GONE FISHING

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When he was alive, my dad's passion was fishing.� He loved going fishing.� He usually fished with Herman, a buddy of his from work.�

Out of all of Dad's friends, I liked Herman the most, even before I started going fishing with him on a regular basis.� He was funny and treated me like I was someone special and not just some kid to be ignored.� He always remembered my birthday and he remembered me at Christmas, giving me footballs, basketballs, baseball gloves, bats and balls and all manner of other sporting goods.� Herman's presents were always good, including the cash he sometimes slipped to me on the side.� He was like a good uncle to me.

Long before I could remember, Dad and Herman partnered up and bought a little johnboat that they took out to the lake.� When I was around six years old, Dad and Herman also bought a wooded five acre "waterfront lot" with a small dumpy trailer on it.� Mom visited the trailer exactly once and once was enough for her.�

I loved fishing too, especially with my dad and/or Herman.� Every other weekend, he and Herman would head out after work on Friday, stay in the trailer and fish all day Saturday and Sunday morning.� Sometimes they would take me, especially when Mom insisted upon it.�

The lot was near the head of the lake, up in a cove where the water was rather shallow.� It wasn't exactly prime waterfront property, but it was on the water (usually) and the land was cheap.� Using an electric trolling motor you could get a small johnboat boat up in there, if you knew exactly where the channel was and where all the sunken snags were.�

Of course having a place right on the water invited swimming, even as weedy as it was.� It was a relief from the late afternoon summer heat.� I say swimming, it was more like wading and wallowing around in the soft bottom.� Dad and Herman had pulled all the snags and sunken logs from a patch of water fronting the trailer to form a "swimming hole", so unlike the rest of the cove it was more or less suitable and generally free of snakes.� For the most part the bottom was sandy and firm, but close to the bank was another matter.� No matter what, you squished through the soft sticky mud going in and going out; you ended up with so much mud on you at the end of a "swim" that you had to wash it off.����

Considering the muddy conditions and the fact that no one ever ventured up to where the trailer was either by land or by water, it was customary to simply swim in the nude.� That way it was easier to get cleaned up with a garden hose back at the trailer.� At least that was the official story.� It was what guys did at "camp" and it wasn't a secret.�

When I was around eleven years old, Dad broke his leg and couldn't go to camp with Herman for several months.� Herman asked Dad if I could go with him, as it wasn't very safe for one man to be alone fishing on the water by himself.� That was a good enough reason for Dad, and even though Mom was hesitant, she let me go.�

We went first to the trailer to drop off our supplies for the weekend, then we headed for the nearest boat launch and put the well used johnboat in the water, locking the gate to the camp behind us.� Normally either Dad or Herman then took the boat while the other drove the truck and trailer back to the trailer.� This time, we had no way of getting the truck back to the trailer, so Herman just left it at the launch after putting the johnboat in the water.

It was fairly late in the afternoon when we pulled the boat up to the small dock at the camp.� Herman suggested that we go swimming.� That was fine by me, I loved going swimming, especially at the camp.� I thought nothing of stripping off on the dock and jumping into the shallow water. I also thought nothing of Herman stripping off, as this was normal at camp.

We swam around for a while and played games like men and boys are wont to do in the water.� After a bit, things had calmed down and Herman was standing in knee deep water.� He says to me, "Jamie, are you looking at my dick?"

Well, I was and I wasn't.� Sure, I was looking at his dick, not that I had hadn't looked at it before.� Dad and me were uncut, but Herman was circumcised, and that had always fascinated me.�� I was looking, but no one had ever said anything about it before and the way he said it, it embarrassed me.

"Hey, don't be embarrassed," he said sincerely.� "I know guys aren't supposed to look at other guys' cocks, but we all do it.� Just so you'll know, it's no big deal to me if you want to look." I tried to pretend that he wasn't even there, but he wasn't having any of it.�

"Come here, Jamie." I knew I had to listen to him, so I waded up to him.� "Take a good long look," he said.� I looked.� "It's a dick.� All guys have dicks.� Some big, some not so big."

I wasn't very tall then, but he wasn't at eye level either, so I looked down at his mature organ.� It was so much larger than mine, but not as large as my dad's cock.

"You want to touch it?" he asked. I looked up at him and then back down at his dick.

"If you want to touch it, touch it.� It's okay by me."� I did want to touch it and so I did.

Naturally I had touched my own dick nearly a million times by that age, but I'd never touched anyone else's dick.� It felt so different.� Even soft it was heavy and substantial. But it didn't stay soft for long.� I felt it begin to swell in my hand and I yanked my hand away.

"Put your hand back on my dick," Herman said.� It wasn't exactly an order, but more of a suggestion, a suggestion I followed up on.

