Written by David Anthony of Port St Lucie, Florida
This is a true story. It's contents have relation to my own life. My style of writing begins each chapter with whatever happens to be going on in my life that particular day, or that particular moment. Then the following paragraphs drift back to a time period in my life which actually took place over two decades ago. Each and every chapter will have the same style of writing. This sheds just a little light on my current life as well as my younger days and gives my readers a glimpse of who I was and who I've become! Trust me, my life is not that interesting and perhaps it is not worthy of documenting on paper! But I enjoy writing, so just take a deep breath, sit back, put your feet up and begin reading! Understood?
About me: I am a 55 year old masculine bi male, divorced on good terms and have two young adult children. My ex-wife and both kids are very comfortable and well adjusted with my sexuality. I hale from a very large Italian family and I am the third youngest in a family of 8 kids. All of my siblings are straight as far as I know, but each one of them is comfortable with my sexuality as well. I was born and raised in Boston and have relocated to Florida to enjoy the good life while I enjoy a very fortunate early retirement.
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My Brown Eyed Boy
The sun is beaming and the sky is deep blue, reflecting off the Majestic St Lucie River on Florida's Treasure Coast this morning. I'm soaking up the tranquility as I sit here on my cabin cruiser writing. I'm typing away on my keyboard and enjoying nature on the water. It's September 28, 2015 and I don't miss Boston's chilly fall weather a bit. Nothing beats the year round boating season I have come to enjoy since relocating to Florida six years ago. I'm docked at the marina today because Jeremy is arriving soon to do some repairs on the yacht. I'm enjoying the beautiful weather as well as the solitude of being alone on the water. It's my favorite place to be. My boat is my escape from the world. The marina is a get-away I look forward to every weekend. My weekend generally starts Friday night and ends Monday morning. By extending it that way I usually get 3 nights aboard. Those extended weekends aboard re-charge my batteries for the next week which is always fast approaching. At the moment I'm enjoying my tall iced coffee and my toasted bagel with cream cheese as I do every morning. Yes, I'm a creature of habit and life is good!
It's about 10:30 AM and Jeremy just arrived. He knocked on the window of the upper cabin and with his typical boyish charm he asked for permission to come aboard. I welcomed him aboard while he slipped his white Nike sneakers off, leaving his feet clad in low, black "no show" socks as he entered. He was scheduled today to install a new bilge pump in the cabin below decks. I'm hoping repairs are not overly costly today. The joys of owning a boat, we boat owners are always spending money on marine mechanics! But today I'll be enjoying Jeremy's wonderful display of his beautiful boyish body while working on board. He'll never be the wiser as I am always careful to be discrete about it. We shook hands as he came aboard and I offered him a cold bottled water. After some small talk he said he might as well get to work on my floating cottage! Jeremy is a cute guy, he's 25 years old, straight and married, he's a young father with one child. His dad is a member at the same marina I am. His boat is just three slips away from mine. My boat is docked at slip 27 while Dave's is docked at slip 31. After Jeremy's High School Graduation Dave enrolled him at a highly respected marine mechanical trade school on the West Coast of Florida. We all live on the East Coast. The Atlantic waters are my preference over the Gulf waters on the West Coast. In my opinion the East Coast of Florida is far superior. Many may dispute that, but we can agree to disagree. Dave set Jeremy up well with a good career ahead of himself. Anything related to boating is always a premium price. In fact, if it's for a boat it is always two to three times more costly than any car or truck would be for parts or labor. His education would surely give him a good life. Jeremy makes very good money at the Sea Ray dealership in the next town over. But he makes better money at $75. per hour doing side work at all the local marinas. That's how I was introduced to Jeremy, by his dad. Since that first introduction I now use him for all my marine repairs. I used to use an old retired sea captain by the name of Walter. He's an excellent marine mechanic too, but he's a bit slow now due to his age. He's pushing 75 now. He's a nice old man who's boat is right next door to mine at slip 28. Walter has become a good friend, but we'll talk more about him later. Most of the boat owners at my marina also own homes locally where they reside. However 15 or so happen to live aboard 7 days a week, 365 days a year on their boats. It's not the sort of life I would want. I prefer owning my home and making my boat nothing more than my favorite get away. I think being here more than that would spoil the experience of being aboard, it would not provide the same kind of enjoyment I gain from it and am accustomed to.
