0 comments/ 60877 views/ 2 favorites Going Fishing By: Coltrane The parking lot of the Outdoor Store in Fayetteville, Arkansas, looked like a yuppie convention must have been going inside. There were glistening mini-vans and shinny SUV’s everywhere, all lined up side by side, color by color, suburban driver by suburban driver. I had a few days and was hoping to spend them backpacking in the Ozark Mountains somewhere along the Buffalo River. I had all my gear but had been thinking about trying some fly fishing for some of the area’s trout. Thus, my trip to the yuppie collection at the Outdoor Store. I had backpacked, canoed, rafted, rock climbed, and hunted most of the area but never fished it. The cute kid in the store, surely a Arkansas college student, was really very helpful. Her smile and clean spiffy sandals were fun and she even knew something about the equipment. I ended up with a moderately expensive fishing rig for my backpack and bid her goodbye. My plan was to drive out of the Fayetteville area only so far. I would park the rental car in a National Forest I knew and hike in maybe fifteen miles to spot on the river I had used for a campsite on a canoe float trip some years ago. It was a great place to camp unobtrusively. The river banks were nice sized but there was a long river gravel beach on one side with trees just on its edge. My tent in the trees wouldn’t be seen or bothered. No one would know I was there unless I wanted them to. A great way to unwind alone for three or four days. I got the car parked in a safe spot with a note to the park ranger on the dash. The hike into the park was easy and I found my spot without hassle. It was just as I remembered it. Wonderful. The first night yielded a clear sky full of stars and a forest full of night sounds. It left me wondering how I could always do this, live this way. The next morning was a clear and bright spring morning. All my cooking stuff was put away a little after noon. I pulled on some khaki shorts, a tank top, and some Teva sandals before settling in to begin serious fishing, or serious enough to say it was fishing. I had brought along a good pair of binoculars, made by Nikon, on the off chance I might see something interesting. Birds or deer or bobcat or wild boar was what I was thinking, not necessarily what I ended up seeing. So I took the binoculars down to the water with me. To be honest, I could never really fish worth a shit. I fooled around with the gear for awhile, trying to cast, trying to be serious, but I finally gave up for the most part and began sipping Wild Turkey and scanning the trees with my binoculars just to watch what was moving. This is the good life, I remember telling myself. I heard her before I saw her. It’s that way most times in the woods. She was running happily toward me on a trail on the other side of the river. She was a striking woman, short black hair, medium height and build. I think her eyes might have been blue. She was wearing blue jeans and a man’s long sleeve white shirt. It took me a moment to notice the white shirt was unbuttoned completely. And she wasn’t wearing a damned bra. Her breasts were medium sized and firm enough to not be troubling as she ran. She was smiling, laughing maybe, definitely happy. She stopped on the river bank just opposite where I sat on the river gravel with my bottle of Wild Turkey and my trusty binoculars. I smiled and waved. She smiled and waved back without doing a damn thing about her shirt. She turned and I could tell she was talking to someone else coming down the trail. It was a man. I don’t know why but I got up from where I was sitting and moved back into the trees behind the gravel beach. She watched me all the way. Then she turned and hugged the man who had arrived with a picnic basket, blanket, and big camera case. They seemed to have gotten to where they had intended to come. The man was black headed like the woman. He was taller than she by several inches with a slender, muscular build. He also wore blue jeans but with a light blue t-shirt. He worked steadily to spread the blanket near the edge of the bank, open the picnic basket, and begin to spread the things from inside. She seemed nervous and anxious at the same time, happily pacing the bank while he worked. She finally made an exaggerated gesture with her arms, almost as if to say, “Come on.” He responded by setting the basket aside and opening the camera case. She clapped her hands and began to bounce up and down with anticipation. As the man pulled up the camera and aimed it at her I watched in pleasant amazement as she lowered the shirt to her waist. She was topless as she turned and looked my way on the other side of the river. I assumed the man was clicking away, talking to her, but I somehow felt her attention was directed toward me. She was posing for the camera, sure, but I truly believe she was also posing for me. He moved around her with the camera, preparing other shots, encouraging her, I imagined. With my binoculars I could see her face well, her breasts