Fishing

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Fishing

Ryland and I are small town thirteen year old boys who’s passion is fishing. No matter what the weather is outside, you’ll find us spending every free moment we have, fishing in Hickory Hollow Creek. It’s not an overly large creek, like river size, but it isn’t small like a stream either. It’s probably twenty five feet at it’s widest parts, although most places are about ten to fifteen feet across. It’s deepest places are around twelve feet deep, but most fishing holes are around seven to eight feet deep. Swimming holes are around six feet deep with a few drop offs here and there. The easy wading spots are around two to three feet deep. The creek circles around half of our town of approximately ten thousand people. Ryland and I live in a small subdivision on the west side of town.

Me: “Hey Peckerhead. You got the worms?”

Ryland: “Of course I do Dickface. Don’t I always.”

Okay. I guess I need to explain our nicknames. Ryland and I met when we were nine years old. We discovered right off that we both loved two things. Fishing and ding-a-lings. My name is Edmond. Neither of us particularly like our names, so we decided to give each other nicknames. My name became Dickface and Ryland’s name became Peckerhead. Of course we only call each other by our nicknames when we’re alone. Our parents would whip our ass’s good if they knew we called each other by those names and our friends would tease us something terrible. We think they are perfect nicknames for boys that love to play with their tally-whackers.

Me: “Then let’s get out of here.”

We walk out the back of the subdivision, down a small one lane road that wraps around from west to north. A quarter mile north of our subdivision we come up to the main railroad tracks that run on the north side of town. We actually have a train depot, but it’s not used anymore, except for storage. The train quit stopping here long before I was born.

Now the road goes down under the tracks and if you stay on this road and walk another half mile you’ll come to a covered bridge where most town kids go to swim, when they don’t want to use the public park pool or it’s closed. They don’t use this road to get there though. Very few people ever use this road. They would take the main road going north out of town which this road intersects just before getting to the covered bridge.

Since we are going fishing and not swimming, we climb up on the railroad tracks and walk west for another quarter of a mile. This is where a deer trail cuts out of a corn field on one side to get to a woods on the other side. Now just for reference. If we continued walking on the tracks, we would come to a trestle, which is a railroad bridge that crosses the creek. Boys who like to skinny dip go to the trestle to swim instead of the covered bridge. It’s much more private for swimming naked. Peckerhead and I have swam there a few times, but not very often, because we would much rather fish than swim, although sometimes we get to do both.

We now climb down off the railroad tracks toward the corn field. Here we have to climb over the farmer’s fence. Once in the field we follow the fence around to the west before turning north. Right in that corner of the filed we usually can here the skinny dipping boys playing around, like today. We can hear them, but they can’t hear us, because we aren’t screaming like wild banshees. Neither of us can see the others, because of the dense undergrowth.

We walk north from here past two deer trails going to the creek. At the third deer trail, we climb over the fence and walk a few hundred feet down to the creek. This is our private spot. No one ever comes here but us. The skinny dipping boys never walk this far up the creek and the covered bridge swimmers never walk this far down the creek. It’s all evidenced by the pristine sandy bank with only animal tracks in the sand. Not a human footprint anywhere.

We walk to our special spot. We have a dead log on the ground to sit on. We have forked twigs sticking up in the sand to lay our fishing rods on. Out in front of us, the creek is about fifteen feet across, with a small log jam just to our south, which bottlenecks the creek into a fishing hole of about nine feet deep. The best fishing is getting your hook as close to that log jam as you can, without snagging it. That’s where the catfish live. In that hole, live mud cats, flat heads, blues and channel cats. Our favorite is the channel cats. They hit like a bass and fight something awful. They are the most fun to catch.

Me: “Peckerhead. Hand me a worm.”

Ryland: “Here you go Dickface.”

We use nightcrawlers. They are long and fat, and totally irresistible to catfish. Once we both have cast our lines into the water, all we can do now is wait. And wait we do. Nothing seems to be biting. I even reel my line in to make sure it didn’t get stripped, but my worm is still there so I cast it back in. It’s been over an hour with no bites.

Ryland: “Don’t look like their biting today. You want to swim for awhile?”

Me: “Sure. We might as well. Maybe when we’re distracted they will try and sneak away our bait and we can catch them.”

