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| Unforgotable Romantic Sex into The Water |
It was a beautiful, crystal clear day on the lake. The water appeared glass-like except for the small ripples that brushed across the smoothness when the wind blew. One could “see” the wind—until suddenly, it stopped. While it lasted, it had driven my small sailboat to the middle of the lake, but the calm meant I would have to row in, something I did not look forward to doing.
My boat was ‘17 Daysailer, which, for those of you who know anything about sailboats, is larger than a Sunfish, but not as large as some of the other boats on the lake, and certainly not as big as an ocean-going boat. In my opinion, it was just right. It had two built-in benches on either side of the handle/lifted centerboard. Toward the bow of the boat was a small, covered area where extra sails (the jib), the anchor, and the life jackets were kept, along with extra ropes and other equipment needed for sailboat operations.
Most days I go sailing in just cutoffs, barefoot, and shirtless. This day was no exception. However, sometimes, when I’m in the mood, and far enough away from shore that no one can see; I’ll slip my shorts and underwear off to feel the warmth of the sun on my limp penis, balls, and upper thighs. I don’t know what prompted me that day, but I wondered, “What if I masturbated on the front of the boat and let my cum shoot in the water?”
So, I began to climb out over the cover, completely naked and, at that point, really didn’t care if anyone saw me or not. Women would probably not look anyway, and men wouldn’t be interested unless I was a naked woman; then it would be a whole different story. As I began to climb on the front deck—made of the same composite as the rest of the boat but with a non-slip texture—I enjoyed the pleasant feeling of my penis getting erect.
Suddenly, there I was on the bow of the boat, much like the scene in Titanic where Jack and Rose stand with their arms stretched out as if flying. But I didn’t have my arms out, only my fully erect penis pointing forward.
Gripping with one hand the line that holds the jib and mast, I began to masturbate my long, uncut, fully erect penis. The balmy air enveloped my body—a great feeling, so warm and snuggly, even though I was completely exposed to the world.
If anyone looked, they probably thought, “He’s just fishing or maybe adjusting the sails or other items on the front. Surely, he isn’t masturbating.” But I was, and it felt so good. As my foreskin went back and forth over my penis head, I could feel the cum start to build in my balls and lower abdomen.
Then, at the moment of orgasm, my balls tightened up, and my buttocks squeezed together. My thighs stiffened and my cum shot out of my penis hole and in to the water. Wave after wave of hot cum came out, and the chemicals that my brain released throughout my body made for a wonderful experience.
After my orgasm, I returned to my seat, still naked, and began looking for the paddle to row back to shore. I also took the time to put on my cutoffs.
As I pulled into the slip where I kept my boat, I noticed a few people on the pier watching me and asking if I needed any help. I don’t know if they were asking for me right then or if they thought I had some kind of trouble while out. I wondered, “Did they see me out on the lake, and did they know what I was doing?”
Nevertheless, I’ll always remember the good feeling I had out on the water.