well, the special personality of her nipples exposed outside on a spring afternoon. I watched holding my breath as she unfastening her blue jeans, dropped the shirt, and pushed the jeans down to her ankles. She wore nothing underneath. I think I heard the man whoop an intimate cheer but I was truly focused on her ass, the curve of her hips and upper legs, the look of her black pubic hair. She seemed to be pleased, having fun, as she moved around the man, striking poses. She was completely naked except for white socks as she stretched out on her stomach across a big flat rock. I imagined the chill of the rock on her stomach and breasts. I looked closely at the full round curve of her ass, wishing I was in position to see what was between her legs. She must have read my mind. She stood and moved to a large log, straddled it facing me, smiled at me, I think, and leaned back exposing her pussy to me and the camera. With my binoculars I could make out the shape of her pussy, the heavy lips amidst the black hair, the prominent hoop over her clit. I was looking and cussing myself for leaving my Canon with the telephoto lens at home. The man put down the camera and stepped to her side where she sat on the log. He held out his hand and she took it, rising into his arms. I was sure that neither of them were thinking about what was in the picnic basket. They kissed. She stretched up to him standing on her tiptoes. They broke the embrace and turned. She began to undress him by pulling his T-shirt up over his head. She knelt in front of him and unfastened his jeans. I watched with my binoculars as she pushed his jeans and underwear down in one move. His cock was hard before she took it in her hand. I think she actually positioned him sideways to me before she took his cock in her mouth. She had him perfectly position for me to watch her mouth work over the head of cock, her lips stretched wide, the hollow of her cheek, the way her tongue moved over the underside of him when she held him and stroked him in front of her face. Then she released his cock and stood. He looked to mount some kind of protest before she began to move him to the log she had sat on. She position him again, this time for him to sit facing me. She moved between us, standing with her back to me and leaned over, legs spread wide. I could see her pussy and ass, her breasts hanging under her, and her hand wrapped around his shaft holding him in her mouth. She reached between her legs with her left hand and began to move her fingers over her clit. Occasionally, a finger would dip into her pussy before returning to her clit. I watched from a distance as her lips seemed to thicken and move under her fingers. She held me mesmerized as she moved her hand and ran it behind her, down her back to the crack of her ass. I watched the tip of her middle finger disappear into the pucker of her ass for an instant. Then the hand was back between her legs working steadily on her clit. I couldn’t see but she must have released his cock as she rose to stand in front of him. Her legs were still spread as she eased toward him and straddled his lap. I watched her grip him and ease herself down on him. The tip of his cock bluntly probed her pussy before the head disappeared inside her. She eased down on him with purpose taking him all, completely. Alternately, she placed her feet flat on the log beside him, squatting over him. Then she began to fuck him with long, smooth strokes. Her ass moved up and down with purpose and conviction. She was fucking him, fucking him any damn way she pleased, and she was showing me just how well she could do it. I was as surprised as her lover when she moved up and off his cock. She stepped back and turned, facing me this time. She eased back over him again placing only one foot on the log this time. She reached down and surprised me when she placed his cock at her rosebud. I watched as she eased down slowly taking his cock deep in her ass. She leaned back into him and began to pump him. Her hand came to her pussy and rubbed it feverishly. I thought for a moment her eyes were closed but they weren’t. They were looking at me, looking at me directly, telling me how proud she was to be a woman, how proud she was to be sensual and exciting. She had me totally convinced of what she was saying. Her lover fumbled around trying to hold her breasts, trying to participate in some way other than to just receive the fucking of his life, but it didn’t seem to matter. She was in control and she absolutely loved it. She glowed as she showed me the cock in her ass and the wet lips of her pussy spread wide by her fingers. She glowed as her breasts bouncing with her movement. She glowed as her tongue ran seductively over her lips. She glowed as she did for the camera, only this time it was for me, just me. I think she came. It was hard to tell exactly when. But I had no doubt when her lover came. I heard him howl all the way across the river. She seemed to hold my eyes has she leaned forward to let his cock slip from her. Her