Date: Mon, 4 Jan 2016 11:01:55 +0000 (UTC)
From: Koos Smit <kooss@rocketmail.com>
Subject: BEACH FRONT BOY: CHAPTER 11

Beach Front Boy

Part 11

The next two weeks were spent in basic sail and seamanship training,
initially in Durban harbour and then on short overnight hops up and down
the Natal Coast.  Although the new boys were paying students they also had
to double as ship's crew, taking their turn on watch and on the helm,
especially on an extended voyage such as the one we were about to
undertake, and it was important that they be properly trained before we
headed out into blue water.

Apart from acquiring the relevant skills, it was necessary to spend some
time `bedding down' the new boys with the existing crew, so that they would
be able to work together as a team.

Stefan and Ian, of course, were `bedding down' with the crew (and, dare I
say, the captain) in a different sense of the word from the very first day.
And Ian was making great progress convincing the remaining eight students
of the pleasures of `bedding down' in the same way.

On his first day aboard Ian had identified four of them whom he believed
would be readily amenable to seduction.  I was sceptical, but he proved me
wrong, fucking all four of them within as many days.  It was easy each
morning to spot which boy had yielded to Ian's advances the night before.
He could be identified by the air of achievement about him, the expression
of satisfaction on his face, the sparkle of self-discovery in his eyes, and
the awkward wide legged gait familiar in boys whose newly stretched arses
made it a little painful to walk.

I gained respect for Ian's expert eye and instinct.  Not surprising,
really, when one considered the extensive experience he had picked up, from
a very young age, as a horny and promiscuous young boy.  When we learned
that all four of them had been virgins Ian gained the respect of even the
experienced sexual professionals among our boys.

The other four students, however, looked like they were going to be much
more of a challenge.

Ian had evidently been particularly smitten by one of them, Michael, a
rosy-cheeked Johannesburg boy with sandy hair, blue eyes and a perfect
skin.

`He's so beautiful, Uncle Jonathan', Ian enthused, `And he's so cool and
his butt is so perfect.  I want to lick him all over.  His cock is so
awesome.  I seen him with a morning hard in the shower and I just want to
swallow that beaut thing whole.  I just want to fuck him so bad, Uncle
Jonathan!  But he never says a word to me ... he just goes red in the face
when I say something to him or if I touch him.'

`Don't worry about it', I said while the two of us were on watch in the
wheelhouse together one balmy night off Margate, `Some people just take
longer to break free from the prison of their inhibitions, that's all'.

`Yes, but now we can't be open about having sex ... the whole boat got to
pussyfoot around these okes just `cos they won't take the carrot outta
their arses!', Ian moaned as he swung the wheel gently to counter the long
low swells that kept pushing Skobbejak's nose off the wind.

`That's okay ... at least you still get to do it with boys who want to
... and you won't get expelled for it ... only thing is ... you have to do
it in private', I said with a placating smile.

`Still ... it would be great if we could just be open about it', Ian
scowled.

The eight-year-old Jens, who was too young to be on watch but liked to hang
about in the wheelhouse, smiled at Ian:

`We in private now, if you want to, Ian?', he said beguilingly, fingering
his cocklet absently.

Ian looked at Jens with sudden interest.  The permanently horny and
sexually competent Jens was a favourite among all the boys (and, indeed, of
mine) and no one ever turned him down for a fuck if offered.  Then his face
clouded momentarily.

`Can't now, I'm on duty here, Jens!', he muttered irritatedly.

In the red glow of the wheelhouse night light I watched Ian's long cock
quickly fill and harden until it curled characteristically upward with its
swollen head bobbing against his hard muscle-ridged belly, just below his
navel.  The students had quickly adopted the ship's custom of going about
naked on board while at sea – virtually a necessity in the heat and
humidity of the Indian Ocean off the Natal Coast - and all of them had very
quickly lost the white band around their middle that had at first set them
apart from my regular crew boys.

Jens, also now hard, grinned at me and then inclined his head toward Ian's
hardon, winking at me as he did so.  I winked back at him and, with a
gesture of my hand, gave him permission to attend to Ian's erected cock.
At the same time I stepped up behind Ian and reached over his shoulders to
put my own hands on the spokes of the wheel.

`I'll take over for a while', I said to him, `so you can take up Jens's
offer'

Ian slipped out from under my arms.

`Thanks, Uncle Jonathan, he said, `Must we go to my cabin or the crew's
quarters?'

`No, you can't leave your post ... I might need you in a hurry ... you must
do it right here', I replied.

`Cool!', Ian said with a grin, and then, with heartfelt satisfaction:

`Aah!' as Jens's practised lips closed around the tip of his rock-hard
cock.

By turning slightly sideways I could both watch the impromptu sex show and
keep an eye on the compass and the radar in between occasionally scanning
the night for ships' lights.

Jens was lying on his belly over the chart table with his toes pushing down
on the deck when Ian finally shot his load deep inside his fuck channel.
Ian crooned his pleasure as his body spasmed repeatedly.  Then he lay over
the younger boy's muscled brown back with his cock still hard inside him,
kissing his neck and back repeatedly before finally standing up and pulling
himself out of Jens's bum.

`Your turn, Uncle Jonathan', Ian said breathlessly as he stepped up to the
wheel, his long curved cock now hanging down against his left thigh like a
slippery eel, still dribbling cum.  I knew then that Ian was going to fit
right in as another permanent addition to the crew – one that came with
the advantage that his dad would no doubt be happy to pay to keep him
there!

`Yes, please fuck me, Uncle Jonathan!', piped Jens, who had remained in
position over the chart table, looking back at me over his shoulder with
pleading eyes.

Although my own cock was rock hard by now, I said to them both:

`Not now, thank you boys.  Jens, you can wait a bit longer ... I'll be off
watch in an hour and then you can come to bed with me'.

`Okay, Uncle Jonathan', said Jens, disappointment in his voice as he
levered himself off the chart table.

I more than made it up to him when I went off duty later, however.