Now, if you have ever cat-fished before, you know you never walk away from your pole unless you want to risk losing it. Big catfish can and do pull poles right into the water. I open the tackle box, which I always bring as my part, where Peckerhead always brings the nightcrawlers. I pull out two lengths of thin rope and we tie one end to our poles and the other end to the log. Now if a big cat grabs our hook, they can’t get our poles.

Ryland: “Last one naked has to play with his dinger before getting in the water.

We waste no time at all, stripping naked, pulling shorts and briefs down together as one.

Me: “Tie.”
Ryland: “That means we both have to play with our ding-a-lings until we have boners.”

We grab our dingers and play until we both are sporting woodies. Like I said, our second favorite thing to do is play with our wieners. Our peckers are the same size, both soft and hard. Two and a half inches soft and four and three quarter inches boned up. We know, because we measure all the time, using the ruler we use to measure our fish. Once we’re bone hard, we jump into the creek. Now this part is upstream from where we’re fishing and is only six feet deep in the channel, but the rest is about four feet deep. Neither Ryland or me are very tall. Neither of us has broke the five foot mark yet, so four feet of water is deep enough for us to swim and splash and play around in. Of course being boys who’s second passion is penises, we grab each others dinger a lot while playing around.

Then my pole goes down. I got a bite. I quickly get out of the water and get to my pole in time to finish setting the hook. It’s a big one. The end of my pole is bending double. Ryland climbs out of the creek and stands beside me, watching me horse this fish. Then his pole bends double and he grabs it, setting the hook and the fight is on. His fish is big also. As our fish move around in the creek we have to go over or under the other one’s pole to keep them for getting tangled up.

Ryland: “Dickface. You wanna bet on who’s fish is the biggest?”

Me. “Sure Peckerhead.”

Ryland: “Smallest fish, is the sucker.”

Me: “No way Peckerhead. I’m not sucking your dick. Smallest fish is the wanker.”

Ryland: “Works for me Dickface. You’ll be jerking me off for sure, because this fish is a monster.”

Me: “So’s mine. It’ll be you jerking me off.”

We reel in our fish and they look the same size, so we have to take out the ruler. Mine is twenty-two inches and Ryland’s is twenty-two and a half inches. Both are beautiful blue channel cats.

Ryland: “That means it’s you, Dickface, jerking my man rod off.”

Me: “Hold your balls, Peckerhead. Let’s get these fish on the stringer first.”

Ryland: “Don’t you mean, you hold my balls.”

Me: “Very funny.”

Once the fish are secure, I grab Peckerhead’s boner and begin playing with it. Like I said, we are penis boys, so there’s never a real loser when we bet. Today, Ryland gets his rocks off with me pumping him, but other days it’s the reverse. We both have fun. Now lately, Ryland has for sure been trying to change it up from jerking to sucking, but there’s no way, I’m going there. I’m not sticking his dick inside my mouth for nothing in the world. Now being thirteen, Ryland doesn’t last long before he squirts his load out over the sand. Once he unloads his stuff, we bait our hooks and go back to fishing and swimming. This time, no more bites. We play around in the creek naked for another two hours, with no bites.

It’s getting late so we pack up everything, get dressed and walk back home. Ryland takes the fish home with him. I love fishing, but I rarely eat fish because mom won’t have a slimy fish in her spotless kitchen.

Ryland: “Same time tomorrow?”

Me: “Of course.”

Me: “Hey Peckerhead. You got the worms?”

Ryland: “Of course. Don’t I always.”

Me: “Well! There was that one time...”

Ryland: “Dickface. We were only nine. Heck I used to forget to wipe my ass when I was nine.”

Me: “Just saying. Oh. You did wipe your ass today didn’t you?”

Ryland punches my left arm, hard.

Me: “OWWW!”

Ryland: “You deserved that.”

Me: “Ya. And it was worth it.”

We walk to our fishing spot and cast our lines into the creek. We sit talking as we wait for the fish to bite.

Me: “So what’s the bet today?”

Ryland: “Total number of fish. Least amount of fish is a sucker.”

Me: “Oh My Gosh! Peckerhead. Can’t you get sucking off your brain.”

Ryland: “I ain’t got sucking on the brain. It’s just it would make a great forfeit is all.”

