Date: Fri, 5 Aug 2016 22:04:34 -0400 From: Tj Morgan Subject: Fishing with Daniel DISCLAIMER: The following content may contain detailed descriptions of sexual interactions between a minor and adult. If the laws in your place of residence or your religious beliefs make it illegal or wrong to read such, do not continue. If this type of content offends you, do not continue. Any similarities to real people, places, and events are entirely coincidental. This work of fiction is NOT based on any real people, places or events. Nifty operates free for us only because there's people donate to keep it running. If you could be as kind as to donate to Nifty, it would be much appreciated. Donate at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html All work is owned by the author and may not be used without his consent. As always, your feedback is welcomed and appreciated: odies1971@aol.com Copyright 2016 Daniel was a precocious little twelve year old. Standing a hair over 5 feet, his features exhibited all of his father's Asian heritage, and none of his mother's American background. I knew Daniel's mother long before she had even thought about dating, let alone getting married and having kids. Daniel was home-schooled, so he had some of that social awkwardness that is common to homeschooled kids. But on Daniel, it just made him all the more adorable. I had watched Daniel grow up from a baby and had never thought of him in anyway other than just another kid. One day, however, as he smiled at me and called me his best friend, I found myself ensnared in a way I never had been before. He was totally oblivious to the fact that I desired to be more than a friend, so he would, innocently enough, give me hugs, stand close to me, and rest his chin on my shoulder when I would be sitting down. Little did he know that it only made me desire him even more. One day, as I sat on the stoop of the Church playing `Words with Friends' on my phone, he stood behind me to watch. I looked up into his face and he smiled at me. I wanted so much to find a hidden meaning in that smile. Some sense that he felt the same about me as I did him. But of course, there was no way this twelve year old pre-teen boy would think about a man 30 years older than him as anything more than a friend or mentor. Later that summer, we prepared to take the teens on a getaway weekend. A final hurrah before the school season restarted. I was excited as Daniel was now old enough to join us, and the prospect of seeing him swimming shirtless was enough to pique my interest, and cause a stirring in my groin. The first night was a whirl-wind of activity. Everyone was unpacking the vehicles and getting settled into the cabin. Well, they call it a cabin, but it was actually a three story home. The living room and kitchen, and a bathroom were on the bottom floor. This was also the access to the backyard and the lake. The second floor had a sitting room, two bedrooms, the laundry room, and another bathroom. Above that was a spacious loft. The three girls that came on the trip would have one of the rooms on the second floor, with my wife and I taking the other (did I mention that I was married? Yeah, seems I like all the things girls have to offer, but every now and then, a handsome guy with a beautiful body could turn my head, too!) The four boys, of whom Daniel was one, took the beds in the loft. After everyone was unpacked and before supper started, we let the kids go for a dip in the lake. I was disappointed to see that Daniel was the only one of the boys who did not take off his shirt. The other three boys had nice physiques and soft dark hair in their armpits. A couple even had a small `glory-trail' leading from beneath their bely-buttons, disappearing in the bands of their swim trunks. While I enjoyed the sight, it was my Daniel that I really wanted to see. The next morning, I was charged with cooking the breakfast. As I stood at the stove turning sausages, flipping pancakes, and scrambling eggs, Daniel emerged slowly from upstairs. It was evident he was not awake yet. Then again, none of us were. We had spent far too long into the night playing silly games. Daniel sauntered over and leaned against my right arm. "I'm soooo tired." I smiled, reached up and ran my hand through his short dark brown hair. "Well, I'll take you out and throw you in the lake. That'll wake you up!" He laughed an adorable little giggle. "You'd have to catch me first!" He started to walk away, so I turned around and gave him a little kick in his cute behind. He turned and grinned at me while rubbing his ass. I knew I hadn't hurt him, but he was certainly playing it up. Once breakfast was devoured and cleaned up, instructions were given on what would be happening later that day. We would have a meeting to discuss what would take place in the coming year and elect our