Fishing
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I was born into a family that loved fishing. To be more specific, my older brother Drake and father Alvin were crazy about fishing. They tried everything in their power to get me hooked on this terrible hobby, but I simply hated it. Fortunately, my mother Rose was my protector in this regard, and although small of stature she was not to be messed with.
Much to Alvin’s regret, I was a real ‘indoors’ kind of guy, something he and Drake found very hard to understand. I also think my smaller physique also somewhat disappointment them. My dad, and nineteen-year-old brother who still lived at home and with whom I shared a room, were brawny guys. My dad had his own roofing business and Drake worked for him.
I was still in school, in my final year, and about to turn eighteen years old, when my mom decided to visit her sister for a couple of weeks. With her away, I was finally being roped into one of the infamous fishing excursions by Drake and my dad. It was early autumn, and with a long weekend upon us and the Monday being a public holiday, my dad insisted that I accompany them. The thought of sleeping in a tent and using public ablutions for three days, was more than I could bear.
When we arrive in ‘hell,’ my dad and brother observed that the place is not very busy for this time of year, and there were only a half dozen other tents scattered about. Most of the other men look like carbon copies of Drake and Alvin and were are butch and scruffy. After erecting our tent, with little help from me, Drake and Alvin couldn’t wait to get to the lake so they could partake in their ridiculous pastime.
I accompanied them but sat reading my book as they enthusiastically busied themselves. They did ask if I wanted to ‘give it a go,’ but by my pained expression they could tell that I was definitely not interested. About one hundred and fifty yards further along from us, there were two men accompanied by two teenage boys, also doing their fishing thing.
After an hour I decided to go for a walk. Passing by the foursome, friendly smiles were exchanged before I continued on my way. About a mile or so further along, I observe a trio of men in their mid to late twenties. They were already glugging down beers as they wallowed in their masculinity. They were coarse looking and given their noisy and crude banter, I give them a fairly wide berth. I eventually found a lovely secluded spot, where I spend the next couple of hours, reading my book.
When I eventually re-joined my family we had a light lunch.
During the afternoon I lay in the tent reading, before linking up with Drake and Alvin for a spectacular sunset. That evening we ate fish and I have to admit, it was delicious. We even got chatting to the fathers and sons we observed earlier in the day. After a couple of hours we all decided to turn in for the night.
I choose to wait till eleven p.m. before showering, so as to avoid any of our fellow campers. On the door of the ablution block there was a notice stating that the lights went out automatically, at midnight.
The ablution area was basic, but actually quite clean and neat. To the left there was a long open urinal beyond which a dozen or so basins followed, and to the right, there were twelve individual toilet stalls. At the far end, an opening led to the shower area with eight equally spaced shower nozzles.
No sooner had I placed my towel over the rail and moved under the last nozzle to my left, when I heard someone entering the block.
After turning the water on, I observed one of the noisy threesome from earlier in the day joining me in the shower.
“Hi, I’m Forsie,” he said, extending his hand in greeting.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Sammy,” I replied.
After removing his towel and also placing it over the rail next to mine, I got a good look at Forsie. He was very butch and has a slight paunch. Forsie was six-feet-tall and has an impressive uncut cock. Assuming that Forsie was a nickname, I asked him about it.
“Foreskin, bro, that’s how I got the nickname,” he replied, tugging on his ample foreskin that dangled generously over the end of his cock-head.
“My name is actually Grant, which is what my family call me,” he stated.
Before turning the shower head on he faced the wall where the drain is located, and spurted an almighty stream of piss. The spray from his foreskin could easily put an irrigation sprayer to shame. Simultaneously, Forsie let out an enormous fart. Forsie was a real hick, but there was something rather affable about him.
Smiling as he looked my way, he announced, “There’s only one thing beats a good piss and a great fart.”
Naturally, I had to ask him what that was.
“A blowjob, bro,” he answered, with an impish grin.
With a lascivious look on his face he moved closer to me after he had finished pissing. His cock began rapidly filling with blood as he stood before me. Then, after placing his hand on my shoulder he commenced pushing my body downward. I complied as if in a trance.
Next, after smearing his pissy foreskin on my lips he ordered, “Open up for me, boy, I‘m as horny as hell.”
As his knob entered my lips he gripped my head and began face-fucking me. Forsie did not adhere to a gentle approach and I immediately began spluttering and gagging, with my head being manipulated by a sex maniac.
