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"THE FISHERMAN"
from The Leatherjacket Tales by Mike Khan

It was a bright sunny day in November.  As was my habit, I took my afternoon 
walk by the beach.  My black leather jacket was unbuttoned as this day was 
more like spring than autumn.  I kept a quick stride in my black, high boots 
as I headed towards my favorite place.  The sun was bright, but my mirrored 
lenses protected my eyes from the rays and prevented the world from knowing my 
glance.  There weren't many people around.  Of course, the same group of 
retired folks sat sunning themselves by the closed ranger's station.  The 
American flag blew in the warm breeze heading out towards the water.  I smiled 
as I walked by staring off into the distance woods which was naked of its 
leaves.  Finally, I arrived at my place by the rocks.  From here I felt 
certain inner silence as I looked out at the distant lighthouse.  The breeze 
caressed my dark hair which was longer than its normal length.  I looked over 
to my right, down towards the end of the jetty.  There was a young man sitting 
with his fishing pole.  He had long, straight black hair and wore an army 
jacket.  His white dog rested obediently by his side.  There was something 
very familiar about him.  We each looked at the other and smiled.  Yes, I had 
seen him before.  It was near the end of the summer.  I watched him as he 
stood in the water fishing.  Our eyes had met back then, but nothing more had 
happened.  I recall wondering about his ancestry.  He was a handsome lad, no 
doubt about that.  He had a smooth muscular form.  His features were oriental, 
but not chinese.  His skin was golden brown.  I thought how he looked like the 
boys who fished by the river in Saigon so long ago.  Perhaps that was the key 
- this young, handsome Vietnamese boy had come from so far away.

I don't know what it was that attracted me to him.  My style ran in a much 
different vein, yet he had a certain peace about him.  My mind returned to the 
present as the roar of a jet plane drew my attention.  There it was, floating 
free as a bird this great white prince of the sky.  Its long blue line ran 
down the mid-section and a large, blue sun marked its tail.  Slowly it came 
down over the waters and faded as it headed into nearby LaGuardia.  A certain 
sadness filled me as I realized that this great carrier would soon be destined 
to fade into oblivion.  I became more entranced at this thought and continued 
to look away from the boy.

It seemed almost like a mere second that I was lying in the sun wearing my 
black Speedos.  The warmth of the rays covered my body.  So strong was the 
sun, that it had no trouble penetrating the thick hairs on my chest.  I always 
tanned quickly and was already very dark from the rays.  I was tired from my 
morning workout and the sun seemed to lull me to sleep.  I was awaked as I 
heard footsteps near me.  I looked up and there again was the fisherman from 
last winter.  He seemed to be smiling at me and walked right to where I was 
lying.  "Mind if I join you?"  he asked with a shy grin.  I nodded assent and 
he sat next to me on the sheet.  We talked for a while, laughing at how 
foolish we each had been in not having met sooner.  We decided to pack up our 
things and go off to the nearby woods for a walk.

The shade from the trees was a relief from the summer sun.  We came upon a 
lone clearing which was protected on all sides by trees and brush.  We set our 
sheet down there.  We could still see the island that sat in the bay off in 
the distance.  I removed my mirrored lenses and looked deep into my companions 
brown eyes.  He smiled like a schoolboy who has had his first crush.  Our 
bodies moved closer to each other in the secluded woods.  His lip was 
quivering as I pressed mine to it.  We took each other in our arms and 
passionately embraced.  Our moustaches rubbed together and we each smiled as 
we kissed.  I pressed firmer, making the kiss stronger and longer.  I looked 
deeply into his beautiful, oriental eyes.  Such a mixture of two cultures we 
were--I, with my mediterranean look and he, an exceptionally handsome 
oriental.  We stopped for a moment to catch a breath and started kissing 
again.  I laid him back against the sheet.  His nipples stood hard and erect 
on his soft, smooth chest.  I worked my way down with my tongue until I was 
sucking on them.  I bit at the ends as I sucked hard causing him to become 
more aroused.  My hand had worked itself down to his swimshorts and I could 
feel the bulge forming underneath.  I laid on top of him now, my own erection 
directly on his.  My lips pressed onto his again and I moved up and down him 
with my body as our lips and tongues worked together.

We both decided we wanted more.  The spot where we were was secluded enough.  
I removed his swimsuit and then my own and laid on top of him again, our 
erections touching.  His cock was firm as was mine.  I turned to his side and 
reached my hand to his ass.  I began to work my finger into his moist 
lovehole.  He, in turn, responded by removing a tube of cream from his gym 
bag.  He worked the cream onto my already pulsating cock.  I put some of the 
cream on my fingers and lubricated his hole even more.  He moaned softly as I 
worked my fingers deeper into him.  Now, however, he wanted the real thing.  
He moved onto his back, spreading his legs and raising his orifice to me.  I 
took the head of my eight inch cock and began to work it into his hole.  
"Slowly," he said as he grunted a little from the invasion of his body.  I 
worked my cock in circular motions, moving it deeper into him.  He grabbed 
hold of my ass and pulled me deeper until the cock had penetrated him 
completely.  I looked lovingly into his eyes and bent forward to kiss him as I 
slowly moved my organ in and out of his body with steady motion.  As I 
increased the movement we embraced even more passionately, our bodies sweating 
under the summer heat.  I stopped for a moment to keep myself from cumming.  
As I did, I bent down to take the head of his cock into my mouth while my own 
cock remained deeply inside of him.  Although I felt a slight pain from this 
contortion, he was delighted as I fucked and sucked him simultaneously.  I 
stopped sucking and moved his legs further back.  I then began to pound his 
ass with my cock.  Each stroke was harder and firmer, my balls slapping his 
ass as the root of my cock hit his hole.  I worked myself back onto him, our 
mouths locked as I pumped.  Our minds kept shifting from our bodies, to our 
cocks, to our kisses as the action was faster.  Suddenly, I exploded inside of 
him.  My cock kept spurting as if it couldn't stop and the pleasure of the 
moment seemed to extend beyond the norm.  I heard him moan loudly at the same 
second and felt the warmth of his cum on my stomach.  We laid motionless in 
each others arms, only staring deeply into the other's eyes.

Suddenly, the roar of another overhead plane brought me out of my trance.  I 
shivered as I felt the colder breeze of the late afternoon.  I came out of my 
trance and realized it was still November.  The sun was setting and I had to 
button my jacket to keep the cold from getting in.  I couldn't believe that I 
had just allowed my mind to imagine all of what happened.  It seemed so real. 
 Yet, there was the boy, gathering his fishing gear.  I climbed down from the 
rocks and began to walk back towards the parking lot, still disbelieving that 
the entire moment was my own dream.  As I walked, I heard a voice call from 
behind me.  "Hey!"  the voice shouted, "wait up a second."

I hesitated for a moment.  The young fisherman ran up beside me.  "Mind if I 
walk with you a moment?"  he asked shyly.  I smiled back at him, "why not."  
As we spoke I thought to myself that perhaps it won't be a dream for long.

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