Koos Smit

Beach Front Boy

Chapter 6-8

Chapter Six

During the weeks and months that followed, the Durban rent boys and the many sexual revelations I had experienced with them were never far from my waking thoughts and they positively rampaged through my dreams every night. Sometimes Dirk was also in those dreams and I was once again a teenager: scarcely a night going by without a wet dream.

The effect of this on my relationship with my wife, Jennifer, was inevitable: the thing between us that had been there for years, and that had created a gap after my first encounter with the rent boys, now widened into a chasm and pretty soon it was clear to both of us that our marriage was on the rocks.

We agreed on a trial separation. My wife would go home to her parents in Cape Town with our young daughter and I would stay on in Johannesburg with Dirk. During the Christmas holidays we would get together in Cape Town and see what was to be done.

Dirk staying with me was partly a matter of simple practicality. He was in Grade 8 with friends who had been at school together for years and he was doing well both in his school work and at sport. It would have been an unnecessary disruption to move him at that late stage of the year.

But also, though they loved each other as mother and son, Dirk and his mother actually had very little in common. Jennifer (she would never allow anyone to call her Jenny) was a refined and cultured woman who appreciated the finer things in life. People often said, jokingly, that they wondered how the two of us ever got together. Well, 'many a true word spoken in jest,' as they say.

Dirk, on the other hand, was very much a 'frogs and snails and puppy dogs' tails' kind of boy, something that I had strongly encouraged ever since I had more or less taken charge of his upbringing when he turned seven. Disagreements over how Dirk should be brought up were pretty much the earliest indications of our incompatibility. I put my foot down when I realised that Dirk was absolutely miserable in the exclusive private school that Jennifer had chosen for him on the strength of its cultural program. He hated the choir and the piano lessons. He hated the drama and poetry classes. He hated the fact that there was no sport. He hated spending all his time indoors. Dirk was a strong, physical kid and all he wanted was to play rugby, wrestle, run, jump and swim with his rough and tumble neighbourhood friends.

Jennifer was mortified when I took Dirk out of the private school and placed him in the local school where the kids went barefoot most of the year round, where boys were encouraged to be boys and he learned to play the hard physical sports that he loved. Though she eventually grudgingly admitted that Dirk was much happier and that he was absolutely thriving in this environment, he became something of a stranger to her and they inevitably drew a little apart. I eventually realised that, like Lewis Carroll, she found boys to be 'an unattractive race of beings.' I think Dirk must have gotten that message too. Jennifer focused all her efforts on creating our daughter in her own image and as far as Dirk was concerned that was okay, as long as she let him be.

The first night that his mom was out of the house Dirk asked if he could sleep with me just that one time. I was not keen on this and at first I said no. After all, I was having sex with him in my dreams and I feared that having his hard young rugby player's body pressed naked against mine would make things uncomfortably real! But as Dirk pleaded I realised that he was upset and that he was particularly missing his mom right then, so I relented. I was glad I did, though, as I realised afterward that I needed the comfort of his warm body next to mine as much as he needed to be with me.

After that, it became his habit to sleep with me almost every night and I did not have the heart to send him away. Truth be told, I liked him sleeping with me and I missed having him snuggle in to me on the nights that he chose to sleep in his own room. This was usually when his best friend Josh stayed over or sometimes just because he wanted some privacy. He was a healthy and vigorous 13 year old just launching into that heady phase of sexual self-exploration and discovery. So when he chose to stay behind the closed door of his own room, I always gave him the space he needed.

I do confess, however, that I would often satisfy my curiosity the next day by checking his room for signs of sexual activity. My search was invariably rewarded with tell-tale signs like wads of cum-soaked tissue paper in the waste basket or cum stains on his sheets. Once or twice I found dog-eared, well-thumbed copies of porn magazines. These were obviously doing the rounds among the boys at school as they were gone the next time I looked. This was, of course, long before PCs, smartphones, tablets and webcams opened an exciting world of internet porn to a whole generation of eternally grateful youth.

Curiously, Dirk seemed not have gone to any lengths to hide these magazines. Mostly they were carelessly stuffed into his bedside drawer or under his pillow. On one occasion the magazine was lying openly on his bedside cabinet. At first I just thought that Dirk was rather careless. What if his mom had seen them? Then I realised that he would never have left the magazines lying around when his mom was still at home. It dawned on me that it was actually a compliment in a way: It meant that he trusted me enough not to feel that he had to hide things away from me. Dirk and I had always had a pretty close relationship as the 'men of the house' and I had always encouraged him to feel that he could talk to me about anything at all. This may just have been his way of telling me about what was especially interesting to him at that time.

Something else that intrigued me was the fact that, unlike the other magazines that Dirk had brought home, the one that he left lying open on his bedside cabinet was a Dutch gay boy magazine that showed stunningly beautiful teen and pre-teen boys eagerly engaged in oral and anal sex with each other and with grown men. After I got over my initial surprize I realised, with some excitement and a budding sense of anticipation, that Dirk was at the age of development and experimentation in which his sexual preferences were not yet settled and it was perfectly natural that he should be exploring all avenues of sexual stimulation.

But if Dirk was communicating with me by leaving the porn magazines open to discovery, what was he saying by leaving this particular one in plain view? I let him know I had seen the mag by putting it on his pillow.

When he came home from rugby practice that day he went straight to his room. Normally the first thing he would do was put his music on full blast and bang around in his room for a while before going to have a shower or a swim. This time he was dead quiet and I knew that he was digesting the fact that I had seen the boy mag and deciding how to handle it. When he finally came out of his room he was naked, except for a towel knotted loosely around his waist, and he hung around me, flexing his muscles, fiddling with his balls, fidgeting about and engaging in unaccustomed small talk as if dancing around something he really wanted to say but couldn't figure out how to. I didn't know how to broach the subject either. After all, it may have been just my imagination in overdrive. So I just let him prattle on until eventually he gave up and padded off on his bare feet for a shower.

After this I began to notice other things that may or may not have been Dirk's attempts to communicate something to me that he could not put into words: He seemed to be going about the house naked a lot more than I was used to seeing. Nakedness had never been an issue in our house. Both of us always slept naked. It was kind of our 'thing' as the 'men' of the house (Jennifer never slept naked herself and she did not approve of our doing so) but it would usually be restricted to the bathroom and the bedroom. Occasionally we might strip at the poolside and swim in the nude. But none of us ever wandered about the house, sat down to watch TV or messed about in the garden naked. Dirk started doing all of these things. He also seemed to go out of his way to dress and undress in front of me. He seemed to linger over it, always front on and catching my eye, for all the world as if he were flirting with me. Whenever I got into the shower, Dirk would turn up unbidden and get in with me. This was not unusual in itself. We had often showered and bathed together when he was younger, but as he approached puberty it had become less frequent. Suddenly it was happening all the time. And then also, instead of going to bed before me as he usually did, Dirk started finding all sorts of excuses to wait up and go to bed at the same time as I did.

Then one night when we showered together after supper Dirk's unruly young penis boned up, as it often did, but whereas normally Dirk would try to cover it with his hands and dissolve in giggles, this time he closed a fist around it and pulled at it slowly while looking me straight in the eye, wordlessly inviting me to touch him, or so it seemed to my superheated imagination.

My cock erected virtually instantly and it seemed to me that Dirk was looking at it hungrily as he continued to stroke his own. My heart was thumping in my throat and I almost stopped breathing as all my fatherly instincts dissolved in an onrush of lust. Dirk let go his cock and reached towards me with his hand. Convinced that he was going to take hold of my swollen dick I shoved the shower door open and stepped out hastily, almost stumbling over the threshold.

I stood for a while and watched Dirk through the clear glass of the shower door, a towel draped around my waist in a futile effort to hide my raging erection. Dirk grinned at me, pointed at the tented towel front and gave me a thumbs up sign.

Suddenly it was as if my eyes had been peeled and I was looking at Dirk for the first time. My boy had an athletic, well-proportioned body. Blue eyed and golden haired, he had a musculature that was the envy of all his peers and, indeed, of many an older boy at school. His honey-brown skin was smooth and hairless, except for his well-muscled forearms and legs, which were lightly dusted with a glistening golden down. His feet were broad and well-formed. Like most South African boys, they were brown, hard and leather soled from going barefoot most of the time. His cock and balls had always been impressively large for his age, a subject for ribald comment among family and friends when Dirk was still a baby and a source of some pride for me as evidence that Dirk was a 'chip off the old block.' Now I realised that the onset of puberty had bestowed an especial favour upon Dirk in that region. He was really well hung! A few wispy golden pubic hairs sprouted around the base of his cock.

Dirk got out of the shower soon after. As I was about to lift my bathrobe off the hook, Dirk put out his hand to stop me.

"Leave it Dad. Let's go watch TV kaalgat (naked)!"

I looked at my son's smiling face quizzically, one eyebrow raised.

"Come on, Dad, don't be a naff! Bathrobes are for sissies and girls and this is a man's house now!"

I suddenly realised that it was somehow important for him. Perhaps it was some kind of primal male bonding thing. I pulled him against me and hugged him.

"Sure Dirk, I don't mind going about 'free willy' if you want me to."

Dirk smiled his pleasure and I kept my hand on his broad shoulder as we went together to the TV room.

On the way Dirk pulled away from me and popped into his bedroom.

"Go on, I'll be there now," he said to me.

I had already settled comfortably into a sofa when he arrived. I patted the seat next to me and Dirk plonked his butt in it, lifted his legs sideways onto the sofa and leaned into me. I put my arm around his back and reached down to rest my hand on his smooth round bottom.

Dirk was especially fidgety as we sat together in front of the TV. He seemed distracted and kept fiddling with his cock, which had boned up again and did not seem to want to subside. I thought it best to ignore it, even though it was soon obvious that Dirk wanted me to take notice and that he was fiddling with it specifically to keep it erected. I felt more than a little uncomfortable with where this seemed to be going and eventually I suggested that we call it a night and go to bed.

Normally Dirk would have raised objections but this time he jumped up at once.

"Ja, let's go to bed!" he said eagerly and trotted off ahead of me.

When I got to my room Dirk was lying on his back on top of the covers, his hands clasped behind his head on the pillow. The boner was still strongly in evidence and I could not help feeling a pang of pride for my boy's sex equipment. He was physically beautiful and pretty well developed for his age. The thought popped into my mind that he was at least as well equipped as any of the rent boys I had seen. What on earth was I thinking? I tried to shut my mind to the association but it was a half-hearted effort at best and I could feel my cock hardening rapidly as I looked down at my boy.

Dirk noticed and grinned triumphantly. I realised that he knew that it was he who was doing this to me, and that he enjoyed doing it.

I sat down quickly on my side of the bed with my back to Dirk.

"Don't be shy Dad! See, I'm not!" he taunted gently, grabbing his stiff cock and waggling it about.

Then I spotted the boy mag lying on the cabinet next to the bed. Dirk must have fetched it from his room and put it there when I had gone on to the TV room earlier.

I picked it up and held it out to Dirk.

"And this?" I asked

"I know you saw it the other day!" he replied, unabashed.

"And so?" I asked.

"So what do you think?"

"About what? I asked.

"I want to do that with you!" he replied

I looked at Dirk, totally at a loss for words.

"I know you also want to, Dad, I've seen how you check me out! And just check the boner you got now!"

"Dirk…," I started and then trailed into speechlessness again.

"Come on Dad! I've been leaving you clues for a month now. And I knew you got it finally when you found that mag and didn't say anything."

"Dirk…," I started again, "I mean… where did you even get the idea that I might be interested in boys?"

"Oh come on, Dad! You've been perving on my mates for ages. I would have been jealous if you hadn't been perving on me too!"

I laughed.

"Gosh, has it been that obvious?"

"Jeez, Dad! Even Josh noticed. He thinks you're hot!"

