Mr. Anderson's New Houseboat, Part II

Just as I walked into the galley, I thought about and couldn’t believe all that had happened in less than a day. “Am I really gay?”, I asked myself. I was feeling kind of ashamed of what happened. “How could I have sucked Mr. Anderson’s dick and let him fuck me not only once, but twice”, I again asked myself. He was, after all, our longtime neighbor and friend, and, Christ, how could I have let myself do what he did to me?

I was lost looking for answers. I glanced over at the ship’s clock. It was already 10am and we had long overslept our starting fishing time which was normally about 6 am.

“Geeeze, I need to call my mom,” I said to myself.

I was supposed to call her just before I headed for home which I figured would be about 10 am. But it was already 10 am and we were still two hours away if we left right then back to the dock. But then I remembered I was going to stay an extra day. So, I thought I would take a pee first then call and tell my mom I would be home the following morning. Then came the shock of my life. When I went into the bathroom to pee, I couldn’t help but notice my reflection in the mirror. All the blood suddenly rushed out of my face and my knees began to shake. I thought I was going throw-up and pee right there.

Both sides of my neck were utterly black & blue from top to bottom from all the hickeys Mr. Anderson gave me. Of course in a panic, I tried to rub them off. But I knew my attempt was in vain as I worked my fingers over them hoping desperately that they would vanish into thin air.

“How the hell could I go home tomorrow morning and let my parents see me like this? What the hell was I supposed to tell them--That a stranger came up to me and beat my neck with a spoon?”, I asked myself. Or should I just tell them that I was attacked by Dracula?

And I sure didn’t want my friends to see me because they would spread rumors the minute school started a week from Monday.

By now my stomach was in knots. I sat on the pot and relieved myself for almost ten minutes. Boy was my ass really sore when I took a dumb.

When I finished, I walked out onto the patio deck. The hard rain coming down at least soothed my nerves somewhat. It was really a beautiful sight looking out across the lake under overcast skies. I didn’t want it to be sunny at that point. I was depressed and I liked the gloom plus the dark cloud cover really kept the temperature down.

I was going to put on my shorts , but then I decided that I needed to take a swim to both wake me up and relax me. But first I needed to call my mom. No sooner did the phone ring twice when I my mom answered. I could tell immediately that she was both glad and relieved to hear my voice.

I couldn’t tell her that I was coming home the next day , so I explained that I was having great time on Mr. Anderson’s new houseboat and wanted to stay at least through the weekend. I mean I wasn’t about to tell my mom that her long time friend and neighbor gave me so many hickeys while he fucked me in the ass on his new boat that I didn’t want anyone to see me because my neck was black & blue. That was definitely out of the question.

I could tell my mom missed me even though I had only been gone a day. But she allowed me to stay (thank God )until I was ready to come home. I figured if my hickeys weren’t gone by Monday morning, I would stay an extra day. I told my mom that I loved her and that I would call her every morning so she wouldn’t worry about me.

After I hung up, it was like I dodged the biggest bullet in the world. I grabbed a bar of soap and jumped in the water. The water instantly made me feel better. I swam around the boat a few times in the pouring rain and then headed over to the landing where we were the night before. Once I stood up on the rock , I soaped my body all over, jumped back into the lake and swam back to the boat.

After I dried off, I brushed my teeth and then looked in the dryer for my shorts. I put my underwear & shorts back on and then laid on the couch and thought about everything that had happened to me. Once again I didn’t know what to think and I had no answers.

About 20 minutes had gone by when I could hear Mr. Anderson climb out of the cubby area. When he came into the den, he looked at me and I looked at him. He could tell I was kind of standoffish and it was obvious that all the hickeys covering my neck that he gave me weren’t helping matters.

While I was kind of mad at Mr. Anderson, I couldn’t help but admire his naked body--especially his hairy cock. But in reality, I couldn’t help but admire the rest of his naked sexy body even though I refused to admit it to myself at that point.

After Mr. Anderson served us both a cup of coffee, he went into the bathroom and brushed his teeth. Then he sat down next to me on the sofa and asked, “ Are you OK, Jeffery? Do you want talk about last night?”, as he carefully eyed all the hickeys covering my neck.

I was without words so I just sat there and sipped my coffee. I felt like he had turned me into a full fledged faggot and left his queer markings all over my body.

