An Erotic Pic 1k Entry: Thursday Afternoon by Naomi Shaw - 06/30/2012

An Erotic Picture Worth A Thousand Words: June Entry

“Ahoy there!” The voice came from one of the boats moored up on the lake.


“Ahoy.” Drew waved and called back to the man on his boat. He had no idea of his name, but usually saw him there on a Thursday afternoon. Drew always spent his afternoon off at the lake. Always being keen on boats, he longed for a time that he could have his own.

“I’ve seen you here often; do you want to come aboard?”

Drew did not wait for a second invitation. “Thanks.” He quickly climbed aboard and introduced himself. “I’m Drew. I like to spend my afternoons off here. I often see you.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen you on a few occasions too. I’m Andy, and every chance I get I’m down here. Hey, I’m going to take her out in a few minutes, fancy a sail?”

“Wonderful. Hey, let me help you with that.”

Andy grabbed hold of the heavy rope that tethered the boat and began unwinding from the pole to set the boat free. Drew helped him. The rope felt rough and heavy. Occasionally, their hands touched, and tingles went through him. A flush rose in his cheeks, and he wondered whether Andy realised a lot of the time he visited the lake was in the hopes of seeing him.

Andy turned and gave Drew a soft smile. Almost coy, with a look that told Drew, don’t worry, I know.

Neither wore shirts and the June sun shone down hot on their bodies.

“We chose a good day for a sail,” Andy commented. “Once we’ve got going we can do some sunbathing.”

“That sounds good to me.” Both men took off their shoes.

Drew’s eyes travelled the length of Andy’s tanned torso.

He admired the taut muscles and imagined himself slowly stroking them. Then his eyes rested further down Andy’s body on his crotch. The jeans were very tight, and he noticed the outline of his cock that seemed to grow as he watched.

Suddenly Andy met his gaze. “Admiring the goods are you?” he laughed. “Come here.”

Drew moved closer to him at the edge of the deck, but tripped and almost fell. Andy caught hold of him. Drew grabbed hold of his shoulders, almost sending Andy overboard. Both laughed for a minute, and then an awkward hush fell between them.

Andy grazed his fingertips down the muscled contours of Drew’s back, and Drew kissed him softly on the lips.

“Oh, I’m sorry; I don’t know what came over me.” Drew blushed, embarrassed.

“Hey, don’t be,” Andy reassured him. “I always watch out for you too.” He took Drew’s face between his hands and kissed him again, this time pushing his tongue between Drew’s lips and tasting the inside of his mouth. He twirled his tongue around Drew’s who moaned in approval.

After what seemed an eternity, the two came up for air. Drew put his arms around Andy and they rolled onto the deck. Andy took Drew’s hand placing it on the hardness that tried to break free of his tight jeans.

“Feel this,” he said. “This is the effect you have on me.”

“Funny, I seem to have the same problem.”

Drew ran his hand over Andy’s hard lump, gently fondling it. The more he rubbed, the harder his own cock got. He quickly unzipped himself and lifted his cock.

“Seems like my beast needs some air,” he said to Andy, who immediately put his hand down and wound his fingers around the throbbing arousal.

With his other hand, Andy freed his own hardness. He kissed Drew again. “I’m so glad you were here this afternoon. I hoped you would be around.” He laid his head on Drew’s chest and flicked his tongue out. Sensually, he drew circles around Drew’s nipples and nibbled on them.

“You taste lovely. I want to taste more of you.” He slid down Drew’s body and lifted his hardness. Slowly teasing the length of the shaft, his tongue wound around Drew’s cock and took the head between his lips.

Drew groaned. His body twisted, his eyelids fluttered and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Andy pulled back for a moment and glanced up at Drew’s contorted face. He ran a finger gently along the dark vein on the underside of his pulsing cock. A dewdrop of precum appeared on the purple helmet, which he gathered up with his forefinger. He made sure Drew watched him suck his finger very slowly.

“Mmmm.”

He took the whole of Drew’s cock into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. Then reached up and grasped hold of Drew’s hands. He bobbed faster and built up a rhythm sucking Drew.

Drew twisted and arched his body. He groaned and panted, “Yes, yes, more, more.”

