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Night Jacking on My Sailboat

Posted by: Age: 32 then Posted on: 5 comments
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I've never had a man cave, but I've had a sailboat ...


Of all the beautiful places where I’ve masturbated in peace and bliss, my sailboat was the best. She was 22’ of sleek, white hull with powder blue non-skid on the deck. She could sleep six. I loved to take her out at dusk, leaving the marina and heading straight for the middle of the lake. Except for a good length of light lifeline I’d tie around my waist, I never wore more than a t-shirt, cutoffs and deck shoes, all of which I stripped off as soon as I had my sails up and could relax at the tiller. Lake breezes swirling around my naked body were like angels’ cool caresses on my face, chest, legs. They teased my dick to full-hard in no time, and I’d slowly jack off as I sailed along. There was no hurrying one of the most erotic experiences a person can have – naked night sailing. Some of you may well know what I’m talking about. If not, I hope you get to try it. I’d take with me an ice chest with beer and sandwiches and have a snack on the way to the center of the lake, which was huge, so my trip would usually take about an hour. Once out there, I’d release the sheet, let the bow point into the wind and let the sails luff up, allowing my wonderful boat to sort of come to a stop and just drift along lazily as I lay back, soaking in the starry night sky and running my hands slowly and softly over and around my dick and balls. I’d edge most of the night. I’d go to the bow pulpit, put my legs between the steel supports and ride the bow which was like riding a rocking horse while I jacked off. Sometimes, other boats would pass nearby, and on full-moon nights I could see and hear groups of naked men and women on them, laughing, talking, drinking. I'd fantasize about being with them in a circle jerk. I could have done that, but I'm too much of a lone wolf. We were all happy. We all knew most everyone was naked or half-naked, beating off and riding erotic highs, and that was aesome. Finally, when I could no longer take the edging and my balls were turning blue, I’d stand up and shoot my load into the lake, shivering with ecstacy. Then I’d hold onto a stay, unwind, throw out my anchor and fall into deep and peaceful sleep. 

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