Date: Fri, 16 May 2014 06:02:55 -0700 (PDT) From: emmett1120@yahoo.com Subject: Fishing trip with Josh Part 1 AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is work of fiction involving consensual gay sex between an underage teen boy and an adult. The characters are fictional, except for myself. The story takes place when I am 40, married, with 2 teenage step kids. The time is summer of 2000. If this sort of material offends you, is illegal where you live, or you are under 18 years of age, PLEASE LEAVE THIS SITE NOW! This story is copyrighted by the author. It can ONLY be downloaded for personal enjoyment, NOT for republication or sale and distribution. If you wish to provide feedback, comments, or suggestions, please feel free to contact me, using the story title as the subject line, at emmett1120@yahoo.com Fishing trip with Josh - Getting Ready I was 35, and had just broken up with my girlfriend, whom I had ALMOST married, but thankfully didn't. During the summer months I had enjoyed the freedom of remaining single. As the fall started, and choir started up again (I sang in a large professional choir), I saw a very attractive woman in the alto section. Since my confidence around women was much better than it had been, I approached her after a couple of rehearsals when we had exchanged glances. Her name was Laura. She was very pretty, with long brown hair, a sweet face, green eyes, and a very nice figure. I thought she was 30 or so, but it turned out she was only a few months younger than me. She dressed well, and as we got to know each other I found out that she was in sales, had recently divorced her husband, and had two kids at home. That last part didn't scare me, since my recent girlfriend was a single mom, and I had gotten along well with her young son. Laura's kids were a bit older. She had a son, Josh, who was 11 at the time, and a daughter, Rachel, who was almost 10. The funny thing was that it took a few times of chatting at rehearsals before she asked ME out! Our dates started out simple: dinners out, movies, meet for coffee on Sunday mornings. Soon they became romantic, and eventually we did a weekend together when her ex husband had the kids. She was very, very sexual, and she told me I was her first lover since her divorce. While we dated she had been reticent to tell me why she'd divorced her ex, but on this weekend she told me that he'd left her - for another guy. Turns out he'd been gay all along, but married her and started the family to keep a certain image. Their divorce was amicable, and when I finally did meet him, he was a nice guy. Didn't even look like the stereotypical gay either. He had a live-in partner, and they lived in Santa Monica. So, for Laura, dating me, and eventually trusting me enough for us to become intimate, was a big step. By now Josh was 12 and Rachel was 10. I was involved in their lives pretty heavily: both of them played soccer, Josh played in little league, so weekends were often all of us together. They were good kids too. And VERY good looking. At 12, Josh had a toned and lean body from being athletic, and a shock of dark hair that cascaded over his ears and sometimes down to his neck. Rachel took after her mom, pretty, lithe, long honey blonde hair and sharp blue eyes. After Laura and I had been together for nearly a year, we decided to marry, and then took another year to plan it. Josh and Rachel were in the wedding, and were now 14 and 12 respectively. Josh was getting taller, but was still very toned and smooth. He was on the school swim team, played volleyball, soccer and baseball. Rachel was still in soccer, but was becoming a very pretty preteen girl. She started to need a training bra when she was 11, and by 12, she had some nice lumps filling out her bikini top or the camisole tops she liked to wear. After the wedding, Laura's parents stayed with the kids while we honeymooned in Tahoe, and life continued. I had turned 38 before our wedding, and Laura turned 38 a week after our honeymoon. Things were great. Laura and the kids loved to fish, and I became a decent fisherman under their instruction. Josh, in particular, liked to help me. He showed me how to tie the knots needed, how to work a rod and reel, pretty much everything. I often would fish in the local mountains with just him, or just Laura, or one time with Josh and Rachel. As Josh grew he retained his toned and smooth form from all his sports activities. He wasn't a buff muscular guy, but just very toned. He had a very flat belly, smooth legs, and liked to walk around the house in just his boxer briefs, something that would elicit a reprimand from Laura. Often he wore baggy soccer shorts, and I found myself catching views of his junk. Quick views - I didn't want to stare. Yeah, Josh was turning into a really good look, hot teen guy. Rachel wasn't too bad either. In the couple of years since we had gotten married she'd grow up, and out, and filled out her bikini very nicely. She loved to wear short cut off shorts showing her great legs. She'd taken up running now, and ran every day with one of her girlfriends, or sometimes with Laura. That fist summer up at a cabin that we liked (which was on a lake in the eastern Sierra) it was tough for me not only to see Laura looking good in shorts and a tank top with no bra, but to see 13 year old Rachel in much the same thing. There were several times that Laura would give me a "show" and bend over to reveal her braless and firm tits (just to me). But often I'd catch Rachel do the same thing. A