Date: Sat, 24 May 2014 06:53:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: emmett1120@yahoo.com
Subject: "Fishing With Josh", part 5 of 8

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Fishing trip with Josh - WEDNESDAY

       I really had no clue what time it was I woke up, but I could tell it
was later than usual.  I was tired, almost sleep-deprived.  I felt myself
drift off a bit, and then returned to being awake.  I started to think of
the dream again - the one with the whole family fucking each other.  I
reached down to my cock, and touched it.  It was limp, but I could also
tell it was tender, and it had dried KY jelly residue on it.  I had really
fucked Josh hard the night before, and without looking, I could guess that
my cock was very, very red and irritated.  I opened my eyes, and turned to
look at Josh.  He was fast asleep, and facing the wall in a total curled up
position.  I turned my head back, and drifted off for a bit, but finally
woke up and crawled out of bed.  I went into the bathroom, shut the door
and took a long pee into the toilet.  I could see that my cock shaft was
indeed very red and irritated, and made my mind up that I probably would
not fuck him during the day.  I also figured his ass was probably irritated
as well.  I decided to shower, so I turned on the shower, and after it
warmed up I stepped in.  I looked at my reddened cock-shaft.  Yeah, no
fucking today.  Maybe even no sucking today.  But that doesn't mean I can't
suck him, or maybe even..... My mind drifted.  In the dream I had last
night I dreamed I was sucking myself - which I dreamed of often.  I
remembered a couple of days back when I fucked Josh on the big chair in the
living room he was limber enough to get his knees by his shoulders.  Maybe
he could suck himself!  That thought was a good one!  Maybe he'd do it for
me.  As I showered I thought of how I would ask him to do it, and when.  I
really wished that we were so totally alone here, with no neighbors, so we
could just do whatever we wanted in the cabin.  I felt that we had do go
out, had to be outside the cabin, fish, and other stuff, so we wouldn't
raise any suspicions.  But all I wanted to do was be naked with this teen
boy, have him naked, and fuck him and suck him and have him suck me
constantly.  I thought I'd take today, pretty much past the halfway point
of the trip, and go to town.  I really wanted to get either honey or
chocolate syrup - or both - to pour on him and lick off.  And I wanted to
get some kind of candle for the bedroom.  I finished up my shower, got out
and dried off, carefully drying off my limp dick.  I opened the bathroom
door quietly - I didn't want to wake up Josh.  As I walked into the bedroom
to get dressed I picked up my watch - almost 9 AM.  Then I looked at the
bed.  Josh was no longer facing the wall all curled up.  He was now laying
on his back, and I could tell by the way the bedding was, he was laying
with this legs spread out.  I walked over to the bed, and reached down to a
bulge that was quite prominent in the bedding.  Yes, it was his morning
wood.  And he was pretty hard too.  I squeezed it a bit and I could feel it
surge under the bedding.  I thought to myself that I FINALLY had the chance
to feel up Josh's morning wood.  The way he had his legs spread out
prevented me from slipping back in bed with him, so I sat on the edge,
pulling up the blankets so I could slip my hand in there.  I was able to
reach over and touch his cock, which was pretty stiff.  I knew, from the
few times I'd sucked him and played with him in the last few days, that he
could get harder.  I started to squeeze it again, and could feel it growing
slightly stiffer as I did.  Then I started to stroke him, slowly, but
firmly.  He seemed to respond by shifting his legs straight out, so I took
that opportunity and crawled into bed next to him.  I had to switch to my
right hand now, which was at a better angle.  I started to fully stroke
him, and I could feel it get fully hard as I did.  But I wanted more.  My
mouth suddenly started to water, obviously hungry for his boy meat.  So, I
slipped out of the bed and positioned myself under the bedding so I could
take his boy cock in my mouth.  It was easy.  Soon I was sucking him,
feeling the bedding on the back of my head.  He moaned softly, and I moved
down his cock, taking it into my mouth deeper than I ever had before.  I
was almost down to his smooth balls.  I could feel it in there, and almost
had to gag.  So I pulled off, and then just sucked his cock head, and took
only half of his cock in my mouth.  Soon, I started to fully orally fuck
him, and it wasn't too long before he moaned loudly and said something
inaudible, and I felt his boy juice squirt several times into my waiting
mouth.  I stayed on his cock as he limped down, finally pulling off him
when he was about half-hard.  I swallowed his load, tasting the sweet
saltiness as I licked my lips.  I was fully hard now, and wished I could
wake him up to suck it.  So, I tried something.  I got on the bed, and
moved towards him, my fully hard cock pointing out like a lightning rod.  I
moved slowly so I could position the tip of my cock on his lips.  His face
was up, so I rested my cock on his lips.  At this he turned away, but
towards me, so I just repositioned myself so my cock touched his lips
again.  I so wished he'd do something, but I knew he was still fast asleep.
He swallowed, and as he did his mouth opened slightly.  I took the tip of
my cock and pressed it into his open lips, which seemed to enclose around
the very tip quite nicely.  I felt his tongue touch my piss slit, and then
I felt him start to suck on it, just as if he was a baby sucking on a
nipple.  The sensation was fantastic, and I squirmed a bit, which made my
cock tip fall from his mouth.  I repositioned it back to his mouth, and he
sucked in my cock head a bit, like maybe 1/4" of it, and then started to
suckle it again.  I held myself in place, not wanting my cock to slip out
again.  I braced myself against the wall above the bed as he suckled my
cock tip, and then I could feel the climax coming.  I took a hold of my
cock so it'd stay in the same position, and then I felt the surging as I
shot what was most likely a very small load into his mouth.  He must've
been under the suckling instinct, because he sucked my cum out of my cock
like he would have his mom's nipple.  I pulled away just as he swallowed,
and slowly climbed off the bed.  I returned to the bathroom and used my
damp towel to take off what little cum was left, then I went back into the
bedroom to dress.  I pulled on fresh underwear, shorts and a shirt, and
went to the kitchen, where I made coffee and got a bowl of cereal.  I went
back to the bedroom and saw that Josh had turned again, facing the wall.
As I stood there I heard a knock on the kitchen door.  I went and saw that
it was one of our neighbors.  Thankfully I was dressed.  I opened the door
and greeted him, coffee in my hand.  He wanted to tell me they were going
out again that day to fish along the Walker River and if we'd like to join
them we could.  He also did comment about how we hadn't been getting up
early the last couple of days to fish.  I told him a half-truth, that Josh
and I had been watching movies until the wee hours of the morning, which
made it tough to wake up early, and he bought it.  He repeated his
invitation, and I made up a lie that Josh and I wanted to fish here, or go
down to Virginia Lakes or something.  He looked a bit disappointed, but
wished us a good day, turned, and walked back to the big cabin.  I looked
at the clock as I closed the door - about 9:40 AM.  It was then I noticed
Josh standing in the door frame to the living room, in a pair of barely-on
board shorts, yawning, and running his hands through his tousled hair.
	"Fuhhck, they are nosy, aren't they." he said with a big yawn.
"What did that old dude want this time."  I told him about the invitation
to join them, and mentioned the inquiry as to why we weren't up as early
fishing as we had been.  "What did you tell him?" Josh asked, with a bit of
concern.
	"I told him we fuck until 2 or 3 AM, so it's tough to wake up from
exhausting sex."  Josh opened his eyes big.  "Just shittin', ya!" I
laughed, and he responded "fuck you.  Or, fuck me!"  He smiled at that last
statement.
	"I dunno," I started.  "My dick is raw and red from the fucking
yesterday."  Josh nodded his head and said his hole was a bit tender,
probably red too.  "Well," I started.  "I have some idea of other things we
can, well, uh, do, that could be fun.  Especially while our neighbors are
away."  I pointed to the cabin across the lawn.