       * * * * * *

Late on Friday afternoon at the end of the first week of training we
arrived back in Durban port.  Once Skobbejak had been tied up alongside,
the decks scrubbed and all seagoing gear cleaned and stowed, the boys were
sent below to shower before reporting back on deck for the weekly Captain's
Orders and Defaulters.

I looked over the 19 bright-eyed and sun-browned young boys assembled on
the foredeck with a warm feeling in my heart.  Every one of them was
scrubbed clean and dressed in their `Number 1' uniforms – navy blue
rugby shorts and white T-shirts.  As always, they were barefoot.  They were
looking forward to a weekend off after a week of very hard work but there
was a tremor of fearful excitement among them too as they waited to hear
who was on the Defaulters List.  By now the new boys would have learned
from the `old hands', no doubt with much embellishment, that the week's
defaulters always received their punishment before the whole ship's company
on Friday evenings ... and that the only accepted punishment (by democratic
choice of the crew) was a whipping.

First I congratulated all the new boys on the progress they had made during
their training.  Then I announced the arrangements for the off-duty
weekend: Apart from myself and a skeleton watch of two boys whom I would
roster so that everyone would have a turn, the boys would be allowed to go
ashore from 08h00 until 18h00 sharp on each of the two days of the weekend.
They were to move in groups of not less than four.  Each group must have at
least one `old hand'.  They were not to move outside of a defined area
along the waterfront.  They were to behave themselves and not cause any
mischief.

`And now the Defaulters List', I announced, taking a sheet of paper out of
my folder.

There was a ripple of anxious fidgeting among the boys as the moment
arrived when they would hear which of their number would have his back or
bottom striped for the titillation of the rest.  Some of the `old hands'
were already fingering the tips of their cocks through the fronts of their
shorts in sweet anticipation of being aroused by the sight of their
shipmates being stripped and whipped.

`Well ...', I said, as I peered at the sheet of paper, `Seems like everyone
has behaved himself this week ... no defaulters today!'

I was amused to watch the different reactions to the news: Most of them
were just relieved. Some (mostly new boys) looked exceptionally relieved
... well, good luck to them, I thought, their crimes have gone undetected
this week.  Others (mostly old hands) looked disappointed ... they were
clearly looking forward, as always, to the stimulation of watching their
mates writhing in pain on the whipping bench.  Boys are like that ... even
the nicest of them ... it's just how they are made.

The boys were then dismissed to supper followed by an evening on board
playing games and generally goofing around.

Shortly after supper Dirk and Johan came and asked me to meet with the crew
in the crew's quarters.  Curiously, I followed them.  Gathered together in
the crew's quarters were all my own boys, together with Jul and Stefan, who
were actually paying students but whose dads had asked that they become
part of the crew rather than live as passengers in the guest cabins. As
such they lived in the crew's quarters and were the only students allowed
in that space, which was strictly off limits to the other students.

Except for Stefan, they stood side by side in a semi-circle before me,
naked and with their arms around each other's' necks in a chain of intimacy
and camaraderie.  Stefan stood self-consciously alone in front of the
semi-circle.  The nakedness was evidently deliberate as Dirk and Johan
yanked off their shorts as they stepped off the companion ladder.  Dirk
joined one end of the semi-circle and Johan stood next to the clearly
nervous Stefan with his arm around Stefan's shoulder in a gesture of
support and solidarity. The whole space was charged with the boys'
excitement.

`So what's this about?', I asked good-naturedly.

`Uncle Jonathan', said Johan, stepping forward with the muscular Stefan,
`We, the crew, have decided that, since Stefan is now also a member of the
crew, he must be initiated same as the rest of us'.

`I see', I said.

I have always been fascinated by the primal instinct among almost every
group of boys to put their members through some sort of ordeal as an
initiation into the group.

`And what does Stefan say about it?', I asked.

`I'm ready to take my whipping, Uncle Jonathan!', Stefan replied at once,
stepping forward. The paleness of his face, the beads of moisture around
his mouth and the stiffness of his movements were the only outward signs of
the fear that thumped in his breast.

Equally fascinating to me is the willingness that most boys show to
actually undergo the (usually painful) ordeal.  It seems that the desire to
be accepted into the group is one that overpowers even common sense.

`You understand that you don't have to, right?', I asked.

`I must do it, Uncle Jonathan!', he replied determinedly.

`Yes, but you have to confirm to me that it is what you want ... you
understand?  In other words, you are not being forced to do this?', I
explained.

`Yes, Uncle Jonathan, I want to do this!'

`Very well, then', I said, nodding to Johan and Dirk, `Get him ready!'

Dirk and Johan each took an arm in hand and led Stefan quite gently to
where the foot of the mast passed through the between-deck space to the
keel just below the deck we were standing on.  Hanging from iron rings on
either side of the mast just below the deck above were loops of polyester
rope.  They tied one to each of Stefan's thick wrists and then passed the
ropes through the rings again to hoist him up against the mast.

`Stand on your toes', Dirk instructed.

Stefan complied and Johan and Dirk took up the slack in the ropes before
tying them off so that Stefan was now suspended with his toes just touching
the deck.  This made it difficult for the boy being whipped to twist away
from the lash.

Then Johan went to a glass-fronted case against the bulkhead where the
instruments of ship board discipline were kept.  Pride of place was held by
`the Snake', a black braided leather whip that had formed part of Tiaan's
rent boy sex gear before he donated it to Skobbejak for use in maintaining
discipline and for the initiation ritual.  Sometimes the boys also used it
in their own private sexual games and rituals.  Johan opened the glass
doors, theatrically lifted the Snake out with great reverence and then bore
it in the upturned palms of both hands, arms outstretched before him, and
offered it to me.

Before taking it from Johan I slowly pulled my T shirt off over my head and
handed it to one of the boys to hold.  Then closed my fingers around the
thick wooden handle of the Snake and lifted it out of Johan's hands.