couple of years had passed since the wedding. Josh was now 16, still involved in sports, and had even a better toned and smooth body. He must've been about 5' 8" by now, and no more than 150 lean pounds. Rachel was 14, and was still in soccer, and now girls softball, girls basketball and girl's swimming at school. She seemed to be even more sexual than ever. The tops revealed more, the shorts were shorter, the look and the hair said "fuck me." I will admit that I was looking forward to our yearly week at the cabin with our friends just to see Rachel in a bikini, and also see my wife in a swimsuit! We were both 40 now, but she could still pass for early 30's! But sometimes the best plans get all messed up. Two weeks before we were supposed to go our friends had to back out. My buddy had lost his job, and so they had to cut the trip due to the costs. We offered to help cover it, and they appreciated the gesture, but declined. Then the week before the trip Rachel received news that she had gotten into a prestigious summer music program at a local college (she sang like her mom and I did), and after much discussion we decided that she should take that opportunity rather than head to the cabin. Then, a day or so after that news my wife was told that she had a chance to nail a substantial contract, but had to take a series of meetings in St. Louis that week to do it, and it was that same week we were to go to the cabin, and no other week. She had to take it. We called the rental management company to ask if we could get another date, but there was nothing open for the remainder of the summer. It was next week or not at all. So, we made arrangements for the grandparents to take Rachel to the classes, and Josh and I would take the cabin for the week. Josh and I packed up the night before we left, getting everything together. We got up and headed out early on Saturday, stopping only for pee breaks and lunch in Bishop. We also stocked up food and stuff in Bishop at the Smart & Final and Vons. We were at the cabin by mid-afternoon, and got settled in. The cabin was very nice. Basically a large kitchen, a large great room that had the dining table, a pull out sofa and a large easy chair, then a bedroom with a full sized bed. The bathroom was large too with a shower. There were tons of windows in the great room and kitchen, and one window in the bathroom and one in the bedroom. We'd stayed in this cabin before, so we knew it well. It only took us an hour or so to get unpacked, get the kitchen in order, and then get out our tackle to fish. The cabin was one of three located on property. The one to our left was across a lawn and 2-stories, and slept four. The one to our right, which was the one our friends rented, hadn't gotten rented, so it was vacant. It could sleep four as well. So, basically Josh and I had all that shoreline area in front of ours and the other cabin to ourselves. It was early August, so the temperatures were warm enough that we were both in shorts. Josh, of course, stripped off his shirt as soon as we were at the water, and fished in just his board shorts. I found myself occasionally stealing glances as his toned and smooth form. And I thought of what his sister or even his mom might look like if they'd been here. We fished that first afternoon all afternoon, catching nothing, and then went in as it got dark and had dinner. After dinner we set up the small TV with the built-in VCR on one of the dining room chairs and popped in a tape. There wasn't much else to do! There was a fire pit outside the cabin, but I hadn't gotten any wood yet. We were both seated on the couch, the TV/VCR on, and Josh leaning into me. When the movie ended he asked me if I'd brought my electric razor, which I told him I had. I was a bit surprised, since Josh only needed to shave once a week, and he'd shaved the day before. When I commented on that his response nearly made me fall off the couch. "I need to trim and shave my pubes." He said it so matter-of-factly that I had no thought of what to say. As he got up from the couch he asked me where they were. I told him the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. He continued to talk as he walked back there. "Yeah. I trim and shave every few weeks, and had planned to last night, but you were all busy getting packed and shit," I heard the cabinet open, "so I totally forgot." I could hear the sound of the Velcro of his board shorts being separated, and the sound of his shorts then slipping down his legs. Then the razor started up. I heard the "click" of the trimmer being popped out, and soon the sound of it trimming off his pubes. I wasn't aware that Josh trimmed and shaved regularly, but I had seen him naked a few times by accident (or maybe not) and noticed he was pretty trimmed down there. Now I knew why. He kept it that way. Soon the sound of the trimmer stopped and the sound of the razor itself took over. I was still trying to focus on the movie, but was distracted by the sound, and the visuals in my head of him trimming. I didn't want to look, since to do so would be obvious that I WAS looking. It didn't take long for him to do the job - less than 5 minutes. I heard the razor being put back in the medicine cabinet and forced myself to watch the movie. In the corner of my eye I could tell Josh was as the door to the bedroom. "Whaddaya think?" I looked up at Josh standing the bedroom doorway. He was naked. He stood there, arms spread out so I could see him completely, board shorts in his right hand. He was