The small town of Croupe, Louisiana, was known for two things, the thriving shrimp fishing business, and its High School’s wrestling team. The people of Croupe took their shrimping business very seriously. However, if they heard that the local high school was hosting a wrestling match, they would immediately dock their boats into one of the many piers you could find around the fishing town, and get ready to watch the athletic young lads take down the opposing team.
While the bearded fisherman, Quinlan, lived in Croupe his whole life, he never fully understood why the rest of the community was so obsessed with wrestling. While he didn’t know the reason for the town’s obsession, he had his own reasons for making sure he had front row seats to every wrestling match that the high school held. Seeing those young beefy lads on top of one another, their sturdy muscled legs and firm torsos teased by their tight spandex uniforms, horned Quinlan up in a way no woman ever would.
Of course Quinlan would never admit this aloud, for the 40 year old fisherman knew Louisiana didn’t look too kindly on men like him. While every once in a while he may sail down to The Crescent City and get his rocks off at a bathhouse, in Croupe, he kept mainly to himself, and his only gin and tonic was to drink in the sight of the young healthy lads who wrestled in front of him in the school gymnasium, especially Austin.
Every high school team had its star athlete, and Croupe’s was the senior, Austin. At 18 years old, Austin was about 6 ft 3, had short cropped auburn hair, and his handsome face was smooth and unblemished with full, pouty lips, gifting the lad with a gorgeous smile. His body though, was unlike any other male’s in the state. The coach even had to make adjustments to Austin’s wrestling singlet to better accommodate his 240 pound build, particularly his rather large buttocks and pectorals.
Austin had huge pecs, with large dusty pink nipples topping them off right in the center of each mound. They were perfectly shaped muscles, round and protruding from the rest of his torso, creating a deep cleavage in the singlet, and a firm separation from his upper abs, hanging low when he leaned forward.
Austin was initially embarrassed for having to need the adjustments made to his uniform, but was also hopeful that the extra material would better hide his robust attributes. He was embarrassed by how big his nipples were, but not nearly as embarrassed as how big his ass was. Nearly everyday he would hear someone note his shapely bum, he’d overhear the boys in the locker-room crudely say to one another: “Damn, that’s a ghetto-ass booty.” Followed by snickers that would make the hunk blush in shame.
Thankfully, few had seen his pecs and nipples bare, and the adjustments made to the singlet would hopefully lessen the embarrassment of his buxom build, but even so, his muscles and curves still filled out his uniform to almost bursting point.
Each time the older fisherman attended the wrestling matches held at the school, Quinlan would stare at the tall sexy hunk of beef filling out his tight singlet, and wishing he could relieve the swelling in his own jeans. He continuously fantasized being in the competing wrestler’s position, and reaching out to squeeze the sexy lad’s full round muscle tits tightly covered by the spandex, and finally seeing what they looked like; Before completely ripping the singlet off him to see that huge booty of his. Of course this was only a fantasy for Quinlan, but at the latest wrestling match though, something changed.
It started out like any other wrestling night Quinlan would attend. He’d routinely finish his fishing work early, and dock his boat to a wharf near a public restroom/shower to wash up, as the fisherman lived on his boat, which had a small bathroom but not a shower.
Once as cleaned up as he could be, and scrubbed the fishy scent out of his unkempt beard, he got down to the local High School early enough to get a good close seat to the mat. As usual, he would get excited upon seeing the tall sexy Austin pinning down the other boy. This time though, the opposing wrestler did something that caught the fisherman’s attention.
The referee was counting down as the young teen was pinned down in a hold by the auburn haired hunk, and in the last few seconds, the lad was somehow able to free his hand. He reached out and pulled on the shoulder strap of Austin’s tight singlet.
It was only meant to distract the tall hunk, which he succeeded in doing, as Austin’s guard was down when he was momentarily paying attention to the elastic material quickly settling back into place. With Austin’s head turned, the opposing wrestler got the upper hand, and got out of Austin’s hold.
The match lasted only a few more minutes, and still resulted in Austin winning the match as usual, however Quinlan didn’t seem to process the win, or the people cheering around him. His mind was still focused on what he had witnessed on the mat, when the competing wrestler pulled on Austin’s singlet. When the spandex lycra was pulled from Austin’s torso, Quinlan saw half of what looked like a large dark pink areola. It was only for half a second, but Quinlan couldn’t let go of the visual in his mind. If the crowd around him wasn’t so busy cheering for the tall hunk, they might’ve noticed the thick bulge tenting the fisherman’s jeans. Something about the single flash of Austin’s barely visible breast had sparked something inside Quinlan, a fire, a desire that quickly grew stronger and stronger. He didn’t know what was coming over him, all he knew was that he needed to see the rest of that big areola.
Over the next day or two, he made a few inquiries on the handsome Austin, slyly asking around, like where the tall lad liked to hang out, or spend his free time. The answers were mostly dead ends, until Quinlan spoke to a man who managed the shrimp and fish packaging, who also just happened to be Austin’s uncle: “Oh yeah, Austin don’t hang out much with the team. They don’t get along so well I guess. But his Pa tells me he usually hangs around the Tepel Pier and fish.” The uncle explained.
