Date: Thu, 22 May 2014 05:45:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: emmett1120@yahoo.com
Subject: Fishing Trip With Josh Part 4

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Fishing trip with Josh - TUESDAY

       I woke up, really no clue what time it was, but the bedroom was
light, so I had to figure in the 7 AM hour.  It was a few seconds before I
realized Josh was in bed with me, so I looked over at him.  He was facing
away from me, towards the wall.  I moved my hand over a few inches and
touched his firm ass, the ass I'd fucked the night before.  I laid there,
wanting to fuck him again, but didn't think doing it while he slept and
without a real lube would be a good idea.  But then the thought of feeling
up his morning wood crossed my mind, so I rolled towards him, and tried to
slip my hand over his naked hip and down.  But it was no good.  He was
curled up in a fetal position so I could not even get my hand into his
groin area to feel him up.  I laid back down on my back, wiped my face, and
gently got out of bed.  I stretched, looking down at this sleeping gorgeous
teen boy in the bed.  I so wanted to fuck him again, and do more.  The idea
came into my mind that I wanted to lick him all over, give him a body
massage - basically worship his teen boy body.  That would be that night, I
figured.  I went into the bathroom, shut the door, took a pee, and came
back out, getting dressed for the day.  I went into the kitchen and prepped
the coffee, and then got my tackle ready.  It was late- the clock on the
coffee maker said nearly 8 AM.  When the coffee finished I prepped a mug,
opened the kitchen door, got out the tackle and headed down to the
lakeside.  The neighbors were up already and waved to me.  I decided that I
wanted to distance myself from them just in case Josh came out and our
morning chat turned sexual.  So I placed myself in front of the vacant
cabin next to ours.  I had my line baited and in the water in a few
minutes, and plopped down on the picnic table, drinking my coffee.  It was
a beautiful morning, and boats were out trolling.  I was hungry too.  I
went back up to our cabin and got a bowl of cereal, checking to see if Josh
had moved in bed so I could do a morning wood feel-up.  He was now flat on
his belly, diagonally across the bed.  So, no wood check.  I finished my
cereal, and went back out to fish, and saw my line was dancing.  I pulled
in a nice trout and put it on the stringer.  But that was it for the
morning.  But just being outside was nice.  It must've been nearly 10 AM
when I heard our cabin's front door open and I looked over my shoulder to
see Josh coming down the front steps in the red soccer shorts and his
hoodie, which he'd pulled the hood over his head.  He came over to me, took
a long stretch which exposed his flat belly and belly-button, and sat on
the bench near me.
	"Why are you way over here?" he asked me.  I told him that if he
and I started to talk about things of a sexual nature I wanted to be a
little more distant from our neighbors than I had been.  He nodded, and
then quietly got up and went back to the cabin.  He was back out with a cup
of coffee in a couple of minutes and again, sat next to me.
	"That was so intense last night" he said, quietly, just barely
above a whisper.  I agreed that it was.  "D'ya think, that..." he paused.
"D'ya think we'll do it again?"  The tone of his question made me wonder if
he thought that was it for the week, that our fucking was the most we'd do,
as if there was no more.
	I nodded my head.  "Shit, yeah, man." I started.  Then quietly I
said "I want to fuck again, and there's, well, more I'd like to do with
and, well, TO you." I turned to him and smiled.  He sipped his coffee, and
swallowed.  As he looked out to the lake he asked "like what?"  I leaned
towards him and reiterated that I wanted to fuck him again, as well as lick
him all over, and give him a full body massage.  "Plus," I added.  "I wanna
suck your cock as MUCH as I can!"  Josh giggled.  "What about now?" he
asked.  I told him we had to be careful about doing stuff during the day,
since we didn't want to be shut up in the cabin all the time and have our
nice neighbors wondering what's going on.  He nodded in agreement, and said
that he'd love to do all the things I said, but added that he wanted to
suck me as much as he could, too, probably more than I wanted to suck him.
I smiled.  I liked where this was going.  He stood up and walked to my pole
next to the lake.  He tightened up the slack a bit, then turned and asked
me why I hadn't played with him that morning.  I told him I wanted to but
he was turned away from me and in a fetal position so I couldn't get to his
cock.  But then I added that we still had a few days left and I was sure
that we'd be in bed together the rest of the week, so I'd have more
chances.  He giggled at that.  I was glad I was farther from our neighbors
since this was the kind of chat I knew we'd have.  Josh sat back next to me
and took another sip of coffee.
	"So, are we going into Bridgeport to get the lube?" he asked.  I
said we would, maybe in the afternoon.  I also suggested we hit the
ice-cream shop, or have lunch there.  He OK'd that.  I was hungry by this
time, so Josh and I headed back into the cabin and got a bowl of cereal.
We went back out by the tackle and sat on the picnic table, eating our
cereal.  Josh made some comment about adding some cum to the cereal, and
then we joked about other foods that he could cum on.  We finished our
breakfast and he took the bowls back in, coming back out without his
hoodie, but with his tackle.  I watched as he walked towards me, shorts
riding low, the jiggling of his cock visible through the fabric.  GOD!  I
wanted him now!  He put his tackle box on the table and rest the pole on
his arm while he got the bait out and baited his hook.  Soon he had his
line in the water and came to sit back next to me.  It was just then that
one of our neighbors came over to talk to us.  He told us that they were
planning on leaving around lunch and going to Virginia Lakes or maybe even
as far south as the June Lake Loop and would we like to join them.  They
said they planned to be out all afternoon and then finish off the day with
dinner at the Bridgeport Inn.  I politely declined, stating that we were
going to go to Bridgeport to get something and then maybe rent a boat
(which was a total lie).  He said he'd miss our company but said they'd see
us in the morning.  He turned and headed back to the cabin.  Josh just
leaned back into the table, his smooth toned tan body looking so good.  I
looked down at his junk, and could see a very small tent - and knowing he
was nice-sized even when limp - it didn't surprise me.  I really wanted to
reach down right then and there and go for it.  I looked over at the
neighbors and they were all occupied, so I slipped my hand to his hip, and
using my fingers I gently started to pull at the nylon of the leg of his
shorts.  Because he was seated it didn't go very far, but he knew what I
was doing and knew what I wanted, so he raised up his right ass cheek and I
pulled up his shorts so that his right thigh was totally exposed.  Josh did
something then that made me relieved: he moved his left foot back which
raised up his left leg, obscuring whatever view our neighbors might have.
