Date: Tue, 02 Mar 2010 18:20:23 -0500 From: whitewold999@icqmail.com Subject: Fishing for Cock (gay/adult youth, oral anal, b/M) DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boy's discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between an underage boy and adult males... If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. If it is illegal to read such material where you live or if you find the topic distasteful the please leave now. If you enjoy the story or if it evokes memories of your own, please let me know. I am happy to write stories from outlines. Copyright 2010 Wolf, All rights reserved. You may contact me at whitewold999@icqmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Fishing for Cock By Wolf It was a warm summer's day when I took it upon myself to go fishing along the Manitowoc Rived in Wisconsin. I was an 11-year-old blond at the time. I was barely five feet tall and a rather skinny kid. It was the summer between the fourth and fifth grade. I was working my way along the back of the river on the sunny side to keep from casting a shadow on the water. I had stripped off my clothes so that they would not get wet, and I could wade out into the water. I hid them in a place I thought would be safe. All I had on was my white jockey shorts. I didn't expect to see anyone because it was a work day. I assumed everyone would be at work. When I came upon a pickup with a cab-over camper shell I assumed it had been abandoned, and didn't pay much attention to it. I thought I was an expert fisherman. Just after passing the parked truck I swung my rod in an effort to cast my line as far out into the river into a spot behind where the water swirled telling me there was a rock creating a backwash where fish would rest before continuing upstream. My line got snagged on something in the water, so I jerked back on the pole to trying to free my hook. When the line came free it flew back and the fishhook caught on the crotch of my underwear. My instinct was to cast again the hook sank deep into the flesh of my little penis. I almost panicked and came dancing out of the water whining because of the pain. That's when I first saw the man sitting in a folding camp chair at the back of the camper. I asked him to help me get the hook out of my privates. The man stood up and approached me. All he had on was a pair of khaki shorts. He saw where I had caught myself and just a hint of blood showing on the front of my wet underwear. He acted quickly to come to my aid. He took the fishing-pole from my hand and led me to his vehicle. The man sees where the hook has caught me. The man suggested that he would take me home so that my parents could take me to the doctor's to have the hook removed. I begged him not to take me home because I had ditched school to go fishing. If you take me home my mother will kill me. He said if the hook is not removed it will get infected. I might have to cut the underwear away to get a look at the hook. I was confused but in no position to object. The man squeezed the front of the underwear and a little more blood appeared on the underwear. I howled in pain. I agreed to let him do anything. The man carried me into the camper and sat me on top of the table with the laminate oak top. He pulled out a pocket knife and cut the fishing line. Then he pulled my underwear down. He pulled the material over the hook and line, so that he pulled my underwear free of my feet. He opened a cabinet in his camper and retried a first aid kit. He took out a small wire cutter and cut the eye of the fishhook off. Then he actually pushed the hook through the skin and pulled the hook all of the way through the skin. He smiled and told me that he didn't have any antiseptic. If he didn't disinfect the puncture I could get an infection. He suggested that there was one way to do that. He could do it the way the Indians used to do it. They used to suck the poison from wounds. At that point I would have agreed to anything. I told him that I would let him do whatever thought was the best. The man gave me a big grin. The man took my little 2.5 inch dick into his mouth and started sucking on me. The area above my dick was hairless and man placed his hand on it while he sucked on my dick. I had learned how to jack off from a friend and had been playing with myself for a couple of years. What he was doing to me was far more exciting than anything I had done to myself. I was soon gasping in the thralls of a dry climax. The man was fully aware of what he had induced in the boy. The man said, "Since we are sharing so much trust in each other. My name is Jim. I just took a few days off to enjoy the peace and quiet for a few days. What is your name?" I answered his question, "My name is Ken." After I came down from my high I asked the man, "What happened to me." Jim sat on the bench next to the table and said, "I think I should do that one more time to be sure I got everything out. There is also something I think would help. There is a gland located inside your body called the prostrate. If I massage it you will cum even faster. I need to stick my finger inside your butt to massage it for you." I agreed to let him do whatever he wanted. Jim starts licking around my little hairless balls and cock again until I got another boner. Jim found something to wet his finger and pushed his finger into my asshole so that he could massage my prostrate while he returned to sucking on my dick. While he was doing that, I admired what the man looked like. He was a nice looking man with black hair and sideburns. He had some hair on his chest. His hair was dry. There was no hair oil on his hair. I knew because I had placed my hands on top of his head while he was sucking my dick again. His finger was in my ass wiggling around. I was enjoying the way he was sucking me. I came again. Jim sat up and suggested that I come back again tomorrow to be sure that he got all of the infection out. I assured him that I would come back tomorrow after school. I put my underwear back on and picked up my fishing pole and headed back down stream to where my clothes were hidden. The next day I told my best friend all about what had happened the day before. He was very excited, "You're telling me that a good looking