The boys moved back in the relatively confined space to give me room.  I
turned to look at the hard, well-developed body of the 13 year old Stefan
now strung up against the mast and waiting to receive his initiation
whipping.  Every muscle in his back was knotted in anticipation of the
lash. His calves, thighs and buttocks bulged as he tried to thrust his
brawny body up with his toes to relieve the pain in his wrists caused by
the ropes.  My cock swelled and hardened in appreciation and was soon
straining uncomfortably against the front of my shorts.  Dirk noticed and
thoughtfully stepped up to pull my shorts down to my ankles.

`Thanks, boy', I said to him as I stepped out of them, my hugely erected
cock swinging free in comfort and relief and instantly the focus of every
boy's hungry gaze.

Then, just before I was about to start whipping Stefan, Johan produced a
gigantic black latex dildo.

`Before you begin, Uncle Jonathan, we got a new part to the initiation!',
he said.

I watched as Johan held the huge dildo out in the palms of both hands and
Dirk liberally squirted baby oil out of a plastic bottle onto it before
slathering it generously all over the thick rubber log.  Then they both
went over to Stefan and, while Dirk squirted baby oil into Stefan's butt
hole and tried to spread the straining muscles of his hard round butt
cheeks apart, Johan slowly inserted the dildo into Stefan's fuck hole.  It
was the thickest object that Stefan had ever had stuck up his arse and the
process took a long and painful ten minutes, with Stefan moaning, grunting
and squeaking with pain as the giant dildo slowly filled his insides.

Finally, the dildo was in all the way, adding hugely to Stefan's pain and
discomfort.  As Johan and Dirk stepped back the dildo started to slide out
again as Stefan's bumhole just naturally tried to shit it out.

Johan quickly shoved it back in again, leaning over Stefan's shoulder to
whisper in his ear.  Stefan nodded desperately and clenched his anus hard
in an effort to stop the dildo from sliding out again.  Then Johan
announced, for my benefit, since the boys had already agreed that the
initiation ritual would include this new ordeal:

`The new part is the boy being initiated must keep the dildo in his bum
through the whole whipping.  If it falls onto the floor before the last
stroke, the whipping will start over again.'

`Stefan, I did not know about the new rule', I said to him, `Do you still
want to go ahead?'

Stefan bobbed his head again in affirmation, not trusting himself to speak.

So then I took up position behind Stefan, flicked the Snake behind me until
the lash straightened and then immediately snapped it forward to whistle
through the warm air and crack against Stefan's brawny back with a sound
like a pistol shot.

All the boys called out `One!' in unison as Stefan's body jerked violently
against the mast but, evidently well-briefed on the etiquette of crew
whippings, he choked off the scream that leapt unbidden into his throat and
let out nothing more than a strangled groan.  The watching crew boys smiled
and nodded their approval.

On the third sizzling stroke the dildo started sliding out but, with a
desperate effort, Stefan managed clench his anus tight before it came out
all the way.  However, it was now more difficult to keep it in and on the
fourth stroke it squirted out and landed on the deck with a rubbery thud.

Johan sprang forward and reinserted it.  Once again he leaned in and
whispered in Stefan's ear, patting him on the shoulder in encouragement.
Stefan nodded.  He had not yet screamed but his eyes welled with tears of
pain.

`Now the whipping must start over!', Johan announced.

Stefan groaned quietly.

`One!' the boys chorused as the next searing stroke snapped into Stefan's
back.  With a superhuman effort Stefan kept his eyes shut and focused all
his attention on keeping the dildo in his arse.

One by excruciating one the Snake latticed the quivering flesh of Stefan's
barbarically muscled brown back with thickly ridged red and purple welts.
A jerk of the body and a strangled grunt was the only sign that he gave of
the great pain he was experiencing.  With amazing concentration and focus
of effort Stefan did not allow the dildo to slip as much as one centimetre
again.  So concentrated was he that, when the whipping was finally over,
his anus still clenched the dildo so tight that Johan struggled momentarily
to pull it out.

`Well, congratulations, Stefan ...' I started to say when Johan held up a
hand.

`Excuse me, Uncle Jonathan, but there is one more new part ...', he said.

`What is that?' I asked.

`Well ... uh ... we want you to fuck his arse while he is still tied up',
he replied.

`I really don't think I should do that to the poor boy!', I said ... not
very convincingly ... my rapidly stiffening cock immediately making a lie
of my words.

`Yes Dad', Dirk added, `On this boat we love to fuck and you can't be a
crew member unless you also love to fuck ... so we thought it should be
part of the initiation too!'

`Stefan?', I asked, `Are you okay with this?'

`Check his cock, Dad!' laughed Dirk, `It just jumped to attention ... I
promise you he's okay with it!'

`I have to hear it from Stefan', I replied.

`Yes please, Uncle Jonathan, I really want you to fuck me!', Stefan
croaked.

Dirk and Johan then slowly and ceremoniously oiled my cock as I stood
behind Stefan, ready to plumb the depth of his fuck channel.  The two boys
then brought me right up to Stefan, pulling me gently forward by my cock,
guiding the battering ram right up to Nirvana's gate, and signalling me
with a slap on my arse to commence the assault.

I gripped Stefan at the hips and, with Johan and Dirk still holding the ram
in place, I pushed hard against Stefan's sphincter.  To my great surprize
my rock-hard shaft slid through into his warm moist channel almost
unimpeded, tightly but easily, and extracted only a very brief cry of pain
from Stefan ... the giant dildo had obviously done an excellent job of
preparing the way.

When I had gone all the way in I pulled all the way out again and
immediately repeated the cycle.  With long slow strokes I pumped my cock
rhythmically in and out of him to the accompaniment of low satisfied grunts
from Stefan.

Then the boys started clapping and thudding their bare heels against the
deck, calling out `Fuck! ... Hard! ... Fuck! ... Hard! ... Fuck! ... Hard!
... Fuck! ... Hard!', ever faster to spur me to fuck Stefan harder and
faster.

When finally I reached a bellowing climax, my cock pulsing hot jets of cum
deep inside Stefan's fuck channel, the boys all burst out in cheers and
applause, crowding around, slapping both Stefan and me on the back in
congratulation and welcoming him as a member of the group.

