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Fishing
   By Romany
   (M/b)
   John Mellars sat back against the tree and surveyed the scene.  The lake
was idyllic and the sun shining through the trees made him feel warm and
relaxed.  He looked off to his left where Allan had gone and wondered how
far the ornery little prick had gone with his fishing pole.  He'd been
dating the kid's mother for about six months now and could not get through
to the kid, who'd had been standoffish and recently downright obnoxious.
   "I suppose he doesn't like the fact I'm doing his mother," John had said
to Allan's mother Lizzie as he gently held her in bed.
   She had cringed at John's crude summation, but pondered the sentiment he
was espousing.
   "You're right," she had said trying not to let John's language annoy
her. "He misses Rob terribly.  And you're never going to be Rob.  But why
can't he accept I have to have a life to?" she said trying to reason to
herself she was right to feel this way about John.
   So John took the twelve year old fishing.  It's what his late father
used to do.  The two often came to this lake, and according to Lizzie,
never failed to return home with a trout or bass for the table.  The thing
was, John wasn't an angler.  It became obvious to Allan and the kid seemed
to get pissed off as John struggled to use the old cane fly rod that was
the boy's father's pride and joy.  The kid was disgusted that John could be
so inept that he sternly took the fly rod from John and set him up with a
spinner for the smaller fiberglass rod they had brought with them.  Allan
had stalked off along the lake to near where a small stream served as the
only outlet to the small body of water.
   John rubbed his crotch in his shorts and detected he was half hard for
some reason.  Perhaps it was the sun shining hard on his crotch as he sat
against the tree that made him semi erect.  His fishing pole propped up
with stones down at the lakes edge.  Fishing was a stupid pastime according
to John.  But he'd gone along with the suggestion in deference to Lizzie's
wishes she and Allan find some common ground.  The gentle tug at his crotch
made John feel somewhat languid and relaxed and his erection grew even
firmer.  There was also a hint his bladder needed emptied.  Reluctantly he
stood and wandered back a few paces and pulled his cock from his cargo
shorts and looked at it with a grin.  It was thick and semi hard now.  Best
drain his bladder and then he might just have a little play and relieve
some of the tension the kid's ornery behavior had caused.  He started to
pee and stood idly watching the stream, smelling the odor as the warm amber
piss splashed off the tree he was aiming at and he had to move back to
avoid his sneakers being wet.  As the stream slowed and dwindled, he began
milking the last few drops and then allowed the milking action to turn into
a nice languid jack off.  His hand moving to a rhythm he had learned since
before puberty.  As he was engrossed in the feel-good action he heard a
noise behind him.  A twig snapping or some such.  He turned quickly and saw
Allan standing about two feet away holding his fishing rod and a small
tackle box he always seemed to have near him.
   John was deeply embarrassed.  The kid had caught him jacking off.  Allan
would see John's elbow moving rhythmically and know exactly what he was
doing.  John made to quickly put the hard cock away, which was going to be
kind of difficult to do in a hurry.  As he kept his back turned and tried
to jam the unruly cock into his shorts, Allan appeared at his elbow and
looked down at the cock.
   "God that's big," Allan said almost in a whisper.
   John froze, nonplussed at the kid seemingly being impressed with his
dick.  Allan certainly didn't seem embarrassed by John's actions.  John
stopped trying to get more buttons open to make his flies bigger to get the
enlarged organ back in, and stood somewhat dumbfounded at the kid's
reaction.  Seeing John had stopped trying to hide the cock, Allan glanced
up at John as if seeking permission, and then he reached for the man's
erection.
   "Holy shit," John breathed as he felt the preteen's hand wrap around his
cock.
   Allan dropped to one knee and began to play with John's cock.  Gently
pushing John's hands away so he had better access to the whole length.  For
two or three minutes, John stood in awe of Allan playing with his cock. 
The kid occasionally looking up to smile appreciatively at John letting him
jack his cock.  John absent mindedly touched the boy's head and then his
eyes opened wider as Allan looked up, smiled, and then leaned forward and
took the cock in his mouth.  He had misinterpreted John's touch of his head
as an instruction to suck the cock.
   "Holy Mother of God," John breathed to himself.
   Allan proceeded to give John a glorious blow job.  And seemingly expert
hand and mouth action, John couldn't resist the boy's skill and soon he
grabbed the kid's head properly and began shoving his hips urgently.  The
boy realized the man was about to come and dropped to both knees and griped
the cock tightly.  John came hard.  Allan clung to the cock with his mouth
clamped over it and took every drop John spewed into his mouth.  The cum
eventually hanging from the underside of John's cock as it was pulled from
the boy's mouth.  As Allan eventually let the cock come clear of his mouth,
a long ribbon of cum and stretched between cock and lips and Allan broke it
with a hand and wiped his mouth and lips of the excess semen that had
flooded back.  He wrapped hand around the cock and smiling up at John he
jacked the cock so he effectively wiped the semen off the shaft.  He then
took the head briefly into his mouth to wash it clean of semen with his
saliva.  John eventually stepped back from the kneeling boy and watched as
the kid worked his tired jaw and wiped his mouth of cum.  John put his cock
away and stood looking in amazement at the kid.  This clearly was not a
first time for Allan.  All his mannerisms and actions were learned and
performed with a high degree of accuracy and dexterity.
