SOMETHING'S FISHY
I was just fourteen when this incident happened.
I had a friend,
Shailesh, who was of my age and in the same class as
me. As we stayed
close to each other, we became good friends. One day
during the summer
vacation, we were deciding how to kill time in the
afternoon. He
suddenly came up with what he thought was a brilliant
plan. "Hey
Vicky," he told me, "Let's do one thing, yaar. Let's
go fishing today."
"Fishing?" I repeatedly stupidly. "I don't know
the ABC of fishing."
"What is there in that? You just have to tie a
bait to the hook and
put the rod in the water. It's so simple, yaar. Come
on, I'll teach
you. I have two rods - for my father and me. We'll
take those."
"And what will you father say?"
"You are a total darpok. He won't even come to
know. He doesn't use
it that much nowadays."
So it was all set. There was a small excuse for
a lake about half an
hour from my place. My mother packed some sandwiches
for us. I put on
my blue denim shorts (God! I think I must have worn
them about a
million times till they ripped apart and had to be
thrown away) and a
striped red and white T-shirt. Shailesh had worn white
shorts with
blue stripes on its sides (the kind Adidas makes) and
a sleeveless
white top. Yes, it was a hot day.
Here I must tell you that I had never thought
about sex till then. I
was too naive at that age and blushed when the topic
would come up
among my friends. In fact, my friends used to make fun
of me on that.
And Shailesh - though now when I think about it, he
was strinkingly
handsome - was never in my remotest sexual fantasies,
if I had any at
that time. We were just two true blue buddies, putting
our arms around
each others' shoulders and walking towards the pool.
"Vicky, you take this rod. It is smaller and
better for you,"
Shailesh told me when we reached the lake-like thing.
"Okay," I said. "Now what do I do with it."
"You are a real bachcha," he reprimanded. "Tie
this bait to the hook
and put it in the water and wait."
"Ugh, that's a worm!" I said when I saw what the
bait was.
"Of course! Fishes don't eat candies."
I tried putting the bait on. It kept slipping
within my fingers, but
somehow I managed.
"Shabbashh! Now put it in the water."
I did that. Shailesh also did the same as me,
only he did it deftly.
Within five minutes, he got his first bite. And in the
next ten
minutes, he got another. I just sat there with the
hook in the water.
After another five minutes, Shailesh got another
catch. He unhooked
it and put it in a basket and came up to me. "What
happened?" he said,
"There are so many fish here. Why haven't you got one
yet?"
"Ask that to the fish," I said, somewhat
annoyed.
Shailesh yanked my hook out of the water. There
was no bait on it.
"Arey chutya," Shailesh swore at me (he did that
very rarely, only
when irritated) "You don't even know how to tie a worm
on the hook.
Come, I'll show you."
He took a fresh bait from the box and sat in
front of me. "Look
intently," he told me and began handling the poor
worm. It was then
that my attention went beyond the worm - to Shailesh's
spread out crotch.
Shailesh had apparently not worn underwear. His
cock, brown and thick
for his age, poked out of one side of his shorts. He
was, of course,
oblivious of it and totally occupied with the worm. I
became curious
and turned my head a little to get a better view. It
was a huge thing!
I could make out one of his balls. They were already
full-grown as a
man's. Shailesh was a macho guy, he became a stud
later in life. He
was a head taller than me and it was no surprise to me
that his willy
was almost double my size.
Just then, Shailesh looked up and saw me staring
at his thing. He
quickly put it inside. "Sorry," he said. "I did not
put on underwear
today, so it came out."
I did not say anything, just kept staring at his
crotch.
"What are you staring at?" he asked. "Never seen
a guy's cock before?"
"If that thing is so big now," I muttered, "What
will it look like
when erect?"
Shailesh kept the rod aside. "How big is yours?"
he asked. Now he was
looking at my crotch. Boys are immediately fascinated
with each
others' cocks.
I spread my legs wide, but did not remove my
cock. "Mine must be half
your size," I said. "How is yours so big?"
"I exercise it," he said.
"How?" I asked. You wouldn't believe it, but I
hadn't even shagged
till then.
"Don't you ever touch your cock?"
"Only when pissing," I said. "And when I tuck it
in my undies."
"Don't you ... I mean, wank?" he asked.
"What is that?" I shot back.
Shailesh looked here and there. There was no one
in that place that
afternoon. "Here you are a big boy now," he said. "Let
me show you."
Without giving me any time to think, he directly
put his hand on my
crotch. He squeezed my cock till it became hard.
"Shailesh, don't do it. Stop please," I said.
"No, you must know about this. I'll teach you,"
he said. "Are you
liking it?"
"Yes," I said. I wanted to tell him, there's
nothing I have liked
better ever, but I couldn't manage those words out.
"You do the same to me," he said.
I obeyed. I put my puny hand on his giant and it
immediately throbbed
into action. It so suddenly came out erect of his
shorts that I was
scared.
"Don't worry," he said. "Yours is also not bad."
My cock was out of
my shorts by now.
He came closer to me. We entwined our legs
together so that our cocks
touched. He then embraced me in his strong grip and
began squeezing me.
"Shailesh, this is great. It is a great
feeling," I said.
"You are enjoying it very much," he said.
"Now give me a kiss."
I was eager to learn from Shailesh, who
apparently was more learned
in these matter. I took my lips closer to his as I had
seen film
heroines do with their heroes.
"Open your mouth," he said. "Roll your tongue
with mine. See it will
feel very nice."
It did. We kissed for about five minutes.
"Liked that kiss?" he asked rhetorically. "Now
I'll make you taste
something better."
"What?"
He pulled my head to his cock. It smelt fragrant
to me. A mild
fragrance of bath soap. I enjoyed being there, close
to his cock,
flanked by his strong legs.
"Suck it," he said.
"I don't know," I said.
"Arey suck it, chutya," he said and thrust my
head on his cock.
I gingerly put my tongue on his foreskin. It
seemed appealing to me.
I took a little more of it in. I rolled my tongue on
his cock, just as
I had done it in his mouth. He responded by increasing
the pressure on
my head. I squeezed his cock with my mouth.
"You are a quick learner," he said and pushed my
head harder.
I took a liking to this new lollypop soon
enough.
After one minute, he pulled his cock out of my
mouth. "Now see this,"
he said. He shagged a little and dropped his cum over
the grass. It
just kept on coming.
Then he took my cock again in his hands and
squeezed it. I put my
legs on his broad shoulders while he jerked me. I came
in an instant
in his strong hand. Mine was just a thimbleful.
We washed our cocks in the water. "Most
enjoyable afternoon," I said.
"Yes," he replied. "You are still a kid, but
I'll quickly change that."
"I was hoping you will," I said and we gathered
whatever fishes we
had collected and left.
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