On the way out, my son told his friend Lee why it’s called “Oxbow Landing.” He brought up the map on his laptop, “See, the river meanders here, but once it got going, the outside flows faster than the inside, and that made it bow out even farther, while slow current dropped off silt here on the inside. That’s where the landing came from.”
It was late, after work and school, but I just unhitched the boat, and dropped the jacks to drive out from under the slide-in camper. I didn’t bother putting the boat in the water, and anchoring it so it didn’t float off, just set up the table between the benches in the booth, climbed up over the cab, and fell asleep.
Not for long, I heard the door open, and close, then got up, because I had to take a leak. Checking the time, it wasn’t even midnight yet, but I didn’t want to piss in the kitchen sink. I told them to make sure they locked up the truck, including the back window, but when I came out in my PJs, they were climbing over the tailgate, and Lee was already leaning into the back window.
“Yeah,” it filled with a blue glow, “It’s all charged up,” he started backing out, but my sun laughed, and pushed him back with his hips, it looked like. I just shook my head, and went around back, he didn’t call Lee “Fag, or anything, just laughed loud enough to hear them around the corner. Underneath the overhang from the cab, I just dumped out my boot, shook it off, and pulled my fly out to let is slip back in.
“I found a real good one.” Lee brought his computer, I assumed because my son hadn’t told him that wasn’t the point. We like to come out here to get away from it all, the phone calls, and messages. Nowadays the online world invades the real world, and we spend so much time looking at screens. People don’t talk to each other no more.
“Bear, and Hunk public fuck. So, what’s with you, and fat guys, again?”
“Well, you know.”
“Yeah, I just love to hear you say it.”
“It’s not fat guys, it’s bears. Big soft cuddly hairy daddy bears.” They were leaned back in the bed of the truck, their faces lit up from the action, and I even caught the reflection of flesh toned shapes moving around in the back window. “Huh, with big fat hairy cocks like this.”
“Uh huh?” My son nodded, but he had put on a lot of weight, since he quit the wrestling team, and I stopped asking him about it, when we had 1 little fight.
“So? Like you’re one to talk.” He pointed out my gut.
“Well, I’m middle aged, and if you let your metabolism crash before your mid twenties.”
“Huh!” Lee turned around, and bent over, with my son’s hand on his head.
“Here, why don’t you get up.” He stood up, with his pants down, and his pale muscular butt shining in the moonlight.
All right, now I never really had a problem with the gays, and I even asked my boy, “Why can’t you be more like that Lee?” Or his uncle, my brother, and Junior took after him for a while. Only wrestling instead of being a soccer jock, but I can’t help but remember his first boyfriend.
Hugh, or “Huge.” He wasn’t huge, but you know. With a name like Hugh, especially in middle school. Even if you don’t have anything to tease them about. They’ll make something up, but he even gave me my first blowjob, and he wasn’t any good at it, but he said he wanted to practice, so he did a good job for my brother. His boyfriend.
“Huh! Uh, don’t swalwrn! Ngh!”
Well, that was quick. He had his arms up, on the side. Leaned back like a hot tub, sitting on the wheel well while Lee sucked him off, and then he sat up. Wiping his mouth, and licking his fingers, but without the laptop screen lit, all I had was the moonlight.
“Ben ower.” He tried, with a mouthful, of my son’s load, and I stepped back in the shadow. My dick in my hand when Lee turned, and looked right at me. I think I saw his teeth glint, a little, but I couldn’t be sure. Then, he bent over, and my son grunted.
“Uh,fuck it in my but, huh!” Talking dirty.
“Spwlgk!” A disgustingly wet sound, but before I ducked back again, I saw a glistening trail, handing off Lee’s tongue, he pulled it off with his fingers, and wiped them up my son’s crack, then another grunt. “Uh! Huh, fuck. Uhhhn!” He moaned. “Yeah, uh, uh!”
“Hhuh!” I’d already been spotted, so I pulled my pajama top out, over my throbbing rock on, and carefully went around back. So the door latch didn’t clack too loud, but by then, Lee was really giving it to him. Standing up, bent over the cab, and yanking his shoulders to spank him, with his tight muscular buttocks clenching, and flexing with each thrust.
“Uhn nuh! Ah AhH! AHH!”
