3 comments/ 31552 views/ 27 favorites Sittin’ On The Cock Of The Boy By: Chris7sw This is a love story - perhaps a bit long-winded but bear with me - the story wrote itself! Memories fill the pages and although I've done my best to make it exciting there are moments of peace - as there should be. But don't expect rampant sex from the word go! o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o As far back into my life as I can remember I've loved fishing. I think my granddad started my interest because he had his own boat – only about 18 feet long with a small cabin on – but to me it was as good as a pirate ship! And so, whenever we stayed with my grandparents, namely every Easter for a couple of weeks and each summer for six weeks I'd hanker after going out fishing. If granddad wouldn't give in to my entreaties, I'd go and just sit in the boat, whether it was in the water or out of it and make-believe. Because in the boat on my own I could be anyone and do anything. Heck – the boat could even be my own spaceship! But when granddad did take me fishing I was in heaven – the feeling of being out there among the waves and other craft made me feel strangely grown-up even though I wasn't. And when I caught a fish I definitely was grown-up! But times passed and granddad passed on too but the memories lingered...... Therefore, many years later I inevitably bought my own boat. I was now in my mid 20's and I'd settled into work well – I was already climbing the corporate ladder. My job was secure; I'd bought myself a house; I'd got a decent car – and now I'd got a boat too. And I didn't even have a wife or kids to muck up my weekends either. Having a boat didn't mean I was rich, but I'd been in the same job since I left college and I'd had an inheritance from my granddad, so it was a 'luxury' that I could reasonably afford..... Needless to say, my boat was somewhat more sophisticated than granddad's. This one had a proper cabin; it was 30 feet long and had a built-in diesel engine and I used to keep it in a marina on the south coast of England. When I wasn't pottering around in it, that is! Mind you, it was large enough to amble down the coast to some of the other resorts, so it did its bit of travelling apart from just fishing. Naturally I had it all rigged up to sleep and eat in, even if it was a bit primitive really. To be honest, just why I fished, I don't know – presumably just for the pleasure of it; just for the enjoyment of pitting myself against nature; of braving the elements on occasions and of enjoying the peace. There wasn't a whole lot of sense in bringing piles of fish home – there was only me to feed, so I used to throw back my catch except for the occasional decent cod which I'd bring home, fillet and then freeze. I'd never got round to settling down. Every woman I'd met seemed to be lacking something; somehow we never clicked; somehow we always parted with one or other of us saying "I'll give you a call" – which never happened..... But quite honestly I'd become quite happy as a sort of loner, although I did have quite a few friends; but they weren't 'in' my life – they were more like passing acquaintances on the whole. I could always round up someone if I wanted a dinner companion – male or female – I was happy enough. And I suppose I had more male friends than female, but so what, they made better 'mates'. I often wondered if I was gay but although I could see a degree of attractiveness in a bloke occasionally, the women definitely looked better to me, but my love-life.....well, my love-life was my boat, I guess. Until that day...... It was in early May, if I remember correctly and we were having one of those spells of mid-spring warm dry sunny weather. I'd had the boat hauled out so I could clean the hull and give it some coats of paint and varnish when I realised I was being watched. That actually wasn't all that uncommon – it's amazing how many people just come and watch a man tinkering with his boat, but this was different, I could tell. Eventually I stood upright, stretching my back after having been bent over for too long and pulled my shoulders back. I took a deep breath – and relaxed. 'Must be time for a break' I thought as I worked to relax my muscles. "You're getting on well," this male voice said and I looked to see who it was. The owner of the voice was a young man; I'd have guessed he was a bit younger than me although quite honestly he looked more like an overgrown boy. He was sitting on the upturned hull of a small dinghy just nearby but now he levered himself up and sauntered over to stand nearer to me. "Been watching you working – it's good to see someone working so diligently," he said, "Sorry – should have introduced myself, shouldn't I – I'm Andy." "Oh hi," I said, not sticking out my hand, because it was covered in muck, "Nice to meet you. I'm Brian." "Nice to meet you too then, Brian," he replied, "I hope you didn't mind me watching.....my dad's got his boat over there" – he waved his hand across the marina – "But he's a grumpy old fart, so I've left him to it!" I laughed at his predicament and let my eyes scan him. He too was in shorts and a t-shirt but they looked a lot nicer than my own clothes. 'They were probably cleaner too' I thought. He may have looked boyish but his muscular legs gave his age away a bit, I reckoned. And he'd got a nice happy smiling face, so I mentally accepted the idea of chatting with him. "Don't blame you, errrrmm, Andy," I said, eventually remembering his name, "And no, I don't mind you watching but don't let this anti-fouling stuff get on you though." He stepped back and looked down. "Horrible stuff – still so long as it does what it's supposed to," he said, "But I prefer to paint the nice bits of the boat – above deck." I laughed at him and then, as I'd started to sweat somewhat, I stripped off my t-shirt. "Phew!" said Andy suddenly, "Where'd you get those muscles? Don't you look good! Looks like you've been working out!" "Huh – muscles – nah, only a few! Just a habit I got into," I replied, doing some mild stretching exercises, "Twice a week at the gym for a quick work-out – well, more of a keep fit thing really, I'm not dedicated to it." "It works for you then," said Andy and it was then that something caught my eye. He'd developed a bulge in his shorts that wasn't there before and suddenly I found that I had to turn around because I too had almost immediately been struck with the same affliction. I busied myself with pouring some more paint into my pot while I pondered the situation. Here was me showing off some muscles and Andy was getting turned on by them! Was he gay? I guessed so.....but since I'd stiffened too, what did that make me? My cock subsided enough for me to turn round again and immediately my eyes clamped onto his groin once more.....and sure enough, there was his bulge, only possibly even bigger than before! I was about to make some excuse as to why I couldn't keep on chatting when Andy spoke. "Brian – I know I've only just met you, but I was planning to get some lunch soon so would you care to have a beer with me and perhaps a bite to eat? The clubhouse bar isn't too bad," he said, "Once you've cleared up, that is?" Since there were two things on my mind – a cool drink and something to eat, I could hardly say no – anyway, he'd be company for me. "Yeah, sure, be glad to," I replied, "Let