Chapter 4: Crossing the Cabin.
Tuesday July 6th.
I packed up and left the marina for my downtown (Saint Pete) apartment at 11am. On the boat the cooler was empty, there were still about twenty beers in the cabinets and two bottles of wine. The kitchen icebox had plenty of dry ice left. I decided whenever possible that would be my preferred way of cooling stuff. From now on it will be ice cubes and drinks in the cooler and dry ice and food in the ice box. The problem with dry ice was it had to sit in the bottom of the ice box, which was an awkward place to reach.
When I got home there was a shipping tube leaned against my door, it contained the expensive nautical maps of Tampa Bay and the west coast of Florida, printed on fine linen paper and guaranteed to last fifty years with normal care. It felt nice sliding my hand over those maps, and the detail in them was tremendous. The closer I looked the more fine detail I noticed. Even some ancient Spanish wrecks around the bay were faintly visible on the map. They were noted on maps because they're well known snags to area fishermen and scuba tour operators too. The company said the harder the wreck was to see on the bottom the fainter it was on the map.
Tampa Bay had a surprisingly long and fascinating history dating back hundreds of years. When the Pilgrims landed in Massachusetts in 1620 the Spanish already had a 100+ year history sailing across the shallow bay.
The first hardbound books published about the military exploration of the New World were published in Spain in 1542 and for sale in stores back then. That story about the Pilgrims being first was totally not true. On the day the Pilgrims first landed at Plymouth Rock anyone could buy books on the New World in shops in Spain and Portugal. As Spain explored the New World they released mating pairs of pigs so the next time they came back the land would have lots of food running around. While Spain was seeding Florida with pigs the Pilgrims had started to die off because they ran out of beer. It made me laugh because both groups sounded to me like a great bunch of guys!
The rest of the evening Tuesday I spent reading stuff for work and our next class action suit, our target was going to be specific precincts of the Miami Police.
During the week a mountain of boxes arrived at the doorman's desk for me. It was amazing how much stuff I ordered, but I really liked the lifestyle and started pondering selling my apartment. I also watched two more pay per view documentaries about sailing across the Gulf of Mexico alone.
The guy I met on Grindr wanted to meet that weekend and he was happy to go anywhere I wanted. I considered the yacht club bar, but it got loud, maybe too loud to talk. Then I considered the pool deck and the hot tub just outside the bar. There were lots of possibilities but none of them were private, but that's the way I liked a first meeting. One advantage of getting him in the pool was I'd get a good an up close look at his body.
Work informed me I had appointments in Miami in two weeks to interview potential clients in a conference room they rented for taking depositions (in the same hotel they rented our rooms). We also arranged to depose some of the low-level city jail cops named in the suit, the team would consist of me, the paralegal, a court reporter, and an armed security guard who was a registered court bailiff. Talk at the office was I was the best with depositions because I remembered everything. I had a photographic memory most of the time, which meant if I looked at a document I could mentally recall an image of it then read the mental image. That gave me an incredible memory for written facts and dates and quotes. The bad part was I couldn't turn it off, and sometimes it seemed to effect how I treated people.
I met the guy (he said his name was: Carlo Silva) from Grindr on Saturday at our Yacht Club. He looked 100% Mexican, and turned out to be a very nice blue-collar guy that managed a retail tire store with his parents. He parked across the street and we met outside the front door, we shook hands and chatted there for a few seconds then I asked him to join me at the bar. He barely had an accent at all. We drank beers and munched pretzels until it got too loud to talk. Two guys sitting on stools at a bar didn't get much opportunity to check out each other, but I watched closely when he walked to the bathroom.
When it got loud enough that we almost had to yell to talk I suggested we should go outside, I showed him the pool and hot tub and some of the other amenities. Carlo asked if I had a boat here I said yes, so we walked around to the far side. On the way around the harbor I stopped him and pointed downtown, "See the third building with red lights on the roof, third from the right? That's where I live." Then we finished the 1,000 foot walk to my boat.
Luckily, all my immediate neighbors were gone, so we sat in the dark on the back deck. After two hours of having to yell to be heard I asked him twice to lower his voice and explained that voices went rather far over water. We sat on the back deck and relaxed on the benches and talked about our lives and families. He seemed to be in no hurry to leave so I kept asking him questions.
