Fishing Trip - Part 1

And here's another short story since I know you guys love them. The second and final part will be released next week.

Enjoy the camping trip down the lake!

FISHING TRIP

Part I: Reel it in...

The sunlight streamed in through the dusty classroom window, casting a warm glow on Nathan's textbook as he tried, and failed, to concentrate on the page in front of him.

His professor was going on and on about so far-fetched concepts that it did not even seem like he was speaking English.

Nathan’s eyes kept flicking up to the clock, each tick of the second hand seeming to echo in the busy classroom, making the time stretch endlessly before him.

Spencer leaned back in his chair right next to his, a lopsided grin spreading across his face.

"Come on, man, you know you're dying for a break from the books. The lake is like paradise this time of year." He whispered.

Nathan sighed, running a hand through his short brown hair.

"I don't know, Spence. I mean, can you see me on a fishing trip? Really?”

Spencer chuckled, his blue eyes twinkling with amusement.

He had very dark hair but pale eyes in contrast, just like his father when he was younger.

"Lighten up, bro! It'll be fun. My dad's a pretty cool guy once you get to know him. Plus, he's been dying to meet you. He's always asking me about my 'college buddy.' You know, the one who's always got his nose in a book? That's you."

Nathan raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

"Yeah, well, I'm not exactly the outdoorsy type. I don't think I've ever even held a fishing rod before."

Spencer waved a dismissive hand.

"Eh, neither did I before my dad taught me everything I know. He'll do the same for you. Besides, it's not all about fishing. There's hiking, campfires, and some of the best views you'll ever see. And trust me, the fresh air and a bit of nature won't kill you. We’ll have fun.”

Nathan sighed.

"Alright, alright. I'll go. But only because you won't shut up about it."

"That’s what I like to hear! You won't regret it, Nate. It'll be a blast."

“Boys! A little attention please!” Their professor scolded them.

They smiled and stopped chatting.

Nathan did not share the real reason why he was so reluctant to go to the fishing trip.

Anytime his best friend had showed him pictures of his father, he had felt weirdly drawn to the man. Like, sexually drawn to him.

Obviously, he would never act on these thoughts but it made the sole fact of meeting Mike Lewis super intimidating.

*

The sun was at its zenith by the time they arrived at the remoted lake a couple days later.

Nathan stepped out of the truck, the crisp air filling his lungs, grounding him in the moment.

He watched as Mike, with a surprising agility for his age, - he was nearing 50 but was damn strong and quick on his feet -, hefted all of their bags from the bed of the truck.

The man’s gray hair was scruffy, and his rugged looks carried a youthful and positive energy.

His arms, tanned and covered in a light smattering of salt and pepper hair, flexed with the effort.

"You okay, kid?" Mike asked, turning to Nathan with a smirk. "You look a little shell-shocked."

Nathan shook his head, snapping out of his daze.

"I’m not, sorry. Just...taking it all in."

He offered a shy smile, his eyes flicking briefly to Mike’s chest before he looked away. Those male tits were tempting as fuck.

The older man was wearing a flannel shirt but he had already unbuttoned it during the ride to the secluded area of the lake.  

Because Spencer wanted to have a nap, he went for the backseat and Nathan had found himself spending a couple hours sitting on the passenger seat next to Mike…

Meaning that he had an up-close and personal view of the construction worker’s tiny denim shorts, his hairy large thighs, his exposed chest and arms, as well as his prominent bulge… Yes, even through the jeans’ fabric.

A torture not to stare at!

Admittedly, Nathan did allow himself a few glances.

"Well, come on then, boys. Let's get the tents up for tonight so we're all settled in and then we'll go fishing."

Mike grunted as he dropped one of the bags onto the ground.

"Sounds good." Spencer chimed in, already halfway through rigging up his fishing pole.

Nathan watched as Mike went about the business of setting up camp, his movements efficient and practiced.

The college boys were asked to help, they gave a hand but the mature man knew what to do better than them and he liked being in charge anyway.

Mike Lewis was a pretty hands-on type of guy.

