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Subject: Caribbean Adventure Chapter 7 This is my first contribution to Nifty. I have two passions: sailing and boys, so it seemed only natural to bring the two together for you. Hopefully you’ll enjoy either sailing or boys, or maybe both! I have to confess that i enjoyed writing this, with a lot of of written as i flew to the Southern Hemisphere. I recommend it as a great way of whiling away the hours! If there are sailors out there, I’d love to hear from you. And if anyone else wants to give me feedback or have a chat, my email ota. Needless to say that the there’s fact and fiction in here, and that any sections implying activities that involve contact with minors are of course entirely fictional. So I invite you to step onboard my fantasy world and sail off over the horizon with me. I discovered Nifty a year ago. It’s an awesome resource for reasons that we all understand and it costs money to keep it going, so please be sure to donate to .Org in order to ensure that it keeps allowing freedom of thought and expression. Live aboard boys A season sailing in the Caribbean CHAPTER 7 Dawn was starting to lighten the sky when i became aware of quiet giggling and then the feeling of soft skin against mine. As i lay in the semi dark trying to work out what was going on, it dawned on me that i could feel soft skin on both my back and my front. I was apparently the filling in a boy sandwich. Half asleep, I draped one arm around whoever was in front of me, whilst another arm wrapped itself around me from behind. I had no idea who was who. It was nice though, so i just let it be and gently dozed. Actually i must have fallen fast asleep again as i found myself being woken by Jack, gently shaking me on the shoulder and proffering me a mug of tea. I took the tea, lifted the sheet and made room for him to hop back into bed. Tea in the morning served by a gorgeous naked boy? With this sort of service in the morning I could be a very happy man! Over breakfast I outlined plans for today. I had both boys dress somewhat smartly so that they wouldn’t get thrown out of the clothes shop as urchins. By 9am we were heading for the dinghy dock, from where it would be a short walk to the store. I’d figured that life would be easiest if i gave the boys freedom to choose. “Right guys, here’s the deal: your each get an allowance of $50 to spend. It’s up to you what you buy, provided that you get at leats 3 t- shirts, 3 pairs of shorts and 4 pairs on underpants each. Oh, and something that looks a little bit smart for when we go out to dinner.” And as they scattered to the corners of the store on a clothes buying rampage i shouted after them “and make sure that it fits….I’ll be checking! You’ve got an hour”. I took a look around, but didn’t really need much for myself. I took a look around the boyswear section, spending a bit of time looking at their underwear options. Being the 70s, it was all pretty dire, but i noted some nicely cut white briefs and picked out 2 pairs each for the boys in what I thought were their sizes. When the hour was almost up i noticed a bit of a commotion at the fitting room. The poor lady there was trying to re-fold clothes from a large pile of `rejects’ from the cubicles. I guessed what was happening and went over to her. “I’m so sorry. Are my boys causing you grief?” “Well, they are certainly going through everything we have to offer” said the lady, diplomatically. “OK guys, who’s in which cubicle?” A door opened and out popped Jack’s head. “Can you give me a hand please daddy?” Without looking at the lady i went inside to find Jack stuck in a t-shirt that was plainly 2 sizes too small. “Ah, OK, i see the problem. Arms up!” With that i skinned the t-shirt over his head and he was free. I looked inside the label: 8 – 10 years. That explained it. “Jack, i think maybe you need to başakşehir escort be looking at bigger sizes. Give me what you want to try on and I’ll go and fetch them for you. Meanwhile you can try on these” passing him the two packets of underwear. “I’ll be back in a moment.” I managed to find the bits that Jack wanted in his size and went back to the cubicle. I knocked on the door and pushed it open. There was Jack, sitting on the seat in the corner of the cubicle, wearing one of the new pairs of underpants. There was a pronounced tent in front. He grinned. “Erm, so you like them then?” I asked. “Yes daddy, although maybe they’re a little small for me?” he said as he stood up, the tent then becoming very obvious. I turned him around, to check the fit at the back; two perfect boy bum cheeks were nuzzled in white cotton. I turned him around to face me again and ran my fingers under the front of the pants underneath his ball sack. “Hmm. Nicely filled but not too tight. How’s the waistband?” I ran my index fingers of each hand along the inside of the waistband, allowing them to slide between his flat tummy and the material, pulling the waistband gently away from his skin. “All good there too champ. All OK inside?” He grinned. “You’d better check daddy”. I knelt down. Using my fingers i pulled the waistband of the underpants down