“Hhuh! Uh!” I just put my arm up, and pulled out the door to the OHC. For something to hold onto. My arm up under my gut, and remembering what Lee said about big cuddle hairy bears, with fat cocks. “Uh!” Slapping the cabinet with my thighs, and flashing back and forth.
Between him, pounding my son.
“Un Un Un!”
And Hugh’s ass. Hugh huge ass, and how disgusted I was at the thought of my brother, well, doing anything with him. Because I was the jock, and yeah. I was flattered, even a little proud of myself when Hugh came to me first.
“NGAH! Ah. Hahhhh!”
I leaned over, and peeked through the kitchen curtains.
“Huh!” Lee bent over, and wiped his forehead. “Hahl!” His tongue out, and swirling around the mess he’d left on my son’s back.
“HhuhH!” I wasn’t even touching it, but then my cock sprang up, my balls pulling tight, and spurting, all over the front of the cabinet. “Ugh, fugh!” I managed to get my cock up on the cold lip of the tiny stainless sink, but I practically crushed my balls together, until one rolled in between my thighs. “Oh, Hugh! Uh, fuck, Hugh! Ah. Huh! Yeah.”
I haven’t shot a wad like that in. Well, my wife, she’s been a little cranky, and disinterested lately. I guess I didn’t keep track, but I couldn’t even remember the last time I whacked off. Then, i heard them thumping around in the truck bed. Peeking, I pulled a dish-rag off the bar under the OHC, and quickly mopped up what I could see, but barely even any moonlight came in, and Lee just dropped his laptop on the seat. Junior was already climbing over the tailgate, and I had barely enough time to step up on the bench seat. Reach across the gap to the kitchen counter, then get my knee up to crawl back into bed. Roll over with the blanket, right before I saw their heads, shadowed on the curtains across the window in the door.
“Huh!” I just closed my eyes, and tried to breath like I would if I was still asleep. Instead of panting, out of breath, with the fresh orgasm still tingling all over my.
‘good night.’ They whispered, crawling back in bed, and cuddling up together. Kissing with Lee’s head pillowed on my son’s arm. His long skinny muscular one across his chest, the kissed quietly, and I let my cracked eyes slip shut…
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In the morning, I just busied myself with getting the boat in the water, with the boy’s help, and the hooks baited before the sun started coming up. Explaining that the fish are most active when it starts getting light, and the boys sat across from each other. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think I imagined the whole thing, or just had a sick homo-erotic dream, if I didn’t wake up to the rough dishtowel under the covers with me. Where I hid it, after cleaning up after jacking off, remembering my brother’s boyfriend Hugh, and listening to my son get plowed by his boyfriend, Lee.
So then, I dropped the boys off, on the landing to take the first catch in, and he sent lee out with the gut-bags, while Junior fried up breakfast in the kitchen. I don’t know if they made out, and played grabass in there, but Lee came out far too quick for them to be doing it, all the way.
I shook my head, realizing that I just regressed to the childish euphemisms of my day, when we didn’t even talk about homos, except to make fun of them, tell dirty jokes, or accuse each other of looking at our cocks. In the UB line. That’s short for Urine Break, but everyone snuck peeks out either corner of their eyes.
Just to see who had hair on their balls yet, or wasn’t circumcised, so they had to pinch out the head to hold the skin back, and let a stream of piss glisten in the sun shining through the trees until it broke up into droplest.
“Huh.” I got another bite, and took my shirt off, but Lee kept running back, and forth. Bringing me a thermos of coffee with a fresh fillet, and eggs. Breadded with cornmeal, but I always took my shirt off. For gutting in the boat, with a piece of tarp across my lap, so I didn’t have fish blood, and guts all over it to stink on the drive back.
Sure enough, Lee tried to look at my hairy gut, out of the corner of his eyes, but now that I knew to look for it. By the time the water warmed up, and the fish got lazy. I was just drowning bait, so I stopped trolling up against the current, and dropped anchor to take a swim, and wash off. The cold water helped, shrink everything up, but Lee took off his shirt too.
He looked so young, and tanned, except for the line around his shorts. Hanging down heavily, so I could even see the top of his but crack when he walked back out to the beach. I just stayed in the water, up to my neck, and beat off to give the fish something to feed on, so my arm didn’t splash around, with my lazy shaking.
