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The Fishing Trip

By: ddsfantacy



It is a beautiful sunny afternoon. You came home from work and asked what I was up to. I told you nothing you asked me if I would like to go for a boat ride? I said sure, you wanted to do a little fishing and I wanted to lay out in the sun. Off to the boat we went. We get out away from shore a ways, feeling quite safe that I would not get caught, I get naked. You find a spot and stop the boat and drop anchor so you can fish. Not knowing that only a few feet away I am naked.

I will enjoy the sun beating on my bare body. I lay up on the deck while you are fishing in the back of the boat. Yes, I did bring my toys with me {knowing that I would be horny} a few vibrators and some butt plugs, Anal beads and a cock ring, some lube. You are busy fishing not paying any attention to me or what I may be doing. I am laying on my back with the sun shining down on my bare body. My body shines because of the sunscreen on it. I love the smell of the sunscreen that I use. It smells like oranges. An hour goes by and I decide to turn over. 

I come to you and ask you to please put some sunscreen on my back and the back of my legs and butt. {I would hate to have a sunburn on my full little bottom}You are surprised as this is the first time you have seen me since throwing anchor and not realizing that I was naked. You do as I ask and I leave you to your fishing. You cast out and reel it in but nothing is biting. 

You do this for a while and then you get bored. So wondering what I am up to you put away your fishing things and come to the deck where I am laying. I am not paying attention so you just kind of sneak up along the side and sit down and watch me. You know that laying out in the sun is one of the fastest ways to make me horny. You notice that I have my bag of toys out and you can hear this humming noise but you are not real sure where it is coming from so you just sit there and watch. I flip over onto my back again. 

Not knowing that you are there, My hands are wondering and rubbing my large breasts, pinching my hard nipples. I am so horny that my back is arched and finally my hand slips down to my clean-shaven pussy. I rub my clit a little but that just is not cutting it. So I take out a vibrator and turn it on. I slide that over my clit and jump because it feels good. I rub the vibrator over my nipples and over my clit. I am moaning and am extremely excited. 

You are sitting there just watching me do myself. You are loving what you see, your cock is so hard that you would love to jump right in and help me out but decide to watch a little longer. I have my legs spread wide and you can see my cunt is wet and you can see my pussy just throbbing waiting for attention. You take your cock out of your shorts and you start to rub it. Your cock is harder than it has been in quite a while. You need to get in on some of this action, your cock is just dancing with excitement. So you come to me and you take another vibrator and you turn it on. Running it over my nipples and down into my cunt and over my clit. 

This jumps me but I smile and invite you to help me out. All the while with my vibrator I am now running it over your nipples, over your cock and balls, and around your asshole. You position yourself at my head and I put on the cock ring, it is tight around your cock and balls but it will help you last longer. You kneel over my head and drop your cock into my mouth like a fisherman dropping a line in water. I suck on it and it is deep in my throat you can feel the tension building but you do very well by not unloading your load down my throat. 

You want to wait and unload it into my hot tight pussy. Your cock is in my throat and I am sucking on it I have taken a butt plug out of my bag of toys and placed it at your asshole after lubing it up with oil. I am starting to push it in. You are pushing back against it. You like having your ass full. Me too. You take the anal beads and lube them and start placing them into my asshole, one bead at a time. Oh goddd does that feel good. You take your vibrator and you have placed it in my pussy and are working it in and out with rhythm. 

I am getting into this and you know that I am about to cum, because I am sucking on your cock so hard that you are about to blow your cum down my throat if I do not stop. You move and we reposition ourselves. You lay down and put me on top of you with your finger inside the ring of the anal beads as I ride you. You are inside me so deep that I think you are touching my liver. 

I start moaning because I am really liking what is being done to me. Every once in a while you reach up and lick and suck on my nipples. Oh Godd I know I am going to cum and I tell you this. I am fucking you like there is no tomorrow. Slamming down on you hard, you keep slapping my ass and just about the time I start to come you tug out the anal beads one at a time making my orgasm extreme. I scream from the pain and excitement of the beads being pulled out one at a time. 

I am grinding you so hard that with your butt plug purring away inside your ass and my grinding your dick and sucking your nipples you explode inside of me shooting hot cum into my pussy. We then just lay there together in the glow of the afternoon and let the sun bake our naked bodies. We put the toys away for now and decide that it is time to go home. So we get dressed. As I am sitting next you on the ride I ask you if you enjoyed the day, reaching over and laying my hand on your semi erect cock? You look at me and wink telling me you enjoyed yourself very much. I tell you good, then squeeze your cock. Then I tell you wait till next time.

The Fishing Trip



If this was a story about an average, everyday, run of the mill fishing trip, I probably wouldn't tell it. It would be boring at the very least. No, my friends this was either the fishing trip from heaven or hell. I'll let you decide which of the two is the best description. I do know I'll never forget it nor would I want too. 

It began at the local bar I hang out in; it's just down the road from my house. The usual afternoon crowd was seated around the horseshoe shaped bar talking, laughing, and drinking beer for the most part. About ten minutes past the start of happy hour on a warm, bright spring day, I stood just inside the front door letting my eyes adjust to the dimmer light. For those that don't know happy hour starts at four and runs until seven. Fifty-cent draft and dollar long necks keep us coming in every afternoon like clockwork.

As my eyes adjust, I look around the bar, yup, sure enough, I know everyone here. Same old shit, different day. The same groups of people sitting or standing around talking to the same people they talked to yesterday and the day before. The same old men on the left front corner of the bar giving the barmaid a hard time or wishing they could anyway. The same bunch of young guys playing pool. The same sets of couples, married or engaged or just living together. The same single or divorced guys hovering over the same bunch of single or divorced women. Yep, this is home.

As I step up to the bar, the barmaid has my beer set out and takes my dollar with a nod and a "Hi, Bob." The reply. "Hey, Brenda." rolls off my lips before I even think about it. For the ten thousandth time I think to myself. "Man, I've got to get a life." As the end of the bar is full, I wander around to the left side and spot a stool close to the far end. As I climb up on the stool, I realize I'm the old single guy between two married couples. I can't help but wonder whose Sister or Aunt happens to be in town and needs a date. 

I tried to use the undivided attention on my beer trick but it was to no avail. Almost immediately Ruth asked what I had plans for the weekend. I started to tell her that I had several almost ripe virgins to take care of but realized that it wouldn't work here. I've never seen a virgin, ripe or otherwise in this county in so long I wouldn't recognize one if it bite me. So I replied with the truth, a bad move around here. "Well, I really hadn't thought about it much as it's only Tuesday." 

Ruth's husband leaned across and said. "Hey, that's great. Some of the kids and Nieces are coming up for the weekend and want to go fishing. Ruth and I are calling bingo at the VFW hall Friday night and Sunday afternoon so we're tied up. You can use my pontoon boat. They could probably run it themselves but I'd feel better with an adult along, you know what I mean. Anyway you know where they can catch some fish this time of year and they don't. I'm glad that's settled, I'll tell them tomorrow, ok?"

This was one long rushed statement. You may think there was a question at the end but there wasn't. Just an inquiry as to whether I had heard him or not. So I just nodded and went back to contemplating my beer. Early Friday, I'd figure some way out of this mess. I just couldn't see myself spending the weekend on a barge with a bunch of spoiled brat kids who didn't want to be there anyway. 

Well, here it is Friday afternoon and I'm back sitting at the bar again. I'd forgotten about the kids and fishing until Ruth walked up and said. "The kids will be ready to go around eight in the morning."

My little pea of a brain was rattling around inside my coffee can head looking for a reason I couldn't make it in the morning but it wasn't having any luck. To give myself time I asked. "How many kids are going?"

"Just my Granddaughter Lisa, her little friend from school and my Niece Taffy. The three boys are grounded for bad grades. The girls have been looking forward to this trip all week."

Three little girls, alright, they'd get bored easily and I'd be off the hook by noon at the latest. "Sounds good Ruth, I'll be at the boat by eight."

As Ruth headed back around the bar, I tried to remember Lisa and Taffy. I know I've met them, but it was years ago. One had dark hair and one was blond. They had been maybe eight or nine years old and I hadn't paid much attention at the time. Kids were never my strong suit; I tended to either treat them to much as adults or too much as kids. I never felt comfortable around them.

I arrived at the boat around seven thirty so I could unload the rods and tackle I'd brought, along with an ice chest with beer and cokes. The paper sack I stowed under the console held sandwiches and snacks for the girls. With everything stowed I fired up the outboard and let it warm up. 

It had only been daylight for about a half-hour and was still quite cool. I sat on the large seat that ran completely across the stern of the boat and sipped my coffee. I'd used this boat before and liked it; it was a pontoon boat, about twenty nine feet long and eight feet wide. There was seating for about ten people, four on the bench seat where I sat, two at the small table on my left, one at the steering console and four in back to back seating forward. There was plenty of room to walk around and a half top covering the rear seating area for shade. There was an aerated live and bait well in the floor by the console. All in all it was a nice setup.

I heard voices and laughing coming from up toward the house and figured the kids were on their way. As the three girls came around the end on the garage I was in for a shock. These three young ladies were in their late teens or early twenties. Where had the time gone? They couldn't be this old could they? Well, I guess they could, because they were.

Lisa did have dark hair, and was short and slightly over rounded in the gray sweat suit she was wearing. "Hey, Uncle Bob. Long time since I've seen you. Mom told me your name but I couldn't place you until I saw you. You remember Taffy don't you?"

I didn't really, but if she had looked like she does now, I'd have never forgotten her. Tall, blond, thin, in a college tracksuit. "Yes, I remember you both but you were only this tall, last time I saw you. Was that really ten years ago?"

Lisa laughed and Taffy smiled. In a deeper voice than I would have expected, Taffy replied. "Well, not quite ten but close enough. On the way up here we were trying to remember exactly who you were and how long ago we were here last. It'll be ten years on the forth of July and I was right and Lisa was wrong as usual. She is a P. E. major after all." She ended with a laugh.

All I could do was smile and cock my head. I was learning as I went. I recalled from the past that these two had quite a friendly rivalry going. It still seemed to be in effect.

Lisa broke in on my train wreck of thought. "This is my roommate at school, Terry; she's another P. E. major. We have to go in-groups to protect ourselves from the eggheads like Taffy; she's a Liberal arts major. What exactly is a liberal art, outside of the bedroom anyway?" She asked with a giggle.

While Lisa and Taffy were jousting with their wits, I looked over Terry. She was a nice looking young lady with red hair and a cute oval face. The rest of her was hid under Levi's and a large bulky sweater.

Once they were on board and had their stuff stowed, I untied the four ropes holding the barge centered in the boat stall and eased the motor in reverse. As I was backing around the girls found themselves places to sit. Taffy and Lisa were at the small table and Terry was curled up on the long bench behind me. As I got the boat headed out the channel toward the main lake I asked. "Well, what do you young ladies want to catch? Catfish, Bream, or White bass?"

Lisa giggled at the expression on Taffy's face. "Grandpa said you'd know what was biting and where. What are biting best right now and the easiest to catch? Don't worry about Taffy all she wants to do is work on her tan."

"Bream are the easiest to catch a lot of. A small piece of worm on a small hook in shallow water under a cork works well. Cat is the easiest to fish for. You drop a line baited with shad over the side and let it drag just on bottom, and then we let the fish do the work while the boat just drifts along. When one hits we grab a pole and reel it in." 

The girls looked at each other and Taffy said what was on all their minds. "I'm not touching a slimy dirty worm." All of them nodded.

I had to laugh. "O.K. I guess its cat fishing time. Let's get some bait." With that said, I made a sweeping turn up into a small creek mouth and dropped anchor. 

Terry looked around and asked. "Where are we going to buy bait at out here?"

Lisa and Taffy laughed as I got the cast net from under the forward seats. "Well Terry, we don't need a store. As usual Mother Nature takes care of her own. If you'll bring that bucket up here, I'll try to show you what I mean."

After unrolling the twenty-foot rope, I spread out the net and held it by the edge with my hands about three feet apart. The bottom of the net was facing away from me as I rolled the edge up in my hands. When the bottom edge was off the deck, I slowly moved the whole thing to my right, and then tossed it across to the left. My right hand and arm moving up and over my left. The net flew out about fifteen feet and hit the water flat with its whole six-foot span open. I let it sink about four or five feet as I knew the bottom was about six feet down. I gave the rope a sharp jerk to close the net and hauled it in hand over hand. I held the collapsed net over the bucket, opened it, and shook out a half dozen small shade.

"Hey, that's neat. Can I try?" Terry asked.

"Sure. Here loop the rope around your wrist." I watch her closely as she concentrated on the net. She had it rolled up nicely as I told her to turn a little more to the left so as to not throw in the same place I had. It was a nice cast although she didn't quite get her arms crossed far enough to get the net fully open. She let it sink almost to bottom before I told her to jerk and haul it in. 

As she opened it over the bucket about a dozen small shad and two large shad fell out. Lisa and Taffy both came forward to look at the catch. Lisa said. "That's a much easier way of throwing one of those than anything I've ever seen. Most people spin in a circle and get all tangled up in the rope, if not the net." She ended with a laugh. 

"Terry, make one more cast. If you do as good as you did on the first, we'll have enough bait for the mornings fishing." She didn't do quite as well on the second cast, fish wise but it was a much better cast. Four large shad made it into the bucket. "That's enough for now. Let's see how the fish are biting. If we need more we'll get them later."

I took the net from Terry and hung it over the front rail to dry. "Thanks Mr. Harlan. That was fun, I like trying new things."

"Terry, call me Bob, that's my name, Mr. Harlan was my father." I said with a smile.

After hauling in the anchor, I headed us out toward the center of the lake. The ninety-horse outboard was humming along and pushing this big boat about forty miles an hour. I was glad to be behind the console and windshield as it was still rather chilly. The wind was making it down right cold. All three girls moved over and huddled in behind me. I grinned to myself and eased off the throttle a little. It was about a five minute run out to the old river channel I planned on fishing. I just sipped my coffee and continued to grin, thinking about all those goose bumps piled up behind me.

As we neared the area I flipped on the depth finder and throttled down to about five miles an hour. As I got up to get the marker buoys from under the seat my mean streak took hold of me. "Were you girl's cold? Why didn't you say something, there's several blankets under that back seat. All you had to do was ask, I could have slowed down and could have gotten them out and been nice and cozy."

Lisa looked at Taffy and said. "He's just like Grandpa, letting us freeze just to make a point of us standing up for ourselves." 

Taffy looked at me and shook her head. "No, Lisa you're wrong on that one. He's just got a mean streak and it's a foot wide." When I grinned in spite of myself, she pointed and said. "See."

I continued to grin as I eased the boat back and forth across the deep channel. When I found the horseshoe bend I was looking for, I dropped a red marker on the outside of each side of the shoe. Then I headed up wind to get ready to fish.

