This story was told to me by a friend, who is over 60 and he thought I could write it for him, so here it is. I hope I did it justice it is only a short story but it is as he told me, only the names were changed and the location not mentioned but it was in Victoria in Australia. The story contains sex between two teenagers so if this isn't your sort of story please leave; if you are under age then you should leave too. All emails will be answered but flames will be extinguished on receipt. Please let me know if you liked this little tale, contact me at justjames17@hotmail.com. Remember Nifty is a free site so how about tipping a few dollars into their funds to help keep the site free into the future.
Pier Fishing with Rob,
justjames17.
Rob and I had fished together for a couple of years now, he was 14 while I was 16 years old, he was the cutest guy I had ever seen in my life. He lived about a mile from me and we both loved fishing. He was about 5foot 4inches and weighed around 90 pounds, short crew cut dirty blonde hair with blue eyes and a crooked grin that just melted me inside whenever he smiled. His body was toned as we both played football and swam; he also was into yachting as was his dad who crewed on a large ocean racing yacht. We just about lived at each other's houses and our parents sort of adopted each of us into their families.
Our fishing was limited to the pier as neither of us had access to a boat so we had fun off the piers around the bay near our homes. Our favorite pier was where his dad crewed on the yacht and we had great success off there catching good quantities of fish, Spring and Summer were the best as we caught Snapper, Garfish, Tommy Ruff, Gummy Sharks and a few King George Whiting along with the ever present Flathead, the rats with fins as we called them. In winter we caught yellow eye Mullet, Garfish and the rats with fins so all year round we generally caught quality and quantities of fish, to share with friends and neighbours and eat ourselves.
One cool evening we were fishing off the rock breakwater on the end of the pier, there was a chilly southerly breeze so we moved into a hole in the surface of the breakwater, a storm had destroyed the black top pathway and washed some of the rocks into the harbor leaving a nice depression that we could sit in out of the wind. The cool wind deterred people strolling up the pier especially where we were as there was no lighting and unless you knew the area you could fall and hurt yourself on the damaged surface.
We sat there chatting quietly snuggled together to keep warm when he started to wrestle with me, I joined in and we rolled around on the rocks laughing and joking till me being bigger and heavier pinned him to the rocks. I was kneeling over him holding his hands next to his head when he arched up trying to dislodge me, his groin pushed against mine and I felt he had a rock hard cock. I stayed still for a minute as he rubbed against me pushing up but he wasn't big or strong enough to roll me off him. I peered down in the dim light from the shore and could see his pale blue, nearly white, worn jeans tented by his erection. I was immediately as hard as he was and my mind was spinning with thoughts I couldn't understand the incredible pressure I was feeling to grab his hard cock. He was grunting as he struggled and continued to rub on my hard on, then I let go of him with one hand and placed it on the bulging denim, he stopped struggling as if paralyzed and I could feel his tool pulsing in my hand as it twitched. Then he lay back on the rocks and sighed softly allowing my hand to feel his cock and balls, his free hand came up under me and felt my hard on. He whispered, " Gee Monty, his nick name for me, that feels awesome it's so much bigger than mine." I shuddered with excitement as he began to really work on my tool, then I said, " Can I undo your fly and pull your cock out?"
He nodded quickly and said, " I'll undo your pants too."
We were both bared to the cool night air and I rolled off him to lie beside him as we investigated each other, his cock was so hot it felt like it was burning in my cold hand and he had mine clutched tightly as he stroked me. The feeling of his hand rubbing my cock was unbelievable I was shaking and my temperature was rising even in the cold draft as the wind blew over the rocks above us. I began to wank him as I did myself when I was home in bed and Rob soon tensed up and began to breath hard next thing I knew his cock pulsed and he cried out like a mewling seagull as he shot juice all over my hand and forearm, he sent four strings of his semen out onto my arm as he brought me to a howling climax. I sprayed everywhere all over his sexy legs and groin until I came to a shuddering end. We lay there clutching each other tightly as our hearts pounded and we gasped for breath, our hot breath steaming in the cool air then being blown away by the breeze.
One day we were fishing on the pier in a strong North wind when we saw a wooden motorboat break its moorings and the wind blew it against the pier where it was getting smashed onto the heavy timbers. We ran to the boat and spent some time working it along the pier till we reached a low jetty where we held it off with hands and feet. The yacht club saw what happened and rang the owner who hurried down to the pier and we helped him get the motor started and he drove it to safety. The man knew we had been fighting the wind and waves for nearly an hour and he offered us money but we wouldn't take it so he asked if we would like to go out fishing the next weekend, we both excitedly said yes and arranged to meet him the next Saturday.
Saturday dawned and Rob and I arrived at the pier and the man was there with a friend and we jumped aboard and away we went, the day was great until late in the afternoon when the wind blew up. The two men had been drinking heavily and when the wind started howling they were just about unconscious from the alcohol. I looked at Rob and said, " What will we do, they are too drunk to get us back do you think we can start the engine and drive it back?"
Rob nodded and said, " Well we saw how he started it the other day you turn the handle and I'll work the throttle lever."
I went into the cabin and grabbed hold of the crank handle and started turning the engine over, faster and faster as Rob fiddled with the throttle and then he said, " I think I've got to pull this other knob, it isn't starting this way."
I kept turning the crank getting tired as he pulled the knob and the engine coughed and began to roar, I leapt back as the crank began to fly around when the engine fired up. I crawled out of the cabin and said, " You drive the boat forward while I pull up the anchor, don't go too fast just watch me pulling in the rope."
He nodded and I worked around the cabin to the foredeck and began pulling in the thick wet rope as the boat moved forward, I soon had the anchor up and stowed in the hatch in the bow and worked my way back round the cabin and jumped into the cockpit. The sun was going down as we got underway and by the time we got back it was dark and we had to bring the boat into the pier against the big swells running under the pier. We had never driven a boat before and Rob said you steer it in I'm scared I'll hit the pier so I grabbed the wheel and we headed towards the pier. We got close in and under the light I could see my sister and brother, both older than me, waiting on the pier, I knew we were in trouble because it was so late and we were supposed to be home for tea.
I panicked and the boat crashed into the low jetty and Rob quickly threw a rope around the pylon to hold the boat, I turned the engine off and helped him tie the boat up, my bro and sis were standing there going ape shit at me saying we could have been drowned and no one would know where we were and why hadn't I told mum and dad where we were going?
I hung my head and told them I was sorry and then the story of what happened about us saving the boat and they took us out as their thanks and that the guys got drunk and we had to get the boat back on our own. My bro said that I had done a good job but I would be grounded when we got home, as my folks were worried sick. They had found out where we had gone from one of our friends who was fishing on the pier when they arrived and they had had to wait in the cold for two hours till we got in.
He looked at the two drunken guys who were lying on the deck just conscious and told them what he thought of them and that he should tell the police about their irresponsible behavior. We grabbed our fishing gear and walked down the pier climbed into the car and drove Rob home, his folks were livid too and he was grounded for a month and when I got home my dad took me into the bathroom and I got 6 welts from his razor strop on my arse and he said no fishing for a month as well.
This was the first of many fishing trips especially when I bought my first boat, that ended up turning into sexual explorations and we learnt a lot by experimenting, we had to experiment because there wasn't any internet or porn around for kids our age then. Our friendship lasted for 5 years until his mum died and we fell out over a car but that is another story.
I often wonder where he is today, the last time I saw him was up in the tropics he was working with a circus that visited the town I was living near then, that was over 40 years ago.
I'd love to hear your reactions to this story; I loved writing it for my friend.