Jake Goes Fishing
Jake was a happy go lucky type that was busy living life, and just didn't pay attention to things going on around him. This got him into a lot of trouble. His buddy Deke even started calling him, "Mr. Magoo" because he was such a klutz!
Jake and Deke often went fishing early in the morning when the sun was just coming up over the lake, foggy and damp, but perfect for fish to bite. This morning, they settled on a pier a mile down from their cottage. It was rickity, with boards missing, but would hold them just fine.
Deke said, "Get set up, and I'll go up for some bait to the bait shack down the road."
So Deke left, and Jake started to set up out on the pier. His 25 year old frame was muscular and roughened by sports and hard work. He realized that the little weight he put on lately had filled in his cotton shorts pretty tight. He had trouble stooping or bending they were so tight. He wore no underwear, so he hoped that the strained material held together. But no big deal anyway, since they were usually alone this early at the lake.
As Jake bent to set up their fishing tackle, and try to straighten a couple of the old boards at the edge of the pier, a small boat came out of the fog very close to the pier. Gramps Meadows suddenly saw the pier in the fog, and was concentrating on steering by it. This left his 10 year old nephew Petey alone at the back of the boat with his fly rod.
Petey never yet tried out the fly rod without Gramps' help. He loved his new birthday fishing rod, and was having a great time. He saw that Gramps was busy, so he heaved back and cast the line out over the boat.
They were so close to the pier that the hook bounced along the rickity boards. When we started to reel it in, it flew up and caught the seat of Jake's tight cotton shorts right at the seam down his crack. Jake stood up abruptly! "What the...?" Jake felt a yank at the seat of his pants and looked over his shoulder to see Petey's line crossing from the boat to his ass.
"Hey there, bud! Don't yank that line! I'm..." But Petey wasn't listening, and neither was Gramps. The boat seemed to be hung up on something just off the pier. The pier jutted into the lake a few hundred feet, so the water should have been plenty deep at that point to accomodate the little boat. Still, Gramps was preoccupied.
"Give me my line!" Petey shouted, upset that his new rod was getting pulled out of his little hands. What if his precious new rod went over the side and was lost? Petey was horrified, and started to reel in and yank at the line like he was reeling in "the big one"!
"Hey little feller! Stop that now!" Jake was getting pulled toward the end of the pier where there was nothing to stop him from going into the drink! "Help!" Jake grabbed onto anything to keep from falling. He ended up clinging to the railing at the end of the pier, his legs wrapped around the rickity post. The post wavered back and forth menacingly as Petey pulled at the seat of Jake's shorts.
Rrripppppp! Jake's face whipped around to see what was ripping! "_s_h_i_t_! My pants!" The seam was slowing ripping each time Petey pulled. Jake felt a slight draft up the middle of his ass crack as the seam loosened. He felt around and found a hole where his finger could easily go in. "Wait bud! Wait!" Jake was red-faced, wobbling on the rickity post. He slid down and his crotch came to rest on a crossboard that stuck out slightly past the post.
Petey wasn't paying any attention, he just kept pullin' and hollerin! "Give me my rod, mister!" This finally got Gramps' attention, and he came back to help.
"Here, let me get that!" Gramps grabbed the rod and pulled without looking to see what was on the other end. Rrrrrrrriiiiiiiiippppppp! The seat of Jakes tight shorts popped open from crotch to waist band.
Gramps looked up and saw the swarthy Jake clinging to the post in the fog. "Hey there! What are you doing with my kid's line? I'm losing his new fly rod! Here, -give- -me- -this- -rod-" Gramps gave a last mighty tug, and with one last Rrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiipppppppp! the seat of Jake's short open to the waist.
"Oh no! Help me! Hey old man! Help me! My pants" Jake felt like the pole was about to dip into the drink as it wobbled from the tug of war. At the same time, the expensive new fishing rod slipped over the side and disappeared into the water. It was still hooked to Jakes shorts, and as it sank it tugged at the shorts, which sagged down and hung around his legs, exposing Jake's meaty glutes to the foggy air,
Jake was humiliated with his bare butt waving in the faces of the kid and the old man. He reached back and tugged at his shorts. He tried to pull them up over his butt and cover his bare hiney waving in the breeze.
