One of the reasons I bonded with my father, was our fishing trips. We would spend a day by a river or lake, with sandwiches and a flask, rarely catching a thing, but we'd laugh and joke and the day would flash by. I remember watching my father piss like a horse, and looking at his big penis.
Fast forward to more recent times. I came home from work to find him smiling from ear to ear. He had acquired some money and bought a boat. It was in a marina five miles away. Even though it was getting dark, he insisted he showed me. I was expecting a little dinghy, but it was a 28' motor launch, kitted out for sea fishing. "We'll take it out Saturday, if the weather is okay". Saturday morning dawned bright and sunny. I was up early, excited about the day ahead. After a shower, I put a dab of lube on, hoping what may happen later. Thinking it maybe colder on the water, I put a warm top on, but dug out some old football shorts I still had from school. I had an immediate erection, as I used to use them to jerk off into, and there were still white stains on them, and guessed there would be more stains in them later. I was downstairs before dad, and got coffee and breakfast ready. I heard the shower going and knew he would be down shortly. My hole tingled. He came down in a tight T-shirt and white shorts, with his penis clearly showing down the left leg. After eating, I made lunch, while he sorted out some fishing gear. It was gone 10.00 when we set off. It took a while to park up and get out of the marina. The crystal clear sea was like a mill pond, and I relaxed at the front, while dad steered. We followed the shoreline for a while, so he could get used to it, then headed out into deeper water. We were probably a mile offshore when he killed the engine and got the rods, tackle, and bait out. We fished on either side of the boat for an hour with no luck, so had a break, and went into the cabin for coffee. He eyed me up and down, and said, "You look nice today, you've already caught the sun, come here." I sat on his lap, and we kissed like young lovers. I could feel his hardness growing underneath me, but I didn't want sex so quickly. I ran my hand under his top and rubbed his nipples, then slid off his lap and knelt in front of him, undoing the zip of his shorts. His lovely penis sprang out. I couldn't help but kiss it and run my tongue up its length. "Can we save it for later? We've got all day." "Okay son, but we don't need clothes out here." so we took off what little we had on and went back on deck, feeling very liberated. Dad drove to another spot, further out, hoping for more luck. We fished for another hour and landed some mackerel, which we could use as bait. I went into the little galley to sort some food out, while dad turned a couple of the seats into a bed. We ate the sandwiches, with his eyes fixed on me. Having finished, he lay on his back, stroking himself to erection. I could wait no longer. I sucked his member a few times, then lowered myself down, leaned forward and kissed him deeply. He lifted me up a little and began to thrust. We'd been shagging for five minutes, when I climbed off, sucked him again, and let him take me doggy, my favourite, because it goes in deeper. As well as plowing me, he moved it around, so that it went in at different angles, then rolled me onto my side, without skipping a beat. His pumping increased, so I started tossing. Holding my hips, he filled my bowels as I came over my thigh. We cuddled until he slipped out, and then I licked the last drops from him. We went back to fishing and caught sea bass for dinner, before heading back to the marina.
I thought we'd go home, but instead we headed to uncles house. When we got there, dad proudly showed off our catch, and then they surprised me by kissing, which got me aroused again. My uncle then turned to me, "I guess you've been filled already, but there's nothing better than a man pussy that's already been opened." Without being asked, I dropped my cum stained shorts and bent over the kitchen table. He didn't even bother undressing, just pulled his weapon out of his flies, spat on my ring, and penetrated me. He wasn't as nice as dad, fucking with little thought for me, not that I cared. The feeling of his big cock pumping in and out had me dribbling precum, even though it was only a few hours since dad had me. Out the corner of my eye, I saw dad was hard again. After a bit, Uncle put me on my back across the table and re-entered, plowing harder. I wasn't surprised when dad climbed on the table and shoved his dick down my throat. Uncle was grunting and uttering expletives, something he does just before he cums. "Get ready for my babies," and his warm cream splattered my insides. They swapped. I cleaned uncles sticky knob as dad gave me his second fucking of the day. By now, spunk ran out of me every time on every outward movement. I began jerking, preparing to take the third load of the day. As dad built up speed, uncle stood beside him, kissing him and encouraging him on. He shuddered and came as I shot another load. Then my uncle knelt and licked his brother clean, before kissing him again. I pulled my shorts up, so they could soak up the mess. As we were leaving, uncle patted my bum, and said, "You're a good lad, and all grown up now, you can call me Jerry," and he kissed me, and then my dad. By the car, dad said, "Maybe you'd like to join us next time, the boats plenty big enough for three." "That would be great", had he stroked his dick.
