“I’m glad you came,” said Simon. “It was nice to meet the three of you last night. But what brought you all the way across the sea this morning—without swimming trunks?” He stopped, surprised perhaps by his boldness, grinned, and then giggled.
That gave Jason enough confidence to answer with at least a little bit of the truth. “I’m embarrassed now,” he said. “I think I’ve made a bit of a gaffe. If I explain, promise you won’t throw me overboard?”
“Promise,” said Simon with a laugh. Jason thought, though perhaps it was only wishful thinking, that a bit of a ridge was becoming visible on the dome that already nicely mounded Simon’s tight shorts. Looking down he saw that his own cock, warming nicely in the sun, was already appreciably bigger than when he’d last looked, two minutes before.
“The thing is,” Jason explained, “the other lads and I—well, we quite like messing around in the nude when there’s no one but the three of us. I’d spotted you and Pete on the boat from a distance and thought, wrongly as it turns out, that the two of you also… But there you are in tan-colored shorts. My mistake. Beg pardon!”
“You don’t need to. Like I said, I’m glad you came. And how do you know we don’t go naked out on the boat here sometimes? Maybe you were right all along.” Simon stole another look at Jason’s lengthening penis. It seemed to be showing some definite interest in the developing conversation. This gave him the courage to develop it a little further. “Tell me to mind my own business if you like but when you say messing around together, what exactly do you mean?”
“Well,” said Jason treading carefully, not wanting to frighten Simon off. “All kinds of boy things.” The thought made his cock positively stir. Simon saw that, and now Jason no longer had any doubt that Simon’s dick was swelling strongly in his shorts. He looked into the boy’s eyes and seeing only encouragement and eagerness there, came out with it. “You know. Sexy things.” He paused a second. Simon did not take fright; instead his face relaxed into a grin. But Jason’s voice still showed a hint of caution as he asked, “You and Pete?”
The grin faded. “I wish,” he said. “But no.” Suddenly they were both totally relaxed together. The unsayable had been said by both sides.
“Tell me,” said Jason gently.
“We’re cousins but also good friends, and have been all our lives. Now we’re here together, smartening up this boat, which belongs to Pete’s father. Sharing a cabin, you know, and working side by side. By the way, I was misleading you when I said you might be right about the two of us working naked together. We never do. Even when we get undressed to get into our bunks Pete turns his back to me.” Simon shook his head. “Weird, you know. Here I am talking to you about all this, to a near stranger, and you’re sitting there right in front of me with a fantastic big cock and the sun shining onto it, and I’ve never even caught a glimpse of Pete’s. If I want to wank I have to do it in the shower, or else when he’s in the shower. I seem to have fallen for him in a big way. I don’t know if it’s love exactly, but it’s certainly lust. And all totally one sided. And it’s doing my head in.” He stopped. “I don’t know why I’ve just told you all that. You will keep it to yourself, won’t you?”
Simon looked again at Jason’s cock. “Hey, you’re getting pretty hard now.” It was true. Aroused by Simon’s story of what sounded like a bit of teenage heartbreak, Jason’s dick was morphing from sausage to pole. It hadn’t quite reached full stretch yet; it still curved downward a little even as it rose free from the cushion of his balls. The big cherry tip of Jason’s glans was beginning to peep from under his foreskin.
“If I’m getting a hard-on it’s because I’ve been watching you getting hard in your shorts too,” said Jason. “Couldn’t fail to notice, actually.”
They both peered at Simon’s crotch. Something that looked like a length of hose pipe was forming a tense curve, trapped in his shorts. Every feature of it was clear to see through the fabric, the long underside ridge and the V-shaped underside rim of his cockhead. He was almost certainly circumcised, Jason thought, showing off a helmet-rim as well defined as that. And the cockhead was pretty massive, the shaft solid and thick, though its length was difficult to gauge as yet. Under Jason’s gaze Simon suddenly wet his shorts with a generous spill of precome. Simon also saw the sudden seepage. He giggled. “Now look what you’ve made me do,” he said.
“It looks like you’d be more comfortable without the shorts on,” Jason said, trying to keep his voice even.
“Maybe I would,” Simon answered a bit tremulously. “But then what’s going to happen? And with Pete due back at any moment.”
“Why don’t we cross our bridges as we come to them?” said Jason. “Pete’s your cousin, not your lover. It might be a bit embarrassing if he turned up and caught us doing something, but he could hardly claim you’d been unfaithful to him. And you’re not a child.”
It wasn’t Jason’s reasoned argument but rather the unreasoning, not to be denied, urgency inside his scouting shorts that caused Simon to stand up just then, unbelt and then unzip those shorts, and then wrestle them (they were far too tight to slide) down his chunky blond-furred thighs. Jason watched in wonder as Simon’s big, thick dick came bouncing out of its taut captivity. Big, thick cock, a head like a pink Ping-Pong ball, shining and dripping wet, and big chunky, furry balls. His prick wasn’t especially long, Jason noticed, but who cared about that; the boy was simply beautiful and that was all there was to it.
“Come here,” Jason told him, though the instruction was hardly necessary. Without either of them seeming to move they were in each other’s arms, hugging, stroking and caressing each other’s warm tanned skin and sea-salty hair. Their cocks ground achingly together between their hot bellies. They were wetting each other with unstoppable flows of precome and tickling each other with their pubes.
Jason reached down Simon’s back and slid the blade of his hand down Simon’s soft buttock cleft. When he was certain he’d found the right place he gently fed the tip of a finger into Simon’s most private little space. “Has anyone done this with you before?” he asked softly. It wasn’t clear whether he meant explored his arse with a finger, or the whole idea of sex with another man or boy.
“Only at school,” Simon answered, as though school didn’t count, and not seeming to care exactly what the question meant either.
“School. Best place to learn,” said Jason. “That’s where I started too.”
Simon pulled back a little way from Jason; only a little, though. Just far enough to be able to see and admire his massive cock, straining upward and dispensing precome as freely as a faulty tap. Tentatively he placed his hand on it, then circled the shaft with his fingers. They didn’t quite meet around the base. Then slowly he began to move his grasping hand up to the slippery foreskinned tip and then back down again to the root. Meanwhile Jason reached for Simon’s short but sturdy pole and began to do the same. “You’re beautiful,” Simon said, and Jason answered softly, “So are you.”
“Isn’t he just,” said another voice near at hand as the boat lurched suddenly downward on one side. That caused them to spring apart with a start, though neither of them had any doubt about who the voice belonged to. There was Pete, peering at them from over the rail, just where Jason had climbed over a short time ago, dressed in T-shirt and jeans, his feet presumably still standing in the bottom of the inflatable dinghy below and out of sight. He might well have looked angry or outraged. But he didn’t. He was grinning broadly.