Shortly after we moved to Wellington, New Zealand, I took up fly fishing. New Zealand is an outdoor paradise and fly-fishing is a very popular hobby. While living in Wellington, I slowly accumulated all the correct gear and equipment. As my passion for the sport grew, I also collected any kind of magazines or books on fly-fishing, in order to improve my knowledge. Trust me, NZ fish are clever and you have to outsmart them if you want to “bag a couple”.
After a year in Wellington, we relocated to Hamilton and I had even more fly-fishing options and opportunities. I was out at one of my favourite spots, one cold morning when another angler also showed up. The river was fairly wide and there was enough space, for another angler or two. After the other angler greeted me and politely asked permission to fish part of the same river, we got going at “chasing” trout. I watched the angler and he was definitely not experienced at all. We fished, in silence, for about two or three hours and I caught and released some very nice size trout. I kept two to take home. I could see that the other angler managed to catch only one trout during all that time.
As I announced to the other angler that I was packing up, he also decided on calling it a day. As we got to the river bank, we did a formal introduction and his name was Mike. He looked like a young guy but I could see that his fishing equipment was kind of old and looked well used. Mike explained that he recently took up fly-fishing and his equipment was all “hand downs” from friends and family. It was about a twenty-minute walk to the car park and on the way back, we had a very nice and flowing discussion about fishing. Mike was very passionate about his new hobby and eager to learn more.
We eventually got to the car park and I noticed that Mike was driving an old Toyota sedan. How he managed to get to the remote car park in a car, was a miracle as it is more suited to higher clearance vehicles, like 4x4s. I have a huge collection of old fly-fishing magazines and offered them to Mike. I told him that these magazines would help him with his fishing and would teach him all the secrets to be better at fishing. Mike took my phone number and said that he would be in contact, some time or the other, to arrange collection of the magazines.
About two or three days later, Mike called me and we arranged for him to collect the magazines at my house, on the Saturday, early afternoon. Mike arrived at my house on Saturday and I invited him in. I showed him my tackle collection and all the gear that I have accumulated, over time. During our conversation, Mike told me that he was a university student (that explained the old car and “substandard” fishing equipment).
Mike explained that he moved to Hamilton at the start of the year after finishing school and was sharing an apartment with two friends, who were also aspiring teachers. I gave Mike most of my old magazines and he was very appreciative of the magazines and when he left, he said that he really wanted to give me something in return. After I refused and he insisted, I eventually told Mike that I liked the local NZ beer, called Tui. Mike promised to bring me some Tuis, some time or the other.
I did not hear anything again and thought nothing further of it. Roughly about two weeks later, I received a call from Mike and he wanted to know if he could drop off something for me on the weekend. We again arranged for early Saturday afternoon, at my house.
This particular Saturday, my young son was having a sleepover birthday party at our very good South African friends (actually related to me). At about 2 pm Mike arrived at our house, with a dozen Tuis, for me. It was an unexpected present, which I appreciated. I invited Mike to have a beer with me and my wife. Mary joined us outside on our deck. It was surprising and refreshing to have a meaningful conversation with such a young guy, but Mike was very mature for his age and as he was also intelligent. He could hold a decent conversation (it came out that he recently turned eighteen). We spoke about our NZ life and how the culture in NZ was quite similar to South African culture.
After about an hour, we were “old friends”. On the spur of the moment, I invited Mike to stay and have a South African “braai” BBQ with us and he agreed. As we already had plans for a BBQ, the meat and sausages were ready, Mary just had to make a salad. I started the fire and once the coals were ready, I put the meat and sausages on and before the sun had set, we finished our food. We refreshed our drinks and sat around talking about the good life in NZ. In the corner of our deck, we had a spa and as it was starting to cool down, I suggested we all sit in the spa, which was already up to temperature as we used it the previous evening and I had not switched it off.
My suggestion was questioned by Mike about him not having the appropriate swimming trunks for the spa. I told Mike that we never wore any clothes in the Spa and he was welcome to join us in his underpants or nude, whatever he was comfortable with. Mary told us to go ahead, as she was first going to load the dishwasher. She did it on purpose, to give us men a chance to get into the spa and for Mike to not be awkward about the underpants or nude option.
We walked over to the spa and lifted the lid/cover off and I switched the jets on. Not looking at Mike, I just took my clothes off and climbed in. Mike did the same, but he kept his underpants on. We sat back and enjoyed our Tui. Mary finished up in the kitchen and came out to us, in the spa. She deliberately took her time, undressing right in front of us and then climbed into the spa. I could see that Mike had no control over his eyes and was really taking it all in.