hands came up to hold her breasts, for me again, I thought. And then she turned to him, ministering to him it seemed as he melted off the log. They embraced and began to gather their clothes and get dressed. I’m not sure why they gathered up the picnic basket, blanket, and camera gear to leave, but they did. The man started down the trail in front of her, heading in the direction from which they had come. She turned to me for a moment and gave me a slight wave. Then she blew me a kiss before turning and running after him. She left me wondering why the fuck I was spending four days camping alone. Going Fishing It was early that Saturday morning when Patrick McAlester woke up anxiously. The whole family was excited that Jake, Patrick's older brother was coming home for the weekend. Jake was away at college and Patrick missed his brother terribly. The boys' being only three years apart, were more like best friends. It was only them and they had a little sister, Karen, who was a mere 10 years old. It had been a tough year for Patrick since he just started out junior college and really had no one to turn to for advice with college girls, or college work. He'd often get depressed and wished his big brother were home to talk to like he always did. Patrick rolled out of bed and headed for the shower. The warm water hit his body not ever making his hard on go away. It'd been happening too many times now. Patrick had been waking up every single morning with a massive hard on. It must have been due to the lack of sex he'd been going through. Patrick's dark brown hair was drenched now as he tilted his head back while his strong hand grabbed his cock. He slowly began to stroke it as he thought about some girls at school he'd like to date. He first thought about Laura, a raven-haired beauty with thick full lips. He kept thinking what those lips would feel like wrapped around her pouty lips. Then he thought about Joann, a gorgeous blonde with big blue eyes who had breasts that were big and firm. His thoughts ran wilder as the thought about Laura and Joann together with him in a nice sex sandwich. Patrick looked down to realize he'd just cum all over his hand. He hadn't even felt his own warm man liquid on himself being so lost in his fantasy. "Oh fuck!" Patrick gasped after his erotic masturbation. He smiled to himself and finished his shower. He walked out with the blue terry cloth towel wrapped around his waist. He was walking out the door when he saw little Karen standing there waiting for him to finish. She wore her cute little cotton nightgown and her long auburn hair was a total mess. Patrick patted her little head. He loved his little sister. Too bad she wasn't old enough for him to talk to about serious stuff. Karen looked up to Patrick like a hero. She admired how smart he was since he was going for Prelaw at school and he always helped her with her homework. She'd been a lot closer to Patrick, than Jake. "Hey Kary! The restroom is all yours now. Don't stink it up!" Patrick teased. She giggled with a snort. "Shut up dork!" She playfully punched him in the stomach almost causing the towel to fall off his waist. "Hey! Watch out little girl!" He yelled out. Karen just rolled her eyes and walked in the restroom slamming the door behind her. Patrick just sighed thinking and worried at the same time about how bad of a girl Karen was going to grow up to be. Patrick dressed in his favorite brown long cargo shorts and his green T-shirt that brought out his gorgeous honey hazel eyes. He ran his fingers through his short hair and wondered if he'd ever be able to find true love. Being only 18 he wasn't in any hurry but did wish he could have a steady girlfriend. His schoolwork kept him busy most of the time though. He'd often be jealous of Jake, who managed to have his share of beautiful girls and nice steady relationships. Jake was always smooth with the ladies, but he just never got to show Patrick his tricks. It was late afternoon when Jake arrived to the house. The first thing that Patrick heard was his mother squealing over her son's arrival. Patrick ran downstairs eager to see his big brother who he hadn't seen in over five months. When Patrick got downstairs, he saw his parents surrounding Jake with hugs and warm welcomes. Even Karen was there wrapping her little arms around big brother. "God I've missed you all!" Jake said outloud. Patrick smiled at his loving family and saw Jake's eyes wonder over to where he stood. Patrick could see Jake hadn't changed much, except for getting his left eyebrow pierced and his hair spiky. Jake's smile grew more and he basically pushed everyone aside and walked over to Patrick. "Oh shit! Patrick!" Jake shouted out. "Jake!" Patrick screamed. The boys tackled each other as if they were on a football field. They growled like a bunch of barbarians as they were pleased to finally reunite as brother and brother. "Now, now boys!" Mrs. McAlester said laughing as she tried to separate the boys. "Oh honey it's ok. The boys are just glad to be together again." Mr. McAlester