Holding up, my gut, and rubbing it. Feeling it, and imagine Lee’s hands on my son. Reaching around to grip it, and stroke it, pounding his ass from behind, and wondering if he was circumcised. I knew that some guys like fat, and others like lean. What “Bears” means, and even learning the word “Twinks” from a misguided porn search.
I typed in Bisexual Teens, hoping to see 2 girls, at least. A threesome, but an mff, with lean shaved bodies, perky little tits, and suchlike. Normal heterosexual man porn, but I didn’t notice it switched to the Gay site. Turns out that when you type in Bisexual, it goes right to gay. Bisexual teens means Twinks, maybe with a daddy if you’re lucky, but as long as there was a hot little number.
18, or 19 at the oldest, of course. Not a little little girl, like either of my daughters, or even their friends, but I always considered myself an open minded guy.
I never felt that attractive though. Like a bear, a big fat cuddly hairy bear, but Lee saying that kept repeating in my head all morning, every time he looked at me, and tried to hide it, but he liked what he saw, and I felt more than just a little flattered. I felt sexy, and almost a girly thrill of a hot guy, being attracted to me, like I never even imagined.
Yeah, I heard the girls talk, when I probably shouldn’t have been listening, and felt a little guilty about it later, but Isn’t he cute? No, he’s definitely hot, but you think he’s cute? I don’t know, one of us, but which one do you think he likes? Girlish giggles, and waiting for him to make his move. Come over to ask her out, but I swore to myself, I wouldn’t take advantage.
Besides, I was pretty sure Lee was the Top. Junior the bottom, so if anybody is going to make a move. Not only would it be creepy, and inappropriate for a middle age man to make a pass at his son’s teenage hunk of an underage twink.
I just kept circling back, like a trout spotting a nightcrawler, bobbing in the current, and swimming around to come back. Oblivious to the hook. The jailbait, he’s 15 FFS, and let’s just say that I’m a bit more than the 5 years older that it takes to make a legal exception. For statutory rape, and even if I wanted to force him.
“We better head back.” I just decided to distract myself, by pulling in the boat, andwinching it back up on the trailer. Jacking up the camper so it could slide in. The boys went around the other side, to climb up the bank, and dive in. Lee first, followed by Junior. “CANNONBALL!” Big splash, lots of laughs, then they swam back over, and pulled towels.
Shucked out of their trunks, so I got a good look at Lee’s shriveled junk, and pubes by the light of day, but I just cranked up the tongue, so I could hook up the ball, and drop it on. Dog it down, while they put some clothes on, and. basically got ready to drive back into town.
It was a quiet drive, but this time Lee got in the middle. My son right there, his arm up out the window, cupping he air going by. The sticks between Lees legs, and his knees right there. The tips of his thigh muscles, and the light brown hairs on his legs were a distraction. Junior opened up the back window, they intentionally left unlatched.
Not like there were gangs of thieves, maybe pirates on river boats, trolling for campsited to rub for laptops. Laptops with gay porn. Hunks, and bears sucking and fucking. Butt fucking, and slurping up cum off their backs, to spit in their butt cracks, and finger them roughly to loosen up for a big fat cock.
I feel like I wasted a lot of time. Decades, and yeah I’m married. The woman would never go for it, so I would have had to cheat on her to cruise gay bars. Tea rooms until I found a glory hole, or called one of the numbers on the gas station men’s room walls under For A Good Time, Call Bruce:
“Huh!” Maybe I should do that. After I drop off the boat, and the camper. So they can get out the hose, and the bucket of sugs. The bone shaped sponges, and the chamoises to towel it dry. In short cut-off shorts, like panties, so short their balls are practically slipping out the sides of the crotch, pulled to a thread, and their butt cheeks peeking out the back, jiggling while the hose each other down, and rub each other’ bodies with the sponges, so the suds drip down like the jizz running down their legs from their fresh fucked asses.
They didn’t do that. Instead, Lee ran up. Called me “Uncle Chuck,” and asked for a ride home. Smiling, and looking me over, when he caught my eyes running down his tight shirt, tucked into his too tight jeans, and the holes ripped out of the knees so i could see them sticking out, tanned, and hairy.