Dirk jabbed his finger at a page in the boy mag:

"We talked about how cool it would be if you would do this with us"

I leaned over and looked at a photograph of a lithe young boy on all fours sucking the cock of another young boy kneeling in front of him while at the same time taking a burly man's giant cock up his arse.

"But Dirk… you're my son… how could we possibly?"

"They're doing it!" Dirk replied, "It says there «Papa neukt zoon». Means «Dad fucks son»."

"I know what it means, Dirk, but that's just a story… ten to one they're not even related."

"They look related."

I took another look. They did look related.

"That's beside the point, Dirk. Even if they are… and I really do doubt it… it doesn't mean it's okay for us to do it. You do know it's illegal, right?"

"No, I didn't," he replied, "But so what? I won't tell anyone! Will you?" he added with a sly grin.

I looked at Dirk for a long while as my conscience skirmished with my lust.

Then, ever so slowly, I let out a long sigh of surrender and lay back on the bed. I turned my head to face Dirk. He was sitting on his haunches facing me. I raised an eyebrow quizzically at Dirk. He hesitated, uncertain of my intent.

"Well?" I asked, "Are you going to take all night?"

Dirk's handsome face beamed his delight. He shuffled closer on his knees. Gingerly he reached out a hand and touched my swollen hard cock, fingering it awkwardly, lifting it up, wrapping his strong hand around it as far as it would go and giving it a few tugs.

"Wow, it's heavier than I thought," he mused, now using both hands to encircle its girth.

Then, "What must I do?" he asked, his boyish voice made cutely husky with anticipation.

"It's your show, my boy, play with it… use your imagination!"

Dirk obviously suddenly remembered that he got the best feeling from stimulating the tip of his cock, so he steadied the base of my shaft with one hand and started pumping just below my cock head with his other hand. His hard hands moved a little jerkily and clumsily, but he was slowly getting the hang of it and my obvious enjoyment was steadily building his confidence.

I slid my hand up Dirk's smooth hairless thigh and closed my fingers around his thick uncircumcised cock where it bobbed hard and erect against the ridged muscles of his belly. I liked the feel of steely hardness under the soft fleshiness of the skin, like a dagger in a velvet sheath.

Dirk sucked in his breath with delight as I began to roll his cock head between my thumb and forefinger. As I rapidly stimulated the highly sensitive nerves at the point where the shaft joined his cock head his mouth dropped open, his muscles tightened, his toes curled and his bright blue eyes misted over with total self-absorption. As the pleasure increased he stopped pumping my cock, closed his eyes and concentrated totally on his own enjoyment.

I stopped what I was doing. Instantly Dirk's eyes popped open.

"Jeez Dad, don't stop!" he cried out.

"Okay, but you have to do your bit too," I replied.

"Okay, okay, Dad, I'm sorry! I'll keep wanking you! Please keep doing that, it feels way the best I've ever had!"

We resumed pleasuring each other, though Dirk kept stopping and starting as the waves of sexual pleasure washed over his taut little body. I did not want to push him to climax too soon, so each time this happened I would stop stimulating his cock head for a while and instead featherstroke his tightened nuts with my fingers or reach around his buttocks to play with the soft pink bud of his anus for a while.

At one point Dirk said, "Wait, I want to try this!" and went straight down to take my cock head in his mouth. At once he pulled off again, his face screwed up in distaste:

"Ptoo!" he spat, "What's that slimy stuff?"

I laughed.

"You know what that is!" I said, "It's precum. See, it's the same stuff that's dribbling out of your cock."

Dirk looked down at the clear slippery precum oozing from the tip of his cock. I scooped some of it up with a finger and licked it off.

"It's the natural lube your cock makes so it can slide easily in and out of a girl's vagina," I explained, "Or a boy's bumhole!" I added.

"Okay, cool!" he replied, "Is it okay to go in your mouth?"

"Sure it's okay!"

"What about cum?" he asked.

"Cum is also okay. Lots of guys love the taste of cum."

"Do you?"

"Sure. I'm going to eat your cum just now."

"Wow, that's just so cool!" said Dirk, "Okay, let me try again."

He lifted my engorged cock in both hands and reached down toward it with his tongue out. He stabbed hesitantly at the precum now dribbling copiously from my piss hole with his cute pink tongue and then sat back on his haunches as he tasted it.

"Ja, that's okay," he said, half to himself, "Tastes a bit salty, like the sweat on my skin."

Then he went back down again and lapped up all the rest of the dribble before taking my swollen cock head into his wide warm mouth.

His teeth snagged the sensitive purple flesh a couple of times so I gently pulled his head off my cock and got to my knees.

"Your teeth are getting in the way a bit, Dirk, let me show you how to do it," I offered.

"Gee, thanks Dad!" said Dirk, "Josh also complains about my teeth, but he doesn't know how to do it properly either."

"You and Josh have been trying this stuff?" I asked. My goodness, Dirk was full of surprizes, I thought.

Dirk blushed, realising he had been indiscreet.

"You won't tell his mom, will you?… Please Dad, I shouldn't have opened my big mouth… Are we in big trouble now?"

I laughed.

"Of course not, Dirk, what you boys get up to is your own business. And I'd rather you felt comfortable to try all this stuff with a friend at home than with strangers in their cars or in the public lavatories."

Dirk looked relieved.

The thought of Dirk and Josh trying out boy sex in the room next to mine made me even hornier than I was. Josh was a good looking boy. He had navy blue eyes and sandy hair but otherwise had a similar build and muscularity to Dirk. He lived alone with his mother, being the product of a one night stand his mother had had with some man whom she never saw again. His mother worked six days a week at a low paying job to support the pair of them, so Josh was left to his own devices much of the time.

Josh had a naughty streak that got him in lots of trouble but that really endeared him to me. Dirk's stories about Josh's latest escapades always made me smile. He was mischievous, curious and resourceful, which led him to test boundaries and take risks. He was always the first to try out what was forbidden. He was that boy who swore like a trooper and smoked in the bicycle shed; who smuggled booze to church camps and porn magazines to school. Once he nearly got expelled for growing a cannabis plant for a biology project. But at heart he was loyal, fearless and honourable and the kind of friend you would want to have at your back in a jam.

Needless to say, my wife detested him and would never allow him in the house when she was around. Since she left Josh visited often and he fitted right in.

"But you need to be careful who you tell about it," I warned Dirk, "And especially about you and me doing it. Most people think it is wrong. That's why it's illegal. And if it ever gets to the wrong ears it could cause a hell of a lot of trouble. You understand?"

"Yes Dad, I understand," said Dirk, impatient to get on with the lesson, "Now can you show me how to suck already?"

I spent the next half hour lovingly teaching my young son all that I knew about sucking cock: everything that I had learned from the rent boys of the Durban beach front: Johan, Ben, Pedro, Adi and Kris. He took to it like a duck to water, eagerly absorbing and mastering every nuance in technique and immediately thinking up and experimenting with variations of his own.

At one time Dirk pulled my cock out of his mouth to say:

"Jeez, Dad, I can't wait to do this with Josh. It's gonna blow his mind! Can he please, please sleep over tomorrow night… please?"

"We'll talk about it later, Dirk," I managed to squeeze out breathlessly, "Now suck my cock before it explodes!"

"Sorry, Dad!" he grinned, and slurped my cock back into his mouth, his blue eyes sparkling with excitement as they looked up at me over the thick, bulging-veined shaft of my cock sliding wetly in and out of his wide-stretched lips.

Seconds later those eyes widened in surprize as my cock spasmed into a pulsing climax, squirting great gushes of warm thick cum into the back of Dirk's mouth. Caught unprepared, Dirk forgot to swallow and he spluttered, choked and coughed as his mouth and even his nasal passage filled to overflowing. Cum spurted out of the corners of his mouth and bubbled out of his nostrils to run down my cock shaft onto my belly. Dirk pulled his head off my cock and sucked in air to regain his breath. This set him off on another bout of coughing and spluttering and sent a river of cum running out of his mouth, down his chin and neck onto his chest. At the same time my cock spat out the last few spurts of cum all over Dirk's cute young face.

As he recovered from the spluttering Dirk started laughing.

"Jeez, Dad, that was awesome!" he called out delightedly, his tongue already out to lap up the globs of cum around his mouth that he could reach.

"Why didn't you swallow, you pampoen (pumpkin)!" I asked.

"I forgot, Dad! I didn't realize it would be so much and so fast!"

"Well now you better lick up all the mess you made!" I said.

"Okay!" Dirk replied and immediately got on with it.

"So you like eating cum?" I observed as he lapped up every splodge of cum he find on my cock and my belly.

"Sure, it tastes good!" Dirk replied, "And it's protein, so it can help bulk me up when I work out in the gym!" he winked.

When he was done he lay back on the bed and pushed his still rock hard cock into the vertical:

"Now it's my turn, Dad!" he said with a wide-mouthed grin, his eyes shiny with lust and anticipation.

I lay between his outstretched legs and took his cock into my mouth. I spent the next half an hour strenuously licking and sucking my son's cock, in between turning my attention to his balls, his belly, his toes and elsewhere for short periods so as to delay climax and heighten the pleasure.

When I finally allowed him to climax, his whole body shook and shuddered with an explosion of ecstasy that nearly made him faint with its intensity. I was pleasantly surprised by the force and quantity of creamy boy cum that shot into the back of my mouth. I spat it out onto his belly so that he could see how much of it there was before I licked it all up again.

"Wow! Dad! That was fantastic!" Dirk cried out, "Gosh, I wish I could make it feel like that!."

He jumped up and hugged me tight.

"Thanks Dad, you're the best! Love you lots!" he said happily.

With the boundless energy and inexhaustible libido of a 13 year old, Dirk was ready to go some more within minutes of his climax, but by then I was tired and wanted to go to sleep.

"Come on, Dad, we haven't done this yet!" Dirk demanded, showing me the boy mag and jabbing his finger at a close up photo of "Papa's" giant cock ramming his son's well-stretched arse.

"Dirk, you're definitely not ready to take my cock in your bum yet. Your bumhole will be helluva sore and will probably bleed. Imagine I have to take you to the doctor and try to explain what happened."

Dirk giggled at the thought.

"Dad, Josh "n me have been practising with our fingers… and with some carrots. I'm sure I'll be able to take your cock up my bum?"

"How long have you been practising?"

"I've been practising for a week now, Dad, every night! Josh has been doing it longer. When he stayed over last week he got a cucumber half way in."

"Sounds like Josh may be about ready, but you will probably need more practice."

"C'mon Dad, please let's have a go!"

"Not tonight, Dirk. Anyway, we don't have any lube jelly. I'll get some tomorrow morning and then we'll see, maybe tomorrow night."

"I've been using Nivea body cream when I practise. Can't we use that?"

"Dirk, enough now! I'm not fucking your arse tonight and that's that. I'm going to read a bit and then I'm going to sleep."

"Okay Dad, then I'm gonna practise while you read."

Dirk swung out of bed and padded off to his room to fetch his bottle of body cream and to the kitchen to fetch a medium sized carrot. When he got back he squirted some of the cream onto his finger and lubricated his anus with it before trying to insert his finger into it.

"It's always so tight and hard at first!" Dirk complained.

I showed him how to relax his anus by making as if he was going to press a putty. After a while he got the hang of it.

"Hey!" he called out triumphantly, "It worked! Went in much quicker! Watch me finger-fucking myself"

Dirk lay on his back with his legs pulled up and finger-fucked himself for a long time while I read my book. By the grunts coming from his side of the bed he was obviously enjoying it.

"Hey!" Dirk suddenly called out delightedly, "I got two fingers in now!"

I let him carry on for a while before I decided it was time to put my foot down.

"Okay, Dirk, that's enough for tonight. It's really time for bed!"

Dirk's face showed his disappointment. "Please Dad, can I just do the carrot now?"

"Okay, but then that's it!"

Dirk lubed the carrot with body cream and slowly slid it into his fuck chute, millimetre by millimetre. Finally, with lots of grunting, wheezing and panting he got it all the way in.

