Date: Sun, 05 Jun 2005 23:01:13 +0000
From: Hamish Ross <hamish_alt@hotmail.com>
Subject: Afloat

	I woke up after a small wave slapped against the side of the boat's
hull.  As the last remnants of my sleep ebbed away, the intense emotions of
the last few hours flooded back. Overwhelmed, I simply lay, looking up
through the open fore hatch at the faint whisper of clouds as they rocked
back and forth, and relished the caress of the gentle breeze on my naked
body.

Looking down, I noticed the shining evidence of our love making lay tangled
in the cropped hairs of my groin, trailed a course over my stomach and
fading to oblivion somewhere on my chest. I felt small, barely perceptible,
rivulets that flowed down the valley of my inner thigh and now teased my
behind. I wasn't sure whether Simon had fucked me, but such concerns were
academic now. I had cheated. WE had cheated.

I tried to beat down the guilt. At 36, I've been an attorney for six odd
years, and it amazes me at how easily I can form an argument of
justification: -- I had no intention of leaving my wife and family. Our
relationship was stronger than ever. Simon was in entirely the same
boat. [I smiled inwardly at the pun]. Other than this, we were both
monogamous, clean and disease free. We weren't purring others at risk. This
was a part of who we were and life only came by once. Was it so wrong to
deny a part of your sexual self? -- The argument was bullshit, of course,
and for a moment I really didn't like myself.

I, worked for a firm, and I guess I felt a little in awe of Simon. He had
his own legal practice. He also had politically aspirations and played an
active role in his town and on local boards. I, on the other hand, did
not. That said, however, Simon never once made me feel the lesser, other
than occasionally chiding that I worked too hard.

After a while, I pulled myself up, slid out of the forecabin and walked
through the boat. I was nervous to see him. Climbing the companionway I saw
him laid out on the port lazerette reading a book, his head propped on a
cushion against the bulkhead.  Somewhat pathetically and instinctively, I
tried briefly tried to suck in my stomach and puff out my chest. I failed
miserably at both.

Simon sat up, but did not try and hide his nudity. I took a seat on the
opposite lazerette and took in all of his body. The curves, the muscular
angles, the strength and masculinity, and thought to myself how lucky
Simon's wife was to be able to wrap herself in the comfort of that body
each night.

I continued to look at Simon and then, attempting to be flippant and cute
at the same time, summed up the last few hours with an understated "wow".

"Wow indeed" Simon smiled back.

Instantly I released a torrent of babble about "guilt", "excitement",
"feeling right", "love", "deception", "paranoia" and "excitement"...

Simon looking comically stern and paternal at the same time, swiftly swung
his legs around and turned to face me. His strong legs were now either side
of me.

I registered something Simon said about "being OK...same way...." but lost
the rest after his flawless foot grazed mine. I felt childish and small as
that simple contact caused electricity to course through my body with an
intensity that made me feel dizzy.

	Without thought or direction I watched, detached, as my left hand
dropped to Simon's knee and started an upwards journey, mapping the taut
contours of his muscles. I moved Simon's legs further apart and then, with
my fingers spread wide, placed my right hand on his chest and gently
pushed, motioning him to return to the position in which I had found him.

Simon lay down, draping one leg over the edge of the boat and the other
into the cockpit. I moved myself towards the stern of the boat and lay,
somewhat uncomfortably, on my chest. My head fell towards Simon's
gorgeously flaccid cock. It lay pointing towards his feet and I kissed the
smooth skin, raining kisses along the length of the curve before landing
amongst his tight musky curls. I kissed down the edge of the triangle until
I reached the ridges and valleys of his tight balls. Driven, I continued
down and across until Simon's masculinity lay on either side of my nose. I
planted a kiss on the smooth skin that lay between, the balls and his
ass. I wondered if his wife knew the incredible value that this small patch
of sexual real estate held. My tongue snaked daringly south before I began
to rise, trailing kiss after kiss as I followed the line of his tight
sac. Blood began to course into Simons shaft and he rose in a slow majestic
movement.

	I kissed along the underside and then slid my mouth easily over the
dark head. I swirled my tongue and squeezed a tiny drop of pre-cum from his
slit using the very tip of my tongue. The intense explosion of flavor that
came from it caused bizarre thoughts of Chinese food and MSG to tickertape
through my mind.

Simons groan shocked me back to reality and I vowed to concentrate.

He was now iron hard, but despite this his cock seemed to ripple and pulse
with life. It felt like ever inch of his flesh, ever cell, was shouting to
my very soul.  Occasionally I would look up over the tight stomach and
rippled abdomen to watch his face. He was oblivious, with eyes closed, lips
drawn back and mouth slightly open.

I remember thinking that he looked serene and elegant. His chiseled
features and serious nature were gone. He looked, quite simply - real.

My aim was to make Simon cum. Nothing else existed. The Coast Guard could
pull up alongside with my wife, friends and work colleagues as the boarding
party, but I would not be able to stop.

What I didn't realize is just how quickly I would manage to achieve that
goal. His body tightened, his balls rushed inside and he opened his eyes
wide. He looked scared and I felt incredibly close to him, wanting to
console him and stroke his head. I briefly wondered if I was in love with
him. But right now I was something else.  Right now I was a cocksucker and
I remained in place.

His warmth poured into my mouth, swirled over my tongue, and cascaded over
my teeth. In this moment, he was mine. We existed as a single sexual
body. I came too.

As Simon began to fade, I gently sucked. He was sensitive but I wanted all
of him. Every ounce of his salty essence.

My head lay on his thigh and I eventually let him go.  I had just witnessed
the most erotic moment of my life.

But this was to be short lived. Later, as I swam in the warm clear waters,
He swam over to me, touched me and looked into my eyes.

"Lets go".

I swam after him and watched his beautiful ass from below as he climbed the
ladder. Nearing the top, he turned, and reached out his hand, his body
profiled against the blue sky and he said words that changed me:

"Peter... please fuck me".