This had confused Quinlan, as Tepel Pier was a small deserted dock. It was known by a number of fishermen in Croupe, that there was hardly any fish in the waters surrounding Tepel’s wharf. So most fishing boats avoided the pier all together, and some men would sometimes just dock extra boats there, as if it were a parking garage. So why on earth did Austin fish there?
That Thursday, Quinlan finished his fishing work early, and sailed his boat to Tepel Pier . He timed it so that his boat would be docked at around the same time the High School would let out, after hearing that all athletic extracurriculars were off on Thursdays.
When he arrived at the pier, it was just as he expected, a medium sized wharf connected from a wooded forest area. There were a few boats docked, however Quinlan could tell that they hadn’t been out on the water for some time. Except for a single lawn chair, nothing else and no one else was on the dock. All that the waiting fisherman could hear was the onshore breeze and the seagulls.
Quinlan didn’t need to wait very long, for he knew any teenage athlete who had an afternoon off, wouldn’t spend it studying or doing homework; and he was right. Less than 20 minutes after docking his boat, he heard footsteps on the wooden pier. He quickly moved higher up on his boat, out of sight from whoever was coming. As the fisherman looked back to the dock, he saw it was in fact the tall auburn hunk he’d been waiting for. Austin was dressed in a pair of loose blue shorts, showing off his thick legs, and a light gray tank top. “There you are.” Quinlan lustfully whispered to himself. He felt his cock beginning to quiver as he witnessed Austin walk up the dock.
The hunk’s tank top looked a little snug on him, the fabric seemed to really hug around his huge pecs, accentuating them and showcasing their shape perfectly. The fisherman bit his lip upon seeing how they jiggled provocatively with every step Austin took. The tall muscle-boy thankfully didn’t seem to notice the new boat docked on the pier, and as he got closer, Quinlan noticed something in the lad’s grip. It looked like a medium sized tackle box, meant for carrying fishing hooks and bait. “What the…” The fisherman questioned quietly, completely confused. Austin brought a tackle box, but no fishing rod, onto a pier that had no fish .
Finally, Austin made it to the end of the dock, standing a foot from the lawn chair. He let out a deep breath he was holding in, and took in the isolated pier. He heard nothing but the breeze and birds, just the way he liked it. This pier was the only place he could be himself, his true self. Finally, he sat his large rump down onto the empty chair and laid back for a second, before looking at the tackle box in his lap.
Quinlan focused his gaze on the lad as he opened the box, pulling out a magazine, a bottle of lotion, and what looked like the handle of a fishing rod. The polished wooden part at the bottom of a fishing pole where you take hold. Quinlan was more and more curious as to why Austin was carrying a detached one in the box.
The older fisherman saw the stud put down the box and open the magazine. Not long after, a wide smile spread across Austin’s face, revealing his very cute dimples. Quinlan felt a light pulse surge through his balls upon seeing the lad’s gorgeous smile. He quickly turned and detached a mini spyglass he had on a chain attached to his keys. Holding it up to his eye, he focused the lens until he could see the magazine cover, a male fitness magazine, showing a muscular hairy man flexing on the cover.
Austin’s eyes were fixed on the images in the magazine. He felt the excitement starting to build in his pants as he stared at the pictures of the handsome David Papaleo showing off his muscled body, covered in a lightly groomed layer of fur. “Awww Fuck me…” He moaned in lust as he felt his nipples beginning to tingle at seeing such a masculine looking man.
Almost every morning, he woke up early, partially to get his morning jog done, for one of a wrestler’s biggest strengths comes from his legs, but also to get to the mail first before anyone else could. He couldn’t risk his Ma or Pa finding his magazines, full of barely dressed muscular men, and possibly closing in on the truth about their son.
Like the rest of Croupe, which consisted of mean old bible spouting types, his Pa would not approve of his boy's preferred taste, and would more likely disown Austin (if not shoot him dead) than have a queer for a son.
As he continued to stare at the pictures in the magazine, he rubbed his bulge over his shorts, feeling his cock begin to swell. Seeing this, Quinlan lowered the spyglass, his bearded mouth beginning to curl into a smile. “Well I’ll be a son of a bitch.” He whispered, chuckling to himself. Austin, the tall sexy hunk of beef, was just like him, a guy who secretly preferred males.
He felt himself beginning to chub up in his pants as he witnessed Austin lightly rubbing his bulge. Not taking his eyes off the horny lad, Quinlan began to unzip his own pants and rub his crotch over his briefs. “Come on boy, let’s lose the tank top.” He breathed lustfully, getting a little impatient.
Austin continued to rub his crotch, imagining being in the arms of a man as masculine as the one in the magazine, feeling the curls of their chest hair against his own smooth muscular torso. Lazily closing his eyes, he dropped the magazine to the ground, before slowly pulling at the hem of his tank top.
