Date: Fri, 30 May 2014 06:23:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Prothero <emmett1120@yahoo.com>
Subject: Story submission, "Fishing with Josh", part 8 of 8

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is work of fiction involving consensual gay sex
between an underage teen boy and an adult. The characters are fictional,
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Fishing trip with Josh - SATURDAY

	I woke up, and the dim light from the candle was almost out.  I
wondered what time it was.  It was obviously not night, since the candle
was creating more light than the sunlight coming from the window.  I
figured it was a bit after 6 AM.  I looked to my left, and Christina was
sleeping peacefully, facing towards the wall.  I turned onto my left said,
facing towards her, and scooted over so I was spooning her.  I slipped my
right arm around her slender waist, pulling myself into her.  She was warm,
soft, and her hair smelled like jasmine.  I kissed her shoulder, and
pressed my growing cock against her firm butt.  I then slipped my hand down
her flat belly, finding the warm and moist area between her legs.  I begin
to just gently touch her there, which causes her to shift a little.  I then
increased the touching, moving my fingers along her labia as far as I can
between her firm thighs.  I soon feel the button of her clit, and I begin
to slowly and firmly massage it.  This wakes her up enough that she spreads
her legs slightly, and backs herself completely into me.  Now I begin to
fully massage her pussy lips, finding her hole, and penetrating it with my
fingers.  As I do this, Christina reaches around behind her and gently
grasps my now rigid cock, and begins to stroke me.
	"Fuck me," she whispers through deep, half-asleep breaths.  "Fuck
me one last time" she breathes out again.  She released my cock and pushes
her firm butt against me, literally forcing my body across the bed.  I
release my hand from her labia as she shifts herself, which placed her damp
pussy right against my cock.  She then took hold of my cock again and
guided it into her waiting and willing hole.  I slipped in, slowly, gently
pushing in, which was accompanied by soft, sleepy moans from Christina.  I
reached over and grasped her right breast in my right hand, and started to
play with her nipple.  As I did, I could feel it become erect in my touch.
Now her breathing became deep and slow as I played with her nipple and
penetrated her from the rear.  Soon, I started to rock, slowly fucking her
with just my hips.  She now moved her hand to my butt, and squeezed it as I
slowly fucked her.  This position must've been intense for her, and
possibly new, because it was not too long before she began to buck a bit on
my cock, and twitch her pussy lips against my cock shaft.  I, on the other
hand, wanted this to last.  I moved my hand from her tit to her hips,
squeezing as I pulled out and rammed myself back into her.  She gave a
slight scream to this, with a whispered "oh, fuck, yes" following it.  I
did it again, which made her stifle another scream.  I was tired, but awake
too, and I began to fuck her hard, as hard as I could in this position.  My
hips were slapping against her firm ass, which I was sure would wake up
Josh.  I didn't care.  He set this up, and I was enjoying it.  I kept
squeezing her right breast and tweaked her nipple, which made her moan and
breathe rapidly and deeply.  Then I felt it, an orgasm about to happen.  I
shoved my dick as deep into her pussy as I could, with my cock head rubbing
the wall of her uterus.  The feeling of ecstasy as my cock surged and
deposited my cum in her was fantastic.  As I was shooting my load I could
feel her buck a bit against me, and then, her pussy lips seemed to squeeze
my shaft, just as she let out and long and intense moan.  I relaxed,
released my firm grip on her right breast, but leaving my hand there.  I
stayed in her as her breathing slowed, content to be inside this beautiful
girl for a bit longer.
	"What time is it?" Christina asked.  I responded that I did not
know, but by the look of the dim morning light coming through the window, I
thought it was maybe 6:30 or so.  Christina shoved the bedding back on her
side, and crawled out, exiting at the foot of the bed.  I watched her firm
ass as she stepped onto the floor.
	"My watch is on the dresser there," I said, pointing to the dresser
on the side wall.  She stepped across to it, picking up my watch.