	"What did you have in mind?" Josh asked, stepping towards me a bit.
I looked down at the board shorts that were barely hanging on his hips.
They could've slipped down easily if he just undid one strip of Velcro.
	"Well, I need to go back into Bridgeport and get a few things."
	"What things?" he asked, leaning against the kitchen counter.  I
looked down his chest to his flat belly and the nearly 1/4" gap between the
fabric of the waistband of his board shorts and his skin.  I had to
literally shake myself back into thought.
	"Oh, well, a candle for the bedroom so we can, you know, uh, see.
And then I want to get a couple of other things, too."
	"Like what?" he asked with a curious tone.
	"Well, just wait and see." I smiled, and walked past him into the
bedroom to finish dressing.
       "Well, while you're gone," he started, "I'm gonna get this place
lookin' really nice, make the bed and shit, and then if our neighbors...."
he motioned his head to the cabin across the lawn "....ever leave I'm gonna
put on a pair of shorts that you're gonna LOVE!"
	I stopped in my tracks.  "Which shorts?" I asked.  "Another pair of
board shorts, or soccer shorts?"
	Josh shook his head.  "You've never seen 'em," he said.  "But
you'll love 'em.  So, if they're gone, they'll be on."  I chuckled,
finished dressing, and walked past him still standing in the kitchen, where
I groped his ass and gave him a kiss on the cheek.  I told him that it
wouldn't take long, so I'd be back in like 30-45 minutes.
	I got in the Jeep, headed up the dirt driveway to the road towards
Bridgeport.  My phone chirped with voicemails when I got near town, so when
I pulled into the parking lot of the supermarket I checked them.  One was
from my wife, and the other from my brother, asking how the fishing was.  I
knew my wife was not available, but I called her office phone anyway and
left a message.  Then I called my brother and gave him a somewhat
exaggerated report.  After that call I called my parents just to see how
things were.  I also called home, but got the machine, so I left a message
for my wife and daughter.  I got out and headed into the store.  I easily
found what I wanted: a squeezable bottle of honey and a squeezable bottle
of chocolate syrup.  I knew now that licking Josh was going to become
sweeter.  I looked for candles but they only had tapers, and I wanted the
kind that were self-contained in a jar.  I got back into the Jeep and drove
to the other store.  I went into there, and had just as much bad luck with
a candle.  But I knew that Ken's Sporting Goods had a gift shop next to it,
so I went in there, and found a simple vanilla candle in a jar.  I got
that, walked back to the Jeep and headed back to the cabin.  It was a
beautiful day in the valley, with no clouds over the mountains.  I rolled
down the windows and put in a Crosby, Stills and Nash CD.  As I drove by
the access to Buckeye Creek I pulled over and did a quick scouting trip.  I
found a spot I thought would be nice for fishing and headed back up to the
lake.  As I drove down the dirt and gravel driveway I could see our
neighbors were still there, but they were getting ready to go.  As I got
out they re-invited us to join them, but I told them we wanted to get some
fishign done here, and maybe on the creek.  One of our neighbors commented
that Josh had already started and he pointed down to the lakeside in front
of our cabin, where I could see Josh casting a lure, sill in the low-riding
barely-on board shorts.  I excused myself from our neighbors and headed
down to Josh, who had such an easy, effortless cast.  He turned when he
heard me, retrieving his lure.
	"Any luck?" I asked him.  He pointed to the stringer, and I walked
over to it, seeing a couple of nice trout on the line.
	"That's just been since you left.  I thought I'd come out here" and
he quieted down a bit, "to 'build' the fishing trip image with them" and he
nodded his head in our neighbor's direction, "getting ready to go.  Didn't
think I'd actually catch anything" he giggled.  He had a method to lure
casting from the lakeside here, and it was one I adopted as well.  You
start at a spot, toss straight out and retrieve, then move about 3' feet
along the lakeside, and repeat the action, moving until you get to a
stopping point.  Then switch out lures and do it all again.  It had worked
for me and it was working for him.  He looked at the bags I had in my hand.
"What's in the bags?" he inquired.  I held up the bag with the candle and
told him I'd gotten one for the bedroom, and he smiled.  I hid the other
bag with the honey and chocolate syrup behind my back.
	"That bag, well, those contents are for later" I smiled, and bit my
lower lip.  He just smiled back and tossed out his lure.  I walked to the
cabin, and when I got in, was surprised.  The living room was nicely
arranged and inviting.  The bed was made, and the towels in the bathroom
picked up.  I put the candle on the little table at the foot of the bed and
walked into the kitchen, noticing all dishes were washed and in the drying
rack.  He had done what he said he'd do, except for the shorts.  I was
very, VERY curious to see those.  While I was in the kitchen I put the
honey and chocolate syrup away in the cupboard, figuring that if he went
looking for something and if he found it here, he'd see them with the rest
of the cooking stuff and not think anything.  I went back out to Josh,
looking at his back which I had massaged and licked the night before, and
his board shorts, resting so low that his ass crack and cheeks were
showing.  I looked over at our neighbors who seemed to be taking their time
leaving.  I went back up to the cabin and grabbed my tackle box and the rod
that was set up for a lure, and returned to the lakeside to join Josh.  I
asked him which lure he was using and found a similar one.  I figured that
working differently might get more fish.  Josh was almost to the end of his
"run", so I started at the "beginning".  After a few tosses I heard the
sound of car doors closing and an engine starting up.  I kept tossing the
lure - I didn't want to make it obvious.  Josh now was done with the run
and had returned to his tackle box to switch out lures.  As he did he kept
looking up at our neighbors, making sure they were actually leaving.  He
went back to start up his run, and I could tell he was more intent on
listening to our neighbors leave than he was to his fishing.
	I interrupted his thought.  "I was thinking of us going down to
Buckeye Creek and walking it a bit."  He turned to me mid-toss and said
"What?"  "You know, Buckeye Creek, down by Doc 'n' Al's?  Remember?  We
sometimes have luck there on the creek."  Josh nodded.
	"But I can't wear the special shorts that I want to wear down
there, trust me!"  He giggled at that last part of his sentence.  Now I was
curious.
	I stammered "Or, we could....just....stay here...and....fish?" I
suggested.  Josh said that's what he was thinking.  I actually DID want to
go down to the creek.  We had good luck there on small lures dangling them
in the pools, and I had found one spot last year that was a gold mine of
trout.  But I didn't know how long the neighbors would be gone, and I was
dying to see these shorts of Josh's.  I finished my run and returned to my
tackle box to put a new lure on.  As I went back to the lakeside, Josh was
finishing up his run.  When he was done he walked back to the table and
leaned his rod on the end, then walked back to our cabin.  Our neighbors
had been gone about 5 minutes, so I knew he was going to change into those
special shorts.  I tossed out the lure and retrieved it, looking over my
shoulder towards our cabin as I did.  I felt a tug, then a pull and started
to reel in a nice trout.  I was so occupied doing that, that I didn't
notice Josh come out and then stand next to me.  He grabbed the net and I
saw the shorts.  They were old running shorts from his freshman year at
Trabuco Hills high school, a dark navy blue.  But more than that, they were
not that baggy on him as they had been when he wore them back then, since
he'd grown in the last 18 months.  But there was something else about them
as he bent over to net my fish.  I noticed that the side of the shorts had
been slit all the way up to the waistband, so the fabric was loose.  I
watched as he bent to get the fish, and then stood up and faced me, net in
hand.  I wanted to stare at him, but knew I had to get the trout off the
line and on the stringer.  But his toned smooth chest, flat belly, and
these shorts ridden low on his hips were a BIG distraction!  I fumbled
taking the hook out, and managed to get the trout on the stringer, my hands
shaking with nervousness at seeing this new pair of shorts.  As I was
putting the trout on the stringer, Josh leaned my rod against the table,
next to his.  He placed the net on the table as well, and I finally had a
chance to look at him.  Yes, these were his old running shorts, navy blue
with a "THHS" silk-screened on, but fading.  And not only was the right
side slit up to the waistband, but the left side as well.  I smiled and
nodded as I took this new look in, and I told him I liked them, a lot.
