Date: Mon, 15 Sep 2014 05:55:15 -0700 From: Koos Smit Subject: BEACH FRONT BOY PART 7 Beach Front Boy Part 7 Josh's week-long stay with Dirk and I stretched into two weeks and then three. Each week I would call his mom to check if it would be okay for him to stay a while longer. She never had any objection and in fact seemed glad to be rid of the responsibility. She would always say, with a hesitant laugh: `Don't you want to keep him?', to which I would always reply: `Be glad to!'. I believed that she was only half joking, so I never pressed the issue. I instinctively felt it would be better if it came from her or I might find myself in a corner negotiating some sort of compensation or purchase price. Then, when I tried to call her to arrange for Josh to stay a fourth week, she did not answer her phone. After trying for two days I went to her apartment but found it empty. I spoke to the building manager and he told me that she had moved out. He had no idea where she had gone. He complained that she was behind on her rent. He had heard from someone that she may have gone to family in Port Elizabeth. When I called her mobile phone again a voice told me: `The number that you have dialled does not exist'. When I told Josh about this development that afternoon after rugby practice he seemed not at all surprised. `Did you know about this, Josh?', I asked him as we were driving home. `Yes, Uncle Jonathan', he replied, leaning forward into the space between the two front seats, `She phoned a few day days ago and said she is going to stay with her sister. She asked me if I want to go with and I told her "No, I'm living with Uncle Jonathan now"'. `What did she say to that?', I asked. `She just said "Okay" and hung up', Josh replied. `Why didn't you tell me?', I asked. `I dunno, Uncle Jonathan', he replied. `Really?', I insisted. `I was scared you might tell me to go with her'. I remembered that I had not shared my intentions with the boys and I understood his concern. `Okay, I understand', I said, `But actually, I have been kind of hoping your mom would let you come live with us. I didn't want to get your hopes up before. But now it seems your mom has basically let go of you. So it seems you'll be staying with Dirk and me for now'. `That's cool, Uncle Jonathan! Thanks!', said Josh with a huge grin lighting up his handsome face. Dirk's beaming face now also appeared in the rearview mirror as his head popped over Josh's shoulder. `We need to celebrate, Dad!', grinned Dirk. `Okay, where do you want to go for dinner?', I asked. `No, Silly!' said Dirk, `I mean we're gonna have a fat dirty fuck when we get home now!' `We always fuck when we get home from school!' I said, `We fuck all the time ... When you wake up; when you get home from school; when you go to bed and plenty in between!' `No, but we're gonna have a special celebration fuck now!', said Dirk. `Yes, Uncle Jonathan!' Josh chimed in. I laughed. `You boys just love to fuck!', I said. `So do you, Dad!', said Dirk, wagging his finger. `I think about fucking all the time', said Josh. `Me too', said Dirk. `Then it's amazing your marks are so good!' I said. `It's `cause we fuck a lot, Uncle Jonathan!', said Josh, `I read where having a lot of sex stimulates the brain!' `That may be wishful thinking!' I laughed, `Maybe you would do even better if you didn't have so much sex?' The boys hooted derisively: `No chance!' they called out together, `We'd rather be stupid!'. `I agree ... No chance!', I said, `I'm not giving it up either!'. The boys called our after-school sex sessions `dirty fucking' because we always got straight to it the moment we got into the house, without first washing or showering. This had come about for two reasons: The first was that the boys were so bung full of juice after a day of abstinence and so physically pumped after their rugby practice that they had raging hard-ons all the way home and could barely hold out until they got through the door. The second was that dirty boys, sweaty from hard physical exertion are a special turn on for me. They always reminded me of the sweaty, salt-tasting bodies of the beach front rent boys with their dirty, cum-soaked bum holes. This lucky coincidence of their teen boy lust and my own liking for sex with grubby little boys resulted in many hours of happy `dirty fucking' for all of us, and quite quickly, being the little sluts that teen boys naturally are, the boys developed a taste for it themselves. When we got home my boys wasted no time in putting on a marvellous show. They put all their considerable energy, strength and stamina into it and after a glorious hour of hard, `no limits' sex we lay side by side on my bed; panting, sweat-soaked and liberally spattered and smeared with each other's cum and the detritus of `dirty fucking'. In honour of the occasion, and especially after the boys' great effort I thought the time was right to make the great announcement about my plans for us to sail up the Natal Coast during the Spring Break that was now just a week away. `Wow, that's fucken" A"!', Uncle Jonathan!' said Josh, `I've never been on a yacht before!' `Are we doing a bareboat charter, Dad, or will we have a skipper like last time?' asked Dirk. `We'll be sailing the boat ourselves, Dirk, but we will be taking some company along'. Both boys' faces fell. `What's the matter?' I asked them. `Jeez, Dad ... do we have to have other people?', said Dirk, `I can't go a whole day without sex ... How am I gonna get through a whole week?' `Ag, Dirk, it's just a week', I teased, `Think how much better the sex will be after a week of not doing it'. `Ag no, Dad, please!', he moaned, `Can we rather just stay at a hotel then and just go for day sails?' Josh remained diplomatically silent. `Don't worry, Dirk', I laughed, `I wouldn't do that to you ... or to me, for that matter!' `Phew, Dad!', said Dirk, the relief evident in his voice. `So we're going on our own then?' `No', I replied, `We won't be on our own ... but I promise you'll be getting all the sex you want at sea!' The boys looked at me quizzically. `I'm not telling you any more', I said, `You'll have to wait until we get there!' `Ag please Dad!', said Dirk. `Nope! Now get showered the both of you, we're going out to dinner!' * * * * * * A week later we drove down to Durban for our sailing holiday. The weather was hot so the boys went shirtless and barefoot. An hour into the trip they were already bored with the inaction, so they asked me to pull over and fold the back seat flat so that they could lie down while they read their comics. The moment I pulled away I realised that reading their comics was the last thing on their minds. The shorts came off immediately and soon afterward the sounds of their sex-play seemed to fill the SUV and I had to turn the music up so I could concentrate on my driving. A while later Josh's head appeared in the space between the two front seats. `How about a blow job, Uncle Jonathan?', he asked. `Uum ... not sure that's the safest thing while I'm driving, Josh?', I said, without much conviction. My cock, which was already half erected and leaking precum from listening to what the boys had been doing, hardened instantly at Josh's suggestion. Without replying, Josh slithered through the gap onto the front passenger seat as if he hadn't heard