   "This is fishing?" John said with a light chuckle.
   "Yep...dad and I loved fishing," the boy said without thinking and then
looked at John and his face went scarlet he had revealed a secret.
   "Son of a gun," John said quietly and stared at the boy.  "You...and
your father?"
   Allan blushed and looked awkwardly at John.
   "Brings a whole new meaning to the words rod...or pole," John said still
grinning at the boy.
   John was no pedo and certainly not into boys, or men.  But he couldn't
deny Allan had given him a glorious release.
   "What else did you do?" John asked with a disbelieving chuckle.
   "Rest awhile and I can show you," the boy said evenly; relieved John
hadn't smacked him back when he had approached the cock.
   ***
   They rested.  Allan showed him.  With little or know interest in
fishing, Allan took a plastic bottle from the tackle box as John lay
against a tree back from the lakes edge.  The sun was sinking lower in the
late afternoon and there were more shadows than sunlight on the water.
   "What's that?" John asked and Allan handed him the small bottle.
   "It's a oil to wet the tracer on the line," Allan said.  "The oil helps
the tracer float on the water.  We also put a little on the fly itself," he
explained.
   John nodded his understanding.  Allen took the bottle and unscrewed the
cap and poured a small globule onto his finger tips and then rubbed the two
together.
   "Only it's not fly oil," he said with a grin, and held his finger to
John to feel the liquid.
   John touch a fingertip to Allan's and raised his eyebrows when he felt
how slippery they were.  He narrowed his eyes and looked questioningly at
the boy.
   "Lube?" he asked simply.
   Allan nodded with a grin.
   "Dad put some in the bottle so mom would never suspect," he said with a
grin and rubbed the fingers together.
   "Holy shit," John exclaimed, still nonplussed at what he had learned.
   There was no orneriness about Allan was now.  The breakthrough was
letting the kid suck his piece.  Not something he could crow to Lizzie
about as an advancement in the relationship between man and boy.
   "If you're rested..." the boy said with a sly grin, and stood up and
dropped his shorts.
   John glanced around the immediate vicinity as if they might be other
anglers coming out for late afternoon fishing.  According to Allan, that's
when the fish were often on the rise.
   Allan had walked into the trees and he was standing in front of a large
beech tree, pulling his underpants down.
   "Bring the bottle," he called to John.
   John was taken aback at how casual the boy seemed.  But he took the
bottle and walked after the boy, stopping behind him.  John's cock was
already rock hard as the entire scene already played out had been almost
too much to take in.
   Noting John was fully erect Allan stood and turned to face the tree. 
Placing his hands against the trunk, he leaned forward.
   "Grease it with the lube.  Push it in as far as you can go," Allan said
wriggling his small butt at John.
   The bemused man obliged by pouring the viscous lube onto his fingertips.
He hesitated as his fingers loitered near the kids pucker.  John had had
ass play with sex partners before.  Never with a man, let alone a boy.  And
he had also had anal sex a number of times, so he was not a complete
stranger to it.  He slid the fingers around the area of the pucker and
gently eased a tip of one finger in.  Allan moaned.  As John gently lubed
the boy, Allan continually moaned and seemed to enjoy the fingers going
deeper inside of his rectum.  Eventually he reached back and John looked in
astonishment as the boy tested how slippery he was with a finger of his
own.
   With a simple "ready" Allan pulled his butt cheeks apart and stooped
over ready.
   "Lube your cock," he said looking back at John standing watching him in
amazement.
   John did as the boy asked and greased his cock with the lube.  Once he
was slippery enough, he replaced the cap on the bottle and dropped it near
his feet.  Moving forward, he stopped as he touched his cock head to the
valley around the boy's pucker.  He knew enough to take it slowly.  He
moved the cock head around and saw the lube on his cock and the boy's
butthole merge and smear as he noodled around the light brown pucker. 
