wine, which they also served to us. Victor handed us the plates, and we sat with them between our legs. Victor poured the wine and passed a glass to each of us. The marina had sent nice Bordeaux to go with the beef. We ate and drank, until the food and wine was gone. Victor opened the second bottle of wine and poured it for us. About half way through the bottle, I was feeling light headed, and Bobby said he was nearly drunk. Victor laughed at us and asked if it was okay with us if he took his too tight Speedo off too. I told him I was fine with it, and Bobby being a little drunk told him "Yeah, I want to see your cock". Victor laughed and pulled his Speedo off. His dick was nice looking, tightly circumcised. Using mine for comparison, I figured he was about 6inches. He was already half hard, and I saw that Bobby had popped a full boner just looking at him. I was starting to chub up too. Victor suggested we go for a swim, and we all ran to the water. The warm water felt nice splashing on us. We played around for a while, and then Bobby got up next to Victor and grabbed him. Victor didn't seem surprised, and didn't push Bobby's hand away. It was obvious that Bobby was jacking Victor off in the water. Victor let it go on for a couple of minutes then told Bobby to stop, that we could continue on the beach. We made our way out of the surf, and followed Victor to the blankets. Bobby spoke up saying we wanted to suck his dick and balls, and maybe kiss and cuddle a little. Victor wasn't even a little taken back by Bobby's forwardness. He asked if we had done things like this before and I nodded my head yes. He also asked if either of us had ever taken a dick up the ass. We both said no, but I told him I liked Bobby finger fucking me in the shower. He smiled, and said that maybe we would have some time for a little ass play. Just as we were getting comfortable, we heard the blare of a klaxon. We looked over to our boat, and saw a Coast Guard cruiser pulling along side. One of the sailors was standing on the bow with a bullhorn. He called out to us asking if we were having any difficulties. Victor told us to stay sitting, and he did too. The shade of the trees made it difficult to see we were naked. He waved at the sailor and told him we had just dropped anchor to eat our lunch. The sailor waved back and reminded us that low tide would be in about three hours. Bobby was laughing and rolling on the blanket. He found the whole encounter amusing. I did too. With the departure of the cruiser, our thoughts returned to sex. Bobby crawled over to Victor, aligning himself with Victor's cock. He wasted no time getting a hold of it, and pumping it back to full hardness. I crawled over to Victor and turned his face to me so I could kiss him. He knew what I wanted and pulled my head to his lips. After about 15 seconds, I had my tongue sliding between his lips. When he opened his mouth, I drove my tongue all the way in. As I pulled my tongue back, he followed it with his own, gliding into my mouth. I latched on to it, and began sucking it like a cock. I figured that since Bobby had liked it, Victor probably would too. I reached for Victor's cock, to stroke it in rhythm to the tongue sucking, and my hand found only the back of Bobby's head. He had wasted no time getting Victor in his mouth. From the slurping sounds, it sounded like there was some serious sucking going on. I broke the kiss, and slid my mouth down to Victor's nipples. They were hard and pointy. I used my tongue to play with both of them before sucking each in turn. Bobby's blowjob must have been good, as Victor was soon grunting, moaning, and writhing around on the blanket. I was going to attack his navel, but Bobby's head was in the way, blocking access to his navel. I sat up and watched Bobby as he sucked Victor's cock. He was taking all of the pulsing cock into his mouth, burying his nose in Victor's pubic hair with each downward thrust. Victor finally grabbed Bobby by his ears, and started a rough mouth fucking. It was only a few thrusts before I heard his sharp intake of breath, followed by the yell of, "I'm cumming! Eat my hot cum." With his hips thrusting upward, I could tell from the pulsing that cum was flooding Bobby's mouth. I could see him swallowing, but Victor was just pumping too much cum out. Some was escaping Bobby's lips and dripping down his chin onto his chest. Victor finally relaxed his hips and laid flat on his back on the blanket. He pulled Bobby's head down with him, unwilling to allow his cock to slip out of Bobby's hot mouth. After a few minutes, Victor's cock softened, and he gently pulled it from Bobby's mouth. Once again, he grabbed Bobby's head and pulled him up to his face. Victor proceeded to lick his cum off Bobby's lips, face, and chest. When he had him cleaned up, he kissed him deeply. When the kiss was broken, Victor said, "That was the best blowjob I have ever had. Your mouth felt so amazing sucking on my cock." Bobby blushed, and smiled at the compliment just paid to him. He looked at Victor and said, "I just loved the taste of your cum in my mouth, and I was