The wind was light and out of the due south, it would be a good day to drift fish, and it would be warmer as the day wore on. There's a half dozen rod holders clamped to the rail along one side, I placed a rod in each. I had fixed them up with new line and rigging the night before. The rig was simple, the line tied to a three-way swivel, and a foot of line tied a one-ounce lead to the bottom and two feet of line ended in a number one hook. On the hook, I threaded one of the small shad and free spooled the line to bottom and stripped off another six or eight feet of line. 

As I was baiting the forth rod, the second one jumped in the holder. Lisa grabbed it and gave it a sharp jerk. There was a responding pull, as the fish got the idea it's free lunch had a small string attached. I told Lisa to keep the rod tip up and let it work against the fish. It wasn't a large cat but a nice keeper anyway. I got the dip net out of the overhead rack and netted it. As I hauled it aboard, I handed the net toward Lisa, who stepped back. "Hey, I don't unhook cat fish they have sharp fins. Anyway they're slimier than worms."

I laughed and shook my head. "Just hold the net while I get my pliers. I'll show you the easy way to handle these little ones."

Once I had both pair of pliers, I used the regular ones to grab the lower lip on the fish and the needle nose ones to remove the hook. "See it's just that simple. Hold him firm with these but be careful not to crush the lip on the small ones that we'll throw back. Then just drop it in the live well." I finished as the fish made a splash.

"You caught the fish, you bait the hook. Grab one of the small shad and I'll show you. Place the point of the hook in the mouth and bring it out the side of the gill plate, the turn the hook and run it back through the body near the tail, like so. Did everybody see how I did that?" I asked as I looked at each girl. There were nods all around.

I laughed and said. "Don't worry; I'll do the baiting unless you want to try it yourself. That's what this bucket is for, if someone will fill it about half full of lake water, I can wash my hands." Terry grabbed the bucket and headed up to lay down on the front deck and dips the bucket in. After I baited the other two rods, I washed my hands and dried them on one of the old towels I'd brought along.

By the time we'd finished that first drift it was around ten thirty and we had five fish in the live well. We'd also thrown back four or five smaller ones. Each girl had landed about three fish a piece. When we were a hundred yards past my down wind marker, we reeled every thing in and I fired up the motor to move us back up wind. 

This time, when I went to set out the rods I had plenty of help. Returning to the console, I removed my jacket and poured the last of my coffee. I sat down to relax and propped my feet up on the seat across from me. The girls had gotten the hang of getting the fish off and even putting new bait on. They were really enjoying themselves and so was I. They were good company in a young way, something I'd needed for a long time and didn't even know it. The bunch of old farts I'd been hanging around with, were making me old before my time. Three months ago, I'd celebrated my twenty first birthday for the twenty-second time. I wasn't old; I just had high mileage, that's the way I looked at it.

Terry said something to Lisa about it warming up and I couldn't hear her reply but all three girls laughed as Taffy opened the small ice chest the girls had brought. She pulled three cokes out and pasted them around. Terry placed hers in the drink holder and grabbed the bottom of that big bulky sweater she was wearing and peeled it off over her head. For a long time, all I saw was bare skin as she bent forward to ease it off over her long hair. When she stood up there was a lot of bare skin showing except for two small triangles of thin cloth that were straining to hold in and cover up a gorgeous set of well rounded breasts. They were a little large for her small frame but firm, high and tight as only a young girl can be. The large nipples made small tents in the thin fabric; the cool breeze had them standing tall and hard. The bright blue cloth was in sharp accent to her jeans and pale skin. 

"It's still a little cool, but it feels great." Was Terry's statement, as she saw the other two girls and me looking at her.

"We really couldn't tell." said Taffy. "If your nipples get any harder, they're going to shatter or poke holes in that excuse for a top your almost wearing."

"Hey, I can't help it if I grew over the winter. This is last years top and it fit fine then. When we dressed this morning I was still half awake. Anyway it's the only one I have, so it'll have to do, won't it." Terry replied then stuck out her tongue.

I had to laugh when Taffy said. "Don't threaten me with that. That's Lisa's department."

Lisa looked around at me and blushed a bright red. "Taffy will you shut up. Your mouths big enough to hold several feet and I'm not talking about the kind that wear shoes."

Taffy said. "Hey, I resemble that remark. Flattery won't get you any points with me."

About that time there was a mad scramble for the rod that jumped in the holder. Once they got it figured out, whose turn it was to do what; the fish was too small to keep. It was a three-ring circus from my point of view. If Terry didn't fall out of that top before the day was out, it would be a miracle. I took bets with myself to see which would be more important the fish or getting the top back on. I was betting on the fish.

The next fish was Terry's; it was a nice one of about four pounds. Taffy had the net and Lisa was on the pliers. They were doing fine until that cat made a flopping roll in the net; Terry had a loose grip on the handle and had the rim of the net laying on the rail. Lisa had a partial grip on the fish but still got slimmed across her chest. That flannel jogging suit top was a mess.

I jumped up to help but was waved away. "We got it." Taffy said to me. After Lisa dropped it into the live well, she turned and stared at Taffy. "You mean I got it. Look at this mess; this is a brand new suit. I'll never get the slime or the smell out."

I heard this one coming from a mile away as Taffy said. "What smell? You don't smell any different."

Terry and I laughed as Lisa sputtered and tried to think of a comeback. It was slow going, finally she asked. "You're going to give me a hand so I don't get this stuff in my hair?"

Taffy lent a hand and between the two of them the shirt came off without sliming the hair. I had been right; Lisa was a little on the chunky side but not bad. A little summer exercise and she'd slim down. She was built a lot like her mom, all tits, and butt. Short of waist and short legs, but all woman.

Her bikini top was better fitting than Terry's but was filled to capacity. I've seen double D's but this was verging on triples. The soft velveteen material and the wide shoulder straps were at their load limit. 

Taffy looked at Lisa, then at Terry. "Between the two of you I know where my other three or four bra sizes went. Lisa, you've blossomed or rather bloomed over the winter yourself. You two could make a small herd."




The Fishing Trip



Lisa looked at Terry with a grin and replied. "Jealousy is so sweet, especially from you, Taffy. I had to borrow one of my mom's old suits because mine was way too small. How do you like the new developments?" she asked as she shook her shoulders.

Taffy took a quick step back. "Be careful girlfriend, you could hurt someone if those straps broke. That's two new developments all right, Dallas and Fort Worth." She finished with a grin. "I guess I need to go ahead and get it over with, other wise you two will have time to think up some silly remarks."

With that, she took off the top to the running suit. There was nothing wrong with her breasts; in fact I liked them better. I never was a tit man; I always liked the part that went over the fence last best. Yes, I admit it; I'm an ass and leg man from way back. I'm told it's from my lack of breast-feeding as a baby. What can I say or should I for that matter.

When Taffy kicked off her sneakers and stripped off the bottoms of her suit I fell in lust. She had the cutest ass I've seen in a long time, pointed right at me as she bend to get the elastic cuff off over her feet. The small thong bikini bottom left both cheeks totally nude. I was in hog heaven. The view between her slightly parted thighs as she picked up one foot then the other was the stuff wet dreams are made of. That little sting only cover about a third of her little puckered asshole and a pair of fat little pussy lips were in plain view. I had to be dreaming, I know I was drooling.

She straightened up and tossed the pants onto the seat next to her. Then she made an adjustment to the suit that I couldn't see. She made a slow spinning turn before she asked the other two girls. "Well, what do you think of my new suit? I got it last week but this is the first time I've had a chance to wear it."

Lisa looked a Taffy for a long moment then asked. "Your mom let you buy that? Mine would have a cat and three kittens if I even looked at one of those."

Terry said. "What suit? Three, three inch by four inch pieces of material and some dental floss don't make a bathing suit."

Taffy laughed. "Yes it does, if my mom doesn't know I have it. Hey, I'll be twenty one in three months; I live on my own at school, I can wear anything I want. Of course I'm not stupid enough to wear this in front of my parents. They'd both beat me and lock me in a closet until I was at least thirty. Hey, Uncle Bob, what do you think of this bikini?"

She turned around in a circle again to give me the full view. I looked her over slowly then said. "Well, you see my opinion doesn't count for two reasons. One I'm an old lecherous bachelor and two; I'm not your father. Thank God for that."

"See, Uncle Bob approves." she said turning back to her two friends. "Although I think I've been raped at least twice since I took my pants off. That's what I get for taking my clothes off in public. It's also the effect I want it to have on the guys at school. If I can grab Uncle Bob's total attention, I'll kill the boys back home."

"Hey, wait a damn minute, I may be older, but I'm not dead or senile. Young lady it will surprise you one day what older men know and do, that these young studs you're chasing don't have a clue about. Experience and treachery will beat youth and enthusiasm every time. That is if we ever get a chance. That's one of life's little problems. By the time you get enough experience to know what you like and how to get it, everyone thinks you over the hill and out of the game. Let me clue you on these young macho punks running around out there, I used to be one of them, so I should know. Most are out to see how many notches they can put on the bedpost and what lie they can tell their friends if they don't. The only one they're out for is themselves. They haven't learned that a relationship is a partnership not a master, slave ego match." I paused for a moment, realizing who I was talking to. As usual I'd treated a kid as an adult and gave them unwanted advice. "Sorry, I didn't mean to give a lecture but I like you ladies and I'd hate to see anything bad or unhappy happen to you. I'm just talking with the voice of time and hard knocks. I'll shut up and fish."

"No need to be sorry. Speaking for myself I appreciate any information or advice that comes from someone who cares. I may not take the advice or use the information but I do think about it. You do seem to care about us; at least you're spending time with us and putting up with our BS better than most people." Terry said after a moments thought.

"Yeah, Uncle Bob we think it's great that you care enough to worry about us." Lisa added.

"Uncle Bob, I don't think of you as old or anything, you've always been fun to be around. I just meant that you have more experience and control than the younger guys we hang out with. We understand the stud, macho kind of guys you're talking about, but there are a few good ones out there. Sometimes they're hard to see or find among the crowd but they're there. Thanks for caring." Taffy said then walked over and kissed me on the cheek.

Terry yelled. "Fish on, whose turn is it? Taffy, I think it's you."

As Taffy grabbed the rod and yanked hard, her elbow caught Lisa right in the left Boob. Things were back to normal as the barbed wits begin to fly once more. This was a larger fish; about ten pounds, so I got up to help with the net and removing the hook. Everyone had to crowd around to watch. God, I hope these young kids don't know what kind of effect they're having on me. 

We finished that drift and reeled up to make another pass but as it was noon or there about; I decided to head over by the island for lunch. This time I didn't run as fast but it still put goose bumps on bare flesh. Lisa and Terry had both shed their bottoms and joined Taffy in the bikini club. Although Taffy was way ahead in the skin department, Terry was catching up fast. She had pulled the material in the back of the suit together and up into the crack of her beautiful round ass, then rolled the waistband down several inches. The effect was much the same as Taffy's bikini bottom but Terry has more ass to show. Lisa tried to do the same thing with her suit but the velveteen was too thick and bulky, so she pulled it up as far as she could and rolled it down until a little hair showed over the top. I finally made a comment about the ultimate bikini being two Band-Aids and a cork. They thought that was hilarious.

There's a small sheltered cove on the backside of the island with water deep enough for me to ease the big pontoon barge up to the sand beach. Once out of the light breeze, that had been blowing all morning, it was rather warm in the sun. I brought out the bag of ham sandwiches and chips I had stowed under the console earlier and sat them on the table. 

"Well, ladies, lunch is served. It ain't much but it's all I brought. There are cokes in the cooler and since you're not twenty one, stay out of the beer. I'll be right back, nature calls; too much coffee is not good. It's almost as bad as beer." I grabbed one of the anchors off the bow deck and tossed it onto the beach. After tying it off, I headed for the small grove of trees that sheltered the bay from the wind.

When I returned the girls were sprawled out on the front seats eating their sandwiches and drinking cokes. I snagged me one and sat at the table and opened a beer. That's when I noticed that Terry was sipping on a beer. "Hey, I said no beer."

She grinned and replied. "No, you said, no beer for the ones under twenty one. Well as of three weeks ago I'm legal. Anyway it's not one of yours; I brought a couple of my own." 

I had to grin, I never could tell a woman's age, especially the young ones. "Well, Terry's twenty one, Taffy is twenty, and how old are you Lisa?"

"I'm the baby of the group; I'm ten days younger than Taffy. How old are you, Uncle Bob?"

"Well, let's just say I just celebrated my twenty first birthday." I paused for a moment then went on. "For the twenty second time."

The girls laughed and Taffy said. "That a weird way of saying your age but I get the point." she thought a moment then continued. "That makes you one of those older men you mentioned earlier. Just what do older men know and do that the young guys don't know about?"

At this question I nearly choked on the last bite of my sandwich. "You sure know how to put a guy on the spot, don't you?" I said as the other two girls laughed. "I'm not sure if answering that question would embarrass me or incriminate me. I think it's best if I just let it pass."

This brought a loud round of complaints from the girls. 

"Ok, ok, let me see if I can put this delicately. Let's just say that wham bam thank you Mam will get you what you want once. But the older man has learned if he's smart, that if you please a woman as much as you can before worrying about yourself, then you'll get many more return engagements, so to speak." I thought hard for a moment then said. "It's a matter of priorities and experience. Put the lady first and use everything you've learned about the art of love. I mean, make love not the F word. I guess that's probably the biggest difference right there."

I expected the girls to laugh at me but they didn't. In fact they didn't say anything for quite a few minutes. Then Terry said softly. "Makes sense to me."

Taffy looked at Lisa and grinned. "Ask a question, but don't be surprised if you get an answer. I like that, now I know where everything has been wrong before. Thanks Uncle Bob, I was being a smart ass when I asked but I'm glad you gave us an answer."

"Hey Uncle Bob, are we going back fishing right now or we going to hang around here for a while?" Lisa asked.

"Doesn't matter to me. What do you girls want to do?"

"Can we go look this island over?" She asked.

"Sure. There's not much here but trees and rocks. Just watch out for snakes, I've seen several over the years. They like the warm rocks this time of year, so be careful." I added.

"You two go ahead. I'm going to get a blanket and lay on the beach for a while, the sun feels great." Taffy told Lisa and Terry. 

As the two girls hopped to the sand and headed out to explore, I got up from the seat I was in and opened it up to get a blanket for Taffy. "Uncle Bob, Did you bring a bathing suit with you?"

"No, I gave up my Speedo years ago." I said with a laugh. 

"I bet you looked good in one. The girls probably fell all over themselves trying to get to you." She said.

"Yeah, right. I was tall, skinny, shy, and clumsy as hell. Just every girl's wet dream." I replied.

