Ch. 45: An Old Friend Has Plans For My Cock

Chapter 45: An Old Friend Has Plans For My Cock

The next day I set sail along the Florida coast. I was about five miles offshore in three-to-five foot seas with a fifteen knot wind powering me. It was a beautiful day with lots of sunshine. I saw dolphins off my starboard bow and they must have seen me. The pod of eight or ten of them came close to my boat, riding in the bow wave and swimming alongside the cockpit. The leader of the pod came close to my hull and surfaced for air. He was no more than three feet away and he looked right at me. “Cheerio!” I cried out at him. Dolphins are always a welcome sight on passages.

I had seen a larger marina in a mid-sized city some distance away along the coast. I had called ahead and made reservations to stay two nights. I wouldn’t get there until after dark so they gave me a slip assignment ahead of time over the phone. I had pulled up the diagram of the marina layout on my phone, so I knew where I was going. Yet, it’s always dicey to enter an unfamiliar marina in the dark. I hoped for the best.

Watching my charts, I identified the inlet with the marina just a half mile inland. I dropped the sails and motored in. Chugging up the inlet, I saw the marina lights ahead on the left. Following the channel markers, I made my way into the marina basin and, somehow, managed to find my dock and slip. With some effort, I got into the slip and tied off. Not an easy task alone, at night, with a boat my size.

Once secured, I poured a libation. It had been a long day out on the water and I needed a shower. I felt horny as I had only jacked off twice during the day. But I let it slide for the moment. A shower was more important. Fortunately, this was a large, national chain of marinas and their website, like many hotels these days, had a feature to download a “key” on your phone. I gathered my gym bag and headed to the bathrooms.

It was now late at night and the place seemed deserted. I found the men’s room and let myself in. The warm water cascading down on me felt delightful. As I stood under the refreshing stream of water, I realized that I was hard as a rock. He wanted servicing again. I began stroking him as I stood in the shower, eyes closed, fantasizing about some of my recent encounters. As I stroked him I reached around and tried to finger fuck my own ass. It felt good but I wanted something bigger stuck in there.

Then I remembered that I had a hairbrush in my gym bag, right outside the shower curtain. I reached out and grabbed it. There was a small stool in the shower stall and I put one foot up on it as I started fucking my asshole with the brush handle. Not very elegant but, hey, it’ll do in a pinch. I fucked my ass with the handle while I continued to jack off. Before long that unmistakable tingle fired up. A few more stabs with the brush, a few more strokes on my cock and voila! I was there! The cum shot out of my dick with great force, sticking to the shower wall.

Back on my boat, I ate some munchies as I downed several beers. Feeling no pain, I collapsed into bed.

The next day I woke about 10:30. I made coffee and studied the marina map again. I found the bar/restaurant and after I finished my coffee, I headed that way for some grub.