I WANT TO Find A Man With A Boat

I want to find a man with a boat; a fishing boat. big with a center console, dual outboard motors and enough fuel for 12 hours. I will arrive to the docks clean and ready for a day of fun in the sun. He brought his friends, good-looking fellas. I named them by their favorite beers. 90 Shilling, Dale’s Pale Ale, Budweiser Original, Dos Equis and whatever. They're happy, joking about the last week's tribulations and work BS. I see they loaded tackle, bait, cooler of beer, junk food, bottle of Jack and cigars. “Good morning”, I shout from the top of the docks.

Smiles and waves from the deck of the boat. “Put your shit in the hull and get me a beer”. “Yes sir”. This is actually my first time on a boat with so many, but they don’t know. After delivering the first of many to Captain Shilling, I find a spot, out of the way, near the bow, in the sun and sit. I can feel the radiation on my shaved legs. My shorts, high up on my thighs, fit perfectly tight. My favorite tank is lightly wicking away the sweet sweat from my torso and a RedSox ball cap shades my face. Engines roar over classic rock and we power toward the horizon.

Captain Shilling whistles like calling his lost dog, my downtown twitches and I get up and take the bottle he’s holding, trash it, open the cooler and deliver another. Two more nods and I smile providing each a Dale’s and XX. A small pat on the butt from BudO tells me to grab the coldest Budweiser from the bottom of the cooler and I oblige bending over and looking slutty. Last, a wave-off from Whatever. He must be distracted because whatever he’s thinking about is not back on the mainland.

Finally, to the perfect spot. The smog of the big city lines a few inches of the horizon and an unknown sandy island can be seen toward the opposite. The blue water is clear, no clouds, good music and perfect weather. Lines baited and dropped. Another round of beers served and Whatever started with a water. I grab a book and let the UV tan my skin. After a half hour, Captain Shilling walks from stern to bow, whistling with the radio, stands at the tip with hands on hips, whistles a familiar ‘come here’ and I close my book. I look to see what the others were doing. As expected, intently watching. I stand behind Shilling, run both hands around his waist, undo his shorts and pull out his chubby cock. I hold it as he’s taught me. He pisses a good stream, I shake it off and neatly tuck it back into his tan shorts. He pinches my left nipple and whistles back to the stern. I enjoyed listening to the boys talk about football, work drama, hot chicks near the community college and what a piece-of-ass I am. I am only briefly talked about however. Disheartening but I know it’s new for most them too.

Two snaps and I open a blue bag of Doritos, eat one and pass the bag. Whatever gives a big, fake stretch and sigh to catch my attention, puts two fingers to his lips and I pull out a joint from his backpack. I light it, take a pull and hold back that familiar laryngospasm. They each repeat a single puff-puff-pass. Half smoked; the joint returns to me. I snuff it and return it for later use. Now, I get excited because no bites and buzzed boys means I get to start enjoying myself. Whatever grabs himself a beer and flicks the ice-cold drops on me. A wink and I head toward the bow.

Ten minutes pass and I let the boys enjoy their growing high. Just as I had planned, Captain says, “Grab a round boys”. I close my book for the second to last time today, pull off my tank and open the cooler. I hold five beers close to my chest and try not to let out a moan as the freezing aluminum hardens and numbs my nipples. Standing up, turning and facing the boys, Captain Shilling and Dale, sitting, both have their shorts around their ankles, rubbing the outside of their boxers and looking right into me. XX and BudO receive their individual beers with a smile and What grabs whatever. Three hisses and I get on my knees. Each of my hands goes to each crotch and Captain Shilling runs his hands through my hair. He pulls my head into his bulge and I inhale deeply. I know he doesn’t want something slow and sensual, but also wants to show off to his buds so I give them a show. Still massaging Dale, feeling him get harder, I pull out the cock I held earlier and start sucking and moaning all over the head.

“Fuck yeah!”

Dale pulls out his hard pipe, though average size, he has beautiful balls. Captain’s cock is at full mast and I can taste sweet precum. He pushes with his hands and hips and I gladly shove my head into his trimmed pubes. He’s a good size and I know that even though I can’t breathe, I’m not going to puke. He pulls out and as I’m taking a breath, I see the others all have their shorts and underwear off except for What, who’s still dressed but intently teasing the outline of his dick. I jerk Cap with my slobber, take him to the hilt and feel him spasm, confirming each twitch with a grunt. Poor Dale had to watch and lost control in his excitement. I could see his face contorting. I reach over, pulling his balls into my mouth. He lets out a wonderful moan and cums on my forehead. Captain 90 Shilling and Dale’s Pale Ale cracked beers, cheers, chugged and those two check their lines while cleaned off. I looked at the other three.

