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 discreetly, 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 lying 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.

“Fucking good you little twink!” Michael laughed as he affectionately patted my bottom.

Then it was my turn. I knelt one knee up onto a chair to get my legs really wide for Michael. He slid his spare hand across my bum and right under me to finger my anus and balls from underneath. That's when I realised he knew how to pleasure a boy too. Knowing I was in experienced hands strained my cock a couple of notches stiffer.

He smeared lotion over my penis. That was a penis-straining experience in itself. He fingered my penis and between my spread legs till my erection felt at the peak of stiffness and pleasure sensitivity. Then he closed just his finger and thumb in a ring round my shaft and stroked up and down full length from my pubes to my knob. His fingers slid right up over my cock head catching my frenulum just the way I like.

After weeks of solitary masturbation having someone else’s hand pleasuring my cock and caressing my naked body was exquisite. Michael’s still half erect penis poked my thigh as he wanked me smearing me with residual semen. Michael paused momentarily to pick up his thong and hand it to me.

“Cum over my thong,” he grunted.

I held his thong in front of me, lightly brushing the soft cloth across my cock head the way I’d done many times with my mother’s panties when I masturbated at home imagining the light feel of a girl’s lips and tongue on my cock. Michael knew how to hold my straining penis on the almost agonising edge of climax, teasing me with his light fingers on my so sensitive frenulum.

He was caressing my buttocks when his fingers on my cock took me to cum. In my orgasm thrust I rammed my cock into his thong and it twitched with the impact of my semen spurts. I stood there panting after the most delicious masturbation orgasm I'd had for months. I used Michael's thong to wipe the dangling rope of semen from my still half erect penis.  

“Lets shower together,” Michael said, fondling my bottom.

We crammed together into the boat's tiny shower cubicle. We soaped and lathered each other's chests, thighs and backs, and of course each other's buttocks, balls and penises and between each other's legs. We licked the suds off each other's cocks. In the confines of the shower our naked bodies constantly brushed and pressed together. I'd never fucked a girl so I'd never before enjoyed the sheer erotic sexual pleasure of having another naked body pressed against mine.

Our penises swung flaccid at first but within minutes were both swinging stiffly, hard up erect. Our cock heads stroked each other's thighs and slid along the valley between each other's bum cheeks. Our penises touched and stroked together, both accidentally and increasingly deliberately as we pressed our bellies together. We spent so long in the shower we almost emptied the boat's water tank. Finally, hand in hand we stepped naked out of the shower frantic for more of each other's body.

Michael sat on the bench running along the side of the forward cabin. He spread his legs wide and leaned back arching his back and thrusting his hips. His erection pointed straight up between his spread legs. His cock head was almost glowing deep red and the veins on his shaft stood out.

“Suck me!” Michael gasped, fingering his penis and balls.

I'd only ever sucked off one boy before when at a school swimming class I'd shared a changing cubicle with another boy and he'd dared me to suck him off. I'd watched countless girls, and sometimes boys, do it in porn. So I knew how to give it to a boy.

I knelt between his spread legs like I was worshiping my sex master. I began kissing and licking his nipples, at the same time fingering his balls, cock and groins. Michael moaned with the sexual pleasure. I kissed him slowly down his front, running my tongue round his navel then across his smooth abdomen on my way down to his excitedly waiting genitals.

I kissed and licked his balls, his groin and his inside thigh tops before I turned my lips' and tongue's attention to his penis. His big round purple-grey erection-swollen cock head was already wet with pre-cum. I licked it off and flicked my tongue across its slit opening and his frenulum. I heard him gasp. I took just his cock head into my mouth, massaged it with my lips and tongue, squeezed my lips tightly round its softness and sucked it. I looked up at Michael one last time.

“Am I giving you pleasure, darling?” I asked him. I don’t know what made me call him darling. At that moment all I wanted was to give my new lover as much sexual pleasure as I could.

“Oh fuck yes!” Michael gasped.