Me: “Dude. If you want your dingle sucked, get Tammy Lynn to do it. I bet she’d be more than happy to suck you off.”

Ryland: “She would for sure. Last Saturday at the movies she rubbed my boner and would have sucked me if I’d let her.”

Me: “She what?”

Ryland. “Rubbed my dick. We was at the movies and I put my arm around her so I could get a feel of her tits and she unzipped my shorts and put her hand in and rubbed me.”

Me: “Wow! Dude. Why is it you’re just now telling me about this?”

Ryland: “Because it was embarrassing.”

Me: “How’s that?”

Ryland: “She tried to pull it out of my shorts so I had to stop her?”

Me: “Why? She was probably going to suck it for you.”

Ryland: “That’s what I was afraid of.”

Me: “Afraid. You’ve been trying to get me to suck you all this time, and Tammy Lynn was right there with her hand on your dick and you stopped her? Why?”

Ryland: “Because she would have seen it.”

Me: “Well ya. I guess she would have seen it then.”

Ryland: “But I don’t want no girl seeing it. No girl is ever going to see me naked. That would just be too embarrassing.”

Me: “Ya, I totally understand that. I was playing gin rummy with Sue Ellen last week and she hinted at playing strip poker and there’s just no way I’m risking being naked in front of her. It would have been awesome seeing her naked, but not at the risk of me having to get naked.”

Ryland: “Ya. No way girls ever going to see us naked.”

Me: “You got that right.”

Ryland: “Did you hear that?”

Me: “Hear what?”

Ryland: “That sound. Heck someone’s coming our way.”

Tammy Lynn: “Hey guys. Have you boys been talking about us?

Me: “No way. We’re fishing. Definitely not talking about girls.”

Ryland: “Why you here?”

Sue Ellen: “We wanted to see where you two spend all your time.”

Tammy Lynn: “Ya, since you never have any time for us.”

Ryland: “Yes, we do. Just last Saturday, I took you to the movies and last week Dic...I mean, Edmond played cards with you Sue Ellen.”

Sue Ellen: “Ya, but the rest of your time you spend here, right?”

Me: “Well, Ya! We like fishing.”

Tammy Lynn: “And! What else do you two do here? I mean, when the fish ain’t biting.”

Sue Ellen: “I bet they go swimming.”

Ryland: “Of course we go swimming.”

Tammy Lynn: “Well. The fish ain’t biting now, so why don’t you go swimming?”

Me: “We can’t. The two of you are here and we didn’t bring our swimming trunks.”

Sue Ellen: “Do you wear them when we aren’t here?”

Me: “Well no. We don’t have to, because it’s just us.”

Tammy Lynn: “Well, don’t mind us. Seeing you guys won’t big a big deal. We’ve seen our little brothers naked lots of times.”

Ryland: “No way! We ain’t getting naked and going swimming with you two here.”

Me: “That’s right. No way we’re skinny dipping in front of you girls.”

My cell phone pings. I pull it out of my pocket and I have a text with a photo attached. The message states, ‘You will want to go skinny dipping or this photo goes to everyone at school.’ I open the photo and it’s of Ryland and me standing knee deep in the creek totally naked with our boy parts in full view. Someone was here taking photos of us and we never knew it. Now someone has to be watching and listening to us, because they just sent this message to us. I show Ryland the message and the photo. He goes pale and his eyes bug out.

Ryland: “Heck. How they get that photo. Well, it don’t matter any way. Lots of boys skinny dip. It’s no big deal if they show it.”

I know for sure Ryland’s bluffing with his bravado. He’s as scared as I am about anyone seeing this photo. Then his phone pings. He stares at me as he takes it out of his pocket and reads the text with me looking over his shoulder to read it too. ‘How about this one.’ There on his phone is a video of him jerking me off. It must have been the last time I won on our fish betting game.

Me: “Oh My! Oh My! Oh My! What are we going to do now?”

Sue Ellen: “You’re going to strip naked and go for a swim.”

Tammy Lynn: “For starters any way.”

Ryland: “What do you mean, for starters?”

Sue Ellen: “Don’t worry about it. Just get your clothes off. Tammy and I want to see what you two keep hiding from us.”

