Date: Wed, 19 Oct 2016 10:06:25 -0700
From: Oregon Bear <oregonbear9@gmail.com>
Subject: Fisherman's Luck

This story contains graphic descriptions of adult gay sex. If this offends
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			     Fisherman's Luck

	The boat slowly rocked, as we hauled in the last of the lines from
a long day of fishing.  The ocean had calmed, the rare east wind now just a
slight breeze, turning the usually turbulent Pacific into a mirror.
	The summer fishing season had been a good one for us, filling the
hold every day with a harvest of salmon, and, for a few weeks, tuna.
Today, we hadn't filled the hold yet and there was enough ice to last
another day. Captain Mike had decided we should stay out overnight.  We'd
save on fuel, and take some time to enjoy a rare calm evening on the ocean.
	It was just the two of us now.  Joe, the college kid Mike had hired
at the start of summer, had left yesterday, wanting some time to play
before heading back to school.  Without Joe, we'd worked extra hard,
pulling in the heavy lines loaded with salmon, our backs fully into the
work, even with the help of the power winches.
	We were both covered with sweat, fish blood and slime, the hold
about two thirds full.  We lifted the cover over the hold and tied the
lines, coiling them for tomorrow's early morning run.
	We'd run about ten miles off shore, and found ourselves all alone
on the sea, far enough out that we could only see the tops of the coastal
mountains, and the still bright sun heading down to the horizon.  Already,
the western sky was turning a brilliant orange.
	Mike turned on the hose pump, spraying the deck with a healthy
nozzle blast of sea water.
	"Spray me down, too, " I shouted over the rumbling sounds of the
water pump and the diesel engine.
	Mike turned the hose on me, rinsing off the day's accumulation of
grime from my rubber pants, boots and coat.  The cold sea water refreshed
me, and I peeled off my T-shirt and jeans, motioning him to hose me down as
well. The day's stench of fish and sweat poured off me, replaced with the
tangy smell of salt water and fresh sea air.
	"My turn," Mike shouted, tossing the nozzle and the end of the hose
to me.
	I sprayed him down, and watched him strip off his rubber clothes,
then his shirt and pants.
	We laughed, enjoying cooling off under the water, and getting clean
after the sweaty day hauling in fish.
	Mike turned to me, and stripped off his boxers, his cock flopping
into the air, under a thick bush of hair that ran up his belly and across
his muscular chest.
	"Clean me up all the way," Mike laughed.
	He spread his legs on the deck, directing me to soak down his
crotch.  He turned, spreading his butt cheeks, and I hosed him down there,
too, admiring the tight muscles of his legs, butt, and back, and the whorls
of hair across his cheeks and legs.
	"Ah, that felt great," he said.  "Now, let's get you clean all
over, too."
	I blushed, not sure I wanted Mike to see me completely nude.  My
cock had swollen at the sight of my captain's impressive cock and large
hairy balls.  He didn't know I was gay.  Being a gay fisherman isn't a
popular asset in the fishing fleet, and I'd kept those secrets away from
him.
	"Come on," he said. "Drop your shorts, so I can clean you up.
Then, we can have a beer."
	I stripped off my already soaking wet boxers, and faced Mike, my
cock at half mast.
	"You're a big one," he said, as he hosed me down.
	I turned, letting him hose down my butt crack and giving him a good
view of my ass and the back of my ball sack.
	He flicked a switch, and the pump fell silent, the hose spilling
the last of the salt water across the now clean deck.  He cut the engine,
too.  Our day was done and we could just drift for the night.
	The quiet filled my ears, broken only by a few bird cries and the
soft breeze through the rigging.
	"Let's hang up all that gear on that line, and we can let 'em air
dry over night," he said.  "I'll get us some beers."
	Our wet, but clean gear soon hung over a line above the deck, the
air feeling unusually warm.
	I stood there, still half hard, taking in the sight of his bare ass
as he stepped into the cabin to get the beers from the ice chest.
	"What's he going to think of me, popping a hard on," I thought, my
brain still thinking of his muscled, hairy body and his thick cock dancing
in the sea breeze.
	Mike stepped out of the cabin, his hands clenching two quarts of
IPA from a local brewery, one of the region's most popular beers.
	"Let's relax," he said, handing me a bottle.
	"Cheers, and to a good day's work," he added.
	We clinked our bottles and then took a healthy swig of the cold
beer.
	"Uh, shouldn't we get some clothes?" I asked.
	"Nah, its warm out, and we can air dry.  Besides, there's no one
but us for as far as we can see.  Just us men here," he said.
	Mike winked at me, and broke into a smile.
	"You know, you're a good looking man," he said.  "You got some nice
equipment there."
	I blushed, my cock still half hard.
	"You might not know it, Jim," Mike said.  "But I've been admiring
you for quite a while.  It's no secret to me that you like men. And, so do