"That's all changed now, right?" she asked.

"Oh, sure. Now I'm tall, fat, and clumsy. I did get over being shy." I laughed.

"Come on and get some sun with me. We can talk until they get back. I like talking to you; you don't talk down to me like most older people. I have above average intelligence and am more mature than I look. Most people just see the kid on the outside but not the person inside. It's a bummer." she said as she took the blanket and tucked it under her arm. "Grab yourself another beer and come on, please." She half pleaded as she turned to walk away.

What the hell, a little sun couldn't hurt my neon tan. Anyway a little vitamin C was supposed to be good for a fellow. I snagged another beer and kicked off my deck shoes, before walking to the bow and jumping down to the warm damp sand. I stood there a moment watching Taffy walk across the sand and spread the blanket out. Quite a sight I must say. Ninety five percent of her was bare and that was more erotic than if she had been totally nude. As she bent to straighten the edge of the blanket her cute little ass winked at me again. She went around to the far side and did the same thing over there. Her breasts were not small by any means. A nice thirty four or thirty-six C. Just right for her frame and build. That body would hurt most men and make them like it.

To distract my dirty mind and the distinct throb in the front of my jeans, I turned to look around the woods and rocks to see if I could see Lisa or Terry. The sun was hot on my dark blue sweatshirt, so I sat my beer down and pulled it off over my head. As I hung it over the rail of the boat, I rolled and worked the muscles of my upper back and shoulders. I hadn't realized how tense I was. As I rubbed by shoulders and neck, I felt there was still a bit of muscle under the skin. I glance down at the inch or so of spare tire hanging over the top of my Levies and thought for the thousandth time I needed to do something about that. All in all, I was in better shape than most guys my age, although that ain't saying much.

I heard a faint voice to my left front. After a second or so of searching, I saw the two girls high up on the top a large rock. They waved and I waved back. They turned and moved across the rock and out of sight. I had to shake my head, here they were in my care, and they decide to go rock climbing. If they got hurt someone would kill me. I thought about going after them, and then tried to figure out how I was going to get up there. Again I shook my head and wandered over toward the blanket.

Taffy was laid out on her back with her hands under her head. God, I was getting to be a dirty, lecherous old man. I'd forgotten my beer and had to back track to get it. When I turned back, she had spread her feet about two feet apart. The vee of her legs drew my gaze directly to the small patch of cloth trying to cover her sex. It barely covered her mound and the tiny string was lost in the fat folds of her lower lips. The thought that I could eat that literally for hours, stumbled across my mind as the throb in my jeans became a swelling bulge. The thought that I didn't need to be any closer to her zipped through my mind. Then again, I had said I'd come sit with her, I rationalized. Down boy, down.

I sat down on the blanket and stared out past the point at the lake. I took a sip of my beer as I realized there wasn't a hair showing anywhere around that small piece of cloth, she called a bikini. Was she completely shaved or was there a small patch of blond curls under the cloth. Hold on old son, that was the way to insanity at the very least. I needed to get these girls home and myself back where I belonged before I became a much bigger fool than I already was.

I decided that when Terry and Lisa returned, I'd remember something important I had to do back in town. Wait a minute that's how I got into this in the first place. By not being able to make up a reasonable excuse why I couldn't take them fishing. What made me think I could do so now? 

About then I heard Terry yell from up the beach. "Hey, guys, come see what we found." 

I looked up to see her running toward us. Well, I won my bet, only it paid double as first one breast popped out of the undersized top, then the other one. Terry didn't even slow down, I don't think she really noticed until Taffy sat up and started to laugh and point. "Are we going topless now?" Taffy yelled.

Terry skidded to a stop and spun around, frantically trying to cover up without falling down. She stood there for several seconds mumbling something about. "This damn small ass top." she had untied the string in the back and was trying to get everything stuffed back in place and the string retied, but wasn't having too much luck. She bent forward and tried a second time before standing back up and throwing the top at Taffy. "The hell with it. Bob's already seen all there is to see and I'm sure he knows what boobs are all about. Right? And you guy's have got your own so the hell with it. I'm tired of fighting with the damn thing."

Taffy was rolling with laughter and I had a big grin on my face as I asked. "Do you really eat with that potty mouth or are you a sailor in disguise. Although I think the disguise is falling apart." then I laughed.

Taffy crawled over and retrieved the top and got to her feet. Again her beautiful ass and pussy lips were displayed to perfection. She tossed it back to Terry and said. "You'd better stick it in the string of your bottoms; someone else may decide to visit the island. Family shows should be kept in the family, so to speak." She turned and looked down at me. "Do you mind if I loose mine, Uncle Bob. I didn't want tan lines on my breasts anyway."

"Taffy, you girls can dress any way you want as long as no one else shows up and this doesn't get back to your folks. I just want to remind you that I am a dirty old man even if I'm still working on the age, and I'm going to look at what you show. All three of you are beautiful young ladies and I'm a human male and there's no dirt on my face yet, so I'm going to look and enjoy."

Taffy laughed and replied. "Uncle Bob, You've already been looking. I've even seen you drool several times. Of course, we're going to tease you because we can. At least I know I have." She laughed again as she removed the small top to her bikini and shook her firm breasts to emphasize her point. 

Terry giggled and said. "Let me snag a beer and we can go see what Lisa and I found. It's a big fish, the biggest one I've ever seen. It's lying on the shore around the point in some rocks. Lisa says it's some kind of Bass." She climbed up to the deck of the boat and returned with two beers, handing me one.

I followed the girls across the beach and up the slope toward the tree line. Terry leading the way, still had the material of her bikini bottom pulled up tight into the crack of her lovely ass, so I had two sets of bare buns to watch. We moved slowly between the trees and between several large rocks before we came out onto a long narrow point. Lisa was kneeling on the wet sand, leaning over a small rock ledge. She looked up as we approached and did a double take on her two friends.

With a quick look at me she asked. "We're going native I take it?"

As Taffy and Terry explained to her what had happened to Terry's top, I took a closer look at the fish the girls had found. When Lisa had been brought up to date, I said. "Ladies if this thing was alive and you'd caught it on a rod and reel; you'd have a new lake record for Stripped Bass. I figure this one would've weighted around fifty to fifty-five pounds on the hoof. It probably got in to close to these rocks chasing shad and got hung up. I'd always figured there were some large Strippers in this lake but this one's at least twenty to twenty five pounds over the record."

"This thing makes our catfish look like bait." Lisa added. "I wonder what it would be like to hook one like him."

Terry asked her. "Do you have your water skis with you?" and everyone laughed.

Taffy looked at me and asked. "How do you catch one of these?"

"Well, basically the same way we've been catching the catfish but with a bigger rod and a much bigger bait. They hang out along the drop-off points along the river channel and you can sometimes see them on the depth finder if you know what to look for." I answered.

"Can we try to catch one, Uncle Bob?" Lisa asked.

I looked up at her, she was serious. "Not today, the rods we have are too small and so is the bait. Anyway the bait needs to be alive and shad are hard to keep that way. Your Grandfather's boats not set up for it. Anyway next month will be a better time as the spawning run will be starting."

Lisa looked at the other two girls and said. "What do you think? Can we make it back up here next month for a weekend? There's spring break, which would give us a week to fish."

The other two girls looked at each other as if to say they could think of better places to go on spring break. "Please, please, please." Lisa pleaded.

Terry shrugged and Taffy said. "Well, it's been a long time since we checked out the guy's around here. Anyway, we'll blow a bunch of people's minds when they ask where we were over the break. The girls won't believe us and the guys will be duly impressed." She finished with a laugh.




The Fishing Trip



"Uncle Bob, will you take us?" Lisa asked. 

"I'll have to check my very busy schedule and see if I have an open day or two around then." I said as I watched Lisa's face. As the pout started to set in, I laughed. "Yes, I'll take you guys fishing. Anytime you want to go just let me know; I've had more fun today than I've had in a long time. Anyway the scenery here is much more pleasant than in the bar, which is where I'd be if you three hadn't come along." 

Lisa looked at her two friends. "I feel over dressed for some reason." Saying that, she reached behind her back and unsnapped the top to her bikini. Slipping it off her shoulders and breasts she tucked it into the side of her bikini bottom. With that done, she reached up and rubbed and massaged her large breasts for several seconds. "That feels much better. That material itches like crazy." With another look at her friends and a glance at me, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her bottoms and peeled them down and off.

Terry giggled and Taffy said. "Lisa, what are you doing?"

"Hey, you two are running around with bare butts so I'm going you one better." She said and giggled. 

I laughed and pointed out. "If you're going to run around naked, we'd better get back to the beach and close to the boat before we have the law after us. There are people living in those houses across the lake you know." All three girls turned and looked across the lake then hot footed it toward the woods. I had to laugh again as I followed at a slower pace.

I made a short pause for the cause in the woods on the way back to get rid of the last of the coffee and the first of the beer. By the time I got to the boat there were three sets of bikinis hanging on the rail and no girls in sight. I stood looking around for a few moments wondering where they had gotten off to now, when I heard a soft giggle from under the boat. Kneeling down I saw three heads sticking up out of the water under the pontoon boat. 

"Come on in swimming Uncle Bob." Taffy said.

"Not on your life." I answered. "I'd freeze my dingus off. That waters way to cold for me or for you, for that matter. If you three get sick, make sure and tell your parents this wasn't my idea."

Standing up, I shook my head and went over to sit on the blanket. It wasn't but a few minutes later that three naked sea nymphs emerged from the lake and clambered aboard the barge in search of towels. Wrapped in towels and carrying another blanket, they returned to the beach and settled down next to me. They huddled up and wrapped up in the other blanket. Another five minutes and the huddle broke down into a tickling match. I'm not sure who won but I sure enjoyed it as a spectator. 

That didn't last long, as I became the next victim. I guess they didn't care for my laughing. I'm not ticklish but I wasn't about to tell them that as I was enjoying it too much. Three squealing, wiggling, naked young ladies, what's not to enjoy? Especially when they pile in on top of you. Then it took an ugly turn, when it was decided to de-pant Uncle Bob, as he was totally over dressed.

Lisa climbed up and sat in the middle of my chest facing my feet while Terry and taffy worked on my belt and zipper. They were sitting on a leg apiece. I kept arching my hips and rolling from side to side, not enough to throw them off, just enough to put up the good fight. Anyway, I was enjoying the great view I was getting of Lisa's ass and pussy spread out just inches from my face. 

Terry and Taffy had the belt and zipper undone and were trying to wrestle the pants down off my hips. As the pants finally slipped down, I heard Lisa say. "Uncle Bob, you've been holding out on us." My tongue wouldn't quite reach Lisa's goodies but I blew a stream of warm air across her nether lips and ass hole. She squealed and wiggled her hips, as she did I bucked my hip and she slipped farther back toward my face. Her little brown ass ring contracted and relaxed just before I speared my tongue deep into her hot wet vagina. She jumped forward like she was shocked with a high voltage wire and her squeal went up a notch.

Then she settled back and pressed her opening wet sex against my face. I started applying my tongue to all the folds and creases I could reach. Licking and sucking her inner and outer lips, then running my tongue from her little brown anus to within an inch of her clit. Her hips were wiggling and jerking as I did so. When she let out a long low groan of pleasure, I zeroed in on her clit and sucked it between my lips. When I did she ground her pussy harder against my mouth. As I started to lick and flick my tongue back and forth over this sensitive nub, a set of fingers gripped my hard shaft and a warm wet tongue made a long swipe up one side. Lisa's body started to shake as she hunched back against my face. 

After a long few seconds, she pulled herself forward, out of my reach. As she did, I felt the head of my penis engulfed in a hot wet mouth. A warm tongue was working over the shaft as another mouth sucked on first one ball than the other. That's all folks, turn out the lights, stick a fork in me, I'm done. I came harder and longer than I've ever done before. Three mouths continued to work at me until I was completely drained.

Lisa slowly rolled over off me as the other two girls finished removing my Levi's. Taffy walked up my body with one foot on either side of me until she stood over my head. Slowly she squatted, saying. "You've been eyeing this all morning. Would you like a taste? I know I would love for you to, I'm hot enough to fry an egg."

I reached up and placed my hands on her hips, pulling her down, and forward. My tongue teased at her fat outer lips and smooth slick mound for several seconds before slipping into the warm wet folds of her inner sex. I worked my tongue up and down between the long thin inner lips and sucked on each one in turn. As I moved my tongue farther down to run it around and round the open to her hot sex, I could feel the hot fluids running out. I speared the opening with a sharp stab and got a small drink for my effort. Looking up between her parted thighs I could see her massaging her breasts and pulling and pinching her own nipples. Moving back up, I circled the tip of my tongue around her clit several times, before flicking it across the swollen bud. Bang, that's all it took, she had been on a hair trigger. She came with a loud moan and grabbed my hair, grinding her clit against my mouth.

Taffy finally relaxed and moved over to lie next to me. I looked the other way to see Lisa and Terry locked in a very active sixty nine embrace. From where I lay, I could see Terry's mouth and tongue working fiercely at Lisa's open sex. From the way her hips were wiggling and jerking I knew Lisa was doing the same to her. Taffy rose up on one elbow and said. "Don't pay them any attention. They're at it all the time. Sex fiends are what they are. Boys or each other, it doesn't matter to them, as long as they get their cookies." She finished with a laugh.

"Me on the other hand, I occasionally like a warm wet mouth, but I prefer a long stiff one." She continued as she reached over and grasps my manhood. She ran her tongue around the head like it was a drippy ice cream cone, and then popped the head into her hot mouth. I jerked at the sensation as her tongue swirled around the head. Raising her head, she looked at my hard shaft and then up at me. "Hum, I think we have a winner right here." She said as she gave me a gentle squeeze.

Taffy climbed up to straddle my hips. She eased down and wiggled her hips to seat my hardness between the lips of her wet sex then slowly began to rock back and forth. I could feel her warmth and wetness build as she dry humped me. Why they call it dry humping I'll never know. There's nothing dry about it if it's done right.

After about a minute or two of this, she gave a little shutter and raised up high enough to center me at her hot wet opening. Slowly she settled back until I was hilted in her hot, soaking wet hole. God, she was tight. I started to move my hips but she place her hands on my chest and shook her head. "Please don't move or I'll go boom way to quick. You feel a lot bigger inside than you looked outside. Let me do it at my own pace."

Who am I to argue with a lady, especially when she's impaled on my manhood? Slowly she began to rock her hips in slow, short movements. When I'd licked her earlier, I'd notice that her clit was just above her opening. When she'd slipped slowly down on me a moment ago, her clit had rubbed against the shaft all the way. Now as she rocked, it was rubbing gently in two directions. Another dozen rocks and she started to shiver again. "Damn." She whispered as she stopped moving.

