Date: Thu, 17 Feb 2005 03:48:30 -0800 (PST)
From: Sin Titulo <sintitulo2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fly Fishing

Fly Fishing
by
Sin Titulo

	I first met him when I knocked on his door selling
frozen food.  He was nice enough, if lonely.  He lived
on a country road in rural Pennsylvania.  A retired
salesman himself, he was sympathetic to my concerns
that he buy something from me.  He made a fresh pot of
strong coffee, and I showed him the benifits of my
company's freezer stocking plan.  We got along well,
and he placed an order for chicken, fish, and
vegetables.  He said he'd given up red meat several
years before.  I got a deposit check, and told him I'd
deliver the food to him in two days time.
	I thought about him the rest of the afternoon as I
made my rounds to regular customers in the same area.
His name he said was Jon D.  I liked him, and we had
talked about fishing in the local streams I'd grown up
fishing.  He was new in the area which is why I had
stopped to see if I could sell him a program.  He had
lived most of his life in a palce he called Greenwich
Village, but when he retires from selling stocks and
bonds, he wanted a simpler life than his little
village had offered.
	I'm essentially a country boy, and although I've been
to Philadelphia a couple of times, and once even to
Pittsburgh, I don't have much truck with cities.  I
like the clean air and smell of cow dung on the breeze
occassionally as I drive the country roads doing my
job.   I'm in my mid forties, and have been married
twice, neither of which took for one reason or
another.  I've done my best to take care of myself,
and cut a pretty rugged figure, since I chop my own
firewood for the winter, and stock my own freezer with
fish I've caught myself, and ducks and geese and the
occassional deer.  I haven't given up red meat yet.
	Jon looked like he had spent many hours in a gym
working his muscles until they were fine and finely
tuned.  He said he was fifty-two, and had made a good
living in stocks and bonds, and didn't need to work
any more.  I envied him his freedom.  I'd be at my job
for the rest of my life, or until the state took my
driver's license away for poor eyesight, or just old
age.  There were weeks when I could barely pay my gas
bill for all the driving I had to do.  There were,
however, other times when it wasn't so close at the
end of the month.
	True to my word, I pulled into Jon's driveway two
days later to deliver his order.  He was sitting on
his porch in a rocker, drinking a tall glass of
lemonade, and offered me some.  We sat and talked
while we drank the beverage.  He wanted to know if I'd
consider showing him around some of my favorite
fishing holes, since he didn't know the streams and
was growing tired of sitting alone on his porch
drinking lemonade.  We made a date to go fishing
together on Saturday morning, and I warned him I'd be
by early to pick him up.  He said he'd get some gear
together before then, and would have a pot of coffee
ready and pack a lunch for later.  I told him it was a
deal.
	The rest of the week, three days until Saturday,
seemed to drag by slowly.  When my alarm clock went
off at 4AM Saturday morning, I was more than anxious
to get on the road to his little farm.  I'd packed my
equipment the night before, and since we were heading
into mosquito heaven, I  sprayed myself well with
repellant since the bugs could be hellacious where we
were headed.  I dropped the spray can of repleeant on
the front seat to let Jon coat himself good, before we
headed out.
	When I got to his place, the lights were on, and in
the dark before sunrise, I could see him through the
window of his kitchen working on something.  I went
around to his kitcchen door and tapped.  He shouted
for me to come in and have some coffee.  He was just
finishing making a cup of expresso with a fancy
looking machine on his counter.  He handed a tiny cup
to me, and dropped a twist of lemon peel into the
pitch black brew.  I'd heard of this stuff, but no
place I knew served it, but I was game to try it.
Anything once they say. The first bitter sip, caused
my face to go ugly in a grimace.  He laughed and
pointed to the sugar and cream.  I helped myself while
he started a cup for himself.
	After I'd doctored the brew, it wasn't too bad.  He
drank his straight and black.  We left our dirty cups
in the sink, and he brought a couple of brown paper
bags with us as we headed out to the car.  We loaded
his new fishing equipment into the trunk next to mine,
and I made him stand still while I sprayed him with
repellant, and we headed out to my favorite stretch of
the Lehigh for trout and maybe a musky or two if we
were lucky.