I then slipped my hand slowly up his thigh until it rested on the top of
it.  Then looking around to make sure no one, not even someone in a boat,
was close by, I slipped it under the fabric and to his cock, which by now,
was almost fully erect.  I took his boy cock in my hand, shifted it so it
was pointed toward the waistband, and started to slowly stroke him.  Josh
sat there, fully acting like nothing was happening so that our neighbors
stayed clueless.  And my stroking was slow and actually only a small
motion, rather than stroking his whole cock.  Josh shifted a bit so that he
was facing me so I could fully stroke his cock, which I started to do.  He
moaned softly and told me to keep going.  It wasn't too long before I could
feel the surge in his cock of boy juice, and soon the soccer shorts were
showing a large wet spot where he'd shot his load.  We both looked around
to make sure no one saw anything.  Josh leaned in and said he had to go
shower and put something else on, and I told him to make sure those shorts
stayed dirty, because I wanted to sniff them later.  He giggled and smiled,
and just said "fuuuuck" under his breath.  He stood up, his still somewhat
hard dick creating a tent with a growing wet spot.  His cum stain was huge,
almost the size of a softball.  I couldn't believe he shot such a huge load
after cumming last night.  Josh looked at the neighbors who were, by now,
beginning to walk up to their cars.  He took a look to see if they were in
a place to see the big oyster in his shorts, and when he felt they couldn't
see, he quickly walked up to the front door of the cabin, and went in.  It
was about 15 minutes later that he came back out, in a different pair of
board shorts than the yellow ones he'd worn, and again with no shirt on.
He joined me again on the table and commented that what I'd just done was
the hottest thing he'd ever done, since it was out in the open.  I then had
an idea, but one I'd keep very quiet.  I wanted to do it that afternoon
when we'd be the only ones on the property.
	We stayed on the bench, chatting about sex, his sister, his mom,
his dad, guys at school, my minimal guy experiences, and then finally,
about noon or so we decided that we'd head into Bridgeport, grab the KY,
and then some food.  I hadn't showered since last night and felt like I
wanted to, so I packed up my tackle and went back up to the cabin, where I
showered and got dressed.  Josh had put his tackle away and was in the
cabin as well, pulling on that baggy tank top that I liked.  He slipped on
his flip-flops and grabbed a cap that he liked to wear, and we headed out.
Steps from the cabin I realized I'd forgotten the truck keys, so I turned
and walked back, unlocking the cabin door and going for the keys to the
Jeep.  As I closed the kitchen door behind me I saw that Josh was up at the
Jeep already, waiting impatiently.
	As I walked away from the cabin, I saw the two housekeeping women
walking down towards the neighbor's cabin, their arms full of fresh towels.
They were both Hispanic, one younger, maybe Josh's age.  The other looked
closer to my age.  I figured they were mother and daughter.  As I looked at
them the younger girl smiled, and then quickly turned her head.  She was
pretty, and her smile was sweet.  My cock tingled a bit, and my ego took a
big boost: not only was I fucking my teenage stepson, but now some teen
girl smiled at me.  Josh must've seen all this, because by the time I got
up to the Jeep he was giving me a "look", that said "you've gotta be
kiddin' me!"  We got into the Jeep and drove up the gravel driveway towards
the road.
	"You're fuckin' unbelievable.  You just fucked me last night, and
you still have the balls to flirt with a girl."  He laughed.  I could tell
he wasn't pissed - he was more amused.  I shrugged my shoulders and
commented that no matter what, I still liked women.  Josh giggled.  "I was
hopin' I'd change your mind about that" he said with a sly smile.
	As we drove down the road, past the lower Twin Lake, and into the
Bridgeport valley, my cell went alive and buzzed and chirped.  The cabin
was in a dead cell area, so my phone was catching up with voice mails.  I
decided I'd check them in town.  There were only two stores at the time in
town that could possibly carry KY Jelly, so I tried the first one, which
was a small supermarket.  I suggested Josh stay in the Jeep - it might look
suggestive if an older guy and a teen boy were together buying KY Jelly.
He agreed, and I went in.  The store looked pretty dismal, and the only
place they had those kinds of supplies didn't have rubbers or KY.
Bandaids, Pepto Bismol, Tylenol, even Nyquil.  But no KY.  So I went back
out, and drove down to the only other store in town.  I didn't want to park
in the back or out front, so I parked a few yards away on a side-street in
the shade, near the county courthouse.  While there I checked the couple of
voice mails I had, both were from my wife.  So I called her, but she didn't
answer.  I left a voice mail.  I figured she was doing something for the
sales thing in St. Louis.  I also called home but got the answering
machine.  I forgot that Rachel was at the choral camp.  I finished my voice
mail, and excused myself and got out, walking the few yards to the store.
When I walked in it was obvious they had less than the supermarket.  I
walked to the "first aid" aisle and found a few things, but no KY Jelly.
So I walked out and back to the Jeep.  Josh asked if they had it and I told
him no.  He then said he'd be OK if we wanted to continue using the liquid
soap, but I could tell, by the tone of his voice, that he'd prefer the KY.
