Message-ID: <224326Z17051994@anon.penet.fi> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an98658@anon.penet.fi X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous contact service Reply-To: an98658@anon.penet.fi Date: Tue, 17 May 1994 22:40:28 UTC Subject: Gone Fishin' (mm pedo) Lines: 167 GONE FISHIN' by Mitchell St. John "Man, it's hot," 51-year-old Bob Garnett said, wiping his forehead. Early in the morning it had looked like a good day to take Jason, his 11-year-old nephew, fishing, but now it was noon and hotter than blazes. Bob and his young apprentice were out in Bob's 12-foot fishing boat in the middle of Winder Pond, and the sky was blue and cloudless all around, the water was warm and listless beneath them, and the July sun was bright and scorching directly overhead. It was a beautiful day, but too damned hot to be out fishing. "Yeah, Unca Bob, ain't it great?" Jason said, his blue eyes sparkling, his face glowing with the innocence of his youthful smile. He was a happy, carefree kid, and he was enjoying this thoroughly despite the heat. His reel clicked slowly as he trolled. Bob laid back against the gunwales. He felt like he was sweating like a buffalo, and that even the exertion of reeling his line in would be enough to push him over into heat-stroke, so he just let his line drift along with the slowly rocking motions of the boat. His squinting eyes turned to Jason. Such a handsome lad, barely eleven. His blond hair was buzzed except for a thick thatch at the top, one of those crazy styles that was "in" right now. He was a cute boy, and so quick and intelligent, too, it was no wonder Susan was so proud of him. My sister done good on this one, Bob thought, his glance dipping to the boy's untanned legs. They were totally smooth, not a hair on them. And so white! The boy should have worn sunscreen, slicked his legs up, they were going to fucking broil on a day like today! Usually a cool breeze blew across the pond, even on the warmest days, but today there was just unrelenting heat, and Bob loosened his collar more. Yes, Jason was a fine-looking boy, such a square jaw, enough baby-fat in his cheeks to make Elaine, Bob's wife, call him "adorable"... The kid was kind of skinny, but he seemed to have some good muscles on him. And his legs! They were so sleek! Bob sighed and wistfully wished HIS legs could look that good again. No doubt about it, Jason was in the prime of his life, that beautiful state of prepubescence that was ended all too soon by hormones and zits. Bob wondered what it would be like to wrestle with Jason... CHRIST it was hot! Bob gasped, feeling his hot clothes clinging to him like choking rags. They should definitely NOT be out here on the pond on a day this hot. They should have worked in the barn instead, one of the horse stalls needed fixing, and...Bob's mind wandered as he remembered something that had happened in that barn, long ago, in the hayloft, and he felt a sudden pressure in his pants as he thought about taking Jason to the hayloft...STOP IT, he thought. This boy was his nephew, and he certainly shouldn't be thinking about him this way...then all the sudden Jason was laughing at him! "Whassa matter, boy?" Bob grunted, panting. It felt like his skin was going to rupture from this heat! He could feel every pore prickling, every breath felt like the draft from a furnace. "Unca Bob," Jason said, the words punctuated by peals of laughter,"you...have...a...boner!" Bob looked down, and sure enough, there was a huge, unmistakable bulge in his pants. No question about it, he had a raging hard-on! Now how did THAT happen? Bob wondered, feeling embarrassed and ashamed. "Don't laugh, boy!" he barked. "I bet yours ain't half as big!" "Oh, no," Jason said, "Mine is just a little one. Can I see YOURS?" Bob choked on what must have been a bunch of spittle, drying in the back of his throat. "What, boy?" he asked hoarsely, pounding his chest. God, this heat was just unbearable! "Can I see your dick Unca Bob? I've never seen one THAT big before!" Which was almost certainly true, because Bob's enormous prick was all of a foot long and nearly six inches in circumfrence. "Sure," Bob said, anxious to be able to shed some of his clothing, for whatever reason. It would certainly help cool him off. He reached back and undid the buttons of his coveralls, and the bib fell in his lap. He pulled off his shirt, exposing his hairy, beefy-red skin. Jason needed no further encouragement, the youngster practically capsized the boat leaping over to his uncle's side. Jason