Andy grunted with his mouth full of cock. His bobbing increased. He almost gagged as he took it to the back of his throat.

Shivers ran through Drew at an alarming rate, tingles reaching every point in his body from fingertips to toes. Sweat ran down his body. Suddenly he cried out, “I’m gonna cum!”

His cock swelled, and he cried out as thick, briny cum shot down Andy’s throat.

“Oh, Babe, yes” Andy let the liquid slide down and smacked his lips. “Let me give you something in return.” He sat up and pulled Drew’s jeans and shorts down. “Turn over, Babe.”

Drew turned onto his stomach, and Andy sat astride him and fondled his butt. “You have a great body,” he said.

Andy gently separated the cheeks and ran the tip of his tongue in between. He followed through with a finger and touched the puckered, dark hole that he so desired. He pushed the tip of a finger just inside the dark warmth, and turned it slightly.

The nerve endings between Drew’s cheeks stood to attention and tingles travelled down his spine. He went up on all fours, and Andy pushed in further.

“Hurry up and fuck me,” he yelled. He reached down to his cock and coaxed it into renewed hardness.

“Your wish is my command.” Andy got on his knees, moved closer to Drew, parted his cheeks and sank into the darkness. He started to build up a rhythm, slowly at first and then rode him faster, sweat running down him.

“Give it to me!”

“You betcha,” panted Andy in a frenzy, his balls slapping against Drew. Suddenly he felt them tighten and grabbed hold of Drew. He lay on top of his back and filled Drew with his thick cum. He kissed the back of Drew’s neck and said, “Promise you’ll be here next Thursday afternoon.”

“Every Thursday afternoon.”

An Erotic Pic 1k Entry: Astern by Sol - 06/13/2012

An Erotic Picture Worth A Thousand Words Contest: June Entry

“I am going to prove to you I can make anything hot.”

            “What?” I look up from my canvas, spattered and bewildered.

            “Hot. Awesome. Anything. You will want to fuck there,” he promises, and I pick a fleck of paint from my curls. Blue against dark brown; not the best of looks.

            “What did you have in mind?”

            “Landfill site.” He grins at my stare. “Not really. The pond.”

            “As in the one covered in kids and toy boats?”

            “As in the one that’s closed right now.”

            “What?” I look outside, surprised by the dusk. I’ve been working for hours, throwing paint in bursts and thick brushes. Beside me there’s a single blob of scarlet floating in cold tea. Ahead…

            …He’s dark haired too, but that’s the only part of him that’s straight. I fucking love that. He’s wearing our usual: jeans, a white shirt – pristine, unlike mine – flip flops. Good build: the gym is one of “our” times. He’s looking at me with bright blue eyes and a grin that’d melt granite… and above all, a bulge in his jeans. I can’t refuse that, ever. I lay down my brush. “Challenge accepted.”

            “Great.” He takes my hand, snatches up keys and crams them into his pocket (I’m always surprised there’s room), and we head down the stairs to the front door. He grabs a black carrier bag too, but doesn’t say anything about it; instead he chats happily about what he’s seen while I’ve been working. I let it wash over me, all the while looking at his cock, watching it stiffen under his jeans. Then I’m sure: whatever he’s got planned, it’ll be good. I feel myself grow hard, too.

            We stop just by the gate – locked, of course, but that doesn’t faze him. He looks at the brickwork either side, then at me, then back at the wrought iron gate; then he shrugs, “Not too hard,” and he’s up it like a squirrel, his ass bunching tight under his jeans. I look through the gate. There’s only dark for a moment, until suddenly there’s a blur of blue and pale, and he’s standing on the other side. He reaches through the bars, hands cupping my jaw, pulls me close, kisses me hard. He tastes of coffee. I can feel his cock through his jeans, twinning my own. I’m breathless when I pull away and start up the gate, and not from the climb.

            The bars are firm under my sneakers. It’s one of those Victorian ones, you know, made in a more socially innocent time, and easy even for me. The ground is loam under my feet, dry, and it thumps softly as I land. Now we’re alone in the dusk, he takes my hand, leading me: his grip is dry and firm. I think of it around my cock, can’t help it... but it fades when I look ahead. Bobbing inanely are three white pedalboats. Then I know.