I suggested that it was such a beautiful day that maybe a nice drive was in
order, since fishing was a bust in the afternoons.  I further suggested
Mammoth, since I also was sure there'd be some kind of pharmacy there that
I could get the KY.  He agreed.  Josh also suggested we eat there.  So we
headed south on the 395, driving the nearly 30 minutes to Mammoth.  When we
drove into town we saw a McDonald's which Josh suggested for lunch, and
then he remembered there was a pizza parlor which might be better.  It was
already close to 1 PM by the time we got to Mammoth, and I was getting
hungry.  But when I suggested we stop to eat, Josh seemed anxious about
getting the KY.  We drove into down and saw a Savon at the main (and only)
stoplight, so I turned into there.  I again told him to wait as I walked
in.  Soon I found the KY, and picked up tube.  I was so tempted just to
slip it into my pocket, but thought better of that, and walked up to the
counter, and paid cash for it.  I didn't feel like I was being watched or
anything but I did exit as quickly and as normally as I could.  When I got
to the Jeep I tossed Josh the bag, and he looked in and just commented
"Good".  We drove back up the main drive a little to the pizza parlor,
where we ordered a large pizza and had some sodas.  As we sat at the table,
which was somewhat in the back and in a dark corner, I felt Josh tickling
and rubbing my leg with his toes, and, at one point, he put his foot up
into the leg of my shorts.  I squirmed a little, since his actions were
getting me hard, and I could see him smiling as he did this.  The pizza
came out, we had a good lunch, and left Mammoth around 2:30 or so.  It took
nearly 45 minutes to get up to the lake, and on the way up I was thinking
some nasty thoughts.  I started to think that I wanted to fuck him the
moment we got into the cabin, but earlier that day I had thoughts about
fucking him or at least sucking him off outdoors on the property somewhere.
My mind thought of all the places we could do it, but still be hidden from
the lake.  I began to think about view lines of where places were visible
from the lake, or where places might be visible from the cabins or homes on
the next door properties.  I was also hoping that our neighbors would still
be gone, since it was mid-afternoon.  Soon we were turning into the private
road.  The truck our neighbors drove was gone, so I was pretty sure they
were gone.  Josh and I got out of the Jeep, and I walked down to the
neighbor's cabin to knock on the door, to make sure they were out.  After a
couple of minutes of knocking with no answer, I stepped off their porch and
towards the cabin.  Josh was standing by the kitchen door.  He'd already
stripped off the tank top and was holding the bag with the KY, waiting for
me to unlock the door.  I did do that, and then asked Josh to get one of
the beach towels.  He gave me an odd look, but I asked him just to do it.
He went into the cabin while I walked over to the kitchen shed (they used
to cook all the meals in this shed when the property was owned by the local
judge).  I stood at the rear.  From there I could see that the neighbor
house's view was obstructed by trees.  I then walked over to the area
behind the vacant cabin.  From there I could see that it was in pretty
plain view of the house next door, but I knew they weren't there.  Also,
since that cabin was a bit farther back from the lake than the kitchen
house it'd be a bit more private.  By now Josh was out there wondering what
I was doing.  He had the towel, but not the bag with the KY.  I spoke to
him in a low voice to go get the lube, and remove it from the box.  He
looked at me oddly, but I think he got the idea.  I then went behind the
storage shed, which was closest to the back of the property and actually
well hidden.  Then I went to behind our cabin, which was concrete but there
was a bit of open lawn, but that was visible if someone was near the dock
on the property or on that part of the lake.  Josh came out and was holding
the towel in one hand, and the KY in the other.
	"So, where are we gonna do this?"  It was obvious he knew.  I
walked over to him, and squeezed his package, then took his hand and led
him to the storage shed doors.  That spot was hidden from the lake by our
cabin and the vacant cabin and the kitchen shed.  When we got there I
pushed him against the door and started to kiss him.  Something stirred
inside me, and I felt the same passion that I had the night before.  That
made something else stir, and in seconds I was very erect.  As we continued
to kiss, Josh started to pull my shirt off and then, after we broke the
kiss so he could pull my shirt over my head, he leaned back and started to
undo my belt, then my fly, and soon, my shorts were on the ground.  We
returned to our passionate kissing as I slipped my fingers in the waistband
of his board shorts and started to pull down.  He helped by undoing the
Velcro fly, and soon they were on the ground.  I grasped his fully erect
boy cock and began to stroke.  At the same time he slipped his fingers in
the waistband of my underwear and they too were soon on the ground.  We
kissed some more, pressing our naked bodies together.  We soon broke the
kiss, and Josh bent over to pick up the tube of KY.  He didn't say anything
as he handed it to me.  He then turned away from me, spread his legs and
placed his hands on the door.  He was at a nice angle.  I took my hard cock
and, spreading his left ass cheek a bit, I touched the tip of my dick to
his asshole.  He asked if I was going to stick it in without lube, but I
giggled and said no.  I then pressed my cock between his nice firm ass
cheeks and started to hump him.  In a few seconds he turned over his
shoulder and, in a quiet voice, begged me to fuck him.  I moved away from
him, and he handed me the tube of KY.  I opened it, and put some on my
cock.  He told me how to lube his hole, which I did.  After I felt both he
and I were well-lubed, I dropped the KY, and touched the tip of my dick to
his hole.  I pushed a bit, and my cock slipped in nicely, even easier than
it had with the liquid soap as the lube.  Josh made a nice groaning sound
and even said it didn't hurt as much as it had the night before.  I pushed
in a little more and Josh moaned again.  He leaned into the door, moving
his right arm so his head could rest on it.  I pushed in even more, moaning
myself as I did.  It was so much easier with the KY, and I was already in
him farther than I had been at any time the night before.  So, I pushed
more and felt myself move in all the way, his ass cheeks touching my lower
belly.  I grasped his hips and pulled back out, and then forcibly shoved
myself back in him.  My wife liked it when I did that, and it turned out,
so did Josh.  He let out a small yelp as my cock found his prostate.  I
reached around and started to massage his cock, and as I did his hole
squeezed my cock ever so slightly.  I then started a slow fucking motion,
moving in and out slowly, varying my speed, all to Josh's moans of
approval.  Soon I was in a rhythm, fucking him and shoving my cock deep
into his boy ass.  The excitement of how easy it was to fuck his ass,
coupled with the risk of doing it outside (although it wasn't THAT risky
where we were and no one around) made me hunger to fuck him as hard as I
could, and I did.  Soon I was pounding my cock into his ass, feeling my
lower belly slap against his firm ass cheeks.  By now, Josh had started to
jerk off, which tightened his hole around my cock, intensifying the
fucking.  I was feeling the need to shoot my load when Josh announced that
he was about to shoot his.  I stopped, and as he came, his asshole squeezed
and relaxed with each shot of his boy juice.  I continued to fuck him,
wanting to release my load in him, and it wasn't too long before I shot
what I could only assume was a nice load into his ass.  I slowed down,
pushing my cum into him, and he placed both his hands on the door bracing
himself.  I felt weak at the knees, and when I was done shooting, I pulled
out.  My cock shaft was raw red from the fucking, and I felt exhausted.