Quinlan held his breath as he watched the stud, pulling his cotton covered bulge out of his pants as Austin continued to wrestle with the snug fabric. Finally, the handsome hunk managed to pull the tank top over his huge round pecs with a bit of force, causing the fabric to jerk them up slightly. Quinlan’s eyes bulged as the hairless torso was revealed, seeing the huge mounds quiver back into place. Austin’s muscle tits were huge and perfectly round shaped, causing the gleam of the sun to bounce off his skin; which looked buttery smooth as the beefy hunk began to perspire.
The fisherman felt himself getting harder as he stared at the dark pink areolas that adorned the lad’s chest. They looked incredibly large and stuck out forward. Quinlan felt his stomach flutter slightly, he was finally witnessing the sole purpose of his little expedition, to see the large nipples on Austin’s big breasts. Even at this distance, Quinlan could tell how fat and plump they were.
Swiftly, the fisherman brought his little spyglass back up to his eye, and focused it on one of the lad’s wide nipples. “Oh fuck…” He whispered in lust, feeling his mouth go dry as he saw the enormous areola beginning to pucker. He felt a pulse surge through his balls as he watched the lads' dark nipple begin to harden.
Just then, the fisherman’s perfect view of the nipple was compromised by a blurry beige. He quickly removed the spyglass from his gaze, and saw the lad’s hand was now gripped at his full breast, groping it in lust. As one hand continued to rub the hard bulge in his shorts, the other was tweaking his big nipple. Quinlan couldn’t believe he was witnessing the provocative little show that Austin was giving him, the lad’s perfect upper body rippling in excitement as he continued to play with his huge pecs.
Austin was getting lost in his fantasy, his big titties were tingling like crazy as he imagined they were being tickled by a man’s chest hair. Fuck he was so horny, and his skin felt hot and prickly against the cool breeze, making his big fat nips stand straight forward. “Oh sweet baby…” He whispered to himself, feeling the heat from his body begin to build, making what little clothes he had on, uncomfortable. He was glad he decided to wear his jockstrap under his shorts today despite there being no practice, he didn't like to be constrained by his tight briefs when he came to the pier. Eventually, Austin slowly opened his eyes, as if coming out of a daze. He stood up, and slowly pulled the remainder of his sweat drenched tank top off his body.
Quinlan’s jaw dropped as the tall hunk stood and removed his top. Austin’s large pecs stood further from his torso than Quinlan thought it was even possible for a man, looking round and bloated like giant orbs, his nipples looked so full and wide, despite the rough tweaking the lad had given them. The horned up fisherman licked his lips as he wondered if he would be able to fit the whole areola in his mouth, or if he’d only be able to latch onto the tip, like the small mouth of a newborn nursing on a milky teat.
Suddenly, Quinlan was pulled from his mental curiosities when he saw the tall auburn hunk turn. While the older man was slightly disappointed that the beautiful muscle breasts were out of his view, he was treated to a good look at the lad’s muscular back, thick thighs and large ass in his shorts. Quinlan smiled at the teen’s enormous booty, reminded of how ripe and juicy it looked in Austin’s tight wrestling singlet.
He always got a little bit of pleasure at seeing the awestruck faces of opposing wrestlers when they saw Austin for the first time on the mat, how his muscular body filled out his uniform to almost bursting point.
Just then, Quinlan saw Austin bring his hands to the back of his shorts, and hooking his finger behind the white elastic band of his underwear, just barely visible above the waistline of his shorts. Quinlan did his best not to gasp as the tall hunk slowly shimmied everything above his waist down, revealing his bare backside.
“Sweet Jesus…” Quinlan cussed under his breath as he was treated with an eye full of Austin’s sweet voluptuous booty. It was absolute perfection, his smooth ass cheeks were like two large globes, so full, round and plump. Quinlan felt his swollen cock burp pre-cum as the lad’s enormous ass cheeks were revealed to him. Looking down, he saw the stain on the fabric of his undies. No longer seeing their need, he quickly pushed his pants and briefs down, letting his throbbing fat stubby cock breathe.
When he looked up again, he saw the lad was now bending down against the chair, his fat ass cheeks opening up in front of the fisherman. “What the fuck…” Quinlan whispered, chuckling in delight. He quickly brought the spyglass back up to his eye, and was treated to the sight of the sweaty quivering entrance to the hunk's private interior. He grinned as the tall lad’s tight hole winked at him. The horny fisherman adjusted the mini telescope’s focus to get a better look at the whole scene playing out. Austin must’ve had the bottle of lotion on the chair, as the fisherman saw the lad’s now greased up fingers approaching the puckering hole.
Very slowly, Austin reached back until he felt his incredibly sensitive area. Carefully, he brought the tips of his fingers to the entrance of the hole, and very slowly rubbed it. “Oh my God.” He gasped as he began to tease the folds of his sensitive chute, causing his whole body to shudder and shiver in sensual pleasure. He closed his eyes, getting lost in the sensation.
He couldn’t understand why it felt so good. What he was doing to himself was wrong, so wrong, so dirty, so shameful, but he couldn’t get enough of it, no matter how hard he tried to bury it deep inside of him. He felt his hard cock begin to drip as he massaged his tight hole, before sticking a full finger inside.
