No sooner had we pulled away from the dock and got out on the open lake when Mr. Anderson let me drive it from the upper deck. He said, “If you’re now old enough to drive a car , you’re now old enough to drive a boat,” as he gave me a quick smile and a wink, and got out of the captain’s chair so I could sit in it. 

The lake was virtually dead! There were hardly any boats on the water given it was after Labor Day and everyone was either gone or boarding up their houses. While I drove the boat, Mr. Anderson went down into the cabin and checked out all the appliances, lights and other features to make sure everything was working properly. 

After about 30 minutes, Mr. Anderson climbed back up to the upper deck with a huge glass of ice tea he made for me. Then he went back downstairs and brought me a plate of shrimp cocktail to munch on while I drove. He knew shrimp was my very favorite appetizer. 

Then, Mr. Anderson did something that surprised me. As he stood next to me, he pulled off his shirt and gave me a fatherly like hug as I sat in the caption’s chair. While I was startled for it was the first time I felt another male’s flesh press up against mine, nevertheless the feeling was quite pleasant and even erotic. He said, “Thanks for coming with me Jeffery. I’ve been kind of lonely since me and my wife got divorced and I don’t see my kids as often as I like anymore”. 

I had never seem Mr. Anderson with without a shirt on except at a distance from time to time. But I thought he had a pretty sexy one. It wasn’t smooth, but it wasn’t too hairy either. In fact it was just perfect and I even wished I had one like his. I especially thought his two masculine nipples made his chest all that more attractive and I wondered in the back of my mind if his former wife use to enjoy it when he laid on top of her. 

As I kept us steered on a steady course to Grover’s Pond, Mr. Anderson walked all around his boat inspecting every singe inch of it since without a doubt it was his prized position. From time to time he would come up from behind me while I sat in the captain’s chair and rested his right arm over my shoulder as he pointed out all the various bells and whistles on the console in front of me with his finger. 

While I thought this kind of gesture was unusual, I didn’t mind his arm resting on my shoulder. The feeling of his forelimb touching the bare skin on my upper shoulder blade was rather stimulating and even personable.

When we finally reached Grover’s Pond, we dropped anchor and Mr. Anderson broke out the fishing gear. The sun was finally starting to go down for it was eight o’clock . We fished for almost an hour. I caught two spotted bass and Mr. Anderson caught one nice four pounder. 

After we put our polls away and placed the fish on ice, Mr. Anderson pulled out of the refrigerator two of the thickest and biggest T-bone steaks I had ever seen . By now it was just after nine o’clock and I was starving. Along with the steak, Mr. Anderson had already baked to two huge potatoes and made up a fresh garden salad on the way over. 

Needless to say, we ate like kings that night on the patio-deck of the boat out on the rod iron table. When we finished, we talked about old times when he was married and when us kids use to run wild from house to house along the lake. At one point Mr. Anderson remarked how much he enjoyed all of us kids back then and especially me cause I was the only one who was always up to go fishing. 

Again, he always found a way to complement me. 

After about thirty minutes, Mr. Anderson said, “Hey Jeffery, why don’t we take a late night dip and work off some of our dinner?" While I wanted to take a swim , I explained that I didn’t have any dry clothes to change into.

But that didn’t concern him . He told me to jump in my shorts cause he would throw them along with my underwear in the dryer after I got out.

But I was really kind of nervous to take off my shorts and walk around in nothing but a towel afterwards in front of him while they dried. When he asked me if I was sure in a somewhat disappointed tone, I replied that I was. So, I remained seated in my chair while he jumped in. 

It wasn’t about 60 seconds after he dove into the water when I regretted not accepting his offer. I felt dirty and sticky from all work I had done around our house that day in the extreme heat and wanted to both rinse and cool off in the beautiful clear lake. 

I got out of my chair and sat on the cushion bench seats along the side of the boat so I could look over and watch Mr. Anderson swim. He yelled back as he treaded water, “You sure you don’t want to come in, Jeffery? The water feels great!” 

I replied back, “Well, let me think about it.” 

As I was trying to get the courage to jump in ,I wondered what was going to happen when we both got out. Surely, Mr. Anderson wasn’t going walk into the cabin of his new boat completely wet, I told myself. Was he going to strip in front of me on the patio-deck and ring his shorts out before he got a towel? If I jumped in , would I end up stripping in front of him too on the patio-deck? 

Those thoughts raced across my mind for a few minutes. But finally I didn’t care if he saw me without my clothes on for a brief moment or I saw him without his clothes on for a brief moment. In fact, after seing his bare & sexy chest I kind of wondered what Mr. Anderson looked like in the buff and I could sense he wondered what I looked like bare too. 

