1. Silver heat


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

    importantly what did I or didn't I expect of him? One thing was certain, I was going sailing. My party had been on Monday night, our sail was to be on Sunday. In the five days that intervened, I went about in a daze. My s****r and my parents could scarcely communicate without shaking me out of my reveries. All sorts of images, physical and sexual, played through my mind. If I went, put my trust in Lance, would he seduce me, hmm maybe? That would imply at least a degree of compliance. **** me and toss my body into the sea? I didn't think so. Or would we merely have a pleasant day sailing on the sea? That he was literally twice my age, oddly mattered not at all to me. Was he like a p*******e, bent on corrupting the young? Why had he chosen me? Doubts filled me. But exhilaration hung on me throughout the week. I felt as if I were about to embark on a glorious adventure, a quest to find Neal. Somehow deep in me I knew that if I took this sail, it would be a voyage of discovery, from which I never would return to the safe shores of my present circumstances. By Saturday I had resolved to trust, to take the plunge, to seize the day and take whatever came my way. In a sense I was trusting and confident that whatever happened on the sail, the voyage, I would be better, richer, more myself from having taken that voyage, sailed down that road not taken. At nine A.M. the next day I found myself at the Midfield Yacht Club. I was meeting an important and rich man, so I had worn my best ...
    pink Van Heusen dress shirt, black slacks, a tweed sports coat and highly shined dress shoes. I hadn't known that there would be security, but I presented Lance's card to the security guard who opened the gate and directed me to the &#034Knot 4 Sale&#034, Lance's vessel. It was so big it looked like a ship to me, but the biggest boat I had ever been on was a canoe. I stood there on the dock for several minutes. I am sure that I looked like the greenhorn I was, mouth agape as if to catch minnows, until lance strode up behind me and touched me gently on the shoulder. Even so, I nearly jumped into the harbor. It was like meeting some secret agent or movie star. He was so good looking, so self assured and strong. Any second I expected him to say, &#034Bond, James Bond&#034. Laughing, Lance took my hand in both of his. &#034Welcome. Welcome Neal to my humble skiff. Let me have a look at you. Hmm. This will not do. This will not do at all. My fault, my fault entirely. I should have instructed you on how to dress at sea. Hmm. Neal. Would you allow me to buy you a few things, to dress you for safety and comfort on our little excursion?&#034 &#034What's wrong with the way I am dressed?&#034 &#034Don't be embarrassed. As I said, I should have told you. But those clothes, attractive as you are in them, as nicely as you fill those slacks out, they are just not going to be right for sailing. And those shoes. Dress leather shoes? I will be constantly plucking you from the ocean.&#034 &#034Er, ...
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