The Great Fishing Secret Revealed

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The Great Fishing Secret Revealed
by Zynder

My name is Zebedee Zaragoza and I’m fourteen years old. My father was Zachariah Zaragoza the Third. My brother was Zachariah Zaragoza the Fourth. My grandfather is Zachariah Zaragoza the second. You guessed it, my great grandfather was the original Zachariah Zaragoza. I never knew him because he died before I was born. My father and older brother, along with my mother, were all killed in a car crash when I was twelve-years-old. I would have been killed also, except I was home sick that day when they drove to my brother’s soccer match and a drunk driver t-boned their car causing it to flip over and over again. My grandfather, Zachariah Zaragoza along with his brother, my great uncle Zebedee Zaragoza were both at the funeral, along with my mother’s brother, my uncle Jason Taylor along with his wife, Aunt Jean and their four sons.

I was distraught, my Grandfather was distraught, and Uncle Jason was distraught, because the three of us lost direct blood relatives. Mother, father, brother, son, grandson, sister and nephew. I was left alone. My world caved in around me. During the family gathering after the funeral, it was decided that I should go to live with Uncle Jason and Aunt Jean, because they have four sons who can help me get on with my life. Grandpa Zaragoza will pay for all my needs and Uncle Zebedee will check in on me to make sure I am okay. Everyone agreed to this arrangement. Well, everyone except for me. I wasn’t asked. I was told this is the way it will happen.

If I had been asked, I would have told everyone I wanted to live with Uncle Zebedee. Why, Uncle Zebedee? Because first off, I am named after him. Second, Uncle Zebedee never married, so he had time for me and we liked each other. Uncle Jason and Aunt Jean don’t like me much and their boys despise me. Why? Because I’m a Zaragoza and Zaragoza’s have money. Even I have money now that my parents and brother are dead. I inherited everything including the huge life-insurance policy. Now, everything went into a trust fund, by Uncle Zebedee’s insistence, where I only get a monthly stipend. Why did he insist? Because Uncle Jason and Aunt Jean only agreed to take me, because there was money to be had. My stipend and what money Grandpa would send them for extras. Uncle Zebedee understood it and did what he could to safeguard my money. It’s bad enough to lose my whole family in death, he for sure didn’t want me to lose my inheritance to greed. That is also why Uncle Zebedee sees me every Saturday and we go do something. That something is usually fishing. Uncle Zebedee loves to fish.

I had to move in with my cousins. Fourteen-year-old Jason Jr. Twelve-year-old Jackson. The same age as me at the time. Along with the twins, ten-year-olds Joseph and Jamison. Yes, this family has a thing for “J” names. But then the Zaragoza family have a thing for “Z” names. The twins have their own bedroom together. Jason being the oldest insisted on keeping his own room, which meant I got to bunk in with Jackson. He was not pleased at sharing his room with me. I totally understand. Like him I was also on the cusp of puberty and didn’t want anyone seeing me naked. Both of us being twelve made it an obvious choice in us sharing a room. It was inevitable.

Inevitability happened as soon as we got to their house that first night. They have a ranch style home. Boys at one end and adults at the other. So, the adults never knew what the boys were up to at their end of the house, and it seemed they liked it that way. When we arrived at the house the adults told us boys to change out of our good clothes, which seemed to me as logical and non-threatening. It was logical, but it wasn’t non-threatening. As soon as we got to the boy’s room all four of them jumped me and held me down on the floor spread eagle.

“We hear you Zaragoza boys have big ding-dongs. We finally get the chance to find out with no adults to stop us.”

My belt is unbuckled. My trousers are unfastened and unzipped. They are pull down to my ankles. My briefs are grabbed and yanked down to my trousers and all four boys stare at my four-inch bald penis. This is the scariest thing that has ever happened to me, up to this point in my life. I was always shy, timid and very modest. Even my brother Zachariah had never seen me naked since I was about eight or so when we stopped taking baths together. So, to say I was horrified at what just happened doesn’t do justice to how I actually felt. My embarrassment at being skinned like this was more than humiliating, it was horrific.

