Date: 10/31/2017, Categories: Gay, Author: Tuppie, Source: LushStories
I was born into a family that loves fishing. To be more specific, my older brother Drake, and father Alvin, are crazy about fishing. They have tried everything in their power to get me hooked on this terrible hobby, but I simply hate it. Fortunately, my mother Rose is my protector in this regard, and although small of stature she is not to be messed with. Much to Alvin’s regret I am a real ‘indoors’ kind of guy, something he and Drake find very hard to understand. I also think my smaller physique is somewhat of a disappointment to them. My dad, and nineteen year old brother who still lives at home, are big guys. Dad has his own roofing business and Drake works for him. I am about to turn eighteen years old and in my final year at school. With my mom away visiting her sister for a couple of weeks, I am finally being roped in to one of the infamous fishing excursions. It is early autumn and with a long weekend upon us and Monday being a public holiday, my dad is insisting I accompany him and Drake. The thought of sleeping in a tent and using public ablutions for three days is more than I could bear. When we arrive in hell my dad and brother observe that the place is not very busy, for this time of year. There are only a half dozen other tents scattered around. Most of the guys look like carbon copies of Drake and Alvin, and are butch and scruffy. After erecting our tent, with little help from me, Drake and Alvin can’t wait to get to the lake so they can partake in their ...