Josh straightened up and backed himself into me, and reached around and
pushed my hips into his ass.
	"Aw, that was so fuckin' awesome."  I kissed him on the shoulder.
I realized I needed to shower, and for that matter have a beer as well.
Josh picked up the unused beach towel and wrapped it around himself.  I put
on my boxer briefs and shorts, and then grabbed all the clothing.  We snuck
around the kitchen side of our cabin, making sure no one could see
anything.  We both moved quickly to the door, and after we were in, I
closed it and locked it.  Soon, the clothes and towel were on the floor,
and Josh and I were in a passionate embrace, making out.  I pushed him
against the kitchen counter, and he wrapped a leg around me.  As we kissed
he told me he wanted me to fuck him again.
	"Really?" I asked in total surprise.  "I just fucked you!"  Josh
nodded, and told me he wanted to do it again but facing me this time.  He
moved from the kitchen and I followed, looking at his fine smooth back and
ass.  Yeah, I wanted to fuck him again.  He pointed to the big overstuffed
chair and suggested that.  Then he pointed to the dining table, even
commenting that if he got on there I could stand and fuck him.  Josh even
went so far as to pull out one of the chairs and get on the table.  But
once he sat on the edge he realized it would not be sturdy enough.  He then
went into the bedroom and suggested that he could lay on the bed with his
butt over the edge and I could be on my knees.  All of this took only a few
seconds - he was so full of energy and eager to get fucked again.  He
finally settled on the overstuffed chair, and he sat down in it, and then
slid down so his ass was right on the edge of the cushion.  I undid my belt
and let my shorts drop, then I pulled down my underwear.  I had to go into
the kitchen to get the KY, and did so very quickly.  I also took that
moment to check the time and see if our neighbors had returned.  I felt
that, in order to make sure they were not suspicious it'd be good for Josh
and I to be lakeside fishing.  It was nearly 4 PM and I knew I wanted to
shower.  But to see this teen guy with his legs held back, his somewhat red
asshole in full view, waiting to be fucked again - I had to just do it.  I
took the KY, squeezed out a glob on my hand, which I rubbed on my dick.
Josh told me he was still pretty well lubed, so I got on my knees, and
moved towards him.  I pointed my cock head at his hole, which seemed to be
open a bit, almost a 1/4".  I pressed and my cock head slipped in rather
easily.  My cock shaft followed, and I pushed myself into him all the way,
hearing him moan in pleasure as my cock penetrated his asshole.  Soon, my
pelvis was pushed against his firm ass cheeks, and I felt the tip of my
cock against his anal wall.  Soon I started to move and fuck him, and it
wasn't too long before he moaned "FUCK ME! FUCK ME!".  I started to really
fuck him hard, my lower belly slapping against his ass cheeks.  By now I
was holding onto his hips as leverage, pulling him towards me as I thrust
forward.  I looked as his cock, fully erect, and reached down with my right
hand and started to stroke it.  It felt so hard and full in my hand as I
alternated between long full strokes, and quick ones too.  I was fucking
him fast now, slapping against him, hearing he beg me to fuck him, fuck him
hard.  Surprisingly, I felt his hole constrict around my cock shaft and saw
a small stream of white liquid squirt out of his cock, accompanied by loud
groans of pleasure.  That was soon followed by my own orgasm, which I felt
was good, even though I knew I had not shot much in him, if anything.  I
bent down towards him, keeping my cock in his ass, while he let his legs
drape down over my shoulders and pulled himself up to kiss me.  I stayed in
him until I felt I had limped down enough, then I pulled out.  I got up, my
knees hurting.  I helped him out of chair.  I knew we had to shower, but I
also wanted to get to the lake.  I picked up my clothes and the lube as
Josh hopped out of the chair and headed into the bathroom, keeping his legs
together.  Obviously he was needing to "drain."  I heard the shower start
up as I took things into the bedroom - the towel, his clothes and the KY.
I went into the bathroom and Josh was already in the shower.  I knew the
stall was small, but I wanted in, so I told him I was coming in there,
opened up the glass door and got in.  It was tight, but enough room for our
bodies to get wet all over.  Josh reached down and began to soap up and
rinse off my irritated cock shaft.  Then he asked if I'd help him clean
out, which I readily agreed to do.  He turned around, placed his hands on
the shower stall wall, leaned in and spread his legs.  I reached up and
penetrated his hole with my fingers, opening them and trying to splash
water up there.  I moved so the water could course down his back, and he
reached around and took over cleaning out his hole.  It didn't take too
long before we were done, and got out of the shower, quickly drying
ourselves off.  As much as I wanted to dry him off myself, I knew that'd
lead to more sex and I felt, for the sake of making sure it LOOKED like we
were not doing anything, I wanted to get out to the water and get a line
in.  We both went into the bedroom and put on our clothes that we'd worn
that day, even though my underwear were stained with my cum and KY.  I made
sure nothing was visible, just in case they came over, and peeked out the
blinds in the living room to see if they had returned.  My Jeep was all
that there was in the parking area, so we were safe.  I quickly opened up
all the blinds, and the front door, while Josh got our tackle and went out
the front door.  I grabbed a beer and soon joined him, literally getting my
line in the water when our neighbors drove down the dirt road to the cabin.
Josh and I looked like we'd been there all afternoon, which was perfect.
They waved to us as they walked back to their cabin, and I waved back.