“Uh, yeah. Cumon.” I stuck in, “Taking the van, hon.”
“Can you take the list, too?” I leaned around to see the shopping pad, and tore the top sheet off of the spiral.
“Yeah, this might take a while, and a few stops to get everything, at a good price.”
“Mhm?” Fish hit the oil with a sizzle.
“I’m going to swing by the farmer’s market, and see what they got.”
I’m nervous, and making excuses. So she’s not suspicious of me, being out so long. I didn’t even tell her I’m taking lee home, but with the truck still getting hosed out. My son waving, his knees right by where he was bent over, just last night.
“You enjoy the show?” Lee let his voice slip up.
“Huh, yeah. I did.”
“I thought so, when I saw your load float up, when you jacked off in the river this morning.”
“Huh, yeah.”
He looked around, and bit his lip. Leaning over, and pulling my shirt out. “Huh, I love Chuck. I don’t want you to think that. Mhn!” He shook his head, and rubbed my gut. Licking his lips.
“When I heard that you liked bears.”
“Huh, yeah.” He leaned down, and planted a kiss. Right on top, his fingertip pressing into my navel, and swirling around. “when i saw your hairy bare belly.” He licked it, “Uhn, I just knew that I had to have you.” He looked up. “Just once. Okay? I don’t want to hurt Chuck, so you have to promise me we’ll never do this again.”
“I’m not gonna do anything, but.” I just put it in park, and turned the keys off. It was all i could do not to plow into the back of a car, parked on the street, but I manage to get around the corner to a dead end. A dirt road that went back just far enough to hide under the trees. “Whatever you tell me, I’ll do.”
“You ever been fucked up the ass?”
“Huh!” I just let my head fall back, against the head rest, and closed my eyes. Shook my head.
“Whatever I want to do to you, right Daddy?”
“Uh!” I held my lips. Wanting to tell him not to call me that, but just the word. the name Daddy. i remembered how Junior looked in middle school. When he made the wrestling team, and he was still lean. Skinny, before he really started putting on muscle, but of course he must have gotten into it for a chance to roll around on the mat with other boys.
Until he met Lee, he must have tried to get the body he always wanted, to fuck him. Then he got the body that Lee wanted to fuck.
“Say it. Tell me what you want, Daddy.”
“Uh, I want you to fuck me, with my own cum. Just like last night.”
“Get up. Bring your fat ass over here, and.” He pulled the lever to tip the seat back. “Drop your pants. Ooh!” I couldn’t wait. “You’re uncut.”
I pulled the foreskin back out, until it almost covered the head. “You like it?”
“I always wanted a guy with a foreskin.” He looked up, “How come you got Chuck circumcised?”
“I didn’t, they just did it at the hospital. The said it was routine, and I was pissed, but it was too late to stop them.”
“Huh!” He rolled his eyes, girlishly. “Well, too bad, but you can make up for it. Careful not to sit down, hold yourself up if you can.” But he pulled at my thighs, then held me up by the buttocks. He surprised me by starting at my balls, and batting it back and forth with his nose. “Mhn!” He licked my scrotum, and swirled his tongue around, to curl up my pubic hair, then kissed them one by one. “I love your sweaty balls.”
“You got a dirty mouth, son. Why don’t you see what you can do, with a dick in your mouth.”
“Oomph!” I told myself that I’d follow his lead, let him top me, because I’ve never been topped, but damnit, I’m just not a bottom, all right? Live, and learn, but He took it down his throat like a champ. “RLGH! Agh ugk! Ugh guck gug! Kah!” He grinned, and spat. “PTooh! Let me lick out your foreskin. Oomwoolool!”
“Uh, fuck! Huh!” I never been sucked like that before. Not Hugh, nor any of the girls I’d been with, let alone my wife who never really cared for it, but he was a “Good little cocksucker. Yeah.”
“Sptooh? He turned. “NhHhuh!’ Shook his head, and swung it back and forth to smear it all over his face. “Too bad you don’t have a good little cock. Oomwalahl! Oolooloowalawh!”