replied. Little Karen just stood back and enjoyed this glorious family moment. She hadn't have such a nice moment like this with her family for a while now. Everyone was mostly busy with school or work. The family ate dinner together that night for the first time in a long time as they boys just kept going on and on about college life. It was noisy at the dinner table and everyone but the boys were getting tired of talking and just wanted to wind down a bit and go watch some TV. Their laughs were heard as they sat and watched The funniest Home Videos. "Hey I was thinking we could go fishing." Jake said to Patrick. Patrick was delighted. He watched as his brother spoke and noticed the small shinky metal object in his tongue. "Yeah! Tonight? I think it's awesome weather outside and we could do it. It was so cool the way dad used to take us fishing remember?" The boys had fond memories of when their father used to take them fishing. He'd let them drink beer and they snack all night long while they talked about girls and sports. "Hey dad! Want to go fishing with us?" Jake called out loudly to his father who was in the living room. Mr. McAlester felt tired as hell and just wanted to stay home with his wife and daughter to relax. As much as he loved fishing, tonight he was in no mood. "No Jake. Why don't you and your brother go? I'm beat tonight." "Aww Dad come on!" Patrick pleaded. "No boys it's OK. Just go on without me. You all are free to use my fishing poles. Even my lucky one." The boys high-fived each other and howled like savages in their happiness. They later on left to the gas station to buy beer and snacks for the fishing night out. "Do we have everything we need?" Patrick asked Jake as they stood outside packing their gear in their dad's old truck. "Yeah pretty much. Let me just change. Do you got some shorts I can borrow?" Jake asked looking down at his old jeans. "Yeah I got a pair of khaki cargo shorts if you wanna wear them? I've got plenty of T-shirts too so have your pick. "Alright I'll be back. Go ahead and get the truck started." Jake said as he hurried to go change. Patrick started went ahead and started the truck and waited for Jake. He knew his clothes would fit his brother since they were both about the same size except that Jake was just about two inches taller. A few minutes later, Patrick heard his brother come out the house wearing Patrick's khaki shorts and a white t-shirt. It all looked like it fit pretty well. A little too well. Jake got in the truck tugging on his shirt. "I hope this shirt doesn't make me look gay. I feel it's too tight." Jake scoffed. "Nah it doesn't look tight. " Patrick said with his eyes wondering on his brother?s muscular arms. "Al right whatever, let's go!" Jake demanded as he turned up the radio. They rode down to the lake arriving about 9 that night. The boys unloaded their things and found a nice cozy spot on a small grassland that was far away from the noisy regular fishermen. "Do you want a beer?" Jake asked Patrick as Patrick was putting the bait on the hooks. "Um yeah sure why not." Jake came over to sit next to Patrick setting the cold beer next to him. The night was just perfect and the nice brisk air made it even better to be out fishing. "I just hope we get to catch something." Patrick said looking out into the water. "Well if we don't catch anything it's cool. I just needed to get away from home. I mean I love Mom, Dad, and Karen, but I needed some room to breathe." Jake responded as he sipped his beer. "Yeah it's so good that you decided to come down this weekend. You hadn't visited in a long time." "I know. I'm sorry. It's just that school's been hectic this year and plus my last girlfriend was a real leach." Patrick raised his eyebrow. "What last girlfriend? Janice?" Jake laughed. "No. Her name was Caroline. I dumped Janice a long time ago little brother!" Patrick felt dumb for a moment. He couldn't believe that he, himself, could not keep up with his big brothers girlfriends. "Well shit Jake, your a real male slut, I can't keep up with you!" Patrick said teasing his brother. Jake just laughed off the comment and they boys sat on the quiet grass and started their fishing. They sat in silence for a few minutes and could faintly hear the loud laughs and screams of the other fishermen. They continued to catch up on what was new in their lives. It'd been already two hours and they hadn't caught anything. Patrick didn't seem to have his mind on fishing though. "Did that hurt?" Patrick asked Jake. "Did what hurt?" "That tongue ring. I've always wanted one but I was too chicken to get one." Jake shrugged. "I don't know, some say it hurts and some say it doesn't so I'm gonna be honest with you, it did hurt but not to the point where I was crying or anything." "What about the eyebrow one. Did that one hurt?" "I have to admit that one hurt more than the tongue one believe it or not." "Really? That's weird. I figured the tongue one would hurt mo-" "Wooh! I think I got something here!" Jake exclaimed as he felt a