Date: Wed, 11 Aug 2004 08:25:26 +1000
From: james robinson <justjames17@hotmail.com>
Subject: Pier Fishing with Rob,

This story was told to me by a friend, who is over 60 and he thought I could
write it for him, so here it is. I hope I did it justice it is only a short
story but it is as he told me, only the names were changed and the location
not mentioned but it was in Victoria in Australia.
The story contains sex between two teenagers so if this isn't your sort of
story please leave; if you are under age then you should leave too. All
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                   Pier Fishing with Rob,
              justjames17.


Rob and I had fished together for a couple of years now, he was 14 while I
was 16 years old, he was the cutest guy I had ever seen in my life. He lived
about a mile from me and we both loved fishing. He was about 5foot 4inches
and weighed around 90 pounds, short crew cut dirty blonde hair with blue
eyes and a crooked grin that just melted me inside whenever he smiled. His
body was toned as we both played football and swam; he also was into
yachting as was his dad who crewed on a large ocean racing yacht. We just
about lived at each other's houses and our parents sort of adopted each of
us into their families.

Our fishing was limited to the pier as neither of us had access to a boat so
we had fun off the piers around the bay near our homes. Our favorite pier
was where his dad crewed on the yacht and we had great success off there
catching good quantities of fish, Spring and Summer were the best as we
caught Snapper, Garfish, Tommy Ruff, Gummy Sharks and a few King George
Whiting along with the ever present Flathead, the rats with fins as we
called them. In winter we caught yellow eye Mullet, Garfish and the rats
with fins so all year round we generally caught quality and quantities of
fish, to share with friends and neighbours and eat ourselves.

One cool evening we were fishing off the rock breakwater on the end of the
pier, there was a chilly southerly breeze so we moved into a hole in the
surface of the breakwater, a storm had destroyed the black top pathway and
washed some of the rocks into the harbor leaving a nice depression that we
could sit in out of the wind. The cool wind deterred people strolling up the
pier especially where we were as there was no lighting and unless you knew
the area you could fall and hurt yourself on the damaged surface.

We sat there chatting quietly snuggled together to keep warm when he started
to wrestle with me, I joined in and we rolled around on the rocks laughing
and joking till me being bigger and heavier pinned him to the rocks. I was
kneeling over him holding his hands next to his head when he arched up
trying to dislodge me, his groin pushed against mine and I felt he had a
rock hard cock. I stayed still for a minute as he rubbed against me pushing
up but he wasn't big or strong enough to roll me off him. I peered down in
the dim light from the shore and could see his pale blue, nearly white, worn
jeans tented by his erection. I was immediately as hard as he was and my
mind was spinning with thoughts I couldn't understand the incredible
pressure I was feeling to grab his hard cock.
He was grunting as he struggled and continued to rub on my hard on, then I
let go of him with one hand and placed it on the bulging denim, he stopped
struggling as if paralyzed and I could feel his tool pulsing in my hand as
it twitched. Then he lay back on the rocks and sighed softly allowing my
hand to feel his cock and balls, his free hand came up under me and felt my
hard on. He whispered, " Gee Monty, his nick name for me, that feels awesome
it's so much bigger than mine."
I shuddered with excitement as he began to really work on my tool, then I
said, " Can I undo your fly and pull your cock out?"

He nodded quickly and said, " I'll undo your pants too."

We were both bared to the cool night air and I rolled off him to lie beside
him as we investigated each other, his cock was so hot it felt like it was
burning in my cold hand and he had mine clutched tightly as he stroked me.
The feeling of his hand rubbing my cock was unbelievable I was shaking and
my temperature was rising even in the cold draft as the wind blew over the
rocks above us. I began to wank him as I did myself when I was home in bed
and Rob soon tensed up and began to breath hard next thing I knew his cock
pulsed and he cried out like a mewling seagull as he shot juice all over my
hand and forearm, he sent four strings of his semen out onto my arm as he
brought me to a howling climax. I sprayed everywhere all over his sexy legs
and groin until I came to a shuddering end. We lay there clutching each
other tightly as our hearts pounded and we gasped for breath, our hot breath
steaming in the cool air then being blown away by the breeze.

