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Subject: Caribbean Adventure Chapter 12 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. If you are potential crew, I’d love to hear from you. And if anyone wants to give me feedback or have a chat, my email is 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. Finally, just to say that this chapter is less sexually charged than some of the previous chapters, so please stay with me as i transition to a whole new bundle of fun. Live aboard boys A season sailing in the Caribbean CHAPTER 12 “Right, who’s going to be our navigator today and where are you taking us?” I ventured? I wasn’t short of volunteers as all the boys joined a chorus of “me, me….”. “OK, Seb and Scotty, you two handle the navigation. Jonno and Jack can help me on deck? Now Master Navigators, where to?” “Can we follow Harry please Tim? He’s that boy on the schooner. They’re heading over to St Kitts. He’s been stuck on that big yacht with just his parents and the crew for a month now, and he says that he’s bored out of his mind. We said that we’d try to persuade you.” Now as it happens, St Kitts is a favourite of mine and being a day sail away was a good choice of destination. “I’m fine with that, but remember that tomorrow is New Year’s Eve. St Kitts is usually pretty quiet. Wouldn’t you rather be somewhere more exciting with a carnival and fireworks like St Baarths?” Jonno’s face fell as the words came out of my mouth. Not a sensible suggestion. “But if you guys are happy with St Kitts, then St Kitts it is. We’ll need to clear in at the main port first, but after that we can go to St Christopher’s Harbour, which is nice and sheltered and has some great reefs nearby for snorkelling. Does that sound like a plan?” Smiles and nods said yes, so i had Seb and Scotty go below to the chart table to lay off a course (I’ve been there enough not to need one and the navigation is really just island hopping, but it gives the başakşehir escort boys something to work on) whilst Jonno and Jack helped me to set sail. Ten minutes later we were on our way. The sky was electric blue with scattered little fluffy clouds, the wind was blowing the usual trade winds 20 knots and we were starting to romp along. As we came out from behind the headland, we met the seas and swell rolling in from the Atlantic, with all the power that an unobstructed 3000 mile fetch across the ocean gives them. Belle Aventure’s bow rose to meet the waves, spreading plume after plume of spray as she crashed through the waves with water occasionally running along the leeward side deck. The sound of crashing from down below suggested that perhaps there were a few loose items that should have been better secured after breakfast, but things soon settled down. “Boys, take care moving around please. Remember, one hand for yourselves and one for the boat” recalling a line that my Father had drilled into me. “Does anyone fancy seeing if we can catch something for lunch?” Five minutes later we had my best rod and game reel set in it’s bracket on one of the aft stanchions with a lot of line and a brightly coloured lure streamed astern. The boys all wanted to fiddle with the reel, but in the end i managed to persuade them that if the fish were there, they’d be more likely bite without the boy’s assistance. After a mid morning snack and boat chores, we settled down to the leisurely business of sailing between the islands, keeping the boys aware of the landmarks around them, trying to identify the sea birds flying overhead (with whoops of joy as the birds nose dived into the sea to catch their lunch) and all the time watching the flying fish skimming impossibly low over the surface of the sea, which, with the sea running quite hard, was an amazing feat. Meanwhile, i kept an eye open for other shipping and made sure that the autopilot kept us headed in the right direction. Jonno piped up: “Daddy, is it ok for us to go naked now please? There’s no one else in sight”. I scanned the horizon. Jonno was indeed right – with the exception of Altair, who was now a long way ahead of us, we were indeed alone. “Alright i agreed, but sun tan cream for all of you, so best you grab some factor 30 and get your cute little bottoms over here so that i can do your backs”. If I’d been running an Olympic 100 metre relay i doubt that the response would have been any faster. In a minute flat i had all 4 boys vying to have me rub sun cream on their backs whilst they variously did their own fronts. Well, more or less. Judging by the semi hard ons I suspect that there was some halkalı escort mutual application. “How about you Daddy Tim?” said Seb and Scotty almost simultaneously. “You still have your shorts on” said Seb. “That’s not fair”. In just a a moment i had two boys hauling down my shorts, out of which tumbled my less than limp cock. “Haha” said Jonno. “Daddy’s getting a hard on”. “Thanks for letting everyone know Jonno” i replied. “My pleasure. Right guys, let’s make sure Daddy doesn’t get sunburned”. To say that the boys were thorough in applying sun cream