“Huh, fuck! Suck it, suck that big fat cock, suck the jizz right out of my nuts for something to fuck me with uh! Huh, hrh! Ihn!” I wanted to tell him here it cums, but all it took was his talented tongue. Swirling around in my foreskin, and he stopped, to just hold the tip pointed under it. So it spat out on his tongue, but he let go of my ass. Yeached up behind his head to hold it up, while I held onto the oh shit handle over the sliding door, to keep from falling out of the seat. “Uhhhn! Ahhh, fuch. Huhhhh! Yeah.” Finally, ti stopped spurting, and I hunched. “Huh!”
It slipped out of his lips with a “Swuip!” and left a wet smear down his chin, but he smiled, and wiped it up. Kissing his fingers, while I chain’gang hobbled between the seats. to the middle row, so I could bend over, with my pants around my knees, and feel his hands on my ass. My big fat hairy virgin ass, then I heard it.
“Spwlgk!”
“Uhn!” Felt the hot slimy blob run down my ass crack, and his fingers swipe up from my balls, across the taint, and hold it right up against my pucker. “Huh, yeah FUGH! AH!”
“Huh, relax.”
“IHN!” I squeaked, like a little girl, having her cherry popped by a big football jock. “NHM!” I bit my lip, then scooched up to grip the back of the seat. Biting the edge so i didn’t bite my tongue, or through both lips, but I was just lost in sick gay painful anal pleasure. “RGH!” My teeth snapped together when i shook my head, trying to tear the seat open by the seam like a rat’s neck. Like a dog, bent over like a bitch. “Augh auh!”
“Got, you loosened up quick.”
“Uh, fuck me now, Hugh. INGH!” My ass slammed shut, from his fingers slipping out, than one last swipe up my ass, before his dickhead pressed my balls out of the way. Following his fingers, up, and pressing into my hungry asshole, I just opened my mouth as wide as I could, trying to get the whole seat in my mouth, and biting down hard. “RHHH!” Growling, and shaking my head. Wanting to egg him on, demand it harder, faster, repeating all the dirty thing he wanted to hear from my son’s mouth last night, but barely able to sniff in a breath through my nose before it’s forced out through my teeth, puffing out my cheeks, and I can taste the vinyl. “Phuph, snh! Phuph! SNHhH! Phuph, mrh! SnH! Phusnhphush sniphufF!”
“Hhuh!” She cought his breath, and his chin dug into my shoulder. “HhuhHhuh!”
“Uh!” I started shaking, as it it was my balls, blowing a wad, deep inside my own bowels. “Phuh! Fuck, huh! Uhn!”
“Huh!’ He slipped out, with a blob that pinched off from my pucker slamming shut, right after, and clung to my ballsack, before running down between my thighs. “Ngh!” I managed to
swallow, and hold my breath when the shit smell hit me. “Nguh!” I gagged and made the mistake of breathing in. “Ugh hrulgh! Grlghuh! Kaugh! Spt!” I backed away from the seatfull of slightly used fish chunks. “Hralghghghgh! Kugh! Huh! “Sorry.”
“It’s all right,” he just felt my back. “It happens sometimes.’ He even kissed my shoulder, and held me, until I stopped dry heaving. Pulled up my pants, and even zipped the zipper, so he could open the side doors, and let some fresh air in.
“Huh!” I just fell down, and crawled away to the bushes.
“We better go hit the car wash, and hose this out, before you drop me off.”
“Yeah, that happen a lot?”
“Huh!” He rolled his eyes, and held out a cigarette. With his fingers curled up, and his wrist bent out limply. “I guess.” He looked at the tip, and flicked off some ash.
“Huh, you think I could have a drag off of that?”
“Uh!’ He scoffed, and handed it to me. Pulling a shiny cigarette case out of his pocket for another one. “Keep it.”
I guess the smoke helped kill the taste in my mouth, so I blew it out my nose, to kill the smell too.
“No, I just said that, to be polite, but honestly, I’m a little insulted.”
“Well, I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help it.”
“If you hadn’t already agreed to let me screw you already.” He shook his head, and wandered off. “I’m going to take a leak. A lOone!” He practically sang. “Don’t follow me.”
“Huh, okay, yeah.”
I never even tried smoking before, but I guess, it was better to cough than puke again. It was so humiliating, but I also felt so guilty. I guess I deserved it.
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