To say that Jeremy is eye candy is definitely an understatement. He's laying on his belly inside the aft cabin this very moment. From my current vantage point at the dining table, I'm having difficulty keeping my eyes off him. He's in there installing the new bilge pump. The aft cabin is kind of tight quarters so he's laying inside working and he's re-positioning himself constantly. I must say that from my vantage point, if I didn't know he's here doing repairs I'd swear he was getting ready for some sex, teasing me in preparation! He's got red cargo shorts on and a black t-shirt. He left his sneakers on the upper deck so as not to scratch the hardwood floors in the lower cabin. It's respectful to remove your shoes when boarding somebodies boat, we all do it if we're true sailors! We have a love for the water and a respect for others vessels. Boaters are respectful to other boaters and it's always typical to get a helping hand from one boater to another. It's just part of the boating life. Cocktails seem to be poured frequently among most marinas as well! It's common with the boating life. As for me though, I'm a light social drinker.
At the moment, Jeremy's current bodily position affords me a great view of his tight smooth torso as his t-shirt rides up his belly. What a delicious looking, tanned, hairless abdomen this boy has. As my eyes proceed downward, my field of vision meets with the waist band of his sexy red plaid boxer briefs. As my eyes continue their decent I stumble upon his red cargo shorts which so perfectly present that beautiful ass. His bubble butt fills his cargo shorts with perfection. That beautiful sight prepares me to move further down the full length of his beautiful long legs which are covered in short blond hair. His calf muscles are picture perfect. That tantalizing vision leads me to his cute little feet which are clad in his black "no show" socks as I mentioned earlier. The upper part of his body, from his lower torso to his head are not exposed to my view at all, as they are behind the aft cabin wall as he works. This is very convenient for me because he can't see me checking him out from torso to toe! His current field of vision does not include me or any part of this end of the cabin whatsoever. I sit here with an erection throbbing in my shorts and have strong desires of unzipping my shorts and jerking off as he works. I dismiss that thought though, so as not to be seen. He has no idea I'm bi and I would never want to disrespect the business relationship he and I have, nor would I want to risk losing him as my mechanic if by any chance he was homophobic. Knowing his sweet personality, I doubt he is though. What a shame this boy is straight!
This very moment I am thoroughly enjoying my silent fantasy of peeling his clothes totally off. Nothing wrong with a little bit of fantasy in my life! As I sit here typing, I continually glance in his direction to take in the the raw boyish beauty of it all. I would be in heaven if I could slip into the aft cabin and climb up on top of him right now. I would ravage the boy with every last carnal desire I have. Damn I hate the sexual restraints we must place on ourselves to simply fit into society without going to prison! If I had the opportunity I would peel every stitch of clothing off this boy and lick him from his toes all the way to his ears. I would savor the taste of every square inch of his smooth boyish flesh. After giving him a tongue bath I would suck him off for an hour or so. I'd give a great deal of attention to his rock hard cock. I'd proceed to give him a long slow sloppy wet blowjob, I'd lick his balls and take his sack in my mouth and suck on it gently. I'd take one ball in my mouth, then I'd gently take the second one in. Once having achieved all that, I would flip this cute boy over and rim his cute little ass for a while to get his butt begging for me to take care of it. While he moaned in ecstasy I'd put his long legs up over my shoulders and slide my big dick deep inside him. I'd fuck him gently and sensually for a while and then I'd plow him deep and hard. I'd mix it up like that for the duration and edge him ever so slowly to multiple orgasms. I'd flip that boy and toss him around into every position I could think of and then I'd make up a few new positions nobody's ever heard of! It would be several hours of skin to skin action. I'd lick and stroke and suck every inch of his dick until he busted another load. Then I'd swing his cute little body around to the 69 position. I'd feed the boy his first cock and we would go to town on those cocks. He'd be loving his very first dick.! We'd edge each other to the next load and bust in each others mouths. Then we'd kiss and make out and pass the remaining cum that was in our mouths to each others mouth. Nothing beats a hot snoball with a hot boy after a hot 69. I'd make that straight boy Jeremy that arrived become a bi boy Jeremy as he left today. His transformation would be a work of art by me! It would be worthy of 5 stars.
That little fantasy came to an abrupt end as Jeremy slid back out of the aft cabin, completely dressed, telling me he finished up the installation of the bilge pump. I'm not sure if he noticed the bulge in my shorts, but he might have. I noticed him glance downward toward my feet while we were talking. Perhaps the bulge caught his attention. In some odd way I kind of hope he did! Of this I am certain though, Jeremy had no clue of the amazing sex he an I just had in my imagination. He had no idea that we spent a couple naked hours together. He certainly had no idea that we finished up busting our final loads in each others mouths and then snoballin each other! Damn that kid is good in bed! Sometimes I wish my fantasies could become realities.
