Gone Fishing

Note : This story is completely fictional!

I was dragging my feet as I was walking home from school. It was Friday afternoon, the beginning of the Easter holidays and I should have been as ecstatic as my friends, who were so happy, to the point of hysteria, planning what they were going to do over the next two weeks that lay ahead of them. Suddenly I was startled as I felt an arm drape over my shoulder.
"Come on Paul cheer up" it was Karl, my best mate since primary school.
"What have I got to be happy about" I replied "You know I have to go and stay with my Dad over Easter"
"Ohh; what’s so wrong with that? He only lives 20 odd miles away, and you could get down here any time you want, and besides your Dad's a cool bloke"
"If I was staying at his house I wouldn't mind, but he wants to take me fishing in Scotland as a Father/Son bonding session. I might pretend I'm sick"
"Don't you dare" Karl responded "You'll have a right laugh. I wish I was going"
"Take my place then"
"If only"..........

Mum and Dad had had a civil relationship since they split up, but you could hardly call them friends. It never really was explained to me why they divorced and I don't remember hearing a cross-word between them when I was growing up, but I'd come to the conclusion that some people just aren't supposed to be together and this doesn't have to be anyone’s fault, it’s was just the way it is. Dad had seemed to take more of an interest though in the last six months, since Mum had started seeing a bloke from her woke called Stewart. Dad was always asking me "What does he look like? How tall is he? Did he look good for his age? Did I like him? I assumed that knowing that Mum was dating again stirred up some dormant jealousy inside him. Especially since Dad hadn't had a girlfriend in the last five years since the split. I thought this was quite sweet, and it proved to me that Dad must have really loved mum, because for a 35 year old man, Dad was a pretty good looking bloke. He didn't dress like most of my friends’ Dads and because I was born when he was only 20 he was pretty clued up too. Karl has always got on well with him, more so than me sometimes, over the last five years Dad's been into Kick boxing and used to show me and Karl some moves when ever we stayed over. I was thinking about this when we finally pulled up outside Dad's house.

"I'm not coming in Paul" Mum said "I've got to get back, Stewart's coming round for dinner and I'm cutting it fine as it is"
"Nice one, just palm me off then" I said
"Stop being daft, you'll have a great time. Remember to call me when you get there. Give my love to your Dad yeah"
"Fine" I said sarcastically and grabbed my bag from the back seat, kissing mum on the cheek as I got out. As mum pulled away, Dad answered the door.
"She doesn't stop to say hello then" Dad said
"She had to get home to put the dinner on. She said to give you her love though"
"Well, we'll see about that. Come on in then mate, give us your bag
I noticed that Dad was wearing my blue and white T-shirt that I had left over there last time I stayed. It looked loads better on him than it did on me and you could tell that he must have been working out as his biceps were stretching the thin cotton around his arms to its limit. 
"How's the kickboxing going" I asked
"ohh yeah, really well. I've been knocking about with one of my old school mates Dan, and we've been working out together"
"I was going to say that you look bigger, stretching my t-shirt like that"
"Ha right" I saw Dad's cheeks flush and I automatically felt guilty. Dad continued “Sorry about that, I'll get you a new one this week" 
"Don't worry about it, it looks better on you anyway" I replied
"Cheers son" I saw the smile flash across Dads face and felt I'd corrected a wrong

As we walked into the kitchen at the back of Dad's house, I noticed a man standing by the sink with a can a larger in his hands. He must have been around the same age as Dad, if not a little younger, he was wearing a tight white t-shirt that showed off his well toned body.
“Alright Paul” the man said as he stretch out his hand for me to shake. I noticed that he had a really nice smile and I noticed that my chest tightened as he took my hand in his and told me that his name was Dan.
“So, you are looking forward to the fishing? You’re old man hasn’t stopped going on about it all week. I hope you don’t mind me tagging along”
I hadn’t really been listening to what he had been saying but I was aware that he hadn’t let go of my hand in all this time. 
“Sorry” I said
“Ahh Paul, Yeah sorry son” Dad interrupted “I’ve been meaning to let you know, Dan’s my old mate from school that I told you about, I hope you don’t mind, but I thought that he could come along”
“Yeah no problem” I said as I pulled my hand free from Dan’s grip. “So much for the father/son bonding eh?”
“Listen I’m going to make sure there’s plenty of time for that” Dad replied
“Yeah whatever” I said in an embarrassingly teenage tone “I’m off to my room.

As I walked up the stairs with my bag, I could hear the pair of them speaking and I was wondering if I had just come across as a really spoilt little brat. I promised myself that I would try to be happier about the whole thing for the remainder of the holiday and deep down I was secretly relieved that someone else was coming; it would stop any uncomfortable silences that were inevitably going to happen.