"Watch this, Dad!" he said, swivelling around on his back to show me the carrot going into his anus. He pushed in the last centimetre with the tip of his finger and his sphincter shut as the carrot disappeared inside him.

"Now you don't see it..." he said.

Then suddenly the carrot jetted all the way out like an expelled turd and landed on the bed.

"... And now you do!" Dirk guffawed his delight at the joke.

Then he picked up the carrot and shoved it in again, this time sliding in smoothly without hitch. He spent a few minutes fucking himself hard and fast with the carrot, mainly to convince me that he could, after all, take a cock up his bumhole.

Finally he pulled the carrot out and squinted at it, his face screwed up in distaste.

"Jeez, Dad, check the bits of shit on the carrot and on my fingers!"

I laughed.

"That happens, I'm afraid, but I'll teach you how to clean your hole out before you have sex in future."

Dirk looked uncertain about that but he went off to the bathroom where he flushed the carrot down the toilet and rinsed both his hands and his bumhole before coming back to bed.

When Dirk got back into bed he asked again if Josh could sleep over the following night. He could not wait to try out his new found skills with his best friend.

"Please Dad, it's Friday tomorrow so it's not a school night."

"Okay, Dirk, but you have to promise not to get me involved. You two can do whatever you want in the privacy of your room, but you must not tell him about you and me!"

"But Dad, it's much more fun with you!"

"Dirk, I'm not doing this stuff with Josh, you can forget it! If Josh ever tells someone we'll have big problems on our hands."

"Who's he gonna tell, Dad, it's just Josh and his mom and he never tells her anything. I don't think she would care anyway. She told him yesterday that she wishes he was never born!"

"Well, it's too soon, Dirk, let's just wait and see. Maybe some time when I know him better… but not now."

"You'll never know him better than you do now, Dad! He thinks you're really cool and he would do anything for you. And I know you like him, Dad!"

"I do like Josh, Dirk, but that doesn't mean it's a good idea to have sex with him!"

After a long silence Dirk said "Ag please don't be like that, Dad."

"I'm serious, Dirk!"

"G'night, Dad"

I realised that Dirk had fixed his eyes on the goal and was not going to let anything get in his way. It was one of the characteristics about Dirk that made him a good leader and an excellent rugby player. It was something I loved about him, though it could sometimes be enormously frustrating. I knew there was no point in discussing it further. He was not going to give me the undertaking I wanted.

So I just sighed and kissed him on the forehead.

"Good night, Dirk. Sleep well"

Dirk turned onto his side and then shuffled backward until his warm brown back pressed up against my belly and his head against my chest. I put my arms around him and enjoyed the feel of his hard round buttocks pressed up against my groin. My cock responded despite my tiredness and hardened against his bottom. As it swung slowly into full erection I wriggled my hips about until my cock nestled comfortably lengthwise between his warm butt crack and my belly. I felt Dirk's strong young hand reach behind him and between us, push my cock down and straddle it between his thighs. I felt his strong young body relax gradually under my arms as he surrendered himself to sleep. My cock was still hard in the grip of his beefy young thighs as I too slipped into sleep, and my dreams were utterly marvellous.

***

When I picked Dirk up from school after rugby practice the next afternoon, Josh was waiting with him. I looked at the pair of them as they stood barefoot on the pavement in their rugby shorts and shirts, kitbags on their backs and school bags in their hands, and I thought what a picture of healthy, happy South African boyhood they presented.

"Hey stoutgatte (badasses)!" I greeted the pair of them.

"Hey Dad!" said Dirk and "Hey Uncle Jonathan!" said Josh, grinning hugely.

They chucked their kit in the back of the SUV and climbed into the back seat.

"So how are you doing, Josh?"

"I'm good Uncle Jonathan, and you?" Josh replied.

"I'm great thanks."

The ride home was quieter than it usually was with two naturally boisterous 13 year olds pumped up from rugby practice in the back seat. I sneaked glances at them in the rearview mirror and they seemed to have their heads together a lot, sniggering and whispering excitedly. I was sure I knew what it meant: Dirk had already recounted his experience of the night before to his best friend and now they were anticipating some three way action.

"You boys are pretty quiet back there?" I eventually said.

"We're just talking about stuff, Dad," grinned Dirk.

I decided to brazen it out:

"About getting stuffed, did you say?"

Josh looked taken aback, while Josh laughed out loud.

"No, Dad… just…," Dirk spluttered.

"He knows, man!" laughed Josh, "Hey Uncle Jonathan, that's pretty funny!"

"Thank you, Josh," I said wryly, "I'm glad someone is awake back there."

"Ha Ha Funny, Dad!" said Dirk, "I got it! Duh! You just took me by surprize is all!"

"Sorry, Dirk, I just wanted to get out in the open what you were whispering about."

"Okay, Dad, sorry. We won't talk behind your back again."

"Uncle Jonathan," said the ever direct Josh, "Me "n Dirk want you to teach us how to fuck!"

"Well, don't be shy, Josh!" I replied, "Just come right out with it!"

Dirk punched his buddy on the arm.

"Hey, have you got no manners, man? I said wait till we get home!" he reprimanded Josh.

"Hey, sorry, man!"

"Okay, boys, let's not get het up now!" I interjected, "Josh is right. It's always better to get right to the point and not fanny about!"

"Fanny about!" Josh repeated, chuckling as he nudged Dirk in the ribs with his elbow, "Your Dad always cracks me up with his funny sayings!"

Dirk squinted at Josh as if to say "oh please shut up" but then joined in the chuckle.

"Well," I said, "Since we're getting right to the point about things, let me just say that I told Dirk that I can't do this stuff with you Josh. Although I like you a lot, you're not my kid at the end of the day and I just can't accept the responsibility, not to mention the risk, of getting involved with you sexually."

"Please, Uncle Jonathan, I've never ratted on a friend in my life and I never will! I will never get you into trouble over this! You can trust me!"

I knew that this was true. Josh was that kind of boy. When he and a buddy had been caught stealing cigarettes from a corner café at the age of 10, Josh had taken the rap for it, swearing that his buddy was not involved. I knew about it because Dirk had asked me to step in and help his friend, since he did not have a father of his own and his mother had washed her hands of the matter. I mediated between the café owner and the police to keep Josh out of real trouble. In the end the deal was that the café owner would not press charges if Josh took an off the record beating. I explained to Josh and his mom that Josh would escape without a criminal record that would haunt him for the rest of his life but that he had to understand that his actions drew consequences. The police gave him a caning across his bare buttocks that left him with a latticework of welts oozing blood, but he took it without crying and never breathed a word about it to the buddy that he had protected. I witnessed the whole ordeal, sitting astride the end of wooden bench he had to lie on, his hands gripping mine so tightly that they felt arthritic afterward. Josh and I always had a special bond from that day on. And he had never stolen anything again.

"I know that, Josh. I know that I could trust you with my life, or with Dirk's. It's one of the things I love about you. But it's not really about that. It's about that… you're not my kid… it's really not my decision to make."

"Please, Uncle Jonathan, I'm the one that wants it… It's my own body," Josh pleaded.

"Well, really… your mom has the responsibility for what you do with your body until you turn 16!" I replied.

"Jeez, Uncle Jonathan, my mother! She doesn't care what happens to me! When I told her this morning "See you tomorrow" she said "Do I have to?" She doesn't even know where I'm going. She doesn't care enough to ask! I'm sorry, but how can she have responsibility for my body?"

"I understand, Josh, I really do, and I know it's not fair, but…"

"Uncle Jonathan, you said to Dirk that he must rather have sex with a boyfriend at home than in the public lavatory or a stranger's car."

"That's true, Josh"

"Well, do you like me enough to do the same for me, or do you rather want me to go cruise for pedos down at the railway station?"

I was dumbstruck for a moment. I had not considered this angle. There could be no doubt that if Josh was determined to have sex with a man it would be far better and safer for him to have it with me in the security of my home than with some total stranger goodness knows where. Was there an element of blackmail here? Was he saying, if you don't help me I'll go cruise for pedos at the railway stations? And what did he know about pedos at the railway station, anyway?

"You make a very good point, Josh. Did you ever think that maybe you should become a lawyer or a politician?"

Josh grinned his pleasure at the compliment.

"Okay, tell you what," I said, "If you're really sure that you want to learn about man sex and that you're completely ready for it, then I am prepared to teach you along with Dirk. Don't come later and say that I seduced you or corrupted you. This has to be your decision. At any time if you decide that it's not for you, you don't have to do it and we can stay friends. Finally, this is absolutely a secret between us that we will all take to our graves. Understood?"

"Understood!" said Josh, his face showing his delight, "Uncle Jonathan, you're just the best! I wish you were my dad!"

We had just arrived home and the boys burst out of the car, grabbed their kit and ran on inside the house, their hard bare feet thudding in unison on the brick paving. As I followed them I wondered momentarily whether I had not adopted Josh's argument a little too easily as a convenient rationalisation of what I really wanted to do in the first place. Perhaps… perhaps not. But the die was cast and there was no going back now. I put the thought out of my mind.

Once through the front door the boys left a trail of bags, shirts and shorts leading all the way to my bathroom. I picked up their stuff and dumped it in Dirk's bedroom.

I heard the shower running and then the boys calling for me to hurry up and join them.

"Already?" I called out, "Are you serious? I just want to relax at the pool with a beer for a bit"

"Come on, Dad, we want to get started!"

"When I've finished my beer!" I said firmly.

The boys watched me with interest as I stripped naked, knotted a towel around my waist, fetched a beer from the fridge and went out to sit at the poolside in the warm afternoon sun.

"It's much thicker than a cucumber…," I heard Josh saying to Dirk as I passed by.

Moments later the boys came barrelling down and dived into the pool, as I knew they would.

After much boisterous and energetic frolicking about in the sparkling water they got out and lay alongside each other, face down on the warm brick paving, drying their bodies.

"Can we also have a beer, Dad?" asked Dirk.

"If you're man enough to have sex I'm sure you're man enough to have a beer! You know where they are."

"Cool!" the boys called out in unison and dashed inside to fetch a beer each and another for me.

I dived into the pool while they were in the house and they joined me there when they returned. We rough-housed in the pool for about half an hour, with the boys continually tackling me, hanging off my shoulders and trying to wrestle me under the water. I enjoyed the physical contact with their strong young bodies and it was obvious that they were enjoying it too. By the time we got out we were all three sporting raging erections. We sat drying in the sun and drank our beers.

Suddenly Josh leaned over and closed his hand around my shaft.

"Jeez, Uncle Jonathan," said Josh, "I can see where Dirk gets his big dick from! This thing is fucken massive!"

I laughed.

"Thanks for the compliment, Josh." I reached over and squeezed Josh's long, slightly curved erection, "You're pretty well hung yourself, you know!"

Josh's cock swelled even harder under my fingers and he practically preened with male pride. Like all boys, Josh's sense of himself as a man was closely centred on his sexual equipment. And Josh was quite as well-endowed in that area as Dirk. I was really looking forward to enjoying his sexy young body later.

"By the way, Josh, what do you know about the pedos at the railway station that you mentioned earlier?"

Josh blushed a little and I noticed Dirk give him a little kick against his calf.

"Okay, out with it! What's the story?"

Dirk glared at Josh and shook his head almost imperceptibly.

"Dirk, I can't lie to your Dad! He's been really good to me and I told him he could trust me always!"

Dirk dropped his head.

"Okay, Josh, go ahead," he mumbled.

"Uncle Jonathan, there's boys who hang around the railway station in the evening to get picked up by pedos for cash"

"Yes?"

"Well, Dirk and me went there a couple weeks ago… just to see what was going on… we were just curious and I needed some money."

"Yes?" this time with more edge, and Dirk looked like he wished he could disappear into thin air.

"Well, we got in the car with these two guys and we parked under the railway bridge and they wanted us to suck them off. So we tried but they said we were crap at it so they booted us out and didn't pay us. So we just went home. We didn't go again."