	"You're good" she said, looking over her bare shoulder at me.
"It's 6:35." She put the watch down.  "I'm gonna take a shower" she said,
picking up the hairclip off the dresser that she'd worn in the shower the
night before.  She closed the door, and I was a little unsure as to why
until I heard the toilet flush.  I guess she wanted her privacy for that.
Soon, the shower started up, and I felt the urge to walk in the bathroom
and just watch.  But something told me that would be too much, too
obsessive really.  I lay in bed as the shower went on, thinking about what
had transpired in just the last 8 or so hours.  I felt something for this
girl, even though I knew little about her, didn't know her last name.  I
didn't know what she liked in the way of foods.  What was her favorite
group, band or musician?  Was she an early risers or someone who liked to
sleep in?  Questions about her floated through my mind, and yet I could not
shake this feeling of infatuation that I had for her.  I really was hoping
that there'd be some way we could stay in touch, but as the shower turned
off and I heard the shower door open, I resigned myself to the fact that
this was probably it.  But I was fighting that feeling.  I did NOT want
this to be it.  But how could we do anything?  It was then that the
bathroom door opened, and there with the light behind her, shining through
the nice gap between her thighs, and outlining her beautiful naked body.  I
propped myself up on my elbows, watching as she began to dress.  She
noticed me looking intently at her, and, with only her panties on, she
walked to the bed, crawled on top of me with the bedding between us.  She
laid herself down on me and kissed me sweetly.
	"You know this is it, don't you?" she asked.  I nodded.  Christina
continued.  "You're a wonderful, sweet, lovely man, John.  Even though last
night was just about sex, you were so gentle and so loving, I..." and she
trailed off.  I ran my fingers through her lovely hair.  "I wish there was
a way we could make something happen" she continued.  "But, you're married,
and I can tell you love your wife, and she's your best sexual partner.  I'm
just someone you...saw...and who you were attracted to, because, well, I
think because I was attracted...to...you."  She bit her lower lip.  "But,
let's face it.  We're never gonna see each other again.  We'll never make
love again.  You're married, have a stepson," and I added stepdaughter, to
which she smiled.  "See? I didn't even know you had a stepdaughter.  I
don't really know you, John, and even though what we've experienced was",
and she bit her lower lip again, "wonderful, beautiful, and even" she gave
weird laugh that sounded more like a snort, " the best sex I've ever had,
and probably ever will have." She took a deep breath and the smile left her
face.  "We can't...we can't..." she sniffed.  "We can't be together, ever.
So, we have to end it here, and now.  If I ever DO see you again, nothing
can happen, since you'll probably be with your family.  And I don't want
you to call me, or write to me, or anything."  She was really beginning to
cry softly.  Her eyes were warm, loving and damp with tears.
	"Let me get dressed, and I'll take you down there" I said, as she
wiped her tears with the edge of the bed sheet.
	"No" she said, and she pushed herself off the bed.  She went to
find her clothes, spread all over the bedroom.  As she dressed I asked
again if I could take her.  I got out of bed and found my underwear, and
started to slip it on.
	"I could just take you to, you know, just outside the village so no
one sees you get out of my Jeep."  Christina shook her head as she slipped
her jeans on.
	"I'm just gonna sneak out the front door and up this side of the
cabin so your neighbors don't see me" she said, now putting her bra on.
She reached down and picked up her t-shirt, slipping it over her head,
pulling it tight against her fine body, and then pulling her hair out of
the collar, fluffing it.  She sat on the edge of the bed to put on her
socks and shoes.  I suggested that maybe I pick her up near the top so the
neighbors didn't see her get into my Jeep, and I'd drop her off at the last
house that has the long driveway, near the village entrance.  She just
shook her head as she finished tying her shoes and putting on her hoodie.