With each passing second, his dick grew ever larger and increasingly substanial in my hand, growing longer, thicker and ever harder, until he had a full on hard-on.� It was such a naughty thing to do, holding his dick while it got hard.� Of course being a boy, I liked doing naughty things if I thought I could get away with it. I kept running my fingers over it for a minute or so, then figuring that I had done enough, broke off contact and swam away.�

Nothing more happened between us during our swim.� He said nothing more and suggested nothing more.� I certainly didn't make any comments, even though the incident wasn't far from my mind.�

With the daylight beginning to fade, we waded out through the sticky mud near at the bank, gathered our clothes and walked to the trailer where the garden hose was deployed to wash off the mud stuck to our feet and shins.�

Once inside, it was customary to put on some clothes. I slipped on the tightie-whities I had worn all day. Herman, however, made no effort to cover up, preferring to go about his business totally nude.� Even when we ate the fried chicken he'd bought on the way out, he remained nude.� Standing at the sink, devouring thighs and breasts and swilling cold beer, he was a sight to see.� It was so different from seeing him naked while swimming. He also never did anything like that when Dad was around.

There was no cable nor satellite dish at the camp, but there was a TV hooked up to a VCR.� After we ate, Herman popped in a tape and we watched a Claude Van Damme movie.� I was never allowed to watch such a violent movies at home, but I wasn't home; I was in a trailer, deep in the woods, sitting next to a naked man who was my father's best friend. Other than his nudity, Herman made no effort to engage me sexually.�

We would be getting up before the crack of dawn to catch the best fishing, so when the movie was over it was time to turn in for the night� But before we turned in, he asked me, "Tell me, Jamie.� Do you beat off?"�

Of course I beat off.� I beat off nearly every night even though I still had dry cums, but I wasn't about to admit that; not to anyone.��

Herman laughed and said, "It's okay if you do, Jamie."� I still remained mum.� "Does your dad know you beat off?"

"No!" I blurted out and in doing so, gave myself away.

"Jamie, I'm going to let you in on something.� Your dad knows you beat off.� Do you know how he knows?� He knows because all guys beat off."� That was something I had never considered before.

"And you know what else? Your mother knows that you beat off too." That bit of info was mortifying!

"Do you know how she knows?"� Again he didn't wait for me to answer.� "Because she knows that all guys beat off, including you."� Could that possibly be true?� Could both my dad and my mom know my most closely held secret?

Herman stood and declared, "I plan on beating off tonight once I get to bed.� I suspect that you'll do the same.� May I make a suggestion?� Take off your underwear and leave it off.� Makes things a lot easier."�

He headed off to his room and bed, leaving me to sit and ponder what he'd said.� 'Adults did that sort of thing too?' I asked myself in disbelief. Not sure of the answer to my question, I too headed for bed in my dad's room. I turned off the light, crawled in bed and pulled off my underwear. Whacking off that night, my thoughts were on Herman's blatant nudity that evening, as well as what he was likely up to just a few feet away.

It was around 4:30 AM when Herman came to roust me out of bed.� He made some light hearted comment about me playing with myself all night, as I was naked and slow to rise.� It was way too early, but I managed to get up, get dressed and get me a bowl of cereal for breakfast.� Herman was now dressed too and eager to get after it.

The early morning fishing that day was particularly good.� The water was calm and with the approach of a low pressure system, the fish seemed to hit on just about any lure we threw at them.

With some leftover fried chicken and an ample supply of ice cold beer and root beer, we stayed out until the weather started moving in.� Only then did we skedaddle, except that in the johnboat with its small outboard it was a slow motion skedaddle, taking some time put-putting along to reach the safety of the cove where the trailer was.� It started to rain just as Herman lifted the outboard engine and switched to the electric trolling motor to navigate through the maze of snags.� By the time we reached the trailer, we were both soaked through.� Of course we still had fish to clean, a task best done by the side of the water, and since there was no lightening, we did that before seeking shelter.� It steadily rained for the remainder of the day.

To help keep the trailer reasonably clean, Herman insisted that we undress outside on the stoop.� Once inside, Herman again showed no inclination to put on any clothes.� I stood about naked for a while and then announced that I was getting dressed.

"Why are you getting dressed?" he asked.� "Are you cold?"

"No, I'm not cold," I replied.

"Then what's the problem? Haven't you ever wanted to just hang around all day naked?� I bet you have.� Well, now's your chance, Jamie.� It's just you and me here, and I intend to stay as I am, au natural."

I had always thought that it would be fun to run around naked all the time, but my mom nixed that idea years ago. Realizing that my parents were nowhere around and considering that Herman was unlikely to ever say anything to them, I decided that Herman was right.� Now was my chance. Au natural it was!

We had a snack and since we couldn't go anywhere without the truck, Herman put on another movie, something more kid friendly than Claude Van Damme.� We settled in on the sofa watching the tame movie.� Once the movie ended, there was really nothing much to do.

Herman suggested, "Why don't I give you a back rub?"