grown man gave you two blowjobs." I assured him that was exactly what happened. He wanted to come with me to watch him do it again. After school we headed directly back to the location where Jim was camping. When we approached his campsite he was sitting on the same chair as the day before. He was reading a book as I approached. When he saw us approaching he closed the book and got a puzzled look on his face at the sight of another boy with me. He asked me why I had brought along a friend. I told him that my buddy wanted to watch you give me another treatment. Jim got a big grin on his face, when I told him that. He ushered us into the camper. He told my buddy to have a seat at the table. After my buddy slid into the bench seat, Jim helped me get out of my school clothes. When I was totally naked he picked me up and sat me on that table again. This time he removed his own khaki shorts. He didn't even have underwear on. When I looked at his crotch I was impressed with the tool he was packing. All I could say was, "WOW!" My buddy also said, "Geeze!" Jim said, "You can take a closer look if you like. I was thinking about you all day after you left. I had to spend the rest of the day jacking off." Jim began the examination again. There were just two little punctures where the hook went in and came out. He handled my little dick carefully. There was no discomfort, and I got another boner. He said that he better give you another treatment to make sure. With that he started sucking on my cock again. Like the last time he stuck his finger into a jar of some sort of pink jell and stuck his finger back up my ass. In no time I had another dry climax that had my heart racing and I closed my eyes while the rush passed. Jim eventually withdrew his finger and lifted his head. He looked at my buddy and asked, "Would you like to find out what it feels like?" My buddy lit up like a Christmas tree, "Oh, YHEA!" I hopped off the table and slid into the bench seat on the other side of the table. Jim slid out of the other seat to allow my friend to get out. Jim helped him get out of all of his clothes and helped him get on top of the table. He was just as hairless as me. From where I was sitting I could watch him sucking on my friend's dick. I could also see under the table and watch Jim while he used his right hand to jack himself off. I could tell that he was circumcised too. I had never seen an adults cock up close before. I could see the crooked blood vessel working its way up the length of his big dick. He also had a thick bush of pubic hair. Jim's fist was pumping up and down fast and furiously. When my friend had his dry cum Jim climaxed and shot cum all over the linoleum floor. I soon wanted Jim to give me another dry climax too. My buddy and I thought it was very cool to get blown by an adult. We learned that he was 24- years-old. When we would drop by we would get in his camper and take off our clothes. He would blow us and we would jack him off. It was all we could do to get the mushroom head into our mouths. One day my friend had to go home after school. His family was going to his grandparent's. I headed for Jims place on my own. When I got there we went inside as usual. We took off our clothes and he sucked me off quickly. Then he sat me on his lap, while we talked. He asked me if I liked him giving me a finger wave. I assured him that I did like that. He told me that if I was willing he would be happy to teach me about fucking. I was reluctant to allow him to stick that thing of his in my asshole. After awhile I relented and agreed to allow him to fuck me. He draped me face down across the table with my legs dangling over the side. Whatever that pink jelly was felt cold when he spread it around the opening of my ass and stuffed some into the hole. He had plenty on his hand while he grasped the shaft of his cock. He used his greasy hand to jack off a little while. Then he placed his cold hand on my back and wiped his cock up and down the narrow valley of my ass. Then he pressed it against the opening. It hurt like hell. I started to beg him to pull it out. I was sobbing like a baby. Jim was not about to stop. He started fucking my asshole faster and faster. This time when he came it was in my ass. He continued to fuck me until he got hard again. My ass was numb by then, but I was still crying. When he withdrew his cock my asshole, it felt like my asshole was on fire. When I reached back to feel my asshole, it was wide open and the rim was swollen. I felt the slimy cum and had to check it out to be sure that it was not blood. My fingers were covered with white cum. I wiped my ass with a lot of toilet paper but never seemed to get all of the cum out of my ass. I finally had to get dressed and waddle home. I had to think about that a lot. I like having my cock sucked and sucking cock but getting my ass fuck hurt a lot. My butt still hurt the next day. I would not tell my friend what had happened. After school we headed for the place Jim had his camper parked, only to discover that the truck was gone. We could see where the truck had been parked and the tracks in the dust leading back to the paved road. I suspected that he had left, because he got scared that I would tell someone that he had hurt me when he fucked my ass. My friend and I were disappointed that he had left. We walked along the bank of the river on our way home. I told him that Jim had fucked me in the ass the day before. He wanted to know what it felt like. I told him the truth. I told him that it hurt like hell. It took awhile before I felt something that felt good. We kept talking about it on the way home. We had to try it. We stopped in some bushes near the river and I allowed him to fuck me. After Jim had fucked me, my friends cock slipped in easily. He was the one that whined when I fucked him. He never wanted to do that again. From then on all he wanted to do was suck cocks. I had to find another adult that would like to fuck a young boy. My problem was where to find one. It took me awhile to find out where to find the kind of men I was looking for. If you enjoyed the story and have a story you want me to write about your introduction to the world of male sexuality, please send your outline to whitewold999@icqmail.com