Page 29 of Deep Waters

Christian reached his groin and drew his fingers across the hardness, outlining the shape of his cock that was leaning to the left inside his jeans. Christian let out a moan of satisfaction. He raised his eyes to Harry’s, and there was a wide grin spread across his face. He deftly undid Harry’s belt and unfastened his jeans.

“Lift up a moment,” Christian instructed.

Harry raised his butt from the bench and Christian pulled down his jeans and underpants in one fluid movement, hauling them all the way to his ankles.

“Now, isn’t that better?” Christian said, gazing at his cock.

Harry sat back down and widened his thighs. The temperate air was a pleasant surprise on his hot balls and bare arse. In the years he’d been at sea, he’d never been exposed like this.

Christian had his hands on Harry’s thighs again, and his eyes were fixed on his cock.

“Is everything all right?” Harry asked. He knew he had a decent cock, with good length and girth, but it didn’t stop the flashes of insecurity whenever he revealed it to a new partner.

“Perfect. It’s a thing of beauty. I just wanted a moment to admire it.”

He gave a self-conscious laugh, part pleased and part embarrassed. “That must be your artistic side talking again.”

“I know a good thing when I see it.”

He took Harry’s balls in the palm of his hand, cupping them and gently juggling. Harry shuddered all over again, noticing the gooseflesh as it prickled on his bare thighs, the hairs raising. His cock was so hard now that it felt ready to burst. The juicy tip poked through the glistening folds of his foreskin and pre-cum oozed down the shaft.

Christian leaned forward and slithered his tongue along the underside, licking the overflowing fluid.

Harry took an involuntary gasp of breath, his knees jerking upwards. Undeterred, Christian ran his tongue all the way to the tip, swirling it around the sensitive foreskin and glans.Good God. Harry gripped the bench with both hands. The featherlight touch of Christian’s tongue caused reactions all over his body. The pleasure was beyond exquisite.

His grip tightened further when Christian opened his mouth and enveloped him with hot, wet pressure.

“Shit!” It was like being a virgin again and experiencing a blow job for the first time. The sensations drove him insane.

Christian couldn’t fail to realise the reactions he was causing. Harry gasped, trembled and squirmed as he worked him with his mouth, grazing his tongue along the underside of his dick, applying just the right amount of suction, slowly moving his head back and forth. His hands stayed planted on Harry’s thighs, and he pleasured him with just his mouth, drawing him closer to release. Harry’s balls tingled and drew tighter in their sac. He knew he was close, but Christian kept him on the edge as the pleasure in his nuts intensified.

“Oh, God,” he cried at last. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”

Even when the climax was inevitable and he knew it could not be stopped, he teetered on the verge for an age. Then it came—an incredible rush that caused his knees to tremble and his stomach to quiver as it released. Christian didn’t withdraw, either. He kept Harry’s cock in his mouth as the cum pumped and pumped, seeming to swallow it all.

“Whoa,” Harry gasped then laughed when he was done. “Oh my God. Man, what did you just do to me?”

Christian finally released his hold, sitting back on his knees. He licked his lips. “Only what I’ve been thinking about since I got out of bed this morning.”

“Seriously?”

“I wouldn’t joke about a thing like this,” he said, caressing Harry’s softening cock. “I dreamt last night that I sucked you off on this boat—and now the dream has come true.”

“What else did you dream about?” he asked with a cheeky grin.

“Oh, lots of things. And I’m hoping that all my dreams come true.”

Chapter Ten

At six-thirty that evening, Christian waited for Harry in the hotel bar. He nursed a lemon-and-lime-flavoured gin and tonic and couldn’t keep the grin off his face as he sipped. They had returned to the harbour around five. Christian hadn’t wanted the day to end and suspected Harry felt the same.

“How about I repay your generosity?” he’d said. “You provided my breakfast and lunch. I’d like to return the favour.”

“I think you did that already,” Harry had replied with a twinkle in his eyes.

“I mean dinner…tonight.”

Christian’s time in Nyemouth was limited, and he didn’t want to waste a moment.

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