"True, Dad, it was just the one time!" added Dirk.

I sat in silence for a very long moment, digesting this revelation and trying to get my raging emotions in check before deciding how to handle this. The boys fidgeted nervously in front of me. I suddenly noticed that, despite the boys" nervousness and my anger, none of our erections had subsided. The realisation forced a chuckle out of me. The boys looked relieved.

"Okay, boys, promise me two things and I will overlook this"

"Sure, Dad, anything!" Dirk said at once.

"What are the promises?" asked the more wary Josh.

"First, you must promise me that you will never go cruising pedos at the railway station again."

"I promise, Dad," said Dirk.

"And the other thing?" asked Josh.

"You must promise that you will not use what I teach you to go selling sex for money."

"I promise, Dad!" said Dirk.

Josh was silent.

"Josh?" I prodded

"Uncle Jonathan, I can't make a promise that I can't keep!" he said.

"What on earth do you mean?" I asked in astonishment.

"Uncle Jonathan, my mom is battling at the moment. She just lost her job and with the boozing I don't know if she'll get another one. We need money and I don't know how else to get it. I want you to teach me man sex because I want to enjoy it with you like Dirk does. And I want to do sex with Dirk properly because he's my best friend and I love him. But I can't promise I won't use it to earn the money we need to live."

My anger evaporated instantly.

"Oh, my poor Josh," I said, "Look, Josh, first of all, you will never need to earn money that way while I'm around. You're a good friend to Dirk and we will always be good friends to you. We'll make a plan. That's what I do for a living. I solve problems and I make plans. I am taking over your problem as of right now and I am making it mine. I promise you that I will sort it out."

Josh jumped up and flung his arms around me.

"Thank you, Uncle Jonathan… thank you so much… you're a lifesaver!"

Dirk jumped up and joined in at that point and we clung together in a group hug around the chair I was sitting in for a long while before I finally stood up.

"Okay, I love you both lots but enough, already!" I said with smile, "Let's get something to eat and then we'll see what happens from there."

"Cool!" the boys chorused and raced on into the house ahead of me.

I ordered in some pizza and the three of us sat side by side on the big sofa in the TV room, watching rugby as we ate it.

After the rugby Josh dashed off to Dirk's bedroom and returned waving a video cassette.

"We can watch this blue movie I got from a guy I know! I haven't seen it 'cause we don't have a VHS but he said it's German boys!"

"Okay, Josh, put it in there and let's see how the German boys do it."

We all three watched the movie with great interest. A gang of sexy blonde German teenagers with impossibly huge cocks sucked and fucked each other with great energy, imagination and endurance in a run-down farmhouse. No plot to speak of, but intensely arousing and all three of us boned up in no time at all.

When the video came to an end the boys stood up and looked at me expectantly.

"Okay boys, the first lesson is cleaning the bumhole, so first stop is the bathroom!"

"I can show Josh how, Dad!" said Dirk.

That morning when showering together before school Dirk had insisted that I show him how to clean out his fuck-chute. I showed him how to do it using a plastic squeeze bottle with a nozzle and baby wipes.

"Okay, Dirk, you show your buddy how to get all the shit out and make his bud smell like roses!"

"Josh, first you gotta take a good dump!" Dirk instructed.

Josh was not the least bit embarrassed as we watched him take a crap.

"And now?" he asked when he was done.

"Wipe your arse like you usually do and then you use these wet baby wipes to make it really clean."

Josh did as he was told.

"It's better if you stand up and put your one foot on the bath like so, then you wrap the baby wipe around your finger like so and dig into your arse and move it around to get everything out."

Josh used several wipes, inspecting them each time until he held up a finger triumphantly.

"Clean!" he announced.

"Okay, let me check!" said Dirk, wrapping a wipe around his finger and probing around inside Josh's hole.

I noticed Josh's half erect cock start filling out and rising at this. Dirk noticed it too and his own cock rose in response. Dirk's probing started to look like finger-fucking to me, especially when Josh started growling in pleasure.

"Okay, plenty of time for that later," I said.

The boys both grinned at me.

"Okay, Dad", said Dirk, as he pulled his finger out and inspected the wipe.

"Yes, it's clean," he confirmed.

Then Dirk showed Josh how to fill the squeeze bottle with soapy water and squirt it up into his hole as deep as possible.

"It makes you feel like you need to shit, right?"

Josh nodded his head.

"Keep it in as long as you can then shit it out into the toilet," said Dirk.

Josh's face was screwed up with the effort of keeping his sphincter shut against the waiting tide. Then he plonked himself over the toilet and let it out. A gush of brownish liquid and blobs of crap rushed out.

"Now do that until the water is clean!" ordered Dirk.

Josh repeated the exercise three times and then pronounced himself clean.

"Now use the baby wipes again and when that's finished I'm gonna put some moisturising cream there to make it all nice and soft," said Dirk.

Watching the boys go through this cleaning ritual made me so horny that I was practically at the point of cumming, so I had a quick cold shower to douse the flames.

When I stepped out the boys were looking at me expectantly.

"What?" I asked.

"Now you, Uncle Jonathan!" said Josh, holding out the squeeze bottle.

There was nothing for it but to go through the process as the boys watched me intently. When Josh offered to finger my arse with a baby wipe to check if I had done the job properly I accepted with not a little anticipation. Josh did not disappoint me and soon my rock hard cock was slapping up against my belly from the finger-fucking he gave me. Then Dirk insisted on having a turn and once again I nearly climaxed under the eager ministrations of his strong forefinger, especially when he carefully applied the moisturising cream in and around my hole.

"Okay, I reckon we're ready, boys…," I started.

"First the Big Test!" Dirk interrupted me.

"Oh… okay… explain the Big Test to Josh."

"The Big Test is… ", said Dirk with a huge grin, "If I can lick your arse, you're free to pass!"

"Gross!" said Josh, his face screwed up in distaste.

"It's no problem if it's clean!" reasoned Dirk, "I'll do yours first."

Josh looked at me in appeal.

"Dirk's right, Josh," I said, "No lick, no fuck!"

Josh reluctantly bent over the bath and spread his legs.

"Bit wider!" ordered Dirk, slapping against the inside of Josh's thighs.

Josh spread his legs wider to expose his perfect pink pucker, shiny and clean.

"Smells good!" Dirk said as he kneeled down behind Josh and brought his mouth up against the depression around Josh's hole. He stuck out his broad pink tongue and lapped wetly against and around Josh's anus, trying to insert the tip into the pucker.

Josh's eyes widened in surprise at the unaccustomed assault on his most private space.

"Relaxth your hole, I'm trying to thtick my tongue in it," Dirk lisped from below.

Josh looked up at me, perplexed.

"How do I relax my hole?" he asked.

"Make like you're pressing out a putty", I suggested.

Josh did so and after straining a short while Dirk finally managed to insert the tip of his tongue just inside the gate.

The anxious surprise in Josh's face turned to a satisfied smile as he began to enjoy the sensation of Dirk's warm wet tongue licking and probing his arsehole.

"Tastes clean!" announced Dirk finally as he stood up, "Now my Dad will do me and you can do my Dad."

Dirk quickly bent over with his legs spread and his hands pulling on his butt cheeks to expose his pucker for my attention. The scent of moisturising cream and wet boy flesh tantalised my nostrils as I nibbled at his anus with my lips and explored his willing hole with my tongue. Josh bent down and peered closely at what I was doing so that he could see how to do it. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him make a ring with thumb and forefinger and practice working it with his lips and tongue.

Dirk started making little grunting sounds as I rimmed him vigorously and I reached a hand around his thigh to stroke his bone hard cock while I did so. I went on until I could feel that Dirk was on the point of cumming. By now Josh was fingering the tip of his own cock rapidly as he enjoyed the show.

Suddenly I let go Dirk's cock and stood up. Dirk was panting by now and he immediately grabbed his cock and started pumping it to drive himself the last few seconds to climax. I gently pulled his hand away.

"It's not time, yet, Dirk," I said, "Make it last, boy!"

"Okay, Dad," Dirk replied, breathlessly.

Now it was Josh's turn to rim me. He seemed to have lost his distaste for it and in fact was eager to get on with it. Sexual excitement is a great motivator. I learned from the Durban beach front boys that when a boy gets horny he will do almost anything that he wouldn't do normally. There was absolutely nothing so dirty or so disgusting that those permanently randy boys would not do it. And, of course, if you've done it once, the second time is much easier and after that it's a breeze.

Josh's warm wet tongue and supple lips were soon practically devouring my anus and it felt really good. Josh was obviously a quick learner, a sign that we were going to have a great night of sex. Seconds later I felt him reaching around my thigh. His strong fingers closed around the tip of my swollen shaft and began to stimulate me there.

When the pleasure in the tip of my cock started getting intense, I called a halt and we headed for the bedroom.

"Okay, Dirk", I said, "Now teach Josh how to suck you off without biting your cock!"

For the next hour Dirk taught Josh what I had taught him the night before and, with the aid of a few tips and demonstrations from me along the way, the boys were soon sucking each other's cocks as if they had been doing it for years.

After each boy had the opportunity to shoot his load in the other boy's mouth, Josh got to suck me off for his final exam, as it were. As far as I was concerned, he passed with flying colours. As had happened the day before with Dirk, the amount of cum that jetted into his mouth when I climaxed took Josh by surprise and he too found himself choking and spluttering on it. Dirk found this especially entertaining.

"How was that, Dad?" asked Dirk, " Was Josh as good as me?"

Josh looked at me enquiringly, a happy cum-splattered grin on his handsome face.

"That was fantastic, Josh!" I said, still a little breathless. "And Dirk, stop being so competitive, you were both equally good!"

The boys then joined in lapping up all the spilled cum both on me and on Josh before we lay side by side on the bed and caught our breath.

As usual, the 13 year-olds recovered quicker than I did and were eager to get into the butt-fucking lesson. So, to give me more recovery time, I got them to lube their fingers and each other's holes, assume the "69" position and start fingering each other's butt-holes for practice and to start the process of getting their sphincters relaxed.

While they were doing this I went to my study and fetched the selection of various sized dildos and butt plugs that I had bought at a sex shop that morning.

When I emptied these out of the packet onto the bed, the boys were delighted and immediately started trying them on for size.

"Start with the smallest," I suggested, "And then try a bigger one and so on. Let's see who gets to the biggest one first."

"What's the prize for coming first?" asked Dirk.

"The first one to take the biggest dildo in his arse is the one who takes my cock up his arse first," I replied.

With typical male pride, both boys spurned the smallest one, which was about the thickness and length of their own quite impressive teen boy cocks and somewhat thicker than the carrot that Dirk had used the night before. Josh, of course, having already progressed to cucumbers according to Dirk, chose the next size up to the one that Dirk chose.

After generously coating their dildos and their butt-holes with lubricating jelly, the boys started on the, for me, highly entertaining exercise of trying to insert them into their rectums, to the accompaniment of much grunting and grimaces. However, after they got the first one in and spent a while fucking themselves with it, the next size up was easier and so it went on.

Josh had clearly been practising rather longer than Dirk and he progressed to the largest dildo before Dirk, pumping it in and out of his arse with what seemed like nonchalant ease. He constantly caught my eye as he did this and grinned as if to say "See what I can do!"

"I win, Uncle Jonathan!" Josh called out, yanking the big shiny rubber phallus out of his arse with a plopping sound and waving in the air in triumph.

"Right, it seems you get first fuck," I said.

Dirk looked disappointed.

"It's okay, Uncle Jonathan," said Josh, "Dirk is your son, he should get to go first."

At once Dirk answered

"No Dad, Josh won fair and square. Let him have first fuck."

"Okay, tell you what...," I said, "For his prize Josh gets to fuck Dirk now, to help get his hole ready for me, and then I will fuck Dirk. Right after that I will fuck Josh. Does that seem fair?"