Me: “I can’t. I just can’t.”

Ryland: “I can’t do it either. I’ll die of a heart attack if I have to do this.”

Both of our phons ping together. We look and it says. ‘Okay. Sending both photos.’ We both yell out at the same time.

“NO WAIT!

Me: “We’ll do it.”

Ryland: “Just give us some time to figure out how.”

Tammy Lynn: “What do you mean how? Just take your clothes off. You do know how to dress and undress yourself by now don’t you?”

Me: “Of course we do. But we never did it in front of girls before.”

Sue Ellen: “I should hope not. You should never get naked in front of just any strange girl. But we’re your girlfriends, so we should get to see all of you.”

Me: “But Sue Ellen. This is so embarrassing. Please don’t make me do this.”

Sue Ellen: “I don’t know what you’re talking about. We’re not making you do anything.”
Tammy Lynn: “Heck no. You’re our boyfriends. We would never make you do anything you didn’t want to do.”

Sue Ellen: “That’s right. We just want you to show us how you swim when you’re here. That’s all.”

Me: “But that means we got to get naked.”

Ryland: “And your friend is sure making us do it.”

Tammy Lynn: “Friend? What are you talking about. We don’t have any friend making you do anything. It’s just Sue and me here.”

Ryland: “Ya right. You don’t know anything about the person on our phones, threatening us?”

Sue Ellen: “Someone’s threatening you? Show us.”

Me: “No way. You can’t see those photos. No way.”

Sue Ellen: “I promise you Edmond. We don’t have anyone else doing anything. We just wanted to come and see you. That’s all.”

Ryland: “Then who’s sending these texts?”

Tammy Lynn: “We don’t know. Doesn’t it say who it’s from?”

Ryland: “No. It’s unknown.”

Tammy Lynn: “Just show us and maybe we can figure it out.”

Me: “NO! Ryland they can’t see that photo on your phone. I’d die for sure if they ever see it.”

Our phones ping at the same time. Text. ‘Your time’s up. Get naked or I’m sending the photos.’

Ryland: “We ain’t got no choice, Edmond.”

Me: “I know.”

We stare out into the brush around us, knowing that someone has to be out there watching us, as we pull our tee shirts up over our heads. We kick our sandals off before unsnapping and pulling our shorts down and stepping out of them, leaving us standing in front of our girlfriends in just our briefs. We turn our backs to the girls to pull our briefs down, but then our phones ping yet again and we don’t even have to look at them to know what is going to be on it, so we turn back around and pull our briefs down and off, standing naked in front of our girlfriends with our boners full on display.

Sue Ellen: “Oh wow, Edmond. You’re awesome. You don’t have anything to be embarrassed about here for sure.”

Okay. My face is red hot. Yes, she can say I don’t need to be embarrassed, but that doesn’t change the fact that I’m stark naked with two girls staring at my junk. I glance over at Ryland and he’s obviously just as embarrassed as I am. He’s looking in every direction except at Tammy Lynn. He doesn’t want to make eye contact with her, just as much as I don’t want to make eye contact with Sue Ellen. That would make this whole thing so much more real.

Me: “Can we go swim now. Please.”

I plead, not because I want to swim, but because at least the water will give my boner some covering.

Sue Ellen: “Sure.”

Even though she’s giving me permission to swim, I can see the disappointment in her eyes when I turn for the water.

Ryland and I aren’t really wanting to swim. We just sort of get in and stand there with the water high enough to cover our dangily parts, staring back at the bank.

Me: “Who do you think is actually making us do this?”

Ryland: “I don’t know, but if they have those photos, just think of what else they took photos of.”

Me: “Oh My. You mean.”

Ryland: “Ya!”

Me: “Oh My!”

We aren’t in the water very long before Tammy Lynn is calling us out of the creek.

Tammy Lynn: “Um. Guys. I just got a text. It says something about you guys need to come out of the water and do something special for us. Do you have something special for us?”

Ryland: “No. Isn’t us being stark naked special enough for you?”

Sue Ellen: “Yes, but evidently this person on the phone thinks there’s something even more special you can do for us. So come on and show us.”

Me: “I don’t want to get out of the creek. You’ll see me nakers again. Once was more than enough. Can’t you just go.”