“Yeah, fuck that tight hole, boy.” Quinlan breathed as he began to stroke his own cock. He couldn’t believe just how dirty Austin truly was.
Not long after though, the tall hunk removed the finger from his hole, disappointing the horny fisherman. Austin then stood up and moved slightly to the side, revealing to Quinlan that the seat of the lawnchair was currently occupied by the fishing rod handle. The rod was configured to stand straight up.
“Holy fuckin’ shit…” The fisherman cussed, dropping his jaw in shock, and dropping the spyglass out of his hand, not bothering to see where it fell. He finally understood the true meaning behind the wooden handle. He then saw Austin stand in front of the chair, ready to take his seat. The lad’s handsome face was completely flush, and Quinlan could understand why; For the tall hunk of beef was about to commit an act that would give any southern father shame.
Slowly, Austin bent down, dropping his pants a little lower, revealing his rock hard cock. Quinlan was almost inclined to catcall at the impressive size. Then again, Austin’s entire body was of impressive size. “Aaah” Quinlan heard the lad gasp, as he slowly lowered his big booty onto the tip of the wooden rod. The fisherman continued to stroke his cock as he watched the beefy hunk. Austin squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth in discomfort as he slowly impaled himself onto the polished wood. As he finally made it all the way down, he quickly reached up and grabbed a hold of his fat nipples. This must’ve done the trick as Quinlan saw the discomfort in the lad’s face begin to lessen. After a few long breaths, the handsome hunk slowly moved up and down on the chair, continuously impaling himself as he plucked his big nipples. Quinlan stroked his pulsing cock to the rhythm of the hunk’s fucking. His gaze primarily focused on the sexy way that Austin’s huge round man tits jiggled up and down as he fucked himself.
“Oooooh… Oh Fuck… Yes!” Austin continuously gasped, picking up speed in his rhythm. Seeing this, Quinlan began to jerk with a heightened sense of vigor, perhaps encouraged by the sounds of Austin’s wails of pleasure. “Oh Fuck… Yes Please...” The muscle stud moaned, on the cusp of his orgasm. “Fuck... Aaaah!" He screamed as he threw his head back. He squeezed his eyes shut as his cock unloaded like a fountain, shooting ropes of cum all over his big breasts. Quinlan watched the hunk get lost in his ejaculation as he felt his own cock shoot it’s load. He closed his eyes in lust until he felt his balls relieving the last of their juices. It took a minute or two for the older fisherman to catch his breath. When he finally opened his eyes again, he saw Austin in an equally spent state. The lad was still sitting impaled on the handle rod, his face flush, and his muscular torso covered in sweat and cum.
After a few minutes, Quinlan watched the lad grimace as he removed himself from the handle rod, wobbly stand up to pull his pants up, grab the wooden shaft off the seat of the chair, and collect himself; a self-satisfying smile on his face. As the fisherman saw Austin grab his belongings and leave the dock, he found himself smiling as he watched the hunk’s round ass quiver in his shorts as he left.
The fisherman knew already that he was definitely coming back to this pier again, as he truly couldn’t get over what a dirty pig Austin turned out to be, witnessing the lad play with his body and fuck himself out in the open. He replayed the last hour in his mind, watching the auburn hunk play with his nipples, and hole, probably imagining one of the guys in that magazine he had with him. As Quinlan sat up straight to push his now flaccid cock back into his pants, he started to make plans for his next visit to this pier.
On the following Thursday, the tall auburn hunk of beef quickly made his way home after school to retrieve his tackle box. During his morning jog, he was a little disappointed to find that the latest issue of his private magazine hadn’t arrived, so he wasn’t going to be putting anything new in the box today.
When he got home, he saw his Ma and Pa were out working. He quickly changed into a red tank top he found in one of his drawers and a pair of loose blue gym shorts. Not bothering with underwear, he made his way out with his tackle box.
He hadn’t worn the red tank top for some time, and it felt particularly tight with the gains in his chest development, and the fabric felt surprisingly itchy. It wasn’t a particularly long walk from his home to Tepel Pier, no more than 15 minutes, however Austin started to walk with a slight urgency in his pace. With every step he took, his heavy pectorals continuously quivered. The itchy fabric of the tank top tickled his hyper sensitive nipples, causing his balls to churn.
He felt some relief when he finally made it to the familiar wooded area that the pier was connected to. He quickly made his way through the trees until he finally was setting his foot on the wooden dock.
However as he began to walk down the familiar wharf, he was taken off guard when he saw he wasn’t alone. At the end of the pier, was a man kneeling down to tie his boat to a cleat, Austin hoped he wouldn’t be there long. “Uhhh… Hello?” He asked aloud as he got closer.
Finally the man looked up to see who was speaking. “Oh hey there Austin.” The man said with a smile as he finished up tying his boat. He didn’t know the man, but he looked like any other fisherman Austin would’ve seen in Croupe. He was dirty from the work on his boat, his buttoned down shirt was stained with what looked like weeks of sweat, and whatever part of his face that wasn’t covered by an unkempt brown beard, was tanned from the long days working in the sun.