"Hey, cool!" the boys called in unison and Dirk immediately rolled over and got up on all fours, eagerly presenting his bum hole for Josh to use.

After a brief resistance Dirk's sphincter surrendered entry to the careful but insistent pressure of Josh's thick and rock hard cock. Watching Josh fuck my son for the next 20 minutes was exquisitely erotic. When finally he climaxed he cried out aloud with sheer pleasure and his whole body convulsed with one great racking spasm after another as he shot his load into Dirk's arse.

By then I could bear the pressure no longer and the moment Josh withdrew his still swollen cock from Dirk's fuck chute I jumped onto the bed and took up where he left off.

Dirk cried out from the pain of my rough entry but when I stopped momentarily in concern he called out:

"No, go on, Dad! I can take it. I'll get used to it in a moment!"

I pushed forward, a little more slowly. Dirk's hole was tight, even with all the stretching, and he moaned softly with each advance. When I was half way in I withdrew quickly almost all the way and then thrust forward slowly again. After several of these it started to feel easier and I could feel Dirk's taut body begin to relax under my hands. Soon the moans of pain turned to moans of pleasure and Dirk began to participate in the fucking, bobbing himself forward and back on my shaft. A couple of times he did this so enthusiastically that he bobbed himself off my cock, but he quickly reached between his legs to grab it and guide it into his hole again.

Gradually the sexual pleasure built toward ecstasy and I found myself banging away at Dirk's beautiful boy-arse like a steam piston. Finally the dam broke and, in an unstoppable rush of the most exquisite pleasure, I emptied my cum load deep inside my son.

As I flopped back on the bed, panting, Josh impatiently straddled me and squatted down to take my still erect cock into his arse. I lay there passively as Josh energetically bounced up and down on my shaft, desperately urging it to give up more of its life juice in the warm depth of his channel as the sweat trickled down his body and his erected cock bobbed up and down absurdly over my belly. I reached out to grab it and I pumped it with my hand while he fucked himself on my swollen dick.

It took much longer, of course, to reach climax this time, but finally Josh's straining efforts were rewarded and I shot a fresh load of jiz into him. Almost at the same time Josh shot his own load onto my chest. Once again Dirk helped Josh to lap up his cum from my chest. After they had licked up the dribbles of cum that trickled from their bums and ran down their legs, they too flopped back on the bed on either side of me.

I hoped at that point that they would be as ready to go to sleep as I was, but it was not to be. The horny pair recovered fully in an hour and were bursting to have another go. This went on a good deal of the night and when eventually I myself passed out they were still at it on the bed next to me. Fortunately the next day was Saturday and the boys did not have to be at school, nor did I have to be at work.

When I woke the next morning late Dirk and Josh were still out for the count. I sat up and looked at them for a while, enjoying their innocent beauty, their naked limbs intertwined, and thinking how lucky they were to have the freedom under my roof to enjoy the gift of their bodies without fear of censure or disapproval. I realised that I loved them both deeply and that that love had been consummated in our lovemaking that night. I decided that Josh belonged with Dirk and that I would speak to Josh's mom about having him come to live with us.

As a first step I phoned Josh's mom while the boys were still asleep and asked if she would mind if Josh stayed the weekend. She was sober when I called but she agreed readily:

"Oh, is he with you, Jonathan?" she asked vaguely, "Sure he can stay. I wasn't expecting him back till Monday, anyway. I never know where he is. You know, sometimes he just disappears for a few days. But he knows how to look after himself." Then she added with a little laugh, "You sure you don't want him for the whole week?"

"Sure, I'll have him for as long as you'll let him stay," I replied, "Well… actually, I would really like to come and talk to you sometime about Josh's future," I replied.

"Dunno if he has one right now!" she quipped, "He's just so difficult and is always in trouble!"

"That's really what I want to talk to you about," I said.

"Sure, whatever. I haven't got much going on these days, so… anytime… "

When the boys eventually surfaced, they were overjoyed to hear that Josh would be staying for a week. I decided not to share my bigger plans with them until I had certainty that things would work out.

In the meantime they were already noisily making plans of their own as they sat at the breakfast table. I was pleased to hear that their plans included me and lots of sex.

Chapter Seven

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.

Chapter Eight

The boys and I spent a glorious week in the port of Richards Bay. We moored at the yacht club and they were kind enough to allow us the use of their excellent facilities, which included a swimming pool; essential in the blistering heat and humidity. I arranged to hire a VW Kombi while we were there, and, using the yacht club as a home base, we spent time on the beaches, visited a crocodile ranch, fished in the river, took a hot-air balloon ride and went for a game drive.

We generally had breakfast on the boat, lunch wherever we happened to be at the time and dinner at one of the restaurants in the marina.

Every night, of course, was given over to almost frenetic sexual activity in which there were absolutely no rules, restraints or inhibitions of any kind and the boys vied to outdo each other in imagination and inventiveness. It was for this reason that I chose the relative privacy of a mooring at the furthest end of the club's considerable grounds. The club staff had kindly pressed me to take a mooring closer to the centre of activity, but I made the excuse that the boys were a boisterous and noisy bunch and that, as a guest, I did not want to tread on anyone's toes. Even so, we were careful to wait until the club closed down for the night before getting going in earnest. Fortunately, we were there during the working week for most Richards Bay townsfolk, so the club always closed early.

One morning I woke up just after sunrise, disentangled myself from Johan and Josh who were the last to share my bed with me the night before, and climbed up the companionway ladder to enjoy a cup of coffee in the cockpit. As I turned to look out over the side I was greeted by the sight of a young boy of about 10 years old staring at me as he stood on the walkway right next to the boat. He was really very grubby and looked as if he hadn't bathed in a month. Underneath the grime there was a cheeky confidence that attracted me to him instantly.

"Hello," I said.

"Hello," he replied, his blue grey eyes watching me steadily through an untidy fringe of dirty yellow brown hair, streaked with white blonde where it had been bleached by sun and sea.

I had a momentary pang of unease. Something about the kid had the look of trouble: He was cute as hell under the dirt and had a really sexy little bod to go with it, but… if the eyes are indeed windows to the soul… there seemed to be an adult rather than a child looking out of his. Then suddenly he smiled and I chided myself mentally for having an overactive imagination.

All he wore was a tatty pair of old rugby shorts, rather too small for him and faded to a colour that defied description. His lithe, wiry build and his deep mahogany tan testified to an active outdoor life in the blistering Natal Coast sun. His hard brown feet had clearly never felt the inside of a pair of shoes. In his one hand he trailed a short fishing rod.

"Going fishing?" I asked

"Nah," he replied, looking in the direction of the sun behind a shielding palm, "Sun's wrong… Packing it in now."

"Okay," I said, "So… when were you fishing?"

"I was here last night," he replied.

"Oh… and where do you throw out your line?" I asked.

He pointed to a spot on the river bank just past the stern of the boat:

"There," he replied.

There was an awkward silence as I tried to gauge how much he might have seen and heard of our activities on the boat. He did not look like the kind of kid who was likely to belong to the yacht club, but I probed gently:

"So which boat is your dad's," I asked him.

He slitted his eyes at me as if trying to size me up.

"Mister, I don't belong here… I climb over the fence there to come fish is all."

"Okay," I replied.

"If you don't rat me out to the moneybags at the club I won't tell on you either, Mister," he offered reasonably.

"What is there to tell?" I asked, blushing as I guessed the answer, remembering how, more than once, some of us had carried on our activities in the cockpit or on the foredeck to take advantage of the cooler night air .

"Looked like you were having a good party last night!" he hinted with a sly grin.

"Well… yes we were, actually… ", I replied, "We were celebrating something."

"Must be something really special," said the boy, "Cause you been partying every night since you got here!"

"Oh…," I stammered, "So…"

"Ja… I fish here every night," grinned the boy.

"Okay, okay," I said, realising the game was up, "So what do you want… money? How much?"

The boy was still grinning at me, totally unfazed:

"You decide," he said, "I just want some of the action!"

I looked at him in surprise. I couldn't believe my ears. Was I really being squeezed for a trick by a ten year old hustler? And in sleepy Richards Bay for crying out aloud!

"And can I have breakfast with you guys," he added, "I didn't eat since yesterday morning."

"Er… sure!" I said, "Come on board."

I started to put down our short boarding ladder but the boy grabbed hold of the steel wire shrouds supporting the mast and swung himself aboard with the agility of a trapeze artist and the confidence of an experienced sailor. Then he pushed ahead as if he owned the boat and swung down the companionway into the saloon. Bemused, I followed and found him exploring my cabin where Johan and Josh were still fast asleep.

"This your berth, Mister?" he asked.

I nodded.

He grinned as he pointed at them and said:

"Gee, Mister, you fucked them stukkend (broken) last night!"

I chuckled at his directness, noticing at the same time that he kept fiddling with the front of his rather tight shorts as he gazed at their sprawling naked bodies.

"Lekker groot piele! (Nice big cocks!)," he commented, admiringly.

"Okay, now, let's leave them to sleep," I said as I shepherded him out of the cabin.

"Okay, Mister," he said with obvious reluctance, looking back at the boys over his shoulder as he went back into the saloon.

"So what's your name?" I asked as I busied myself preparing breakfast.

"Rijn," he replied, "You're Uncle Jonathan, right?" (Rijn is pronounced "Rain').

"Right," I chuckled, "You really have been paying attention, haven't you?"

Rijn grinned his reply.

"Can I help?" he asked.

"Sure… you can set six places at the saloon table… no, make that seven… there should be enough crockery and cutlery in the cupboard over there"

"What's crockery and cutlery, Uncle?"

I tried to keep the surprise out of my voice as I explained:

"Dishes, and knives and forks."

"Oh, of course, I didn't hear you properly," he fibbed as he opened the cupboard and began counting off the stuff.

I watched him as he uncertainly piled the things up on the saloon table. Clearly he had no idea how to set a table.

"Let me show you," I said, and I helped him set out the crockery and the cutlery properly.

"I was going to do that," he fibbed again.

"I know," I said with a wink, and he winked back and grinned as I ruffled his thatch of hair.

"What's this in your hair?" I asked, "Looks like bits of grass"

"I was sleeping on the lawn under the tree there Uncle!" he replied.

A shadow crossed his face as he realised something:

"Jeez, Uncle, I gotta go fetch my stuff before the club workers come!" and he scampered up the companionway ladder and off the boat. Moments later he returned with his fishing gear, a small knapsack, a bucket with a couple of nice grunter in it, and a tatty old sleeping bag with a broken zip.

"Okay, you're safe now," I chuckled, "I suggest you have a quick shower before we wake the boys for breakfast."

I led Rijn up onto the foredeck and switched on the seawater pump for him. The boys had screwed off the shower head because they preferred the solid jet of water from the hose rather than the "moffie sprinkle" spray (as they called it) of the shower head. Rijn peeled off his shorts and stood under the cool water jet, allowing it to splatter against the top of his head, his shoulders and his back. I saw that his whole body had the same dark mahogany tan, which glistened even darker under the streaming water.

I dropped my own shorts and joined Rijn under the water stream to wash his hair for him, as I often did for Dirk at Rijn's age (and still did occasionally). He readily accepted my help with a quick smile over his shoulder at me. When I had done, he stood still as if waiting for me to wash the rest of him. I was happy to oblige and spent the next ten minutes soaping and washing every inch of his firm little body. He showed no embarrassment at all and was obviously well used to having strangers handle even the most intimate parts of his body.

As I washed away the dirt I noticed for the first time that he had some faint marks on his body that looked like knife scars. There was one on his left cheek and another just above the line of his eyebrow. And there was one a couple of inches long running from side to side over the cute round bulge of his right chest muscle. Then there were several thicker stripes, darker than his tanned skin, running horizontally over his firm round buttocks. I was almost certain that they were long-healed whip marks.

