Date: Fri, 16 May 2014 06:02:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: emmett1120@yahoo.com
Subject: Fishing trip with Josh Part 1
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between an underage teen boy and an adult. The characters are fictional,
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Fishing trip with Josh - Getting Ready
I was 35, and had just broken up with my girlfriend, whom I had
ALMOST married, but thankfully didn't. During the summer months I had
enjoyed the freedom of remaining single. As the fall started, and choir
started up again (I sang in a large professional choir), I saw a very
attractive woman in the alto section. Since my confidence around women was
much better than it had been, I approached her after a couple of rehearsals
when we had exchanged glances. Her name was Laura. She was very pretty,
with long brown hair, a sweet face, green eyes, and a very nice figure. I
thought she was 30 or so, but it turned out she was only a few months
younger than me. She dressed well, and as we got to know each other I
found out that she was in sales, had recently divorced her husband, and had
two kids at home. That last part didn't scare me, since my recent
girlfriend was a single mom, and I had gotten along well with her young
son. Laura's kids were a bit older. She had a son, Josh, who was 11 at
the time, and a daughter, Rachel, who was almost 10. The funny thing was
that it took a few times of chatting at rehearsals before she asked ME out!
Our dates started out simple: dinners out, movies, meet for coffee on
Sunday mornings. Soon they became romantic, and eventually we did a
weekend together when her ex husband had the kids. She was very, very
sexual, and she told me I was her first lover since her divorce. While we
dated she had been reticent to tell me why she'd divorced her ex, but on
this weekend she told me that he'd left her - for another guy. Turns out
he'd been gay all along, but married her and started the family to keep a
certain image. Their divorce was amicable, and when I finally did meet
him, he was a nice guy. Didn't even look like the stereotypical gay
either. He had a live-in partner, and they lived in Santa Monica. So, for
Laura, dating me, and eventually trusting me enough for us to become
intimate, was a big step. By now Josh was 12 and Rachel was 10. I was
involved in their lives pretty heavily: both of them played soccer, Josh
played in little league, so weekends were often all of us together. They
were good kids too. And VERY good looking. At 12, Josh had a toned and
lean body from being athletic, and a shock of dark hair that cascaded over
his ears and sometimes down to his neck. Rachel took after her mom,
pretty, lithe, long honey blonde hair and sharp blue eyes. After Laura and
I had been together for nearly a year, we decided to marry, and then took
another year to plan it. Josh and Rachel were in the wedding, and were now
14 and 12 respectively. Josh was getting taller, but was still very toned
and smooth. He was on the school swim team, played volleyball, soccer and
baseball. Rachel was still in soccer, but was becoming a very pretty
preteen girl. She started to need a training bra when she was 11, and by
12, she had some nice lumps filling out her bikini top or the camisole tops
she liked to wear. After the wedding, Laura's parents stayed with the kids
while we honeymooned in Tahoe, and life continued. I had turned 38 before
our wedding, and Laura turned 38 a week after our honeymoon.
Things were great. Laura and the kids loved to fish, and I became a
decent fisherman under their instruction. Josh, in particular, liked to
help me. He showed me how to tie the knots needed, how to work a rod and
reel, pretty much everything. I often would fish in the local mountains
with just him, or just Laura, or one time with Josh and Rachel. As Josh
grew he retained his toned and smooth form from all his sports activities.
He wasn't a buff muscular guy, but just very toned. He had a very flat
belly, smooth legs, and liked to walk around the house in just his boxer
briefs, something that would elicit a reprimand from Laura. Often he wore
baggy soccer shorts, and I found myself catching views of his junk. Quick
views - I didn't want to stare. Yeah, Josh was turning into a really good
look, hot teen guy. Rachel wasn't too bad either. In the couple of years
since we had gotten married she'd grow up, and out, and filled out her
bikini very nicely. She loved to wear short cut off shorts showing her
great legs. She'd taken up running now, and ran every day with one of her
girlfriends, or sometimes with Laura. That fist summer up at a cabin that
we liked (which was on a lake in the eastern Sierra) it was tough for me
not only to see Laura looking good in shorts and a tank top with no bra,
but to see 13 year old Rachel in much the same thing. There were several
times that Laura would give me a "show" and bend over to reveal her braless
and firm tits (just to me). But often I'd catch Rachel do the same thing.
