Date: Tue, 02 Mar 2010 18:20:23 -0500
From: whitewold999@icqmail.com
Subject: Fishing for Cock (gay/adult youth, oral anal, b/M)

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discovering their sexuality.  It contains graphic
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                 Fishing for Cock
                       By
                      Wolf

	It was a warm summer's day when I took it
upon myself to go fishing along the Manitowoc Rived
in Wisconsin.  I was an 11-year-old blond at the time.
I was barely five feet tall and a rather skinny kid.
It was the summer between the fourth and fifth
grade.

	I was working my way along the back of the
river on the sunny side to keep from casting a
shadow on the water.  I had stripped off my clothes
so that they would not get wet, and I could wade out
into the water.  I hid them in a place I thought
would be safe.  All I had on was my white jockey
shorts.  I didn't expect to see anyone because it was
a work day.  I assumed everyone would be at work.
When I came upon a pickup with a cab-over camper
shell I assumed it had been abandoned, and didn't
pay much attention to it.

	I thought I was an expert fisherman.  Just
after passing the parked truck I swung my rod in an
effort to cast my line as far out into the river into a
spot behind where the water swirled telling me there
was a rock creating a backwash where fish would
rest before continuing upstream.  My line got
snagged on something in the water, so I jerked back
on the pole to trying to free my hook.  When the line
came free it flew back and the fishhook caught on
the crotch of my underwear.  My instinct was to
cast again the hook sank deep into the flesh of my
little penis.  I almost panicked and came dancing out
of the water whining because of the pain.  That's
when I first saw the man sitting in a folding camp
chair at the back of the camper.  I asked him to
help me get the hook out of my privates.

	The man stood up and approached me.  All he
had on was a pair of khaki shorts.  He saw where I
had caught myself and just a hint of blood showing
on the front of my wet underwear.  He acted quickly
to come to my aid.  He took the fishing-pole from
my hand and led me to his vehicle.  The man sees
where the hook has caught me.  The man suggested
that he would take me home so that my parents
could take me to the doctor's to have the hook
removed.

	I begged him not to take me home because I
had ditched school to go fishing.  If you take me
home my mother will kill me.

	He said if the hook is not removed it will get
infected.  I might have to cut the underwear away
to get a look at the hook.  I was confused but in no
position to object.  The man squeezed the front of
the underwear and a little more blood appeared on
the underwear.  I howled in pain.  I agreed to let him
do anything.

	The man carried me into the camper and sat
me on top of the table with the laminate oak top.
He pulled out a pocket knife and cut the fishing line.
Then he pulled my underwear down.  He pulled the
material over the hook and line, so that he pulled my
underwear free of my feet.  He opened a cabinet in
his camper and retried a first aid kit.  He took out a
small wire cutter and cut the eye of the fishhook
off.  Then he actually pushed the hook through the
skin and pulled the hook all of the way through the
skin.

	He smiled and told me that he didn't have any
antiseptic.  If he didn't disinfect the puncture I
could get an infection.  He suggested that there was
one way to do that.  He could do it the way the
Indians used to do it.  They used to suck the poison
from wounds.

	At that point I would have agreed to anything.
I told him that I would let him do whatever thought
was the best.  The man gave me a big grin.  The man
took my little 2.5 inch dick into his mouth and
started sucking on me.  The area above my dick was
hairless and man placed his hand on it while he
sucked on my dick.

	I had learned how to jack off from a friend
and had been playing with myself for a couple of
years.  What he was doing to me was far more
exciting than anything I had done to myself.  I was
soon gasping in the thralls of a dry climax.  The man
was fully aware of what he had induced in the boy.

	The man said, "Since we are sharing so much
trust in each other.  My name is Jim.  I just took a
few days off to enjoy the peace and quiet for a few
days.  What is your name?"

	I answered his question, "My name is Ken."
After I came down from my high I asked the man,
"What happened to me."

	Jim sat on the bench next to the table and
said, "I think I should do that one more time to be
sure I got everything out.  There is also something I
think would help.  There is a gland located inside
your body called the prostrate.  If I massage it you
will cum even faster.  I need to stick my finger
inside your butt to massage it for you."

	I agreed to let him do whatever he wanted.

	Jim starts licking around my little hairless balls
and cock again until I got another boner.  Jim found
something to wet his finger and pushed his finger
into my asshole so that he could massage my
prostrate while he returned to sucking on my dick.

	While he was doing that, I admired what the
man looked like.  He was a nice looking man with
black hair and sideburns.  He had some hair on his
chest.  His hair was dry.  There was no hair oil on his
hair.  I knew because I had placed my hands on top
of his head while he was sucking my dick again.  His
finger was in my ass wiggling around.  I was enjoying
the way he was sucking me.  I came again.

	Jim sat up and suggested that I come back
again tomorrow to be sure that he got all of the
infection out.  I assured him that I would come back
tomorrow after school.  I put my underwear back on
and picked up my fishing pole and headed back down
stream to where my clothes were hidden.

	The next day I told my best friend all about
what had happened the day before.  He was very
excited, "You're telling me that a good looking grown
man gave you two blowjobs."

	I assured him that was exactly what happened.
He wanted to come with me to watch him do it again.
After school we headed directly back to the location
where Jim was camping.  When we approached his
campsite he was sitting on the same chair as the day
before.  He was reading a book as I approached.