	"I haven't worn these in a while," he started, speaking softly.  "I
used to wear them around my friends, the guys I played with, to, you know,
get them horned up."  I looked at the slits in the side.  The shorts
weren't tight, but they weren't that baggy either.  I could tell that if he
had a boner, it'd basically poke out, since the front of the shorts was
held together only by the crotch fabric.  Now I knew why he couldn't wear
these on the creek: anybody seeing these would know these were for sexual
purposes.  "And," Josh said in a very slow and seductive voice.  "These
allow for easy access."  As he finished his sentence he slipped both hands
into the front part of his shorts from each side, and I could see the
outline of his hands against the fabric as he obviously rubbed his dick a
bit.  He pulled his hands from the front and then moved them to his ass
cheeks.  Yes, I knew I'd love him in these shorts.  I'd always had a thing
for "barely there" clothing, or things that you could wear that allowed for
easy access, like shorts I had when I was his age.  I started to tell him
about my old jr. high gym shorts that became skin tight and I'd wear them
without underwear, and you could see the outline of my dick when I did
that.  Then I told him about my high school gym shorts that were like his
running shorts, but very baggy, and I'd wear those without underwear and
slip my hand up the leg openings to play with myself.  I could see that
because the shorts had the slit, basically making the front and back just
flaps, that his cock really had no support.  In touching himself and me
telling him about my shorts, his cock had hardened a bit and was sticking
out of the shorts, with the fabric loosely covering it.  I took a deep
breath, and walked close to him, somewhat to his side.  I looked around,
scanning the lakeside near us, across from us, and out on the water.  I
then slipped my left hand into that loose fabric and took a hold of his
semi-stiff cock.  With a few strokes he was fully hard.  I released him and
pulled my hand out to see that his fully erect cock was sticking out in
plain view and that the fabric totally allowed his.  I looked around again,
to make sure we were not easily seen.  I then slipped my right hand inside
the loose fabric covering his perfect ass, and squeezed the cheek, then
moved down to his crack, and found his hole, which I lightly touched with
my finger.  He moaned softly.
	"I LOVE you in these shorts," I whispered to him, leaning close to
his ear to do so.  "But I want you out of them and naked."  Then I had a
better idea.  I scanned all around again.  There was no one on the lake
near us, no one on the opposite shore, no one in our area.  I sat down on
the picnic table bench, and patted my lap.  Josh walked over to me and
spread his legs to mount me, but I motioned for him to turn around and he
did, sitting on my lap.  I looked around again, making sure there was no
one within even 100 yards who might see.  As he nestled onto my lap, I
could feel him press his ass against my know fully hard cock.  I reached
around with both hands and slipped them under the loose fabric of his
shorts, glad that he was wearing these and knowing I wanted him to wear
them more in the last few days we had up here.  I took his fully erect boy
cock in both hands underneath the fabric and started to stroke his cock,
while I whispered dirty things in his ear: telling him how much I loved his
boy cock and boy ass; telling him how sweet his cum tasted; telling him how
much I love to pound his hole with my cock; telling him how much I love
having his cock in my mouth.  It was enough that soon I felt the surge as
he climaxed and shot his load inside these shorts.  I looked around again,
to make sure we were still alone.
	"Fuuuuuuuhck!" he said, whispering it out loud.  "God, John.  I've
had the best climaxes 'cause of you!"  He leaned back into me.  "But now I
gotta clean up.  I'm gonna have to rinse out these shorts."  He got up and
has he did he turned to face me.  His fully erect boy cock slipped out from
the fabric, pointing straight at me.  The tip was covered in his boy juice,
and looking around quickly to make sure we were still not seen, I leaned in
and licked as much of it as I could off of him.  He said "thanks", and
slipping his cock back in, which didn't work and slipped right back out, he
walked up to the cabin.  I got up and followed him, since I was dying for
some release.  I watched as the flaps of the shorts moved a bit as he
walked.  I wanted to see him in those more this week.  We walked into the
cabin and he went straight to the bathroom, with me following.  He slipped
the shorts off and as he did the cum created a streak down his leg.  I
could see some of it was still on his lower belly, so I got on my knees and
started to lick it off, as he stood there and placed his hand behind my
head.  I licked off his cock shaft as well, and then found the trail of cum
down his leg which I licked off too.  Now I was dying, my cock aching.  I
stripped of my shorts and underwear, letting them drop to my ankles and
revealing my fully hard and still irritated cock.
	"Suck me, boy!" I demanded, and Josh smiled, kicking his cum-soiled
shorts off with one foot.  He got down on his knees and eagerly and
gingerly took my cock into his mouth.  GOD!  He sucked me so good!  So much
better than my wife did.  He really knew how to suck cock!  I knew I had an
irritated shaft, but he was careful with it.  He pulled off of my on
occasion and just licked my cock, which felt so good.  I felt my toes curl
as he took me into his mouth again, and then I felt the wonderful sensation
of shooting a small load into his eager mouth.  I kept my cock in his mouth
until I felt it all drained of cum, and he helped by milking me a bit, and
then took just my cock head and sucked on it like he'd done that morning.
I ran my hands through his tousled hair, feeling something very strong for
this boy.  I grasped his shoulders and pulled him into an embrace, and we
started to kiss, fully and forcefully.  I so wanted to bend him over the
sink and fuck him, but my cock was still too tender for that.  We broke our
kiss, and he licked his lips. asking me how my cum had tasted.  I smiled,
said it was good coming from his mouth.  And that gave me an idea.
	"Josh, have you ever eaten your own cum, and I don't mean by
kissing and getting it from me.  I mean eat your own."
	"Yeah," he looked pensive.  "I've eaten off my belly a few times."
He licked his lips again, and I bent in to kiss him.
	"Have you ever tried to," and I paused.  "Suck your own cock?"  I
shared with him the dreams I occasionally had about sucking my own, eating
buckets of my own cum shooting out of my dick, the feeling I could
literally get in my dreams of having my own cock in my mouth.
       "I've never actually sucked my own, like actually put it IN my
mouth." He paused.  "I have shot into my mouth."  I asked how he did that.