enthusiastically peeled back the coveralls, freeing Bob's monstrous dick from captivity, and it leaped up and smacked the eleven-year-old in the chin so hard it snapped his head back! "WHOA!" Jason shouted, wrapping both of his hands around Bob's solid member. Even with both fists, he couldn't cover the full length of Bob's giant endowment! Jason gaped at the huge, flaring-red head, as big as a peach, and the puffed trails of thick veins that lined its considerable length. "Wow, Unca Bob, when you take a piss, I bet you really cut loose!" "Ah," Bob said, feeling light-headed, "it does more than piss..." "Gotcha," the eleven-year-old said, with a sly wink. He leaned over and started licking Bob's cockhead, his long pink tongue fluttering across the sensitive skin, his tongue-tip reaching deep down into the wide piss slit. Bob moaned, feeling the heat on his face, and his nephew's mouth on his prick; he thought he was going to die, have a cardiac, right out here on the pond... Jason licked up and down his uncle's huge rod while his immaculate young hands played with Bob's balls, which were swollen to the size of oranges. Jason was slobbering all over Bob's huge cock, slicking it up with his spit, licking and drooling and rubbing his smooth cheeks all over it. Then the boy attempted what had to be impossible, his mouth yawned open, and he tried to stuff Bob's cockhead into it. Bob didn't think that any boy could possibly open his mouth that wide but Jason was doing it! The boy's mouth was stretched open so wide it looked like his jaw would bust he if tried to open it any wider. His mouth was absolutely stuffed with cock, the huge head barely fit into his maw. Jason tried to suck, feeling his tongue flatten against the bottom of his mouth by the huge cock he was attempting to fellate. "Oh!" Bob said weakly. His arms flailed limply against the edges of the boat. He felt sensations streaming through his body, incredible sensations, more powerful than he thought he'd ever feel again. A man his age shouldn't be doing this, he could have a heart attack, something was going to explode... That "something" was squirming inside the tight wet throat of his sister's son...Bob felt his balls heaving...the boy was grunting, trying to force more and more of Bob's dick into himself, like he was trying to gorge himself on it. And even though it seemed impossible, more of it was sliding into the boy's mouth, the head was even dipping down into the incredibly tight, hot throat...Bob moaned. He shuddered. His balls snapped up tight against his legs. And he came. Jason's head shook as his uncle's huge penis bucked and flexed in his mouth, squirting pints of man-jism. Jason gulped it down, swallowing as fast as he could, but it wasn't enough, cum gushed from his lips, running in thick streams down his chin. Then Bob's dick jumped so hard it nearly unhinged the youngster's jaw, popping free from his mouth, and Jason held it with his hands as it shot hot sperm all over his face, gobs and gobs of it. Bob collapsed in the bottom of the boat, whimpering as his newphew watched the last dribbles of cum leak out of his spent cock. "Wow, Unca Bob, that was incredible!" What an understatement! That was the most extraordinary experience Bob had had for YEARS! "Jason," Bob said, laboring to catch his breath. "Yeah, Unca Bob?" The boy was wiping the cum from his face and licking it off his hands. "How did a young kid like you learn to do THAT?" "Oh, I've been doing that for YEARS, Unca Bob. All the kids my age know about SEX." Bob sighed, thinking, Well, the "new generation" is sure a lot quicker than mine was! Later, back at the house, Elaine asked Jason if he had a good time, and he said, "Oh yeah, it was a blast, Aunt Elaine! You should have been there!"...something that made the blood drain from Bob's face. "No," Elaine shook her head, as she sat with her knitting, "fishing is a man's thing." Jason winked at Bob, and Bob asked, "So, Jason, you want to go 'fishing' again next week?" To which Jason replied, "YOU BET!" with a knowing smile! "So," Elaine said, "did you catch anything?" "Well," Jason said with a grin, "there WAS a BIG one..." "I'm sure," she said, and shook her head again as uncle and nephew laughed and went out to the barn... ------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. Due to the double-blind, any mail replies to this message will be anonymized, and an anonymous id will be allocated automatically. You have been warned. Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to admin@anon.penet.fi.