Fishing Trip - Part 2

FISHING TRIP

Part II: ...And savor it

Nathan was shaking with a mix of excitement and fear. His mind was buzzing.

Was it really happening?

Was he about to get fucked by his best friend’s father?

“But first, you need to get me nice and wet, so I can slide into that tight little ass of yours.” Mike whispered.

Nathan gasped, his eyes widening at Mike’s explicit words.

He felt a surge of too many emotions, his body aching with desire despite the raw and surreal nature of the situation.

“I’m not sure that I know how to do that.” He admitted. “I’ve never…”

Mike chuckled.

“You’re a quick learner; we’ve established that already. And I promise, you’ll love it.”

Nathan had little doubt about that. He was dying to blow that fat hairy cock. In his guts, he had always known.

“You’ll guide me, right?”

“I will, baby.”

Mike reached down, his hand wrapping around Nathan’s dick, giving it a firm squeeze.

“Hmmm… Fuck…”

“You want to please me, don’t you, boy?”

Nathan nodded yes.

He wanted nothing more.

Mike stroked him harder.

“Good. Show me what you’ve got!” Mike’s voice was a deep rumble, commanding and confident.

He lifted his hand, slick with Nathan’s pre-cum, and pressed two fingers against his lips.

“Suck them clean, Nate. Show me you want this as much as I do.”

Nathan hesitated for a moment, his eyes locked onto Mike’s, a mix of apprehension and intense desire swirling in his gaze.

He eventually parted his pink lips, his tongue darting out to taste the salty, musky fluid. His own juice.

He took Mike’s fingers into his mouth, his lips closing around them as he began to suck.

Mike’s eyes darkened with lust as he watched Nathan, his chest heaving with ragged breaths.

The taste was strange, somewhat unfamiliar, but Nathan found himself drawn to it, his body responding with a fresh spike of arousal.

Mike's cock, now rock-hard and leaking precum as well, pressed insistently against Nathan's bare ass, the heat and wetness of it sending a jolt of desire straight to his own aching balls.

He could feel each contour of Mike's shaft, each vein, each tension.

It was a primal, raw sensation that made Nathan lift his hips, needing more.

"Mike..." Nathan moaned, his lips still wrapped around the older man's fingers. "I… I want you inside me."

There, he had said it.

The words felt both frightening and exhilarating, a confession of his deepest and most forbidden desires.

“Then, I must oblige.”

Nathan was like in a lucid dream.

He released Mike's fingers from his eager mouth, a trail of saliva connecting them like a silken thread.

The fishing trip was taking a whole new turn.

Mike grunted like an animal in heat, his cock twitching against Nathan's ass.

"Fuck, Nate, I want you to suck my cock. Right now! Make it sloppy!"

He spoke with a commanding authority that made Nathan's body sing with lust.

This was exactly what he needed. Being manhandled like that.

First, Nathan reached down, his hand wrapping around the base of Mike's thick cock. It was a very large model.

He could feel the heat of it, the roughness of the coarse hair that surrounded the balls.

Second, Nathan's heart pounded in his chest as he leaned down, his tongue darting out to lick the bead of precum that had gathered at the tip.

He heard Mike's sharp intake of breath; the sound was like music to his ears. Nathan took the head of Mike's cock into his mouth, his lips sealing around it, and he began to suck.

That should not be rocket science, right? Just like sucking a banana.

The taste was raw and musky, and Nathan's eyes watered immediately from the intensity of it.

Mike groaned loudly, his hips bucking forward, driving more of his length into Nathan's mouth. At least four inches.  

In response, Nathan gagged but Mike's hands gentled on his head, guiding him, encouraging him to take more of his enormous shaft.

Nathan relaxed his jaw, trying to accommodate the thick rod sliding in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive head.

Mike’s fingers twisted in Nathan's hair, tugging gently.

“That's it, boy. Just like that. You're doing so good."

Nathan was proud of himself.

He could feel the older man's cock throbbing in his mouth, the taste of him filling his senses. It was like a new drug he was trying.

He feared it might be a really addicted one.

Nathan wanted to please the construction worker, to show him that he was everything he desired. He could make him feel good.

He took Mike deeper, gagging more and slightly choking as the thick shaft hit the back of his throat.

Another surge of pride washed over him as Mike groaned above him, his fingers tightening in Nathan's hair.

He was loving this!

"Fuck, Nate. You're amazing!” He growled.

Nathan's eyes were tearing up as he breathed through his nose, determined to take more of Mike's impressive cock.