me. Then he was on knees on the seat and bent over as his hands fiddled with my fly. `Hey, Uncle Jonathan!' Josh said delightedly, `You got a hard-on already!' I was not wearing underpants, as usual, and when Josh got my fly unzipped, my fully engorged cock sprang out like a stallion bolting the stable. Josh quickly reined it in and eagerly clamped his mouth over the swollen purple head. I nearly went off the road from the sensations that surged through my body from what his busy little tongue was doing to my cock. `Just wait, Josh!' I said urgently, `Let me pull over before I crash this thing!' Barely a hundred metres further on I found a spot where I could pull completely off the road and park under some trees. Josh went straight back to work and gave me a blow job to remember. And so it went on all the way to Durban. A trip that normally takes six hours took us ten, including a two hour stop over at a motel near Van Reenen's Pass. I told the completely uninterested reception desk clerk that we were hot and sticky because the aircon was not working and just needed the room for an hour or two to freshen up. As a result, we arrived at the Yacht Mole in Durban as the sun was setting. The young charter company employee pointed out where the boat was moored and practically threw the boat keys at me in his rush to get away to some party. `It's a bit late to do a proper hand over now', he said, `So I'll come by first thing tomorrow and we can do it then, if that's all right?' `No problem', I said to his retreating back, `Sorry we kept you so late.' I knew that the following day would be mostly taken up with provisioning and preparation for the trip and I thought it would be better to do the hand over then anyway. In any case, the rent boys I had hired for the trip would be arriving soon and I wanted to focus my full attention on managing their introduction to Dirk and Josh. The boys I had booked for the trip were, of course, my favourites: Johan and his brother Ben. They were overjoyed when I phoned Johan to make the arrangement. They had never been on any kind of a holiday, let alone a holiday on a yacht, and were beside themselves with excitement, even though (or, knowing the horny pair, perhaps especially because...) they knew it was going to be a `working' holiday, as it were. Johan had negotiated the hire with Henk on my behalf and, when I indicated that it would perhaps be a good idea to hire a third boy, he immediately suggested the gymnast, Tiaan, whom I had met at the Rajah's Palace on my last trip to Durban. `I know you like him Jonny, and he likes you', Johan had said. `What about Pedro?', I had countered, `Tiaan was great but he was a bit inexperienced.' `Pedro is cool, but he doesn't work with us. Henk won't let us go with the competition.' `But Tiaan doesn't work with you either. He was just doing a once-off at the Palace to pay for his gymnastics competition'. `Ja .. well', Johan laughed, `He still does gymnastics ... but he decided that he really smaaks (likes) the sex ... and the money ... so now he also hustles for Henk. And he's not so inexperienced anymore!' I had chuckled wryly at this news: It seemed to me that there was truly no healthy teenage boy who could resist the compulsion of the tingling cock. Boys really are such natural sluts. And so I had agreed to take Tiaan as well. While we waited for the other boys to arrive, we chose berths and moved our kit aboard. The yacht was a comfortable 45 footer with two double cabins forward and one large double cabin aft. I slung my stuff into the aft cabin and Dirk and Josh put their things in the forward cabins. The idea was that the rent boys would each bunk with one of us for the sake of having a place to keep his gear, but we knew that actual sleeping arrangements would be pretty flexible, depending both on who would be on watch at the time and on who we might be wanting to have sex with at the time. Before the rent boys arrived I sat Dirk and Josh down and explained to them who our sailing companions would be. I explained that they were rent boys whom I had met on previous visits to Durban and that I had employed them for the duration of our sailing trip specifically to meet their (and my) sexual needs and desires. `Cool, Dad!', said Dirk excitedly, `Can we make them do anything we want?' `Well ... they are being paid to do anything you want them to do, but I don't want you to think of them as your slaves ... Rather think of them in the same way you do of each other ... They are as keen on sex as you are ... so try to give them as much pleasure as you want them to give you.' `But, if they don't want to do it when we want to, can we make them?', Dirk insisted. `I'm sure that won't happen, but if it does, let me know and I will sort it out.' `Okay, Dad.' Just then my cell phone rang. It was Henk. He was waiting at the Yacht Mole gate with my three rent boys in tow. I went to fetch them, Dirk and Josh running ahead in their excitement, their hard bare feet thudding on the concrete surface of the floating walkway. Henk glared suspiciously at Dirk and Josh when we met at the gate: `Who's they?' he demanded. `These are my sons', I replied. Josh beamed at hearing himself so described. `Oh ... okay', Henk said ungraciously. He brightened up when I handed him an envelope with his money in it. `Okay', said Henk, `They're yours for the week. Bring them back in the same condition ... fair wear and tear excepted!', and he guffawed at his own joke. Then, addressing himself to his charges: `You boys do what you're told, okay? This uncle paid good money for you. Your bodies belong to him and his boys for the next week, okay? If I hear any complaints I'm gonna whip your backsides, okay?' `Okay, Henk!', the three of them chorused cheerfully, too excited to care much, although Tiaan rubbed his bottom a little ruefully as he said it. `Yes, Tiaan, I'm talking about you!', said Henk, `Next time a client wants you to swallow his piss, you won't tell him to fuck off!' `Yes, Henk!', said Tiaan with a half smile. `I had to let the client whip his arse with a cane this morning or he wasn't going to pay!' Henk explained, `Hope you don't mind he has a well-striped arse?' `No, that's no problem', I replied. `If they don't do what you and your boys want, you have my permission to give them a bloody good whipping! Seeing they're with you for a whole week, no need to wait for me to beat them when you get back!' `Thanks', I said, winking at the boys, `I'll remember that'. Soon the rent boys also had their gear on board. The boys were a little awkward with each other at first, but by the time we all went to the Yacht Club for a bite to eat, the boys were chatting like old friends. The two 14 year old rent boys and my 13 year olds took to each other at once but, though they were all very kind to the 12 year old Ben, I realised that he found himself a bit on the outside looking in when it came to the things that 13 and 14 year olds talk about. I knew that when it came to sex he could more than hold his own with them, but in the meantime I had to give him special attention so that he would not feel left out. Before we went into the dining room I managed to prevail on all the boys to throw on a T-shirt in deference to the club's dress code but they drew the line at shoes. When I insisted, it