We arrived at the lodge near Loch Lomond at around five in the afternoon the next day. The sun was just setting and the deep blue sky had a scattering of pink clouds on the horizon. The journey up had been a great laugh. Dan was really funny and Dad was like a new man, joking about, and telling me stories of when there were kids. The pair of then reminded me of Karl and I. It would have been good if he could have come along too I thought to myself as I stepped out of the car.
“Right boys” Dan said “it’s far too late to think about fishing tonight, let’s get showered and get down to that pub that we saw down the road. I’m dying of thirst”

I was second in the shower after Dad. As I stepped out, I looked at myself in the mirror and evaluated my body. I’m not a bad looking boy; I’m about 5ft 11”, very dark hair, almost black and deep blue eyes. My skin is a kind of olive colour which I get from my mum and my teeth and nose I definitely take from my dad. The only thing I wish I could do is shave, but that doesn’t look like it’s going to happening anytime soon, as I’ve only just started getting hairs under my armpits. I’m pretty slim but Karl and I have planned to start going to the gym this summer as Dad said that you shouldn’t really go before 16. Looking down at my dick it’s about 4.5inches on soft and it’s 8inches on erection. I know this because Karl and I measured them around our mate Pete’s house at Christmas. I think my dick is my favourite part of my body. It’s dead straight when erect and really quite thick. I’ve got a bit of a reputation at school for having one of the largest dicks in my year, I suppose from people seeing me in the showers. As I was looking at myself in the mirror, I noticed that I had started playing with my dick, rubbing up and down the shaft and pulling back my foreskin from the tip. Some precome bubbled to the surface and I scooped this up onto my index finger of my left hand and continued to wank myself off with my right. As I was starring at the thick clear liquid on my finger it hit me that I wanted to know what my come would taste like, so I slowly put my come covered finger onto the tip of my tongue. It was a sweet and then salty taste, like nothing I had tasted before. I felt my balls tighten up and knew that I was going to shoot my load any second, it rushed through my mind that straight after I was going to make sure that I licked up every bit of my come off my fingers. 

“I’m really sorry mate”
I startled and turned around to find Dan standing in the doorway
“Shit” I said.
Come was dribbling from my rock hard cock as I was desperately trying to pick up my towel that I had dropped to the floor. My head was spinning as the panic and my orgasm hit me at the same time. As I stood back up I felt really light headed and the room seemed a couple of shades darker. 
“I’m really sorry Dan”
“What you talking about, everyone does it. I’ll be doing the same in five minutes when you get your arse out of here and start getting ready. We won’t even be making it for last orders at this rate”
“Yeah sorry, I’ll get ready now, Sorry again though, I’ll see you in a minute yeah”
I turned to walk out of the room
“Make that 30 seconds” Dan replied “You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about, especially with a dick like that”
I rushed to my room to get changed when it hit me what Dan had just said. My chest tightened again as it crossed my mind that I wish I had to guts to have kept my cool and let Dan see me shoot all over that bathroom mirror. As Dan said everyone does it.

We went down to the bar shortly afterwards, where for some reason Dan took it upon himself to keep getting drinks in as quickly as possible.
“Don’t let your mum know that you’ve been drinking with me” Dad said, “She’ll kill me”
“He’s alright” interrupted Dan “He’s a big boy now, ain’t that right Paul?”
I felt the blood rise to my cheeks and then to my cock as Dan reassuringly put his hand on my knee.
“I’m sure he can handle himself” Dad said as I noticed him looking at Dan’s hand and then up at me. He chuckled to himself and shock his head. “Right lads one for the road”
Dan and I both agreed in unison, my head starting to feel kinda fussy through all the drink, but I felt good and I was glad that I didn’t pretend to be sick to get out of this trip.
When Dad was at the bar, Dan turned to me and asked if I alright with the fact that he had come along.
“I’m really glad you’ve come” I said 
“Good, because the last thing I want to do is stop you being with your Dad ok. Your Dad’s been a close mate of mine for years now and it would be good if we could be mates too”
“I’d really like that” I said
“Good man” replied Dan as he messed up my hair.
I was becoming aware that I really enjoyed Dan touching me and I was really happy that we were becoming friends.