I loved a back rub, especially from my mother, so I lay face down on the sofa.� Herman's hands felt very different from those of my mother's.� They were larger and weren't nearly as soft.� He rubbed my shoulders first and then worked down.� But unlike my mother, Herman didn't stop at my lower back and began rubbing my bare butt cheeks.� It felt so good that I didn't consider that he was molesting me.� After working my buns for a while, he moved down my legs and then back up to my butt, only this time, he was more adventuresome, massaging me between the legs, brushing against my ball sack and then deep between my cheeks.� When his finger rubbed my asshole, I knew that maybe this wasn't exactly kosher. It was naughty... way naughty! However, I didn't stop him. Didn't even consider it. Instead I spread my legs farther apart and let him do as he wished.

I was almost asleep when he said, "Turn over."

I did as he asked.� His hand stroked my chest and then my thighs.

"Did you beat off last night?" he asked.

I nodded that I did.

"It feels even better if someone does it for you," he said as his hand slid up and surrounded my semi-hard dick. I was shocked that he was doing this to me, but not shocked enough to object as he fondled me to a full erection. � Having him playing with my dick felt great.

"Would you like for me to beat you off?"

Dreamily I nodded my consent.� With two fingers just under the crown of my cock and his thumb on top, he began to gently stroke me.� It did feel better letting someone else do it for you!� He got me off in record time.

When I pushed him away from my softening and now very sensitive dick, he said, "Now, aren't you glad you stayed naked today?"�

"Yeah, that was great," I replied. "Fun too!"

"I thought you'd might say that," he said with a laugh.� "Naked games are the best, do you think?"

"Yeah."

"Now, it's my turn for a back rub."� He stood up.� Reaching down, Herman took my hand and helped me up.

"Come with me, Jamie."� I followed him to his room.

Herman sprawled out face down on his unmade bed.� I crawled up beside him and began working his broad shoulders.� Soon I realized that it was an awkward position, so I straddled him, sitting upon his bare buttocks.� This was better as I could put my weight into him as I rubbed his muscles.� I� moved down gradually and eventually I had to slide back off his bare butt and onto the back of his thighs.� This presented me with a more interesting target for rubbing and I set about kneading his buns, working them together, working them apart, working one globe and then the other.� I slid further down his thighs until I could work the juncture of his thigh and butt and as I did so, my hand slid deep between his legs and onto his heavy balls. Herman wasn't a particularly hairy man, not like my dad, but he was certainly hairy here and along his butt crack.�

He let me probe and prod at will and allowed me to play with his asshole.� Suddenly he turned his head and said, "See that bottle of lotion on the night stand?� Try a little of that."�

I retrieved the bottle and squirted some of the slippery liquid onto my fingers.� I went back to his asshole and discovered that I could easily enter him.� I pulled out real quick, afraid he would yell or say something, but he didn't. In my finger went again and more or less stayed in.

"Oh, fuck, yeah," he hissed. "That feels great."� Encouraged by his reaction, I soon had several fingers up his butt.

Even sitting on his thighs as I was, he had no trouble in turning over, casting me to one side briefly.� I climbed back on and sitting on his thighs once again, I was presented with his hard dick pointing towards his head.� I figured he might want me to play with it, so I did.� I figured correctly.

As I fondled his cock, he was profusely leaking pre-cum.� I wasn't familiar with the clear liquid beading up at his piss hole.� It built up to a critical point, broke and then flowed down his cock.� Of course it got it on my fingers.� I was surprised at how slippery it was and how slippery it made the head of his dick.

"Yeah, that feels good, Jamie," he said as I fondled him. "Beat me off, will you." The angle was all wrong for how I held him, but he didn't seem to mind my thumb being on the bottom of his cock as I jacked him.�

Let me tell you.� It was a complete surprise to me when he launched a big wad a foot or more into the air before it fell back onto my stroking hand.� I felt the second pulse of his cock tube on my thumb as he pumped out more whitish goo.� He continued to squirt and in no time my hand was covered in cum.� His entire dick became quite slippery and my fingers slid easily up and down his prong.� It was an amazing tactile sensation and I kept it up until he started to go soft.� I played with his slippery dick even after it was completely soft.�

Looking up into his face, I saw that his eyes were closed and his lips were slightly curled into a smile.� He was also breathing quite heavily, like he'd just run a mile.� The breathing gradually slowed, but his eyes never opened.� A rasping snore let me know that he was fast asleep.�

I didn't want to wake him, but I also wanted to wash the mysterious goo off my hand.� I lifted my cum coated hand and took a sniff.� It didn't smell like anything I'd encountered before.� Easing off his bed, I padded to the bathroom and washed it all off.� Then I returned, crawled up next to him and joined him in a nap.

