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Horniest Catch -- Part 1
It isn't easy growing up a closeted gay boy in a small town, especially one like mine, a small fishing village two hours from Boston. I'm 18, just out of high school, and if I don't make some killer money this summer, there's no way I'm ever going to get out of this place and go to college in the a city. There's only one way to make big money in my town, and that's on one of the big fishing boats, but those jobs are almost impossible to get. You need to be related to one of the boat owners or captains, or have lots of experience, for them to take you on. It can be a sweet deal if the fishing is rich. After paying expenses, the boat's owner gets half of the money, and the captain and crew gets the other half. Even the lowliest greenhorn's share his first time out can be five to ten times what one could make working 60 hours a week at one of the local seafood restaurants or seafood processing plants, the only other jobs around here.
I didn't have any experience, and I didn't have any family in the business. In fact, we just moved here two years ago, when my mom got a job as the head chef at one of the local restaurants. She had a job for me there, but I really needed to hook on with one of the big boats or I was looking at spending the rest of my youth either cooking fish, packing fish, or delivering platters of fish to tables. I grew up in a big city, and this small town life was really cramping my style. Before, I went to a really hip urban high school, where a gay kid could have a relatively normal existence. I didn't have a boyfriend there, but one of the star jocks two grades older, Ryan Matthews, took a liking to me, and we were always together. Since Ryan was banging the hottest girl in school, no one made a big deal about him and I hanging out together, and also he was my next door neighbor. I wasn't out in school, but a few guys knew that I was into fooling around with other dudes, mostly because they were teammates of Ryan. Ryan, although he professed to be straight, introduced me to cocksucking on my 13th birthday (a story for another time), and ever since that day, I couldn't get enough of his big, beautiful cock. He and I both knew it, and he used to have me service any way he wanted him any time he was horny. Looking back on it now, I was more sex slave than blow buddy, but I loved every second of it, and I really missed having a real man like Ryan in my life. His teammates too. Ryan had no problem sharing my deep throat and hot ass with a select few of his jock buddies, as long as they could keep their mouths shut about it.
My junior and senior years in high school, my sex life revolved around my right hand, internet porn, a local phone sex line, and a butt plug. There was one older married straight guy I had met off the chat line who used to use me for oral sex every couple of weeks, but that was about it. I tried to put the moves on one of the wrestling guys from my school one night when we were drunk, and even though he allowed me to suck him off in his car, he made believe that it never happened, and didn't hang around or talk to me again after that night. We weren't great or even good friends, but his rebuke really stung for a few reasons. First, I was absolutely crazy about him. And second, he seemed to really enjoy the sex when he was in the moment, and shutting down toward me hurt me to the depths of my soul. Many nights, I'd lie in bed and think about having the same type of relationship with Luke (that's the wrestler's name) as I did back home with Ryan. Watching him tear through his weight class through the wrestling season certainly didn't make him any less attractive to me, as I really get into dominant jock types, and he certainly fit that bill.
So who do I see while waiting for a table at my mom's restaurant the Saturday after graduation, but Luke and his family? (I was a server there a few nights a week) The hostess sits them right in my section (of course), and despite being totally uncomfortable, I put on my best waiter face and greeted the party. Luke looked up at me from his menu with a bemused look on his face. "Hi Chris, I didn't know you worked here. Mom, dad, this is Chris, one of my classmates," Luke said pleasantly. Luke's mom, who was very pretty, smiled warmly, and his dad extended his hand and gave me a powerful handshake. "Any friend of my son is a friend of mine," Mr. Matthews said jovially as he pumped away on my hand. I smiled and greeted everyone while making believe that my right hand was crushed, which Luke's mom, sister and little brother thought was hilarious. "Sorry young man, but 20 years out on the sea pulling up nets and traps gives you a lot of hand grip," Mr. Mathews said as he smiled too.
