Date: Wed, 23 Aug 2006 18:56:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jeff Spencer <jeffspencer69@yahoo.com>
Subject: Hook, Line and Zipper, Part 1 (M/b, anal, oral)

This story may involve descriptions of sexual encounters between males of
different generations. Be warned, and do not read if reading this type of
story is illegal for you. It is fiction, and should not be taken as
approval of actual contact of this type between adults and children.
Exploitation of children is evil.  If you like it, drop me a line at
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I decided to wear my new jeans shorts I bought at Sear's Boys department
when I went fishing. They're really the best for something like that and,
call me superstitious, since I'd caught some trophies while wearing them, I
thought they'd bring me good luck.

They're kind of dorky looking, and REALLY stiff, like they put like 30
coats of starch in them, but you've go to go with success, right? Oh...I
guess an introduction is in order, huh?

My name is Bobby Matthews, and I'm 13 years old. I'm 5' 6" tall, and weigh
100 pounds.  I've got light brown hair, a small nose, even white teeth, a
nice complexion (though too many freckles across my nose and dusting my
upper cheeks.) My hair is really too long, and some of the other kids at
school tease me about it, but I don't mind, I like it that way, and so do
some other people.

My chest is kinda smooth, no real muscles there to speak of, and certainly
no hair at all.  My nipples are two light pink dots about an inch across,
and they only stand out when my chest is winter pale. In summer when I run
around without a top, they're harder to see, because of my tan. But when it
gets cold, they turn into two little, hard nubs like pencil erasers.

My tummy is flat, and smooth, except of course for my inny navel, and my
groin below there forms a small 'vee' going down to my dick. I don't have
any hair around my dick yet, but I'm pretty sure I will someday.

I hope it's okay to say 'dick,' because for some reason it seems to come up
a lot. Oops, I didn't exactly mean it THAT way!

Well, maybe I did. I do that a lot, being unclear I mean. And sort of
being, umm, seductive. My friend Alec says that I do that a LOT. HE looks
like he's fourteen, and he thinks he's all grown up, but he's an ass hole,
at least sometimes.

But anyway, I was telling you what I look like, and about my fishing
trip. So, my dick, is almost invisible when it's soft, it's maybe an inch
long, but when it gets hard, which happens a lot, it's about 5" long, and I
guess regular thickness for my age, but it looks tiny compared to men's
dicks. They call theirs `cocks', I think. My dad has a really big one, and
I see it sometimes when he leaves the bathroom. I've also seen naked men at
the swimming pool locker room, and some other places. Their cocks look
REALLY big and thick usually, like a souvenir bat I once got at a minor
league baseball game I went to last year. I hope my dick will be big like
that someday.

My balls are pretty small, about the size of the lower-priced grapes my mom
buys (but not raisins like dickwad Alec insists). The sack they're in is
hairless, but real pink and wrinkled. I like to play with them, it makes me
feel really good. You should try it, if you're a guy!

My balls sack is tucked in pretty neatly under my dick, and that's about
all I can tell you, because it's really hard to see under there. Other
people, including Alec have seen my bottom hole, that's what Alec calls my
ass hole, or my anus when he's trying to sound scientific.

He says it's pink all around and inside, too, and there's like a puckered
band around the hole in the middle, where shit comes out. I guess that's
true, the way it looks I mean, because that's what Alec's looks like. Oh,
would you like to know how I know what his ass hole looks like? Well, I'll
tell you pretty soon, but first I want to talk about my fishing trip.

I've been doing it for nearly two years now, fishing I mean, since I was
eleven, and Alec says if you want to be any good at it when you're older,
you've got to start early. He says he's been fishing since he was eight.  I
told him I could have started at a younger age - I just didn't want to. But
I think he's lying, I never was even INTERESTED in it until two years ago,
and I don't see how he could have been.

Anyway, the place I'd picked out for fishing was perfect. It was quiet, and
shady, and I think, pretty private. The stream is about a mile from our
neighborhood, I don't want to fish TOO close to home - what fun is that?
And there's a nice, soft grassy bank leading down to the water, which is
clear and fresh, and smells good. My dad says there's a LOT of streams that
it's not even safe to eat the fish from - sucks, I guess. Anyway, the nice
conditions at this stream just allow a guy to lay back, and use his
imagination. I kinda think that's a big part of the fun of fishing - using
your imagination.

I use a Storm Thunderstick rod and reel my parents bought me at Target when
I go fishing. It's really good for conditions around here. I had them all
set up on the stream bank, the rod supported so I didn't have to hold
it. My bait I think, was perfect - it's a Pink Wiggler. You wouldn't
believe how the fish go for it. Sometimes you have to practically pry them
off it!

After I'd been in place, nearly ten minutes, my back against a tree by the
shoreline, just kinda' dozin, I sensed, rather than actually saw or heard,
his approach. The speckled trout broke the surface with hardly a drop of
water out of place, its body gleaming in the muted light, but fell back in
to slip away as I heard the voice of a man from over my shoulder, "Wow,
what a beauty!" I tried to hide my annoyance, and turned my head to look
over my shoulder at him.

