Date: Thu, 12 Jul 2007 19:15:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mark Wolf <pdxwolf@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Fisherman

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Disclaimer: The following story contains graphic
sexual language and actions between adult males. If
material of this nature offends you, PLEASE
do not read any further. Please note that you must
be of legal age, where you live, to read this story.
This is a work of fiction and any similarity between
real people or events is purely coincidental.


The Fisherman


I turned off US 54 on to the dirt road Mike outlined
in his map.  My friend was kind enough to lend me his
North Wisconsin cabin for a long overdue vacation.
I'm workaholic by nature.  Every vacation, which have
been few over my twenty year career, have been with
laptop and blackberry in tow.  Mike urged me to
completely unplug and his 200 plus acres in the
wilderness would ensure a peaceful, uninterrupted
rest.  I reluctantly agreed knowing two weeks without
email or text messaging would be good for my sole.

So, after fifteen minutes of teeth chattering, bone
jarring, barely identifiable road travel, the small
one room clapboard structure came into view.  My mind
instantly pictured Norman Rockwell paintings depicting
a simpler and more contented life.  I stopped just
short of the front door allowing the trailing cloud of
dust to finally catch up to me.  I coughed several
times before the haze gave way to an amazing array of
vivid greens.

I jumped from my recently purchased Renegade deciding
to walk around the area before unpacking my supplies.
The smell of the air took me back to my childhood.
Scents of pine, meadow grass and the nearby stream
reminded me how much I used to enjoy fishing and
hiking.  I am still in excellent shape betraying my
rapid approach to forty.  But my physique is all gym
based.  When I was younger, I built my body more
naturally.

I stripped off my T-shirt letting the noon day sun
bath my skin with warm light.  I circled around to the
back of the cabin realizing just how small the
structure was.  It could easily fit inside my master
bedroom back home.  I chuckled quietly to myself
quickly coming to terms just how simply the next two
weeks would be.

I continued my trek down to the refreshing sounds of
the stream Mike described to me.  He said the large
creek winded through his property providing the best
fly fishing in Wisconsin.  After several minutes of
easy walking, the trees gave way to a crystal clear
meandering stream.  The water stretched from 20 to 50
yards across with large flat boulders that seemed
strategically placed for avid sportsmen.  I marveled
at my short-term domain wishing I had unpacked my pole
before walking down here.

I stood at the bank, envying my friend for the first
time, when I noticed a sportsman upstream in the not
too far distance.  "That must be David" I said to
myself.  "The guy Mike told me about."  Mike had
purchased the property with a friend.  It was actually
two lots adjoining with each lot containing a small
cabin.  Together, it provided a monopoly on some of
the best fishing and hunting around.

I stood quietly watching David's expertise with a
pole.  His motions were flawlessly fluid exhibiting
grace that could only be developed with years of
dedication to the sport.  As he moved closer, I
noticed his black hip waders coming up his large
thighs stopping just below a very muscular ass.  A
completely naked ass!  My eyes became transfixed,
realizing this man was wearing waders and only waders.
 The light yellow sun shown over every inch of his
perfectly bronzed skin.  His broad sculpted shoulders
and strong defined back showed the immense strength
this guy possessed.

 My mouth hung open shamefully as David came within
shouting distance.  He turned toward me finally
noticing my presence.  A large smile crossed his
deeply tanned face accentuating his perfectly white
teeth.  With him now facing me, my eyes migrated
downward feasting on his impressive muscular chest and
rippling abs.  I followed the well-formed V to the
ultimate definition of a man.  David seemed to be
setting the standard.  Dangling between his legs was
five or six inches of soft thick manhood.  His dick
was cut allowing me to view the large deep red head
that instantly made my mouth water.  His massive organ
was supported by a set of low hanging balls easily the
size and color of ripe plums.

Now a mere twenty or so feet away, David reeled in his
line.  He sloshed his way over to me extending his
hand saying simply "Hi."  I stuttered a reply followed
by an awkward silence.  "I'm Dave" he finally said.
"You must be Chris?"  I nodded my head still holding
his hand with no intention of letting this catch get
away.  "Mike told me you were coming up here for a
couple of weeks.  I'll be glad to show you around the
place if you'd like."  I still said nothing.  My eyes
fixed on his magnificent organ.  Dave's eyes looked
down and then back into my own.  "It's so private
here, I like just like to fish in the nude" he said
shamelessly scratching his left butt cheek.  "I won't
if it bothers you."  I managed to squeak out "Uh, no,
no.  I don't mind."

Dave smiled again noticing the growing bulge in my
cargo shorts.  He moved my still grasping hand down to
his groin.  I could feel the tremendous heat from
between his legs increasing as my fingers touched his
lengthening cock.  "Mike said you enjoyed other sports
besides fishing."  Dave removed his hand leaving mine
wrapped around his hardening member.  I instinctively
fell to my knees on the grassy bank.  Dave tossed his
pole to the ground stepping up to allow his now hard
nine inches to get serviced.  My hand slowly pumped
his stiffened cock ensuring it had reached its full
potential.  The naked fisherman moaned as my tongue
licked away a large drop of precum from his flaring
head.  The taste was sweeter than I expected and I
hungered for more.  I parted my lips letting their
silky softness glide slowly over Dave's tree trunk.
Inch by inch, my tongue playfully flicked over the
hard underside of Dave's manhood.  I coated his organ
liberally with saliva until my nose bumped against his
tight hard body.