	It was just turning light, when I pulled to a stop on
the shoulder of the road, and we got out into the
crisp mountain air.   The path down to the river, was
steep and worked its way through boulders exposed by
errosion, and finally opened out on the banks of the
broad placid stretch of stream in a kind of private
little beach.  Jon thought it was beautiful there, and
we started to work on getting our equipment ready.  It
wasn't too long before I realized he had no idea about
fishing or fishing equipment.  Most of his stuff still
had the pricetags on, and he had no idea how to put
any of it together.  We spent several minutes with me
showing him how things fitted together, and showed him
how to tie on a leader and trout lure.   It took
another few before he got the hang of casting.
	The trout were cooperating and it wasn't long before
we both had pulled in respectible fish.  I gutted them
and put them on ice in the chest I'd brought for the
purpose.  By then, the sun was up and warming the day.
 He got out a large thermos, and poured us both mugs
of strong black coffee.  He hadn't remembered cream
and sugar, because he drank his black, but at least it
wasn't that expresso stuff he'd made earlier.  As we
drank the coffee, we talked about nothing much.  He
asked if I was married, and I told him the sad tale of
the two bad experiences.  I asked if he had been
married, but he said he'd never found the right woman.

	As the morning moved on, about ten, he declared
himself hungry.  Since neither of us had had anything
more than coffee, food sounded good.  We had packed
four more fish on ice, and so we decided to take a
lunch break.  He pulled out chicken sandwiches, that
were delicious, and I had a sixpack under the crushed
ice in the chest.  We ate and drank our beers, and
talked about nothing much.  Jon looked a little
uncomfortable after a bit, and said he wanted to
correct something he'd told me earlier.
	"What's that?"  I took a swallow, and set my can down
and picked up my tackle box, to look at my selection
of lures.
	"I said I'd never married, because I'd never found
the right woman."
	"Yeah?"  I pulled out a Rapalla minnow, wondering how
it would do for mid morning Musky fishing.
	"Actually I never married, because I never bothered
to look for the right woman."
	"What the hell does that mean?"
	"That I'm gay."  He looked at me closely, judging my
reaction.
	"Yeah?"  I had never known anyone willingly admit to
being gay, but that didn't mean I had an opinon one
way or another about it.  "So what?"
	"It doesn't upset you being here alone with a gay
man?"
	"No.  Why should it?  Are you going to put the moves
on me?"  He laughed.
	"I've thought about it."
	"No shit?"
	"I think you're an attractive guy.  I wouldn't mind
making a pass at you, if I thought it would get me
anywhere."  I thought about his words, and had several
fleeting images rush through my mind.
	"I think I'm flattered.  I like you too Jon, but I've
never thought of myself in bed with another guy."
	"I didn't think you had.  I certainly wouldn't want
to damage our new friendship with anything you didn't
want to do."
	"Well, I wouldn't do anything I didn't want to."  I
dropped the Rapalla back into is slot of my neat
tackle box.  "You want another beer?"
	"I haven't upset you have I?"  He looked at me
intently.  I pulled out two more beers and twisted
their caps off.  I handed him one, and took a long
swallow of mine.
	"I guess not," I said, looking at his worried face.
We sat in silence for a while, until our beers were
fiinished, and I'd put the empties back in the chest
to pack out with us when we left.  I spent this time
thinking about what he'd said.
	"What are you thinking about," he finally asked.
	"What two guys might do in bed together."  I was
feeling a tingle in my cock from the images I had in
my imagination.
	"And what conclusion have you come to?"
	"Well," I hesitated a second.  "It could be
interesting.  I've never thought about it before, but
who knows?  It might be all right."
	"Would you like to try something with me now?"
	"What?   Here?  There's no privacy."
	"Come on, we've been here since dawn, and haven't
seen a soul.  What are the chances that if we drop our
pants, the place is suddenly going to be crawling with
people?"  I thought about it for a second or two, and
realized he was right.
	"So what would we do?"
	"The easiest might be just a blowjob for now."  I
ducked my head. nodding.  I'd had a few of those while
I was in the service from whores I'd paid.  They
weren't bad, but nothing special that I remembered
about them.  Just cursory quickies in dark bars.
	"OK. . . How do we do this?"  He grinned, and stood
up and stepped closer to me.  He pulled me up to a
standing position, and then leaned me back against a
large smooth boulder next to where we'd been sitting.
