Fisherman

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copyright 1987 by Mike Khan - dedicated to Sysop Mike G.

"THE FISHERMAN" from The Leatherjacket Tales by Mike Khan

It was a bright sunny day in November. As was my habit, I took my afternoon walk by the beach. My black leather jacket was unbuttoned as this day was more like spring than autumn. I kept a quick stride in my black, high boots as I headed towards my favorite place. The sun was bright, but my mirrored lenses protected my eyes from the rays and prevented the world from knowing my glance. There weren't many people around. Of course, the same group of retired folks sat sunning themselves by the closed ranger's station. The American flag blew in the warm breeze heading out towards the water. I smiled as I walked by staring off into the distance woods which was naked of its leaves. Finally, I arrived at my place by the rocks. From here I felt certain inner silence as I looked out at the distant lighthouse. The breeze caressed my dark hair which was longer than its normal length. I looked over to my right, down towards the end of the jetty. There was a young man sitting with his fishing pole. He had long, straight black hair and wore an army jacket. His white dog rested obediently by his side. There was something very familiar about him. We each looked at the other and smiled. Yes, I had seen him before. It was near the end of the summer. I watched him as he stood in the water fishing. Our eyes had met back then, but nothing more had happened. I recall wondering about his ancestry. He was a handsome lad, no doubt about that. He had a smooth muscular form. His features were oriental, but not chinese. His skin was golden brown. I thought how he looked like the boys who fished by the river in Saigon so long ago. Perhaps that was the key - this young, handsome Vietnamese boy had come from so far away.

I don't know what it was that attracted me to him. My style ran in a much different vein, yet he had a certain peace about him. My mind returned to the present as the roar of a jet plane drew my attention. There it was, floating free as a bird this great white prince of the sky. Its long blue line ran down the mid-section and a large, blue sun marked its tail. Slowly it came down over the waters and faded as it headed into nearby LaGuardia. A certain sadness filled me as I realized that this great carrier would soon be destined to fade into oblivion. I became more entranced at this thought and continued to look away from the boy.

It seemed almost like a mere second that I was lying in the sun wearing my black Speedos. The warmth of the rays covered my body. So strong was the sun, that it had no trouble penetrating the thick hairs on my chest. I always tanned quickly and was already very dark from the rays. I was tired from my morning workout and the sun seemed to lull me to sleep. I was awaked as I heard footsteps near me. I looked up and there again was the fisherman from last winter. He seemed to be smiling at me and walked right to where I was lying. "Mind if I join you?" he asked with a shy grin. I nodded assent and he sat next to me on the sheet. We talked for a while, laughing at how foolish we each had been in not having met sooner. We decided to pack up our things and go off to the nearby woods for a walk.

The shade from the trees was a relief from the summer sun. We came upon a lone clearing which was protected on all sides by trees and brush. We set our sheet down there. We could still see the island that sat in the bay off in the distance. I removed my mirrored lenses and looked deep into my companions brown eyes. He smiled like a schoolboy who has had his first crush. Our bodies moved closer to each other in the secluded woods. His lip was quivering as I pressed mine to it. We took each other in our arms and passionately embraced. Our moustaches rubbed together and we each smiled as we kissed. I pressed firmer, making the kiss stronger and longer. I looked deeply into his beautiful, oriental eyes. Such a mixture of two cultures we were--I, with my mediterranean look and he, an exceptionally handsome oriental. We stopped for a moment to catch a breath and started kissing again. I laid him back against the sheet. His nipples stood hard and erect on his soft, smooth chest. I worked my way down with my tongue until I was sucking on them. I bit at the ends as I sucked hard causing him to become more aroused. My hand had worked itself down to his swimshorts and I could feel the bulge forming underneath. I laid on top of him now, my own erection directly on his. My lips pressed onto his again and I moved up and down him with my body as our lips and tongues worked together.

We both decided we wanted more. The spot where we were was secluded enough. I removed his swimsuit and then my own and laid on top of him again, our erections touching. His cock was firm as was mine. I turned to his side and reached my hand to his ass. I began to work my finger into his moist lovehole. He, in turn, responded by removing a tube of cream from his gym bag. He worked the cream onto my already pulsating cock. I put some of the cream on my fingers and lubricated his hole even more. He moaned softly as I worked my fingers deeper into him. Now, however, he wanted the real thing. He moved onto his back, spreading his legs and raising his orifice to me. I took the head of my eight inch cock and began to work it into his hole. "Slowly," he said as he grunted a little from the invasion of his body. I worked my cock in circular motions, moving it deeper into him. He grabbed hold of my ass and pulled me deeper until the cock had penetrated him completely. I looked lovingly into his eyes and bent forward to kiss him as I slowly moved my organ in and out of his body with steady motion. As I increased the movement we embraced even more passionately, our bodies sweating under the summer heat. I stopped for a moment to keep myself from cumming. As I did, I bent down to take the head of his cock into my mouth while my own cock remained deeply inside of him. Although I felt a slight pain from this contortion, he was delighted as I fucked and sucked him simultaneously. I stopped sucking and moved his legs further back. I then began to pound his ass with my cock. Each stroke was harder and firmer, my balls slapping his ass as the root of my cock hit his hole. I worked myself back onto him, our mouths locked as I pumped. Our minds kept shifting from our bodies, to our cocks, to our kisses as the action was faster. Suddenly, I exploded inside of him. My cock kept spurting as if it couldn't stop and the pleasure of the moment seemed to extend beyond the norm. I heard him moan loudly at the same second and felt the warmth of his cum on my stomach. We laid motionless in each others arms, only staring deeply into the other's eyes.

Suddenly, the roar of another overhead plane brought me out of my trance. I shivered as I felt the colder breeze of the late afternoon. I came out of my trance and realized it was still November. The sun was setting and I had to button my jacket to keep the cold from getting in. I couldn't believe that I had just allowed my mind to imagine all of what happened. It seemed so real.

Yet, there was the boy, gathering his fishing gear. I climbed down from the rocks and began to walk back towards the parking lot, still disbelieving that the entire moment was my own dream. As I walked, I heard a voice call from behind me. "Hey!" the voice shouted, "wait up a second."

I hesitated for a moment. The young fisherman ran up beside me. "Mind if I walk with you a moment?" he asked shyly. I smiled back at him, "why not." As we spoke I thought to myself that perhaps it won't be a dream for long.

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