       "Please, John.  No.  This is tough enough for me already, ok?"  She
stepped towards me and put her hands on my face.  "I could so easily fall
in love with you.  You're so sweet, so nice.  And, you're an incredible
lover.  But if you take me, it just makes it last longer, and makes it
tougher for me.  Anything between us is impossible, you know that.  I know
that.  I have to", and she bit her lower lip again.  "I have to leave and
not have you be so sweet to me anymore.  I have to..." and I could tell she
was fighting back tears.  She pulled the hood over her head, kissed me
quickly on the lips, walked to the bedroom door and opened it quietly.  She
tiptoed past Josh, who appeared to be asleep, then out the front door,
closing it quietly behind her.  I could see her walking past the bedroom
window as she took a more secretive and discrete path up to the street.
       I stood there in the middle of the bedroom, the morning light
beginning to highlight the walls and the tousled up bedding.  I was smitten
with this girl, infatuated, in lust.  I plopped onto the bed, sitting
there, feeling dejected.  After a few deep breaths I stood up again, took
off my shorts and underwear, and went into the bathroom.  I turned on the
shower and stepped in.  I stayed in there for a while, letting the warm
water cascade down my back.  I had never expected this.  She was special.
Not only physically very beautiful, but something told me she was beautiful
all the way through.  It made me wish for her, desire her, and want her,
but not just sexually.  I wanted Christina.
       But she was right.  Finally, after what was probably a 15 minute
shower I turned off the water, got out and dried off, pulled some fresh
underwear out, and got dressed.  She was probably halfway to the village by
now.  I wanted to go after her, but I didn't.  She was 18, and maybe still
had the kind of aversion to guys pursuing her that most girls that age do.
She wanted it all; from the time we talked to her at the restaurant, until
she left.  This was all her idea.  This was what she wanted.  I had to
respect that and let her go.
       "She's gone?" I heard Josh ask sleepily from the fold out couch.
       "Yeah" I replied.  "Left about 15 minutes ago."  I got up, walked
into the living room, where Josh was waking up slowly while still in the
fold out bed.
       "You guys sure made a lot of noise last night – AND this morning.
Fuck.  She was almost whimpering this morning.  What were you doing to
her?"  I explained my fucking Christina from behind as we lay on our sides.
By now, Josh was sitting up.  I offered to make breakfast, but he declined,
saying cereal would be fine.  Josh crawled out from under the covers, his
naked 16 year old boy body with morning wood distracted me momentarily from
thoughts of Christina.  He poured himself a bowl of cereal while I made
myself a cup of coffee.  We stood there in the kitchen, talking about her.
He seemed to be quite interested in her as a lover, and I asked if he had
expected us to include him.
       "No."  Josh took a big spoon of Cheerios and put it in his mouth.
"Thish wazh your" and he swallowed, "night" he finished.  Before he took
another bite he did inquire about her, about her body, her pussy.  He said
he heard the razor, so he asked about that, and I told them that I trimmed
and shave her.  That elicited a "fuuuuuuuuuuuuck" from him, and a response
that he LOVED shaved pussy.  He finished the cereal, and then just flat out
changed subjects.  "When do we have to leave?"  I told him checkout was at
11 AM, so we had a little more than 3 hours.
       Josh left the kitchen, closed up the foldout bed, and went into the
bathroom and took a shower.  I went and began to pack my clothes, reminding
myself that I needed to do my own laundry so my wife wouldn't see any
cum-stained shorts.  Josh was out shortly after that, and after he got
dressed in – yes – the board shorts and tank top, he packed his
clothes as well.  Next we did the kitchen and the food.  Josh put together
all the tackle and I got the luggage in the Jeep.  We saw our nosy
neighbors and chatted with them a bit.  Then, I had one final idea.  I had
some of my business cards in the Jeep, so I grabbed one and returned to the
cabin, placing it on my bed just under the pillow.  I had a feeling
Christina and her aunt would be doing these cabins, and Christina would
probably make sure she undid the bedding in the bedroom, fearful of what
her aunt might see and comment about.  I did a last walk around the cabin,
checking the vanity and drawers in the bathroom, the dresser drawers, under
the bed, and then into the living room, making sure Josh took the TV/VCR
combo and all extension cords.  Then one last look in the kitchen, checking
the fridge, pantry and cabinets.
