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Fishing Trip (M-m-teen, ped)
by The WhinerBoy
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Our neighbor, Jason is pretty good troop. He, like my mom and dad,
is raising a family, though his two kids are younger than our
family. I like Jason. He's got a garage full of things and he works
out there a lot. Right now he's restoring an old Model-A Ford. When
he isn't doing that, he's doing woodwork or something else. I go
over whenever I can and give him a hand. In turn, I am shown a lot.
My name is Larry. I just had my fifteenth birthday.
Jason's wife took the kids and went east to visit her mother. Jason
was alone for a couple of weeks, s one week night, when I was
fussing around with him in his shop, he said he wanted to go
fishing on the weekend and would I like to come. I like to fish,
and I knew he had a boat, so I said, "sure."
His boat was a nice cabin cruiser, which he kept docked along the
San Rafael channel. We got aboard and made everything shipshape
then I cast off the lines and we were soon out in San Pablo Bay. We
anchored north of the Richmond bridge on the San Quentin side.
There were no other boats there. It was a calm morning and the
rising sun became very warming. Fishing was spasmodic so Jason
brought out some beer and we chatted as we waited for the next
bite.
"I sure miss my family," Jason said. "It's no fun to be lonesome. I
especially miss snuggling to my wife, rolling her over for a screw,
or getting head. Ever had your cock sucked?"
I shook my head.
"Ever had a fuck?"
I shook my head again.
"Well," Jason said, "Guess you're just playing with yourself then
until you get a chance to learn what a great sensation it is to
have someone else use your peter."
I nodded. It was the truth. I didn't feel embarrassed about giving
such an honest answer. I found it easy to talk with Jason. I jacked
off a lot having fantasies about screwing my girl friend, but so
far she wouldn't let me in her pants.
"Hey! Fish on!" I watched my line spin out, grabbed the pole and
set the drag. Reeling in, I hoped it was a good stripper, but no
luck. It was a ray. I hauled it up alongside. Jason got the net and
we brought it aboard. I bent over, and stabbed it a couple of times
and started to cut off its stinger. While bending, Jason's hand
slapped my butt a couple of times, then gave it a little rub.
"Well, sport, maybe next time it will be a bass."
I really don't know about the butt pat. Oh well, I've seen football
players do it on TV. Jason was probably just trying to help me get
over my disappointment because it wasn't the fish I hoped for.
I baited up and cast out again and Jason went below for more beer.
This was my fourth can, and since I normally don't drink much, I
was becoming quite relaxed. Jason started to talk about his sex
life again.
"Boy, I really like my wife sucking my cock," Jason said. "You
don't know what a sensation a tongue can have as it swirls around
its tip and a hand fondles your balls."
I had gotten up so early to go fishing that I didn't do my usual
morning jack off and I felt my cock getting stiff as Jason
described his sexual sensations. My hard dick was feeling quite
uncomfortable against my pants.
Jason was becoming more talkative and descriptive. I think he was
also starting to feel his liquor. He put his hand on my leg and
looked at my crotch.
"Boy, you've sure got a bulge there. Anything that size is ready to
be taught. You can't keep it for yourself for ever."
I was wearing tight, white dungarees and my crotch was really
showing my dicks' outline.
His had moved upward. I didn't know what to do. I liked Jason. I
was his guest. I couldn't run. I certainly couldn't swim home. He
had reached my crotch and rubbed me through my pants. It tickled. I
tried to pull away.
"Hey. Please. No."
His hand continued to massage. I didn't know how to make him stop.
I was very sensitive there. I had never been touched. I grasped his
wrist and tried to pull him away, but his hand pushed in harder.
The feeling in my crotch was starting to feel real good. I found my
arm muscles suddenly had lost power to stop him. I was going limp.
I meekly balked as I was pulled from my chair and led to the door
that would take us below. I knew if I went down into the cabin
something was going to happen. I was a bit scared but I still
offered no resistance.
We got below and went to the forward bedroom under the bow. Jason
closed the door. There was just the two of us in a small room in a
boat out in the bay with no one near.
My belt was unbuckled, my pants were dropped and my white briefs
were pulled down. I stood there with my hard-on fully exposed.
Jason had me sit on the bed as he took off my shoes and socks and
pulled my pants and underwear completely off. I wasn't sure about
all of this, but I let him continue.
"You will be more comfortable if you lie down," Jason said.
I lay back covering my erection with my hands. Jason pulled them
away and I gave a start as he touched me. Knowing I was a virgin
and probably extremely sensitive, Jason took his thumb and
forefinger and wrapped them around the base of my dick and stroked.
I got harder that ever. Amazing, the sensitivity stopped and the
sensation of his strokes got stronger and stronger . Jason wrapped
his whole hand around me. Jeez! Gawd! Everything felt so good.
Jason spit on his finger and ran it over my swollen tip paying
particular attention to my piss hole and the backside. I had never
felt this way. I was coming. I came the strongest I've ever come. I
let out a yell as my dick shot cum, landing on me as well as all
over the place. I felt weak. I felt meek. I was in Jason's complete
control. I was rolled over on my left side. My right leg was drawn
up, a comfortable position for me that also exposed my butt with
semi-open cheeks.
Jason reached for a jar of Vaseline, brought out a glob, and rubbed
it over my asshole. Gawd! He was going to run his finger up my ass.
I was not sure if I was ready for that, but I wondered what it
would feel like. I let him do it. It felt strange as my asshole
puckered tight to stop him, but gave way to the pressure of the
fingers' insertion. It felt funny, it felt different as it wiggled
its way up.
My balls were firmly held with his other hand. No doubt cars on the
bridge could look down and see this one boat on the water but they
never guess what things were being done to me in the forward cabin.
Jason just kept his wiggling finger running in and out a long time.
It seemed the longer he massaged, the easier he entered and the
better it felt. When he finally stopped, my asshole was kind of
itching, like it needed some more. I was real stiff again.
I was rolled to my back. Jason took my cock. It was hard as a large
metal bolt and my tip was really swollen. Jason played and pumped.
He put it in his mouth, his warm saliva making everything feel
extra good. His tongue started to tickle so intense that I tried to
pull his head away but not before my cum sped through my dick and
filled his mouth. I just lay there blissfully. Jason got off the
bunk and stripped down naked. He was tall, slim and had a smooth
body and a well shaped tight ass. He put my hand on his cock.
It was just automatic that I stroked him and fondled his balls. He
moved it closer to my face. My mouth opened and his hard meat
entered. What was I doing? Yet it felt so right. My tongue ran over
its tip, tickled his hole and worked its backside. Jason had hold
of my head guiding me. A burst warm fluid filled my mouth. I wasn't
sure if I liked the taste. There was no place to spit. I swallowed
it.
I still had my T-shirt on. Jason took it off so I was now
completely nude. Jason crawled on the bed beside me. We snuggled. I
had my tits played with and was felt to see if I was hard again. I
wasn't. I was rolled over and kissed him.
The boat motion, the salt air, and both of us being spent had
really relaxed us. We napped, our bodies pressed close together. I
was hard when we awoke. So was Jason. We did a 69.
On our way back to port, I stood on the bridge with Jason as the
boat plowed through the chop.
"My wife will be gone through next weekend," Jason said. Shall we
plan another fishing trip?
Uh, huh." I answered.
The End