“Jason. His dick is a good inch longer than yours and you’re two years older than him.”

“I can see that Jackson and he’s two inches longer than you and the twins.”

“We gotta see how big he gets boned up. Joey. Jamie. Play with his dinger and make it hard like you do with Jackson and me.”

To my horror the twins grab my dick and balls and play with them until I have a full five-and-a-half inch boner. Like I said before up to that point it was the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to me. They just made it even more humiliating. I was laid out spread eagle with my boner and balls on display by my cousins, who I already knew hated me, but this goes beyond hatred. Way far beyond hatred.

“WOW! Look at the size of that thing.”

“It’s huge.”

“Go ahead and see what it can do.”

The twins rub my balls and stroke my boner until I have a dry orgasm. I’m trembling all over with fear and humiliation at what these boys are doing to me. They stripped me and masturbated me. It doesn’t get more humiliating than that. My cousins treat me like entertainment.

“Well. At least he can’t shoot off like you can Jason.”

“True. So, that still makes me the boss in the boy’s wing right?”

“Heck ya. You’ll always be the boss, Jason. Zeb here doesn’t even count. He’s just squatting here.”

They made it official. I’m not even family. I’m merely a squatter.

“Then if I’m the boss then I say strip him naked and keep him that way when he’s on our end of the house.”

“Awesome. That way we can always see the freak.”

“That’s a great name for him Jack. The Freak.”

That’s when all four of them, stripped me naked while chanting.

“Freak. Freak. Freak. Freak.”

That has been my life for the past two years. At fourteen, I’ve now squatted in their house for two years. I’m mostly naked in their house. Even though now my dick is seven inches long soft and nine-inches long hard, Jason is still the boss with his tiny dick compared to mine. I’m still just as shy, timid and modest as I have always been, but they don’t let me be by myself at home. I can never get away from them. Not even on Uncle Zebedee’s Saturdays. Uncle Jason insisted my cousins come with us, because him and Aunt Jean need a break from watching me. Heck, I rarely see them. They are too busy spending my money. Uncle Zebedee was so right about putting the bulk of my inheritance in trust or they would have already spent it all by now. As it is they take my stipend and what they can weasel out of Grandpa and spend all of it. I don’t even get lunch money for school. I have to brown bag my lunch. I never get new clothes anymore. I get Jason’s or Jackson’s hand-me-downs. If I need a new coat, then I get one of the other boys old coats and Aunt Jean takes that boy out shopping for a new coat with my money.

I made the mistake of complaining once. Once was enough and the consequences of that complaint still haunt me to this day. I had been there for about six months and got tired of having to be naked back in the boy’s wing of the house, so I told Aunt Jean what they were making me do. That night, which was family movie night, Aunt Jean told me to stand up and strip off my clothes, because her and Uncle Jason wanted to see what all the fuss was about. I refused. There was no way I was going to get naked in front of them. They just had the boys strip me again. I stood in front of my Aunt and Uncle stark naked and they just stared at my dick and said the ominous words that still haunt me.

“You’re right boys. Zeb is a Freak. He does need to go naked, so everyone can see what a freak his is; so, Zeb, from now on you will stay naked in this house. All of this house, not just the boy’s wing.”

From that day on, not only did they see me naked, but so do their friends and friends of friends. I’m the Freak Show people come to see. They love how red my face gets while that stare at my dick and balls. Zebedee the Freak. Everyone look at the snake between his legs. Every day my embarrassment grows. I’m surprised I haven’t had a heart attack. As I have gotten older and my penis has grown, now I’m more of a Freak than ever. I know my cousins are making money by selling tickets to come see the Freak. I doubt there is a single student in our school system that hasn’t seen my dick and balls. The only good thing, if you can call any of this good is that Uncle Jason made a hard rule that no photos be taken of me naked or even of just my dick and balls. But he didn’t make that rule for my benefit and because of my embarrassment. He made that rule because he doesn’t want any proof that I’m made to go naked at home. If I ever said anything, it would be the word of six of them against one of me and with no proof, I would just be thought of as an ungrateful spoiled rich brat. I learned my lesson early-on with complaining to Aunt Jean and ending up forever naked. Keep your mouth shut and just do it.

