So, there I was, eighteen and suddenly a little less sexually inexperienced: completely naked, in a cabin on a ferry, having come in a complete stranger’s mouth – anyone’s mouth, in fact  – for the first time.   

The guy, Mark, got to his feet, having swallowed my load, and adjusted his cock in his trousers. He clearly had a raging hard-on which I could see the shape of in his jeans. 

“It looks like HE’S very awake now!” I joked. 

Mark was a little flushed, and out of breath, which I guess wasn’t surprising seeing as he’d just expertly sucked me off and swallowed my spunk. “Yes, I’m so turned on, I’ll have to do something about it. Want to see?” 

“Erm, okay, why not,” I replied, curious as to where this was going next. 

Mark peeled off his t-shirt, and then unbuckled his jeans, pushing them and his briefs down and kicking them off. His cock sprang up, pale and white apart from a deep purple, pronounced helmet. He was quite hairy; it was red like the hair on his head, and spread from his chest, down his belly, to his pubes and beyond. 

He sat back on the bed, draped himself back against the pillow with his legs splayed and one arm behind his head, exposing his red armpit hair, and started working his shaft. His balls hung down – they were pretty big – and overall he had quite an impressive penis. 

I sat on the bed next to him and reached out to touch him. “Do YOU now need a hand?” I asked. 

“Oh, that would be great. Doing it yourself is one thing, but having someone else do it is so much more fun.” 

Mark put both of his hands behind his head as I tentatively and ran two fingers up his cock, feeling its smoothness, the veins, and the mushroom head. As I got to the top of it, I wrapped my fingers around the head, tucking them under my thumb, firmly but not too tightly. He twitched slightly, and I could see a bead of pre-cum seeping out of his slit. 

I rubbed the pre-cum over his helmet and started stroking my hand up and down his shaft, all the way down the base and up again, slowly manipulating the skin over his heavy meat. “How does that feel?” I asked. 

“Mmm, good, work it all the way up and down, that’s really nice,” he croaked a little, husky in the moment. 

I continued, gripping him a little more firmly, and before long he was producing a lot of pre-cum so I used it to coat his cock. All of this was actually making me hard again, too – I was eighteen, after all, and recovery was always a matter of minutes in the right situation – and I started rubbing myself with my other hand. 

“That’s so hot, Rich, I love that this is turning you on - again,” Mark said, watching me stroke both of us. “Let’s lie next to each other on the bed, then we can stroke each other.” 

I took his camera bag off the bed and put it on the desk, before climbing onto the bed and lying down, facing him, with my back to the wall. Reaching down, I took his cock in my hand and continued wanking him, while Mark returned the favour. 

He leaned forward and kissed me, gently, on the lips. I hesitated initially (I have no idea why) and then began to return the kiss. Before long he pushed his tongue into my mouth. It felt different to kissing a girl: harder, firmer, more insistent, but still nice, and still a turn on and our tongues explored each other's mouths. Kissing is always a good one for me. 

We stayed like this for a while, kissing and stroking; it was really intimate. I had my left arm and hand under my body, while Mark was lying on his right side but had his right arm out to play with my cock, and with his left was stroking my chest and nipples. 

“Rich, I’m not far away, let’s change positions. I want our cocks touching when I come,” he said with some urgency. “Lie on your back, and open your legs.” 

He lifted himself up over the bed on both arms and I scooted underneath him, following his directions, and he lowered himself back down onto me so I was wedged underneath him. Holding most of his weight off me with both arms, he started slowly pumping against me, effectively wanking our cocks against each other. 

This position was something else; I was pinned down but with most of the pressure through our hips and raging boners. I placed my arms around his lower back; there seemed nowhere else to put them without just lying there like a board. 

Mark kept the pace slow, and I felt inclined to push back against him, although with his weight on me I wasn’t able to move much, so it was like a short, upwards grind, at the end of which our scrotums pressed together, which felt good. He looked me in the eye, smiling, and lowered himself full onto me and started kissing me again. 

“Wait, let me stop for a minute, I don’t want to finish just yet,” he panted, ceasing the pumping but still kissing me, our tongues deep into each other’s mouths. 

Before long, though, the urge to thrust and feel that pleasure was too much, and we again started moving against each other. Mark lifted himself up again, which had the effect of increasing the pressure between our loins. 

After about a minute of this, Mark suddenly cried out, “Oh…Rich…I’m cumming…don’t move…oh…yes…shit….yes….OH…uh…uh…uh…UH!” and I could feel his cock pulsing next to mine as he pumped his man seed all over my cock and belly. This in turn set me off, and I came short and hard; it was my second one in quite short succession after all, with my jizz landing all over his and mixing with it. 

After a while, Mark lifted himself off me and looked down, as I lay there with a twice-satisfied penis, very empty balls, and two deposits of spunk on me. 

“I might need a tissue!” I laughed, actually feeling quite weak. 

Mark kissed me on the mouth, and then on each nipple before going into the bathroom and coming back with a generous length of toilet roll. He mopped up our combined mess, and flushed it down the toilet.   

When he came back we both stood up and looked out of the window. We could see land approaching, and it seemed that we’d be docking soon (excuse the pun). 

We both quickly got dressed and Mark packed his camera back into the bag. We then had one last kiss before he opened the door and we both left – him to head down to the vehicle decks and his car, and me up the passenger embarkation zone to transfer to the train station. 

He never did give me his business card. Or the fifty quid!