When I asked how he was getting home, he said he drove I offered to let him sleep in the front cabin, and he agreed. Then I asked if he wanted to soak in the pool and I had shorts he could wear. He agreed to that too.
Carlo changed in the tiny sailboat bathroom, while he was in there I changed in the front bunk room.
We walked back to the pool and took off our shirts and got in the water. He dove off the walkway, I stepped off the edge and dropped straight down. Since the pool and hot tub were empty the deck lights were off, the only lights were one in the pool and one in the tub. They cast weird patterns on the block walls that surrounded the pools. The pool deck was walled-in but only half covered by a roof. The deep end of the pool and the hot tub could see the sky. The yacht club rented out the pool and bar for parties occasionally, it was partly covered in case it rained during the party. It also had a small platform for a live band and room for a buffet line and a small bar. Carlo saw the rules sign that said clothing was optional in the pools nightly from 11pm to 5am, that made him chuckle thinking most of the people here were over 55 years of age.
We slowly swam from side to side and had the entire pool area to ourselves, even the hot tub was empty which was unusual on a weekend.
There were two lights in the pool but one was out, the only pool light was in the shallow end. One corner of the deep end was dark, so we hung out there and talked about stuff like guys did on a first date but since we were talking softly we stayed close. I dropped below the water a few times to check out his body, which looked very nice and healthy. There was just enough light underwater to see him.
He was medium build but not a body builder, no washboard abs and only small chest muscles but his upper arms looked like they had strength. I saw he had a very nice wide hole for a belly button and nice puffed oval tits, like a lot of younger milk-fed Mexican (and Hispanic) boys had these days.
Some of the stuff he said led me to believe he was feeling a little horny and also sobering up too, after twenty minutes in the pool we got out and sat in the hot tub for about twenty more minutes. The hot tub was nice because he sat with his chest above water and the heat made his 'THO' go away, they un-crinkled and puffed back out nicely. I had a hard time not staring and keeping my hands off him.
After twenty minutes in 101 degree water we toweled off and walked back to Susan, with a pitstop in the men's room on the way. We used neighboring urinals but nobody peeked. We stood there side by side peeing and he said he liked the club, but the bar was very rowdy for having an older crowd. I told him he was probably the youngest person in the bar by at least ten years.
When we got back to Pier-K I showed him again how to climb up the steps into the back of the sailboat. We stepped over the side and down onto the deck and took off our shoes, left them by the ladder. I went to the door and unlocked it (the cabin door was in two pieces, one lifted, the other swung-in to open).
My back deck was very dark with a small amount of ambient light, Carlo followed me inside and went straight to the bathroom and put his nice shorts back on but our shirts were still carefully laid out on the sofa. I hung out wet suits outside on the canvas top frames, he followed and watched but neither of us put a shirt on because it was still rather hot and muggy outside.
We sat on opposite sides of the back deck, facing and talked for a while, we both drank more beer. It was too dark to see him well, what I could see was shades of gray.
When I asked if he was ready to call it a night he sighed and said yes, we went back in the cabin and I showed him his bed and turned down the sheets. I also brought him a thin blanket, two pillows, a bottle of water, and showed him how the toilet worked. I shut off all the lights except one over the stove and went to my bunk and stripped to my undies and went to sleep between the cool silky sheets. He wanted the bow hatch open for fresh air, but I closed the screen cover to keep out the bugs and the bats.
I climbed into my bunk and grabbed the extra pillow and hugged it against me. With my eyes closed I recalled how he looked in the hot tub and started to get turned on. Within a few minutes I was falling asleep.
Sunday Morning.
For breakfast I ordered four burritos and had to guess what he wanted so I ordered four different breakfast types, 2L of real orange juice, coffee, and hot sauce in small plastic cups. The food was delivered fast, I met the delivery guy outside the bar. Next, I woke up Carlo, we sat across the dinette table and had a great breakfast and used the toilet in the sailboat. Spending the night under the same roof but having nothing happen between us was new for me. Carlo seemed to give off 'don't touch' vibes last night but that could be his traditional Catholic upbringing.
After breakfast I said nothing about plans for today, I even changed my shirt in front of him into one of the new tank tops I got that was droopy so it showed more flesh. I liked to flash my tits at guys because some got turned on. I saw him glance at my chest several times. And I sat on the bench with my arms out to the sides and my head leaned way back so he could look at me if he wanted, I thought about just taking it off but I liked to tease a little.
