Date: Sun, 16 Jul 2000 04:06:43 EDT
From: Oblvius@aol.com
Subject: Gay/Encounters/A Sailing Encounter

A Sailing Encounter

    I'd decided to go sailing for the weekend.  I don't usually sail by
myself but, having decided to go at the last minute, I couldn't find any crew
to accompany me.  It would be nice to have a couple of days on my own anyway.
 My yacht is 47' in length but it's pretty easy to single hand due to a good
bit of automation on board.

    By the end of a fantastic and breezy day, I anchored on Worton Creek on
the northern Chesapeake Bay.  It was a hot day and I'd had an exhausting sail
up from Annapolis.  There were about twenty other boats anchored on the creek
already.  After stowing the sails, I hopped below to throw on my suit for a
quick swim to cool off.  The water was really refreshing and I swam around
for a half hour or so.

    When I climbed back aboard to towel off, gazing around the anchorage, I
noticed a few more boats had arrived.  There was one in particular that
caught my eye.  A J-Boat, about 35 feet in length had pulled in about 100
yards off to starboard.  There was a guy sitting in the cockpit looking out
over the anchorage with a pair of binoculars.  He was sitting low in the
cockpit and I really couldn't make out much in the way of his features.  But
when his gaze made it around to my direction I stared right back at him.  He
immediately dropped the glasses as if I'd caught him looking at me.

    I went below, retrieving my own binoculars, and returned to the cockpit
to give him a look.  Nonchalantly, I made my way around the anchorage,
finally ending up on the J-Boat and it's single occupant.  Wow, what a sight.
 About 30, with black hair and a dark tan, I could see his 5-o'clock shadow
even from my vantage point.  He was wearing a white tank top and dark navy
blue swim trunks, boxer style.  I could see his hairy chest and legs clearly.
 I felt my cock begin to stir.

    After what seemed an eternity, he looked my way, raised his binoculars
again, and our eyes locked.  I saw the white teeth of a grin so, feeling
bold, I waved.  He returned the wave immediately.

    Then, setting down the binoculars, my mystery man stood up, shed his
shirt and dove in the water.  He swam right over to me with powerful strokes.

    "Hi there!  Nice boat!" were his first words to me when he arrived.

    "Thanks, it's brought me a lot of pleasure over the years."

    "That's what it's all about, huh?" was his reply.

    "Would you like to come aboard for a look-see?"

    His grin returned.  "I couldn't but thanks.  I don't want to impose."  I
saw you looking over at my boat and, since I was admiring yours as well, I
thought we might as well meet.  I don't want to interrupt your evening.  I
assume your wife's below?"

    "Nope. No wife.  Not attached at present.  Please, hop up for a visit.
I'll grab you a towel and a cold beer."

    "I'm on my own this weekend too," he responded.

    The mention of the cold beer seemed to do the trick.  He climbed up the
stern swim ladder and was in the cockpit in a flash.

    Wow again.  This guy's even better up close.  The swim trunks were a
little snug, outlining an enticing bulge and a narrow bubble butt.  The long
hair on his head was matted down like the hair on the rest of his body.  His
shoulders were broad and tapered to a narrow waist.

    After quick introductions and a short tour of my boat, we settled into
the cockpit to enjoy the upcoming sunset and some cold beer.

    It turned out that Zack's the same age I am, 32.  We were both from
Annapolis, both out on our own for the weekend, and both enjoying each
other's company.

    We sat opposite one another in the cockpit, feet outstretched to the
other's seat, legs occasionally touching when we'd laugh at an old sailing or
other ridiculous story.  My state of arousal increased as the number of beers
in the fridge decreased.

    When the sun finally set, we went below to scare up something to eat.  I
sent Zack forward to my cabin to borrow some dry clothes while I rummaged
through the galley for the steak seasoning.  Finding it, I turned to the main
salon just in time to see him, with his back to me, drop his trunks to put on
some shorts.  In the dim glow of the cabin lights, I could clearly see the
patch of dark wavy hair on his lower back and the way it fanned out over his
hard buns, thickening as it nestled into the crack of his ass.

    He turned to catch me staring and just smiled.  His cock was incredible.
Long, thick, and nestled in a forest of black pubes.  North from there, the
hair thinned to a narrow line as it divided his flat stomach, fanning out
once again over his pecs.

    Unable to stand the tension any longer, I walked forward under the
pretense of getting myself some dry clothes.  Zack never got to put on the
khakis he'd found.  I dropped my suit right in front of him and my half hard
cock popped out.  I think any mystery to the evening had been solved...

    Zack reached out and grasped my hardness in his hands, dropping to his
knees while looking into my eyes with a grin.  Not a word was spoken.  He
took me to the hilt straight away.  I reached out and ran my hands through
his dark wavy hair, holding his head as I began to push my now rock hard dick
down his throat.  He reached back, spreading my cheeks and began fingering my
ass.  Licking a finger, he pushed it through my ring easily.

    Rising, we fell onto the bed in a 69, Zack on top.  Now I too could get
some cock down my throat.  I alternated swallowing him and licking him like a
lolly pop.  Now that his knees were spread wide around my head, I had a clear
and glorious view of his ass hole, lost in a dense forest of dark hair.
Pulling myself farther back, I reached up with my tongue and buried it as far
as I could into his succulent ass.  Zack began to groan.

    Soon, the time for foreplay was over.  I was ready for some serious
fucking.  I wanted to fuck and get fucked in the worst way.  Sensing my
thoughts, Zack popped my boner out of his mouth and crawled down my body
dropping his chest to the surface of the bed but leaving his ass high in the
air.  I came up onto my knees, sheathed my cock quickly with the closest
available condom, and aimed for the center of the target.

    Zack did everything but just kneel there and take it.  He bucked like a
bronco, squeezing his ass around my meat like a champion. I hung onto his
butt with both hands while I pummeled him.  It wasn't long before I was near
coming.

    Pulling out brought a disappointed whimper from Zack.  I just grinned and
grabbed another condom.  Rolling him over onto his back, I slid it down his
own turgid member.  I climbed onto his waist and quickly lowered my quivering
asshole onto him.  Pulling my feet up under me, I was in a great position to
bounce up and down furiously, impaling myself with each downward thrust.  His
size and length were almost painful in this position but it felt SO good!
With one hand behind me for balance, I reached forward to run my hands
through Zacks hairy chest.  In the meantime, he grasped my dick with both
hands and began jacking me off.

    Moments later, I couldn't take the double assault on my pleasure zones
any longer.  With a yelp, I began to shoot spurt after spurt of come all over
Zack, the bed, and anything else within six feet of us.  I never let up on my
bouncing though. Zack soon followed with a final upward thrust of his hips
and a loud grunt.  Even through the condom, I could feel myself filling up
with his copious delivery of jism.

    I collapsed on top of him, exhausted.  I looked at the clock and smiled.
It was only 9pm.  We had hours to go yet.  Time to pull our boats together
for a raft-up for the rest of the night...