1. Fishing


    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 ...
    ridiculous pastime. I accompany them, but sit reading my book as they enthusiastically busy themselves. They ask if I want to ‘give it a go,’ but my pained expression says it all. About one hundred and fifty yards further along from us there are two men accompanied by two teenage boys, also doing their fishing thing. After an hour I decide to go for a walk. Passing by the foursome, friendly smiles are exchanged before I continued on my way. About a mile or so further I observe a trio of men in their mid to late twenties. They are already glugging down beers as they wallow in their masculinity. They are rough looking, and given their noisy and crude banter I give them a fairly wide berth. I eventually find a lovely secluded spot where I spend the next couple of hours, reading my book. When I eventually re-join my family we have a light lunch. During the afternoon I lie in the tent reading, before linking up with Drake and Alvin for a spectacular sunset. That evening we eat fish, and I have to admit, it is delicious. We even get chatting to the two fathers and sons we observed earlier in the day. After a couple of hours we all decide to turn in for the night. I choose to wait eleven p.m. before showering, so as to miss any of our fellow campers. On the door of the ablution block there is a notice, stating that the lights go out automatically at twelve a.m. The ablution area is basic, but actually quite clean and neat. To the left there is a long open urinal, beyond which a dozen or so ...
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