From agate!howland.reston.ans.net!news.sprintlink.net!EU.net!news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi Tue Sep 26 18:07:36 1995 Message-ID: <154334Z23091995@anon.penet.fi> Path: agate!howland.reston.ans.net!news.sprintlink.net!EU.net!news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an332657@anon.penet.fi (Ld Guitarist) X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous forwarding service Reply-To: an332657@anon.penet.fi Date: Sat, 23 Sep 1995 15:34:41 UTC Subject: Lazy Sail Voyage (boy/boy) Lines: 172 Disclaimer: This story contains descriptions of sexual acts involving minor boys. If this type of material is illegal in your area, or if you are under 18, please stop reading now and delete this file from your computer. If you are not interested in stories involving sex with young boys, stop reading now. Few things are sillier than supposedly sensible adults reading material they find offensive after they have been warned in advance about its content, and then flaming the writer. "Lazy Sail Voyage" is just a fragment at the moment. I first wrote it in 1993 and haven't looked at it since; I'm just posting it because there hasn't been much boylove fiction here for a while. If anyone wants to continue this story, please go ahead! Comments, suggestions, ideas, etc. are always welcome; flames will be ignored. Let me hear from you! My address is an332657@anon.penet.fi. Lazy Sail Voyage John and the two boys were sailing. It was summer, bright and sunny in the early afternoon, and they were heading north in the Strait of Georgia towards Quadra Island, and the nearest other boat was over a mile away. Their boat, the Odd Steven, was a forty-foot sailing yacht with motor John had bought and restored ten years before. Its accommodations were comfortable and it was well stocked, and John was out to teach the boys, Ethan and Kelly, both twelve, the fine points of seamanship. Ethan was a dark-haired boy of Polynesian and Greek descent, olive skinned and black-eyed, wonderfully beautiful. Kelly was very blond, almost white-haired, and blue-eyed: his parents were Scandanavian. Over the summer he had become tanned a delicious golden brown, and he, too, was almost superhumanly beautiful. Because the weather was warm, he was clad only in the skimpiest of radical-cut bikini briefs, a mere wisp of thin, stretchy red cloth that clung to his young skin with youthful erotic exuberance. Ethan was from the South Seas, and had none of the North American inhibitions, and he wore nothing but a really ridiculously tiny blue loincloth, just enough fabric to barely cover his genitals, with a thong-back that wedged up between his taut young naked buttocks. He was standing on the gunwale near the bow of the boat, hanging on to the hiking strap and facing out to sea. One leg was straight, one bent slightly, his body bent forward at the hips, his back arched and his arms overhead: a winning pose with his hips jauntily canted over to the side and his buttocks jutting hard, smooth and bare. A wistful smile graced his lips as the wind stirred his long black hair. Kelly gazed up at him from where he lay basking on the deck. The smooth skin of his young boy's chest glistened in the sun, shining with the oil he had spread over it. From where he lay he saw Ethan's back, buttocks, legs, all innocently sensual and naked, gentle and ripe as the warm sun and the salt air. Kelly's young penis began to stiffen as he contemplated Ethan's beautiful body. Absently he passed a hand down the front of his tight red briefs to free his struggling cock from the binding of the fabric, and his cock swelled, pressing the briefs, stretching them out strongly and proudly, all eager and attentive as a cat at a mouse-hole. John had a view of all this. From where he stood at the wheel on the top deck he looked down at the two luscious young boys, at Ethan, unconscious of his beauty and of his erotic pose, simply at peace with the sea and the sky and aware, probably, only of the warmth that surrounded him, and at Kelly, on his back on the deck, increasingly excited though half-asleep, dreaming of Ethan's nubile, almost-naked body. Here was a view rich in potential, innocent yet almost carnal, and John's own penis grew and stiffened in his swim-trunks in anticipation. Kelly stood up, at last unable to ignore his lust. He was standing behind Ethan and the darker boy had not noticed him. Kelly stretched his youthful body, flexing his hard, budding muscles, inflating his gorgeous chest. He tugged and adjusted his little, skimpy swim-briefs, rolling them up in back so they wedged between his small, hard buttocks and became like a G-string, like the little loincloth Ethan was wearing. His cock was fully erect, straining to burst from his briefs. Now Kelly stepped up beside Ethan, grabbed the trapeze himself, and adopted the same pose. He draped one arm around young Ethan's upper body, looked at him, and smiled. Ethan turned his head to look at Kelly. Wordlessly he let his eyes linger on the blond boy's beautiful face, then slowly moved them down to Kelly's boyishly narrow shoulders, to his bare, gleaming chest, flat belly, and at last to his raging, tumescent cock. "Hi, Kel," he said softly. "Hi, Ethan." Kelly took a breath, wriggling his hips a little to set his tight briefs a little more comfortably. His bulging big cock, huge for a youngster his age, stretched the front of his tiny briefs away from his flat, youthfully-muscled lower belly, and so left a wide gap into which Ethan could, and did, stare. "Now that's a hard-on," Ethan said, and smiled. His own boyish penis began to perk up, straining against the confines of his G-string. He stood straight now, hauling his weight up by the trapeze, his bare muscles flexing sensuously as he did so. Turning to face Kelly he stretched his limber physique, glorying in his near-nakedness, arms and legs flung wide, bare buttocks tightly clenched, back arched and big swelling cock