He dropped to his knees in the sand of the little
beach, and rubbed the growing bulge in the front my
pants.  I sighed as he touched me.  It had been a
while since another human being had been interested in
me sexually enough to actually want to touch my cock.
He released my belt buckle, and pulled my pants down a
ways, exposing the top of my cotton briefs.  I was
glad then I'd put on clean ones even though I hadn't
taken a shower when I got up.
	He buried his face in my crotch, and I could feel him
sniffing deeply.  Gradually, I began to feel his warm
wet tongue, licking my tool and balls through my
briefs.  My cock was hard as a rock now, and I was
beginning to enjoy his attentions.  This was already
better than the blow jobs the whores of Siagon had
given me.  He pulled my pants down further, until my
thighs were exposed, and then started licking my
thighs.  His hot tongue left cold wet trails  on my
skin as the air reached them.  I could hear him
moaning softly, and rested my hands on the top of hiis
head.  He took this as a signal, and began to lower my
briefs using his teeth.  When he had the top line of
my pubes exposed, he sniffed the hair deeply, and
began licking.  His tongue sent shivers through me.  I
griped his head in my hands, and felt my cock throb of
its own accord.
	Jon pulled my briefs down to the top of my pants,
releasing my stiffness into the air.  I watched
carefully, and he took my seven inches of shaft in his
soft hand and admired my tool.  He licked up the shaft
from the base slowly, letting his tongue explore every
vein and wrinkle in my skin.  I shuddered again with
pleasure.
	When he reached my cock head, he rubbed it gently
with his thumb, and then squeezed my shaft and milked
me until a bead of precum emerged.  He licked it off
with his warm tongue, then blew on my cockhead making
it cold with his breath.  I shuddered once again.
	"Fuck man!  That feels great."  I couldn't resist
telling him how good he was making me feel.  He looked
up at my face, and then swallowed my cock down to the
root.  My balls banged gently against his chin.  I let
out a gush of air, and started to tremble.  My knees
were shaking like a kid getting his first pussy.
	He began to suck my shaft, and bob up and down with
slow deliberate movements.  I was beginning to feel
weak.  I put my hands on his shoulders and began to
hump into his mouth.  He moaned around my thick shaft,
and I took this to mean he liked what I was doing.  I
moved my hands to the back of his head, and holding
him tight, began to face fuck him a little harder.  He
reacted with more sucking pressure on my cock.  I
fucked harder and then after I saw he was into it,
started giving him a face fuck for all I was worth.
Man I was high with the pleasure of it.  My cock and
nuts hadn't felt this good ever that I could remember.
	We continued this for a bit, until I began to feel my
cum rising.  I humped him harder, and leaned over and
hugged his head to my stomach, and let fly with the
first spurt of jism, which caused me to shudder with
pent up pleasure.  I expected him to gag, and pull off
my dick so I cold finish cumming on the sand.  He did
nothing of the kind, but went wild instead sucking my
cock with all his skills.  I continued pouring spurt
after squirt of my cream into his throat, moaning all
the while with the pleasure of it.  When I finally
seemed to have finished, I stood up and released his
head, and leaned back against the cold stone.  He
continued to hold my cock in his mouth, as I went
soft, and when it was, he sucked it in hard again, and
pulled back on it getting any dregs of cum that might
still be trapped in my shaft.  I sighed, and just
stood there weak kneed, smiling blistfully down on him
in front of me.
	"Shit man,"  I sighed.  "That was the best sex I've
ever had that I can remember.  Where did you learn to
suck cock like that?"  He sat back on his haunches,
and I could see a large wet spot in the front of his
pants.  He'd obviously cum as well while he was
sucking me, but since he hadn't taken his cock out to
jerk off, it must have been because he'd gotten off on
what he was doing to me.
	"In the Village,"  he smiled up at me.  "There's lots
of cock to practice on there."
	"Fuck.  That must be some swingin' little berg."  He
laughed.
	"If we work this out, I'll take you there someday to
meet some of my friends."
	"Are they all into cocksucking too?"
	"That, and a bunch of other stuff too."
	"What's that mean?
	"All in good time."