Johan and Dirk quickly released Stefan from his bonds and hugged him in
congratulation, even as Ben, the ship's cum-hoover, kept shoving his
bristled blonde head between Stefan's legs and trying to slurp up the cum
dribbling down Stefan's inner thighs.  Stefan positively radiated happiness
and joy.

`Well done, Stefan!' I said to him, running my fingers through the crew-cut
blonde fuzz on his head, `You did great!'

`Thanks Uncle Jonathan!', Stefan beamed with pride, `Better than winning
any MMA Championship!'

By now Ben had my softening cock in hand as he carried out his
self-appointed mission of cleaning up the cum.  I waited patiently for him
to finish.

`You know Johan', I said, I think it's cool that you changed the initiation
ritual and the new one is really great ... but ... now Stefan is the only
properly initiated crew member ... since the rest of you haven't done the
same one!'.

Johan and Dirk looked taken aback for a moment as they passed that idea
through their thoughts.

`We didn't think of that Dad!' said Dirk.

`Ja ... can't we just let it apply to future initiations, Uncle Jonathan?',
added Johan.

`Well, of course you could ... but you will always know that Stefan went
through a tougher initiation than you and you will always wonder if you
could have handled the same.  And soon the boys that you lead will think
the same thing ... they will wonder if maybe Stefan shouldn't be their
leader!'

`Shit, you're right, Uncle Jonathan, we shoulda thought of that!' said
Johan.

The two of them looked at each other with furrowed brows for a while.

`Well ...', said Dirk eventually, `Nothing else we can do without looking
like woeses ... we gonna have to do the initiation over ourselves!'

`I think that's the right thing ... at least for you two ... if you want to
continue to lead these boys.  Just remember that it has to be voluntary
... any of the boys who have already been through the old initiation is
entitled to refuse to repeat it', I cautioned.

`Sure Dad', said Dirk, smiling wryly, `Didn't realize we were gonna make
such a stick for our own backs!'

I hugged the two of them close to me.

`I'm really proud of you two' I said to them, `You just passed another
leadership test with flying colours!'

`We haven't passed the new initiation yet, Uncle Jonathan!', Johan grinned.

`Who knows?  Maybe you won't pass it!  The test I am talking about is the
decision you just took to submit yourself to the ordeal!  That was the
decision of a leader.  That you may fail the initiation doesn't alter
that.'

`We're never going to fail the initiation, Dad!', said Dirk, confidently,
`We can do anything Stefan can do!!'

`That's right Uncle Jonathan!' Johann added, `That initiation is a piece of
piss!'

`Well ... no time like the present!' I said to them

After a moment's hesitation they agreed it was better to get it over with
right then and there.

They got the boys together and explained why they felt it necessary for
them to repeat the initiation.

`We doing it because we think it is the fair and honourable thing to do',
said Johan, `Doesn't mean you have to do the same ... even though we think
you should!'

One or two of the boys muttered "Not me, thank you, I already took my
lashes!' but most of them digested the news in silence.

And so, first Johan, and then Dirk were strung up at the mast with the
giant dildo in their arses, just as Stefan had been.  I gave each of them
ten lashes with the Snake and, although their practised sphincters never
once let the dildo slip, gave them another five lashes at their request to
put them one lash ahead of Stefan.  I then fucked them as they hung there
to the rhythm of the boys chanting and clapping.  Of course it took me a
little longer each time to cum so Dirk had the longest and hardest fuck of
the three of them.

When finally Dirk was done, Tiaan and Josh stepped forward and demanded to
have their turn.

`Okay, boys!', I said, `That's enough for one night ... it's just going to
be a chore for me after this and I also want to enjoy it!  We'll do any
others who want to prove how tough they are tomorrow night and Sunday
night.'

`Aaaw please!', Tiaan and Josh chorused, as well as a few others who had
become more courageous the moment they realised the ordeal was being
postponed!

`No, I've made my decision!' I replied, `In any case, remember the rule
that no one goes ashore until his whip marks have faded!'

`Oh, okay!' said Tiaan, who remembered that he had plans for the following
day, `Tomorrow night then!'

By now all the boys were highly sexually charged and desperate for release.
As I went up the companionway onto the upper deck boys were pairing off
everywhere to do just that.  Tempted as I was to stay, I had a ship and a
bunch of other boys to look after.

 As I passed through the saloon to my own quarters I found Michael sitting
there on his own.  Like all of the boys he had quickly become accustomed to
going about naked below decks in the heat and humidity of the Natal coast
at the height of summer.  The door to the cabin that Michael shared with
another boy, Simon, stood open and I could see there was no one in it.  The
other four doors were all closed and there were furtive giggles and noises
coming from behind three of them.

`Hello Michael, all on your own?  Where's Simon?' I asked.

`Oh hello Captain, he's in there with Ian' he said, pointing to Ian's
cabin, `Ian said he's gonna show him some fun'.

`I bet he is!', I replied, realising that Ian must be busy with his fifth
conquest of the week.

`Yes ... he asked me first but I didn't want to'.

`And what are the other boys doing?' I asked.

`Those two are sleeping' he replied, pointing to one cabin, `And I think
the guys in those two cabins are ... also doing what Ian showed them this
week.'

`I see', I said slipping onto the bench beside him.

As I did so, the brothers Jens and Erik passed through the saloon on their
way to my cabin where, as the youngest crew members, they generally liked
to spend the night unless they were with one or more of the older boys.
Jens winked and gave me a thumbs-up sign as they passed.

`So you didn't want to go with Ian?', I asked Michael.

He blushed bright red and looked down.

`Nah ...', he said.

`Why not?' I pressed gently.

`Well ... you see ... `, he mumbled, squirming, `Uh ... I just dunno', he
trailed off.

I looked at Michael for a while in silence.

I remembered that his father had told me Michael was painfully shy and `a
bit of a mommy's boy'.  He was hoping this trip would `toughen him up a bit
and bring him out of his shell'.