below his ball sack, carefully lifting it over the tip of his cocklet. And what a sight. Just under 4 inches long, but as thick as two thumbs. Much thicker than Jonno’s. His balls were tight up into his ballsack, which looked at that moment like a dried walnut. Everything was totally smooth. His foreskin was already partially retracted, leaving the tip of his glans dry and exposed. Using my other hand, i gently slid the foreskin back all the way between my finger and thumb, to reveal a gorgeous mushroom head with a slightly flared edge. I was going to enjoy being fucked by that one day. “That all looks fine, but a little dry” i said. Jack edged forward, smiling. I leaned towards him and took his beautiful cock head into my mouth, savouring the gorgeous funky aroma as i went. I ran my tongue around the edge of his mushroom, causing Jack to shiver involuntarily as i did so. Closing my lips fully round his cock, I slid along his thick shaft until my nose touched his soft tummy. He let out a slight moan. I looked up at him as if to say `shush!”. I place my free hand on his right butt cheek and held him steady as I let my lips travel up and down his cock, occasionally running my lips over his cock head. I gathered pace. Jack placed both of his hands behind my head, gently encouraging me to take his cock deeper on each stroke. Moments later his tummy contracted, followed my his whole little body shaking. He half fell, half sat down hard onto the bench in the corner of the cubicle. “Well, i think they’re fine” i said. Why don’t you gather up all the clothes that you want and I’ll see you at the cash desk in ten minutes. I just need to check on Jonno next.” Checking to see that my boner was hidden as far as I could, i left Jack’s cubicle and called out, “Jonno, how are you getting on?” A cubicle door opened ajar and Jonno’s head popped out. “Not bad but i need a hand please.” “What’s up?” I asked “Is it the clothes?”. He grinned sheepishly. “No daddy, i have an itch”. “OK, no problem. Whereabouts?” Jonno turned around, pushed his pants down to his knees and promptly bent over, proffering me his bum and pulling his cheeks apart. “There daddy”. “Hmm” i said, it looks as though you got a mosquito bite. How on earth did it get there i wonder. Cream would be best, but that’s back on the boat. But maybe i can help by seeing if i can sooth it”. I ran my finger up and down his crack, grazing his rosebud as i went. Jonno pushed his butt back towards me, ending halkalı escort up just a couple of inches from my nose, giving me a divine waft of his boy funk. With one hand on either butt side, i used man thumbs to gently prize his cheeks apart. I ran my tongue up and down his crack, savouring every sensation. To call his rosebud a rosebud would be wrong. It was in fact a tiny hole, more like a little slit. It was as if he’d had an electric shock as my tongue made contact with it. He gasped and then let out a moan. I reached up my left hand and clamped it over his mouth. I pressed the tip of my tongue against his boy hole, teasing, probing. Jonno wriggled his bum against my tongue, trying to fuck his hole against my outstretched tongue. Heaven! With my left hand I reached out around his waist to grab his rock hard boy cock. Wow…..that felt so different to holding Jack’s thick monster. I squeezed the fold of skin over his glans and gently massaged his cockhead through the foreskin, each time pulling his skin back a little further. Luckily he wasn’t tight, but i wanted him to savour the feeling of his sensitive glans being slowly unveiled, enjoying that delicious feeling as the skin travels over the moist pink tip. Very soon it was all the way back, with the skin stretched all the way down. He shuddered. I continued to probe his sweet butthole with my tongue. He continued to wriggle and squirm against me. I picked up the pace on his cock, alternately stretching his foreskin all the way down and then pulling it right over the end of his cock, pulling the nozzle of skin past his glans. I took my hand from his mouth, sucked on my ring finger, pulled my tongue away from his hole and in one smooth motion plunged my finger deep into his now very wet and relaxed butt. Mmm. His prostate was already hardening; I didn’t have a moment to lose. As i finger fucked him i used my left hand to guide his rock hard spike into my mouth, noting as i did so the tiny dribble of clear fluid at the tip. Daddy’s treat. Jonno thrust his cock into my mouth, quickly matching the rhythm of my finger as i hammered his love button. Moments later, Jonno let out a strangled “Mmmmmmmf” has he tried to silence a gasp. His whole body shook; his cock throbbed and twitched in my mouth. Sweet stickiness on my tongue. Jonno went limp. I gently slid his cock from my mouth and my finger from his bum, transferring my boy butt fucking finger to my lips, savouring the taste of his boy juices, mixing them the flavour with the boy nectar already on my tongue. I sat him down on the cubicle bench. As i did so, i said in a louder voice than was strictly necessary, “well, that’s a nasty bite son. Be sure to put some ointment on it once we get back to the boat”. “I will