We talked about our lives more but I avoided telling him what I actually did for a living. I said I was a database geek and spent most of my time reading, researching, and interviewing prospective customers for our firm. He told me about his parents and running the business as his dad slowly eased into retirement. He said they became US citizens when he was about two years old. He still had relatives scattered across Mexico but hadn't seen them in twenty+ years. Today, they were all slaves to the family business but made a decent living.
When I asked what his long term life plans were he said he had none for now, just keeping the business profitable and dealing with customer bullshit. I avoided discussing education and income. I noticed his upper arms looked somewhat developed but he was no bodybuilder, I think we probably weighed the same but I was a few inches taller.
I told Carlo we could take a short sailing cruise sometime and he sounded very interested. Eventually I was able to start asking him more personal questions.
"You seeing anyone?" Was my first personal question for him.
"Me? No! This is the first time I've been more than five miles from home in two months! It's hard when you run a business, I need to get out more. We live near the shop, they don't know about me. What about you?"
"Ahhhh. I had that problem too but it pretty much ended when I left for college. Sometimes it feels like I'm married to my job too. No, I'm not seeing anyone." I decided to not tell him my last 19 dates were with an older woman, as far as I knew we simply stopped calling each other a few months ago, but she still lived across the street.
"Sounds like we're in similar situations, but the truth is I'm stuck right where I am for now." He honestly answered.
"Stuck? Like how stuck is stuck?"
"Running the shop is all I know, ordering, payroll, customer service. Mom handles the money and schedules us. I'm afraid if I quit it would physically hurt my parents."
"Wow, sorry to hear that, so no long term life plans?" I asked hoping he might have some vision for maybe a decade from now.
"As long as Dad's the owner and I work there my life will stay pretty much the same. I get some weekends off, that's why I'm here. I'm kinda like their slave." For some reason I started to see him as a very sexy guy seated across the table from me and the only thing stopping us from having sex in the next few seconds was we were both being gentlemen, trying to make a good impression. I took that to be a good sign.
I told him my father died a few years ago and my Mom was in a memory care nursing home near Tallahassee and didn't recognize me anymore, other than that she was super healthy. I think my story hit a button in his head, he looked deep into my eyes with his dark eyes. I reached down and used the bottom of my tank top and pretended to wipe tears from my eyes. He softly mumbled that his father had memory problems too, but his gaze was stuck on the table while he said it. He mumbled that his father's dementia and the future of the business was not discussed at home, his parents were in denial, especially his mother. He said she spoke as if his dementia would go away soon, like seasonal allergies. Carlo added that his father's dementia got worse every month and he needed to see a specialist but his father denied he had a memory problem.
After some awkward quiet moments I asked him how the front bunk was to sleep on, I'd never been on it.
"It's great! The sheets were great too, super soft."
I got up and slid off the bench, pulled off my tank top and set it on the sofa and gestured for him to follow me to the front bunk he slept on last night. "I want to ask you something." I mumbled as he slid out of the dinette and followed me around the base of the aluminum mast and went inside the front bunk room.
We entered the front cabin and looked at the bunk, I pointed to it and asked, "Have you ever seen V-shaped fitted sheets?" I said standing with my back against the door frame.
"Yes, I have. Years ago my dad had a buddy that owned a boat with a cabin with a V-bunk in front that had fitted sheets. What about the company that built this, can't they help?"
"They went out of business in the nineties." I replied.
"I bet if you searched for RV bedding and sheets, don't most boats and RVs have odd size mattresses? Somebody's gotta make those."
He walked up to the bunk and started making the bed and fluffing the pillows.
"I'll ask around." He said still arranging the Buccaneer's Stadium blanket. I felt his desire building.
"You a runner too?" I asked.
"Uh huh, not every day, two or three times a week." He said with his gaze focused on my stomach after he sat on the bunk. Then he smiled and said that I had a Mexican tummy, I thanked him for the compliment and I felt my dick slowly start to inflate. I could see the turmoil on his face, he wanted to touch me but didn't want to risk pushing too far too fast. Then I thought: this is Sunday morning, our first date was Saturday evening.
"Did you sleep okay up here?" I asked again and he said it was fine, he even liked the rocking of the boat, but he was drunk so he could have slept on top of a wheel balancing machine!