`You must have a lot of friends at school, Michael?', I probed.

`Nah ... don't have any', he replied, his brow furrowing.

`Really?  I can't believe that ... cute young guy like you?'

Michael blushed again and squirmed.

`I'm not really...' he said, a little crossly, and then he blurted out, `I
suck at sports and games ... nobody ever wants me on their team ... they
call me "faggot" at school and nobody wants to be my friend ... and ... and
... even my dad says I'm a sissy!'.

`Wow', I said, putting an arm around his shoulder, `That's quite a load for
a 12 year old boy's shoulders!'

I thought he might resist the physical contact but, on the contrary, he
leaned into me and rested his head against my chest with a forearm resting
on my thigh, the elbow lightly pushing into my groin.  I placed the palm of
my hand on his smooth upper thigh.  He put his other hand over mine and
intertwined his fingers with mine.  After a while he slid down and lay on
his back on the bench with his head in my lap. He held onto my hand as he
did this, pushing it down his belly so that my hand ended up resting on his
lower abdomen, my fingers almost touching his cock, a plump and perfectly
formed uncut tube which was about five inches long on the slack. He moved
his head around on my groin, getting comfortable, quite oblivious to the
effect that this was starting to have on my fuck tackle.  If he noticed
that I was getting harder, he did not say anything.

We sat in silence like that for a while before I thought I would try again:

`Ian thinks you don't like him, you know?'

Michael looked up at me, his eyes widened in surprize and his nose screwed
up in puzzlement.

`Why does he think that?' he asked.

`I like Ian a lot!' he added, blushing bright red again as he said it.

`He thinks so because you won't talk to him.' I explained, `And because you
won't do stuff with him when he asks you'.

Michael looked troubled.  After a while he said, `I don't talk to him
because I'm scared what I say might come out wrong and I don't want him to
think I'm an idiot'.

`And I don't want to do stuff with him `cos I dunno how'.

`Why do you worry what Ian thinks of you?', I ask.

Michael bit his lip for a long while before replying, blushing furiously
once again when he finally did so:

`Ian is so strong and cute and funny, Captain, I really want him to like
me, but I'm such a dork and I don't know the stuff that the cool boys all
know'

`Can I tell you a secret about Ian?', I asked.

`What secret?'

`Don't tell him I told you, but Ian told me he really, really likes you!'

`Did he?'

`Sure, I wouldn't lie about something like that!'

I let him digest that for a while before asking:

`When Ian asks you to go with him, do you understand what he wants?'

He looked at me quizzically, searching my face as if trying to work
something out.  Finally he answered:

`Of course, silly, he wants to have sex with me'.

His answer shook the wind out of my sails.

`So you know that, then?' I asked.

`Sure', he replied.

`And ... do you have a problem with that?', I asked.

`No ... I want to but ... nobody ever showed me how', he replied.

`You don't have an older brother ... or a cousin ... or an uncle ... or a
randy neighbour?', I asked with a chuckle.

`No ...  I do have a randy neighbour', he smiled, `but my parents won't let
me go there'.

`Then you need a good friend to show you how.  Ian is a very good teacher.
Next time he asks you to go with him ... just go ... you'll have fun
... and I promise there's no way you can mess it up!'

`Please Captain, can you teach me?  I want to be good at it before I go
with Ian.  I want him to think I'm cool!', he begged.

`What makes you think I would teach you how to do sex?', I asked.

`Um ... I heard some of your boys talking', he replied.

I looked at the beautiful boy lying stretched out on the bench next to me
and my belly lurched pleasantly.  I slid my hand further down over the
smooth ridges of his abdomen until my fingers touched the tip of his cock
where it nestled, fat and comfortable, in the hollow between the ridges of
his ab muscles, its pink head peeping at me cheekily from its fleshy hood.
Michael's hand followed mine without resistance.  As I took the tip of his
cock between my fingers and began to massage it Michael took his hand off
mine and I felt him draw in a breath as his cute cock grew and stiffened
under my hand.

At the same time my own cock was growing and hardening rapidly under my
shorts and Michael moved his head to give my swollen shaft room before
nuzzling it with his cheek.

`You have great natural instincts, kid!', I said to him huskily.

Then, realising we were getting to the point where it would be prudent to
take the sex lesson private, I eased Michael's head off my lap and stood
up. I held out my hand to Michael.

`Come on', I said, `Let's go join Erik and Jens in my cabin'.

Michael took my hand eagerly and I gently propelled him ahead of me through
the door into my spacious quarters.

Jens and Erik were lying side by side on my bed, wanking each other, as we
walked in.  They grinned up at us, without stopping:

`Cool!', said Jens, and he patted the bed beside him with his free hand,

'Get up here with us ... we gonna have lotsa fun tonight!'

Michael stopped short, a look of fright on his face, and started to back
into me.  He was obviously preparing to take flight.

As he backed into me I wrapped my arms around his chest and held him in a
tight but gentle reassuring hug.

`Whoa there Michael ... calm down fellow ... nothing to panic about', I
said soothingly.

He struggled briefly but I held onto him.  Then he heaved a big sigh and I
felt the tension go out of his body.

I coaxed him onto the bed next to the other two.

`Whatsamatter, Michael?', Erik asked with genuine concern in his cute husky
six-year-old's voice, `We an't gonna hurt you, you know?  We just wanna
play!'

`This is all a bit new to Michael and he's just a bit shy, that's all', I
explained.

`That's okay!' said Jens, `You can just watch until you ready to do
something'

Michael nodded, relieved that he was not going to be put on the spot right
away.

I yanked off my shorts and got onto the bed with the boys and lay down.

Immediately Erik took my swollen cock in both hands and steadied it long
enough to take it into his mouth.  While he did so Jens manoeuvred himself
to Erik's rear and started finger-fucking his younger brother's arse.
Michael watched both activities with intense interest, moving closer to get
a better look as Jens inserted a second and then a third finger into Erik's
welcoming hole.  Michael's cock extended and thickened unbidden.

