The Penis Soliloquies: Très doable!

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Très doable!

8 comments:

Ruffy said...: Can I have number 3 and number 9 please???? WOOF!; December 7, 2008 at 11:34 AM
Y said...: Jake is very hot in that first pic!; December 7, 2008 at 2:45 PM
fuzzy said...: damn! these pics!!! first time here, and i am hot and sweaty!!!; December 8, 2008 at 2:59 PM
Leatherpigboy said...: Love em!; December 8, 2008 at 3:52 PM
Alex said...: Third one down is amazing. Can I get his number?; December 8, 2008 at 11:29 PM
Anonymous said...: Concerning the next to last, the guy in the boat:

I was just a tourist in Maine,having arrived the day before, and was walking on the dock of a fishing village where guys were doing all sort of things on their boats. It was clearly hard work but they all seemed to be enjoying their work, with lots of banter. As I walked among them, dressed pretty much like the younger ones, in jeans, sneakers, and Ts, this guy nodded at me in greeting and I responded with a verbal reply.

He was alone on his boat and we started chatting. He seemed pretty friendly and after awhile he asked would I like to go catch an eel. To be honest, I had no clue what these guys fished for, other than the famous Maine lobsters, and to be really honest I hadn't a clue where one gets eels or even what they look like. But I was eager for an authentic taste of Maine, so I said yes. He said "get in," and he started up the motor of his boat.

Too late I realized I hadn't asked how long he meant to be gone or how far out we were going, but I figured nothing beyond the normal for a fisherman would be at stake. So, as we rode out on the bay, I was enjoying the breeze, but now regretting I didn't have a jacket. He and I talked a bit. but the longer we were out on the water the less he had to say. In fact, he became pretty taciturn and I began to feel a bit awkward about being with him.

We went out toward a little island, dotted with conifers standing above the rocky shore. No sign of houses or inhabitants. As we approached, he turned so as to maneuver the boat around the island. And then we continued, until we were on the back side of the island. The village we had left was totally blocked from view. He pulled into a cove and, about 200 feet off the shore, he killed the motor and threw out an anchor.

I figured, ahh, so now we're gonna go after an eel. I asked how we were gonna do it. He didn't reply at first. He didn't reach for any equipment, so I was puzzled. He faced away from me and fidgeted with his jeans, so I guessed maybe he was gonna take a leak first. Instead, he turned around, his cock hanging out and him leaning on the gunwale {l learned that term later], like you see in the pic, just looking at me.

"What's this about?" I asked, with a tremor in my voice. "I thought we were gonna fish for eel." He replied, "I asked if You wanted to catch an eel. Well, here it is. Catch it." "Man, I had no idea you meant anything like this. I've never messed with a man before in my life." He stared at me, with a stern expression on his face, "Well, there's always a first time, and this is it for you. Let me be frank, buddy, we ain't goin' nowhere in this boat till you have caught this eel and landed it. You can protest or you can jump out and swim, but even if you'r a strong swimmer you wouldn't last long in this icy water. so I recommend that you get with it, so we can head back to the harbor."

Deep down I suppose I would never have struck up an exchange with him in the first place if I had not admired his manly manner and the hairy chest under his jacket. I can't really say that he had made my cock tingle, but I recognized now that he had picked up on something I hadn't been aware of revealing. The whole thing was so completely outlandish, and yet for sure it was a real adventure. So I thought, what the hell, and went over to him. I knelt on the deck because that was the only ay to get to him in that standing position.

As my face neared his crotch I could detect a spicy male odor, not really so bad, actually. Tentatively I leaned over and just barely licked his cock. He grabbed my head and pressed my face to his crotch, my nose buried in his bush. "Catch that eel, son, or we're gonna be gone a long time." I could not believe I was about to take a man's cock into my mouth, but then it happened, and once it happened it was like it was no big deal after all. There was, in fact, nothing especially weird about it. [Straight guys don't know that.] So I sucked and moved further and further down his shaft, 'til I was pressing my lips hard against his pelvis. "You learn fast, bud,' he growled. "Now, give me some real action."

So it went, my first blow job, er, eel catch. After awhile he held my head and fucked my face. Then there was a load of strangely sweet and salty goo in my mouth, which he made clear I had to swallow.
I sucked until he softened and pulled out, and then zipped up his jeans. "Congratulations, son, on catching that eel. You're a natural fisherman." With that he started up the motor and before too long we pulled back alongside the dock in the village.

Wow, I reflected, on my first full morning on vacation I had already got a taste of Maine.; December 9, 2008 at 1:50 PM
Koba said...: Nice one, rocco! Maine can be like that! ;-)

And I can see now that you're determined to increase the size of the bulge in my jeans!; December 9, 2008 at 5:49 PM
Anonymous said...: Yes, please. God, I've been so pent up lately with working, great post. I'm gonna definitely flood the gates. Awwww the release.; December 10, 2008 at 4:05 AM

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