While he didn’t recognize the man, Austin wasn’t surprised that the man knew him, being the town’s star wrestler. “Uhh… Hi there, and you are?” He asked uneasily. He hoped this guy would quickly get lost, his balls were starting to ache a little from his tank top’s continued tickling of his nipples.
The man finally stood up. “Right. Name’s Quinlan.” He said, eyeing the tall beefy stud up and down, making the teen a little uncomfortable. He smiled to hide his discomfort and quickly spoke. “Well I uhhh… Just came down here for some quiet fishing.” He lied.
The dirty man eyed him warily. “But you don’t have a fishing rod with you.” He pointed out. Austin’s smile faltered. "Oh uhh... what do you know." He laughed, trying to hide and brush off his nerves.
“Also this pier has no fish, it’s why there’s no boats on the water ‘round here.” The fisherman explained. Austin felt himself start to sweat nervously. “Oh… well…” He began, but struggled to find the words.
Quinlan held his hand up to silence the nervous lad. “Austin, save your breath. I know what you’re really doin’ here.” He informed the hunk. “I know ya come down to this pier to work your nads.” He spoke matter-of-factly. The tall hunk felt his heart quicken. “I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.” He said quickly, his voice full of nerves. Quinlan kept his voice calm. “I know you come here to jerk off to men’s magazines, that’s what’s in the tackle box ya got there.” he admitted.
Austin’s eyes widened at the accusation. “Fuck you talkin’ about, I ain’t no fuckin’ fag!” He spat defensively, his voice was just under a shout.
The teen was a good foot taller than the older fisherman, but Quinlan remained patient and unphased. He knew the teen would get defensive at such an accusation, so he knew not to be intimidated. “Keep your fuckin’ voice down.” He told the defensive lad. “That’s how I found out about ya.” He lied. “You were moaning pretty loud when you were sittin’ down right there.” He explained to the tall hunk of beef, nodding to the chair.
Austin’s throat tightened, the man had caught him fucking himself. His cheeks burned furiously from the shame of being caught, he felt his skin begin to sweat from nerves. There was no realistic or believable excuse to explain himself. He hung his head low, refusing to meet the gaze of this stranger.
Quinlan took the opportunity to leer at the teen’s perspiring chest, currently squeezed into a tight red tank top, which both created and showed off a deep cleavage.
“Wh-what are you gonna do?” The shamed teen asked nervously. Was the fisherman gonna tell his Ma or Pa, tell the town, ruin his life? Quinlan finally looked up from the lewd peep show the stud had for a tank top. “Don’t worry, I ain’t gonna say nothin’.” The fisherman explained.
Austin's big pecs jiggled excessively as he whipped his head up to meet the older man’s gaze. “R-Really?” He asked in surprise and hope. Quinlan felt his cock quiver as the hunk’s muscle tits shaked from the slight movement. He wished to readjust the growing in his jeans, but focused on the stud. “Look, between you and me, I’m the same, and we both know this town don't look too kindly on guys like you and me.” He explained to the naive hunk. “I been real lucky stayin’ outta public interest and affairs, so no one knows.” He continued. “But you. You don’t got such a luxury, considering what you are to this town.” He said seriously.
Austin hung his head bashfully, but he understood what the man meant. People in the town considered him a hero, they came to watch him wrestle nearly every match, they treated him as if he were part of some big extended family. However if they learned the truth… He shuddered, trying hard not to think about it.
The fisherman stroked his beard as he noticed the look of anguish on the handsome hunk’s face. “Look, from now on, just to play it safe when you come here…” He began. “Why don’t you do that shit in my boat instead of out here on that old chair.” He suggested.
The tall stud looked up at hearing this. “Really? You’d be okay with that? Why?” He asked, confused. “Well first off, cause’ you’re pretty loud when you’re spilling your seed.” The fisherman laughed, making Austin blush. “And also cause’, I know what it’s like to have to hide your feelings’. And like I said before, I been lucky enough to get away with it, but you’ve gotta be more careful. You understand me?” He said sternly.
Austin said nothing, there was something about the man’s voice. His voice held this edgy tone of authority, a tone that the tall hunk would normally hear from his coach or his Pa. Austin looked seriously at the man and nodded. “Y-Yes Sir.” He said quietly. “Thank you.”
Hearing Austin’s words caused Quinlan’s cock to slightly quiver in his pants. He liked that, the way the handsome tall hunk referred to him as ‘Sir’. He smirked at the stud, before resting his rough, dirty hand on the hunk’s sweating shoulder. “Have fun son .” He said suggestively. Winking at the tall hunk before walking away from him. Austin watched the fisherman leave the dock until he disappeared into the wooded area.
Slowly, Austin turned his head back to the fisherman’s boat. It looked like any other medium sized shrimping troller you could find docked around Croupe, pretty harmless looking. Realizing this, he walked over and carefully boarded the small cruiser. “Ooooh” He shuttered as he felt the fabric of his tank shift against his nipples. “Fuck…” He quietly gasped.