	We finished our day by landing one large musky, and
he invited me to have dinner with him and maybe think
about spending the night.  After what we'd done on my
favorite beach, I couldn't  say no.
	The meal, was simple and quick.  We washed and dried
the dishes  together, and then Jon made us a couple of
mixed drinks.  He led me into his living room. which
he had furnished with large comfortable leather chairs
and a couch.  Against one wall, was a fieldstone
fireplace, and on the wall adjacient, he had a large
screen television.  On the wall next to the TV, he had
bookshelves loaded with videos and DVDs.  We talked
for a while about the day, and he asked if I'd enjoyed
my blow job, or if I was just being nice about it.
	"No really Jon.  It sent me through the roof.  I've
relived it a couple of times since then and my dick
gets hard just thinking about it."
	"I've noticed."  He chuckled, and took a sip of his
drink.  "Want to watch some of my porn collection?  I
warn you, it's all gay."
	"Why not?  I've never seen gay porn before.  Is it
any better than straight porn?"
	"I wouldn't know.  I've never seen straight porn."
He got up and spent a bit of time selecting just the
right DVD.  "I like this one, because it has guys
doing what I like done.  Maybe you will see a few
things you'd like to try."  He picked up the remote,
and soon the big screen filled with an image of a
young man walking along the edge of a highway.  I
sipped my drink, and relaxed back in my chair.  Jon
asked me to move next to him on the big leather couch,
and I did.  He took my free hand in his, and then
picked up his drink from the coffee table, and we both
sat back to watch the show.
	On the screen, the young man suddenly stuck out his
thumb, and a big semi truck appeared in  a jump cut.
The sound of air brakes hissing, and the big rig came
to a screeching halt next to the young man.  He jumped
up on the Peterbilt's running board, and opened the
passenger's door.  The driver, was a cowboy type,
wearing a snap button shirt, Levis and boots.  He had
a beaten up old straw Stetson sitting on the seat
beside him.  The young hitcher climbed in, and to make
room for himself, picked up the hat and put it on the
back of his head.  The driver glanced at him with a
smirk as he shifted through the gears getting back up
to speed.  Jon, settled in a little closer to me, and
his hand found its way to my thigh.
	On the screen, the trucker and hitcher, were talking
about sex already.  The trucker told the young man
that he had to pay for the ride with a blow job.  It
wasn't clear who was to give and who was to get.  They
hadn't gone far, before the trucker spotted a deserted
farm road turning off the main highway, and took the
turn headed for a stand of trees.  Once he'd parked
his rig hidden from the highway in the trees, he told
the young man to get into the sleeper compartment
behind the driver's seat.  The boy complied, as if he
was eager to get on with the sex.  He climbed in and
began stripping his clothes off.  The driver was doing
the same in the front seat.  His big hardon was
flopping between his legs, over a heavy pouch of
hanging nuts.  His tight older body, was covered with
dark mats of hair.  The boy had stripped, and the
camera showed that he too was hard.  His cock and
balls had been shaved clean, and the only other hair
on his body was on his head.
	The boy sat up on the edge of the mattress, and
pushed his legs out of the entrance so he was sitting
with his legs over the back of the seat.  His long
cock was hard against his rippled stomach.  The driver
wasted no time at all, getting on his knees in front
of the boy and began to jack the smooth shaven cock.
He licked up the shaft from the smooth balls, and then
took the head and shaft in his mouth.  A close-up
showed the boy's cock stuck into the driver's moustash
covered lips.  The sight was certainly stimulating,
and my cock began to enlarge.
	The scene switched to a State patrol car on the
highway, with a Smokie driving that remeinded me of
Duddly Doright.  His blond hair was slightly curly,
and he was obviously playing with himself as he drove
his patrol stretch of road.  He glanced at the stand
of trees as he flew past, and hit his brakes.  He had
seen just the barest corner of the big rig's trailer
not hidden by the trees.  He backed up to the road the
trucker had taken, and quietly turned off the highway
onto the dirt road.  He parked a few yards from the
trees, and quietly opened his door and got out.