Josh then explained how he sometimes would bend his back and put his legs
by his ears which aligned his cock towards his mouth, and then he'd jerk
off and shoot his load into his mouth.  He also said he'd give himself
facials that way.  I must've looked confused, so he walked out of the
bathroom and laid down on the bed, with his feet by the pillows.  He then
flipped his legs over his head, and I could see how his cock was pointed
towards his mouth.  He then explained that sometimes he did it that way,
and then he moved again so his back was against the wall and his legs over
his head, with his cock again pointed at his face.  He said sometimes he
did it this way.  I was growing hard again seeing how Josh managed to shoot
his loads into his mouth, so I asked him again if, in either of these
positions, would he be able to actually suck his own cock.  He said he
didn't know, and he never tried that, but that maybe if he laid on his back
he could just maybe do it.  So, he shifted down the bed a bit so that his
back wasn't against the wall, and flipped his legs over himself.  I could
see him point his rock-hard boy cock towards his mouth, and then, he began
to shift some more, moving it closer and closer to his mouth.  He then
stuck out his tongue and just touched the tip of his cock head, licking off
the wetness of the old cum and the new precum mixed together.  He could AT
LEAST lick it!  But then he shifted down his body more and he wrapped his
lips around his cock head, which was accompanied by a soft moan.  YES!  He
could suck his own cock head!  Now he was able to take his whole cock head
in and just a bit of his shaft, and soon he was eagerly sucking himself,
his body moving up and down slightly as he'd penetrate his mouth with his
cock head and a bit of his shaft.  I could tell that even that was a bit of
a strain, though, but he was enjoying it.  I was too, standing over him and
stroking my fully erect cock.  His moans increasing in volume and frequency
and it wasn't too much longer that I heard the unmistakable sound of him
reaching climax.  I squatted down so I had a clear view of his cock and
mouth, and watched as it pulsed and shot a load (probably a small one) into
his mouth.  He was eagerly sucking it out, re-wrapping his lips after each
swallow over the head of his cock.  I soon could tell he was just about
done when he took his mouth off his cock head and then licked it a bit.  He
slowly let his legs down, and with heavy panting closed his eyes in pure
sexual pleasure.  His mouth was open and very wet, and I was tempted to
just put my cock on it, but instead, I bent down and kissed him.  We kissed
for a few seconds and I could taste his boy juice still in his mouth.  I
was still stroking my cock as we kissed and it wasn't too much longer
before I climaxed, releasing a very small load that dribbled out of the end
of my cock.  Josh moved over to me and licked off the tiny bit of cum.  He
then plopped his head back onto the bed and took a deep, long breath,
exhaling hard.
	"Fuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhcccccccck!" he said.  He was still breathing
deeply.  "This has been," long exhale. "The most sexually intense time I've
EVER had!"  He put his hands on his face, still breathing deeply.  He
rubbed his face and dropped his hands to his heaving chest.  "Not even
sucking off my dad or getting sucked by him," he took a deep breath.  "Or
the times I sucked other boys or my coach."  Another deep breath.  "NOTHING
has been as intense as," a pause.  "Just these last 24 hours!  I mean," and
he rolled over onto his belly and rested his head on his arms.  "The
fucking yesterday afternoon outside, the massage and licking last night,
and then," a deep breath again.  "Then fucking by the lake last night, and
then this just now.  I've never had anything this sexually fucking
fantastic!"  He closed his eyes.  I sat next to him on the bed, my own dick
starting to limp down, and I reached over and started to caress his
shoulders, running my hand down his back and rubbed his ass cheeks.  He
breathed and spoke again.  "I just can't believe you've NEVER done anything
with a guy, ever."  He opened his eyes and turned his head up a bit and
looked at my face.  "You're not fuckin' with me when you say you've never
done anything, are you?"  It was a legitimate question.  He really could
not believe that I had never been with another guy.
	"No.  Other than that buddy I told you about, I've never been with
a guy.  I've told you how much I've fantasized about it, and maybe in all
those years of fantasizing I pictured what needed to be done when, well, I
was wanting to do it.  I dunno....." I broke off.  "I guess, really, that
more than anything I've always liked women, always wanted pussy more.  I
mean, I had desires for guys back when I was jacking off daily to girls or
pictures of girls.  Every once in a while I'd fantasize about a guy, but
mostly, I wanted a girlfriend and to get laid.  I guess what restarted my
interest in guys was the photo of a guy I knew when I was 20 and he was 17,
and he was toned and smooth and tan, and, well, that's also when I got my
first Apple computer and I started to write stories.  That 17 year old guy
was the inspiration for my first story.  He was possibly someone I could
have played with, but just didn't think of it when I was 20 and he was 17.
He lived close by too.  Oh, and ALL of my stories - I deleted whenever I
started to date a girl.  So, I don't have any, and, well, I haven't written
a story in a few years."  I looked down at Josh's ass as I explored his ass
crack with my fingers, and found his hole, which I pressed with my middle
finger.  Josh spread his legs a bit and I started to push my middle finger
into his hole, only putting the tip in.  He then placed his head on his
arms and closed his eyes as my finger just rested in his asshole.  He
quietly said he needed to rinse off his shorts, and added that he'd take a
shower at the same time.  I pulled my finger out of his hole and he crawled
off the bed, his semi-stiff dick hanging down nicely.  I watched as he
walked away, hungering for his teen boy body again.  I got off the bed and
followed him into the bathroom.  He had just started up the shower and I
handed him his cum soiled shorts.  He then stepped into the shower and
started to rinse out the shorts, and then a quick rinse of just himself.
He looked at me, and smiled, and asked if I liked to watch him, to which I
responded with a firm "yes."  I told him to clean himself well, and I
reached around to my own hole to point out that I wanted him to clean
himself out.  He smiled, and asked me to get an empty water bottle.  I went
into the kitchen, careful to make sure that no one was on the grounds to
see me naked through the windows, and fished in the trash for an empty
plastic water bottle.  I found one easily and returned to the bathroom.
Josh had me hand it to him over the top of the shower door, and he filled
it up with water.  Then he turned his butt towards me, and took the bottle
and carefully inserted just a bit of the lip into his hole.  He then
squeezed it, moaning softly as he did.  Soon, water wash coming out of his
hole.  He was cleaning himself.  He repeated this a couple of times, and
then put the bottle on the little shelf in the shower stall, next to the
shampoo.  He asked me for some soap, and I gave him the small hand
dispenser.  He dispensed a bit into his left hand, handed the bottle back
to me, and then reached around again and cleaned his hole even more.  He
rinsed it carefully, commented that I'd probably not like a soapy taste.
He knew what I wanted.  He finished off rinsing his body, and turned the
shower off.  I got his towel and held it out for him as he stepped out.  I
didn't offer to dry him off this time, and he was about half done when he
commented that I wasn't drying him off.  I giggled, and said I was just too
occupied thinking about how he had just cleaned himself.  He gave out a
quiet laugh himself, and finished drying off.
	"I'm hungry," Josh stated as he hung up the towel.  I wondered what
time it was, so I went to my watch on the top of the dresser and saw it was
nearly 1 PM.  While in the bedroom I pulled my underwear and cargo shorts
back on, while Josh put his board shorts on, letting the ride low and
securing only part of the Velcro fly.  I asked if he had another pair of
those special shorts, maybe without the slits.  I commented that those
would be easy to get my hand up the legs to play with him.  He said he
didn't, only that pair, and the board and soccer shorts he had.  I then
asked if he could put on the red soccer shorts, since they showed the
outline of his cock and ass so nicely, so he pulled off the board shorts
and found the pair of red soccer shorts I asked for, and slipped them on.
	"I thought you were a 'board shorts' kind of guy," he said, giving
me a look.
	"Oh, I do LOVE seeing you in the board shorts, but since our
neighbors aren't around, the 2nd sexiest pair of shorts you have other than
the 'special shorts'," and I pointed towards the bathroom where the slit
legged running shorts were hanging to dry in the shower stall, "is THOSE
shorts."  I pointed at the shorts he had just slipped on.  I took a step
towards him and put my hands on his hips, leaned in and kissed him.  My
cock tingled again for his ass.  Josh whispered that he was hungry, so I
moved away from him, and I started to make lunch.  He helped me prepare a
couple of sandwiches, and we got some chips and apples, and took our plates
down to the lakeside table, where we ate lunch.  He said he'd be open to
going to fish on the creek after lunch, and I was glad for that.  We
finished our lunch, cleaned the dishes, I changed into swim trunks and then
we got our tackle set up for stream work: light-weight lures, and sandles.