I heard Terry say. "You go girl." as she and Lisa giggled.

"Uncle Bob, for all her talk, you're only her second and her ex was not what you'd call hung. Pencil dick is more like it." Lisa said with a laugh. 

Taffy moved up about three inches then slowly back down, with a long drawn out moan both ways. She did this several more times before collapsing forward on her hands. "Oh, man. I think I'm going to have to say Uncle, Uncle Bob." She started to rise up, as the head of my shaft was nearly clear of her channel, I grabbed her hips and pressed down as I rammed my hips forward, impaling her again. She shivered and jerked as I reversed direction and pulled almost out again before ramming it home. Four long hard deep thrusts and she let out a long yell and collapsed for real on my chest. She lay there for several minutes with her eyes tight shut as her body jerked and twitched around me. Slowly her eyes blinked open and she sat up. Her hips gave a little jerk, and then she asked in all seriousness. "What the hell was that? I thought my body was going to explode."

Lisa and Terry laughed and I grinned. Taffy looked from me to the two girls and back. "Welcome to the land of the big "O," girl friend." Lisa said with a laugh.

"I've had orgasms before, but not like that one. I don't understand?" Taffy said with a shake of her head.

"Taffy, they come in all sizes, from little piss ant size to full blown, mind blowers. You finally got yourself a mind blower." Terry kicked in. "Now, get your skinny little ass up from there and let a real woman show you how it's done. That is if you can stand up to the job, "Uncle" Bob?" she finished.

Taffy rose up and my still hard shaft literally popped out of her. "What do you think, Terry?" was all I said.

She just grinned and took a seat on my hips. "I think that will do nicely, thank you. As someone once said. "A good man is hard to find and a hard man is good to find." That suits me to a tee."

She raised her hips and ran the soft spongy head up and down the cleft of her sex. It was already plenty wet from Taffy but who am I to argue. Terry inserted the head in her opening and slowly settled down on it. She was almost as tight as Taffy. But where Taffy was unsure of herself, Terry knew what she wanted and how to get it. I was in for one of the best rides of my life. She started out with long slow steady strokes, with me helping, but before to long that turned into a hard rocking rub. Her insides were rolling and hot as hell. I tried to hang on and not to cum, as I wanted it to last forever. As she started to cum, it put me over the edge. We made quite a mess but no one was complaining. Except for maybe Lisa who also wanted a ride. 

As it was, she decided it was her job to clean up our mess. I not sure who was enjoying it more, me, Terry, or Lisa. After she was finished I had her lay down on her back so Terry and I could give her a return tongue-lashing. I thought she would go out of her mind as first I licked and sucked at her, and then Terry took a turn. Finally she had to call time out and pushed our heads away.

"Enough already, I'm as satisfied as I've ever been or ever will be. I didn't know a person could be eaten to death. What a way to go or cum, whichever." She stuttered and stammered.

Terry looked at me with a grin that mirrored my own. She leaned in closer and licked my lips, then kissed me. "Yummy, you taste just like Lisa."

"So do you on this end." I said still grinning.

"No, way." She said. "I think it's time to say Uncle, Uncle Bob." she finished with a laugh.

I looked around at the other two girls laid out on the blankets and shook my head. "Damn, I hope this isn't a wet dream I'm having." was my thought as I stood up and walked over to the boat. Climbing up, I rummaged in the ice chest and found four beers. I passed these out as I sat down, then lay back on the blanket. I realized I was one tired puppy. In my mind, I laughed and thought. "Duh, I wonder why you're tired, you lecherous, dirty old man, you."

As I sipped on my beer I looked at the sky and with a start realized the sun was quite a ways down. I wondered what time it was briefly, then thought, who cares. We had a good mess of fish in the live well and the weather was nice. We'd head home shortly, maybe even fish some more.

I must have dozed off. Lisa's gentle shaking and calling of my name finally brought me back to life. The sun was down behind the trees and the air was once again cool. Terry and Taffy were getting dressed; Lisa had on her bikini top and was pulling on the jogging suit bottoms. I lay there watching them for a moment before I realized that I was still naked and maybe I should get dressed myself. 

Once the girls were loaded aboard the boat and wrapped in a blanket apiece, I retrieved the anchor from the beach and pushed off. Firing the motor, I slowly backed out of the cove and turned the boat towards home. I kept the speed slow and steady, as I didn't want the day to end. I turned sideways in my seat and told the girls how I felt. 

Terry, who was sitting right behind me leaned forward, placed her arms around me, and kissed me on the cheek. "We've had fun today ourselves, Uncle Bob."

"Yea, we have." Lisa said. "I've never had as much fun fishing in my life." She ended with a grin.

Taffy laughed and added. "I know I'll never forget this trip and to think we have a whole week of the same to look forward to at spring break." 

At the thought of a whole week with these, horny young ladies, made me swallow hard. Well, I'd said I needed some exercise but maybe I should add something to my life insurance plan, just in case. 

The girls spent the remainder of the trip back to the dock discussing the up coming fishing trip. There was even talk of camping on the island several nights as to be closer to the fishing area. There was quite a bit of chuckling and giggling over that. There was even talk about asking several other girls from school to join the fun. There was talk about asking several guys along but that was vetoed because they knew their parents would never allow it.

At the dock, the girls helped me tie up the boat and get the rods and ice chest loaded into my truck. They drew the line at cleaning the fish so I was stuck with that job while they went to get cleaned up.

They returned just as I was finishing up. They took the fish filets and went into the house to wash and bag them. I finished my clean up and grabbed my last beer from the ice chest and went to see how they were doing. They had everything under control, so I started to say my good-byes.

"Hey, not so fast, Uncle Bob. We have a little present for you in thanks for the fun day and the good fishing." Lisa said as all three girls grinned.

Lisa stepped forward and lifted the hem of the short skirt she was wearing to display a bright red g-string pair of panties. "Take them off me Uncle Bob and keep them as a reminder."

As she raised her leg so I could get them off her foot, I took a quick lick at her bare young pussy. She giggled, dropped the skirt back into place, and stepped back. 

Taffy stepped forward and the same thing took place except Taffy grabbed my head and rubbed her sex against my face. 

I expected Terry to do the same but she didn't. I looked at her and she grinned. "I'm not wearing anything under this dress, Uncle Bob. I'm the present that Lisa was talking about; I'm your date for the rest of the weekend. That is if you want me to be."

I looked at her hard, then at the other two girls. A grin now spread slowly over my face as what she said sunk in. "I would be honored to have you for a date or anything else you that you might want." I said softly. "My only question is how did you get stuck with this so called honor? I assume you drew the short straw."

Terry laughed as she walked over and took my arm. "Quite to the contrary, it was my idea. I'm over twenty-one so if we go for a beer I'm legal and I think you're cute and attractive in an older sort of way. Anyway I enjoyed my pony ride on the island and I can't see any reason I can't enjoy it again in a more comfortable surrounding, like a soft warm bed." She finished with a wink.

As we walked to my truck arm in arm, I carried Terry's overnight bag. What a hell of a day it had been and what a hell of a night it will be. I know what I'll remember this fishing trip as, but I'll let you make up your own mind.



The Fishing Trip



Prolog, yeah I know the fishing and camping stories have been done to death. To be honest it is one of my favorite plot lines. So here is my version of a well used and worn out plot line.

My two buddies and I have been planning this trip for a long time. The first fishing outing of a season has turned in to a tradition for us. The Midwest winters seem to get longer and colder each year. To say cabin fever is setting in by spring would be an understatement. I wasn't expecting anything unusual to happen. I had my things packed up and ready to go on Wednesday night and my boat all prepped and out of winter storage on Thursday. I met Bob and Joe Friday night and we headed off to the resort. The trip wouldn't have been that bad except Bob and Joe were in a strange mood. They were acting like teen-age boys instead of mature men. They kept trading wise cracks that had a sexual innuendo with each other. I just ignored them hoping they would get the hint and start acting their age. An hour after we left home we stopped in a truck stop to get some gas for the truck and get something to eat. I filled the truck up with gas and went in to the restaurant to meet up with Bob and Joe. They were sitting in a booth again trading sexual innuendos with each other like a couple of 12 year olds. I just ignored them. The waitress came over; she was a friendly woman in her early 50's maybe late forties kind of plump with large breast. 

"You ready to order sir," She asked

I looked up a got a closer look at her, she was smiling and her nametag said Kathy, I replied, "Yes I am Kathy I'll take a hamburger with everything, fries and a glass of water.

Kathy asked, "What brings you three up here so early in the season?"

Joe replied, "First fishing trip of the season it is kind of a tradition for us. We have been looking forward to it all winter."

Bob added, "We have been doing it for years. Give us a chance to get away from the wife and kids and have some male bonding time."

Kathy asked in a kidding tone, "What do your wives think of all this male bonding?"

Joe replied in a joking manner, "They just want us to go out and have a gaaay old time with our selves."

God I couldn't believe he said that, I was so embarrassed I just wanted to crawl under the table and die. Instead I said, "I'm sorry some times your kids just never grow up and they wonder why you never take them any where."

"I know what you mean I can't take my husband anywhere and he likes to have a gay old time with his friends once in awhile," Kathy said.

Bob asked, "Sounds like fun, you ever get to watch?"

Kathy smiled and then said, "Of course he knows how much I like to see him have fun with his friends."

Joe then asked, "He like being on his knees?"

"That is his favorite position and he is very good at it," Kathy said she then took Joe and Bob's order and left us.

"I can't believe you two some times, god I have never been so embarrassed in my life," I said crossly to Joe and Bob.

Bob replied. "Lighten up man we were just having a little fun with her, just like she was having fun with us."

"Oh yeah," I replied, "What would you say if your kids acted this way in public?"

"They do act this way, we just never find out about it is all," Bob replied. "Besides half the fun was in embarrassing you."

I just sat there silently eating my supper while Joe and Bob talked about the up coming weekend what our plans were. When we finished eating Kathy brought over the check we figured the tip and I left a generous amount for putting up with their bullshit. When she came back with the change Bob asked, "You and your husband going to come up and help us eat all the fish we are going to catch this weekend?"

"Sure would love to," Kathy said.

I rolled my eyes back and wished this would all end.

Then Bob asked, "What is your phone number so we can call you and your husband."

Kathy wrote a number on a slip of paper and handed it to Bob then he said, "We will get in touch to let you know how we are doing,"

Kathy then said with a cheerful smile, "Sounds like fun I'll let my husband know." Then she walked off to wait on another table.

As we were walking towards the truck I scolded Bob, "Jesus are you fucking crazy. What the fuck are you trying to do. For fucking Christ sake what the hell would Sue do if she finds out your hitting on some waitress.

Joe Responded first, "Man would you just chill out we were only having some fun with her. If you took a second to notice she was having fun with us also. It's not like we asked her to come out to the truck and do all of us at the same time."

"Yeah," Bob added, "It seems the only one who has a problem with what went on is you. What has gotten in to you this past year? It seems you're turning in to an asshole in your old age. There was a time when you would have been joining in, maybe even starting the joking with her."

"Maybe your right," I said then I continued, "Ever since I took this new job a year ago I have been under so much pressure at work and I can't seem to leave it there. I bring it home and some times I can't help my self and I take it out on Judy if the kids were at home I would probably take it out on them also. I should just find a new job and tell these people to go and fuck themselves."

Joe said, "That is the whole point of these trips, to decompress form all the pressure at work and home. You don't know if you loosen up and keep a open mind you just might get a new prospective on your problems at work."

Nobody said anything while we were driving; I guess I killed the mood. To be honest I did feel bad for being such a killjoy. When we got to the resort we checked in at the main office and unloaded all of our gear at our assigned cabin. The cabins were pretty small just a main combination room of kitchen and living room with a fold out couch and two small bed rooms. We put our stuff in the corner of the room and food and beer in the refrigerator. Bob looked to see what was on TV. The resort did not have cable so just a quick flick of the dial showed nothing was on. We looked at each other and Joe said, "What should we do for the rest of the night.

Bob said. "We could play a few hands of cards and drink a few beers."

"Sounds like fun to me," Joe said.

I don't gamble on principal I just feel I work to hard to earn what little money I have so I said, "If were playing we're not betting money if you want to play for points. That is ok by me," they agreed. So we sat at the small kitchen table and played a few hands. Lets face it poker is not a hard game to play. Especeally when you play with two guys who depend completely on the luck of the draw. I ended up winning most of the hands and they quickly became bored. Joe and Bob started to kid with each other again. This was starting to annoy me but I kept my mouth shut because at least this time we were not in public plus I didn't want to be a wet blanket on there fun.

After a couple more hands Bob said, "Let's play strip poker."

Joe quickly replied, "Sounds like fun kind of puts and element of risk in the game."

They both looked at me and I replied, "Aren't we a little old for that? If you two want to play nasty like pair of ten year olds then go right ahead."

Bob looked at me and said, "Why don't you lighten up and just try to have a little fun. Stop being so serious all the time."

Reluctantly I agreed so we cut the cards to see who would deal first. I drew a Jack of Hears, Bob drew a Ten of Hearts, and Joe drew a Seven of Clubs.

I took the deck of cards shuffled and started to deal out five cards each. We picked up our hands and looked. I had three fours, and a six of spades and a seven of hearts. I looked up at Joe and Bob from their faces it looked like they had crap in their hands. I took two cards, Bob took three cards and Joe took 4 cards. Looks like I was right. Joe laid down a pair of threes, Bob laid down a pair of eights, I looked at them smiled and laid down three fours and a pair of fives. Joe stood up and took his shoes off. I gathered the cards shuffled again and dealt out five cards each. I looked at my hand and saw I had total shit. I took four cards, Joe and Bob each took three. I thought to my self this does not look good. I picked up my cards again and saw I had three tens at least this is better. We laid down our cards, Joe had pair of sixes, Bob had three fours and I laid down my three tens. Joe took his sox off and I dealt another hand. I had three fours and a pair of sevens. Joe took three cards, Bob took four, they both looked worried when I didn't take any. We laid down our cards. Joe had three tens, Bob had two queens and I laid my full house down. Bob kicked off his shoes the game pretty much went like this until Joe was down to his under wear and Bob was down to his pants and under wear at that point I had only lost two hands so I still had my shirt and pants on.

As I was dealing the next hand Bob spoke up, "Lets up the stakes here to make it more interesting."

Joe asked, "What do you have in mind?"

Bob said, "Looser had to suck the other two off."

I looked at Joe to see what Joe's reaction would be as he was the one who was the furthest behind. They both looked at me to see what my reaction would be then I said, "You have to be kidding, aren't we a little old for such games? If you two want to fool around go ahead it's fine by me, I don't care, what goes on here stays here just like it always has in the past"

Joe said, "I'm game besides I don't think I will be the loser."