officers for the group. Other than that, the task was to have fun, enjoy the sun, and get to know everyone! Everyone scattered to change into their bathing suits and a few moments later ran out the door and down to the lake. The three boys were once again shirtless, and as Daniel ran out, I saw him looking at them. Hesitantly, he too shed his pale orange t-shirt. I realized he was probably nervous about going shirtless, but figured since the other boys did, he could, too. I stood behind Daniel, walking slowly to the beach. He sported a `farmer's tan' which made sense considering his family owned a farm and spent many hours pulling in bales of hay. I could already see the beginnings of muscles in his lean arms. He had the trim, boyish figure I expected, but was excited to see his shorts riding just a little low, the tip of his butt crack peaking over the top of the shorts. For a moment, I had the crazy desire to walk up and `pants' him. Somehow, I thought that would be frowned upon. "I want to take the boat out and go fishing," he said excitedly. "Will you come with me?" Our state laws require that anyone under 16 in a boat must be accompanied by an adult. I gladly said I would and we grabbed a couple poles, pulled the dinghy into the water, hopped in, and began to paddle our way out to the middle of the calm lake. Once we got out to the middle of the lake, we dropped anchor and cast our poles into the water. The forecast indicated it would hit 93 degrees, and it sure felt like it was there. The sweat was pouring off me, so I did something I don't normally do. I took off my New York Yankees cap, slipped my shirt off, then replaced my hat. I felt weird sitting in the boat with just a hat and swim shorts on. I was definitely in need of a tan! Daniel look over at me and smiled, which made me feel better. If he was self-conscious about being shirtless with his wonderful body, I was doubly so. "I don't normally go shirtless," I said, "but it's just too hot with the sun beating down." "I'm used to the heat. It gets pretty hot when haying the fields. Can I tell you a secret?" "Sure, you can tell me anything. It'll stay between us." "Sometimes after haying, when everyone else has gone back to the house, Josh and me will go to the pond and swim in nothing but our underwear." Josh was Daniel's 17 year-old brother. He was good looking in his own way, but was definitely more socially awkward than his younger brother. The two boys had three sisters as well, so I imagine any time they got alone to just be boys was precious. I began to imagine what it would be like to watch these young farm boys strip down to their underwear and jump in a pond. Did they wear boxers or tighty-whities? When they got wet, did the fabric become somewhat see through? Could you see Josh's dark pubes, the outline and shape of his teenaged cock? Did they ever get hard while swimming, and lay on the bank of the pond jerking off together? Did Josh teach his baby brother all about the birds and the bees? At one point, their family bred and raised cows. You had to believe that at some point, the subject of sex and how calves were made had come up. I was lost in the thought of these two strapping young boys, practically naked splashing in the water, and I almost missed Daniel yelling excitedly. "You caught one!" So I had. I began to reel in the catch, making sure not to go too quickly so as to lose the fish. I told Daniel to get the net as it felt like a big one. He grabbed the net and raced (as best he could in a rocking boat) to my end, ready to haul in the fish. Daniel reached out as far as he could trying to get the net under the flopping fish. Just as he was about to get it, he leaned out a little further and I saw him begin to lose balance. Instinctively, I reached out and grabbed the waist band of his swimming trunks. All of a sudden, he fell overboard. I tried to pull him back in, but only succeeded in pulling off his trunks. The last thing I saw was a pale white ass hitting the water. I stared at the red trunks in my hand, then looked over to see Daniel treading water, bare-assed naked. For a moment I was unsure what to do. Of course, I realized, help him into the boat. "Take my hand, I'll pull you up," I said. "But... I'm naked." "The way I see it, you have three choices. One, you can swim to shore and walk up on the beach butt-naked, in front of six teens and an adult. Two, you can stay here until it gets dark, THEN swim to shore and walk out bare-butt naked. Or, three, you can let me help you into the boat, limiting the number of people who see you naked to one- me. And you know that I would not say anything." Daniel took a moment to weigh his options, then decided that it would be better to have just one person see him naked as opposed to 7, or wait for hours in the water until dark. He swam over to the boat and reached up