When I reached his butt crack he instantly spread his legs wide apart, bent right over and pulled his butt cheeks apart with his hard brown hands so that I could get at his pucker. I touched his butt ring with a finger and was surprised to see it immediately flex open wide enough to accommodate two of my fingers. I examined his butt hole closer and saw that, although it had both the grip and the elasticity one would expect of a 10 year old, it bore all the signs of having been extremely hard used. What a pleasant little puzzle Rijn was turning out to be!

As I moved on to washing his cock and balls, however, I found his uncut boyhood standing up straight in a long thin quivering erection fully five inches long. Beneath them two smooth, perfectly oval nuts hung low. Completely unembarrassed, his full lips widened into a grin as I soaped and stroked his stiffie and his balls.

"Lekker long, huh?" he said proudly.

"Ja, you've got good length there for your age!" I commented.

By now my own cock was sticking out like a yard-arm, joining us in a spider web strand of precum as the tip bobbed and rubbed against the muscle valley between his shoulder blades. Feeling this he pushed back against my cock, wriggling his shoulder blades and rubbing his back against it sensually.

He looked up at me over his shoulder:

"Feels lekker, huh?" he said.

"It feels damn lekker, Rijn," I said, handing him a towel, "but we better finish now and go below before someone comes!"

Rijn glanced around, startled. He had obviously forgotten where he was for a moment.

"Okay, let's," he agreed as he wrapped the towel around his waist, picked up his filthy shorts and scampered below. I followed him without bothering either to put my shorts on or wrap a towel around my waist.

When I got down into the saloon, Rijn had dropped the towel to the floor and was waiting, bouncing up and down with nervous energy, holding his still erected cocklet between the thumb and forefinger of one hand and looking down at his sun-browned toes while darting occasional glances at me as if waiting for me to do something.

I looked him over with satisfaction.

"You really clean up pretty well!" I said to him.

He smiled at the compliment with the cocky confidence of a boy who liked his body and knew its power. Still fingering his stiffie, he looked pointedly at my own still hard cock.

"Want to fuck me, Uncle?" he asked suddenly.

"You damn well know I do!" I replied.

"Okay!" he said as he stepped forward and took my swollen cock in his hard little hand, bending over a bit as he clamped his wide mouth over my cock head and slurped my shaft slickly all the way into his throat.

Wow! I thought the top of my head would blow off! Not even Johan, who was considered the expert cock sucker among the Durban rent boys, had ever given me such a mind-blowing BJ. Rijn had obviously done this before. The sudden thought of the hundreds of cocks that must have slid in and out of those cute lips before me nearly propelled me to climax, but I managed to hold on and, his senses obviously tuned to these things from intensive practice, Rijn slid my cock out of his mouth, wet and slippery with his saliva, and bent over the chart table with his legs wide apart, pulling his butt cheeks apart to present his winking little boy cunt for the taking.

"Wait, let me get some lube!" I said, breathless with excitement.

"No! I made you wet already! Fuck me now!" Rijn ordered.

"I'm pretty big!" I replied, hesitating.

"I can take it, Uncle!" he almost yelled, "Fuck me! Hard!"

I needed no second invitation and I rammed my huge cock into Rijn's hole. Rijn yelped with momentary pain but almost immediately started bucking back and forward on my shaft, grunting and moaning with almost savage animal lust and pleasure, his lean little back and buttock muscles bunching and writhing hypnotically under his smooth brown skin.

Within just a few minutes this sexy 10 year old phenomenon drove me to an incredibly exquisite climax in which my cock gushed load after load of hot cum deep inside him.

The waves of ecstasy having passed, I started to withdraw from Rijn's arse, but he reached behind him as if to hold me in and pleaded urgently:

"Keep fucking, Uncle! Please, I didn't cum yet!"

So I kept thrusting my cock into his arse and his grunts and moans came faster and faster until his body suddenly went rigid and his butt ring gripped my cock hard as a dry climax shuddered through his taut little body for what seemed like a full minute.

Finally Rijn's body relaxed under me and I pulled my still swollen cock out of his arse. His sphincter stayed open for a while and I could see that he was straining slightly as if about to take a dump. Seconds later my cum came gushing out of the opening. Some of it splattered on the varnished floorboards of the saloon and the rest ran down the insides of his thighs. He yanked a length of paper towel off the roller and wiped the splotches off the floor. He seemed not to notice the stuff on his legs, so I got him to stand on the companionway ladder and I wiped it off for him with another piece of paper towel, enjoying the smooth firm feel of his calves and thighs and the tight round orbs of his buttocks.

"Well," I said to Rijn as I busied myself at the galley stove; cooking scrambled eggs, frying whole packets of bacon and yards of sausage, "That was fucking great… You're definitely hired!"

"Thanks Uncle," Rijn said, "It was lekker for me too!"

I touched the scar on his cheek.

"I noticed you have a few of these scars," I said to him, "How did you get them?"

"This one on my cheek, and this one over my eye, and this one on my chest," he said, touching each one in turn, "is all knife cuts!"

He seemed quite proud of them.

"My goodness! Who cut you?" I asked.

"It's different guys!" said Rijn, "Sailors that get drunk and they wanna fuck you but they don't wanna pay!"

"Good grief! Did the police arrest those guys?" I asked.

Rijn hooted with laughter.

"The police? I don't go to the police! They just chase me away! And anyway, by the time they get there the ship has gone!"

"But what did you tell your mom or your dad?" I asked.

"Uncle, I don't got no mom or dad!" he answered.

"What happened to them?"

"I dunno. All I know is they said my mom was a whore somewhere… They say that's why I like to fuck so much."

"But who looks after you now? Where is your home?"

"I look after myself. I don't got a home. I sleep where I can… on the ships… on the beach. Sometimes the cops pick me up and take me to the street kids shelter. But I don't like it there and I run away."

I asked him the name of the shelter and where it was. He was suspicious at the question but I told him I just wanted to check it out.

"But don't tell them where I am!" he directed, "I don't want to hear I must be "born again" and I must give up "the sins of the flesh", whatever the fuck that means."

"I'm sure they mean well, don't they?"

"I dunno, Uncle," he replied, "They always whipping the kids there!"

He stood up and showed me his butt:

"Check these stripes on my arse! They whip us boys until the blood runs down our arses. They reckon the Bible says they must beat the shit out of us because they love us or some crap like that. I had enough love from them!"

"But at least you kids have food and a roof over their heads and you are safe there, aren't you?"

He laughed ironically.

"Uncle, that priest there fetches us from our beds at night for a fuck… and then when I just done my best to make him happy, he whips me right there for seducing him with my "evil body"… like I started it… and then I must thank him for showing me the error of my ways… and the next night he does it all over again! I'd rather be fucked by a sinner! At least he knows what he wants and he pays for it!"

I was aghast. "Gosh, Rijn, I don't know what to say. I wish I could help you."

He pointed to his knapsack, his sleeping bag and his fishing gear.

"I don't need help, Uncle," he said "That's everything I got, and that's all I need." he said.

Then he added as an afterthought, with a chuckle:

"That and this fucken sexy body I got!"

I laughed.

"You got that right!" I said

"But what about school?" I added.

"I don't go to school no more, Uncle."

"Can you read and write?."

"Sure… I went to school before!" he smiled, "I'm not dof (stupid)."

"I know you're not dof!" I smiled back at him.

As if by magic; sleepy, hungry, naked boys started appearing from the cabins, no doubt attracted by the irresistible aromas wafting off the galley stove.

They greeted Rijn with only mild surprise. Ben, of course, was delighted to see a potential buddy younger than himself.

"Now look here, boys," I announced, "This is Rijn. He's from Richards Bay and he will be joining us for a few days."

"Cool!" said Ben and "Howzit, Rijn!" said the others.

"Howzit!" Rijn replied, and that was all the introduction any of them needed.

Dirk looked from Rijn to me with slitted eyes, putting two and two together:

"You're such a dog, Dad!" said Dirk with a grin, punching me on my shoulder, 'Five of us not enough for you?"

Right after breakfast Ben and Rijn disappeared into one of the forward cabins. Soon the sounds of grunting, moaning, slurping and the rhythmic slapping of sweaty boy flesh coming through the open door announced that they were sealing their new friendship in the best way possible.

"Okay, boys, what do you want to do today?" I asked.

Johan and the others looked to Dirk to reply, no doubt in deference to the fact that he was my son.

"Dad, we just want to go for a sail out into the bay today," he replied, "Just park off… Catch a tan… Catch some fish… Catch a kip"

"Catch a wank… Catch a suck… Catch a fuck!" added Johan with a chuckle.

We all laughed.

"Oh, so you've had enough of being a tourist?" I said.

"Sure, Uncle Jonathan," said Josh, "It's been fun, but we want to be on our own away from other people for a bit."

"I understand," I replied, "So here's my idea: I need to attend to something here in town today, so… how about you boys take the boat out on your own and do your own thing today while I do that?"

"Wow, Uncle Jonathan!" said Johan, "You would trust us to do that?"

"Sure, why not?" I replied, "Dirk knows enough to skipper the boat and you guys are all responsible enough to do what needs to be done. Of course I trust you."

The boys were beyond excited to be allowed to take the boat out themselves. Dirk was especially delighted to be given the command and immediately started checking, planning and preparing as if they were about to set off on an ocean crossing. They couldn't wait to get rid of me and get going! Within half an hour I was standing on the side watching Dirk expertly manouevre the big yacht out of her mooring. Rijn clearly knew a thing or two about boats and was proving to be a quick and agile crewman. They set off for the harbour mouth under power, Dirk calmly making his reports to the port authority over the radio in between barking orders that sent his crew scurrying over the deck to do his bidding. I felt pride swelling in my chest as I waved them off.

Then I set off to find the street kids shelter that Rijn had told me about. There were no kids about when I arrived. They had all been taken to school. I asked about Rijn.

"One of our most difficult cases," the priest in charge told me. "Such a sad, lost little boy. And such great potential, too! Very bright actually! Why do you ask?"

"Oh, I came across him somewhere and I just wondered about his story," I replied.

"We don't really know," he said, "He's not from here. He was dropped off here by a transport driver when he was about seven or eight. He told us that the boy's mother was a prostitute and that he was an unwanted pregnancy. Quite common among women of that sort… more surprising that she did not terminate the pregnancy as so many of them usually do. No one has ever claimed him and he doesn't match any of the missing children reports on the national register. He's been in and out of the shelter ever since. We've never been able to hold onto him long enough to go through the process of getting him into formal care."

And of course, getting him into formal care is about the last thing you want, I thought to myself. It would put his sexy little arse permanently out of your reach!

As I left, the priest's parting remark was:

"If you come across him again I would be very grateful if you would bring him here. I really miss the little fellow."

I bet you do, I thought, but said nothing.

My next stop was the small craft marina in the harbour. At the yacht club I had heard that there was a sailing vessel there that was on the market. She had been built of wood in Holland 40 years before, originally for the fishing trade. Nearly 90 foot long and 18 foot at the beam, the bow and stern were both ample and rounded. She was a roomy and comfortable little ship, designed for cargo capacity and sturdiness rather than speed. She had two masts and her sails were gaff rigged. She had a well-equipped wheelhouse on deck with navigation station, radios and equipment sufficient for an ocean voyage. She had a powerful diesel engine and fuel tanks that could get her all the way to Cape Town without refuelling. Below deck the cargo hold and cold storage tanks for fish had been removed and replaced with comfortable permanent accommodation for up to 16 passengers and crew. There was a separate owner's or skippers double berth cabin aft, accessible through the wheelhouse. In the mid-section, around the spacious saloon, there were four comfortable double cabins that were accessed through the main companionway. Forward of the main mast there was another smaller companionway to the crew quarters, an open space with four double-decker bunks along the sides that could accommodate 8 crew. By slinging hammocks here she could actually accommodate another 4 crew. Hanging on davits over her rounded stern was a rubber duck with an outboard motor for use as a tender when at anchor.