Once on board, Austin looked around the deck and saw cages, ropes, nets, coolers, and other equipment the fishermen of Croupe usually equipped their boat. Gripping his tackle box close to him, the stud tiptoed past the scattered equipment, careful not to knock anything over, as the queer fisherman was generous enough to let him use this boat. Due to his size and build, he was rather awkward as he made his way through the rocking boat until he finally reached the single cabin aboard.
While the fisherman had thankfully left the door latched open wide, due to his height, Austin still had to kneel down to enter the cabin. Once inside, he turned on the lights, and looked around the 16 square foot room.
The cabinets and walls were painted white, but visibly chipping, and slightly color faded from age. On the opposite end, Austin saw the boat’s helm, under a wide window overlooking the water. On one side was a little make-shift kitchen, consisting of a 2 burner stovetop next to a sink, and a microwave atop an old looking minifridge. There were only 2 pieces of furniture, a three wheeled chair next to a table that came out of the floor, and a large tanned couch.
Austin set his tackle box on the floor next to a little pile of magazines, and hesitantly sat down on the couch. He still felt a little awkward using the fisherman’s boat just to… work his nads. However these uncertain thoughts were quickly diminished by the slowing growing ache in his balls. “Awww shit…” He quietly moaned as he lightly rubbed the tenting bulge in his shorts.
As Austin reached out to grab the tackle box, his attention was suddenly caught by the little pile of magazines. The one on top looked at least 15 to 20 years old, but featured a burly looking older man on the front cover. He was bald, but had a thick well groomed beard. He was wearing nothing but a jockstrap, that looked airbrushed on to cover up such thick equipment. The lack of clothing revealed the man’s burly, muscular body, covered in thick hair. Austin felt his balls churn as he stared at the hairy masculine man.
Quickly picking the magazine up, he nearly ripped it open, the pages were stuck together from the last reader. Quickly looking through the first few pages until he found the table of contents, Austin skimmed through the list until he found what he was looking for:
Cover Feature: Barry Barrett Bears All; page 33 .
He quickly skimmed through the pages, making mental notes to look at them later after catching little glimpses of the hairy masculine men on each. When he finally reached page 33, his eyes widened and his jaw dropped. Austin stared at the centerfold, featuring the hairy guy from the cover, Barry, laid out in a Burt Reynolds-like pose, without a stitch of clothing. While not hard, the man’s cock was very thick, and looked to be about 7 or 8 inches.
As Austin’s eyes roamed the man’s muscular body, covered in hair, he began to feel his balls beginning to brew. The man’s sheer masculinity was getting him hot and excited. He rubbed his large sensitive nipples through the tight itchy fabric. “Awww Sweet Jesus…” He cussed as he felt them get hard, provocatively poking through the tight tank top.
The top was already so snug from the huge man-tits the stud possessed, but the swelling of his fat nipples was making his tank top just too tight, the itchy fabric was continuously making his hypersensitive nipples tingle. Standing up for a moment, he pulled up the top of his tank top, and struggled to take it off. It took a great deal of strength to wrestle it passed the swollen melons adorning his chest. Once he finally managed to get it off, he threw it to the side.
He cooed quietly as he felt the fresh air on his big nipples, feeling them begin to pucker as he retrieved the lotion from his tackle box. As he sat back down on the couch, he looked back at the man in the magazine as he greased up his hands, imagined feeling the man’s furry body against his smooth one. Slowly he reached up and began to rub his big titties, fingering his excited nipples until the plump teats were hard peaks. “Awwe Fuck me...” He quietly moaned, closing his eyes and throwing his head back.
He continued to rub his nipples as he felt the sensational feeling of his cock begin to harden. With his eyes still closed, he quickly lowered his shorts down to free his swelling member, before his fingers returned to his equally swelling nipples. He was glad he decided not to wear underwear.
Once naked, he laid back on the couch, feeling his skin begin to perspire. Being naked on someone else’s furniture, feeling the unfamiliar fabric against his skin, it just seemed like such a naughty thing to do, it excited him. He began to stroke himself as he continued to play with his big titties. “Mmmmmm…” He groaned, biting his big lips as he felt the waves of pleasure rush through his whole body.
“Oh Fuck boy” He heard.
Austin’s eyes flashed open, and gasped. Five feet away, the fisherman… Quinlan Austin suddenly remembered, was sitting on the sliding chair, grinning lasciviously at the stud. The hunk slowly looked down at himself in horror, and felt his heart pound like crazy.
Here he was, caught playing with himself, completely naked on this stranger’s couch. Austin felt his cheeks burn furiously and his stomach jitter like crazy, consumed with humiliation and shame at having been caught so completely exposed.
Quinlan stared in awe at the big beefy teen naked on his couch. The lad's massive chest was heaving and red from the attention he was giving them; his big nipples erect and full. His sweaty face was a deep red and looked mortified at being caught. The fisherman enjoyed watching the lad’s flush from his face spread over the rest of his body, revealing the hunk’s growing shame.
“W-What are ya d-doing?” The nervous lad finally managed to ask. He didn’t know why he did though, he should’ve been profusely apologizing to the fisherman for being naked on his property when the man had been generous enough to keep his secret. He wanted to apologize now, but his throat was tight and his mind was too cloudy from the nerves.