            “You are joking.”

            His grin flashes like limelight. “Nope. Come along, Pond.” He jogs over to the middle one. “Hop in,” he continues, and I go, but grumbling. There’s a small puddle of water on the floor under my set of pedals. I try not to look at it. Instead, I watch him as he pulls apart the loose coils of rope, and leaps in with an easy grace. “Right. We’re aiming for the middle.” He points, and we start. It doesn’t take long. For a moment there’s only the low lapping splash of water, and that lulls me a little. Then even that stops, and there are only our breaths, loud to me now.

He pulls himself up, sitting on the back, and pulls off his shirt with an easy stretch. “Come join me.” It’s not a request. I’m up before I think. He unbuttons my shirt with a practiced ease, casually brushing my nipple, grinning at my shiver. He pulls me back and we lie down together, belly to belly. The warmth is at odds with the air, but I like it, the contrast, I like it a lot. I let out a low moan that echoes across the water, cut short by another kiss, this one much harder. His hand snakes around my throat. The moon breaks through clouds, spilling light on us like semen. We’re both smiling, both hard. I let out a laugh at the absurdity of it. So does he. It echoes the waves that hiccup beneath us.

            “Remember that bag?”

            “Yes.”

            “We’re going to use what’s inside.”

            “Fuck.”

            “Just so.” He snakes back into the seat, reaches down. “Take off your jeans. There’s only us,” he adds, killing my glance around. “But I think you’d like it if there wasn’t.”

            He knows me. I love the thought that someone is enjoying this as much as me. I tug them off, pants too, shivering a little in the cool, naked and floating. I look up, then down with a start: he’s strapping on a thigh dildo, thick and short, much like his cock. Just as casually, he lubes it up with one hand, beckons with the other.

            I carefully clamber down, and on the way he tilts his head back, licks my shaft. This time my moan bounces back from the shore. I need him, suddenly: I straddle him, ease myself down, hands dry and trembling on bare muscled shoulders. It’s an agony of joy, even after all this time – I’ve worked to keep it that way. I rest for a moment when it’s all the way in, pebbledashed, full, still hungry. There’s a faint scrape of stubble as he shifts to my ear. “Ready?” he murmurs, and I nod, even though I’m not sure for what. I don’t care. My cock feels like it’s made of magma. I grip his with both hands. He mirrors me. I feel his legs swing forward, and settle, and then they move.

And so do we.

And so does the cock in my ass.

An Erotic Pic 1k Entry: Just Like by Kelly Nolan - 06/11/2012

An Erotic Picture Worth A Thousand Words Contest: June 2012

More and more, I found myself going out alone in the boat.


There were colors, hazy dreams. I thought about it, about moving. It wasn’t easy being me. Not here. Maybe if I lived in California. The town, Crane Lake where the men wear proper attire, plaid, that’s where I lived. Hated it. Here I was today, shirtless, bare toes, tight, black jeans, no one to share the beautiful, the sparkling water, the soft breeze, my pulsating, demanding libido. Mirage then just off the port side of the bow — had to be. Feeling foolish, I hurried over. Did I see someone there, or was it the desperate desire of wanting to see someone? Surely this was my twin emerging from the blue, climbing into the skiff. Me, yet, not me. His face was different, the color of his eyes blue; mine were hazel.


“Hiya,” he said. He was on board now, standing up. Imagination, sure it was. He was bare feet, tight black jeans and naught else just like me.


“Yeah, do I know you?”


“Not exactly, but you’re going to want to.” He brushed back his dark hair, dark like mine. His lovely smile given freely without reservation, jeans rode low on his hips, flat bellied, tawny cat body, muscled yet lithe, youthful. I was twenty, was he the same? Was I that sexy? Eyes invited. Made me feel like perhaps I was. Sexy, I mean.


“Where did you come from? Swim from shore? A boat?” I scanned the lake – notta!


“Your imagination.”


“Right, this is a dream – yeah.”


“I’m an angel.”


“Sure you are.”


He stepped closer, I remained where I was, the boat shifted under us, he fell against me maybe on purpose. Maybe I didn’t mind so much.


“Your answer is incorrect,” he said, his face inches from mine, “I’m you.”


