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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