bite. "Alright then bring it out!" Patrick cheered. Jake pulled out a 12 inch bass fish and looked as if he was so proud of himself. Patrick smiled as his brother got excited over his first catch in a long time. They watched the fish viciously squirm around for air as Patrick pulled out the pliers to cut the fish loose. "Here just put it in the cooler here. Hopefully we can catch at least two more like these." Jake said. The boys put the fish in the cooler and continued their business. Patrick couldn't get the image of Jake in his tongue ring out of his mind. He wondered if that's why girls liked him so much. He'd heard that a tongue ring drove many women wild specially in oral sex. "Why so quiet?" Jake asked. "Uh no reason. Just wondering about the piercings still that's all." "Why you so curious? I mean if your that curious why not go out and get one yourself?" Patrick chuckled. "No way! You know I'm not into all piercings and stuff. Jake gave him a devilish smirk. "Yeah right. I know you can be wild little brother." Patrick just remained silent as they fished. The night was starting to get chilly and Patrick started to sit Indian style. Jake looked at ease as he caught yet another big fish. "Man your the one having all the luck tonight." Patrick said in a jealous tone. "Aww come on now. You know you used to catch all the fish when we were growing up." Jake added. "Yeah I know, but it doesn't seem like I'm catching any tonight." "It's ok I'm sure you'll get one. Here you can used Dad's fish pole for good luck if you want." Patrick burst out laughing. "No Jake that aint gonna help me. I need a miracle! Besides I'm getting tired. Maybe we should be heading home?" "Yeah I guess so. I'm tired and who knows when I'll catch another fish. Here can I have the bottle there. I need to clean my hands." Patrick handed Jake the clean water bottle as Jake washed his hands from the fish smell. The boys gathered their things and were ready to head back home. Jake was carrying the cooler and the fishing poles and Patrick was still gathering the junk food and beer they didn't even get to finish. Just as Patrick was getting ready to get up he felt his foot slide on the slick grass and he fell on his back letting all the beer and food fall besides him. Jake immediately turned around and dropped the things he was carrying. "Oh shit Patrick you OK?" Jake asked trying not to laugh. Patrick felt his face turn red. "Yeah I'm alright. Shit I fell on my ass!" Jake couldn't help but laugh hysterically. "Damn you all right?" Jake extended out his hand to help his brother up. Feeling wicked, Patrick got his brothers hand as if he was going to get up, but instead dragged him down with him. "Hey! You fucker!" Jake yelled out as he fell on the wet grass with his brother. Patrick felt Jake get on top of him as if he was going to kick his ass. They boys began to wrestle playfully letting their clothes get wet from the dew that was falling from the sky. Their hair was drenched now as they rolled around in the grass laughing and playing. It was a sudden stop the made Patrick realize what was going to happen next. Patrick laid in the grass trying to catch his breath as Jake laid on top of him just gazing in his eyes. Patrick felt his heart race as his sexy brother's body was leaning all over his. Jake's body felt strong and warm. Patrick looked up at his brother and he felt Jake lean down to kiss him softly. Jake's kiss was absolutely invigorating. Patrick felt Jake's lips kiss his with tenderness. It was only their lips that met no tongue for the moment. They kissed in soft pecks as little by little their lips wet with each other's saliva. Jake pulled away as he sat down trying to get back to reality. Patrick raised himself up as well as they sat across from each other. "I-I'm sorry Patrick." Jake apologized nervously. Patrick was still bewildered by what had happened. "Um it's OK I guess. I mean it was just a kiss Jake." Jake looked down at Patrick's shorts and then his own. Both boys had raging hard ons. "Are you sure it wasn't more than just a kiss?" Asked Jake moving closer to Patrick. Patrick felt himself losing his breath as Jake put his hand behind his neck stroking his short hair. Jake leaned closer to Patrick this time planting his lips tightly on his brother. Patrick just let himself go and kissed his brother back. Jake slid his tongue inside Patrick's mouth. He let his tongue explore his brother's mouth. Patrick felt paralyzed as he abruptly felt Jakes tongue ring moving around inside his mouth. Patrick quickly let his own tongue touch his brothers as he felt the metal stud caressing against his tongue. The boys' kisses were so seductive and so raw. It was one of the most erotic kisses Patrick had ever experienced. Their hot breath was brushing on each other's warm skin. "I love you so much. This feels right." Jake whispered as he started to kiss Patrick's neck. Patrick was still in a state of shock but little by little he came back to reality feeling his brothers powerful kisses. Jake ran his tongue