The obvious question you might think. Why not tell grandpa. I never see grandpa. Uncle Jason tells me that, his lose of my dad, his only son, was more than he could bear. He is in seclusion someplace and no one knows where or how to get in touch with him. What about Uncle Zebedee? Honestly, what can he do? He’s just my uncle and he didn’t seem to want me at the time my parents died and I’m not sure he actually cares about me at all. Yes, he comes and takes all of us boys out every single Saturday, but he gets to the place he wants to fish and then goes off on his own, leaving me with the cousins. It’s not like I ever get to talk to him and even if I did the cousins would make sure it was never alone. Uncle Jason and Aunt Jean sends them with me to spy on me and to see if I get any extra money from Uncle Zebedee.

You see. Uncle Zebedee is even richer than Grandpa, his brother. They first started out in business together. The sheep business in Australia. They raise sheep, sold their wool and some times their meat. They sold lambs. That is where they made their first million dollars. Then they sold the sheep ranch and invested in other ranchers who raise sheep or want to raise sheep. That is where they really made it rich. Millions and millions. Then my family died. Grandpa was no longer interested in the business, so Uncle Zebedee bought him out and now the business belongs to just Uncle Zebedee. He then diversified. Yes, I know those words because I’m taking business courses in school. He invests in people who want to raise exotic animals. Ostriches, lamas, alpacas, buffalo, and those kinds of animals. He’s made lots more money there. To say Uncle Zebedee is rich is the grossest understatement you can make. He’s filthy rich. That is why my cousin spies go with me everywhere, to make sure I don’t tap into some of that wealth. Now, I’m not poor. My trust fund is doing great and is making me more money every year. It’s just I can’t tap it until I’m twenty-five years old. Why twenty-five? My Uncle Zebedee again looking out for me. Uncle Jason has guardianship over me until I am twenty-one or still in school whichever is longer. Notice I said guardianship. Grandpa actually has legal custody over me, not Uncle Jason which is why he can’t go to court and get things changed out of my name into his. He can’t even get his name added to any of my accounts. Uncle Zebedee is really smart when it comes to protecting my money, just not so smart in protecting me.

Today is Saturday and Uncle Zebedee will be here soon to take us fishing again. I actually love fishing, it’s just the places he takes us, he catches all the fish and we are lucky to catch a handful between all of us. His silver limousine pulls up and all five of us boys go out and get in the back. Uncle Zebedee is driving as usual. Now, when I say limo, I don’t mean the Hollywood kind of limo. No, Uncle Zebedee’s limo is a stretch four by four all terrain vehicle. It has two double axles in the rear. It can go anywhere and from experience that is where Uncle Zebedee takes us too. Anywhere and nowhere. Today is no exception. We’ve driven two hours and are out in the middle of nowhere. We haven’t even been on a road for the last forty-five minutes. I have no idea how Uncle Zebedee finds these places, but he always seems to know exactly where he’s going. Today is no exception. We pull up to a small trickle of a stream. We unload our fishing gear. My cousins gear was bought with my money. We trek up this little trickle of a stream until we come to the main body of water. There are huge boulders on both banks and some even in the middle of he stream, but there is plenty of water to fish in.

“”Here you go boys. Dip your lines in here and see what you can catch. I’m going to go a little ways upstream. See you in a few hours.”

Then off he goes. Like always, he goes fishing by himself leaving me here with the cousins. They put their lines in the water and start fishing. I move a ways away from them, but they make sure I stay within sight. After an hour without catching anything, I notice my cousins have stretched out on the boulders and seem to be taking a nap. This is my opportunity to slip away. I go upstream a ways and try a few deep pockets and don’t catch anything. I haven’t caught anything since we got here. I fish for awhile and then move further upstream. I keep doing this over and over again. By now, I’m a good ways away from the cousins and they haven’t come searching for me, so I decide to just go for it and see if I can find Uncle Zebedee.