But more importantly, I just wanted to cool off. So I shouted out, “OK , I’ve changed my mind”. 

With those words out of my mouth, I jumped in. The water felt great! I swam around the boat several times and then held onto the ladder at the back of the stern. Mr. Anderson swam up along side and grabbed onto the ladder with me. By now it was almost eleven o’clock and there was a big beautiful moon out along with all the stars in the sky. 

As we held onto the ladder, we began to talk. Only this time our conversation wasn’t just small talk about old times. Instead Mr. Anderson went into a deep conviction that except for his children , he regretted ever getting married. When I asked why, he explained that he really never loved her and it took him a while to figure that out. Then he added that not all people were meant to get married like him. Of course during the conversation he asked me if I had girlfriend. 

Then, just as we were about to get out of the water Mr. Anderson said, “Jeff, I don’t think you’ll ever get married either. ”

I said, “Really, Why’s that?” 

He looked me deep in my eyes and exclaimed, “Cause , I’ve always felt that you’re special. ” 

Well needless to say I didn’t know how to take what he said. So, I just shrugged my shoulders as if to say he could be right. But by now, I could feel the distinct interest he took in me over the years was more than just a common friendship. 

Just as Mr. Anderson climbed up the ladder and hopped back into the boat, my heart started pounding. I wondered in my mind what was going to happen next. 

Then it was my turn to climb back up the ladder. I was so nervous, I could hardly feel the steps at first. 

When I finally scaled the ladder and flopped back over the side onto the deck, Mr. Anderson was standing there soaking wet. It wasn’t but about fifteen seconds later when he said, “Let’s get out of these wet clothes, Jeffery,” as he proceeded to pull his shorts and underwear down to his ankles right in front of me. 

I thought about what was happening for about ten seconds when I came to the conclusion that I really had no other choice other than to strip in front of him as well. The instant his shorts & underwear dropped to his feet, I glanced over so I could see what he looked liked in the buff. I was pleasantly surprised cause I found looking at an older naked man was pretty hot. The sight of him certainly turned me on more than any pictures of naked women I had seen over the years. 

And no sooner did I drop my shorts & underwear to my feet and stepped out of them, when I could sense that Mr. Anderson was checking my naked body out from head to toe. 

After we both wrung our shorts & underwear out as we stood in the buff on the patio-deck practically facing one another, Mr. Anderson said, “Come on Jeffery--Let’s go inside and dry off --I already put some new towels on board today.” 

As he walked in front of me when we first entered the cabin, I couldn’t help but admire his firm masculine ass. Just like his chest, his ass was coated in light hair , but the hair wasn’t overbearing. It was soft and certainly helped complement his body. 

Just before we reached the galley, Mr. Anderson opened a cabinet and passed me a fresh towel. He also pulled one down for himself. As we toweled ourselves off, it became apparent that we were checking each other out. Mr. Anderson had a nice dick and I kind of wondered if his wife missed having sex with him. And I could tell just by the way Mr. Anderson glanced over at me, he was certainly aroused by my young smooth teenage body. 

Once we wrapped towels around ourselves, I felt much less nervous. In fact I was just starting to relax. The swim in the pond had both cooled & cleaned me off and now I just wanted to sit down and rest. No sooner had that thought crossed my mind when Mr. Anderson said, “Jeffery, why don’t you go sit down and relax out on the patio-deck --I’m going throw our clothes into the dryer and make us a late-night surprise.

It wasn’t but about three minutes after I sat down on the cushion bench seats in the corner of the boat, when Mr. Anderson came out with two giant glasses pena coladas. 

“Wow”, I said to myself. It was no secret that I loved pena coladas. All us kids use to beg our parents to give us sips of it whenever the adults got together for BBQ’s and on the Fourth of July at our lake house. Mr. Anderson use to make them for all the adults like Detroit made cars. 

As he passed me one of the glasses, he remarked , “Now this is just our secret , right Jeffery”? I looked up at him and said, “No problem, I won’t tell a sole”. He held up his glass in the air and proposed a toast. He exclaimed, “ Here’s to my new boat Jeffery, and here’s to you.”

Before we knew it, almost a whole hour had passed as we lounged out on deck sitting next to each other drinking pena coladas and telling jokes. Both of us had already downed three each. While I wasn’t drunk cause of the full meal I had eaten, I wasn’t feeling any pain either. In fact, I felt just perfect --nice and relaxed as a gentle breeze began stirring in the air. Even though I knew my shorts and underwear were dry, I didn’t ask for them. I kind of liked sitting around in nothing but a towel wrapped around me and I was pretty sure Mr. Anderson felt the same way too given he had plenty of extra clothes for himself on-board. 