Frustrated by this I thought the way these two are playing I will be the over all winner and I could decline in any kind of fun they thought we are going to have tonight. So I dealt another hand. I picked up my cards and I had a three of spades, a six of clubs a ten of hearts, queen of hearts and an ace of diamonds. This was the worst hand I had all night. I just stared at the cards and decided to keep the ace and throw the rest away. What I got back was just as bad as what I threw away. Bob and Joe both took two cards. For some reason I thought my luck was changing for the worst. We laid our cards down and just as I thought I had the low hand so I took my shirt off and for the first time in the game I was not ahead. Bob had the high hand so I handed him the deck of cards and he shuffled and handed the deck to Joe to cut. Then he dealt out five cards. I picked up my hand and took a look I had for nines with king high I decided to stand pat. Bob and Joe each decided to take two cards each. They looked at they're hands and Joe laid down a pair a jacks, Bob laid down a pair of eights, I smiled then I laid down my four nines. Bob frowned when he stood up and took his pants off. Bob handed me the deck then he said, "Just so we are clear the first one to lose a hand when they are completely naked is the loser."

Being ahead in the game I said, "What ever it's fine by me." I just wanted to get this farce over with. To be honest I thought it was completely stupid to be in this situation.

Joe said, "Ok sounds good to me."

I shuffled the cards and handed the deck to Bob so he could cut them. He handed the deck back to me and I dealt out five cards each. I looked at my hand and saw I had three fours. I threw the other two cards on the table. Bob took three cards and Joe took four cards. As I was dealing out the cards I said to Joe, "Looks like your going to get a taste of dick tonight."

Joe said, "Maybe the game isn't over yet."

Then I said, "You ever do it before? Or would this be your first time?" I was trying to put some pressure on him to make him make a mistake in the game. What he said next really surprised me.

"Not since I was a kid guess you could say every one has some kind of experience like it." Joe replied.

We laid down our cards, Joe had a pair of threes and Bob had a full house Kings over Queens. Joe stood up and took his underwear off with a relief I thought this game would be over soon.

Bob still had the deal he shuffled the cards and Joe cut them he dealt each of us five cards. I looked at my hand and was surprised to see a flush of hearts I stood pat with what I had. Joe took four cards and Bob took four cards We laid our cards on the table Joe had a king high and Bob had a 10 high I laid my cards down and thought what a perfect waist of a good hand. Bob thought he was getting robbed so he stood up with a scowl on his face and took his under wear off. Joe and I got a glimpse of his semi erect circumcised cock if I had to guess it would be about eight inches at full hardness. Joe could not take his eyes off of it and my physical reaction surprised me in that my lips started to tingle and my mouth was watering. Either one of these guys lose on the next hand, this joke of an evening will be over I thought to my self as I was dealing out the cards. I picked up my cards and saw I had a full house sevens over eights. I stood pat on my hand, so did Bob and Joe I thought to my self this could be interesting. We laid down our cards and to my surprise my full house of sevens and eights lost to Bob who had a full house of jacks over queens who was beaten by Joe's hand of four kings. I stood up and took my pants off. They both kind of chuckled and I said, "Don't laugh your both one loosing hand away from being on your knees."

Bob said, "The key word there is losing. You think you could go through with it if you lost or will you be a little boy and chicken out."

I replied, "The way you two been playing I don't think I'm going to lose." I then handed the deck of cards to Joe. Joe shuffled the deck and handed it back to me to cut. I handed the deck back to him and he dealt out five cards. I picked up my hand and saw I had a pair of aces I discarded three cards, Joe took two and Bob took two. I picked up my cards and saw I had the pair of aces and a pair sixes. We laid our cards down I had my two pair of aces and sixes, Joe had three fours, we both looked over at Bob and he laid down four eights. They both looked and me and grinned, I stood up and took my underwear off and Bob, said, "Looks like one more losing hand and you will get your first taste of cock."

"If I turn queer because of this it will be your fault," I replied.

They both laughed Joe handed the deck to Bob and he said as he shuffled the cards, "Looks like the last hand of the night, then we will see who is man enough to back up his bet."

Then I asked him, "What if the loser chickens out? What happens then?

"The second highest hand sucks off the winner," Bob replied. He handed the deck to Joe to cut the cards then he dealt up five cards each. I picked up my cards and saw I had a full house Queens over Jacks I decided to stand pat. Joe drew three cards and Bob didn't take any. I laid my cards down first they both looked at my hand and with out saying a word Joe laid down five cards spade flush. I knew it was not going to be my night when Bob smiled laid down a full house aces over kings. There was a short pause we just sat there looking at each other then Bob spoke up, "Well are you going to pay up or what?"

I looked at both of them they had their hands under the table I was wondering what they were doing, then I said. "You really don't expect me to do this do you?"

"A bet is a bet if you didn't want to pay the price you shouldn't have bet." Bob said.

"Look I'm not gay to be honest I have never even thought about doing anything like this." I said. I lied on that last one to be honest I thought about it a lot. It was one of those shameful thoughts that you're too embarrassed to tell any one about. The last thing in my life I wanted was to be labeled a queer or fag. I was comfortable in my life and I really didn't want to do anything that would jeopardize it. There was how ever that one part of me that did want to do this. I felt like I was in a battle with my self. On one hand I didn't want any part of this for fear of being labeled fag or queer I also had the fear that if my Judy ever found out she would leave me in a heart beat. On the other hand was there was a part of me that did want to do this.

Bob said, "As for you being labeled you should know us both well enough by now to know that won't happen. Besides what goes on up here stays here just like it always has." Then he and Joe got up to go and sit on the small couch. When they sat down they began to stroke their cocks then they looked over at me and Bob said, "We're ready when you are."

I felt like I didn't have any choice at this point. On one hand if I did this with them my only hope would be they would keep they'd mouths shut and forget this happened when we got back home. On the other if I didn't do this they would continually ridicule me for the rest of the trip maybe even for the rest of my life.

I stood up and walked over to the couch and knelt in front of Joe. Because he had the winning hand I thought he would be the one I started with. I reached over and started to jack his cock looking at it while my hand went up and down the shaft in slow easy strokes. I looked at his dick then I looked up in his eyes and Joe said, "Go ahead it's not going to be that bad, if you let yourself you might even enjoy it." 

I just looked up at him and thought yeah right that's easy for you to say. He then reached out with his right hand and put it on the back of my head and gently pulled me to his crotch. 

The tip of his cock touched my lips he slowly move it across them then he said, "Go ahead lick it take your first taste." I stuck my tongue out a little bit and licked the tip the head of his dick. Then Joe said, "Yeah that's right lick the head," then he said as I was circling my tongue around the head of his dick, "Oh yeah that's right get into it your making me feel so good." Joe then said, "Open your mouth and start sucking me I want more," he then put pressure on the back of my head to pull me in to him and I open my mouth and his dick entered my mouth. I worked my tongue around the head and started bobbing up and down on the shaft. The taste was not like anything I expected it was not unpleasant at all pretty soon he started to leak precum at first it was a little bitter then its was just a light slick salty taste in my mouth. I decided to get this over with as quick as I could. The only way I figured I could do that was to get him off as quick as possible so I started sucking him harder and bobbing up and down the shaft quicker. 

Then Joe said, "Look at him Bob he is really getting into it, If he doesn't slow down he is going to get me off in now time." 

I started to speed up and Joe said, "God that feels good he is almost as good Mary."

I started to put more effort in it and to my surprise I liked what I was doing I thought to my self this is really fun. Then Joe's cock swelled up in my mouth and his breathing became quicker and he said, "Oh god, of god, oh god I'm coming." The he started to thrust his dick into my mouth and with each thrust a spurt of cum came out. I didn't stop sucking on him till he went soft the he pulled his flaccid dick out of my mouth and looked down and smiled at me and said, "God that was great, I haven't had a blow job like that in a long time."

I looked up at him and smiled then I said, "Your welcome I'm glad you enjoyed it."

I then looked over at Bob and said, "Your next I'm ready when ever you are."

I moved over in front of Bob and got between his legs. I looked directly at his cock. I was wrong before it wasn't eight inches in length it was more like nine and it was very wide and strait as an arrow. He reached behind my head and guided me toward his massive cock when it got with in an inch of my lips I opened my mouth and got about half of it in. Then I rose up and twirled my tongue around the crown then I went back down till the head hit the back of my throat and I started to gag but I went back up before I lost control.




The Fishing Trip



Then Bob said, "Wow that is great but try swallowing when you get it to the back of your throat and see if you can get it all in."

I went down on his cock again just like before but this time I started to swallow when his cock got to the back of my throat this surprised me because it helped to get the monster cock past my gag reflex and down my throat till my nose was buried in his short pubic hair. I worked the shaft with my tongue and applied sucking pressure, his cock got even larger and harder in my throat. Bob started to thrust his hips holding me against his stomach with his hands. He started to breath faster then he said, "Oh god get ready here it comes your getting me off now." He then pulled my head back so only his large mushroom head was in my mouth and I felt his orgasm spurting on my tongue. He pulled his dick out of my mouth when it went soft I looked up at him then smiled and swallowed his come.

Then Bob said, "You sure you have never done this before? That was as good as Sue does."

"Yeah I'm sure." I replied.

"With the effort you put in to it you must have really enjoyed it. Would you like to do it again some time?" Joe asked.

I didn't say anything I just got up off my knees and went in to one of the bedrooms and lay down on the bed. I looked down and for the first time I noticed my dick. It hadn't been this hard in a long time it also hasn't felt this good either. I reached down and slowly stroked it. Thinking to my self, wow I not only sucked my first dick to night but I sucked two dicks and I really liked doing it. It was something I would like to do again but I was still afraid of what would happen if my wife found out. I could hear Bob and Joe talking in the other room; I couldn't understand what they were saying. Maybe they were talking about how much fun they had or maybe they had some regrets about what happened. At this point I was just too tired to care and with in a few minutes I drifted off to sleep. 

To be continued... 



The Fishing Trip



Usual stuff, this is fiction and I've taken a few liberties with reality. Oh, and we're all over eighteen.

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Preamble
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"Hi Tom, what's up?" I looked up to see Jerry, my best friend coming over to where I was sat.  We had arranged to meet, as usual, in the bar of the Newton Arms. 

"Nothing much. Have a pew." I pushed back a chair for him to sit on.

I've known Jerry since forever and, before we go any further, let's get the jokes out of the way. Yes, I'm called Tom and he's called Jerry just like... oh, for heaven's sake, don't think that we haven't heard them all a thousand times by now. We grew up together and, even now, we're still the best of friends. Now that we've left school we're both enrolled at the University Of Central Lancashire in Preston. I'm doing a catering course and Jerry's doing design. Here's hoping that either of us will get a job at the end of it but, for the moment, that's all a couple of years away.

When we're not doing our college courses we tend to hang around together. We like the same music, share the same interests and, when it comes down to it, nobody understands me the way Jerry does. Mind you, part of me feels like I live in his shadow. He's smart and sexy and bright and, unlike me, often has a girl friend. Not that I'm surprised. He's the sort the girls go for. Mind you, none of his girlfriends seem to stick around for long. I guess he hasn't found one he really likes. 

"So, what are you doing for your hols? Are you going away with the folks?" Jerry asked after a while.

"Nah," I replied. "I'd rather do anything than go on another holiday with Katie! She drove me scatty last year," I replied. Katie is my little sister and, at thirteen, she's five years younger than me and a total and complete pest.

"In that case, do you fancy a bit of fishing?"

"Fishing? I don't mind a bit of fishing but it sounds a bit dull? We've fished most of the Ribble and I don't see that as much of a holiday."

"Not the Ribble, not anywhere around here. Let's go to the Isle Of Arran, that's the spot. Look, I've picked these up." Jerry pulled out some glossy brochures and handed them over. "We can get a week's rental of a cottage complete with a boat and it will cost us next to nothing, not if we split it fifty-fifty. During the day we do a bit of sea fishing, at night we hit the local pub and see what whiskies they sell. There's even a distillery on the island."

I flicked through the brochures. I'm not as keen on fishing as Jerry is but a week away from home, just the two of us, sounded like a lot of fun. We went through the brochures and did all the sums: cottage rental, boat hire, a bit of cash for food, a lot of cash for drink, enough petrol to get us there and back and, by the time we had finished, we'd got a pretty reasonable budget. If I leant on the old man and pointed out how much he'd be saving by not paying my air fare to the Algarve this year, then I should be able to afford it.

And so the trip that would change our lives was set. That was in March; now fast forward five months to July and picture Jerry's battered Fiesta pulling off the ferry and onto the magic that is the Isle Of Arran.

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Sunday
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Thanks to the wonders of sat-nav, and the fact that Arran only has one road worthy of the name, it didn't take too long to find Loch View cottage. We went next door and introduced ourselves to Angus McTavish, the owner, who let us in and showed us around. The brochure didn't exactly lie but it was definitely economic with the truth and the cottage, which looked perfectly adequate in the photos, was tiny. The original building, which probably dated back to the days of Braveheart, consisted of two rooms, a living room and a bedroom, with a more recent extension tacked on the back. The extension consisted of two further rooms, one a bathroom, the other a kitchen. Even so, as Jerry put it, in the bathroom you could do three things beginning with 'S' without having to move and, as for the kitchen, it was a good job I wasn't planning on cooking anything more complex than bacon and eggs. But it was the bedroom that was the killer. It was only about ten feet square and completely dominated by a king sized double bed. Yes, that's right, one single solitary double bed.

"But... but... but I thought the cottage sleeps two," Jerry protested. He scrabbled in his pockets and pulled out the brochure. "Look, look, it says here, sleeps two."

"Aye, and that it does. D'ya no see that it's a double bed? Sleeps two as snug as a bug in a rug."

"But we're both guys," I chipped in.

"Don't fret yourselves. We're pretty broad minded here. We'll no be minding if you want to share. Now, as I was saying, the water heater has a switch here. Don't leave it on all day or you'll..."

As Angus continued to explain the various appliances which, by the looks of things, he must have scrounged from the local scrap heap, Jerry and I looked askance at each other. Only one bed! Still, we were here now. We'd just have to work something out.

By the time we'd unpacked and settled in it was far too late to do any fishing. Even so we walked back down to the little bay and the landing stage to have another look at the eighteen foot motor boat we'd hired. It looked solid and seaworthy. They had been reluctant to let us have it at first but, fortunately, when I was fifteen, dad had pushed me to get my RYA Yachtmaster Costal certificate and that persuaded them that I knew what I was doing. Even then, Mr McTavish had gone over the safety rules time and time again and we had to promise that we wouldn't go night fishing. Having checked out the boat without the owner looking over our shoulders, it was time to walk the couple of miles into Brodick, the local town. We'd talked about driving but neither of us was prepared to be the one who stayed sober enough to drive us back again.