Soon they joined us, bringing their glasses of wine over.  They asked how
are day had been.  I told them that we had gone to Mammoth and had lunch
down there at some pizza place, but hadn't been back all that long.  I
asked about their dinner at the Bridgeport Inn, and they said they had
changed plans and had a big late lunch at the Inn, so that's why they were
back early.  It was about 5 PM by now, and I figured I'd fix Josh and I
dinner around 6 PM.  I was hungry, though, so Josh went and got some chips
and salsa, and got another beer for me.  It was so odd for me to think that
in the span of just an hour I had fucked him twice, and in a few hours I'd
be fucking him again.  I wanted to do something different that night, but
didn't tell him that.
	Josh and I stayed out in front of the cabin until it got pretty
dark.  Josh actually volunteered to fix dinner, and I thanked him for that.
Of course, how tough was it to fix beef stew?  About 20 minutes later as
the last light from the sun touched the peaks that rimmed the lake, Josh
brought out the stew and we sat at the picnic table in front of the vacant
cabin, discussing things both sexual and non sexual.  It was pretty dark by
the time we finished, so I went back up, washed our dishes, cleaned up the
stove top (Josh has spilled a bit of stew when he was filling the bowls),
and grabbed another beer.  I didn't see Josh in the cabin, so I called for
him, but no answer.  I wondered if he was back down at the lake.  As I
rounded the corner of the vacant cabin he was sitting there.  He looked
cold so I offered to get his hoodie, which I did.  I sat next to him as he
slipped the hoodie over his head.  We sat there, looking at the lights
across the lake as well as glancing over at our neighbors who were getting
the fire pit ready for their nightly bonfire.  In a way I wanted to join
them, but I also wanted to see what Josh wanted to do.  He seemed quiet,
almost introspective.  I asked him if he was OK.  He shrugged his
shoulders, and just mumbled something.
	"Well," he started.  "I kinda, well....." He paused.  "I really
don't wanna fish anymore.  All I really wanna do the rest of the trip is
get fucked and suck your cock."  He didn't look at me as he said this.  I
knew that he was thinking more about the sex, now, than anything.
"And...." Josh took a deep breath.  "I figure this is the only chance we'll
have to fuck and suck and, well, have sex, ya know?"  I knew what he meant.
I knew that we were enjoying a wife and sister free week of doing whatever
we wanted to do.  I agreed with him, telling him it'd be tough to have this
kind of freedom with his sister around, or his mom there.  He nodded his
head, and reiterated that was why he wanted to fuck and suck as much as
possible.  I agreed again, but added that I did want to fish, and with
these neighbors we'd have to at least do some fishing to make it look
legit.  He just said "yeah", and nodded his head again.
	"So," he asked.  "What is it you wanna do that you said you
couldn't tell me?"  I recalled I told him earlier that day that there were
things I wanted to do with and to him.  And I did.  I turned and looked at
our neighbors who were lighting up the fire, figuring we'd get the invite
soon.  In a way, I hoped we wouldn't.  I looked towards the lake and leaned
into Josh.
	"Well," I spoke in a low voice.  "I REALLY wanna lick your body all
over, every bit of you, and," I took a deep breath.  "I wanna give you a
full body massage too, maybe before I lick you."  I felt my cock start to
grow.  "I just, well, just wanna worship your firm teen boy body."  I said
this quietly but firmly, feeling my cock grow in my underwear.  Josh was
quiet, but I felt him lean into me, and tell me he'd love that.  Then I got
another nasty idea.  "You know," I whispered now.  "It might be fun to come
out here tonight, like after midnight, and fuck out here by the side of the
lake." I really couldn't believe I'd just said that.  I knew it would be
cool, maybe in the low 60's or even upper 50's.  But the idea of this teen
boy naked in the grass by the lakeside, taking my cock up his ass was just
too sexy.  It was then that I realized I was fully boned.  I reached into
his lap, knowing that our neighbors could not see anything at all, and my
left hand grasped his fully erect boy meat.  I guess he liked what I was
suggesting as well.  My hand was still in his lap feeling up his boner when
I saw a flashlight pointed our way, thankfully it wasn't a bright light.
But our neighbors asked if we wanted to join them.  I asked Josh and he
said he wanted to watch a movie with me instead.  So I told him to go set
it up and I'd tell them we had other plans.  He hopped off the bench and
fumbled in the dark towards the front door of our cabin.  The kitchen light
was all that was on, but as Josh entered he switched on the light above the
front door, which drew all the little gnats that hung around at night.  I
walked over to our neighbors, and politely told them we wanted to watch a
movie, but I stayed around for a bit chatting, just to make it seem like I
wasn't TOO anxious to get in and have fun with Josh.  After about 10
minutes or so, I excused myself and headed to the front door of our cabin.
As I walked across the lawn my thoughts went to what Josh might be doing,
or where he might be.  Would he be in bed already, naked and waiting?  Or
just on the couch watching a movie?  I walked up the steps to the front
door and entered the living room.  The lights were on in there, and on the
couch was Josh's hoodie, and by the bedroom door his shorts.  I then heard
the sound of the razor start up and looked into the bathroom.  Josh was
naked, facing the sink and shaving his pubes again.  I stood watching, and
started to hunger again to fuck him.  I knew I would later that evening.
He stopped and put the razor away, and as I walked into the dark bedroom I
snapped my fingers.
	"What?" Josh asked, with a puzzled look on his face as he came into
the bedroom.  I told him I wished I had gotten a candle or two to light up
the bedroom since the light in there was such a strong overhead, and I just
wanted mood lighting.
	"You mean, 'romantic' lighting?" he asked, with a sly smile.  I
smiled back.  I explained that the bedroom light was too bright to keep on,
and that I didn't want to keep the other room lights on just so we could
see better.