Sue Ellen: “How rude of you Edmond. For that, we’re staying here until you show us every special thing this phone says for you to show us. No get over here.”

I don’t want to do this, but again, I have no choice. I sure don’t want that photo of me shown to kids at school. I’d never hear the end of their teasing. I look over at Ryland, who I know doesn’t want to get out of the creek either, but we just nod at each other and slowly wade back to the bank and out of the water with our now soft dingles on display.

Ryland: “So what is it we’re supposed to show you, other than our peters.”

Tammy Lynn: “Heck. We don’t know. The text just said to call you up on the bank and you’d show us something special.”

Ryland yells out into the brush.

Ryland: “Okay pervert. We’re here. Naked. What are we supposed to do now.”

Ryland’s phone pings and there is just a one word text. ‘Wank.’

Ryland: “You’re kidding right. You already have a photo of us doing that. Why do we have to do it in front of girls?”

His phone pings again. ‘Waiting.’

Ryland shows me both texts and I go weak in the knees. Surely they don’t want us to do it right here in front of Tammy Lynn and Sue Ellen. It’s too humiliating to even imagine, let alone actually do. Yet, I glance over at Ryland and he grabs his dingle and begins playing with it. Both girls gasp when they see what he’s doing. I close my eyes and grit my teeth as I grab my dingle and begin playing with it too. Soon we are both boned up and stroking our sensitive boy toys. I hear Ryland moan as he gets into the awesome feeling that playing with yourself provides. Soon I’m moaning as well. I keep my eyes closed tightly. I don’t want to see the girls staring at us. I don’t even want to think about what is going through their minds right now as their naked boyfriends are jerking off right in front of them. Soon I hear Ryland go over the edge which pushes me over it too. I’m squirting like I’ve never squirted before. It’s even more intense than when Ryland jerks me off. As I finish off, I drop to my knees, no longer able to stand up by myself.

When I open my eyes, Ryland is on his knees also and both girls are staring down on us with their mouths hanging wide open.

Sue Ellen: “That was so awesome. I never imagined it would be that spectacular.”

Tammy Lynn: “Oh my! That was so cool. Ryland, I so can’t wait to make you do that.”
Sue Ellen: “Look at all that stuff dripping from their wieners.”

Sure enough Ryland and I are both dripping. We have it on our fingers and all over our dicks.

Tammy Lynn: “I never knew it was so messy. What do boys do to clean yourselves up afterwards?”

Just as I begin telling her how we clean up my phone pings. ‘Show her. You clean Peckerhead’s dick up and he can clean your dick up, using only your mouths.’ I show Ryland the text and he smiles. He actually smiles.

Me: “What the heck are you smiling about?”

Ryland: “Well it looks like you are finally going to do what I’ve been hinting at for weeks.”

Me: “Oh no. I’m not doing it.”

My phone pings again and this time there is a photo of Ryland and me shooting our stuff out in front of Tammy Lynn and Sue Ellen. This isn’t an old photo that could have been taken anytime in the past. This is a photo that was taken just minutes ago. Someone is out there watching and photographing us. They don’t even have to threaten me this time. I so know I don’t want that photo seen by anyone.

Me: “Ryland how do we do this. I just want to get it over with.”

Ryland: “The quickest way is for both of us to do it to each other at the same time.”

Me: “How do we do that?”

Ryland: “Lay down on the ground and I’ll lay the opposite way so we can clean up the other one together.”

I so can’t believe I’m doing this at all. Let alone doing it in front of Sue Ellen and Tammy Lynn. Of course I also know the mystery person is taking photos of us also. I try to block all of this out of my mind as I lie down on the ground and soon Ryland is lying down also and I see his messy dick right in front of my face.

Tammy Lynn: “What are you guys doing?”

Neither of us have the nerve to tell the girls what the last text was about. Now they are confused as to why we’re lying on the ground like this. I can’t bring myself to say it out loud. I’m just too ashamed. So Ryland has to explain it to them.

Ryland: “The text said we have to clean each other up using only our mouths.”

Sue Ellen: “WHAT!”

Tammy Lynn: “You mean you’re going to suck each other?”

I shudder when Tammy Lynn says it out loud like that. It sounds so nasty. I so want to hide someplace. I want to disappear and never be seen again. I can’t answer her. I just can’t acknowledge that is what I’m going to do.

