Boating Off Nantucet

The Sundancer 370 was cruising westward off Nantucket at a leisurely 15 knots. Ahead but out of sight is the tip of Long Island. A mild breeze was blowing from the east. White caps were visible far to the south. Gulls glided over the water, their shril cries racing through the air.

There was tension in the air between my new friend David and me. As I watched him navigate, emotions that I hadn't felt until that moment stirred deep in my soul.

We had met at a baseball field back in mid May two months ago. I had played shortstop that afternoon while he played first base. Anyway we had engaged each other in chit chat after the game and hit it off.

Having bonded over baseball, we started hanging out fairly regularily with each other. Our bond strengthened over time as we chatted about everything and nothing. While many topics were trivial some gave insight into the other's personality.

He had talked about a girl named Sarah whom he had met at his brother's wedding a year ago. Though he mentioned that the relationship had it's ups and downs, he said nothing those past several weeks to make me think that he wanted to get out of it.

The plan that moment in mid July was to bring the boat back to the marina on the north shore then spend time on the beach.

David in swim trunks is a spectacular sight to behold. His body is toned. Light-brown hair frames his diamond-shaped face and blue eyes. His full lips are so kissable. He just dosen't know it yet.

"How long have you had the boat," I asked.

"It belongs to my dad. He lets me borrow it."

"Would you consider getting a boat of your own?"

"I can't afford one right now. It's like buying a house."

I nodded.

He changed the topic of conversation.

"My relationship with Sarah dosen't feel right. It feels as though I don't belong in it."

He Dosen't belong in it?

"What do you guys like to do together?"

"Watch movies, Monday night art class," he replied. "I don't miss her company when I'm not with her."

He might be gay. Then again he may just want a different girl.

His reasons that he gave made me want him even more. I hated the possibility that I couldn't have him.

It was at that instant as we came within 50 miles of the marina on the north shore that I came out to him.

He didn't reply.

I added that "I've known for a long time."

"I'm glad you trusted me with that information."

Several minutes passed in silence after my revelation.

I moved to a seat closer to him.

Our eyes met, albeit briefly.

"Tell me about your taste in men."

"What's there to tell? I'm not fussy."

"Do you like tall dudes?"

The question hung in the air between us for two seconds.

"Any man who would have me," I finally replied.

A six-footer, David is three inches taller than me.

"I've never had a gay friend. It dosen't feel different than having a straight friend."

"Gay guys always want more than friendship."

He didn't reply. Maybe he thinks I meant gays in general.

I actually meant that I want to be his boyfriend.

"Do you ever consider breaking up with Sarah?"

He didn't reply.

I spoke about my first crush, Mike Tench in highschool.

"Did you kiss him?"

"No, I didn't want to risk the friendship."

The conversation took another turn. An avid Yankee fan, he remarked that "the team has 30 consecutive winning seasons."

"Impressive in a way," I replied then asked, "how many of those years saw them in the playoffs."

I had never met Sarah and he didn't say too much about her. I wanted her to mean nothing to him.

The feelings for David were growing stronger making me want to kiss him. Though we had only known each other for two months the thought of losing another friend terrified me. That possiility hung in the air.

It's worth the risk.

I leaned in giving him a tentative kiss on his cheek then quicky retreated. He responded by pressing his lips against mine as he cupped my cheeks. The kiss released pent up passion. His lips tasted of beer. His touch was soft.

"Did you and Sarah ever do it on the boat?"

The question made him chuckle.

After a second I added, "let's do it."

We leaned into another kiss, this one deep. Hands roamed finding each other's manhood.

I felt my organ becoming stiff making a tent in my trunks. We shed clothes on the deck and lay on the port side bed. I grunted softly as my ass felt him penetrating.

It was over within minutes. My ejaculate had left a small puddle on the cushion. David had backed away. His dick brushed my thigh as his thumb tracked small circles.

"Let's take a dip."

I liked his suggestion and jumped nude off the stern. He followed me into the water.

After a few minutes in the ocean we climbed back onto the boat.

He spoke freely and candidly. "I don't know about you but the thought of coming out to my parents scares me."

"They'll accept you. I came out when I was 17 right around the time I had my crush on Michael."

"You said you never kissed him."

"I didn't kiss him but I kissed a boy that summer at a gay support group."

The sun was very low when we came back to my apartment in West Babalon. I recognized a resident of the building and stopped to chat. I also introduced David, just not as my boyfriend.

As we came inside and settled into livingroom chairs a question was on David's mind.

"Out with it," I demanded.

"Are you ashamed to have me as a boyfriend?"

"No why," I asked.

"The way you introduced me," he replied.

I defended my decision. " Joan McGill is a very judgemental person. I don't want to deal with her attitude."

He nodded.

We closed the distance between us. He pressed his lips against my lips and draped his arms over my shoulders. My hands found his waist as the kiss deepened.