Eighteen-year-old Londoner Josh feels all at sea, holidaying with his family on the Isle of Wight. He’d rather be living it up in Ibiza, dancing until all hours, and maybe finding out what it’s like to be with another man. What chance does he have of getting lucky with his newly-single mum and little sisters in tow?<br><br>Cambridge student Rupe is making the most of his summer job at the boating lake, charming customers with his good looks and theatrical manner. Life looks even sunnier when he meets the cute, inexperienced Josh and asks him out for a date on a boat. But there are dark clouds in Rupe’s life, and even love on an island isn’t always plain sailing.

All at Sea

I didn’t have to stop. The minute I eased his erection free of his clothes and wrapped my lips around it, Rupe shuddered and gasped like he was drowning. “God…Josh!” His hands scrabbled in my hair, totally out of control. I felt like a bloody porn star. He tasted incredible: intensely salty, intensely Rupe. I just did whatever seemed right—moved my lips on him, sucked him, swirled my tongue around his head—and his gasps got more incoherent, until suddenly he was saying, “Josh, stop, I’m going to…ahhhh!” My mouth filled up with thick, salty liquid in four or five short spurts.


I gagged a bit, but managed to swallow it down.


“Josh, I’m sorry. I tried…” Rupe was looking horrified, so I staggered to my feet, wiping my mouth, and kissed him.


“Shut up. It’s a bit gross, but that was bloody brilliant.” I grinned at him, and a smile slowly dawned on his face.


Rupe gestured down at the tent pole in my jeans. “Do you want me to, ah, reciprocate?”


Chapter 7