Date: Thu, 3 Jun 2010 10:23:51 EDT
From: Julyguy1@aol.com
Subject: Anyone for fishing?

Anyone for Fishing?
Copyright Alex Carr 2010.

The day I met Barry was a day to remember, and the night which followed
too.
Picnicking by the river in a quiet spot near Totnes in Devon, I noticed
this guy fishing. He seemed lonesome although completely engulfed in what he
was  doing.

I thought I'd just say hello in passing as you do, from the moment he
glanced around and smiled I just knew he was the guy for me.

But there was I jumping the gun, I mean was he married  and in a
heterosexual relationship and would he have any leanings for me.

Well to cut a long story short because I know you guys want to get to some
action, after a great deal of conversation I learned he was just like me in
many  ways, but most important of all, he was gay.

That first approach led to what it is now, a wonderfully thrilling  and
meaningful relationship where we laugh at each others jokes and fuck  nearly
every day, if not fucking we just enjoy each other in so many varying  ways
just to keep it all fresh and appealing.

Not as though I could ever find Barry unappealing, he had all the qualities
 right for me and I simply hungered for his fuck.

And he knew that from the start. I just have to see him and there I go, I
feel my whole body react, the tingle down my spine and the feeling inside
that I  telling me I craved his penetration to gratify the strong urge within.

And somehow, when I dress for him, knowing what he likes, the tight white
boxer shorts and my very tight brush jeans hitched up with braces to
reveal the best looking ass on earth he says, he likes to see my cheeks
separated and nicely rounded and I love to be all ass for him.

He sniffs me up as I turn my back and sexually move my hips  from side  to
side, he adores that - he says that gives him the most wonderful throb in
the  world and I do love to see it filling his trousers as I glance behind me,
 catching his lustful expressions, urging me to bend over steep  for him to
 enjoy my buttocks as he will.

I feel the adorable touch of his fingers explore, the way he handles me so
divine, wanting to be all ass for him to enjoy, to touch, to feel , sniff
and  tease and - well everything. Then I see his need grows unbearable, he
yells and  I loosen my belt for him to roll my jeans down right over my knees,
then   more touching and feeling over my tight white boxers and the real
groovy bit  when he sticks his nose between my cheeks, sniffs and licks me
over my  boxers.

Then I feel a light spanking is about to come, the little taps with his
finger tips becoming more firm until he opens his hand and thoroughly spanks
each cheek alternately making me tingle inside.

Not a man of words, more action is Barry, he calls it his fish ( his  cock)
 and I am his bait, but if I want it I must work for it. He had  devised
this fishing line with a round lasso knot which tightens when the fish  is
caught, the rod is small and light and we have enormous fun with it, me
casting my line and aiming for his big pink fish, the trick it to caste the
opened knot around his fish which takes an awful lot of doing,  in  manoeuvring
and dangling and lots of wonderful erotic and stimulating  sensations as I
just let the line dribble along his thighs and over his balls  before I caste
a new line.

I want to pause a little and suck his throbbing fish but he refuses,
telling me I must catch it first. So it is lots more aiming and missing, teasing
and tantalising until finally at last the aim is true, low and behold I
have a  catch, pull in the line and the fish is all mine.

By this time I am hungry for it. Still bound  on the line I ease it
upwards and down again by pulling the line gently, we have so many wonderful
times doing this, - I give him the mother of mouth fucks as I enjoy his throb
deep inside my mouth, the taste of him divine, my fish, my well caught fish,
my  salmon red, my herring, my big hard cod, call it what I will, we release
our  passion in the most wonderful way.
Then he slowly removed my boxer shorts  wanting  to see more, I bend for
him again, this time completely naked as  he stretches me, open me up to see
my glistening orifice, waiting for his  service, he licks and sucks me, rims
me which is so divine, I turn to see his  fish throbbing for me, really
shaking like a fish out of water, soon to be  inside me, talk feel its fuck
divine in mine. Fuck me my fisherman friend, and  fuck me again, drive me
utterly insane and yes! Lets  make it again and  again.

And Barry has the most beautiful cock, I cherish its touch, its pleasant
and pliable firmness, I adore and he does too, to lick it with the tip of my
tongue making it wobble and shimmer, I am thinking all this fish just for
me, I  wrap it in bacon rashers, spurt it with cream, plaster with strawberry
jam and  suck it clean, all those things we do as his fingers experiment
with my being,  twisting inside until I am once again ready for his stiff fuck.

He takes me bare back and on a swivel too, he fucks my ass  blue    me
saying I want all of you. We fuck into the night as he  holds me tight, holds me
firm - I am in a world of my own, feeling his  fish.
Then I see him by the river again, his rod held so high, like it is  almost
scraping the sky - then all at once he makes a catch, swivels his rod
upwards and brings in the line, and soon again later I feel divine,  because  he
has me at the end of his rod and it's just fine.