“Yeah of course,” I replied, determined to make this as comfortable as possible for both of us.
Don’t do anything stupid, I thought to myself as I sat paralyzed next to him. I looked down at the chipped paint covering the boat, counting ever single crack trying to ignore the painfully awkward silence. And then, I felt it. His large hands grazed my arm sending a shiver pulsation throughout my whole body. I looked back up to see him still staring, eyes locked on mine. Looking into his grey-blue eyes I felt my dick start to firm in my suit, expanding between my leg with nowhere to go but up.
Suddenly, his hand made its way to my stomach, his touch more ecstatic than any orgasm I’d had before. He wanted this too, at least right now he did, and I would be a fool to let it slip away. With ever ouch of courage I had, I slipped over him, straddling him, and leaning down stopping before his face.
“What?” he asked, his voice piercing through the fantasy of the moment, reminding me, this was real.
“Nothing, I just, I -” I could barely speak.
He laughed, clearly taken by my flustered nature, and pulled me in. Our lips met and my body came alive, I had never been as hard as I was. I dove into his soft lip letting his tongue climb into my mouth. He flipped me over, climbing on top, and shaking the boat. I felt his cock on my leg and stomach, almost as hard a mine. Milo grabbed my neck pulling me up to meet his face while his other handheld my body. This was everything I had ever wanted.
I began to traverse my hands over his pecks and abs, down to his happy trail, as soft and hot and I had imagined. I couldn’t take waiting any longer, the trail had sent me over the edge. I slid my hand through the bathing suit and felt his shaft immediately. I could tell he was massive, my hand barely fit around his cock and it felt as though it went on forever. Pushing him back over and climbing on top, I managed to pull down the bathing suit completely, revealing it in all its glory; well over eight inches and thick, attached to a large, full set of balls, with a neatly kept bush framing it all. I couldn’t have imagined such a perfect body. Precum had already begun oozing from his tip and I began to spread it around the head of his cock, watching him moan in ecstasy. Even in my wildest fantasies, I never saw him being as into it as I was, and now that it was happening, I knew he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.
I opened my mouth and began to suck on his head, only making him moan louder. He quickly pulled me back up to him.
“Did I do something wrong?” I asked, fearful of his response.
“No!” he laughed, “I just want to taste you too.”
He spun me around, pulling down my shorts, letting my dick hit him in the face. I watched from in between my legs as he bobbed up and down. I began to hump in rhythm with him, face fucking him. I let out a gasp as his tongue reached my balls, shaking, and trying not to cum. I Immediately dove down back onto his dick, still while fucking his mouth. Our bodies moved in sync, with only one goal, pleasure. His cock pulsed in my mouth as he began to rub his fingers down my ass crack, and onto my blooming hole. I let out a raw moan, as he slipped in, his other hand cupping my balls. I began to do the same, sticking my hand onto his balls, holding and massaging them as I reached under him.
The second I touched his hole he let out a moan I never had expected to hear from him. So primal and vulnerable he begged without words for me to continue going further in, exploring his deepest crevices. It wasn’t long until the moaning returned, his dick, still in my mouth had begun to vibrate. His muscles tensed and his body froze as he let out a guttural shriek. Warms ropes of cum shot down my throat and almost immediately into my stomach. He grabbed my ass, pushing three fingers in with such force I had no choice but to cum. A wave of heat rose throughout me before I was paralyzed with pleasure, I spit out his dick, as he continued to blow cum all over me, I just couldn’t take it. I screamed in satisfaction as he sucked me deep and I collapsed onto of him. We lay there in silence for a moment, breathing together, feeling each other bodies through a thick layer of cum.
Eventually, after peeling ourselves apart we jumped into the lake to clean off, laughing and splashing in the water. I had never felt such fulfillment in my life, and I needed what he had given me again and again. Only time would tell if he felt the same.
Splashing around in the cool murky water began to break the intensity of the moment, reverting us to friends, no longer intoxicated lovers. The slight acknowledgment of the moment was held onto by the way Milo’s piercing eye look at me from only several feet away. Our come down was broken by Eric remerging from the cabin.
“He lives!” Miles proclaimed as Eric took a seat on the edge of the boat, dipping his boney feet into the water.
Up until now, I had forgotten he was with us and immediately was worried he had heard our vibrant exchange. His calm demeanor indicated he had missed our brief affair, a response I was grateful for.
“Can we go back?” Eric asked, “I still feel like crap and want to shower before tonight.”
Milo agreed and hopped back into the boat, followed by myself. I was disappointed by the conclusion of our day but thrilled that we hadn’t be discovered.
The boat ride back again was quiet, as we whizzed through the nearly empty lake. This time however I shamelessly gazed at Milo’s body, still with water dripping off of his sculpted back onto the damp deck of the boat. His hard ass, tight in his shorts would forever be etched into my mind. I wanted to shove my face right in it, smelling his musk, licking his hole. Our arrival at the dock once again lifted me from my fantasy, as we cleaned the boat and headed out on our way home. Milo dropped me off first, as my house was the closest to the lake. I was disappointed we wouldn’t get any time alone but just grateful he could still look me in the eye. Pulling down my winding dirt driveway we made plans to meet up in a few hours to go to the nightly bonfire. I hopped out of Milo’s beat-up truck and hurried into my house, I couldn’t dare look back.
Running upstairs into the bathroom, I held my breath until I locked the farmhouse door. Almost immediately I shoved my hand down my pants, feeling my bulge begin to swell again below my soft bush. Transported back to the boat, only a few hours before, I felt the lingering touch of Milo all over me, rubbing my chest and neck, cupping my balls as his fingers had. I need to live in this moment forever, forbidding its inevitable existence as a dream-like memory. Nearly seconds later, I burst once again, surprised by the amount of cum that shot from my solid cock. I thought I had left it all on the boat. I hopped in the shower, still imagining Milo’s hands climbing over my body, as I rubbed foamy soap through every nook and cranny. Upon finishing my shower I collapsed onto my bed, exhausted from the whirlwind and pleasure of the day.
that TOTALLY rocks