He was so damn big; it was like an endless meat stick invading him. Yet, he could not have enough!

He relaxed his throat, getting used to the intrusion, and he was rewarded with another low moan from above.

“Just like that… Yes." Mike praised, his hips moving in rhythm with Nathan's mouth.

Nathan could feel Mike's legs trembling, his body on the brink of losing control.

Despite his submissive position, the college boy had never felt so powerful, so in command.

He sucked harder, the head of the man's cock hitting the back of his throat. He was going back and forth and he was going deep.

Mike's cock twitched harder in Nathan's mouth, a clear sign that he was close.

The older man's hips were thrusting faster, deeper.

It was no longer a blowjob; it was a face-fuck. And a rough one at it!

"If… If you keep going… I… I'm gonna cum, Nate." Mike confessed.

He suddenly pulled Nathan up, his arms strong and sure, and he kissed him deeply.

Their bodies pressed together in the intimacy of the narrow tent, the friction of their skin sending electric shocks through them both.

Nathan could taste himself on Mike, the raw, musky flavor of his arousal, and it drove him wild. He had never felt something like that.

There was no comparison whatsoever to the times when he had fucked girls, - probably only to convince himself of his heterosexuality.

This was the real deal.

He moaned into the kiss, his hands clutching at Mike’s reassuring shoulders.

The shift in dynamics sent a thrill through Nathan. He was no longer in control, no longer the one pleasuring Mike.

Now, he was being claimed, his horned-up and tense body aching for more.

Nathan's hands explored Mike's bulky chest, tracing the lines of his muscles, the rough texture of his skin, the sprinkle of gray hairs that dusted his pectorals here and there.

He felt Mike's heart pounding beneath his touch, a primal rhythm that echoed his own.

He could feel every contour, every ripple of flesh, as his fingers danced over Mike's body, learning, and exploring.

That was a body that had lived, that had grown, that had matured.

And just like fine wine, Mike Lewis tasted delicious.

Simultaneously, Mike roamed over Nathan's back, his fingers lingering over the smooth skin, the curve of his spine, before descending to cup his bubble butt.

That was an ass meant to be fucked; he thought.  

He squeezed firmly, eliciting a moan from deep within Nathan's throat.

The darkness of the tent was filled with their ragged breaths, their moans, and the rustle of their movements as their bodies pressed together.

None of them thought about the other man who was sleeping in the nearby tent. In that instant, they were alone in the universe.  

Mike couldn't resist any longer; his cock was throbbing, desperate for more He had to fuck Nathan. Hard.

He had to have him, right now, right there.

Mike broke the kiss, his eyes wild and hungry as he looked down at Nathan before him.

He grasped Nathan's hips in a swift move, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he maneuvered him into position.

"You're mine tonight, boy.”

Nathan nodded.

“Yes, Mike. I'm all yours."

Mike reached into his bag, fumbling for the lube he had brought along for the trip.

For some reason, he had come prepared and he wasn't about to be caught off guard.

Frankly, he was imagining a bit of horsing around and probably that he would end up in his tent, his own hand wrapped around his big cock for a nightly jerk-off session…

Even in his wildest fantasies, he had not dared picturing actually fucking the hot college jock.

Still, he had been looking at the pictures… Spencer had found a pretty-looking best friend.

Mike's fingers followed the curve of Nathan's peachy ass, teasing him as he sought out the lube hidden within the depths of his bag.

His touch was purposeful, deliberate, stoking the fire that had been building between them since the moment they set eyes on each other.

Thinking back, the entire day had been leading to this.

Nathan made a high-pitch sound at the first contact, his body arching into the touch, craving more. He could feel the roughness of his calloused fingers as they explored his most intimate place.

The anticipation was torturous, but it was also exhilarating.

He wanted more. He needed more.

They both did, they were in sync.  

"Fuck, Mike… I want to feel you inside me." Nathan could scarcely believe the words coming out of his own mouth, but they were sincere.

With that, Mike's fingers, slick with lube, slipped inside him, breaching the tight ring of muscle.

Nathan gasped, his body tensing at the intrusion, the unfamiliar sensation both painful and immensely pleasurable.

Mike's touch was firm but gentle. He knew exactly what he was doing, his fingers exploring, stretching, and preparing him.

"Easy, boy." Mike murmured. "Relax into it. You'll feel better soon."

Nathan let out a shaky breath, trying to do as Mike said, trying to relax and open himself up to the sensation.

It was not that easy.

He could feel every inch of Mike's fingers, - he had two in there -, the way they moved and twisted, the way they got him ready for what was to come.

