The Riverbank

It started out innocent enough. I took up fishing as a mid-life crisis satisfaction. Often I would venture out to a nearby provincial park, about 40 minutes from home. I spent lots of time there, until it became stale, and I thought about seeking out another destination. I found an isolated river bank about 90 minutes north of my home, quite by accident. A co worker of mine mentioned he fished there many times, so I thought Id try it out.

The morning I left, I tried to get my wife to give me a good bye blowjob. She was having none of that though, and told me I should get going. Horny as hell, I packed my truck, and headed out.

Married for 30 years, we have a pretty good sex life. I have always been heterosexual, and the thoight of another male had crossed my mind occasionally. I would sit on the edge of the bathtub, surf porn sites, become bored and then head to the gay porn. A nice cock somehow turned me on. Also, lately my wife had become more into anal play with me, and almost fascinated with sticking things in my ass. Her rimjobs were amazing.

I found the location, and noticed this river edge was surrounded by trees and pretty off the beaten path. I parked my truck, set up, and began fishing from my spot. Perfect.

Occasionally, I remembered my wife left me with a hard on that wasn't satisfied. I unzipped my jeans and took my medium sized uncut cock out, and began rolling my foreskin over the mass amounts of precum on my swollen head. Just when I was about to really start relieving myself, I heard another truck slowly pull up alongside mine. Fuck.

Annoyed, I continued to fish. Another middle aged guy, similar to shape, size and age like me, strolled up to my spot. He was what Id seen called a "bear", hairy and chubby like me. He said Hello, I'm Matt! I politely said Hi back, but couldnt stop thinking about how he interrupted not only my fishing, but my potential jerk off session.

He set up his chair, and sat down to fish. Try as I may, he was not a bad conversationalist. I finally got into a conversation about life, politics and married life. We shared a couple of beers he brought. Hey maybe it wasnt all bad?

"Pretty isolated here huh?" He said as he stood up.

"I gotta take a piss."

He walked a short ways over to a few trees, and dropped his pants, and underwear. I dont know why, but I found myself staring at his round ass. Before I could react, he turned around to say something to me, and his slightly longer than mine cock was in plain sight, sagging balls and hairy bush in all its glory. I had a tingling in my balls and was turned on. Wait, i'm not bi??

Matt noticed I was staring. He chuckled and said "What are you looking at?"

"Uh, sorry, I was distracted by something for a minute."

Matt took his pants and underwear off, but left his boots on. He walked over to me, not saying a word. Soon, his partially hard and uncut like mine cock was right in front of me. I'd never seen another mans cock this close before. I just stared.

"Go ahead, touch it."

I reached up, and took his cock in my hand. Slowly, yet firmly, I began stroking him, sliding his foreskin back and forth. It felt like my cock, but different. with my other hand, I began to massage his balls. What am I doing? My wife would kill me!

He began to grunt a bit. His cock became hard, and before my brain could process, I had his warm head of his cock in my mouth. I tried my best to suck like a champ, remembering how my wife did it, and how I thought it should be done. He moaned and started to move his hips back and forth. I felt his precum become even more in my mouth, and I loved the taste.

Suddenly he stopped and pulled his cock out. He reached over to a picnic blanket he had brought, and hastily laid it out. He layed down on his back, cock in the air like a flagpole.

"Take off yours, and sit right here." he said as he motioned to his mouth.

Holy fuck. My wife has given me rimjobs, and its my weakness. After a quick look around, I knew it was so isolated, my sexual intuition gave in and I stood up and took my jeans and underwear off, leaving my boots on as well. I nervously hovered my gaping ass and tight balls over his face. I was so hard. I felt his hands on my hips and soon his warm tongue was caressing my asshole. It was all I could take not to cum.

As he licked my ass, probing inside with his tongue, I leaned over and began to suck his swollen cock again. The oh-so-wrong feeling was overwhelmed by sexual power.

I had just felt him tense up, when he stopped me and almost tossed me off. I thought it was over, but no. He guided me on my stomach, ass in the air. My asshole was soaked from his tongue, and before i knew it, I felt the head of his cock put pressure on my asshole. After a few spits, I felt him enter me. What a fucking feeling!

The pain was minimal, and I was soon enjoying what his cock had to offer. He pumped me for maybe a minute. All of a sudden he grunted and I felt the amazing feeling of his load shot up my ass. His cock went semi limp, and he pulled out, breathing heavy but stayed on his knees. After rolling me over on my back, I felt the rush of him putting my cock in his mouth, and he sucked for even less time before my huge load of cum blew out all over his mouth and hand.

We got dressed, not saying anything about what happened. He thanked me for the company, loaded his truck, and left. I sat there and tried to understand what just happened. I was so turned on again, I unzipped and jerked off alone once more.

When I returned home, my wife seemed awkwardly excited to see me. She said she felt bad for the morning, and as I was taking my boots off, unzipped my pants and was about to blow me when she stopped, smelling sex on my cock. Undaunted, she started to blow me, but I couldn't get more than semi hard. She tried her secret weapon, a finger in my ass while she sucked, knowing it gets me. I saw her eyes wide with surprise when she found my ass to be sticky and full. Nothing was said, and I eventually came for her.

On a last note, when I went into work the following Monday, my co worker who suggested the spot, asked how I liked fishing there? I smiled and said it was amazing. He smiled too, and said yeah that's why its his favorite place to fish, its his happy place...