A Week of Sea and Intrigue, Each Day a Surprise.
Experience by: Paul Lazo Category: Experience + Fiction Date: 02/02/23
What I'm about to tell you happened recently and hasn't happened again, although I confess I would love it to. I hope the day comes when luck puts me in a situation that arouses me so much and for so many days. I won't ramble on, let's get to it.Last summer, my girlfriend suggested spending a week at the beach at her friend's house. It seemed like a good plan, more friends would join, and the one inviting us was seeing a guy from there. They had just started dating and I didn't know him well, but she assured me there would be some alternative activities to not be in the sun all day like a lizard.
On the first day, I realized the mistake. Everyone was eager for the beach and I was bored with so much towel. I told them I was going for a walk to the village but no one joined, so I slung the backpack over my shoulder with the t-shirt, phone, wallet, and a water bottle and walked along the shore until I reached the port.
I walked among the boats for a while, many had left, the sea was flat as a board. If I had one of those boats, I would surely be out at sea too. At the end of the pier, I saw one that caught my eye. It wasn't very big or luxurious but it was all wooden. I decided to approach to see it closer. Upon arrival, I saw a man on board squatting, with half of his body inside a narrow hole, probably fixing some breakdown. He suddenly emerged and as he did, he looked up and caught me staring. He was around 50 years old, in good shape and quite tanned from the sun. In his hands, a wrench and a screwdriver. He stood still, looking at me curiously. Impossible to hide.
- Hi - I said quite embarrassed, standing there like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a car. - Nice boat - I added to finish messing up. It slipped out of my mouth but I felt I had to say something to get out of that uncomfortable situation. It was too late to hide.
- Thank you very much - he quickly replied and after a sigh added - You probably wouldn't think the same if you had to fix all its breakdowns - he said, shading his eyes with his hand to look at me.
He seemed like a nice guy. He stood up and as if I wasn't there, he approached the bridge and pressed a button, several times, without it seeming to do anything.
- Hey, would you mind giving me a hand, it'll only take a second.
So, I found myself suddenly inside the boat, pressing that button every time he asked me to from inside that hole where he was still messing around and not knowing what strange mechanism I should set in motion. The situation seemed quite comical to me. I could only see his butt, bent over as he was, saying from time to time "give it", "don't give it."
I let out a laugh that he heard. He came out and laughed back.
- Don't be a jerk, I know why you're laughing. Give it one more time. To the button - he specified, smiling.
I laughed, pressed again, and a buzzing sound started, like a fan or something.
- Finally! Fixed. You can stop staring at my butt now - he joked to tease me. - Thank you very much, it may seem little to you but you saved me a good while, and with this heat it's appreciated.
I was about to leave the boat and he suddenly added,
- Do you have anything to do now? I was thinking of going for a swim, something quick. Are you up for it?
Of course, I was up for it.
We didn't go far from the port, besides that boat was nice, but not fast. He put on some music and we chatted calmly. He told me he was an architect, and laughing, he confessed that he liked the boat more than sailing, but his family didn't even like the boat, although it was a good excuse to escape from the beach or the pool.
- An expensive excuse - I joked - but if I could, I would do the same as you.
He stopped the engine.
-Into the water- he ordered, while without a second thought he took off his swimsuit and dove into the water naked.
I felt a bit embarrassed. I didn't know if that was what I was supposed to do. He realized it.
-Do what you want- he said from the water - I take it off because it's a pain to be with a wet swimsuit afterwards.-
I undressed and dove headfirst into the water. Before resurfacing, I opened my eyes, looked towards the dark blue bottom, and saw my waist and my penis shining. It was as white in that area as the reflective signs on a road. I resurfaced with a smile.
-What a delight!- I exclaimed without hiding the excitement.
We spent some time in the water until he suggested having a beer. It turns out what he had fixed was a fridge, and he said there was no better way to know if it worked well.
He came out, dried himself with a towel, and left it wrapped around his waist. He handed me another one and I did the same. Between sips, we chatted for a while. I told him I had come there with my girlfriend and some friends, that I was bored at the beach, and that the only guy there seemed to like the beach as much as they did.
-What a shame!- he replied - but I understand. To avoid getting bored, I come here for a while in the afternoons. It's my moment, you know? It's like a vacation within the vacation, and the times I enjoy the most. And mind you, I have a great time with the family. But here, I'm not a father, husband, architect, or anything. Total freedom.- and he interrupted himself - Surely this all sounds like Chinese to you, forget it.
-What happens in Las Vegas stays in Las Vegas- he laughed, with his eyes fixed on mine, he removed the towel from his waist and took a sip of beer.
I choked. I didn't expect that reaction, I wasn't even sure if I was understanding what was happening correctly. I coughed a couple of times and trying to hide my confusion, I asked him if there was time for another dip. He said yes while putting on the dry swimsuit again. I, naked, dove back into the water.
As I swam, I tried to sort out my thoughts. Had he flirted? Or had he removed the towel just to put on the swimsuit? Most likely yes, but his naked image in front of me lifting the beer to his lips... had he noticed that I looked at his penis? I couldn't help it. It was curiosity, the guy did sports because he had a well-worked body, the muscles of his shoulders and chest were defined and his narrow waist hinted at his abs. But what caught my attention, even if only for a moment, a fatal moment because he surely got the wrong impression, was his penis. Slightly larger than mine, also uncircumcised, surrounded by a bit of hair, neatly trimmed.
I grabbed the ladder to get out of the water and discovered it wasn't the best moment. I had gotten an erection without realizing it. What the hell was happening to me? Why was I so excited about that situation? And at the same time, Who says he flirted? Do you want to make a fool of yourself? Do you think this is the same as when you masturbated as a kid with friends watching porn? Those last questions were enough for me to be able to get out of the water without any problems.
The guy was lying in the sun on a large mat at the front of the boat. The bow, I remembered later that it was called. He had opened another beer.
-Take another one if you want- he said without opening his eyes.
I convinced myself that I had built up a tremendous movie in my head. Just as he had done before, I put on the swimsuit, grabbed another beer from the fridge, and lay down on the same mat next to him, but keeping enough distance... I felt a certain relief, but also a strange excitement inside. What would have been wrong with trying something sexual with another guy? Besides, the situation could be just as intriguing for him, I wasn't bad at all, I had been doing sports all my life and knew that people found me handsome. Even more than one guy had flirted with me before, although I didn't show interest in any. Of course, I had never been naked on a boat drinking beers and, as he had said, having a vacation within the vacation.We fell silent. I opened my eyes slightly and glanced at him furtively. He still had his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling gently with his calm breathing. My eyes passed over his abdomen and like a kid who knows he's doing something forbidden, I looked below the waistband of his swimsuit to discover that his package was noticeably bulging. I closed my eyes, my penis started to rise. In five seconds, I could feel it pushing the fabric of the swimsuit.
- Don't let him notice, please. Don't let him notice - I pleaded as I opened my eyes again more carefully than before, to find that it was already too late. Indeed, he had noticed. He was looking at me and smiling. There was nothing to do. Impossible to hide.
- Well, well, look at us - And he said it so naturally and humorously that my heart, which was about to escape from my chest, regained its normal beat.
- Don't worry - he added, closing his eyes again - Rarely do I come alone and don't end up jerking off.
It was time to do my part and not look like a kid.
- Go ahead, it's your boat - I replied without moving - I won't see anything I haven't done before - and I smiled, trying not to let my lip tremble, pretending to be calm that had definitely gone overboard.
He sat up slightly and turned his head from side to side to check that there were no other boats nearby. Satisfied, he lay back down and started to stroke his package over the swimsuit. He opened