Many of us know we are not professional writers. We make grammatical errors, and our sentence structure may not be the best in the world. Sometimes there may be a better way to express our thoughts than we write down. I have noticed that whenever I have posted a new story there are those that immediately hate it. It then levels off and the rankings begin to climb to normalcy. If you are one of those who automatically vote that you disliked the story just because you can, please leave my stories and everyone else’s alone. This should be a fun and erotic place, not one where we wonder why some of you people do what you do just because you can. I don’t know if it’s a power play that excites you or you are just mean. Either way I am respectfully asking you not to vote. And if you truly dislike a story, please lease a note why; so we can improve by taking your comments to heart and correcting our mistakes.

My name is Daniel and at 25 years old I have just graduated and received my masters in clinical Psychology. I am becoming burnt out with school and am taking a break before diving in and working toward my PHD.

My best friend Matt has just received his Nurse Practitioners license and is about to move three states away to take a job and set down some roots with his girlfriend, whose family lives there. Matt and I have known each other since we were five, and up to this point we have been able to align our lives in such a way that we have always lived within a hundred miles of each other and could visit often.

We decided to have one last fling before our duo was split and so we started planning a trip to go deep sea fishing and boating off the coast of Florida. We were planning to rent a boat and just float out on the ocean for a full week drinking beer and kicking back without a care in the world, before we jumped back into that thing called…… life.

As the time drew near, and arrangements were being finalized, we realized that such a trip was going to put a strain on both of us financially and so Matt suggested we invite Antonio to tag along and split the finances three ways. I did not know Antonio well, but he had been Matt’s college roommate for the last three years and seemed like a pretty nice guy.

Antonio was all for the adventure and as it turned out his family has money………… a lot of money and so suddenly the trip was returning to be an adventure instead of a financial load on any of us. Antonio is quite the lady’s man and kept asking if he could bring some babes along. Both Matt and I were insistent that this was a bro only trip because it was to be our last hurrah and we didn’t know when we would be able to get together in the future. Antonio finally gave in and stopped asking about it.

I myself stand six foot two and weigh one hundred and eighty-five pounds. My hair is sandy brown and my eyes hazel. I won’t say that I’m built like a brick shit house, but I work out daily and I consider myself extremely muscular.

Matt is a lot shorter than I, being about five foot 9 and weighing in at one hundred and sixty. Like me Matt is extremely athletic and has the body to show for it. His hair is shoulder length and red as an evening sunset. His eyes are the deepest blue and there is no doubt about his heritage when he speaks with his Irish accent, he acquired from his Ma and Da.

Now James is a little different. He is more of the college partier than the athletic type. He stands just about six feet tall and weighs in at close to two hundred pounds. He is not particularly muscular but carries his weight well beneath his black Italian hair and almost black, piercing eyes.

We arrived in Florida and went to claim our home for the week. I was expecting a modest size pleasure boat, but my mouth dropped open when we were led to a luxury yacht, which was easily twice as big as I expected. Antonio had made the charter and I turned to him and asked, “How much was this?