Long Day of Fishing

One of the greatest things about having older friends is that you get to do things that high school Juniors don’t normally get to do. Travel, fishing, beer… all the things that make for a crazy good Saturday during a hot, sweaty summer in Texas.

I left home early after filling my mom in on my plans – Fishing with James and a couple of his friends, coming home and spending the night at his place, so as not to wake her up coming in. James, being the good kid she met at church, who was further approved by my aunt who knew him, had no problem letting me go out and spend the night.

We were out on the river bright and early with lunch, beer, and fishing gear loaded into the flat bottom boats. It was a hot summer day and the river was low – so the fishing was bad. Not even a bite after 4 hours. We pulled over to the beach and enjoyed our lunch and knocked back a few beers. Opting out of further fishing, we stripped down to our shorts and went swimming. Going in and out of the water, getting a little drunk and then sobering up left us pretty well spent. We loaded up the boat and headed back to the apartment where everyone got showered and cleaned up. With a mild beer buzz still going, I started to fall asleep. I crawled onto the pallet I had made up in the bedroom, clad only in my briefs, and went to sleep. I can only assume that James, sleeping in the pallet next to me on the floor, and Ricky and Tim who took the two twin beds had turned in shortly thereafter.

Sometime in the middle of the night, I was quietly awakened by the soft touch of a hand on my waist. Feigning sleep I thought I’d just wait this out and see where it went. It could just be a sleeping accident… a hand tossed over. My hopes were, however, that it was an intentional touch. Soft, gentle… testing the waters. Left alone the hand continued to move in small, measured motions. Up my waist… over my hip and then softly… so very slowly… under the elastic band of my briefs. Despite my playing possum my nerves tried their best to betray me. I felt myself shiver, ever so slightly, exactly like the skin under my fingers when I felt up any number of female classmates. I had never been in this position before, but in a homophobic time and a homophobic place, it was not in any way unpleasant. My mind raced wondering where this was going. I didn’t have to wait to long before I felt a single finger touch my shaft, which was just beginning to stir. Sensing no alarm or danger, the rest of the fingers joined in by sliding down over my cock. As the hand wrapped around my hardening member I could no longer hold off the soft moan that escaped me.

My moan brought the wandering hand to a stop, and there was a clear pause while it waited for a sign to continue. I provided that sign by turning slightly toward the hand and spreading my legs slightly to make my cock and balls more available. The message must have been received clearly as the next move by the marauding hand was to lift my briefs off of my hips and to pull them down below my equipment. I raised my butt up slightly to allow the shorts to be pulled down. Having my briefs around my thighs, as opposed to all the way off, had a strange but wonderful feeling about it. Somewhat submissive was the message my brain was getting. If was the same thing I’d done to a handful of girls at school when I was getting ready to finger them, or in some cases, go down on them.