I had no idea what it meant but we both chuckled at his joke.
I watched his eyes move up higher as he looked more closely at my tits, he smiled when he glanced at my eyes.
I asked him, "What?"
Carlo grinned again and mumbled that my tits were big. He said, "Mine stick out, they got pinched a lot when I was a kid, especially in high school. You get it too?" He asked and gestured at my chest.
"I saw yours in the pool, they're nice." I offered and his stare went back to my chest, I stood facing him so he could look all he wanted but I could feel his hunger, but for some reason he couldn't penetrate some invisible barrier. My dick inflated a little bit more, I felt it move in my shorts.
It felt like something was about to happen, so I told him mine were too flat to easily pinch but I got teased about 'em in the locker room, it got bad in 6th grade. I reached up and pinched my right tit a little to show him that they were too flat to easily pinch. When I pinched my tit I saw his ears turn red from embarrassment.
My brain told my mouth to tell Carlo to touch 'em but the words wouldn't come out. I glanced at his crotch but he didn't look turned on, not even a tiny wet spot.
Then I asked him, "Yours wired for pleasure?"
Carlo looked in my eyes as if he was trying to figure out what I meant, then he looked down at his chest and chuckled and admitted probably not as much as some guys. He said he knew he had big tits but what he liked most about them was letting people do what they wanted with 'em, but his most favorite sexual thing was getting a good old fashioned blow job. Then he added that not too many people did it right, and he never slept with a girl that came close.
I kind of sighed and said I'd had a few great blow jobs in my life but they were all done by guys. The number of blow jobs I've had wasn't very large. I told him I'd sort of given up on ever getting blown properly, all I hoped for was to get jerked off like I showed them.
"Ain't that the truth!" He said and reached down and itched his crotch, maybe moved it over a little.
"I almost prefer a good hand job, when you come in someone's mouth you don't get that feedback from seeing how far your semen went. To me how far it went was sort of a pleasure meter. That and some people had bitter semen and some just don't like dick in the mouth." I added.
Carlo smiled and added, "Some people gag too easily to do it."
"I've found that guys that won't eat raw oysters won't suck dick." I offered. That made him laugh, then he seemed lost in thought briefly and stared out the door into the cabin. He probably was thinking about if we ate oysters last night. Then he smiled again and his eyes came back to mine.
At that moment I was torn between diving on top of him and moving us back to the dinette where we could continue to do sex talk until one of us got horny enough to break through the barrier.
I asked him how a Mexican boy ended up circumcised and he said the doctor suggested it and his mom agreed, but he didn't remember when it happened. I told him I lost mine the day I was born. Then he looked at my crotch again and stared, so I asked him how long his got.
He held up his thumb and first finger to sort of demonstrate, "Uh maybe five or six inches, you?"
I told him I was about seven but wished it was five. He asked why so I explained when you were with people and you got hard a seven inch boner was impossible to hide. It was very embarrassing when I was at the age when boners just happened for no reason. That made Carlo laugh, then I laughed with him. But he kept staring at my crotch, so I got up the nerve and quietly asked him if he wanted to see it.
Carlo protested, "On the first date?"
"Technically, our first date was last night at the bar." His entire face lit up and he smiled and replied with, "That's right! That was yesterday!" His eyes went back to my shorts. Then he did something totally unexpected, he fell back on the bed, with his feet still on the floor. He unbuttoned his shorts and reached under his white briefs and moved his hand like he was trying to wake it up. I stood there a few feet away and watched him feeling like that invisible force field was about to collapse.
My brain told me he was going to give himself a boner so he could show me how long it got.
Then I stepped beside his leg and grabbed his t-shirt to pull it off over his head, he stopped and raised up so I could pull it off, then he went back to stroking his limp dick. I carefully laid his shirt on the sofa and went back to the bunk room doorway.
Carlo was on his back with his eyes closed stroking himself down his pants. I watched him for about ten seconds then stepped forward and sat beside him and looked closely at his lower belly. His pants spread wide and the hint of a few tiny black hairs that grew inches below his beautiful belly button. When he pulled his hand from his pants he looked hard.
He told me, "There, you want to see it, help yourself."