Dave sighed bringing his hands to the top of my head.
"Oh man, Chris.  You took that, hook, line and
sinker."   I moaned my thanks not wanting to release
one of the biggest cocks my mouth ever had.  His dick
tasted like the big outdoors.  I savored the manly
flavor while lightly bouncing his hefty balls between
my fingers.  My mouth moved up and down the length of
his huge member eliciting guttural moans from my
appreciative captive.  As my skillful tongue worked
over Dave's massive staff, his need became more
apparent.  He thrust his hips forcefully at my face
grunting like forest creature.  Not wanting to
disappoint, I maneuvered my hand to his strong
muscular backside.  I grasped his flexing cheeks
feeling the raw power that was quickly making my ass
jealous of my mouth.

The muscle bound fisherman fucked my face hard and
fast.  His manly hands held my head firmly allowing
his thick nine inches to bury itself deep down my
throat with each lustful stroke.  I set back on my
heals and simply relaxed letting him use me as he
willed.  I let my hand run over his exposed skin
amazed at the layers of muscle which encased every
inch of his body.  My fingers hovered over his heaving
pecs, lightly pinching his right nipple.  My actions
forced a "Fuck yeah, Chris.  I'm going to cum.  Ah,
fuck.  I'm going to cum big!"  My expectation was set
and I was anxiously awaiting my payoff.

Dave's cock seemed to have expanded two fold during
our adventure.  The head of his huge dick felt like it
could reach my heart.  I wondered if he could feel how
much I loved his big fuck tool.  My payoff can even
sooner than I thought.  Dave buried himself as far as
he could down my warm throat before yelling "Ah, fuck
man!  Swallow my fucking load!"  His words were
immediately followed with a stream of hot thick cum
shooting endlessly down my gullet.  I swallowed
thankfully, looking forward to drinking this stud dry
since I first laid eyes on that muscular ass.  My
hands milked his rapidly emptying balls wanting every
drop of manseed those monsters contained.  I gulped
and gulped amazed at the constant flow of hot jism
Dave was giving me.  My air was giving running out and
as much as I regretted to, I pulled myself from his
pumping organ.

My eyes beheld the true magnificence of his manhood.
His cock had grown easily over ten inches and his
thickness would shame any beer can.  No, wonder my jaw
hurt so bad.  Not that I was complaining.  His
powerful body was still forcing blood into that
massive staff causing the deep red head to throb with
each heart beat.  I licked him clean worshipping his
shaft with each sacred tongue stroke.  Dave's big
hands gently rubbed my head as if he were petting a
faithful Labrador.

Eventually, Dave's cock returned the man's life giving
blood to nourish the rest of his massive body.  I
lovingly kissed his now soft member before rising to
my feet.  Dave's strong arms instantly wrapped around
me, pulling us close together.  His lips sought out
mine connecting with passion that would bring new life
to his relieved organ.  After several minutes of
tongue dueling, we broke our kiss.  "Jesus, that was
the best blowjob of my life.  You are one helluvea
cocksucker, Chris."  I blushed like a schoolboy saying
"It's not the musician but the instrument I was
playing."   We both laughed and I felt the genuineness
of Dave's good nature.  "Come on" he said picking up
his pole.  "I'll help you get settled in."  He slapped
my ass playfully as I turned.

We walked hand in hand back to the small cabin.  The
two of us made short work of unloading my jeep.  It
was hard to work with Dave's now completely naked body
walking back and forth.  The boxes I packed were
pretty heavy and I could only carry one at a time.
Dave could easily carry two or more but chose to keep
my humility intact by lifting only one at a time.

With the last of my supplies put away, we sat on the
willow wood chairs out on the front porch.  I had
supplied each of us with a ice cold beer.  It quenched
my thirst nicely, though I wanted something else
trickling down my throat.  I looked out over the
beautiful setting perfectly framed by the cabin's
porch.  "Mike is one lucky bastard" I said to myself.
Dave looked over at me saying "This is a great place
to forget about life for a while."  I nodded in total
agreement tipping my bottle in his direction as a
toast.  "There's no one around here for miles.  All
the land here is private and you can tell I obviously
enjoy the seclusion" he continued motioning his hand
over his naked muscular form.  "You feel like joining
me?"  I thought over his offer not being much of a
nudist at heart.  But saying "What the hell?" I stood
up shucking my shorts more from lust than nature.

While I was standing, Dave took the opportunity to
scan my body.  Though I was several years his senior,
the look on his face showed my daily workouts were
greatly appreciated.  I'm a half foot shorter than him
at only 5'9".  My well toned muscles portrayed more of
a track athlete than Dave's bodybuilder physique.  I
caught his eyes drifting down to my prime asset.  A
perfectly shaped round bubble butt made all the more
impressive by the rest of my muscular body.  I turned,
before sitting back down, showing my modest uncut
cock.  It easily reached seven inches hard, but was
still small by Dave's standard.