Slowly easing forward and pushing the cock down harder with his hand, the
boy's ass began to yield to the pressure of the blunt head.  Once the head
engaged the sphincter, Allan started to hold his breath and strain his
pelvic floor muscles as he'd been taught; to push and not clench as the
cock slowly breached his sphincter.  Exhaling and then breathing in slowly
as the cock went deeper.  He had learned to breathe to relax.  His father's
cock had driven into him since he was barely ten.  He took John without any
serious pain.  Just the usual feeling of fullness and a hint of discomfort
when first penetrated.  Accustomed to the man's cock having breached the
sphincter Allan sighed in anticipation at what was to come.  The boy dug
being fucked.  John wasn't to know just how well the boy's late father had
taught the boy.  Allan was groaning in a mixture of pain and discomfort;
his face a picture of bliss, punctuated with frequent grimaces when John
moved and the cock tended to twist the boys pucker.  John was not as long
as his dad but thicker and Allan's sphincter was stretched tight around the
shaft.  John took the boy's hips and steadied himself as he fucked the kid
slowly.  A look of pure lust on his face as the feeling of heat and
tightness from the boy's ass felt like nothing he had ever encountered
before.
   As John got closer to cumming, he became more vocal.  The sensation of
the boy's tight butt hole was excruciatingly wonderful and he started to
vocalize his enjoyment.  Almost on cue, Allan began to match John's grunts
and groans.  The boy getting into the man's rising pleasure.  When John
finally started coming, Allan began moaning and groaning; his noises
empathetic to John's ejaculation and pleasure.  John wrapped his arms under
the boy's midriff and almost lifted him off the ground as he rutted deep
into the anus as he came hard in the boy's bowel; gasping and grunting in
joy at the intensity of his release.
   John pulled out and Allan's ass made a light spluttering farting noise
and semen started to drip from the boy.  He parted his legs and stood up
and put his hand under him and felt the semen leaking from his butt.  He
showed John the smears of cum on his fingers as John stood holding his
still hard cock.
   "You left heaps," the boy said with a grin.
   John didn't answer but simply took the boy's head and pulled him gently
to indicate to Allan to bend over and suck the cock.  The boy eagerly
obliged; his hands on John's hips as John pushed the cock around in the
boy's mouth and occasionally slapped it against Allan's cheeks.  Eventually
the thrill had subsided in John and he pulled away and started to put his
slowly deflating cock back in his shorts.  Allan noted the sex was over for
now, and pulled his pants up enough to fish in his pocket and produced a
handkerchief.  He gently dabbed his ass; and satisfied the wet sticky
feeling was dried away, put the handkerchief back in his pocket and pulled
his shorts up.  When he had tidied his shorts, he stooped and picked up the
bottle of lube John had dropped.
   "Do you want to stay until dusk or leave soon?" Allan asked as if
nothing untoward had happened.
   John looked at his watch.  It was after four thirty and the sun had gone
off the lake.  Soon it would get cool and he decided he'd had enough of
fishing.
   "I'm not much of a hand at fishing," John said, feeling somewhat flushed
with his release into the boy.
   "Ok, we can go now then," Allan said.
   The two walked out of the woods to the lakes edge and began gathering up
their fishing gear.  Allan replaced the bottle of lube in the tackle box
and they walked along the lakes edge until they came to the public car
park. Packing the gear into John's SUV, the two left the lake; driving
slowly along the dirt access road to the state highway back to their cabin
at the cheap motel that served this forest area.  Allan sat looking relaxed
with his elbow on the sill and holding the handhold on the roof of the SUV;
the window wound down to allow fresh air into the hot car, heated by the
sun all day.  John thought about the events as he drove.  The sex had been
a revelation to him.  Not just the fact the boy and late father had
committed incest on the pretext of overnight fishing expedition, but John's
own acceptance of having sex with a minor boy.  He would never have ever
contemplated he could do this; yet it all came about so naturally, despite
it being anything but natural.  As they neared the motel, Allan turned to
John.
   "Drive on," he said.  "We can go to Joe's Bait Shop and see what the
suggestion is for flys this week."
   John looked quizzically at the boy.
   "Joe's Bait Shop is run by a friend of me and dad's," he explained. 
"Alec Dawson.  He sometimes came fishing with us...only using a fly which
he prefers.  He posts a list of what the fisherman say the fish have been
eating.  They see in the fish guts when the fish are cleaned.  They tell
Alec and he writes it up on a blackboard at his bait shop...about five
miles from here," Allan explained.
   "Ye Gods," John said with a chuckle.  "A rather barbaric way to find out
what bait...sorry...fly, to use."
   "And lure...the fish may be eating smelt," he said with a grin.
   John looked at the boy smiling at him and it was staggering how their
relationship had changed.  The kid was a practiced bottom boy and now he'd
found his top; just like his dad had topped him.  John wasn't an expert on
gay slang but he knew that much.  They pulled up in front of Joe's Bait
Shop.  Allan went in first as John surveyed the rustic building; the
frontage festooned in fishing paraphernalia including an aluminum Native
Indian type canoe propped against the front.  He wondered who Joe was if it
was Alec that owned it.  He sauntered in after the boy.
   "Hi Alec," Allan said with a cheery grin as he walked up to the counter.
