Date: Sat, 22 Aug 2009 18:57:08 -0400
From: tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: The Lazy Way to Fish

			   THE LAZY WAY TO FISH
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     Oh, God, it was so nice and cool under the trees. It's so fucking hot
in the South in summer, and this summer was no exception. It had rained a
lot (it always does in the South, year-round), but every time the sun did
come out, it was so fucking humid you felt like fainting! No wonder
Southerners had the habit of lying about on summer afternoons and not doing
much of anything...if they'd tried, they would've passed out!
     I felt my energy returning under these wide-branched oak trees, my
lungs invigorated with the raw oxygen they were raining down upon me,
cooled by the massive, nearly unbroken shade they provided, the dark
friendliness under their canopies. It made me want to run down to the
riverbank. And I would have, if I'd known just where it was we were going.
     Daniel was walking behind me quite a ways, making slow, deliberate
paces. He was my age, just under twenty years of age, and a third cousin of
mine. My mother and his mother had been the best of friends while growing
up and Mom had insisted on our family coming down and spending our vacation
this year with them so she could get reacquainted. Daniel was sandy-haired,
blue-eyed, fair-skinned, with a wide, somewhat roundish face. It made him
look less like a magazine model and more like the cute guy next door than
otherwise. His body was the same, not muscled enough to be well-defined,
but formed of clean lines and smooth surfaces. His body hair was present,
but so faint it blended into his body, giving him the pristine appearance
of a statue.
     The problem was, we were staying with Daniel's family and the
accommodations were more than a little crowded. I spent last night sleeping
with Daniel and two of his younger brothers (he had four total, the other
two in diapers) on the living room floor on a rather worn-out mattress that
poked me in a couple of tender places now and then through the
night. Daniel had been a nice package to look at in the bed, him wearing
just a pair of rather baggy briefs into bed so that his cock had flapped
about when he moved, but the company had prevented me from doing anything
more than thinking about it. It had been me on one side, him on the other,
and his two brothers lying head-to-toe in the middle, their legs
interlocked. One of the other of them had kicked me all night long, too, I
still wasn't sure which one. I kept rising up to look to see if I could
tell which one this time around, and my eyes would travel over to Daniel,
sleeping outside of the covers (his brothers had confiscated it, but the
night was too warm to make that a trial for him), and I'd see that tube
inside his briefs and lick my lips and wish he and I were somewhere alone
and peaceful and secluded. If he was even interested. I had yet to find
that out, we had spoken only briefly and surrounded by family all the while
so far.
     So when Daniel had risen at first light and I had learned he planned
to go fishing, I had jumped out of bed (up from bed, rather) and asked to
go along. He'd agreed and I'd set out with him after a quick breakfast. We
had a couple of peanut-butter sandwiches with us, but Daniel opined we'd
feast on fried fish for lunch instead of them. That had sounded promising.
     So here we were, walking in a forest along a trail that wove about
like it had been laid out by animals. It probably had been.
     "Hey, Daniel!" I called back. "How much further is it?"
     "Just about a half mile."
     "Yeah? Is it right up ahead?"
     "Yeah, pretty much."
     "Mind if I run on ahead?'
     "If you want to."
     "Thanks!" I said and barreled off down the path. The river was there
all right and I got there and yodeled out a cry of victory. It was even
cooler here by the river! I actually felt HUMAN for the first time in two
days.
     I thought about wading into the river, but didn't want to scare off
the fish we were supposed to eat for lunch. Instead, I just waited,
champing at the bit, for Daniel to arrive.
     When he did, I said, "Where are we going to fish?"
     "Right here." Daniel said.
     "All right." I said. "What about the bait?"
     "Over here." Daniel said and went to an old log lying not far
away. Peeling back a piece of the bark, he revealed several large, fat,
white grubs. "Bass love these things. I had an uncle in the Army, who would
gather them up, roll them in flour and fry them up and eat them. I tried
one, not too bad."
     "I came here to eat fish, not grubs."
     Daniel smiled. "Good to know you can, though." He showed me how to
impale one of the grubs on the hook.
     "So what do we do with these fishing lines?" I asked. They weren't
proper fishing reels, just a long bamboo pole with the line tied to the end
of it and wrapped around the shaft with the hook. We had lead weights near
the hook, but no bobbins. "How do we fish?"
     "The lazy way." Daniel said. "Come on, I'll show you."
