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Gunter, Pt 1, by justjames17
I first saw Gunter as I wandered along the riverbank, it was a Sunday and I was bored out of my 17yo mind; as I passed under the road bridge I saw him, he was fishing off the cement base of the huge column supporting the bridge arch. I paused watching him as he baited his line; his head was down as he concentrated on threading the worm onto the barbed hook. This gave me the opportunity to study him without him knowing I was there, his pale body was almost naked as he wore only a tight blue pair of lycra speedos, my eyes centered on his crotch where I could see his package clearly.
The flimsy shiny material showed everything, his tight rounded ball bag and his stiff spike of a dick pointing up towards his cute face, the sunlight shone on his light brown short hair and illuminated his left side leaving his right in shadow, the cleft between his flattish pectorals was obvious as was the small brown dot of his left nipple. His long coltish legs were clasped together holding his long fishing pole, one of those concertina poles that had no reel attached, you simply raised the pole and the hook would be easy to grasp, a tiny blacfk and yellow float swung on the line as he baited up ready to lower the bait into the sluggish water below.
His slim build entranced me as did his good-sized package hidden under the flimsy material of his togs, I wanted to get to know this slender lad and slowly I approached where he sat. I wondered about his age he looked a year or two younger than me but then again he could be my age just a slow developer. I edged along the narrow footpath that ran along the bank between the river and the tall rock wall built to create the levee that was built to protect the town from flooding.
My shadow moved across his pale white thigh as I stopped beside the concrete base, he turned his head towards me as he lowered the bait into the river, my heart stopped beating as I saw his angelic face. His pink lips curved up in a tentative smile as he looked at me, I smiled in return, "Caught anything mate?"
He shook his head, "Nah not yet I've only just got here, its my first cast."
I looked down between his pale thighs and got a close up of his sweet package, my mouth salivated at the sexy sight, he definitely had a hard on as his cock head was poking at the tight waist of those sweet speedos. He looked up at me again and saw my eyes were looking at his bone and he blushed deliciously as he clenched his thighs trying to conceal the errant muscle. I smiled at him and winked my eye to try getting him to relax as I said softly, "That is nothing to be ashamed of it is beautiful."
He looked down again and I noticed even his ears were glowing bright red, "You mean that? You think my hard on is beautiful?"
I grinned, "Yeah it really truly is a thing of beauty, I hope you don't mind me saying that?"
I knew all boys liked to think and hear that they had great dicks, it was part of being a male, this boy was no exception and I could see his bone actually throb with excitement at my words. My legs were getting tired after my long walk and now standing awkwardly on the narrow path, I needed to park my posterior for a while. I asked him if I could join him on the concrete, he wriggled his cute bum across, his fishing pole waggled in the air as I slid up beside him my bare knee gently touching his. A tingle zapped through me at the contact with his warm flesh, he didn't pull away from my intrusion into his space so I left my leg resting against his.
We sat quietly watching the river flowing past and his small float bobbing in the slow current, suddenly it vanished from sight under the water, the line tightened and the soft rod tip bent down as the fish dived away trying to escape. He gasped and lifted the pole tip towards the bridge overhead a good-sized yellow-eyed mullet swung flapping and twisting in the air above the water. The lad giggled happily as he swung it in grasping it in his hand, he gently unhooked the fish before giving it a brief kiss and releasing the silvery creature back into the water.
I applauded his actions and said, "Its cool you release that fish you catch, that is a great move."
He grinned making his dimples deepen in his otherwise smooth cheeks, I only release them here because the river's so polluted I wouldn't dare eat them, but if I was fishing in the sea I'd keep enough for a meal."
I nodded and said, "That's cool mate can I ask you something?"
He nodded as he rebaited his hook, I watched him and asked, "Where are you from? That is a great accent it sounds European."
He nodded blushing again, "We come from Germany, my family came here five years ago, my dad works in the German Embassy."
I smiled at him and said, "Cool it is a sexy accent you have I like it and you speak really good English."
He blushed again and looked down at the river between his knees, I nudged him and said, "Don't be embarrassed you really are a cool guy. Can I ask your name? Mine is Jarred."