me get cleaned up." "Oh that's brilliant – thanks everso," said Andy, "There's usually such a load of old stuffed shirts here – it's nice to meet someone who isn't! I'll wait for you." "Ok – won't be long," I said as I worked hand cleaner into my skin, "Clean t-shirt and I'll do, I guess." I was still a little worried that I'd be having lunch with a "gay" person – but then I realised that he was right – we were some of the few younger people here so lunching with him, whatever his sexual orientation, was better than getting lumbered with some old crust. Five minutes later I was relatively clean and presentable and we sauntered over to the marina clubhouse – and as we walked, I realised that we made a quite reasonable looking pair. Andy was of very similar build to me if not quite so muscular. We both had fair curly hair and narrowish faces; smiling eyes and mouths and we were about the same in height – a little over six feet. I was feeling quite contented as we idly chatted as we walked to the bar. "You old enough to be in here?" I asked as we approached the bar. "Yeah – I'm 20 but I'm always having to dig out my ID," Andy said, "Cor – it was great once I left my teens. I thought I was properly grown up!" "Still just a big kid though!" I quipped, as the barman came to us – and sure enough, Andy had to produce his ID, even though he'd been at this bar many times before. He raised his eyebrows and pulled a face at me as he pocketed his little card.... For once the place was quite busy so we got our pints and ordered a steak pie and chips each and then took ourselves out onto their outdoor decking where almost no-one else had ventured today. We sat at a table at one end, out of the way and supped our beers while we waited for lunch to appear. Soon we were tucking in and also working our way through our second pint each..... "Won't get much work done this afternoon at this rate," I grumbled light-heartedly. "I can help if you like," said Andy as he finished his lunch, "Got nothing better to do this afternoon. In fact I'll be here all the weekend, so I could help you tomorrow too if that would be ok." "Hmmmm," I pondered, because I did like to do things myself, "Suppose you could." Andy put his hand on my arm and squeezed it. "Go on – please," he said, looking me straight in the eyes, "I like being with you – you're nice!" My eyebrows lifted at that comment – what did he mean? Nice, indeed! I pushed myself back from the table just as Andy did and we both leaned back in our chairs to gather as much of the sunshine as we could and to let our meals go down. And as Andy pushed back I happened to glance at his lap and there it was again! His bulge! But now it was stretched out over his thigh pointing towards me and I realised that while he didn't have a full-blown erection, his cock was aroused and had uncoiled itself. 'I wonder how big he is?' I pondered; then stopped. 'Why are you thinking that?' I asked myself as I dragged my eyes away from his lap. But Andy must have seen me looking..... "Sorry Brian," he said, "my thingy got all excited over something. He does that – well, he's always doing that!" I was a bit curious now but I hardly knew what to do or say next – but suddenly I found myself responding. "Come on then, tell me what excited you," I asked – taking myself by surprise with my audacity! "You want me to be completely honest," said Andy, "It was you – when I touched you it just set me off!" "Really?" I queried, "I'm not that exciting am I?" "To me you are," said Andy, putting his hand back on my arm, "I guess you realise that I'm gay, well I think I am and you just turned me on – you're just so sexy. The way you look – even the way you talk. I'm sorry." "How do you know you're gay then?" I asked, curious to know how he felt. "I just don't fancy girls," he said, "Only blokes, but I haven't been brave enough to chat any of them up until now. But I just couldn't help it with you." His eyes fell contritely downwards, as did his hand. Quickly I reached out and grabbed his hand, just as it landed on his thigh and there our hands rested, just inches from his penis. "Hey – don't worry!" I replied, squeezing his hand, "I'm not offended; just surprised, that's all. I've never been told that before by a bloke." "And it's not something I go around saying all the time either," said Andy, "But there's just something special about you." I smiled at him before choosing to look down at our hands. And there, not three inches away, his cock was now a long hard ridge in his shorts and already there was a little damp spot at the tip. "Wow!" I said, rather unintentionally declaring my interest, "Looks as if you're right! And it looks as if you need to do something with him, doesn't it?" "Oh fuck!" exclaimed Andy covering his bulge with his other hand, "Seriously I can't help it! He just does what he wants to." "He can't do what he wants to here," I said, "You'd better come back to my boat – you can get in the cabin and have a quiet wank." "Really?" said Andy, "Oh God - thanks for the offer! Think I'd better take you up on it." We managed to exit the club without anyone arresting Andy for public indecency and quickly made it back to my boat. Andy swarmed up the little ladder and climbed into the boat and I did likewise, getting a good view of his tight arse and strong legs as I followed him. I went into the cabin; pulled all the curtains across the windows and searched out an old towel. "Here you are, buddy, wank into this," I said slapping him gently on the back as I turned to walk out. "Could you stay?" asked Andy plaintively, "It's you who caused this and if you go he might lose interest. Stay please – watch if you like!" Wow! I'd never watched any man other than myself having a wank – this might be interesting! "Oh ok," I said rather offhandedly but sort of curiously, "Get 'em off then! You'd better get on with it." "You sure?" he asked as he fiddled with the catch of his shorts. "No – not really, but get on with it anyway and perhaps I'll feel better about it," I said, now rather hoping to see his cock. A moment later Andy's shorts hit the deck; a moment after that his underpants did too and there it was – his penis in all its erect and pulsating glory! I just had to look. He was uncut, as was I but unlike mine, his penis was quite slim – but it was long; definitely very long! I gasped quietly as he held it and slowly pulled back his foreskin. His glistening purple knob appeared, tipped with a small drop of seminal fluid. He rubbed his cock slowly, bringing forth another streak of fluid which he smeared over his knob. "What do you think then?" asked Andy as he began rubbing his shaft, "Any good?" "Don't know," I replied as I realised that my own penis was now rock hard, "Looks alright to me. Looks so long! What is it – ten inches or about that?" "Spot on!" chuckled Andy, looking pointedly at the large tent in my shorts, "Get yours out – you might as well; then we can both have a wank. You can turn me on while I turn you on!" Hardly comprehending what I was doing I undid my shorts and let them drop to the floor. They had a built-in mesh lining that doubled as underpants, so now I was bare – my own erection now thrusting out mere feet from where Andy was stropping his penis. "Hey Brian – that's a decent cock. I love the way it's so nice and thick," said Andy as my eight inch penis