	"Especially tonight," I finished.  "Since I want to, you know,
explore your body."  Josh smiled.  Josh then commented that he should
probably take a shower, and went back into the bathroom and started up the
water.  I really wished I had bought candles, and thought the next day I'd
go back to Bridgeport and buy at least a couple.  While Josh showered I
stripped down, and then went into the bathroom to watch him.  He was
reaching around behind him, obviously cleaning out his asshole.  He
commented that it was "just in case" I wanted to, you know.  But I didn't.
He asked me if I'd ever heard of rimming, and I hadn't.  Josh then
explained it to me in an almost embarrassing way, and it was then I
realized that I wouldn't want to rim him.  He shut off the water and I
handed him a towel as he came out.  I told him to wait and I reached for
his towel.  I started to dry him off as I had previously, taking my time
working his smooth, toned, naked and wet body.  For me, this was the
beginning of the exploration.  When I got to his ass I got down on my knees
and told him to spread his legs wide, which he did willingly.  I ran the
towel between his legs slowly, wiping his hole a few times to "finish" off
his cleaning.  The idea of licking it actually sounded good, and I moved my
face to between his legs and took a quick lick of his hole.  It still
tasted a bit like what shit must taste like, but it made him jump when I
did it.  I then finished off his legs, then came to his front and dried
down his chest, belly cock and balls, smooth as ever.  I finished drying
his fully erect teen boy cock and he leaned down and kissed me on the lips.
I stood up, dropped the towel and pulled him into me, our hard cocks
positioned uncomfortably, so much so that I cringed as our bodies pressed
together.  Josh reached down and took our cocks and moved them so they were
upright and pressing together.  He then placed his hands on my hips and
pulled me into him more.  We kissed gently for several moments and then
separated.  I licked my lips, wanting to start licking him then and there
in the bathroom.  But I wanted to do the full body massage as part of this
exploration - this worship of his teen boy body.  All the sexual feelings
that I had kept hidden since I was a teen were coming out fully now.  I
felt I was finally living what I had never lived before: the sexual
exploration of a teen boy.  As I stood there in the bathroom with Josh's
naked body pressed against mine, I softly expressed that I wish we had
started this back when he had first started to show himself to me, back
when he was 12.  He asked me why, and I shared my thoughts with him:
thoughts of wishing I'd done this kind of stuff when I was a teen boy
myself.  I separated myself from him and took his hand, and led him into
the dark bedroom, turning off the bathroom light as we exited.  I gently
guided him to the bed and then laid next to him.  As I started to caress
his body I told him of my infatuation with our 13 year old paperboy when I
was 15.  I told him of my first steps into sexual urges for guys when I was
11 and a buddy asked me to stay overnight specifically so we could get
naked and play with each other's dicks.  I told him of the other boy that I
had gotten naked with just before I turned 13, and what we did, mild as it
was.  I mentioned the other friend who, from the time he and I were 11 or
12 until we were 15, tried and tried and tried to get me to play with him.
I told Josh about that buddy visiting me in San Clemente and on the last
night how he did really horny things to get me all roused up.  I shared
about my fantasy surfer guy that I made up in my head that I'd jerk off
fantasizing about.  As I shared all these deep personal stories with Josh I
gently caressed his body all over - his arms, shoulders, hips, thighs,
belly, chest, cock, balls - all over.  This was not a massage but a gentle
and affectionate caressing of his perfect boy body.  After I finished there
was a pause and complete silence as I continued to caress him.  He leaned
into me and kissed me on the cheek, and thanked me for sharing.  He told me
that all these stories had totally turned him on, knowing that I had always
been into teen guys.  He agreed that he wished we'd started when he was
younger, so he could've been more of the young teen guy that I obviously
liked.
	"I'm not too old for you now, am I?" he asked shyly.
	"No," I replied, touching his bare hip.  "You're perfect.  You're
everything I've ever wanted in a teen guy.  Yeah," I shrugged my shoulders.
"It WOULD have been nice to start when you were like, maybe, you know, 14.
Around the time your mom and I married.  But," and I broke off.  "I
couldn't have asked for a better," and I stopped, trying to think of what
to say.  I wanted to say "boy lover", but I thought I'd sound too pervy
saying "boy", even though that was what I wanted to say.  I was just about
to say it anyway when Josh interjected.
	"Teen boy lover?" he asked, looking at me in the eyes.  I nodded
and whispered yes.  "Why do you think I trim and shave for you?" he
commented.  "It's so I can look as young as I can, you know, be that teen
boy that you like."  He took my hand that had been caressing him, and laced
his fingers between mine.  "I've pretty much known you were into teen boys,
well, even young boys, ever since I was 12, and I'd walk around in my
underwear and saw that you were, well, checking me out."  He kissed me on
the cheek again.  "And when I started to get pubes at 13, I started to
shave so I'd always look young for you, you know, just in case we ever...."
and he stopped.  It was obvious, now, that Josh had been trying to make
something happen between us since before his mom or I had married.  I lay
back on the bed, and Josh moved to cuddle in with me.  I began to run
scenes in my head that had happened over the last couple of years since I
married his mom and moved in with them: the frequent shows of him in just
his boxer/briefs; the occasional showers with the bathroom door open so I
could see him naked, or his bedroom door open as he'd dress or change,
sometimes naked in there too.  I thought of the way he wore his board
shorts and soccer shorts at home - low riding on his hips to expose his
flat belly and sometimes his ass-crack.  It was all making sense: he'd been
after me for a couple of years now.  I pulled him close to me and kissed
him, feeling the warmth of his mouth and tasting him.  I liked it.  As we
made out I began to rub his back, and when we stopped I told him to lay
flat on the bed, belly down.  I got off the bed so he could reposition
himself.  Once he was settled I got back on and straddled his legs.  I went
to work, first massaging his neck, then his shoulders.  I moved down his
left arm all the way to his hand and gave him a hand massage.  Then I
crossed over and repeated that on his right arm.  Then I returned to his
shoulders, working down his upper back, his lower back, his waist, his
hips, then his ass cheeks.  I then started on his left leg, massaging his
thigh, then his calf muscle, all the way to his foot.  I then repeated it
on his right leg.  All the while he was sounding out with soft moans or
"that feels good" statements.  Then I told him to turn over, and he did.  I
then straddled him again as I massaged his shoulders, each arm, his pecs,
his upper belly, his lower belly, his waist and hips.  Then I moved to his
legs (I intentionally avoided his fully erect cock because I saw precum and
figured he'd shoot quickly), working them from the thigh down to his feet.