As we continued talking and telling jokes, I politely asked Mr. Anderson if he would make me one more pena colada. He looked at me and said with a smile, “ Well, OK Jeffery, but are you sure since we got to get up in a few hours and fish, and then you have to make that long drive home?”

I thought about it for a minute and replied, “Well, we’ll fish tomorrow and maybe I’ll just relax afterwards and spend the night again instead of going home-- but only if that’s OK with you and I am not imposing”.

Mr. Anderson face really lit up. I thought for a minute he was going to kiss me. He exclaimed in sure jubilation, “Mind? Heck No!!!! That would be great --I’d love nothing more than for us to hang out together and have you spend the night again, Jeffery. We’ll just hang around on my boat tomorrow and watch TV, fish, swim, and do whatever else we want to. Besides I’m off work all next week and I don’t want to spend the next 9 days by myself.”

He quickly sprang off the bench seat and went inside. When he returned a few minutes later, he held two more full glasses of pena colada in each hand. Only this time when he sat down, he nudged up right against me.

No sooner did we both take a sip when Mr. Anderson rested his left hand on my right thigh. While this startled me, nevertheless, I didn’t flinch. My heart began pounding , but at the same time I enjoyed the feeling of being touched by another male.

As we talked about his new boat again, his hand begin to slowly rub my thigh over the towel which was wrapped around me. Needless to say, I couldn’t control my snake which had now started to grow under my towel. I was sure Mr. Anderson’s snake was growing underneath his towel too.

Only a few moments had lapsed when I closed my eyes and leaned back against the side of the boat. Without a doubt Mr. Anderson not only got the hint that I didn’t mind what he was doing to me, but that in fact, I was enjoying it. 

Suddenly, things got really quite as he began to work his hand more passionately up and down my thigh. My heart was pounding and I was sure his was too.

It wasn’t but a few moments later when he moved his hand up my thigh and onto my stomach. Within seconds, his firm hand was rubbing my smooth teenage chest as I remained seated back with my eyes closed. The feeling was incredible! By now, my cock was throbbing! I just sat there and enjoyed the feeling of all male intimacy. I knew that it was only a matter of time before Mr. Anderson wanted to go further with me. It was then, that I told myself I wouldn’t resist his advances because I had always wanted to have a gay encounter. I just never thought it would be with a man 20 years my senior and a long time family friend at that. But I sure wasn’t complaining.


As the soft breeze blew across our bodies, he gently leaned over and both licked & kissed my right nipple. The sensation drove me off the deep end. I began to squirm as I let out a soft moan in heat. Mr. Anderson knew that he was exciting beyond my wildest imagination. And indeed he was. He was so much hotter and by far more satisfying than any girl I had been with. And the best part of it all was that we were just getting started.

As we both sat there on the bench seat alongside the corner of the boat while he remained leaned over and toyed with my nipple with his tongue & mouth, I wanted to show him my gratitude. So, I raised my right arm and placed it around the back of his neck to let him know that I wanted him just as much as he wanted me. It wasn’t but a few seconds later after I began rubbing the back of his neck when he worked his lips up my chest and onto my neck. 

Slowly he began planting sweet wet kisses all over it as he went back to rubbing my chest and nipples with his hand. I was so hot and horny by now that my breathing became heavier and heavier. I spread my legs slightly because my snake was so stiff, I needed too loosing the towel that was wrapped around me.

No sooner had I spread my legs a little further when Mr. Anderson placed his lips up next to mine. But he didn’t try and french kiss me right away. Rather, he slowly undid my towel. Now, my razor hard cock along with the rest of my naked body was fully exposed to him. Very attentively he grasped my throbbing cock with his hand. The feeling of having my cock in the clutch of another male’s hand stimulated me beyond anything I had ever imagined. 

Then, he opened his mouth and tried to drive his tongue into mine. At first, I was a little reluctant. But I finally allowed his tongue to slide all the way in once he began stroking my cock at the same time. 

Again, Mr. Anderson took me to a new level of all male sexual intimacy. After realizing how hot it was to be kissed by an older hot man who had always been in love with me, I drove my wet hot tongue deep, deep into his wet mouth to reciprocate. We were in love now and there was no turning back. 

What had happened over the past few minutes was truly a godsend, I thought to myself. My only regret was there were at least five times in years past that only Mr. Anderson and I went out on his old houseboat by ourselves because no one else wanted to go fishing. I only wished what we were doing now would have happened back then. And it became apparent that both of us were making up for lost time. 

