Fishing Buddies

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By Steve Charles,

I have this buddy named Joe from Hagersville, that I met through an ex girlfriend. We'd both dated the same girl and we met through her and became quick friends. It wasn't long before we started hanging out on a regular basis. Often times, we'd go on fishing trips out to this lake near his place. He knew this trail that led to a little path where you could fish in solitude. We'd go swimming there, have some beers, and camp out. It was pretty nice.

Finally, I couldn't hold it anymore and I exploded onto him. I splattered sweet white cream all down his beer belly and onto his crotch. I looked back for a moment and saw his face covered in his own cum, his belly covered in mine, and my body drenched with both. We both collapsed into the tent floor in eachother's arms, and he buried me under his sweaty body. We slept like that all night, til we woke in the morning, sober, sweaty, still naked, hangovers, still embraced from the night before.

These trips became more frequent, fishing by day, fucking by night. There's nothing like country boys having fun when the time is right. Needless to say, we didn't talk about girlfriends too much after that.

This is a satirical website. Don't take it Seriously. It's a joke.