A gay story: Fishing Fun
On a summer morning, I went fishing at a secluded river. A large man, over 6’4″, joined me and we fished together. After some time with no bites, I needed to relieve myself, so I walked into the woods to pee. As I sat back down, I couldn’t help but fantasize about performing oral sex on this man.
Although I am married and have never been with another man, the thought always turns me on. As I studied the man, I noticed his rugged appearance with greasy hair and dirty clothes. He wore work pants and a flannel shirt in the summer heat. My mind raced with thoughts of sucking him off.
Suddenly, he got up and headed into the woods. This was my chance, and I knew I had to make a move or I would always wonder what could have been. I followed him, and when I caught up, I boldly asked if he wanted me to suck him off. He gave me a wicked smile and gave me the green light. I looked at his large, powerful body and his cock, which emitted a strong masculine scent.
Without hesitation, I fell to my knees and looked up at him. He had a few teeth missing, but I wasn’t interested in kissing him. I focused on his massive shaft that was about 4 inches flaccid but extremely thick. As it grew harder, it reached 7 inches long and remained just as thick. I grabbed it with my hand and ran my tongue over the head and down the vein underneath. The anticipation built as I prepared to take his massive member into my mouth.
So there I was, standing in this sleazy bar, surrounded by grimy, burly men, and I just couldn’t resist. This particular guy caught my eye, with his rugged features, messy hair, and a beer belly that could rival Santa’s. I could tell he was a regular, with his stained tank top and the smell of sweat and booze emanating from his pores.
We exchanged a few glances and before I knew it, he had me pinned against the wall, his rough hands gripping my hips, and his gruff voice whispering dirty things in my ear. I was already throbbing with anticipation.
He led me to a dark corner of the bar and pushed me to my knees. His pant zipper was already down, and his huge, throbbing cock was just begging to be worshipped. Without hesitation, I took him in my mouth, savoring the taste of his salty skin and feeling every vein pulsating against my tongue.
He started thrusting his hips, grunting with pleasure as I deep throated his massive member. I could see the ecstasy in his closed eyes and the sweat beading on his forehead. I couldn’t help but admire the power and dominance he exuded.
I wanted to take it a step further, so I took one of his hairy balls in my mouth. I could feel them getting tight, a sure sign that he was close. I went back to stroking his thick shaft, determined to make him explode.
His cock swelled in my mouth, and I knew he was about to come. He grabbed the back of my head and thrust his cock down my throat, making me gag. But I didn’t mind, in fact, I loved the roughness of it all. He kept fucking my mouth, making me swallow every drop of his nasty semen.
He finally pulled out and I looked up at him, my face covered in his thick, warm cum. He seemed satisfied, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment. The grubby bastard had thoroughly used and satisfied me, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.