By brhmsj
Copyright 2025 by brhmsj, all rights reserved
[2,828 words]
* * * * *Travels With My Aunt, 8
On the Water
From
what I’d been told it would be about two hours before the captain cut
the engines. I liked the idea of time to myself to catch up on a book
I’d been reading. I must have dozed off at some point because I didn’t
hear François let himself in. What woke me was François lightly teasing
my balls. He woke me and apparently also had the pleasure of seeing my
erection. From the look on his face he was enjoying the view.
“We’re drifting now. The boys said that you wanted to join them for an ocean swim.”
“Yes, I do. Thank you.” Now I could tell that we weren’t moving. “I
think you’d best show me the way as I’m still learning my way around.”
“Of course.” He handed me the beach towel he had brought with him. It
turned out that the route to the swimming deck was straightforward.
Both pairs of brothers were there already.
“We waited for you before we went in,” Edward told me.
“Yeah, let’s go,” Thomas said then did a cannonball into the water. In
short order the other three boys did the same. I wanted to try a dive.
It went well and now I was splashing around with them. The water was
deep so we either had to swim or tread water. It wasn’t long before we
climbed the ladder back to the deck.
After about five minutes
I joined them in doing a cannonball into the water. Thomas did a
surface dive and a few seconds later I felt someone grabbing my cock.
It was Thomas and he popped to the surface. “Nice junk,” he said. He
was the youngest but clearly he’d learned the lingo.
“Thanks.”
“Don’t get any ideas,” Albert called to him. “He’s for us.” That was news!
We pulled ourselves back to the deck. This time we settled on the lounge chairs. The sun felt good as it dried us.
François had remained in attendance while we swam. “All of you need
sunscreen,” he announced. He produced three tubes, handed one each to
George and Albert. “I’ll take care of you,” he told me.
This
time around it turned out that erections were one of the goals of
applying sunscreen. By the time we were done all five of us were hard.
From what I could see, both pairs of brothers were quite expert at
getting each other hard. Meanwhile François was giving me the most
sensuous application of sunscreen I’d ever had.
“Would you do me?” François asked after the finished with me.
“Uh, sure,” I said. I hadn’t expected that but it would be a pleasure
to be running my hands over this handsome young man’s impressive body.
I was serious about getting him covered but when it was time for his
genitals I took my time. It took a while to get him hard which I found
interesting. And rather exciting. Eventually, however, I was coating an
impressive erection with sunscreen. He must have enjoyed it as he let
out with “mm mm” as I worked on him.
Now ready for the sun, I
did my twenty minutes per side. George and Thomas ran around the deck a
bit, followed by some wrestling. The boys had no qualms about grabbing
each other’s genitals during the match. Both were giggling and laughing
as they played.
Rolling his eyes, Edward said to me “you see
what we put up with.” He and Albert did chuckle at this. There was no
doubt that the four boys were friends. Nice to see among relatives.
After the work on our tans I said “I’d like another plunge before tea.”
“Don’t be long, it’s getting close to four,” Albert told me. The others
dove in, too. After a quick swim we climbed back to the deck. “We all
need to shower before tea,” Albert told me. “Aunt Mary doesn’t want us
covered in sea water.” As we headed toward the staterooms, Albert
invited me to join him and Edward for showers. Seemed good to me.
Albert and Edward’s suite was essentially the same as mine. The only
real surprise was that there was only one king-size bed. “Yes, we sleep
together,” Edward said. “So do the boys.”
“Well you are
brothers,” I said, feeling that I had to say something. I looked around
some more but was ushered into the bathroom before I could see much.
The shower was large enough for three which meant that I was pulled
into it with the boys. Washing each other apparently was their routine,
which now included me. Quickly we all were hard.
“Shall we?”
Edward asked Albert. The older boy nodded and both started fondling me.
Given that I already was hard, it didn’t take long to be stimulated by
what they were doing. They were good. They weren’t subtle about their
intention to get me off before tea. With one stroking my erection and
the other teasing my balls it wasn’t long before I let go. It felt good.
“Wow, that was nice!” Albert told me. Edward agreed. Me done, they quickly got each other off.
“We’d better get going,” Edward said when they were done. Since we were
away from shore we could take tea in the nude. Before we left the room
I took another quick look around. Discretely placed in one corner was a
paddle like the one Jenny had at home. I’d check my suite when I was
back there. Whether I had one or not, the message was clear as to how
youngsters were dealt with in this family.
