Date: Sat, 20 Nov 2010 06:17:57 -0800 (PST) From: David Peters Subject: Fishing Trip Warning: This fictional story contains graphic sexual conduct and scenes between males. I do not condone or promote this activity in any way and if this offends or is illegal where you are, or if you are under age, leave now and do not read. Comments are welcomed to david_10086@yahoo.co.uk. All flames ignored. Some tales from my earliest experiences as a boy interested in all things cock. If this is well received, I'll post more episodes. Fishing Trip I can remember the excitement vividly, my heart thumping wildly inside my eleven-year old chest as my hand gripped the hot tube of flesh inside Uncle Jim's trousers. What I felt there seemed impossibly big, very hard yet at the same time strangely soft and smooth. I tugged it out through his gapping fly and my eyes went wide at the site of a monstrous cock, its bulbous head flared and purple with a gaping piss slit that capped a thick stalk of pulsing flesh. In my small hand, my fingers couldn't grasp around its thick girth. My own little cock looked nothing like this! "Ahhh, yes, lovely, now rub it up and down like this ..." I looked up. Uncle Jim's face looked flushed, his eyes were half-closed as he stared at my small little hand gripping his huge adult cock. His own hand closed over mine and began moving my hand up and down the long thick stalk, pushing soft flesh over that angry looking head and then back down again to the base. "Yes, just like that, that's lovely ..." He let go of my hand and leaned back against the tree, content to watch me intently as I continued to slide my hand up and down his exposed cock. It stuck up out of his trousers like a tree-trunk, the base lost inside the dark folds. "Why not use both your hands, eh?" I was kneeling between his legs on the grass in the warmth of a shady glade by the side of a pond deep in the countryside. I glanced around, a little nervous now, but we were very secluded and there was no one around for miles. I placed my other hand on his cock and began pumping. I was able to slide both hands up and down the stalk without ever covering the head; it was that big. Uncle Jim shifted and then slid his trousers down a little and then I saw his balls. As I stroked his cock, they bounced heavily in their sack, fat and round. Jim took one of my hands and placed it on his balls. "Play with them while you stroke me, that's a good boy ..." I did as I was told, rolling them and feeling their weight. Jim was gasping now. "Faster, a bit harder, yes, yes good ..." I felt his cock thicken; it grew, forcing my fingers apart and I gripped him harder in response. Even his balls seemed to grow bigger and tighter as they bounced in my palm. This was amazing! "Yes! Yes1 Keep going! Faster! Don't Stop! Ahhhhh.... Then, as I watched, the fat, angry head of his cock began to swell before my eyes and I heard a squirting noise as white goo spurted into the air, flying right over my head. Anther squirt, and more goo splashed everywhere as I rubbed his cock hard and fast. It splashed onto my face, my lips and bare chest -- I would have stopped and jumped back but Jim had grasped my hand and forced me to pump him dry. After four or five heavy spurts, only thick white goo dribbled out of the slit as his cock softened in my hand. "Never seen cum before, have you boy?" I shook my head as Jim began cleaning me up with his handkerchief. "I think you'll be seeing at lot more soon. Better get used to it. And you'll be making your own soon, too. I'll see to that!" I didn't know what Uncle Jim meant, but it excited me and I realised my little cock was painfully hard. Jim saw me glance down to the tent in my shorts. "Stand up." I stood up. Jim pulled me to him. I was now standing in front of him, standing between his legs, his face at the level of my waist, his eyes glued to my shorts. He placed his hands on my hips and brought me closer. I staggered a little and steadied myself by placed my hands on his shoulders. "Good boy." His hands roamed over my backside, down my thighs and back up into my shorts, his fingers touching lightly on the underside of my balls, making me jump, before circling my ass cheeks under my shorts. His hands moved back outside, his fingers hooked under the elastic of my shorts and slowly dragged them down. I watched, holding my breath in excitement as my shorts were lowered. He pulled the front of my shorts out a little and slide them down over my small but very hard erection. All my four inches of boy cock bounced into the fresh air, the sudden coolness and the fact I was exposed to an adult gaze for the first time in my life made me catch my breath. "Lovely. You have a beautiful cock, boy." Hearing those words made me relax a little, but the stiffness in my cock was unbearable. Jim placed his hand over my package and pressed. It was my turn to gasp. An adult hand on my private parts! He squeezed and I felt my legs tremble. He took my cock between his forefinger and thumb and stroked the length very slowly, testing my hardness by pressing and squeezing along