his hand. I grabbed it and began to pull him in. It was a good thing he was just a little thing and didn't weigh much. Still, I had to make sure I could pull him in, so reached my other hand to slide under his smooth little ass and in between his legs. I was sure that I could feel his little nut sack, shriveled due to the cool water. My own nut sack began to respond to the touching of his naked body. I pulled him into the boat, and for a couple minutes he just lay there on his belly, panting. He looked so beautiful, so perfect. My cock got hard as I watched him, his light brown skin drying in the sunlight. I could see little wisps of hair dotted here and there, and had a strong desire to reach out and caress his nude body. I reached down to adjust my growing cock just as he turned his head to look at me. He maneuvered himself into a sitting position and covered his dick (which I only caught a fleeting glance of) with his shorts. However, he made no attempt to put them on. "I told mom Josh's old shorts were too big." I chuckled, but could not find my voice to actually say anything. I just sat there with my hands over my groin, trying to hide the hard-on I had from looking at this gorgeous boy sitting naked in front of me. "You said I could tell you anything, right? And that it would just be between us?" I nodded. He paused for a moment. He seemed to be looking in the direction on my dick and I wondered if he knew that he had caused me to go hard. He stammered a little and said, "Sometimes, Josh gets hard, his, you know, I mean, when we swim. So do I. I like to see what it looks like when his underwear gets wet." Well, that answers that question! Daniel couldn't look at me and I knew that he was embarrassed by what he was saying. Growing up in a church home, I knew that there were things that were considered wrong. Being a boy, liking to look at boys was considered wrong. "It's normal to be curious," I said softly." I think every boy at some point wonders what other boys look like naked, what they do when they're alone and have... urges." I knew I was heading into forbidden territory, but the desire to push the boundary, to see how far I could go, was too great. Still, I had to make it look like it was just an innocent conversation on my part. "Sometimes, at night, when he thinks I'm sleeping, I can see him playing with himself. I like to watch. It makes me hard, too." Whether he was doing it intentionally, or out of habit, I wasn't sure, but I saw his right hand slowly massaging his young cock. He still had it covered with his trunks, so I still could not see what he had between his legs. My mind began to think of how to get him to reveal it. I gently began rubbing my cock through my shorts. By now I was completely hard and knew I would be leaking pre-cum. "Did you ever play with yourself when you were my age?" I chuckled. "My turn to tell you a secret. I still do." "Really? But you're married!" This time I laughed. "News flash, that doesn't mean anything. Sometimes your wife just isn't in the mood, so, you know, you gotta take care of it yourself." By this time, Daniel had either lost his embarrassment or was not aware, but the shorts were no longer covering his penis. I had a wonderful view of this beautiful boy. His skin, already bronze from his heritage, had darkened more so on his arms, legs, and his cute face. His chest, stomach, and pelvis had not tanned from exposure to the sun. Daniel sat on the bottom of the boat, still naked. His legs were crossed and his right hand was gently rubbing his young shaft. There were just the faintest wisps of pubic hair and I knew, from the sound of his voice when he spoke, that he was just entering the stages of puberty. I wondered if he had produced any cum when he jerked off or if he just enjoyed the effects of a dry orgasm. I could now see his dick. I discovered that he is uncircumcised, not extremely long, but not short either, and about average for width. His pink head glistened in the sun and I knew that he, too, had pre-cum oozing its way up his shaft. I just sat there staring at this beautifully naked boy. I knew even more that I wanted him. I cleared my throat. "Speaking of urges, um, it looks like you could enjoy some time alone to take care of that." I nodded in the direction of his cock. He blushed, smiled and looked down. When he looked back up, there was a look in his eye. I could not be sure if it was mischief, desire, or just a little bit of worry. What he said next, though, floored me. "So do you. Can... can I watch you?" My heart skipped and there were butterflies in my stomach. I looked around to see what was around us, but we were alone in the middle of the big lake. We were far enough away from shore that we would just be silhouettes on the horizon. I scooted off the seat and sat on the floor next to him. Daniel was so close