Houseboat

I had been sitting at the table going over bills. Something Jenny had always done. But since the divorce a year ago I was now doing a lot of things I hadn't done before.

Rent was due on my tiny apartment. Twice as much as the mortgage had been on our three bedroom house. I had savings after the divorce, we sold the house and split the profit. Jenny had moved in with her 'girlfriend' she had cheated on me with.

We did counseling, we even talked about opening our marriage. But she finally confessed that she didn't love me anymore.

I picked up the paper, hoping to find some place cheaper to rent. There was an ad that caught my eye, didn't know if it was bad spelling, or what but I stopped and read it.

"Bi Boat?" Was the title. There was a picture of a house boat floating at the lake. I hadn't thought about living on a boat since I was a kid. Jenny wasn't fond of being on the water, so I had never push for us to spend time there. Which was crazy, as it was only 20 mins away.

I thought about the commute, an extra 20 mins isn't bad.

The only other thing in the ad was the name of the boat, "Enola Gay" and "Make me an offer I can't refuse".

I glanced at my watch, it was to late to head out there right now. Sun would be down by the time I got there. I decided since tomorrow was Saturday I'd head up there in the morning. Check out the boat and maybe make a day of it at the lake. Hadn't been up there in years.

It was about ten when I pulled up to the dock. The sun was bouncing off of the water. And there was that fishy smell in the air.

Next to the dock was 'Jimmy's tackle' a cross between a fishing shack with lures and bait, but there was also a cafe and some groceries for the nearby campgrounds.

There were only a few boats moord at the dock. Only one was a houseboat. As I walked up I saw a bell hanging and gave it a ring.

It was a min or two before I heard the sliding glass door.

I noticed the pink sheer robe first, it was edged with little pink feathers. I was embarrassed at first as I thought this woman was coming to great me topless, but I realized she was a tall thin man. Almost skinny. He had long red wavy hair that I realized was a wig. And he had a leopard print thong on.

He leaned against the railing, took a drag off of a cigarette.

"So you have an appointment?" He asked. It was somewhat sarcastic, as he already knew I didn't.

"Ah, no, sorry. The ad didn't say anything about an appointment." I said.

I glanced over my shoulder, gestured with my thumb and head, that I should go.

"I think... I ah... I'm sorry I bothered you." I said. Trying to keep my composure.

He stood up, took another drag off of his cigarette. His voice softened.

"Don't be silly darling, you're welcome to come aboard."

He had turned and began walking back to the 'house' part of the boat. I could see the thong split his ass cheeks under the thin pink cloth.

"Are you coming?" He called out. As he stepped back through the open door.

I paused a moment. I had driven all the way out here, why should I care who the current owner was. I came to check out the boat. If he was comfortable how he was dress, I wouldn't let it bother me either.

When I stepped through the sliding door. I could see the interior definitely matched to current owner. Pinks and animal print decked out everything. Even the kitchenette had a pink refrigerator.

The man was seated on a loveseat that was tiger print. His arms draped over the back, and legs crossed tight, that would make a head mistress proud.

He stood up when I entered. And what I could only describe as sashayed over to the kitchenette.

"Would you like a drink?"

It wasn't even 10:30 yet.

"Wine?" He asked as he poured two glasses.

He had walked back over to me. Barely inches in front of me. He handed me a glass, and I accepted. I didn't want to be rude.

I noticed his high cheekbones and feminine face. Makeup even. It was understandable that I mistook him as a woman to begin with.

He ran a finger down my chest as he stepped backwards before sitting down again on the loveseat.

"This is really nice." I said. "It's bigger then I expected."

He sat there silently, like he was trying to figure me out.

"Do you mind if a look around"? I asked.

"Feel free darling, there isn't much you can't already see."

There was a decent size studio where we had been at, and the kitchenette. I noticed a small hallway, that had a bathroom to one side and a closet on the other. There was also a door that led to the helm, and a small deck beyond that.

When I returned. He was still sitting on the loveseat. But this time he was fully naked. In shock I spilled the wine on myself. And began swiping it off.

I hadn't noticed he had crossed the room and was offering me a towel with his outstretched hand. His cock was just hanging there. So brazen. He was a big boy. And it had a peculiar curve to it. How I don't know but I figured it was from tucking often.

His balls however were huge. I tried to make like I wasn't looking as I dabbed the wine from my shirt. Which luckily was white. But those balls. I'd never seen such a big pair.