Finally, when his sweet lips reluctantly parted mine, Mr. Anderson went back to softly kissing my neck while he stroked my cock ever so gently at the same time. He had gotten me so hot and horny at that point, I was almost at wits end in heated passion. He paused for a moment, looked down at my cock while he continued stroking it, and exclaimed, “God Jeffery, you have such a big dick--it’s so beautiful just like the rest of you!”

I smiled, looked into his eyes and replied, “Do you really like it?”

He chuckled and said, “Oh God yes-- I don’t know what I like better --my new boat or your beautiful big dick--I can’t get over how huge it is”. 

I was so flattered by his complement that I wanted to lust at him and his hot mature body. So, very slowly, I placed my hand on his chest and began rubbing it back and forth as we stared each other in the eyes. I was so excited at the touch of another man’s nipples, I couldn’t resist wanting to both suck and kiss them just like he had done to mine. Before I knew it, my mouth and tongue were all over his left nipple as my hand carefully undid his towel. The instant I placed my hand on his rock hard cock, I knew that a male’s penis was what I had always craved for. 

And just like he had done to me, I kissed my lips up his chest and onto his neck. When my lips had reached the middle of it, I plated kisses all over him as he gently rubbed my naked back with his firm hand. It wasn’t but about thirty seconds later when I drove my tongue deep into his mouth as I rubbed my hand all over his hairy chest and cock working my hand up & down his entire sexy body. We carried on our love feast for almost another two full minutes cherishing every second of it together.

Then came the moment of truth. When our lips parted, Mr. Anderson slowly stood up and placed his cockhead right up to my lips. I stared at his beautiful sausage for a few moments admiring every inch of its mature splendor and charm. His tempting piece of meat, particularly his big purple cockhead, was certainly inviting as I looked at it trying to build up the courage to take it into my young teenage mouth. 

After a few moments, Mr. Anderson whispered very softly , “It’s OK Jeffery, I know it’s your first time -- you can suck it---you know you want to--so take it into your mouth.” 

No sooner did Mr Anderson speak those words when he placed both his hands behind the back of my head and slowly nudged me forward. Like a bottle of fine Champaign christening a great ship, his mature penis christened my young teenage lips as his delicious cockhead breached them and slowly worked its way into my mouth. 

The instant I tasted it , I knew that my life had changed forever for I had taken to dick like baby ducks take to water. The only question in my mind was how long would it take before I tasted his warm cream which I was sure was churning inside those thick mannish testicles of his.

At first Mr. Anderson held his cock in my mouth until I got use to it. Once he observed just how much I enjoyed it, he pumped my mouth very, very slowly and tenderly . Then he moaned out in delight , Oh yea Jeffery, you suck my dick so damn good--I love it so much”.

His words of encouragement really excited me to the point of where not only did I want to satisfy him in every way that I could , but I also wanted to give him a deeply religious experience that he would never forget. So, I wrapped both my hands around his hot masculine ass and rubbed them ever so passionately while I continued to suck him off at the same time. This undoubtedly let him know just how much I enjoyed making him feel good. 

It wasn’t but about five seconds later when Mr. Anderson exclaimed, “Oh Jeffery, you’re such a natural at this--you feel so good.” 

I didn’t say a word cause I was too busy making love to his stiff rod. But he knew that I heard him because I quickened my pace over his cockhead. Mr. Anderson in turn began to pump my mouth faster and fasted as his hands remained firmly behind my head. 

Two things crossed my mind as I sucked Mr. Anderson. The first was the beauty of the soft patch of pubic hairs that surrounded his dick. And the second was what my mother would have thought if she could only see her darling little boy now. My mom was probably sound asleep thinking that her sweet little boy was all tucked in for the night, when in fact he was sucking off her long time friend & neighbor on his new boat. 

No sooner did both those thoughts cross my mind when Mr. Anderson pumped my mouth faster and faster. He Exclaimed, “Oh Jeffery I need to cum so badly --go faster sweet boy”. 

Right a way, I increased my pace even faster on Mr. Anderson’s skin flute as he moaned out in the heat of passion. I knew that it was just a matter of time before he popped his nuts. The question was, was I brave enough to swallow him whole? I was a little nervous , but I at least wanted to taste a man’s warm nectar for the very first time. 

By now it seemed like I was going at lightening speed as all I could hear were cries of heated passion coming from Mr. Anderson’s mouth. Seconds later, he rammed his cock about 3/4 of the way in my mouth and suddenly I tasted the warm salty pungent flavor of droplets hit the back of my throat. Mr. Anderson had finally blown his load and was now filling my mouth with his entire warm offering. 

