Mike noticed my cock rise and got up to fumble in a compartment by the captain’s chair. Gay sex His standard issue suburban-dad cargo shorts were belted, and I couldn’t even see his underwear waistband. After about 45 minutes, we were way out in the water. If I had to guess, I’d have said we were a mile or so from the shoreline. Mike throttled back the engine and sat back in the captain’s chair. I sat back on my bench chair too. Mike’s hand reached up and, well, he began to rub his chest. He rubbed his hand through his big, muscular, hairy chest. His lips parted in a silent moan. His eyes were on me.“Mike…?” my throat went dry when I tried to talk more.“Paul, I’ve seen the way you look at me. I saw your eyes bug out when I took my shirt off. I’m a cop, it’s my job to notice things.”He clicked off the engine entirely and moved to the front of the boat, dropping the anchor. He then took his seat again and rubbed more of his chest.“What about T –“ He cut me off before I could finish.“They don’t need to know anything. We’re just two guys on a boat.” He said.His hand found one of his nipples and brushed it. His mustache twitched and he licked his lips.“Is