I, especially good looking men like you."
	I stammered, not knowing what to say.
	A few pelicans soared past, their wings outspread, silently gliding
over the near mirror-like ocean, silhouetted against the brilliant colors
of the evening sky.
	"Peaceful out here, isn't it? Mike asked.
	I nodded, my heart still racing over what Mike had said about me
being gay, and him liking men.
      "Now what, where do we go with that?" I thought.
	A bit of sweat broke out in my pits, and I felt my balls rise a bit
in their sack.  My cock betrayed me, too, growing a little harder, a little
bigger.
	"I, I don't know what to say," I said.
	Mike nodded, looking into my eyes.
	"Well, I'm hoping you'll say yes, Jim," he said. "I'd like us to
get to know each other a lot better tonight."
	"You've got a beautiful body, and I'd like to share my bed with
me."
	"I'd like you to teach me some things, too, about how to really
love a man," he said.
	"I nodded, and stepped towards him, moving close to his chest, as
his arms closed around me, his strong hands grasping my back, and a cheek
of my butt.
	His lips found mine, and we kissed, softly at first.  The bristles
of my two day old beard snagged in the thick nest of whiskers of his thick,
curly beard.
	"I don't really know all that much," I whispered.
	"Oh, I bet you know more than you think you do," Mike said,
breaking out in a grin.
	His fingers ran across my cheek and along my whiskery jaw and chin.
	"I like my men bearded," he whispered. "Especially when they suck
my cock and lick my balls."
	I blushed again, feeling shy at his touch, and his invitation.
	"I really haven't been with very many guys," I said.  "I probably
won't be very good for you, won't satisfy you."
	"Nonsense," Mike said.  "We have all night, and we'll take this
slow.  We'll both learn about each other, and become even better lovers."
	Mike kissed me again, his tongue hard against my lips, finding my
own tongue, and sucking gently on it, his breath soft and warm against my
face.
	His hands moved across my hips, finding my now stiff cock between
our bellies, his fingers grasping me, slowly moving up and down my shaft.
He slowly pushed my foreskin down from around the tip of my cock, and
slowly moved around my piss slit, wettened by the drop of precum that had
oozed out.
	"You're such a big man," Mike whispered.
	His hand kept stroking me, as he moved down to my chest, his lips
and tongue sucking gently on a nipple.  His fingers tugged on the patch of
fur in the center of my now sweaty chest, my heart pumping even more blood
into my fully erect cock, pulsing in his fingers.
	Mike moved down even further, kneeling on the deck, nudging me back
against the boom, and pushed my bare feet farther apart, my crotch now
fully open to his bearded face and wet, inviting lips and tongue.
	He took me slowly, sliding down until his lips met his fist
grasping the base of my cock, and then began to dance with me, sliding
slowly up and down, his spit soaking into the curls surrounding my cock.
His other hand explored me slowly, cupping my balls, rolling them between
his fingers, then running back along the line that ran between my balls and
back towards my hole.
	Soft moans escaped my lips, as I looked down beyond my naked,
sweaty chest, to my Captain's head against my groin, watching him slowly
move in and out against my cock, his moustache and beard catching in my
bush, the day's last sunlight glinting on his bearded face and my sweaty
chest and belly.
	A hand moved up, finding my nipple again, and stroking it, sending
waves of electricity down my body and into my balls, as my cum began to
rise, until he would push me over the edge, and I'd shoot ropes of my seed
across his hairy, manly face and across his thick chest.
	All too soon, I cried out Mike's name, as he sucked my seed out of
my aching, thrusting cock, across his lips and tongue, and down his furry
chest, his fingers massaging my prostate, sending bolts of lightning
through my brain.
	He slid me to the deck then, me gasping for air, my legs weak,
unable to hold my still spewing cock.  He held me in his arms, his hands
gently stroking my balls and my chest, his mouth tasting the last of my
seed, leaving me wet and spent.
	The slight swell of the ocean rocked me almost to sleep, as Mike
kissed me again, his salt-roughened hands again exploring me, guiding me to
his still hard cock and his full balls.
	"Your turn, Captain," I whispered, as I moved to slide on top of
him, my lips taking their time to explore his nipples, the thick fur
splayed across his chest, his hard, furry belly, and the treasures that
were just beyond.
	Later, we paused to finish our first bottles of beer, watching the
full moon rise above the far off mountains, our faces still smeared by the
drying cum of two new lovers.
	It would prove to be a long night at sea, the silence broken
occasionally by the moanings of men crying out each other's names and the
names of the gods of the sea, and naked, sweaty skin of an old salt
slapping in an age old rhythm against another naked fisherman.

--Oregon Bear 10/18/2016