Date: Tue, 24 Nov 2020 05:41:26 +0000 (UTC)
From: Terry Green <terrygreen822@aol.com>
Subject: Fishing with Fen

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It was so good to be out on the water, as the Chesapeake Bay brought up
memories and just made the stresses of life disappear. So many novelists
had written about this waterway, and in some sections, this was an
estuary for the shark species that inhabit the planet we live on. While
we were north of Sandy Point, which is the biggest shark breeding ground
on the planet, I thought about it as Fen drove the boat at slow speeds.
He was looking good as usual, and his soft feminine Vietnamese features
always had me literally lunging for him like the fish for the line did.
In his mid twenties he looked younger than that, clean shaven with no
body hair whatsoever, and a petite 5'4 made me all the more like the
sand sharks that were under these waters.

We trolled for miles, and although he had wanted to go to Point Lookout,
that was brackish water. It's where the Potomac met the bay, and was
formerly known as Camp Anderson. The place haunted me, as the lighthouse
used to be, where confederate soldiers were held prisoner during the
civil war. Conditions were abysmal, and it's true if you look it up,
that disease was far more likely of a fate maker than a bullet from a
musket. Even after the battle of the states, germs weren't understood,
and if you're familiar with President Garfield's assassination, the
French at the Pasteur Institution mocked Americans. Rightfully so
perhaps, as that leader's agonizing death was caused by a lot of
ignorance.

Waters were good, and not too choppy on our humble yet effective boat.
Fen piloted it with care, as we had two nights at the campground, which
allowed us to hit the water right out of our tent. When we came back
later that season, him and I both agreed to upgrade to a cabin, but the
summer rates were exorbitantly high. Supply and demand of capitalism was
a bitch sometimes, but surprisingly there weren't too many at the
campsite this weekend. Who knows maybe Maryland's crab fest or
Renaissance Festival had everyone's attention. The area was burgeoning
with activities, yet for Fen and I it was about filling up our coolers
and something else. We were friends with benefits, as although both of us
were gay, we didn't want a relationship. That was a good situation for
both of us, as we did enjoy each other's company, although deep down I
wanted to be his man. Standing in with my rugged looks at the stern, my
white skin changing color from the sun, I asked Fen if he'd like a beer.
"Of course." We both sat on our seats, and had hours of fishing to
complete.

It was fun to see him fight the stingray. We both laughed it was as big
as him. Once upon the boat, we let this majestic creature go back to the
water, despite them tasting like scallops. Plus we had the coolers full
already, with croaker, spot, and quite a few bluefish. Those were our
favorite, because of how fast they'd hit our lines, along with their
tenacity of strength when on our poles. As the day went on, we kept
loading up the coolers with these gamefish known for their vigor, and I
had to keep my cool when Fen told me, "I like your blond highlights that
you did." He noticed, and complimented me how they made my greenish eyes
even more sexy. I kissed him softly, and his lips felt so smooth, and as
much as I loved fishing, I wanted to indulge on him right there. He
laughed as he felt my cock get hard, and said "don't worry Terry, after
fishing you know where I want that."

The rest of the afternoon, I had a difficult time focusing, as the last
time Fen and I hooked up, it was as if passion lit up a fire of
unspeakable volumes. Yes we were raging horny in our twenties, but he had
more self control than I did, and finally said, "hold that for tonight,
as don't worry we will get to that." Something about the way he said
it, so quietly calmed me down, although he did look good in his shorts
and no shirt on. Admittedly I wanted to kiss him, suck his nipples, and
pound him with the fury of my eight inches that was full of lead. I hoped
he remembered to shave his cock and balls per my request, as I wanted him
smooth all over. As soon as I thought of his athletic nudity, a big fish
was on my line.

The tug was unmistakable, as the sun created over the waves, creating
almost an illusory effect. It was like tripping on acid, but the pull on
the line let me know fast I was sober. I let the fish run, and then used
the reel and techniques that had been employed for years. Sure enough I
had caught what I thought I did. It was a hammerhead shark. At about
sixty to seventy pounds, he wasn't a keeper, but that didn't stop him
from cascading the waves or diminish my arm muscles bringing him to the
boat. I was relieved that Fen was ready with the equipment, to bring him
starboard side, and cut him loose. A shark must constantly swim or it
dies, so Fen literally saved his life by having him ready to be cut loose
immediately. Watching him with my shark was fascinating, as he managed
not to get bit in the process, and seeing the dorsal fin leave our boat
was a giant sigh of relief. They are sadly killed for no reason, other
than being Sharks, and they serve as part of the bays ecological balance.

After hours of fishing, Fen directed the motor to shore. He agreed seeing
the sun set was so much better from the waterway. There are so many
romantic odes to the sea and sun by mariners of countless generations.
Part of it is comfort as it's the one constant on land or on salt water,
but the reflection of it out there is a sight to behold. Thankfully the
waves were calm, although we were going in before high tide. The moon
controls both low and high tides, and it's hard to imagine this force,
along with how it affects the waterways of the planet. Yet ask any
serious angler, and they'll prove to you, how it can affect everything
from boating to how many, and what kind of species you're pulling in on
any given day. There are still a few newspapers that print tide guides,
although now it's more common on a marine app on a smartphone.