Much, much later, full of fish and chips and several pints of heavy, we made our way, rather unsteadily, back to the cottage. When we got there we slumped down in the armchairs and had one last can of McEwans and, at that point, we knew we finally had to address the question of where we were going to sleep. We were both pretty sossled but neither of us wanted to be the selfish one, neither of us wanted to see our best mate sleep on the floor.

It was Jerry who broke the deadlock.

He had got to his feet and was looking around for something, anything, we could use as a spare bed. He'd got to the door of the bedroom and was leant against the door jamb, staring at the bed.

"Look," he said wearily, "I'm completely bushed and if I don't get my head down soonest, I'm going to pass out. What's more, come tomorrow, I need my Captain Ahab fresh and awake so as to steer the good ship Pequod on a true course to find the great white whale..."

"What the fuck are you talking about," I asked. "Who the fuck is Captain Ahab and what the fuck is the good ship Pequod?"

"Moby Dick, you ignorant arsehole. Captain Ahab is... oh, never mind. What I'm saying is that we both need our sleep and, if there's only one bed then we're going to have to share. It's plenty wide enough. It's about the only thing in this shack that is king size. I'll take the left, you take the right. OK?"

I looked at him and he just shrugged. I'd run out of excuses, I too wanted to just pass out, to surrender to the beer. 

"OK," I agreed, "but bagsies first on the bog." And, before he could move, I stood up and went into the bathroom. Why is it that, for every pint of beer you drink, you have to piss two pints away. It seemed to go on forever but, once I'd finished, I gave my face and hands a quick wipe, brushed my teeth and came back out again. Then, while Jerry was in the bathroom, I had the chance to get undressed and get under the covers. I hadn't brought any jim-jams, I didn't think I'd be needing any, so I kept on my boxers. I thought about a tee shirt but it was plenty warm enough so I went without.

Five minutes later Jerry appeared from the bathroom. I pretended to be asleep but, even so, he turned off the light before getting undressed. Not that it made that much difference. It really doesn't get dark that far north, even at one in the morning. What is more, the sky was clear and the moon was full and, as the bedroom curtains were as cheap as the rest of the cottage, they let plenty of moonlight filter into the room. I peered out from between half closed eyelids and watched him take his clothes off. I wasn't the first time I'd seen him naked, I'd often enough watched him get changed after gym at school or when we'd gone swimming at the local baths, but the dim light and the fact that we were away from home seemed to change everything. I'd never quite looked at him in that way before. He's got a really nice body. Lean without being skinny and with a slim pair of hips. He's quite handsome and, with his wavy shoulder length hair, it's no wonder the girls all go for him. I tried to check out his dick. Of course, we've done comparisons before; as I said, we go all the way back and adolescent boys can't help but compare but, even so, I wanted a little look. Unfortunately it was too dark and, anyway, like me, he kept on his boxers.

"Are you still awake," he whispered as he slipped under the covers.  I didn't reply as I didn't want to let on that I'd been watching him. He moved across until he was nearly touching me. "Good night, Captain, good night," he breathed the words so soft I hardly heard them.  And, with me wondering what that was all about, he settled down and, moments later, we were both fast asleep.

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Monday
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I'd meant to set an alarm but I was so drunk I forgot and that meant that I didn't wake until the sun hit my face which, after all that beer, was a bit much. It was streaming in between the flimsy strips of cloth that pretended to be curtains, letting me know that the day was fast ticking away. Blinking in the bright sunlight I sat up and looked around me. I leaned out of bed to reach over to my clothes and rummaged through the pockets of my jeans until I found my mobile. It was well gone eight o'clock and, if we were to get out on the water, then we needed to get a move on. All this moving about had woken Jerry and he rolled over and opened his eyes. I think we both felt a bit shy, waking up in bed next to each other, and we exchanged glances. Still, we'd been friends for far too long to let something like this come between us. 

"If we want to catch some fish we can't lie around in bed all day," I said.

"OK. You're the keen one. You can have the bathroom first," Jerry offered.

"Err... no... it's OK, you go first," I replied. Normally I would have jumped at the chance but, unbeknownst to Jerry, I had a classic early morning erection. My dick was as hard as iron and there was no way my boxers were going to hide it. I was never in a million years going to let him see it like that. However, as I said, Jerry is smart and he picked up on my reluctance.

"What's up? What's brought on this sudden burst of manners," he asked playfully.  He looked at the way that the thin duvet lay across my lap. "I know why you won't get out of bed, you've got a stiffy, haven't you, and you're scared I'll see it."

"I haven't!" I lied.

"Have!"

"Haven't"

"I know how to prove it. Let's have a look." Jerry whipped back the covers and I only just managed to roll over fast enough.

"If you haven't got a stiffy then why are you trying to hide it from me?" he said with an air of triumph.  "Go on, show me."

"No way!"

"Scaredy cat, scaredy cat," he taunted before reaching across so as to try to roll me back towards him. I fought him off and this led to quite a bit of a struggle, all very friendly, of course, but neither of us held back much. It ended up with the pair of us falling out of the bed, landing in an ungainly heap and all tangled up in the duvet. More by luck than anything else, I was the one who ended up on top and I had his arms pinned. I looked down and it turned out I wasn't the only one with an early morning erection. The bulge in his boxers was just as big as mine. Using my left arm to keep his arms pinned over his head I reached down with my right hand and took hold of the waist band of his boxers.

"Seems like I'm not the only one with a stiffy. Let's have a look, shall we?" I taunted.

I gave a tug and pulled his boxers down allowing his prick to spring clear. I still had him sort of pinned down although, by now, he wasn't fighting back so he just lay there with his prick standing proud and strong. For all that we were just mucking about I thought it looked just fine. Then this impulse just came to me and I couldn't help myself. I wrapped my fist around his prick and stroked it up and down. It felt fantastic and it wasn't even my prick that I was rubbing. I pushed down, watching fascinated as the tip of his prick emerged from the foreskin before easing it back up again. It was as if I'd never seen one before, never played with one, despite being the proud owner of an almost identical model of my own.

And then Jerry groaned.

Oh my god! What was I doing! What would he think, that I was gay or something? I dropped his prick and squirmed away from him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...," I mumbled incoherently as I got to my feet and made a dash for the bathroom. For a while I sat on the bog with my heart pounding. I'd been so stupid. I hadn't meant to... I didn't... I'm not.... Oh, I was so confused. There was a knock on the door.

"Tom, Tom, are you OK in there?"

And that's Jerry all over. I've just put us in the most embarrassing situation possible and all he's worried about is me.

"I'm fine, really, I'm fine," I replied although, heaven knows I was anything but.

"Well, don't take too long. I need a piss as well. I'll put the kettle on." He sounded completely normal.

Five minutes later I emerged with my towel wrapped around my waist. Jerry was sat in the lounge wearing just his jeans.

"Your coffee's in the kitchen. Have you finished in the bathroom?"

"Yeah, all done thanks. About...."

"I'll go and get my shower then," he cut across me. It was as plain as day that he didn't want to talk about what had happened. I guess he knew we were stuck together for a week and, making a big thing of it would only sour the holiday. It would be best forgotten, best if we never mentioned it again. I gave a sigh of relief as he closed the bathroom door behind him. I'd made a fool of myself but got away with it.

Less than an hour later we were setting of out to sea. The little boat proved to be very rugged and whilst the Honda outboard was all but antique and a little small for an eighteen footer, it started easily enough and put-putted away as we set off in search of fish.

Not that we found much or even cared much. We got out on the open water, set our lines and sat back to wait. You really couldn't have asked for better. Whether the fish were biting or not, the scenery was fantastic, there was little more than a light swell and just enough breeze to keep it feeling fresh. At some point we ate our sandwiches and washed them down with a couple of cans of McEwans from the cool box. Come five o'clock and, rather than heading home, we set a course for Brodick where we tied up in the harbour and made our way to the chippie.

Given that we still had to sail back to the cottage I didn't want to leave it that late nor get that drunk so, at ten o'clock and with the sun just setting we made our way back along the shore line. Jerry, exhausted after a day out on the water, flopped in the bows as I sat rigid in the stern, the tiller tucked under one arm, staring into the gloom trying to keep a balance between drifting out to sea and straying dangerously close to the shore. Half an hour later we pulled into the bay, packed up our stuff and made our way back to the cottage.

We decided on a quick can of McEwans before bed but I was getting increasingly bothered about the sleeping arrangements. Jerry had been completely cool about it the previous night but that was before.... I still bushed beetroot at the recollection. What on earth had I been thinking? I wouldn't have blamed Jerry if he had refused to share a bed with a perv like me. As ever, in the end it was Jerry who took the lead.

"I'm off to bed," he said getting up from his armchair. "We can't sit here all night, not while there are fish in the sea. And, by the way, it's my turn first in the bathroom."

Before I could move he was off to the bathroom only to emerge five minutes later and head for the bedroom. I then went into the bathroom, did my ablutions and, once I was clean and ready for bed, I followed him in to the bedroom. He had the light on and was reading but, as I entered, he put his book down and sat looking at me. Very self-consciously I took off my tee shirt, shoes and socks but, when it came to my jeans it all got a bit too much.

"Do you mind not staring," I said rather crossly.

"What's the problem?" he returned. "It's not as if you've got anything I haven't seen before."

"I don't like it," I replied.

"So, let's see if I've got this straight. This morning you grab my prick and we're just a couple of lads mucking about. This evening I fail to avert my eyes and you're all shy and everything. Where's the sense in that?"

"But I didn't mean to...."

"Bollocks, didn't mean to," he laughed. "You went straight for it, as soon as you had the chance."

"I didn't, honest I didn't," I replied. Why couldn't he let things drop.

"OK. If you say so. Now, if I turn and face the other way, will you stop pissing about and get into bed?" Rather dramatically, he turned away from me and, as he did so, I slid down my jeans, folded them up, put them on the chair and slipped in under the covers.

"Is it safe to come out now?" he asked.

"It's safe," I replied wearily. "I wish you wouldn't make such a big deal out of this."

He rolled over so that we were facing each other with only a small gap between us.

"As far as I'm concerned you're the one making a big deal out of it," he said. "And, while we're at it, you've left the light on; I suppose I've got to get out of bed and switch it off?"

"I thought you were reading but, if you're finished, then, yes, please."

Jerry slipped out of bed and I was thunderstruck. He wasn't wearing any boxers and was completely naked. He switched off the light but, once again, a combination of the full moon outside and the useless curtains meant that he might as well not have bothered. If anything he looked better in the half light and, as he turned back to the bed, he must have seen my expression.

"Do you like what you see?" He struck a pose, pushing his hip out so that his prick waved about. 

"Just get into bed," I replied crossly, "and stop mucking about."

He slipped back under the covers and, once again rolled towards me. I scooted back a bit.

"I'm sorry," he started. "I didn't mean to upset you. I'm just having a bit of fun. Does it really bother you that I'm naked?"

"Yes... no... I don't know. It's just that...." I really didn't know how to put my confusion into words. Yes, it bothered me lots that, bare centimetres away, he was lying there naked. What I couldn't explain was why it was bothering me. He seemed so cool about it whereas it was doing my head in.

"I guess it's just my way of saying I'm OK with you grabbing my knob this morning. Seriously. Chill. It's cool. And just because I'm not wearing my boxers it doesn't mean that I'm going to jump your bones or do anything you don't want me to."

For a while we just lay there and stared at each other. In a way he was right. I was me, not him, who was uptight but I couldn't get out of my mind the fact that his prick was right there, only a few centimetres away, and he wasn't wearing any boxers. It shouldn't have mattered but it really did. My heart was pounding but, for the life of me, I couldn't say exactly why.




The Fishing Trip



And, as we just lay there staring at each other in the gloom, my eyes were getting more used to it. I could see his face quite clearly, despite the light being off. I gave him a shy smile which he returned. Although we didn't say anything there was a closeness and it was actually quite nice, just me and my mate. Of course Jerry had to change all that.

"I'm dead horny," he said with a wry smile. "I couldn't half do with a wank."

"Well, go to the bathroom, then." I said rather more firmly than I meant to.

"What, that dump. No thanks. Anyway, why should I? What difference would that make? You'd still know what I was doing."

"That's true," I admitted. "but that's beside the point, what do you mean, you're horny?"

"Dunno. I just am. Maybe it's because it's been two days since I last had a wank and, if a man of my virility doesn't come at least once a day... well, I've got needs."

"A man of your virility!" I mocked. "A randy horn dog, that's what you are. So, let me see if I've understood this correctly. You're saying you've got to knock one off every day or you get uncontrollable urges? Gee thanks, that makes me feel really safe."

"Ooh, listen to Mr High-and-mighty. You're no different.  Are you telling me that you couldn't do with a wank, right now?" he asked. "I'll give any odds you like that you knock one off every night, just like the rest of us."

"Well, yeah but...."

"But what?" Jerry demanded

"It wouldn't feel right, not with you here."

"But you want to, don't you? Come on, admit it." I could hear the chuckle in Jerry's voice.

"Yeah, OK, I'll admit that, if you weren't here...."

"Have you got at stiffy?"

"Jerry! Really! What a thing to ask. That's private."

"Yeah, but have you?"

"A bit," I admitted sheepishly, for, to tell the truth, all this talk of wanking had got to me and, Jerry was right, I did like to knock one off practically every night. 

"Mine's like a flagpole. Look!" and, with that, he pulled down the duvet and proudly demonstrated his erection. 

"For fuck's sake, Jerry, put it away."

"Why? I like having it out. The duvet was just getting in the way of things, not allowing me room to move. Poor you, all snagged up in your boxers."

He held his prick with the tips of his fingers and very gently stroked it up and down. He wasn't exactly wanking but, there again, he wasn't exactly not wanking. I stared, transfixed.

"Come on, Tom," he urged, "it's not as if it's gay or anything, not unless we touch each other."

"You want me to..."

"No, I don't want you to do anything. I'm just saying that, if you're as horny as I am, and I'll bet my bottom dollar that you are, then you'll want to do something about it. I've got mine out and, if you want to give yours a little playtime instead of knotting it up in your boxers then I'm not going to complain about it. I mean, do you mind me having a little wank?  Does it bother you that much, really?" he asked with sudden intensity.

I looked across, well, to be truthful I continued to look across as I had been fascinated by the sight of his prick ever since he had hauled it out. Did I mind? Did it bother me. I felt it ought to. There was something acutely uncomfortable about all this, something I couldn't quite put my finger on. On the other hand Jerry was being quite reasonable, well, by Jerry's standards. What is more, by this point I really did need a wank and the thought of going to the bathroom, with all the derision this would entail, did not appeal. Rather reluctantly, I pushed down the covers. The bulge in my boxers showed exactly how horny I was and, with a feeling of 'in for a penny, in for a pound', I pushed them down and took them off. I lay back down, and, taking my cue from Jerry, stroked my prick matching his gentle rhythm. And there we were, the two of us, lying side by side in the moonlight, gently stroking ourselves.

