I examined myself, then I was examined by someone else

I first discovered thighs when I was sitting on the toilet. I looked down, and my thin legs had enlarged to at least three times the width as they took the weight of my body. I experimented by lifting myself up with my hands - yes thin legs again. 

Down with the weight, my legs splurged out again. There was something enormous behind my skin-and-bones which came to life when I did this. From that point on I started looking at other boy's thighs. This was mainly in the summer when they wore shorts or all the year round during sports. Whilst I noticed they all had thighs like me, there were subtle differences. Some were thinner, some fatter and some obviously more musclely. Some had smooth skin, probably as soft as mine, others had what looked like tougher skin, maybe with a few small pimples.

One day we were told to change for gym in a tiny room because the main changing room was being done-up. There were about 30 boys in this tiny room all trying to change, taking things off, bending down. Inevitably we were bumping into each other all the time. I was bending down doing up my shoelaces and next to me was Jase, a boy I hardly knew except that I had seen him around. I admired him for his height, the slight brownness to his skin and the fact he had no blemishes at all, not that I had ever seen anyway. I took the opportunity from my low position doing shoe laces to look up at him. 

I saw right up his shorts, he didn't seem to have any underpants on for some reason. I could see his round bottom - yes that was unblemished too. But my eyes fixed on his thighs. They were the most beautiful thighs I had ever seen. They were smooth, clean, slightly brown and joined up so perfectly with his bottom with a nice crease. My right hand left my shoelaces and moved up into his shorts and touched his skin. I am sure to this day that his thigh perceptably came towards my hand rather than my hand touching his thigh. He leaned towards me! I do not know whether he was aware of this at the time. Just at that point our gym instructor came in to the room and told us all to hurry up. The moment of magic was over.

Two years later my mother thought it was a good idea for me to join a group from school going on a cruise around the islands of Scotland. The idea was that the boat would visit various islands and experts on board would point out the wildlife and so on. It was a Norwegian boat. This was really the first time I had been away from home and I wasn't interested in the wild life at all. All I was interested in was having a good time. I was sharing a berth with four other boys and once we were out of territorial waters they all went off somewhere leaving me in the cabin by myself. There was a big mirror there and I looked at myself. You have a lot of life in you I said. You are young, look at you. You are so thin. Feel those thighs! 

Hardly more than when you were so young. Feel those muscles, not much to speak of. Feel the skin, so soft - is the skin supposed to be so soft on a boy? Feeling down into my pants, my hand just went into a gaping hole. I could feel my hip bones. They jutted out, forming a concave area in which my cock and balls were placed as though they were just stuck on. 

Why are the bones so stuck out? There was no fat on me anywhere. I put my hands round to my back and felt the muscles on the back of my bum and up the spine. It was no good, I could not get an erection, the lads would be back any minute, and I had to go down to lunch.
That evening I had too much to drink. It was a new experience. Something strange. It was all I could do to stand up. 

Every action was slow, the ship was tossing in the North Sea, rough at the best of times I had been told. Each time the boat lurched I followed it. When it sank I followed it down. It seemed like I did this for hours all around the deck. The wind was rushing through my hair and lifting my jacket. There were stairs going up and down. I could go down the whole flight without touching the steps. I waited at the top for the boat to lurch upwards then jump and hey! I was at the bottom. I could go up the steps the same way. No effort. It was like being on the moon. I carried on doing this for hours and it was getting late. There was no one around, they had all gone to bed.

I went around the deck and saw a man in a doorway.

The man was obviously a crew member, an short asian guy looking a bit oily, maybe worked with the engine. He beckoned me over so I went to see what he wanted. He pulled me towards him and started kissing me. With this I was greatly startled, despite being drunk. Why would this man want to kiss me? I felt his hands on my back pushing me towards him. I felt his hands go into my trousers. Feeling my bottom. Feeling the muscles in my bottom like I had done earlier. I felt him feeling my thighs. I felt him put his hand down the front of my trousers and into my pants. I felt him feel my cock which was big. 

I felt him feel my chest and my shoulders, arms, back and everywhere. I thought I could feel something hard pushing against me about waist high but honestly it didn't occur to me it might be his prick. He edged me over the step of the bulkhead door. Now we were inside the ship. I could hear the engines throbbing. Behind the door was an area in deep shadow. We went in there. The man now had my trousers down at my ankles. Again he started feeling me all over and kissing me everywhere. He bent down and kissed the area between my hip bones - so that bit of my body I was unsure about was "ok after all" I thought vaguely. The next thing I felt was his prick pressing into that area. 

I realize I was being "fucked" but not in the normal sense I didn't think. The man was holding me against him and he was pushing his prick into the bit between my hip bones, rubbing his prick against my balls and my prick. In my drunken state I was sort of viewing this from afar, I had an erection too but it was like it was someone else's. After a while the thrusting got quicker and quicker, there was some panting and then somehow he'd got us both to come at the same time. There was quite a bit of spunk flowing around. A large dolop of spunk must have dropped onto my underpants because as I staggered back to my cabin I could feel the wetness oozing into the slit of my bum.