down Patrick's neck letting his tongue ring tickle his brother's skin. Patrick felt himself shiver in satisfaction from his handsome brother. Patrick felt Jake sucking on his neck as if he was leaving him a love mark to prove he'd been with him. "No, don't give me a hickey. Now how would I explain that to Mom and Dad?" Patrick asked nervously. Jake looked deep into her brother's eyes. He could still remember when Patrick was a skinny little kid who would follow him around and now he was absolutely gorgeous and not so little anymore. "Ok sorry I was getting carried away." Jake said quietly as he grazed his lips on Patrick's. Patrick closed his eyes as he was living out such a sexy fantasy of being seduced by his own brother, the guy he used to look up to and still did. With a quivering hand, Patrick slowly slid his hand down to Jake's shorts feeling the hard bulging cock that was yearning to come out. Jake moaned quietly as he felt his brother's gentle touch as if he was discovering sex for the first time. Jake found himself desiring his brother more on each kiss, each touch. The boys continued swapping saliva with their passionate kisses. Patrick carried on playing with Jake's rock hard cock over his shorts. Patrick was having the best time of his life but even better as he felt his brother reach down to play with his cock. All that was heard was the low-pitched sounds of the two brothers moaning in delight. Jake broke the kiss they'd been sharing and left Patrick aching for his brothers lips. Jake stared at his brother and let his tongue slip out inviting Patrick to touch his tongue with his own. Patrick then found himself sticking out his own tongue and placing it on Jake's. Their tongues entwined as their lips made no contact. Patrick loved the way Jake's tongue ring felt as he rolled his tongue over it. Their hands were now down each other's shorts rubbing now more intensely. Jake began to suck on his little brother's tongue savoring the warmth of it. Patrick was desperately yearning for Jake to touch his cock skin to skin. Jake himself was anxious to feel his brother's hard pulsing cock in his hands. He reached down to unzip his brother's shorts as he felt Patrick gasp in excitement. His hand wondered down Patrick's shorts feeling his boxers and slowing creeping down to feel his hairless balls down to his big hard cock. Jake grabbed Patrick's cock tightly in his hand feeling the veins on his palm. Patrick's moan intensified as he felt his brother pull out his cock and start stroking it. The boys' kiss broke as Patrick continued to moan. His eyes were closed and Jake just gazed at him getting off. Jake looked at his brother's cock, which was so big and fat. He was only about an inch smaller than himself. The mushroom head of Patrick's cock was shiny with precum. The glow of his brother's precum could be seen in the moonlight, which was the only light that they shared. Patrick was lost in his own rapture feeling the tenderness of his brother's hand as he stroked his cock up and down, slowly. "You wanna cum for me?" Jake whispered. Patrick opened his eyes and looked at his brother full of desire. "Yes. I wanna cum so bad! But I want you to cum too." Patrick got closer to his brother and quickly began to unzip his shorts eagerly wanting to pull his cock out. He reached down and felt the flannel material on his brother's boxers and went directly to his cock grabbing it tightly and pulling it out. Jake groaned in pleasure feeling his little brother's stroke. The boys' now holding each other's cock began to stroke simultaneously. Once again they kissed in deep long kisses as they enjoyed masturbating each other. "Oh God you feel so good!" Jake shrilled. "You feel incredible Jake. I love you." Patrick responded as he started to kiss Jakes neck. The boys' breathing was getting heavier as they stroked their cocks harder and faster. They continued to share hot kisses. "Oh fuck I'm so close to cumming," Patrick blurted out. "Me too," grunted Jake, "Oh God! Touch my balls. I'm so ready to explode!" Patrick slid his hand to touch Jakes swollen balls. They felt hot with sweat as his brother was so ready to spurt his cum. Patrick placed his lips on Jake's lips to kiss his brother one last time before he blew his own load. At the moment of climax they boys grunted in unison letting their moans be heard loudly as they shot their cum. Long strings of hot cum shot all over each other's hands. They pressed their lips together tightly as they came letting out fierce orgasms. After a few moments of recovering they lay in the wet grass together covered with sweat. They caught their breath slowly as they looked at each other smiling wickedly. "Fuck that was hot!" Jake finally spoke. Patrick looked at his brother with love. "Hell yeah. We ought to come fishing more often." They rested on the wet grass until they were ready to head back home. It had been a special moment shared that neither of them would ever forget. Going home, they realized they had to get back to just being brothers not lovers.