	When he saw us approaching he closed the
book and got a puzzled look on his face at the sight
of another boy with me.  He asked me why I had
brought along a friend.  I told him that my buddy
wanted to watch you give me another treatment.
Jim got a big grin on his face, when I told him that.

	He ushered us into the camper.  He told my
buddy to have a seat at the table.  After my buddy
slid into the bench seat, Jim helped me get out of
my school clothes.  When I was totally naked he
picked me up and sat me on that table again.  This
time he removed his own khaki shorts.  He didn't
even have underwear on.  When I looked at his
crotch I was impressed with the tool he was packing.
All I could say was, "WOW!"

	My buddy also said, "Geeze!"

	Jim said, "You can take a closer look if you like.
I was thinking about you all day after you left.  I
had to spend the rest of the day jacking off."

	Jim began the examination again.  There were
just two little punctures where the hook went in and
came out.  He handled my little dick carefully.
There was no discomfort, and I got another boner.
He said that he better give you another treatment
to make sure.  With that he started sucking on my
cock again.  Like the last time he stuck his finger
into a jar of some sort of pink jell and stuck his
finger back up my ass.  In no time I had another dry
climax that had my heart racing and I closed my
eyes while the rush passed.  Jim eventually withdrew
his finger and lifted his head.

	He looked at my buddy and asked, "Would you
like to find out what it feels like?"

	My buddy lit up like a Christmas tree, "Oh,
YHEA!"

	I hopped off the table and slid into the bench
seat on the other side of the table.  Jim slid out of
the other seat to allow my friend to get out.  Jim
helped him get out of all of his clothes and helped
him get on top of the table.  He was just as hairless
as me.

	From where I was sitting I could watch him
sucking on my friend's dick.  I could also see under
the table and watch Jim while he used his right hand
to jack himself off.  I could tell that he was
circumcised too.  I had never seen an adults cock up
close before.  I could see the crooked blood vessel
working its way up the length of his big dick.  He
also had a thick bush of pubic hair.  Jim's fist was
pumping up and down fast and furiously. When my
friend had his dry cum Jim climaxed and shot cum
all over the linoleum floor.  I soon wanted Jim to
give me another dry climax too.

	My buddy and I thought it was very cool to get
blown by an adult.  We learned that he was 24-
years-old.  When we would drop by we would get in
his camper and take off our clothes.  He would blow
us and we would jack him off.  It was all we could do
to get the mushroom head into our mouths.

	One day my friend had to go home after
school.  His family was going to his grandparent's.  I
headed for Jims place on my own.  When I got there
we went inside as usual.  We took off our clothes
and he sucked me off quickly.  Then he sat me on his
lap, while we talked.  He asked me if I liked him
giving me a finger wave.  I assured him that I did
like that.  He told me that if I was willing he would
be happy to teach me about fucking.  I was reluctant
to allow him to stick that thing of his in my asshole.
After awhile I relented and agreed to allow him to
fuck me.

	He draped me face down across the table with
my legs dangling over the side.  Whatever that pink
jelly was felt cold when he spread it around the
opening of my ass and stuffed some into the hole.
He had plenty on his hand while he grasped the
shaft of his cock.  He used his greasy hand to jack
off a little while.  Then he placed his cold hand on
my back and wiped his cock up and down the narrow
valley of my ass.  Then he pressed it against the
opening.  It hurt like hell.  I started to beg him to
pull it out.  I was sobbing like a baby.  Jim was not
about to stop.  He started fucking my asshole faster
and faster.  This time when he came it was in my
ass.  He continued to fuck me until he got hard
again.  My ass was numb by then, but I was still
crying.  When he withdrew his cock my asshole, it
felt like my asshole was on fire.  When I reached
back to feel my asshole, it was wide open and the rim
was swollen.  I felt the slimy cum and had to check
it out to be sure that it was not blood.  My fingers
were covered with white cum.

	I wiped my ass with a lot of toilet paper but
never seemed to get all of the cum out of my ass.  I
finally had to get dressed and waddle home.  I had
to think about that a lot.  I like having my cock
sucked and sucking cock but getting my ass fuck
hurt a lot.  My butt still hurt the next day.  I would
not tell my friend what had happened.

	After school we headed for the place Jim had
his camper parked, only to discover that the truck
was gone.  We could see where the truck had been
parked and the tracks in the dust leading back to
the paved road.  I suspected that he had left,
because he got scared that I would tell someone
that he had hurt me when he fucked my ass.

	My friend and I were disappointed that he had
left.  We walked along the bank of the river on our
way home.  I told him that Jim had fucked me in the
ass the day before.  He wanted to know what it felt
like.  I told him the truth.  I told him that it hurt
like hell.  It took awhile before I felt something that
felt good.  We kept talking about it on the way
home.

	We had to try it.  We stopped in some bushes
near the river and I allowed him to fuck me.  After
Jim had fucked me, my friends cock slipped in easily.
He was the one that whined when I fucked him.  He
never wanted to do that again.  From then on all he
wanted to do was suck cocks.

	I had to find another adult that would like to
fuck a young boy.  My problem was where to find
one.  It took me awhile to find out where to find the
kind of men I was looking for.



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