I don’t have to go far. I catch sight of him fishing around the next bend in the stream. But that is not watch caches my attention. Oh! No! Not at all! Uncle Zebedee is stark ass naked. I can see all of him including his nine-inch pecker swinging back and forth as he casts his line and reels it back towards him. My Uncle Zebedee is a freak just like me. The very next thing I see is him reeling in fish after fish. He is throwing more fish back than he is keeping. He is catching that many fish. I also notice the more his dick swings the faster he catches fish. Now, there is no way his naked dick swinging back and forth can have anything to do with catching fish. It just isn’t scientific. Yet, when his dick is hanging still, no bites. When it is swinging, he gets bite after bite. Could this be the secret to catching fish? I’ve heard of fishermen going naked on fishing trawlers. I have even seen photos online of boys going naked on sailing ships. I wonder if there is a connection between being naked and water. I have to try this out.

I back away from where Uncle Zebedee is fishing to a spot I didn’t even get a nibble and look around to make sure no one can see me and strip off my hand-me-down clothes. Once naked and my now fourteen-year-old, seven-inch dick free of clothing, I let it swing as I cast out my line and immediately get a bite. I’m so shocked a fish hit that I miss it, but that isn’t the point. The point is being naked with a swinging dick is the secret to getting fish to bite. I start catching fish. I catch so many fish I have to start letting some go back and just keep the really big ones. This is fun. I totally lose track of time and the fact that I’m stark naked in the wilderness. Well, until I hear the clearing of someone’s throat behind me.

“Ugg Uggg. So, Nephew, I see you discovered the family secret of how to catch fish.”

“Yes sir. Let me get dressed.”

“No. Go ahead and fish. I’ll just sit here on this boulder and watch you.”

Now, the idea of someone else seeing me naked, let alone it being my uncle is disconcerting, but what can I do? He told me to keep fishing. So, I fish while he stares at my nakedness. I can feel my face get hot with embarrassment.

“Zeb. It looks like you inherited the family blessing?”

“Blessing? What blessing.”

“Your dick, Zeb. You inherited the Zaragoza dick.”

“Uncle Zebedee. This ain’t no blessing. It just makes me a freak!”

“Freak! What makes you think your long penis makes you a freak?”

“Because Uncle Jason says it makes me a freak. Aunt Jean says it makes me a freak. All my cousins say it makes me a freak. They make me go naked at home, so they can sell tickets to see the side show freak with the seven-inch dick.”

“They do what?” How long? How long has this been happening?”

“Since the first day when my cousins held me down and stripped me naked to look at my dick. I was so humiliated and it only got worse since then. I so hate people seeing me naked.”

“I’m so sorry, Seb. I didn’t know. The reason I take you out on Saturdays is to keep up with how they treat you. I knew they were after your money, but I didn’t think they would treat you bad like that.”

“They did. They knew I hated to be seen naked and they made me do it anyway.”

“You don’t like being naked? I don’t understand. I came around the corner and saw you fishing naked and thought you enjoy it like the rest of our family likes going naked.”

“Wait. Our family likes going naked? Mom and dad never did. They never had my brother and I go naked.”

“That is because of your mother and her family, not the Zaragoza family. We like showing-off our long dongs.”

“Is that why you didn’t let me come to live with you?”

“Yes. Zeb. We had a long meeting after the funeral. I don’t know if you remember. But in that meeting your Grandpa and I decided it would be best for you to live with your Uncle Jason.”

“Ya. But why?”

“Your Uncle Jason made it clear that a boy of twelve shouldn’t live in a house with all naked men in it. The way he expressed it, made it clear if I took you home to live with me he would cause trouble. I could handle any trouble he tried to cause, but neither your Grandpa or I felt you could handle it in the distraught condition you were in.”

“You live naked?”

“Yes, and all my servants are naked as well. They are all male, which could have also posed a problem with a narrow minded judge, but I can handle that kind of scandal, but I knew you couldn’t. Not at your age of just learning who you are and of course just after losing your family.”

“I understand why you couldn’t take me home to live with you then, but can you take me home to live with you now?”

“I told you we all live naked in my house and you said you aren’t comfortable being naked.”

