Both were rather plain. He was mostly bald, she was heavy-ish. She was also something of a flirt – not so assertive as to piss her old man off but...enough to draw me in.We all got pretty drunk. As is so often the case when drinking beer – nature calls often. The woman revealed that she needed to pee so I escorted her to the head. The only one vacant was off the tiny two-bunk cabin assigned to the Sailing Master and the Coxswain who were both ashore. Gentleman that I was, I stood guard while. My best friend Mark, also 16, was in my room one day after school, and we were sitting on the floor doing homework. Mark was wearing tight jeans that day. I noticed quite a bulge in his crotch. Not that he was erect or anything, but it was clearly a larger bulge than I could have displayed when flaccid.Nothing happened right then, but I thought about that bulge when beating off that night. It scared me a bit, even while turning me on. “Am I a fag?” was all I could think. The next morning, I. Normally I swallow. Not here. I was ready to deeply kiss my girlfriend. Kristen was reading my mind. As I wiggled out from under, she flopped and presented me her mouth, with me on top, in anticipation. All the seed flowed from my lips as we kissed deeply. The view afforded to Jay was one he will not forget. It got him hard immediately. As Kristen and I are still locked in a deep kiss I let out a "whoop" as Jay took me in a single stroke from behind. Then he locked his hands onto my. ”With that Sara Valentine breathed a big sigh of relief. Getting it off her chest felt better... although she knew that she was headed down a dangerous path. She didn’t know what had come over her. All weekend the things that Kat had written and said had been running through her head; some kind of gateway had opened in her mind and she couldn’t close it. Friday night Sara’s boyfriend had tried to initiate sex and she’d turned him down, saying that she wasn’t feeling well. Saturday night he.