"That's better. Tell me this doesn't feel good," he said. 

"It's a bit...," I struggled to put my misgivings into words. This was not the sort of thing you would tell people about, it wasn't going to feature in my tales of the holiday, but, yes, it did feel good, really good. Well, wanking always feels good but somehow it's better if you share. I mean, it's not as if we're gay or anything, not unless we touch each other. I turned my head towards him to find that he was already looking at me. He smiled and I smiled back. There were a whole herd of elephants in the room but right then I couldn't give a damn. My gentle stroking had already built into something rather more urgent, but then, so had Jerry's.

"It's more fun with two, isn't it?" he said, gently.

I wasn't sure if 'fun' was exactly the word I would have used but, yeah, it added something to be doing this with someone else and, let's face it, Jerry was the only person I could possibly have done this with. 

"Let's try and come at the same time," he suggested

"What?"

"Please, let's try to come together, to come at the same time. It will be better, I promise you."

"How will it be better?" I wasn't so sure but then I wasn't so sure about any of this.

"It will, trust me."

"OK, I'll try but I'm not sure how."

"If one of us gets close then they hold back and wait for the other one."

Much as I thought that this was just another of Jerry's crazy ideas there was something about it that appealed and, in order to make it work, we kept having to tell the other one whether we were getting close or not. If it was strange having a wank with another person it was doubly strange telling them how you were getting on.

"I'm getting close," I admitted after a while.

"So am I. Just a bit more, just a little bit more."

"I'm not sure I can. Jerry, I can't hold back much longer."

"Please, Tommy, nearly there, please... please... oh my god... oh yes!"

And knowing that he was coming pushed me over the edge. I'd been matching him, my fist pounding as frantically as his, and seeing his spunk fly from his prick was one of the most exciting things I had ever witnessed. It felt so right that my spunk should explode from me at the same time. Great gobbets of come shot all over my chest, reaching as high as my shoulders. I'd seldom come like that; it was like the best wank I had ever had.

And then it was all over and we were giggling together like little schoolgirls. 

"See, I told you it would be good," Jerry said. "Better than sneaking off to the bathroom and doing it on your own."

"I need to get cleaned up. I've got spunk all over me. I daren't sit up."

"Yeah, me too. Hang on a sec." He reached over the side of the bed and returned with a piece of cloth in his hand. He wiped himself down before handing the cloth to me. As I dabbed my chest I realised what it was I was using.

"Jerry! These are your boxers!"

"Don't worry, I'll put on clean in the morning." For some reason we found this hilariously funny. Once we were wiped down we went to the bathroom to do a more thorough job and, shortly after, were back in bed together. We lay side by side facing each other.

"Are you OK?", Jerry asked.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"No reason, no reason at all. Goodnight captain."

And with that we went off to sleep. 

********
Tuesday
********

The next morning Jerry woke me with coffee in bed. As I sat up and took the mug from him I noticed that he was still naked.

"For fuck's sake, Jerry, put some clothes on," I protested.

"Why? After all, there really is nothing you haven't seen before and I like letting it all hang out. Now, come on, we want to get out on the water before too long."

As I supped my coffee he tidied the cottage. I don't know whether he meant to leave the bedroom door open or not but he certainly didn't get dressed and I couldn't help but watch. Inevitably he noticed.

"You could get up and help," he called out, "or at least get that lazy butt of yours out of bed."

"I'll be up in a minute," I called back.

Jerry came and stood in the bedroom doorway.

"You mean you'll get up as soon as you get rid of your early morning stiffy," he said. "Come on, Tom, I thought we'd got past all that." He reached forward, grabbed the duvet and whipped it off the bed to reveal that, yes, I was standing proud.

"Jerry!" 

"What? Were you going to lie there all day waiting for me to disappear so you could knock one off. Bathroom, now! We want to be out on the water within an hour and I want some breakfast before we go."

"OK, OK, god, you sound like my mother." And, with my stiff prick flopping about in front of me I got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom.

As I shaved I stared at myself in the mirror. All this being naked around Jerry, let alone having a wank at the same time, was taking a bit of getting used to but, once I did, it made life a lot easier. We were stuck together in this shack of a cottage and forced to share a bed so false modesty just got in the way.

By mid morning we were out on the water. I found a good spot, maybe half a mile out to sea and where I could drop anchor in thirty metres of water. Then, out went the fishing lines and we sat back and waited. The sun beat down, there was a gentle swell and the fish weren't biting. Probably we were in the wrong place but I couldn't be arsed to do anything about it. 

"Come on, let's go for a swim," Jerry suggested suddenly.

"What here? We haven't got our swimming trunks with us."

"So, who's going to see us. We're in the middle of nowhere and there's no one else about. Let's skinny-dip."

"You're just looking for an excuse to get your keks off," I half joked.

"And what's so bad about that? Come on, let it all hang out for a change."

"Well, first off I want to check we can get back in the boat." The man overboard drills that I had been through on the RYA course had impressed on me the difficulty of getting up into a boat from the water. "You dive in and prove you can get back on board with no help and then I'll join you."

"God you're a wuss!" Jerry complained but he peeled off his clothes, folded them neatly and put them in the locker and, thirty seconds later, was diving over the stern.

"Come on!" he shouted. "It's great."

"Show me that you can get back in the boat. Not over the side, dummy, you'll have us over. Climb over the stern and watch out for the outboard."

It was harder than he thought it would be but, with a bit of puffing and blowing, he managed to climb over the stern and back into the boat. He came over to me dripping everywhere.

"Right, I've kept my part of the bargain. Are you getting undressed or do I have to throw you in fully clothed," Jerry said.

"OK, OK, I'm stripping off!" I replied as I took off my tee shirt. "Seriously though, give me one moment to unship the outboard. That will make it easier to get back in again."

"I'll do that," he said, and, while I got undressed, he undid the wingnuts that held the outboard and shipped it under the stern seat. Then, splash, splash, the two of us were over the side and in the water. Quite whether it was 'great' or not was a different matter. It was much colder than I expected and it took quite a while to get used to it. All the while Jerry was mucking around, splashing me, diving underneath me and pushing me under so, of course, I had to get my own back. In the end exhaustion got to us and we clambered back into the boat.

There was no point in getting dressed again until we were dry and, of course, we had no towels but, by lying full length along the bottom of the boat, we could get out of the wind and have the full benefit of the sun upon our bodies and, for a while, it was really nice just to lay there and get our breath back.

"Why does cold water make your prick shrivel up?" Jerry asked after a while.

"Dunno. Why do you ask?"

"It's just... well, look at it. A newborn baby has one bigger than that."

"I thought that was your normal size," I joshed.

"I'm bigger than you."

"No you're not."

"Prove it," he demanded. "Go on. I know you've got a tape measure in your fishing box. Get it out and we'll measure up. The loser buys the pints tonight."

Although I wasn't that certain I would win that wasn't the sort of challenge I could ignore so I scrabbled around in my fishing box and fetched out the tape measure. When I turned back, Jerry had got his fist around his prick and was playing with himself.

"Hey, that's not fair!" I protested.

"What! You've got to measure when it's hard. It's meaningless when it's soft. Anyway, where are we measuring from?"

"From here to here," I said as I demonstrated, lying on my back, holding my prick vertical and measuring along from my stomach to the tip.

"But you're pulling on it," he complained. "You're stretching it out. You could add two centimetres like that. If we're going to be fair I'll have to measure yours and you'll have to measure mine."

"For fucks sake, all this over the length of our pricks."

"Chicken! Chicken! Cluck, cluck, cluck!"

"OK. Seeing as how you're ready I'll measure you first. But no interfering. Lie back and put your hands behind your head."

I tried to be matter of fact about it but, as he lay back, he looked open and vulnerable and his prick looked just fine, strong and hard against his tummy. I felt it twitch as I took it in my hand and I knew that this was getting to Jerry as much as it was getting to me. I even gave it a couple of strokes to make it as hard as possible. After all, I didn't want to give Jerry any excuses.

"Fifteen point seven centimetres," I announced when I was happy I'd got a fair measurement.

"OK, your turn," Jerry said sitting up and turning towards me.

"But I'm not ready," I protested.

"Excuses, excuses," Jerry replied. "Now, lie down and put your hands behind your head in the same way I had."

With a sigh I handed him the tape measure and lay down. I knew he would win like this. I was nowhere near hard.

"Hmm.... You're not really ready, are you," he said as he took my prick in his fingers. "If I measure you like this you'll just winge about how it wasn't fair. Let's see if we can get it a bit harder." He stroked my prick up and down, watching it intently. No one had ever touched my prick except me, no one had ever done anything like this and I was completely unprepared for how good it would feel. He'd hardly completed the first stroke before I was as hard as I had ever been.

"That's better but I think we can get it a little harder," his hand kept working at my prick. "I don't want you crying foul. What do you say?"

Could it get any harder? I very much doubted it but, at that point, my prick was in charge, not my brain and there was only one possible answer.

"I think we might try to get it a bit harder." My voice sounded strained and squeaky.

"OK, then. I don't want to be accused of cheating."

He turned his attention back to my prick and it was out of this world. When I do it for myself it's all frantic and furious but he was slow and gentle. The biggest thing was the way all these fantastic feelings that I had coming from my prick were completely out of my control. Especially with my hands behind my neck I couldn't make him go faster or slower, softer or harder. If I made even the smallest twitch with my groin he would know what was going on and that would shatter the pretence that we were just getting my prick ready to be measured. All I could do was surrender, surrender to the exquisite... the fantastic... the amazing...

"How are we doing," Jerry asked, a sparkle in his eye. "Shall I stop now?"

"No! No! Just a little.... Oh! My! God!"

He didn't miss a beat as I came and great gobs of spunk shot out of the end of my prick. Indeed, he kept on going as if he wanted to pump me dry and, in the end, he only stopped when I croaked 'enough, enough' because I could finally take no more.

"Oops! I forgot to measure you," he said with a laugh. "Now we'll never know, well, not unless we do it all again."

"No, it's OK, I've had enough," I gasped. I looked at him, trying to work out what he was thinking. We'd just been mucking around and I'd gone and ruined it all by coming. However, judging by the smile on his face, he didn't seem to mind. In fact he looked like he had quite enjoyed making me come. I didn't know what to make of it.

"I need to get cleaned up. I'm all sticky," I said as soon as I had got my breath back and, indeed, I had spunk everywhere. I stood up and, before it had time to drip all over the boat, dived off over the side and back into the sea. It felt wonderful. I felt so alive, so refreshed, so amazing. 

Jerry dived in as well and surfaced next to me.

"Are you OK?" he asked.

"I'm fi...," I had just enough time to say before he put his hands on my shoulders and, once again, I was in for a ducking. 

Much later, as we made our way, putt, putt, putt, through the early evening swell back towards Brodick and fish and chips I felt I had never had such a good day, even if we hadn't caught a bite from start to finish. Oh, there were masses of unanswered questions about how I felt about all this, about how Jerry felt about all this, but, for the moment, they could all go hang.

The day had drained us so we didn't stop long in Brodick and it was quite early by the time we got back to the cottage. Even so we still skipped our usual can of McEwans and went straight to bed.  Jerry used the bathroom first and was waiting for me when I got to the bedroom. As I got undressed I thought for a moment about keeping my boxers on but, well, after everything we'd been through, it seemed a bit prissy so I stripped completely, turned out the light and got in under the duvet. I looked at Jerry and there was one thing that was bugging me.

"Jerry," I started after we'd settled down. "About what happened in the boat...."

"What about it?" He rolled towards me so that we were face to face.

"It... it seems a bit unfair."

"Oh, and what exactly was unfair about it?"

"Well, you wanked me off but I never returned the favour," I explained.

"I didn't exactly wank you off," he replied. "I was just getting you hard so that we could get an accurate measurement of your tiny penis. Anyway, what of it?"

"It's just that, well, you were saying how you needed to come every day and you haven't yet today; not unless you've knocked one off while I wasn't watching. I got to come out on the boat but you didn't and that doesn't seem fair."

"Is this some excuse because you want to wank me off?" Jerry asked with a chuckle.

"No! No, of course not! It just doesn't seem fair, that's all." Was I trying to convince him or myself. Who knows, I'm sure that I didn't. I certainly wasn't going to admit to myself any other reasons I might have had. But, for all that I was deep in denial, what I really wanted was to see what it was like the other way around. To be the one doing the wanking rather than the one being wanked.

"If you put it like that," Jerry replied, "how can I say no?"

I snuggled up to him and, as I suspected, when I reached down under the duvet for his prick, there were no boxers in the way. He was also already quite stiff. He must have really meant that stuff about needing to come every day. Taking my cue from what he had done back in the boat, I held his prick with the tips of my fingers and started with slow gentle stroking. He tugged off the duvet and threw it on the floor. Then he didn't seem to know what to do with his hands so I ordered him to put them behind his head, just as he had made me do in the boat. And that brought to mind the helplessness, the lack of control, that I had felt.

"I want you to imagine you're tied up and can't move," I suggested.

Jerry just looked at me but, even in the half light, I could see his eyes twinkle.

"Tied up? How would you do that?" he asked. "Spreadeagled, like this?" He stretched out his arms and legs towards the corners of the bed.




The Fishing Trip



"That would do," I replied. "You wouldn't be able to do much then. You wouldn't be able to stop me doing this." I stopped stroking his prick, propped myself up on one elbow and started cradling his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze. "You would be completely at my mercy."

"I would, wouldn't I? You could do whatever you wanted and I couldn't stop you."

This awoke a wicked streak within me. It was as if someone had released the breaks and nothing I wanted to do would be out of bounds. I let go of his balls and stroked the inside of his thigh. 

"You can't move, can you?"

"No," he croaked.

"And that means you're completely helpless, completely at my mercy, doesn't it?"

"Yes, completely."

"I could even do this," Once more I cradled his balls with my hand but this time I leaned forward and bent down so that I could kiss the tip of his prick. I heard him gasp as I did so.

A voice at the back of my head was screaming at me. What on earth was I doing, giving Jerry a blow job! What was he going to think of me? Surely I'd pushed things too far. We were just mates, mucking about, weren't we? On the other hand it didn't matter what I did because this didn't mean anything, surely it didn't mean anything. I was just doing this because it was the most teasing thing I could think of, not because... not because... not for any other reason whatsoever. I lifted my head and looked at Jerry and he looked back with a strange expression on his face. Most importantly, his arms and legs were still stretched out towards the four corners of the bed. That reassured me. It was OK, He was still playing along, I hadn't freaked him out and we were still just mates mucking about. I leant down again and ran my tongue along the length of his penis. However, leaning in this way was far too uncomfortable so I scooted down the bed so that I lay between his thighs with my arms resting on his his hips and my face was right over his prick. This way I could use my hand to stroke him and, at the same time, hold it upright so that I could take the tip in my mouth. I'd never wanted to do anything more in my life than I wanted, at that moment, to feel his prick in my mouth. With Jerry "tied up" I could do whatever I liked to him and, if that included making him come, and if he happened to be in my mouth at the time, then so be it. I took him between my lips and bobbed my head up and down.

