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Subject: Teaching young Tom, Part one, for Adult/Youth section My name is Dan, and this is the start of a long running story so I must start by asking that all you who read it, and many of Nifty’s wonderful site support them by making a donation to their expenses. They give a lot of us great pleasure. I run a small boatyard on the South coast of Spain. I have never been married although I have a good mix of friends but as you will gather soon, boy’s are my main attraction and I am very happy to live with that! One of my favorite jobs is teaching youngsters to handle a boat, and sail. I am in my early thirties, fit, athletic, and most of all enjoy the outside life. Hence the sailing. One of my great pleasures is watching the young boys in the old harbour swimming off the quay, admiring their beautiful lithe tanned bodies as they fool about together. I have been lucky occasionally to get to know a boy more intimately in ways that will come out in the story as it unfolds in future episodes.I have had many bright cheerful clients for the sailing, mostly late teens and of either sex but I have been spurred on to write this by my latest boy. He arrived with his earnest Dad and was, I found out later late twelve years old. The Dad told me that his boy was in fact nearing his thirteenth birthday but was a bit of a loner and often very shy with strangers. He went on to explain that his son, Tom, was going to school in England as a boarder at a prestigious prep school. He and Tom were on holiday for a month while undergoing a rather messy divorce with his wife at home which clearly had upset the lad. I was immediately smitten by the boy’s appearance. He was stunning as he stood shyly, head a bit downcast, as his Dad arranged a session with me in two days time. He said he had solicitors meetings all day and would like Tom to join me for a whole day’s tuition. He would like me to arrange the start of an intensive sailing course including, if I could, lunch, a high tea or early supper. and he would like Tom to join at eight thirty after his breakfast, and to be collected by him at nine the same evening. Could I do that? He went on to say that if it went well he would like me to take on the boy on an almost permanent basis while he was working all day. Could I heck, wow, this angelic looking boy to myself for a whole day and then for most of the month after! I could already imagine stopping off at my favorite secluded cove for a swim on day one, and made a note to put in some of my saved boy’s swimwear which I had collected over some time. I wondered if i could break down his reported shyness. In my experienc the shy ones often reacted best to friendly attention! It was agreed, and the boy was taken off to there hotel by his Dad. I will describe the boy, or at least what I could see of him so far. The feature that most caught my eye was his cute button nose with a scattering of freckles. I know it sounds corny but also the soft looking rosebud lips the softness of which I sincerely hoped I would be able to sample at some stage. A mop of slightly unruly dirty blonde hair worn long down the back of his neck, and large brown eyes. His delicate pursaklar escort young hands were clasping and flexing as I sized him up. He was wearing white gym shorts under which I could vaguely see the outline of what looked, hopefully to me, like brief bikini style undies. Long brown hairless legs with sandals on his bare feet. His shirt was a white cotton button up, with the short tails hanging over his gym shorts. In a word, he was stunning! I held out my hand to the boy, “Well Tom, I look forward to starting your tuition the day after tomorrow. Ask your Dad to drop you off here and for day one, after I have shown you all the working parts and how to rig the boat, we will sail up the coast in my faithful lug rigged wooden boat, Geronimo! She is six metres long with a small cuddy mainly for dry stowage. Don’t forget to bring some spare clothes and your swim gear because I will want to assess your capabilities for any emergency that might happen.” “Okay Sir, see you then!” was the boy’s response which I thought was firmly said and anything but shy! At home that evening I selected from my boys swimwear drawer a thin strap sided dark green patterned speedo with bright orange bird motifs on the front pouch. It was made from thin slightly silky material, shiny on the outside. I had removed yhe double lining of the pouch which now allowed room for movement and expansion within, also to help ones imagination. It was my favorite and I sincerely hoped I would coax young Tom into it before day one was finished. I added two big soft towels to the bag, a couple of sweaters, spare shorts for me, then finally, ever optimistic, a few lengths of thin cord for if things panned out my way! No doubt I would think of and add more goodies before the trip! On the designated day Tom arrived with his Dad in the car and emerged wearing again his gym shorts but with a casual sports vest also in white. I looked down at his feet to see he was still wearing sandals so I suggested to him that was not right for boating and to kick them off for a bare foot day. His Dad understood and put the sandals in the car and promised for next time Tom would be kitted out in proper boating shoes. I picked up Tom’s bag of spare clothes and turned to his Dad. “The plan is this. First I take Tom through the basics of boat handling and we will rig Geronimo. Dry gear and food will be stowed forward before we set off for him to handle the boat under sail. I plan a two hour sail to a small cove where we will lunch and swim. We will return about five, pack up Geronimo and go back to my Villa where he can start to learn about navigation and other nautical things. You Sir, can pick him uo at any time around nine from the Villa, and i gave him the address.” Having told me he understood the plan he immediately confirmed his wish for the boy to be trained by me for the next month. Tom looked pleased when I readily agreed, after which his dad swept off in his rather grand car! I guided Tom with a hand behind his head to where Geronimo waited. he made no objection to my contact so i put my arm casually around his shoulders. Again no pulling rize escort away, if anything he came to stand closer, looking up and grinning at me. “Hey Sir, it all sounds