As the initial shock began to subside, Nathan's breathing evened out and he accepted the sensation.

Mike's fingers moved deeper, his approach becoming much more confident and straight-forward as he explored Nathan's depths.

The boy moaned softly, the sound muffled by the tent walls, as Mike's fingers brushed against a spot that sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

“Aaah… Fuck… What’s happening?”

"There you go, boy… I’m just reaching your prostate.”

“Fuck… That’s… That’s how it feels?! God…”

Mike chose this moment to slid his fingers out of him, leaving Nathan feeling empty and aching for more.

“I think you’re ready, Nate.”

He was ready and he knew what was coming next. His heart felt like he was about to burst out of his chest.

Mike lined up his cock with Nathan's entrance, the head of it nudging against the tight ring of muscle.

Nathan's legs twitched, pure lust coursing through his veins.

It was time.

The young adult took a deep breath, his body tensing and his legs wrapping around Mike's waist, instinctively inviting him in.

Mike groaned, the sound was low and primal, as he pressed forward, his cock stretching Nathan's tight hole.

"Fuck, Nate…" Mike grunted, his body shaking with the effort of holding back. "You're so tight, boy. So fucking tight. So deliciously tight."

Nathan gasped; the pain so intense it was almost blinding.

He dug his nails into Mike's back.

"It... It hurts, Mike." He managed to choke out, his voice barely a whisper.

Mike stilled, his body tense, his cock buried just barely inside Nathan. He had so much more to take in.

He took things really slow.

"Don't worry, boy." he whispered. "I'll be very gentle. You'll see. Just try to relax."

He began to move, his hips pulling back very slowly, withdrawing almost completely before pressing back in again, just a little deeper each time.

Nathan moaned, his body tensing and untensing with each gentle thrust.

“Ah… God… Ah…”

“Better?”

“Yeah… Yes, I think so…”

"That's it, boy." Mike murmured. “We’re getting there. Step by step. Inch by inch.”

“I… I think we can make it.”

“That's a good boy, Nate." Mike coaxed softly.

His cock slid deeper, inch by inch, stretching Nathan wider than he had ever been before.

He could feel every centimeter of the thick shaft as it filled him, the sensation overwhelming and intense.

The rhythm of the fucking became steadier and Nathan's body finally began to relax, the initial pain subsiding as he grew more accustomed to the intrusion.

Mike's hands went through over Nathan's lean body, soothing and caressing, his touch grounding and reassuring.

"That's it, boy. See… You’re natural at this… Your hole needed to be filled."

“Hmmm… Yes… This is what I…. Hmmm… What I need.”

“Just breathe. You're doing so well."

Nathan felt his body literally opening up, the discomfort fading as he surrendered to the orgasmic sensation. He could feel Mike's cock sliding deeper, filling him completely, a feeling he had never experienced before.

He clung to Mike, his legs still wrapped around the older man's waist, his fingers digging deeper into his shoulders.

That would leave marks but he did not think about that.

"Fuck... I… I want more…” Spontaneously, his body began to move with Mike's slow, steady thrusts.

Nathan was doing his part of the work, impaling himself on the thick boner.

His hand wandered, exploring Mike's sweaty body, feeling the hard muscles beneath the soft skin. His fingers found Mike's nipples, hard and erect, and he pinched them gently, eliciting a low groan from the man on top of him.

“Play with them, boy… Don’t be shy!”

Nathan complied, his fingers rolling and pinching the sensitive nubs, feeling Mike's body respond to his touch. He could literally sense Mike’s penis throbbing within him, the friction of their bodies sending waves of pleasure through him.

“You like that, Mike?”

They kissed.

“I love it… You… You’re perfect.”

“Fuck me…”

"You’re so tight around me. I'm not gonna last long."

The sight of his lover's flushed cheeks, his clenched jaw, and the intense look in his eyes sent a jolt of excitement through him.

Mike began to stroke Nathan’s dick harder.

Both men were spiraling closer and closer to the edge.

“You can fill me up. For real… Hmmm…”

“I wanna breed you, boy.”

“Please… Please do it… Now…”

Another sloppy kiss.

“That’s it! That’s fucking it! Aaaaah.”

Suddenly, Mike's hips snapped forward, his cock burying deep within Nathan's ass.

Nathan threw his head back, a loud moan escaping his lips as he felt the first hot spurts of Mike's cum breeding him.

The sensation was overwhelming, intense, and unlike anything he had ever experienced before.