He kept his gaze low, refusing to meet the fisherman’s eyes. It was then that Austin noticed the rest of the man. His jeans were unzipped, and the fabric of his underwear was tented out of the open fly. Austin shivered slightly upon realizing this, but then his gaze wandered upward, seeing the man’s work shirt was unbuttoned; revealing tufts of thick looking fur, visible in the narrow opening. Austin couldn’t help but stare at them for a few moments longer, but turned his gaze away, he didn’t want to make the situation worse.
The fisherman stroked his beard for a moment before finally answering the lad’s question. “Well no offense boy but, I don’t know you. It don’t seem like a good idea to have a stranger all alone on my boat while I’m not here.” He chuckled, as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving the confused and embarrassed teen. “Well don’t stop on my account.”
Finally, Austin looked at the man. “W-what?” He asked unsteadily, unsure if he heard right. The man was rubbing the bulge tenting out of his pants. “Keep going son, before you hurt yourself.” He said winking at the stud. The hunk shuttered at the suggestion to keep playing with himself in front of the man, but at the same time, the fisherman was not wrong.
Austin’s cock now stood painfully erect from all his stimulation, and his balls had gotten so swollen by the amount of juices they were producing. His jutting mammoth tits were slightly red from all the attention, his huge nipples were swollen and had doubled in size. His skin had become hyper-sensitive from his delay in activity, that just the tiny droplets of sweat trickling down his huge pecs made them feel slightly prickly. As shameful and humiliating as it was to do this in front of an audience , he needed to continue, if it meant he would have been given the relief for which his body was currently screaming for.
With his cheeks still deep red, and his heart pounding like crazy, he slowly brought his fingers back to his hard nipples. “Awwee Fuck…” He cussed, louder than before. They were more sensitive due to his delay, feeling needles of pleasure rush through his whole body, causing a pulse to go through his balls up to his hard fuck pole. With his vacant sweaty hand, he proceeded stroking his engorged cock.
“Yeah boy, Work those big titties.” He heard the fisherman say crudely. He slowly looked up, and saw the man had pulled down the fabric of his underwear, revealing his hard fuck meat to the stud. He slowly started to work his cock as he stared at the hunk. Austin knew where his gaze was, the man was staring at the stud’s big muscle tits. The horny teen could feel his heart pound as the fisherman stared at them, looking entranced, while Austin just sat there, wishing to disappear from the embarrassment.
It had embarrassed Austin the way his curvaceous body always attracted attention, most notably the crude comments the boys made about his large ass in the locker room. While the prolonged stares at his chest endowment still made him feel awkward, his one saving grace was that no one had ever seen his pecs bare, they never seen the way his humiliatingly big nipples got hard the instant they were exposed to the air. Now though, here he was, entirely exposed to a stranger, who was getting off on the way he played with his big titties.
Trying not to think about it, he moved his gaze down, away from the lecherous man’s face, staring at the way he beat his fuck meat. His cock wasn’t very big, compared to Austin’s impressive endowment, but it wasn’t the man’s member that had held the lad’s attention, it was the thick dark fur surrounding it. As he continued to stroke his own cock, Austin couldn’t help but stare at the hairy forest of pubic hair surrounding the fisherman’s cock. A very manly coating, the lad thought to himself.
As if reading the hunk’s thoughts, Quinlan slowly began to pull back the sides of his shirt off, revealing his chest, which like his privates, was equally covered in dark hair. “Fuck you’re making me so hot, boy.” He chuckled quietly. Austin couldn’t take his eyes off the man’s hairy chest, biting his big lips as he stared at the dark curls.
Very slowly, the man slid the chair closer to the beefy stud, his eyes never leaving the hunk’s huge round pecs, enjoying the way they quivered up and down to the rhythm of the teen stroking his horny cock. The sweaty hunk barely registered that the man had gotten so close, until he saw him moving his arm. Austin’s heart pounded as he saw the fisherman bring his hands closer to his sweaty teats.
The man’s hands were dirty, covered in grime and calluses from years of working on the boat. “Oh Sweet Lord!” Austin said loudly as the fisherman’s rough hand squeezed his hypersensitive tit. The man fanned out his fingers until they found the lad’s fat areolas. Quinlan’s fingernails were long and thick, when the fisherman pinched the beefy stud’s big nipple, they clasped around the taut rubbery skin; Causing Austin to shut his eyes and hiss in pain and excitement.
These hands, these unfamiliar rough hands, were pinching his nipples. Austin was so used to playing with them himself, that it just seemed so foreign to have someone else handling them. He was in such an erotic frenzy, that he didn’t even realize the man was lowering his face to the lad’s sweaty breast.
Quinlan lifted his chin slightly, and little filings of his beard lightly brushed against the massive teat. “Ahhh…” the teen hissed, opening his eyes. He looked down and saw the man putting his bearded mouth on the fat aching nipple.
"Aahhh Sweet Jesus..." The muscle hunk shouted, throwing his head back as the fisherman began to suckle his nipple. For a second, Austin thought he heard the fisherman chuckle, but he wasn’t sure. The lad was too distracted by the older man sinking his hungry teeth into his hyper-sensitive nipple. He had never experienced anything like this before, and it felt AMAZING.
