Five Rods

I enjoy fly fishing in Maine, Mass and NH and have done so for many years. The places I fish are usually pretty remote and require some hiking or mountain biking to get there. Occasionally there are other people fishing but usually not. I enjoy the solitude and and use it to indulge my other enjoyment…anal pleasure and gay sex fantasy. When I need a break from fishing I find a tree in a pleasant clearing and mount a homemade dildo to it at a height that I can get on my knees and back into, fantasizing about taking cock doggie style. I get naked, lube up and go for it. When I’ve been fucked good and hard and I’m ready, I jerk off and cum. Then I clean up and keep fishing.

One time I headed out to fish and arrived at the river looking forward to a relaxing few hours but especially to my secret pleasure. I was honey as fuck. I hadn’t been fishing more than 30 minutes and was looking forward to my pleasure break when to my surprise five other fishermen arrived. I said hello and they all did likewise but I could tell these guys had a secret of their own. The way they behaved toward each other and me just told me something was up. Call it gaydar.

So in fly fishing if you are with others you generally spread out along a river and often don’t see them for quite a while. You typically run into each other occasionally as you fish, but mostly you’re alone. So true to firm, these guys headed off in different directions and spread out. My fantasies went into high gear.

As I fished, I came across one of them about 30 minutes later. We chatted, first about any luck we were having, flies we were using, etc. Then it turned to where you from, are you married, stuff like that. I was confident these guys were open to something so I was pretty open about enjoying fishing for relaxation and stress release. That quickly led to a very suggestive conversation which in turn led to me on my knees blowing the guy. He was sort of shirt and chubby and his cock was not big, but I was in heaven. As I happily sucked and slurped cock one of the other guys showed up. He immediately started pulling my gear, waders and clothes off while I kept sucking guy #1. He went down in my ass and tongue fucked me like a pro. Shortly another guy arrived and everyone was getting their waders and pants down. These guys took turns with me for about 90 minutes, fucking my mouth and asshole like I was meat on a spit roast. I had cock in both holes the entire time. It was just a matter of which guys and for how long til they switched. They also sucked me and sucked and fucked each other when they weren’t in me. Clearly not their first rodeo. Eventually they all came, one after the other in their hole of choice. When they had all gotten off they told me to jerk off and they all watched as I did so and came big.

It turned out these guys were all married, like me, and went on fishing trips together twice a year, spring and fall. I told them I’d love repeat this and they suggested I could join them as camp bitch. My duties would be to cook for them and provide other services on demand. I didn’t need to be asked twice as this perfectly fit my secret need to be submissive to men. That was three years ago and I’ve made it on four of their six trips since then. I only fish with one fly rod. But it turns out five rods are better than one.

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