Waves of Want

The moment I saw him step onto the yacht, my cock twitched hard against my swim trunks. His name was Alex—tall, broad-shouldered, with sun-bronzed skin and a confident grin that made my pulse race. I was Jake, the neighbor who'd offered to take the new tenant out for a weekend sail after he mentioned loving the water. We barely knew each other, but the air between us crackled with raw, unspoken hunger the second our eyes locked.

"Damn, this boat is sweet," Alex said, tossing his bag below deck. His voice was low and rough, like gravel under waves. "You sure it's cool to take her out alone? I don't wanna impose."

I leaned against the rail, letting the sea breeze cool my heated skin. "Nah, man. She's mine. And I could use the company. You look like you know how to handle a tiller."

He chuckled, peeling off his shirt to reveal a sculpted chest dusted with dark hair. My mouth went dry. We cast off quickly, the yacht slicing through the harbor and into open water under a blazing afternoon sun. Within twenty minutes, the tension was unbearable. I caught him staring at my ass when I bent to secure a line.

"See something you like?" I asked, turning to face him. My heart hammered.

Alex stepped closer, his breath warm against my face. "Fuck yeah. Been checking you out since I moved in next door. Didn't know you swung that way, Jake."

"Surprise," I muttered, grabbing his waistband and yanking him against me. Our mouths crashed together in a messy, desperate kiss—tongues sliding, teeth nipping. His hands roamed down my back, squeezing my ass hard enough to make me groan into his mouth.

We didn't waste time. Right there on the sun-warmed deck, I dropped to my knees, the yacht rocking gently beneath us. The salty air mixed with the musky scent of his skin as I tugged his shorts down. His cock sprang free—thick, veined, already leaking precum at the tip.

"Holy shit, look at you," I breathed, wrapping my fist around his shaft. It throbbed hot and heavy in my grip.

"Suck it, Jake. Been dreaming about your mouth since the day I saw you mowing the lawn shirtless."

I didn't need telling twice. I took him deep, lips stretching around his girth, tongue swirling over the head. The wet sounds of my slurping mixed with his guttural moans. "Fuck... yeah, just like that. Deeper, man. Take my cock down your throat."

I bobbed faster, gagging a little as he hit the back of my throat, saliva dripping down my chin. His fingers tangled in my hair, guiding me roughly. The boat creaked, waves lapping at the hull while I worshipped his dick, one hand cupping his heavy balls.

"Stop—I'm gonna cum too soon," he panted, pulling me up. His eyes were wild with lust. "I want that ass. Bend over the rail."

I stripped fast, kicking my trunks aside, my own cock aching and dripping. The polished wood felt cool under my palms as I leaned forward, spreading my legs. Alex spat on his fingers, circling my tight hole before pushing one in, then two, scissoring me open.

"God, you're tight. You ever take a cock this big before?"

"Not like yours," I gasped, pushing back against his hand. "Fuck me already, Alex. I need it."

He lined up and thrust in hard, burying half his length in one go. The burn was intense, delicious. I cried out, the sound lost over the open sea. He gripped my hips, pounding deeper until his balls slapped my ass. Each stroke dragged over my prostate, sending sparks through me.

"Fuck, your hole is gripping me so good," he growled, spanking my ass cheek. The sharp smack echoed. "Take it all, neighbor. This is what you wanted, isn't it?"

"Yes—harder! Pound my ass!" I begged, my voice breaking.

He fucked me relentlessly, the yacht swaying with our rhythm. Sweat slicked our bodies, the sun beating down on my back. I reached down to stroke my own cock, matching his pace. The pressure built fast—his thick dick stretching me, the wet slap of skin on skin, his grunts mixing with my moans.

He pulled out suddenly, spinning me around. "On your back. I wanna see your face when I fill you."

We moved to the cushioned bench. I lay back, legs hooked over his shoulders as he slid back inside my slick hole. This angle was deeper, brutal. He leaned down, kissing me sloppily while thrusting.

"I'm close," I whimpered against his lips. My balls tightened.

"Cum for me," he commanded, hammering faster. "Shoot that load while my cock's buried in your ass."

I exploded first, ropes of hot cum splattering my chest and abs. My hole clenched around him, milking his dick. With a roar, Alex followed, slamming deep and pumping me full. I felt every pulse, his cum flooding my insides, leaking out around his shaft as he kept grinding through the aftershocks.

We collapsed together, breathing hard, the gentle rock of the yacht lulling us. He kissed my neck softly, fingers tracing the mess on my skin.

"Best damn welcome to the neighborhood," Alex murmured with a lazy grin.

I laughed, pulling him closer. "Stay the whole weekend. We've got a lot more waves to ride."