She had apparently been brought to South Africa by someone who had planned to use her to run charters up and down the coast but had run either out of money or out of interest, I was not sure which. She had been on the market for many months but there was no interest in a boat of that size, considerable tonnage and age and there had not been one single offer. I had heard that the owner was getting desperate and was at the point where he would probably accept just about any offer to take it off his hands.

I fell in love with Skobbejak the moment I saw her. "Skobbejak" is Afrikaans for "rascal." And after I had been shown over the little ship I realised that she was absolutely perfect for an idea that had been slowly taking shape in my mind for some while now. What was especially suited to that idea was the fact that the three accommodation sections could be separated from each other simply by locking the interleading doors, so that what the skipper and crew got up to off duty could be kept private from any passengers that might be on board… and vice versa, of course!

I decided on impulse to make an offer on Skobbejak, subject to the usual conditions as to survey, insurance, compliance certificates and so on. I pitched my opening offer ridiculously low, as I expected to be negotiated upward. To my great surprise the broker let me know within an hour that the owner had accepted my offer. My first thought after getting over my elation was that I should have offered less, but I realised that was just being greedy.

As I sat later in the club bar waiting for the boys to get back I realised that I had impulsively kick-started my half-formed idea (little more than a dream up to a few hours ago) into reality with no idea how it would work in practice. I had consulted nobody, done no analysis and I had absolutely nothing but a gut feel to say that it had the remotest chance of succeeding. I calmed my rising feelings of panic by downing another scotch and then wrote down on the back of my bar slip the things I had to do to realize my dream:

- Sail Skobbejak to Durban or base in Richards Bay?

- Sell Joburg house

- Give up job

- Move to coast & live on Skobbejak

- Johan, Ben, Tiaan live with us? (Rijn?)

- Funds! :-

Investment and consulting

Charters

Sail Training

School Ship

Research Projects

Other?

- Boys work as crew (have to home school!)

I immediately felt much better. The major obstacle to most plans is money and I was pretty well set up with savings and investments. The proceeds from selling the house would provide for my wife and daughter (we had decided that there was no point in waiting for the December holidays to patch things up and we were already in the process of getting divorced). I possessed scarce skills and I could earn money from consulting. We could meet running costs by doing passenger charters to Mozambique, Madagascar, Mauritius and Reunion; doing marine research projects for Sea Fisheries, the Natal Sharks Board or the universities and taking kids on sail training adventures. We could even run a school ship, providing kids with a unique learning experience as they sailed the seas for a term or longer at exorbitant private school rates.

But first, I had to sell the idea to Dirk and Josh, who I would make equity partners in the business when they were old enough (though, of course, I would retain the majority). I was pretty sure they would go for it, but if they did not, I was sunk. Luckily I had not yet transferred the purchase price and had hedged the deal with enough preconditions that I could wriggle out of it on some pretext if need be. I prayed fervently it would not be necessary. But I would have to break the news to them that night, and they would have to make up their minds before the next morning.

Not long after that Dirk and Johan wandered up to the club house to find me. I was thankful to see they had remembered to put on shorts in deference to the sensibilities of the club members! As I walked back to the boat with them they nearly made me giddy with their excited accounts of the fantastic day that they had had enjoyed out on the bay.

"Please, Dad, we want to do it tomorrow again!" Dirk pleaded.

"Yes, please, Uncle Jonathan! It was so great fun!" Johan added.

"And what must I do… hang around here on my own all day?" I asked in mock indignation.

"You can come too!" said Dirk, "But I have to be the captain!"

I laughed.

"We'll see," I said, "There are some things I need to talk to you about first."

Dirk and Johan exchanged glances and then Dirk said:

"Well, Dad, we got some things we need to say to you too!"

"Really?" I replied, "Sounds serious!"

"It's a big thing, Dad!" said Dirk earnestly.

"Yes, Uncle Jonathan, the boys picked us to talk to you about it!"

"Wow! It is serious!" I replied, "You're leading a mutiny, right? You want to take over the ship and head off on the wild blue ocean! So what are your demands!"

Dirk rolled his eyes at me.

"C'mon, Dad, stop jerking around and be serious for a bit!"

"Okay, tell me!" I replied.

"Well… we had a great time all of us together this week, right?"

"Yes?"

"And you like Johan and the boys, right?"

"Very much!"

"Well… don't you think it would be really cool if we all lived together?"

My heart skipped a beat.

"Actually, I think it would be very cool!"

Johan and Dirk "high-fived" each other.

"Yes!" they chorused.

"But, whoa, now!" I cautioned, "Just because we want it to happen doesn't mean it will! There are lots of other things to be considered, you know!"

"Yes, Dad, but I know if you want a thing you always find a way!"

"Okay, I'm just telling you: Don't count your chickens before they hatch! Johan and Ben have a mother who has a say in the matter. So does Tiaan. And all three of them belong to a pimp who will definitely have something to say about it."

"And what about Rijn, Dad?"

"What about him, Dirk? We only just met him this morning. We don't know anything about him. How do we know if he will fit in?" I replied.

"Ja… but .."

"Ja but what?"

"He's cool, Dad, and we like him," said Dirk, "And you like him too!"

"I do like him, Dirk," I replied, "but there's more to it than that, you know."

"No Dad, that's all there is to it! You know it!"

"Tell you what, Dirk, I won't say yes right now, but I won't say no either. Let me think about it a few days."

"A few days is all we have!" Dirk replied.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that," I said.

"Okay, and then there's the second thing, Dad…," said Dirk.

"There's more?" I replied.

Dirk took a deep breath.

"Yes, Dad… we want to move to the sea!"

I couldn't believe my ears. This was really going well for me.

"What about your rugby and your school friends in Johannesburg?" I asked.

"Dad, I got a whole bunch of new friends here now! Friends that like the same stuff as me and Josh… and you too! And they got rugby here in Natal too!"

"Okay, boys, now the interesting thing is that that is exactly what I wanted to talk to you about. I also want to be close to the sea… I want to spend more time sailing and less working… and I also want the boys to come and live with us!"

"Well that's fucken fantastic, Dad!" crowed Dirk, "I can't wait to tell the others!"

"But wait, there's more," I cautioned.

Johan and Dirk looked at me.

"How do you feel about living on a boat?"

"That would be fucken amazing, Uncle Jonathan!" said Johan.

Used to much more space than Johan, Dirk looked a little doubtful.

"Gee, Dad, won't it be a little cramped? I mean it's great for a holiday… but all the time?"

"I don't mean like the yacht," I said, "I mean more like a ship… like this one," and I pulled out the advertising flyer for Skobbejak, which had photographs of the ship and of its interior on it.

"Wow! Dad!" said Dirk, "That's fucken awesome! Eighteen berths! Check out that big engine! And the wheelhouse! Are you gonna buy it?"

"Well actually I already did!"

"I wanna tell them myself!" said Dirk as he grabbed the flyer and raced ahead with Johan hard on his heels.

"Tiaan! Ben!" I heard him yelling as I walked behind, "Come listen here!"

Tiaan and Ben sat up where they were tanning, naked of course, on the foredeck. Rijn, who was below, popped up on deck to see what the commotion was about.

Dirk and Johan were nearly incoherent with excitement as they both tried to tell the story at the same time. I left them to it and eventually it all came out. Tiaan and Ben were as thrilled as Dirk and Johan. Rijn looked on quietly and then went around fist-bumping the other four in congratulation.

Then the boys decided it would be a good idea to have a celebratory fuck and everyone headed below. I was the last down the companionway ladder and I found that Dirk, Johan and Ben had gotten together in one of the forward cabins and Josh and Tiaan in the other. Rijn was left standing in the saloon.

"So, I guess it's you and me, Rijn?"

"That's cool, Uncle," he said, and he scampered ahead of me into my cabin.

An hour later I emerged, drenched in sweat, supremely happy and satisfied, my cock sore but still tingling from the hard rollicking ride that the ten year old had given me.

I went up on deck for some fresh air and Rijn followed.

"Come sit here and chat with me for a bit," I said. "I want to know more about you."

For the next hour Rijn told me more about himself. He had no idea where he had come from. His earliest memories were of endless travelling in long haul trucks when he was about 6 years old, bunking with the truckers in their sleeper cabs and learning everything there was to know about man sex.

He remembered with great clarity the trucker who took his virginity:

"Jeez, Uncle, that first time was so fucken sore. I screamed and I screamed but he just laughed. He klapped me on the head and said "Get used to it! You born to be a whore like your mother an" all your little boy whore brothers! You gonna get used to it an" you gonna like it! You my little boy whore now!"

"Good grief!" was all I could say.

"Well… I did get used to it though I could hardly walk that week… and I got to like it lots! So he musta been right."

But from there on things became hazy in his memory as he was passed, effectively a sex slave, from trucker to trucker, travelling back and forth on routes that led all over the country. During this period, which seemed to have stretched over about two years, life was an endless monotone of growling engines, diesel fumes and tyres humming over tarred roads, in which the interludes of sucking and fucking became a welcome relief that the bored little boy actually looked forward to.

"Uncle, I still get a hard on if I sit in a truck, or if I hear the diesel engine or smell the fumes… like even today when we were motoring out in the bay I was horny the whole time! And check now… my cock is getting hard just thinking about it."

I laughed.

"I can see that! You're going to get me hard too just now!"

One day when he was about 8 years old Rijn fell very ill and the trucker he was with at the time, worried that he might die but afraid of the questions that might be asked if he took the boy to the hospital, dropped him off at the street kids shelter in Richards Bay, making up some story about finding him under a bridge somewhere. The shelter took care of him and saw to it that he received the necessary medical care.

Not long after Rijn recovered he expressed his gratitude to the priest in charge in the only way he knew how… by climbing into his bed one night and giving him an epic blowjob. The priest not only enjoyed the blowjob but fucked Rijn's arse that night and discovered what an expert he was at it. The next day, overcome with remorse, the priest punished Rijn by whipping his arse bloody with a heavy leather strap. Somewhat confused by the mixed messages, but wanting to please the priest and be a good boy, Rijn pledged earnestly and tearfully that he would abstain from any further "sins of the flesh."

To Rijn's utter surprise, a week later the priest fetched him from his dormitory bed in the middle of the night, took him to his quarters and fucked him again, despite his protestations that he wanted to be a good boy. Then to Rijn's even greater confusion, the priest accused him afterward of being a child of the devil for leading the priest into temptation, and gave him another flogging on the spot.

This happened several times over the next few months, until Rijn took off after one whipping wearing just the stripes on his beautiful arse. He found himself in company with some older rent boys and hookers in the harbour area. They took him under their wing and introduced him to the trade and he had been in prostitution ever since, with occasional short interludes back at the street kids shelter when some policeman thought it his duty to poke his nose in Rijn's business.

He told me about some of his escapades with the foreign sailors in the harbour.

"The Chinese trawlermen are the best, Uncle," he told me, "Sometimes I go with them on the trawlers for a few months. I work on the boat in the day and then at night the crew take turns to fuck me. When we get back the captain takes the money off their pay and then I got a big wad of cash."

"That's amazing!" I said, "What do you do with all the cash?"

"I got a post office savings book, Uncle and what I don't need to live I put in there."

"How did you get a post office savings book?" I asked.

"I gave a man at the post office a blowjob to get it for me!" he laughed.

I laughed with him.

"You really are quite an amazing kid!" I said to him.

He smiled.

"Thank you," he said, "Your kids are pretty great too, you know?"

"I do know!"

"Don't suppose you got room for another one?" he asked shyly.

I looked at him for a long while without saying anything.

"Sorry, Uncle, that was rude. I shouldn't of asked!" he said, embarrassed.

I made up my mind.

"Actually", I said, "I think I do have room for another boy. He should be about ten years old… blonde… cute as hell… has to be able to give amazing fucks and blowjobs… and… he must really, really like sex with guys. Do you know anyone like that?

Rijn looked at me uncertainly.

