Ships In The Night

Sometimes chance encounters are
the source of life long memories . . . sometimes not

Barry just wanted to get away for the week end. He was tired of fighting with Zane. They just didn't have the same goals in life anymore, nor the same interests. Zane still talked and dressed like he was in college. That was nearly ten years ago. It was time to let go. Barry felt he had changed, grown, but not Zane. So when the offer came from Uncle Al he jumped at the chance to spend three days by himself, just running with the wind, going wherever he felt like going and the whims of fortune carried him.

Not that he was a world class sailor. But Uncle Al's boat was almost goof proof, and designed for solo sailing. It had the smallest cabin found floating in any waters on the planet Earth. Barry had been learning since before college. That meant he had the total of over fifteen summers experience to fall back on, remembering everthing his dad and uncle had taught him.

Anyway, it was a beautiful weekend. No bad weather or high winds in any forecast. So here he was, keeping the Virginia shore in sight to his east, having a ball. The wind of passage ruffled his hair and the sun warmed his back. He was making his way leisurely toward the Maryland line.

He spent the first night on the boat tied to the public warf on Tangier Island. Waking early he made his way to the western Virginina shore and started south. At Gwenn's Island he lazed on the sand most of the Fourth.

Late that afternoon Barry headed south again. He was looking for a spot on the north side of the York where he could anchor and enjoy the fireworks. He knew there would be displays filling the sky from Yorktown, Williamsburg and the more southern metro area of Newsport News, Hampton and Norfolk. Beside all these official fireworks there would be private ones fired all over the waters and up from the waters.

Near twilight he spotted a small wooded cove and tacked to run in before noticing a small cabin cruiser already anchored there. Some early sky rockets wree already splashing wild burst of red, gold, white and blue in the sky. He was ready to come about when he caught sight of the figure standing at the stern of the cruiser watching him. This he had to see up close. As the distance between them dwindled, what he thought he saw became distinct and confirmed that his eyesight was perfect, 20/20. His eyes always focused well when it came to spotting a good looking guy, more specifically a good looking guy with nothing on but a skimpy white bikini, a big smile, a drop dead tan and a shaggy mane of glossy black hair.

When the sailboat passed the mouth of the cove, the current inhabitant gave Barry a welcoming wave. He dropped the sail and glided right in next to the cruiser, threw out the anchor and stood up holding onto the mast.

"Permission to come aboard, Commodore," Barry said saluting the muscular Adonis that was looking down at him.

"Thank God, not only good looking but with manners to boot," the cruiser's occupant said to himself, but loud enough for Barry to hear. "Haul your ass up here. I've got a beer with your name on it, whatever it is."

Barry kicked off his deck shoes, stripped out of his shirt and dove over the side heading for the ladder at the side of the cruiser. Rising out of the water, dripping, he climbed up onto the deck beside his host.

"Welcome aboard. I'm Haywood." He handed Barry an ice cold beer. "Most of the guys call me Woody."

"Thanks. Barry. Barry Windslow. You out here to see the sights, too?" Catching Woody's grin, he quickly added, "The fireworks, Woody."

"Well, that was the original idea. Just bumming it. Glad to have the company though. Wow. There goes Williamsburg." He pointed across the river and north as the sky, now darker, erupted into a fountain of shimmering, sparkling color, shooting up, spaying down, over and over, changing colors.

When they turned to watch Woody casually slid his arm around Barry's waist. Barry turned and smiled, then put his arm across his middle laying a hand on top of Woody's.

"So," Woody said softly, "you agree."

"The fricking minute I saw you standing in the fading sunlight all bronze and glistening with that dinky bikini, I agreed with anything you wanted." Barry gave Woody's hand a squeeze and then moved his arm to encircle Woody's waist. He ran his thumb along inside the bikini all the way from the middle of Woody's back to where his hand came to rest.

"He's a sexy devil, too." Woody made this announcement in the same soft tones. This time his comment was directed to the attention of the fireworks across the river. He drained his beer and tossed it over into the sailboat where Barry had already deposited his.

