Date: Wed, 23 Aug 2006 18:56:50 -0700 (PDT) From: Jeff Spencer Subject: Hook, Line and Zipper, Part 1 (M/b, anal, oral) This story may involve descriptions of sexual encounters between males of different generations. Be warned, and do not read if reading this type of story is illegal for you. It is fiction, and should not be taken as approval of actual contact of this type between adults and children. Exploitation of children is evil. If you like it, drop me a line at JeffSpencer69@yahoo.com. Please contribute some money to Nifty if you enjoy this and other works posted there. ================================== I decided to wear my new jeans shorts I bought at Sear's Boys department when I went fishing. They're really the best for something like that and, call me superstitious, since I'd caught some trophies while wearing them, I thought they'd bring me good luck. They're kind of dorky looking, and REALLY stiff, like they put like 30 coats of starch in them, but you've go to go with success, right? Oh...I guess an introduction is in order, huh? My name is Bobby Matthews, and I'm 13 years old. I'm 5' 6" tall, and weigh 100 pounds. I've got light brown hair, a small nose, even white teeth, a nice complexion (though too many freckles across my nose and dusting my upper cheeks.) My hair is really too long, and some of the other kids at school tease me about it, but I don't mind, I like it that way, and so do some other people. My chest is kinda smooth, no real muscles there to speak of, and certainly no hair at all. My nipples are two light pink dots about an inch across, and they only stand out when my chest is winter pale. In summer when I run around without a top, they're harder to see, because of my tan. But when it gets cold, they turn into two little, hard nubs like pencil erasers. My tummy is flat, and smooth, except of course for my inny navel, and my groin below there forms a small 'vee' going down to my dick. I don't have any hair around my dick yet, but I'm pretty sure I will someday. I hope it's okay to say 'dick,' because for some reason it seems to come up a lot. Oops, I didn't exactly mean it THAT way! Well, maybe I did. I do that a lot, being unclear I mean. And sort of being, umm, seductive. My friend Alec says that I do that a LOT. HE looks like he's fourteen, and he thinks he's all grown up, but he's an ass hole, at least sometimes. But anyway, I was telling you what I look like, and about my fishing trip. So, my dick, is almost invisible when it's soft, it's maybe an inch long, but when it gets hard, which happens a lot, it's about 5" long, and I guess regular thickness for my age, but it looks tiny compared to men's dicks. They call theirs `cocks', I think. My dad has a really big one, and I see it sometimes when he leaves the bathroom. I've also seen naked men at the swimming pool locker room, and some other places. Their cocks look REALLY big and thick usually, like a souvenir bat I once got at a minor league baseball game I went to last year. I hope my dick will be big like that someday. My balls are pretty small, about the size of the lower-priced grapes my mom buys (but not raisins like dickwad Alec insists). The sack they're in is hairless, but real pink and wrinkled. I like to play with them, it makes me feel really good. You should try it, if you're a guy! My balls sack is tucked in pretty neatly under my dick, and that's about all I can tell you, because it's really hard to see under there. Other people, including Alec have seen my bottom hole, that's what Alec calls my ass hole, or my anus when he's trying to sound scientific. He says it's pink all around and inside, too, and there's like a puckered band around the hole in the middle, where shit comes out. I guess that's true, the way it looks I mean, because that's what Alec's looks like. Oh, would you like to know how I know what his ass hole looks like? Well, I'll tell you pretty soon, but first I want to talk about my fishing trip. I've been doing it for nearly two years now, fishing I mean, since I was eleven, and Alec says if you want to be any good at it when you're older, you've got to start early. He says he's been fishing since he was eight. I told him I could have started at a younger age - I just didn't want to. But I think he's lying, I never was even INTERESTED in it until two years ago, and I don't see how he could have been. Anyway, the place I'd picked out for fishing was perfect. It was quiet, and shady, and I think, pretty private. The stream is about a mile from our neighborhood, I don't want to fish TOO close to home - what fun is that? And there's a nice, soft grassy bank leading down to the water, which is clear and fresh, and smells good. My dad says there's a LOT of streams that it's not even safe to eat the fish from - sucks, I guess. Anyway, the nice conditions at this stream just allow a guy to lay back, and use his imagination. I kinda think that's a big part of the fun of fishing - using your imagination. I use a Storm Thunderstick rod and reel my parents bought me at Target when I go fishing. It's really good for conditions around here. I had them all set up on the stream bank, the rod supported so I didn't have to hold it. My bait I think, was perfect - it's a Pink Wiggler. You wouldn't believe how the fish go for it. Sometimes you have to practically pry them off it! After I'd been in place, nearly ten minutes, my back against a tree by the shoreline, just kinda' dozin, I sensed, rather than actually saw or heard, his approach. The speckled trout broke the surface with hardly a drop of water out of place, its body