After a moment or two, Mr. Anderson tenderly placed his hand on the back of my neck. Even though I wanted to resisted him, I couldn’t. I allowed him to softly rub it while I remained perfectly still & quite. But he was already turning me on again. And while I tried to think about kissing a girl and having sex with her, I couldn’t. All I could think about was him.

About a minute later, Mr. Anderson looked me in the eyes as he rubbed the back of my neck and then pulled me closer to him. The next thing I knew I was kissing & sucking his lovely nipples like a bat out of hell. “Oh God, do I love this and can’t stop”, I said to myself.

I was in love with him and could resist his hot sexy body. I didn’t want a female, I wanted him. I wanted all of him and I wanted him to myself. “Just the two of us,” I thought to myself as I kissed his nipples back and forth.

Mr. Anderson laid back so we could both enjoy the moment. Of course by now I was as hard as a rock and my cock was throbbing through my shorts. Mr. Anderson seeing my cock straining leaned back up and unbuttoned my shorts. The next I knew they and my underwear were down to my ankles as Mr. Anderson leaned back again and allowed me to suck & kiss on his nipples as much as I wanted while I stroked his beefy meat.

I was I heaven now and I knew it. I was so hot & horny because I just couldn’t get enough of his sexy body. It was all mine and I was glad I was staying at least through the weekend. I didn’t want to be with my friends. All I wanted was to be with him. In my mind I wished my mom could have seen me and how happy I was now.

Mr. Anderson was so hot and horny that he grabbed my hand and led me back down to the cubby. The minute we got in, we both knew exactly what to do. He kissed and sucked my nipples a few times before he turned his body around and laid on his side. We were now in the celebrated 69 position which I had heard and read about so many times over the years.

His beautiful purple cockhead waving right in front of my face was absolutely breathtaking. I kissed it all over for a few moments relishing every part of it. Before I sucked it, I wanted to lick his luscious balls which were so tempting as they dangled right in front of my face. The instant my tongue touched them, they tasted delicious! I licked them all over and even very carefully took one into my mouth.

It wasn’t but a few seconds later when I placed my lips on his cockhead and slowly took his entire shaft into my mouth. Ever so slowly, I began to suck him as I could feel him begin to suck me at the same time.

We were in no hurry. We had all day. And the gentle rain coming down made it all that more extraordinary. We both knew it was going to take us a while to get each other off because we had already cum three times in less than twelve hours. But more than anything, sucking a dick while getting sucked at the same time was the pinnacle of all male intimacy.

While I sucked on his, I couldn’t help but think about what would happen if my mom could see me now. Would she be happy for me? Would she be sad? Would she be mad? Would she be disappointed? Would she cheer for me and tell me how proud she was. I didn’t know. But I did know as long as I was happy, more than likely she would be happy for me. So I sucked away on his cock with all that much more assurance and fervor.

No sooner could I feel myself begin to cum when suddenly a finger entered my sore hole. Even though it hurt, the thought of knowing Mr. Anderson had a finger in me excited me to the point where my nuts popped suddenly. I immediately focused my attention on sucking his dick knowing that I was filling his mouth with my warm teenage seed.

Once I had fully unloaded and began to go soft, Mr. Anderson released his lips. The next think I knew I could feel his warm wet tongue licking my wounded hole. It felt so incredibly good as I laid there on my side and continued to suck his delicious dick. Mr. Anderson was certainly giving me an experience of a lifetime and I was delighting in every second of it.

I began to jack his meat with one hand while I left my lips firmly glued on his cockhead.

It wasn’t but a few minutes later when Mr. Anderson lifted his hips slightly and I could begin to taste his warm semen fill my mouth. Of course I swallowed every drop of him because I wanted more of his sperm-cells swimming around in my stomach.

Once his body calmed, I removed my lips from his cock and just laid there. Mr. Anderson removed his tongue from my hole that he had helped to heal and just remained perfectly still as well. We were both still tired from the night before. And within about five minutes, we both drifted off to sleep as we remained laying at opposite ends from one another.

For the next four days, we fucked, sucked, ate, swam and slept when we wanted to. We had the best time just the two of us. I feel in love with him that weeked and was coming back the following Friday morning so we could be together until Sunday. When I got into my jeep and headed off up the hill through the Ozarks, I looked back and saw his houseboat from down below on the lake. It was then that I told myself that I was “special” and I was going to tell my mom just as soon as I got home.