Date: Wed, 11 Jun 2008 12:35:14 -0400
From: Neal Down <boysub33@hotmail.com>
Subject: Horniest Catch

The following is purely a work of fiction.  All characters depicted are 18
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Horniest Catch -- Part 1


It isn't easy growing up a closeted gay boy in a small town, especially one
like mine, a small fishing village two hours from Boston.  I'm 18, just out
of high school, and if I don't make some killer money this summer, there's
no way I'm ever going to get out of this place and go to college in the a
city.  There's only one way to make big money in my town, and that's on one
of the big fishing boats, but those jobs are almost impossible to get.  You
need to be related to one of the boat owners or captains, or have lots of
experience, for them to take you on.  It can be a sweet deal if the fishing
is rich.  After paying expenses, the boat's owner gets half of the money,
and the captain and crew gets the other half.  Even the lowliest
greenhorn's share his first time out can be five to ten times what one
could make working 60 hours a week at one of the local seafood restaurants
or seafood processing plants, the only other jobs around here.

I didn't have any experience, and I didn't have any family in the business.
In fact, we just moved here two years ago, when my mom got a job as the
head chef at one of the local restaurants.  She had a job for me there, but
I really needed to hook on with one of the big boats or I was looking at
spending the rest of my youth either cooking fish, packing fish, or
delivering platters of fish to tables.  I grew up in a big city, and this
small town life was really cramping my style.  Before, I went to a really
hip urban high school, where a gay kid could have a relatively normal
existence.  I didn't have a boyfriend there, but one of the star jocks two
grades older, Ryan Matthews, took a liking to me, and we were always
together.  Since Ryan was banging the hottest girl in school, no one made a
big deal about him and I hanging out together, and also he was my next door
neighbor.  I wasn't out in school, but a few guys knew that I was into
fooling around with other dudes, mostly because they were teammates of
Ryan.  Ryan, although he professed to be straight, introduced me to
cocksucking on my 13th birthday (a story for another time), and ever since
that day, I couldn't get enough of his big, beautiful cock.  He and I both
knew it, and he used to have me service any way he wanted him any time he
was horny.  Looking back on it now, I was more sex slave than blow buddy,
but I loved every second of it, and I really missed having a real man like
Ryan in my life.  His teammates too.  Ryan had no problem sharing my deep
throat and hot ass with a select few of his jock buddies, as long as they
could keep their mouths shut about it.

My junior and senior years in high school, my sex life revolved around my
right hand, internet porn, a local phone sex line, and a butt plug.  There
was one older married straight guy I had met off the chat line who used to
use me for oral sex every couple of weeks, but that was about it.  I tried
to put the moves on one of the wrestling guys from my school one night when
we were drunk, and even though he allowed me to suck him off in his car, he
made believe that it never happened, and didn't hang around or talk to me
again after that night.  We weren't great or even good friends, but his
rebuke really stung for a few reasons.  First, I was absolutely crazy about
him.  And second, he seemed to really enjoy the sex when he was in the
moment, and shutting down toward me hurt me to the depths of my soul.  Many
nights, I'd lie in bed and think about having the same type of relationship
with Luke (that's the wrestler's name) as I did back home with Ryan.
Watching him tear through his weight class through the wrestling season
certainly didn't make him any less attractive to me, as I really get into
dominant jock types, and he certainly fit that bill.

So who do I see while waiting for a table at my mom's restaurant the
Saturday after graduation, but Luke and his family?  (I was a server there
a few nights a week) The hostess sits them right in my section (of course),
and despite being totally uncomfortable, I put on my best waiter face and
greeted the party.  Luke looked up at me from his menu with a bemused look
on his face.  "Hi Chris, I didn't know you worked here.  Mom, dad, this is
Chris, one of my classmates," Luke said pleasantly.  Luke's mom, who was
very pretty, smiled warmly, and his dad extended his hand and gave me a
powerful handshake.  "Any friend of my son is a friend of mine,"
Mr. Matthews said jovially as he pumped away on my hand.  I smiled and
greeted everyone while making believe that my right hand was crushed, which
Luke's mom, sister and little brother thought was hilarious.  "Sorry young
man, but 20 years out on the sea pulling up nets and traps gives you a lot
of hand grip," Mr. Mathews said as he smiled too.