He knew I was looking. So I composed myself and stood up straight.

"I'm sorry there must have been some kind of mistake. I thought the boat was for sale." I said.

You could see the lightbulb go off in his head, and he stepped back slightly.

"Oh, I'm for sale darling, but no, the boat isn't."

I realized the spelling wasn't a mistake in the ad. He was just being clever but not necessarily discreet.

"I, umm. I'm gonna go I think. There's nothing wrong with being... I mean. But it's not for me." I said trying to be as nice as possible.

"Are you sure about that darling?" He asked.

I was suddenly aware I had a hard on. I had worn swimming trunks thinking I'd go for a swim later. And the loose cloth did nothing to hide the tent pole I had.

I tried covering it up and started to leave. I was almost to the door when he called out to me.

"I'm here if you change your mind."

I glanced back as he was sitting himself down on the loveseat once again. But my eyes went straight to his cock and balls once again.

I almost left. There was a war going on between my head and my belly. Stay, go, stay, go.

I found myself at his door again. He was sipping his wine.

"I'm sorry." I said "I've just never been in a position of, you know..."

"No need to explain darling, we are who we are."

We were both silent a moment. Then he offered me another glass of wine.

I sat down on a small stool across from the loveseat, and he handed me my glass as he gracefully passed by on his way back to his seat.

"I don't have any money," I began, "I'm not even saying I want to do anything." I tried to keep composure. But I could feel my own dick thinken as thoughts kept running though my head. "But I'm curious on how, you know, something like this would work."

"Forget about the money right now darling."

I squirmed in my seat a little. I was trying to hide the fact my cock was beginning to swell.

He stood up and crossed the room to me. His cock just inches from my face. He took a finger and lifted my chin and we looked into each other's eyes.

"This can work any way you want it to darling. I can touch you, or if you prefer, you could touch me."

He leaned over and kissed my forehead. Then whispered in my ear.

"Everything is up to you darling, only what you want, only at your speed. On the house."

I was so aroused at this point. I hadn't realized just how hard I was.

He had stepped away and closed the sliding door, and pulled the pink curtains to give a bit more privacy.

He stepped over to the loveseat once again, but instead of sitting, he bent over exposing his tan ass, and in the center his tiny hole. He swayed back and forth a moment beckoning me.

Before I knew it I was across the room with my tongue in his ass. He pushed back onto my face to give me a nice deep lick.

I had never eaten ass before. Jenny wasn't into ass play, in fact she was never even into me grabbing it. But here I was. My face buried deep in this guy's ass.

He was trembling and bucking under my licks. And when I came up for air I could see his cock was beginning to swell. So I took it into my hand and began jacking him off as I smashed my face into his ass once again.

He suddenly stood up, and I thought maybe I had done something wrong. But he just turned around and pushed me back to the floor.

He pulled the string to my swim trunks and I helped him pull them down, exposing my raging hard on.

He took his finger and rubbed the precum from my tip and brought it to his mouth. A look of satisfaction crossed his face.

He took hold my cock and positioned me to his ass. Wiping my own slobber on to the head of my cock before pushing his ass over my swelled mushroom head.

There was a slight plop but his ass took me with ease. I couldn't believe the grip it had over my cock.

There was no warming up. No need for subtlety. This elegant, feminine man was pounding away on my cock with such force and control. I lost all sense of which way was up.

I was getting closer. I knew I had to warn him. We hadn't even used any protection. But it was like he knew my body already. Before I had gotten to close he pulled up off me.

Out of no where he had a warm wet rag he used to wipe my cock off and then he had me throat deep. It was like we never skipped a beat. His mouth slid up and down my shaft and he'd bury his face in my crotch on the way back down. I could feel his throat gulping at my cock. But the man had no gag reflex.

I could feel the tingle. Every guy knows the feeling. He knew exactly when my balls stiffened and he buried his face in my crotch again.

This time I let loose. My body was in spasms as I pumped load after load in his throat. I could feel the warm air of him exhaling through his nose. But he kept me deep in his throat for every drop.

I was soft again before he let my cock loose. I lifted my head and looked at each other once again. He wiped the corner of his mouth, sat up and grabbed my glass of wine and took a drink.

I just layed there. Unable to move. Totally drained.

He offered me my wine. And I sat up and took a drink.

"So how would you like to take the boat out darling? I know this secluded little cove we can anchor at, maybe go skinny dipping?"

"Well I did bring my trunks." I said.