He practically set the two tents by himself.

Nathan was captivated by the way Mike’s bulky and somewhat furry body moved beneath his opened shirt, the play of muscles in his arms and back.

He could feel a strange heat building within him, a yearning he could not ignore – despite how hard he was trying.

As the afternoon wore on, they walked around the lake and they did catch a few fish, their laughter echoing through the woods.

Mike taught Nathan how to reel in a fish, his hands covering Nathan's as they guided the line in. It required some skills.

Nathan's heart pounded in his chest, the warmth of Mike's body close to his sending shivers down his spine.

Spencer seemed perfectly oblivious to his buddy’s inappropriate feelings.

He did not notice the brick forming in Nathan’s shorts.

The following evening, tired but happy, they sat around the campfire, the crackling wood casting dancing shadows on their faces.

Mike passed around a flask of whiskey, they were finally legal to drink, and they took swigs, the liquor burning down their throats.

Nathan felt a warmth spreading through him, loosening his inhibitions.

He had to stay focused though. He could not do anything that would betray his attraction to the silver fox.

All and all, the guys shared funny and scary anecdotes, talked about sports, and the evening was going well until Spencer had to run to throw up behind a bush.

"Son, what's up?" His father asked, concerned.

"Something wrong with that fish…” Spencer replied as he came back, clearly drunk.

"It seems more like you cannot handle the liquor!" Mike rolled his eyes. “Jesus Christ, son, if we cannot drink, we simply don’t. Haven’t I taught you anything?”

"Maybe I caught something...  Maybe I’m sick… I'm not feeling well."

"You’ll tell that to your mother! Fuck, Spence, grow up.”

“Sorry, dad.”

“Do you think we need to head back?"

"No... No, I'll be fine, I just need to lay down."

His face was all white before turning a weird shade of green.

It was sort of funny.

Nathan had already seen his door mate in this state so he was not worried.

Although, he was anxious about the next step. Normally Spencer would spend the whole night in the bathroom, emptying himself, but there was no toilet or bathtub in the woods.

“Are you okay, Nate?” Mike asked.

“I’m fine, sir.”

“See! It’s not that difficult to control yourself.”

Spencer made a face. He needed to puke, again…

“Please Spence, just get it all out before we go to bed.” Nathan intervened.

"Bro, I... Fuck... Maybe it will pass quickly..."

Mike groaned.

"Okay, son, just go lie down in the tent I was supposed to use. Nathan and I will use the other one together. You don't mind, Nate? We’re between men after all."

Nathan shook his head, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest.

"No, of course not." He managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper.

Spencer nodded.

“Yeah… That might be easier to… If I’m alone in one of the…” He outrageously burped. “God… I just need to… Okay, I’ll try to sleep.”

Mike helped his hammered son get to the tent he had put up earlier.  

The tents were tiny, meaning that the two men sleeping together would have to lie very close to each other.

Nathan felt himself getting sweaty. He had too many naughty thoughts polluting his brain and he tried to reason himself.

Sleeping with Spencer would have been all right; Weirdly, although Nathan had understood that he was gay a long time ago and was slowly coming to terms with it, he had never been attracted to his best friend and teammate.

Spencer was athletic, very attractive, but he was simply not his style.

For some reason, he had always preferred more mature men…

Mike checked on his son while Nathan went to wait for him in the tent.

They would be sharing a narrow mattress, barely able to fit two people on it.

Awkwardly, Nathan took off his jeans but he kept his tee shirt and boxer briefs on.

He lied down and smiled as he heard Spencer getting scolded by his dad for not handling the booze.

He shut his eyes, pulling the comforter over his body.

That would be fine, he did not have to make it weird.

A couple minutes later, Nathan could smell the whiskey and the woodsmoke on Mike's breath, the scent familiar and comforting.

The man was here, he was undressing in the tent. To which degree? He had not much clothes to take off to begin with… Would he be naked?

Nathan could not control his hard-on more than he could control his dirty thoughts.

He felt the heat radiating from Mike's body, the roughness of his hands as they brushed against Nathan's skin while he got on the mattress and pulled on the comforter toward him.

