An Angler Pops My Cherry

My mother always marched to the beat of her own drum. Mum grew up in a blue-collar family with two ultra-masculine brothers. Both siblings, as well as her father, were as rough as a bear?s arse. Grannie was hardly a dainty flower and down to earth. I had little recollection of granddad, who passed away when I was six.When mum was in her early twenties, she had a brief relationship with a man twenty years older than she was. He was a thuggish individual and the father of my older brother. After three months of pregnancy, mom realized that the thug was a waste of time and decided to raise my brother alone. *My mother was always industrious. In time, ended up owing a pub and grill setup. When my brother was fifteen, mom again fell pregnant with me after a one-night stand. My biological father, however, remained a mystery. This scenario was unlike my brother?s dad, and Gordon would bond with his dad as a teenager.*By the time I was born, my mother had mellowed, and I became the apple of her eye. Unlike the strict upbringing, my brother, Gordon, had endured, I Escort Beylikdüzü could do no wrong. In addition, according to everyone, I was the cutest blond boy imaginable. This situation further irked Gordon and made him resentful, and I had to endure a fair amount of bullying. Fortunately, my mother and grandmother, who later moved in with us, were always at hand to come to my rescue. I loved Gordon, but he was a phlegmatic individual who grew to become somewhat of a binge drinker and hell-raising drunk.Gordon frequently got kicked out of the house when mum grew tired of his bullshit. Much as I enjoyed these respites, Gordon invariably returned home because he was a shit-magnet. Keeping a full-time job always taxed him. What irked Gordon the most was when my mother told people that I would one day run her business because Gordon would not be capable of doing so.Other than the drama with my brother, I had a happy childhood and got on well with my mom?s earthy friends and their rough children. Although I was somewhat Beyoğlu escort of a mommy?s boy, I was never a sissy and realized early on that I was gay and I loved fooling around with the other boys. I will not elaborate on that because it would be inappropriate on this site. As puberty advanced and I grew older, however, the fooling around waned when the other boys became cunt struck. A sinking feeling of isolation began for me during this period in my life. **Little did I realize that a change was about to happen. One of my mom?s school friends was a man named Scully. Scully was rough, coarse, and loved fishing above all else. Whenever we popped into his home, there were always angling magazines lying around. Scully was not ever married and never spoke about his private life. He had always been cordial towards me, and despite his skankiness, I had always liked him.When Scully popped into the pub and grill on my seventeenth birthday, he gave me a fishing rod.?Maybe now you can start catching fish for your mother?s business,? Bomonti escort bayan he joked.My brother let out a derisive snigger at the suggestion.?Gorgon, don?t be so rude. I could teach Mark to fish,? Scully countered.?Mmm,? Gordon dismissively countered.?Well, what do you say, Mary? Do you think I should teach Mark to fish?? Scully contested, addressing my mother.?Yes,? my mother said, flustering her annoyance at Gordon. ?I do believe Mark will do just fine, Scully.? *?Cool, so Mark, are you up for the challenge?? Scully inquired. *Although fishing was not my thing, caught up in the moment, I replied, ?Anytime,? giving Gordon a look of defiance.?Great, I?ll pick you up on Friday afternoon,? Scully announced.As promised, Scully picked me up in his truck with his boat on a trailer. I had no idea what to expect but found the adventure very exciting. In my mother?s inimitable fashion, a cooler box with sandwiches and salad ingredients materialized for the excursion.En route, Scully told me we would be sharing a tent and using the ablution area at the beach and the outdoor showers.As we travelled the fifty miles to our destination, Scully also told me that he had never liked Gordon. ?Your brother is a real prick,? Scully asserted. ?Your mother is lucky to have you? I have always adored you,? Scully concluded, as his icky left hand squeezed my leg.