Ryland: “Yep. It seems so.”

With that last confirmation, I feel something warm surround my dick. Ryland has put my wet, soft, sticky dick into his mouth and is cleaning it with his tongue. I so don’t want to do this. I close my eyes yet again and hold my breath as I open my mouth and take Rylands sticky dick inside. I almost gag right off, but try to just get it over with. I close my lips around his shaft and begin moving my tongue over his soft wiggling dick. To my surprise it doesn’t taste all that bad. Once I get going, it isn’t as bad as I had imagined having another boy’s dick in my mouth. As Ryland tongues my dick, I can feel it swelling again. I can also feel Ryland’s dick growing in my mouth.

I hear a phone ping.

Sue Ellen: “It’s mine.”

Sue Ellen: “The text says, ‘Tell the boys to continue all the way,’ and when they have finished off again, they need to clean each other up, then they are done for today.”

I know exactly what that means. I have to suck on Ryland’s dick until he squirts again and suck it all down until his dick is completely clean before this nightmare is over. I know Ryland understands it also, because his tongue stopped cleaning my dick as Sue Ellen read the text, then I could feel his lips closing around my hard shaft as he pumped my dick with his mouth. Ryland is face sucking me, right in front of the girls. I promised myself never to suck another boy’s dick, but here I am, with Ryland’s dick in my mouth and I have to suck it all the way. As his dick grows and gets harder, it no longer fits inside my mouth, so I do like Ryland and wrap my lips around his shaft and begin jerking him off with my mouth. I can feel his body tensing up as mine tenses up also. We both squirt at about the same time. Ryland might have been a second before me, but no more than that. Ryland’s hot sperms fill my mouth and I struggle to swallow it all. I guess it’s a good thing he had already shot off once otherwise there would have been way too much for me.

These are the oddest feelings I’ve ever felt and they are all jumbled up together. There is fear. I mean girls are seeing me. Girls I know very well. Girls in my school who might talk to other girls about this. Yes, fear is there. Shame. Oh yes. Shame. I’m so ashamed of what I’m doing I want to pull myself in a hole and cover it over with me in it. Excitement. This is the most exciting thing I’ve ever done in my life. My body is trembling with so much adrenaline flowing through it, from the excitement. Pride. Yes. As odd as it sounds, I’m so proud the girls like my naked body. They like the looks of my dick. It’s not to small, but just right. They like it and that makes me proud. Brave. I feel very courageous, for doing all this stuff, with all these witnesses, even when I didn’t want to do them. Love. Now this is the oddest of all the feelings in me right now and it’s very odd to admit. I love Ryland more than I thought possible. I feel love from him also. I even feel love from my girlfriend. She’s not laughing at me or anything. She seems to be supporting me in all of this.

Then to my shock and horror, I also feel love for and from the person on the phone making me do this. This is stuff I dream about in my wet dreams but would never do in a million years, yet this person, whoever they are, knows my dreams and is making sure I fulfill them. That is love when a person helps you to live your dreams, even if you didn’t know you wanted to.

Once I have Ryland’s dick clean and soft again, I roll over on my back and just lay there with my wet soft dick lying on my stomach, for all to see, without the slightest urge to cover it up. Sue Ellen even sits down beside me and rubs my chest, belly and even my dick, and I just lie there and let her.

Sue Ellen: “Edmond. You know. You’re be bravest boy I know. You’re also the cutest.”

Me: “Thanks. I guess I’m okay with playing strip poker now.”

Sue Ellen: “Ya. But what makes you think I want to play now that I’ve seen all your secrets.”

I know she’s kidding me, because she’s giggling. She’ll want to get me naked every chance she can, now that she’s seen my beast of a body.

Ryland and I just lie on the bank and talk to the girls for another hour. Us stark naked and not thinking anything about it. None of the phones ping again. Evidently whoever was on the other end of it, is gone. Neither Ryland nor I ever hear from that person ever again. We do still come here to fish and sometimes the girls come with us. We always fish naked now and jerk off in the open a lot. I’ve played strip poker with Sue Ellen many times and I always end up naked and she never gets naked. I think she cheats.

My two favorite things in life are still fishing and penises.

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