George and Thomas
joined us as we went to join the adults. “Ah, naked boys, the way
things should be,” Mary said as we arrived. I know I blushed a little.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw the four boys making faces. They’d
heard this before.
As we had yesterday, the five of us had our
own seats. The menu was not identical to our first tea which was a nice
surprise. The adults again were just John, Mary, and Aunt Jenny. They
chatted intently, leaving us alone. Some of our time was spent with the
boys drilling me on my time at the Cap. There were knowing smiles when
I mentioned the Beliveaus, even from the younger boys.
“Did they treat you well?” Albert asked.
“Yes. I’m guessing they treat you well, too,” I answered, hoping I sounded like I knew what sort of things went on with them.
“Oh yes.”
“Us, too,” George piped up. That was food for thought. I could imagine
Rejean “mentoring” the young boys, even the prepubescent ones.
After telling some of my story it was time to hear about them. George
and Thomas were the sons of John and Mary’s son. “Dad grew up with
‘boys should not be modest’ and he continued the tradition with us,”
George explained.
“Regular spankings, too,” Thomas added. Why
he felt that was important to add wasn’t explained. However, it did
confirm what I had guessed about the paddle.
Albert and Edward
were the sons of Mary’s younger sister, Irene. Mary also came from a
‘boys should not be modest’ background, having grown up with two
brothers who were kept naked, as much as possible, right through high
school. “Mom saw how it was for her brothers so she knew it would be
good for us,” Albert told me.
In both families the boys were
naked at home much of the time. The parents enjoyed nude recreation so
they regularly were at places like the Cap. All four boys had gone to a
summer camp where nudity was required. In short, being naked was
nothing for them.
This was all so different from what I’d
experienced until this summer. Two weeks at the Cap helped me adjust to
being naked around people. It helped that all the boys here were naked,
too. I was coming to enjoy the freedom of being without clothes. Even
so, none of this had been my own choice, rather it was forced nudity.
Some exploring on the web revealed that forced nudity, especially for
boys, was a real thing and apparently more common than one would think.
It seemed that these boys had no choice about being naked but they
showed every sign of not caring about their naked state.
After some of this chat, I decided to be bold. “Albert and Edward, I noticed a paddle in your suite.” All four guffawed.
“Of course there is. All the adults know that discipline is necessary
for boys and there is nothing to provide discipline like a paddle,”
Albert replied. This was a very adult point of view for a boy of
fifteen or sixteen. Then again, I remembered, they all grew up with it.
“There should be a paddle in your suite, too,” little Thomas piped up.
“And don’t think that Aunt Mary won’t use it,” Edward added. “Or see to it that it does get used.”
“You really shouldn’t be surprised,” Albert took over the conversation.
“We have visited your aunt and seen her paddle. It seemed odd that she
would have one since she doesn’t have kids but she assured us that
every household in that compound has one. I can’t believe that you
didn’t enjoy one at some point,” he added.
I know I blushed.
“I wouldn’t say ‘enjoy’ but, yes, I did get paddled and not just by
Aunt Jenny.” All four boys nodded a silent “of course.” This cruise
could get interesting in ways that I might not care for. Being new, I
didn’t know all the rules. I suspected that it would be easy to
inadvertently do something I shouldn’t. I also suspected that my
ignorance of such things was in the hope that an excuse for a paddling
could be found.
“Thomas got it yesterday,” George said with a big-brother gloat.
“Yes, and you got it the day before,” Edward reminded him. A paddling every day here?
Suddenly we heard Mary’s voice. “They’re talking about paddlings over
there. Boys will be boys!” All three adults joined in knowing laughter.
“I assume Peter has had all the advantages of your paddle.”
“Not just mine!” Aunt Jenny told her. I felt mortified with embarrassment.
“I’m sure it won’t be long before at least one of them gets put to good
use,” Mary said. “Two already have, of course.” All of this loud enough
for us to hear, all the while they behaved as if we weren’t there.
A few minutes later Mary said “you boys run along and don’t be late for
dinner. Peter, Edward can tell you all about being late for meals.”
Edward blushed slightly. No question that she had purposely embarrassed
him. He started to chub a bit, too.
Given that we couldn’t
swim for at least a half-hour, all five of us went to Albert and
Edward’s suite. Once inside the two younger boys wasted no time
tackling me and getting me on the bed. Four young hands explored my
body, head to toe.
“He’s got a nice one, doesn’t he?” George said when they had me fully hard.