Back at the lodge Dan decided to open a bottle of vodka and made vodka and lemonade’s for me and Dad. We sat on the sofa and Dan put his arm around me and asked if I was tired. 
“No, I’m cool” I replied
“Well I know it’s been a long day for ya. Especially working up that sweat in the bathroom earlier” he laughed
“Shut up” I replied wanting the ground to swallow me up
“I’m only joking mate, it’s cool”
“What’s that all about” interrupted Dad
“Nothing Dad, Dan can you leave it” I asked
“No go on tell me” Dad said
Dan was laughing as he told Dad that he’s walked into to the bathroom and saw me wanking.
“And I tell you something, he definitely takes after his Dad in the tackle department.
Dad’s eyes widened. “Ohh yeah, tell me more”
Dan tighted his arm around me and continued. “Paul, when your Dad and I were in school he got himself the nickname of the “Snake” for the size of his dick. He was always getting in out in class, and always had a hard-on in the showers.
“Fuck off Dan” Dad replied “I don’t think Paul needs to know that.
“I’m only trying to make him feel more comfortable about earlier, I told him that everyone does it. I’m doing your job for you”
Dad seemed to be pretty cool with it all so I started to relax.
“You should see you’re Dad’s cock though Paul, it’s fucking huge”
“I’m sure Paul doesn’t need to see that” Dad replied
“Ohh for fuck sake, just show him, you had no problem getting it out when you were younger. Do you wanna see it Paul? Dan asked
“I suppose” I replied. I could feel my heart pounding with the thought that I was going to see my Dad’s cock and I could feel my own dick starting to swell in my jean
“Fine….., you are a couple of nutcases” my Dad said laughing as he started to undo his fly.
I didn’t know what I was expecting to see, but the size of Dad’s dick put mine to shame. It was about 10 or 11 inches long and really thick. He grabbed hold of it and then pulled his jeans down further to show a huge pair of hairy balls that looked as if they hadn’t come in months.
“Ain’t that a fucking beauty” Dan sighed
“Dad, it’s bloody massive” I said
“Do you wanna touch it” Dad smiled
I didn’t know what to say and was wondering if this was some kind a sick joke. I wanted to touch it so badly but was scared that both Dan and Dad were going to start laughing.
“No, you’re alright” I said
“I want you to touch it though. It is where you came from”
My cock was at the point of bursting out of my jeans and I could feel my hands shaking. Dan rubbed my leg and whispered closely in my ear “Go on Paul, I want you to touch it as well”
“Fuck ‘em” I thought
I lent over Dan and put my trembling hand around the girth of my Dad’s dick. “Ohh Paul, that feels so nice” Dad sighed
I started to slowly rub up and down his shaft and then my heart leapt as I saw a clear bead of pre-come rise to its tip.
“Way-hey look at that” Dad said “Your brothers and sisters have come out to see you”
I started to feel dizzy as I moved my thumb over Dad’s come covered head.
“Taste ‘em Paul, put the tip of your tongue onto the tip of your Dad’s dick” Dad said
I really didn’t need to be asked twice and as my tongue came into contact with Dad’s salty juice I could have so easily come right then and there without even touching myself. I could feel the heat of his huge veiny cock on my lips.
“Ohh yeah Paul” I heard Dad above me “That’s where you came from son, without this cock, you wouldn’t be here now”
I couldn’t stand any more and had to suck in as much as I could of this huge dick that was in front of me, the feeling of it hitting the back of my mouth was the best feeling in the world. It felt like I was home. I needed to get my own dick of my jeans, and as if my mind was being read, Dan started to undo my belt as he said.
“Come on Lads, I think it would be a good idea if we got ourselves out of these clothes eh?
As I stood up, I realised that my legs had turned to jelly and I nearly lost my balance, I couldn’t believe what was happening and could still feel Dad’s hot cock in my mouth. I took off my clothes and then stared at these two fit men standing in front of me. 
“Get back over here Paul, get on your knees and show this cock of mine how grateful you are to be alive”
I did as Dad said and again kissed the tip of his monster cock, before letting him start to fuck my face, I was aware of how much my mouth had to stretch to accommodate his girth. Dan was wanking himself off next to me and even though it wasn’t as magnificent as Dad’s I wanted to see what that felt like to suck on that too. Dad starting to go faster forcing his dick to the back of my mouth, to the point where I was having to catch my breathe.
“Show the cock how grateful you are mate. Suck it nice and hard”
I became aware that I was groaning with pleasure, happy to be here, happy to be making my Dad happy.
“Come on Paul let’s see how well you’re picking that up” Dan said
Dad grabbed the back of my hair, taking me off his own throbbing dick and putting my mouth around Dan’s. Dan’s wasn’t as thick as Dad’s so it was easier to accommodate and easier to get into a rhythm of taking him to the back of my throat to the tip of my lips. I grabbed his balls with my left hand and let him fuck my face whilst I stated to wank myself off. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to touch myself for too long as it wouldn’t take much to be spurting all my come over the floor.
“Fuck his little face harder Dan” Dad said in a commanding voice.