XX and Bud know what’s coming and quickly finish their beers. They act like school boys that spent their entire allowance on a hooker. Like brothers that schemed to both get their first BJ, but ‘No Homo’ of course. I start just like the professional gangbang porns, on my knees, standing-hard men begging, massaging balls and licking skin. I really want to get fucked but don’t want to go home early. Luckily, I cannot have planed it better. XX starts rubbing my ass and slapping it. I can be the porn he wants but I don’t think he can last. So, I undo my button and pull down my shorts letting him inspect and touch me. Bud doesn’t care, he just wants to bust a load in any hole. He cums quick, loud and full of bravado. He has a small dick but I was surprised that his load was the most I had ever taken. I must have had wide eyes cause he laughed. I swallowed twice and still hadn’t cleared all of it. I heard and felt a clearing of the throat land on the small of my back. Then a large, hard member start to drive that lube right to me. I pulled away a little.

When he pushed forward harder, I moved and he missed. I looked back to see the frustration on his face. Smiled and did it three more times! The THC must be really convoluting his thoughts because he started to go limp and his face seemed to read that he was going to go home with blue balls. I giggled, reached back and started stroking his cock back to its 7 inches, curving to the left. I thought this was perfect because that seems to fit so much better than one curving up or to the right. His face returned to the high school kid excitement. He shoved his head in and drove to the hilt. I even let out an unexpected moan. He pumped fairly fast and hard and I started to look around while enjoying the pounding. Captain Shilling, Dale and BudO grabbed another beer. They watched and chatted, laughed and started smoking cigars. Whatever lit up a cigarette and started on his third beer, joining the other three. He should be high and horny, what the fuck? They laughed and shouted a few words of encouragement at XX.

The pounding turned rhythmic and I could feel sweat dripping on my back and ass. After twenty minutes, I started to lose interest or at least wanted to change it up. The others had no focus on us and XX was still hard and plugging me like a race care piston. Fuck, he can perform but I wondered if he’d last if I changed it up. Captain shilling yelled, “Hurry up, I gotta piss”. So I pulled him out of me and stuck his dick deep in my throat, gagging, trying to tongue his balls. I fingered my hole and then ran it into his ass. His young, hairy ass was so warm. Found the prostate and started rubbing it. I tasted precum and without warning, he blew a load into my mouth with a loud howl. XX collapsed into a seat. “Finally” one of them shouted. I laid down, naked and empty. Captain Shilling, Dale, Bud, XX and What all pulled out their cocks and relieved themselves on me. The clash of warm and cold felt like a massage. “Clean yourself up, I’m hungry”, was followed by three or four confirmations. I jumped in the cool water.

After drying off, the boat fired up and took off toward the island. I made sandwiches, handed out a round of water and decided to stay naked. I kept getting an eye from What, who should be busting in his pants. Maybe he’s not drunk enough. I started handing out beers. Captain Shilling was getting pretty slurred but the rest seemed happy, singing with the music. I pulled out the Jack, started to pull from the bottle and made eye contact with What, whose now my goal. The boat anchored on the bar, beautiful, quiet. Cap put his feet up and decided to close his eyes. Dale, Bud, XX, What and I grabbed the cooler, tackle and headed toward their favorite hole a couple hundred feet down the beach. Something about the tide, current, rocks has good Red Drum. I don’t care. We set the spot, cast lines and I again pulled out the Jack. A wink toward What and pulled and big swallow. Passed to What who did the same. The other three decided on beers. Time slowly drug on; I excused myself to pee.

Relieving myself, I felt What behind me. I looked and saw Dale and Bud rubbing the cocks in their shorts. Fuck yes. On my knees, I pulled out both cocks and started massaging, licking and sucking. I found a spot more grassy than sandy and directed Dale to lay down. He laid down and I sat on his dick. Bud then came up behind and entered me. Two dicks, I wished I had a third to fill me completely. We were in the heat of it and I saw What walking up with his shorts off. He was hard but his underwear must have been really tight cause I couldn’t tell how big he was. He pissed nearby, Dale started to get soft and blamed it on the noise. He started fussing with Whatever and they walked off. Bud wanted to keep going. I could see it in his face, he was gonna cum. I turned over and put my knees next to my ears. He gave me three good pumps and blew his load inside me. Still a lot after his first load earlier. We dusted off and he slapped my ass to follow me back to the fishing hole. Dale and Bud had their dicks out and were stroking them. I happily started to jerk them both and alternate deep throating. I love making men feel good. They don’t have to do anything but get hard. Both came at the same time and I cleaned them up with my tongue. Yummy.

More sandwiches, beers and jokes. There was even a few bites on the lines. We packed up and headed back to the boat. I was feeling the booze and I saw the others stumbling a bit, joking and slurring. What seemed to be still sober. Captain Shilling roared the engines again and we took off for home. Shit. Bud, XX and Dale passed out and Shilling was concentrating on getting back before the sun got too low. I guess his wife would be asking more questions if he got in late. I sat next to What in the bow. The wind and motors were loud. I rubbed his leg and he didn’t object. I moved my hand up to his crotch. I felt a tightly rolled, hard package, busting the seems to get out. He adjusted in his seat and removed my hand. I laid down in his lap, disappointed and hoping he’d caress my head to continue what I knew he wanted. I only had one question as the hum of the wide-open pistons, warm lap and booze put me to sleep; am I male or a female?

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