Coolers iced, Fen made sure our catch would be good the next day. He was
so sexy on the boat deck, as I roped it to the dock. His exotic looks,
just always drove me crazy, but he also was good company. It was
interesting to learn about Vietnam from him, although he was first
generation American, and his mom and dad doted on both of us. They knew
of our shared connection, and treated us both with love and respect. This
was so different than what I was used to, as there was no disdain or
outright disgust by his family to what we had going on. His mom was such
a sweet lady, and she taught me basic Vietnamese, along with cooking some
of the most delicious Pho style foods I had ever had.

"Are you going to the shower Terry?" Fen smiled with a sheepish grin.
"Of course." We left our tent and camp stove, getting our towels and
soaps. The bathhouse was empty, and we quickly kissed. While we were sure
most people were cool, we didn't want to push our luck. Most would back
down if I used my 6'4 sculpted body and muscular frame appropriately,
and little did they know Fen had several black belts. Yet you don't want
to get to that point if you don't have to. The hot water was on for both
of us, and I was thrilled to see he shaved his penis and balls for me.
His cock was on the smallish side, but his ability to kiss with a fury,
and to take me inside him with gusto made up for that. We kissed again,
our tongues touching, as we both hopped into one of the stalls. Oh I was
so hard. A few minutes into that refreshing shower, I slid my hand behind
his curtain feeling his penis up. Fen was hard, moaning, so we both
cleaned up knowing it was time to get down to business.

I didn't ask him when we were out on the water, but I hadn't jerked off
in days. My best guess was he hadn't either. He was rock hard as he came
out of his shower, and eye his rear end, I knew he was going to get
pulverized by my thick hard monster. The feelings of our shared passion
were good, but the aggression was all I felt. Fen smiled as I came out,
although I saw him eyeing my manhood, and he couldn't hide it. He knew
full well what was in store for him. Quietly he whispered, "I think
that's the biggest you've ever been." Probably he was right, as my
long throbbing penis and aching balls, were ready to take him to a
parallel universe once we got back to our site. We both quickly dressed,
and walked to the tent with purpose, as it was time for some action. His
girly perfume that I asked him to put on, made my olfactory nerves light
up, and I don't remember walking back to the tent. All I remember is the
zipping noise.

The heat was intense as I was on top of him. Our tongues danced together
in a elaborate sequence. Oh wow his lips were so soft, and I grabbed his
neck and let him know "you're mine." We kissed with lingering
excitement, and he told me how badly, he wanted me inside him. Our
clothes were off, and our cocks touched together. As we kissed, I slid my
hardness into his soft pouch, and he moaned as Fen loved it when I pushed
into his sensitive testicles. Up and down his neck I kissed, going down
to his nipples, but not his cock yet which was glistening with cum.
Instead I teased him further by sucking his toes one by one. His back was
rigid, as he convulsed with pleasure. Finally I had my hands on his
beautiful penis. It probably was 5 inches max, but oh yes it stood up
straight, and my tongue darted around the edges. I slurped his balls,
edged him to desired results, and took his penis all the way into my
mouth up and down. His sweet nectar felt so delicious on my tongue, and
to have him under my control was a joy that words can't describe.

Finally I let him start sucking my penis. He was so good at it. Hoover
would have been proud, as his lips and breathing were synchronized. Oh
yes he touched my balls too, causing waves of everything pleasant to go
throughout me. His eyes looked into mine. He was so fucking sexy, as the
heat reached the apex of the sun, and I remember begging to fuck him. The
fairly well lit tent, allowed him to find the lube, and he got his hole
ready for me. I was beyond in anticipation mode and needed to drill him.
Finally after what was mere seconds, I was taking him from behind.

Fen cried a bit out. I didn't want to hurt him, but I wanted him to know
I was in control. Grabbing his hips, I gently entered him and let him
experience just a few of my eight inches at first. He looked back at me
panting, smiling. I slid further until I was balls deep, and the waves of
pleasure were bouncing off both of us like the ocean was earlier. Hs was
so hot inside, and purred as I gently slapped his rear end. A few minutes
later of ecstasy, he moved and sat down on my cock. Playing with my
balls, we kissed. Looking into each other's eyes, we knotted up our
hands together. Our fingers interlocked, the sound of the bays waves, the
scent of our pheromones and his flowery scent enveloped the tent. Soon I
felt his cum on my tight abdomen, as he sang exploding all over the
place. This made me excited, and I plowed away inside him, with Fen
knowing what made me orgasm. I saw his mischievous smile, as he used his
soft hands to cup my balls as I drove further inside him. Feeling the
pleasant and incredible warmth all over, I filled him up with my seed,
and watched it drip out of him as we kissed and cuddled the rest of the
night. He had been properly bred, and in the morning after breakfast,
we'd get one more romp in before hitting up the waters for another
adventure.