It was super relaxing in the water, with the jets doing their magic. Conversation still flowed freely and I was starting to see some potential in the current situation. Mike stepped out to use the bathroom and it was clear that he had an erection. It was also evident that he was extremely blessed and I was surprised he was not called “Tripod”. The bulge in his underpants was enormous. While he was gone, I asked Mary if she was interested in “fun and games” and slut that she is, she can never say no. How would things progress from here?
Mike came back and as he was about to step back into the spa, Mary said to him to take his underpants off as that would allow them to dry out while we were in the Spa. Mike was hesitant and shy, but with Mary’s encouragement, he took his underpants off, but by now he again had an erection. This “boy” had a “pole” on him like I have never seen (OK, I have not seen so many penises in real life). He profusely apologized about it and Mary thanked him, as she considered it a huge compliment, that she could have that effect on such a young man. Mike then told Mary that she must be joking as she was so hot and sexy. Just what a woman wants to hear.
We all sat back again and I then put my plan into action. I told Mike that when we lived in South Africa, we had a special friend, who regularly joined us for some hot and sexy threesomes. He was very surprised and then shocked us by telling us that he was still a virgin and the nearest he ever came to sex was that a girlfriend once gave him a blowjob. Interesting confession, but also very useful information, for what I had planned.
I told Mike that there was one particular jet when Mary positioned herself in front of it, that could give her an orgasm, quickly. Mike did not immediately believe me and I told Mary to show him. She positioned herself in front of this one particular jet and as it was aimed right at her clit, she quickly had an orgasm, within two minutes. Mike could not understand it and Mary told him to hold his hand on her pussy and feel the pressure, from the jet. It worked and Mike could feel the water hitting Mary between her legs and on her clit. With Mike’s hand on her pussy, it did not take long for Mary to get ready for another orgasm and during her build-up, she told Mike to rub her clit. She orgasmed on his hand. Mike was absolutely panting from excitement.
I turned Mary towards me and we kissed, while I fondled her boobs and my hand found its way to her pussy, only to find Mike still had her pussy in his hand. No problem, game on. I continued to kiss Mary and Mike played with her pussy and was rewarded by Mary with another orgasm.
I was worried about all the noise and suggested we go to our bedroom. After we towelled ourselves dry, we got onto our bed. Mary was openly admiring this young, very large cock and stroking it, lovingly. She was fascinated by the very large, kind of out-of-proportion mushroom-like head. The head of Mike’s cock was so large that she found it challenging to get into her mouth, to be able to give him a proper blow job. It took a couple of attempts, for her to get it all in and suck on her new toy.
As it was slightly uncomfortable for Mary, she eventually switched to just licking and stroking his cock, from the head to his balls. When Mike started to show signs of reaching his climax, she stopped and rolled over, instructing Mike that it was now his turn to lick her. As it was his first time, she had to gently guide him about what she liked and what he had to do to give her extra pleasure. Mike was a quick learner and from the sounds she was making, must have done an excellent job.
We do not own condoms and as a married couple, never use condoms. The next step was for Mike to fuck Mary and as we were confident about his health and no other sexual experience, Mike had the privilege to be the first guy to fuck my wife, in front of me, without a condom. I have always wanted it to happen, just could not find a suitable guy.
Mary helped Mike to guide his dick, slowly into her very wet pussy. As the head was so big, it was done very gently, at first and then he started to fuck her. I was still thinking of what position I wanted them in when Mike announced that he was close to orgasm. Mary wrapped her legs tightly around him and Mike emptied his balls in her pussy. I have always wanted to fuck her with another guy’s cum inside her and when Mike pulled out, I planted my dick as deep as possible in her super wet pussy. I must confess, I also did not last long, before I mixed my cum with Mike’s cum.
We all took a short break, to recover and Mary cleaned up a bit and then we got back on the bed for some more glorious fucking. We tried all different positions and Mike had two more orgasms along the way. It was a wild night and a first “bareback” for us. Mike was in heaven and could not believe his luck. Mary, on the other hand, could not believe that a guy, less than half her age, just fucked her.
She absolutely loved how it felt when Mike used just the head of his cock to rub over her clit and then every now and then, pushed the head into her pussy. She loved the “shallow” fucking as it really stretched the area around her pussy entrance, which in turn stimulated her clit.
After this event, Mike joined us a couple of times in our spa and bedroom, but just when we thought we had a good thing going, we decided to move to Australia. (There is one last Mike story to follow and it is epic, trust me.)
