The Kid Hanging Around is Called Straypup

This kid had been hanging around for a week, even though my jittery neighbors weren't exactly making him welcome. I wasn't either, really, but for some reason he seemed attracted to me or my boat. Most likely the boat, its a forty foot sloop and a real beauty. I bought it soon after my divorce and had been living on it ever since. Not a bad trade neither, a bitch for a boat.

Any way the kid's a good looking scamp, maybe 22, blue black hair, soft brown eyes, about 6' and a surfer's body. I'm 45 and in damn good shape physically, still like to work out at the gym and since I made my money early, I can afford to do as I damn well please. Still, I wonder why the kid was cosying up to me for? It had to be the boat. I always wanted kids but the bitch didn't and that was only a small part of our problems.

One morning I was up on deck polishing some brass when the kid shows up and offers to help. I decline the offer politely and he sits down on the dock and watches. After a while I get a little irritated and look up to say something testy, but those brown eyes are begging for friendship.

"What's you name, son?" I asked instead.

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"My friends call me Straypup or just Stray for short".

I told him mine, shook hands and watched his eyes light up. He could talk with those eyes! But I wondered how much trouble a boy with a name like Straypup could get into. So I asked him why he was called that. Seems he couldn't get along with his mom's boyfriend and left home when he was about twelve. I knew he was trouble now, but those eyes kept saying "trust me". What could he steal anyway? The whole damn boat? It was insured, so what the hell! Besides I didn't like my nosy neighbors anyway.

He was easy to talk to, something I had avoided with other strangers and time passed quickly. I glanced at my watch and invited him aboard for lunch. After lunch I let him help polish while we chattered and laughed about nothing in particular. When he left that evening I missed him.

He didn't show again for two days and it angered me a bit when I realized just how much I had missed him. But he was as happy as a silly puppy about a new steady job and I had to stop myself from reaching out and petting.

What the hell was the matter with me? Was I turning queer this late in life or was I just incredibly lonely? I considered myself to be a man's man, never was even tempted to look at another guy in a steam room, I swear it. I just wanted him near me, no matter what the reasons were.

It was Saturday afternoon and he didn't have to be back to work till Monday, so I invited him to go sailing. He jumped at the invitation, neither of us mentioned the overnight situation and I didn't honestly consider it until we were underway. When it did occur to me and I asked him about it he just laughed and asked me what I could possibly do to him that hadn't already been done. Even that very adult statement was made in such an innocent manner that I couldn't help but put my arm around his shoulders and give a little hug. That is not something I normally do.

Looking back on it now, I was and wanted to be seduced. Perhaps not deliberately so, but for some reason Stray picked me and I am eternally grateful. All that day I studied and was teased by that sweat glistening, tanned, muscular young body. He pulled lines, shook hair out of his eyes, took steering lessons from me, twisted and flexed until the desire became a painful ache.

Just before nightfall we anchored far enough off shore to insure privacy, he stripped naked and dove in for a bath. I put the ladder over the side and started to join him when he laughed aloud at my modesty. What the hell, I dropped the shorts, dove in and was immediately attacked. As we frolicked and wrestled in the sea, it seemed the most natural thing in the world to be touched by this beautiful creature. Soon we tired of this sport and clung to the rope ladder. He began bathing me with his hands and I closed my eyes and wondered what was going to happen when he reached my steel-hard erection. Then I felt a warm hand close around my member, a warm arm slipped over my shoulder and I supported both of us as he blew softly in my ear. I could be passive no longer!

I held on with one hand, slipped the other arm around his waist and pulled him tight against my chest. He wrapped his legs around me and began exploring with his hands while I rubbed his back and buttocks and kissed his forehead, eyes, cheeks, nose, lips, ears and neck. While I was gently moving my lips against his, he suddenly pulled himself into me hard and forced his tongue inside my mouth. I don't know how long we stayed locked together, but when we finally climbed the ladder, I kissed and bit his young butt playfully while he laughed and promised retaliation.

I am far from being a stranger to women, but this young buck was turning me on like I never thought possible. Every movement, every gesture, every expression was precious to me and I wanted it to never end. I was totally enslaved and gratefully so.

We lay on deck wrapped tightly around each other, hands exploring, legs rubbing, lips and tongue performing almost musically. I wanted to cover him and smother him with love, but he pushed us apart and began to move downward. I shivered as his lips and tongue tickled, kissed and sucked their way down my chest to each nipple, then slowly down to my navel. I lay there blissfully taking in the sensations as he moved even around my waist, hips and then slowly up my inner thighs. I shuddered convulsively as his fingers gently raised my scrotum so his tongue could tickle and lick deliciously under them.

Then one ball was sucked into soft warmth and fingers teased the length of my aching, super sensitive cock that jumped with each light touch. I moaned and whimpered for release and was not denied. I felt like a teenager getting his first piece and as soon as his mouth covered my dick, I arched and unleashed the liquid storm. He held on tightly as I bucked, squirmed, cried aloud, flailed my arms about, bit my knuckle and unloaded wad after wad, spurt after spurt and spasmed out the last drop.

The next day I was a physical wreck from an all night orgy. We had connected in every possible position to every possible part of our bodies.

Stray lives with me now, no surprise there. I'm paying for his education in the medical field, but he has shown himself to be an intelligent young man with very little ambitious greed. Nothing like what I used to be and he vows to look after me in my old age. Whether he does or not makes little difference to me now, I have never been happier!

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