We had an early supper that evening of fried fish, potatoes and hush puppies, standard fare for a fishing camp.� I noted that Herman didn't brave the popping oil without wearing a full apron.� Afterwards, it was back to his bed where he masturbated me several times until my little dick was getting sore and I returned the favor.��

Next morning we slept in late... until after dawn had actually broken.� Like the day and nights before, Herman stayed nude as I did.� We spent the early morning cleaning up the trailer, a task it sorely needed.� He then cut the grass around the camp with the riding mower. Afterwards we spent the rest of the late morning swimming and playing grab ass in the water.�

As noon approached, it was time to go home.� We waded out of the water and washed the mud off with the garden hose.� We finally dressed and took the johnboat back to the boat launch. With the boat securely on the boat trailer, we went back to camp and ate left over cold fish and fries.� We loaded up our trash, an ice chest full of fish filets, leftover beer, our personal effects and headed home.�

Dad was impressed with the quantity of fish we returned with.�� Mom was impressed too. Herman pulled out Dad's propane deep fryer from the garage and we had a second fish fry that afternoon.� Dad and Herman drank beer and talked all afternoon about the great fishing we had that Saturday morning.

Nothing was ever asked or said about what we did once the rain had set in that afternoon. Looking back, it is remarkable that Herman had restricted his seduction of me and hadn't introduce me oral sex.� I believe that I certainly would have been receptive to it.� In fact, he could've had my ass too if he wanted it, but he was deliberate and methodical.� Advanced sex play would have to wait.

Like I said, Dad and Herman worked together and were good friends, so it wasn't unusual that he stopped by after work to chew the fat and have a beer or three with my old man.�� One evening, after supper, he took me out to get ice cream.� We went through the drive-in at Dairy Queen and he bought me a dip cone.� He parked his truck and while I ate my ice cream, he felt me up through my pants.

"You want to go fishing with me this weekend?" he asked while massaging my pecker.

"Yeah!" I answered between bites.

He unzipped me, fished my dick out and right there in the parking lot, he beat me off. I was a little nervous that someone would see us, but his pickup sat high off the ground and the windows were heavily tinted.� Someone would have to look directly through his window, and even then I doubt if they could actually see what was going on.�

"We'll run around naked all weekend," he commented as he stroke me.� That wasn't the only thing he had in mind.

Dad only went fishing every other weekend.� He would have gone more often, but Mom had other plans and demands for his free time.� Herman, being single, had no such obligations and would often invite some other friend out to the camp when Dad wasn't going.� That following weekend, he took me... both figuratively and literally.

Late afternoon and evening thunderstorms moved in shortly after we docked the johnboat at the dock. We hadn't gone swimming and we had hadn't gotten wet from the rain, but we were naked from the get-go.� Herman had recently bought me a new baseball glove (for as long as I could remember, he always bought me something for my birthday) and we played catch outside until the rain started. It felt kind of strange to be playing outside like that, but it was something I grew very used to over the next few weeks.

We ate (a bucket of fried chicken was standard for Friday night) and then watched a movie.� This movie was not suitable for minors.� There were three young married couples who swapped mates, which made for nine fucking and sucking segments, all of which got my attention. I couldn't believe that a girl, or anyone else, would actually put a guy's dick in their mouth, but both parties seemed to enjoy it a lot.� Naturally Herman and I jacked each other off.

"That's what your mom and dad do," Herman commented somewhere around the third segment while masturbating me.� "Not the swapping, but the fucking and sucking."� I'd never thought of my mom and dad that way before.�

Later on, near the end, my favorite chick, the big titted red haired girl, was slobbering all over the last guy's cock.� "I want to do that," Herman said.

"Do what?" I asked.

"Do that!" he answered pointing to the screen.� I still didn't get it, as I hadn't considered that it didn't have to be a man and woman doing that, two guys could do it too... if they wanted.�

Herman pushed me over on the sofa, lifting one leg onto the back of the sofa and letting the other hang off.� Taking my dick into his hand, he said, "I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to do, Jamie."

At that moment I understood.� I was somewhat appalled, but I was also interested, more interested than appalled. With butterflies now filling my tummy, I answered, "Okay."

"You're going to love this," he said with a grin.

The butterflies became more intense as I watched him lowering his head to my lap.� My eyes grew wide as I felt his wet lips slide over my boner.� The butterflies instantly disappeared.� As you might well imagine, for an eleven-year-old boy, it was an incredible feeling.� A feeling that I loved instantly.

He sucked gently on me, letting my dick pop out of his mouth only to engulf it with wet warmth again and again. His tongue never seemed to remain still for very long, always moving side to side across the bottom of my cock, or swirling around and around my glans.� Sometimes he stop briefly and suck and lick my balls, but I liked him sucking and licking on my dick better. Even though he'd already masturbated me twice to a cum during the dirty movie, I came again quickly and this time it was very intense.� Herman later said that I cried out in the sweet agony, but I really don't remember.

He left me sprawled out naked on the sofa, half unconscious, while he helped himself to another cold beer from his supply.� When I had regained my senses, he moved me onto the floor and between his spread legs as he sat on the sofa.� As I stared at his big uncut cock just inches from my face, I wondered if I really wanted to put that thing in my mouth.� After all, that's what he used to piss with.� Not only that, but that white gooey stuff came out of it too.