Jeremy wrote up an invoice and handed it to me. I wrote a check to him for $322.50 which included parts and labor. I would have loved to offer him some head as a tip, but my second thought was that it was probably a BAD idea to make the offer! He told me to give him a call or text if there were any other problems or issues. I told him to be sure to say hello to his dad. Jeremy proceeded to step off the boat, drop his white Nike's to the dock and slip them on each foot. He smiled his adorable smile, shook my hand, thanked me and proceeded to walk down the dock to the parking lot. I miss him already!
I spent the rest of the day at the marina writing this very first chapter of "My Brown Eyed Boy" It's now about 5:00 PM, the sunny blue skies have turned to dark overcast skies. We're getting thunder in the distance and it's beginning to rain. My marine radio is reporting heavy torrential rain fall with heavy thunder and lightning for the rest of the evening, with a small craft advisory. Now although I love the typical Florida boating weather of blue skies and sunshine like this morning, I absolutely love this kind of weather even more. I always find it so peaceful. The more torrential the rain fall the better, especially when I'm on the boat. I love this shit! I hope it rains hard all night long.
So that was the excitement of my late morning and early afternoon at the marina today. I wish every day had such pleasures aboard my yacht. I'm extending my weekend one more night on the boat tonight. Then tomorrow night I'll be getting home to spend the evening with my babe, Jimmy. I'll certainly be sure to give him all the dirty details of this morning's fantasy with Jeremy. He's met Jeremy a few times. He thinks he's a very hot boy too. We'd both invite a threesome with Jeremy any time whatsoever! I suspect this morning's fantasy is going to get Jimmy all hot and bothered when I give him all the dirty details. I suspect tomorrow evening Jimmy just might be messing around with Jeremy in his imagination rather than me! And I might be as well, rather than with him! Either way, I'm sure the sex will be hot as hell between Jimmy and I. It always is for us. We've been together five years now. He's twenty five years my junior. Yes, as you can see, I'm into younger guys!
Well, enough about the present, let's move on to the past. Turning the clock back twenty three years places me in a very different place emotionally, geographically, financially and in every other way imaginable. In many ways it seems like a different life and a different person. I was living in a small suburb of Boston, Massachusetts. I grew up and spent the first 24 years of my life in the town of Braintree. It was just fifteen minutes south of Boston Proper. At this time though, at the age of 31, I was living on Cape Cod with my wife and two kids. We lived in Centerville, Massachusetts. Our home was just minutes from the Kennedy Compound. Senator Robert Kennedy was still alive at the time. He and his family spent a great deal of time at the family compound and happened to be members of the same Catholic Parish as we we were. Occasionally we would see him and his family at Sunday Mass.
I was self employed and did a great deal of driving from the suburbs of Boston's South Shore all the way to the tip of Cape Cod, where the land ends in Provincetown, Massachusetts! My business brought me to all the cities and towns in that geographic area. It's one of the most beautiful areas in our nation . It was certainly the most beautiful area of New England. The cape was a great place to call home and a wonderful place to raise my children. I'm a proud Bostonian, a loyal Red Sox fan and now a transplant to Florida. I love living here in Florida, but my heart will always be in Boston.
So one early spring day in March of 1991, I was working on the South Shore. It was a beautiful sunny day. It was brisk with a slight chill in the air. I finished up early in the day and decided to go to the mall. There's a beautiful mall in Braintree. It goes by the infamous name of "The South Shore Plaza." It's a very nice, up scale shopping mall located in an affluent town. It was the same town I grew up in. I parked my company truck on the North side of the mall. Locked it up and went inside. I figured I'd do some window shopping and some people watching and then maybe get a bite to eat. The mall was always a great place for all three activities.
I had no idea on the way into the mall that day that my life would be forever changed when I left the mall that same day. I had no idea that my life would be turned upside down and inside out. That day my life would take an entirely different path than I had ever expected or thought possible. The coarse of my life had been forever changed. That day proved to be far more eventful than just some window shopping, some people watching and a bite to eat. As it turns out I never accomplished any one of those intentions.
