Mr Anderson's New Houseboat.

No sooner had we pulled away from the dock and got out on the open lake when Mr. Anderson let me drive it from the upper deck. He said, “If you’re now old enough to drive a car , you’re now old enough to drive a boat,” as he gave me a quick smile and a wink, and got out of the captain’s chair so I could sit in it. 

The lake was virtually dead! There were hardly any boats on the water given it was after Labor Day and everyone was either gone or boarding up their houses. While I drove the boat, Mr. Anderson went down into the cabin and checked out all the appliances, lights and other features to make sure everything was working properly. 

After about 30 minutes, Mr. Anderson climbed back up to the upper deck with a huge glass of ice tea he made for me. Then he went back downstairs and brought me a plate of shrimp cocktail to munch on while I drove. He knew shrimp was my very favorite appetizer. 

Then, Mr. Anderson did something that surprised me. As he stood next to me, he pulled off his shirt and gave me a fatherly like hug as I sat in the caption’s chair. While I was startled for it was the first time I felt another male’s flesh press up against mine, nevertheless the feeling was quite pleasant and even erotic. He said, “Thanks for coming with me Jeffery. I’ve been kind of lonely since me and my wife got divorced and I don’t see my kids as often as I like anymore”. 

I had never seem Mr. Anderson with without a shirt on except at a distance from time to time. But I thought he had a pretty sexy one. It wasn’t smooth, but it wasn’t too hairy either. In fact it was just perfect and I even wished I had one like his. I especially thought his two masculine nipples made his chest all that more attractive and I wondered in the back of my mind if his former wife use to enjoy it when he laid on top of her. 

As I kept us steered on a steady course to Grover’s Pond, Mr. Anderson walked all around his boat inspecting every singe inch of it since without a doubt it was his prized position. From time to time he would come up from behind me while I sat in the captain’s chair and rested his right arm over my shoulder as he pointed out all the various bells and whistles on the console in front of me with his finger. 

While I thought this kind of gesture was unusual, I didn’t mind his arm resting on my shoulder. The feeling of his forelimb touching the bare skin on my upper shoulder blade was rather stimulating and even personable.

When we finally reached Grover’s Pond, we dropped anchor and Mr. Anderson broke out the fishing gear. The sun was finally starting to go down for it was eight o’clock . We fished for almost an hour. I caught two spotted bass and Mr. Anderson caught one nice four pounder. 

After we put our polls away and placed the fish on ice, Mr. Anderson pulled out of the refrigerator two of the thickest and biggest T-bone steaks I had ever seen . By now it was just after nine o’clock and I was starving. Along with the steak, Mr. Anderson had already baked to two huge potatoes and made up a fresh garden salad on the way over. 

Needless to say, we ate like kings that night on the patio-deck of the boat out on the rod iron table. When we finished, we talked about old times when he was married and when us kids use to run wild from house to house along the lake. At one point Mr. Anderson remarked how much he enjoyed all of us kids back then and especially me cause I was the only one who was always up to go fishing. 

Again, he always found a way to complement me. 

After about thirty minutes, Mr. Anderson said, “Hey Jeffery, why don’t we take a late night dip and work off some of our dinner?" While I wanted to take a swim , I explained that I didn’t have any dry clothes to change into.

But that didn’t concern him . He told me to jump in my shorts cause he would throw them along with my underwear in the dryer after I got out.

But I was really kind of nervous to take off my shorts and walk around in nothing but a towel afterwards in front of him while they dried. When he asked me if I was sure in a somewhat disappointed tone, I replied that I was. So, I remained seated in my chair while he jumped in. 

It wasn’t about 60 seconds after he dove into the water when I regretted not accepting his offer. I felt dirty and sticky from all work I had done around our house that day in the extreme heat and wanted to both rinse and cool off in the beautiful clear lake. 

I got out of my chair and sat on the cushion bench seats along the side of the boat so I could look over and watch Mr. Anderson swim. He yelled back as he treaded water, “You sure you don’t want to come in, Jeffery? The water feels great!” 

I replied back, “Well, let me think about it.” 