Carlo looked at me and smiled and put his hands behind his skull with his body clearly on display, which caused my dick to inflate rapidly. I saw his nips sticking up like two half-eggs, they begged me to lick 'em like a popsicle. Under his white briefs I saw a ridge and finally a small wet spot appeared.
It took me a few seconds to get the nerve but understood I had to move first. I set my palm on his lower belly and caressed his silky warm flesh. Then I slid my hand around and let one fingertip drop down inside his belly button and moved it around to stretch it and see how deep it went - to my second knuckle (2.3"). Slowly, I moved south under his waistband then a little further. His body shuddered and he took in a deep breath as I slowly inched further and further.
Finally my fingertips encountered pubes and eventually the side of his dick, I rubbed my fingertips in his bush, which felt trimmed-stubbly. Carlo remained silent as I went deeper, up and over his boner until it was totally in my grip, I closed my hand and held him. He took in a deep breath and let it out, his eyes still closed.
Let's be honest, when someone held your dick for the first time it was tremendously intimate. A man's dick was both electric and vulnerable so holding him was highly pleasurable and extremely intimate, like his last secret. Once you held his dick you could do almost anything else to his body.
After several seconds of holding him I pulled my hand out and stood up and got repositioned on my knees, close beside his right hip. Then I reached back down and held him again. My left hand slid around his stomach and slowly went up onto his chest where I gently squeezed and stretched out his puffy oval tits. Again, he took in a deep breath and let it out. The red flesh on his tits was super soft and felt like two big marshmallows.
While he remained silent with his eyes closed I leaned forward and licked his stomach over his belly button. I kissed a trail going up onto his chest and kissed his right tit then stuck out my tongue and slowly dragged it across his tit to taste it, again he breathed deeply and had a stressed look on his forehead.
I climbed off the bunk and gripped his waistband and gently wiggled his shorts and undies down a little until his dick and balls were free. I bent over and stroked him until he had several drops of pre-come on his head then I licked it off by dragging my tongue the entire length of his dick. His entire body flinched when I did that.
"You taste good." I said and used my hand to milk out a few more drops. I asked him if my work was okay and he nodded yes but never opened his eyes or spoke.
Next, I leaned over and took him in my mouth and teased the head between my tongue and the roof of my mouth, in a few seconds I tasted waves of salty goodness on my tongue. I quickly swallowed his salty droplets as I climbed partially on the bunk beside his hips. That gave me a little time to look closely at his dick and balls, his pubes and the rest of his belly.
With the head back between my lips I hand rubbed his shaft and piss slit, I micro-stroked him rapidly. He started to moan and flex the muscles in his thighs and butt. With two fingers I rubbed the flange around the head of his dick and his piss slit too, I did it very gently so it would be an extremely powerful and focused hand job. The very tip of his head was between my lips.
About thirty seconds later he mumbled that he was about to come, but I didn't change a thing I was doing, I wanted him to produce milk for me.
He started to tighten up, his butt lifted off the mattress as he pushed himself higher off the bed, that's when it started. With each spurt he grunted as he shoved his hips upward again and again. After about four spurts he relaxed and panted, his dick immediately started to turn soft and return to its normal size. I held it up and milked the last drops and licked each one off the head. It seemed his dick was ultra super sensitive after he came so I touched it very lightly then gently laid it down on his belly, like an uncooked bratwurst that was just filled.
Before I got up I leaned forward and licked inside his belly button twice then stood back against the wall while he wiped the sweat off his forehead and smiled at me with his dick laid across his belly. Now, I knew his biggest secret. I knew what he tasted like, and how he liked his dick worked.
I admired his hairless silky brown skin, in that position with his tits all puffed up and hormonal his front side briefly looked like a young girl. I stepped to the side to give him space. After several moments of silence he stood up and pulled his clothes up and buttoned them.
"You're good at that." He mumbled as he looked down and closed his shorts.
"Thanks." I replied with a tone of self confidence like I heard that comment before.
"Anytime you want more..." He offered at a whisper. I wanted to say 'every day' but decided not to. I felt his comment wasn't in search of a reply.
He pushed past me and walked out to the cabin and got his water bottle and quickly drank the rest of it, then held it up as if to ask where to put it, I pointed to a grocery bag hanging on a lower kitchen cabinet knob. He deposited it then loudly said, "Wow!" Then ran his fingers through his hair and smiled at me with a look of someone that just had an unusually strong orgasm. Then he asked, "You swallowed that?" I smiled and nodded yes, "Uh huh."
