The Windsurfer
By The Fisherman
The sun beat down on the choppy white caps as the Northerly wind kicked up on the Bay, it had the makings of a decidedly treacherous afternoon. The wind was slowly increasing from the pleasant 15 knots it had been when I set out on my fishing trip, it was now blowing at around 20 knots. In the distance I could see the sails of the windsurfers as they flew across the waves closer in to the shore, about 3 miles away. The brilliant colours of the sails contrasted with the dirty brown and white flecked water of the sea, as it heaved under the influence of the increasing wind. The boat was beginning to roll and toss as it tugged against the constraining anchor, as it tried to follow the wind and waves as they fled towards the horizon. The temperature was rising under the influence of the hot wind and the glaring sun and perspiration started to moisten my skin which helped cool me as the wind blew across my flesh. The fish were not cooperating as the barometric pressure was obviously falling,as the change in the weather was the precursor of a cold front approaching from the west. The wind kept on increasing till it became too uncomfortable to remain at anchor and I decided it was time to head for the Marina and put the boat away. I slowly began to make my way back the 10 miles to shelter, the boat pounding into the angry seas. Spray was being thrown right over the bows and I was getting a severe drenching as I battled with the wheel to keep the boat heading in the right direction. The seas always trying to push the boat side on into the broaching position, which is very dangerous in high seas. I had to increase the power from the motor to keep the bow under control & heading for the haven of the Marina. As the boat lurched and laboured through the seas now topping around 3 to 4 feet, I saw something in the water in the distance. It could only be seen when it lifted up on top of the angry white bearded waves as they slavered towards me, it was a bright red in colour but I couldn't make out what it was. As the boat approached closer to the object it became apparent that it was the sail of a windsurfer, this was not an uncommon occurrence on days such as this. I had rescued 5 other guys when they became exhausted from trying to beat their way back to the beach in strong off shore winds like this. I slowly approached the sail until I could see the guy lying across the hull of the craft, he seemed unconscious, as he didn't acknowledge the approach of the boat or the sound of the motor. This would make picking him from the water extremely difficult as I would have to stop the boat then run to try and get hold of the guy or the windsurfer. I motored very slowly to the windward of the craft and put th e motor into neutral letting the wind drive me down to him. Finally I was able to clutch his leg as it trailed out behind him, I slowly pulled him from the hull of the windsurfer then changed my grip to under his armpits. I was then able to lift his inert body up to the gunnel of the boat then dragging him into the safety of my rolling craft. As I pulled him over the side I was able to study what I had caught, he was a beautiful Asian boy of about 18 years of age. He was dressed as all windsurfers are in neck to ankle wet suite, but even this unflattering material did nothing to hide the slender but muscular body belonging to this guy. I carried him into the cabin with difficulty due to the rolling of the boat and very nearly ended up falling overboard with him in my arms. Finally he was laid on the bunk still unconscious, so I checked his vital signs, his pulse was stable and he was breathing regularly so I knew he was not in any danger but was simply completely exhausted. I thought he would be more comfortable out of the wet suite as the salt water was drying quickly in the heat and soon the salt crystals would be irritating his smooth skin. I rolled him over onto his stomach and unzipped the heavy zipper, as the suite parted like a pair of large black lips revealing the magnificent golden hue of his muscular back. I couldn't help myself as I ran a finger gently down his defined spine, he moaned softly and I thought he was awake, but no, he seemed to be still out to it. I rolled him over onto his back and I started peeling the suite off his muscular shoulders revealing in the feel of his soft smooth skin. The wet suite slowly revealed his mind blowing chest adorned by large soft nipples which seemed to glow in the light from the cabin window. As the wet suite was sliding down further the most beautiful set of abs. came into view, a perfect six pack was slowly revealed, then a cute navel which looked so incredibly tongue able. This boy was an adonis in disguise I was trembling as I slowly peeled the black clinging material further down till I found the top of a pair of bright red Speedos. The white cord sexily hung out the top, something that always turned me on, I continued to expose the hidden treasure. Then the mound of his penis became visible and it was semi erect lying across his hip and looked to be at least 6 inches. My mouth watered as I studied this magnificent male organ, as I studied it the length seemed to increase and the cock began to lift up straining the slippery smooth red material of his Speedos. I realised he was now conscious and I raised my head to find him watching me and smiling. I was very embarrassed at having been caught out as I had never been in this situation before, I was a novice and a complete virgin as far as sex went, with male or female. He croaked " where are we" his voice dry and rasping from all the salt he had swallowed while being buffeted by the seas. I said "you are on board my boat I had to rescue you as you were drifting to your death miles from shore". I asked him if he would like a drink while he absorbed this news, he nodded and thanked me for both saving him and a drink. I poured some cold water from the thermos jug I kept in the cabin, I moistened his lips then allowed himto sip a little at a time as it was dangerous to gulp down too much cold water in his condition. While he sipped the water I peeled the rest of the wet suite off his slender but muscular legs, which were completely devoid of hair. This guy was so smooth and supple he was like a dream as