Date: Sat, 11 Dec 2010 17:46:59 -0500
From: Thomas Rea <tommy922@hotmail.com>
Subject: Fish Tale

Please enjoy this wonderful "fish tale" of two friends on a weekend fishing
getaway. As always, feedback is appreciated at tommy922@hotmail.com.


A couple of years ago, I went to my neighbor's house to pick up some tools
he had borrowed. As I was leaving, I walked in on Henry looking at some gay
porn on the internet. He shut the computer off in a panic, but we both knew
what had gone on. I didn't give it much thought since I enjoy some of the
same stuff. At the time, I wasn't going to "out myself" and tell him
that. Besides, it would just make an awkward situation more so. I never
said anything about it and neither did he.

Last summer, he and I went on a fishing trip at a cabin he time shares. I
could bore you with the details here, but you probably wouldn't be
interested, so I will get right to it. He and I were drinking one night and
began to discuss our wives. The subject of porn came up and he mentioned
sheepishly that he was embarrassed as hell when I caught him looking at the
gay stuff on his computer. He added that he was scared shitless for months
afterwards that I would say something.  I assured him that I hadn't said
anything because it really wasn't any of my business. For a laugh, I added
that I was pretty good at keeping secrets.  To drive the point home, I let
him know that I've watched some of the same type of porn myself.

He seemed surprised, but I got the impression that he understood my
meaning. I'm not a hundred percent sure why I told him, but I suspect that
the combination of being far away from home and the buzz from the beer had
made me a little...adventurous. After all, Henry was not a bad looking
guy. Tanned and in his late-forties, he was a little over six feet tall,
curly salt and pepper hair, light brown eyes, and a well-trimmed goatee. He
was heavy for many years, but had gotten heavily into diet and exercise
over the past two years or so. Now he was lean and trim; somewhat muscular,
but thin.

I slid my hand across the table and rubbed his hand and wrist
affectionately. Henry seemed to hesitate a bit, but then rubbed my hand
back. I stood up and leaned over so I could kiss him. He closed his eyes
and kissed me back. As my tongue slipped into his mouth, I felt his hand
reach up and hold my head to his. His other hand groped my crotch and
caused my already growing cock to become fully erect inside my pants.

Henry wasted no time and started unbuckling my belt and pulling the front
of my jeans open. He reached inside my boxers and grabbed my hard cock. I
pushed my jeans and boxers down over my ass and hips until they settled at
my ankles. As I stepped out of my pants, I pulled my mouth away from
Henry's and stood up straight. He took the hint and immediately wrapped his
wet lips around my cock. I pushed it in and out of his mouth with small and
easy thrusts of my hips. He didn't seem to mind and just took more of it in
each time.  I grabbed my cold bottle of Killian's from the table and spent
the next few minutes enjoying my cold beer and hot blowjob.

Henry was very good. I could tell this was not his first time at bat, so to
speak. No wonder he enjoyed these out-of-town fishing trips so much!

After he worked my tool for five or ten minutes, Henry looked up at me and
smiled. Without saying anything, he stood up, kissed me, and led me to the
couch where we stripped off the rest of my clothing. I lay down and stroked
myself slowly. Henry undressed and climbed on top of me. We made out some
more and Henry grinded his hips into mine making our hard cocks rub
together.

He sat up and moved up on the couch until he straddled my upper body. His
hard, uncut cut flopped onto my chest as he reached down and cradled my
head in his hands and pulled me up to his hard meat. I was barely able to
give the foreskin a lick before he pushed the whole thing in my mouth.  He
continued to hump my face until I started to gag a little bit. He wasn't
that huge – maybe a tad over six inches – but he was shoving his cock
into my mouth while he pulled my head into him. It was the perfect rhythm
for him to enjoy his blowjob, but it pushed my gag reflex to its limit and,
to be honest, didn't give me time to catch a breath. I finally had to put a
hand on his lower abdomen and push him back a little so I could catch a
quick break. It obviously turned him on to be gagging me, because he
knocked my hand away and started to mouth fuck me a little harder.

 "Yeah," he grunted, "suck that cock. That's a good little cocksucker." He
was really enjoying himself.

Of course, I do love a good challenge, so I threw myself into my work. I
reached up under him and grabbed his hairy ass and began pulling him into
me. I grunted and moaned in rhythm with his hip thrusts as I sucked him
harder than ever. I slid one hand down and played with his dangling balls
before sliding it back up between his legs and probing his tight asshole
with my finger. This definitely got his attention, because his ass cheeks
tightened with surprise and he started to groan more as he fucked my mouth
even faster.

I have no idea how long we continued like this, but we were both dripping
in sweat when he announced that he was ready to cum. Henry asked me if he
could cum on my face. I was game, but since I still had a mouthful of hard
cock, I simply answered with a muffled and vigorous, "Mmmmmph hmmmmmph!"