swayed as I moved, "Oooh – that looks really lovely to me!" Together we started wanking; each watching the other at work. For a while there was comparative silence, only punctured by our breathing and the steady slapping of our hands as we wanked together. But things were slow and I suddenly remembered that I had a small pile of wank mags in one of the lockers. "Fancy a bit of a help?" I asked, interrupting my own wanking to fetch out the magazines, "See if these help at all." Andy scanned through them and pulled out two of them. "Hey, you've got some all male ones!" he said, "Brilliant!" "Oh shit yeah," I said somewhat shamefacedly, "They were just to see what they were like." "Well then – did you enjoy them?" asked Andy, picking up his wanking again. "I guess you could say so," I said, "I'll be honest – I liked looking at them and the cocks in them turned me on, but I felt ashamed to wank off over them." "Well now's the time to break your inhibitions then," said Andy with a laugh, "Let's look at them together and wank together. Ok?" "Come on then!" I said bravely and with that we settled to our task, Andy turning the pages and both of us making comments. "Fuck me!" said Andy as we found a double page spread of three men – the guy in the middle being fucked at one end and sucking a cock at the other, "Oh that's hot! What does it do for you?" "Makes me harder, that much I know," I said, wanking quicker, "Oh look at this one though!" I'd turned the page and there was a series of photos; the first depicting a young man sitting naked with an incredibly long cock rearing from his groin and another man, also with an erection, approaching him. "Hey – that could be me!" said Andy, because the young man did indeed look quite like him. The series went on to show him kneeling down; grasping the upright penis; sucking it (from various angles) and finally several cum-shots with the head of the penis trapped inside the man's mouth while dribbles of white sperm ran out of the corners of his mouth and back down the shaft of the long muscle. "I DO like that," I said with emphasis, "Now that is horny!" I saw Andy looking hard at me as I spoke, but I was too carried away with my wanking because now I could feel the start of my orgasm. Oh, it wasn't there yet but you know those spasms that jerk through you as you wank when you're nearly there; well, they'd started. Then Andy turned the page again and there was another two-page story – with the same two men in it. Obviously it had been taken on a different day or earlier than the first photos because the man that looked like Andy still had his erection and was still seated, but this time the other guy was lowering his arse onto the fine pole! By the third photo he'd sunk right down on it – all of that nine or ten inch cock was now up inside him! And even before I'd properly looked at the next photos, I just couldn't help it – I just erupted! "Aaaaaagh!" I cried, "Oh fuck – sod it! Cummmmming! Uhhh! Cummmming!" Without any further ado a huge gush of spunk hosed from my cock right across the magazine! "Ooooooh – oooooooh!" I groaned as more lava erupted and splashed onto the photos. A few moments later Andy groaned too. "Oh you sod – you've made me cum!" he cried, "Ooooooh yeahhhh, yeah!" And his lengthy tool jerked violently and sprayed energetic jets of cum; the first squirted massively and powerfully across my cock and up the side of the cabin; the second, third, fourth and fifth across the magazine and the mattress! "Sorry – sorry!" he groaned as he stripped the last of his cum from his cock, "You set me off – oh fuuuuck! Oh that's better!" We both stood there panting with sperm drooling from our penises; both with that wild-eyed look that follows an event that's really exciting. "Wow," I exclaimed as I picked up the towel and cleaned my cock, "I never thought I'd do that!" "What – cum?" asked Andy with a big grin. "No – idiot – with another man is what I meant," I replied, handing Andy the towel, "But those photos just got me going – that and the fact that you were wanking right beside me. And fuck me – didn't you cum a lot?" "Always do! And did you notice that the guy in the photo looked like me?" asked Andy and I nodded. "Is that what turned you on so much?" he asked and I nodded again. "I think so," I said. "Perhaps it was just the whole thing but yes, perhaps you're right." "Did you like the idea of sucking a penis and being fucked by one then?" asked Andy again and I honestly couldn't help but nod my head....... "So – could you do that?" he enquired as he finished cleaning his cock....... "Dunno, honestly," I said, "Perhaps given enough alcohol!" "Hmmmm, I'll remember that!" said Andy with a smile. With the now sticky towel I cleaned our spunk off the magazine, mattress and cabin, noting the thickness and stickiness of Andy's heavy emissions – not that mine was exactly watery! I pulled up my shorts as Andy did the same and we climbed out of the cabin and into the fresh air once more. Sittin’ On The Cock Of The Boy "Come on, I'm getting back to work," I said, putting my arm round Andy's shoulders, "Or it'll never get done." "Hey, I said I'd help," said Andy, "I know what I'm doing. Give me a scraper and I'll get the hull cleaned down over here." "Cheers – that's good – that's the worst part, I reckon," I said with relief, "There isn't all that much left to do anyway.....might even finish it tonight." We climbed down out of the boat and stood there facing one another when suddenly Andy reached out and hugged me to him. And for some happy reason I responded by hugging him too! "Thanks Brian, I so enjoyed that and I needed it!" Andy said, "Thank you, thank you!" He hugged me tighter until I pushed him away gently. "Hey, come on, don't get all sloppy!" I said, "It's not as if you're saying goodbye, is it?" Andy held me at arms length and beamed a huge smile. "Really – can I see you again?" he gushed, even though we'd still be 'together' as we finished off painting the hull, but I knew what he meant. "Yeah – of course!" I said happily, because even putting aside the sexy bits, he seemed just the kind of guy that I could get on with. The unexpected sex was just a bonus! "Yeah!!!" crowed Andy with delight, "Ok – let's get to work!" And much as forecast, with the two of us hard at it, the job was completed that evening just as the sun was going down – I was well pleased – the hull was now clean and fit for the water. There was just the upper deck-work to sort out. As we stood and cleaned up beside my now much better looking boat the subject of tomorrow came up. "You down here again tomorrow?" Andy asked, "I told you I'd be here tomorrow – you coming down too?" "Yep," I said, "I'd like to get the boat back in the water next weekend and there's a lot to do that's easier to do while it's up here. Why – do you want to help again?" "Love to!" said Andy, "Better than being stuck with my dad – I much prefer your company!" "So it seems!" I said, laughing, "Ok – well, you know where to find me.....I'll be down before lunch again – probably about 10ish." "Look forward to helping you again," said Andy, sticking out his hand. I reached mine out too and shook his but he turned it into a clasp of hands instead and pulled me towards him. Our bodies touched and I could have sworn I felt his cock hard against me....but somehow I wasn't repulsed now. Andy