"Damn, you look really good, Chris."  I tipped my
bottle in his direction once more saying "Thanks.  I
try to get in-shape.  It's getting tougher each year."
 "Let me take a better look" Dave said motioning me
over to him.  I got up taking a stance right in front
of him.  I was close enough to allow his hands to
explore my new nakedness.  "Great tone, man" he said
gliding his hands up my thighs.  His fingers gently
cupped my shaved balls.  "Nice and smooth, like the
rest of you."  I never had much body hair but what I
did have was either shaved or closely trimmed.

The continuous touch of Dave's hands brought my cock
to life.  I quickly grew to full hardness with my
foreskin pulling back to expose my rosy pink head.
"Looks good enough to eat" Dave said swallowing my
shaft in one quick movement.  I gasped out as the
warmth of his mouth engulfed my cock sending tingles
through my whole body.  His tongue was even more
skillful than mine, wrapping itself around the length
of my shaft.  I stood completely still allowing Dave
to masterfully service my hard member.  His right hand
slide slightly between my legs.  His finger teased my
winking pucker before slipping past my hairless hole.

My fuckhole is naturally wet, making my pleasure as an
insatiable bottom just that much more intense.  Dave
sucked my dick for a good while bringing to the edge
but never over.  It was driving me crazy.  I looked
down to see his monstrous snake hard as steel and
leaking precum profusely down the shaft.  As much as I
was enjoying Dave's suck job, my ass wanted his cock
even more.  I pulled my dick from Dave's mouth with a
look of surprise flashing across his face.  I turned,
squatting my finger loosened hole down towards his
massive pole.  Dave brought his hands to my ass
guiding my bubblebutt to a perfect landing in his
waiting lap.

My sphincter winced only once as Dave's large mushroom
head forced its way past.  My natural wetness and his
abundant lube made the impalement fast and easy.
Dave's thickness gave me a wonderful feeling of
fullness that, until now, had only come from oversized
dildos.  The heat of his massive organ warmed my
entire body and made me content to remain motionless
with his dick deep inside.  Dave, however, needed
more.  The tight softness enveloping his hard shaft
bought out the lustful beast he kept buried inside.
He thrust his cock up my butt lifting me several
inches for the ground.  I felt like I was bull riding.
 My body was tossed about as Dave's strong glutes
bucked my firm round ass up and down effortlessly.

We played the rodeo game for a while until Dave wanted
more movement.  He stood up, lifting my clenched ass
with him before dropping us to the wooden floor.  I
landed on my knees holding on to the porch column
desperately as my muscle bound top forcefully fucked
my ass.  Dave took great pleasure in using long
strokes, pulling nine inches of thick cock from my
hole leaving only his flared head inside.  Then, using
all his strength, he rammed his monster pole deep into
my gut forcing me to hold on to the post or fall over.
 He was an animal, punishing my hole with his fiery
passion.  His large hands held my waist tightly with
his strong arms pulling my butt towards him with each
cock thrust.  "Oh, god your big!" I yelled never
experiencing such a hard fuck.  Dave answered back
saying "Your hole is so fucking tight, man.  Yeah,
squeeze my fucking dick, you butt bitch.  Oh, Jesus,
you've got a sweet ass!"

He-man fucked my ass for almost an hour.  My thankful
cock deposited two good sized loads on the porch
without me ever touching it.  My seven inches kept
rock hard, slapping my hard taut abs while Dave
pleasured himself with my fuckhole.  He grunted like a
wild beast before screaming out "Oh fuck, yeah!  Fuck
yeah!  Oh fuck!"  His cock was still buried deep in my
well-ridden ass.  I could feel every shot of cum from
his pulsing canon.  I could almost taste his manseed
that was heating up my body from deep inside.  I
squeezed my butt glove forcing and "Ah, fuck!" from
Dave's panting breath.

I swear the man's cock throbbed in my ass for over
five minutes before my muscleman fell forward forcing
us both flat on the floor.  He softly kissed the back
of my neck, keeping his still hard cock buried deep in
my bowels.  "Did you enjoy that?" he asked between
kisses.  "What do you think?" I replied pointing to
the cum stains on the wooden boards.  He laughed fully
for the first time saying "Good.  I didn't want this
to be a one-time thing."  I squeezed his buried cock.
"Believe me, neither do I."  He gave me another kiss
before lifting his giant body from mine.  He pulled
his cock from my body slowly, almost reluctantly.  The
massive snake slid seductively over my firm but sore
butt.  Dave stood up, moving in front of me.  He
pulled me to my feet before kissing me passionately
for several minutes.  Our cocks massaged each other as
our body grinded against one another.

We finally broke with Dave saying "Hey, fuck buddy.
Grab your gear, they should be biting now."  I smiled
pulling my waders on and following Dave's muscular
orbs to the creek.  It was going to be great to do
some actual fishing, but nothing could compare to my
catch of the day.

END