Rather than pulling my mouth off his cockhead, I allowed his cum to fill my mouth. After about the third wave, I began to swallow it because I wanted Mr. Anderson to know just how much I loved this new experience. As his cum was sliding down my throat, I wondered how much his wife missed sucking him off like I had just done. 

Once I had sucked every drop of warm delicious cum as humanly possible out of Mr. Anderson, I left my mouth firmly parked on his cockhead as I remained seated on the bench seat with my hands still wrapped around his hot masculine ass. I wanted to relish every single inch of his delicious cock as Mr. Anderson began waving his fingers through my hair as if I were undoubtedly his prized possession.


It wasn’t but a few minutes later when My Anderson slid his hands under my armpits and raised me off the beach seat to my feet. He wrapped his arms around me and said, “ Oh Jeffery, I knew you could do it--that was the best blow job I ever had and that because you were the one giving it to me”, as he delicately kissed my lips. 

By now I was so horny and turned-on, I opened my mouth and let him gladly slide his tongue all the way inside. As we frenched with my smooth chest pressed up against his, a light breeze blew across our naked bodies. Again I wondered if his wife enjoyed having him lay on top of her. I knew at that point I certainly wanted Mr. Anderson to lay on top of me and kiss me like he had probably done a thousand times to her. 

No sooner had we engaged in our hot passionate kissing session when Mr. Anderson grabbed my razor hard teenage cock. He knew that I needed to cum in the worst way.
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Thinking he was going to drop to his knees and suck me off right there, he instead surprised me when he did something that I never expected. Mr. Anderson gently picked me up like a husband would do to his new bride and carried me over to the bench seats along the right side of the patio deck. There, he laid me on my back and knelt down on one knee so he could admire my bare teenage body in all its glory. I was so mesmerized by the whole experience that I didn’t know what to think. But I did know that I loved what he had just done and couldn’t wait to find out what he had planned for me next.


Mr. Anderson looked at me like an ecstatic explorer admiring every single inch of his priceless treasure that he just discovered. His soft hazel eyes gazed me over from head to toe several times when he exclaimed, “Jeffery you are so beautiful--the hottest young man on the face of this earth-- and I am so lucky to be with you--I love you so much”.

I didn’t know how to respond to his flattering comment, so I placed the back of my hand on his chest and began rubbing his left nipple as if to say, ”ditto”. 

At that point, he leaned over slightly until his lips touched mine and grabbed my throbbing cock at the same time. This time I really stunned Mr. Anderson when I placed my hand behind his neck to stabilize his head and forced my teenage tongue deep inside his mouth. I frenched him as hard as I could and there was no doubt that he was surprised by my outward display of affection. As we were making-out in heated passion, I told myself that I would allow Mr. Anderson to do whatever he wanted to do to me cause I was sure at some point his cock was going to wind up in my young teenage ass anyway. There was no doubt that Mr. Anderson would have given anything to fuck me and I wanted to make his wish come true. 

As we continued deep frenching, Mr. Anderson began to both rub and stroke my cock & balls ever so softly with his hand. This of course sent me off the deep end as I drove my tongue has hard as possible into his mouth. 

As we carried on in heat for almost a full minute, I again wondered if his former wife missed having this kind of phenomenal heated passion with him. 

Once our lips parted, Mr. Anderson worked his kisses down onto my chest and began sucking my nipples. The feeling was sensational and Mr. Anderson knew he had me fully under his dominion. As I laid there on my back while he remained on one knee, I lowered my hand off my stomach and reached down until I felt his cock. It was already super stiff again. 

Once he finished toying with my nipples, he looked me in the eyes with true love and desire. We both knew that it was time for him to suck me because my body was so heated, that I was almost shaking.

Before I knew it, Mr. Anderson was kissing not only my dick , but my balls as well. He didn’t just want to suck my male organs, he wanted to make love to them. And within seconds, he was delighted in licking my thick long shaft like a kid would delight in licking an ice-cream cone on a hot summer day. The feeling was extraordinary for I had never experienced anything even remotely like what he was doing to me. Just as I let out a soft moan of heated fervor, he took my cock-- about 3/4 of it into his mouth. 

Mr. Anderson was a real pro! As he proceeded to give me a unbelievable blow job. I made mental notes so I could do the same thing to him when I got my next chance. 

It wasn’t but a minute later when I could feel myself want to cum. I put one leg on the floor and raised my hips. The next thing I knew I was feeding Mr. Anderson my warm teenage seed. And there was no doubt just by the way that he sucked me that he savoring very drop of it.

