Fishing Buddies

Fishing Buddies

Let me introduce myself, my name is Tom, and this is my introduction to sex in the 60s in a small town.
My dad was killed in the Viet Nam War and Mom was left to raise me all alone. Mom and I were very close. We lived by ourselves, and she was a nurse at the local hospital, in the small town where we lived. Our house was located on the edge of town, surrounded by 50 acres of woods.
By the time I was 13, I was a tall boy for my age; rather on the lean side with long thin fingers narrow hands and long slender arms attached to a small torso. My hips and thighs though were rather muscular and large. I did a lot of walking and rode my bike daily. My hair was long as was the custom of the late 60’s. This combination gave me rather an effeminate look.
Frequently some of the locals came and hunted or fish on our land. There was a large creek that ran thru the back portion of our acreage. The men were usually large rough looking men, in jeans or overalls and were always real friendly. They would stop by the house and inform us that they would be out in our woods for several days.
It was just on one of those occasions that this story takes place. There were four of them, planning to fish. Only two of them were locals, the other two were much younger and rather small, evidently from the city. They stopped by the house and asked permission to go to the creek to camp for several days and to fish, of course mom agreed.