turned out that none of the boys had brought any shoes, so that put an end to the argument. Thinking we would be politely asked to leave we discovered that there were other young boys in the dining room who were not only barefoot but shirtless as well and I realised that the dress rules were not strictly applied where kids were concerned, particularly if they were living on the boats moored in the basin. I remembered again what down-to-earth people yachties usually are and I was grateful. The boys glared at me in indignation when they saw this and the moment we got out of the club all the boys yanked off their T-shirts and threw them to me to carry before running off down the lamp-lit street to an ice cream shop nearby. `You wanted the shirts, Dad, so you get to carry them!' Dirk called with a grin as they trotted off. I picked up the shirts that had fallen on the ground and walked after the barefoot and shirtless boys. I loved watching the barbarically accentuated back and leg muscles bunching and gliding under their smooth tanned skin as they ran. By the time I joined them at the ice cream shop my cock was half erected and I had to drape their T-shirts strategically around my waist in an effort to hide my lust. It did not escape Johan's keen eye and sense of situational awareness, however, and he sidled in front of me at the counter and pressed his warm beefy back against my swollen cock, turning his head to look slyly at me over his broad muscled shoulder, a naughty grin brightening his handsome face and crinkling his piercing blue eyes. My cock hardened to full erection at the feel of his body and I smiled down at him. I could not pay for the ice creams quickly enough and then we headed back to the boat. As the other four sauntered ahead, licking their ice-creams, Johan fell back and walked alongside me. He put his free arm around my waist and looked up at me. I saw that a prodigious erection tented the front of his shorts (like me, he never wore underpants) and his bright blue eyes glinted with lust. He glanced meaningfully at my own massive erection. `I been missing big Jonny there since we was at the Palace!' he said quietly, `You gotta fuck my arse real hard when we get back to the boat!' `I missed you too, Johan', I said as I ran a hand down his back and over the hard round globes of his buttocks, `And if we don't hurry, I swear I'm going to yank your pants down and fuck you right here on the street!' `Hey, let's go right now!' said Johan excitedly, stopping and starting to pull his pants down. `No, no!', I said, `Let's try not to get arrested our first night here!' `Right!' said Johan, pulling his pants back over his buttocks, `Sorry! But let's hurry back!' The other boys then suggested that we walk down to Wilson's Wharf to see what was going on there. Johan looked at me desperately. `You guys go ahead', I said, `Johan and I are going back to the boat'. Dirk looked at me with a grin. `Go Dad!', he said, `Not wasting any time, hey!' I blushed but grinned back. `Here's some money', I said, `Just stay out of trouble!' `Thanks, Dad! Don't worry about us. You and Johan have a good time!' Johan gave Dirk a thumbs up, which Dirk returned. `Dirk is cool, Jonny', Johan said to me on our way to the boat, `And fucken sexy ... I can't wait to fuck his arse!' `I think he feels the same way about you', I said, `I've seen how he looks at you!' `This is gonna be one fucken great holiday, Jonny', Johan replied as he flung his arms around me, `Thanks for making it happen. Love you lots!' `Love you too, Johan, love you too', I replied. As we walked down the Esplanade Johan told me that Henk and his mom had gotten together again and that Henk was now living with them in their tiny one-bedroomed flat. Ben and Johan used to share a narrow bed in their mom's room when they were home ... as long as she was not entertaining a client there. But with Henk moving in the boys had been relocated to a lumpy mattress that leaned up against a wall in the sitting room during the day. Henk had made it clear to them they were getting in his way and that it was high time they made other living arrangements. To make things worse he now behaved as if he was their father and took it upon himself to discipline them harshly for the slightest thing. When they complained to their mom, she just shrugged her shoulders, saying that she was getting on now and needed a man to look after her. `Suck it up, or make another plan!' was her advice to them. The result was that the boys often did not come home anymore, preferring to stay the night with a client or crash with one of their rent-boy mates, or even sleep on the beach, if the weather was fine. My heart went out to Johan and Ben, but after all, was it my problem? And what could I do about it if I made it my problem? When we got through the gate to the moorings Johan ran on ahead and I saw him disappear down the companionway long before I got there. Soon I was going down the companionway myself, my heart thumping in my chest from anticipation and lust. I tossed the boys' T-shirts onto a shelf behind the saloon sofa (I had a feeling that was where they would stay for the rest of the holiday). I yanked my own shirt over my head, dropped my shorts to my ankles and made for the aft cabin. There I found Johan lying naked on his back, his arms on the bed by his sides and his cock stretched as stiff and as straight as a ramrod, tight against the sharply defined ridges of his abdominal muscles. As I stepped in, Johan grinned widely and lifted his muscular legs up and back so that his knees were against his shoulders and his broad leathery feet , the soles blackened with road dust, spread apart high in the air. He placed a broad strong hand on each butt cheek and pulled them apart to expose his fuck hole, brown, smooth and shiny with the lube he had already applied. `This is all yours, Jonny!', he said in his husky teen boy voice, grinning broadly. As I bent down between his legs to tongue his hole, he flexed it open wide enough for me to be able to insert a finger without touching the sides. I peered into the dark moist interior and then I probed his hole a while with my fingers, feeling the warm slipperiness of other men's cum. Then I ran my tongue around the firm smooth rim of his hole, smelling once more the heady and familiar scent of boy crack and tasting the salty, nutty taste of sweat and cum. `I know you like the cum in my arse, Jonny, so I tried to keep it all in today for you!', Johan said proudly. `I just love you Johan! You're the most amazing fucken kid I ever met!', I enthused. Johan's face beamed with pride and joy. Johan slathered my straining cock with lube and I inched forward on my knees as I inserted its tip into Johan's warm and welcoming hole. As always, the entry into his well-practised fuck chute was relatively easy, though its grip on my shaft was firm and dynamic. Johan was never a passive fuck; he rocked and gyrated underneath me, his sphincter practically pulsating up and down my shaft. It was more like he was fucking my shaft than I was fucking his hole. As it had often before, the thought flitted through the little that was left of my mind to think with, that one fuck with Johan would be enough to turn any straight guy instantly gay. I knew of nothing within my admittedly