“Ok, this is stupid, but,” my finger traced my jawline, “I’ll play along,” I said, “Why not.”


“Do you remember who you were before the world told you who to be?”


A hint of musk, a whisper just there on the wind, perhaps from his skin. His fingers were cool against my face.


“This isn’t right,” I said.


“Because...”


“Because if you ARE an angel aren’t you supposed to be holy and pure or something?”


“I’m here to teach you to stop being afraid.”


“How?”


“By being yourself openly in this place with me. Love yourself freely without judgement.”


“I’m having a lot of trouble doing that, spirit. See, saying you are an angel is a mistake, by the way. Makes me feel like I am in church and I need to clamp my legs together.” He ran his hands over his own chest, jutted his chin out at me. He did the puppy dog eyes that got to me. Then I laughed.


“I left my wings at home.” He stopped talking at that point, leaned forward and nuzzled my face, outlined my contours as if he were painting a picture of me with his lips; deep intake of breath- mine.


“I’m afraid of you.”


“That’s my point. Hmmmmm?” He entwined his fingers with mine.


“What if this is all in my head?”


“Does that really matter? Does that make it any less real?” Finger in my belt loop tugging, sliding denim even further down past my hip line. He dropped to his knees and blew hot air into the front of my trousers against my sleeping lad.


“You’re scaring the hell out of me. What if someone sees us?” I glanced around nervously. Some old Minnesota fisherman going get a big surprise.


“Kiss me.”


I couldn’t resist, could I? I cat-nuzzled at first, then gave a wet, sloppy open-mouthed kiss. I was a hungry boy. He lifted my hand to his mouth, gently fellated my middle finger while he regarded my eyes. He unbuttoned and unzipped himself, dared me with his teasing look. I couldn’t drop to my knees fast enough; nothing underneath those jeans but bare skin. Just like me, I freed his member.


He was Uncircumcised. I began a naughty descent, rolling his foreskin up his shaft, back over the glands to my waiting mouth. He rocked contented on the balls of his feet, his fingers mussing my hair playfully. I rested my hand on his belly. Then, ran my tongue under the lip of his foreskin held in place by my fingers, roaming the circumference, savoring the tang flavor. I always wanted to try one of those.


I made up for my lack of education with enthusiasm, gentle Indian sunburn massage with my right hand while my mouth descended stem to stern, throat slack and hungry for it all the way down to the root, while I cupped his warm balls. My mouth face to face with his groin, he was deep in my throat, I flicked my tongue out for a minute of awe. My muscles contracted on his enormous boy, filthy ascent listening to him moan, several solid minutes of up and down before he said,


“I’m being selfish.” He tilted my head up, his twinkled eyes reflected my two tiny pictures both considering, anticipating.


“Not at all.”


I talked to him with my eyes. We both started to laugh. It was good then – the feeling. He pulled me to my feet. We encircled each other’s waist with our arms, his Lee’s were open, slipping off; we kissed.


I ran my nose along his chin, he purred. My lips found his, I teased with the lightest pressure. He kissed the tip of my nose – I loved that. He playfully wrestled me to the deck, made me feel like a child. We laughed, kissed, and hugged. We paused to feel his breath going into my mouth, mine into his. His skin was barely touching mine, where our lips met so that the scintillating touch was electric. I can’t explain in words what this made me feel – the universe opened.


The resistance fell away. I turned the key and the door opened. I kissed my way down his body until my mouth found what I was searching for – it sprang to life beneath my nurturing. We were head to feet supine, and he unzipped me as well. I already had his erection in my mouth, worshipped phallic dance that I performed as he matched me, took me into his mouth as the boat rocked us. Self love – rhythm. I Couldn’t take it fast enough, his slick hot silk, pumped, rocket hard as I gulped down his and he gulped down mine.


Our eager mouths and throats were open to experience. I loved me at last and him. Was there a difference, going faster, hearts raced, tantric crescendo, chakras energized, we exploded into cosmic orgasm together? I can’t speak for him, but I left my body. That was a week ago. What a surprise, turned out he lived on the lake and had been watching me. He was still my angel.