Mr. and Mrs. Matthews asked me about myself, and I told them that my family had recently moved into town, and my mom was the executive chef here. We then chatted a bit about the graduation ceremony and I took the family's food order. I was very attentive to their table, making sure their dinner celebration went well. At the end of the dinner, Mrs. Matthews asked me if I was going on to college in the fall. I told them how I was accepted to college, but might not be able to attend because of finances. Luke actually mentioned that I had the highest grade point average in our class, but wasn't eligible to become valedictorian because I wasn't there at least three years. Mrs. Matthews then decried that our government didn't have enough money to educate our best students regardless of need, but had plenty of money to fight a senseless war, while Mr. Matthews good naturedly said "Do you have any soapboxes for my liberal wife to stand on." Their party headed for the door, with Mrs. Matthews holding her husband's arm and speaking into his ear. At the front door, Mr. Matthews turned and beckoned for me to come over to him. "Listen Chris, I own the Gloria Dei, and we're short one man on our crew for the summer. We're heading out in three days. Why don't you drop by the boat Monday morning and we can talk about you maybe deckhanding with us this summer. We're short one good man. You'll be bottom man on the crew, but a greenhorn's share is the same as everyone else's. If the fishing's good, and you work hard and follow instructions, you should be able to meet your financial obligations and get to college in the fall," Mr. Matthews again extended his strong hand, and this time I was the one crushing his hand as I shoot it firmly. "Mr. Matthews, thank you so much for the opportunity," I said gratefully as I smiled at Mrs. Matthews. "Thanks you ma'am. Thank you," I said as they left the restaurant. Luke left last and before he closed the door he gave me a stare that I really didn't understand at the time.
I bounded into the kitchen, and told my mom the great news. Her tired face lit up and he hugged me tight. My shift seemed to fly by, and that night, lying in my bed, my thoughts turned to this lucky and unexpected turn of events. What would it be like spending three weeks out in the deep ocean, with a half dozen grizzled fisherman? And of course, with Luke, who had been my jerk off fantasy pretty much since we moved here, after that one day when I saw him roughhousing naked in the showers with some of the other jocks. As I grabbed for my thick eight inch cut cock (yes I'm well endowed for a sub guy), I thought about the night in Luke's car, and how he spread his legs wide and presented his bulge to me like a king presenting himself to his subjects. There was something about this guy that really turned me on, and when he said "Take my big cock out of my jeans, faggot, I need to get off and I need to get off now," I was even more smitten. I unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, but before I was able to take it into my mouth he grabbed me roughly by the hair and stopped me, my gaping mouth an inch from his hard, huge, throbbing cunt stretcher. "Listen faggot, we do things my motherfucking way, got it?" I moaned in agreement, and he pushed me down on his cock. He groaned loudly as I slid my mouth down to take all but the last two of his nine inches. "Yeah faggot, this isn't the first huge cock you've had between those cocksucking lips. Get on my cock and stay on it until I'm done with you."
Luke took his left hand off my head, and I could hear and feel the seat reclining. He put the driver's seat all the way back, and took his right hand off my head and rested both hands behind his head as he settled in for the BJ. I got down on the floor of his truck and began to rock my mouth up and down on his cock, and I reached to unbuckle my pants. "I like to see a bitch's ass when I get my cock sucked, faggot, but you better not be playing with yourself down there," Luke said sternly. I pulled my jeans down to my knees and thrush my butt into the air as I let my whole upper body weight plunge down on his cock. Luke reached over me and slapped my bare butt hard a couple of times, and then placed one hand on the top of my head and one on my neck and started bobbing me on his cock. I went slack and let him control the blowjob. After about two minutes of steady mouth fucking, he pushed me all the way down his huge shaft and erupted in my throat, before pulling back a few inches and filling my mouth up with his thick, copious load.
After sitting there for a few minutes with me nursing on his cock, Luke pushed my head away roughly. "I'm all set, faggot. Get off my big cock and pull your pants up and clean the cum off your chin, sissy." Red faced, I pulled up my jeans and sat back in my seat. Luke reached over, and I thought he was going to hug me or pat my head, like Ryan used to do after an ace blowjob, but he grabbed me roughly by my hair and twisted my head down to where I was looking up at him. "Faggot, no one better find out I allowed you to suck my dick. Ever. Or else. You got that?" I mumbled "Yes" and he let me up. Luke drove me home in silence, and when we got to my place, he said "You keep you cocksucking mouth shut about tonight, faggot, or I'll beat your ass into the ground. You understand?" To emphasize the point, Luke reached over and grabbed my chin and face, his thump strongly pressing down on my lower lip.
That was the last whole sentence Luke uttered to me for months until his family came into the restaurant. I tried to talk to him in school, but he just dismissed me with a wave. Now, as I lie in bed jerking off, I realize that he and I will be in close quarters all summer, out to sea for three weeks straight, with no girls around. I remember his rough hand gripping my chin and thumb passing over my lips that night as I left his truck, and I shoot my load up over my head.