That was it. Preliminaries out of the way. Woody disappearred below for a quick foraging trip and returned with a sleeping bag, beer cooler and a small traveling toliet kit. They unzipped the three sides of the bag and spread it like a blanket on the forward deck. Woody shoved his bikini down and kicked it toward the cabin door. Barry shucked off his shorts and boxers with one tug, tucking them under a corner of the makeshift bed.

They both liked what they saw standing there. Two long, lean, tan and well formed frames with equally impressive and fairly equal sized cocks hanging,distended but not firm, out over full ballsacks. Two hot bodies ready for a night of hot passion, with no commitment, no need to pretend, just a willingness to share and enjoy some primal sex.

"Come here, you gorgeous stud muffin," croaked Woody, opening his arms wide.

Barry stepped in and their bodies met, straining together, rubbing, inflaming each other. Barry pressed his mouth firm against Woody's and it slowly opened. A tongue darted out. Barry captured it with his teeth, hard enough that Woody reached up and lightly smacked his ear. He humped his pelvis against Woody, felt their cocks meet and pressed in hard. They mashed them together, grinding and grunting. Slowly they sank to their knees in the middle of the deck. Then, still entangled from head to toe, they collapsed on the sleeping bag. The sky nearby filled with shooting stars and falling umbrellas of fire. Yorktown had joined the party.

The brightness shimmering overhead and in the waters below caught them in strobe light flashes, interrupting them. Pausing in their randy clinching they lay back, side by side and stared at the pyrotechnics. They marveled at what man had created and how quickly it all faded once the fuse was lit.

"Sorta like sex, aint it," mused Woody in a fake down home drawl. "Gets up there, shoots off real purty like and then fades away. Leaves ya want'n more don't it. Shor is like sex in that leaving ya want'n more way."

"You are not for real," Barry said, turning away from the fading fires in the sky. He rolled a leg over one of Woody's and grabbed the gas jocky's stiff prick in his hand.

"Hey, sailor, what the hell you up to?"

Barry leaned up, looking Woody in the eye. Laying his hand across his neck at his Adam's apple he said softly, "About to here, Wood, about to here." And with that he headed south, joining his mouth with his hand on Woody's cock. A loud happy shout was heard clear on the other side of the York when Barry's mouth closed over Woody's hard aching manhood.

After that initial outburst, Woody just lay there, legs wide, arms thrown out to the side. He was moaning low, his body twisting and turning. He reveled in the sensual thrills that washed over him. They radiated out from between his legs where Barry was very, very busy, sucking hard, his head bobbing in the shimmery moonlight. A faint golden orb that was Barry's sunbleached hair bounced up and down in Woody's missing lap.

The movemet was slight, but as Barry kept spearing Woody's meat into his mouth with a steady pace, the boat begain to rock. Up and down, back and forth went the boat. Woody was feeling no pain, just one mouting, growing, warming glow that had his blood bubbling and his skin steaming. Barry didn't slaken, didn't speed up, had opened wide and on every deep sucking down stroke took Woody in, to the hilt. Slowly Barry worked his way around, ending crouched between Woody's legs. Taking Woody deeper, he was now rubbing his chin on Woody's balls. In one hand he rolled them, gently squeezing, tugging.

Woody's moans grew louder. They were soon punctuated with gasping 'A-a-a-a-h's' each time Barry had him fully encased in warm, wet flesh, his swollen glans resting inside Barry's gulping throat. When Woody switched from gasping to shouting about cumming, Barry lifted off and used his fist to finish off the job. Double pumping with his hand, he continued to worry Woody's balls with the other. Woody started drumming his heels on the deck, then his legs started dancing. On up his body the fever roared, sending him into convulsive spasms as his cum joined the rockets in the sky.

"Fucking fantastic!" exclaimed Barry as he watched three separate loads come spitting out to soar high, catching the multicolor light out of the sky on their pearly wetness.

Woody pulled Barry up on him, sliding him in the slickness of his just deposited cum. He drank long and hard at Barry's mouth, then pushed his shoulders, propping Barry above him. "Nice technique, salior," he grunted. "Got a gift for ya. Check the travel kit."

When he zipped it open, Barry saw rubbers and lube, right on top. Turning he saw Woody up on all fours, wiggling his ass. That was an offer Barry could not turn down. Ripping open one foil packet he quickly preped himself. Kneeling behind Woody he smeared that waiting ass. Working first one then two fingers into what was obviously a learned butt hole, Barry rolled his wrist. He slicked those willing ass lips, stretching them wide.