"The fish, I mean," he said, grinning easily. He looked as though he was
somewhere in his late twenties, about 6' tall, 180 pounds, muscular and
good looking, wearing some kind of track shorts, knit shirt with collar,
and walking shoes. He had a small gold wedding band on the ring finger of
his left hand.

"Mind if I sit there?" he asked, indicating a spot about three feet away
and across from me. I couldn't help noticing, as he eased himself down onto
the grassy stream bank, that he really filled out the front of his
shorts. His dick, I mean cock, must have been, well really big. I guess it
was twice as long as mine, and really big all around, but it looked like it
was getting all stiff as he looked me over. I know I sound overly curious
about men's cocks, but I think it's a natural curiosity, don't you?

Anyway, I get that `once over' from a lot of guys, I think it's because of
my long eyelashes. Alec says they make me look 'hot'. Maybe he's right. A
lot of girls and guys seem to comment on them.

"Um, son, your zipper's open," he said, as he moved himself closer to me. I
looked down, and my dick was kinda half hard and hanging out of the opening
of my zipper. Because the shorts were new, and all stiff, and my zipper WAS
open, with me not wearing underpants (I never do when I go fishing), sure
enough I was practically flashing the guy.  The guy's mouth was hanging
open, his eyes all over my exposed dick as I scrambled to fix things.

"Oh gosh, thanks sir, that's embarrassing," I said, as my fingers gripped
the handle of the zipper. I began tugging on it, trying to get it higher.

"Oh MAN!" I sort of yelled. I started panicking, my face turning red, my
eyes getting wild, like a horse that's about to bolt. The zipper wouldn't
move, it was like it was glued in place. For some reason, my dick started
to stick out even more, and I could see the guy's cock tenting HIS shorts
too!

The man could see I was starting to lose it, so he said, "Now calm down,
son, I think it's just stuck," and reached in to see if he could loosen
it. I removed my hands as though to give him access, then when he took the
bait, his hands right at my exposed crotch, I started thinking about how
delicious this guy's cock would taste in my mouth, and how creamy his cum
would feel coating my tongue and lips when he shot in my mouth.

Well, my little cock shot to its full five inches, right in between his
palm and fingers, and I pressed my hand on his to keep him from moving it,
then began pumping my hips and cock in his hand.

My precum was already dribbling down onto his fingers, a hot and sticky,
thick sauce, and I knew that I had him - the rest was just a matter of
reeling him in. When guys like him feel my slick and hot cum on their
fingers, the musky smell of it filling their nostrils, and they can
actually see globs of cum pulsing from my tiny, red piss slit, well, they
don't stand a chance.

"Oh mister," I began sighing and whispering, "that feels so nice! My little
dick feels so good, rub it harder, please!" The man looked perplexed,
wondering how he'd gotten into this position, like a trout in a creel
wondering why it's not in the stream anymore. When I boldly put my hand on
his bulging crotch, stroking and pressing and squeezing his hardness
through the fabric, he only uttered a few whimpers, and I knew I could do
anything I liked. The big round dark spot on his shorts at his dick told me
I was exactly on the mark.

I began tugging his shorts down off his beefy hips, his big, fat cock
flopping out down his thigh. God! What a beauty, his cock was definitely a
keeper. Uncircumcised, just like mine, and the way I like 'em. Half of the
dark, red cock head, and the piss slit, was peeking out of its turtleneck
collar, and there was a big, delicious looking glob of his pearly-white man
cum already leaking out.

I moved my mouth down to the fierce red cock head, sucking it into my mouth
while pulling his foreskin back. I savored the salty taste of his emission,
and the musky sweat smell of his lovely, hairy crotch. He had a big bush of
brown hair all around the base of his cock, which looked like it was about
eight inches long, if I'm any judge. His balls were big, fat and full of
juice, hairy and moving around in his sack as he grew more excited.

I heard him moan as I swallowed the fat head of his dick, pressing my own
hips against him, as he scrambled to pull my shorts down, baring my little
boy equipment to his aroused lust. My dick, all bright pink and little boy,
pressed against his face and I heard him give a soft sob like a damned
soul, just before his soft, warm lips closed over my penis, my hips pushing
it deeper into his snug and wet orifice. Then I began fucking in and out of
his hot man cunt.

Simultaneously, I wrapped my small fingers around his hot cock, and began
jacking him off, slowly at first, then with more enthusiasm, as my tongue
delved inside his big piss slit. My small tongue was fighting against wave
after wave of his creamy cum, like a salmon fighting its way upstream to
its home. He moaned, his mouth never leaving my cock, and began pumping his
cock and hips like one of the lost, and I knew he'd be cumming soon, so I
quickly took my mouth of him, and scrambled away from him. I didn't want to
land him TOO soon.

