Catching Fish

I went from being a sweet doe-eyed virgin to a dirty cream-puffed cockhound in a matter of hours one hot and sunny afternoon along a river shore hanging out with Ron and the other guys. Ron was a local sports hero from my neck of the woods. I grew real close to him through my duties as an honorary batboy for the team.

He’d invited me to tag along with him on a fishing trip that my mom originally rejected. Ron and his gang were significantly older than me. And while she was all for me and male bonding, to help show me the way of menfolk since my dad was out of the picture, she greatly feared alcohol might be involved with their fun and the shenanigans that were sure to follow suit because of it. Mom was a bit of a major buzzkill. Her dad was a raging alcoholic. That meant anyone who ever took a sip of liquor was also a bona fide alcoholic. Ron assured her that with three of the most responsible guys on the baseball team going on this fishing trip, including the legendary Mark Columbus, the unofficial “dad” of the league. And that none of the four men would engage in such reckless behavior, especially with their biggest fan right by their side looking on.

Not even a good five minutes after I loaded my stuff onto his tricked out pickup truck, Ron stopped off at the convenient store to grab some beers and a few mini bottles. “I don’t have to say this, but I have to say this: Don’t tell your mother.” The tousled brown-haired, baby blue-eyed stud whispered with his finger to his lips and winked.

I chuckled then. But as the day wore on, there was so much bound to happen on that trip that buying alcohol was the least of mom’s worries. Continuing with the ninety-minute ride up to where we were going. The guys spent so much time bragging about what one did with this girl and the other did with that girl sexually that I couldn’t stop fidgeting in my seat just to give my ballooning cock some room to grow.

When we got there, I was more than ready for Ron to park the truck so I could stretch my legs and adjust. The guys flooded out like madmen grabbing everything they could, running off like little kids under the trees and over the long bridge that suspended off into oblivion. I would have chased behind them with their fishing gear if it wasn’t for Ron falling back behind them, mockingly teasing them.

“Grab the blanket, will ya, Sport?” He smirked. In retrospect, knowing full well the four men had my cherry lined up long before I knew it was up for grabs. “It might come in handy later.”

I understood before getting started it was going to be a long hike to get to this special fishing spot of theirs. I just wasn’t expecting for it to take nearly as long to get there as the truck ride up there.

I was nearly coming out of my sandals when I saw the other guys standing along the riverbed with their fishing poles cast out over the wide shallow waters. The place reeked of quiet isolation contained in the missed shadows of the small canyons encircling us.

“What took you guys so freakin’ long?” Mark Columbus taunted. “You’re too damn young to be letting an old geezer like me beat the pants off of you!”

Mark was the oldest out the bunch at fifty-three. His brownish blonde hair dazzled with a dull silver gray. He was being forced into retirement at the end of the season, even though he was still one of the better players on the team.

“Leave the fucking kid alone, will ya.” Ron balked in his hillbilly dialect on my behalf. “The fucking fish ain’t running off anywhere they didn’t want to go no way. Geez!”

I moved right passed Old Mark and took my place on the other side of Leo to stand on the furthest end.

The five of us stood about a good thirty feet apart from the next man on the rocky shore. I was dressed coolly under the glaring sun in a regular orange T-shirt and some tan cargo shorts while the rest of the guys sported plaid and denim cutoffs. That is, except for Leo, in a wifebeater and some ratty jeans.

“Balls ain’t meant to sweat like this. Not even drumming off at some good wet cunt.” Mark growled.

“I agree.” Leo undid his ratty jeans a few minutes later.

A half-hour later, I heard “fuck it” and I saw Old Mark peeling off his clothes like they were on fire.

“What’re you doing, man?” Leo shouted at Mark when he saw he was coming out of his shorts.

Mark sported huge, weathered muscles that were worth showing off, but even I swore he was going to stop at his briefs. I was a bit startled when he got them over his knees and passed his big boots to be tossed onto a big rock back towards the canyon wall.

“Whoa! Bro! We don’t need to see all that!” Leo shouted, holding up his hand and diverting his eyes.

“What seems to be the problem? We ain’t got nothing we ain’t never seen before back in the locker room? Grow a fucking pair.”

“The kid, you old fart. The kid!” Leo pleaded in my defense.

“The kid sees his all the time. He’s at that age where he still jags off about once a day to get some heavy blue ball relief. It’s time to see something new, right?”

I covered my teenage mouth from bursting out laughing. The old goat was partially right. I had gotten up to two and three times a day for relief. I was so excited about the trip I accidentally missed out on the whole week altogether.

“No big deal, huh, kid?” Ron searched me for confirmation standing on the other side of Leo.

I shook my head silently.

Leo complained. “Nobody wants to see that crusty old dick with your balls hanging down to the ground, okay.”

Leo was exaggerating, of course, but Mark’s dick was pretty thick, and his balls hung quite low. It left with an understanding that it wasn’t the lack of fluids in his joints that prevented him from rounding the bases faster.

“Jealous fucker!” Mark shouted back. “It’s time for you and the little bastard to see how you guys measure up to the rest of the world. If not now, when?”

Mark might’ve been the first one to completely come out of his clothes, but it was Danny I really took notice of naked first. He was the tallest out of the bunch, covered in an obscene amount of hair that was quite a contrast to his bald head.

Mark was just as hairy. His was well-trimmed, confined to his forearms and the front of his torso with a light masculine dusting dancing down his thick powerful thighs.

Leo was their complete opposite. He was practically hairless and covered in large tattoos that played off his many muscle groups: a tat across his pec, a tat down the side of his torso, a tattoo sleeve down his bicep and another sleeve, on the other arm, down his forearm.

After Leo came out of his clothes, so did Ron, leaving me the only one with something on.

