Unique Fishing Made Me Happy

And even though I was now somewhat exposed at this point as I stood there, it was obvious that everyone else was too busy, or too involved to worry about anyone else coming up on them. Though I did notice that there appeared to be a fishing rod and tackle box sitting off to one side, and one guy who was obviously wearing a fishing vest, though very little else at this point, as he stood there bare-assed naked from the waist down. With a woman currently holding onto his rather large cock, though she likewise held onto another one as well, furiously jacking it off, I felt almost trapped as I stood there briefly watching all this.

If you think I’m going to say this gal was drop-dead gorgeous or something, you’d be disappointed because she wasn’t. Though she certainly wasn’t ugly either. I guessed her to be in her mid to late forties perhaps. She had maybe just shoulder length hair, dirty blonde in color. Pleasantly plump the polite term, though I’d never had a problem with so-called voluptuous, or curvy women. After all, my own wife was similarly built so far as that went…I found that stimulating enough to continue to stand there for a moment until my brain had a chance to catch up with me here. A quick count of men who were either standing around watching,

or currently engaged (including the first guy I had seen who was still standing there slow-stroking his own prick while looking on) was five, not including me now if I decided to stay and watch. Which I was already giving thought to now, as I looked further on up the hill. I had a couple of choices, none of which made me smile.

One…I could go back the way I came and try to find a spot down past the first guy I had seen fishing when I came in. The problem with that was, the better spots were actually all up this way. Two…I could simply head up the hill, go around these guys, and then slowly find my way back down to the stream once I’d bypassed them. The problem with that one? I’d have to fight through the brush, which was fairly thick through here before being able to do that. And three? The simplest and easiest perhaps would be to simply continue on, though I’d have to walk right by where all the action was taking place.

By this time, the gal had turned more of her attention back to the John, whose “rod” as it were, was sticking well out in front of him now, all purple and angry looking. I was surprised that I could actually stand there and find this fascinating for a moment, which I was doing. Two other men were actually completely naked, and continued to stand there stroking themselves while looking on, totally oblivious to anything else, and certainly to any newcomers as I continued to stand there for a moment looking on. Suddenly, the tail-shirt guy as I’d named him, sort of waddled over, his pants still down around his knees as he edged closer to the group.

His intent was obvious, though the gal who was still kneeling there on the blanket smiled up at him knowingly, and even reached out, now grabbing his cock as he drew close enough for her to do so. I stood there transfixed, unable to move one way or the other. I guess the best way to describe it is that phenomenon of standing there at a train-wreck. You really don’t want to stand there and continue to look on, but you can’t walk away from it either.

And then the laughter again. She began doing so, almost playfully, now urging Mr. Shirttail to release his load on her, which he began doing almost immediately.

“Oh yeah baby…give it to me. Give me all that hot nasty cum!” She exclaimed as she continued to furiously work the man’s prick, and as it discharged streamer after streamer of his fresh hot spunk all over her breasts.

I guess it was at that point that I realized I too had a hard-on, though unlike everyone else standing here, I wasn’t currently playing with it, or having it played with. But it certainly throbbed enthusiastically inside my pants as I continued looking on.

I now watched as this gal milked out every last possible drop of this guy’s semen against her breast before wrapping her lips around it briefly, sucking it…smiling and looking up into his smiling face as he only then stepped back, simultaneously reaching down to gather up his pants again, putting them back on. I was almost grateful for that, though my attention once again drew to my fellow John as he stepped back into the semi-circle, furiously pumping his own prick now in what I knew to be the home-stretch of another impending orgasm here.

As he did that, I caught the woman’s eyes as she glanced over towards me, once again smiling, and swore I caught a little head movement as though being invited to step over closer. And I think I actually did take a step, though I immediately told myself it was because I was in need of reestablishing my balance more than anything else.

Though the shirttail guy had now tucked it in, once again completely dressed, he continued to stand there looking on, as was everyone else. Once again, the woman had turned towards John, this time cupping her fairly large breasts, holding them together now. She had large areola, (which I like, and which my lovely wife also has) with thick elongated nipples which she now pulled on as further enticement perhaps as Mr. John’s knees seemed to buckle somewhat, and as he likewise simultaneously, stepped forward, leaning forward, now laying his meaty looking sausage in the cleft of her pressed together titties.

“Yeah baby, give it to me,” she said once again. And I nearly obliged her myself, without even doing anything! “Oh fuck yes!” She literally screamed out in joy as the man’s prick suddenly began to unleash a torrent of cum all over her magnificent breasts.

He moved it back and forth across her like a fire-hose attempting to put out a fire, though if anything, he was creating one as she gathered up a quantity of his semen from off her breast, one hand going down between her legs now as she began using it obviously, to finger herself with. Only then did my fellow John step away, though he made no movement to gather up his clothing or fishing gear, content to stand there looking on, still slow-stroking his recently spent member, though it had quickly gone flaccid moments afterwards.

Once again, the woman looked at me, still smiling, still fingering herself, as I felt myself take yet another step, now two. I guess the movement was enough to finally alert the first guy to my presence as he only then turned to look at me, sheepishly smiling, blushing even, and then stepping back behind me as he actually began to make his way back up the trail towards the parking lot.