Into the Sunset

Well, yes it was pretty good, I thought. Fantastic I’d have to think about. But now he had maneuvered under me in the seat at the helm and was lapping me and running his hands all over my torso and fisting my cock and bringing it to life again. Now it was feeling fantastic.

“Cut the engine,” he said, his voice full of lust.

“We’re almost into the mouth of the—”

“Cut the engine unless you want someone on shore to see us fucking.”

I cut the engine and threw the anchor over the side. We were in shallow enough waters now that our position would hold.

He pulled me into the stern, onto the bench seat there. And then he sat on my cock facing me and took my face in his hands and held me in a kiss while he raised and lowered his channel on my cock and rotated his hips and twisted from side to side, sending chills of pleasure through my body and giving me an exotic fuck that I’d never had before. I was pretty much a doggy-position fucker, but he was showing me that there was so much more to the sex act than pumping from behind.