“Great balls, too,” Thomas added, as he gave them a squeeze which made me yelp. “Get him off yet?” he asked the older boys.
“Naturally,” was all Albert said.
“Guess we need to now,” Thomas said in response. Next thing I knew he
was stroking me lightly, almost edging, while George was teasing my
balls. In no time they had me squirming. When they had me focused on my
rising arousal my legs were lifted and one of the other boys had a
finger on my hole. It was difficult to focus on all the stimulation but
whoever it was knew well how to stimulate the anus.
What was
most surprising at how long they held me off. What they were doing
should have had me shooting in just a few minutes. From what I could
tell when they were done, I’d gone about twenty minutes before
exploding. And I certainly did explode, along with a loud and long
shout. I hoped that the adults couldn’t hear.
“Oh, he’s good,”
said Thomas when I’d been drained. I lay on the bed panting, through
the haze hearing them talk about me as if I wasn’t there. Or was a
science experiment of some kind. Finally I was able to get out a “thank
you, guys. That was amazing.” The response was four smug faces. These
guys were quite experienced apparently.
“Up for another swim before we need to get dressed for dinner?” Albert asked.
“We are dressed for dinner, silly,” Edward said eliciting great gales of laughter from the other three.
“A well practiced ad lib,” I said when the laughter died down.
“You’re a wise guy,” George said. Next thing I knew I was tackled by
all four and they were doing their best to tickle me. Despite myself, I
gave in and was laughing uncontrollably. All in good fun. I liked these
guys.
When the tickling died down little Thomas asked “should we paddle him, too?”
“No, we’ll leave that to François,” Albert said, surprisingly sagely. “Hm,” I thought.
“OK, boys, I’m going to skip the swim as I’d like to relax for a while before dinner,” I told them.
“François will make sure you’re awake,” Edward assured me. With that I
said “see ya later” and went to my stateroom. Almost immediately I feel
asleep. It seemed minutes later that François was gently tickling my
balls to wake me up. A wake-up call I could get used to!
“It’s almost dinner time. You should get going so you won’t be late.”
“Ah, merci, mon ami.”
I washed up, not that I really needed to. François waited for me to
escort me to the dining room to ensure I didn’t lose my way. He and I
were first, even the adults weren’t there yet.
Moments later
the four boys romped in. Henri appeared and said “settle down. You know
that Mary likes meals to be calm.” Quickly the boys did settle down.
The five of us found our seats. A minute or two later the adults appeared. Mary showed signs of approval of our nakedness.
“How was your day?” Jenny asked me after giving me a quick kiss on the cheek.
“Couldn’t have been better. The boys took good care of me.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” Mary said, having overheard us.
“Thank you, ma’am,” I said. With that she told us to take our seats. Dinner again was superb. I could get used to this, too.
Dinners also were more formal than I was used to. That was not a
complaint. Perhaps most notable to me was that we did not leave the
dining room until Mary had said the meal was done. She was gracious
about it but everyone observed her rules.
When she was ready
to dismiss us she stood and everyone did the same. “Boys, there are
films if you want to watch something. Henri or François will see to
that if you wish. Or feel free to read or watch TV. If you want to use
the pool, do let Henri know as I don’t want you swimming unattended.”
“Thank you,” the four boys said and I added my thanks.
“I’d rather play a video game,” young Thomas said. George liked that
idea and those two disappeared to the designated room for that.
“You’re coming with us,” Albert said casually. Not a command but I
didn’t question it, either. We went to their stateroom. “I’ve put a
toothbrush out for you,” Albert said once we were in the room. Ah yes,
I’d been told I was sleeping here. Told, not asked or consulted. The
idea of sharing the giant bed with these two was appealing. One thing
the Cap had done was awaken a sexuality in me that I had no idea could
possibly exist.
We watched some TV, a brother on each side of
me on the bed. When the TV went off two pairs of hands immediately
started exploring my body. I was hard in record time.
“Don’t we want to wait for the lights to go out?” I asked in a joking tone.
“He’s right,” said Edward. We were off the bed and into the bathroom.
It didn’t much time in there and then we were under the covers with the
lights off. Unlike my nights at the Cap I felt I was a much more active
participant.
Moreover, also unlike the Cap, in the morning I
happily could remember what had gone on and who had done what to whom.
At breakfast I knew that I was wearing what they call a shit-eating
grin and I didn’t care who saw.
The cruise would only get better, both on land and sea. Except for when paddles appeared.