An Erotic Pic 1k Entry: Christopher's Summer of Love by Suzzana C. Ryan - 05/28/2012

An Erotic Picture Worth A Thousand Words Contest: June 2012

Damn if I knew what happened the summer I turned eighteen. All I can remember was how lean and beautiful he was. Dark hair, slim athletic body and a cock that made any man’s mouth water. It was my first summer away from home and at eighteen, what can I say I was a late bloomer. Check that in all areas of my life.


Max Jenkins was twenty and gorgeous. The guy had every girl at the summer camp we worked at sniffing around him. He seemed to genuinely enjoy the attention of the girls, and he was touchy feely with them. I never saw him display any affection for any of the guys. His attraction was center all on me. I liked the girls, sure, but preferred the company of guys, manly guys, rugged types, ones much like myself.

I was always big for my age, over six foot by the time I was sixteen, all muscle and brawn. I wasn’t bad looking, but I wasn’t pretty boyish, like Max. Damn, he was a looker. Before Max, I never thought much about sex. Jacked off as soon as I discovered I had dick, never thought about it. And never thought about doing it with another guy. For that matter never thought about doing it with a girl either. Women, well they kind of scared me, too delicate, too small, not what I wanted to touch or feel. Can any of you relate? Therefore, when Max came along and showed me some interest I became interested and turned on. Now I could think of doing Max, fucking him. Here’s how it all went down;

We’d all went swimming, it was one of the hottest July’s on record. The girls, all shapes and sizes, wore their bathing suits, one pieces, two pieces and some had on bikinis. Most of the guys wore cutoff jeans and the boxy kind of swimsuits. All except Max, he had a European style on, a small, tight and low cut number. Damn you could see his balls and cock right through the thing. The girls giggled and many of the guys were like, dude, what the fuck. Max shrugged his shoulders and told them eat me. Once we got over Max’s showy suit, we all swam in the lake near our camp. We played dodge ball in the water and swung from the ropes that hung over the lake. Can you say Thomas Kincaid? Well sort of, anyway, the first time he grabbed my balls under the water I thought it was just an accident. By the second or third time, I was like, shit, what’s this guy doing. At the end of the day we all went back and took showers, Max never let on about a thing. It wasn’t until everyone went to asleep he came to my bed to talk to me.

“Christopher, are you asleep?”

“Fuck no, go away Max.”

“I thought I owed you an apology. Sorry about the groping thing, I thought maybe you were into it. Sorry dude.” Max started to leave my bedside.

“Hey, into what?” I asked him.

“Guys, asshole.”

‘Shit,” I cursed.

“Shit? What’s that mean?” Max asked.

“Well, I never thought about it. I like you.” I confessed.

“Come on Chris, let’s take a walk, let’s talk.”

“Sure,” I said.

We walked in silence until we hit the picnic area about a half a mile from the sleeping cabins when Max stopped and stood in front of me. He moved close and touched my face. I didn’t move, it felt good. When his lips brushed mine my body shivered and again I didn’t move. I went with the kiss, it felt too good to stop. His mouth opened, and mine followed and our tongues met. Fuck, my cock twinged and hardened. When his hand went to my crouch and he rubbed my cock and balls, I moaned, shit, it felt spectacular. Christ when Max fell to his knees, unzipped my jeans, and sucked my hard cock into his mouth I nearly lost my mind. Within a few minutes Max’s adept tongue brought me to one smashing orgasm. He never let go of me, he sucked my cum right out of me. My knees buckled, as Max moved off his knees to grab me to him and kiss me again.

“Well, what do you think?” He asked.

“Great.” I answered.

“Think you’d like to suck mine.” He asked.

“Hell, yes.” I sunk to my knees hoping he’d ask.

He unzipped his jeans and took out his large hard cock. My hands went to his balls, massaging them, and then slid his dick into my mouth. I sucked him in deep; you could hear the sucking sounds in the dead of the night. Max’s moans mingled with mine and dissipated into the hot steamy evening. I kept licking and sucking him until the guy said my name under his breath.

“Shit Chris, you’re unbelievable. How about we go to the tables and talk. If we wait, I’m sure our cocks will get hard again and you can fuck me in the ass. Ever had a guy put his cock up your ass?”

“Fuck no, shit, thinking about it is making me hard again, Max, this is great.” I said smiling at him and grabbing his hand.

