The Finn Master 6100 Royal, a 6.01 meter by 2.3 meter boat rocked gently on the water about three miles off the beach. It was ideal for fishing. Seated on the boat's port side bench, I held my fishing line straight down into the water. My friend sat on the starboard side. Between us there was a bucket of small bait fish. The bow faced toward the horizon.
A cool breeze swept over the sea causing mild swells. It was a perfect day for wind surfers riding their surfboard with a sail some fifty to 100 yard off the beach.
We had been out by now for almost an hour just talking about boats. He had purchased this one, he told me, just a few months earlier during the off season. His father owned a boat as did three paternal uncles. That morning I got an education about pleasure boats.
From where I sat I could see the tiny figures bathing and playing near the water's edge and in the sand. Beyond them there were the large two floor opulent houses. A small sailboat cruised by off our stern making 10 nautical miles an hour. It's occupants waved. We returned the wave.
David, a blue eyed blond, wore his hair just to the base of his ear. One small hoop ring adorned the lobe. He wore a dark blue with red stripe rusty square cut swim suit.
"Let's move on to a different location."
"Ok," he replied. "What direction do you like?"
I looked toward the northwest, a direction that would take us a little further out to sea and further down the length of the beach. I had in mind a spot where no there were no houses. No houses meant fewer people in the water.
"That way," I said pointing.
David nodded then started the engine. The boat accelerated slowly to fifteen miles per hour. Fifteen minutes later we stopped and dropped anchor further out to sea and much further down the shoreline. Here there were no houses facing the water. The white sand extended much further back.
I counted myself fortunate to be in his boat during that hot southern California July morning. Events of a month ago had lead to my being there. Back then I had enrolled in the California Gay and Lesbian softball league on a Sunday morning winning a spot on the SF Clash of the Barbary Coast division. That same morning a gorgeous six foot blond had come out to the field.
I was not involved with anyone at the time. More than a year out of my previous relationship I was open to a new one. A sports team appealed to me as the perfect venue to find friends and a friend who could become a lover.
We stayed on this new spot for a while then moved on. David steered a course to follow the coast line. By now we were far away from the original location. There was privacy here far away from residential beaches.
I turned my eyes onto his long fit body. Though tall David was no bean pole.
My eyes locked onto his for a long second then roamed down across his pecs to his lap.
By now I wanted him. Moving to the same bench, I put my hands to his chest rubbing my fingers across the nipples. My lips smacked against his lips and continued to press them.
My eyes roamed over his body. Down in his lap the telltale bulge in his swimsuit invited me to take more. I leaned down brushing my lips against the cloth.
"Suck that big cock!"
While i licked my hand had gone to my own cock squeezing, gently rubbing and causing it to go erect in my suit. I slowly pulled the swim suit all the way while watching David take his down.
"Take my dick!"
Again I leaned down brushing my lips against the shaft and sliding my tongue along it's length. My left hand continued to squeeze and rub my own cock keeping it hard. David's delicious meat went deep in my throat. My head bobbed slowly.
