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“I have to say, your ass is looking great in those swim shorts, my boy. How about you head up to the room and get into that big double shower. Keep the shorts on for the time being. I’ll join you once I’ve settled the tab.”
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Gay Boi’s Secrets: It was hard to believe, that I was naked and hard, and that I was staring intently at his incredibly sexy ass and well-formed back and thighs. It felt like a mirage, and yet, I always dreamed of this inevitable moment. For as long as I could remember, we often spent Saturday’s out on his boat fishing. It was always a relaxing time. Mr. Yates, was widowed and a friend of my grandfather. My grandfather thought he might be struggling with loneliness after so many years alone since the death of his wife. It was only natural that he encouraged me to “go fishing” with him. So many Saturdays, were spent together; Mr. Yates and I, and the beautiful sea, and the male camaraderie than comes when guys fish together. And yet, there was “always something different going on as well”. By the time I was 22, I could put it into words, “I was hopelessly infatuated with Mr. Yates.” I think it was my idea first, to strip out of my bathing trunks. If Mr. Yates was unsettled by my gesture, it was not obvious. It felt so liberating to be nude in his presence. I was so hopeful that he was noticing my compact cock and balls, and my round upturned buttocks. We continued to talk and fish together, enjoying one another’s company. He made no mention of my obvious nakedness. I thought I saw him glance once or twice in the direction of my closely cropped blonde pubic hair, and perhaps also when I bend over the side off the boat in anticipation of a “catch”. I was in heaven, naked in front of my Dad, showing him what was his, just for the asking. What seemed like an eternity later, Mr. Yates casually mused, “Mind if I slip these off too, Jimmy…” It was so incredibly sweet; he was asking permission to be nude with me. I thought at that moment he was from a “different generation”; a one in which chivalry was valued. I looked at him in the eye, and held his gaze, as I whispered, “That sounds perfect.” I wanted to address him as Dad, yet hesitated. We did not break eye-contact, as he very slowly slipped his bathing trunks down. As he bend over to release his suit over his feet, my eyes naturally shifted down to his crotch. Dad had a large grey bush that framed his cock. Dad’s cock-head was already a bit swollen. His shaft was of average length and girth and his two well-formed balls, dusted in white hair, hung deliciously down. I was stating at his cock, realising that I had been “waiting a lifetime for this moment”. I could feel the blood rush to my own cock as its girth and length immediately swelled. Mr. Yates watched my eyes appraise his cock. When I looked back up at him, there was a hint of recognition, and yet, he turned and took a few steps away and back, casting his line. The sight of his full soft round ass was as captivating as his cock and ball sac. My eyes traced his intended crack and his perfectly proportioned generous cheeks. My erection continued to grow and was now obvious, as I was thinking about how much I needed to ply his cheeks open and explore his musky male hole. Mr. Yates looked over his shoulder, and saw my erection. His eyes locked with mine, and this time, traveled downward to my erect cock and tight pink smooth balls. I heard him, “You sure this is what you want Sport?” I breathed deeply, he turned a bit in response and I could see that his Dad cock was also swelling and growing, not entirely erect like mine, but nevertheless excited. I responded, “I like when you call me Sport…” Dad continued, this time, cupping his cock for a moment. I continued, “May I call you Dad?”. There was a pause, I was so fucking nervous, yet excited too. Mr. Yates replied, “Sure you can…” And then, those magic words, “…..Son”. I took a step towards him, and in response, Dad turned and took a step towards me. This time he spoke, “You have a great ass Son and a very cute cock”. I laughed. I loved having a “great ass” and a “cute cock” for my Father. I replied, “Thank you Dad, and added, “Your ass turns me on Dad….it is so masculine, so thick….and I really need to sniff, kiss, lick and taste your cock.” We were both smiling now. He reached his forward as did I. “This will be a new beginning for us Son….” Holding hands, feeling the hot sun over my sexually aroused body and taking in the sight of Dad’s sexually aroused cock was momentous.” I could feel my eyes well up with tears. Dad reached forward, wrapping his arms around my torso, and gently kissed my forehead and the wetness around my eyes. “Just the beginning for us, my Sweet sexy Son.” My right hand reached down and I touched his swollen cock head for the first time, as my left hand reached around to fondle his soft cheeks. There was not of the hesitation and anxiety that I felt when I attempted to “reach down my hand down and around” in my stressful dating days with girls. It was so natural and so right. I reached up to kiss him on the lips, and Dad responded enthusiastically, with his sensuous lips, wet tongue, and warm mouth. And so it was, on that fateful afternoon, in the cubby cabin of his vessel, we begin our life together as Dad and Son, pleasuring one another for the first time that afternoon, as we explored our long obvious sexual chemistry and attraction.
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