       "Let's go" Josh said, standing at the door.  It had taken a while to
get ready, and it was nearly 10:30 when we drove up the driveway and headed
towards the village to drop off the keys and check out.  I wondered if I'd
see her at all, and as we drove along the lakeside, the white beat up Ford
Ranger pickup drove by, heading to the lakeshore cabins.  My eyes scanned
the cab, and I could see Christina, who was intentionally looking at the
lake.  We got into the village, and I checked out, commenting on how good
our stay was and how helpful the housekeeping staff had been.  We drove out
of the village and down the road.  I took a quick glance as we passed the
dirt driveway of the cabins, seeing the white Ford Ranger parked where I
had been parked.  I took a deep breath, and continued on.
       We drove in silence.  Josh had the window rolled down, and was
letting the wind blow his hair all over.  I was silent, thinking now of not
only Christina, but of this hot, smooth, toned, sexy 16 year old boy that
I'd fucked and sucked all week.  This HAD been an unbelievable week.  And a
week that both Josh and I would have to lie about for the rest of our
lives.  Now the open highway 395 beckoned, and we drove on.
       As we passed the June Lake Loop turnoff, Josh pointed out the dirt
road that led off to the obsidian dome, but actually said he wanted to take
the other rode on the eastern side of the highway.  I figured, why not, so
I slowed and turned onto the dirt road that led to wherever it was we were
going to go.  This road was called Bald Mountain Road, and it was deserted.
       "Stop" Josh insisted, and I did.  "Pull into there" he said,
pointing at a Jeep trail that led into the trees.  So, I put the Jeep into
4WD high, and turned into there.  After a few yards, Josh stuck his head
out the window, looking to the rear.  "This is good" he said, and he got
out of the Jeep, walking around to the front.  I stayed in the driver seat
and looked on as Josh, in full view, dropped his board shorts to his ankles
and stripped off his tank top.  "C'mere" he said, coaxing me with his
finger.  I turned off the engine and stepped out, walking over to him.  He
was stroking his cock, which was not fully erect, but not limp either.
       "One last time," he said.  "Before we get home."  I stepped in close
to him and took his now fully hard dick in my hand.  He reached over and
began to undo my belt, then my fly, and with an eagerness similar to what
he'd displayed earlier in the week, he pulled my underwear and shorts down
to my ankles.
       "Did she blow you?" he asked, and I told him she hadn't.  "Well,
then," he smirked.  "You need one more blowjob before we get home."  He
dropped to his knees and took my rapidly rising cock in his mouth.  Oh, how
I LOVED this feeling.  Even though Christina's pussy had been tight, and
wet, and warm, Josh's mouth was so wonderful.  He KNEW how to please me.
Soon he was bobbing up and down rapidly on my cock, and as I felt the
sensation start I let it go, releasing a small stream of my cum into his
mouth.  He stayed on me until he had sucked me dry, and then pulled off of
my now limping dick He then stood there and continued to stroke himself as
I watched, knowing that I enjoyed it.  I reached down, tickling his balls
and touching the parts of his cock shaft that were not being worked on by
his hand.  I returned to his balls just in time to feel them twitch, and
then I watched as a big long stream of boy juice shot out the end of his
cock, landing at least 3' away from him.  He really was letting loose a
large amount of cum, probably held over from when he came yesterday as I
was rimming his ass, so nearly 24 hours of boy juice buildup.  But soon,
his breathing slowed, and he had milked all of his cum from his cock.  I
reached down and was able to take just a bit from the tip of his cock,
which I licked off.  He smiled, and pulled his board shorts back up, tying
the drawstring.  Josh picked up his tank top, and we both got back into the
Jeep, headed back to the highway, and back to our normal lives, which
would, for both of us, never be "normal" again.

THE END