“Yeah, mine’s coming alive too. Look I have some Vaseline with me, here.” He took a small jar from his pocket. He bent over the table, pulled his pants down and kicked them off.

“Rub this up my ass and finger-fuck me too. I’ll play with my dick. It makes me come, great orgasm. When you’re done with me I’m going to fuck you too.” He said as I dipped my fingers in the little jar.

Man, shoving my fingers in his ass kicked my hard on up a couple of notches, I bent and kissed the cheeks of his firm hard ass. When I was hard and steely, I rubbed the Vaseline over my cock, pumping myself adding to the pleasure of it all. When I entered his tight ass I became overwhelmed, nothing could compare. I went slowly at first then Max egged me on.

“Harder, yeah, faster, damn fuck me, yeah, I’m coming damn.”

His cock spewed come everywhere. I needed no further cue; I came and will never forget my first ass fucking as long as I live.

We rested a while, my cock was still up his ass and then Max pushed me off him.

“Your turn, suck me first.”

I did as he asked, sucking him hard and bringing him to a full erection.

“Over the table Chris, yeah open up man.” He said shoving his greased fingers up my ass. Now, my cock sprang to life, shit, it felt great. He massaged my balls and finger fucked me hard. When his large dick entered me, I grabbed my cock, pumped at it hard and showed myself no mercy. When he came, I became euphoric. For the first time, in my life I knew what I wanted. I wanted him.

We fucked for the rest of the summer every night and acted as if nothing was different during the day. But I had fallen in love with him. When the summer was over, we went home but we stayed in touch for an awhile. We lived over one thousand miles away from each other and both knew eventually that we’d lose touch. That was over twenty years ago. I found out last year he'd died, was killed in a car crash and it saddened me.

My lover and partner for over fifteen years knew all about Max and my summer of love. He always wanted to thank him for my awakening and helping me accept I was gay. What better way to say “Thank you” than this.



E. Radcliff

An Erotic Pic 1k Contest: Never Wanna Leave by Adrianna Vincent - 05/25/2012

An Erotic Picture Worth A Thousand Words Contest: June 2012 Entry

Justin and Craig had been friends for almost two years. They’d hit it off immediately upon meeting at D.E. Graphics, where they both worked, Justin as VP of Finance, Craig as the new hot shot IT expert. The CEO Bradford Landry, had brought Craig to Justin’s office to meet him the day he’d been hired, veritably stolen away from a prominent company in Vancouver.

“Amazing office,” Craig said admiringly, shaking Justin’s hand. The room was bright and spacious, with lots of full length windows and a glass desk, a table with four chairs in the corner near the windows, and more casual seating in the opposite corner with a black leather sofa, coffee table and two armchairs. Aside from a large clear blue-white bowl on the table and one large panorama style black and white framed landscape photo, the only pieces of art were 3 strategically placed granite sculptures. There was a large floor to ceiling black bookcase beside the door, and a matching fully stocked bar on the other side.

“Thanks,” Justin said, trying not to drool on himself. Craig was the hottest computer geek he’d ever laid eyes on, tall and fit, with short dark brown hair, blue eyes and a face that was leading-man material. Justin tried not to stare too much, “Feel free to visit anytime.”

Looking around, Craig chuckled, “Damn, man. I’ll take you up on that. But what if I never wanna leave?”

“No problem,” Justin grinned, “it’s a big office.”

From that point on, they had been nearly inseparable, taking lunches together, sharing drinks after work, hanging out on weekends, as if they’d known each other all their lives.

At first, Justin was unsure how to tell Craig he was gay, afraid it would ruin their friendship. But Craig accepted the news as easily as if Justin had confessed to dying his hair, playing the accordion, or wearing Spiderman pajamas.

Now though, Justin had a more serious problem. Initially, the attraction had been easy to ignore. But lately, it was far more difficult. He was really falling for him, and to make matters worse, he thought he was getting signals from Craig in return, which was confusing as hell. After all, Craig was just about as hetero as hetero could get.

One particular day, they were on Craig’s boat, a 2012 Boston Whaler 170, adrift on the water, having a beer and enjoying the sun. Although the ease with which they interacted was the same, the sexual tension seemed to hang thick in the air, making Justin feel like he could hardly breathe.