"Um… I'm ten… and I love fucking with guys…"

"Then… maybe you'll do! Do you think you might like to join our little boy circus?"

Rijn jumped up and threw his arms around me.

"Jeez… thanks Uncle… Uncle Jonathan… that would be the best thing ever!"

"Better than the Chinese trawlers?" I joked

"Way better, Uncle Jonathan!" he replied, clinging to me.

At that point the sounds coming up from below made it obvious that the boys" fuckfest had moved from the cabins into the saloon. That and the feel of Rijn's warm hard little body against mine stirred my cock into life once more.

"Check… you're getting hard again, Uncle," he said, feeling my cock with his hand, 'Do you want a blowjob?"

"That would be great if you're not too tired?" I replied.

"I'm never tired of sex, Uncle Jonathan!" he laughed as he lifted himself off the seat and knelt between my knees.

***

First thing the next morning I transferred the funds to pay for Skobbejak and took possession of her. We decided to move on board immediately. The remaining formalities and administrative matters would be taken care of over the next few days.

I contacted the charter company and arranged that we would hand over the yacht we had chartered to their agent in Richards Bay rather than sail her back ourselves. As they happened to have a charter going the other way it would not cost me anything extra.

The boys were absolutely delighted with their new home. We agreed that I would take the owner's cabin (I let them vote on it, but would have exercised my majority rights if it had gone any other way!), the four older boys would take the four passenger cabins in the mid-section and Ben and Rijn would take bunks in the crew quarters. The understanding was that when we carried passengers all six boys would share the crew quarters for the duration of the charter.

Then I left on the two hour drive to Durban where I intended sort things out with Henk and the boys" mothers so there would be no hassles about the boys coming to live with me. Before I left, I told the boys I might be away for two days and I put Johan in charge. Dirk was a little put out about that as he thought that, as my son, he should be in charge.

"Johan is the oldest among all of you, Dirk," I explained, "and he's used to taking care of his brother and himself. And he didn't complain when I put you in charge on the boat yesterday… because he knew you were the best man for the job. Will you be man enough to realise that Johan is the best man for this job?"

Dirk thought about that for a moment.

"Okay, Dad, you're right… I'm sorry"

I ruffled his hair and gave him a kiss.

"No problem, Dirk," I said.

"Can we take Skobbejak into the bay while you're gone, Dad?" Dirk asked.

"No, we don't know how she handles yet and I want to be on board when we take her out the first time. Okay?"

"Sure Dad."

I left them with a long list of things to do on the boat. I was sure it would keep them busy until I got back.

"As long as you're up to date with the chores you can drop the rubber duck in the water and go play with it," I said.

"Cool, thanks Uncle Jonathan," the boys chorused.

"Anything to do with boating… Dirk is the captain!" I said, winking at Dirk, "And Rijn is first mate!."

"Okay, Uncle Jonathan," said the boys, and Rijn swelled with pride at this acknowledgement of his seagoing experience.

As it turned out, I was away for three days. The boys" mothers were both happy to sign away their kids who, to them, were nothing but a burden. But to Henk, they were profit-making assets in his business. For a range of reasons, not least because I would open myself to prosecution, there was absolutely no point in threatening him with the law. It had to be approached as a business transaction in which I had no leverage other than money.

I met with him in the flat that he now shared with Johan's mother, who was out at the time. There was a mattress leaning up against the wall in the tiny sitting room that I realised must be Ben's and Johan's bed. When he opened the door to let me in I found two naked little boys sitting on the only sofa in the sitting room. One looked about six and the other about eight. They looked so alike they were clearly brothers. They had the look of little wrestlers, with bodies that were nicely proportioned and compactly muscled. They were tanned all over dark brown and they had black crew cut hair and blue eyes. They were fingering each other's little dicks, which were both standing up stiff and hard.

"This is Jens," said Henk, pointing out the older boy, "and this is Erik.

"Hullo Jens and Erik," I said.

The boys flashed a grin at me and continued masturbating each other, completely unabashed at the presence of a total stranger.

"They one of my whore's kids," explained Henk, "I'm just teaching them the trade."

"Okay you two, go play in the bedroom for bit. I want to talk to the uncle about business now. I'll call you just now, okay?"

The boys jumped up and scuttled out of the room, giggling, obviously eager to carry on with their sex play.

"Best to train them early," Henk said.

"I suppose so," I replied.

His asking price was R5 000 a head for each of them. At a time when you could buy an entry level Merc for R50 000, that was a hefty price to pay. After a lot of haggling I offered R1 000 a head plus one free overnight charter of Skobbejak for a party of his clients out on Durban bay. I agreed that the three rent boys would be available for that one last occasion. Henk said that he would accept if I would throw in Dirk and Josh as well. I thought "oh why the hell not, they've already had some practice at it!" so I agreed and, for good measure, said I would even throw in another boy I had picked up along the way… Rijn.

And so the deal was done. Henk suggested that we could perhaps collaborate on regular boy sex charters in the future. I politely said that I would think about it.

Then he called Jens and Erik back into the sitting room.

"Take Jens with you to your hotel. He'll give you a great fuck," he said expansively, "On the house!."

I had spent three days away from the boys, so I was pretty horny at that point in time, but I said:

"You know I really need to get back to the boys."

"Those boys are more than able to look after themselves… you'll be driving back in the dark… and another night away won't make any difference," he said, persuasively.

"Well…," I hesitated, "I'm certainly tempted"

"You won't be sorry," said Henk, "He's young but he's coming along good… he learns quick and he loves to fuck," he explained.

"Well… in that case…," I said.

"Great!" said Henk, "Maybe you like him so much you buy him too!"

"I doubt it, but you never know what might happen," I replied, wryly.

"Okay now, Jens," Henk ordered, "You go with this uncle now and show him what you can do, okay?"

Jens grinned and gave Henk and held up a grubby brown thumb in a sign of assent.

"Are you okay with that, Jens?" I asked.

Again he grinned and gave a thumbs-up sign.

"Does he talk?" I asked Henk.

"He talks… But he's got much better uses for his mouth… Isn't that so, Jens?" Henk chuckled.

Again the grin and the thumbs-up.

There was a bit of a delay while Jens looked for his shorts.

Then, as he was about to go out the door, Henk called him back to put his anal stretcher back in. We watched him as he inserted the thick clear Perspex cylinder in his arse with a great deal of huffing, puffing and grunting.

"Come show the uncle!" Henk said to Jens, and the boy came and bent over in front of me with his legs wide apart, pulling at his butt cheeks the better for me to see.

"Look here," Henk said as he aimed a pencil torch at Jens's butt-hole.

The exposed surface of the stretcher was flat and round, like the bottom of a bottle, and in the light of the pencil torch you could actually see the purple red interior of his fuck chute, as if looking through a magnifying lens. The flesh of his anal ring looked stretched to breaking point, but Jens seemed to take it in his stride, walking just slightly wide-legged at first, until his ring became accommodated to the stretcher's girth.

Finally we left and Jens trotted ahead of me on his leathery bare feet as I walked to where I had parked the hired Kombi. Like all of Henk's boys, he was nicely built for his age and I enjoyed watching his muscles bunching and gliding under the smooth brown skin of his bare back and legs and I felt my cock swelling under my shorts as I thought of fucking that hard round arse.

Back in the hotel room Jens dropped his grubby board shorts to the floor practically as he entered the door ahead of me. His buttocks were as tanned as the rest of his body and his little dick was already stiff and hard. I kicked off my beach slops and, as I was pulling my shirt over my head, Jens stood in front of me, hooked his hands in my waistband on either side of me and slid my shorts down. They hooked on my erected cock. Jens whistled in admiration and reached in to ease my cock out sideways so he could get my shorts down, sliding them all the way to my ankles. I stepped out of them and hopped onto the bed. Jens bounced up next to me and looked at me quizzically.

"Well?" I said to Jens, "Show me what you can do!"

Jens shuffled closer on his knees and then lifted his one leg over me to sit astride my chest. He pushed himself backward until his perfect arse came up against my face, the big shiny disk of the hole stretcher staring at me, unwinking. Jens looked back at me over his shoulder, grinning broadly, his big blue eyes sparkling wickedly. I got my fingers behind the stretcher's rim and started twisting and tugging at it to ease it out. It seemed firmly stuck and I struggled with it. Then I realised from Jens's cheeky face that he was gripping it firmly with his sphincter. I smacked his butt with my hand and he giggled naughtily as he let go and the stretcher slid out slowly, slimy with lube jelly and what I presumed must be Henk's cum.

As Jens turned to take my cock in his mouth, I placed my hands on his butt cheeks and looked into his hole, still wide open but slowly flexing closed. Then I lifted my head, shoved my face into his crack and began to lick and probe his hole with my tongue. He smelled and tasted of sea, boy sweat, lube jelly and cum and he squirmed deliciously as I tongued him.

After a while I lay my head back on the pillow and started probing his now closed hole with my forefinger. He was firm but elastic and readily compliant. Soon I was fucking his anus comfortably with two fingers inserted. I made a mental note to find out at what age Henk had started training the boy.

As Jens's tongue spurred my cock ever closer to climax I pulled my fingers out of his hole and, placing both hands against his buttocks, gently propelled him up and forward. Immediately he got the idea. He got up onto his feet, turned around to face me, hovered his butt over my cock and reached a hand through his legs to guide its tip into his hole as he carefully sat down on it. It was tight going in and Jens wriggled and grunted, twisting his hips from side in a screwing motion as he slowly slid down my pole until its whole length was inside him and his hard buttocks were just touching onto my groin.

He waited there, eyes shut, face screwed up and teeth bared in pain for what seemed a long while. His taut body glistened with sweat, his muscles knotted with the strain. I held up my hands for him to hold onto. He grabbed them and held on. He had a strong grip. Then he began to slide his solid young body up and down my pole, his thigh muscles bunching thickly with each upward thrust, growling softly all the while from either pain or pleasure, perhaps both, it was hard to tell. For me, though, it was all pleasure. At eight years of age Jens certainly knew how to fuck. Henk really knew how to train young boys in the art of man sex.

Jens stayed the night, though neither of us did much sleeping. Henk was not exaggerating when he said Jens loved to fuck. He just couldn't get enough of having my cock ramming his arse.

I dropped Jens off with Henk the next morning.

"Great fuck, huh?" he said. It was not really a question.

"Yes he certainly is!" I replied, "How long has he been doing it?"

"I started getting him ready when he was six… like I'm doing with his brother now."

"Wow!" I replied.

"You want to maybe buy Jens too?"

"Very tempting!" I replied, "But I think I have my hands full with six boys right now… Maybe I'll look at it later when things have got more settled."

"You know," said Henk, "Six boys and you is an uneven number… means there's always someone without a fuckmate! It's not natural!"

"Yes, I know," I replied, chuckling inwardly at Henk's notions of what might be natural, "I'll think about it."

After checking out of my hotel I arranged a mooring in the Marina for Skobbejak and attended to a few other things before driving back to Richards Bay.

The moment I arrived I gathered the boys together on Skobbejak's deck and announced that I had bought Johan's, Ben's and Tiaan's freedom from Henk and that, if they and Rijn still wanted to, they would be welcome to join Dirk, Josh, and me and become part of our family on Skobbejak.

The boys were completely overwhelmed and eyes filled with tears despite manful attempts not to show it. I have to say that I was pretty moved myself and had to quickly go busy myself in my cabin until I recovered my composure and allowed the boys to recover theirs. None of us wanted to appear unmanly, of course.

A while later Dirk came to fetch me.

"Dad," he said, "The boys want you."

I followed Dirk through to the crew quarters, where the other five boys were waiting, all of them minus their shorts and standing around a big bed that they had made on the floor from the mattresses they had pulled off the bunks.

"Uncle Jonathan," said Johan, "You gonna have the best fuck fest you ever had "cause we want to thank you for what you done for us," he said.

"This party aren't gonna be over till you fucked all our arses!" added Tiaan.

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