"Ooops!" Jakes red, sweaty gaze met the two spectators on the boat. "Sorry about the rod" Jake stammered, seeing the boy was distraught and crying.
"Sorry? That was an expensive rod, son! You'll be sorry alright!" With that, Gramps reached down and found a large frat paddle stowed in the gear box. This here is what I use on the kid, and I'm gonna use it on your ass. And as it happens, your ass is primed and ready, now ain't it.?" the gramps sneered.
Jake felt himself go beet red and he stammered, "Now mister, I didn't do nothing. I'm' sorry but..."
Gramps paid no attention to Jakes stammering. He steered the boat and it swund around slightly angling Petey and Gramps closer to Jake's bare rear end hanging off the pier. Gramps started to test out his swing.
"I ain't paddled a young man since Petey's dad was young. Hope I ain't too rusty, now!" Gramps took a practice aim, gingerly patting the muscular buttocks. He eyed them sneering as they bounced freely on the paddle. Jake closed his eyes and grimmaced, waiting for the wicked paddle to swing. He tried to pull down his tshirt, but it wasn't long enough and only flapped higher up his back when he let it go.
"Mister, please! No!" Jake couldn't "bare" to look! He clenched his butt cheeks automatically.
"Young man, if you clench'em, I'll swing harder. Now loosen em up, c'mon!" Gramps ordered. "If you don't it'll be harder on ya. Loosen!" Gramps patted the muscular glutes until they softened up. "Now bend forward and give me a target! C'mon young man, do as I say, or y'all be here all day. In another hour, this fog'll lift, and you'll look mighty silly hanging on this here pier with yer ass flappin in the breeze! Now loosen up!"
Jake complied. He was so humiliated by gramps, he decided to cooperate and satisfy the old man so he could get this thing over with. He bent forward slightly, sticking out his behind so his glutes rounded a little and unclenched so they filled out for the paddle.
WHAAAAAAAAAACKKKKK! "Ye owwwww!" Jake squealed. His ass sizzled where the paddle had crossed over it. Petey giggled through his tears! Jake turned red all over again and was fiery red in the face in spite of the cool foggy air.
WHAAAAAAAAAAACKKKK! "Ye owwwww!" Jake's big ass bounced over the water as the force of the swat bent him and the whole post forward toward the pier.
WHAAAAAAAAAAACKKK! WHAAAAAAAAAACKKKK! WHAAAAAAAACKKKK! Every whack across Jake's ass was raising welts, but gramps kept going. The thick oak paddle branded Jakes' ass like a cattle brand. Jake tried to reach back and rub his sore butt.
"Move those fingers! I'll whack you so hard you'll have to stand up for the duration!" Gramps declared with a smirk. Jake moved his hand away.
"How many are you gonna do?" Jake's voice trembled on the edge of tears. He was surprised at how the paddle hurt a grown man's ass. He was also surprised at the reaction in his groin! The paddle was driving Jake's crotch onto the crossboard with every swat, and his dick was gettin hard as a rock!
WHAAAAAAAAAAACKKK! WHAAAAAAAAAACKKKK! WHAAAAAAAACKKKK! WHAAAAAAAAAAACKKK! WHAAAAAAAAAACKKKK! WHAAAAAAAACKKKK! WHAAAAAAAAAAACKKK! WHAAAAAAAAAACKKKK! WHAAAAAAAACKKKK!
"Yee ooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwww! Jake's scream shattered the silence around the lake, and Petey guffawed.
"Gramps, you sure are bustin his hump, huh Gramps!" Petey clapped his hands.
Jake tried to shift his weight off of the crossbeam to stop humping it and getting a hard on. He untangled his legs and shifted his weight. But he forgot about the condition of the shorts until he heard a loud "KERPLOP" in the water below. The shorts!