fairly limited experience that could compare even remotely. As always, Johan seemed unerringly to know when I was on the point of cumming and, just before it happened, he slithered himself off my pulsing cock and went on his knees before me, pulling my head down to his groin and thrusting his hard and quivering cock out for me to suck. Hastily I slurped his dick, copiously leaking precum, into my mouth and sucked it in deeply, enjoying the salty and acidic taste of his unwashed cock and the slick smoothness of his swollen shaft as it filled my mouth and eagerly sought entry into my throat. Once again taking charge, Johan was soon actively fucking my mouth and throat rather than passively waiting to be sucked. At the point where Johan's cock started to pulse preparatory to climax, he quickly withdrew from my mouth and, flopping onto his back, pulled me down on all fours and wriggled his body down between my legs until he could take my cock into his mouth. Once again he worked my cock almost to the point of ejaculation before expelling my cock from his mouth. Then he got me to squat over his own rigid cock as he pushed it upright. It took some effort on his part, so stiff it was as it lay against his belly. I lowered my butt while he aimed his cock for my hole. When I felt his cock head pressing against my anus, I sat down, taking his whole shaft inside me in one movement. For a while I slid my body up and down his cock but soon Johan became impatient with the passive role and he got me to lie on my back with my knees drawn up while he gave me the hardest and roughest rogering that I had yet gotten from anyone. As Johan pounded my arse, sweating profusely and grunting hoarsely in pleasure, I noticed that the other boys had arrived and were thronging the doorway to watch the spectacle with fascination and grinning delight. Even as they eagerly pressed against each other in the narrow doorway, they were pushing down their shorts and fingering their boners in anticipation. Little Ben, now naked, ducked low and barrelled between the boys' legs to jump onto the bed next to me. Quickly he straddled my chest and presented his impressively erected pre-teen cocklet for me to take into my mouth. I took it in my hands and guided his quivering boyhood between my lips. Ben leaned his firm little belly into my face, steadied his upper body on his forearms planted against the bulkhead and, passive-averse like his elder brother, began to fuck my mouth with energy and passion. Soon I could feel Johan's thrusting becoming quicker and harder as he moved rapidly to climax. Suddenly his body went rigid for a brief moment and then began to spasm violently and he bellowed in exquisite pleasure as his cock shot jet after jet of hot cum into my arse. Johan hardly had time to recover when Dirk was at his back, pushing him aside so that he could insert his own big erection into my still open hole. Johan knelt next to me and solicitously guided Dirk's cock into me. I was momentarily surprised that Dirk's cock felt bigger than Johan's and even Johan whistled in admiration. `Hey Jonny, you can see Dirk is your son with this big pole he's putting in you!', Johan said, to Dirk's intense pride and delight. Dirk fucked my arse long and hard, trying to match the energy and vigour that he had seen Johan employ. Lacking Johan's expertise and experience, this resulted in his cock repeatedly plopping out, but Johan remained at our side, patiently reinserting Dirk's slippery tool and almost coaching him in technique. I realised that Dirk was going to learn a lot from Johan on this holiday and I looked forward to being the beneficiary (along with Josh, of course) of the improvements in his technique. Soon Ben's cockle swelled and stiffened in my mouth before going into spasm and jetting out a quite impressive spurt of creamy pre-teen cum. It was a definite increase in volume since the last time he had come in my mouth and, as I did then, I let it squish out between my lips and run down my chin so that he could see the result of his efforts. `Check that, Johan!', he crowed proudly, `I told you I'm getting more cum now!' `Fuck me!' said Johan in gentle encouragement of his younger brother, `I'm surprised Jonny didn't choke it's so much!' Ben beamed his delight and insisted on all the other boys taking a look at his cum before he licked it off my chin and my neck. Then he noticed that Johan's cock was still sticky with his own cum and my bum juices so he sucked that off as well. A few minutes later Dirk reached a great, body-racking climax and he too emptied his balls of a massive volume of cum. The moment he was done Ben sucked his cock clean too. Dirk was followed by Josh and Josh by Tiaan. Johan stayed alongside and helped and coached each one. Ben also stayed and acted as the cock-cleaner. By the time that Tiaan was done my arse was copiously dribbling all the boys' cum out onto the bed. Ben positioned himself between my legs and slurped it off the bed. Then he got me up onto my knees and lapped up the rest of it as it dribbled down my legs. Finally, Ben lay on his back on the bed and lifted his knees to his shoulders, pulling his beefy little sun-browned butt cheeks apart with his hands and flexing his hole open in invitation. I marvelled at how proficient he had become with this technique as I pushed my cock head against his widening sphincter and felt it slide in. He gasped slightly in pain at first and his hands pushed involuntarily against my hips as if to halt my advance, but his well-used arse adjusted quickly and soon his eyes were closed and he was grunting rapidly in pleasure as I pumped my cock hard and fast into his cute little arse. By now the other boys had paired off in the two forward cabins and were avidly sucking and fucking each other as if they had known each other much longer than just a few hours. Boys are such promiscuous little sluts, I thought for the umpteenth time. Finally, as I was on the point of ejaculation, I pulled my cock out of Ben's arse. My swollen cock head caught on his tight sphincter and it took a little tug to get it out. This pulled his sphincter outward rather alarmingly if you were not used to seeing it, and also produced a yelp of pain from Ben. The moment my cock pulled free the most exquisite rushes of ecstasy pulsed from its tip at the same time that thick ropes of slippery white cum squirted repeatedly over Ben's belly and chest. I held the tip of my cock against Ben's stiff little penis and allowed the last gushes to dribble over his cock and balls. Ben was delighted to be so covered with cum. He scooped it up with his hands and slurped it off his fingers. I helped by lapping it off his cock and balls. Then he sucked my cock clean before rushing off to see if the other boys had produced any cum that he could lap up. `I wanna eat your cum! I wanna eat your cum!' he called out to them, `Don't wipe it off! I wanna eat it all!' Ben the cum-slurper, I thought. With all that protein going into his system and with all the exercise he got from running around the foreshore, swimming and fucking most of the day, no wonder he was such a tough, brawny little kid! I wondered for a moment whether I really needed to spend money on protein shakes for Dirk's and Josh's gym program considering the amount of cum they were