   The old man turned and his face lit up when he saw the boy.
   "Allan," he said in surprise.  "It's so good to see you again," he
beamed and he came out from behind the counter to pat the boy on the
shoulder.  "Are you up here with your mom, or...?" he began looking around
the store.
   Seeing John watching them he realized Allan was with him.
   "This is Alec," Allan said turning to John.  "He sometimes came fishing
with me and dad," he added.
   John moved towards the two and extended his hand to the older man.
   "So you've brought young Allan up her to catch a fish?" he said his eyes
holding John's gaze.  "I'm Alec Rose, the proprietor of this here
establishment," he said with a friendly smile.
   "I'm John Curran...a friend of Allan's mom," John answered.
   The older man's expression signified he knew what `friend' actually
meant.
   "Pleased to meet you John," he went on." Happy that you could bring
Allan back since...since..." and he tapered off.
   "Since dad died," Allan said completing the sentence for Alec.  "It's OK
Alec...I've gotten used to the fact.  Dad's been gone over a year now, the
boy said bravely."
   "I'm so pleased you have Allan," Alec said and patted the boy's shoulder
reassuringly.  "So, have you boys had any luck today?" he asked changing
the topic.
   "No," Allan said.  "I didn't get a bite, and John's useless," he said
grinning at John."
   "Guilty," John laughed holding his hands up.
   "Ho, ho, ho, Alec chortled looking from one to the other.  "Early
morning...that's the time."
   He looked at John.
   "Are you staying the night?  I could come out with you in the
morning...show you were the big ones are," he said smiling.
   "Yes we have a cabin at the motel back up the road," John said.
   "Ah, Darby's...well that's on the way to the lake.  What say I pick you
up...say about five thirty?" he beamed.  "We can all go together," he added
and patted Allan on the head.
   It was agreed.  Allan was happy and John noted the happy affect the old
man had on the boy.  He wondered if Alec had any idea what Allan and he had
been up to that day; and during the visits with his father.  He sensed in
Alec's gaze, as the shook hands when meeting, Alec knew something about the
boy.  But in the end John decided he just imagined it.  He drove the two of
them about five miles beyond the bait shop to a roadside diner he had seen
when they drove in to the village.  He and Allan had dinner and returned to
their motel about seven thirty.  John followed Allan into the motel room
and stood wondering what the next move was.
   "I think I'll have a shower," Allan said looking at John.
   "Good idea," John said thinking the boy would need a clean up after the
sex at the lake that afternoon.
   Allan looked a little disappointed and walked through to the bathroom.
John heard the shower start and sat down on the battered arm chair and
picked up the TV remote.  He surfed the channels and after realizing how
poor the reception was, turned the TV off and sat wondering what to do for
the remainder of the evening.
   "You can wash my back if you like," John heard Allan call from the
doorway; the boy was standing naked before him.
   John's eyes opened in surprise.  The boy's pubic area had a light patch
of fuzz, signaling the onset of puberty and his wiener was standing rock
hard.  John smiled and shook his head.  This was going to be interesting.
   ***
   John had had sex in a shower and a bath before; only with women of
course.  The motel had shower over bath and Allan stood with his back to
the water as it cascaded off his shoulders and splattered John's chest, and
soaped the man's cock and balls.  Allan was handling the big cock and ball
sac lovingly; his face a picture of contentment.  John condescended to
gently jack the boy's small hard cock.  John had vague recollection of
prepubescent jack off sessions with buddies and he had handled a boy's cock
before.  But not since he was about Allan's age had he handled anyone's
cock but his own.  After enjoying the feel of the man's big cock in his
hands, Allan decided to move the situation forward.
   "Soap my crack," he said in a soft voice, smiling impishly at John. 
"Make it slippery...with soap for lube."
   John obliged.  Allan placed one foot on the top of the bath where it
butted against the wall, and opened himself up to John's searching fingers
holding the soap.  John opened the boy's ass up with his fingers; the
shower cascading off the back of Allan's neck as he braced his hands
against the wall and bowed his head.  John was not so apprehensive now he
had fucked Allan that afternoon.  He systematically opened the boy's anus
with gentle finger pressure and the slickness of the soap.  He found it to
be stimulating and genuinely aroused him.  As his fingers eventually found
their way deeper, and stretched the boy, Allan groaned and adjusted his
position involuntarily as the tip of John's fingers clipped his juvenile
prostate.  The boy sighed and had to readjust his bracing of his body as
the sensation the fingers made caused him to flinch and squirm in
enjoyment. His cock was rock hard jutting before him.  John could hear the
boy's breathing and knew he was turned on by the two fingers sodomizing
him. John was likewise horny and turned on by the feel of the boy's rectum.