"You've been a big help today, Nate, you caught many fishes and your energy made the day so much better. It was very nice to have you with us…”

Nathan swallowed hard; his throat dry.

"It's...it's no problem, Mr. Lewis. Really. I loved it."

Mike chuckled, a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through Nathan's body.

"How have you just called me?”

"I… Sorry, I… I didn’t mean to offend you.”

"I’m Mike. Not Mr. Lewis. Not sir. Just Mike… Especially when we’re sleeping together.”

"Yeah… I… I guess, M-Mike." Nathan stammered, his heart pounding in his chest.

The construction worker leaned in closer, his breath hot on Nathan's pretty face.

"That's better. Now, how about you help me with something else?"

Nathan's brow furrowed, confused.

That could not be what he was imagining… No, what he was hoping for.

"What… What do you mean?"

Mike's hand reached up, cupping Nathan's cheek tenderly.

The vibe shifted.

His thumb brushed against Nathan's lips softly, leaving a trail of whiskey and smoke. Mike had been smoking cigars.

Nathan's breath hitched, and he could feel his body responding, his cock hardening even more in his tight briefs.

He was probably already dripping precum.

"I mean…" Mike continued, his voice dropping to a husky growl, "I owe you for today. And I think I've got just the way to settle things up."

Nathan's eyes widened, but he didn't pull away. In fact, he leaned into Mike's embrace.

He felt a surge of heat, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through his veins. He was in uncharted territory, but he didn't want to leave.

"What do you have in mind?" Nathan asked, playing the innocent card.

Mike's thumb traced the line of Nathan's sharp and smooth jaw, then his bottom lip again. He was so gentle… So sensual too.

"I think you know… I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me. I wasn’t born yesterday, boy, I can spot a man desiring me when I see one.”

Nathan swallowed hard.

Because he was fit and masculine, he could usually hide his attraction to other dudes.

He was looking the other way at the tent’s wall, doing anything he could to avoid crossing eyes with Mike who was getting closer and closer behind him.

What was he wearing exactly?

He did not reply anything but slightly, Nathan moved back so his ass would be smashed against Mike’s crotch.

He felt the hard cock twitching under a thin layer of fabric.

"You're a quick learner, Nate. I’ve noticed that this afternoon and here again, tonight, I like that."

His hand moved from Nathan's cheek, trailing down his neck.

“I’ve always been told that… I can… I can learn fast.”

"Good boy… Just to be sure we're on the same page though, let me spell it out for you."

Mike's hand continued its descent, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin of Nathan's chest underneath this tee shirt. He brushed against the college kid’s sensitive nipples.

He then peeled off his tee-shirt entirely.

“What… What are you doing?”

"What does it look like I'm doing, Nathan?" Mike growled, his voice low and husky. "I’m feeling you. And you're fucking hard for it."

Nathan gasped as Mike's hand moved lower, groping his cock through his briefs.

He could feel the heat of Mike's palm, the roughness of his calloused fingers. He was so hard it hurt, his cock straining against the underwear, desperate for release.

"Fuck…" Nathan breathed, his hips bucking involuntarily as Mike began to rub him through the fabric. "I... I don't know how to do this."

"Bullshit. You’ve been teasing me all day.”

The frictions, - Nathan rubbing his ass against Mike’s bulge, and Mike stroking him through his underwear -, were sending electric waves of pleasure through their respective bodies.

“What about… What about Spencer?”

“What Spencer doesn’t know cannot hurt him… Besides, we’re just two men having fun.”

“You’re… You’re married.” Nathan insisted.

“Yeah, I’ve been fucking the same woman for nearly thirty years… How do you think men stay married for so long? Sometimes, we have to help each other out, between buddies, to make sure we’re not cheating on our wives.”

“So, this… This is not cheating?”

Mike invaded Nathan’s briefs with his warm hand.

He grabbed his cock bare.

“Ahh…”

“Of course, not. Two men fucking cannot mean anything! It’s just casual fun.”

Fucking.