I put on a long sleeved white shirt in case we were in open sun, but he
didn't put on a shirt at all.  Josh also changed back into the board
shorts, since he felt he might end up in the water and the nylon soccer
shorts weren't good for that.  We put the tackle in the truck, locked the
cabin, and drove down to Doc 'n' Al's where the frontage road to the stream
started.  I found the spot I'd scouted, by a huge boulder, and there were
no trucks there, which was good.  I pinned up a few lures on my hat and
Josh did the same on one of his baseball caps.  We headed to the stream and
I found the big rock that I liked to fish from in past trips here.  Josh
liked to get in the water and "walk the stream", so he started far to my
right.  The spot I chose had a nice big cataract that formed both a deep
trough and then a small whirlpool off to the left.  I'd drop my lure into
the water flow, let it go into the whirlpool, which would then return it to
the deep trough.  Sure enough, after just a few times I got a nice trout.
I netted the fish and set up a striger in the whirlpool.  I stayed on this
rock for another 30 minutes, getting one more trout.  I then picked up my
stringer and moved to another spot that I knew was productive.  Josh was
there, and he was fly-lining his lure through some ripples and under a
shade tree.  He told me he had caught one, but it was small, but he saw a
lunker on the other side, so he was working that.  But he didn't have any
luck on the lunker.  He retrived his line, and as he did, it came across a
small cataract that apparently a trout was hiding in, because his line
started to play out as the fish took the lure and ran with it.  Josh reeled
in the fish, and it was a keeper.  We put it on the stringer, and he walked
up the stream some more.  God, I LOVED seeing his bare chest and back,
bathed in warm sunlight, knowing that the pair of board shorts he had on
was ALL he had on!  I felt like I was getting hornier and hornier, and
actually thought about fucking him here along the stream.  THAT would be
intense, I thought!  But I had no lube and my cock was still a bit red from
fucking him so much the day before, that I decided not to even comment or
mention the idea.  Maybe a nice blowjob along the creek, or hand job.  THAT
could be done.  All of a sudden I heard a yell of delight upstream, and I
knew it was Josh, and he must've landed something big.  He wasn't too far:
I could barely see him through the tree branches.  I walked along the shore
the few yards and saw him reeling his line in, the pole bending nicely.  I
quickly put down my rod and fish, and grabbed the net.  I came out to him
in the middle of the stream, and looking downstream, saw a nice trout leap
out from the water, trying to fight the line.  It was not huge, but it was
at least a 2-pounder!  I got the net and walked downstream as Josh reeled
the fish upstream.  I was able to net the big fish and walked up towards
Josh as he continued to reel in his line.  He looked so happy, smiling
broadly, as I walked towards him.  And his body was so nice in the full
sun, his flat belly and chest, his nicely toned arms which were working to
reel up line - GOD!  I wanted to fuck or suck him right there, with fish in
the net.  Instead, I walked towards him in the water, commenting as he
reeled in his fish.  He pulled the fish up a bit so I could net it for him.
It was such a beauty: a nice 2-pounder at least!  He stood there in the
water, trout in his left hand, rod & reel in his right, board shorts riding
clear down to his lower hips almost to his dick.  Smooth, toned flat chest
and belly heaving in the sun with excited breathing.  I walked up to him,
and placed my left hand right on his package.  He jolted a bit in surprise.
I didn't have my hand in his shorts, but I was totally feeling and stroking
his boy dick through the fabric of his low-riding board shorts.  His
breathing changed and his arms relaxed, allowing the trout to rest in the
water, as I massaged his growing cock.  In less than 30 seconds he was rock
hard in the board shorts as I stroked him between my fingers.  My own cock
was growing rapidly as I felt him through the fabric.  He now drooped his
head down and relaxed as I continued to stroke him.  Beacuse his board
shorts were so loose and riding so low on him, his cock was faced a bit
sideways.  He breathed deeply and let out a soft moan as I bent down an
licked one of his erect nipples.  I loved this.  He didn't want to drop his
tackle or the trout, so he was basically at my mercy.  I stopped my licking
and stood up straight, looking around to make sure no one was in the area
to witness this.  I was wanting to suck him badly, even to fuck him (and
there was a nice big boulder that I could have bent him over while I fucked
him), but this was a place where someone could walk up and you'd not know
it.  Soon I felt that surge and Josh let out a soft groan as his cock
pulsed and he released his load.  I held on to his boner as it pulsed
beneath the fabric, and I looked down to see a wet spot growing, at first
it was the size of a dime, and by the time I released his limping down cock
it was nearly a quarter.  We both looked up to see someone approaching from
downstream, so I suggested we head out.  Josh still has his stringer and
tackle, and I took up mine, and we walked to the pathway, then down to my
Jeep, avoiding contact with the fisherman walking towards where we had just
left.  He called out to us and asked us how we did.  I stopped and showed
him my stringer, and mentioned Josh's catch, but Josh didn't want to stop.
I could tell he was a bit embarrased about the quarter-sized spooge mark in
his shorts.  By the time I got back up to the Jeep, he was standing at the
tailgate, waiting for me to unlock it.  As soon as I did he lifted the
tailgate, and placed his catch and tackle down, and I did the same.  He
didn't say anything until I had gotten us back on the paved road, heading
back towards the Twin Lakes.
	"Fuck, John.  You're so fuckin' horny.  I can't believe you did
that."  He looked at me and smiled the kind of smile that said "I can't
believe it, but I LOVED it."  He went on.  "I mean, it seems like you're
constantly at me, touching, sucking me, strokin' me," and a pause.  "And
fuckin' me.  God!"  He took a breath and lowered the window.  "I'm not
complaining, but shit, your'e fuckin' at me all the time.  I mean, today,"
and he turned towards me a bit.  "I mean, just today, you gave me head to
wake me up.  You gave me that hand job in my 'special shorts'.  You had me
give myself head just a few hours ago.  And now you've given me a hand job
in the stream.  Fuck......" he trailed off.  "And, all the fucking and
sucking we've done.  Jesus.  I was not expecting this!"  He placed his
elbow on the window sill and looked out, then turned back to me.
"Seriously, I was HOPING that I'd AT LEAST give you a blowjob by the time
we left the cabin this week.  That was ALL I was hoping for or expecting.
I figured that first night when you jerked off after I jerked off that I'd
AT LEAST be able to seduce you enough to give you a blowjob.  But I NEVER
expected all this!"  Josh giggled.  "And I'm fuckin' LOVIN' it!"  We drove
through the the Twin Lakes Resort, which is at the outlet of the Lower Twin
Lake, and Josh grew silent.  As we drove along the lakeside of the Lower
Twin, he spoke some more.  "I just really didn't expect YOU to be the one,
you know, starting shit.  When I did stuff with my dad it was me who
started it mostly, except a couple of times.  But I don't think my dad
would have ever fucked me, or wants to fuck me.  All we did was suck each
other.  And I don't think he'd have done the massage and licking like you
did, or" and he giggled "thought of all the sucking and touching you've
done.  And most of the guys I've been with I've sucked THEM.  There's only
been a couple of boys that sucked me.  It's like, just like...."and he
trailed off and looked out the window as we got nearer to the dam between
the two lakes.  "It's like you're a fuckin' horn dog for teen cock and
body, aren't you?"  I was quiet, we reached the driveway down to the cabin.
The late afternoon light was so beautiful as we turned down the dirt and
gravel driveway to the cabin property.  I actually wanted to get down there
and drop a line in.  We reached the parking area, and I parked the Jeep,
rolling up the windows.
	"I guess," I started, hesitantly, turning to look at Josh.  "It's
all those years of suppressed and pent-up sexual urges for a teen guy that
I've had for, well, 25 years - ever since I was a teen guy.  And," I turned
to look towards the lake and leaned on the steering wheel.  "I guess it's
that you're so willing, so," and I paused, trying to think of a word.
