Not a man of words, more action is Barry, he calls it his fish ( his cock) and I am his bait, but if I want it I must work for it. He had devised this fishing line with a round lasso knot which tightens when the fish is caught, the rod is small and light and we have enormous fun with it, me casting my line and aiming for his big pink fish, the trick it to caste the opened knot around his fish which takes an awful lot of doing, in manoeuvring and dangling and lots of wonderful erotic and stimulating sensations as I just let the line dribble along his thighs and over his balls before I caste a new line.
I want to pause a little and suck his throbbing fish but he refuses, telling me I must catch it first. So it is lots more aiming and missing, teasing and tantalising until finally at last the aim is true, low and behold I have a catch, pull in the line and the fish is all mine.
By this time I am hungry for it. Still bound on the line I ease it upwards and down again by pulling the line gently, we have so many wonderful times doing this, - I give him the mother of mouth fucks as I enjoy his throb deep inside my mouth, the taste of him divine, my fish, my well caught fish, my salmon red, my herring, my big hard cod, call it what I will, we release our passion in the most wonderful way.
Then he slowly removed my boxer shorts wanting to see more, I bend for him again, this time completely naked as he stretches me, open me up to see my glistening orifice, waiting for his service, he licks and sucks me, rims me which is so divine, I turn to see his fish throbbing for me, really shaking like a fish out of water, soon to be inside me, talk feel its fuck divine in mine. Fuck me my fisherman friend, and fuck me again, drive me utterly insane and yes! Lets make it again and again.
And Barry has the most beautiful cock, I cherish its touch, its pleasant and pliable firmness, I adore and he does too, to lick it with the tip of my tongue making it wobble and shimmer, I am thinking all this fish just for me, I wrap it in bacon rashers, spurt it with cream, plaster with strawberry jam and suck it clean, all those things we do as his fingers experiment with my being, twisting inside until I am once again ready for his stiff fuck.
He takes me bare back and on a swivel too, he fucks my ass blue me saying I want all of you. We fuck into the night as he holds me tight, holds me firm - I am in a world of my own, feeling his fish.
Then I see him by the river again, his rod held so high, like it is almost scraping the sky - then all at once he makes a catch, swivels his rod upwards and brings in the line, and soon again later I feel divine, because he has me at the end of his rod and it's just fine.
