Mr Anderson's New Houseboat.

It wasn’t but a couple of seconds later when he placed his lips on the back of my neck and kissed it while he rubbed my ass with one hand at the same time. 

All of a sudden, things got really quite as I closed my eyes and just mellowed at the beautiful touch of his lips and fingers.

Mr. Anderson kissed his way slowly done my spin until he reached the crack of my ass. Within seconds, I felt his wonderful warm tongue begin to softly lick my hole. Again, Mr. Anderson had taken me to a new high in all male intimacy. The feeling made me so hot & horny that I began pumping the cushion of the bench seats as he worked his tongue in and out of my hole. Within seconds , Mr. Anderson was eating me out with such vigor and passion , I thought I was going to pass out from the incredible stimulation. 

Just about the time I could no longer resist his cunning foreplay and desperately wanted to feel his dick in my ass, Mr. Anderson said, “ Jeffery, wait here , let me go inside and get some baby lotion I have in the cabinet”.

Once he said that, I knew right away he wasn’t going inside to hunt down some baby lotion so he could just put it on me to protect my ass from diaper rash.

As I remained on my stomach while he went inside the cabin, I wondered in my mind how he was going to fuck me. Were we going to do it doggie style or was he going to lay me flat on my stomach and mount me? I had seen a ton of pictures of gay guys fucking on the Internet and had a pretty good idea of the positions they fucked in. Actually, I was kind of hoping that Mr. Anderson would lay on top of me and fuck me missionary style like he had probably done to his X-wife a thousand times. 

As it turned out , when he came back, he helped me to my feet holding the bottle of lotion in his hand. We lovingly embraced one another as we deep frenched. While Mr. Anderson kissed me ever so passionately , he popped the cap with his hands wrapped around my back and poured a gob on his fingers. Without ever parting our lips he dropped his hand until it reached the crack of my ass. Slowly he placed his fingers in my crack and rubbed the lotion all over my hole. 

Once he was satisfied that he had smeared enough of it on me, gradually, I could feel one of his fingers enter my hole. It felt so good as I parted my lips from his momentary and let out a soft moan of gratification. 

No sooner had I moaned out when we went back to kissing me and a second finger entered me followed by a third. I allowed Mr. Anderson finger me as much as he wanted because we were both loving every second of it. But I also knew he was prepping me so that my boy pussy would accept his penis with the least little pain as possible.

I knew it was my destiny to lose my virginity to Mr. Anderson that night and I was certainly willing to graciously participate in the divine sacrament between us that was about to occur. 

After Mr. Anderson had comfortably squeezed a third finger up my hole which was now craving his hot mature cock, slowly he parted his lips from mine and looked me deep in my eyes with unabridged passion. As we remained fully embraced, a light breeze blew across our naked bodies. A dainty smile resonated on his face as he took my hand and squeezed a gob of baby lotion all over my fingers. 

Instinctively, I knew Mr. Anderson wanted me to stroke the innocent smelling lubricant over his cock as part of the prelude to the deeply religious experience we were about to share.

No sooner did I slowly lower my hand and begin to stroke the lotion all over his throbbing piece of meat, when he let out a soft moan of gratification. He was so rock hard and stimulated, I thought his cock was going explode. 

Once I had thoroughly lubbed Mr. Anderson up , he slowly turned me around so that my back was facing him. He came up from behind me and placed both hands around my chest, and softly squeezed my nipples. The sensation made me so hot & horny, I reached my hand around so I could feel his throbbing cock one more time before he inserted it into me. 

And then, it happened. Mr. Anderson slowly placed one of his hands behind my neck and gently bent me over until both my hands touched the side of his boat. Once I had grabbed onto the rail, he helped me spread my legs as wide as I could. Only a couple of seconds had passed when he placed his hands firmly on my hips, bent his knees slightly and inserted his cock into my crack. Instantly, I could feel his cockhead touch my opening. It was at this point I realized I was within seconds of losing my boyhood cherry forever. 