He looked at me still flushed and said, "I'm called Gunter, Gunter Eberhadt."
I chuckled at his surname and nudged him in the arm, "Are you called Eberhadt due to you constant boner?"
Gunter looked aghast at me then he cracked up giggling, I thought he was going to slip into the river so I grabbed hold of him around the waist. The feel of his firm slim body was incredible he was so taut and I could feel the muscles and his sharp hipbones, he froze when I grabbed him then he seemed to suddenly relax in my grasp. He sighed softly and I felt him tremble, I looked down at his straining swim trunks and saw he was as hard as steel and that there was a definite dark spot at the tip of his cock where it pushed hard at that satiny slick lycra. He was so hard I could easily make out that he was uncut as his beaut boner pressed tight to the material, and in his excited state he was leaking sweet goo.
I turned my head and whispered softly into his ear, "You have a great cock you know, I'd love to make you feel good if you'd let me."
My breath puffing into his cute ear made him squirm and giggle, I realized he was super sensitive in his ears and decided to dabble my wet tongue tip in his ear hole. Gunter squealed as I pushed into his ear, his body bucked and he nearly dropped his fishing rod into the river. He pulled away and turned to stare at me his blue eyes wide with shock, his lips moved wordlessly then he gasped, "Ooh you stuck your tongue in my ear how weird."
I smiled hoping he wasn't upset and said, "I hope you didn't find it gross or anything, I wouldn't want to do anything to upset you Gunter?"
He sat there his cute face showing he was thinking then he giggled, "Hehehe, no it made me feel strange, I sort of felt a shiver run through me and my dick jumped."
I hugged him to me and he leant into me resting his head on my shoulder, his warm body made me feel so happy that I kissed the top of his head while inhaled the scent of his morning shampoo still evident faintly in his hair. Gunter sighed and rubbed his smooth cheek on my shoulder, we sat there together until I saw a man approaching along the path. We separated and sat side by side as he passed, I felt his eyes boring into our bare backs as he stepped up onto the concrete slab and passed between the bridge support and us. I felt he was also peering into Günter's slightly exposed crack where it showed above his tight togs, the man hesitated, standing behind us then asked, "Catching anything boys?"
Gunter nodded and turned his head looking up at the man, "Yes I just caught a mullet and let it go."
The man laughed and then said, "That's good do you catch many fish here in the river?"
Gunter nodded and told him a few bream but mainly mullet, the man said that it was good to see boys outdoors doing things rather than being inside on computers or playing Game Boys and such things. I thought to myself, "Yeah I bet you do so you can look at boys."
After standing there for a few more minutes he moved on and I sighed in relief, Gunter leaned back into me as soon as the man turned the bend upstream and disappeared from sight. I desperately wanted to put my hand on his rampant rod and feel him up, I wondered how he'd react if I did so. He seemed quite comfortable leaning into my body and seemed happy with me hugging him, my arm wrapped around his back while my hand was on his hip, if I dared feel him up would he object? Would it ruin what I had built between us so far?
I was so nervous I was trembling as I dropped my other hand onto his knee, no reaction from Gunter except he lifted the fishing pole and removed it from between his legs putting it down on the far side of him then he spread his slim legs apart a little. I took it as an invitation to move my hand up that pale but muscled thigh my fingers rubbing gently up the soft flesh of his inner thigh. Gunter began to tremble and his breathing sped up, as he lifted his head from my shoulder and stared as if hypnotized down at my slowly moving hand. I was enraptured at the feel of his smooth satiny skin under my fingers and palm, his thighs opened further and I could see his rounded tight scrotum and rigid twitching rod so clearly through those revealing speedos.
I neared his crotch and could feel the heat emanating from his totally aroused genitals, then my hand contacted the tight balls and Gunter gasped tossing his head back onto my shoulder. I rubbed his swollen pouch as I licked slowly up his arched throat, tasting his sweet flesh, he moaned loudly, his voice echoing off the cement bridge above us. I loved the sound of his voice and the feel of his hot package in my hand, his dick was jerking and pulsating excitedly, I looked around ensuring we were alone as I grasped his unbelievably hard penis giving it a squeeze in my fingers driving a burst of pre cum that oozed out through the straining lycra where it glistened in the light.