Once I caught my breath and began to go soft, Mr. Anderson pulled his lips off my cock and kissed it several more times before he kissed his way up my body and onto my mouth. The minute he drove his tongue deep into it, I could taste my salty seed which now coated his entire mouth and tongue. Did I love it? You bet I did. Kissing Mr. Anderson was the hottest thing I had ever experienced. I would have married him right then and there had he proposed to me. 

After our lips parted, Mr. Anderson remarked how wonderful I tasted and that he definitely wanted to taste me again and again. And he continued to tell me how big and beautiful my cock was for a guy my age as I looked into his eyes with a smile on my face. 

Even though it was getting late (like just after midnight), both of us weren’t ready to go to sleep yet. Not only did we want to enjoy each other’s company, we wanted to enjoy looking and touching at each other’s naked bodies in the serene beauty of the lake and moonlight. 

For almost an hour, I remained laying on my back across the bench seats while Mr. Anderson remained on one knee hovering directly over me. While we talked about what it was like to be gay, Mr. Anderson rubbed his hand up and down my stomach and fondled both my nipples and dick from time to time. And when he wasn’t doing that, he was stroking his fingers through my pubic hairs which he undoubtedly admired and told me were adorable over and over again.

And as we talked about the wonderful sexual encounter we just shared together, I got braver and even told Mr. Anderson how much he turned me on when he first took off his shirt and hugged me earlier that day. Mr. Anderson laughed and remarked, “Well you know Jeffery ---I kind of had a hunch that you liked it--I just wished I’d hugged you a little longer and tighter. ” 

During our conversation, Mr. Anderson was so sweet and gentle. He would place his hand behind my head from time to time and raise it up so he good give me a sip of my pena colada that he held in his other hand. Then he would gently lay my head back down on the cushion bench seat and give me a sweet little kiss on my lips. 

By now ,I was building up the courage in my mind to grant
Mr. Anderson the wish of his lifetime. Of course this meant letting him fuck me which I knew he had probably thought about 100 times already. 

As he remained on one knee, I lowered my hand and grabbed his cock. After I began to stroke it, I asked how it felt. Well of course he remarked in a soft gentle tone , “Oh Jeffery, anything you do to me feels great”.

With those words now out of his mouth, I rolled over on my stomach so he could get a great view on my ass which practically stared him in the face. He knew instantly that I was ready to explore our love and homosexuality even more. 

It wasn’t but a couple of seconds later when he placed his lips on the back of my neck and kissed it while he rubbed my ass with one hand at the same time. 

All of a sudden, things got really quite as I closed my eyes and just mellowed at the beautiful touch of his lips and fingers.

Mr. Anderson kissed his way slowly done my spin until he reached the crack of my ass. Within seconds, I felt his wonderful warm tongue begin to softly lick my hole. Again, Mr. Anderson had taken me to a new high in all male intimacy. The feeling made me so hot & horny that I began pumping the cushion of the bench seats as he worked his tongue in and out of my hole. Within seconds , Mr. Anderson was eating me out with such vigor and passion , I thought I was going to pass out from the incredible stimulation. 

Just about the time I could no longer resist his cunning foreplay and desperately wanted to feel his dick in my ass, Mr. Anderson said, “ Jeffery, wait here , let me go inside and get some baby lotion I have in the cabinet”.

Once he said that, I knew right away he wasn’t going inside to hunt down some baby lotion so he could just put it on me to protect my ass from diaper rash.

As I remained on my stomach while he went inside the cabin, I wondered in my mind how he was going to fuck me. Were we going to do it doggie style or was he going to lay me flat on my stomach and mount me? I had seen a ton of pictures of gay guys fucking on the Internet and had a pretty good idea of the positions they fucked in. Actually, I was kind of hoping that Mr. Anderson would lay on top of me and fuck me missionary style like he had probably done to his X-wife a thousand times. 

As it turned out , when he came back, he helped me to my feet holding the bottle of lotion in his hand. We lovingly embraced one another as we deep frenched. While Mr. Anderson kissed me ever so passionately , he popped the cap with his hands wrapped around my back and poured a gob on his fingers. Without ever parting our lips he dropped his hand until it reached the crack of my ass. Slowly he placed his fingers in my crack and rubbed the lotion all over my hole. 

Once he was satisfied that he had smeared enough of it on me, gradually, I could feel one of his fingers enter my hole. It felt so good as I parted my lips from his momentary and let out a soft moan of gratification. 

No sooner had I moaned out when we went back to kissing me and a second finger entered me followed by a third. I allowed Mr. Anderson finger me as much as he wanted because we were both loving every second of it. But I also knew he was prepping me so that my boy pussy would accept his penis with the least little pain as possible.

I knew it was my destiny to lose my virginity to Mr. Anderson that night and I was certainly willing to graciously participate in the divine sacrament between us that was about to occur. 