powering straight out towards Kelly. The blond boy straightened as well, stretched, arched back, and let the tip of his protruding penis touch Ethan's through the light, stretchy, sweat-wet fabric of their swimbriefs. Both boys felt the touch like an electric charge, and their cocks tensed and throbbed excitedly, leaping and relaxing, confined in the briefs. Their bodies felt electrified, glowing in their nearly-naked youth, slim, ripe, beautiful. They came together, slowly, gazing into each other's eyes as they stepped towards each other. Kelly planted his left leg between Ethan's legs, his upper thigh grazing the other boy's straining cock, and so straddled Ethan's left leg in like manner. Like the pages of a book their bodies came together from the crotch, folding towards each other in their vibrant heat. Their flat bellies, lean, brown and warm, fused skin to bare, oiled skin, their beautiful brown chests touched as they embraced. Kelly laid his head on Ethan's shoulder, relaxing as they breathed together, and ran his hands down Ethan's naked back, down to his taut little buttocks, all bare and tanned and sensuously flexing as the two boys wriggled together, closer, trying to become one. Ethan's hands were curious as well, and they were drawn to the oiled heat of Kelly's bronze skin. Ethan could feel the other boy's muscles, taut and trembling with excitement, flexing like hard bands of strength under naked, gleaming hot skin. Ethan writhed, his boyish buttocks puckering as he drove his hips forward, grinding his swollen hard cock into Kelly's. "I'm so horny," he whispered. "Me too," Kelly answered. "Let me look at you." He took Ethan's muscled shoulders in his hands and gently pushed the darker boy away so that he could gaze upon that perfect, sculpted physique. Ethan swelled his chest, posing for Kelly. He was proud of the stunning beauty of his body, his lean, sinewy grace, and he worked out with weights regularly to enhance his youthful form. Now he flexed his pecs and they bulged and rippled, wonderfully detailed and healthy, his tiny young nipples pointing almost straight down because of the strong swell of muscle above. "Do you like my chest?" he asked. Kelly was staring. "Oh, yes. Show me more." Ethan gently tugged up the thin string sides of his skimpy tonga briefs. He sucked in his taut boyish belly and flexed his biceps. He quivered with sex and the tension of his posing. His biceps were incredible for a boy his age: they popped up, bulging and pulsing with eager proud strength! "I'm strong!" he breathed. He straightened his arms and flexed again, slowly, letting Kelly watch as his biceps rolled, coiled, swelled with boymight! Kelly reached out and held Ethan's slim waist in his hands. Slowly he let his hands drift down until they cupped Ethan's taut little ass cheeks. The muscles were hot and hard, flexing under Kelly's fingers. Kelly now sighed with easy boyish pleasure, closed his eyes and laid his young cheek against Ethan's beautiful muscled chest. He inhaled, tasting the warm scent of oil and boy-skin. He grinned, nuzzling Ethan's naked torso. "Mmmmm," he purred, sliding down, his face grazing the hard boy-muscles of Ethan's pecs, then his ribs, and then the hard muscled hollow under the darker boy's breastbone and down farther, down the slim flat belly; a light nudge into the navel, and down farther still to the level of Ethan's slender hips, where Kelly softly picked at the string of Ethan's briefs with his teeth. Ethan's straining young penis and ballsac were too big for his tiny brief; his throbbing cock was bursting out into Kelly's face. A drop of precum wetted the brief where the boy's cock stretched the brief out most, almost ripping through the sheer fabric. "You're strong, Ethan," Kelly said playfully. "But I just found your strongest muscle!" He brought his hands from Ethan's beautiful young buttocks around to the front, slowly, feeling the boy's slender hips and quivering excitement, and took the waistband of the little G-string brief in his fingers. "May I see it?" he asked. Ethan simply nodded quickly, too sexually turned-on to trust his voice. Kelly gently drew young Ethan's G-string down, and the darker boy's throbbing hot boycock just popped out. It was beautiful, straining from his loins, seeming to carry all the boy's power and essence in its surging length. Ethan stepped out of his G-string and stood totally naked, all glory and rude boy-health and sheer youthful beauty. He locked his fingers behind his head, stretched and arched, and just let his oiled physique glow! Kelly smiled happily, and with a trace of boyish mischief. He lightly slid his fingers around the base of Ethan's scrotum, gently tickling, watching the ballsac tighten and the slight trembling of Ethan's taut, eager, impatient body. Kelly's own young penis fought the binding of his miniscule swimbrief, bigger, harder, and hotter than ever before. Quickly he stripped his brief off and knelt again, utterly naked; hot, brown and oiled, his hard boy-body tingled under the sun, waiting, wanting. Kelly wrapped his arms around Ethan's slim hips, hugging his tight little buttocks, pressing Ethan's throbbing cock into his upper chest, feeling the hardness and heat on his slippery neck. He nuzzled Ethan's straining boyhood with the smooth skin of his beautiful young face, playing with Ethan's penis with his own nose and chin, gently flipping and sliding as Ethan groaned in his bursting sexual ecstasy. "Please, Kelly," Ethan murmured. "Suck it ...." Kelly took the raw boy-penis in his mouth, lightly between his lips, caressing the sensitive head and just tasting, easing his mouth around, wetting, tasting again, licking. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. If you reply to this message, your message WILL be *automatically* anonymized and you are allocated an anon id. Read the help file to prevent this. Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to admin@anon.penet.fi.