He decided it was time and he let the soap drop.  Allan looked down and saw
it appear over the plughole of the bath and he gave a little involuntary
giggle of nervous anticipation; realizing John had had enough of the
fingering.  As John bent his knees and brought the bullet head of his cock
up against Allan's pucker, the boy gave an almost hysterical giggle and "oh
yes" as he pushed back with his butt.
   John went in relatively easily.  His working of the kid's butt helped
despite the soap not being great lube as the water tended to dilute it
quickly.  But he got half his cock in and paused as he heard Allan's breath
become more deliberate as the boy sought to relax and work his muscles so
the cock had the easiest of entries.  John waited until he heard Allan sigh
and knew the kid was now used to the sphincter being stretched by the
cock's thickness.  He put an arm around the boy's waist and pulled him
gently as he pushed his hips.  He sunk in balls deep and Allan groaned
loudly and bowed his head so the top of it touched the wall of the shower
before him.  The water cascading of the boy's back as John began to fuck
him.  He fucked the boy deliberately.  Pulling nearly right out of the
tight asshole, and then pushing firmly so his balls slapped Allan's own
tight little sac.  After a few minutes of fucking, with Allan grunting and
sighing in enjoyment as the cock skimmed over his prostate, John felt
comfortable and enjoying fucking the boy immensely.  Surprising himself at
how little remorse or guilt he felt about what others would consider was a
heinous abuse of trust with the boy.  But the boy's innocence was long
gone. His late father had seen to that.  Allan loved a man's cock and his
eagerness and acceptance of it had seduced John to the point John had no
conscience about what he was doing.  He was buried in a tight hot hole, and
with Allan facing away from him, to John he could be fucking a lithe woman.
John fucked the boy harder and as Allan responded by groaning louder and
pushing back, John reached around and took the boy's rock hard little cock
and began to jack him.  Allan survived only a matter of a few minutes
before he wailed and gasped and he shot several strong bursts of ejaculate
off the top of the end of the bath.  The thin ejaculate flecked with the
first globules of semen from the pubescent boy, slithered down the bath and
was washed away.  Allan gasped and groaned loudly.  John picked up the
pace. For the second time that day, he came loudly, deep into the preteen
boy's hot hungry hole; spewing forth with cries that veered from low
guttural groans to sobs of delirium.
   John stepped out of the bath and dried himself.  Allan picked up the
soap, and resting a hand against the wall to steady himself on weary legs,
he soaped his cracked and pushed a finger into his tender hole to milk the
remains of John's cum out.  He turned his back to the water and bent over
so the shower sluiced his butt crack and asshole.  Eventually stepping out
to take a towel John stood holding for him.  The boy looked at John's cock
now flaccid and hanging before him.  He smiled lovingly at John and gently
handled the cock.
   "Do it again in bed?" he said expectantly, looking at John.
   "We'll have a rest first," John said with a chuckle.
   And they did.  The lay on one of the two single beds in the barren cabin
and both dozed off to sleep.  John was woken near eleven thirty by a
familiar sensation in his cock and groin.  He looked down and Allan had
doubled around and was sucking the cock which had hardened while John
slept. John chuckled realizing it wasn't Lizzie or some former squeeze, but
Lizzie's near thirteen year old son.
   "Oh my God you're incorrigible," he chuckled to Allan.
   The boy raised his head and looked back at the man, jacking the cock
lovingly.
   "What does that mean?" he asked with a grin.
   "No matter," John said.  "That's gorgeous...here...move your leg over,"
and he coaxed the boy to straddle his face.  For several minutes man and
boy sixty-nined.  Allan condescending to take another male's cock into his
mouth for the first time ever.  It had been a day of firsts.  Allan lost it
quickly.  Just like all pubescent boy's he came at the drop of a hat. 
Gasping and groaning.  John was surprised at the speed and did not have a
chance to take his mouth away.  He swallowed the boys ejaculate and he was
surprise how neutral it tasted; the taste not matching the aroma of semen
he was familiar with.  But the boy had yet to generate the thick semen and
his ejaculate was more a watery emission as he went into puberty.  John
coaxed the boy to turn around and kneel.  He held his cock and offered it
to the boy who opened his mouth hungrily.  John would not allow Allan to
hold the cock, and as he had done with women, he used the boys mouth;
fucking it to his own rhythm and for his own pleasure.  Eventually getting
Allan to hold his mouth open expectantly; the boy's tongue moving in
anticipation of the stream of semen that would flood over it.  John came in
a controlled splurge of cum as he gripped the cock tightly to stop it
pulsing and spurting the cum over the boy's face.  He had done this with
women and he ensured all of the streaming cum splattered into Allan's mouth
and the back of his throat.  John gasped and groaned and laughed nervously
in release.  He had done exactly this to the boy's mother on a number of
occasions.