he settled back on the bunk, smiling at me. He had the body of a gymnast, it was absolutely mind blowing. I then poured some fresh water into a bucket and began to wash the clinging salt from his body, he let me minister to his body and just lay there trembling and moaning softly. His penis was throbbing and bouncing on his stomache as it tented the nylon cover upwards while a large damp spot was growing where the knob of his cock was standing up trapped by the cord of his Speedo. He was pumping precum at a great rate, so much was there that it looked like he had blown a load. I was washing his abdomen when the edge of my hand brushed the moist material sliding across the visible slit in the tip of his helmet. His body nearly leapt off the bunk and he moaned loudly and the trembling was so much he spilt what water was left in the glass all over his stomach. I couldn't help it my head lowered and I began to tongue the water as it dribbled over and around the prominent muscles of his 6 pack which was rigid as he spasmed. He dropped the glass and seized my head forcing me down to his rigid throbbing penis, I began to suck the area which was thick with the salty tasting precum, lapping it up and swallowing the sweet juice. He writhed and moaned crying out for me to pull his Speedo off and swallow his hot boner. I fumbled with the cord trying to undo it but due to the immersion in the sea the knot was too tight, I had to work the togs down off his hips and over his sweet bubble butt. My mouth found the throbbing soft but firm knob which was pumping copious amounts of sweet man juice which I greedily swallowed . My nose reached his dainty pubic bush as the knob of his cock touched the back of my throat, I inhaled the sweet smell of his perspiration mixed with the salt from his immersion in the sea. His hands caressed my blonde hair as he held my head over his groin, and he whispered "oh yes, you do that so well". I was amazed as I had never done this before, but he was obviously enjoying my attempt. His breathing became ragged and heavy as he arched his hips up off the bunk forcing his prick further into my throat and moaned "I'm cuming". I kept sucking on his vibrating pole when he arched right off the bunk and began spasming in my mouth spurting great globs of hot man juice straight from his balls. He was filling my mouth over and over as I frantically tried to swallow the tasty cream which was hitting the back of my throat and dribbling from the corners of my mouth. The eruption finally slowed to a trickle Then ceased as he collapsed back onto the bunk panting and shaking like a leaf. I then released his limp exhausted cock and tongued around his scrotum liking the cum that had dribbled from my mouth. He moaned again and arched his back, then spread and raised his knees to make it easier for me to access his wallnut sized balls as I mouthed each ball individually. He spread his legs wider apart and I saw his lovely little rose bud between the smooth rounded arse cheeks, I had to taste this mystical area. My tongue tip gently circled the tiny orifice delicately tickling the lips of the opening, he began to moan louder and was writhing on the bunk frantically, the tiny petals of the rosebud began to dilate as my tongue pushed further in. I then wet my finger with saliva and began to gently push it into his hot moist hole while he groaned and twitched. After some minutes I was able to implant two fingers then by working them around I was driving him insane till he screamed for me to fuck him. I climbed up onto the bunk and he placed his legs over my shoulders and I gently pushed the crimson head of my penis slowly into the forbidden tunnel. I stopped once his tight arse ring rolled over my knob and locked itself around the shaft of my cock. I stayed motionless until he began to push against my cock as his warm bowel swallowed my throbbing boner till my scrotum collided with his spine. He started to work his body up and down drawing me in then pushing me out, after a few minutes of this my ardor took over and I began to pound him mercilessly while he grunted and groaned screaming for me to fill him with my love juice. His cock was rigid again and standing proudly on his abs which were flexing as my 9 inch cock pounded in and out of his body. He spasmed and began to erupt all over his stomach and chest this caused me to fly and I exploded inside him coating his bowels with millions of wriggling sperm. We both collapsed breathing hard and feeling his boy juice squishing between our bare skin. We kissed entwining our tongues and duelling inside our mouths as we slowly came out of orbit and returned to reality as the boat was rolling worse than ever . I then realised while we were obliviously lost in our sexual orgy the wind had increased to an alarming 40 knots and the seas were now breaking over the cabin as we rolled almost gunnel under. I quickly jumped up and started the engine and slowly turned the bow into the wind and headed towards the shore. The seas were so bad I had to attack them at an angle as they were powerful enough to pitch pole the boat if I attacked them head on. My lovely boy was quite terrified by the size and force of these huge breakers that snarled and spat huge gouts of spray and spume at our small boat. He was sitting on the step into the cabin clutching my leg and trembling with fear. I said "don't worry we will make it in because as we get closer in it will calm down". He smiled tentatively and said "I hope so I don't want to lose you now I've found you". I was stunned and exalted at the same time as I had never had anyone show me affection other than my parents. He moved closer to me and stretched up to kiss my penis as it swung back and forth with the gyrations of the boast. I then knew I had found the person I wished to share my life with. As we neared the shore it was calm enough for my lover to dress me and himself before we entered the marina. We reached the marina and tied the boat up to the floating dock , leaving it there for the fork lift to lift it from the water and place it into the storage rack. I led my boy up to my car and we drove away as the sun set on the wind tortured waters where we had sealed our love. That was 25 years ago and we are still just as much in love today as we were then.