And then, in the blink of an eye, everything changed between them forever.

Craig snarled, a trickle of sweat snaking its way down his spine, “Yeah, that’s it, fight me! Make it worth my while!”

“Careful, not so hard!”

“You fucking little bitch!”

“Craig, I think you’ve had too much to drink.”

“Fuck that.”

“You’re being too rough!”

“No I’m not.”

“Yes, you…”

“Dammit, J! I know how to handle my own pole!” Craig snapped.

Justin raised his eyebrows, his hands on his hips, “Do you?”

“Been doing it for years,” Craig said, irritated.

Justin smirked, “Been ‘doing it’ for years, huh?”

“Jesus!”

“Handling your pole...”

“Come on, you mother-fucker!”

“Playing with your rod…”

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing J,” Craig said between breaths as he pulled back on the line, “making everything” (grunt, groan) “sound dirty” (pant, curse) “at my expense.”

Suddenly there was a SNAP! as the line broke, and Craig stumbled backward, “Shit!”

The two of them stood there as the vast silence of the lake took over, and when Craig turned around, his look of shock was so comical that Justin couldn’t help it. One snort escaped, then another and another, despite Craig’s resulting scowl.

“Sorry buddy,” Justin said, still snickering as he sat down, “guess you need more practice ‘handling your pole’,” he said, making quotation marks in the air. He grinned, and laced his fingers behind his head, his biceps flexing, “Or you could always try handling mine.”

Craig groaned and ran a hand down his face in mock frustration, “Asshole.” He studied Justin, who was a very good-looking guy, with slightly wavy dark hair, coppery-brown eyes, a tight taut body and one helluva dazzling smile. He hated to admit it, but that sexy smile of his had been getting to him lately, and for the first time in his entire life, he was actually attracted to another guy. In fact, he was more than attracted, and despite his best efforts to ignore it, he was starting to have feelings for Justin. And it was obvious Justin had feelings for him too.

But Craig was straight, and this change in his sexuality wasn’t easy to deal with. What did it mean? Was he bisexual? Or was he in danger of hopping the fence entirely and switching teams?

“I may be an asshole,” Justin was saying happily, “but you - you’re delusional, thinking you’re God’s gift to fishing or something. I told you to use a stronger test. But did you listen? No, and now you’ve lost the biggest rainbow we’ve seen out here all summer. Way to go, hot shot.”

Craig’s heart pounded. For some reason, when Justin got like this, smugly berating him, making fun, it kinda turned him on. “Listen vassal, I’m Captain of this Ship, and I’m ordering you to shut your hole and cease any further insubordinate comments.”

“Ship? Vassal?” Justin leaned forward and spoke as he would to a small child, “Are you a pirate today, Craig?”

“Fuuuuck,” Craig said, annoyed and yet slightly amused.

“Tourette Syndrome too.”

“Bitch.”

“Oh-oh, there you go again. Have you taken your meds today, Craigy-boy?”

“That’s it.” Craig threw his rod aside and advanced on Justin. He attacked, wrapping his hands around his throat and cackling with glee as he pushed Justin back against the boat and pretended to choke him.

Justin played along and said in a strangled voice, “Ack! Please don’t kill me! I’ll do anything to avoid a cold watery grave!”

“Anything?” Craig asked in his best sinister evil-villain voice. He looked down into Justin’s handsome face, and just that fast a powerful ripple of desire caused the fine hairs to stand up on his body. His smile quickly faded as he became overwhelmed by the heat that spread through him, and he began to pull away.

But Justin had seen the truth, and he quickly reached up and grabbed the back of Craig’s neck, “No. Don’t stop,” he whispered.

Craig’s breathing was coming faster, his chest heaving. Fuck he was turned on! He could feel his jeans getting tighter and knew he was reaching a point of no return.

“I know I’m not the only one feeling this,” Justin continued, holding Craig’s eyes with his own, refusing to let go. “There’s something happening between us. Isn’t there?”

“I… don’t know, J.”

“I do. Am I imagining this?” Justin asked, reaching down between them, feeling the growing hardness of them both.

Craig responded with a low moan.