   Allan kneeled before John with his mouth awash in semen.  He moved his
tongue and let it pool inside his bottom teeth.  John gently run a finger
over the boy's lower lip; fascinated at the amount of semen in the boy's
mouth.
   "Swallow," he said softly, yet it was a command.
   Allan swallowed and then opened his mouth.  There were faint traces of
the semen mixed with his saliva.
   "Swallow it all," John said, and Allan obeyed.
   ***
   They rested again; both tired from the two bouts of sex since arriving
back at the motel.  At some point after midnight, Allan got up and went to
the bathroom.  He woke John with the flushing of the toilet.  When he came
back onto the bed John turned to him.
   "Get the lube," the man said in a low authoritative tone.
   Allan smiled to himself in the gloom of the room and found his way to
the tackle box he knew he had left just inside the door.  He handed it to
John and climbed back onto the bed.  John rolled away and turned on the
light on the nightstand.
   "Lift your legs," he said as he turned back to the boy, and unscrewed
the bottle of lube.
   Allan lifted his legs, holding himself behind his thighs.  He lay
passive watching the man as John gently greased his anus a third time since
they came here to fish.  When satisfied the kid's ass was lubed
sufficiently, John slicked his own cock, and moved Allan to the middle of
the bed; the boy still holding his legs up and knees back against his
chest. John fucked him like a girl.  Kneeling and guiding his cock deep
inside the boy's hungry ass a third time.  Allan lying still and watching
John's face and enjoying the sensation the cock was having as John fucked
in and out steadily.  Allan moved his legs and let them rest on John's
shoulders.  The boy well experienced in playing the girl.  John gripped the
boy's shoulders and fucked him vigorously.  Studying the boy's face and
somewhat enthralled the boy genuinely got off on being fucked.  John came
hard and leaned over the boy and finished deep inside the boys rectum; his
cum splashing the boys lower colon.  John hesitated as his face was near
Allan's.  Without thinking why, John started kissing the boy.  Allan was
surprised.  His father had never kissed him.  Just fucked him good or used
his mouth and hands.  Allan was somewhat overcome by this act of tenderness
and tears filled his eyes but he did not cry.
   After John pulled out, he detected a faint yet familiar odor.  He looked
at his cock and saw the telltale brown stain of feces in the semen on his
cock.  He glanced at Allan's asshole, the boys still holding his legs up as
the man was withdrawing.  Allan had taken a dump in the toilet before he'd
been fucked, in an effort to empty his bowel in anticipation of more sex.
John had not hit hard stool in the boy's ass; just the mucous remains of
the boy's bowel movement.  He was anticipating pushing his greasy cock into
the boy's mouth for cleaning but seeing the clear evidence of feces, he
decided not to.  He slid off the bed and went to the bathroom and took a
long leak.  He wiped his cock with toilet paper and returned to the room.
Allan was on his back with his butt lifted off the bed and feeling the
wetness around his slightly dilated anus.
   "Best have a wipe there," John said quietly.  "I think it's a bit messy"
   Allan blushed in embarrassment realizing what John meant.  He had
deliberately tried to empty his bowel earlier by taking a dump.  The boy
was well used to early morning sex with his father and it was mandatory he
try to be clean and his bowel empty.  Old habits die hard.  He got off the
bed and walked gingerly to the bathroom and cleaned up.  When he returned,
John was in the other single bed.  Realizing sex was concluded for this
night, the boy wearily climbed under the covers and turned the light out.
   ****
   Alec arrived as promised at five thirty.  John detected a faint smile on
the man's face each time Alec glanced at John.  John was puzzled by Alec's
look and wondered what it was for.  He stopped thinking about it as they
cleared their cabin and followed Alec back to the small lake.  They would
not be passing the motel on their way home later that day and had paid the
night before.  At the lake, Alec took them around further than they had
been the day before.  There was a small stream flowing into the lake here
and Alec suggested John try over one side of the inlet, and he and Allan
space out on the other side.  John waded through the small stream and
walked along about twenty feet as Alec had suggested.  Once he was set up,
John tried hard to cast and play the line as Allan had shown him.  He noted
the more he cast the better he got and soon he was genuinely enjoying it.
Pleased with his growing accuracy and distance in his cast.  Occasionally
he looked across at Alec and Allan and noted how absorbed they were.  He
fished away, casting and playing the line; to eventually reel in and cast
again.  He found what millions of anglers world wide had found.  It is a
time of peace and inner reflection.  John found himself putting recent
events in perspective while casting the fly.  A sulky obnoxious little boy
had suddenly turned his best friend, after an extraordinary sexual
experience in the woods.  All after catching John having a sly jack-off
session in the trees.  The revelation of Allan's dark secret was totally
unbelievable yet obviously true and it explained a lot.  The kid was pining
for his father in more ways than anyone could imagine.  Perhaps his
hostility to John stemmed from the fact the kid did not know how to take
the new man in his mom's life.  How could the boy get to John if he had any
thoughts about John replacing his father in the sex?  The kid's age and
lack of maturity made it impossible to broach it with John.  It was now
obvious that after numerous attempts by Lizzie to throw John and Allan
together, the fishing trip suggestion was the logical way for Allan to
observe John without his mom trying to manage their relationship.  The lake
was the scene of his sexual relationship with his father, and somehow John
reasoned Allan probably hoped that he could raise the issue of sex with
John.  Lizzie's suggestion of the overnight fishing expedition had set the
scene.  John's impromptu jack-off had provided the catalyst.
