Safe Harbor

...I glanced down. My rod was on the rise again. I started to look for something to cover myself, but then I saw that Eric was naked now as well and his cock jutted high in the air, just like mine.

“Must be too much fresh air. What do you think?” I chuckled nervously.

“I think there’s only one solution to a problem like this.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. We should jerk off.”

“You and me together? Jerk off?”

“Sure. Guys do it all the time. At school everybody does it.”

“At school?” I gaped incredulously. “What the hell kind of a school are you talking about?”

“My school.”

I stared at him blankly.

“Okay, so I’ve been going to boarding schools. It’s all guys and there isn’t a girl in sight. We’ve got to do something. Right?”

“Yeah, I guess so. We’re not exactly in a boarding school here.”

“No, but we’re obviously both horny as hell and we’re all alone on the beach without another soul in sight. What could it hurt?”

“I don’t know, Eric. It all sounds pretty queer to me.”

“Jerking off sounds queer?”

“No, not exactly. It’s just that I’ve never jerked off except when I’m all alone. I’ve sure as hell never jerked off with another guy.”

“I’m not going to tell anyone. Hell, I don’t know anyone around here except you.”

“I don’t know, man.”

“Trust me, you’ll never be able to corral that beast back into your shorts until you relieve some of the tension. You could hurt yourself.”

“Yeah, maybe.” It was true. I’d never get my cock under wraps while it was like this. The damned thing was harder now than when we’d started this dumb conversation. I looked down. It jutted up at a jaunty angle, and clear drool was already starting to ooze out of my pisshole.

“So, what are you going to do?” I looked over at Eric. He was standing only a couple of feet away from me.

“I’m going to join you.” I took a step back. “Relax, Mike. I’m not going to touch you, if that’s what you’re afraid of.”

“I’m not afraid.” I didn’t know exactly what the hell I was feeling, but it wasn’t fear.

“Good. Neither am I.” He gripped his stiffer in his left hand and started to stroke it.

I followed suit and soon we were both really going at it. I had my eyes closed at first, figuring I should fantasize about some hot chick, but I soon gave up on that. Instead I watched my fist pump up and down on my cock while I sneaked occasional glances at Eric. Every time I looked at him, he was looking back at me. It didn’t slow me down at all.

I gasped softly when he took a step closer, but I didn’t stop stroking. He leaned forward slightly and our foreheads touched. I looked down and so did he. Our hips were just far enough apart to make room for our pistoning fists. Clear cock honey drooled out of me and splashed on Eric’s knuckles. He groaned as he rubbed it on the shaft of his dick.

I opened my eyes when I felt Eric’s hand on my chest. His fingers slipped slowly down over the curve of my right pec, grazing my nipple. I shuddered and my balls drew up tighter between my legs. His fingers continued down against my abs, going lower and lower till they tangled in my pubes. He didn’t touch my cock, but he did cup my balls in the palm of his hand.

I hunched my shoulders forward and rose up on my toes, crying out as the first blast of jism shot out of me. It hit Eric in the hollow of his throat and slid down his heaving torso. His cry echoed mine as I felt his cum splash my belly. Our knuckles rubbed together as he leaned heavily against me. His breath was hot against my chest.

My hand dropped away from my shaft as Eric’s fingers curled around it, holding our slowly deflating hard-ons tight together. My hands wandered over the contours of his back and shoulders, down to his waist and then farther down. His lips touched my throat, my chin, the skin beneath my lower lip. I turned my head away from him...