its entire lenght. Then he rolled back my foreskin and I felt cold air on my exposed glans. Jim's face was so close, I could feel his breath on my cock. Then I jumped again as he took both my balls in his other hand and rolled them around like marbles. His fingers stroking my boy-cock and my balls being fondled in his other hand made me week at the knees. I leant on his shoulders and pushed myself into his working hands. Strange feelings overwhelmed me, my balls ached and I shuddered in pleasure. I heard myself whimpering in little sharp intakes of breath as I collapsed against Jim. "Good boy. You're not far from making sweet cream, I reckon." I opened my eyes to see Jim smiling up at me, my suddenly very sensitive young cock still being gently stroked by his large fingers. I was still stiff. I wriggled under his touch but Jim held me tight, but relinquished my cock. He wasn't finished with me yet. "I think you can take some more, me boy!" Jim stroked and fondled my legs, ass and balls but didn't touch my sensitive cock. His fingers slid between my ass cheeks and grazed over my virgin hole. This again made me jump, but again I was held captive. "That's right, just enjoy this ..." I was now his slave and I abandoned myself to his caresses. My cock had finally softened a little but it soon regained its hardness, pointing up, hard and flat against my stomach. Jim pulled my boy-cock down and moved closer, sliding back my foreskin. I saw his tongue reach out and I was shocked to see it flick against my exposed cock-head and I jumped, his strong hands holding me close. Then his lips closed over the head of my cock and I nearly collapsed at the sensation. Jim's hands on my hips held me tight and pulled me closer and deeper into his mouth. Down his lips went, along the whole of my young cock to envelope me completely. I was in shock at the sudden delightful and wet warmth that consumed my young inexperienced cock. His hands fondled my balls and then pushed each small nugget up and into his mouth. His tongue rolled each ball against the base of my cock as he gently sucked me whole. I writhed against Jim as these shocking feelings overwhelmed me. But I was held tight as my hips were drawn against his sucking mouth, my private parts feeling as if they were being sucked off my body. Jim let each of my small balls fall from his mouth as he began to suck rapidly up and down the length of my boy-cock, his tongue swirling over the sensitive head again and again. My balls ached and I felt something rushing up my cock as if I were about to pee and I began to buck against his lips, my first shots of boy-cream erupting into his sucking mouth. Jim drained every drop of my first orgasm and held me there until I was dry. When he finally let me go, I fell down into his lap exhausted, my head resting in his lap. As I gained my senses, I could feel the hardness of his huge cock pressing against my head. I turned and found the hot, hard cock pressed against the side of my head. Jim took hold of his cock and began moving it slowly over my face. I tried to back away, but his hand was on the back of my head holding me there. He used his cock to stroke my face, over my eyes, nose and lips. I looked up, twisting my head to see, and Jim nodded at me. His cock pressed insistently against my lips, parting them. I opened my mouth and the fat head of his cock pushed past my lips into my virgin mouth. It felt spongy and warm and the head alone filled my young mouth. "Mind your teeth, boy, and suck nicely ..." I tried to suck that pulsing head as best I could, and as I sucked, it went deeper each time. Jim began pushing in and out, at times pushing my cheeks out, other times hitting the back of my throat. "Breath through your nose, boy ..." I grasped the thick shaft with both hands to try and limit its push into my mouth, my lips stretched wide. In and out his cock went, pushing insistently past my boyish lips that only reached half way down the shaft before the head of his cock hit the back of my throat. "Ahh, that's good, I love seeing my cock filling those sweet boy-cheeks, spreading those lovely lips, suck harder boy ..." I did as I was told, sucking on that spongy nob filling my mouth for all I was worth, stroking the thick shaft of his cock with both hands. "Here I cum boy, swallow it all ....!" Once again his cock began swelling and this time I knew what was coming. I tried to back away, get it out of my mouth but he pushed my head down and his cock erupted hot sperm. It flooded my mouth, dribbling out the corners of my lips as I gagged and swallowed as best I could. He held me there impaled on his spurting cock until I'd drunk him dry. Only when his cock softened to half its size did he allow it to leave my mouth all the while telling me to suck him dry and swallow every drop. I was a little unhappy but Jim soon made it up to me by again sucking me to another fantastic orgasm, this time letting me see my own boy-cream spurt over his face. I knew I was hooked on cock and looking forward to the next fishing trip where I would be introduced to Jim's friend.