As I was trying to get the courage to jump in ,I wondered what was going to happen when we both got out. Surely, Mr. Anderson wasn’t going walk into the cabin of his new boat completely wet, I told myself. Was he going to strip in front of me on the patio-deck and ring his shorts out before he got a towel? If I jumped in , would I end up stripping in front of him too on the patio-deck? 

Those thoughts raced across my mind for a few minutes. But finally I didn’t care if he saw me without my clothes on for a brief moment or I saw him without his clothes on for a brief moment. In fact, after seing his bare & sexy chest I kind of wondered what Mr. Anderson looked like in the buff and I could sense he wondered what I looked like bare too. 

But more importantly, I just wanted to cool off. So I shouted out, “OK , I’ve changed my mind”. 

With those words out of my mouth, I jumped in. The water felt great! I swam around the boat several times and then held onto the ladder at the back of the stern. Mr. Anderson swam up along side and grabbed onto the ladder with me. By now it was almost eleven o’clock and there was a big beautiful moon out along with all the stars in the sky. 

As we held onto the ladder, we began to talk. Only this time our conversation wasn’t just small talk about old times. Instead Mr. Anderson went into a deep conviction that except for his children , he regretted ever getting married. When I asked why, he explained that he really never loved her and it took him a while to figure that out. Then he added that not all people were meant to get married like him. Of course during the conversation he asked me if I had girlfriend. 

Then, just as we were about to get out of the water Mr. Anderson said, “Jeff, I don’t think you’ll ever get married either. ”

I said, “Really, Why’s that?” 

He looked me deep in my eyes and exclaimed, “Cause , I’ve always felt that you’re special. ” 

Well needless to say I didn’t know how to take what he said. So, I just shrugged my shoulders as if to say he could be right. But by now, I could feel the distinct interest he took in me over the years was more than just a common friendship. 

Just as Mr. Anderson climbed up the ladder and hopped back into the boat, my heart started pounding. I wondered in my mind what was going to happen next. 

Then it was my turn to climb back up the ladder. I was so nervous, I could hardly feel the steps at first. 

When I finally scaled the ladder and flopped back over the side onto the deck, Mr. Anderson was standing there soaking wet. It wasn’t but about fifteen seconds later when he said, “Let’s get out of these wet clothes, Jeffery,” as he proceeded to pull his shorts and underwear down to his ankles right in front of me. 

I thought about what was happening for about ten seconds when I came to the conclusion that I really had no other choice other than to strip in front of him as well. The instant his shorts & underwear dropped to his feet, I glanced over so I could see what he looked liked in the buff. I was pleasantly surprised cause I found looking at an older naked man was pretty hot. The sight of him certainly turned me on more than any pictures of naked women I had seen over the years. 

And no sooner did I drop my shorts & underwear to my feet and stepped out of them, when I could sense that Mr. Anderson was checking my naked body out from head to toe. 

After we both wrung our shorts & underwear out as we stood in the buff on the patio-deck practically facing one another, Mr. Anderson said, “Come on Jeffery--Let’s go inside and dry off --I already put some new towels on board today.” 

As he walked in front of me when we first entered the cabin, I couldn’t help but admire his firm masculine ass. Just like his chest, his ass was coated in light hair , but the hair wasn’t overbearing. It was soft and certainly helped complement his body. 

Just before we reached the galley, Mr. Anderson opened a cabinet and passed me a fresh towel. He also pulled one down for himself. As we toweled ourselves off, it became apparent that we were checking each other out. Mr. Anderson had a nice dick and I kind of wondered if his wife missed having sex with him. And I could tell just by the way Mr. Anderson glanced over at me, he was certainly aroused by my young smooth teenage body. 

Once we wrapped towels around ourselves, I felt much less nervous. In fact I was just starting to relax. The swim in the pond had both cooled & cleaned me off and now I just wanted to sit down and rest. No sooner had that thought crossed my mind when Mr. Anderson said, “Jeffery, why don’t you go sit down and relax out on the patio-deck --I’m going throw our clothes into the dryer and make us a late-night surprise.

It wasn’t but about three minutes after I sat down on the cushion bench seats in the corner of the boat, when Mr. Anderson came out with two giant glasses pena coladas. 

