"Mike was a man of few words. A man that size didn't have to say much."Any advice on where to drop a line?" asked Steve."Oh, you'll catch somethin if ...' take any of the trails about a quarter mile further up the canyon," said Gibb. "Provided, a course, that y' got the right bait."Steve grinned and Mike grunted."So what sort of bait works best?" asked Steve."Well, fer rainbows, I like to use these little red jobbers with either salmon eggs or velveeta on the hooks," he said, showing a bright red. .” I really enjoyed going down on Carl and to feel his gorgeous cock inside my mouth and throat….”Jason…I think I’m going to blow…..ohhh.., fuck, this is so good….” And I started to feel Carl’s cock pulsing now stronger and no doubt he would blow soon…I kept my lips tight and sucked even stronger to give Carl the time of his life and blow his load deep inside me…. And soon I felt Carl’s pulsing cock jetting strong blasts of cum in my throat…”Ohh….fuck Jason…this is so good….keep going…yes keep. Cuuuumooooohohoh," he grunted as his dick twitched and his hot, salty jizzfilled my mouth. I savored it for a moment, and then swallowed it down.I slid my way up his body and settled in next to him. He looked at mein a post-orgasm glow, and asked "Do you really like it?"I did, and I told him as much. "I really do. It's incredible. I feltso alive and validated while you were telling me how good it felt.Having your cock in my mouth, taking it all the way down, oh, justindescribable. I think. This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons living or deadis coincidental.A dance lesson or two from the Butterfly who would be a Hawk.7When we got back to the boathouse, John took the carton and then I handedhim the picnic hamper and climbed out of the punt and we tied up. He keptglancing at the river cruiser. "Tamesisadda, is that an Indian name?" No, Tamesisadda is a Celtic goddess of the River Thames, would you likean introduction? I'll become furiously jealous if you say yes.".