Date: Thu, 12 Jul 2007 19:15:40 -0700 (PDT) From: Mark Wolf Subject: The Fisherman Please send your comments to: pdxwolf@yahoo.com. 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