Truly, I'll never forget what happened that day as long as I live. As I look back over my shoulder 24 years, I still can remember every detail as if it were yesterday. I doubt Stephen will ever forget that day as long as he lives either. And I'd bet he still remembers every detail as if it were yesterday as well. I was strolling down the center of the mall enjoying the sights and sounds of this awesome place. It's always so alive with energy. Thousands of people, the hustle and bustle never ceasing until nightfall. There was never a dull moment at the South Shore Plaza and the atmosphere is always so pleasant and up-beat. Physically I'm certainly no model, but I consider myself attractive. I'm hit on often by men and women, so I must be I guess. I would definitely not consider myself conceited though. I don't take credit for looks. That's nothing short of a gift from God. The mall was always a great place for people to flirt with, it happened often. I love flirtation. It gets me going every time! There's no such thing as too much of it in my book!
As I was walking past one of my favorite stores, Crate & Barrel, my field of vision was set toward Filene's, it was an anchor store at one end of the mall that competed with another anchor store at the opposite end of the mall, Jordan Marsh. In later years Filene's was bought out by Lord & Taylor and Jordan Marsh was bought out by Macy's. This particular day as I strolled toward Filene's my eye was drawn to a boy who was about 250 feet ahead of me. Due to the distance I could not see him clearly but I could see that he seemed young and for some reason he was drawing my attention. He was walking in the direction toward Jordan Marsh as I was walking in the direction toward Filene's. Each step he and I took we drew closer. Each step we took I saw clearer and clearer how cute this boy was.
From 250 feet away I only wondered whether he was attractive or not, each step closer I was growing convinced that indeed he was. At a distance of approximately 40 to 50 feet apart our eyes met and the eye contact was intense. Each step closer our eye contact grew more and more intense and remained in tact. Our eye contact never ceased or broke with each step forward. Every step we took, my heart rate increased a bit. At the point where we found ourselves about 20 feet apart our eye contact was still 1:1 locked and burning right through one another, it was so strong and intense. Each step we took we got closer and closer until the next step we took we were next to one another. Then the next one we were passing one another and then the next we were behind one another. I couldn't help feeling ever so deeply like a missed opportunity had just occurred for some dd reason.
All he was a total stranger after all, nothing more than a total stranger I walked past in the mall, no more than a nameless face. So why did this deep emotion off loss came over me so abruptly? I couldn't stop thinking that this kid was so damn adorable. I guessed his age to be about 21, maybe 22. He was just so damn cute and I wished I had said hello to him as we passed one another. Thoughts raced through my mind. It wasn't like me at all. I have a very outgoing personality and never have difficulty sparking up a conversation with anybody. I wondered who this boy was and where he was from. I wondered what he was like and what was his story was. Everybody has a story, I wondered what his was. I had this undeniable thirst to know for some odd reason. It felt like it was meant to be for some crazy reason. I continued walking toward Filene's as my thoughts raced. I took about 10 or 12 more steps since the one that we passed one another. I couldn't dismiss his eye contact in my mind as I continued walking. As I turned to look over my shoulder to get one last look from behind I couldn't help noticing that he was doing the very same thing at the very same time. At this point we were approximately 20 to 30 feet apart in the opposite direction now. I turned back forward and continued walking toward Filene's and after about 10 more steps I stopped to look over my shoulder again to get a final glance of him. To my surprise he was doing the very same thing at the very same time again. We both stopped where we were at a distance of approximately 40 to 50 feet apart. As I stood there looking at him my heart rate increased and the seconds felt like minutes. As we both paused and looked at one another from that distance it felt like we were on a movie set shooting a scene. The eye contact was still intense and I didn't know what to do. I was wondering if he didn't know what to do either. That mutual stare remained for about a half minute. It was the longest half minute I had ever experienced feeling my heart beat like that. I'm not the type of guy who grows nervous easily, but at that very minute I didn't know what the hell to do. I turned back toward Filene's and continued walking.
I couldn't get the vision of this kids big beautiful brown eyes out of my mind, time seemed to speed up and then time seemed to stop for a minute. At about ten steps further I turned to look over my shoulder and saw him walking toward Jordan Marsh still. I stood there for a moment watching him get further away in the opposite direction. I felt a heaviness in my heart that wreaked with the sensation of having experienced a missed opportunity. I had no idea what the hell kind of opportunity that might have been, but none the less I could not deny that emotion of loss. A loss of something I didn't even understand or recognize. As I stood there feeling this odd emotion, the cute boy stopped walking for a moment at about 100 foot distance from me now. He looked over his shoulder once again, for the third time since we had passed, only to see that I was doing the same. Time seemed to stop once again as we both stood there 100 feet apart in the middle of the mall for no logical or apparent reason whatsoever.