When Jens noticed Michael's interest, and the effect it was having on his
cock, he pulled his fingers out of Erik's arse and touched Michael on the
shoulder:

`Wanna have a try?' he asked.

Startled at the touch, Michael shook his head vehemently and pulled back.

But then, just as I was thinking this was going to be harder than I had
anticipated, Michael leaned in again and gingerly reached out a finger to
push at Erik's anus.  Jens took Michael's finger and brought it down to
Michael's own cock:

`Just rub it in this precum that's coming out of your cock and it will go
in easier!', he suggested.

Michael involuntarily pulled his hand away in distaste at first but quickly
changed his mind and scooped up some of the precum leaking copiously from
his cock to smear over his forefinger before trying to insert it in Erik's
bumhole again.  This time it slid in without any trouble.  At once Michael
looked alarmed.

`Yuck!', he said, pulling his finger out quickly and examining it minutely.

`Oh, it felt warm and mushy so I thought it was poo!', he said, smelling
his finger gingerly.

`Nah, you don't have to worry, we always flush out the shit before we go to
bed', said Jens.

Reassured, Michael reinserted his finger in Erik's arse.

`Wow, that went in easily!' said Michael, `It's much harder when I try to
push my finger in my own bum!'

`Ja, the precum helps' Jens agreed, and then chuckled, `But also ... Erik's
bumhole is very loose from all the big cocks he had in there!'

 Jens turned and presented his own bumhole to Michael:

`Me too!', he said, `Just feel!'

`Ah, no I'm good, thanks!', Michael demurred politely, though his eyes said
that he would really like to try.

`Nah, go on! Try it!', Jens insisted.

Michael needed no second invitation.  He leaned toward Jens's bum and
inserted a finger in his fuck hole.

`Wow, that feels cool!', said Michael, `It went in so easily and it feels
warm and ... nice'

`Ja, it feels cool for me too!', Jens said encouragingly, `Now try fucking
your finger in and out ... jiggle it around and see what you can feel in
there!'

Michael experimented for a while.

`Wait, stop there a mo', Jens eventually said tight-voiced, `Can you feel
that spot you're pressing now?'

`Yes, I can feel something there!', Michael answered in wonderment.

`That's my "sweet spot"', Jens said huskily, `keep playing with it now
... it feels fucken great!'

`Like that?', Michael asked, now completely absorbed in the task at hand.

`Just like that!' Jens moaned, `Try get two fingers in there!'

Michael complied, focussing hard, his tongue sticking out of the corner of
his mouth in concentration.

After a few minutes of this Jens called a halt:

`Okay, better stop now, or I'm gonna cum already!'

Disappointed, Michael stopped.

`Can you cum already?' he asked Jens.

`Ja, but I don't squirt yet ... just dry cum', Jens replied.

`Do I have a sweet spot?' Michael asked.

`Sure you do!', Jens replied, `I'll help you find it!'

`Okay!' said Michael, scrambling around on all fours to present his bumhole
to Jens.

What a transformation!, I thought, Jens is really a good teacher!

Michael caught my eye and grinned at me.

`Not so frightening after all, hey?', I said to him.

`No ... this is pretty cool!', he replied, `I wish I could've started
younger like Jens and Erik!'

`Don't you worry about that', I replied, `You've started early enough and
you have a whole life of great sex ahead of you!'

Not for the first time, I thought about the transformational effect of lust
on boys' behaviour: A few minutes ago Michael was disgusted at the thought
of touching his own precum ... now he is happily sticking his fingers in
other boys' arses and is quite ready to be finger-fucked in return.

`Go easy, Jens, he's not used to having things stuck up his bum!', I said.

`I will, Uncle Jonathan, don't worry', Jens replied, and to Michael:

`This is gonna hurt at first, but stick with it, it's gonna be worth it!'

Jens sluiced his forefinger through some of Michael's dribbling precum and
started gently rubbing and probing against Michael's anus.  Erik rolled
over onto his back and slid under Michael to take Michael's cock in his
mouth.  The startled look on Michael's face quickly changed to a smile of
delight as Erik worked Michael's cock expertly with his lips and tongue.

`Wow! That feels great!', he trumpeted.

Then suddenly his face screwed up in pain.

`Aaah!' he cried out and jerked forward.

`Jens!  I told you to take it easy!', I scolded

`Sorry, Michael!', Jens said, `I shoulda warned you.  You want me to stop?'

`No, it's okay.  I just didn't expect it would hurt like that', Michael
panted.

Jens reached up to the cubby hole above my bed and pulled out the tube of
lube jelly that I kept there.  He squirted jelly liberally over his fingers
and into Michael's hole.

`Okay, this will help', he said, I'm gonna go real slow now', he said.

As he probed and pushed against Michael's resolutely shut sphincter he kept
up a patter of advice and instruction:

`Just relax now ... you're very tight there ... try to relax ... just think
of Erik sucking your cock ... make like you're trying to shit ... like
you're pressing out a putty ... that's it ... that's it ... you feel how
your arsehole is relaxing and opening now?  Don't worry, you won't shit on
my hand ... Will you? ... Do you feel like shit is coming out? No? Good!
... Wouldn't be the first time I got a dump in my hand ... You feel my
finger going in?  No, No, don't clamp up ... I know it burns, just press
out and it will pass ... That's it ... you got the idea ...'

Soon Jens was finger-fucking Michael steadily, if a little tightly, and
Michael was grunting and moaning slightly with mixed pleasure and pain, his
teeth bared in what were either grimaces or grins, probably both.

Eventually Jens managed to get two fingers into Michael's anus and when his
sphincter had relaxed enough to find that comfortable, Erik stood up on
bent knees straddling Michael's waist, his hard bare feet planted on the
mattress on either side of him, slipped his fingers out and inserted his
bone-hard cocklet in their place.

Michael gasped at the sudden intrusion of the thicker and longer
substitute, yelped in pain and tried to pull away, but Jens lay over his
back, gripped him strongly around the middle and rammed his cock
relentlessly in and out of Michael's arse like a piston.

