Brad Logan - A ball with the kids

Dappled Harbor did look different to him. He strolled to the boat yard across the harbor. There were fewer boats now. So many had been launched. Most of the boats still in the yards were old wooden ones that needed a lot of work before being put into the water.

The sun was setting, and people were putting away their tools and paint. There weren't as many boats as there had been only a few days before. Soon there would only be the decaying hulks at the back of the yard.

Poke loved to look at the bottoms of the boats, imagining them sliding through the water, forcing it around their beautiful curves.

Then he spotted the van that he had peeked into the day before, parked near a big wooden sloop with a bow sprit and long keel. It was one of Poke's favorite boats. He recognized its classic lines and true character, even with the planks missing from her bottom and her paint scraped off.

He remembered with shame how he had peeked into the van and jerked off. Of course, that was in his horny days, when he was a desperate virgin. And even though that was only slightly over one day ago, it seemed like a lifetime. So much had happened to him since!

By the time Poke headed back, it was dark and the yard was quiet. Again, he stayed far away from the boat and van belonging to the people he had spied on. But as he glanced back he noticed that light was pouring from the hull where planks were missing. And smoke was rising from the tin chimney that rose from the cabin top. It looked like the people were living aboard right there in the boat yard.

Poke wandered along, climbing the hill. He tried to ignore the feeling that was gnawing at him. After all, he was an experienced man now. But it was no good. His prick swelled and his head was filled with images of naked women.

He wanted to stroll through the boat yard again and take a quick look through the hull of that old sloop. After all, he had seen those people fucking once, and it had been a sight to remember.

With his heart pounding and his prick inflated, Poke went back down the hill. He saw that light still shined from the old sloop. This time, as he strolled through the boat yard, he went close to the old boat. Through the long opening in her hull he could see right into it. He saw that someone was moving around, but they were either dressed or they had blue skin.

Then Poke casually turned around, surveying the scene. When he saw that no one was near, he took a step closer to the boat. Now he had a good view into her hull. He saw the woman he'd seen in the van. She was dressed, moving about as though putting things away. Then he noticed a pair of denimed knees sticking into view. That must be the man, Poke thought.

Poke knew this was never going to pay off. The couple would probably hang around all evening, then turn off the light, and get undressed. So even if he stayed there all night he wouldn't see anything interesting. Besides, the whole idea was crazy. He was going to meet Muffy down at the yacht club tomorrow and they would probably spend the day fucking. He didn't need to hang around, hoping for a glimpse of a naked chick.

Just then, Poke saw a woman in the boat grab the hem of her jersey and pull it over her head. Her tits, which he had watched bouncing the day before, were unveiled.

Standing on the ground looking up into the boat gave Poke a new perspective. Looking up at the chick's tits was exciting. They sagged a bit, but they had a beautiful curve along the tops and bottoms.

Panting with lust, Poke moved closer. The woman unfastened her jeans and pulled them down. Her tits hung from her chest now, swinging through the air. As she pulled her feet from her jeans, her tits wobbled and swayed. Poke, had never seen anything like this!

Suddenly, she stood up. Her tits were pulled up to their wobbling position on her chest again. Now the woman slipped her fingers into the waistband of her panties, slid them down her thin hips, and bent over again. As she pulled down her panties, her tits repeated their hanging and swinging routine.

When the woman stood up again, her naked cunt competed with her tits for Poke's attention. He gazed at her nest of curly, brown cunt hair. And from his vantage point he could see the cleft that parted her thighs. Her body was different from Muffy's: thinner, less voluptuous. Nevertheless, it was gorgeous!

Poke ran his eyes up and down the woman's body, taking in the sight while he could. After all, she wasn't going to stand there all evening.

Then Poke saw a pair of feet appear. They had been lifted into view. They belonged to the man sitting out of sight.

The woman bent again, letting her tits droop and swing as she pulled off the man's shoes. Then she grabbed his pants legs and pulled them. Now his feet were nude. Then the woman moved toward the man and out of Poke's sight.

The boy was left gasping. But he refused to give up. After all, the second act was about to begin. So he went as casually as he could, to the other side of the boat. There were a few planks missing there too, but Poke could only see a water tank through the hull. Still, there was hope.

Behind the boat there was a steep hill. If Poke got up there he could look down into the boat. So he began climbing the hill. The bushes and high grass helped hide him from those in the boat if they should look up.

Before long, Poke saw that the companionway was open. If he climbed higher he was sure he would have a view into the boat. Sure enough, soon he was perched beneath a small tree, looking down into the boat's cabin. There, on a bunk, lay the man and woman.

The woman was on her back and the man was beside her. The woman's body was in full view, except for one tit which was hidden by the man's grasping hand.

Poke was only about thirty feet from them. The boat was well-lighted. If he fell from his perch, Poke could almost land right in their bunk with them.

He saw the man's hand moving as it gripped and rubbed the woman's tit. The woman was wiggling her hips slightly, grinding her cunt between her thighs. They kissed hungrily.

Having been in the same position with Muffy so recently, Poke knew exactly the pleasure this man was feeling. And remembering his own pleasure made Poke desperately horny. Already, he was fishing his prick from his pants.

The woman grabbed the man's prick just as Poke grabbed his own. He remembered how Muffy had handled his prick, and he tried to imagine it was Muffy's hand on his cock now, rather than his own.

Suddenly, the man moved down the woman's body and began sucking her tits. First one tit, then the other. He gobbled, his head nodding.

As the man sucked the woman's tits, she reached down to her cunt and stuck a finger into her pussy. Poke was amazed. Why was she doing this when the man was probably going to stick a finger in her cunt at any second?

She wiggled her finger vigorously at the front of her fuckslot. Poke knew she was directly attacking her clit. And she did it without moving her shoulders or body, so Poke decided she didn't want the man to know what she was doing. With his face buried in her tits, the man couldn't see a thing.

As the woman tickled her clit, her face showed her pleasure. With one hand on the man's head at her tit and her other hand at her cunt, she was in ecstasy. And her ecstasy was shared by Poke as he looked down at the scene. Poke had his hand wrapped firmly around his prick now and was tugging slowly at it.

As the man sucked the woman's tits, he moved his hand to her cunt. As his hands approached, the woman moved her hand away. The man grabbed her cunt, his fingers reaching down below her clit.

Poke saw the woman spread her thighs. The man's hand moved down even lower in her crotch. Then his hand made a motion that Poke recognized as the insertion of his finger up the chick's cunt.