	In the truck, the driver had the boy's legs pushed up
to the roof, and he had his tongue buried in the boy's
asshole.  The slurping sounds were exciting.  I
wondered if Jon liked to do that, or liked to have it
done.  The cop was slowly sneaking up on the tractor
cab, but the two men inside were oblivious of his
presence.  The trucker, was now rolling a condom on
his thick hard cock, and putting the head to the boy's
hole.  The boy was pulling his butt cheeks apart,
getting ready for the trucker's tool to enter him.  I
was excited and hard as I'd ever been before.  I'd
always wanted to try fucking some woman in the butt,
but had never had the nerve to ask to try it.  I
figured they would say no because it was too faggy an
act.  Maybe Jon would let me fuck his butt before the
night was over.
	I glanced down at his lap, and saw outlined in his
pants a long torpedo shape.  He was rubbing it gently
through the cloth.  I reached over and squeezed it for
him, and he did the same for me.  On the screen, the
cop was silently stepping up onto the running board of
the cab, with his gun drawn.  When he saw what was
going on inside, he quickly put his gun way and began
to rub himself between his legs as he watched.  Inside
the cab, seen from over the cop's shoulder, the boy's
hole was royally stuffed with huge cock, and the
trucker was fucking him hard, every muscle in his legs
straining to get his nut in the boy's ass.  The cop in
closeup, licked his lips, and pulled his hardon out of
his uniform.  He started to stroke himself,
occassionally spitting in his hand for lubrication.
	On screen, the camera angle was now from inside the
sleeper compartment, and showed the boy, whacking his
shaved dick with his fist, while the trucker ploughed
his hole and pinched and tweaked his nipples.  The boy
was close to blowing, because he was moaning like a
strong wind in trees.  The trucker must have been
about to cum as well, because he pulled his big cock
out of the boy's ass, and stripped off the condom.  He
jacked his dick a few times, and then started to shoot
his load all over the boy's torso, fist, cock and
balls.  Soon enough the boy was blowing his load with
the trucker, and after, the camera lovingly observed
the pools of cum mixing together on the boy's chest.
A jump cut to the cop, who was still standing on the
running board, jerking his huge piece of meat.  He
gasped, and the two inside heard him.  They looked
frightened, until the trucker realized that the Smokie
was about to blow his own load.  Close-up of the cop's
cock head with the piss slit suddenly opening and a
gush of thick cum shooting out at the camera lens.
This went on for seven incredible squirts of cum.
	Jon was squirming in his pants, and I felt I needed
to be doing something myself.  I looked at him and he
looked at me, and we mutually began to remove our
shoes in preparation for taking the rest of our
clothes off.  When we were stripped, both our hardons
were hard enough to crack walnuts.  My seven inches
was thick and veiny while his, a bit longer than mine,
was also shaved smooth, like the boy in the film.  He
asked me if I wanted another blow job, and I said I
did, but that I didn't want to cum too quickly.  He
agreed, and got down on the carpet on his knees, and
began to use his magic tongue on my body.  He worked
on my tits for a while, and I realized that I'd been
missing a lot of additional stimulation by not knowing
how erogenus my tits were.  He worked his way down to
my belly button, and spent some time there with is
tongue slurping the sweat out of my deep button.
After a while, he lifted my legs up onto his shoulders
and ducked down and began tonguing my asscrack.  I
went wild with the pleasure of it.  I'd never imagined
anyone would ever do anything like that at all, much
less to my sweaty asshole.  He seemed to love it and I
soon could feel him making a tube of his tongue and
pushing it into me.  I was being penitrated by the
softest sort of hardness I could imagine.  It felt
wonderful.  I began to wonder how something bigger and
harder would feel up in my guts.
	On screen, the cop and the trucker had the boy out on
the ground now, and the cop had stripped to his boots.
 His massive hardon, was already covered in latex, and
I realized the boy was going to have that monster dick
where the sun don't shine in a minute.  The trucker,
was sitting on his running board, stroking the boy's
meat, and licking at it with his tongue.  The cop
moved into position, and a quick close-up of the boy's
hole, showed a big glob of something oozing out of
him.  Either spit, or some sort of lube I hadn't seen
being applied.  The big cop put the head of his
massive dick to the boy's sphincter, and the contrast
of the giant knob and the tiny tightness of the boy's
hole was shocking.  I thought he'd never be able to
take the cop's girth, but I was wrong.  Once the cop
was in position, he shoved his big tool all the way
into the boy with one long push.  The boy went limp,
but grabbed onto the trucker's meat, and swallowed it
down.  The trucker was supporting his weight, as the
cop fucked the boy hard.
