This morning I awoke slowly, becoming gradually aware of the
boy lying beside me, his arm draped casually over my chest, his leg
over my legs, his face pressed against my shoulder, his cheek hot
against my skin. His breath was moist against my skin as his chest
moved rhythmically though barely visible unless I looked closely.
He stirred, his body pressing closer, a slight tremble passing
through him like a little quiver and then he settled down again,
back to sleep, his body unmoving.

For a long while I looked at the boy lovingly, his dark hair
glistening in the early morning light as it filtered though the
trees outside the window, steadily getting lighter as morning came.
The boy’s hair is the color of dark mahogany, not black, but a rich
dark brown. His hair is long and slightly curly and it lay tousled
on the white pillow and over my shoulder. It is soft like silk but
it has a surprising amount of body in it. His eyes were closed, his
eyelids almost translucent, his eyebrows long and thin, almost
feminine. The boy’s lips are pale and full and they are open
slightly, revealing perfectly shaped white teeth. His skin is much
darker than mine, a golden-bronze from head to toe, not even a shade
lighter at his thighs and hips because for the last two months he
has spent almost every afternoon in the nude. He tans beautifully
but he has the advantage of his heritage. His rich dark tan comes
from our two months together on Phaenon. I should explain that
Phaenon is our 34 foot yacht. Built in Canada in 1990 and engineered
to one of the highest standards in the world, the boat is something
Rafael and I treasure for the wonderful times that we have shared
aboard it. This summer we spent two and a half glorious months
cruising down the Inter-coastal Waterway to Florida, and then
across to the Bahamas and the other islands of the Caribbean. We
returned only two days ago.

Too late did his ball hand clutch for the towel, for the first wad
was already airborne, flying to land above his navel. The twist of his
body sent the second jetting to a splatter on the side mirror. He was
obviously very full, for the third spasm also sent a glob into the
air, landing on his still pumping wrist. He spasm again and again, but
this time producing floods of more liquid spunk which flowed warmly
down onto the top of his hand. He spasmed a six and seventh time too,
but this time nearly dry – just a wide working of the glistening eye
of his dick. Then the pent-up breath was released.

I hadn’t had a lot of experience but I’ve sucked and been sucked
and I jacked off with one of my friends and
not just a few times.

We talked some more. I hadn’t really thought about doing
anything with Jamey but as our
legs sometimes touched, it certainly crossed my mind. At first I
wasn’t comfortable talking about sex with a nearly naked guy in my sleeping bag but he brought it up. He asked me
when was the first time I’d had sex.

“You mean with a girl?” I didn’t even think about the
ramification of what I had said. He paused.

“No…with anybody.”

I thought about it for minute. “Well, I fooled around when I was
about nineteen with a girl but we didn’t do much….When I was about
your age…I’ll admit it…I had a jack off friend. He was my
best friend. It was better than doing it alone.”

Jamey didn’t say anything and that worried me…here I was in a
sleeping bag with him and both of us were in our underwear.
“Does that bother you?”

“No…I have a friend who asked me if I wanted to watch him jack
off…but I just didn’t want to…I’m not sure why.”

I prodded him. “You WERE a little curious, tho, weren’t you?”

“Yeah….I’ve thought about it some since then.”

“Yeah…that’s how we started out.”

“You did it more than once?” Jamey asked.

“Did you guys ever suck each other?” Jamey was getting pretty
curious…more than just a little, I thought.

“Yeah…and this has making my dick hard…are you sure you wanna
talk about this?” My honesty sometimes even takes me by
surprise.

“Well we don’t have to…I’m just curious,” he answered.

“Well, if you’re that curious, we can do more than talk…I don’t
mind at all.”

“Well, I’m a little shy…that’s okay.”

I turned onto my side and faced him. And I reached over and
grabbed his outside arm and gently pulled him towards me so he
then rolled over and we were face to face.

“I’m not so bashful,” I whispered. “But what about Chad?”

“Hey, he’s out like a light…always is.”

I moved my legs and slipped one between his calves just below the
knees. Jamey was much shorter than I. And I reached my hand
down, found his penis and gave him a little squeeze through his
underwear. He was hard.

“You’re not CURIOUS…you’re READY,” I giggled quietly and then I
massaged his dick some more. It was sticking straight towards me
under his shorts. Then I reached for his hand which was still at
his side and brought it down to my own hard cock. He squeezed my
meat and I went back to squeezing his. He started jacking me
off.

“Go easy, pal” I said. “Lets make this last.” I couldn’t see
his face in the darkness of the tent but I heard his exhale so I
knew he grinned. “I’m getting plenty warm in here now, Jamey”

“That’s for sure,” he agreed. I stopped playing with his dick
and ran my hand across the top of his hip and to his waist and
back.

“Let’s get out of these…lift your hips up.” He did and with
that, I reached down and slipped his underwear down onto his
thighs. He kicked them down and as he did so, I slipped my own
jockeys off. “Total body,” I said and I pulled his shirt up
towards his arms. He took the cue and leaned away from me and
slipped off his shirt. When he finished, I did the same.