I could smell him. I wanted to take him in my arms and feel his naked body against mine. "Are you sure you want to? I don't mind, but if anyone found out..." "I won't tell, I promise!" he said excitedly. How could I resist that? I scooched my butt off the floor of the boat and slid my shorts down. The floor of the boat was rough against the bare skin of my ass. I watched his face as he saw my dark brown bush appear, then the head of my hard cock. Finally, my ball sack appeared and I slid my shorts to my ankles. He sat there for a moment just looking at my now naked body. Daniel moved onto his knees and slid closer. The boat rocked and he lost balanced. He reached out to brace himself, his right hand on my chest, his left on my leg, just inches from my dick. I reached out and put my hand on his waist to help steady him. For a moment, we just sat there, looking at each other and this time I was sure there was a longing in his eyes. I slid my hand down his waist and around to rub his little bubble of an ass. I pulled him closer, his naked chest touching my naked chest. His hard little dick rested on my leg, and he slowly began to move his hips back and forth. My god, he was humping my leg! I raised my hand and caressed the side of his face. He closed his eyes and leaned into me. Suddenly, I felt his left hand leave my leg and a moment later wrap around my dick. I gasped as electricity shot through my body. Daniel pulled back, looking afraid. "I'm sorry. I, I just wanted to see what it felt like." I smiled, reached over and drew him closer. "It's okay. I just... didn't expect it, that's all." At that point, he climbed into my lap. His rested on his knees, with me in between, and wrapped his arms around my neck. I enclosed him in an embrace and hugged him tight. Our naked bodies wrapped together, sweat from the heat of the day trickled down our bodies. Daniel began to move his hips and his virgin cock pressed hard against my experienced dick. I looked down between us. The site of his young untouched cock pressed against my larger dick excited me. The movement of hjs body caused the boat to rock gently and little ripples of water ran away from the sides of the boat. I was glad that we were far enough out that no one could us. A forty-two year old man and a twelve year old boy, naked, hard cocks pressed together, bodies glistening with sweat, dicks glistening with cum. That would have been difficult to explain! Daniel began to move his hips quicker and his eyes closed. He started breathing hard and he leaned his head back, exposing his neck. I knew he was going to cum any minute. I gave into temptation (as if there was any boundary left to cross!) and leaned forward to kiss his neck. I could taste the sweat on his skin, the salty taste driving me over the edge. Daniel whimpered and pushed hard against me. He grunted once, twice, and I could feel his hot, sticky fluid hit my stomach. His grip around my neck was tight, and I gently bit his neck, careful not to leave a mark. After a moment or so, his humping slowed down and he released his grip. He started to lean back, but my cock was hot and ready to explode. As he leaned back, my dick went forward with him. Suddenly, I exploded, sending milky white cum up his bronze chest. After the first spurt, he looked down, just as another load shot forward, hitting him on the lips. He looked up at me, drops of cum hanging on his lip. I leaned forward and gently licked the cum off. To my surprise, and delight, he leaned in and kissed me hard. I held him close and felt his heart beating. We sat there holding each other for a few minutes, our dicks softening, the cum on our stomachs drying, until we heard the motor of an approaching boat. We had just pulled on our shorts when a motorboat came into view. We pretended to be putting a new lure on one of the fishing poles just as they passed. They waved, we waved back, and they sped off on their way. Using our hands as cups, we splashed water onto our chests to make sure there was no lasting evidence of the cum. I gave Daniel once last rub on his cheek, he smiled at me, and we headed for shore. When we got back, my wife was sitting on the lawn watching the rest of the teens. She smiled and said, "Welcome back! We thought you capsized. Did you have fun? Catch anything big?" Daniel and I smiled back to her. "Yeah, we had a lot of fun. Nice and quiet out there," I said. "I had a big one. I mean, I caught a big one, but, you know, had to let him go." I looked at Daniel quizzically. I was the only one who caught a fish. Daniel smiled at me, and I realized his `big catch' had nothing to do with fish! I wasn't sure if what happened would ever be repeated, but I knew that our friendship had been taken to a new level. And even if we never- went fishing- again, I always had my memories of Daniel and that day in the boat.