was an understatement, although my cock and crack seemed to be getting more than their fair share of attention. My semi had gone to a raging hard on, encouraged by Jack rather expertly skinning back my foreskin, rolling it over my swollen glans with his little fingers. Moments later I felt a finger invade my butt hole, immediately scoring a direct hit on my prostate. Seb pinched one of my nipples between each finger and thumb. And just to finish it off, Jonno lock lips with me and explored my mouth, probing my tongue with his. To say that i was in heaven was a lie – this was incomparably better! At the very moment at which i was about to pass the point of no return, the reel started to scream. “Fish!!!” shouted the boys in unison. In a moment they were all by the rod. “Keeping your fingers well clear boys. Jonno, can you please gently head us up into wind to reduce our speed. Jack, can you please get the gaff….taking care with the sharp tip. Seb, put the harness on so that you’re ready to starting hauling whatever we’ve caught in. Scotty, i want you to gently apply the clutch on the reel, so as to slow him down before all the line is gone”. As the clutch came on, the line went tight. Then we watched as the line started to go deeper in the water, and then out to our port side, and then up again. Seconds later, there was a bright flash of silver as whatever it was that we’d hooked jumped ten feet clear of the water, before diving deep again. I took a look at Seb. He had the fighting harness that we had secured over his shoulder and around his waist as best as he could, bearing in mind that it was meant to fit an adult. The pad where the heel of the road was supposed to sit was more or less on his boy bits. “Come here champ. Let me see if if can help you with that”. A minute later, he was looking more comfortable and I transferred the rod from the holder and into his hands, taking care to place the heel of the rod into the socket of the fighting harness (the thought of how i’d enjoy placing my rod into his socket hand’t passed me by, despite the job in hand!). “OK, now reel him in whilst the line şirinevler escort is slack like this. Get as much in as you can. When he tries to go off again, don’t give him any ground if you can help it. You’re harness is attached to the boat, so you’re not going anywhere. He’ll tire before long”. As it happened, Seb tired after 5 minutes, as did Jonno and then Scotty. This was one hell of a fighter! We probably had him to within a few hundred feet of the boat, all the time going deep, then shallow, then left and then right. “Jack, are you ready to have a go?” Jack was hanging back, with a look of concern on his face that told me he wasn’t keen. “No worry fella. Right, let’s see if i can bring him in.” A few minutes later we’d landed a nice sized yellow fin tuna. I poured some white rum into his gills to sedate him (what a way to go) and then got on with the business of dispatching him, keeping the flesh and discarding the bones and inedible bits. The boys looked on, with the exception of Jack, who was up my the mast. “Boys, can you please wash the decks and put the fishing gear away for now. Jonno, can you please put the tuna in the fridge whilst i go and see what’s up with Jack?” I found Jack sitting with his back to the mast, with his knees clutched to his chest. There were smudges of tears on his cheeks. “Hey buddy. Wanna talk?” Jack shook his head. I put my arm around his shoulder and pulled him into me. He had a little sob. We talked. It turned out he’d never seen a fish caught before and wasn’t happy with what he saw, although i pointed out to him that he generally coped OK when it came frozen from the supermarket shaped as a fish finger, which he laughed at. I pointed out that if we ate and enjoyed what we’d caught, it would have been worthwhile. With that he seemed happier. Lunch was, predictably, tuna. Jack ate all his, and half of Jonno’s too, as well as a large helping of chips. We’re lucky to have a sun awing that covers the aft cockpit that we can keep it up for shade even when we’re sailing. After lunch, the boys bought up cushions from down below, and i was soon greeted by the sight of 4 naked bronze tanned boys zonked out in the shade of the cockpit as they slept off lunch. Meanwhile, Daddy kept Belle Aventure headed towards St Kitts and whatever fun lay ahead for us there. I had a feeling that this could be a New Year’s Eve to remember! [Note to readers: just in case you find yourselves fishing in the seas between the British Virgin Islands and Martinique these days, please note that the game fish in this area are mostly infected with Ciguatera. At the least you could have nasty food poisoning. So if you do catch anything, please catch and release it. It isn’t worth the risk trying to eat it. It wasn’t this way in the 70s when this story was set, but proliferation of algae blooms from a particular marine microalgae and fish feeding on this algae has tended any reef fish in this area inedible. Please be warned].

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