One Of My Not So Recent Opportunities To Hook Up, Then Covid Happened

As a married man with interest in other men I have kept my secret life a secret. I sucked my first cock when I was 11, another boy who lived a few houses down. But I didn't have anal sex until I was in college and my sociology professor taught me to enjoy it. As I got married right after college I never really had a chance to let loose so I resorted from time to time connections with men who found me attractive. When I was younger it was always older men, men who wanted to get it on with a younger man. As I got older it is men who are mostly my age.

That is the history of it. Always a closet thing. I went with my family, including my mother in law for a week at the beach in Florida several years ago. My wife got the idea that I should take my son and my nephews offshore fishing. I went down to the docks where the boats are charted to reserve a boat for the next day. I met Charles, a salty old seaman. The chemistry was immediate. While I talked to him all I could think about was kissing him. I was ready to drop to the floor and suck his cock.

Turns out that Charles had similar interests and he must have felt the chemistry and we talked for a long time before he offered to give me a tour of the boat. These boats are all the same, with deck area for the guests, a small galley and head and small sleeping quarters below, which is a storage room. It was hot, sweaty hot and humid and when I was down below with him I was sweating. He commented about it, but he did while I was looking up at him and he bent down and kissed my lips. In a split second he was beside me with his hand on my cock.

There wasn't any conversation, just short commands. He unslung his cock out of his pants, a great big sausage thing, tanned like the rest of him. It was already dripping precum and it wasn't a second later that I had his cock in my mouth. Maybe the tight quarters, the heat, the fact that right outside on the dock people were walking by and if anyone happened to look into the small portal window they would have seen me sucking his cock. He got hard, much harder than I would have expected. He not only got hard but he got surly and commanding.

I had my shorts down, and he was up against my ass with his hard throbbing cock taking aim straight at me. From experience I knew that the best thing to do was to bend over and spread myself wide. His cock felt like a baseball bat, shoving in more than fucking, until I felt his balls knocking against the back of my thighs. I didn't count, I just let it happen. He worked it hard, in and out and in and out, but he couldn't quite get to the point of finishing. I did my best to make sure he was comfortable, but the truth is that I was getting tired of standing bent over so I got down on that small single bed and he climbed on top. Now he could fuck, and he fucked until he came.

I sucked him to clean his cock. I took my time with it. He was laid back and let me play with his balls and he let me get my tongue around back and rim him. By the time I was ready to cum, he was hard again and I held onto his cock and jerked myself off. Charles reserved the boat for me for a 6:30 departure the next morning. I took my son and nephews and he brought along a helper and we went offshore. Not a word crossed between us, he was all commands. We caught some fish, nothing good and tossed it back. We were back by noon and we thanked him for the charter and left.

On the receipt he wrote a cell number, Give him a call and he would show me a couple of watering holes where old men can get together and shoot the breeze. But the opportunity never came and I haven't been back. I have his cell number but I doubt he would remember me. Who knows how many men have gotten fucked on his boat. I'm just glad I was one of them, and on that particular day I was in dire need of a good fuck.