When I was done I was fully erect and painfully hard, and dripping precum.
Some of it had gotten on Josh in spots.  I told him to roll back over on
his belly as I went to get a beer.  My mouth was very dry.  I returned to
the bedroom, seeing him on his belly again, and got on the bed, positioning
myself so my aching cock touched his leg.  I bent down and started to lick
his neck, which made him giggle.  Then I licked his shoulders, his left and
then his right arm.  I licked the broad part of his back, down to his ass
cheek, and taking his cheeks in each hand, separated them so I could lick
his ass-crack.  He was moaning louder now.  I licked his crack down to his
hole and stopped.  No, still didn't like the idea of licking his asshole.
I then started to lick his left thigh, down to the backside of his knee
which made him giggle again. I went to his ankle and stopped.  Licking his
feet seemed to much like a fetish to me.  I repeated my licking on his
other leg and told him to flip over.  I moved back over him, and licked his
neck again, his shoulders and moved down his arms, his right arm first then
his left arm.  I returned to his chest and sucked on his right nipple.
This drew a loud expression of pleasure as I sucked it and so I started to
play with the other.  Josh started to squirm.  I moved down his chest to
his belly-button (he was an outie), and stuck my tongue on his outie, which
made his squirm more.  I then avoided his cock again, which I could tell
was fully and painfully hard and ready to explode, and in a single motion
ran my tongue down his leg to his knee and then his ankle.  I then moved to
the other leg and did the same thing.  Just then Josh put his hand on the
back of my head, possibly in expectation of what was next.  I didn't want
to disappoint him.  I moved slowly up his thigh and picked up his rock-hard
boy cock, holding it straight up in the air.  I licked the flat,
freshly-shaved belly, cleaning off quite a bit of precum that Josh had
leaked.  I then licked his cock shaft with the very tip of my tongue, which
further made him squirm in ecstasy.  Then I took my free hand and moved his
legs, and placed my face at his balls, licking them.  I wanted to get to
the sensitive spot that I liked being licked, the spot betwen his balls and
hole.  I moved down there, still smelling and soon tasting teen boy musk,
and felt Josh squirm even more as my tongue lined the space, and found the
boy taste under his balls.  Josh was full on moaning in ultimate sexual
pleasure now.  I moved back up his cock shaft, finding the upside-down "V"
where his cock head joined the shaft, and touched it with my tongue.  Josh
rocked his hips, and said "FUCK!" several times in succession as I
continued to tease that "V" on his cock.  I reached for my beer and took a
long swig, and then voraciously took his cock in my mouth.  He let out a
loud "FUCCCCCCCCK!" as I took him in my mouth, and I could feel his hand
push me down at the same time.  I didn't have to bob up and down on his
cock, he started to face-fuck me.  He was groaning, shouting almost, and
within seconds I felt the pause and then the pulse as he shot several
streams of hot boy juice into my mouth.  I swallowed every last drop and
stayed on his cock until he'd finished pulsating.  Then I pulled off of him
and started to milk him, getting every last bit of his cum out, which I'd
lick of the piss slit with my tongue and eagerly swallow.  When I was done,
I moved towards him and we began to kiss passionately.
	"GOD!" he whispered.  "That was THE MOST intense sexual experience
I've had, and I've had lots of guys give me head!"  I felt honored.  He
kissed me again and I felt the sudden urge just to lay down on top of him
and go to sleep.  I was tired.  "John, fuck me now.  No lube.  I want you
to tear up my hole!  I'm dying.  FUCK me NOW!"  I wanted to.  My cock too
was aching from the need to cum and I felt it would be a good load.  But I
wanted to try something else.
	"Well, let's do this," I began, in a calm voice.  "About midnight,
maybe 1 AM, let's go outside and fuck by the lake."  Josh raised his
eyebrows.  He commented that I was getting risky.  I knew it, but felt by
that time of night everyone would be asleep.  Josh agreed.  I suggest that
in the meantime we just cuddle.  Josh liked that idea too, and we both
crawled into bed.  As we cuddled I felt him reach and touch my hard cock.
I SO wanted him to suck it or even jerk me off, but I wanted to save it for
his ass later.  I told him that and he stopped, pushing his naked body into
mine. I was asleep in moments.