He reached down and grabbed the base of his cock and pulled it out. I let
my head fall back onto the sofa cushion as he stroked his fat tool. The
first glob of hot cum shot out and splattered my cheek. More followed with
each successive stroke. I opened my mouth and ravenously lapped up any
globs that landed on my waiting tongue. He came a lot. It made me curious
how long it had been since he'd gotten laid. Anyway, I didn't care. It was
just more for me to enjoy, right?

When he was through, he sat there on top of me panting as sweat ran down
his chest and belly. I looked down at his now flaccid rod laying on my
chest and dripping the last bits of warm and salty cum. I felt the globs on
my face starting to drip down my face. I could only imagine what I must
look like.

Henry and I looked at each other and smiled. He reached down and grabbed
his t-shirt from the floor and gave it to me to wipe my face dry. We just
stayed there looking at each other before we finally burst out laughing.

"Well?" I said with a big grin.

"Well what?" he answered.

"Now that you've used my face as a cum dumpster, aren't you at least going
to give me a kiss?"

He smiled again and leaned down. He had to slide down a bit to reach me
and, as his lips met mine, I felt his ass push down on my still hard
cock. I reached my arms around his chest and held him close to me as we
kissed.

"Do you like to fuck?" I whispered in his ear.

"Of course..." he whispered back with a chuckle. He reached down and gave
my dick a little squeeze. "Just give me a minute, OK?"

He stood up and walked to the bedroom. He returned with a condom and small
bottle of lube. Well prepared, I thought. He gave me the lube as he tore
open the condom and rolled it down my cock. I kissed him again and pushed
him towards the couch. I positioned him on all fours with his elbows
resting on the arm of the couch as I squeezed a little lube onto his
asshole and started to massage it in.

He had a beautiful ass. He spent a lot of time on his boat, so he had a
great tan. The tan line across the small of his back and his ass told me
that he spent a fair amount of his boating time in speedos. I worked a
couple of fingers into his ass and he groaned appreciatively as I did.  A
few minutes later, I mounted him from behind. He gave me a good bit of
resistance as I started to push my cock head into him. I had to go really
slow and work it – made me wish I had thought to bring a bottle of
poppers along, but then who knew?

As my shaft slid into his warm, tight ass, I ran my palms from his ass, up
the sides of his back, and onto his shoulders. I massaged his shoulders a
bit while I used them to pull him into me ever so gently. He didn't say
much, but he grunted loudly as I penetrated him. He started to relax and
take me more easily, so I started to pick up the pace. I squeezed a bit
more lube onto my cock as it slid in and out of him and that seemed to make
it a little easier for him. By now, I was going at him fast and deep, but
gently. He seemed to be enjoying it more the longer we went at it. I gave
his ass cheek a hard slap and called him my bitch.

SMACK!

"Whose ass is this?" I demanded.

"Mmmm...yours..." he grunted in response.

SMACK!

"I said whose ass is this???" I demanded louder this time.

"It's yours!" he called out.

SMACK!

"Whose?"

"YOURS!" he screamed.

"That's right." I said smugly, "And don't you forget that."

I rode him for another thirty minutes or so.  Periodically, I would reach
down and pinch his nipples or slap his ass. Twice more, I would demand to
know whose ass this was. He always answered correctly, but it was always
three or four ass slaps before he answered loud enough and vigorously
enough.

When I felt myself getting ready to cum, I held onto his hips tight. I
began grunting loudly and pulling Henry's hips into mine. The impact of our
sweating flesh made loud slapping noises that echoed throughout the
cabin. He must have known when I was starting to blow my load because I
gripped his hips tightly enough to make my knuckles white.

I blew my first load into the condom buried in his ass, then pulled back
grunting and slammed into him for the next one. I did this five or six
times until I was done. The sweat rolled off us in rivulets and our panting
was even heavier than before.  I pulled out of him and then laid my chest
across his back; my head rested between his shoulder blades and my arms
wrapped around his chest. His sweat and the heat of his body felt good
against my skin. I felt his labored breathing under me as well as the rapid
beating of his heart. We lay silent like that for a few minutes before I
turned and kissed his back and shoulders. I stood up without a word and
walked to the bathroom to clean up a bit.

When I returned to the living room, Henry was dressed again and sitting on
the couch drinking a beer. I grabbed one from the fridge and went and sat
next to him. I laid my head on his shoulder and rubbed his muscular
forearm. Neither of us said much. When we finished our beers, we decided to
go grab a bite to eat at a particularly good steak house a short drive from
the cabin. We shared a bed the remainder of the weekend. We fished, we
grilled, and we drank. At night we made love and fell asleep in each
others' arms. It was a memorable weekend – and the first of many weekend
fishing trips for us.