My summer vacation from university was almost over and since the moving day incident nothing at all had happened between Edward and me. But the memory was vivid. I remembered being on my knees before him, looking up into his eyes and he said, "I have so much more to teach you," with his big, softening cock resting against my lips and the salt of his cum on the back of my throat.
But so far there wasn't even a hint that the events on that day in the shower had ever taken place. There wasn't a nod or a wink or a pat on the ass when no one was looking. Nothing. I began to wonder if the summer school lesson I'd longed for would ever transpire - I began to doubt anything at all would ever happen again and that perhaps he had a change of heart. He was just big old handsome Ed, as nice as could be, but nothing more. More distant than ever it seemed.
Not that I really expected things to change that much - what had happened was definitely a private event that we couldn't share with anyone and his behavior with the rest of the family was the same as always. He was my father-in-law, father of my wife, and I guess I was glad to see that everything else could still be the same, no matter how much my cock throbbed when I thought about him. Edward turned 65 that summer but you'd never know it to look at him. His hair was thick and brown with sexy tufts of grey at the temples. He was clean shaven but on the days when he'd miss his morning shave, brave, white stubble would try to grow into a silver beard. Unfortunately, he never grew a full beard because of how white it was. "Care for a day trip tomorrow out past Frier Island?" he asked one evening as we sat in his living room, watching boxing on ESPN. "Just you and me?"
I felt a metaphor rising within me: somewhere deep in my loins a pilot light of hope ignited my flames of lust! I pulled my jaw shut and answered an egger affirmative. That was it - business as usual. There was hardly another word between us until we were alone on the boat the next morning, heading out to sea.
We traveled out for miles on calm, pristine Atlantic Ocean, for about 3 hours at full steam and arrived smack dab in the middle of nowhere.
We spent the day fishing. Relaxing. Catching nothing worthy of a good fish story. That day there was little more than the solitude of the ocean for miles around us, and the occasional, peaceful smile on our faces. Actually, I can't remember the smile ever leaving my face the entire day. It was heaven to be alone with the most handsome, horny and kindest person I had ever known. It was this combination of kindness and lust that made him seem so sexy - well that and his stocky mature physique. He was about 5'6", square and solid, with a nice, full, hard belly that ran the length of his torso. He was built like a bull, thick and broad in the chest but for all his big belly there was barely an inch of fat on him anywhere - he was just soft and hard in all the right places at all the right times. It seemed no matter what clothes he wore, he always managed to appear ruggedly handsome and his crotch always appeared full and well defined - his cock and balls made their bold statement under any fabric.
The day past, pleasantly uneventful and I lost all track of time. My focus was not on the fishing, but on my bear Edward, sitting on an up-turned 5 gallon bucket opposite me along the port side of the boat. We faced each other, hanging our lines over the same side of the boat, each sitting on a bucket seat. The ocean barely moved beneath us and the sun shone warmly on our skin. It was like being rocked to sleep in the arms of a loving mother, and we'd often close our eyes as we fished, lulled into a peaceful trance. But I took every opportunity to watch the lovely, prize package in the crotch of his jeans make it's presence known - I knew quite well the cock and balls that defined them selves there in a tantalizing bulge, but I wanted to reach out and touch him. We ate lunch when we were hungry, when the sun was high in the sky. Some time later I felt hungry again and I took notice of the sun pushing down on the horizon. "Time to eat supper?" I asked Edward as I entered the cabin of the boat.
"Are you ready to head home?" he asked, looking out over the water through the windows around the top of the cabin with a thoughtful expression, "It's the kind of day you wish would never end."
The sparkling ocean was breath taking and we paused to take it all in.
"I wish we could stay out here forever, just you and me and the sunset," I said and I moved close beside him and put my hand on his broad shoulder and gave him a gentle squeeze.
"I don't know about forever," he said with a chuckle. "But we can certainly manage an over night camp-out on the waves." He cocked his head and shot me a wink and a grin and he put his bear paw of a hand on the back of my neck and tousled my hair.
I was stunned.
He was full of surprises.
Within a few minutes he had radioed home and told the girls that we would be staying out to continue fishing in the morning. It was such a long way to travel that it made sense just to stay there and try again the next day. There was a twinkle in his eye as he sat, perched high in the captains' chair, and told his story over the VHF radio. While he was explaining the situation I spun his chair so that he was facing me. Sitting high on his perch, his knees were about level with my chest and I ran a hand slowly up over each knee while he talked. I watched his expression as I traced the inside of both of his thighs, inching my hands ever closer to his crotch. He refused to make eye contact, but a trace of a smile was on his lips as he explained, "Yes we have everything we need to be comfortable for a night out here." I looked at his crotch as my hands rested on his thighs on either side of his deliriously full package. "Yes, we have plenty to eat. I'll find something.", he said, and with that I let my hands fondle his package, gently squeezing what I could of his meat through his jeans. He leaned back in his chair and spread his legs wide as I continued my exploration of his groin.
"John?" he chuckled. "Don't worry about him. He'll eat whatever he can get his hands on." And again, without making eye contact, he looked down at himself as I caressed his crotch, and I rubbed my fingers on the under side of his pouch, feeling the curve of his big nuts pressing against the fabric. I could feel the hot, moist heat of his growing manhood against my fingers. I lowered my face to press my nose against his package, and he reached out and put his hand on the back of my head and forced me just a little harder down into him, and he held me there, my lips sucking at the fabric where his cock was resting beneath. He hung up the hand set and took my head between both his hands, forcing my face down along his growing hardness.
"You won't go hungry as long as I'm around," Edward said.
Moments later we were steaming ahead and the bow of the boat was riding high as we cruised through the water. The sun was at our backs as Edward navigated the Seal toward the only visible speck of land, Frier Island. "Where are we headed exactly?" I asked, holding on the back of the captains' chair as we bounced across the water.
"Brothers cove," he said, over the roar of the engine, "There's a marker buoy there that we can tie onto for the night - plenty of privacy."
I wrapped my arms around him from behind as he sat driving the boat and once again I slipped my hands down onto his groin. I never tired of worshiping his manhood or of caressing his package even when he was completely soft. It was a thrill to feel him under my fingers and to try to cup his package only to find his equipment too much for my hand. He was simply too large a man and I held on to him tight with two hands as the boat slammed through the waves. He slipped his own hand down over mine, forcing me to rub harder, guiding my hand over the cock and balls beneath his pants. ...
The island was little more than rock and trees, but it offered a fair amount of shelter when the seas got rough. The island was inhabited only by gulls and Brothers Cove was perfectly tucked away - there was no commercial traffic to interrupt the tranquility for miles of the island.