I realised that Michael's training session had now developed into a rape
but the truth is that Jens was so fired up and horny at this point that he
could not have stopped if he tried.  I also knew that once the shock and
pain had passed Michael would settle down to enjoy the sex.  It was a bit
like teaching a kid who is afraid of the water to swim by chucking him in
the pool.  So I let Jens carry on.

In any event, I was somewhat distracted as Erik had by now straddled me
where I lay on my back and was resolutely trying to impale himself on my
hugely erected cock.

In any case, as I had expected ... Michael's yelps of pain quickly turned
to delighted squeaks and pants of pleasure.  Plus, Jens's highly tactile
penis and his finely attuned sense of what his `client' was responding to
quickly enabled him to find Michael's `sweet spot' and spur him to
ejaculate all over the bed a full minute before Jens reached his own
brain-freezing dry climax.

Both boys then flopped over onto their backs to catch their breath as they
watched Erik energetically bouncing up and down the whole length of my
cock.

Michael was utterly fascinated to see how easily Erik's six-year-old anus
accommodated my girth and length.

`Doesn't it hurt him?' Michael asked Jens.

`Nah ... he's used to it' Jens replied off-handedly, `You'll get used to it
too ... just takes practice ... I'll help you with that'.

`Gosh, thanks, Jens', Michael said as he snuggled into the younger boy.

`Anytime, babe', Jens said, planting a kiss on Michael's forehead and
patting Michael's bottom as if Michael were his girlfriend.

I suddenly realised that Michael was a natural bottom and that he had just
surrendered the dominant role to Jens, despite Jens being four years
younger than him.  If they had been in juvenile prison, Michael would,
quite simply, have been Jens's `bitch'.  Jens had, quite interestingly,
just naturally slipped into that role despite the fact that he bottomed
most of the time for most of the boys on the ship.

When I felt myself approaching climax, I lifted little Erik off my pole,
despite his protests, and slid over closer to Michael.

`Now for your next lesson, Michael', I said to him, holding my cock
upright.

With a look of great apprehension on his face Michael slowly got up and
straddled me as he had seen Erik do.  I realised he was gamely going to try
to ride my cock.

`No, Michael, you're far from ready for that', I said to him with a
chuckle, `I want you to suck my cock'.

Looking hugely relieved, Michael took a couple of steps backward and then
squatted on my thighs.  He gingerly reached out and closed a hand around
one half of my cock.  Slippery with lube and Erik's fuck juices, it kept
slithering out of his grip and he had to grip it with both hands.

`What do I do now?', he asked.

`Just open your mouth wide and suck it in', I said, `then use your
imagination'.

He did so, stretching his lips as wide as he could and almost gagging as
the purple plum of my cockhead filled his mouth.

`Ouch!  Watch your teeth!' I cautioned.

He pulled his head off my cock.

`Sorry!', he said.

Jens jumped up.

`Let me show you, babe!', he said kindly

Jens quickly took my cock in his mouth and gave Michael an expert
demonstration of how to suck cock.

`Now let me show you on your cock', Jens said, `so you know how it must
feel'.

Michael gladly thrust out his half soft penis for Jens to demonstrate on.

`Aah! ... that feels so cool!' he moaned as Jens's lips and tongue rapidly
spurred his cock to bone hardness in seconds.

Jens pulled off Michael's cock long enough to say

`Suck Uncle Jonathan while I suck you ... do the same as I do!'

Michael immediately leaned forward to take my cock in his mouth.  He was
obviously a quick learner and was soon doing great credit to his teacher.

Michael climaxed a second time under Jens's expert ministrations, giving me
a scare in the process as his teeth bit into my shaft while his body
shuddered and spasmed with ecstasy.

`Ouch!  Be careful!', I said.

`Ng fuhrry!' came the muffled apology, his mouth still filled with my cock.

Then Michael resumed bobbing his head up and on my cock with renewed
energy, working the tip with his lips and tongue as Jens had taught him
until suddenly my cock went into spasm and blasted the back of his mouth
with thick jets of hot and slippery cum.  He involuntarily swallowed some
of it before gagging and expelling the rest in staccato splutters to run
down my shaft in thick silvery rivulets.  Some of it even dribbled out from
his nostrils and hung down in two long ropes that dribbled over his lips
onto his chin and down his neck.

At once Jens began kissing Michael and slurping the cum off his face and
neck.

`Yuck!', Michael spluttered, `How can you eat that stuff?' he asked Jens.

I love it!' Jens replied, clamping his mouth over Michael's and holding his
head in a firm grip as he tongued some of the cum back into Michael's
mouth.  Michael struggled briefly before realising both that the tonguing
was erotic and that the cum tasted good.

When they finally broke their kiss, Michael bent down to lick globs of cum
off my shaft and belly, slurping it into his mouth and getting up to share
it with Jens in another round of tongue play.  While they tried to swallow
each other's tongues Erik leaned in and hoovered up the rest of the cum.

Finally, I lay back on my bed and drifted off to sleep, but not before
Michael smiled up at me from where he lay snuggled into my side.

`Thanks, Uncle Jonathan', he murmured happily, fingering his cock, `That
was the best ever!'

It turned out, however, that we had awoken a sexual beast in the gentle
Michael.  Having been introduced to sex, he simply could not get enough of
it that night, continually shaking one or other of the boys or myself awake
for yet another round.  Jens and Erik, being sex addicts themselves, were
always happy to oblige, and, truth be told, so was I.

He kept begging me to fuck his arse and wouldn't hear that he was not yet
ready for it, demonstrating a resolve and courage that I did not expect in
one so soft-natured.

Finally I gave in, realising that I would get no rest that night until I
had either satisfied his wish or demonstrated that he could not do it.

I spent a long time stretching his sphincter by fucking his arse with first
one, then two and then three fingers.  Though he reached the point at which
he was in so much pain that did not have the breath to moan and was
literally gasping and sucking at the air, he would not give up.

`Please, Uncle Jonathan, please put your cock in me now ... it can't be
more painful than this!' he begged.

