Wayne and I knew each other in high school, and it was a pleasant surprise to find him in one of my college classes a couple of years later. Wayne had been in one of my P.E. classes, and I remember that he never seemed very athletic or interested in sports, though he certainly had the body for it. He lived on the river that ran right through the center of our city. His father owned several boats, one of them a large cabin cruiser.
After one of our classes one day, he invited me to go out on the river with him that weekend. It sounded like a great idea to me. I made it to Wayne's house early that Saturday morning. Wayne met me at the door with a big smile, and invited me in. We went straight back through the house to his back yard, which looked out over the river. There was a small pier that led to one of his boats. It was a kayak of some sort, long and pointed, with a tiny motor at one end. "This is my favorite. The motor's quiet, run by batteries. It's pretty neat."
He was a natural dark blonde, with large, blue eyes, a muscular v-shaped body, and a neat row of even, white teeth when he smiled. We walked along the wooden planks of the small pier to the kayak and put all our goodies aboard.
We set off, and worked our way close to the center of the river, where the current carried us downstream a little way. Soon, we were in a wooded area, and not long after that, we came upon an inlet where a smaller river joined the larger one. The hot sun during the late summer and early fall could give us one hell of a sunburn, Wayne explained, especially the way it was reflected off the river. We guided the boat to the bank, where there was a small sandy beach surrounded by reeds and twisted branches of trees. Wayne took off his shirt and searched through his bag. He came out with some sun tan lotion, one of those with a high sun protection factor. He took off his shorts, revealing a tiny yellow bikini bottom.
"Take off your shirt, and I will rub some of this on you," Wayne said.
I took off my shirt and lay on my stomach. The first thing I felt was a cool hand on my shoulders, then another. The hands moved down my sides, rubbing the lotion around, pressing, massaging me. His hands were like magic on my back. I loved the feel, the strong warmth of his hands caressing me the way they were doing. He moved his hands up to my shoulders, caressing and kneading, then down my sides. Suddenly, I felt his hands on my upper thighs, and they slowly worked their way down to the tender spot behind my knees. He moved them around and around in a circular motion. Then he moved his hands down to my calves, stroking them.
"Turn over now," he said softly.
I turned over, and I was afraid that he would notice my hard-on in my trunks. If he did, he didn't say anything. He started on my chest, which I thought was strange, because I could have done that myself. He moved his hands down to my stomach, all the way to my navel. Slowly, with each stroke, he got closer and closer to the edge of my swimming trunks. I could tell that he was staring at it, that he knew that he was making it happen. "You like that?"
"Hell, yes," I said without hesitation. "Love it."
"Then why not just take that bathing suit off?"
I reached down and pulled the swimming trunks off, my hard cock flopping up and slapping me in the navel. Wayne's big blue eyes widened. He knelt there beside me, not saying a word. His mouth hung open. Slowly, I could see him move his hand toward my crotch. I could feel my cock jerk involuntarily at the thought of his touching me. "You need to turn over, man," I heard him say.
"But, Wayne, it's my turn. I want to put sunscreen on you."
"Hey, trip --- do what you like." He lay down on his stomach, his yellow bikini trunks outlining his strong butt cheeks. I ran my hands across his shoulders as he lay there, thinking of what a strong, muscular back my friend had. Moving further down, I spread the slippery white stuff on his arms and the small of his back, rubbing it into the skin thoroughly. My cock stuck straight up, jabbing me in the stomach as I moved. Then, I came to his thighs. I moved down quickly to his feet, ignoring his thighs for the moment. I felt a slight tinge of excitement looking at his thighs. I moved my hands up to his calves, massaging the ointment into the skin. Then I moved up to his thighs, and looked inadvertently between his legs. The tight fit of the bikini bottom left very little to my imagination. I could clearly see the outline of his muscular buttocks, and between his legs, I could see the sac of his testicles hanging there. His legs were spread just enough to make me want to see more, to spread them apart further.
"Turn over," I said, my voice not sounding like my own.
He turned over quickly, lying flat on his back. He lifted his buttocks away from the blanket, and I simply pulled the briefs down to his ankles. I looked at those big brown orbs that had garnered my attention. Nearly hairless, his scrotum was heated by the sun and the closeness of the fabric. Each testicle hung low, showing its nearly perfect egg shape through the skin. The skin of his scrotum was brown, flecked with just a few short, dark blonde, nearly brown, hairs.
His cock stuck up and throbbed above that. The head was reddish-purple, shaped like a rounded mushroom. There was a small patch of hair in his pubic area.
I moved one hand up to his balls and rubbed gently at the base of them. They were hot, pliant, and I could feel the egg-shaped orbs beneath the skin. With the other hand, I moved my fingers to the tip of his hard cock and simply ran my fingers down one side of it.
I gripped the hard cock at its base and ran my ointment-covered hand up the fleshy, hard shaft, all the way to the head. With the other hand, I cupped his balls and felt of the two eggs inside. I squeezed his prick and moved my hand back down to the base again, watching the head fill with more blood and turn bright purple. His cock seemed to grow even larger then, filling with blood. The head looked like a balloon, like it was ready to pop.
I worked my hand up and down the shaft, working the ointment into the skin. His belly began to move in and out and his legs jerked involuntarily. I wanted to put the thing in my mouth. I had no idea what the residue of the ointment would taste like. I knew it was coconut based, or some other type of fruit. I figured it wouldn't taste bad.
I bent and put my lips against the head of it. I ran my lips around the head, smearing them with the sticky fluid easing out of the slit. I stuck out my tongue and moved it around the head and then down the shaft. I picked up his heavy balls in my hand and guided them toward my mouth.
The salty taste and the feel of his balls in my mouth was too much for me. I gripped my hard cock at the base and slowly began stroking it. I moved my tongue up, licking the shaft as I went, feeling those big purple veins on the tip of my tongue. I licked it all the way to the big, throbbing purple head of it, and I just opened my mouth wide and took it in as far as I could. When it reached the back of my throat, I swallowed hungrily, tasting the pre-cum.
He was writhing now, wanting me to speed up. I knew he had to cum, and soon, but I wanted to linger and suck on him some more. He grabbed the back of my head and thrust his hips forward, choking me with his hard cock. I stroked myself faster, and I felt him jerk, and my mouth was filled with his hot man-juice. He groaned, pushing his cock even further into my throat. I choked on the hot, salty jism. It filled the back of my throat as I felt his cock jerk and jerk, and each new jerk deposited yet another load of hot cum into my mouth.
I felt the last jerk of his cock spurt cum down my throat. I gagged slightly, but didn't want to let go. I swallowed some of it, but I knew that most of it ran out of my mouth and down my chin, falling on his little forest of pubic hair. Finally, he pulled the still-throbbing cock out of my mouth.
I was breathing hard and shivering. We were both sweating.
Wayne reached up and put his hand on my dick. "Slow down, let me, pal," he said.
His dick was still hard and pressed into his belly as he sat up. As I lay down, he leaned over me. He ran his tongue all along my pubic hair, teasing the head of my cock with the tip of his tongue once in awhile. This lasted for a few minutes, then he grabbed my cock and led it to his mouth, taking it in a short way. One contact with his wet tongue was all it took. I began to jerk, and I could feel the point of no return coming on quickly. I moaned and writhed as I came, squeezing his head between my legs, never wanting to let him go. Then, I relaxed. His warm mouth still on my cock, he looked up into my eyes.
He simply moved his face to mine, and planted a big, cum-filled kiss on my lips.
After that, we went boating whenever we could, or spent the night at each other's house.
--- Ross M., Address Withheld
