Date: Mon, 20 Apr 2015 19:39:31 +0000 (UTC) From: Bob Smith Subject: Fishing Buddies Chapter 2 Remember, this is just a story. It's not real and didn't happen. Nifty needs your support to exist. Consider sending them some money so we can continue to read these stories. I love getting email so if you like the story let me know. My other stories Camping with Ace Late Night Intruders My Boys ************************************************************************* Chapter 2 We showed up at the ramp early Saturday morning. The boys were already waiting for us. They wore the same short pants, same shirt and same sneakers. No socks. They both had a dark blue hoodie on since the early morning can be chilly. You could see the IMS decal on their left chest. I knew it would be in the eighties by ten this morning and in the nineties by tonight, but right this minute, it was a chilly low sixty. Scott and me both had on nylon gym-type shorts and a sweatshirt as well. I asked both boys to stand by and let Scott and I launch the boat. I unhooked the trailer wrench hook from the boat and put another line on the bow hook so Scott could control the boat once I launched it. I asked the boys to continue to wait until we were in the water before they got to the floating pier. Scott walked onto the pier as I backed the boat into the water. I built up some speed and then hit the brake when the trailer was covered with water. The boat sailed off the trailer and floated free. Scott was bringing the boat closer to the pier as I drove out of the ramp and watched the boys head for the boat. By the time I parked the trailer and returned to the boat, Scott had helped the boys get their fishing tackle on board and was giving them each a life jacket. I started the two 90-horse engines and let them idle as I donned my own life jacket. I have a number of boats for fishing. This morning I was using my Boston Whaler. At 22-feet the boat was roomy and would give the boys lots of casting room. It also had a number of pedestal chairs for easy fishing. We backed out of the landing ramp and headed down river. This part of the river is a no wake zone so I kept my speed slow, so my wake would be minimized. We passed marinas, restaurants and river front homes as we headed for the Gulf. The boys were sitting up front, in the bow seats, and were enjoying the trip. Scott was talking to Travis when Chris asked if he could sit near me and steer the boat. I said "yes" so he walked to the center console and took the wheel as I kept the speed very low. "What's that ahead of us?" he asked. "Looks like a dolphin. Just keep this same heading and he will swim alongside us." "Can I look closer?" he asked all excited. "Sure." He left the console and leaned over the edge of the boat and watched as the dolphin swam alongside the craft. Travis was looking down on the big mammal from his bow seat as the large creature swam within a foot of him. Before we knew it, we were surrounded by a pod of dolphins. Both boys had big ass smiles on their faces. Even Scott, who had seen hundreds of these gentle creatures, was enjoying the moment. "Chis find a seat and hang on. We are going to go a lot faster as soon as we pass the sign ahead." Within minutes, we were at the sign giving us permission to "Resume normal safe speed." I looked up and saw all the boys were settled in their seats, their life jackets were on and properly tied and no lines were in the water and so I pushed down on the accelerator and off we went. The shoreline went from civilization to floating islands of tall grasses as we entered the river tidal basin. You could look out at miles of green grasses. On the far horizon, you could see trees and, on occasional, a home in the marsh. The canal weaved in and out and around the islands of marsh grass, but we kept up the speed and headed to the gulf. All of a sudden the marsh lands disappeared and there was nothing in front of us except blue water. I looked at my GPS and slightly changed our direction as we headed toward my fishing area. We passed a few of the outer islands and I heard Scott tell Travis that BA Beach was on that island, as he pointed, and was great for swimming, sleeping and picnicking. We didn't see many boats on the gulf which was good for us: less competition for fish. We were going to fish for Red Snapper. These fish can go up to fifty pounds, but I suspected we would not see any that size, but a ten to fifteen pounds should be easy to catch. The area I choose to fish today is an artificial reef. About forty years ago a boat sank in the gulf and the structure attracted a great many fish. I looked at my GPS and fish finder before I asked Scott to get the anchor line ready to be dropped. He slowly lowered the anchor when I gave him the word. We were in thirty feet of water and if you looked closely you could see the top of the wreck over the right side of the boat. The water was gin clear. Once we were secured, I asked the boys to come to the steering console and explained what we were going to do for the next few hours. "First, the safety rules: Chris, how old are you?" "I'm twelve." "Good. You're legal. You guys can take off your life jackets while the boat is anchored but no horse play as it could be dangerous out here. I am going to put up the Bimini top for shade, but drink a lot of water and stay hydrated. The water and ice are under the seat. Since your fishing rods are not really made for big fish, and we are going for really big fish, I am going to let you use my equipment. Don't drop the rod into the water; hang on to it at all cost. Red Snapper can get to be fifty pounds or more, but we are going for the ten to fifteen pound fish. That means the hooks and the bait are big as well. Be careful with the hooks." I then showed them how to put a frozen squid on a hook and we ready for fishing. Immediately after my safety chat, three boys removed their life jackets and placed them under the seats. They also removed their hoodie sweatshirts. I noticed as the boys removed their sweatshirts, their t-shirts crept up the backs exposing their belt line. Unlike the last time I saw them, this time the boys were not wearing any underwear and you could see the top of their butts as their cargo pants scooped down as their t-shirt went up. I knew Scott like to go commando when we went fishing so that didn't surprise me, but Travis and Chris, leaving their underwear at home, did surprise me a little. I wondered if they were like Scott and I and avoided wearing underwear whenever we could or was it just laziness on their part. I turned on the radio and we settled down to fish. I suspected