“C’mon, boy, don’t be shy.” Mark growled. “You’re making us uncomfortable keeping on what you got on.”

I reluctantly gave in, desperately wanting to be one of the guys. I just wasn’t daring enough to come out of my underwear just yet.

Mark snorted in disappointment.

“C’mon, Mark, man,” Ron defended with the same knowing smirk. “Cut the kid some slack. Let him ease into it.”

A couple of hours later passed by then and the men were seating and marked up by the sun. We were all getting tired and eventually unfazed by the surrounding nakedness. A couple of times, I was tempted to come out of my underwear just to have an even tan. But the words “measure up” kept popping in my head, gazing at the four sizeable cocks each man had for me to compete with. I had just about given up on catching fish when something snagged the line.

“I got something!”

I thought because of the shallowness of the river it was just a matter of reeling it in. Unfortunately, the fish fought me every step of the way, trying to drag me into the river behind it.

“Whoa, you’re not going anywhere, fella!” Mark ran over to me with this sweetly strong chewing tobacco scent coming up behind me to help me grip the rod.

He held me steady against him for the longest time I nearly forgot he was naked until I felt the immense flaccidness of his cock grow hard against my covered rear.

“Damn, he’s a fuckin’ fighter!” Mark growled lowly in my ear with his big strong hands guiding mine tugging at the bending pole.

I started off nervous, and then quickly grew comfortable enveloped in this big man with his hairy front grazing my entire back that I almost lost my grip in the pleasure of his soft fur.

“Oh no you don’t, son. You started this fight. You’re going to finish this fucker, too!”

Mark and I fought the fish ten minutes more. We were pleasantly surprised by the size of it, though I can’t call its species name to save my life right now. My mind was on other things at the time as the other three guys rallied around to cut the line and move the catch off to the side.

While the battle with the big fish was clearly over, the one with the eel down there was just beginning. Mark persisted in keeping me in his grip with no plans of letting me go anytime soon.

Strangely, I didn’t mind. I enjoyed being in his arms. The hundreds of homeruns they’ve scored over his thirty-five-year career. I was soon whirled into a dizzying state of shock when one of his big hands slid behind my underwear to play with my painfully stiff erection while his other hand slid across my ass further settling behind my balls. It felt so good and wrong that I reluctantly leaned into his hairy chest against the subtle laughter of the three other men pretending not to notice.

“You’ve seen mine, Sport. It’s only fair I see yours, too. Don’t you think?”

Then with one hand constantly on my cock, Mark cleverly peeled my underwear off with the other. I took it from there. Taking them completely off, throwing them out onto the rocky shore in front of us.

“See, Sport, you just needed a good enough reason.”

With my head arched up at the cloudless sky basking in the full sun and the heat of his big hairy mitts roaming my body, he patiently walked me over towards the shore. I was knocked back into my senses when my toes hit the water. Mark let go of my cock. Suddenly, I was bent to brace this huge boulder in front of me. I had no clue as to what was going on until I looked down and found Danny with his mouth open between my legs. I knew what was coming. I just didn’t know what to expect, so I tried to pull away. With the rock-hard wall of man-flesh behind me, I shrank when Danny ran his mouth over my nakedness. I gasped in fear, at first. Eventually, I warmed up to the pleasure immediately falling in love with his tongue running over the underside of my cock with his thin lips growing over so tight around the bulbous head.

That was just the introduction. Danny worked my tumescent worm down his gullet, moaning and groaning before pulling back to show its spit-shined length, diving on it again until the dangling thing in his back of his throat lodged its way into my tip.

“Grab the bastard like this.” Mark instructed with his hands over mine, tugging the sides of Danny’s head jerking it back and forth.

I quickly got the hang of it, riding his face.

“Oh fuck!” I grumbled.

I repeated myself again and again. This time because Mark squatted down behind me spreading my cheeks apart. I got off on the rush of cool air rolling into my sweaty heat-filled crack, quickly replaced by the hair on his face back there.

I groaned in delight, wanting to pull away because of the oncoming danger, the fear of the unknown, and yet, I needed to stay right there just for that very reason.

“Oh god!” I rambled in blubbering anxiety. “I’m about to shoot. About to…!”

Before then, before my dizzying ramblings, Mark was licking around the rim of my hole. When I announced I was about to blast off however, his tongue darted as deep as it could into my abyss. Danny was no better. He went from licking around my stick to sucking my rod like a vacuum at my warning.

“I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Oh fuck! I’m cumming!” I popped my cork into Danny’s mouth.

I heard laughter coming from behind me, even mimicking me, but it wasn’t Mark. His face was still up in my butt.

I felt completely drained, listening to Danny gurgle every drop of my hastening seed into his fish mouth, sucking my pipes clean and having me shake like a leaf against Mark’s forceful tongue steadily working my hole.

“Feels like a good sneeze, huh, Sport.” Ron slapped me on the shoulder for my accomplishment.

“Yeah,” I puffed with Danny still lapping up my cock.

“We want to do the same.” Leo winked.

I felt like drifting off to sleep.

“Old Mark here is up for retirement. Why don’t you give him a good and proper send off?”

“How do I do that?” I asked fighting sleep.

“Just like he’s making you feel good right now, you need to do the same for him.”

I dropped to my knees in front of him. Mark laughed instead. “No, kid. I need you to lay on this blanket behind us and make is all feel good.”

Four men and nearly a dozen loads later, my holes took a battering with each bat the insatiable ballplayers had to throw at it and the scores that came after it once we went back to civilization. I wish I could tell you the order of the lineup after Mark. But after he snatched my cherry, it all became a blur of cock roulette with me being unsure if he was even the first to creampie it as well. I just remember well catching fish.