squashed us together in a parting hug. "You don't know how happy you've made me," he said, "I never thought....." "Shhhh!" I said, "Don't go all soft on me!" Andy pushed us apart and looked down. "No chance of that!" he replied, outlining his newly sprung erection with his hand. I shook my head as I put the small ladder away and then climbed into my MG. "Incorrigible!" I yelled, as I gunned the motor, "Look after it!" My evening at home was quiet but somehow, despite the loneliness of home, I felt happy. Had I discovered my sexual orientation? Had I found someone to share my time with? Or was it just lust and hormones? Whatever, as soon as I thought back to the day's events, my cock would stiffen and I'd feel tingles coursing through my body as the action re-ran in my brain. And whatever my true orientation, my brain and my cock had obviously enjoyed themselves! I spent the evening cheerfully humming to myself as I did my chores and finally, when it was time for bed, I found that my cock was once again hard and demanding. For a short while I played with it but tiredness overcame me and I drifted off to sleep, for all I knew, still with a hard-on! I woke in the morning refreshed and somehow eager to meet Andy again. Ok – we'd crossed a line somewhere that wasn't in my usual life but I'd really enjoyed it – the daring and excitement of what we'd done had fired my sex life up again! Perhaps I'd been somewhat jaded by the succession of non-person affairs and meetings I'd had, but now, this was something new! So it wasn't all that long before I was roaring off down the road to the marina, happily singing some inane ditty as I went and feeling young again. I'd obviously become set in my ways, even at 26 and this sexy young man had done something that no-one else had managed! And at just after nine I was crawling (speed limit 5 mph!) into the marina and parking up by the slipway. I soon had my ladder back in place, my scrapers, sandpaper, paint and brushes at the ready – hell, I was setting out my shop, I suddenly realised! Getting all my goodies ready for my first customer – my Andy! 'MY Andy' did I say? 'Wake up – come on, stop dreaming! What are you on?' I thought to myself. Nevertheless there was no Andy in the morning. Perhaps it should have been another one of those "I'll give you a call" moments last evening..... I mooched around for a bit and then realised that I had to get on with my work regardless, so I climbed into the boat and settled down to my task. In the confines of the decking it soon became quite warm, so I stripped off my t-shirt and worked on in shorts, enjoying the sun on my back. I won't say that steam was rising from me – it wasn't that hot, but I soon found myself sweating as I scraped and sandpapered some rough work....but I was happy enough. And then I felt the boat move slightly as some weight was put on the ladder and suddenly Andy's head popped over the rail. "Bloody dad," he said with feeling, "Wanted me to get some stuff in town. Could have done it himself if he'd wanted to. Old bastard!" "Fine way to speak of your father!" I said, standing up from my chores, "You obviously don't think much of him." "Oh he's ok when he's at home I suppose – a bit bossy, but down here he acts like he owns the place. Just 'cos he's got a fucking' boat!" he said as he climbed into the boat. Andy continued talking..... "Can't wait to leave home really. I've just landed a nice job so I'm going to save up some cash to rent a place – then I'm off!" he said as he sat down on one of the transom seats. "What do you do then?" I asked, genuinely interested. "I'm a male model," he said, standing up again, "Or at least I will be when I start work – only a provincial company but the money's going to be ok and I like the work. Actually I think I'm good at it!" He twirled around like a drunken ballet dancer and almost lost his footing as he tripped over some of the junk on the deck. I grabbed him before he fell. "Oooops!" he said, laughing gaily, "Normally the stage is clear.....!" And do you know what? For some reason I didn't want to let him go – for some reason I wanted to be able to hold onto him, to feel him in my arms. Weird – I'd never felt like this before. My hands were still holding Andy's waist and he spun round until he was facing me, his eyes twinkling. "Thanks Brian, thanks for saving me," he said and his hands came up and grasped my waist too. "I'd have hated to see you fall overboard," I said, "the concrete's a lot harder than water." "No – no – not that – thanks for saving me from my old man," he said, "I would have died of boredom and I wouldn't have had half as much fun without you." Simultaneously we pulled each other closer together and this time I definitely felt his erection digging into my groin. My own penis rose and began filling out as we clinched and I began to think about yesterdays bit of fun. 'Could we do it again?' I found myself wondering..... But sanity took over once more and I pulled myself from his (my) clutches. "Come on – less of the fashion show and more of the painting," I said cheerfully, "You promised to help and this isn't helping at all." "Oh!" groaned Andy playfully, "Ok then, where do I start?" For the next few hours we both put our backs into it and we really made some good progress, but there's a lot of boat in a 26 footer – and a lot of it needed repainting. Eventually it was well past midday; actually almost two o'clock. I stood up to stretch my limbs and soon Andy did likewise. "Good one," I said as I surveyed our work, "I'm well pleased – thanks!" "Glad to be helping you Brian," said Andy, "You ready for some lunch?" "Starving already," I groaned, "Breakfast seems too long ago. Clubhouse again if we're not too late?" "Actually – I hope you don't think I'm too forward," said Andy, a bit hesitantly, "But when dad sent me off to the shops I bought us some bits and pieces – could we eat here?" "Excellent! Great idea!" I said, not considering anything but the thought of food in my stomach, "I'll pay you back." "Don't have to – dad paid on his account, although he won't know until he gets his statement – and then he won't think to check it!" said Andy as he hopped over the rail and trotted over to his car. He was driving an oldish VW convertible which was parked beside my MG. Andy picked up a large bag and loped back to the boat on his long legs and climbed back aboard. I went into the cabin and Andy was soon spreading out his wares on the table. Quite honestly I'd have eaten anything but his offerings were mouth-watering and by the time I'd found some old but cleanish glasses for the wine he'd brought, we were well set for a feast. Contentedly we munched away and we'd also soon emptied the first bottle – something that Andy had obviously anticipated because, wearing a big smile, he pulled a second bottle from his bag and opened it. "You're not aiming to get much work done this afternoon, are you?" I commented but Andy just raised his glass in salute and carried on scoffing. 