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.