     He took me down to the edge and I saw a couple of pieces of wood there
which I had thought was driftwood stuck in the soft soil around the
river. He stuck one of the poles into the ground, laid it over the piece of
wood, and another piece (which I now saw had a small bell on it, the round
ball with slots and something inside it, like a cat's play toy might have)
on top of it.
     "That's how you do it." And Daniel gestured to another such piece of
driftwood about twenty feet further down the riverbank. "That one's yours."
     "I thought we had come down here to fish."
     "We're going to fish. Just going to fish the lazy way."
     "Which is?" I wanted to know.
     Daniel went over to a large tree, and under which grew a dense
still-green grass. It must have been able to get just enough sunlight to
survive while getting enough shade to keep it from burning yellow like all
the other grass. "We lay down here and we wait for the dinner bell to
ring." he said.
     "Lay down?"
     "Take a nap." Daniel said. "Or did you get more sleep than I did last
night?"
     "I know what you mean." I said. I'd gotten maybe a half hour of sleep
all told. With another week to go. "But it sounds kind of boring."
     "Fishing is a thinking man's sport." Daniel said. "Now, we just lie
here and think."
     I shrugged and joined him on the sward (if that's the right word for
it...or was it a tuffet?), and stretched out beside him. "Okay, I'm in
thinking position. What do I think about?"
     "About what you're going to do the rest of the week you're going to be
here with us."
     I made a grunt in lieu of a shrug. "Don't know, frankly. I don't even
know your family, your Mom and my Mom are busy yakking away, my sister has
your sisters to yak about boys, and all I got is you, I guess."
     "That's about how I had it figured." Daniel agreed.
     "So what do you do all summer long here in the South?" I asked.
     "Fish, mostly."
     "The lazy way."
     "Sure. Gives a fellow a lot of time to think about stuff."
     "What stuff?"
     "Oh, like how you kept looking over at me all night long."
     "Huh?" I probably blushed, I felt my face heat, and I turned my head
away from Daniel.
     "Oh, that's okay." Daniel said. "I just wish we hadn't had Pete and
Nick in between us, is all. You could have done something more'n look. If
you'd wanted to, that is."
     Now I did look over at Daniel. He had on some baggy trousers and loose
shirt, and now he had a hand on his crotch, wrapped around his cock still
inside his pants.
     "Now that's something to think about." I agreed and turned to lie on
my side facing him.
     "I was thinking the same thing." Daniel smiled at me.
     "Uh, is this...are you and I...?"
     "We're third cousins." Daniel said. "Legal in all fifty states."
     "That's a relief." I said, and my hand reached over to replace his on
that tube in his trousers. "Mmm, just as nice and fat as I thought it would
be. Feels real nice."
     "It feels better if you take it out."
     "I bet it will." I unzipped his pants (easy with these super-baggy
things) and reached inside. The briefs formed an equally flimsy barrier to
my questing fingers, who soon had latched onto its prey and carried it
triumphantly out into the light!
     "Whoa!" I said when I saw it all firm and hard in the air. "No wonder
it was flopping about in the bed all night." Daniel's prick was about eight
inches tall and nearly twice as big around as my own. It was like taking
two cocks and welding them together so that you had an oblong, sloppy
monster that would have been more at home on a bull. My hand's thumb barely
touched my fingers when I wrapped them around it and skinned that heavy
load of skin it was wrapped in up and down the steel-hard flesh beneath. As
I did, it formed a heavy gray blob of fluid on the tip. I reached a
fingertip up to touch it and it clung like glue, stretched out in a slimy
rope as I lifted my finger up, which bent out and down into a loop before
it reformed into a glob dangling from my fingertip, reaching down on a
constantly thinning strand like a fat spider to glop itself onto Daniel's
pants' fly.
     "Yeah, come on, work it for me." Daniel sighed. "Make love to it, make
it feel good."
     "Yeah." I said, slowly. My hand went up and down it like a lover, if
the lover were kissing the body of its beloved, slowly, lovingly, up and
down and up and down. More of that fluid poured out, to dribble down and
over my hand. Bonding us together. So much precome, so much, it was
slopping onto my hand, making a mess.
     Begging me to lick it off. I leaned over and kissed that thick glans,
the precome smeared my tongue, the flavor of it hot and salty and meaty and
I wanted more, more!