“Uncle Zebedee. The one thing my Uncle Jason and his family did for me is to teach me not to be afraid of people seeing my naked body. Like right now. You are looking at it and it isn’t freaking me out. You don’t even look like you’re looking at a freak.”

“Oh! Zeb. You’re not a freak. My boy you are perfect. All the Zaragoza’s are going to love you.”

“Does that mean I can come home with you?”

“Is that really what you want?”

“Yes. Sir. More than anything.”

“Then pack up your rod and lets go. Are those your clothes?”

“No. They are hand-me-downs from my cousins.”

“Hand-me-downs. Do you own any of your own clothes?”

“Uncle Zebedee. I don’t own anything of my own.”

“Nothing? Nothing at all?”

“No sir. Uncle Jason takes all the money that comes for me and keeps it for himself, so I have nothing.”

“Oh! We are so going to stop that as of today. Just leave those clothes there. We will have a complete wardrobe made for you when we get to your new home.”

I follow Uncle Zebedee back downstream still naked. When my cousins see me with Uncle Zebedee there is only two words that come out of their mouths.
“OH! SHIT!”

“You boys got that right. Pack up and get in the limo. Zeb. Up front with me.”

My cousins looked scared. The very first time I’ve ever seen fear in any of them. When we are all in the vehicle, Uncle Zebedee raises the window between the front and the back. I can see my cousins, but I can’t hear their arguing over who’s fault this is, which means that can’t hear me and Uncle Zebedee. No sooner than we are back on pavement, Uncle Zebedee pushes a button and instantly Grandpa appears on a screen.

“Hey Zeb. What’s the urgency. I didn’t expect your call until later tonight to tell me about my grandson.”

“Zach. Zeb is here with me on the call.”

“Hi Grandpa.”

He looks my direction and he freezes for a second.

“Zeb. You’re naked.”

“Yes Grandpa. Uncle Zebedee told me to leave my hand-me-down clothes at the fishing spot and just come with him still naked.”

“So, you were fishing naked. Were you catching a lot of fish? WAIT! Did you say, hand-me-down clothes? Why would my grandson be wearing hand-me-down anything?”

Before I can say anything else, Uncle Zebedee takes over the conversation and fills Grandpa in on everything and I mean everything, including my cousins stripping me naked right after the funeral. Grandpa was not happy. You could even say he was really, really angry. It also seemed to me that he wasn’t all that distraught anymore. Uncle Jason said my Grandpa was still distraught, which is why he’s never talked to me since the funeral.

“Grandson. By the time you get to your uncle Jason’s house, he will no longer be your guardian. Your Uncle Zebedee will be your new Guardian. The reason for that is because I moved to Australia and you live in America, and I don’t want to pull you away from everything you know. But now that I can see that you aren’t still distraught over your parents passing, I will be visiting you soon.”

“They told you I was still distraught.”

“Yes. Zebbie. You don’t mind me calling you Zebbie do you, because otherwise it’s going to get really confusing you living with my bother Zeb?

“Grandpa. You can call me anything you want to call me, just so long as you call me. I have really missed you.”
“I have missed you too, Zebbie. I will call you every day. But for now, Zeb has a lot to do, so I’m going to get off here and let the two of you handle things.”

“Zebbie. You don’t mind do you?”

“No Uncle Zebedee, that’s fine.”

“Good. Then Zebbie, you should just start calling me Uncle and not the whole name thing. We are going to drop these spoiled brats off at home and then I’m taking you to your new home, where we’ll have a big meal, because I remember how hungry teens get and then you’ll be fitted for new clothes. While they are fitting you for new clothes, I’ll explain just how rich you really are, because well you own half of your Grandfather’s company.”

“What? How?”

“Your grandfather decided to retire from the business. So, he sold me half of his shares and put away the other half for you, his only living heir. So, Zebbie, you are half owner in a sheep investing company, headquartered in Australia. Which means my dear nephew you are worth around fifteen million dollars as of closing Friday.”

“Does Uncle Jason know?”