Forsie then lost patience with my wobbling head, and moved me further back until my head was firmly wedged in the corner of the shower walls. With my head secured by the walls and his right hand grasping my hair, he humped my mouth mercilessly.
The discomfort of his actions, were totally negated by a flood of; ‘being used by a straight boy’ fantasies, that I had so often had. I was happy to comply and was completely turned-on by this unexpected episode. When he began grunting and panting, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and shot his load all over my face. Once done, he ordered me to clean his cock.
Afterward, as I stood up, he scooped the spunk from my face and made me lick it off his hands.
Sniggering, he then said, “See you at the same time tomorrow night. Make sure you’re here.”
As I nodded in agreement, he let off another rip-roaring fart, before grabbing his towel and departing.
‘He didn’t even shower,’ I thought to myself, completely stunned.
When I returned to our tent the two fishermen were sound asleep.
The following day was a repetition of the first day. That night we were again joined by the neighbouring fathers and sons from the previous evening.
After eleven p.m., I again made my way to the showers.
After Forsie arrived, a couple of minutes later, I was again pushed down and wedged in the same position as the night before. Once more my head got a solid pounding from my ‘shower lover.’ After a brief skull-fuck, he lifted me up by the arm and pulled me towards the first toilet cubicle located next to the showers. Upon closing the door, Forsie then instructed me to bend over the toilet bowl.
Soon, he was stabbing his dick into me as his fingers clamped the sides of my butt. Humping and grunting, he pulled and pushed my body, on and off his knob. Forsie thumped my arse in the same fashion that he had face-fucked me, and it was clear that he only operated at one speed; fast.
As his thrusting continued, I found myself enjoying my anal attack more and more and I was rather disappointed when I heard him gasping, before unloading into my backside.
Forsie then gave me a warm thank you smile as he unbolted the door.
Both of us got the shock of our lives when we saw his buddy, Geraint, standing outside the stall.
“What the fuck was happening in there, bro?” Geraint asked, with a stunned look on his face.
“I just fucked Sammy’s arse,” Forsie said, trying to act nonchalant.
“Since when did you become gay, bro?” Geraint enquired.
“I’m not gay, but when a guy gets horny… Besides, he’s a lot better looking than most of the girls that I’ve ever seen you with.” Forsie sniggered, in an attempt to deflect his embarrassment.
Geraint stood looking at us with a puzzled expression on his face, as his eyes moved from one to the other.
“Well, I’m off to bed,” Forsie then said, before rapidly departing and leaving me to deal with the aftermath.
As I stood there sheepishly, I said, “Well, I suppose I should also get back to my tent.”
Geraint did not move aside, however, and continued to block me in the stall. His puzzled expression had also transformed into a look of contemplation. Very slowly, Geraint began to move forward, encouraging me further back into the stall.
Next, Geraint closed and bolted the door. Before I knew what is happening, my shorts were again pushed down, before my body was turned and I was once more bending over the toilet bowl. After observing Geraint’s shorts hit the floor between my legs, I felt his cock begin to nudge between my butt cheeks. His entry is swift and although I had not seen his dick, I was sure that it was an upgrade in size from Forsie’s knob.
After the initial shock and strain, Geraint slowly began spearing into my moist manhole. Geraint was the complete opposite of Forsie. He rocked to and fro at a leisurely pace, and soon commenced caressing my arse and back. It felt awesome and I was really beginning to enjoy my session with him. I couldn’t believe that after my reluctance to this fishing trip, things were working out so well.
What further heightened my pleasure is the way he uttered “Aaah” in a horny growl, each time he thrust into me.
We are both lost in our pleasure when were startled by a tap on the door, followed by, “Hey, open up, bro, it’s me, Bryant.”
Leaning back slightly Geraint unlatched the door while he continued fucking me.
After Bryant entered, he moved to our right side and said, “This is fuckin awesome, bro, I also want in on the action. Forsie said that you might be fucking this boy’s arse.”
After also dropping his shorts to the floor, Bryant moved his body in between me and the toilet cistern, with his open legs on either side of the toilet bowl. Bryant had a long thin cock with a very pronounced downwards curve. It is a perfect fit and immediately slid down my throat as he pulled my head onto his knob.
Bryant also matched the unhurried pace of Geraint, and it became clear that these two guys were going to take their time. With my head and arse occupied, my body got gently stroked by both of them. I was in redneck heaven as my straight fantasies kept evolving
As we ambled on lustfully, the automatic lights suddenly went out. Unperturbed, we drifted on groaning and moaning sensually.