Looking up at him, I had to ask, "You're not going to pee in my mouth are you?"

He seemed surprised that I asked him that.� "Heavens, no!� I wouldn't do that."

I believed him and trusted what he said.� He'd never lied to me before.� Still I had to say, "Don't put that white stuff in my mouth either."

"Okay, I won't, not if you don't want me too."

Having established the ground rules to my satisfaction, I took his dick in hand and brought my mouth to it.� I mouthed the glans first, taking measure of what I was embarking upon.� It didn't taste funny, maybe a little salty, but not bad at all.� What it lacked in taste it more than made up for in texture. It was so smooth, smooth and pleasing.� I felt it with my lips and my tongue and then felt it with my whole mouth as I slipped it in.� What I was doing was so nasty, but I liked it.� I liked it a lot.� Like I said, I was a boy and liked doing nasty things if I could get away with it. I moved my tongue around, amazed at the feel of it.� Then I slid it out and back in.� In, out, in, out, the thick stalk moved across my lips.� Again I was amazed at the feel of it. I settled in for my first oral exploration of Herman's cock, an exploration that I repeated many times that weekend.

The fishing was lousy the next morning due to the unsettled weather.� We only stayed out for two hours before coming back to the camp empty handed.� But that was okay, we both had something else that we wanted to do. We hadn't said much to each other, but then Herman said to me, "This is a waste of time. What do you say, Jamie?� Let's go back to camp and spend the rest of the morning sucking each other's dick?"

Before that morning, I can't imagine him, or anyone else, saying such a thing to me.� There was no subtlety in it at all.� Sucking dick; it sounded so dirty.� But I had already sucked his dick at least three times in the past twelve hours or so and was eager to have him between my lips once again.

"Yeah, Herman. Let's go suck each other's dick," I replied confidently.� He certainly didn't mince his words and I replied in kind, reveling in the new openness between us.

"Then you're not upset this morning?"

"Upset?� Why would I be upset?" I asked in return.

"I don't know. You've been so quiet this morning. I was beginning to think that you were having a problem with what we did last night."

"Heck, no!" I replied. "Sucking your dick, that's way nasty! And way fun too!"

Herman laughed.� "You like being nasty with me?"

"Yeah, it's the best!"

"Glad you enjoy it.� I like being nasty with you too.� You know, we can be nasty whenever we want and have the opportunity."

"Yeah!" I responded eagerly.

Once we were on the trolling motor and had entered the maze of snags leading to the camp, he says to me,� "Jamie.� Don't stand up, but take off all your clothes."

"Now?"

"Yes, now.� I want your ass naked."

I did as he asked and grinning, slipped out of my clothes, not that I was wearing that much to begin with.

"Turn towards me," he said.� I swiveled the front fishing chair to face him.� "Play with yourself."

It really felt dirty to be out in open, sitting in the front swivel seat naked, playing with myself where anybody could see me.� But in the upper reaches of the snag filled shallow cove, there was no one around to see me, no one except Herman.� Herman wanted me to be naked, naked and nasty. I was happy to oblige my dad's best friend.

While deftly dodging the semi-submerged snags that barely poked above the surface, he began getting naked too.� Free of his clothes, he looked at me as I toyed with my pecker and said, "When we get up on the dock, you're going to give me a blow job to remember."� I could hardly wait.

We tied the johnboat to the little floating dock.� "Should we unload everything?" I asked.� Unless we were going back out immediately, we usually unloaded our gear.�

"No, leave it," he replied.

He climbed out and eager to get inside, I followed.� Herman stopped me as I made a step towards the trailer.� "Do it here, on the dock.� Suck my cock."

"Here?" I said looking around.�

"Yes, here. Now suck me!"

I went to my knees.� Like me, he was already hard from the anticipation, hard and leaking pre-cum.� I took his mature cock in hand, admired its size and beauty for a moment and then took him in my mouth. Swirling my tongue around his slick velvety smooth cockhead, I decided that I liked the taste of the natural lube seeping from the head.� Having scoured his glans clean, I took more of him into my mouth, sliding him slowly in and out. Feeling that unseen eyes were watching I wondered briefly whether God was looking down on me and seeing what I was doing.� If He was, I was certainly going to hell for doing this... not that that fiery prospect deterred me at all.

I felt his hands on my head and then he began thrusting his hips, driving his dick in and out at the pace he wanted.� I steadied myself with my hands on his thighs as the thrusts became increasingly demanding.� It was getting a bit rough for me and I tried to pull away, but he held my head fast and pumped even harder.� It wasn't a blow job anymore, not that I realized that at the moment, but a full on face fucking.� His plunging dick commenced to hit me in the back of my throat and each time it did, I gagged.� With each passing moment, the salvia built in my mouth, his dick churning it into a foam, increasing the volume by several factors until it was dripping from my chin like a nasty beard. I was lucky I didn't choke on it.� Then he suddenly stopped thrusting so hard and so deep.� His dick slowed in my mouth, the head moving across my tongue.