Although I knew it was going to be much more painful, I realised that he
had a point, so I coated my swollen pole with a generous slathering of lube
jelly.  Although Michael's arse was already swimming in jelly I slopped
some more on his arse and fingered it into his hole.  Michael lay on his
back with his legs splayed wide open and pulled his legs back with his
hands until his knees rested on his shoulders next to his ears, exposing
his fuck hole, by now quite red and puffy for entry.

Jens guided my cockhead up against the Michael's fuck hole.  Michael
valiantly pushed and flexed his anus as he had been taught and managed to
get it to open quite respectably wide for a first night of fucking.  I
reached down and gripped Michael's waist to steady myself for the thrust.
Erik was peering between my legs, hefting my ponderous balls to one side so
he could get a clear view of Michael's flexing hole.  When he judged
Michael's anus to be at the limit of flex, he slapped may arse hard as a
signal to thrust my cock in.

I decided that it would be better for Michael (and indeed for all of us) to
try to force an entry in one go than to subject him to the agony of a half
hour or more of a slow and agonising entry.  So I wound my muscles up and,
like releasing an arrow, I thrust my cock into Michael's channel as hard as
I could.

To my surprize my cock went more than half way in one thrust.  Michael
instantly let out a long, high-pitched, full-throated scream of agony and
thrashed about below me until his scream died down to a sobbing moan.

`Do you want me to stop?' I called out above the sobs, keeping dead still
so as not to exacerbate the pain.

Unable to speak, his face red and wet with tears and sweat, he shook his
head violently.  I stayed still for a long while to let his anus and his
fuck channel adjust to the size of my cock.

Finally, I felt his body relax under me and in a voice gravelly with pain
he said to me:

`Please go on!'

I gathered myself for another thrust.  I could feel Michael tensing under
me.

`Don't tense up', I murmured to him, `Try to relax all your muscles ... do
like Jens told you ... make like you're trying to shit my cock out'.

I felt Michael's body relaxing under me and I felt the movements of his
tight-stretched sphincter on my shaft as he tried to flex it open further.
When I judged that he had done what he could I powered up another thrust of
my cock.  As it surged forward all the way in I felt that it went easier
than the first time, although it still elicited a blood-curdling shriek
from the bottom of Michael's lungs.  Fortunately my cabin was pretty
well-insulated and his screams would have been considerably muffled, even
to someone who might have been sitting in the saloon next door.

Once more I waited for Michael to relax before commencing the withdrawal.
As I started a slow rhythm of withdrawal and re-entry, Michael continued to
moan and cry with pain but would not hear of my stopping.  He was right, of
course: it was only ever going to be this sore once ... why stop now?

I continued to fuck Michael slowly for a long time after that.  With every
thrust it was a little bit easier for both Michael and me: his body relaxed
more ... the pain subsided gradually ... movement became easier for me and
I was able to pick up the pace ... as I fucked him faster and more fluidly
he got more pleasure out of it and so did I.

At a certain point I realised from Michael's gasping, wide-eyed reaction
that my cock was consistently hitting Michael's `sweet spot'.  I came to
judge pretty accurately where it was and focussed my efforts on it.  Quite
rapidly after that Michael's breathing became progressively quicker and
jerkier.  He began to grunt and moan almost continuously with pleasure.
Then suddenly his eyes glazed over and his body went into violent spasm as
he climaxed ahead of me, shooting an impressive quantity of young fuck
juice all over his belly and chest.

Michael's involuntary spasms pushed me over the edge too and I shot my load
deep inside him.

While still inside Michael, I flipped him over onto his knees, gripped his
waist and commenced fucking him again.  Again I concentrated on his sweet
spot and fifteen minutes later we both climaxed together once more.

Then I lay him on his side with my cock still hard inside him and fucked
him again.  Again we came together.  By now Jens and Erik were themselves
fucked out and fast asleep.

I was determined to get some sleep and I decided that the only way that was
going to happen with the newly sexually awakened Michael was that I would
have to fuck him until he begged me to stop.

So, next I lay on my back and taught Michael to fuck himself by bouncing up
and down on my cock.  He enjoyed that so much that he wanted to do it again
after a quick visit to the bathroom to relieve himself and take a drink of
water.  Finally, while doing it the fourth time with an arse that I had
fucked so raw that it left light blood smears on my shaft , he suddenly
stopped bouncing, sighed, yawned, lay back with his head on my chest and
passed out.

I gently rolled over to deposit him on the bed next to me and immediately
fell asleep myself with an arm draped over his upper body and my rock hard
cock still in his arse.

Jens and Erik had already left when I woke the next morning.  I was on my
back in a deep sleep dreaming that Michael was kneeling between my legs
seeing how far he could get my cock down his throat.  Slowly I surfaced to
find that was exactly what was happening.

`Good grief, Michael, what happened to you?  Until yesterday you ran from
sex like a frightened nun, and now you can't get enough of it!'

Michael lifted his head off my slippery cock to grin at me.

`That's your fault, Uncle Jonathan ... thank you so much for opening my
eyes', he said.

`Yes, but you can't be doing sex all the time, you know, you'll get bored
with it after a while ... `, I replied.

`Do you want me to stop, Uncle Jonathan?' he asked.

`Um ... not yet!', I replied.

`I didn't think so!, 'he laughed.

`Okay ... so you'll never get bored with it ... but still ... there are
other things to do you know!', I said, `Remember you have an off day today
... don't you want to go out with some of the boys?'

`I thought I could stay on board and you could teach more sex stuff!', said
Michael.

`Well, maybe', I said, `We'll see ... but when you've done here I want you
to go shower and have breakfast'.

`Aaw ...' he started.

I gave him my captain's look.  He got the message.

`Okay, Uncle Jonathan, I will', he said obediently and turned his attention
to my cock once more.

As he beavered away at relieving my morning erection I suddenly had an idea
about how Michael could let off some sexual steam and learn something in
the process on his off day today and have a lot of fun in the process ...

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