Date: Thu, 23 Apr 2015 22:49:26 +0000 (UTC) From: Bob Smith Subject: Fising Buddies Chapter 3 Chapter 3 During the week Scott mentioned that he and Travis were spending more time together while at school. Travis now sat with Scott and his jock buddies during lunch. I could tell by the way he talked that Scott and Travis were quickly becoming good friends. The next Saturday we arrived at the river about eight in the morning and found the boys waiting for us. Their clothing was the same as last week. Cargo shorts, t-shirts, sneakers without socks and a dark blue sweat shirt for the morning chill. I was beginning to wonder if they had any other clothes since they seem to wear the same outfits every time I saw them. I had to remember to ask Scott about that. We launched the boat and headed for the reef for some fishing. The boys were much more comfortable with the boat and Scott and I. When we passed the BA beach Scott said "That's the beach I was telling you about." We zipped passed the island and went further out into the Gulf. Once we got to the reef, the boys loaded their hooks with fresh squid and started to fish. Once everyone was settled, I asked them if they wanted some donuts and chocolate milk for breakfast. Of course, boys being boys, they said yes and I opened the cooler and passed out the food. Fishing was slow this morning. They had lots of "almost" but could set the hooks in time to land the fish. By ten o'clock, they were getting bored and warm. The three boys took off their sweatshirts and I again notice that none of them wore underwear. Scott was wearing nylon gym shorts again so each time he walked his unit swung around and was easily noticed. Then all hell broke loose. Chris had a hit and his line started to go out. He had the reel click off so the line went out silently. He stood up and waited. When he thought the fish had taken his bait, he set the hook. Hard. The fish took off and the fight began. Chris handled the fish very well for a twelve year old. It was easy to see this was a big fish. Chris' rod was bent so far down I thought it would break so I told him to loosen up the drag to take the pressure off his rod. The fish reluctantly slowed down his fight as Chris dragged him to the boat. When he was close to the boat, Travis snatched up the net ready to land the fish in the boat. Just when he was ready to scoop up the Red Snapper, he jumped back and almost fell off the other end of the boat. I looked over the side and watched a five foot long lemon shark come out of seemingly nowhere and snatch the fish while it was still on the hook. You could easily see its blunt, rounded snout as it seized the fish and headed into deeper water. Chris' reel sang as the line shot out of his reel as the shark headed down and away from the boat. He looked up at me with a "now what do I do look." "Looks like you got a lemon shark on your line. See if you can land him." Once he recovered his immediate panic, he settled down and tried to land the big creature. He lifted his rod tip as I showed him and reeled in the line. Each time he reeled in a foot of line, the shark took another two feet of line off the reel. His rod tip twitched and swung from side to side as he worked his fish. He was pulling up the rod tip when all of a sudden, the rod sprung back and the shark was gone. "Fuck!" he said and then looked at me expecting a reprimand. I didn't say anything. "That was fucking amazing." Scott said. "Yes it was." I repeated. "That was fucking amazing. You had a five foot lemon shark on your line." Chris continued to crank his line in. When he got it closer to the boat you could see he had the fish's head on the line with three inches of the fishes' body trailing behind the head. The rest of the fish was gone. Fish guts and blood leaked off his head into the water. The rest of the fish was eaten by the shark. The older boys looked and Scott said, "Fucking cool. Look how the shark took off his body with his teeth. That is soooo fucking cool" I told Chris to leave the bloody fishes' body hanging over the water. I took a hook remover and disconnected the hook from the fishes' mouth and it dropped into the water. All the kids were watching as it dropped into the water only to be snatched up by the shark again. We could easily see its yellow body as it shot by us snatching the fish's head in its sharp triangle teeth. "I think that's the shark you almost caught Chris. It came back for the rest of his lunch." Well, we still have a few hours before lunch so let's continue to fish." Over the next few hours we caught a few smaller fish, snapper and black grouper, but they were too small to keep so we released them. "Dad, I'm hungry. Can we eat some lunch now?" asked Scott. "Sure." I said. "Help me with the cooler." "Can we eat at the BA beach?" he asked." I looked at him and asked "You sure." "Yeah. I told Travis about it and he wants to go there." "What's the BA beach?" asked Chris. We ignored him. I questioned Travis, "You sure it will be ok with your mom?" "Yeah I told her we might