Gone Fishing

I go fishing with my friend Colin whenever we get the chance and this event happened about eighteen months ago. We went down to the coast and fished for a few hours catching a few small fish, we then decided to go to a spot we had found a few months before.

This spot meant we had to climb over a rock which jutted out to sea, but once you are over you are in a small bay like beach of about fifteen metres long and about six metres wide at high tide, with high rock at the other end and to the rear a high sloping grass hill, which is quite awkward to get down from above, it has a path to the top but is steep and slippy.

As we got over we spotted a man already there, he was aged about 35 to 40, and he was sitting on the grass with his trousers open and wanking off. We did not know whether to go on or turn back, but he saw us before we decided and fastened his trousers. He told us to come over and when we did we said sorry but he said it was ok.

He had a camp fire with a kettle on it and poured us out some coffee and we started chatting. He said that he came here often as it was a good fishing spot. We said we had been coming here for a few months and had good luck there. He said it was so quiet and he thought that no one would see him so he decided to have a wank. He asked if we had ever found a quiet spot outdoors and had wanked there. I said no but Colin said that there was a spot in his back garden where he could go and he could see people coming but they could not see him and he wanked there often.

The man asked if it was ok if he carried on, as he was feeling horny and we said ok. He dropped his trousers and boxers and we could see his erect cock of about six inches and covered in black hair, as he started stroking it he asked us if we would like to join him and we said ok.

Colin and I took off our trousers and underwear. Colin had boxers and I had briefs, and the man said why not take off the rest so soon the three of us were naked. Colin and myself were soon hard and the three of us just wanked ourselves and soon we were shooting cum over the grass. We got cleaned up and dressed and we said it was time we headed back. The man said that was one of the best days fishing he had had and said we might meet him again for maybe some more or better fun. We said sure, and went back over the rocks and home.

We went back quite a few times but we have never seen him since. Whether we had missed him or what we don't know but I think Colin was as disappointed as I was that he was not there, so each time we get back we have a bit of fun together and think of what might have been.