like a lot of fun. I am really looking forward to the swimming and lunch stop!” “I hope you brought some suitable swimming gear Tom, although I have some left behind by other boys. I am certainly looking forward to it too!” I taught him how to rig the boat as quickly as possible and finally we were off, sailing out of the harbour. It was a typical Mediterranian day, hot sun and light breeze and once clear of the watching people on the harbour wall Tom turned to me. “Sir, would it be alright if I stripped off a bit to get a better tan, I have my school undies under my shorts and they are quite decent.” “Go for it Boy, of course you can, there is only me to see you now we are at sea!” He peeled off his shirt and for the first time I could admire more of his boyhood beauty. Lightly tanned, smooth and hairless with the first signs of a sixpack replacing puppy fat. He smiled at me blushing slightly and then pulling the elastic waistband of his shorts out he slid the small white gym shorts down his legs to stand clad now only in a very brief pair of white pants. He must have seen my stare because he immediately asked if that was okay! “That, young Tom, is more than okay. You have a stunning body and it is a pleasure to have you on my boat, so come and sit by me here and take the tiller while i guide you on how to get the best out of Geronimo!” He made his way to sit beside me and i put my arm around his shoulders while he steered the boat. I let my hand do a bit of idle caressing up and down his back, enjoying the wonderful smoothness, nothing too blatant yet but even so I wondered if I could detect just a slight swelling in the folds of his pants. I knew then that nothing was going to stop me in my private little cove as I got the distinct feeling that this boy was willing for anything, and to test this theory I told him that rather than sit around in his underwear I would rather he wore a proper pair of briefs and I had some I had a feeling he would like if he wanted to top up his suntan! Leaving him to steer, which he had now mastered, I went forward and got out of my bag the little strap sided green patterned speedo. Handing them to him I told him to put them on! He handed the helm back to me and went to crouch in the focsle and I watched as he lowered his pants and was naked for a moment, then before he could pull them fully up I was excited to notice what appeared to be a few dark red lines accross his butt. He came back to me, blushing slightly, a sat close to me asking if he could now steer again. “Sir, this costume is ever so brief, do you mind me like this?” “Wow Boy, I love it, you look fantastic. “Tom, while you were changing I could not help notice the marks on your butt. Who did that to you. Do you want to tell me?” he blushed delightfully as he turned to look at me. “That was Dad Sir, and I did deserve it! I stole a ten euro note out of his wallet and didn’t think he would notice. He seemed to have plenty!” “Tell me boy, what did ankara rus escort he do to you, and when was this? You can tell me it all in strict confidence so let’s hear it!” “This will probably sound silly to you Sir, but in our family I have always been punished naked to make it more humiliating according to Dad. As I have got older the punishments have become harder of course and a year ago I refused to bend over the old leather chair arm! Dad was furious and when I had stripped he produced a length of cord and tied my wrists in front of me Sir. But Sir, do you want me to go on? “Oh yes Boy, what a story, so how come these latest stripes on your butt?” “Okay Sir, I will tell you that in a minute, but please please never tell anyone. Do you promise?” “Of course i do, i want to hear it all.” “So this first time of being tied I was now naked with my hands bound and, well, it made me sort of excited so I had to cover my privates with my hands. Dad grabbed me and told me to raise my arms over my head to let him beat me with his belt and when I raised them he could see that I had a stiffie. He marched me out to the garden, grabbing a length of rope on the way, which he threw over the branch of an apple tree. Sir, in a weird way I was excited. I was helpless and sexually aroused as he pulled my arms up tightly over my head. I am going to whip your arse boy until that stiffie goes down. Next thing we knew was Mum coming out screaming blue murder. Dad grabbed her and tried to explain, but that was a year ago, and was the start of the divorce process!” “Tom, boy, what a story, but again, how come the current stripes i saw? “Well Dad did those yesterday when he found I had again pinched a few euros from his wallet.” “For Christs sake Boy, hav’n’t you learned your lesson by now. Don’t you get pocket money? Tom looked a bit sheepish but also delightful as he sat close to me in the sexy costume and my hand continued to gently stroke his back. “Well I know it sounds daft Sir, but I actually sort of get a funny thrill from Dad getting in a strop and stripping me and then tying me up! Do you think i am a weirdo Sir?” he looked at me, blushing even harder. “Anyway he tied my legs to the metal bed frame at the bottom, tefore bending me over and tieing my wrists to the headboard, he gave me ten with his belt, but we are in a hotel so he could not go too mad! “Oh no Boy, you are certainly not weird, it is a natural trait in lots of boys and men, especially young boys like you. Don’t worry, but you have no need to steal to make it happen, and when we get back to my Villa tonight i will show you a thing or two that might excite you!” I dropped my hand to rest on his little pouch but he quickly pushed my hand away, then almost immediately after another look into my eyes, he put his hands to one side and slightly opened his legs to give me better access and I felt for the first time his rampant hard cocklet inthrough the thin fabric. Tom leant back as far as he could and gave out a sigh of contentment. The scene was set but was about to get a whole lot better when his Dad came up with another request that evening! I hope you enjoyed part one of Tom’s story. It is of course imaginary but also rather likely. Please make any suggestions as it is only feed back that will let me know if it should continue. I have in mind a pretty hectic schedule of learning for Tom and would welcome some ideas for him! Enjoy, Dan
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