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Buds Pt. 3 Fish Camp: Arrival

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Part 3 of a fiction story where three bored friends in a small southern town discover the pleasure of masturbating together


The day finally arrived and the three friends’ phones were blowing up in the pre-dawn as they texted each other back and forth making final arrangements. Trey was going to bring the beer, Dalton the bait and Jared stole some of dad’s porn magazines since internet access would be sketchy on the river. Trey drove to the other guys’ houses and picked them up. Jared , who didn’t bother to put his shirt on, was the last one in the truck. They got to the boat ramp by dawn. All three nineteen years olds were wearing board shorts and were barefoot. They threw the supplies in and pushed off the boat, starting the motor, which was loud, piercing the sunrise stillness of the river. As the sun gained altitude in the morning sky, Trey told Dalton to hold the wheel while he pulled his shirt off. Dalton followed suit and the three boys slathered sunscreen on each other’s backs. Jared passed around a blunt as they finished their Mini Mart coffees. They were making good time heading up the river to a more remote stretch. It was past where crazy old man Biggers lived in his shack. People say he never wears clothes and sometimes you could see him fishing or working outside. Trey had Dalton hold the wheel again so this time he could pee off the side of the boat. He pulled his shorts down below his tan line so you could see his white butt. His stream was just starting when Jared pranked him and pulled his shorts the rest of the way down, being careful to yank backwards so Trey didn’t fall in the river. As Trey stumbled backwards, yelling, he spun around and his pee steam went all over Dalton’s chest. All three boys were convulsing with laughter when Dalton hollered, “Hey, look, it’s old man Biggers.” Sure enough, there was the old coot, not a stitch on him. He had wrinkled, brown skin and he was grinning with gaps in his teeth and waving as the boat passed by. He was out on the end of the dock fishing and the friends got a good view of his long, tanned penis hanging off the dock between his legs. “Dang, did you see that?” Jared asked his two buds. “Sure did,” replied Trey. “That’s gonna be us in an hour once we get to the camp site.” “Shit, we should get naked now,” Dalton suggested. “We’re way past any boat traffic now, as old man Biggers knows. “Except for three crazy kids on a fishing trip,” Jared said as he pulled his shorts off. Trey’s shorts were already around his ankles so he just stepped out of them. And Dalton ripped his Velcro fly apart and pulled his shorts off too. “Ah, this feels great,” Jared said as he stood up towards the bow, the wind ******* over his semi-hard and between his balls. Trey smacked Jared’s ass and said, “Ok get ready, we’re gonna make our camp up here right after this next bend.” The boys jumped out of the boat into the water, their cocks swinging as they walked ashore. Trey tied the boat to a tree and they all hauled out the camping and fishing gear along with the beer cooler. They set up their one tent and dug a fire pit for later. Exhausted and sweaty, they grabbed some beers and all laid down by the river bank. Dalton put his hands behind his head, exposing his hairy pits, and said, “Guys, this was an awesome idea. Look at that view. And better than that is the two of you naked on both sides of me. “ Trey and Jared started tickling Dalton’s belly almost at the same time as he squealed in delight. Since Dalton was between them they were merciless, pinning him in and making him thrash in the sand. When they finally stopped, they all looked down and saw that all three had boners. “Fuck, I guess we better take care of these before we catch some fish for dinner,” Trey concluded. Without another word, all three boys took their cocks in their hands and started stroking, naked, side by side. “Remember Christie from church?” Trey asked the others. “I finally got to taste her pussy the other day. I got to eat it.” “Oh fuck yeah,” Dalton replied. “How was it?” “Warm, and tasted like cherries.” “Nice. Speaking of which, you remember Rebecca from geometry class? I got to pop her cherry the other day.” As the boys told their stories of sexual conquest, more and more blood filled their engorged penises so that if you looked at them from the feet up, their faces would have been obscured by their rock hard dicks. All three hands were pumping furiously and breathing was getting strained. Trey then yelled, “Stop!” Jared and Dalton froze. “O.K.  So the first guy to cum, can cum on the guy he chooses. Go!” Using their spit as lube, all three hands resumed flying up and down their bloated, hard shafts making wet, smacking sounds. Dalton thought it was raining there was so much pre cum getting flung around. Trey moaned about how good his cock felt and Dalton shared his new technique, making a ring out of his fingers as he flicked up and down over the crown of his dick head. Jared fingered his hole and was mumbling about he’d like to have something up there. This comment didn’t go unnoticed by Trey who had long considered how it would feel fucking his friend’s ass. As Dalton was in the middle, he took both his friends’ cocks in his hands and helped them out for a short while. Finally, Dalton returned to his own penis, and as he got close, he turned sideways and started shooting sperm on Jared’s belly. Seeing this set off Trey, and disregarding his own rule, he hopped up and also went over to Jared and added his load right on his chest. Jared, now drenched in his friends’ warm sticky cum, stood up and came all over Dalton’s bush and cock which was still semi hard after cumming. The trio of friends were all panting as they calmed down after three explosive orgasms. They looked at each other with great big smiles, all thinking the same thin …this is just the start. Trey broke the silence, “Alright, we need to clean off in the river and catch some fucking fish or we’re not gonna eat tonight.” The camp was mobilized into action. First washing off all the freshly spent cum, then hooking the lines up with bait to catch the night’s meal. After catching a mess of trout, Dalton concluded, ‘Naked fishing is the best!” To be continued…

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