Narrow boat weekend with friend

“I don’t think your wife likes me very much.”

Snickering, he looked at me with this exaggerated expression on his face, “oh why do you say that?”

“I guess it might have been that moment when she said I wasn’t allowed to come visit you in your new house.”

“Yeah,” he shrugged, “you might be onto something there.”

“Do you think she knows?”

“That we fuck?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t know, I mean its not like she and I don’t fuck, although she is pissed at me because I said I didn’t want another kid, two is enough, but she is relentless, I sometimes think its all about control and power with her, meh,” he ramlbed off, “I don’t know.”

I gave a sympathetic sigh and said, “I’m actually surprised she is letting us do this.”

“Yeah, there’ll be hell to pay when I get back” he laughed.

Surprisingly, he and I were on our way to a narrow boat base along one of the canals where we were to get the key (s?) to a narrow boat we had rented for three nights.

My husband had said absolutely unequivocally NO when i asked if he wanted to go, and then my buddy and I were talking and he said he’d love to go.

It took awhile for him to raise the idea with his wife but eventually with a typically snide comment (for her when I was in the frame) she said we could go but he had to take the dog.

So here we were, driving along the motorway with my dog and his in the back of my SUV setting out on a little adventure.

I’ve talked about this “straight” friend in other stories and although we have swapped more bodily fluid between us than most married couples, we’ve actually not spent more than a few hours together at one time.

So I was a little nervous about this and as I drove and we nattered away, my mind was spinning through various scenarios, “will we sleep in the same bed? Is this going to be a fuck fest weekend? Are we just friends on this?”

I was tormenting myself in anticipation of what would or wouldn’t happen on the weekend.

After a good 5 hour drive to the starting point, we received our orientation on how to manoeuvre the boat through the waterways and the all-important briefing. The guy was very militant about this: “Max speed is 4mph! Slow down to almost a tick over when cruising past moored boats! Move to the RIGHT-HAND SIDE (opposite to driving) of the canal if another boat is coming towards you. No Sailing past 8PM! Follow good lock etiquette!”

Both of us were stifling the giggles at this lesson in canal etiquette but before too long we were lobbing our bags on board and getting the dogs settled.

The boat itself was 58 foot and much bigger than we actually needed, but I wasn’t certain we would only need one bed so this one had two double beds in private rooms, two toilets each with a shower and at the bow of the interior, there was a cute little kitchen and sitting area. At the stern where the tiller was, there was a little outdoor space which would become the place we hung out in the most.

My torment over sleeping arrangements was settled pretty quickly as we moved our gear inside.

“Why don’t we sleep in the bigger room and then put our crap in the other one?” He suggested.

Made perfect sense.

Although they pack a lot of features into a 58foot canoe, it is still called a narrow boat for a reason.

And off we went.

Well off we went slowly……painfully slow it seemed, and I chuckled because of the guy orienting us at the start, “No more than 4mph!” Not sure we could get going that fast even if we were going downhill.

The first day of our adventure was just a half day essentially and as we do when out walking, he and I just natter away about everything and anything, but there was a sense of freedom to our interactions this time.

I was tillering the boat along, the dogs were amusing themselves at the bow visibly excited about their new floating home, and at one point, he went to go inside to top up the wine but as he passed by me, he wove his arms around my waist to squeeze by.

My cock jumped at this. Him squeezing past me was so tender and felt so natural.

Off he went, me being captain with a huge smile on my face in anticipation of what our first night was going to be like on board.

Adhering to the 8pm rule, we had found a secluded place along the canal to moor for the night. There were no other boats nearby and except for the footpath running along the side, there were no houses and as it got dark, we didn’t see any people either.

We had a really nice and simple meal; charcuterie, cheese and more wine sitting on the stern of the narrow boat enjoying the hot summer evening.

Dogs walked, dishes cleaned up, he came back to the stern with a new bottle of wine and sat across from me nattering away about something as he does which is the cutest thing ever.

As I have described in my other stories, this man is a virile baby making handsome fucker and as he fiddled with the cork screw I was keenly aware of becoming aroused just watching him.

He was wearing a fairly tightly fitted t-shirt and I noticed that the veins on his forearms popped as he twisted the cork out of the bottle. He looked so fucking sexy. Weird eh? Turned on by a man opening a bottle of wine.