From under the stall door we then suddenly observed a source of light. We all froze for a moment, before we heard Forsie’s voice saying, “Open up, guys, I’m horny again. Let’s move the action to the showers.”
Along with a rechargeable lantern, Forsie has also brought along a few towels. After three towels were placed on top of one another on the shower floor, I was told to assume the doggy position.
Geraint again moved behind me on his knees and re-entered my backside. Having finally seen his knob, it is clear that the oral option was simply not going to work with Geraint. Apart from being far better endowed than the other two guys, he had a large mushroom-headed cock with a thick shaft that simply wouldn’t fit any normal mouth.
Forsie instantly kneeled before me and soon I was being vigorously face-fucked again.
“Jesus, bro. Take it easy… no wonder you can’t keep a chick,” Geraint teasingly told Forsie. Fortunately, Forsie did slow down after that.
When Bryant straddled my body with his cock facing Forsie, I was greatly amused by the negotiations above me as Bryant tried to get Forsie to blow him.
“Come on, bro,” Bryant informed Forsie, before qualifying, “We are all taking a walk on the ‘wild side’ tonight, so go with the flow.”
Finally, Forsie did agree, after getting a promise of reciprocation from Bryant. After several minutes, Forsie and Bryant changed positions. Honourably, Bryant stuck to his promise and allowed Forsie to skull-fuck him.
Forsie was the first one to near orgasm and asked Geraint to allow him unload into my arse. Their swap was swift, and shortly Forsie was grunting like crazy as he seeded my arse. Announcing that he was also close, Bryant then quickly moved behind me and unloaded as well. After Forsie and Bryant departed, Geraint asked me to turn my body over and lie on my back.
Upon lifting my legs he again re-entered me, before our marathon session got underway. He was by far the best lover of the three. Slowly, he again commenced his leisurely thrusting into me with my legs over his shoulders. Geraint then started using his fat mushroom-head to full effect, by popping it in and out of my sphincter. The expansion and contraction was mind-blowing. As he continued tantalising my hole, I started tugging on my knob.
The rhythm of this action made me whimper like crazy. On and on Geraint speared my butt powerfully, with his hips swaying in a dance of lust. Again “Aaaah’s” complemented every inward thrust from him.
When we finally came, seconds apart, I could feel the foamy spunk from my overfilled butthole trickling up my back.
After getting up off the floor once we were finished, my heart almost stopped when I observed that my brother had been watching our show!
After a quick smile, Geraint excused himself and went on his way. Having taken Forsie’s lamp with him, I quickly rinsed in the dark as my brother stood silently watching me.
Walking back to our tent afterward, Drake did not utter a word. Just before we entered the tent I implored him, “Please… don’t tell dad.” Drake did not respond.
His silence continued the following morning and later that afternoon, our drive home became the longest journey of my life. It felt like I had ‘The Sword of Damocles’ hanging over my head. Occasionally, Drake would turn to look back at me from the front passenger seat, observing me menacingly. Drake had always been a manipulator of note while we were growing up, and I knew that his silence was going to come at a price. I began to think about multitude of chores and obligations that would be inflicted upon me, going forward. Having been exposed, I knew I would simply have to grin a bear my lot.
After our arrival home dad phoned his closest buddy, Fred, and told him that he had caught two beautiful fish for him. Naturally, dad was summarily invited over to Fred’s home.
I went our room early to get away from my disdainful brother as he watched television.
At around nine that night Drake finally entered our room. With me lying on my bed, he sat on his bed facing me.
“What the fuck was that all about last night?” he asked.
I tentatively confessed my homosexuality, again imploring him not to tell our parents. After a very long silence Drake finally spoke.
“If it wasn’t bad enough discovering that you are homosexual, why were you letting that white trash fuck you?” he asked.
I simply shrugged.
“Don’t tell me that you also had sex with his two buddies?” Drake inquired.
I simply nodded, yes.
“Jesus… my brother is not only gay, but a full-on, hick-hoe as well,” Drake dismissively exclaimed.
I watched him get up and undress as I lay there in shame. When he was down to his boxer shorts I took the bull by the horns and asked, “Drake, I know you’re going to make me pay for your silence, just spit it out and tell me what I have to do?”
Drake then moved toward me and stood at the side of my bed. He remained there looking down at me for a minute or two, before he pushed his hand into his boxer shorts and gave his crotch a good scratch.
“Well, bro, what are you offering for my silence?” Drake then asked, with a smirk on his face.
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