surprised at the amount of cum you could shoot out all at once." Victor told us that he always was a big cum shooter. Victor sat up and announced that we still need blowjobs, but that time was running out on the tide. He said, "Boys, have you ever 69ed?" We looked clueless at him. He told Bobby to get on the blanket on his back. Then he told me to kneel over Bobby's dick. Once I had done it, he told me to swing my body around, so my dick was in front of Bobby's mouth. At this point, he told me to take Bobby into my mouth and then lower my hips so my dick could slip into Bobby's mouth. We did as he told us, and through it seemed awkward; we managed to start sucking each other. I found that being on top allowed me to control the depth of my thrusts into Bobby's mouth, as well as how far Bobby's cock went into my mouth. After some practice, I was able to develop a rhythm that stroked both our dicks at the same pace. It wasn't long, before Bobby's cum was spraying the inside of my mouth, which provided enough incentive to start me shooting boy cum into his mouth. We both managed to swallow all of each other's cum, without losing any. I swung my body around, so Bobby and I were face to face. I planted a deep kiss on his lips, and pushed my tongue against his lips. When he let me in, I tasted my own cum in his mouth. All I could think was that Bobby and I had just had a great learning adventure thanks to Victor, and I knew this was something I wanted to do again. Victor suggested we go swimming again, to wash off the crusty cum. We would have to be leaving soon. We understood he didn't want to end up grounded on the sand bar. We asked him if we could just go ahead and leave, and have him pull us on water skis naked, down the Sound. He said he thought that might be a bit risky, and we didn't want anyone seeing us waterskiing naked. We didn't stop hounding him, and finally he agreed. He told us we would only be able to do it for a short distance, and the minute he spotted another boat, we would cut the engines, and we were to get into the water. We agreed to his conditions. We helped pack up the remnants of our lunch, and packed everything back into the baskets. Victor had us help shake the sand off the blankets and fold them up. When we got back on board, Victor had us put on our boat shoes, so no one would slip and fall. We thought we looked funny wearing only a pair of shoes. It only took us a few minutes to get everything stowed away. With everything put away, we put our life vests on, and Victor went up to the bridge and put on his canvas boat pants and his vest. Bobby and I went down to the swim platform to make sure nothing had been stowed on it, and We also checked to make sure the hydraulics worked to raise and lower it. The pre-launch checklist was completed, and before Victor started the engines, he made sure we were clear of the platform. We watched as Victor raised the anchor. In moments, we were underway, Victor slowly backing us away from the sand bar. Once clear, he applied power, and we headed off down the Sound. We went a short distance and Victor cut the engines. He told us to get the skis. They were stored in waterproof boxes attached to either side of the platform. We got them to the swim platform, and Victor had the tow lines attached and ready to go. He reminded us again that if he spotted any boats in our area, he would cut the engines, and we were to drop into the water immediately. We got the skis wet, and slid our feet into the bindings. Victor adjusted them for us and we sat down. He lowered the swim platform and we got into the water and into position. He went back up to the bridge, and started the engines after checking to make sure we were a safe distance. He hollered out, asking if we were ready. Bobby and I both gave him thumbs up and he slowly applied power to the engines. I know that Bobby and I looked quite a sight, sitting naked on skis, with bright orange life vests. After a short distance, he looked back again and we repeated the thumbs up. As Victor applied more power, the towropes pulled Bobby and me to an upright position. The wind started slapping our dicks around, and as we crossed the wakes, water sprayed up against our dicks and balls. Sometimes it felt great and other times it hit hard enough to hurt. In any case, Bobby and I were skiing with full hard-ons. We went quite a distance before Victor made a slow wide turn to go back in the direction we had just come from. As he completed the turn, we saw the reason for the turn. The Coast Guard cruiser was coming towards us. When Victor realised that he was giving the Coast Guard a full butt view, of two young boys, he cut the power and we dropped down into the water. The cruiser pulled up along side, and the same sailor from earlier, told Victor that it was quite a nice show, but that he had better get sunscreen on those asses and erections before they burned. I think Victor was surprised that he had seen our dicks. That was until Victor saw the gigantic binoculars the sailor was holding. Since the sailor had already had a good look at our boy parts, Victor just