     It was like being intoxicated, my brain shut down, lust was in the
driver's seat and it was hell-bent on taking this entire prick down and
sucking it fucking dry! I dove down on the huge organ, it filling my mouth
and more, stretching my jaw to the breaking point, but I wanted more, more,
I stuffed more of it down my throat, it wouldn't fit, I wanted it to fit
and it wouldn't fucking fit! In a raw grunt of frustration, I released him
and said, panting. "I got to have this in me, Daniel. I got to have it."
     "Hey, man, cool, cool!" Daniel said to me, soothing me, bringing me
down. "We got all day here, nobody's expecting us home. Take your time,
man, take your time."
     I was panting hard, and I swallowed and said, "I got to have it." And
I stood up and struggled with my pants, I was wearing jeans that clung to
me like traitorous old maids determined to thwart me, I got them off with
ill grace, and stumbling slightly, sent my briefs after them like a
naughty, nasty little child they had adopted. Daniel was lying there, his
own clothes still in place save for his dong, all slick with my spit and
proudly erect with his virility, and he smiled up at me as I got straddle
of him and then knelt down onto one knee, then onto both, and my hand
guided his prong to my butthole.
     Oh, God, it was so big! So fucking big around! I winced, but I didn't
pull away as the glans stretched me to the breaking point, and maybe
beyond, I don't know, I didn't feel any blood, just my body stretching some
more and suddenly I could fit it inside me, and the shaft followed, so
full, so full, I crooned with my need as the shaft filled me and slid in
deeper, deeper, deeper!
     "There you go!" Daniel said as I finally touched down on his lap. "You
got all of it. Damn but you're hot!"
     "Yeah, yeah, damned hot!" I grunted. I began to lift myself up and
Daniel moaned as I pulled on his cock with my tight, tight ass, it was like
his cock was trying to turn my asshole inside out. I pulled it up far as I
could, a couple of inches, and then I sent it back inside me. A few more
times, and it wasn't yanking me as hard as it had before. My body was
adjusting.
     Thank God! I was able to move faster, now, and as I did, Daniel was
lying under me, one hand resting on its fingertips over his forehead, his
eyes closed, head thrown back and slightly to one side. The very portrait
of a young man in the throes of bliss. Limp as a rag doll beneath me,
letting me do all the work. He made love like he fished. The lazy way.
     I didn't care, I had the energy, I had the drive, I had the lust and
best of all, I had his monster prong imbedded in my ass. I rode Daniel's
body like a cowboy rides a mustang he wants to break, and after a while the
lassitude he was affecting wore thin, he straightened his body, his hands
clamped onto my thighs and his hips began to thrust up into me as I bucked
up and down. His own passion was building. Mine...mine was waiting on
his. I needed him in me, all of him, I needed his jism to spark my own
climax. My body had made that clear to me early on, so I was working to
fill its contract with me. One load of jizz from Daniel for it, one orgasm
for me.
     Daniel was now the one beginning to lose it, his cock was throbbing
inside me now, it was so hard, and his hands clenched on my thighs so hard
his fingernails dug into my skin and I howled! It hurt, damn...it hurt so
good!
     I howled and Daniel did the same, he was clenching his buttocks and
driving that dong into me deep, and bucking up as hard as he could, and his
cock was...was...was...yes! Yes! Daniel was thrashing and foul words
mumbling out of his mouth so that I couldn't understand them, and he was
blasting his load up into my ass!
     Payday! Now, now, now! My own climax arrived right on cue, payment in
full, and I sprayed my own jizz onto Daniel's shirt, a heavy load that
equaled the hot squibs he was jetting into me, and so we came together, our
ejaculations ebbed and ended together, and we were two wrung out, weakened,
wet with sweat men who collapsed into and onto each other and I rested my
head at last upon his shoulder and he held an arm over me, the two of us
panting and gasping for breath.
     After a while, I untangled us and sat up, the cool green grass under
me. "Whew!" I said. "I had built up more of a head of steam than I'd
thought."
     "I'll say!" Daniel agreed. "Man, not even eight o'clock in the morning
and I'm already worn out."
     "So we rest a while and start again." I said, and then
remembered. "Unless the fish ring the dinner bell, I guess."
     "Oh, that." Daniel said. "The sun's on the river right now. The fish
won't start biting until it gets shaded, this afternoon."
     "This afternoon? So why'd we have to get here so damned early to
fish?"
     "For what we just did, doofus!" Daniel chastised me.
     I grinned. "Oh. Well, this certainly is the lazy way to fish, all
right! Not even any fish to bother us by making us catch them!"

				  THE END
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