One PM. Riverbank hums quiet. Plane trees shade strollers. I fiddle with gear on my little motorboat. Sit on the bow. Light a cig. Puff slow. Eyes wander. Spot him. Gray hair. Late fifties, maybe sixty. Slim but built. Jean, light shirt. Stops close. Smiles. ‘Nice boat.’ We chat. Engine. Fishing lies. Offer him a cold beer. He hops aboard. Rear seats. Name’s Henri. Tutoyer quick. Time slips. He asks for a spin. Why not? Motor hums. We glide mid-Rhône. Seek calm spot. Wind-sheltered. Vegetation hugs bank. Birds chirp. Kill engine. Drift lazy. Sun bites. ‘Mind if I ditch the shirt?’ ‘Nah. Me too.’ Heat crushes. Laugh. He jokes. ‘Home, I strip more.’ ‘Go ahead. Seen it all.’ Giggle. Clothes drop. Shoes. Shirts. Pants. Boxers slide. Naked. Beers crack. Breeze licks skin. Paradise. Chat fades. Silence sweet. He lights cig. Leans close. Fire. Stretches. Legs spread. Eyes drop. His cock. Thick. Soft still. Balls heavy. Mine twitches. He catches stare. Opens eyes. ‘Dreaming?’ ‘Sorry.’ Cock stirs. Swells. Rises. Huge. Gland like plum. Veins bulge. I flush. Mine hardens. He grins. Strokes slow. Skin peels back. Shiny head. Pre-cum beads. ‘Join me.’ Heart races. Hand reaches. His pulls away. Mine wraps. Hot. Hard. Throb. Pump slow. Perverse rush. He moans soft. Water laps hull. Boat creaks faint. Bank rustles. Walkers maybe watch. Distant voices. Risk tingles.
His eyes burn. Vice. Pride. ‘Suck it.’ Lie. But crave. Lean. Lips brush head. Salty. Tongue laps. Stretch jaw. Inch in. Half shaft. Veins pulse mouth. Hand pumps base. Balls cup. Heavy. He groans low. ‘Fuck yes.’ Boat rocks gentle. Splashes hush. Wind whispers leaves. I bob. Slurp quiet. Spit slicks. He grabs my cock. Strokes firm. Fire spreads. Kneels. Swallows mine. Hot wet. Tongue swirls. Drops lower. Licks balls. Past. Legs up. Shoulders. Ass exposed. Tongue rims. Wet probe. Finger teases hole. Push. In. Gasp. Twist. Pump. Prostate sparks. Stars. Crave more. Turn. Bend over seat. Ass up. Legs spread. Boat wood digs knees. ‘Prep me.’ Glacière rummage. Ham butter. Fingers grease. Slips easy. Two now. Scissor. Moan bites lip. Full. Ready. He lubes beast cock. Head nests. Nudge. Burn. Breathe. Push back. Pop. Gland breaches. Sting fades. Full. Inch by inch. Gut stretches. Belly to ass. Whole. Impaled. Waves slap. Creak groan. Shore shadows flicker light. Eyes pry? Thrill spikes.
The Spark Ignites on the Riverbank
He grips hips. Pulls out. Thrust. Slow build. Pace quickens. Slaps skin. Wet squelch. Finger my cock. Milk pre. Fucks deep. Prostate hammers. Cum brews. He swells. Grunts. ‘Gonna fill.’ Clench. Erupt. Rope hits deck. He floods. Hot jets. Guts pulse. Collapse. Pant. Clean quick. Wipes. Beers last. Laugh nervous. Motor on. Dock. Shake hands. Secret sealed. Walk away. Heart thuds. Bank empty. No stares. Home calls. Kris sleeps maybe. Smile sly.