gleaming in the muted light, but fell back in to slip away as I heard the voice of a man from over my shoulder, "Wow, what a beauty!" I tried to hide my annoyance, and turned my head to look over my shoulder at him. "The fish, I mean," he said, grinning easily. He looked as though he was somewhere in his late twenties, about 6' tall, 180 pounds, muscular and good looking, wearing some kind of track shorts, knit shirt with collar, and walking shoes. He had a small gold wedding band on the ring finger of his left hand. "Mind if I sit there?" he asked, indicating a spot about three feet away and across from me. I couldn't help noticing, as he eased himself down onto the grassy stream bank, that he really filled out the front of his shorts. His dick, I mean cock, must have been, well really big. I guess it was twice as long as mine, and really big all around, but it looked like it was getting all stiff as he looked me over. I know I sound overly curious about men's cocks, but I think it's a natural curiosity, don't you? Anyway, I get that `once over' from a lot of guys, I think it's because of my long eyelashes. Alec says they make me look 'hot'. Maybe he's right. A lot of girls and guys seem to comment on them. "Um, son, your zipper's open," he said, as he moved himself closer to me. I looked down, and my dick was kinda half hard and hanging out of the opening of my zipper. Because the shorts were new, and all stiff, and my zipper WAS open, with me not wearing underpants (I never do when I go fishing), sure enough I was practically flashing the guy. The guy's mouth was hanging open, his eyes all over my exposed dick as I scrambled to fix things. "Oh gosh, thanks sir, that's embarrassing," I said, as my fingers gripped the handle of the zipper. I began tugging on it, trying to get it higher. "Oh MAN!" I sort of yelled. I started panicking, my face turning red, my eyes getting wild, like a horse that's about to bolt. The zipper wouldn't move, it was like it was glued in place. For some reason, my dick started to stick out even more, and I could see the guy's cock tenting HIS shorts too! The man could see I was starting to lose it, so he said, "Now calm down, son, I think it's just stuck," and reached in to see if he could loosen it. I removed my hands as though to give him access, then when he took the bait, his hands right at my exposed crotch, I started thinking about how delicious this guy's cock would taste in my mouth, and how creamy his cum would feel coating my tongue and lips when he shot in my mouth. Well, my little cock shot to its full five inches, right in between his palm and fingers, and I pressed my hand on his to keep him from moving it, then began pumping my hips and cock in his hand. My precum was already dribbling down onto his fingers, a hot and sticky, thick sauce, and I knew that I had him - the rest was just a matter of reeling him in. When guys like him feel my slick and hot cum on their fingers, the musky smell of it filling their nostrils, and they can actually see globs of cum pulsing from my tiny, red piss slit, well, they don't stand a chance. "Oh mister," I began sighing and whispering, "that feels so nice! My little dick feels so good, rub it harder, please!" The man looked perplexed, wondering how he'd gotten into this position, like a trout in a creel wondering why it's not in the stream anymore. When I boldly put my hand on his bulging crotch, stroking and pressing and squeezing his hardness through the fabric, he only uttered a few whimpers, and I knew I could do anything I liked. The big round dark spot on his shorts at his dick told me I was exactly on the mark. I began tugging his shorts down off his beefy hips, his big, fat cock flopping out down his thigh. God! What a beauty, his cock was definitely a keeper. Uncircumcised, just like mine, and the way I like 'em. Half of the dark, red cock head, and the piss slit, was peeking out of its turtleneck collar, and there was a big, delicious looking glob of his pearly-white man cum already leaking out. I moved my mouth down to the fierce red cock head, sucking it into my mouth while pulling his foreskin back. I savored the salty taste of his emission, and the musky sweat smell of his lovely, hairy crotch. He had a big bush of brown hair all around the base of his cock, which looked like it was about eight inches long, if I'm any judge. His balls were big, fat and full of juice, hairy and moving around in his sack as he grew more excited. I heard him moan as I swallowed the fat head of his dick, pressing my own hips against him, as he scrambled to pull my shorts down, baring my little boy equipment to his aroused lust. My dick, all bright pink and little boy, pressed against his face and I heard him give a soft sob like a damned soul, just before his soft, warm lips closed over my penis, my hips pushing it deeper into his snug and wet orifice. Then I began fucking in and out of his hot man cunt. Simultaneously, I wrapped my small fingers around his hot cock, and began jacking him off, slowly at first, then with more enthusiasm, as my tongue delved inside his big piss slit. My small tongue was fighting against wave after wave of his creamy cum, like a salmon fighting its way upstream to its home. He moaned, his mouth never leaving my cock, and began pumping his cock and hips like one of the lost, and I knew he'd be cumming soon, so I quickly took my mouth of him, and scrambled away from him. I didn't want to land him TOO soon. "Wha, what's wrong?" he gasped, as already he began to slip back from the precipice of his orgasm. I got up on my knees, looking