"I'm cumming.� I'm cumming," he said in a whisper.� I don't know what I thought about that, just remembering I felt his dick pulse and felt the hot nut juice blasting into my mouth.� It wasn't until the third pulse that I realized what was happening, and by then it was too late.

I didn't know what I should with a mouth full of cum.� Swallowing it certainly wasn't an option, but his cock continued to throb and more and more cum was delivered in my mouth. The pulsing ejaculation slowed and then stopped and with it Herman stopped fucking my mouth.�

"Ahhhhhhh, that was sooooo fucking good!" he declared still holding me to his dick with my nose pressed into his pubic hair.� Somehow holding the wad of cum in my mouth, I waited for him to release me, but he didn't.� I began pushing at his thighs.

"Swallow it," he said.� I continued to struggle.� "Just fucking swallow it," he said.� "It won't kill you.� It's all protein and it's probably good for you."

What choice did I have?� I suppose I could have bit him, but fortunately I didn't... I swallowed and he released me.�

Pulling away from his now soft prick I complained, "You did it in my mouth!� You said you wouldn't do it my mouth."

"That was last night," he said looking down at me.� "This is today.� When a man cums in your mouth, Jamie, you're supposed to swallow it.� It's only polite."

"But, you said..."

"From now on, you and me, Jamie, are going to be doing this a lot.� If you're going to be my cock sucker, I'm going to cum in your mouth a lot and you're going to swallow it.� So, get used to it.� Now, be honest, did it taste bad or anything?"

I thought about that for a moment.� It was a nasty thing for him to do, but it didn't taste nasty. It didn't taste particularly good, but it really wasn't bad tasting.� Still in a supplicant's position with spittle and cum dripping from my chin, I looked up at him and groused, "No, I suppose not... But promise me that you'll never pee in my mouth!"

Herman laughed and rubbed my head.� "I promise.� Now lick my balls and suckle my dick again."

I nuzzled in and kissed his balls.� Rooting around, I made a game of letting his soft cock flop from one side of my face to the other.� Herman thought it was funny and so did I until he grabbed my head and swung a leg over me, placing my face in his butt crack. He didn't hold me there but for a brief moment.

Scrambling to my feet, I lunged at him, but he deftly deflected me, sending me off the end of the pier and into the water.� I had barely gotten my bearings and taken a breath when he almost jumped on top of me.�� Fun and games in the water, always better when naked!

Like I said before, for the most part the bottom was sandy and firm except close to shore.� We messed around in the shallow water for a while before he had me stand in knee deep water and went down on me.� I, in turn, returned the favor, though I was leery of blowing him to completion.� What great fun!� We played in the water for hours, taking turns blowing each other until we went inside for some lunch.

I got my second mouthful of sperm after lunch.� It really didn't taste all that bad and dutifully I swallowed it all.� Never again would I be squeamish about sucking down a load fresh from the spigot.

That night, Herman put on a video he'd rented from an adult bookstore.� It was a Bear movie, with these big hairy� guys going down on each other and fucking each other in the ass.� There was also quite a bit of analingus that I found particularly shocking.

"You want to try some of that?" Herman asked while the movie was still playing.� I didn't know if he meant ass fucking or ass licking.�

"Uh, doesn't that hurt?" I asked.

"What do you mean?"

"You know, having a dick stuck up your ass," replied.

"Only at first," he answered, "and not always even then. Want to try it and find out?"

"Uh, I don't know."

"Maybe next time we're out here," he said with a smile and gentle tug on my dick.� "What about the other.� That doesn't hurt."

"You mean kissing down there?"

"Sure.� It feels pretty damned good.� Trust me on that. Want to try it?"

"I... uh..."

Next thing I know, he has me flopped face down on the sofa with my butt hiked in the air. I felt his hands pulling apart my butt cheeks, and then his hot breath.� I jumped at the first contact of wet tongue dragging over my sensitive anus.� I was at once appalled at what he was doing, and yet...� He did it again.� It was so nasty, but it felt so good!� I didn't want him to stop and reaching back, I spread my cheeks to give him better access. His tongue never stopped moving and he even pushed it into me a little ways, but mostly he just licked me up one side and then the other.��

After ten minutes or so, he stopped.� Slapping me on the butt he said, "Okay,� Jamie, my turn."� I moved so that he could take up the same position I had been in.� With his knees spread apart, he reached back revealing his puckered dark hole at the bottom of his hairy valley and above his dangling testicles.�

'Oh, my god!' I said to myself.

He waited for me for a minute and then looked back.� "What's the problem?"

"I, uh..."

"I did you, and now you do me."

"But, I..."

"No, buts.� I did you and now you can do me.� Don't worry, I'm clean.� Hell, we've been swimming all morning."