Jake now found himself hanging off the pier naked from waist to ankle, wearing only his running shoes and tshirt. These white accessories set off his blazing red ass nicely. ;p
Jake struggle to get resitutated on the crossbeam of the post. He re-wrapped his legs around the post and sagged down until his crotch settled back onto the beam. But now he didn't have the protection of the ripped cloth under him! The splntery wood bit into his crotch and balls. Jake felt his huge pole sticking into his stomach. Gosh! Was he hard as a rock from being stripped and paddled by this old man!
WHAAAAAAAAAAACKKK! WHAAAAAAAAAACKKKK! WHAAAAAAAACKKKK! WHAAAAAAAAAAACKKK! WHAAAAAAAAAACKKKK! WHAAAAAAAACKKKK! WHAAAAAAAAAAACKKK! WHAAAAAAAAAACKKKK! WHAAAAAAAACKKKK!
"Yee oooooowwwwwwwwwww! Jake wobbled slowly on the pole to the left and then back to the right. The pole was practically separated now from the rest of the pier, allowing him to wobble slowly to the left and to the right after each painful whack. He had the sinking feeling that the old man would see his swollen dick curved upward and into his stomach.
"Gramps, what's that?" yelled Petey. He guffawed loudly. "What's that big red thing?"
"Don't you mind that now. Just take a lesson from this young man's big red bottom. You don't want that to happen to you, so you mind your Gramps."
Finally, Gramps tired of paddling Jake's behind. He gave the handsome muscular ass a few final pats with the paddle. Curious, he leaned over and placed his hands on Jake's swollen ass cheeks, while Jake sniffled softly up on his rickity perch.
"Can I feel em Gramps, huh? Can I feel em?" Petey clamored, reaching out toward the fiery red ass. Gramps lifted him up so he could feel. The two stood there, running their hands around Jake's swollen ass. "Wow, it's hot!" the kid exclaimed. "You feel that? It's burning!" Petey shouted.
"I know, I know!" sniveled Jake. Can I please get down now?" Jake struggled to get down, but his ball sac was caught on multiple splinters under him. His engorged dick was rubbing against his stomach and the post. And to top it off, he could still feel the cool hands on his fiery butt. It was too much! His dick rubbing, the splinters pinching, the hands massaging!
Jake started to sweat and shinny his legs against the pole, trying to get his feet over to the pier each time the post leaned that way. Each time though, the splinters caught him painfully underneath, and he waited for the next go round. He was so humiliated, humping this pole back and forth while the hands massaged his bare bottom. "No, stop touching me!" Jake whimpered in horror. "No don't! Stop touching... No don't!"
But the two were so fascinated with the swollen buttocks, they just kept on. Actually, Gramps wanted to see what would happen to Jake, while Petey was preoccupied with the flexing glutes. He had never seen one so muscular and wide before.
So Gramps kept the pole strategically wobbling as they massaged and Jake humped. Gramps could see up between Jake's legs, and see the scrotum catching on the splinters. And when Jake almost got free, Gramps swatted him again with his hand across the middle of his ass, driving him back up onto the splintered beam.
In no time, Jake started to squirt. The glistening river of white liquid poured down across his stomach, down the pole and both legs, and still he came. Gramps chuckled and gave him a couple final swats before angling the boat away from the pier.
As the boat turned and headed out to deeper water, Jake heard his friends feet come pounding out across the pier. "Jake! What the hell? I leave for two minutes and...!" Deke shook his head and helped Jake up the post and onto the pier.
Both of Jake's hands held his bare, bruised ass. Deke helped him up onto the grass. "Lie down, buddy. Looks like you need some lotion. How'd you get so burned already? Where's your pants?" Deke squirted a cold stream of lotion across Jakes burning bare buttocks.
"Don't even ask!" Jake stammered. "Don't even ask!" And he sank down and sighed as Deke tenderly massaged the lotion onto each aching butt cheek.