eating these days. Of course it wasn't enough, I realised, but it must at least help! Finally, the boys were all sated with sex and, one by one, they curled up somewhere and fell asleep. Johan and Dirk fell asleep in one of the forward cabins and Josh and Tiaan in the other. I found Ben sleeping on the saloon sofa and I picked him up and carried him to my bed. He snuggled his back into my belly with a sleepy, happy smile. I put my arms around him and enjoyed the feel of his warm brown body against mine. His hard round buttocks pushed back against my cock. Involuntarily my cock hardened against his crack. I slid my free hand down his belly to feel for his cocklet. It was stiff and I realised Ben was no longer sleeping. The little giggle that burbled in his chest as I rolled his cock head between my thumb and forefinger confirmed this. I let go his boner for a moment and slid my hand between us to explore his crack and finger his hole. At once he lifted his upper leg and reached between his legs to guide my cock into his hole. Slowly I eased my cock into that tight but elastic opening. Ben sighed with satisfaction as I gained entry and filled his hole. Slowly and gently I fucked his cock chute while I wanked his boner with my free hand. The only sounds in my cabin as we made love were my own heavy breathing and Ben's little purring murmurs of satisfaction. I felt Ben's body stiffen and his cocklet spasmed rapidly as he ejaculated his creamy cum over my fingers and onto the bed covers. Almost at once he drifted off into sleep. Seconds later I too climaxed. I lay there with my still swollen cock deep inside Ben's warm, slippery, cum-soaked channel and I too drifted into sleep. *************** The next morning we were up early and we showered and breakfasted at the yacht club. When we got back to the boat the charter company employee was waiting for us at the boat. We quickly went through the hand over procedures and I signed all the necessary waivers and other documents. After he left I had to do some passage planning, purchase provisions and have them delivered, file papers and a `voyage plan' with the port authority, draw cash and do a number of other administrative tasks. Although the boys offered to assist, I knew that they would quickly become bored with the routine stuff and would then be more of a hindrance than a help. So I suggested that they take a taxi to the beach front and that Johan and the boys should show Dirk and Josh the sights. The boys thought this a good idea and so I gave them some money and sent them on their way, barefoot and shirtless, of course, with their beach bags slung over their brawny brown shoulders, like any other Durban boy on his way to the beach. I told them to be back by lunchtime. By lunchtime I had finished everything that I needed to do but there was no sign of the boys. An hour later I started to worry and I called Dirk's and Josh's mobile phone numbers but got no answer. I then called Johan's number but once again got no answer. Perhaps they were out in the waves and lost track of time, I thought. Another hour passed and I was starting to get mildly concerned. I decided to fetch my SUV from the parking garage over the road and go look for them on the beach front. When I found them I would take them to the Wimpy for lunch. I found a parking spot on the Marine Parade near the Wimpy and set off on foot along the promenade, walking slowly as I looked out for the boys. When I got to the public pools something made me go around the back toward the change house. In the distance I spotted a cute blonde boy leaning up against a lamp post outside the change house with his beach bag at his feet. Barefoot and shirtless, with one foot lifted against the lamp post behind him he waited quite alone with his thumbs hooked in the waistband of his tight shorts as he scanned left and right, smiling an invitation at every man as he passed by: All the unmistakable signs of a rent boy looking for business. My heart quickened as I considered the possibility of picking up this sexy kid for an hour or so of fun. Then my heart almost stopped as I realised that I was looking at Dirk. At the same moment I spotted Josh, also lounging against a lamp post, a little further on. As I stood rooted to the spot, wondering what the hell the boys were playing at, a hugely muscled man, obviously a bodybuilder, who had just passed Dirk, slowed down, turned around and came back. He was shaven-headed, bulging with tattooed muscle, and dressed only in board shorts and beach sandals. Towering above Dirk, they spoke briefly. Dirk grinned and wriggled as the man cupped a huge hand over Dirk's bulging shorts front and groped him for a short while. Dirk returned the favour. Then the man slipped a couple of notes into Dirk's waistband and the two of them set off in the direction of the change house, the man's beefy arm around Dirk's neck and Dirk's arm around the man's waist. Taking care not to be seen by Josh, I slipped into the change house after them. Judging from the sounds emanating from behind the closed doors, there were at least three change cubicles that were being used by rent boys and their clients and it was difficult at first to know which one was Dirk and the bodybuilder. Then I recognised Dirk's voice crying out briefly in pain as the bodybuilder presumably entered his anal channel. My protective instincts nearly compelled me through the door to rescue him, but fortunately I hesitated, and a moment later heard Dirk groaning `Oh yeah, fuck that ass!' and more of the same, as if he were acting in one of the gay porn movies that Josh was always bringing home. Actually, it was so theatrical that I nearly laughed out aloud. I sat in the cubicle next door and listened as the bodybuilder banged away furiously at my son's arse, the sounds of their fucking steadily increasing to a crescendo of grunting, moaning and the slapping of sweaty flesh until the man reached a bellowing climax. `Suck my cock clean!' I heard the man say and a short while later, `That was a pretty good fuck, kid, I'll def'nitely see you `round'. There was the sound of a door opening and of the sandalled footsteps of the bodybuilder slapping flatly against the tiled floor as he left. I opened my door and looked in on Dirk in the next cubicle. He was still naked and had his back to me as he bent over, using toilet paper to wipe up the cum dribbling out of his bumhole and running down the inside of his legs. His muscular brown body was shiny with sweat and he was still breathing heavily as if he had just had a hard work-out in the gym. My cock went instantly hard and I stepped into the cubicle and closed the door behind me. Obviously thinking it was the bodybuilder returned, Dirk turned around with a grin: `You want some more it's gonna cost ...' His words choked off in his throat and his eyes went wide with bewilderment as he recognised me. `Dad!', was all he could manage to cough out. I said nothing but looked him in the eyes as I stripped off my shirt and shorts. Dirk instantly recognised the lust in my eyes and smiled in relief as he reached out a hand to grip my bone hard cock. I spun Dirk around and pushed down on his neck with one hand to bend him over in the small space as I gripped my cock with the other hand and probed his crack with it. He