	Jon had me spread my legs to either side, and was up
on his knees, rubbing the head of his cock around my
spit shined hole.  It sent shivers through me, and I
gripped his arms, and holding my breath, nodded at
him.  He got the message, and began to push into me.
I'd never felt anything like it before.  The large
shaft of flesh was hot and slick at the same time.  At
first, I felt like I had to take a dump, but that soon
passed, and I felt the flaired head of his cock rake
over something inside that made me start to shiver
with pleasure.  Once he was buried in my hole all the
way, he leaned down and looked into my eyes.
	"Can I kiss you?"  He looked like he was in lust if
not love.  Again I nodded, too speachless to make a
sound other than the low series of grunts my throat
was producing against my will.
	He leaned forward, and put his mouth over mine.  I
opened my teeth and he snaked his tongue which had
just been in my asshole, into my mouth, and we kissed
while he began to rock his hips slowly pushing his
thickness in and pulling it out of me.  I moaned
louder from the sensations his cock was giving my
hole.  He speeded up his thrusting, until we both were
moaning and groaning and gasping with pleasure.
	My cock had gone limp as he had entered me, but it
was now back in full swing.  I watched as he righted
himself breaking the kiss, and then taking my cock in
his soft hand, he began to stroke me while his own
shaft was working its way to climax in my hole.  I was
freakiig out at how pleasurable all this was.  Half my
life had been wasted on women and bad unsatisfying sex
with them.  What I had to make up for now that I had
discovered the difference was staggering.  I suddenly
wanted to try everything Jon had to offer.
	I glanced at the screen, and saw the cop was ripping
the condom off his big pulsing cock, and then squirt
after squirt in close-up errupted from his piss slit.
I think the filmmakers had used the same footage of
his earlier cum shot, but it didn't matter.  The sight
of all that cum pouring out of his slit, brought me to
the edge, and I started to shoot.  I managed to warn
Jon that it was happening, and instantly, he had
swallowed my cock, and I was giving him my second load
of the day.  He sucked and swallowed, but kept up his
pumping into me with about half his cock.  I reached
between our bodies, and felt his shaft where it was
sliding in and out of my hole.  I loved the feel of
his cock sliding through my fingers into my body.  He
gasped and bucked once, and then went rigid.  I could
feel his big cock pulsing in my hole, and realized I
had just taken another man's load of jizm into my
body.
	Jon laid his torso down across my chest, and took my
left nipple in his mouth and sucked it gently.  He
remained there, with me stroking his hair and back
while his cock went soft in my hole.  Finally, I felt
him slip out of me, followed by a gush of liquid.  He
hadn't worn a condom.  He stood up and went to the
half bathroom off the livingroom, and soon returned
with a warm washcloth and started cleaning me up.  I
looked at him doing this with such loving care, I knew
I could care for this man like I had never cared for
either of my wives.  When he finished with me, he used
the cloth on himself, and then returned it to the sink
in the bathroom.
	On screen while this was going on, the three men were
getting dressed again, and making a date for another
session later in the week at the cop's house.  I laid
there on the big sofa, looking at Jon and the screen,
and my for once satisfied body, and knew things had
changed drastically in my life.  Jon returned, and
asked me if I wanted to watch anything else he had,
but I was tired.  It had been a long day, and full of
new events.  I asked him if we could go to bed.  He
stood up and pulled me up with him.  He kissed me long
and deep, and then led the way upstairs to his
bedroom.  He had a kingsized bed, and we climbed into
it and cuddled together.  I liked the feel of his hard
body tangled with mine.  We drifted, talking about the
day, the sex, and the possible futures we could
envision.  My favorite turned out to be his.
	He asked me if I'd consider coming to live with him.
He had enough socked away and investments that assured
it would never run dry, and he wanted a permanent man
in his life.  He had plans to travel the world in his
retirement, and wanted a lover he could share it with.
 Neither of us was certain that what we were feeling
was anything but lust, but with a laugh, Jon said it
was a good start.  I had to agree, it felt like a damn
good start to the rest of our lives.

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