daddy”. “Good boy. Now let’s take all those clothes to the cash desk”. Jack was waiting at the cash desk by the time that we got there. He shot us a grin. “What kept you?” “I had to scratch Jonno’s itch, just like i had to scratch yours. Right, let’s see what the damage is.” The poor lady at the cash desk was kept busy for 20 minutes as the boys made last minute changes. Good to my word, i said nothing about their choices; actually, I didn’t need to; i was impressed by both their selections: I’d no longer be escorted by two boys looking like castaways or cabbage patch dolls! They were fairly close on budget too, with both being a few dollars under the $50 that I’d allowed them. I settled in cash, leaving the boys to cope with carrying 4 shopping bags each. “Let’s head back to the dinghy and get this lot back to the boat.” On the way back, they chatted excitedly about their choices. As the hubbub died down I ventured a plan for the rest of the morning: “I have to be at the lawyer’s office at midday. I have no idea how long I’ll be. So you have a choice: either şirinevler escort you can stay onboard and read or play games, or else you can come with me but wait it out at the ice cream place around the corner.” Silly question for two 11 year old boys i suppose. “Ice cream!!!” came their response in unison. An hour later we were back at the dinghy dock. I’d dressed in shorts and a polo shirt, looking `island smart’ and had my waterproof document bag with me. Despite having just spent $100 on new clothes, the boys were dressed in their raggedy shorts, vests and flip flops. “We didn’t want to spoil the new clothes daddy”. I give up. The ice cream shop was on the way to the lawyer’s office. I settled the boys down at a table, gave a $10 note to the lady at the counter, explained that I’d be a meeting and asked her to keep an eye on them until I returned. With the boys settled in, i set off, arriving at the lawyer’s office with a few minutes to spare. I sat down in the waiting room, idly flicking through magazines. Andy burst through the door, looking hot and a bit out of breath: “sorry I’m late; the outboard died on me so i had to row”. “No worries. Shall i let the secretary know we’re ready to go, or would you like some time to catch your breath?” “Let’s go. I’ll be fine he said”. The lawyer listened to Andy explaining what we wanted to do, asking various questions along the way. He then outlined the process and told us what documents we’d each need to produce. We’d have to appear in front of a local magistrate who would interview each of us, following which he would make his decision. If all went well he would stamp the papers and I’d be the boy’s legal guardian in perpetuity from thereon. As we were in the Dutch half of St Maarten, it would be the same as doing it in a court back in Holland. Therefore it would be recognised wherever we went. He buzzed through to his secretary to ask her to check with the clark of the court when the hearing would be. A few minutes later his phone rang. After a few “hums” and “OKs” he placed the phone back on the receiver. “That’s all fixed. I need you to both be back here at 9am a week today, which will be the first working day back after New Year. The hearing is set for 10am.” “Many thanks i replied. Are we able to leave St Maarten in the meantime?” “Yes you can. My secretary is just typing a document that will make you the boy’s temporary legal guardian for a week. If you can please let me have both the their passports, I’ll have her incorporate their full names, passport numbers and dates of birth for identification purposes. The same for you as well please Mr Orchard.” I opened up my waterproof bag and passed across the passports. He flicked them open. “Ah, both coming up to their eleventh birthdays; such a sweet age don’t you agree?” If i didn’t know better, I would have sworn that I’d seen a smile cross his face. The secretary came in a collected the passports. Five minutes later i shook hands with both of them, picked up the letter from he secretary along with the three passports and placed them safely in my bag. “See you again in a week” i said, and with that i left the office. As i was passing it on my way to the ice cream parlour, I popped my head around the door of the yacht agents that i used in town. “Hi Nancy. We’re back. Any post for me please?” “Ah, Tim, good to see you, and looking so well too” Nancy beamed. She was always smiling. “You have a bundle of letters actually, and a couple of small packages. I think that the spares that you ordered from the UK last month finally arrived. There’s duty to pay by the way. Twenty bucks I’m afraid.” I knew what was in the package, so that was a price well worth paying. Nancy placed the letters and packages into an old carrier bag. “You’re good to go.” “Thanks Nancy. I’ll be back in a week. Oh, and Happy New Year to you. Have you got plans?” “Oh, just the usual…..family will come over and we’ll watch the fireworks in the bay.” “Well, that sounds lovely. I’m not sure where we’ll be yet, but the fireworks sound like fun. Thanks for that. See you next week then.”
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