He was right, we had been swimming all morning and should have been squeaky clean.� Still...

"Fair is fair," he added opening himself up again.

Having appealed to my sense of fair play, something which governed the play of eleven year old boys more than anything else, I ventured forth and buried my face in his ass.

He didn't smell bad, a hint of funky, but nothing foul.� Certainly not as strong as his arm pits had been the night before. Still as I tentatively extended my tongue, I was expecting the nastiest and most vile taste ever.� Pushing aside his crack hair I reached bottom.� I didn't die instantly and that gave me the courage to put a little more tongue on it.� I held still for a moment and then moved across his anus for the first time.

I knew what I was doing was way wicked and nasty as hell, but at the same time, it didn't taste nasty.� I licked across his butt hole a second time, then a third.� With each lick, I became a little more aggressive until I was slobbering all up and down his butt with abandon, down to his low hanging nut sack and back up again.� I'd pause and look into the glistening wet valley and descend into again and again.�

Herman grew tired.� Not of me licking his ass, but of the position he was in.� He rolled onto his back and hiked his legs to his chest, rotating his buttocks upward and at the same time spreading them apart.� "Eat my nasty ass, boy," he growled.� I dove back in, this time doing a little nut sucking and dick sucking along with the ass action.

I licked and sucked until my tongue felt as if it'd fall off or cramp.� Done for the moment, I pulled away.� Herman got up and disappeared into his bedroom and returned with a tube of something in his hand.� He grabbed me by the ankles and positioned me scrunched over at the edge of the seat cushion.� He pushed my legs forward, told me to hold them and went back down on my asshole, this time digging into my hole with the tip of his tongue.�

He probed me for a minute or so, then pulled back, squeezed some jelly onto his fingers and... Holy, fuck, he was in me to his knuckles! In, out, in, out his middle finger plunged deep and then withdrew, over and over.�� After a few minutes of this, it was feeling mighty fine.� He pulled out and he squeezed a big glob of the KY Jelly onto his dick.�

Watching this, I had no illusions as to what was going to happen next.� I guess I could have said, "No," but I didn't, I sat there with my knees to my chest presenting my virgin asshole to him.� It was an invitation he didn't question.� Looking down between my legs and past my stiff cock and boyish nuts I watched almost as an observer as he put his glans to my hole.� I felt the pressure as he pressed into me.�

"Push out like you're taking a shit," he told me.� I pushed and...� I wonder what was wider at that moment, my eyes or my asshole stretched around his cock.

I don't recall it hurting, only being somewhat uncomfortable.� He held still for several moments with just the head of his cock inside me. I remember thinking, "Push it in.� Push it in."� He pushed it in while I grunted loudly.� He paused for a moment and pushed into me more.� I think I was panting now as it was suddenly very uncomfortable. The discomfort eased and Herman pushed deeper still.�

He began moving back and forth, butt fucking me with shallow strokes.� With each passing moment he was getting deeper and deeper into me until he was planted to the root.� Now the real fucking began.� With a slow deliberate pace, he moved with ever longer strokes, pulling out completely now and then to squirt more KY up my poop chute.� Suddenly he was gliding back and forth with hardly any resistance.

He pulled out and put me on my knees, grasping the back of the sofa.� With one stroke he buried his cock up my ass.� Now the effect of having me drain his balls several times that day had its effect upon him.� He was nowhere near cumming anytime soon.� Moving me into various positions, he fucked me until he did.� By the time he came up my butt, I was totally worn out.� My poor asshole was still gaping open the next morning when the ass fucking resumed.�

By the time Herman dropped me off at home that Sunday afternoon, I could hardly walk.� My poor abused asshole protested and I had to hobble.� Herman told my folks that� had pulled my groin when one of my legs slipped out from under me in the mud and I ended up in a split.� Neither Mom nor Dad questioned this explanation.� Mom did want to take me to the emergency room, but Dad talked her out of it saying that he'd pulled his groin before and that I'd be fine in a few days.� I'm sure Herman was relieved to hear Dad prevail on that one!

Sure enough, I did feel better in a few days and the matter was quickly forgotten.� When Herman asked if he could take me fishing with him the following weekend, Mom as usual was ambivalent, but Dad quickly agreed.� It's questionable whether my eagerness was from my love of fishing or for the opportunity to indulge once again in naughty games, but whichever (probably both) I was eager and ready to go.���

For the next several weeks while Dad was recovering from his accident, I went to camp with Herman just about every weekend.� Mom always thought I shouldn't go so often, but Dad was firm in his decision to let me go with Herman.� That included Herman's midweek visits with Dad when he would afterwards take me out for ice cream. Of course the ice cream runs were nothing but a ruse to get me alone with him long enough for me to empty his balls for him. Needless to say, I sucked Herman's dick and got my ass fucked a lot during that time.� In return Herman sucked me and let me play with him however I wanted.

