â€œAre you sure you remember how to sail one of these things?â€ Peter asked as he loaded the last of their things onto the small catamaran Arrow rented. They were going to sail around looking for good locations to photograph.
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ck a little caress. â€œBesides, itâ€™s comfortable, and holds all my meat where I want it.â€
Peter shook his head and hopped onto the heavy stretched canvas deck. â€œAll right, letâ€™s go.â€ He glanced over his shoulder and watched Arrow push them away from the beach. Yes, he looked rather silly in that swimsuit, but his beautifully darkened skin, rippling muscles, jet black hair, and the shiny nipple ring that graced his right nipple more than balanced out his ridiculous choice of clothing. He was a fabulous hunk of man-meat that Peter felt privileged to have all to himself.
Giving the boat a final shove, Arrow jumped on board and immediately went to work getting the sail up. Peter watched him with fascination. As they sailed out of the lagoon and into the open sea, Arrow kept them mostly parallel with the coastline. He was hoping to find a secluded cove or inlet where they could spend some quality time. Despite their frantic love-making the previous day, both were still horny.
Peter lay on his back, looking up at the mast and the blue sky. He pondered what could have them so worked up. No, it couldnâ€™t be a mid-life crisis; they were only in their mid-thirties. So what spurre
â€œYeah, it hasnâ€™t been that long,â€ Arrow replied, waiting for Peter to climb on board.
â€œAnd you have the waterproof bag for your camera gear?â€
â€œAnd anything else we might need?â€
Arrow folded his arms. â€œYes, yes, I got everything. Now would you get your ass up there so I can shove off?â€
â€œOkay, okay.â€ Peter turned and looked at his partner. Arrow was standing knee deep in water; the only thing he wore was a rainbow striped swimsuit. â€œYou know, you look mighty gay wearing that.â€
â€œUh, alert the pressesâ€”weâ€™re gay. Duh!â€ He ran his hand down the front of it, giving his cod this marathon of meat grinding? He still wasnâ€™t sure, but he couldnâ€™t complain. Making love to Arrow was unlike any relationship heâ€™d ever had. â€œArrow?â€
â€œHave you ever done it with a girl?â€
Arrow regarded him with suspicion. â€œWhy do you ask?â€
â€œMmm, just curious.â€
â€œWhy choose now to ask? How long have we been together and you never said anything?â€
â€œThe thought never really crossed my mind. I always assumedâ€¦â€
â€œA couple of times.â€
Peter sat up. â€œYou did?â€
â€œI guess I was trying to find who I really was.â€
â€œHow did it feel?â€
Arrow rubbed his face. â€œStrange.â€
â€œPhysically strange or mentally strange?â€
â€œA bit of both, I guess.â€ He changed course slightly. â€œI mean, banginâ€™ a chick was good; but there just seemed to be something missingâ€”canâ€™t put my finger on it.â€ Reaching over, he let his hand slide down Peterâ€™s abdomen all the way to his cock, where he gave it a thorough caressing. â€œPerhaps itâ€™s just something about cock; I like it.â€
Peter reached over and cupped Arrowâ€™s sizeable package in his hand. â€œI love it.â€
â€œMmm, I know you do.â€
As they sailed around the tip of a small estuary; Arrow saw something. Peter was lying down watching the sky. â€œHey, check it out,â€ Arrow said in a whisper.
â€œWhat?â€ He lifted his head.
On the small beach, screened by a thick wall of trees and shrubs, was a young man. He was laid out on a beach towel, completely naked. He had a head of short, curly blond hair, and his body was lithe and tanned. He was working his cock furiously.
â€œOh, my,â€ Peter said. â€œMmm, if you werenâ€™t my type, he would be.â€ He put his hand on Arrowâ€™s leg. â€œShall we go crash his party?â€
â€œNaw, leave the boy be.â€ He looked ahead and saw a similar beach not more than ten yards away. â€œLetâ€™s put in over there and maybe heâ€™ll invite himself to our little party.â€
â€œGood idea.â€ Peter could already feel the blood heading to his cock. He especially enjoyed these secret little sexcapades. Out in the middle of nowhere, fucking until they were spent. This was truly the best job heâ€™d ever had.
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