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I was born into a family that loved fishing. To be more specific, my older brother Drake and father Alvin were crazy about fishing. They tried everything in their power to get me hooked on this terrible hobby, but I simply hated it. Fortunately, my mother Rose was my protector in this regard, and although small of stature she was not to be messed with.Much to Alvin’s regret, I was a real ‘indoors’ kind of guy, something he and Drake found very hard to understand. I also think my smaller physique also somewhat disappointment them. My dad, and nineteen-year-old brother who still lived at home and with whom I shared a room, were brawny guys. My dad had his own roofing business and Drake worked for him.I was still in school, in my final year, and about to turn eighteen years old, when my mom decided to visit her sister for a couple of weeks. With her away, I was finally being roped into one of the infamous fishing excursions by Drake and my dad. It was early autumn, and with a long weekend upon us and the Monday being a public holiday, my dad insisted that I accompany them. The thought of sleeping in a tent and using public ablutions for three days, was more than I could bear.When we arrive in ‘hell,’ my dad and brother observed that the place is not very busy for this time of year, and there were only a half dozen other tents scattered about. Most of the other men look like carbon copies of Drake and Alvin and were are butch and scruffy. After erecting our tent, with little help from me, Drake and Alvin couldn’t wait to get to the lake so they could partake in their ridiculous pastime.I accompanied them but sat reading my book as they enthusiastically busied themselves. They did ask if I wanted to ‘give it a go,’ but by my pained expression they could tell that I was definitely not interested. About one hundred and fifty yards further along from us, there were two men accompanied by two teenage boys, isvecbahis also doing their fishing thing.After an hour I decided to go for a walk. Passing by the foursome, friendly smiles were exchanged before I continued on my way. About a mile or so further along, I observe a trio of men in their mid to late twenties. They were already glugging down beers as they wallowed in their masculinity. They were coarse looking and given their noisy and crude banter, I give them a fairly wide berth. I eventually found a lovely secluded spot, where I spend the next couple of hours, reading my book.When I eventually re-joined my family we had a light lunch.During the afternoon I lay in the tent reading, before linking up with Drake and Alvin for a spectacular sunset. That evening we ate fish and I have to admit, it was delicious. We even got chatting to the fathers and sons we observed earlier in the day. After a couple of hours we all decided to turn in for the night.I choose to wait till eleven p.m. before showering, so as to avoid any of our fellow campers. On the door of the ablution block there was a notice stating that the lights went out automatically, at midnight.The ablution area was basic, but actually quite clean and neat. To the left there was a long open urinal beyond which a dozen or so basins followed, and to the right, there were twelve individual toilet stalls. At the far end, an opening led to the shower area with eight equally spaced shower nozzles.No sooner had I placed my towel over the rail and moved under the last nozzle to my left, when I heard someone entering the block.After turning the water on, I observed one of the noisy threesome from earlier in the day joining me in the shower.“Hi, I’m Forsie,” he said, extending his hand in greeting.“Nice to meet you, I’m Sammy,” I replied.After removing his towel and also placing it over the rail next to mine, I got a good look at Forsie. He isveçbahis giriş was very butch and has a slight paunch. Forsie was six-feet-tall and has an impressive uncut cock. Assuming that Forsie was a nickname, I asked him about it.“Foreskin, bro, that’s how I got the nickname,” he replied, tugging on his ample foreskin that dangled generously over the end of his cock-head.“My name is actually Grant, which is what my family call me,” he stated.Before turning the shower head on he faced the wall where the drain is located, and spurted an almighty stream of piss. The spray from his foreskin could easily put an irrigation sprayer to shame. Simultaneously, Forsie let out an enormous fart. Forsie was a real hick, but there was something rather affable about him.Smiling as he looked my way, he announced, “There’s only one thing beats a good piss and a great fart.”Naturally, I had to ask him what that was.“A blowjob, bro,” he answered, with an impish grin.With a lascivious look on his face he moved closer to me after he had finished pissing. His cock began rapidly filling with blood as he stood before me. Then, after placing his hand on my shoulder he commenced pushing my body downward. I complied as if in a trance.Next, after smearing his pissy foreskin on my lips he ordered, “Open up for me, boy, I‘m as horny as hell.”As his knob entered my lips he gripped my head and began face-fucking me. Forsie did not adhere to a gentle approach and I immediately began spluttering and gagging, with my head being manipulated by a sex maniac.Forsie then lost patience with my wobbling head, and moved me further back until my head was firmly wedged in the corner of the shower walls. With my head secured by the walls and his right hand grasping my hair, he humped my mouth mercilessly.The discomfort of his actions, were totally negated by a flood of; ‘being used by a straight boy’ fantasies, that I had so often isveçbahis yeni giriş had. I was happy to comply and was completely turned-on by this unexpected episode. When he began grunting and panting, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and shot his load all over my face. Once done, he ordered me to clean his cock.Afterward, as I stood up, he scooped the spunk from my face and made me lick it off his hands.Sniggering, he then said, “See you at the same time tomorrow night. Make sure you’re here.”As I nodded in agreement, he let off another rip-roaring fart, before grabbing his towel and departing.‘He didn’t even shower,’ I thought to myself, completely stunned.When I returned to our tent the two fishermen were sound asleep.The following day was a repetition of the first day. That night we were again joined by the neighbouring fathers and sons from the previous evening.After eleven p.m., I again made my way to the showers.After Forsie arrived, a couple of minutes later, I was again pushed down and wedged in the same position as the night before. Once more my head got a solid pounding from my ‘shower lover.’ After a brief skull-fuck, he lifted me up by the arm and pulled me towards the first toilet cubicle located next to the showers. Upon closing the door, Forsie then instructed me to bend over the toilet bowl.Soon, he was stabbing his dick into me as his fingers clamped the sides of my butt. Humping and grunting, he pulled and pushed my body, on and off his knob. Forsie thumped my arse in the same fashion that he had face-fucked me, and it was clear that he only operated at one speed; fast.As his thrusting continued, I found myself enjoying my anal attack more and more and I was rather disappointed when I heard him gasping, before unloading into my backside.Forsie then gave me a warm thank you smile as he unbolted the door.Both of us got the shock of our lives when we saw his buddy, Geraint, standing outside the stall.“What the fuck was happening in there, bro?” Geraint asked, with a stunned look on his face.“I just fucked Sammy’s arse,” Forsie said, trying to act nonchalant.“Since when did you become gay, bro?” Geraint enquired.

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