'Fair enough,' I thought to myself, 'All work and no play and all that.....might as well take some part of the weekend to relax. We can probably finish the job before next weekend – might mean coming down after work, but so what!' Together we cleared our lunch and also finished the second bottle. I stood up to stretch and almost overbalanced – the rather heady wine had reached my brain! I shook my head as we walked out onto the deck to stand in the sun. "Thanks Andy – that was good, mate," I exclaimed, realising that I was a bit pissed, "So if you're not aiming at working this afternoon, what are you planning to do?" "You!" he said as he finished disposing of the rubbish. "Eh?" I exclaimed, not really catching on yet. "Well," he said, now coming to stand near me, "Since we can't really paint while we're in this condition, we can at least get to know one another better – eh? And then we can play, perhaps...." He ran his hand over my penis making both me and my cock jerk at his touch and I felt it began to stiffen. "Is that what you're after?" I asked, sitting rather clumsily on one of the bench seats. Andy nodded happily and smoothed his hand down over his own groin. "Ok – let's get back to the getting to know one another bit," I said, realising that my cock had started to fill out quite considerably, "So what do you want to know?" "Isn't so much about knowing as about finding out," said Andy, mysteriously, "I don't care so much about your background – what I'd like to find out is where you're heading." "Oh – ummm – dunno – really don't know!" I blustered, not entirely sure how to answer that. "Brian," said Andy, his hand still gently rubbing across his groin, "Could we pick up from where we left off yesterday, please. I want to know you better and I'd love to, well, go a bit further if we could." Immediately my partial erection jerked and throbbed because I'd really enjoyed our mutual wank – even I had found it to be exciting and a big turn-on. "Could do," I replied, feeling my penis moving inside my shorts, "What are you planning then?" "Could we start again," said Andy, his hand still over his groin, "You know – strip off and then go from there." "Seriously?" I asked, not really conversant with this kind of thing, "Then what?" "Just wank together for now," said Andy, removing his hand from his groin and undoing the clasp on his shorts, "Ok – yeah?" "Whoa – not so fast" I cried as I stopped him disrobing, "Not out here! Come into the cabin." A few moments later we were out of sight standing close together in the cabin. "Alright now," I said..... Andy took his hand away and his already undone shorts fell down, his erect penis springing out and up before me! 'Fuck me,' I thought, 'That definitely is one long penis – wow!' Automatically I undid my shorts too and moments later we were both bare from the waist down but somehow that just made us look silly, so we both pulled off our t-shirts as well. All that remained to deal with were our two penises which stood up hard and eager before us – less than two feet apart. "You got those mags?" Andy asked and in a few moments I had them spread out on the table. "Yeah – these are the good ones," he said as he pulled the men only ones from the pile, "Come on then, let's get into it." Caught up in the moment I couldn't do much but follow his example – this was unknown territory to me, but I was enjoying it! Side by side we began to wank – both of us stropping our shafts slowly and gently as we perused the erotic flesh on display. We were almost silent apart from the occasional slap as flesh met flesh and the sound of our breathing, which was gradually becoming faster. And then, out of the blue, Andy said something that changed everything. "Can I suck you?" he said, "Can you put your cock in my mouth, please?" The blurriness from the wine disappeared in seconds as I registered his request. 'Yeah – a blow job! At last! Yeah mate – come on!' I thought. "Yes please," I groaned, "Suck me – please suck me!" Moments later I felt Andy's hand grasp my erection – and that alone was so good! And then I felt his lips tight around my cock.....and that was even better.....! 'Oh fuck – oh my God – this is brilliant!' I thought as I looked down, "Oooooh fuck Andy – your mouth feels good," I groaned, "Oh, I could get to like this!" Andy was on his knees before me, at least half of my cock inside his mouth as he gently moved back and forward while he slid his lips up and down my shaft. 'Why didn't my women do this?' I pondered, 'Oh fuck – this is so, so good.' I could feel my hips jerking upwards, driving my cock into his mouth, harder and harder. "Oooh yeah, yeah! I like it! Oooooh fuuuuck!" I moaned as Andy began wanking me as he sucked me. For some minutes he just kept on sucking and wanking me and it was fantastic! No-one had ever done this to me before! And now I felt something different....I could feel Andy's mouth accommodating my cock – all of it – as he let my length slide down his throat – he was taking all of me! I felt the pressure of his throat around my knob as he swallowed my entire eight inch length. I heard Andy cough lightly before he once again engulfed my penis – this time concentrating on my knob. His active tongue was swirling and twisting over and around my knob and really stirring up my feelings – in a relatively short time he'd brought me almost to an orgasm. Collecting my senses, I pulled him off me. "You'll make me cum" I said, somewhat worried about my generous offering, "Stop it!" "No way," he said, redoubling his efforts on my penis, "I want you to cum in my mouth, please." And now my orgasm was very close. I could feel my hips jerking involuntarily as my orgasm neared – my breath was coming in uneven intakes, my knees were trembling.... "Oh fuck – oh fuck! I'm cummming! Ohhhh yeah!" I cried as my cock began erupting its load into Andy's mouth. "Uuuuuh – uuuuuugh!" I cried as more sperm was ejected into his mouth, "Oh God, that's good!" Andy seemed to be enjoying it too but after my first four eruptions had filled his mouth, a small squirt of cum slipped from the corner of his mouth – then he pulled his mouth from my penis. As he did so, my final jet, admittedly fairly feeble, squirted out and slashed across his nose. Shiiiit, that was an erotic sight! Finally, once my penis has stopped providing Andy with any more liquid offerings, I was able to recover and sit down on the bench seat in the cabin. "Fuckin' hell!" I said shaking my head, "That was good! What on earth made you want to do that?" "Brian, don't forget that I think I'm gay," said Andy, "I love cocks – well, I would if I knew any and as for cum there's nothing I enjoy more than licking my spunk up after I've cum. Yours was a good cock to suck and not only that you gave me a huge load didn't you?" "Ummm – two days supply!" I said, bragging, "That's all." "Can't be bad!" said Andy, wiping my cum from his face and licking it from his finger, "Mmmm – tasty!" He laughed as I pulled a face. "It's not nasty," he said, "Perhaps it's a strange taste at first but you soon get to like it. Haven't you tasted your own then?" I shook my head. "No," I said, "Never. Wondered about it sometimes but never tried it." "Hmmm – too late now to taste a sample – how about trying mine then?" he asked, holding his still erect cock towards me. "Oh sorry Andy – quite forgot about you – you haven't cum yet, have you," I said, "Do you want to rub one out?" "I'd rather you did it for me," said Andy, moving closer to me, "Could you rub it for me, please." I was still sitting as Andy brought his cock closer to me and I wasn't entirely certain that I wanted to do this but his erection was now just inches from my hand so it seemed almost natural to raise