After Mr. Anderson had comfortably squeezed a third finger up my hole which was now craving his hot mature cock, slowly he parted his lips from mine and looked me deep in my eyes with unabridged passion. As we remained fully embraced, a light breeze blew across our naked bodies. A dainty smile resonated on his face as he took my hand and squeezed a gob of baby lotion all over my fingers. 

Instinctively, I knew Mr. Anderson wanted me to stroke the innocent smelling lubricant over his cock as part of the prelude to the deeply religious experience we were about to share.

No sooner did I slowly lower my hand and begin to stroke the lotion all over his throbbing piece of meat, when he let out a soft moan of gratification. He was so rock hard and stimulated, I thought his cock was going explode. 

Once I had thoroughly lubbed Mr. Anderson up , he slowly turned me around so that my back was facing him. He came up from behind me and placed both hands around my chest, and softly squeezed my nipples. The sensation made me so hot & horny, I reached my hand around so I could feel his throbbing cock one more time before he inserted it into me. 

And then, it happened. Mr. Anderson slowly placed one of his hands behind my neck and gently bent me over until both my hands touched the side of his boat. Once I had grabbed onto the rail, he helped me spread my legs as wide as I could. Only a couple of seconds had passed when he placed his hands firmly on my hips, bent his knees slightly and inserted his cock into my crack. Instantly, I could feel his cockhead touch my opening. It was at this point I realized I was within seconds of losing my boyhood cherry forever. 

Then Mr. Anderson exclaimed, “Oh Jeffery, I love you much,” as his cock nudged forward and penetrated my opening.

At that very instant, an incredibly sharp pain rocketed through my entire body. I lunged forward and let out an awful squeal. Mr. Anderson squeezed my hips with his firm hands and exclaimed, “Jeffery--just try and relax-- it always hurts when you get your cherry popped, sweetboy---I’ll just hold it in you here for awhile until it feels more comfortable.” 

While Mr. Anderson’s words helped calm me , nevertheless the pain still hurt like hell. I had seen pictures of guys getting fucked for the first time and I knew that it was agonizing experience just by their facial expressions.

After a few seconds, I could feel his cock begin to work its way into me. The pain was so brutal that I bellowed out loud as tears filled my eyes. I felt like I was literally being ripped apart. While I realized there was nothing Mr. Anderson could do to help me, by the same token, I felt a sense that Mr. Anderson loved knowing he was the one that I had chosen to pop my cherry. 

Mr. Anderson then softy said, “Jeffery squeeze the handrails as hard as you can, sweetboy”. 

No sooner did I bite my lip and clasped the handrail as hard as I could when I could feel his cock go all the way in me. Mr. Anderson exclaimed, “ There now-- that wasn’t so bad, sweetboy--let’s just hold it here a bit.” 

Once Mr. Anderson felt my body calm and my heavy breathing subside after almost two minutes, slowly he began to pump me. After the fourth thrust he exclaimed, Oh Jeffery ---you feel so good--so damn tight---I just love it--I could do this forever with you. 

While I was still in a tremendous amount of pain, I didn’t even flinch and allowed him to pump me cause I knew I was giving him a dream of a lifetime. 

Just as Mr. Anderson worked his cock into a steady rhythm (of sliding it in and out of my hole), he exclaimed in a soft tone, “OH Jeffery, I want this to last for a while--I love having my dick inside your hot ass like this and I don’t want to cum just yet.”

Suddenly, he stopped. He removed his hands from the sides of my waist with his cock still deep inside me and wrapped them around my stomach. He told me to let go of the handrails as he carefully straightened me upright. From that point, he rubbed his hands up my stomach ever so tenderly and lovingly until they both rested squarely on my chest. 

By now I was feeling much better. My hole was beginning to acclimate itself with his cock and the feeling of his warm masculine hands rubbing their way up my smooth firm body was so damn hot and erotic. 

I wondered in the back of my mind if Mr. Anderson ever stood behind his wife like he was doing to me-- with his cock deep up her hole. I also wondered just how much Mrs. Anderson probably missed it too. I know I would have , had I’d been her. 

But I also knew that there was no way Mrs. Anderson could have ever turned Mr. Anderson on like I did. Because, after all, Mr. Anderson was a gay man who had lived his life in the closet for the most part, and was now really enjoying who he was now. And I knew that I was always the person he really wanted most. 

No sooner had these thoughts raced across my mind when I could feel his fingers pinch both my nipples. The feeling was extraordinary as I let out a soft pleasurable moan in heat. As he continued to both play and pinch them, he began planting soft kisses all over my neck. By now, I was so mesmerized , I moaned out, “Oh God I love this--please don’t ever stop”. 