Then Mr. Anderson exclaimed, “Oh Jeffery, I love you much,” as his cock nudged forward and penetrated my opening.

At that very instant, an incredibly sharp pain rocketed through my entire body. I lunged forward and let out an awful squeal. Mr. Anderson squeezed my hips with his firm hands and exclaimed, “Jeffery--just try and relax-- it always hurts when you get your cherry popped, sweetboy---I’ll just hold it in you here for awhile until it feels more comfortable.” 

While Mr. Anderson’s words helped calm me , nevertheless the pain still hurt like hell. I had seen pictures of guys getting fucked for the first time and I knew that it was agonizing experience just by their facial expressions.

After a few seconds, I could feel his cock begin to work its way into me. The pain was so brutal that I bellowed out loud as tears filled my eyes. I felt like I was literally being ripped apart. While I realized there was nothing Mr. Anderson could do to help me, by the same token, I felt a sense that Mr. Anderson loved knowing he was the one that I had chosen to pop my cherry. 

Mr. Anderson then softy said, “Jeffery squeeze the handrails as hard as you can, sweetboy”. 

No sooner did I bite my lip and clasped the handrail as hard as I could when I could feel his cock go all the way in me. Mr. Anderson exclaimed, “ There now-- that wasn’t so bad, sweetboy--let’s just hold it here a bit.” 

Once Mr. Anderson felt my body calm and my heavy breathing subside after almost two minutes, slowly he began to pump me. After the fourth thrust he exclaimed, Oh Jeffery ---you feel so good--so damn tight---I just love it--I could do this forever with you. 

While I was still in a tremendous amount of pain, I didn’t even flinch and allowed him to pump me cause I knew I was giving him a dream of a lifetime. 

Just as Mr. Anderson worked his cock into a steady rhythm (of sliding it in and out of my hole), he exclaimed in a soft tone, “OH Jeffery, I want this to last for a while--I love having my dick inside your hot ass like this and I don’t want to cum just yet.”

Suddenly, he stopped. He removed his hands from the sides of my waist with his cock still deep inside me and wrapped them around my stomach. He told me to let go of the handrails as he carefully straightened me upright. From that point, he rubbed his hands up my stomach ever so tenderly and lovingly until they both rested squarely on my chest. 

By now I was feeling much better. My hole was beginning to acclimate itself with his cock and the feeling of his warm masculine hands rubbing their way up my smooth firm body was so damn hot and erotic. 

I wondered in the back of my mind if Mr. Anderson ever stood behind his wife like he was doing to me-- with his cock deep up her hole. I also wondered just how much Mrs. Anderson probably missed it too. I know I would have , had I’d been her. 

But I also knew that there was no way Mrs. Anderson could have ever turned Mr. Anderson on like I did. Because, after all, Mr. Anderson was a gay man who had lived his life in the closet for the most part, and was now really enjoying who he was now. And I knew that I was always the person he really wanted most. 

No sooner had these thoughts raced across my mind when I could feel his fingers pinch both my nipples. The feeling was extraordinary as I let out a soft pleasurable moan in heat. As he continued to both play and pinch them, he began planting soft kisses all over my neck. By now, I was so mesmerized , I moaned out, “Oh God I love this--please don’t ever stop”. 

I literally thought I had died and gone to heaven. “How could gay sex be his good and hot?”, I thought to myself. Mr. Anderson was such a passionate lover and I was now totally in love with him. I felt so comfortable having sex with him-especially the kind of sex and romance he was performing on me. 

Just when I didn’t think it could get any better, it did. Mr. Anderson placed his wet tongue deep in my ear and began licking me. This sensation turned me on so much that I began to rock up and down slightly on his cock. 