my hand and grasp his cock. Inside me I just had to do it – something just made me, despite my initial uncertainty. Wow – it felt so strange as I wrapped my fingers round his shaft! The same skin, tissue, sinew and blood as mine but totally different! His cock was slimmer than mine but there seemed to be feet of it to play with....well, long inches anyway! And it felt hot, ridiculously hot! Above me Andy groaned with pleasure as I began moving my hand up and down his long shaft. His foreskin seemed thinner than mine and slid that much more easily but there was still that lovely ridge full of nerve endings around the knob that needed passing with each stroke and I could feel it easily under my fingers. And I knew that he'd be enjoying the feelings because that's where my best pleasure lay.... "Rub me a bit faster," Andy said, groaning from time to time, "Squeeze a bit harder too while you're doing it." I complied, feeling the stiffness of his cock as it pulsed under my fingers. He was leaking precum copiously and it was getting everywhere as I wanked him. Well, mainly it was getting on me! He was facing me well within arms reach as I tossed him off so I was moving my hand towards myself and then away with each stroke – and with each up-stroke a little spray of precum splattered onto my body. I kind of ignored it and yet at the same time I was enjoying it – it was the height of eroticism to me! It was certainly making me harder than ever once again, despite having had a wonderful orgasm not ten minutes before. Eventually my somewhat amateurish efforts were working on him – Andy was actually getting there – I could tell! His breathing was faster and ragged; his body was jerking and quivering; his cock was pulsating and jumping as he neared his orgasm. 'Hey this is fun!' I thought as I masturbated him faster, 'Never made another man cum!' Andy suddenly stiffened and if I'd been him that would have said that I was about to cum.....and I was right – he was! "Aaaaaahhh!" he cried, "Oooooh yeahhhh – that's good – cumming – cumming!" And a moment later his cock erupted – I felt the bolts of fluid pass down his long shaft and exit –straight at my chest! "Oh fuck!" I cried, although there wasn't a lot I could do – I was a sitting target, so I just carried on wanking him! "Shiiiiiiit" cried Andy as a long streamer of spunk splattered onto my chest, "Oh fuuuuck!" Sittin’ On The Cock Of The Boy Another big blast of sperm squirted up almost to my neck – rapidly followed by another in the same area; then a lesser squirt that landed on my groin; a few more spits of sperm – and then, apart from a small dribble of cum, it was all over. "Phew!" said Andy, still breathing fast, "Not bad – you did well, for a beginner!" I was panting too from my exertion – and partially from the excitement, I think. I gave Andy a big smile and then looked down at my body and from neck to groin I was splattered with streaks and globules of whitish cum. "Come on, taste it!" said Andy and I wondered if I could be brave enough..... Andy did it for me – he reached down and gathered a generous blob onto his fingers and then, before I could think, he pushed his fingers into my mouth. It helped that my mouth was partially open at the time – I was about to say something – and in went his sticky spunky fingers. "Lick it!" he demanded sociably, "Lick it off and taste it!" Not having a whole lot of choice I did so and felt the slippery slimy feel of spunk in my mouth for the first time – and actually it wasn't all that bad. It was somewhat salty but it wasn't sour and I began to wonder what all the fuss was about. "See – didn't poison you, did it?" said Andy, "Come on – was it that bad?" "No, not really," I replied, still absorbing the strange taste of spunk; still feeling its odd texture; still enjoying the unusual excitement of doing something new. It wasn't nasty either – only the thought that it had come from inside a penis was initially nasty – until I realised that the penis it had come from belonged to someone I almost felt love for. "Try a bit more," Andy said, pointing down my abdomen, "Nice big splodge there." Feeling braver now I scraped it up and put it straight into my mouth – and this time I actually enjoyed it! I actually found that I wanted more; I was addicted at once! Andy's fingers joined mine as we combined to clear all his outpourings from my body and then he came and slumped down on the seat beside me, both of us still naked. We looked at each other and smiled the smile of two people who were content with each other and as we did so my penis stiffened and throbbed. "Wants some more, does he?" asked Andy, smiling broadly as I nodded vigorously. His hand wrapped itself around my cock and began moving up and down, then Andy spoke again. "Can we lie down somewhere – have you got a bed in here?" he asked and I nodded again. With his hand removed I quickly rearranged the seats and cushions and soon there was the equivalent of a double bed across the cabin width. Andy beckoned me as he climbed onto the bed and soon we lay side by side but now with two erections between us! "You want some more too, eh?" I asked and Andy purred his approval of the idea and together we began to work each other off once more. Andy spoke once more. "You're going to make me sore if you keep that up Brian, do you have any lotion or lubricant?" he asked at which I reached up into one of the bulkhead sliding cupboards and brought out a pot of Vaseline. "Any good," I asked, "super multi-purpose stuff!" "Ah – not perfect but it'll do!" said Andy, undoing the top and wiping his fingers through the thick gel. He smeared the resulting blob onto his cock – then transferred some onto mine too – thoughtful of him because I didn't want to become sore either. Then together we started wanking each other once more in a fairly leisurely way – we weren't rushing; we were enjoying ourselves. But gradually our actions became faster and our breathing became more ragged as we worked each other up – it wouldn't be long now before we both erupted! Then Andy stopped and held my hand too. "Not yet," he said, "I'm going to suck you again – I want you to cum in my mouth again." So saying he changed positions on the 'bed' and before I knew it I felt his mouth clamp around my cock! "Ooooooh wowwww!" I groaned, my body reacting to his ministrations by jerking all around, "Ooh, fuckin' hell, that feels good!" As I thrashed about I turned my head and there before my eyes was Andy's penis, stiff as a poker and dribbling with precum. 