"The Lazy Fisherman" It is a cool summer morning in the sta..

"The Lazy Fisherman" It is a cool summer morning in the state park just outside of town. You're getting your steps in doing the walking trails by the creek, enjoying the blissful breeze and sounds of nature. You walk along the bank of the creek slowly, minding the winding path and avoiding exposed roots. As you go deeper into the park trees begin to enclose the path until you can no longer see the creek. You listen to the water flow on the other side of the trees as you make your way through the rambles of trees. After about a half-hour you come to a clearing where the creek bends and interrupts the tree line. Branching off of the walking trail is a narrow path leading towards the edge of the creek where a fishing spot has been established. Laying down on the creekside is me, dressed in a worn green t-shirt emblazoned with Smoky the Bear. I am wearing a wide-brimmed fishing hat and have it pulled over my face. You walk a few dozen yards down the path and approach me, not sure if I am awake or not. You see me lick my lips and yawn softly, my red beard picking up glimmers of summer sunshine. Standing over me you slowly look down my body, my huge arms folded over my chest, leading past my large belly and down to my khaki shorts. My hairy muscular legs flex slowly as I stir, my feet pointing towards a metal fishing rod holder, embedded into the bank. You admire my Abu Garcia Ambassadeur baitcasting reel, mounted on a heavyweight Shakespeare Ugly Stik fishing rod. The line extends out at an angle into the deep water of the creek, a small bell attached to the tip of the rod. "You just gonna stand there or are you gonna say something?" I ask gruffly, my eyes still obscured by my hat. "Oh, I'm sorry--I was just walking by..." "No need to apologize. It's a free country." I pull the brim of my hat up over my forehead and look into your eyes, then look you over from head to toe. "My, you are a nice piece." Blushing you smile and turn your head away, "Well, thank you." You stare at the tip of the fishing rod. "Did you catch anything yet?" "Few cats. There are loads of them down in that hole off the other side of the bank." "Do you keep them?" "Nah, water's not clean enough. They taste of muck and lead. Stuff at the grocery stores is better. Farm raised down in Alabama and Missouri, feed them corn and soybeans like they're chickens." You chuckle and look back in my direction. "I didn't know they raised them on farms." "Yep. Pond chickens." My eyes look you over once more. Sitting up I raise my eyebrows and smile. "See something you like?" you smile coyly. "Yes. Do you?" We look into eachother's eyes and smile. You get down on your knees next to me, your hands exploring my upper body, taking hold of my large biceps and shoulders. "We won't be seen down here, will we?" you ask. "You're the first person to happen by all morning, I don't suspect we'll be interrupted." I put my fingers under your skin and turn your head to the side, admiring your face. I reach a finger up and rub it across your lips, you stick your tongue out and lick my fingertip. I moan softly and stick it inside your mouth, you suck on it greedily and let me probe you. I sneer and nod, taking the finger out and reaching down to my belt buckle. "Fuck you're so hot," you say, your hands reaching down my upper body onto my pecs. You grab ahold of my chest through my shirt then go back to my biceps, feeling the hairyness of my upper arms as you hear the metallic clink of my belt buckle coming undone. I undo the snap button of my shorts and pull down my zipper. With your right hand firmly cupping my biceps, your left-hand ventures down and grabs my semi-hard cock through my boxer briefs. "Mmm, you want that cock babe?" "Yes, please... may I?" "By all means--" You roll your eyes in lust and take both hands to the waistband of my underwear, pulling them down below my groin and freeing my cock and balls. My huge low-hanging bear balls bounce out and drop down. You lean down and nuzzle them, sticking out your tongue to suck them one by one before making your way up to the base of my shaft. My turgid cock points upwards toward the sky, dripping precum down and onto your tongue. You slurp up slowly, savoring the taste of my fluid as you make your way to the dickhead--wrapping your tongue around it you swirl it in counterclockwise circles. I moan loudly and put my right hand on the back of your head. Our eyes make contact as I pull you toward my groin. Your mouth opens wide and my thickness slides across your tongue and hits the back of your throat. You gag slightly and accommodate me, my hand pulling you down into my pubes as you are fully penetrated. Your nose is buried into my pubes, and you smell the sweat and musk of my previous day's work. The scent enters your nose and you gag again, feeling me release your head so you can back off and breathe. "Is that all you can take?" You shake your head. "No, Sir." "Then let's see what you got." My hand pulls you back down again. You take a long breath through your nose as I slide back into your throat. You force the air through your nostrils and over my cock, pulling in your oxygen while my cock floods your throat with a load of precum. My cock throbs and deposits the sweet clear honeydew into your mouth, coating my cock and making it easier for me to make you open that throat for me. "Fuck yeah, that's it." I say, using both of my hands now to hold your head down. Impaled on my cock, you struggle to breathe as my cock makes a home out of your face. The pulses of pressure you feel from my member tickle your tongue as you try to look up to make eye contact with me, your eyes greeted only with a hairy scene of pubes and man belly." "Mrphhh--!" you gag, trying to back up and off my cock. "Not yet, I want more." My hands tighten their grip as I begin to silently count in my head. You hold your breath and wait, after a few seconds I release you and you're able to breathe again. "Don't go far, I'm close bitch. I wanna cum in that throat." You nod, tears beginning to run down your cheeks. You nod and snort, your throat having been suddenly used as a Fleshlight. "Yes, Sir. Please, feed me that load!" My hands yank you back towards my shaft. "Good boy, swallow this shit for me." Your throat is pierced again, my tapered cockhead stretching you again, my thick shaft throbbing as it inches down into your face. The thick coating of precum and spit have lubricated your throat and turned it into ideal pussy. I savor the warmth and wetness, like a female vagina that is clamping me as she cums. I feel the wetness from your mouth and the spasms of your throat as you try to manage my cock and your oxygen. The power trip begins to push me over the edge as I feel my load building in the base of my cock. Your lips feel the pulses as my cum begins to get pumped into the shaft. Your signal received, you dive into my crotch as hard as you can, getting as much of my cock into your throat as possible. You push past my fat and pull in every buried inch. You push yourself to the limit and begin to gag. Your gagging massages my cock and pulls the cum from my shaft up to the head. "Oh fuckk, here it comes!" I say as my release begins. You feel the pulsing eruption of bear cum begins to get deposited into your throat. You hold still as long as you can, trying your best to give me a deep hole to bury my babies. You manage to get through four or five pumps before you have to back up and off my cock, letting the remaining pumps to splash across your face. You pant as you look up, swallowing what's left of my load--feeling the hot seed deep in your body. "Th--thank you. That was amazing." I nod, also panting. I use my right hand to wipe the sweat off my brow. "You did great, boy." "Thanks." You smile and lean in, giving me a cheeky kiss as you stand up, looking around to make sure nobody walked in on us while we were distracted in lust. Satisfied we're still alone you notice the clinging of a bell. We both turn our heads in the direction of the sound. The tip of my fishing rod is bending up and down wildly, the small brass chime alerting us to the action. "Fuck you've got a bite--!"