My dad and his best friend Roy were always taking the boat out on Sunday mornings for a day of bass fishing. Sometimes my brother and I would get to go. My brother would get bored and soon decided fishing wasn't for him. Me, on the other hand, loved it. I didn't really care about fishing but I learned all about it so I could go as often as possible to be near Roy.
Roy was my dad's best friend for years. He was divorced and lived on a small farm and fishing was his passion. He was about 6 feet tall, slender and slightly muscular with brown hair and clean shaven. He had the most beautiful green eyes and a smile that would light a room.
As I got into my teens, Roy and I would go alone sometimes. I could sit there for hours talking and watching him on that bass boat. I especially enjoyed the fact that he always wore cutoff jeans. They were like Daisy Dukes, short shorts with the frayed legs. But they were not tight, so as he sat there with his knees apart fishing I could see up the legs and get a glimpse of the white covered bulge. He hardly ever wore a shirt so I also go to look at that hairy chest with the treasure trail that ran down into those BVDs. I knew they were BVDs because the waistband of his underwear was always showing. I spent many times in my bed or in the bathroom jacking off thinking about him in nothing but those BVDs.
In my highschool senior year the last of my siblings moved out on their own. I got a job after school and the fishing trips were fewer and fewer. I was "dating" a girl and all seemed normal in my little world. The summer after I graduated, my parents were going out of town for vacation. I couldn't go because of work. I would have 2 weeks alone. I was feeling kind of sad because I couldn't go. But such was life when you worked and I was 18 years old and my parents knew I was responsible so they had no problems in leaving me alone for a few days. One afternoon Roy called. He was just checking up on me. It was nice to here his voice. He mentioned the fact that we hadn't gone fishing in ages and wanted to know if I wanted to go again. Of course I got an instant hardon just thinking about it. We were both free Saturday so we would go real early that morning.
Roy showed up before sunrise Saturday and off we went. By the time the sun came up we were already on the water fishing. After a couple hours it was getting hot. We were in a secluded area of a very large lake sitting there not catching anything. Roy said something about getting in the water and cooling off. The next thing I knew he stood up and was pushing his cutoffs down and stepping out of them. There is he stood, tall, tanned, hairy, in BVDs shining white in the sun. I couldn't help but stare at his bulge. His cock was laying over his balls and they hung low in his crotch. He pulled the waitband up and tugged on that bulge and dove into the water. He came up and asked why I was still sitting there. So I stood up took of my pants and copying him, pulled up my jockey waistband, tugged a little on my crotch and dove in. Swimming there with him I got raging hard on. I wasn't worried because he couldn't see it in the water. So we played around splashing each other. The next thing I knew Roy went under and came up behind me. He grabbed me like he was playing. He would tickle me then pretend to dunk me under the water. His hands on me felt so good. As he was doing all this, his crotch would occasionally brush against my ass. when it did I felt a very hard bulge. I knew he had a hardon but pretended not to notice. After a few minutes of this horse play I used my foot to press against his crotch and pushed away from him. I let it press on his hard bulge for a few seconds before pushing off. He knew I knew and that got me even harder. Then I went under the water and came up behind him. He didn't turn around. He just stayed where he was as I came up behind him and put my trimbling hands on his shoulders. My body floated against his back and my crotch touched his ass. He let out a groan and pushed against me. Oh my God, he felt so good. Then he said to hold on as he started swimming the short distance back to the boat. As he swam my crotch would rub up and down his ass getting me even harder.
We got to the boat and he told me to climb aboard. As I climbed up I felt his hand go between my legs and he cupped my crotch giving my hard cock a squeeze through my wet jockeys. Then he climbed aboard. soaking wet, with his hard cock outlined in his wet briefs. I sat on a seat as he knelt in front of me looking into my eyes. He gave me a smile and told me how he had always known I was sneaking peeks at him and he had been waiting for me to grow up hoping he could show me his appreciation. I was shivering from being wet and the excitement of the moment. He saw this and got a towel and started drying me off. He took extra care and time with my crotch and ass. As he worked on my legs he put his face in my crotch pressing his face against my crotch, moaning as he would pull on my hardon with his mouth licking up and down my wet bulge. I lifted my foot and ran it up and down his wet crotch. feeling his hard man cock through his briefs, pressing against his balls. Then Roy reached under the legs of my jockeys and pulled my cock out. He started sucking me. This was the first time my cock had ever been anywhere but my hand. He reached under me rubbing my cotton covered ass as he sucked my cock. It didn't take long for me to started shooting my load of cum. He didn't stop sucking as he took every drop. Then he raised up giving me another smile and kissed me long hard and deep. Giving me his tongue and letting me taste my cum. As we were kissing I reach for his crotch. The feel of his hard cock through those wet briefs was so hot. I ran fingers through thr fly feeling the skin of his cock. I couldn't get enough of the feel. He put his hand on mine and started rubbing his hardon. the next thing I knew, he was moaning and I felt the warmth of his cum coming though the wet cotton. I broke away from his kiss and dove for that big bulge. I rubbed my face on it feeling his warm cum on my cheeks and lips. I covered the spot where the cum was oozing out and devoured as much of that cotton covered cock head as I could. Licking and sucking through his BVDs getting as much as I could. during all this he was rubbing my head and face with his manly hands. I loved the taste of his cum, sweet and alty at the same time. then I pulled on the wasistband and out came an uncut cock with cum on the head. I sucked it in my mouth trying to swallow every bit of his 7 inches. after devouring as much as I could Roy pulled his softening cock out of my mouth. He gave me another kiss. I'm sure I mumbled something like I love you. I know was in total awe of him.
We spent another couple hours drying in the sun and talking. I would reach over and grope his crotch sometimes rearranging his cock in his briefs. I told him of my lifelong fantasy about underwear. He said he had that fetish also. We got dressed and headed back to the ramp. We went back to his house for the rest of the day and he taught me many things about how a man can make another man feel good. His was the first cock I ever sucked. The first ass I ever ate and fucked. He was the first man to suck me, rim me, and fuck me. We did most of it that afternoon and into the night. He was also the man that let me know that partial nudity can be just as erotic, if not more than, a man totally nude.
I joined the Air Force a few months after Roy and I started playing. While on leave before being stationed in South Dakota we played for the last time. After being in SD for only a couple months I got a letter from mom. In it she said Roy had dropped dead from a heart attack while bass fishing with a buddy. She said he died while doing what he loved and that was an OK way to go. I only hope he and the buddy were having as good a time as I had with him when we last went bass fishing.
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