The Catbird Seat:
South Beach Romances by Neil Plakcy is a collection of short stories and a
novella, all previously e-published and all set in Miami
Beach .
The Catbird Seat: South Beach Romances
- CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform (June 27, 2013)
- ISBN-10: 149055792X
- ISBN-13: 978-1490557922
Excerpt from the title story, The Catbird Seat:
It was a picture-postcard day at the Miami Beach Marina, the
sky a pale blue with a lazy stripe of high, thin clouds. The scent of machine
oil and salt water floated past him, carrying the noise of an ambulance siren
on Alton Road and the deep,
guttural roar of a cigarette boat revving its engines. Wavelets lapped gently
at the hull as a Coast Guard patrol boat puttered by on its way back to its
base along the MacArthur Causeway.
Down the dock, he saw a fine-looking white man step off the
deck of a catamaran that had come in the night before. He looked to be in his
late thirties, perhaps ten years older than Rashid, with a muscular body
encased in a tight-fitting emerald-green polo shirt and tan cargo shorts.
As the man strolled down the deck toward him, Rashid noticed
his blond hair slicked back and skin tanned to the color of strong tea.
Everything about the guy, from the gold coin on a rope chain around his neck to
the expensive deck shoes on his feet, said rich
and sailor. That was a combination
Rashid could get into.
“Nice boat,” Rashid said as the man approached.
“Nothing compared to yours,” the man said.
“Ah, but I’ll bet you own yours. I’m just the hired hand on
this beauty.”
“I’m Bjorn,” the man said, sticking out his hand. The touch
of his rough, calloused palm against Rashid’s sent an electric tingle through
Rashid’s body, a sensation further enhanced by the way Bjorn’s sparkling blue
eyes fixed on Rashid’s own.
“Rashid. Pleased to meet you. You planning to stay long?”
“For a while. Depends on how friendly the atmosphere is.”
“Oh, you’ll find we’re very friendly around here,” Rashid
said, still holding Bjorn’s hand.
Bjorn looked down at Rashid’s bikini and smiled. “I can see
that.”
Embarrassed by the bulge he was showing, Rashid released
Bjorn’s hand and picked up the hose again. Bjorn was no slouch in the groin
department either; it looked like he was just as pleased to meet Rashid as
Rashid was to meet him.
If there was a thing as love at first sight, then Rashid
knew what it felt like. With the sun behind him, Bjorn was wreathed in a golden
halo like some Aztec Indian’s first vision of the conquering Spaniards.
Rashid’s heart raced and the hand holding the hose quivered.
Bjorn stroked the teak guardrail. “Looks like a lot of love
goes into maintaining this boat. You ever give tours?”
“I could take you below right now.”
“I’ll bet you could.” Bjorn licked his lips and smiled
again.
Rashid turned off the hose and left it lying on the concrete
dock. He hopped onto the deck and said, “Coming?”
“Very soon,” Bjorn said, grinning devilishly again.
He followed Rashid through the main lounge to the stairs,
and Rashid felt the older man’s eyes on his butt the whole time. He hurried
down the stairs and stopped in front of the owner’s cabin. Bjorn didn’t wait
for an invitation; he walked right up to Rashid and locked lips, wrapping one
of his muscular, tanned arms around Rashid’s waist and pulling him close.
Up close, Bjorn smelled like aloe and lanolin and expensive
face cream. His lips were rough and chapped, and they pressed against Rashid’s
with an urgency matched by the pressure of Bjorn’s dick against his own.
“Missed this,” Bjorn said, rubbing his cheek against Rashid’s. “Sailing
single-handed is fun, but….”
“Sometimes you need another hand,” Rashid said, placing his
palm over Bjorn’s dick, which pulsed with solid heat.
“You could say that,” Bjorn groaned.
Rashid slid his hands under Bjorn’s polo shirt and pulled it
up over the blond’s head. Bjorn’s abs were flat, his skin smooth and hairless.
They embraced, chest to chest, Rashid’s skin just a few shades darker than
Bjorn’s. Bjorn leaned down to kiss Rashid’s shoulder as Rashid nibbled Bjorn’s
earlobe.
The sensation of skin against skin was amazing, but Bjorn’s
belt buckle pressed uncomfortably against Rashid, who began to undo it. Once
the belt was unlatched, the cargo shorts slid down to the deck, and Bjorn
stepped out of them. Both of them were left in bikini briefs and deck shoes,
dicks pressed against each other through thin layers of nylon and cotton.
They kissed again, each man opening his mouth to receive the
other’s tongue, their bodies touching at a dozen points. Rashid kicked off his
deck shoes and skinned down his bikini, then stepped inside the owner’s cabin
toward the king-sized bed.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” Bjorn said. Rashid was tall and
slender, with the bearing of an African king. His body was slim and toned by
sailing and boat maintenance rather than gym work. He had no big muscles, but
everything was in proportion, and his waist was still so slim he could wear the
sexiest designer pants when he wanted.
“Back at you, babe,” Rashid said. Bjorn’s body was older and
tougher than Rashid’s, but equally toned. When he slipped off his bikini
briefs, he revealed a thick, uncut dick sticking out from a bush of dark blond
hair. He kicked off his deck shoes too, and they embraced again, body against
body, at the foot of the bed.
Bjorn ran his hands down Rashid’s back, cupping his smooth
ass, pressing their bodies even closer together. Then he slid down to his knees
and took Rashid’s dick in his mouth.
Rashid opened his mouth and arched his head and neck back,
reveling in the sensation of Bjorn’s lips around his dick. He was so hard it
hurt, and every swipe of Bjorn’s tongue up the length of Rashid’s shaft sent
shivers through his body.
He reached down and gripped Bjorn’s head as the older man
began sucking him up and down. Rashid felt his pulse race and his nuts swell,
and with a strangled moan he came in Bjorn’s mouth.
Bjorn swallowed it all, licking his lips and smiling. He
stood up and kissed Rashid again, and Rashid tasted the salt of his own cum on
Bjorn’s lips. He pushed Bjorn down on the king-sized bed and crawled onto the
bed over top of him, sucking Bjorn’s monster cock.
“Turn around, baby,” Bjorn said.
Rashid scrambled around so that his ass was at Bjorn’s face
and resumed his cock-sucking. Bjorn wet his index finger and began playing with
Rashid’s hole.
Rashid felt almost delirious. It was hard to concentrate on
sucking Bjorn with that amazing sensation of Bjorn’s finger stroking, then
penetrating, his ass. But he focused his attention, bobbing his head up and
down on Bjorn as the older man’s body shivered and bucked.
With a quick intake of breath, Bjorn shot his wad down
Rashid’s throat. He gasped for breath for a moment, then turned and flopped
down next to Bjorn. “That was amazing,” he said.
“You bet.” Bjorn looked at his watch, a gold Bulgari with a
leather strap. “Shit, I’ve got an appointment. Gotta motor.”
He jumped up with an energy Rashid admired, and pulled on
his clothes. At the cabin door he turned and blew Rashid a kiss. “Later, babe,”
he said, and he was gone.
Rashid lay there for a minute. Who was that dude, anyway?
They’d jumped into bed so fast they’d hardly had time to exchange even the most
basic information.
But what the hell, it had been great sex.
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2 comments:
definitely a steamy excerpt for a steamy morning. Thanks, Neil, makes me want to take up boating.
Thanks, Victor!
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