'Dare I?' I asked myself before stretching out my tongue. Gingerly I touched the tip of his cock with the tip of my tongue; the texture of his tightly stretched knob on my tongue was incredible – I just had to have some more. Andy had jerked as I touched him with my tongue and now he looked up from his sucking. "Please Brian – put it in your mouth," he moaned, "Just try....." He returned his mouth to my erection and I returned my gaze to his. It was there – not a cock's length from my mouth – twitching and dribbling and just ripe to suck! I leaned forward again as we lay side by side and put my hand up to hold his cock. Slowly I pulled it towards my mouth and I felt Andy move his hip to assist me, until that moment came when I felt his flesh touch my lips. I kissed the tip, feeling my lips collect the small dribble of precum and I pushed my tongue out to get a taste. Nothing – nothing at all – a total non-event! I guess I'd expected it to taste gross but it didn't really taste of anything and greatly encouraged, I let several inches of his penis slide into my mouth! "Aaaaaahhhh!" groaned Andy, "Oh Brian – oh I love it, oh yesssss!" I could feel his penis pushing into my mouth as the largely uncontrollable twitches of his aroused body tried to get me to be more active and taking my cues from them I tightened my lips round his cock and began sawing my mouth up and down his shaft. And now I could taste a slightly bitter emanation but it only drove me on to want to discover the source of the exciting flavour. At the other end of the bed, Andy was working on my cock with renewed vigour, both sucking and wanking me with enthusiasm. This wasn't liable to last long before at least one of us erupted! Andy pulled my hips towards his mouth and then I could feel the tightness of his throat around my knob as he deep-throated me. I felt his chin come to rest on my abdomen as he absorbed my penis into his body. And then I felt something different – Andy had a finger between my buttocks – sliding and pushing towards my arsehole.....and for some reason I just relaxed and let him! Oh God – I just didn't know whether to tighten up or relax – to push back at his finger or forward into his mouth. Eventually I just quivered all over as Andy explored me. A few moments later his finger centred on my anus; I pushed back at his finger, relaxing my hole as I did so. I held my breath..... Andy's finger seemed to slither around my puckered hole, probing and feeling and then pushing right into the centre.....and in it went! "Aaaaagh!" I cried – not so much in pain but because it came as so much of a shock! "Sorry – sorry!" said Andy, but not removing his finger, "Sorry – did that hurt?" "Bit but not really," I groaned, "its ok now though, keep doing that!" 'My God – I just told him to keep his finger in my arse!' I thought, but then I realised that I did indeed like it! I actually liked having someone stuff a finger inside me! Wowwww! But my concerns were soon forgotten as Andy renewed his oral attention on my erection and the fact that his finger was still up inside me became of secondary importance as I felt my orgasm building. "Andy," I warned, "I'll cum in a few minutes if you keep that up." He pulled his mouth away. "Yes please – that's what I want. I want all of your spunk in my mouth," he said, "As soon as you're ready." He returned his grasping, sucking, caressing mouth to my cock and I sucked his back into my mouth and we both settled down to bring each other to a climax. But I'd reckoned without Andy's finger – because suddenly he twisted it around inside me; touched something up there – and a second later my body almost took off as a violent eruption of cum jerked from my penis! "Oooooh fuuuuuuck!" I cried as my body jerked again, squirting another powerful jet of cum into his mouth, "Ooooooh my God!" More sperm erupted from my cock, filling Andy's mouth and as I opened my mouth to cry out again, Andy's own cock recoiled and spat a blast of cum straight into my mouth. Instinctively I swallowed – just as well because another load was coming my way a moment later – and this time I had the end of his cock inside my mouth! 'This is so wild!' I thought, as I swallowed another load, 'What the fuck am I doing?' A minute later and it was all over – we'd both emptied our reservoirs of cum. Undoubtedly that had been the most powerful orgasm I could ever remember having and I was left limp and exhausted as I let his cock go and sagged onto the bed. Andy too must have enjoyed it and he rolled away from me and onto his back. I looked at him with a question on my lips..... "What the fuck did you do?" I asked, not unkindly, "And who said you could stick your finger up there anyway?" "The Vaseline gave me the idea," said Andy, "My finger was all slippery and when I pulled you towards me I just found myself near your arsehole.....and then I wondered if what they show on the internet was true." "It was certainly different and not an area I've ever had much interest in," I replied, "but actually, I was thinking – some years ago my doctor did an examination up there and he was feeling for my prostate gland. Is that what you found?" "Yes it was," said Andy, "I've had a prostate check-up too and when the doctor did mine, he made me leak all over the place! So did you like what I did?" "Yeah! Made me cum like anything, didn't it!" I said, chuckling quietly, "And I'm not complaining, that's for sure. I suppose you'll want me to do that to you as well?" "Would be nice if you could," said Andy with a happy smile on his face, "But shall we save that for another day. I've already cum twice – let's do it when we're both fresh." "Yeah – good idea," I said as I rolled off the bed, "Come on, let's get this place shipshape." Andy too rolled off the bed and stood beside me. I reached out and hugged him and he returned the compliment. "I enjoyed that," I said, "Thanks buddy!" And no sooner had I spoken than Andy pulled me even closer and kissed me – mouth to mouth! Somewhat taken aback, all I could do was to return his kiss – then I pushed us apart, immediately wishing that I hadn't. Tingles of excitement had coursed through my body as we touched lips and my cock had immediately risen into full erection. It had obviously affected Andy too as I felt his penis resting hard against my thigh. "Mmmm – enjoyed that too, didn't you!" said Andy as we separated and pulled on our shorts. So did you!" I retorted, grabbing his penis and giving it a few quick rubs before he hid it away. "Ooooh," groaned Andy, pulling it out again, "Don't stop, don't stop!" "Ah-ah!" I said, wagging my finger at him, "Next time.....!" Andy looked crestfallen, but it was just for show and we laughed and finished tidying the cabin while I did my best to ignore my erection. Fortunately it eventually subsided. Soon we were back up top and considering our options but since it was now almost five, there weren't many left. Andy would have to get back to his dad and I needed to get home to check that I wasn't on call. I sighed. 'Oh well, definitely next time!' I thought. "You'll have to come back to my place sometime," I said, "But you owe me some work here first, so you'd better be here next weekend." "Definitely," said Andy as we worked to clear the tools, left-overs from lunch and other debris from the deck, "Dad's always down here before lunchtime on Saturday so I'll see you then." Soon we were ready to part company – Andy back to his dad and me back to my home and with a final hug – which no longer felt an entirely strange thing to do – we went our separate ways. Less than twenty minutes later I was back home and it wasn't long after that before I'd got a nice cool can of lager and had settled myself into a deckchair on the still sunny patio. My body began to relax but my mind was still in a whirl as I mentally ran back over the events of the day. Wow! I'd had my cock sucked and I'd sucked Andy – and then he'd stuffed his finger up my arse too – and then we'd kissed as well. The whole day was one of new explorations and discoveries and I'd loved it! Some while later I awoke with a start as I spilled some chilly lager down my front. I'd nodded off and now I needed a towel – damn