bent even further, planted his feet apart and reached between his legs to guide my cock into his hole. I grabbed hold of Dirk's shoulders to hold him steady and then rammed my cock roughly into his fuck chute. Dirk cried out in pain, but even as he did so I pulled back and rammed my cock all the way in and again, drawing an even louder yell from him. `Oh please, Dad ... fuckit that hurts!' Ignoring his pleas I kept banging away at his arse and very quickly his yelping turned to moaning, first of pain and then of pleasure. As if he had learned from Johan, he began to participate in his fucking, so that after a while I stopped thrusting and allowed Dirk to fuck my cock with his strong and flexible anus. I very quickly reached climax and I wrapped my arms around Dirk's chest and lay against his strong back as the waves of intense pleasure convulsed my body. Finally I stood back and my cock came out with an audible slurp followed by a rush of cum that poured out of Dirk's still open hole and ran down his inner thighs. `That was amazing!', I said to Dirk, 'But now you better tell me what you boys are up to!' `Jeez, Dad! What's the big deal? We're just having some fun!' `Yes, but with total strangers?' `So do you Dad! Johan and Ben and Tiaan were all strangers when you first had sex with them. You were a stranger to them. Why can't we have sex with strangers too! What's the difference?' `The difference is that you are selling your body to these strangers!' `It's my body, Dad!', Dirk replied, `And what about you buying Johan's and them's bodies? Are you a better person if you buy than if you sell?' I stared at him for a moment. I was stumped. I could make no moral argument that he could not throw back at me, so I dared not go there. Had we known about the dangers of HIV in those days I would certainly have made that argument, but the fact is that we did not. `Okay, Dirk, I can see your point, but I wish you had spoken to me about it first.' `Sorry, Dad, but we didn't plan it. We just decided when we got here that it would be fun and we asked Johan to help us. Please don't be cross with him, he taught us a lot of stuff this morning that's gonna make us much better at fucking.' `Yes, I noticed!', I laughed and I went down on my knees to lap up the trickles of cum on Dirk's thighs. He returned the favour by sucking my cock clean and we then got dressed. `Let's go find the others', I said. We rounded up the other boys, although we had to wait a while for Josh to finish with his last `client'. Then we sauntered down to the beach where we spent an hour playing in the water and on the sand before picking up some takeaways at the beach front Wimpy and heading back to the boat. The wind along the Natal Coast at that time was a light south westerly. The predictions were that this would continue for another day, maybe two, so I decided that we should get under way as soon as possible to take advantage of the weather window for a comfortable, if slow, run to Richards Bay. So, after packing away the provisions; taking on fuel and water; briefing the boys on their roles, the watch system we would use and all the relevant safety measures; we radioed the port authority for permission to exit the harbour, slipped our lines and motored out of the harbour. The moment we passed the end of the breakwater the boys all cheered, yanked off their shorts and waved them above their heads in an exuberant salute to liberty. I realised that it was prompted as much by the sense of freedom and release that comes with faring out onto the open sea as it was in response the heat and humidity of the Natal Coast, so I did likewise. With the sun going down astern of us we turned onto a north-easterly course and hoisted the sails. We ran out the main sail on one side and poled out the big foresail on the other. Like great white wings the sails filled and lifted. I pressed the kill-switch and the powerful diesel engine stammered into silence. The boat surged under my bare feet like a gun dog loosed from the leash and her prow knifed through the gentle swell. Dirk, the only experienced sailor among the boys, showed off by standing on the prow, enjoying the occasional dash of spray as he leaned against the pulpit with his arms stretched out in the manner made famous by DiCaprio many years later in the movie `Titanic'. Johan, not to be outdone, stood directly behind him, trying to look as nonchalant as Dirk although his big brown hands gripped the pulpit rail on either side of him as if his life depended on it. The other boys sought the safety of the cockpit, their faces betraying the insecurity they felt at the unfamiliar, and to them unsteady, movement of a sailing boat now freed from the tether of mooring lines and the safety of the harbour. But their excitement and joy shone through the anxiety nevertheless and they seemed to gain in confidence by the minute. I knew they would quickly become accustomed to the motion as they realized that it was actually more regular, predictable and controlled than it seemed at first. Within an hour the fear had evaporated and they started moving around the deck, soon taking turns to stand where Dirk and Johan had stood and catch the occasional shower of spray. Although we would be on Auto-Steering for much of the passage, there would be times when it would be necessary to steer manually. So I used what was left of the light to give each boy a turn at the wheel, teaching him how to steer a compass heading while at the same time keeping the wind coming over the stern to keep the goose-winged sails filled. I taught them what to do if the wind changed; and I ordered that they should wake me if a wind change forced a course change or if any other vessel came into sight. During the hours of darkness Josh, Johan, Tiaan and Ben would spell each other in three hour watches while Dirk and I would spell each other on watch so that there would always be either Dirk or me plus one other on watch. As I did not know how most of the boys' stomachs would stand up to the motion of the boat I had thought it best to bring along a selection of sandwiches from the yacht club for supper. These the boys all wolfed down sitting on deck as the sun dropped below the horizon. So far no one seemed to be suffering with seasickness, for which I was grateful. The wind had been dropping gradually and within two hours it died completely. There was nothing for it but to take down the sails and continue under power. At least the inexperienced boys could concentrate on steering a compass heading without having to contend with the effect of the wind as well. The high excitement, the strenuous sexual activity that day and the night before, the heat of the sun and the exhilarating effect of the sea air all worked together to make the boys sleepy and, one by one, those off watch disappeared below to pass out on their bunks until they should be called on deck. Soon it was just Tiaan and I on watch together in the cockpit. The night air was warm and muggy. The sea was calm and we could feel the throbbing of the engine under our bare feet as we tracked steadily north-east. The helm was on Auto-Steer and all we had to do was check now and again that we were on course and out of danger, keep a lookout for other vessels and, every hour, plot a dead-reckoning position on