had us sit on the platform and take off our skis. We pulled them on board along with the towropes. Victor told us to get up on deck and get dressed. We made sure to flaunt our dicks and asses for the sailor. This time he didn't need binoculars to look at us. Victor told him the show was over, that it was time to head back to the marina. With that, the cruiser slowly pulled away from us before applying full power and speeding off down the Sound. The sailor gave us two thumbs up as they left. We took off our cold wet vests and left them on the deck. Victor came down from the bridge bringing us towels that had warmed in the sun. We dried off, and put on warm vests. We told Victor we weren't ready to put clothes on, and he was okay with that, but insisted we get our boat shoes on. Victor went up and restarted the engines, and as he applied full power to the engines, we reached cruising speed of 25 knots in just a couple of minutes. While heading back to the marina, we caught our last few minutes of naked sunbathing. We stood at the bow, and held on to the railing while the wind slapped us around. As we approached the marina, Victor had us get our boat bags and get our canvas pants on. We were returning looking innocent, no one would have guessed what kind of day we had. Victor radioed the marina as we approached, and as we pulled in, the dock crew was waiting for us. They tethered us and pulled us in against the dock, attached the off load ramp, and helped us debark the boat. I asked Victor if we needed to put away the skis and return the baskets to the kitchen. He shook his head and told me the cleaning crew would take care of it. I didn't realise at the time that my parents paid a premium for these services. The car had been brought around for us, and we off loaded our personal boat bags. Victor went to check in at the marina office, while Bobby and I waited for him. Bobby was complaining that he kept getting erections, but when his dick rubbed against the rough canvas pants, it hurt. I laughed at him and told him we would change as soon as we got home. Victor brought out a clipboard with some papers on it, and asked Bobby to sign them. Bobby asked what they were, and Victor told him they were the invoices the marina used to bill his Dad. Bobby laughed and asked him if his Dad had to pay for blowjobs and nude water skiing. Victor told him no, and reminded him that if anyone heard us talking about what they had done, he would be fired. We climbed into the car and Victor whisked us home in record time. We asked him if he wanted to come in for some more fun, and he told us he had to get back to the marina and set up another boat for a dinner cruise later in the evening. Victor went out to the car, and we waved as he pulled away. Bobby asked me if I wanted to shower and get the salt off our skin, and I told him absolutely. We went downstairs with our boat bags and shoes, and dropped them off so Mrs. Hardy could wash and repack them, then we headed upstairs. As we got into the bathroom, Bobby stripped off his canvas pants in a split second, and I saw why the pants rubbing on him hurt. His dick and ball sack were fire red. He had been sunburned on this boy parts. He turned around and I saw that his butt had also burned. When I got out of my pants, Bobby pointed and laughed at me, telling me my boy parts were sunburned too. I turned around and he told me my butt too had burned. We climbed into the shower and washed off with cool water trying to take the sting out of the sunburn. We were going to try fooling around in the shower, but the sunburns were painful and it was nearly time for Bobby's parents to get home. We gently patted dry, and went to Bobby's room to get dressed. We went downstairs to watch television until Bobby's parents got home. We hadn't been downstairs less than half an hour when we heard Bobby's parents coming in. Three smaller children, happily hollering at each other, followed them. Bobby's Mom sent them in to the family room to see us. The first thing they did was to jump up on Bobby's lap and proceed to tell him all about their stay with their grandparents. Bobby was obvious in great pain, but he didn't say anything. He slipped out from under them and stood by the sofa to hug them. They spotted me sitting on the sofa and made a beeline to me. They didn't jump on me, but the smallest one managed to step on my boy parts, causing some serious pain. In a few minutes with all the hellos said, the boys took their luggage down to the laundry room for Mrs. Hardy to take care of. It was obvious to me that for a couple of days, we would be keeping watch on our boy parts very closely. Since the boys loved to jump up on us while we were on the sofa, I was trying to think of ways to avoid contact with them and our sunburns. Bobby suggested that I call my Mom and ask to stay the night. He figured Tony would probably come home drunk again. I did and Mom was fine with me staying. This is an original work of homoerotic non-fiction. © 2013 Lamort DeLioncourt If you enjoy reading Nifty stories, please consider donating: https://donate.nifty.org/