Gay Male / 55
In the summer of 67 I had a job at the marina on the lake. These rich guys had their boats there and part of my job was to help get them out and in the water. The other part of my job is that I liked hanging out in the men's room. The men's room had a trough, and I would stand there and pretend to pee, I put my hands on my hips and stood there with my dick hanging out. The feeling inside of having a man look at my dick made me horny as hell. This one man, he was a retired airline pilot, stood there and stared at my dick while he held his dick in his hand.
I went into a stall and left it unlocked. I saw his shoes walk back and forth in front of the stall several times. When the men's room was empty he knocked and said not here, to follow him out to his boat. He had a nice boat, with a cabin that slept two and small galley. He was on the boat and smiled at me and I smiled back and pretended to go help him with his lines. I told him that I didn't get my lunch break until 12:30, and I usually went around back to have my lunch.
He came around back, in his white pants and blue shirt, he was tanned, with white hair. I got up and went into the shed where the cleaning supplies were kept and he followed in. I got on my knees and took his dick and just swallowed it. He got away and checked the door to see if it was locked and walked back over to me and I got on his dick. I had sucked off some guys before, but this time I wanted it bad, and I wanted him to fuck me.
I took my shoes and pants off and leaned against a shelf. He used his fingers and spit on me and then he got behind me and I got it all, I could feel his dick, he felt huge and I got tears in my eyes, I kept wiping my eyes, he asked me what was going on and I told him to keep going, to just bitch me and not to stop.
That was the high light of that summer, I posed for him, and he took tons of pictures, mostly on his boat. I spent as much time as I could with him, I got to know his dick, I dreamt of his dick and I can still bring up that memory. We fucked a lot on board his boat, he liked me to lay down on the bunk and he would lay on me and work his dick into me and he would reach around and pinch my nipples while he fucked me. It just couldn't get better than that.
At the end of the summer season I continued with school. I kept up with him for several years. Eventually time took him and I had to move on emotionally. Summer of 67 is the feeling, that summer I thought I was just getting banged, but it was my first real relationship.
I went into a stall and left it unlocked. I saw his shoes walk back and forth in front of the stall several times. When the men's room was empty he knocked and said not here, to follow him out to his boat. He had a nice boat, with a cabin that slept two and small galley. He was on the boat and smiled at me and I smiled back and pretended to go help him with his lines. I told him that I didn't get my lunch break until 12:30, and I usually went around back to have my lunch.
He came around back, in his white pants and blue shirt, he was tanned, with white hair. I got up and went into the shed where the cleaning supplies were kept and he followed in. I got on my knees and took his dick and just swallowed it. He got away and checked the door to see if it was locked and walked back over to me and I got on his dick. I had sucked off some guys before, but this time I wanted it bad, and I wanted him to fuck me.
I took my shoes and pants off and leaned against a shelf. He used his fingers and spit on me and then he got behind me and I got it all, I could feel his dick, he felt huge and I got tears in my eyes, I kept wiping my eyes, he asked me what was going on and I told him to keep going, to just bitch me and not to stop.
That was the high light of that summer, I posed for him, and he took tons of pictures, mostly on his boat. I spent as much time as I could with him, I got to know his dick, I dreamt of his dick and I can still bring up that memory. We fucked a lot on board his boat, he liked me to lay down on the bunk and he would lay on me and work his dick into me and he would reach around and pinch my nipples while he fucked me. It just couldn't get better than that.
At the end of the summer season I continued with school. I kept up with him for several years. Eventually time took him and I had to move on emotionally. Summer of 67 is the feeling, that summer I thought I was just getting banged, but it was my first real relationship.