"Wha, what's wrong?" he gasped, as already he began to slip back from the
precipice of his orgasm. I got up on my knees, looking down at his bulbous
red cock. It shuddered with each beat of his heart, my saliva and his cum,
mixed, running down the sides like a fountain. I put my hands lightly on
each side of his face, a confused expression painting it, and brought my
small lips to his manly mouth, and kissed him, softly at first, then harder
as I brought him to a higher level of passion, our tongues playing together
like two dolphins. He groaned deeply into my mouth, his hands flat against
my chest under my shirt.

"Daddy, would you do something for me?" I whispered into his ear, my pink
tongue tickling him there. He nodded helplessly. I imagine he was praying
that I wouldn't make him walk naked down Main Street, because he knew that
he would do it for another taste of my little dick.

"Lick me here," I said, standing and bending over in front of him, my small
white moons separating shyly to reveal that puckered pink hole that I was
so proud of, and which had brought me so much pleasure. I felt his big
hands hesitatingly, and wonderingly grasp my globes, gently squeezing their
warmth and fullness. Then, his warm, moist breath as his mouth approached a
boy's ass hole for possibly the very first time, a vision of heaven he
hadn't anticipated when he woke up next to his wife that morning.

His tongue tentatively licked into my furrow, and I gave my butt a wiggle,
wanting him inside me, soon. He must have liked the smell and taste of my
ass hole, because the deeper inside he got, the more enthusiastic he
became. I slowly jacked off my dick, until he got the idea to reach between
my legs and stroke it himself. I accidentally let off a small fart in his
face, and he gasped, and licked me even harder. The thought of that got me
really excited.

I could feel him slobbering back there, loving my ass hole so much, but now
I really wanted to feel his big man dick inside me. I turned, to see him
with his tongue out, red- faced, saliva running down his chin. He looked
pretty funny, but I didn't care about that, I just wanted his dick. I got
onto all fours, and looked expectantly over my shoulder at him.

"You mean..." he began, and I just groaned.

"Fuck me," I whispered, and he was on me in nanoseconds. He put one hand on
my left shoulder, and pressed his crotch into my ass, his hand aiming the
fat head of his dick into my ass notch. I concentrated on relaxing my ass
muscles, and he slipped inside of me, moaning as he felt my warm ass
enveloping his hardness. He filled the opening, inch by inch, slipping
deeper into me, fucking my ass slowly, sliding his 10 inches agonizingly
slowly, teasing me, until I could feel his curly cock hair tickling my soft
ass globes. His crotch was hard and hot against my soft rear end. I pushed
my ass back against him, throwing my head back with pleasure.

He started pulling out, then pumping back inside, fucking me at an
increasingly faster rate. He was clearly well practiced at fucking, whether
boy or girl, cunt or ass, and knew how to vary his strokes and his
pressure. I quickly felt tingles inside me as his lovely penis filled me,
then almost left me, again and again. I felt him reach around and wrap his
strong fingers around my dick, lightly stroking my sensitive shaft,
increasing and building my excitement.

I began moaning and felt as though I were losing control, and wow, it felt
wonderful. I grunted in passion, and pushed back against him, as I wanted
to fill his hand with my cum. I could feel streams of electricity coursing
from my ass to my cock, then back, over and over, tension building as I
exploded in a fantastic orgasm, shooting loads of my watery, hot cum into
his practiced hand. He continued fucking my ass without missing a stroke.

Then he brought his hand up, coated with my semen, and put it on my lips,
and I licked at it, tasting my own cum, while he slammed himself into my
tight hole like a pile driver, exclaiming, "God, baby! That is the tightest
pussy I have EVER felt! You hot fucking slut, I love fucking your tiny, hot
boy cunt, take my cum up inside your hole, bitch!  Fuck! I'm cumming inside
you, unnh, unnh!!" he grunted after that, feeling the pleasure of my ass,
as he came boatloads of his cum inside my bottom.

He slowed and stopped, finally, his dick slowly deflating inside me, as his
white sauce dribbled down my inner thighs, a delicious, tickling sensation
that told me I had been royally fucked by a very memorable trophy catch. He
slumped on my back, and as his cock slipped out of my hole, I twisted
around to lay on the grass on my back, pulling him down on top of me, our
mouths meeting, lips pressed together as we kissed again, his hot breath
familiar to me. Our tongues wrestled together, lovingly and gently.

His cock, wet with the juices from my ass, lay next to my own wet dick,
like its older brother or something. It felt good, hot and still semi-hard,
next to mine. His balls were heavy on mine.

"God, kid, I've never been seduced so fast in all my life. Hell, I wasn't
even expecting anything like that! You're some fucking hot pussy, you know
that? Can I see you again?"  I grinned at him.

"Y'know, I just LOVE fishing here," I thought to myself. He gave me his
name and cell phone number, and left, still putting on his clothes, looking
back at me and shaking his head. After he got out of sight, and after I
dressed, I thought about the story I'd have for Alec THIS time. Then I got
out my small bottle of acetone to dissolve the super glue I'd used on my
zipper. It wouldn't do to walk home with my dick hanging out...

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