down at his bulbous red cock. It shuddered with each beat of his heart, my saliva and his cum, mixed, running down the sides like a fountain. I put my hands lightly on each side of his face, a confused expression painting it, and brought my small lips to his manly mouth, and kissed him, softly at first, then harder as I brought him to a higher level of passion, our tongues playing together like two dolphins. He groaned deeply into my mouth, his hands flat against my chest under my shirt. "Daddy, would you do something for me?" I whispered into his ear, my pink tongue tickling him there. He nodded helplessly. I imagine he was praying that I wouldn't make him walk naked down Main Street, because he knew that he would do it for another taste of my little dick. "Lick me here," I said, standing and bending over in front of him, my small white moons separating shyly to reveal that puckered pink hole that I was so proud of, and which had brought me so much pleasure. I felt his big hands hesitatingly, and wonderingly grasp my globes, gently squeezing their warmth and fullness. Then, his warm, moist breath as his mouth approached a boy's ass hole for possibly the very first time, a vision of heaven he hadn't anticipated when he woke up next to his wife that morning. His tongue tentatively licked into my furrow, and I gave my butt a wiggle, wanting him inside me, soon. He must have liked the smell and taste of my ass hole, because the deeper inside he got, the more enthusiastic he became. I slowly jacked off my dick, until he got the idea to reach between my legs and stroke it himself. I accidentally let off a small fart in his face, and he gasped, and licked me even harder. The thought of that got me really excited. I could feel him slobbering back there, loving my ass hole so much, but now I really wanted to feel his big man dick inside me. I turned, to see him with his tongue out, red- faced, saliva running down his chin. He looked pretty funny, but I didn't care about that, I just wanted his dick. I got onto all fours, and looked expectantly over my shoulder at him. "You mean..." he began, and I just groaned. "Fuck me," I whispered, and he was on me in nanoseconds. He put one hand on my left shoulder, and pressed his crotch into my ass, his hand aiming the fat head of his dick into my ass notch. I concentrated on relaxing my ass muscles, and he slipped inside of me, moaning as he felt my warm ass enveloping his hardness. He filled the opening, inch by inch, slipping deeper into me, fucking my ass slowly, sliding his 10 inches agonizingly slowly, teasing me, until I could feel his curly cock hair tickling my soft ass globes. His crotch was hard and hot against my soft rear end. I pushed my ass back against him, throwing my head back with pleasure. He started pulling out, then pumping back inside, fucking me at an increasingly faster rate. He was clearly well practiced at fucking, whether boy or girl, cunt or ass, and knew how to vary his strokes and his pressure. I quickly felt tingles inside me as his lovely penis filled me, then almost left me, again and again. I felt him reach around and wrap his strong fingers around my dick, lightly stroking my sensitive shaft, increasing and building my excitement. I began moaning and felt as though I were losing control, and wow, it felt wonderful. I grunted in passion, and pushed back against him, as I wanted to fill his hand with my cum. I could feel streams of electricity coursing from my ass to my cock, then back, over and over, tension building as I exploded in a fantastic orgasm, shooting loads of my watery, hot cum into his practiced hand. He continued fucking my ass without missing a stroke. Then he brought his hand up, coated with my semen, and put it on my lips, and I licked at it, tasting my own cum, while he slammed himself into my tight hole like a pile driver, exclaiming, "God, baby! That is the tightest pussy I have EVER felt! You hot fucking slut, I love fucking your tiny, hot boy cunt, take my cum up inside your hole, bitch! Fuck! I'm cumming inside you, unnh, unnh!!" he grunted after that, feeling the pleasure of my ass, as he came boatloads of his cum inside my bottom. He slowed and stopped, finally, his dick slowly deflating inside me, as his white sauce dribbled down my inner thighs, a delicious, tickling sensation that told me I had been royally fucked by a very memorable trophy catch. He slumped on my back, and as his cock slipped out of my hole, I twisted around to lay on the grass on my back, pulling him down on top of me, our mouths meeting, lips pressed together as we kissed again, his hot breath familiar to me. Our tongues wrestled together, lovingly and gently. His cock, wet with the juices from my ass, lay next to my own wet dick, like its older brother or something. It felt good, hot and still semi-hard, next to mine. His balls were heavy on mine. "God, kid, I've never been seduced so fast in all my life. Hell, I wasn't even expecting anything like that! You're some fucking hot pussy, you know that? Can I see you again?" I grinned at him. "Y'know, I just LOVE fishing here," I thought to myself. He gave me his name and cell phone number, and left, still putting on his clothes, looking back at me and shaking his head. After he got out of sight, and after I dressed, I thought about the story I'd have for Alec THIS time. Then I got out my small bottle of acetone to dissolve the super glue I'd used on my zipper. It wouldn't do to walk home with my dick hanging out... ============================= If you liked this story, drop me a line at JeffSpencer69@yahoo.com. Thanks!