that if we were going to catch fish, it would be quickly. My fish finder marked fish all around us so it was only a matter of time before one took the bait and we landed it. The two older boys sat in the pedestal chairs on the bow, their legs stretched out in front of them, their feet on the gunwale. They opted to put their rods in a fishing rod holder allowing them to stretch out, sleep and talk and not be encumbered with a fishing rod. Chris and I kept our fishing road in our hands and just leaned back and chatted. It has been about forty-five minutes later when I asked the boys if they were hungry. Dumb question! All boys are hungry all the time. I suggested they look in the cooler and take out some donuts for a mid-morning snack. They were digging in the cooler for donuts when one of the reels made a clinking sound. Then a second reel made a clicking sound. The clicking sounds occur when a fish is on the line and starts to take the bait. The drag on the reel engages and goes "click" each time the reel lets out line. The older boys had fish on their lines. They dropped their donuts and grabbed their fishing gear. "STOP! Don't do anything. Let the fish run with it for a while." They stood up, took their rods out of the holders and held them as they watched the line run out of the reel. The clicking sounds became more incessant. "Tighten up your lines." I said. They made their lines tighter. They could feel the fish running with their bait. "OK! Set your hooks hard." Both boys pulled back hard on their rods and set the hooks. The race was on. The fish bolted when they felt the pressure of the line and ran away from the boat. The boys in their excitement started to reel the fish in, getting nowhere as the drag took hold. The more they cranked, the more the fish sped away from the boat. "Slow down." I said. "Let the drag do your work for you. Lift the tip of your rod up and then reel them in. Then lower your rod tip and repeat. You only crank when you drop the rod tip." "Chris, get the net ready. When I tell you to, net the fish head first." Chris had the net ready to go when we heard another click. I looked up and Chris' rod was about to go over the side. He had left his bait in the water when he grabbed the net and another fish had latched onto it and was moving line away from the boat along with the fishing rod. We now had three large fish online, something that had never happened to me before. "Grab your pole." I yelled as I seized the net and got ready to land Scott's fish. Alas, it was not to be easy. Once Scott's fish saw the boat he burst into another breakaway from the boat and the war was on again. Fifteen minutes later I netted Scott's fish. Shortly after that I landed Travis' fish after it too decided it was not going to go down without a fight. Both boys sat down and watched Chris fight his lunker. It was neat to hear their words of encouragement for the young guy in his fight. Soon, even Chris' fish succumbed to the weight of the drag and Chris' reeling him in. I asked if Travis wanted to help his brother by netting the fish. A very short time later we had three fifteen pound fish in the boat. All three boys looked happy and, of course, I started to get shit from them as to why I didn't catch any fish. We baited the hooks and started to fish again. For the next hour there was little action. All the boys got hits, but no fish. The older guys went to lie back in their chairs and closed their eyes. Their feet were on the gunwale and they were stretched out half asleep. Chris gave me a poke and nodded his head toward Scott. "Hey! Scott. You planning on going camping?" he asked. "Huh!" "Well, I can see you pitched a tent so I was wondering if you were going to go camping." Then he let out a big snort at his joke. Scott was stretched out with his feet on the gunwale and his head back, his eyes closed. You could clearly see the outline of his wood in his shorts. His dick was sticking straight up. It was hard to miss his five inches particularly since when he got hard his dick went straight out. He opened his eyes. He looked at Chris and said, "I have to piss." He walked to the side of the boat and pulled his shorts down and started to pee over the side of the boat. "Good idea." Travis said and he joined him. He undid his top button and zipped his pants and pulled out his hog. Both boys were sporting boners and as soon as they pulled down their pants, it was hard to miss their erect dicks. They let loose and their stream flew up in an arch landing in the Gulf. From my position at the console I noticed that they were both about the same size in thickness and length. I knew Scott was far from shy. I had seen him naked since he was a wee lad so my watching his take a piss was not unusual. We knew each other intimately as well since our getting off sometimes meant relieving each other from our sexual tensions. I was a little surprised, however, that Travis was so unconcerned about me see his semi-hard unit. My other observation was that neither boy had a tan line. In Scott's case, he and I swam naked in the pool and even spent time on the boat and BA Beach soaking up the rays, naked. I wondered what the story was with Travis. "Now I have to go." said Chris as he walked to where the boys were and pulled down his pants. His dick was semi-boned like the other lads and, like his brother, he was totally fine with me watching him. When he was finished urinating, he stroked his cock a few times. This was far more than just getting the dew off his twig. He was actually stroking himself in front of us all. He stroked a little, got his unit hard and then looked at me and put his tool away. When he came back to his seat I said "Nice sized dick for a twelve year old." "Thanks. When I'm hard I am as big as Travis and he's a year older." "Really? I guess I would have to see that to believe you. Your brother is a big boy." "Any time you want to measure us, just ask." He looked at me with a sly grin and cupped his cock with his hand. As the sun got higher, fishing got really slow, so I decided to pull the plug and head home. I had plans for late afternoon so going home a little early would work out just fine. We pulled into the landing ramp and I asked Scott to clean the fish and put them on ice. Both boys helped him. They seem to get a great deal of pleasure tossing the fish guts up in the air and watching the egrets snatch them midflight. When the fish were cleaned and the boat secured, I asked the boys if they wanted a ride home. They said they would walk so Scott and I headed home after telling them they were invited to join us again next Saturday.