He had definitely taken me to a new dimension in all male intimacy and I was loving every second of it. And no sooner did he work his warm wet tongue into my ear when he lowered his right hand and grabbed my cock. He took his tongue out of my ear for just a second and exclaimed, “ Now let me jack you off Jeffery, cause I want you to cum for me”, as he inserted his tongue back into it and pinched my nipple with his left hand.

I could believe how good all of this felt. Here Mr. Anderson had his tongue in my ear, his dick up my ass, while he pinched my nipple with one hand and jacked me off at the same time with the other. Now I knew I was heaven as I just stood there and enjoyed the entire extraordinary experience. 

I loved having another man jack me off. I had beat-my-meat many of times. But having someone else jack me off was incredible. It wasn’t but about three minutes later , when I could feel myself want to cum. Mr. Anderson could instinctively sense this and increased his hand speed across my shaft & cockhead. 

I moaned out that I was going cum. Mr. Anderson was so excited by my cries of passion, he removed his tongue from my ear and began sucking on my neck. I knew he was in the process of giving me a giant hickey , but I didn’t care. I told myself I would deal with the consequences later. But for now, all I wanted was for Mr. Anderson to get me as hot as he could even if it was for just a few seconds before I shot my load. 

It wasn’t but a few seconds after that when I could feel my nuts popping. I held it as long as I could and then moaned out, “ Oh God--I’m cumming I’m cumming,” cause I knew Mr. Anderson loved hearing my cries of heated passion. 

I took one last breath and suddenly released my nuts as cum sprayed all over the side of Mr. Anderson’s boat. When about the fourth wave shot out of me, Mr. Anderson pumped my hole to reassure me that his cock was still rock hard and buried deep inside me. 

As I stood there catching my breath while the final droplets of cum oozed out, Mr. Anderson then placed his lips on the left side of my neck . And like he done to my right side, he sucked my neck ever so lovingly so as to place another one of his giant trademark hickeys on me. 

Once my body had fully calmed and Mr. Anderson had finished sucking my neck, very calmly he removed his hand from my cock and placed it back behind my neck. Slowly he bent me back over with his dick still buried deep up by hole, placed his hands back on my hips and slowly began to pump me for yet a second time. 

By now his cock was starting to feel good. My hole had adjusted to his dick really nicely and Mr. Anderson could tell that I was starting to get the hang of it. 

Again, I wondered what my mom would think if she only knew that I was getting fucked over the side of a boat by her longtime neighbor and friend.

It wasn’t but about a full minute later when Mr. Anderson began to go full throttle as I could feel him pump me faster and faster. As he struggled to catch his breath, he exclaimed in delight, “ Oh Jeffery--you feel so good--so very tight--you are giving me a great work out,” as his cock continued to thrash my hole.

I replied back, “ Well I love this too--go faster,” as I gave Mr. Anderson a moan of pleasure.

My statement really excited him and before I knew it, he was pumping me for all it was worth. His cock was really beginning to feel good now and I told him how much I loved what we were doing.

Mr. Anderson exclaimed , “I know , I know , Jeffery--this feels so damn good--I’m going to cum in a second”.

With that, he pumped me about ten more times and then thrust his hips forward has hard as he could. No sooner had he done that when he exclaimed, “Oh Jeffery , I cumming"”. 

I knew at that point Mr. Anderson was ejecting me with his nectar as he struggled to catch his breath. I didn’t want to take away the thrill of cumming inside me, so I remained perfectly still until he finally came back down to earth.

Once he began to go soft he pulled out of me , turned me around and frenched me as hard as he could. He exclaimed in excitement, “Jeffery, that was so hot--I’ve never done anything like that---God that felt so good!”

I looked Mr. Anderson in his pretty hazel eyes and said, “ Well I really enjoyed that too--can we do it again sometime?”

Mr. Anderson replied sarcastically, “Sometime? How about tomorrow?”

I placed my hand around Mr. Anderson neck and drew his head forward until his lips touched mine. Then I opened my mouth and drove my tongue deep into his. Afterwards I looked him again his eyes with love and replied, “Sure, why not”.