the chart and complete the ship's log. In between we chatted about anything and everything and took turns fetching snacks and drinks from below. It was the first opportunity we had had of having a proper conversation since he had arrived the day before. `So, Tiaan,' I asked, `How's the gymnastics going?' `I'm still training hard, Mister!', he replied. `I can see that', I said, `It's giving you a fucking marvellous body'. He preened visibly and flexed his muscles in a couple of mock bodybuilder poses for me. `Ja, Mister', he said, proudly, `I got a great body ... and I'm strong and very fit. Lots of guys want to fuck me. Like Johan. Johan also has a great body. Him and me gets the most fucks on the beach front!' `When I saw you last, you were quite pale', I remarked, `Now you're as brown as the others'. `Ja, Mister, I'm working at the beach front now after school and the weekends. I do gymnastics in the evenings now'. `But how do you fit it all in?', I asked. `I dunno Mister ... I guess I'm not doing so good at school now', he said, a little regretfully. `What does your mom say about that?', I asked. `I'm not staying with my mom no more Mister,' he replied, `She kicked me out ... she said she don't have a rent boy for a son!' `My goodness, Tiaan!', I said, `So what do you do for a place to stay!' `I'm staying with my gymnastics trainer, Mister. Mr Painter. Remember I told you about him, Mister?' `Yes I do remember, he's the guy who promised you money and didn't pay and then basically extorted you into becoming a rent boy!', I replied. `Ja ... well ... I didn't have no choice, really, Mister. And if you think about it, he did me a favour really. I really love fucking with guys! And I'm really good at it, Mister! And I make good money from it!' `And what does he get out of it?', I asked. `Well ... he gets free fucks every night. And, Mister, he's a really good fuck, so I like doing that.' `And?', I pressed `And ... he gets half my money, Mister', he added `That seems a bit steep, isn't it?' Tiaan shrugged. `He pays the rent and the food, Mister ... and ... anyway Mister I got nowhere else to go!' `Tiaan, will you please stop calling me "Mister". Why don't you call me "Jonathan" or "Jonny" like Johan and Ben do', I said. Tiaan looked at me shyly a moment: `Can I call you "Uncle Jonathan" like Josh does?', he asked hesitantly. `Yes, sure you can ... if you prefer that', I replied. Tiaan beamed his pleasure, sidled up next to me on the varnished wood of the cockpit seat and put an arm around me. `Thanks, Uncle Jonathan. It makes me feel like there's someone I belong to. And thanks for taking me with you on the boat. No one has ever done such a nice thing for me. Josh is just so lucky ... I wish ...', he trailed off. I put my arms around him and hugged him back. I knew what the unspoken wish was, because I actually shared that wish. I was glad, though, that he did not articulate it. I did not think I would be able to refuse any of these boys if they wanted to come and live with Dirk, Josh and me, however problematic it might be! Tiaan's one hand dropped to rest on my upper thigh, his fingers casually resting against the flaccid shaft of my cock. Soon this touch, and the warm feel of his naked young body pressed against mine began to work its special magic and I felt my cock stirring into life. Tiaan felt the movement against his hand and instinctively closed his fingers around my hardening shaft. I looked down to see that his own impossibly long and thick fuck pole was standing at attention and bobbing against his impressively muscled belly. I reached down to take it in my hand. As we eagerly stroked each other's erected cocks, Tiaan lifted his face toward mine and sought my lips with his own. His tongue darted into my open mouth to tease and taste my own tongue. Even as I responded I marvelled at how confident and skilled he had become at this since his first clumsy efforts at the art of male sex just a few months before at the Rajah's Palace. With our mouths still clamped together I pulled Tiaan onto my lap, his knees on the seat on either side of my thighs, our rigid cocks pressed together. He closed his big hard hands around both our poles, massaging and rubbing them together as we continued to kiss. I put my hands under Tiaan's buttocks and started to lift him up, desperate to sink my throbbing cock into the sweet embrace of his fuck channel. Suddenly he slid off my lap: `Sorry, Uncle Jonathan!', he said, `I just gotta get some lube!' He scurried down the companionway ladder and moments later reappeared in the cockpit waving a big tube of lube gel. `I got supersize just in case!', he laughed. Tiaan generously slathered some gel on my cock and then handed the tube to me: `Please do my bum, Uncle Jonathan', he asked, and then turned his back to me, bent forward and spread his legs. I squirted some gel onto my fingers and spent a moment working it into and around Tiaan's eager and quivering hole. Then Tiaan stood up over my lap with his feet planted on either side of my thighs before quickly lowering himself onto my shaft, guiding it in with a hand reaching between his thighs. My swollen cock slid in all the way, tightly but easily. After working his bum ring a few seconds to accommodate the girth of my cock, Tiaan started raising and lowering himself on my shaft. As Tiaan fucked my cock vigorously with his body, his big boy sausage was bouncing repeatedly against my belly. I gripped it to steady it and then held it firmly so that he was effectively fucking my fist at the same time that he was fucking my cock. He grinned his enjoyment. Suddenly Tiaan's cock erupted with a geyser of cum that sprayed both our bellies and then ran like white lava over my fist and down his cock shaft. Tiaan stopped bouncing on my cock in that moment as his body went rigid and I felt his sphincter spasming exquisitely around my shaft, propelling me just as suddenly to a marvellous ejaculation deep inside him. Tiaan lifted my hand to his lips and licked his cum off my fingers. I put my arms around Tiaan's muscled back and held him tightly against me. I wanted to keep my still hard cock inside him and he seemed to want it to stay there too, putting his arms around my neck, clamping his mouth over mine and making no effort to get off me. We stayed like that until my cock eventually went soft and plopped out of him in a thick slither of cum that puddled on the seat between my thighs. I stood up and Tiaan licked up the puddle as if it was a special treat. An hour later Dirk came on deck to relieve me. Tiaan still had another hour of his watch to go, when he would be relieved by Johan, and two hours after that I would be back on watch with Johan. Johan would be relieved by Ben, and so we would rotate through the watches until dawn. The eagle-eyed Dirk immediately spotted the dried traces of cum on our bodies and Tiaan's big tube of gel. `Well I see you two enjoyed your watch together!', he grinned, his own cock starting to fill out at the thought. I laughed. `Yes, it's one way of getting through the boring bits', I said. `Ag, it's been at least an hour since me and Uncle Jonathan had a fuck!', Tiaan said smilingly as he stroked his own hardening monster, `I'm ready to go again if you want to!' `Okay, cool!', said Dirk, `Let me just do the hand