"open to doing what I wanna do."  I took a deep breath.  I wanted to get
out and get my tackle to the lake so I could get a line in the water.  But
I had one more thing to say.  "I think, too," I took another deep breath.
"Is that I, well, hunger for you." I didn't want to look in his eyes
because I knew, if I did, while saying what I wanted to say, would lead to
either a blowjob there in the Jeep, or something that would involve maybe
fucking or something.  "I sometimes get such a strong.....desire.....for
you.  I literally get hungry for you.  I want to suck your cock, or feel
your body or....or....put my mouth on your body, like today when I was
licking your nipple....it was.....this.....same......hunger for you.
Sometimes, I wanna be," and I paused, looking down at my hands on the
steering wheel.  "....in control of you, you know?  Like, demanding you do
things to me, or just lay there and let me, well," and I swallowed to get
the frog out of my throat.  ".....rape you.  Take you forcefully and
unexpectedly.  That was kinda what happened earlier today when I had you
sit on my lap in those shorts and I gave you the hand job.  I just had to.
I mean, I'm not into bondage shit.  I don't plan to tie you up and pour hot
candle wax on you and have you eat my shit.  I'm not wanting to hurt you,
but...sometimes, well, I just wanna.....take you and do something to or
with you.  And my mouth literally hungers for you, like it's an appetite
thing.  And I gotta have you in whatever way I feel like at the time."  I
smirked, and then looked over at him.  He was sitting there, relaxed, and
playing with some of his hair.  I felt like I had said too much, repeated
things, used the word "rape."  What was he thinking I wondered.  He looked
me in the eyes, and tightened his lips together, then looked down.  He took
a breath.
	"It's kinda like what I said the other day, after we fucked.  You
started to say 'boy lover' and I finished it for you.  Remember?"  I did.
"Well, I'm your lover.  And I wanna be your lover.  I
like...everything....we've done, and I like the idea of
you.....well....taking me whenver you want me.  I really like how you've
done stuff to me and I never had.......well....I want you to keep doing it.
And maybe by the end of the week...." he trailed off.  "You'll be able to
rape me and you won't have to use lube, so you could take me,
anytime......anywhere...." and he leaned towards me.  "And fuckin' rape my
ass." He bit his lower lip and placed his hand on my package.  He was
serious.  He wanted it.  "But," he started, squeezing my stiffening cock.
"For the rest of the day today, and all day tomorrow, will you let me be in
control?  Let me do what I want to do?  Suck you whenever I want to, or
have you.....do things TO me, but only if I ask.  Just like I've fulfilled
your teen boy sexual fantasies, will you" and he paused and squeezed my
growing cock.  "Let me fulfill some of the ones I've been having in the
last couple of weeks since I knew we'd be up here alone, or, just the two
of us?"  He started to massage my fully erect cock from the outside of my
shorts.
	"Sure." I said, smiling and nodding my head.  He stroked me a bit
more, then moved to his side of the Jeep, opened the door and stepped out,
closing the door behind him.  I rolled up the windows and shook my head,
amazed at the conversation we just had, and knowing that things would be
only better these last couple of days.  As I sat there, rolling up the
windows, I thought of what could happen the rest of this day, and what
could happen tomorrow.  It was all his lead, not mine.  I would give him
that.  I really had fulfilled all of my sexual teen boy fantasies and had
done things I never had fantasized about as well.  I had to give him, as my
lover, the chance to do what he wanted.  Josh opened up the tailgate and
took out the stringers.
	"I've got the fish.  I'm gonna clean 'em, OK?"  I woke from my
reverie and said that was fine.  I thought we should run up to the cleaning
station at the marina, but Josh had a spot here that had running water, and
he took his fileting knife with him.  I got out and got our tackle, and
closed and locked the Jeep.  I walked to the picnic table near the lakeside
in front of the vacant cabin, and then went into our cabin for the tackle I
needed to fish the lake.  As I did I saw Josh in our "cleaning spot", which
was right by the lake.  He was so good at this, and had taught me how to do
it.  I looked as he bent over the free-standing faucet, slitting the nice
2-pounder he'd caught from anus to gills.  I wanted to take him again, do
something to his body that would bring pleasure to us both.  But it was his
turn now.  I put our tackle down, got out my rod and reel that was set up
for bait, baited the hook and did an easy cast out.  I put it in the rod
holder and checked my watch -nearly 5 PM.  Our neighbors should be back
soon.  Josh asked me to get the bags we were putting our cleaned fish in,
so I went to the cabin, got a couple of new bags, and a beer, and returned
to Josh.  All our catch from that day were clean.  He asked me to bag them,
which I did, while he went to check our stringer from earlier in the day.
He pulled that catch out too and cleaned them.  Between us we pretty much
limited out for the day.  Josh asked what was for dinner, and I told him
what I had planned to make, but he suggested a couple of the trout from
early in the day.  We were both actually getting hungry, so I decided I'd
get the fire going soon.  It was then that we heard the sounds of doors
slamming and laughter coming from the parking area.  Our neighbors had
returned.  They waved to us as they walked the path to their cabin, and one
of them held up a stringer with some trout on it.  Looked like about 3-4
pan sized trout.  The one with the stringer then started to head over to
us, carrying the stringer high and proudly.
	"Check this out, eh?" he started, holding the stringer high.
"How'd you guys do today?  Any luck here? Or did you take in that creek you
mentioned?"  Josh bent over and picked up the bags of fish.  Our neighbor
stopped in his tracks when he saw Josh's big catch.  "Well, holy crap!
That is a mother!  Is that yours?" he asked, looking at Josh.  "Yeah." Josh
replied.  "Biggest guy I've ever caught."  The neighbor was both impressed
that Josh caught such a big fish, but I could tell he was disappointed that
his "impressive" catch wasn't as good as ours.  We told him that a couple
of the fish were from the lake earlier that day.  Didn't matter.  He
relaxed, letting his stringer down a bit.  It was clear he was bummed that
he wasn't the top dog here today.  But that didn't last long.  He changed
his composure and spoke.  "Well, we're gonna have another fish fry if you
guys wanna join us again.  My wife bought some 'tato salad in town and some
fresh corn on the cob, so we thought we'd make a nice supper."  I looked at
Josh who nodded, and told him we'd join them.  Then Josh, obviously trying
to impress either me or the other guy, or just trying to be diplomatic,
offered to help clean his catch, which he thanked him for and accepted the
offer.  Josh handed me the bags of our fish and walked along with our
neighbor.  I returned to the cabin to put our catch in the freezer, picking
out two that we could grill up that night and placing them in aluminum
foil.  I grabbed another beer and put some tortilla chips in a bowl, and
returned to the lake.  I couldn't see Josh, so I went back to my line.  I
gathered all our tackle from that afternoon and returned it to the spot in
the cabin where we kept it, then back to the lake.  It was a gorgeous
afternoon.  The sun was at that nice, low angle that gave plenty of light,
but it was no longer bright.  The afternoon breeze was nice: better than
some of the afternoon winds that come up and make fishing impossible.  I
finished my beer just as Josh returned.  He asked where the fish were, and
I told him, adding that I had our two fish for dinner in foil.
	"Uh, I think I should change these shorts." he said, looking down.
I could see a very slight stain where his cum had wetted the shorts only a
couple of hours before.  It was noticeable.  But all he had was another
pair of board shorts, and the soccer shorts.  I suggested one of his longer
tank tops could cover that, plus as it gets dark, they might not see it.