As it started to get dark, we were magically moving closer and closer to each other.

Or maybe it was subconsciously, but as the bottle drained down, we were now sitting with my left leg firmly against his right leg. Both of us were barefoot and in shorts.

Clearly he was hard by the sight of his bulge, and I was equally as hard, but remarkably, neither of us had initiated groping or copping any feels whatsoever.

“This is nice,” he said leaning his head back to look up into the canopy of the trees lining the canal.

Leaning back like that, I couldn’t resist, he was prone and ready to be touched, so I turned slightly and shifted my body so as to place my head on his chest while my hand roamed down his belly and onto the crotch.

He was rock hard.

I ran my fingers over his crotch very lightly and he moaned and shifted a little to make room for his cock.

But this time of the evening, it was almost completely dark and we had been benefitting from candlelight already for awhile so I felt emboldened to slide myself down onto the floor of the stern.

On my knees, I grabbed each of his thighs and pushed his legs apart.

I stared into his eyes the entire time I massaged his lovely thick thighs and slowly worked my way up to his crotch.

As I fumbled with his belt, button and zipper of his shorts, he reached down, removed my glasses, bent down and planted a sensual kiss on my lips.

While we kissed, I freed his dick and gently stroked him.

There was a wad of precum dripping down which I spread with one finger around the head of his cock.

He released me from the kiss and leaned back against the side of the boat and I went to work with my mouth around his cock.

When we have fucked in the woods in the past, he tended to be very rough and aggressive with me which was totally fine, but tonight, we were both on a different wavelength.

I was fairly certain I’d be fucked six ways to Sunday either way, but in this moment, right then and there, we were lovers.

“Come on,” he said standing up, “lets go to bed.”

Wiping dick spit from my chin I followed him to the bedroom and we both stripped what remained of our clothing and embraced each other while kissing.

I let go of him only long enough to excuse myself to the toilet for the necessary cleaning and when I came back, he was laying back stroking his hard cock.

He had pulled out a bottle of poppers, lubed himself up and was slowing pumping his cock with a wickedly sexy smile on his face.

I didn’t feel the need to waste much more time so I climbed onto the bed, straddled him, reached around to smear some lube on my hole and then positioned the tip of his big thick dick at my ass.

Four huge hits of poppers later, I rocked back and forth while he poppered up and I slowly impaled myself onto his cock.

Fuck he felt good in my ass.

I rocked back and forth, up and down and enjoyed every inch of him in me raw and natural.

As I expected would happen, the pace of our love making increased as we moved around the bed in various positions.

After riding him, he fucked me missionary for awhile, the entire time our mouths locked in a kiss. Then he rolled me over and mounted me with the full weight of his body crushing me as he fucked me deep.

And then he started to pound me harder and harder in this position.

Now we were at the same dirty macho fuck fest moment we normally enjoyed in the woods during a dog walk.

My prostate was throbbing from his long strokes and then he pulled out and motioned for me to get on all fours.

“Your hole is gaping, you are such a cock slut, whore,” he said as he spat on my pucker and slammed his dick back into me.

He was intent on completing the job doggy style and as I moaned and groaned from the sensation against my ass, I stroked my own dick.

He was ready to blow and kindly asked me, “Where do you want my babies tonight?”

Half of me wanted a facial, the other half knew that his straight babies and all that virility belonged deep in my ass.

“Load my ass!” I screamed. “Fucking give me that nut!”

Two more thrusts from him and he went balls deep and held it there.

I wiggled my ass muscles to milk him as much as I could and then he came.

He shuddered and grunted and buried his dick as deep as he could.

We were both almost motionless and I could feel his dick pulsating as I squeezed down in an attempt to get as much cum out of him as I could.

After a couple of pulses inside me, I blasted my own load of jizz all over the bed spread and we collapsed beside each other with his dick flopping out of my sloppy well fucked hole.

I cuddled up beside him and put my head on his chest.

We were both panting to catch our breath and it must have been later than I knew because shortly after, we were both asleep curled up in each other’s arms.

Now, this was the first night of our three day adventure and you can only imagine what transpired the following days.

I won’t go into all the details but suffice to say, I am a big fan of narrowboat holidays now.