over with my dad and then we can have some fun!' I left the two horny young sailor boys on deck and went below to catch some shut eye. At the foot of the companionway ladder I swung left into my cabin, closed the door and switched on the night light to find Johan grinning up at me from my bed, his big cock fully erected and bobbing up and down against his belly as he lay on his back with his head on a pillow. He patted the bed next to him. `I'm so horny, Jonathan, I can't sleep. I need a good fuck and you the only one awake below', he said. My own tiredness evaporated as if by magic and my cock boned up instantly as if in answer to Johan's plea. `Oh cool!' Johan said happily as I climbed onto the bed ... ********************** When the sun rose just off our starboard bow the next morning I was on my third stint on watch. I had just washed myself under the deck shower, which sucked seawater up through the hull with an electric pump. The cool seawater was refreshing in the muggy Natal Coast atmosphere and an added benefit was that it saved on fresh water, although this was not usually a problem on the short run from Durban to Richards Bay. Shortly after that a light south easterly wind had come up and Dirk and I once again hoisted the sails and stopped the engine. The sudden silence and the changed motion woke the boys sleeping below. Except for Josh, who had just gone off watch and was dead to the world, the boys emerged on deck one by one to greet the new day. I screwed my nose up at them in jest: `My gosh, you boys hone!', I said, `Anyone would think you'd been fucking all night by the look and smell of you!' `Very funny, Jonathan!', grinned Johan. `What else would we be doing! Sleeping? No chance!' `Well, you guys can all go and have a seawater shower on the foredeck. Dirk will show you how it works. And then we'll have some breakfast. We should be arriving in Richards Bay in a couple of hours and I want you looking at least reasonably respectable when we moor alongside at the yacht club.' `Okay, Skipper!' Johan said, cheerfully, grabbed the bucket with washcloth and liquid soap and went forward with Dirk. I watched Dirk and Johan playing under the water, their muscular tanned bodies glistening like burnished bronze in the golden light of the rising sun. They squirted soap on each other and soon they were covered from head to toe in white lather as they washed every inch of each other's bodies with great thoroughness and attention to detail. Ben and Tiaan then also joined in the fun. I had noticed before that sexual excitement was a great aid to cleanliness where the boys were concerned. When they showered alone it always seemed to me that they hopped in and out so quickly they barely got wet. But when they showered together, you had to eventually haul them out, they took so long. And so it was that morning. After a while I noticed that the soaping and lathering had given way to groping, probing and stroking, so I intervened before it turned into an orgy. Not that I had any problems about their having an orgy, but there were things to do. `Okay, boys, plenty of time for sex later!', I called out, `Cut that out and finish showering now, we have work to do before we arrive in Richards Bay'. `Aw, Dad, do we have to?', moaned Dirk. But the three rent boys, accustomed to having prompt obedience exacted from them on pain of a thrashing, immediately towelled themselves dry and scurried back to the cockpit. Dirk took his time finishing his shower, drying himself off, sauntering aft at his leisure and disappearing below with a toss of his head. The rent boys looked at me anxiously, not daring to speak, wondering how I would deal with this, to them blatant, display of insubordination. When I did and said nothing, they looked at each, relieved but perplexed. `Jeez, Uncle Jonathan', said Tiaan after a while, smiling hesitantly, `If I did that I woulda got my arse blistered!' `That's for sure!', added Johan. `Well, I wouldn't beat him just for disagreeing with me', I replied. `In my house we're all entitled to our own opinions about ... well ... everything. I'm the dad, so the boys generally respect my wishes, but sometimes they disagree ... and they're allowed to say so ... and sometimes their idea is better, so we do that!' `Wow, Uncle Jonathan, it's not like that where I live!', Tiaan said. `Mr Painter always says "it's my way or the high way!"' `What does that mean?', I asked. `I think it means "Do what I say or I whip the skin off your arse!"', Tiaan laughed, `Because one day when I said "Okay then I'll leave", he said "You're not going anywhere" and he whipped my arse purple with his thick leather belt'. `Henk also beats me and Ben for nothing!', added Johan. `Well, I believe that if the boys are old enough to make decisions about having sex, then they're old enough to make decisions about other things also', I said. `Jeez, Uncle Jonathan', I wish I could live in your house!', said Tiaan. `Me too, Uncle Jonathan!', Ben piped up and gave me an impromptu hug. Johan said nothing but his eyes caught mine and spoke his yearning. Then he said to Ben: `So it's "Uncle Jonathan" now?', he mocked. `Shut up, Johan, I like it', Ben retorted defensively. Johan ruffled his younger brother's blonde fuzz. `I'm just teasing you, pampoenkop! (pumpkin head)', he smiled, `I like it too. I think I'm also gonna call him "Uncle Jonathan"!' And he looked at me shyly as if asking my permission. `Of course you can', I said, `You can call me anything you like as long as you don't call me late for breakfast!' The boys chuckled politely at the weak joke. I got up and leaned my head into the open companionway hatch. `Dirk!', I called, `For being the last to finish showering you get to make breakfast!' There was a moment's silence and then Dirk's voice, cheerful again, wafted up to the cockpit: `I knew you would say that! I've already started!' I looked back at the other boys: `See? He's forgiven me already!' They smiled at this and then got up as one to go below and help Dirk. What a great bunch of kids, I thought to myself as I took control of the helm and switched off the Auto Steer. What father would not be proud to have been dealt such a hand? And what a crappy hand the boys had been dealt. Not much different from Josh, I realised ... how fortunate that we were able to rescue him. Could these boys be rescued too? Rescued for what? Could they ever be weaned off prostitution? Should they? Could I afford to take all of them in? Was it even worth trying? The only question that I knew the answer to right away was: Did I want to? Hell, yes, I really wanted to! These thoughts were tumbling over in my mind when Johan appeared in the cockpit with a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon for me. I was about to switch the Auto Steer on again when Johan stepped up to the wheel. `Please, Uncle Jonathan, can I steer for a bit?', he asked, his bright blue eyes sparkling in the morning sun. I am not sure if it was the belly-lurching power of the eyes or the `Uncle Jonathan' that finally did it, but right there and then I decided that, whatever it took, these boys would be coming to live with Dirk, Josh and me! Grinning like an idiot, I gave Johan a great bear hug, ruffled his blonde crew cut head and handed the wheel over to him. ***************