“You do want me,” Justin said, pressing his crotch upward, his cock demanding attention, “don’t you?”

“Yes,” Craig breathed, his resolve gone. He allowed Justin to pull him closer, offering only slight resistance before their lips met, their tongues melting together. It was better than he’d imagined, and he pressed his body forward, his strong arms finding their way around Justin’s lower back, and down to his tight ass.

Breaking their kiss, he growled, and buried his face into the nape of Justin’s neck, feeling the strong pulse beneath his lips, “Fuck, I don’t know why, but I’ve been thinking about you so much lately, about being with you, fucking you. Can hardly think about anything else.”

Kissing again, they shifted, getting into a more comfortable position on the bench seat that spanned the back of the boat, which rocked with their movements as their need mounted. Justin’s hands moved over Craig’s muscular back and shoulders, which were hot from the sun. God, he felt good! He unzipped his jeans, freeing his cock and pulled Craig into him, wrapping his legs around his waist.

Craig was becoming desperate in his excitement, and he reached down to undo his own pants, maneuvering them down enough to take them both into his hand, hearing Justin gasp as their cocks rubbed together. He began slowly thrusting, squeezing, allowing them to slide against one another. Precum began to ooze from Justin and Craig stopped to swirl it around the head with his finger, then brought it to his lips to taste it.

Damn, that was sexy, and Justin wanted Craig inside him in the worst way. But they were on a boat, in broad daylight no less. Not the most comfortable or private place for their first time together.

As if reading his mind Craig panted, “Your place or mine?” Still humping his body, he bent forward and began licking Justin’s neck, causing him to make wild heavy purring sounds deep in his chest.

“Fuck, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that,” Justin said. “Just, please don’t back out on me.”

“It’s way too late for that,” Craig rumbled, chewing on Justin’s ear, breathing hard. “I want you, fuck I want you bad.”

“Mmm,” Justin sighed, “You’ve got me.”

“That’s good; not sure I could live without you anymore,” Craig said, reaching up to Justin’s throat, kissing him deeply. He slid his other hand down between them, and took Justin into his hand again. “I have to taste you,” he said, “now.”

“I thought we weren’t going to do it here!” Justin reminded him as Craig moved down his body. “Craig – someone might see!” and then his breath hitched as Craig licked his cock from base to head.

“Mmm,” Craig said, “fuck…” He sucked Justin into his mouth and began slowly fucking him with it, his tongue swirling around the head on each up-stroke.

“Oh my God,” Justin breathed out, hardly able to believe how perfect it was. “Craig, uh…” he trailed off, beginning to move his hips, his heart skipping when Craig looked up, meeting his eyes.

Now beyond caring where they were, Justin reached out and placed his hands on Craig’s head, his eyes wide, stunned by what was happening. He knew it wouldn’t be long before he came, “Yeah buddy, that’s it, suck it.”

Craig moaned, pumping his head faster.

Justin was breathing harder, and in seconds he was ready, “I’m gonna cum!” he warned Craig. He placed his hands on either side of himself, lifting his ass up off the cushions, thrusting his crotch upwards, fucking Craig’s mouth deeper. Craig continued to moan encouragement, fully prepared to swallow. Within seconds, Justin wrapped his legs around his back and came, spurting into his throat.

Craig continued to slowly pump his head up and down, coaxing out the last drops, as Justin sank back down to the cushions. Then he leaned forward and slowly licked and kissed his way up Justin’s stomach and chest, finally reaching his lips. He kissed him long and hard, one hand holding the back of his head.

Justin thought he was going to faint.

After a few moments, they could hear the distant sound of a motor approaching. Craig lifted his head and looked out over the water, “We can’t stay here.”

“Where then?”

“My place,” Craig decided, sitting up a bit and slowly running his thumb along Justin’s lower lip, which was soft and warm, “I want you in my bed,” he said quietly, now moving his hand over Justin’s chest, lightly flicking one of his nipples, “and we’ve got all weekend.”

Justin’s whole body tingled, and then he remembered the day they'd met in his office at D.E. Graphics, “Damn, man. I’ll take you up on that.” He smiled, “But what if I never wanna leave?”

Craig smiled too, remembering, “No problem. It’s a big bed.”