"I think," he started, and turned up to the cabin.  "I'll rinse these
anyway."  He walked to the cabin, and I turned back towards the lake.  One
of our other neighbors appeared from the front of the old cookhouse, which
was the easiest way to get from their fishing spot in front of their cabin
to our spot.  He had a glass of white wine in hand.  He asked about Josh's
lunker, and asked if he could see it.  I told him Josh was changing, and
I'd have Josh show him when he came back out.  He started to ask where we
got it, how much of a fight did it put up, what Josh was using, all that
stuff.  Soon, Josh returned, the yellowish board shorts on with the
oversized tank top that showed off his shoulders and his sides so nicely.
The neighbor repeated his questions and Josh took him to our cabin.  I
tagged along.  I just wanted to see Josh in this tank top, which I knew he
wore for me.  We went into the kitchen, pulled his lunker out of the
freezer and showed our neighbor, much to his delight.  He was impressed
with the catch.  He asked what Josh used, and Josh asked me where his rod
'n' reel where.  I pointed to the corner, so Josh got his tackle out and
showed the guy.  After a few more moments of chatting, our neighbor's wife
came to our kitchen door and reminded her husband that he had dinner chores
to do, which I commented that we did as well.  They smiled and left our
kitchen, and I told Josh we needed to get something together to take over
there.  We looked in our pantry and fridge and found something we thought
would be nice.  They said they had corn on the cob and potato salad, so I
had some nice sourdough bread I had brought to accompany fish dinners.
Josh prepped the trout with some lemon juice and other seasonings.  I
didn't know when they would get the fire up, so I went back to our stuff on
the picnic table, and then checked my line.  Nothing on it.  Josh came and
stood by me.
	"You know, I've had to rinse TWO pairs of shorts because you've
made me cum in them." he said, in a joking accusatory way.  He smiled.
"Thanks" he said quietly.  He crossed his arms, looking over at our
neighbors who had not even fired up the outside grill yet.  He then walked
up away from the lake towards the cabin.  "C'mon," he said, nodding his
head towards the cabin.  I wondered what he had in mind, so I followed him
up, looking across to our neighbors who must've been inside, since none of
them were at the dock or the grill.  Josh walked ahead of me, up the stairs
and into the living room.  Once in there he took my hand and gently guided
me to the overstuffed chair, and then pushed me down into it.  He slowly
got to his knees, and undid the belt of my shorts.  I thought to myself
that this was VERY risky, since the blinds were open, the front door open
and our neighbors were around.  But I didn't care.  By the time he undid my
zipper I was getting hard, and by the time he worked his fingers into the
waistband of my boxer briefs and pulled them down, I was almost fully
erect.  This was wonderful.
       "Keep an eye out," Josh said quietly, which I thought was funny,
since I was.  I kept looking at the other cabin while Josh took out my
nearly fully hard cock and kissed the tip of my cock head.  That made me go
into a swoon, but I recovered, and turned my gaze back across the lawn.  I
moved and took a nice, deep breath as Josh took me into his mouth, and
began to bob up and down on my cock.  I made some soft low moaning noises
and closed my eyes for a moment, enjoying his excellent movements on my
cock.  He'd pull off of me, lick my shaft and then just eagerly put me back
into his mouth, swallowing me down to my shorts.  I wasn't fully exposed,
but it was still a mouthful for him.  He didn't stroke me, since I still
was somewhat raw and irritated.  But he did move on my cock with his mouth,
covering it in his saliva.  He'd then move to my cock head and suck on it,
like it was a straw.  The sensation was intense!  And I LOVED it!  He then
went back down on me, slowly, taking me in deep again.  I looked across the
lawn and saw the neighbors exit their cabin with trays, so I figured they
were getting ready to start.  But then he did something on my cock that so
intensified the sucking sensation that my body stiffened and I felt the
release of my cum into his eager teen boy mouth.  I put my head back,
breathing deeply from the release as he stayed on me, swallowing every bit.
I looked out and saw one of the neighbors down at the grill, and motioning
to our cabin.  I told Josh to pull off, which he did, and I quickly pulled
my shorts up and zipped and belted up as well.  I urged Josh to not get up
since that might look odd, so he crawled to the kitchen, and stood up in
there.  By the time I had gotten myself together, our neighbor had come to
the kitchen door and knocked.  Josh answered the door, greeted him nicely,
and asked if they were ready for us.  The neighbor confirmed they were, so
Josh got the fish, and I got the bread and another beer, and we headed over
there.
	It was a typical evening with the neighbors.  We had a nice dinner
on picnic table near the dock, and Josh even seemed to enjoy himself.
Perhaps his sexual drive had been a bit curbed by blowing me before dinner.
He looked so good in that baggy tank top, that I even wondered if our
neighbor gentlemen (or their wives) were lusting for him.  We cleaned up
all of our stuff, helping carry stuff to their kitchen.  Josh went to our
cabin with our bread, and came back with his hoodie on and my jacket.  One
of the men started a fire in the firepit, and I got our chairs so we could
join them.  Turns out that the men liked Scotch as I did, so they shared a
glass with me.  It was a nice, long evening of chatting, fish stories,
hearing about their grandkids.  Both couples had teen grandkids that they
wanted Josh to meet. One couple had a 15 year old grandson, and the other a
16 year old granddaughter.  Of course, I wondered which one Josh would want
more.  As they described their grandkids, who seemed to be both athletic
types of kids, I did wonder which one Josh would want more.  The girl
sounded hot, like my stepdaughter.  And the boy, who was a jock like Josh,
sounded hot too.  We stayed with them until the fire died out, which was
well past 10 PM.  We said our goodnights, grabbed our chairs and returned
to our cabin.  We walked in and I turned on the living room lights, closed
the blinds in both the living room and kitchen, and then returned to the
living room.  Josh had already stripped off his hoodie and his tank top,
and had started to undo the Velcro on his board shorts.
	"Damn," I laughed.  "You're not waiting, are you?"  Josh giggled
and shook his head as his board shorts slipped down his legs to his ankles.