“Absolutely not. Your Grandpa isn’t stupid. He knows all of those Taylor’s are money-grubbers. But before your Grandpa got off the phone with us, your Uncle Jason lost all legal ties to you forevermore. Well unless you wish to grant him some legal access to you.”

“Oh! Hell no! Excuse my language, Uncle, but I never want to see that family again.”

We pull up to my cousins house and in the doorway is Uncle Jason and Aunt Jean and both of them are wearing the ugliest faces I’ve ever seen. My cousins see them and don’t want to get out of the limo. It takes some coaxing from Uncle to get them to leave the vehicle and as soon as they do we pull away, leaving them to face their parents on their own. They obviously know their gravy train has been taken off the rails and they know just who to blame for it as well. Maybe they can be the naked Freaks of the house now? Who knows and really who cares.

Uncle drives to the other side of town. The expensive, luxury side of town. He passes through it and up a hill that overlooks the luxury homes beneath with their plush well manicured grass and shrubbery. We approach a wrought iron gate with two security guards attending it. They let us through with a slight nod. The drive ahead goes straight back to a huge mansion. I can see it clearly from the main gate and yet it has to be ten football fields away. About one football field in Uncle stops.

“Sebbie. Do you see this road off to our left and right.”

“Yes Uncle.”

“That is security’s service road. The space behind us, between this service road and the perimeter wall has intense electronic security. Motion sensors, heat senors, high definition cameras, infrared cameras, ultraviolet cameras and much more electronic surveillance devices. You are never to go into that area. Everything out in front of you is open for you to explore and play in, just not in the security perimeter. Do you understand? Do you have any questions?”

“I understand Uncle and I only have one question.”

“What is that?”

“Clothes or no clothes?”

“No clothes. There is no reason to wear clothes inside the gates of this estate unless you are security. All security personnel will be wearing clothing, no matter were they are on the grounds or in the house.”

“So, Uncle. You are overdressed then.”

“You are so right. My bad.”

Uncle steps out of the vehicle and strips naked before getting back in to drive us up to the house. I didn’t think he would do it, but he did and in doing so excited my dick so much it’s now standing tall at nine-and-a-half inches. I thought my boner is huge until I look over and see Uncle’s dick swelling to a full thirteen-inches tall. Yes, we are a family of freaks and proud of it. So, much so, that we parade our freakiness out so all can see it.

As soon as the vehicle stops, a naked man with a normal four inch dick opens my door. He takes one look at me and smiles.

“Welcome home, Master Sebbie.”

“Thank you. I’m happy to finally be home.”

“I can see by looking at you that you’re happy.”

Yes, he’s staring right at my boner when he says that.

I walk into the house and there are naked men everywhere. Swinging dicks of all sizes. Just none as big as mine or Uncles. I stare at all of them and they stare right back at my boner swinging to and fro, like the mast on a sailing ship.

It seems no one is embarrassed by nudity here. I still am, but I’m not going to let that stop me from enjoying living here rather than with my other family. It just means that I’ll probably be sporting a boner for the next few weeks or months or years until I get used to people seeing me naked.

By Monday, I have a full set of new school uniforms. I’m now going to a private school and I have permission to invite any male guest that I wish as long as they are willing to be naked while here. To my surprise, I meet two boys, who seem to be bullied a lot by some of the other boys, because they are attending this very exclusive school on scholarship instead of on family money. I take to them right away. I’ve been bullied. I was bullied by my own relatives. So, I understand what it is to be different. I bring them both home with me the very first day. I discover they are even more embarrassed about going naked than I am, but they do it and we have a blast together. I also discover they are very smart. At the genius level smart. Uncle congratulates me after they go home, on making the right kind of friends. Smart is so much better than popular. I have to agree with him there.

Well, I am going to end telling my story here. But I will tell you that I never really get comfortable going naked and neither do my two best friends that stay with me even after we all graduate and take over part of the business. Their genius helps me and Uncle make a few more million.

To the Taylor’s dismay a lot more was revealed than just my family’s fishing secret. All of the family secrets were revealed on that fishing trip where my cousins fell asleep on the boulders. One of which is that it isn’t so bad being a Freak!

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