He looked stunned by what must have been a much stronger orgasm than he expected. Then he tried to re-arrange his hair again with his hands, laughed and said, "Now that's what I call an extremely good old fashioned blow job." Then he chuckled again and seemed almost too emotional to talk.
I asked him if he needed a smoke but he glanced at me again and chuckled uncomfortably.
I took a seat at the dinette where we ate breakfast. He wiped the sweat off his forehead again then stood there looking like he was still speechless he pulled his t-shirt on and sat back down on the other side.
"What time is it?" He asked looking around to see if I had a clock in the cabin.
I spun my cell around on the table and touched it, "9:46am."
"Cool." Then he slid off the bench and walked back in the corner and looked around the cabin and said, "This place is pretty opulent, ain't it?"
I assumed he meant it looked expensive inside, when he looked at me I shrugged my shoulders and nodded yes, "When it was new this boat was pretty expensive, it was kind of like a small floating mansion but on the outside it's just another nice sailboat in the harbor."
"So you sleep here?" He said pointing to the captain's bunk. "Yep, but I may start using the front bunk because it's longer and has better air flow."
"How often you come here?" He asked.
"Oh, maybe two weekends a month, depends on my work schedule."
He turned towards the captain's desk and looked at the two-way radios and the maps, he leaned forward and pointed at one of the radios and asked me what it was.
Then I asked him, "Carlo, you seem upset, you got a look on your face like you got something to say." I surprised myself that I was that direct with him, when I was trying to not do that.
He looked away from the desk at me and smiled, nearly laughed and asked if it was obvious. I told him, :"Something's wrong it's written all over your face."
He ran his fingers through his hair again and looked at me, sighed, and told me that was possibly the strongest orgasm he'd ever had in his life. "I don't know what you did but that was so strong my balls are kinda sore." He said with a smile as he reached down inside his shorts and re-adjusted his dick and balls and smiled at me.
"Sorry for that, but I try my best. I'm glad you liked it. I should admit that I really like sucking dick." Carlo's reply was short and to the point, "I'm glad to hear that. Say, what kind of maps are these?" He asked as he pulled out the new marine map I brought to the boat.
I got to my feet and walked over to the desk and unrolled my new map of Tampa Bay and we stared at it for a time, while he looked at it I told him Tampa Bay was much shallower than I realized, but it had channels dredged for big ships, and they had buoys showing exactly where the channel edges sat. The contour of the bay was clearly visible on the map, so were the ship channels.
I leaned over and pointed to this harbor and the surrounding commercial piers and showed him where the Coast Guard ships parked, we saw them all lit up last night.
As I pointed to stuff he stepped closer and put his hand on my back and rubbed side to side, then he lowered his hand outside my shorts and slid it down onto my butt cheek.
I pointed to downtown Saint Pete on the map and told him I had a small apartment there. Then I asked Carlo where he lived but he ignored my question. While we looked at the map he gently squeezed my butt cheek while I acted like nothing was going on.
I turned on the marine radio and rotated the knob to show him how the display on the radio matched the one on the map, 156.450mhz and said that was the marine channel in this area, but nobody was talking at the moment.
While I did that he stepped close behind me and reached around front and pushed his hand down my shorts and went straight for my dick and held me firmly and slid his thumb firmly side to side across the head, that made my entire body twitch like a jolt of electricity. I tried to explain stuff on the map but every time his thumb hit the right spot on my dick it made my entire body flinch. He leaned his head forward and briefly touched his lips to my shoulder like he wanted to kiss me.
His other hand landed on my belly and rubbed my hole then slid up to my chest and felt for my tit then rubbed his fingertips all over it. He tried to pinch and stretch it out but he pulled too hard at first. I whispered to him, "Gentle, they're sensitive."
Carlo pulled his hands back and turned me around he pressed his face into my chest and firmly dragged his tongue across my tit several times while his hands opened my shorts, they fell to my ankles instantly.
Then he dropped down, paused to taste my stomach then went straight for my dick and took half of it in his mouth and held it motionless for a time. I started to mentally melt as he got on his knees and I was leaned back against the edge of the captain's desk.
