When I was twenty I with my two best school class chums, Bruce and Greg went on a weeks boating holiday on the waterways of the Norfolk Broads. A weeks holiday in which we were hoping to visit many of the pubs along the waterways, meet girls and lose our virginities. Well! Our luck did not extend to the much-sought latter desire.
One evening half way through our holiday having got back early from a pub and feeling somewhat dejected we decided to play cards, ‘21’ I think it was called. Bruce had the idea of playing strip 21 to make it more interesting, making up for the lack of girls. Greg and I thought, well why not. So we played.
I ended up being the first down to his underpants, and then losing the next round had to surrender them. I was about to pull them down when Bruce stopped me and said that he as senior will pull them off. Knelt before me, both arms around my waist, his hands around the back of my waist, splayed fingers under the waistband he began easing my pants down ever so slowly his hands running over the contours of my buttocks pulling the pants down with them. The feel of his warm fingers and his hot breadth on my stomach stiffened my cock. Then as the lowering waistband began to reveal my pubic hair and cock, he suddenly yanked my pants down. My released cock sprung upright thwacking him under his nose, tacking him by surprise and delight.
Naked with my erection I stood in front of the pair of them. “What now, do we continue until we are all naked? ” I naively asked.
They looked at each other sharing a knowing smile, then pounced on me. Bruce the bigger and more muscular of us three (Greg was the weakest) pinned me over the table. To be honest I did not put up too much resistance as I was rather enjoying being grappled naked and guessed what was coming. Before I knew it my wrists were tied behind my back. I was told to part my legs, which I dutifully did. By now I was in a state of total arousal.
Then Bruce ‘The Masterful” as he called himself shouted out; “Masturbation Time”. Standing behind me I felt his hand caress my buttocks and anus before sliding his hand between my buttocks from behind and cupping my balls. His other hand came around my waist and grabbed my stiff cock. I was already close to ejaculation. As he started to vigorously masturbate me I arched back in total submission, standing up on my soles resting my head on his shoulder; it was erotically sublime and he was delighted by my submissiveness. Greg had cupped his hands together in front of my cock. Moments later my convulsing cock exploded cum into Greg’s cupped hands.
Both of them were laughing, pleased with themselves and mocking me. Having emptied me, but still gripping my balls Bruce then bent me over Gregg's held out cupped hands and ordered me to suck up and swallow all my cum. I had never tasted my cum (nor anyone else’s) till then. The smell put me off a little but I knew I had no option. So I sucked and slurped up all my cum from Gregg’s palm’s, even sucking and licking up the residue sticking between his spread fingers. Oh how they both enjoyed that sight! Greg especially. (He told me later that the sound and sight of me slurping up, and the feel of my tongue licking away gave him a total hard on). The feeling of their dominance and my subjugation really turned me on too and I felt my cock stiffening once more.
The guys though had had their fun and left to go to the pub leaving me with mixed feelings of exaltation and humiliation nursing my aching balls, and the task of untying myself. That I failed to do and so sat naked until their return an hour or so later. Resulting in more mirth at my predicament.
The following evening having had another luckless day searching for our quest to lose our virginities Bruce suggested we play strip 21 again. Greg was keen and I, somewhat apprehensively agreed. We started playing but before we had completed three rounds, Bruce decided that we all knew where it would lead, so we just all stripped naked and masturbated each other. Not only that but he stated that we had to suck one and other's cock swallowing each other’s cum. That turned out to be a bold statement by him. Greg and I were totally turned on by the experience of our first time masturbating another male’s cock and eagerly lapped up each other’s cum. When it came to servicing Bruce’s, his, though tasted very salty and fishy, neither of us liked it, and, nor did he when he tasted it. But then he did like his fish and chips with vinegar; had it regularly twice a week. That experience put him off tasting our cum. He did suck our cocks but pulled his mouth away just before we ejaculated. His stature afterwards diminished in our eyes.
Still virgins, we never the less had all enjoyed our boating week despite retaining our virginity. We had managed to lose the anchor overboard – was not tied to its hauling rope properly, but luckily managed to retrieve it with the boat hook after about thirty stabbing attempts, grounded the boat twice, and again after much effort freed it. Annoyed a fellow boater by banging into his boat, thankfully no damage, got the towing rope tangled around the propeller, managed to easily free that, and of course we had masturbated each other for the first time and tasted each other's cum, apart from Bruce ’the Masterful’ whom we renamed the ‘Bruce the Fishman’.
We never got together for another boat trip and I lost touch with the guys over forty-five years ago. Ahh! Fond memories.
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