Mr. and Mrs. Matthews asked me about myself, and I told them that my family
had recently moved into town, and my mom was the executive chef here.  We
then chatted a bit about the graduation ceremony and I took the family's
food order.  I was very attentive to their table, making sure their dinner
celebration went well.  At the end of the dinner, Mrs. Matthews asked me if
I was going on to college in the fall.  I told them how I was accepted to
college, but might not be able to attend because of finances.  Luke
actually mentioned that I had the highest grade point average in our class,
but wasn't eligible to become valedictorian because I wasn't there at least
three years.  Mrs. Matthews then decried that our government didn't have
enough money to educate our best students regardless of need, but had
plenty of money to fight a senseless war, while Mr. Matthews good naturedly
said "Do you have any soapboxes for my liberal wife to stand on."  Their
party headed for the door, with Mrs. Matthews holding her husband's arm and
speaking into his ear.  At the front door, Mr. Matthews turned and beckoned
for me to come over to him.  "Listen Chris, I own the Gloria Dei, and we're
short one man on our crew for the summer.  We're heading out in three days.
Why don't you drop by the boat Monday morning and we can talk about you
maybe deckhanding with us this summer.  We're short one good man.  You'll
be bottom man on the crew, but a greenhorn's share is the same as everyone
else's.  If the fishing's good, and you work hard and follow instructions,
you should be able to meet your financial obligations and get to college in
the fall," Mr. Matthews again extended his strong hand, and this time I was
the one crushing his hand as I shoot it firmly.  "Mr. Matthews, thank you
so much for the opportunity," I said gratefully as I smiled at
Mrs. Matthews.  "Thanks you ma'am.  Thank you," I said as they left the
restaurant.  Luke left last and before he closed the door he gave me a
stare that I really didn't understand at the time.

I bounded into the kitchen, and told my mom the great news.  Her tired face
lit up and he hugged me tight.  My shift seemed to fly by, and that night,
lying in my bed, my thoughts turned to this lucky and unexpected turn of
events.  What would it be like spending three weeks out in the deep ocean,
with a half dozen grizzled fisherman?  And of course, with Luke, who had
been my jerk off fantasy pretty much since we moved here, after that one
day when I saw him roughhousing naked in the showers with some of the other
jocks.  As I grabbed for my thick eight inch cut cock (yes I'm well endowed
for a sub guy), I thought about the night in Luke's car, and how he spread
his legs wide and presented his bulge to me like a king presenting himself
to his subjects.  There was something about this guy that really turned me
on, and when he said "Take my big cock out of my jeans, faggot, I need to
get off and I need to get off now," I was even more smitten.  I unzipped
his pants and pulled out his cock, but before I was able to take it into my
mouth he grabbed me roughly by the hair and stopped me, my gaping mouth an
inch from his hard, huge, throbbing cunt stretcher.  "Listen faggot, we do
things my motherfucking way, got it?"  I moaned in agreement, and he pushed
me down on his cock.  He groaned loudly as I slid my mouth down to take all
but the last two of his nine inches.  "Yeah faggot, this isn't the first
huge cock you've had between those cocksucking lips.  Get on my cock and
stay on it until I'm done with you."

Luke took his left hand off my head, and I could hear and feel the seat
reclining.  He put the driver's seat all the way back, and took his right
hand off my head and rested both hands behind his head as he settled in for
the BJ.  I got down on the floor of his truck and began to rock my mouth up
and down on his cock, and I reached to unbuckle my pants.  "I like to see a
bitch's ass when I get my cock sucked, faggot, but you better not be
playing with yourself down there," Luke said sternly.  I pulled my jeans
down to my knees and thrush my butt into the air as I let my whole upper
body weight plunge down on his cock.  Luke reached over me and slapped my
bare butt hard a couple of times, and then placed one hand on the top of my
head and one on my neck and started bobbing me on his cock.  I went slack
and let him control the blowjob.  After about two minutes of steady mouth
fucking, he pushed me all the way down his huge shaft and erupted in my
throat, before pulling back a few inches and filling my mouth up with his
thick, copious load.

After sitting there for a few minutes with me nursing on his cock, Luke
pushed my head away roughly.  "I'm all set, faggot.  Get off my big cock
and pull your pants up and clean the cum off your chin, sissy." Red faced,
I pulled up my jeans and sat back in my seat.  Luke reached over, and I
thought he was going to hug me or pat my head, like Ryan used to do after
an ace blowjob, but he grabbed me roughly by my hair and twisted my head
down to where I was looking up at him.  "Faggot, no one better find out I
allowed you to suck my dick.  Ever.  Or else. You got that?"  I mumbled
"Yes" and he let me up.  Luke drove me home in silence, and when we got to
my place, he said "You keep you cocksucking mouth shut about tonight,
faggot, or I'll beat your ass into the ground.  You understand?"  To
emphasize the point, Luke reached over and grabbed my chin and face, his
thump strongly pressing down on my lower lip.

That was the last whole sentence Luke uttered to me for months until his
family came into the restaurant.  I tried to talk to him in school, but he
just dismissed me with a wave.  Now, as I lie in bed jerking off, I realize
that he and I will be in close quarters all summer, out to sea for three
weeks straight, with no girls around.  I remember his rough hand gripping
my chin and thumb passing over my lips that night as I left his truck, and
I shoot my load up over my head.