He had said the word…

This was the direction they were taking then…

Nathan was trembling slightly, but he turned around to face the man who was driving him crazy.

He could not hide his arousal anymore.

“I’ve been hard, just looking at you, all day.” Nathan confessed.

He could see the lust in Mike’s eyes as they roamed over his barely naked body.

The tent was filled with their ragged breaths, the scent of their horniness thick in the air.

“Fuck, Nate.” Mike groaned. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.”

“Am I?”

“A damn prince.” He smiled “You want this, don’t you, boy?”

Nathan nodded, unable to form words, his breath coming in shallow gasps.

Mike’s pale blue eyes were intense, locked onto Nathan’s as he leaned in, his lips brushing against Nathan’s in a soft, teasing kiss.

Nathan moaned as Mike’s tongue slipped into his mouth, tasting of whiskey.

He could feel Mike’s hard cock still trapped under some kind of loose underwear pressing against his thigh, the heat and the promise of it sending shivers down his spine.

Mike grabbed a handful of Nathan’s brown hair, tilted his head back, and deepened the kiss.

That was sloppy and that was hot.

Mike broke the kiss; he licked his partner’s cheek like a damn vampire.  

“Wow, Nate, you taste good.”

He trailed his lips down Nathan’s neck, his stubble rough against the student’s skin.

Nathan gasped, his body arching off the mattress as Mike’s mouth found his nipple, sucking and biting gently.

Until then, Nathan’s sexual experiences were limited to boring straight sex he was not meant to enjoy, and some hand jobs in the restrooms of a gay club once he had travelled abroad.

This was completely different.

Mike’s hand moved down, following Nathan’s abs, down to the waistband of his briefs.

He hooked his fingers into the fabric and pulled, finally tearing the flimsy material from Nathan’s smooth body.

Nathan’s cock sprang free, hard and aching. Mike looked up at him, a wicked smile on his face.

“You’re so hard for me, boy!” He growled, wrapping his hand around Nathan’s length.

Mike began to stroke him, his grip firm and sure.

“Mike…” Nathan moaned. “Shit, that feels… Wow… So good.”

“Good? You want me to show you how good it can feel, boy?”

Nathan nodded.

“Yes, please. Show me.”

There was a loud and heavy snore coming from the tent next to them. Spencer had apparently just fallen asleep.

Mike’s smile widened, and he leaned in, his lips capturing Nathan’s in another searing kiss.

He kept on jerking him off with one hand, the other was used to guide the apprentice’s fingers towards his own throbbing cock.

They were more intertwined now, their legs crossed over each other, their chest glued as they made out.

Mike pulled down his underwear getting stark naked as well.

The camp became a nudist one!

He pushed the college boy down onto the mattress, his weight pinning Nathan beneath him.

Nathan could feel the warmth of Mike’s nude body, the roughness of his chest hair against his own smooth skin.

Mike’s cock was hard and insistent against Nathan’s thigh, bare, it felt like a monster ready to attack.

Nathan wrapped his legs around Mike’s hips, pulling him closer, grinding against him. Mike groaned, the sound vibrating through Nathan’s core.

"Fuck, you're so eager, aren't you?" He muttered.

Nathan couldn’t respond, he was too much in a daze as Mike's expert hands continued to work him. On top of it, he could feel every vein in Mike's boner against his flesh, and he ached to feel it inside him.

“Please… Please make me yours…”

Mike chuckled, a dark, husky sound that made Nathan’s cock twitch.

The college kid was bathing in lust.

“You want me to fuck you, don’t you, boy?” He whispered in his ear. “You want me to bury my fat cock so deep inside you, you’ll feel it coming out in your fucking throat.”

Nathan whimpered.

It was the dirtiest talk he had ever heard.

“Yes.” He gasped. “God yes, I want that.”

Mike ground his cock against Nathan’s thigh, the friction sending them both to the edge.

“Christ, you’re so tight.” Mike said, taking a good look at Nathan’s asshole. “We’re gonna have so much fun!”

Definitely, the night was only getting started.

[See you next week for the second and last part.]