Mike's cock throbbed, filling Nathan completely, the hot spurts of his release were like shockwaves, sending Nathan to another dimension.

He could feel the warmth of Mike's seed within him, the sensation both foreign and exhilarating. Mike's hips continued to buck, his cock pulsing with each warm load.

As Mike continued to empty himself deep inside him, painting his guts white, Nathan's own orgasm exploded, his body convulsing with the intensity of it.

He arched his back, his cock throbbing before the creamy release coated his abdomen and Mike's fingers.

As the last of his orgasm subsided, he slumped back, his body slick with sweat and spent, a sense of bliss and satisfaction washing over him.

Mike pulled out slowly, his softening cock slipping from Nathan's more intimate part, and he collapsed beside him, his arm draped across Nathan's chest.

They laid there, panting, their bodies entwined, their limbs heavy and languid with post-orgasmic bliss.

They fell asleep like that, content.

*

As the first light of dawn began to filter through the tent walls, his body curled around Nathan's, Mike slowly woke up.

Nathan had been awake for a moment, his mind racing with the events of the night.

He had never experienced anything like that before, never felt so connected to another person, so completely and utterly consumed by pleasure.

For sure, this could have important consequences… About his sexuality, about his future, about his friendship too…

Despite the questions, as he lay there, nestled in Mike's arms, Nathan felt a sense of peace wash over him.

He had expected to feel guilty, ashamed even, but all he felt was a warm, fuzzy sensation that made him want to smile.

Mike stirred beside him; he nuzzled closer.

"Morning, boy." He murmured, his voice still thick with sleep.

Nathan smiled, turning his head slightly to look at the older man.

"Morning, Mike." He replied softly.

They stayed there for a moment, basking in the warmth of each other's bodies, their breaths syncing as they inhaled and exhaled in unison.

It was almost perfect, Nathan thought, until the sound of a zipper broke the silence.

Just like that, everything was shattered into pieces.

The sudden sound of a zipper being pulled down made both of them freeze. The sound was unmistakable, and it sent a jolt of adrenaline through Nathan's veins.

He looked up at Mike, his eyes wide with fear and panic.

Mike's smile faded instantly, replaced by a look of concern and caution.

They were paralyzed though, unable to react to whatever was happening inches away from them.

As the tent flap opened, a shocked face appeared, and Nathan's heart dropped.

"What the hell!?" Spencer stammered, his eyes widening as he took in the scene before him.

It was indeed a lot to take in.

His gaze flicked between the two entwined figures, his face flushed with shock and disgust.

"What the fuck are you two doing!?" He demanded, his voice shaking with pure disbelief.

The disgust and surprise on Spencer's face was palpable, and Nathan felt a wave of guilt and shame wash over him.

"Spence, I can explain…" He started, but he was abruptly cut off by his friend's outraged voice.

"Explain? Explain what, Nathan? That you’re a fag?! That you've been sneaking around behind my back… with my own father? Who… Who the hell does that? Who the hell are you?!”

Spencer's eyes were wild with betrayal and Nathan felt his heart sink as he saw the pain and hurt reflected in his friend's gaze.

Incidentally, he had never heard him use the word “faggot”, Spencer was usually very open-minded.

Not that morning though.

“I didn't mean for this to happen, Spence." Nathan pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper. "It just... It just did.”

Spencer's face contorted with anger, his fists clenching at his sides as he stared at the two men entangled on the mattress.   

He wanted to attack them both.

“Just happened?!" Spencer's voice echoed through the woods, causing Nathan to flinch. “We're fucking camping! How the hell does something like this just happen?!”

Mike, still naked from the waist down, sat up and reached for his clothes, his expression dark and defensive.

“Spencer, calm down. You don’t get it; this is not what it looks like.”

Spencer scoffed, his eyes darting between Nathan and Mike.

“Then what is it, Dad? Do you care to elaborate? Are you having a tea party?”

Spencer spat, his voice shaking with anger and betrayal.

He turned on his heel, the tent flap snapping behind him as he stormed out, leaving the two men alone with the weight of their actions.

Nathan stared after Spencer. He opened his mouth to call out to his friend, to explain, to apologize, but the words stuck in his throat.

He turned to Mike.

“What have we done?" He whispered, his voice barely audible.

The construction worker sighed; he looked at his wedding ring.

“I don't know, Nate. I… I simply couldn’t resist.”

“We… We need to fix this. This was a terrible mistake.”

“I don’t think it was a mistake… But yeah, we’ll have to go through this.”

Mike stood up and went to look for his only son.

All of their lives were about to change.

[THE END]