Why was my c**k hard envisioning this boy on his bunk naked, stroking his c**k? I shook my head to clear the thoughts and got back to driving the boat.
Chaz came up, right on schedule, to relieve me. Still only in that tiny black speedo. We chatted for a few. I told him what was going on the radio, which wasn't much. He knew our course.
I went down to the master cabin, under the saloon to catch a nap. I had a small marina for an anchorage tonight. I don't run at night unless the owner authorizes it in writing. So, the nap is just killing a little time. Sliding off my shorts, I lay on the king bed, naked. As I pictured Chaz in his speedo, my c**k grew. I've never even looked twice at a guy and this happens. I resisted the urge to masturbate and purged my mind of the visions of my beautifu