He finally let go and pulled off it with a loud slurp. He gripped it tightly and rubbed his thumb all over the head of my dick, I'm sure I was leaking profusely. He mumbled, "You taste good too." Then he stroked me fast and tight. I immediately started to feel an orgasm building in my groin so I warned him it was coming soon (he'd only been working it for about twenty seconds when I felt it start). I was super horny at the moment and probably could have come immediately.
In the final seconds I warned him again and tensed my leg muscles and sort of rose up on my tip-toes, he took me back in his mouth and seconds later that powerful wave of pleasure surged all over my body then concentrated at the end of my dick as the first shot burst into his mouth.
With teeth clenched I grunted with each shot and pushed my hips forward a little each time. After it ended I leaned back to pull it from his mouth. I shoved my hands into his arm pits and literally lifted him to his feet and smashed my mouth into his and we shared my semen between our mouths, with a long full-tongue kiss that I won't soon forget.
'Oh thank God, he's a good kisser!' I thought to myself. For a time we stood holding each other, our mouths aligned and tongues pressed together, but we held perfectly still like we didn't want it to end. Carlo hummed faintly into my mouth. He slid his hands up behind my head so I couldn't back off until he let go.
Then I felt him move semen from his tongue and scrape it off on my upper teeth, then I had a wad of goo in my mouth. We pulled apart and smiled, then in unison we both said, "That tastes good," then we laughed. I'd never had someone move my semen into my mouth before.
When we pulled apart I got a water out of the cooler and handed it to him, he guzzled half of it and handed it back then I drank the rest and dropped it in the bag. When I started to pull up my shorts he told me to STOP! Carlo walked over and carefully positioned my half limp dick against my belly then carefully pulled up and closed my shorts for me. Nobody's ever done that for me before, when it was done he reached back down my pants to reposition it again and asked if that was comfortable, like he was putting it to bed.
We sat back in the booth, he said he liked meeting here because the parking lot was fenced and hidden from the street so none of their employees or his parents could find his car and ask questions he didn't want to answer.
I asked anyway, "Your parents don't know you fuck boys?"
He stared at me as if deciding how to answer then said, "I've never formally came out to my family, but she's seen my porn and overheard phone calls, and I'm sure she's looked through my cell a hundred times, but it's not official. Like Dad's dementia she's in denial about me being gay too. I think it seriously violates their morals."
I'd seen this scenario before in estate proceedings: He's an only child but his parents are very offended by his sexuality so they kept him around to work but planned to give the estate to the church because of his preference for boys. I didn't say anything to him about it and won't unless he asked, but I am also not a probate attorney.
We programmed our info into each other's cells. When he programmed me into his cell he reached across the table and took a very close-up shot of my left tit to be the image. I twisted slightly to aim it towards him. Nobody had ever taken a close-up picture of my tit before (not even me). He said he was going to add facial features to my titty shot. We laughed, I asked him to text me a copy after it was done. I'd seen faces drawn on dicks before but never on nipples!
At 12:45pm we walked to his car, I watched him drive off in his Chevy Impala. Then I drove over to Target and got more of the stuff on my list and took several of the boxes I had delivered out of my trunk, like the 0.8 cubic foot microwave oven, towels, bathroom gear, coffee stuff, and a very expensive marine walkie-talkie. I had no idea how to program it but the dealer said they would set it up for me and I could download free software from their web site.
While I pushed the cart down the aisles at Target I became aware of a slightly strange sensation on the skin of my dick and my right nipple, probably from Carlo's dried saliva, and maybe a little from his rough handling too.
In town I picked up the shotgun and a pack of lighters and finally found replacement propane tanks for the galley stove. The problem I felt bringing all this stuff to the boat was it was visible to my neighbors, they were people I didn't really know much about. I fastened an old NFL stadium blanket around the insides of my wheeled shopping basket to help hide was going on-board.
I felt quiet and peaceful the rest of the day. The image of Carlo's belly button and the flavor of his dick were with me the rest of the day. His dick was the perfect size for sucking, he wasn't huge but he had a great fullness and rubbery feel that made it great to rub his head all over my face and back and forth across my lips. I bet I spent five minutes just kissing the head. His dick was truly irresistible and memorable too. I needed a photo of it for my computer and one of his belly button and his nips too. My best estimate of his rod was he had a five and a half inch boner that was rather thick too.
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