   John heard their voices and looked across.  Allan had gone along to Alec
and they were talking animatedly but in low tones as if the fish might hear
their voices.  John realised Alec had caught a fish and John grimaced and
felt annoyed he couldn't seem to have the same luck.  Allan helped Alec
land the fish then went back to his position and the two lapsed into
silence and resumed fishing.  About twenty minutes later this scenario was
repeated as clearly Alec had caught a second fish.  In fact within about
fifty minutes, Alec caught three fish.  It was after the third disturbance
that John looked up and noted the two had vanished; their poles lying on
the bank.  John screwed his eyes up in question as to where the old man and
boy had got to.  As he continued to cast and retrieve his line, he kept
glancing across to where they should be.  After about ten minutes, his
curiosity got the better of him and he put his rod down and waded across
the stream and walked towards where Allan had been.  He saw Allan's fishing
pole and open tackle box.  He looked up to the trees and then decided to
walk along to where Alec had been.  He saw Alec's pole and a wicker basket
with a lid sitting in the water at the lakes edge.  The old fashioned
basket for the catch; half submerged to keep the fish fresh.  He looked
around and was about to call to them when he noted tracks in the coarse
sand from the lakes edge, leading towards the trees.  John followed
inquisitively and a few yards into the trees, he saw a small clearing about
five yards ahead.  It seemed the natural way to go so he walked towards it.
As he neared it he heard their voices.  Only they weren't talking in
conversation.  As he neared the edge of the clearing, John's mouth dropped
open as he recognized the sounds of two people in sexual congress; it was
so recognizable and obvious.
   His first reaction was to charge towards the voices and regale the old
man as a dirty pedophile.  Yet something made him hold back.  The look Alec
had given John in the bait shop and again this morning now became clear. 
Alec knew about Allan and his father, and had rightly assumed John had
replaced the boy's father.  John slowed and moved behind a large tree trunk
and slowly peered around.  About five yards across the clearing he saw
Allan's back as the boy was clearly sitting astride Alec who was sitting on
the ground leaning against a tree; Alec's face masked by Allan.  John's
mouth opened in awe as he watched Allan's naked butt lifting up and down as
he was clearly riding the prone man's cock.  He saw Allan's rubber boots
and shorts in a pile to one side and he could see Alec's legs and feet;
still in his waders, with his bib and pants crumpled around his knees. 
John swallowed hard and felt a mixture of anger an envy at Alec taking the
boy like this.  But he held back from challenging the pair.  Instead he
walked quietly around the edge of the clearing until he was abreast of them
and now no more than a couple of yards away.  He saw Allan leaning forward
and Alec holding the boys arms to support him as Allan bounced rhythmically
up and down on the man's cock jammed up the boy's experienced ass.  John
licked his lips and involuntarily fondled his cock which was growing by the
second.  Playing the voyeur turned him on.  Alec was staring at Allan with
a look of lust and the boy was clearly panting and grunting as he slid up
and down on the old man's cock.  John watched for a few more minutes and
recognized Alec getting near to cum.  He gripped the boy around the waist
and John could see Alec humping his groin up as he took over the rate of
Allan rising and falling.  With a series of drawn out groans and gasps, the
old man shot his load into the boy's hungry asshole; the two shoving
against each other and slowly winding down their movements.  John quietly
back away and headed back to the trees beyond the clearing.  Standing in a
sense of bewilderment at what he had witnessed.  Feeling a little betrayed,
if not jilted by Allan.
   He was standing wondering what to do when Alec came upon him suddenly.
His waders pulled up so the bib was fastened again, and he stopped when he
saw John.  Alec smiled knowingly at the younger man and guessed he had
witnessed Alec fucking the boy.
   "Just proving that the art of barter is not yet dead," he said with a
wink and a sly grin.  "Three nice fish...I think this has been a good
morning's work...and a fair trade," he smiled knowingly at John.
   John had nothing to say but stood speechless as the man's words
registered.  Allan had fucked Alec for the price of the three fish Alec had
caught.
   "Nice to meet you John...take care of that boy.  He's one in a million,"
Alec said with a grin and tapped the younger man's shoulder as he walked
past and headed back to the lake front.
   He paused just before he went down onto the shore.