go to the BA island beach and she is cool with it. She said she had been there a few times when she was younger. She even packed up our towels so we could swim." "OK! Let's eat lunch on the beach." We pulled up the anchor, the boys put on their life jackets and we headed for the island. The island sits alone on the gulf. It is shaped like a big U, with the U facing away from the mainland. The beach area is one of the few sandy beaches in this part of the Gulf but since the beach is somewhat hidden in the little inlet, it doesn't get much usage. We entered the bay and headed for the beach. I decided to run the boat ashore to make it easy for us to take out the cooler. Once the boat was settled, I told the boys to take the blankets and cooler to the shore. I set the an anchor on the stern and took one on the shore and drag it into the sand. The boys found a place under one of the few palm trees on the beach and set up the anchor. Although we had shade, I knew the boys would be swimming and getting a lot of sun while on the island. "Hey guys! Gather around and let me get some sun block on your bodies." I like the spray can kind of sun block and we tended to use a 30 spray most of the time so I grabbed a can from our beach bag. The boys gathered around me and I told Scott to turn away so I could spray his back. I started at his shoulders and sprayed down his back. "Lift up your arms." I asked. He did and I sprayed his sides and under his `just a trace of hair' arm pits. I also covered his legs and thighs. "Ok! Drop your shorts." I said. He dropped his shorts and took them off and threw them to the blanket. I sprayed his butt and hips. "Can you do your front areas," I asked, " or shall I do them for you." "You can do them." he said. "Turn around again." I sprayed his lower belly and his balls and dick. He rubbed the sun block around his balls and cock making sure everything was covered with block. "Next." I said. Travis stepped up and turned his back to me. I sprayed his shoulders and back. When I got to his lower back, he dropped his shorts without me even asking so I sprayed his butt and the back of his legs. "Turn around." I said. He turned to me and I was surprised. He was as skinny as a rail, but he had balls and an uncut dick as big as mine, no, bigger than mine, only no pubic hair at all. I wondered if he shaved, but there was no evidence of that. I drenched his balls and cock with sunscreen, but since he had already been tan there I knew I shouldn't be to concerned. He rubbed the sun block over his privates as I continued to spray his legs. "Next." I said as the older boys settled down on the beach. Being nude didn't seem to impact either of them they just wanted food and were digging in the cooler. Chris was another story. He reluctantly came over and stood with his back to me. I sprayed his back and legs and then asked that he drop his shorts so I could do his butt. "Do I have to?" he asked. "No but we are all guys here and I am sure you and your brother have been sun bathing naked before." I said. "How do you know/" he asked in almost a whisper. "You don't have tan lines." I said. "Oh!" he laughed. "But you guys better not laugh at me." With his back still turned toward me, he dropped his shorts. I sprayed his butt and the back of his legs. "Turn around." I said. When he turned around, I gasped. Scott and Travis were both taller than Chris, although Chris was stockier than his big brother. He was built like a fire plug. But once he turned to me and dropped his pants I could see he had a pair of balls and a cock that was man sized. Flaccid,he had to be four inches long. God knows how big it would be when he was fully hard. He also had a bush that was denser then Scott's. His sack hung way down his body and his nuts were fully distended and were the size of walnuts. They rived mine in size. He was a short little guy with man sized cock and balls. I looked at his baby makers. "Why would anyone laugh at you? You look perfect. Do they work?" I asked as I cupped his balls. He smiled. "Shit, yea! Ever since the fifth grade." "Let me finish spraying you with sun block although your nuts are so big I might not have enough in the can." I said. As I was finishing up I could hear Travis say to Scott. "See, I told you he was really mature. He can squirt like a fire truck when he cums." I took my own shorts off and I helped the boys pass out lunch. Although they looked at me intently, nothing was said about me being naked. We spent the rest of the afternoon at the beach. We did get company for an hour or so when a family in a big cruiser came into the inlet and settled on the beach for a while. Their kids were grade school aged and ran around naked while mom and dad sat, bare, on their blanket. The boys decided to take a walk that allowed them to stroll pass the mom on at least three occasions so they could see her tits. When I said that to them later, they said it was true and she had really nice tits. I am sure the women knew what the boys were doing and just went along with it.