Date: Sun, 10 Apr 2016 22:23:17 -0400
From: jon white <jonwhite808@yahoo.com>
Subject: Long Rod I

				 LONG ROD

 I shouldn't gripe. Here I was, three years out of college and doing
well. I landed what sounded like a crummy job selling used farm equipment
and had steady promotions so I was now sales manager for three states:
Ohio, Pennsylvania and West Virginia. Making a good buck. It involved a lot
of travel supervising salesmen with problems, handling unusually large
deals, difficult customers etc. Travel was no problem for a bachelor but
gays tended to move to much bigger cities than the usual little Midwest
farming towns. I had to be in the main office in Chicago about once a month
and there was a lot of action there but it was a long haul to get my rocks
off. So I was a constantly horny homo. One nice perk was that I had
discovered lots of great untrammeled trout streams in my country travels
and my second joy after sucking cocks was fly fishing. I kept my fishing
gear in the back of my SUV along with a small tent and a generous cooler
box and a one burner little propane stove.

 The best fishing was early in the morning and late in the day before the
light ran out and on weekends sometimes I would set up camp in the
afternoon, fish in the evening and again in the early morning. This was one
such weekend and I had been fishing in the morning of an unusually hot
August day. It gets real toasty in chest high waders and by eleven O:Clock
I was sweaty and thirsty. I cracked open a beer, drank half of it getting
my gear off and got my sweaty bod into the nice cool stream with a bar of
soap. I soaped up my cock more than it needed - it felt damn good and as
usual it had been a long time between sex except except by my own hand, and
I had a woodie on. Then around the downstream bend about thirty feet away
appeared another fly fisherman! I grabbed a towel but I had a real tent
showing.

  The fisherman said, "My name's Tim Duncan, I'm roasting and I'll give you
my life savings if you have another cold beer for me." I introduced myself,
invited him ashore and went to the tent for another beer. He was a nice
looking guy, early thirties, maybe six inches shorter than my six foot
six. My gaydar was ringing full blast. He was getting out of his waders and
all he had on was socks, a polo shirt and a pair of boxer shorts with a
large tent in them. He looked at my protuberant towel and said, "It looks
like we may share more interests than fishing and cold beer. What are the
odds that I would come upon a member of "the family" on an otherwise empty
stream?"

  "One in twenty, if you believe the polling statistics, which I don't," I
said.

   "Me either. Some guys lie and some aren't even aware they're gay or at
least they won't accept the possibility," he said. "I don't know you well
enough to ask this, but how big is that thing?"  he said, staring at my
towel. I told him nine inches and a bit, but I hadn't measured it in
years. "You've got me beat by about an inch. Could I see it?" I answered by
taking off my towel. "Wow, I wasn't inclined to believe you but it looks
longer than nine inches to me." Without my asking he shed his boxers and a
lovely uncut boner rising about forty five degrees from the horizontal
greeted my eyes. I told him I thought that thing would be a lovely dessert
after my beer. "You may eat dessert if you put that long schlong up my butt
first," he said.

     I chugged my beer while I went to the tent and retrieved my ever
available rubbers and lube. He wanted to be on his knees but I wanted him
on top so I could watch his cock. He complied, lubed me up and climbed
on. He'd had some experience because I entered him with not much
resistance. He settled down, took me all in and said, "I've never felt so
completely fucked. You've got me spoiled already." He went up and down
slowly and obviously wanted the pleasure to last. He tightened his
sphincter and I said, "That feels entirely too good but relax 'cause I
don't want to cum yet." His organ was leaking now and I reached up, wiped
off the precum and then licked my finger. Would I ever taste precum that
wasn't delicious?

       "Don't cum in me, please. When you're ready to pop I'll lift off and
jack you off. I know it's kinky, but I dearly love to watch a cock squirt,"
he said. I didn't reply but who doesn't like to watch a guy shoot? That's
why the porn industry calls it "the money shot." I didn't last much longer
before I told him the time was nigh and he climbed off and gently stroked
my impossibly swollen dick.

      "Oh God, I just love this feeling when I'm on the edge. So close. So
close now.... o, oo, Oh, OH YESSS!" The first spurt went almost to my chin
and he let go of my boner. We both stared as it jerked up and down and the
splooge squirted out on my chest and belly. When I stopped squirting and
only a thin stream of dishwater thin cum leaked down my cock he bent down
and licked it off.

       "Heroic! I counted nine shots. You must have been saving up for
awhile," he said. "But enough of this palaver, my dick is aching for
release so how about it?" We changed positions, he got on his back and I
bent over his leaky woodie. It was so hard his foreskin was mostly
retracted and his cockhead was beet red. He tasted sort of
spunky. Different than my recollection of the couple of uncut peckers I had
sucked before. Maybe because of the waders and his sweat, but I liked it. I
fondled his balls while I sucked. Nice big firm ones and I was careful not
to hurt him and spoil the day. I quit long enough to do as he had requested
and let me know when his orgasm was imminent so I could watch him unload.

        He was talking the whole time, telling me how good it felt. He
wanted me to swirl my tongue around his rod and I had done that before but
when he asked me to wag my head around so his organ would bang around in my
mouth that was a new one for me. In a minute or so his voice changed pitch
to a higher note and soon after he told me he was "on the edge" so I lifted
my head off and began to just tickle the underside of his pecker head.

        "Oh yeah. As the Rabbi said, it won't be long now....," he said

			      TO BE CONTINUED