totally, boyishly smooth. If it wasn't for his nearly 5' 8" frame and toned body, I'd have sworn he was half his age. He repeated his inquiry again, asking me what I thought. I took a deep swallow, and stammered out my response. "Well, I, uh, ahem, I, uh", long pause, "It, it, looks....good." I really didn't know HOW to respond. Here was a very good looking toned athletic 16 year old boy, naked and totally smooth standing just feet from me, asking me if I thought he looked good trimmed and shaved. I gave out a small laugh. "What do you WANT me to say?" I asked. Josh, shrugged, and started to put on his board shorts. I watched as he slid them up his toned legs, carefully tucked his dick in, and only secured them with the Velcro. "I dunno," he started. "Maybe that it looks good or something like that." "Well," I looked at his eyes. "It looks good. I like it trim and neat down there too." OOOPS! Did I just reveal too much. Josh asked me if I ever trimmed or shaved, and I told him I had in the past, but hadn't in a while. He then revealed that he knew his mom bikini waxed down there and often kept it trimmed, which surprised me that he knew that. He then volunteered his sister completely trims hers off. I wanted to ask how he knew all this as he plopped back down on the couch next to me, but I didn't have the balls to do so. He leaned into me as I fired up the movie again, and then when it was done, he moved across the couch, leaning into the arm, and placed his legs across my legs. I really felt like I was supposed to do something, but didn't really know. I turned off the TV/VCR. Josh was just looking at me. I smiled at him, wondering what was going on. I checked my watch. It was past 11 PM, and I wanted to get up early. I patted his legs, indicating I needed him to move, and then I got up, saying I was going to bed. He mentioned that he needed help pulling out the sofa bed, so I helped him. He asked if he could watch a movie for a bit with the headphones and I agreed. I walked into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and got undressed for bed, keeping on my boxer briefs and the tshirt I had. I walked back into the living room and turned off the lights, looking at Josh as he laid on top of the bedding, and the wooden chair with the TV/VCR at the edge of the bed. I said goodnight and he just nodded back his reply. I went into the bedroom, thinking of closing the door, but decided to leave it open. I crawled into bed, and laid there, envisioning the sight I'd seen just an hour or so before. I rolled over facing the wall, and was just about to fall asleep when I heard Josh click off the movie and turn off the TV, and the sound of the headphones being pulled off Josh's head. The sound of the headphones being placed on the floor was followed by another sound: the Velcro of Josh's board shorts being undone, and the sound of them being slipped down his legs. I was fully awake now, realizing he was naked. The rustle of covers told me he had pulled them over him, and I tried to settle myself back to sleep. I had no clue what time it was - maybe 1 AM. I tried to wipe out the image of Josh naked in the doorway, and of his sister's trimmed pussy, when I heard the sound of the covers on Josh's bed pushed back, and in a few seconds, there came the unmistakable sound of "fwap-fwap-fwap-fwap" as I realized Josh was jacking off. I was fully awake now, listening to the sound as he'd alternate between long strokes and short ones. Soon, he started to make soft groaning and grunting noises, sprinkled with occasional "oh, oh..." he'd stop for a second and I could hear what I thought were licking sounds. Then he'd resume. After about 5 minutes it became a little more frantic and quick, and then it stopped, and I heard the soft quiet "OH!" multiple times as I figured he had shot his load. The fwapping sound slowed and then ceased, followed by more licking sounds. I laid in bed, facing the wall, with a full erection in my shorts. I then heard Josh get out of the bed and walk by my bed (in this cabin you had to go through the bedroom to get to the bathroom), and then the door closed. I heard the water in the sink turning on, and what I guessed was a washcloth or towel being wetted. I could hear the rustle of Josh cleaning up his boy cum, and pressed my dick. Now I wanted to jerk off! The click of the light switch, and then the door opening quietly told me he was done. I heard him walk by me and then climb into his bed. I SO had to jerk off myself, but HOW???? I laid in bed for a long time, running the evening's events in my mind and fighting the urge to jerk off. But then, why not do it? Even if he's awake he just did it so why not I? I was still battling the urge when I heard the soft breathing sounds coming from Josh, which told me he was asleep. I pulled the covers back, pulled down my shorts and pulled up my shirt, and started to jerk my still hard cock. It didn't take long. I was so good at keeping quiet during an orgasm that I knew he'd not wake up. I laid there a bit, wondering how much I'd shot, and finally crawled out of bed, tiptoeing to the bathroom where I shut the door quietly and turned on the light. There, on the floor, was a damp washcloth. I picked up it and could feel the stickiness of Josh's cum. I refolded it until I knew it was a clean spot and wiped down my limping up dick, my pubes, and my belly. All of a sudden the excitement of the evening, mixed with exhaustion, took over, and I quietly left the bathroom and crawled into bed, falling asleep in minutes.