So it was with mixed feelings on my part when Dad had the cast removed from his leg.� On the one hand I was glad that he was up and running again.� On the other, I knew that fun and games with Herman at the camp every weekend was coming to an end. Dad wasted no time in getting the heck out of the house and back on the water with Herman at his very first opportunity.� Me, I got left home; a condition that pleased my mom more than it pleased me.

The next weekend, however, I was invited to camp with Dad and Herman.� Mom didn't fuss that Dad was gone two weekends in a row, as she was just glad to be rid of him for a while.� I wondered how this was going to work out, and decided that it simply wasn't.� It'd be a typical fishing trip, like before Dad broke his leg and nothing more. I was okay with that, as long as I got to go out in the boat for some fishing too.

We had plenty of daylight left when we launched the boat that Friday afternoon.� Herman took the truck and trailer back to camp while Dad and I brought the johnboat to the camp, taking our time and getting in a little fishing along the way.� It was wonderful to be out fishing with Dad again.� We were going to have several very nice fish to show for our efforts once we arrived back at the camp.

Back in the snag-ridden cove, Dad suddenly stopped.

"Jamie," my dad said, "I need to ask you a few questions before we get back to camp and I want honest answers from you.� I know all about what you and Herman have been up to at camp these past few weeks."

'Uh, oh,' I thought.� 'What's this about?'

He continued with that serious fatherly look of his, "Herman told me everything. I know all about all the dick sucking and ass fucking, so you don't have to lie about any of it trying to cover for him."

'Holy ta-moly!� Herman told him about that!' I said to myself feeling the panic welling up from my gut.

"I just need to know two things. First, did he in any way force you to do any of it?"� I was dumb struck and silent. "Well, did he trick you or make you, or did you do it willingly?"

"He didn't force me," I managed to whisper.

"Not even the first time?"

"No, sir."

"So you were willing to let him stick his dick in your mouth and stick it up your butt?"

"Yes, sir," I replied so softly that he asked me to repeat it.

"Very well, then," Dad said.� "I take it you rather enjoy sucking a dick and being ass fucked...

"Well?� Answer me, son."

I squeaked out an answer, but he said sternly, "Speak up, boy!"

"It's okay," I reluctantly answered wanting to be anywhere but where I was at the moment.

"It's okay? I take it that means you like it.� So tell me, which do you like best, sucking or being sucked?"

"Both."

Dad broke out with a laugh and floored me with, "So do I, Jamie.� So do I!� Well, you have my blessing to suck off old Herman this weekend or any other weekend for that fact, just so long as I get at turn at his cock too."

My jaw must have hanging open because he added, "Don't look so surprised, son.� Your old man is a dirty nasty sot who likes to suck cock and I like having my cock sucked.� I also enjoy a little back door action every once in a while, like every time Herman and I come out here. So relax, we're all going to have a lot of guy-fun out here this weekend."��

The rest of trip to the dock is fuzzy to me now, but as we tied up,� Herman was just finishing cutting the� grass and chasing off any snakes that where too close to stay where they were. �Dad told me to clean our fish while Dad and Herman had a beer and shot the shit.� They were just out of earshot, but I surmised that they were talking about me, as they both looked at me several times while talking.

After I had cleaned and filet all the fish and thrown the heads and entrails into the water, Dad and Herman came back out to the dock.

"Well, son," Dad said. "Just so that we are all clear on what's what around here. I need you to demonstrate your willingness to fully participate in this weekend's activities."

He turned to Herman and told him, "Drop your pants, Herman." Herman was already shirtless from mowing the grass and once he dropped his shorts he was nude.

"Okay," Dad said to me, "suck his dick."

I hestitated and Dad barked, "Go on and suck him!"

I dropped to my knees in front of Herman and took his cock into my hand, but Dad said, "No, no, no!� Get out of your goddamned clothes. If you're going to play, you're to stay naked the whole weekend."�

I had as much clothes on as Herman had cutting the grass and that includes no underwear, so all I had to was push my shorts down.� Naked, I knelt before my father's best friend and slipped my lips over his soft cock.� Herman didn't stay soft, his hardening very rapidly as I slurped away while my dad watched.� My field of view was constrained to Herman's forest of pubic hair, so at least I guess Dad was watching.

Suddenly I was pulled away from Herman's cock and my dad shoved his cock in my face. I knew what was expected of me and I didn't disappoint. From that moment on, my relationship with my dad was changed forever.

Over the course of the next several years, until both Dad and Herman had passed away, I went fishing with Dad and Herman hundreds of times, sometimes with just Dad, and sometimes with just Herman.� Sometimes there were other friends of Herman and Dad who went along, but I usually went fishing with just the two of them.� Those were all fun trips, but of all those times, none was more memorable and enjoyable than that trip when Dad first ran his cock up my ass out on the pier.� He made it clear that from then on I was to be the fish-camp butt-boy, a butt-boy available to whoever wanted me at camp and without complaint.� I never complained.