A couple of years had passed since the wedding. Josh was now 16,
still involved in sports, and had even a better toned and smooth body. He
must've been about 5' 8" by now, and no more than 150 lean pounds. Rachel
was 14, and was still in soccer, and now girls softball, girls basketball
and girl's swimming at school. She seemed to be even more sexual than
ever. The tops revealed more, the shorts were shorter, the look and the
hair said "fuck me." I will admit that I was looking forward to our yearly
week at the cabin with our friends just to see Rachel in a bikini, and also
see my wife in a swimsuit! We were both 40 now, but she could still pass
for early 30's! But sometimes the best plans get all messed up. Two weeks
before we were supposed to go our friends had to back out. My buddy had
lost his job, and so they had to cut the trip due to the costs. We offered
to help cover it, and they appreciated the gesture, but declined. Then the
week before the trip Rachel received news that she had gotten into a
prestigious summer music program at a local college (she sang like her mom
and I did), and after much discussion we decided that she should take that
opportunity rather than head to the cabin. Then, a day or so after that
news my wife was told that she had a chance to nail a substantial contract,
but had to take a series of meetings in St. Louis that week to do it, and
it was that same week we were to go to the cabin, and no other week. She
had to take it. We called the rental management company to ask if we could
get another date, but there was nothing open for the remainder of the
summer. It was next week or not at all. So, we made arrangements for the
grandparents to take Rachel to the classes, and Josh and I would take the
cabin for the week.
Josh and I packed up the night before we left, getting everything
together. We got up and headed out early on Saturday, stopping only for
pee breaks and lunch in Bishop. We also stocked up food and stuff in
Bishop at the Smart & Final and Vons. We were at the cabin by
mid-afternoon, and got settled in. The cabin was very nice. Basically a
large kitchen, a large great room that had the dining table, a pull out
sofa and a large easy chair, then a bedroom with a full sized bed. The
bathroom was large too with a shower. There were tons of windows in the
great room and kitchen, and one window in the bathroom and one in the
bedroom. We'd stayed in this cabin before, so we knew it well. It only
took us an hour or so to get unpacked, get the kitchen in order, and then
get out our tackle to fish. The cabin was one of three located on
property. The one to our left was across a lawn and 2-stories, and slept
four. The one to our right, which was the one our friends rented, hadn't
gotten rented, so it was vacant. It could sleep four as well. So,
basically Josh and I had all that shoreline area in front of ours and the
other cabin to ourselves. It was early August, so the temperatures were
warm enough that we were both in shorts. Josh, of course, stripped off his
shirt as soon as we were at the water, and fished in just his board shorts.
I found myself occasionally stealing glances as his toned and smooth form.
And I thought of what his sister or even his mom might look like if they'd
been here. We fished that first afternoon all afternoon, catching nothing,
and then went in as it got dark and had dinner. After dinner we set up the
small TV with the built-in VCR on one of the dining room chairs and popped
in a tape. There wasn't much else to do! There was a fire pit outside the
cabin, but I hadn't gotten any wood yet. We were both seated on the couch,
the TV/VCR on, and Josh leaning into me. When the movie ended he asked me
if I'd brought my electric razor, which I told him I had. I was a bit
surprised, since Josh only needed to shave once a week, and he'd shaved the
day before. When I commented on that his response nearly made me fall off
the couch.
"I need to trim and shave my pubes."
He said it so matter-of-factly that I had no thought of what to
say. As he got up from the couch he asked me where they were. I told him
the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. He continued to talk as he walked
back there.
"Yeah. I trim and shave every few weeks, and had planned to last
night, but you were all busy getting packed and shit," I heard the cabinet
open, "so I totally forgot." I could hear the sound of the Velcro of his
board shorts being separated, and the sound of his shorts then slipping
down his legs. Then the razor started up. I heard the "click" of the
trimmer being popped out, and soon the sound of it trimming off his pubes.
I wasn't aware that Josh trimmed and shaved regularly, but I had seen him
naked a few times by accident (or maybe not) and noticed he was pretty
trimmed down there. Now I knew why. He kept it that way. Soon the sound
of the trimmer stopped and the sound of the razor itself took over. I was
still trying to focus on the movie, but was distracted by the sound, and
the visuals in my head of him trimming. I didn't want to look, since to do
so would be obvious that I WAS looking. It didn't take long for him to do
the job - less than 5 minutes. I heard the razor being put back in the
medicine cabinet and forced myself to watch the movie. In the corner of my
eye I could tell Josh was as the door to the bedroom.
"Whaddaya think?"
I looked up at Josh standing the bedroom doorway. He was naked. He
stood there, arms spread out so I could see him completely, board shorts in
his right hand. He was totally, boyishly smooth. If it wasn't for his
nearly 5' 8" frame and toned body, I'd have sworn he was half his age. He
repeated his inquiry again, asking me what I thought. I took a deep
swallow, and stammered out my response.
"Well, I, uh, ahem, I, uh", long pause, "It, it, looks....good." I
really didn't know HOW to respond. Here was a very good looking toned
athletic 16 year old boy, naked and totally smooth standing just feet from
me, asking me if I thought he looked good trimmed and shaved.
