THE FISHING TRIP

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 alot. 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 seventeenth birthday.

Jason's wife took the kids and went east to visit her mother. Jason 
was alone for a couple of weeks. One week night, when I was fussing 
around with him in his shop, he said he wanted to go fishing during 
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 spasmotic 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 embarrased 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 jackoff 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 hand 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 sensative 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 sensative, 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 spittled 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 vasolene, 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 it 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. I kissed him back.

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