Date: Tue, 29 Sep 2015 17:50:33 -0400
From: DavidoPSL@aol.com
Subject: My Brown Eyed Boy

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.

I welcome your comments, whether positive or negative and will respond to
each and every one.

You may direct your comments to DavidoPSL@aol.com

Should you contact me by e-mail, please put "My Brown Eyed Boy" in the
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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.