My mouth watered to taste him and I slowly began licking his chest working my way down onto his flat firm belly as he leaned back on his elbows arching his slender taut torso up to my exploring tongue and lips while moaning loudly as he gasped for breath. My hand was working his dick rubbing and squeezing it pumping that slick sweet juice out in preparation to wrapping my lips about his knob and sucking on his exquisite elixir.
Gunter was squirming like one of those worms he used for bait, I watched the play of his muscles under his satiny skin, his abdominal muscles tensing and relaxing as I licked down and around each one that made up his youthful six-pack. His prominent outie navel attracted my attention as I licked and sucked on that delightful little knob making him giggle and gurgle while my eyes were locked on his jerking cock and I could smell his excited hot sweaty crotch. My nose rubbed his moist togs across his cock head I felt the slickness of his juice and it caused me to pounce opening my mouth to suck him inside. A wail of pleasure echoed about the arched bridge above as Gunter heaved his hips up trying to stuff his prong down my throat.
I sucked and slobbered on his speedos as I imbibed his sweet pre cum before I undid the knot of the cord at his waist to open the flimsy covering so I could take that delectable dick deep in my hungry mouth. Gunter lifted his cute arse up to allow me to slide the swim suit down below his tight hairless balls, his dick jerked and oozed before my admiring eyes. I licked from that tight wrinkled sack up the throbbing underside of his prick then insinuated my tongue tip inside his loose foreskin swabbing it about his sensitive crown. Gunter was bucking and heaving with incredible intensity his corded muscles rigid like his delicious dick, he groaned and I felt him tense up, his cock pulsed against my tongue before he spurted a gusher of goo into the back of my surprised throat. He had blown his load almost instantly when I'd sucked him into my gob.
His cock spewed a good amount of hot tasty teen sperm and I gulped it down so I didn't lose a drop, it slipped down my throat like delicious oysters and after I'd drained him dry I pulled back locking my lips tightly around his stiff shaft, his crimson sensitive cock head popped loudly from my mouth sending a final jolt through his panting sweaty body and he gave a giggling gasp as his wet dick slapped onto his smooth belly the shaft nestling in his silky soft pubes. I looked up at his sweaty flushed face to see his sweet lips parted as he panted, his smooth torso aquiver in the reminiscence of his massive climax. I kissed his warm still heaving smooth belly then worked my way up to his nipples, I licked and sucked on his tiny nubs making them firm up before continuing up to his moaning mouth.
I buried my cum tainted tongue inside his wet moist orifice and swabbed it about his wet muscle, Gunter gurgled then closed his sweet lips about my invader and sucked upon it as his tongue twisted about mine in a slippery dance. We were both afire with lustful pleasure and I cursed when I glanced up the path to see the man coming back towards us. Too late to hide what we were ding as he was only yards away and his eyes were agleam as he saw Gunter's bared crotch. We hurriedly tidied our clothes as he stepped up onto the cement support and stood looking down at us smirking broadly, Gunter picked up his rod trying to appear as if nothing had happened but his flustered face gave it all away.
I glared at the bloke daring him to say something, but he didn't speak he just crouched down between us and groped Gunter's crotch, I was furious at his arrogance thinking that sweet Gunter would like him touching his privates. I grabbed the man's arm and tugged with all my strength, he swayed then overbalanced falling arms and legs flailing face first into the river below with a mighty splash. Gunter lifted his rod out of the way and I said, "Come on Gunter we'd better get moving before he climbs out."
We packed up his tackle and bait, he pulled on a pair of cut offs and we ran off up the path and away from where the man was floundering around trying to climb out of the river. Up the steps we hurried and I felt thirsty so I suggested we get a drink at the nearby milk bar, Gunter agreed and I shouted him a can of Coke and an ice cream. We sat together on the bench outside watching the passing traffic then he said, "Thanks for everything but I've got to get home for dinner. Maybe I'll see you again I go fishing pretty often."
I felt a tug at my heart as he picked up his gear and headed off up the road, I watched his slim body till he turned a corner and I lost sight of him. I hoped that we'd meet again but who knows.
To be continued.