   "Oh...he's still ready if...you know...if you're willing," he said with
a grin, and turned and disappeared.
   John stood looking after the departing man and then turned back and
looked in the direction where Allan was.  He glanced back in Alec's
direction and pondered running after the man and giving him a good smacking
for being so smug.  But he knew his emotion was one of envy and not anger.
He turned and stalked into the clearing and noted Allan trying to get back
into his shorts; his boyish ass still bare as he balanced on one foot.
   "Leave them," he ordered the boy.
   Allan looked up and was surprised to see John coming towards him.  John
took the shorts and pulled them away from the boy.
   "Kneel," he gruffly ordered the boy.
   Allan looked worried and obeyed without question.
   John pulled his erection out and taking the boy's head, pushed the cock
against his lips.  Allan mechanically opened his mouth and took the cock
in. He did not suck John; rather John roughly fucked the boy's face. 
Holding the kid's head and growling `what a sneaky little cunt' the boy was
and he was a `faithless little cunt' for `fucking the old man for fish';
rambling crudely, all the while highly aroused by the act of subjugating
the kid.  Allan clung to John's hips and stoically took the cock being
shoved hard in his mouth.  Every time he felt he had to push the man back
with a hand, John brushed it away and throated the boy harder.  At the edge
of the clearing, Alec had crept back and stood and watched John roughly
turn the boy around and make him kneel on his hands and knees.  A smile
came to Alec's face as John straddled Allan's hips and roughly shoved his
cock into the boy's recently used asshole.  He could hear John's voice as
he continued to regale the boy with crude obscenities as he started to fuck
the boy.  Far be it for Alec to intervene.  The boy was practiced at what
was happening, although the old man was somewhat disappointed at John's
roughness.
   "Good boy," Alec smiled and muttered to himself.  "Come back soon. 
You're mom's new man will do just fine," and with that Alec turned and went
back to the lakes edge, gathered up his equipment after leaving the three
trembling trout on the grass beyond the narrow sandy shore.
   He slowly walked back to his truck smiling to himself.  That boy was the
best fuck ever.  Ever since he caught the father fucking the kid all those
months ago; it was easy to get the man's complicity to pass some of the
tight little tail his way.  Besides, he kept the pair honest with mom;
always a tale of success to tell and fine fish for the table.  This
expedition with the new man would be just as successful; for all of them.
   John fucked Allan roughly; spewing forth obscenities as he worked out
his jealousy and frustration on the kid.  As he became fatigued at the
energy he was expending, he slowed and fucked the boy in a more controlled
manner.  Allan's ragged grunts and groans at the roughness he was
experiencing slowly ebbing to the steady groan and grunt as the cock butted
deep in his guts.  When John came, a sense of completeness flooded through
and he sobbed and surprised himself at the depth of the release of emotion
as tears filled his eyes.
   "Don't ever do that again," he sobbed near the boy's ear as he crouched
close over Allan's back; tears dripping on the boy's neck.  "You're
mine...all mine...do you hear me?  All mine, dammit."
   "Yes dad," the boy whispered, and reached a hand up and touched John's
hand gripping his shoulder.
   ***
   Lizzie was very proud of her men.  The three sizeable trout made more
than one great meal.  She was also tearfully relieved that John had finally
broken through with Allan.
   "You have to go fishing again...soon," she laughed looking at the pair
as they finished their meal of fish
   "I need plenty of practice," John laughed.  "I suck at it."
   "You'll be OK," Allan said with an impish grin.  "Just can be just as
good as dad was."
   At first Lizzie looked worried at the boy's remark and then smiled
realizing perhaps the boy's grieving had finally ended.  She got up from
the table and went and stood behind Allan and embraced him tenderly.
   "No one will ever replace your dad," she said looking down at him.  "But
what you have learned is how to move on, and I hope you and John can enjoy
the things you and your dad did," she said sagely.
   Allan nodded and grinned knowingly at John.
   "The three trout were good reward," she said with a grin.
   "Allan outdid himself to get those," John said and smiled at mother and
son.
   "I did," Allan said cheekily, grinning knowingly at John.  "Just as well
as you suck at catching fish," and he said as Lizzie moved to take their
plates out to the kitchen.
   Later John sat on the couch and stared thoughtfully at the empty doorway
to the kitchen where Allan had joined Lizzie to pack the dishwasher.  There
would be no more visits to that particular lake.  A new regime was in
place. Alec had had the boy's ass for the last time.  In fact he couldn't
give a shit if they ever went fishing again, although it certainly wasn't
out of the question.  The kid was John's.  He couldn't wait to move in. 
Living with the kid would be like an alcoholic owning a liquor store.  He
could fuck him right here when his mother was at work weekends.  John
smiled to himself.
   "This has turned out better than I could have hoped."
   The End
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