	I don't know what time it was when Josh jiggled me awake, but it
took a while to get me there.  He said that it'd been at least a couple of
hours since I'd fallen asleep.  I got out of bed, went to the dresser and
pressed the side of my watch to check the time - almost 1 AM.  We got up,
and I grabbed the big beach towel, and then as we just about walked out the
front door, I grabbed the blanket off the couch.  I knew it'd be cool out
there.  I switched off the living room lights, and asked Josh to turn off
the bathroom light.  When he did that the cabin was dark except for the
nightlight on in the living room.  Holding the blanket and towel in my arm,
Josh quietly opened the door and the screen door, and he cautiously stepped
down the steps in the dark.  I could barely see his outline in the near
blackness.  I waited for my eyes to adjust better, and slipped out the
door, shutting it and the screen door behind me.  I heard a "shit!" from
Josh, followed by him saying he stubbed his toe.  Both of us slowly and
carefully walked towards the lake.  I had a good idea how the layout was: I
was good at visualizing things in the dark.  I put my hand on Josh's
shoulder and suggested he follow me.  I stepped around him and he fumbled
for my hand as I passed.  Slowly, holding his hand, we stepped down towards
the lake.  As we got closer I could see lights from the other side of the
lake reflected on the water.  I reached out, figuring I was near the picnic
table.  After a step or two I found it, so I guided Josh along, whispering
to him where we were.  He suggested we go further to an open area with a
lot of grass.  I figured it was about 20 more feet, so he and I gingerly
walked over there.  It was cool, maybe around 60, but I knew once we got
under the blanket and started to fuck we'd warm up fast.  Finally I figured
we were where we wanted to be.  I laid out the towel the best I could in
the dark.  I fumbled and helped Josh to get down on the towel.  He
whispered if I'd brought the lube, which I told him I hadn't.  He said that
he'd be OK if we didn't have it, and he even said he did want me to open
him up more.  I said I'd feel better, literally, if I had the lube.  So, I
got up and fumbled back to the cabin as quickly - actually, as slowly - as
I could.  I went into the cabin, found the lube in Josh's bag, and slowly
returned to Josh, who was standing next to the towel (at least, in the dark
I thought he was).  I whispered out for him, and felt his hand touch my
hip.  For some reason that touch made my cock jump a bit.  In the darkness
I could feel Josh guide me to the the towel, and I could feel him getting
on the ground in what I assumed would be on his hands and knees.  I got
down too, feeling around for him, and soon put my knee on his foot, which
elicited a quiet yelp from him.  But I had found him.  I took the lube and
opened up the tube, squirting some on my hand, which I applied to my fully
erect cock.  I then found Josh's hole and applied more there.  I reached
down in the dark, found the cap and put it on the tube.  Reaching out I
found his ass, I moved forward a bit and touched the tip of my cock to his
hole, and gently pushed.  The lube worked well, and I felt my cock head
slip into his hole easily, followed quickly by my shaft.  I started to
thrust, feeling my cock move easily into Josh's ass.  I started to fuck
him, and soon worked into a rhythm where my pelvic area slapped his ass
cheeks.  As much as I wanted to yell out "FUCK, YEAH!" I knew that at 1 AM
it wouldn't be right.  I heard Josh grunt a bit each time I thrust my cock
into him, and I felt myself wanting to just fuck him as hard as I could.  I
was pushing him, fucking him hard, I really wanted to make him hurt this
time, and the slapping of my body against his ass started to get a little
noisy, so eased up a bit.  All the drive, all the urges, all the passion,
all the lust, all the desire - all the hunger I felt for this gorgeous boy
that had been building all evening, ever since I started to massage his
naked body, was pushing me to really fuck him hard.  I could hear him grunt
very quietly, trying to suppress screams of both pain and delight.  I felt
my cock penetrate deep into his ass, knowing that I was hitting his
prostate almost every time.  It began to get painful a bit for me, due to
fucking him so hard and so vigorously.  I really felt like I was raping
him.  But I knew that he liked it.  He'd let slip a quiet "fuck" every once
in a while, and sometimes a very quiet "oh, yeah!" at my thrusts.  It
wasn't too long before I felt the most glorious climax.  I grasped his hips
tightly as I felt myself shoot in his ass - probably not much, but it was
the climax itself that was so good.  It was so intense that I bent over,
resting my chest against his back as I felt my cock pulse repeatedly in his
hole.  We both started to breathe and pant heavily, and I reached my arms
around his chest in a tender embrace.  We both let out soft moans as I felt
my dick limp up in his hole.  Soon, I pulled out, and he allowed himself to
get off his knees and lay down on the large beach towel, moving so he was
on his back.  I laid down next to him, pulling the blanket we brought out
over us.  I just cuddled into him, kissed him on the cheek, and he said he
was exhausted, and I said I was too.  I looked at the lights across the
lake, and then up at the millions of stars overhead.  I was tired, and very
content, and closed my eyes.  I was soon asleep.  And I dreamed.  I started
to have a dream about being with my wife, my daughter, and Josh.  I dreamed
we were all naked.  Then the dream changed to where we were all naked in
the bigger cabin, and soon I was watching my wife go down on her daughter,
and then I started to fuck my wife from behind while Josh stood over me
(somehow) with his cock dangling in my mouth.  And then as dreams can
change, soon it was my OWN cock in my mouth that I was sucking on, and I
watched as Josh fucked his sister from behind, while his sister was eating
out my wife's pussy.  Every thrust Josh made into his sister's virgin pussy
was accompanied by a loud "BANG!", like something was being hit hard, like
a hammer on metal.  BANG! BANG! BANG!  It kept going, and then, it seemed,
I woke up.  The banging was still going, the stars were overhead, and I
realized we were still by the lake.  The banging was loud and coming from
the area behind our cabin and the old storage shed.  It was then I woke up
fully and realized a bear was trying to get into the dumpster!  Thankfully,
it was secured.  But I knew I didn't want us to be out here.  I woke up
Josh, which wasn't easy.  When I whispered "bear" he shot up, and asked
where the bear was.  Once I told him he said we had to "get the fuck outta
here!".  He got up, and I did too.  He had the blanket, and I picked up the
beach towel.  I heard the tube of lube drop, but I didn't want to look for
it.  We both scurried back as quickly and as quietly as we could to the
front door of the cabin, which was unlocked.  We walked up and quietly
closed the big screen door - which was a security door, and then the front
door, and dead bolted it.  Josh had already gone and made sure the kitchen
door was locked, and I told him to close the kitchen windows in case the
bear smelled our food or trash.  He did so quietly.  I stood in the
night-light lit living room, waiting to see if we'd hear the bear at all.
Josh came over to me and stood next to me, putting his arm around me.  I
dropped the towel and put my arm around him, resting my hand on his hip.
We both wondered if the bear would come down and stood in the living room
for several minutes, until we heard some banging noise a ways off, down by
the dam.  We knew the bear had moved on.  So, we both took deep breaths,
and Josh guided me to the bedroom where we crawled into bed.  He kissed me
and then cuddled with me.  It took me several minutes to calm down, and I
finally fell asleep with Josh's head on my shoulder and his left arm around
my waist.  I could feel his nice boy cock, limp, but still nice, pressed
into my left hip.  I was happy and content, and then I thought of the dream
I had just as I had been awakened by the bear.  Sex with all of them.
Incest with his mom and sis, and mom and sis incest.  I drifted off to
sleep thinking about that dream, wondering if I could make it a reality.