Needles of pleasure rushed through Austin’s body as he felt the fisherman grab his other pectoral. “Yeah, suck my big titties.” He groaned. The beefy hunk was no longer even touching his body, the man was pleasuring all the right spots. He could feel his prick leaking precum as the man continued to suckle his tits.
After what felt like forever, Quinlan finally removed his lips from the swollen nipple, only to plant his mouth onto the other nipple, while beginning to pinch and pluck the previous one. He truly couldn’t believe it, he was actually suckling the beefy teen’s sweet nipples, a fantasy of his was actually coming true, and his mouth was able to fit the whole areola, instead of just the nub.
The man’s attention to his nipple sent electric signals all over the boy's body, zeroing in on one place in particular. Austin’s eyes flashed open when he felt the familiar nerves coming from inside his hypersensitive backside. He needed to pleasure his hole, but was he able to without being noticed?
Turning his head as much as he could, he slowly reached back, trying to get his hand under his fat rump he was sitting on. He tried as best as he could, but his big ass cheeks were too fat to squeeze just one finger in between his seat and bum.
Just then, Austin felt the man’s long finger clamp one of his nipples in a hard pinch. “Ahhh Fuck.” The beefy hunk shouted. While the teen was distracted, the fisherman pushed Austin down onto the couch, landing on his back. Caught off guard by the sneak attack, Austin saw the man sit on the couch, next to his thick flailing legs. “I know what you were doing boy, let me give you a hand.” He grinned at the lad.
“Wh… what?” Austin asked with a look of confusion, but just as he asked, he felt a wet tongue in-between his large ass cheeks. "Oh My Goddd..." He hissed, eyes wide. Holding his legs still, the fisherman seemed to be going to town on the hidden hole. Every nerve in Austin’s muscular body seemed to twitch and snap as the puckering hole was worked on.
Quinlan pulled Austin’s legs out a little more; making sure his fat ass cheeks didn’t get in the way. While his tongue worked the lad's hole, the tickling curls of his beard teased the folds of the sensitive chute, causing the muscle-boy’s body to ripple and contort into overdrive. Eyes closed, Austin was sweating, panting, and continuously cussing the lord's name.
It was all too much for Quinlan, his balls were aching, and his cock was dripping precum like crazy. He needed to satisfy both his and the muscle boy’s prolonged orgasms. Finally, he withdrew his tongue from the lad’s wet hole. Then, with all his might, he was actually able to lift the beefy teen wrestler onto his lap. “W-What… What’s happening?” The horny hunk asked in between pants.
“Hope you’re ready big boy.” Quinlan warned the massive hunk on his lap. The lad looked at the man confused, but mere moments later, the fisherman slipped his hard cock into the lad’s ready hole. “Oh FUCK!” Austin exclaimed loudly, his eyes bulging as he felt himself getting impaled. Quinlan’s tongue had moistened the hunk’s chute nice and slippery, that he was able to slide his cock in with ease, soon beginning his steady rhythm of fucking.
Austin wasn’t in too much discomfort, as the fisherman was not quite as large as his fishing rod handle, but the man was fucking one of his most sensitive pleasure zones, pushing in and out of his horny hole.
“Oh My God!” Austin cussed as he rode up and down Quinlan’s cock. The fisherman was right about before, Austin was a vocal lad, screaming and cussing each time Quinlan had his whole cock all the way into his enormous ass, hitting the boy’s fucknut. But the fisherman wasn’t paying too much attention to the stud’s vocals, he was completely hypnotized by the muscle-boy’s chest. With each jolt and thrust, Austin's big breasts jiggled up and down so perfectly.
The longer he stared at the fat protruding nipples quivering so provocatively, he knew he was getting close. With one last thrust, he held the tall beefy hunk down on his cock, and pulled him in close. As he felt Austin’s smooth massive tits squeezed into his hairy chest, he felt his cock explode.
“Ah Damn” Austin hissed. Feeling the fisherman’s very hairy chest against his smooth pecs was amazing, the way the little curls tickled his hypersensitive nipples. It was everything and too much all at once. “Oh My Fucking Lord.” He screamed as he felt his own cock erupt, just as he felt the fisherman shoot a torrent of cum inside him.
It took a few minutes for both of them to catch their breath. Finally, the fisherman was able to slide the spent boy off his now flaccid member, and then looked down at his body. His chest fur and thick beard was covered with sweat, and Austin's spooge.
Slowly, Quinlan turned his head to look at the sweaty boy in question. Austin was laying on his back, his sweaty, heaving big tits were pointing up provocatively. His thick legs were still lifted, and he had his hand at his just fucked hole, feeling Quinlan’s cum spilling out. Taking his hand up to his face, he slowly licked the slimy substance off his fingers.
The fisherman shook his head and chuckled. The lad was licking up Quinlan’s man cum along with his own ass juices, directly from his just fucked hole. “You dirty, dirty boy.” Quinlan laughed, making the beefy lad blush at being caught.