“Wow”, I said to myself. It was no secret that I loved pena coladas. All us kids use to beg our parents to give us sips of it whenever the adults got together for BBQ’s and on the Fourth of July at our lake house. Mr. Anderson use to make them for all the adults like Detroit made cars. 

As he passed me one of the glasses, he remarked , “Now this is just our secret , right Jeffery”? I looked up at him and said, “No problem, I won’t tell a sole”. He held up his glass in the air and proposed a toast. He exclaimed, “ Here’s to my new boat Jeffery, and here’s to you.”

Before we knew it, almost a whole hour had passed as we lounged out on deck sitting next to each other drinking pena coladas and telling jokes. Both of us had already downed three each. While I wasn’t drunk cause of the full meal I had eaten, I wasn’t feeling any pain either. In fact, I felt just perfect --nice and relaxed as a gentle breeze began stirring in the air. Even though I knew my shorts and underwear were dry, I didn’t ask for them. I kind of liked sitting around in nothing but a towel wrapped around me and I was pretty sure Mr. Anderson felt the same way too given he had plenty of extra clothes for himself on-board. 

As we continued talking and telling jokes, I politely asked Mr. Anderson if he would make me one more pena colada. He looked at me and said with a smile, “ Well, OK Jeffery, but are you sure since we got to get up in a few hours and fish, and then you have to make that long drive home?”

I thought about it for a minute and replied, “Well, we’ll fish tomorrow and maybe I’ll just relax afterwards and spend the night again instead of going home-- but only if that’s OK with you and I am not imposing”.

Mr. Anderson face really lit up. I thought for a minute he was going to kiss me. He exclaimed in sure jubilation, “Mind? Heck No!!!! That would be great --I’d love nothing more than for us to hang out together and have you spend the night again, Jeffery. We’ll just hang around on my boat tomorrow and watch TV, fish, swim, and do whatever else we want to. Besides I’m off work all next week and I don’t want to spend the next 9 days by myself.”

He quickly sprang off the bench seat and went inside. When he returned a few minutes later, he held two more full glasses of pena colada in each hand. Only this time when he sat down, he nudged up right against me.

No sooner did we both take a sip when Mr. Anderson rested his left hand on my right thigh. While this startled me, nevertheless, I didn’t flinch. My heart began pounding , but at the same time I enjoyed the feeling of being touched by another male.

As we talked about his new boat again, his hand begin to slowly rub my thigh over the towel which was wrapped around me. Needless to say, I couldn’t control my snake which had now started to grow under my towel. I was sure Mr. Anderson’s snake was growing underneath his towel too.

Only a few moments had lapsed when I closed my eyes and leaned back against the side of the boat. Without a doubt Mr. Anderson not only got the hint that I didn’t mind what he was doing to me, but that in fact, I was enjoying it. 

Suddenly, things got really quite as he began to work his hand more passionately up and down my thigh. My heart was pounding and I was sure his was too.

It wasn’t but a few moments later when he moved his hand up my thigh and onto my stomach. Within seconds, his firm hand was rubbing my smooth teenage chest as I remained seated back with my eyes closed. The feeling was incredible! By now, my cock was throbbing! I just sat there and enjoyed the feeling of all male intimacy. I knew that it was only a matter of time before Mr. Anderson wanted to go further with me. It was then, that I told myself I wouldn’t resist his advances because I had always wanted to have a gay encounter. I just never thought it would be with a man 20 years my senior and a long time family friend at that. But I sure wasn’t complaining.

As the soft breeze blew across our bodies, he gently leaned over and both licked & kissed my right nipple. The sensation drove me off the deep end. I began to squirm as I let out a soft moan in heat. Mr. Anderson knew that he was exciting beyond my wildest imagination. And indeed he was. He was so much hotter and by far more satisfying than any girl I had been with. And the best part of it all was that we were just getting started.

As we both sat there on the bench seat alongside the corner of the boat while he remained leaned over and toyed with my nipple with his tongue & mouth, I wanted to show him my gratitude. So, I raised my right arm and placed it around the back of his neck to let him know that I wanted him just as much as he wanted me. It wasn’t but a few seconds later after I began rubbing the back of his neck when he worked his lips up my chest and onto my neck.