I literally thought I had died and gone to heaven. “How could gay sex be his good and hot?”, I thought to myself. Mr. Anderson was such a passionate lover and I was now totally in love with him. I felt so comfortable having sex with him-especially the kind of sex and romance he was performing on me. 

Just when I didn’t think it could get any better, it did. Mr. Anderson placed his wet tongue deep in my ear and began licking me. This sensation turned me on so much that I began to rock up and down slightly on his cock. 

He had definitely taken me to a new dimension in all male intimacy and I was loving every second of it. And no sooner did he work his warm wet tongue into my ear when he lowered his right hand and grabbed my cock. He took his tongue out of my ear for just a second and exclaimed, “ Now let me jack you off Jeffery, cause I want you to cum for me”, as he inserted his tongue back into it and pinched my nipple with his left hand.

I could believe how good all of this felt. Here Mr. Anderson had his tongue in my ear, his dick up my ass, while he pinched my nipple with one hand and jacked me off at the same time with the other. Now I knew I was heaven as I just stood there and enjoyed the entire extraordinary experience. 

I loved having another man jack me off. I had beat-my-meat many of times. But having someone else jack me off was incredible. It wasn’t but about three minutes later , when I could feel myself want to cum. Mr. Anderson could instinctively sense this and increased his hand speed across my shaft & cockhead. 

I moaned out that I was going cum. Mr. Anderson was so excited by my cries of passion, he removed his tongue from my ear and began sucking on my neck. I knew he was in the process of giving me a giant hickey , but I didn’t care. I told myself I would deal with the consequences later. But for now, all I wanted was for Mr. Anderson to get me as hot as he could even if it was for just a few seconds before I shot my load. 

It wasn’t but a few seconds after that when I could feel my nuts popping. I held it as long as I could and then moaned out, “ Oh God--I’m cumming I’m cumming,” cause I knew Mr. Anderson loved hearing my cries of heated passion. 

I took one last breath and suddenly released my nuts as cum sprayed all over the side of Mr. Anderson’s boat. When about the fourth wave shot out of me, Mr. Anderson pumped my hole to reassure me that his cock was still rock hard and buried deep inside me. 

As I stood there catching my breath while the final droplets of cum oozed out, Mr. Anderson then placed his lips on the left side of my neck . And like he done to my right side, he sucked my neck ever so lovingly so as to place another one of his giant trademark hickeys on me. 

Once my body had fully calmed and Mr. Anderson had finished sucking my neck, very calmly he removed his hand from my cock and placed it back behind my neck. Slowly he bent me back over with his dick still buried deep up by hole, placed his hands back on my hips and slowly began to pump me for yet a second time. 

By now his cock was starting to feel good. My hole had adjusted to his dick really nicely and Mr. Anderson could tell that I was starting to get the hang of it. 

Again, I wondered what my mom would think if she only knew that I was getting fucked over the side of a boat by her longtime neighbor and friend.

It wasn’t but about a full minute later when Mr. Anderson began to go full throttle as I could feel him pump me faster and faster. As he struggled to catch his breath, he exclaimed in delight, “ Oh Jeffery--you feel so good--so very tight--you are giving me a great work out,” as his cock continued to thrash my hole.

I replied back, “ Well I love this too--go faster,” as I gave Mr. Anderson a moan of pleasure.

My statement really excited him and before I knew it, he was pumping me for all it was worth. His cock was really beginning to feel good now and I told him how much I loved what we were doing.

Mr. Anderson exclaimed , “I know , I know , Jeffery--this feels so damn good--I’m going to cum in a second”.

With that, he pumped me about ten more times and then thrust his hips forward has hard as he could. No sooner had he done that when he exclaimed, “Oh Jeffery , I cumming"”. 

I knew at that point Mr. Anderson was ejecting me with his nectar as he struggled to catch his breath. I didn’t want to take away the thrill of cumming inside me, so I remained perfectly still until he finally came back down to earth.

Once he began to go soft he pulled out of me , turned me around and frenched me as hard as he could. He exclaimed in excitement, “Jeffery, that was so hot--I’ve never done anything like that---God that felt so good!”

I looked Mr. Anderson in his pretty hazel eyes and said, “ Well I really enjoyed that too--can we do it again sometime?”

Mr. Anderson replied sarcastically, “Sometime? How about tomorrow?”

I placed my hand around Mr. Anderson neck and drew his head forward until his lips touched mine. Then I opened my mouth and drove my tongue deep into his. Afterwards I looked him again his eyes with love and replied, “Sure, why not”.