He gave me a sly smile and walked towards me, taking my right hand in both
of his as he led me into the bedroom.  He asked where the candle and
lighter were, and I said the candle was in a bag on the little table in the
bedroom and the lighter was in the kitchen on the small cabinet.  He asked
me to get the lighter and I went to the kitchen to get it, stopping on the
way back to turn off the living room lights.  I walked in just as Josh had
the bag opened and pulled out the candle.  I walked close to him and lit
the candle.  The candle took a second or two to get fully lit, and Josh
placed it back down on the table.  I turned to the light switch on the wall
and turned off the room light.  It was perfect: the candlelight cast a
nice, warm glow in the room, light enough to see detail, but we not so
light that it was bright.  Josh reached down and began to undress me,
starting with my belt buckle, my zipper, pulling my cargo shorts down to my
ankles.  He then pulled my sweater off over my head, which actually took my
t-shirt with it.  By now I was fully erect, the bulge being quite prominent
in my boxer/briefs.  Josh gently touched the bulge, running his fingers
along the shaft length.  The gentle touching was quite electrifying, and
even though I'd shot a load in his mouth barely 5 hours earlier, I felt
ready to shoot again.  Slowly, almost teasingly, Josh laced his fingers
into the waist band of my shorts at the front and pulled down, revealing my
cock head.  He continued moving his fingers around to the sides of my
shorts, slowing pulling down the waistband as he did.  Soon, he had his
hands on my butt, pulling down my shorts in increments.  He continued
pulling my shorts down, moving back slowly to my front as he did.  When he
got to my cock he pulled the waistband completely down, allowing my cock to
bounce a bit as it was released.  He slowly repeated his efforts, pulling
my shorts down to my thighs, and then, holding onto my shoulders with both
hands, he used the toes of his right foot to pull them all the way down to
my ankles.  Our cocks touched teasingly at this point, which only
intensified my lust and hunger for him.  But I kept it in check.  I didn't
want to take control.  It was his turn tonight and all the next day to be
making the moves, initiating the sex, and whatever else would occur.  Josh
placed his foot on my clothing, urging me to step out of my shorts, which I
did.  He then took me into the bathroom, switching on the light, and walked
to the medicine cabinet, where he took out my Norelco razor.  He hopped up
onto the vanity and simply pointed to his peachfuzz pubic hair, and told me
to shave him.  I did so gladly, touching his hard boy cock and holding it
up as I shaved him boyishly smooth.  When I was done he ran his fingers
over his belly to check how smooth he was.  He then hopped off the vanity,
took my razor and put it back in the cabinet.  He smiled at me and took my
hand, gently leading me back to the bedroom.  As he did I switched off the
bathroom light so, once again, all we had was the candlelight.  He guided
me to the bed and gently pushed me against it, telling me to lay on my
belly.  I crawled onto the bed, laying on my belly as I was instructed.  I
felt the bed move a bit as Josh crawled on it, moving himself over me.  His
legs straddled my thighs and I could feel his erect boy cock resting on my
ass.  Then I felt his hands begin to massage my neck, moving to my
shoulders.  He then massaged my arms, my upper back, my lower back, down to
my waist.  All during this time I felt so relaxed, yet so turned on by
feeling his hard cock resting on me.  I almost wished I could suggest he
fuck me, but I really didn't want to be fucked.  Josh then shifted down my
legs, getting off the bed so he could massage my legs.  He spent some time
on my feet, massaging them gently.  I felt so good, so relaxed and so
aroused.  Then Josh told me to turn over onto my back, so I did.  He began
the massage process again, starting at my shoulders and working his way to
my chest, where he bent down an licked and bit my nipples.  He moved down
my arms and massaged my hands and fingers.  I was fully erect and leaking
precum, and as Josh worked his way down my chest to my belly, he lifted my
cock up and licked my piss slit clean of precum, and then licked the precum
off my belly as well.  He let my cock go, and continued to massage me down
my legs, finishing at my feet.  I felt so relaxed, and even though I was
sexually aroused by all of it, I wasn't in the mood for sex.  Maybe Josh
sensed that, because he crawled onto the bed, straddling me as he moved up
my body, pressing his rock hard teen boy cock against mine as he laid down
on top of me.  He bent down and started to kiss me, first on the lips, and
then gently on the cheek, my neck, and as he did he began to hump his cock
against mine.  The pressure of his hard cock against mine was exquisite.  I
moaned softly as I felt him press against me.  But then I felt the pressure
release as Josh pushed himself up a bit.  He started to shift himself down
my body, kissing my nipples as he moved.  Soon he moved off the bed and
positioned himself over my cock, which was oozing precum.  He got off the
bed, getting onto his knees and placing himself between my legs, which he
parted so he could move in closer.  He lifted my cock up and bent down,
licking off the precum that was coming from my piss slit.  He then licked
my cock shaft down to my belly, licking off the precum that had accumulated
there.  Josh then returned to my swollen cock head, and began to swirl his
tongue around it.  Simultaneously, he played with my balls, which were
hanging fairly low (as low as they could hang).  I closed my eyes with this
wonderful feeling of being licked and played with.  I wanted him to lick my
sensitive spot, so I reached down and held up my balls.  He got the hint
and started to lick me just underneath my balls.  The sensation was
wonderful!  I shifted my hand to his head and started to run my fingers
through his tousled brown hair.  He came back up to my cock shaft and began
to lick it like a popsicle.  I breathed in deeply and made a soft moan as
his tongue wiped up my shaft.  I was writhing now in sexual ecstasy as this
teenage boy was giving me a blow job like no other I'd had - even the ones
early in the week from him weren't as good as this.  Soon he was over my
cock again and was eagerly guiding my cock into his warm, wet mouth.
Slowly he took me in, stopping to pull up a bit to my cock head, and then
back down, taking me deeper into this mouth until finally I was all the way
in.  He started to bob up and down slowly, giving me the greatest sensation
of pleasure and eliciting from me moans and deep breaths of delight.  Then
I felt a slight pressure of his finger against my hole.  That only
intensified his oral work, and I edged to make sure I didn't shoot my
meager load too soon.  He then pulled off me completely, and, excusing
himself, got up and went into the bathroom.  The light switched on and the
medicine cabinet was opened.  In a couple of seconds it was closed, and
Josh appeared at the door to the bathroom.  I looked to see this perfect,
smooth, toned teen boy standing there, naked, fully erect, and I wanted him
- badly.  I wanted that boy cock in my mouth - badly.  I almost shot my
load then and there just from seeing him in the door frame, but managed to
edge again and keep it in.  I saw Josh had a tube in his hand: the KY
jelly.  My mind raced as he turned out the light.  Was he going to fuck me?
Or did he have a toy?  My wife, on occasion, when performing oral on me,
had fingered me and one time used a butt plug on me, which had intensified
my orgasm.  What was Josh going to do now?  He got back on his knees
between my legs, and opened the tube, applying a bit of jelly on my hole
and then some more on his fingers.  He resealed the tube, and then moved
back in, holding up my cock in his non-lubed hand while he pressed against
my hole with the lubed up middle finger of his other hand.  I lay back,
understanding now.  Josh pressed his middle finger into my hole and
returned to taking my cock in his mouth.  The warm wetness of his mouth and
the finger penetrating my hole was so wonderful that I had to edge again,
but I knew I was leaking precum.  I was so wet from his saliva that he
probably couldn't tell, but I could.  The movements of his finger in my
hole soon were mimicking the movements of his mouth on my cock, and I
writhed in sheer pleasure from both his oral and manual work.  I pushed my
head deep into the pillows, intent on edging as much as I could to hold out
as long as I could.  Soon I felt additional pressure of Josh's index finger
pressing into my hole, and at the same time, Josh pulled off of my cock.
He looked down at his fingers in my hole and then, licking his lips and
smiling, began to finger-fuck me.  At the same time he started to stroke my
cock vigorously, again mimicking the motions of his fingers in my hole.  I
was breathing rapidly as this teen boy was so expertly doing stuff to me,
and it was the last time I could hold it in.  Soon cum was spewing from my
cock like a lava flow.  It didn't shoot all over, but dribbled down my cock
shaft, onto the fingers he was holding my cock with, and then into the
remnants of trimmed pubic hair at the base of my cock shaft.  I was glad
that Josh had trimmed me on Sunday, because there wasn't much there, just a
bit of pubic peach fuzz was all.  Josh still had his fingers in my hole as
he lifted his hand from my cock shaft, licking the cum off his fingers.  He
bent down and licked what was left of my cum off my belly.  Slowly he
removed his fingers from my hole, eliciting a small sucking sound, like a
queef.  I giggled, and Josh pushed himself up to go into the bathroom,
where he rinsed off his fingers.  I laid back, feeling exhausted from his
attentions.  He soon returned, and crawled up onto the bed next to me,
pulling the covers back.  I moved so he could and then crawled into bed as
well.  Josh came close to me, cuddling me, and pressing his still rock-hard
boy cock against my hip.  I wanted it – badly.  I wanted to suck him
off, to finger him, just as he'd done to me.  But I had promised that
tonight, and all day Thursday, I would let him make the moves and ask or
whatever – he was in control sexually for a while.  As I lay there,
thinking of his sexual energy and how good a cocksucker he was, and how
fantastic a lover he'd become, I heard his breathing deepen as he fell
asleep.  I too soon found myself drifting between that dreamlike sleep and
still being awake, but soon I fell asleep as well, feeling this boy's
leaking, hard cock pressed to my hip.