I gave out a small laugh. "What do you WANT me to say?" I asked.
Josh, shrugged, and started to put on his board shorts. I watched as he
slid them up his toned legs, carefully tucked his dick in, and only secured
them with the Velcro.
"I dunno," he started. "Maybe that it looks good or something like
that."
"Well," I looked at his eyes. "It looks good. I like it trim and
neat down there too." OOOPS! Did I just reveal too much. Josh asked me
if I ever trimmed or shaved, and I told him I had in the past, but hadn't
in a while. He then revealed that he knew his mom bikini waxed down there
and often kept it trimmed, which surprised me that he knew that. He then
volunteered his sister completely trims hers off. I wanted to ask how he
knew all this as he plopped back down on the couch next to me, but I didn't
have the balls to do so. He leaned into me as I fired up the movie again,
and then when it was done, he moved across the couch, leaning into the arm,
and placed his legs across my legs. I really felt like I was supposed to
do something, but didn't really know. I turned off the TV/VCR. Josh was
just looking at me. I smiled at him, wondering what was going on. I
checked my watch. It was past 11 PM, and I wanted to get up early. I
patted his legs, indicating I needed him to move, and then I got up, saying
I was going to bed. He mentioned that he needed help pulling out the sofa
bed, so I helped him. He asked if he could watch a movie for a bit with
the headphones and I agreed. I walked into the bathroom, brushed my teeth,
and got undressed for bed, keeping on my boxer briefs and the tshirt I had.
I walked back into the living room and turned off the lights, looking at
Josh as he laid on top of the bedding, and the wooden chair with the TV/VCR
at the edge of the bed. I said goodnight and he just nodded back his
reply. I went into the bedroom, thinking of closing the door, but decided
to leave it open. I crawled into bed, and laid there, envisioning the
sight I'd seen just an hour or so before. I rolled over facing the wall,
and was just about to fall asleep when I heard Josh click off the movie and
turn off the TV, and the sound of the headphones being pulled off Josh's
head. The sound of the headphones being placed on the floor was followed
by another sound: the Velcro of Josh's board shorts being undone, and the
sound of them being slipped down his legs. I was fully awake now,
realizing he was naked. The rustle of covers told me he had pulled them
over him, and I tried to settle myself back to sleep. I had no clue what
time it was - maybe 1 AM. I tried to wipe out the image of Josh naked in
the doorway, and of his sister's trimmed pussy, when I heard the sound of
the covers on Josh's bed pushed back, and in a few seconds, there came the
unmistakable sound of "fwap-fwap-fwap-fwap" as I realized Josh was jacking
off. I was fully awake now, listening to the sound as he'd alternate
between long strokes and short ones. Soon, he started to make soft
groaning and grunting noises, sprinkled with occasional "oh, oh..." he'd
stop for a second and I could hear what I thought were licking sounds.
Then he'd resume. After about 5 minutes it became a little more frantic
and quick, and then it stopped, and I heard the soft quiet "OH!" multiple
times as I figured he had shot his load. The fwapping sound slowed and
then ceased, followed by more licking sounds. I laid in bed, facing the
wall, with a full erection in my shorts. I then heard Josh get out of the
bed and walk by my bed (in this cabin you had to go through the bedroom to
get to the bathroom), and then the door closed. I heard the water in the
sink turning on, and what I guessed was a washcloth or towel being wetted.
I could hear the rustle of Josh cleaning up his boy cum, and pressed my
dick. Now I wanted to jerk off! The click of the light switch, and then
the door opening quietly told me he was done. I heard him walk by me and
then climb into his bed. I SO had to jerk off myself, but HOW???? I laid
in bed for a long time, running the evening's events in my mind and
fighting the urge to jerk off. But then, why not do it? Even if he's
awake he just did it so why not I? I was still battling the urge when I
heard the soft breathing sounds coming from Josh, which told me he was
asleep. I pulled the covers back, pulled down my shorts and pulled up my
shirt, and started to jerk my still hard cock. It didn't take long. I was
so good at keeping quiet during an orgasm that I knew he'd not wake up. I
laid there a bit, wondering how much I'd shot, and finally crawled out of
bed, tiptoeing to the bathroom where I shut the door quietly and turned on
the light. There, on the floor, was a damp washcloth. I picked up it and
could feel the stickiness of Josh's cum. I refolded it until I knew it was
a clean spot and wiped down my limping up dick, my pubes, and my belly.
All of a sudden the excitement of the evening, mixed with exhaustion, took
over, and I quietly left the bathroom and crawled into bed, falling asleep
in minutes.