1. Silver heat


    Date: 5/24/2015, Categories: First Time, Gay Male, Author: riterman2, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    frightened me to the core of my being, and excited me beyond all reason. Would lieing under him be a bad thing? Oh how I wished at that moment that I had more experience. Lance had gone forward for something, was momentarily out of my sight when I heard his voice call to me. &#034Neal, come here! Quick! I made my way to him, forgetting my tether and the life line, almost falling. &#034Look,&#034 Lance said, pointing and gathering me to him with his right arm. Off to the larboard bow, a school of porpoises gamboled and leaped and played in our wake. It was as if they performed their glorious dance for the two of us alone. Lance held me tight against his body as he had in the bow earlier, but this time he began to gently kiss the back of my neck and that spot just beneath my ear, whispering to me of my beauty, of the joy I brought to him, of how good it was to have me in his arms. Showers of goose bumps raced over my body. I sighed deeply and lay back hard against him. &#034Eeep, eeep,&#034 sang the porpoises in their play. &#034I want you badly,&#034 Lance whispered in my ear, causing a new wave of shivers. Once again I felt that hard insistent presence against me, behind me. Impulsively, I slid my hand between our bodies, laying the flat of my hand on his hardness through his shorts. Immediately his cock jumped and pulsed under my hand. &#034What was I doing? What was I letting myself in for?&#034 &#034Yes,&#034 Lance murmured, &#034that is good, so good.&#034 Neither of us ...
    moved for a time. We stood there my back to his front, watching the porpoises leap, s**ttering gleaming sun-lit shards of spray like silvery diadems, my hand resting there, unmoving. All was still save for the porpoises and the slight pulsing of his penis beneath my hand. The golden highway on the sea stretched ahead of us. Was there also a golden 'us' that stretched ahead into the future? I was beginning to hope there was. There was a rightness and a glory in the air I had never felt before as I turned toward him, lay my head on his broad firm chest and clasped my arms around him. &#034Oh Lance. I want, but I don't know what I want.&#034 &#034Will you trust me, let me guide you?&#034 &#034Yes!&#034 &#034We need to sit down. This will take a few minutes, will you help me furl the sails?&#034 &#034Aye, aye captain. Just show me how.&#034 I was pretty sure the boat could guide itself and taking in the sails was unnecessary; pretty sure he was giving me time to change my mind, to make a rational decision. But the rational decision I made this time was to not be rational this time, to seize the day, to seize the moment, let go, abandon rational thought, to set myself free to feel for once. When the sails were down and we were once again running on diesel, I stood in the cockpit, completely inert, hands down at my sides, waiting for my captain to lead the way. He came to me then, placed his arm lightly around my waist and asked simply. &#034Below decks in my cabin, or up here on ...
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