He was already rock hard and, in almost no time at all, I could sense that he was close to coming.

"Please, Tom," he called out.

I lifted lifted myself up and looked at him. He was still stretched out, still "tied up".

"What's up?" I asked. "Is there something you want?"

"Please, Tom, I don't want to... I don't... I can't hold back much longer."

"And...." It tickled me that he was feeling exactly the same helplessness that I had felt in the boat.

"But I don't want to... please, Tom," like me, he was having problems finding the words.

"What you want and don't want isn't important now, is it?" I said. "You are at my mercy and the only thing that matters is what I want. Isn't that so?"

"Yes," there was a pause, "yes, master," he said in little more than a whisper.

Having him call me master was the icing on the cake and I went back to what I was doing. As my hand stroked his prick and my lips and tongue played with the tip I could once again feel him struggling with something but I had no idea what. I tried taking him deeper into my mouth but my hand got in the way so I stopped stroking him and cupped his balls as I tried, once again, to see how deep I could take him. It wasn't that much. Heaven knows how you're supposed to 'deep throat' because I can't do it, but it was obviously enough because, even with me leaning on him, he suddenly started thrusting his hips at my mouth as if trying to fuck my face. Then he tried to roll away but I was too strong for him and had him pinned down and, to my immense satisfaction, he came, his spunk pumping out of his prick and into my mouth so I was able to swallow every drop. I felt like the cat that had swallowed the cream in more ways than one.

And then it was all over. I lifted myself up again, looked him straight in the face and licked my lips. Then I jumped off the, grabbed the duvet, laid it back on the bed and got in underneath and scooted across. We lay side by side, facing each other.

"Thanks, Jerry," I said, and I meant it.

"I should be thanking you," he replied. "Maybe next time I can tie you up. "Tom," he suddenly got all serious, "Tom, I really...," and then the words died and he went all shy.

"It's OK, I understand, we're best mates and we're just mucking around. It's not as if we're gay, or anything." After all, we didn't want this to get all heavy, did we.

He gave me a long, long look but didn't say anything until, with a sigh, he said "goodnight, Tom."

"Goodnight, Jerry, sleep well."

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Wednesday
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The next morning it was my turn to wake up first and I went through to the kitchen and put the kettle on. Just like Jerry I didn't bother to put any clothes on and he was right, it was kind of liberating. It's nice when you know someone so well that you can walk around buck naked without it meaning anything. The whistle of the kettle must have woken Jerry because I was just poring out the coffees when he came and put his arms around me.

"Stop mucking about," I complained. "You'll make me spill the coffee." Even so he reached down and cuddled my balls until I told him, once again, to stop messing around.

We took the mugs through to the living room and sat there, quite naturally, both of us as naked as the day we were born.

"So, who gets to shower first?" Jerry asked. I knew this was no idle question. By now we had found that whoever went second got a lukewarm shower at best and always ended up shaving in cold water. The McTavish water heater just wasn't bit enough for two full showers.

"Well, it's my turn," I said, staking my claim.

"But that means I get a cold shower," Jerry complained.

"Maybe that's what you need, keep that prick of yours under control."

"Hah! As if you're any better. You're so randy you can't even get hard enough to measure it without coming all over the place. We never did get an accurate measurement. What shall we guestimate? Five centimetres?"

"Five centimetres! I'll give you five centimetres!" I exclaimed until, suddenly, I realised how that could have been taken and I blushed from my roots. Jerry, had spotted the double entendre immediately and was almost having a fit he was laughing so much.

"If we showered together we could both have a hot shower," Jerry suggested once he had calmed down.

"What, in that bathroom. We'll never fit."

"I bet we would if we tried. Come on, I'll scrub your back and you can scrub mine. Anyway. I'm off for a shower. You can join me or you can have the cold one." And, with that, he was off.

Well, I wasn't going to have the cold shower two days in a row so I was after him like a flash and, although it took a moment or two to get the temperature right and it was a bit cosy, very soon were were crushed in together into the shower booth. Jerry grabbed the hair shampoo and squeezed out a dollop onto his head before squeezing out another onto mine. However, instead of rubbing the shampoo into his own hair it was my head he reached for, my scalp he started to massage. I suppose it made sense in the confines of the booth so, as he washed my hair, I reached up and washed his. 

It was really nice. I loved the feel of his soapy hands on my scalp, and on my neck and on my shoulders. We were so crushed in together that it was hard to reach our stomachs so Jerry took the shower gel, poured out a generous dollop, put it on his chest and then started to rub against me. He put his hands around my back and we slid our soapy bodies together. I've no idea how clean it was getting us but it felt like heaven. I'm not sure why but it made me rock hard and my erection was standing straight upright. But then, that was OK because so was his. He reached down between us and took both our pricks in his hand, holding them together. As the water cascaded over us he rubbed our pricks up and down and it felt just fine. 

"Do you like that," he asked.

"Do you have to ask," I replied. Surely he could feel how hard I was.

"I guess not. Now it's your turn. You do it." He let go, found my hand and pulled it between us so I reached for our pricks and held them together as he had done. It was really good to feel the two shafts next to each other, to know that he was feeling what I was feeling. Then as I worked on our pricks, he took more shower gel and massaged it into my back, into my bum, into the crease between my bum cheeks, into.... 

Oh! My! God! Seriously, I had never, ever, felt anything feel like that before and, as he poked his soapy finger into my arsehole, I all but came on the spot. The feel of or pricks crushed together in my fist, the feel of his finger up my backside, the feel of his soapy body all crushed against mine was beyond anything I had ever even dreamed of. I was no longer moving my hand, I was thrusting with my hips, pumped our pricks harder and harder into the firm grip of my fist, and, all the while, he, taking his rhythm from the pumping of my hips, pushed his finger deeper and deeper into my arse.

"You like that, don't you, you like my finger up your butt hole," he said into my ear.

"Yes! Yes! Oooh, yes!" I replied.

"Then come for me," he ordered and that is exactly what I did. It all became too much to hold back and I shot my load up between our bodies. In the shower it didn't matter. My spunk mixed with the water and the shower gel and washed away down the drain. My only problem was try to stay upright and, if I hadn't been hanging onto his neck with my left arm I would have collapsed completely.

I'd barely got my breath back when the water started to run cold. We must have been under the shower for longer than I thought. We rinsed ourselves off and got out of the shower booth. It was only when he reached for a towel that I saw that Jerry still had a hard on and realised how selfish I had been. I had come and he had not. He saw me looking and gave me a smile.

"You can sort that out later if you want," he said, holding his prick in his hand and giving it a little shake. "We'll miss the fish if we don't get out there soon."

I felt a little guilty but, if he was OK with it, then who was I to complain. We got dressed, I put together a couple of bacon butties and it wasn't long before we we casting off and setting out to sea again. We had barely cleared the jetty before Jerry was taking off his tee shirt and, but, as the weather was still fine and the sun was beating down, I didn't blame him. I found what I thought would be a suitable spot where we could see down through the crystal clear water to a rocky outcrop maybe ten or fifteen metres below. I dropped the anchor and we were set for the day.

"It's too hot for clothes," Jerry announced as he undid he waistband of his jeans and pushed them down. I'd got used to Jerry by now so this didn't bother me, even when, once he'd got his boxers off, he put his trainers back on. He explained that he didn't want to stub a toe on the bits and pieces that, inevitably, collected in the bottom of the boat. He set up his rod with the line dangling over the stern and sat back, idly playing with his prick.

"Don't you ever stop playing with yourself?" I asked with a laugh.

"Have you got a problem with that?" he came back.

"Well no..., but...."

"But you're too uptight to join in."

"I'm not!"

"Well, prove it then," he said. "Prove to me your not too uptight to join in."

And, of course I did exactly that and it wasn't long before we were sat either side of the boat each wearing only our trainers as we gently played with ourselves.

"You're not to come," Jerry said after a while.

"What? What are you on about now," I asked.

"The challenge is you have to stay hard and you're not allowed to come. The loser... the loser..."

"The loser has to suck the winner off," I suggested in a moment of madness.

"Sounds fair to me," he replied.

If either of us had thought that the other was going to give in easily, well, they ought to have known better. We sat and we chatted and we watched our lines but, more than anything else, we watched each other, looking for any signs of weakness, looking for any signs of softening erections. Like so many of Jerry's suggestions, once you got past the bizarreness of what we were doing, it was actually rather nice. I don't just mean the sexy feeling of keeping myself hard for all that time, it was more about sharing it with Jerry, knowing that he was just as turned on and that, like me, he could do nothing about it.

Whether we moored in the wrong place or whether the fish weren't biting or whether we were just crap fishermen, we didn't catch a thing all morning and, as the sun reached its zenith, Jerry decided it was time for a swim. We decided to put the challenge on hold for a while, and, after a quick pause to reel in the fishing lines, take off our trainers and unship the outboard, we were over the side and in the water. It was cool and refreshing and, to hell with the fish, this was far more fun. We swam and we splashed and we fooled about but after a while we were completely bushed and it was time to climb back into the boat. 

And then it was back to the challenge. We sat facing each other and, although the cold water had had it's usual effect on our pricks, it wasn't long before we were both stiff and hard again. It was rather companionable, just sitting there chatting, idly passing the time of day and, all the time having a gentle wank. My balls were beginning to feel like ripe melons but there was no way I was going to give in. Of course, Jerry was just the same but he was equally stubborn and not going to allow me the chance to lord it over him.

And then I got a bite! We'd been moored there for the thick end of five hours with not so much as a nibble so it took me a moment or two to catch on. As soon as I did I leapt for my rod and, after unclipping it, I knew that what ever I had on the end of the line was big, really big. For ten minutes I played it until, suddenly, the line went slack and I knew that it had got away.

"Shit, lost it," I said as I put the rod back down.

"And that's not all you've lost," Jerry said, pointing to my groin.

I had been so busy, and so preoccupied, that keeping my prick hard had been the last thing on my mind. I looked down and, there it was, completely flaccid.

"Nah, nah, ni nah nah," Jerry taunted. "Tom couldn't keep his stiffy. Now, what was the penalty for losing, the one that you suggested?"

"The loser has to give the winner a blow job," I replied resignedly.

"And there's no time like the present. I need to feel my prick in your mouth as soon as possible so I'll take my winnings now. Why don't you get on your knees in front of me? Come along, don't try to welsh on the deal."

"OK, OK, let me get comfortable." I took my folded jeans and put them on the bottom of the boat so as to give me something to kneel on. Then I got down on my knees and leant forward.

"Not so fast." Jerry was loving this. "As loser you have to ask properly."

"I don't remember this being part of the deal."

"That's because it's a rule that I, as winner, have only just made up. The loser, that's you by the way, has to ask the winner, that's me, nicely or it won't count."

"Oh, for fuck's sake...."

"Come along, you know you want to, loser," Jerry was determined to make the most of this and, as I knelt in front of him, looking at his stiff prick, I thought to myself, 'why not'.

"Please, Jerry," I started.

"Uh-huh, that won't do. For a start you address me as Master Jerry and make it sound as if you mean it."

"Please, Master Jerry," I tried again. "Please may I be allowed to give you a blow job?"

"Better, but I want to hear my servant, Tom, beg to be allowed to suck my prick until I come in his mouth and then you're to beg to be allowed to swallow my rich, creamy spunk."

"You're really milking this, aren't you?"

"Loser, loser, loser..." Jerry started to chant and I knew that, although it was all very friendly, he wasn't going to let up until he had had his way so I might as well get it over with. 

"Please, Master Jerry, please may your servant, Tom, be allowed to suck your prick until you come and please may I be allowed to swallow your rich, creamy, spunk," I said as my cheeks burned. 

"Umm. I'm not sure," Jerry replied. "I mean, if you were a little gay boy, this would be something you would want to do. It would be a prize, not a forfeit. Are you a little gay boy?" 

"No! I'm not! I'm only doing this because I lost the bet." Back when we had been at school together being called a 'gay boy' was one of the worst insults possible. Hey, you know what school kids are like; any suggestion of 'gay' behaviour is jumped upon. I knew that Jerry didn't mean it in a hurtful way and was just mucking about but it still stung.

"Are you sure," Jerry reached out with his toe and flicked the end of my prick which had become hard again. "I think you're a gay boy."

"Please, Jerry, I'm not, you know I'm not." 

"If you say so. OK, get on with it."

I leant forward and took the end of his prick in my mouth. I couldn't understand why Jerry was being so mean but, for despite all my protests, being forced to act as his little gay boy, forced to beg to be allowed to swallow his spunk, had really got to me. Maybe it was because I had been playing with myself for most of the day but I was, once again, as hard as rock and the idea that he was going to come in my mouth and I would swallow the lot was really exciting. Jerry was playing with my prick with his foot, the hard rubber of the trainers quite forceful against me, and that, too, was part of the thrill. I thought about the tying up games we had played the previous evening. Well, we hadn't really, we had just pretended. I wondered what it would feel like to do it for real. I wanted to find out what it would be like to be tied up by Jerry. Would he tease me the way I had teased him, would he force me to do gay things against my will. To see what it would feel like I put my hands behind my back and pretended that they were tied together. I got so into playing along that I looked up at 'Master Jerry', my 'tormentor', and pleaded with my eyes. He caught me looking and just stared back at me. It was as if I was locked in place by his will, a helpless prisoner, with no say or control.

And then, as I watched, his face distorted, his whole body went taught, and I got what I had begged for, I got to drink his rich, creamy, spunk.

Jerry had barely recovered when he picked up his jeans, looked in the pockets for his watch and checked the time.

"Come on, the fish aren't biting. And, if they do, then you'll only let them get away. The only fish we're going to see are the ones from the chippie. Let's get into Brodick and get some cod and chips."

It was a bit early to pack up but, he was right, as a fishing trip, this had been a washout so we might as well start heading homeward. We both got dressed, I put the outboard back over the stern, weighed anchor and set a course for the village. Because of this early start we were back in Brodick by four thirty and the shops were still open. I was heading for the chippie when Jerry said he wanted go into the village store. It was mostly groceries but, being the only shop in the village, they had all sorts of other bits and pieces. Jerry looked around until he found what he was looking for, took it to the counter and paid for it. When I asked Jerry what he had bought he opened the bag, I looked inside and there was a length of washing line.