Dan picked up the pace and Dad grabbed the back of my head again, forcing me down harder onto Dan’s cock. I needed to stop touching myself and balance on Dan’s leg as Dad pushed my head down all the way onto his dick making me nearly choke and bringing water to my eyes.
“Right, good man” Dad said “You done really well, now I’m going to show you how to fuck someone really hard up the arse”.
Dan lent over to Dad and kissed him on the lips, shoving his tongue into dad’s mouth.
“You are such a fit fucker” Dan shouted at my Dad then got on all fours in front of him.
“Paul, I need you to get over here and get loads of your spit off that tongue of yours and onto my cock”
I went over to Dad again and started sucking his cock, getting all the saliva I could into my mouth and slurping it onto the end of his knob, feeling how hot it was on my lips, I had no problem with the job that my Dad had ask me to do, but I was surprised to hear his next command.
“Good boy, now get that juicy tongue of yours around Uncle Dan’s arse and get it all nice and wet for me so I can slip my cock up there and show you how to fuck a man”
I briefly hesitated as I tried to understand what I’d just been told to do, I’d never even thought about licking someone’s arse before and I wasn’t sure that I could do it, no matter how much I wanted to make Dad happy.
“Come on, ya little shit, don’t fucking make me wait”
Before I could protest, Dad shoved my face into Dan’s arse. I stuck out my tongue and couldn’t believe the taste of this hot musky manly flavour. I had never experienced it before, but knew straight away that I’d want to again. I heard Dan groan with pleasure in front of us, which encouraged me to continue licking his arse up and down and drenching it with my saliva, making sure that Dad could teach me how to fuck a man. I could feel my own dick slapping against my stomach and was aware that I couldn’t keep moving as I’d be shooting my load.
“Don’t slow down son” Dad said “lick that fucking tight arse”
With that, Dad pushed my face hard into Dan’s behind, forcing me to fight for air whilst trying to stick my tongue far inside. I couldn’t take it anymore and come starting to dribble out of my dick with no help from any physical contact. The orgasm starting to rise in my stomach and I was shooting my load onto the floor and up on my torso.
“That’s my boy.”
Dad pulled me away and buried himself onto the floor, licking up the mess that I’d made.
Then taking my cock in his mouth and tasting the remainder of my come on its tip said “Yeah mate, I made this dick” whilst looking up at me with a huge wad of my juice spilling onto his chin.
“Now get up there and give your uncle Dan a taste of my cock, whilst I fuck the life out of him”
I moved around to face Dan, where he let out a painful cry as Dad rammed his mammoth cock inside of him
“Tell your uncle what you want him to do son, he’s gonna have his mind on other things”
Dan sounded like he was in pain but grabbed my still rock hard cock and stuffed it into his mouth
“Fucking tell him” Dad shouted
The feeling of having my cock sucked whilst watching Dad fuck this gorgeous man was such a terrific feeling. Dad winked over at me and smiled still shoving his huge dick in and out of him
“Suck my fucking cock you little shit” I said, hearing Dan grown
“Ahhh yeah. I continued. “Go on, go down and up again, make it harder, make it harder and harder until you almost swallow it. Ohh Yeah, ahh your tongue put it all over my cocks head, suck it. Ahh yeah……….
“Tell him” Dad shouted
But I couldn’t…….. I was going to shoot another load right then and there in Dan’s mouth
“Fucking tell him”…. “Tell him”…”You’ve got to tell him” Dad screamed
“Ahhhh I ………I……I can’t talk” I said
Dad, seeing that I was about to shoot quickly told me to get over to him, He wasn’t going to share that much with his friend.
As I got over to my Dad’s side he pulled his cock out of Dan’s arse and told me that he was going to come and that he wanted to shoot all my little brothers into my mouth. I looked down at Dad’s swollen cock, it was fresh from Dan’s arse and looked like a greasy snake.
“Come on, you’ve got to put it in your mouth Paul. I wanna come”
I couldn’t stop thinking where it had just been
“Make up your fucking mind, do you love me or not”
With that I bent down and took my Dad’s cock back into my mouth. I could smell and taste the inside of Dan and was acutely aware of where I was, what I was tasting and how I must look, as Dad forced me down onto his cock, filling my mouth with another flavour, a flavour that I would want again and again. He shooting bucket loads, hitting the roof of my mouth.
“Swallow ‘em son. Swallow it all. You fucking good, good boy. I know that you love me now. I know you love me now.
I hadn’t been aware but Dan was masturbating standing next to Dad as I swallowed every last drop.
“Now let me taste that cock that I made, let me taste it as you come into your old man’s mouth”
Dad started sucking me really hard, sucking me with such a passion. Dan moved over, nearer to my face and exploded, huge amount of thick come, three…… no four huge loads hit my lips and chin. I couldn’t hold on any longer, my legs started to shake and my stomach tightened as I come for the second time into my Dad’s mouth. I could hear Dad humming and gulping every last drop out of me.

We all feel onto the floor, sweating and wet. I couldn’t have wished for a better father/son bonding session if I’d tried.