"You gona spend all night with foreplay?" growled Woody, humping his rear back hard against Barry's probing fingers.

Barry smacked one cheek and muttered, "Fuck you, budddy."

"I hope so. Sometime tonight maybe would be fine with me.". The tone was sarcastic.

Barry lined up, took a firm grip on Woody's hips and rammed his meat in, all the way, with one thrust. Woody roared and just as fiercely pushed back, rocking on his knees.

"How's that. Gona keep bitching?" asked Barry, grinding his pelvis against Woody's cushiony buttocks. Without waiting for an answer, not turning loose, Barry started pounding, driving his meat piston in Woody's chamber. He was already so damn hot from sucking on Woody and watching those cum blasts. Barry wanted to cum himself, real bad. Not that he wouldn't give Woody a ride he should remember. This fuck wasn't going to have any frills, just a lot of good old fashioned ass humping action.

As quick as it started it was over. Woody felt and heard Barry drop his load with a series of short agonizing grunts. They kept bucking against each other as Barry's cock slowly withered away. Just at the last instant when there was something left for Woody to feel rooting inside him, his own body began to quake and cum gushed out pelting down on the sleeping bag.

Gasping, Barry collapsed on Woody's back, slamming him down with a squish into his own wetness. Woody recovered quicker than Barry. He rolled out from under and stood over Barry letting a few last drops fall from his limp prick onto Barry's back. Barry turned over, smiling.

Woody helped him up and together the leaped over the side, cannonballing into the water. Cooled and cleansed they rested on the stern, watching the last of the celebration offerings far to the south. They hugged, kissed and -- after flipping it over, cum side down -- tumbled back onto the sleeping bag. Woody popped two more beers, guzzling his and starting on another while Barry nursed his along, settling in beside Woody.

Barry was more stoked by messing around with Woody's body than any buzz the beer had to offer. He let his hands roam, pinching and pulling on Woody's tits, fondling his dick and balls, running a hand between his legs to let his fingers tickle on Woody's bottom. Squirming with delight, Woody tossed the third beer can at the sailboat and missed. He cussed and ripped open another can. Giving Barry better acces for his ass play, Woody flipped over onto his stomach. Temptation was too much for Barry. He sat his beer down and lay beside Woody's legs, resting his chin on those firm white orbs.

Within minutes Barry's face was locked between Woody's ass cheeks as he gobbled away at the sweet pink pucker he had recently been poking. The longer he worked, the higher Woody lifted his butt. He was shoving it hard against Barry's eager, searching mouth. Barry felt himself reacting, a tingling gripped his loins. He was tasting a hot ass, rimming it with his rough wet tongue.

Lifting up Barry pulled Woody over onto his back and found that with just a few licks, Woody was growing hard again, too.

Woody sat up and grabbed another beer. "Fuck me again, buddy. I need a good fuck, and man, you fuck g-o-o-o-o-o-o-d!" His voice was just starting to slur.

Barry rubbered up, lubed down, laid Woody down in front of him and lifting Woody's legs high, stroked in. Woody was still chugging while Barry was humping away, steadily building up his momentum, letting the passion grow. Woody passed out just as Barry went into a high flying orbit. He was wildly rocking the boat, crying into the night with ecstatic fever as he climaxed again. Totally exhaused, Barry curled up next to the snoring form in which he had just spent himself. Hugging Woody's warm body to him, he fell asleep.

The sun was just a faint glow in the east when Barry woke. Tugging on his shorts and stuffing his boxers in the rear pocket, he went down the ladder. He slid into the water and ducked under striking out for the sailboat. Coming up on the other side he pulled himself up and in. Hoisting the anchor he drifted with the tide out onto the York. Barry raised his sail and silently stole away.

When Woody's eyes came unglued he looked around. Barry was gone. Standing by the ladder looking over at where the sailboat had been he saw something white floating. Woody smacked his head twice to clear out the ringing and then dove into the water. When he came up he was holding a pair of boxers. A strange Fourth of July souvenir, he thought, but -- it will have to do.