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Friday, January 15, 2016

[SS-085] Anchor Rope



[ANCHOR ROPE]


"You need help there bud?"

You drop the rope you are holding and turn to the source of the baritone voice.

Near your place on the shore stands a muscular man, probably in his early forties. All he wears are aviator glasses and a red bikini swimsuit.

"Oh sure!" you respond at the man.

He stands beside you at the other side of the thick rope. Then you simultaneously apply a pulling force to move the motorboat into the deep.

As both of you pull together, you feel his body press against yours. You can sense the smoothness of his skin and the hardness of his flesh.

In no time, you are able to place the motorboat into the waters.

"Thanks bro," you say to him.

"What's the motorboat for?" he asks.

"I'm going to our private island somewhere a few miles from here. The wife and kids are already there for vacation."

"Nice... private island... I wish I can get to one too," he speaks with regret, "I am kind of tired of this public beach."

"Hey, if you want, you can come with me," you invite him.

He agrees and both of you hop in the boat and sailed through the waters.

As you pilot the boat you tell him, "man, you're a stud! Not many people can pull off wearing just posing trunks like that in the gym!"

"Hey, don't talk as if our bodies are any different."

Then to your surprise he pushes his trunks down and hands it to you.

"Hey, hey, hey..." you retort as you are transfixed by the man's large cock.

"Hey I just want to you to try my swimsuit so you can see for yourself how hot you are," he explains with a grin.

Thinking of it as a harmless gesture, you turn your back to him, push your shorts down and wear the red trunks.

You face him, "how is it? Damn this this is tight."

He kneels in front of you and touches your bulge, "damn, man you're fucking hot in this."

"Hey... don't..." you try to retaliate but you start feeling horny.

He pulls the trunks down, "been wanting to do this ever since I saw you earlier man." Then he sucks you earnestly.

Warm feelings overpower you. You reach for the switch of the motor and turn it off.

It will be a long ride to the island anyway.

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