The slight jerking motion of the boat, as it tugged up against its' mooring lines, awakened me. Wet gray light filtered through the thin nylon curtains which covered the two small portholes in the bow of the boat. It was one of those chilly wet winter mornings that are common along the coast.
The not quite double bed-sized bunk, across the front of the cabin, was a little cramped for the two of us, but it was a nice morning for snuggling so I pulled the covers up over my shoulders and snuggled closer to Walt.
Yesterday afternoon, on the spur of the moment, Walt and I decided to spend the night on our boat. We weren't planning on taking it out, but if the weather remained good we might just take a turn around the bay. The rain beating on the deck over head stifled that idea.
Walt stirred as I snuggled closer to his warm body. I turned onto my side and gave him a soft kiss on his bristly cheek then I laid back with my head next to his. We lay quietly for a few minutes until Walt turned onto his side. He kissed my cheek and our mouths met in a hungry kiss. I could feel his dick pressing against my thigh.
Without breaking our kiss, I pushed him back onto his back and rolled myself up on my side. His sensitive nipples leaped to hard little points as I rubbed my hand over his hairy chest. My hand slipped down across his stomach to his crotch. He spread his thighs slightly as my hand cupped his warm furry balls.
"Oh, gawd, Paulie, that feels good." I was gently rubbing his walnut sized nuts around in their furry sac.
My hand moved up and my fingers wrapped around his dick. It filled my hand. "Hmm, you must be glad to see me."
Walt laughed and pushed himself into a sitting position, "Oh, geez, Paulie, you know that's just a piss hard-on." He swung his leg over me. As he did so, his cock and ball sac dragged across my belly. He stood beside the bunk, "I've got to go pee."
"Hurry back." I admired his butt as he walked across the cabin to the passageway which led to the stern of our cabin cruiser. A glow of a lamp and the whine of a blower preceded the click of the door to the small head.