One day we were fishing on the pier in a strong North wind when we saw a
wooden motorboat break its moorings and the wind blew it against the pier
where it was getting smashed onto the heavy timbers. We ran to the boat and
spent some time working it along the pier till we reached a low jetty where
we held it off with hands and feet. The yacht club saw what happened and
rang the owner who hurried down to the pier and we helped him get the motor
started and he drove it to safety. The man knew we had been fighting the
wind and waves for nearly an hour and he offered us money but we wouldn't
take it so he asked if we would like to go out fishing the next weekend, we
both excitedly said yes and arranged to meet him the next Saturday.

Saturday dawned and Rob and I arrived at the pier and the man was there with
a friend and we jumped aboard and away we went, the day was great until late
in the afternoon when the wind blew up. The two men had been drinking
heavily and when the wind started howling they were just about unconscious
from the alcohol. I looked at Rob and said, " What will we do, they are too
drunk to get us back do you think we can start the engine and drive it
back?"

Rob nodded and said, " Well we saw how he started it the other day you turn
the handle and I'll work the throttle lever."

I went into the cabin and grabbed hold of the crank handle and started
turning the engine over, faster and faster as Rob fiddled with the throttle
and then he said, " I think I've got to pull this other knob, it isn't
starting this way."

I kept turning the crank getting tired as he pulled the knob and the engine
coughed and began to roar, I leapt back as the crank began to fly around
when the engine fired up. I crawled out of the cabin and said, " You drive
the boat forward while I pull up the anchor, don't go too fast just watch me
pulling in the rope."

He nodded and I worked around the cabin to the foredeck and began pulling in
the thick wet rope as the boat moved forward, I soon had the anchor up and
stowed in the hatch in the bow and worked my way back round the cabin and
jumped into the cockpit. The sun was going down as we got underway and by
the time we got back it was dark and we had to bring the boat into the pier
against the big swells running under the pier. We had never driven a boat
before and Rob said you steer it in I'm scared I'll hit the pier so I
grabbed the wheel and we headed towards the pier. We got close in and under
the light I could see my sister and brother, both older than me, waiting on
the pier, I knew we were in trouble because it was so late and we were
supposed to be home for tea.

I panicked and the boat crashed into the low jetty and Rob quickly threw a
rope around the pylon to hold the boat, I turned the engine off and helped
him tie the boat up, my bro and sis were standing there going ape shit at me
saying we could have been drowned and no one would know where we were and
why hadn't I told mum and dad where we were going?

I hung my head and told them I was sorry and then the story of what happened
about us saving the boat and they took us out as their thanks and that the
guys got drunk and we had to get the boat back on our own. My bro said that
I had done a good job but I would be grounded when we got home, as my folks
were worried sick. They had found out where we had gone from one of our
friends who was fishing on the pier when they arrived and they had had to
wait in the cold for two hours till we got in.

He looked at the two drunken guys who were lying on the deck just conscious
and told them what he thought of them and that he should tell the police
about their irresponsible behavior. We grabbed our fishing gear and walked
down the pier climbed into the car and drove Rob home, his folks were livid
too and he was grounded for a month and when I got home my dad took me into
the bathroom and I got 6 welts from his razor strop on my arse and he said
no fishing for a month as well.

This was the first of many fishing trips especially when I bought my first
boat, that ended up turning into sexual explorations and we learnt a lot by
experimenting, we had to experiment because there wasn't any internet or
porn around for kids our age then. Our friendship lasted for 5 years until
his mum died and we fell out over a car but that is another story.

I often wonder where he is today, the last time I saw him was up in the
tropics he was working with a circus that visited the town I was living near
then, that was over 40 years ago.

I'd love to hear your reactions to this story; I loved writing it for my
friend.