it! Not to mention a waste of good lager! Never mind – I had to wake up, to get a meal ready; to check my emails in case any urgent work had come through (nothing had) and to get myself organised for Monday. Oh, and have a wank because every time I thought back to the events of the day my cock rose up, demanding attention. But I was happy – life was taking a turn for the better, it seemed! I'm pleased to say that my week – I'm an architect, by the way – ran smoothly and remarkably quickly. No mad panics; no disasters – the whole week just flowed along and even the major project I was concentrating on was ahead of schedule. Friday, instead of being a day of panic to get things finished, became a day to more or less unwind for once – brilliant! And so I faced the weekend in a relaxed and happy mood, buoyed even more by the thought that I'd be seeing Andy again. Even the weather was in a sunny mood – we'd now had well over a week of sunshine; perfect for my early-season suntan! By nine o'clock I was on my way to the marina and this time I'd come prepared! I'd bought a much larger selection of food items than I would usually do and some bottles of wine.....and I'd also bought some KY gel – because I intended to do some exploring of my own! To add to my pleasure, as I pulled up to park near the boat, there was Andy. He'd already stripped off the tarpaulin cover from the open deck area and had the ladder in place and he was waving madly as I pulled up. 'Hey,' I thought, 'with his help, this should be the last weekend on land – be great to get the boat back in the water.' Andy came across the small car park to greet me and we hugged as we met. "Missed you," Andy breathed into my ear, "Been a long time without you, Brian." "And you," I replied although I hadn't intended to reveal my eagerness to see him again. Mind you, I think that my cock had already given away my feelings when we hugged. We walked to the boat and clambered aboard – it was already pretty warm in the partially enclosed deck and, having stowed the foodstuffs, we both stripped down to our shorts. "So what's your plan for today?" asked Andy, standing there all tall, slim and youthful. "Work!" I said forcefully, "Work first – play later!" "Drat!" said Andy theatrically, "Oh well – guess there's a price to pay for everything!" I slapped his arse and handed him a selection of suitable tools. "There you go – you start on the port bow and I'll work towards you – then we can do the starboard side when the sun's moved round," I said, "Let's get cracking – I'm fed up with having a boat and no water!" And we did – we worked hard and even before lunchtime we'd met and crossed to the starboard side where we split again and worked towards each other. But grumbling tummies insisted that we stop for a break and eventually we did so, both of us panting slightly from our efforts. "Bloody brilliant!" I crowed as I clapped Andy on the back, "We've done so well – I can't believe it! Great stuff mate." "Good to work off some energy," said Andy, "But a break is definitely needed – I'm parched and starved!" The sun was quite warm now so we moved into the cabin to eat and before long our mouths were full, our glasses were almost empty and our stomachs had stopped grumbling. Soon Andy leaned back and patted his belly. "That's better," he said, "Needed that." "So did I," I exclaimed, blowing out a big breath, "Not going to overdo it though – we haven't finished yet!" "Oh bugger!" said Andy cheerfully, "Bloody slave driver!" I stuck my tongue out at him and he laughed at me. "Right," I said, "I've been having a think. First of all, does your dad want you around?" "Dad? Want me around? No way – he's happy in the bar with his buddies," said Andy, "I only come down with him to get out of the house and because I like being here. Why do you ask?" "What about you and I keep working today as long as we can today and then you come back with me," I said, "then we can get an early start tomorrow and we might be finished by what, soon after lunch. Perhaps we can even get the boat put in the water tomorrow afternoon if we do that." "Why not!" said Andy happily, "I'll send dad a text and he'll know he won't see me around for a bit – he'll be ok." "Great!" I said cheerfully, "You're fantastic!" The great big beaming smile that lit Andy's face was worth a fortune – I'd made his day! Andy stood up to get his phone which was in his pocket of his shorts and then sat down beside me to compose and send the message and as he did so I could see that his penis was at least partially aroused and it was jerking occasionally. Mesmerised I watched it, realising that it was still inflating and was now creating a long ridge across his thigh right beside me. The once small jerks had now become major uplifts and I also noticed that a damp spot was forming near the tip. I licked my lips and felt my own penis stiffen and then was brought back to reality as Andy moved to put his phone away. I looked up at his face – to see him beaming back at me! "Couldn't take your eyes off it, could you?" he said, jerking his penis violently, "Got you going too, I see!" "You trying to lead me astray?" I asked as I put my hand down onto his penis, "You were doing that on purpose!" "Couldn't help it," he said, "I got a bit excited thinking of being with you overnight and then I saw that you were looking, so I worked him up a bit more. Do you want to play then?" Gently I moved my hand up and down his long shaft and then slid my hand down to the bottom of his shorts and reached up his leg. Very soon I was holding his hot sticky penis itself which continued to throb in my hand. "Yeah – come on then – just for a while," I said as I realised that I just had to reacquaint myself with his lovely cock. We both stood up and turning towards each other we rubbed our erections together briefly before we moved into the cabin. Quickly I changed the seats into a bed once more and made sure everything was to hand. "Off with them!" I said as I slipped my shorts down and Andy was naked almost as quickly as I was. We both climbed onto the bed and lay side by side. Almost unconsciously we both grasped the other's penis and began caressing it. As I held Andy's monster I could feel the veins and ridges and the ripples of skin where his foreskin moved under my hand. He soon began to leak; long dribbles of precum flowed from his tip and I made sure that I gathered them and used the viscous slippery sexy fluid to lubricate my hand as I wanked him. Andy had obviously found my penis to be in much the same condition – I could actually feel the movement of my precum up my shaft every so often and I could confirm that I too was leaking as Andy's hand slid freely over my knob and up and down my shaft. "Are we just going to wank?" asked Andy, "Could I suck you again Brian?" "I want to do you first," I replied as I moved around and soon I was on my knees between Andy's legs, his erect penis only a few feet from my face. "It won't take me long to cum," said Andy, "I've been waiting for this for ages – been holding myself on edge for so long...." I reached out and held his cock once more and wanked him for a short while to ensure he was completely stiff and then I reached to the cupboard and brought out my tube of KY. Andy didn't see what I did because he had his eyes shut so what I did next came as a complete surprise to him.