I dropped the Mako off at the Yacht Basin and walked the five minutes over to Doc Ford’s. I opted for an Island Mojito and the grouper tacos. I had some time to kill before my flight, so one mojito turned into three. I started thinking of Dirk. I pulled his business card out of my wallet and looked at his picture. I couldn’t believe how handsome he was and even more so, I couldn’t believe I had sucked his cock, swallowed...

I rose up on my elbows and looked down at my groin area. A terrycloth hand towel was draped demurely across my cock and balls. I sighed deeply and considered what had transpired over the last hour. First, some background: I had been a rudderless ship for almost three years. I was only fifty-five when my wife of twenty-seven years was killed by a drunk driver. I went through the usual stages of grief and returned to my job...