I closed my lips round his shaft again and began rhythmically sliding my lips up and down his cock, from his cock head touching the back of my mouth to my lips almost sliding off his cock head, and sucking on the up stroke. As I mouth-pleasured him I tickled his balls, inner thigh tops and that sensitive spot between his balls and anus. Michael reached down and his fingers followed my lips up and down his shaft.

I tried to make the pleasure I was giving Michael last as long as I could. Finally I heard a strangled groan from above. Michael’s penis hardened between my lips and his crotch thrust against my face as he tried to ram his cock as far into my mouth as he could. His body juddered and simultaneously his penis jerked in my lips and I felt his warm semen spurt into my mouth.

I waited till what seemed to be his last spurt of Michael's semen then I slid my lips of his cock. The friction of my lips slipping off his cock head caused a last spurt of his semen to splash over my face. Michael flopped back onto the couch. I stayed kneeling between my lover’s thighs licking the dangling strand of semen off his cock head.

Michael leaned forward and looked down at me. He reached down, stroked my cheek and gently slipped his forefinger between my lips. “Do you want a suck or another wank, or more?” he asked.

There was something I’d heard of boys doing with each other that they’d said was the closest thing to fucking a girl. In my masturbation fantasies I’d dreamed of doing it but I’d never gone that far with a boy before. I realised this was my chance.

“Bend over that bench with your bum toward me and squeeze your thighs together,” I said. Michael grinned at me.

“You want to thigh-fuck me don't you, you dirty bitch?”

I felt a thrill of excitement when he called me his bitch.

He knew what I wanted and he did what I asked. His bum cheeks were so smooth they gleamed under the lights and I fondled them and his smooth thighs for a moment. I oiled my shaft with the lotion and with my fingertips I worked some lotion between Michael's thigh tops slipping a finger far enough between them to touch his balls. Then I moved right behind him. My cock was so upright that as I shoved it against Michael’s bottom it slid up the valley between his bum cheeks.

I took my penis in my hand, pushed it down against its stiffness and guided it in just below Michael’s buttocks. I thrust my hips to slide my shaft in between his clenched thighs so far my cock bush was in his bum crack. Michael gave a little tremble and gasp of pleasure as my cock head slid across his anus and his balls. I felt his fingertips on my cock head as it poked out in front of him.

Then I held Michael's thighs to squeeze them even tighter around my cock. I began rhythmically thrusting my penis back and forth between his thighs. The action seemed to come so naturally. Later on when I fucked a girl in doggy position first time it felt so much like being between Michael’s thighs.

The well-lubed friction between my cock and Michael's smooth warm thighs tight around my thighs was much more gentle than his wanking hand on my cock had been. My belly patted against Michael’s soft bum cheeks. I thigh-fucked him for ages before I started to rise to climax. When the pleasure swelled in my cock I gripped his thighs and rammed hard forward against him. I grunted “Coming!” My cock jerked between his thighs and my semen spurted out from under his own cock and balls and splashed over the bench.    

I stayed between Michael's thighs for a with my belly pressed against his buttocks. When I stepped back my cock sliding out from between Michael's thighs smeared the insides of his thighs with my semen till when it bounced out still half erect from between his thighs it smeared more in his bum crack and over his buttocks. Michael's semen-soaked thong was still on the floor where he'd left it. Remaining bending over he spread his legs wide for me to wipe my semen off his thighs and bum and where it had run down his legs.

So that’s how our week of sexual adventure began. During the remaining days we frotted rubbing our cocks together to cum, posed naked erotically for each other to play with and to bukkake over,  enjoyed each other in sixty-nine, thigh-fucked each other and sucked and hand jobbed bucket loads of cum out of each other.

When we set off that first day I had no idea of Michael's sexual inclinations, or of my deep underlying desire for other boys, or of the sexual excitement and sheer erotic pleasure two boys could give each other.

Swimsuit- and bikini-clad girls perched on boats we passed continued to smile and wave at us as we showed off our bodies in shorts and speedos, but apart from waving back we ignored them. That week we were very well satisfied with each other.