I'll never forget that week with my friend Michael. We'd known each other since we were kids. We'd spent many hours together as boys with Michael's dad on his dad's boat, a small two-berth cabin cruiser he kept moored on an area of English waterways called the Norfolk Broads. Michael and I were now both twenty, both on university vacation, and for the first time ever Michael's dad had let us take the boat out ourselves for a week's holiday on the Broads.
We set out from the marina one glorious summer Saturday afternoon and cruised sedately along the river. It was blazing hot and we were both just in shorts, two slim, tanned, decent-looking muscular boys. Michael was blonde, tousle-haired and clean shaven, a counterpart to my dark hair and trendy trimmed beard. We got plenty of admiring glances and waves from girls in swimsuits and bikinis perched on passing boats.
We moored on the riverside in the early evening, cooked a meal then drank beers and browsed the girly porn magazines Michael had "borrowed" from his dad's secret stash. Then we went to bed in the two parallel berths in the rear cabin of the boat.
I guess that's when for me it started. It was a hot night and we slept in just our underwear. Scarcely were the lights out when from Michael's bed came the unmistakeable sound of him masturbating. I heard the rhythmic rustling of his bedclothes, the rustling rising to a frenzy, then Michael's stifled orgasm grunt and his bed rattling as he juddered in the exploding penis-pleasure of his orgasm.
I masturbated too of course but I'd learned how to jerk off quietly and discretely, with my boxers down round my thighs as I gently stroked my cock just across my frenulum. I managed to suppress my grunt and judder as I spurted. Michael had made no attempt to conceal that he was jerking one off. As I lay there pleasuring my cock, though I started off thinking about the nude girls I'd seen in the porn magazines I soon found myself thinking about Michael.
I'd never told Michael (but perhaps he guessed) that at as a sex-obsessed eighteen year old at my all-boys school I'd desperately wanted a girl. Girls were inaccessible, but I was surrounded by lots of equally sex-mad boys hungry for anything our hungry young penises could get. I'd gotten together with other boys for cock play, posing erotically nude for each other, masturbating together and hand jobbing each other's so hungry young cocks. At university after school, I hadn't been successful with girls but just like at school I'd found sexual excitement and satisfaction with other boys as sexually frustrated as me.
So as I lay there masturbating that first night all I could think of was Michael just a few feet from me. I'd never seen him naked but I'd seen him all but naked in in tiny speedo style swim trunks. They'd shown off his slim muscular body and showed he had a pretty big sex package. At that time I'd been horrified that seeing him in speedos had given me an erection which fortunately my own baggy swim shorts had concealed.
I'd already noticed the bulge of Michael's erection as we'd ogled the naked girls in porn. Now my mind filled with images of him laying there naked, his hard up cock arching up from his cock bush over his belly with his hand round it methodically tugging and stroking. Memories of naked boys and the feel of their hard penises in my hand flooded back to me. My own orgasm almost coincided with Michael's and I had to restrain myself from grunting "Michael!" as my semen spurted over my belly.
The next morning Michael was up before me and I heard him making coffee in the galley. Wearing just my boxers I went into the forward cabin. Michael was just wearing a tiny deep red male thong. The front was barely big enough to cover his flaccid penis let alone the erection the thin taut cloth was making very obvious he was having. His thong showed the outline of his cock shaft and head in detail, even sharper than those speedos that had excited me so much. At the back it was just a thin gusset deep between bum cheeks which were masculine and muscular but as smooth as a girl's.
Michael smiled at me and nudged his hips toward me. Something in his face and body language told me exactly what he wanted. I couldn't resist even if I'd been wrong. I reached down and cupped my hand over the big soft bulge of his balls. But I was right. He spread his legs a little so I could reach my fingers along his thong gusset under him between his legs with my hand brushing the inside tops of his smooth thighs. I ran my fingers slowly up the hard ridge of his erection, feeling the ridge between its shaft and head through the thin cloth. Michael gasped and nuzzled his crotch against my hand. Looking down I saw a little wet patch had appeared where his thong stretched over his penis head.
A moment later I'd pulled his thong down round his thighs below his balls. His penis bounced out fully erect, about seven inches of hard muscle bending up so its erection-swollen purple-grey head was pointing up almost vertical. I saw he was uncut and he'd trimmed his light brown pubic hair to a neat ring round the base of his cock.
My hand was instantly between Michael's legs, caressing his balls, ruffling his coarse cock fur and feeling his stiff smooth penis shaft. I'd last played with a boy's cock weeks back at university and since then I'd tried satisfying myself with solo masturbation. It was so exciting and satisfying to have a boy's pubic hair, his warm flesh and stiff penis in my hand for real again.
I pulled my own underwear down, let it drop and kicked it aside so I was fully naked. My own penis was as big as Michael's and just as hard up but I'd never trimmed my pubes and I was much more hairy. Michael slipped off his thong so we were both naked. I spread my legs wide for Michael's exploring hand. We played with each other's cocks, snuggling so close together our naked bodies brushed against each other. Then we hand-jobbed each other.
I pleasured Michael first. He stood leaning back against the table with his hips thrust forward and his erect penis sticking out rampant. I lubed my hand with some of our sun lotion. I flicked and played with his cock and balls till he was gasping and squirming with arousal and his shaft felt like a steel bar in my fingers.
I wrapped my oiled fist round his penis and tugged and stroked his foreskin full length. I was close enough to him that my belly pressed against his side and my own penis poked and brushed against his naked thigh and hip and so he could reach down to play with my cock and balls and caress my backside. I showed him I knew how to make a boy wait for his pleasure.
After several minutes of my pumping hand his penis suddenly hardened in my fingers. He rammed his hips forward and grabbed my bum to pull me against him. He grunted just like I'd heard the previous night as he'd masturbated, then his shaft pulsed in my hand and his semen spurted. He stood there with his still mostly erect penis twitching and dripping cum. With my fingers I wiped his residual semen off his penis head and smeared it over mine.
"Was that good?" I asked, caressing Michael's backside.
