The Fisherman

I arrived at my usual place by the river, to cool off after a long days work in the yard.  As I walked up to my usual spot, I noticed an older gentleman sitting in a camp chair reading a book, fishing pole by his side.  I hesitated for a moment.  Usually, I stripped down to my shorts, or all the way naked, and sat in the water for a while.  If it was dark, I would strip naked and roam the park next to the river, and venture into the lights of the parking lot.  Sometimes I would play a game of private dare.  Leaving my clothes near the car, I would walk out into the middle of the parking lot, in plain view of the road, then down to the opposite side near the boat launch, farther and farther away from my clothes each time.  Once I even stood in the entrance to the lot and jerked off.  Today, I might have to adjust a bit.

I stripped down to my shorts anyway, asked the old timer if he minded, and stepped into the cool water of the river.  When I turned around, I noticed the gentleman had on a pair of old school shorts, and his hairy, wrinkled scrotum was hanging out one side.  Looking up, I realized he was watching me with a slight smile, and looking back down, I realized he had his zipper open and his thick, uncut cock in his hand.  I swallowed hard.  I said something stupid and irrelevant. Then after a moment, I just stood up and took off my shorts.  His eyes lit up as he gazed at my own growing dick.

With a lump in my throat, and a little fear, I asked if he needed any help with that.  He grinned and said he thought I might be able to help, if I wanted to.  I climbed out of the water, knelt down between his gray haired legs, and gently slid his shorts down around his ankles.  I marveled at the transformation his hooded cock went through.

“I’ve never had an uncut one before,” I said.

“Well, what do you think?” he asked.

I assured him I was most certainly going to enjoy finding out.  As I lowered my head to his crotch, the quiet, gentle, old man grabbed my head and jammed it down onto his cock, thrusting up into my mouth at the same time.  I choked for a moment, then went to work.  It was a thick, gnarly, old cock, and it had a wonderful old man smell.  Within minutes I had him fully erect and throbbing; he began forcefully thrusting into my mouth and grabbed my head with both hands as he drove his cock deep into my throat.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of a couple watching us from the parking lot, fondling each other as I worked my magic.  Suddenly, I felt his dick began to twitch, and he pulled my head harder into his crotch.  I could barely breathe both from the dick filling my throat and the excitement of the moment.  He released a mighty, thick, load into my throat, and I swallowed every drop of it.  He released my head and I came up slightly, still licking his throbbing cock.  He shivered and tried to pull away, but I kept him in my mouth until he hardened ever so slightly again, then I pulled off and jerked him off hard.  He shot a slightly smaller, but just as eager, load onto my face, and I turned to grin at the couple.  He now had his woman on her knees, and gave me a thumbs up.  I laughed and could not believe my luck.

The old man has never been back to the river while I am there.  I long to take his gorgeous, hooded cobra into me again.  I long for his firm, aggressive, manner, and finely aged taste.  Sigh, I guess I will have to settle for the young man who watched us, but again… another story for another time!!