SNAPS-Fishing
By: Jstarret78
Editor's note: Short and sweet, memories, fantasies, tales I heard, they are part of these short stories. I call them snaps for snapshots, a quick and easy read.
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My wife enjoys fishing, I believe she could fish for hours every day. We would go out to a local lake, here in the Carolinas. The lake is popular, but not crowded with most visitors in boats, not on the extensive shoreline. There is a state park that gives you lake access for boat launching, and a pier for fishing. You need to walk about an eighth of a mile, through dense woods, to reach the pier. It is at the tip a peninsula that goes out into the lake.
I don't mind taking her. I use the time to walk back and forth a few times for exercise. We are both retired and on in age. I also enjoy talking to some of the other individuals walking or fishing at various points along the trail and shoreline. Most of the individuals fishing, are also retired. They will walk down to a secluded area, put up a chair, drop a line and relax.
As for me, I just enjoy walking around, stopping to talk, and looking at nature. Even though I'm older, my sex drive has not diminished. I have had a full and diverse sex life, been married a few times, into the free love 70s and didn't much care where or how I got off. I'm in a September marriage, we were both widowed and found it a good idea to care for each other. Sex with her is great, but very conventional. At my age, that's ok, but sometimes I look back at those wild day.
Once, while walking, I noticed a guy sitting in a chair, in one of the coves. I was interested in whether he was having any success fishing off that beach. I ambled down the path, about 20 feet to the water.
"Catching anything?" I asked.
Startled, he said, "What the hell?" He nearly dropped his pole.
"Oh man, I'm sorry, didn't mean to sneak up on you."
"Well then you have to walk a little louder, damn."
After calming down, the conversation went easy. He looked to be in his late sixties or early seventies. Though sitting down, I could tell he was nearly six feet tall, stocky but looking good for his age.
He introduced himself as Bert.
"Glad to meet you Bert, I'm Evan."
Our conversation got around to being retired and coping with all the issues associated with it. He was a widower for two years and still didn't know how to fill his time. He told me I was very lucky to have a woman around and how he missed the intimate times they had, even as they grew older. This brought us around to sex or the lack thereof.
As we continued to talk, he began recalling how great sex was back when, how exciting and fulfilling. Feeling comfortable I asked him how he deals without an outlet for his frustration. He kind of chuckled and said, "well, I take care of myself sometimes, but it's not that great."
I mention that I had gone through a dry spell once.
Bert turned and looked up at me, "How did you handle it?"
I didn't know how to answer. It was hard getting a safe and decent female partner, so I had answered some ads for guy who wanted to give head. This went on for a while until once, after he got me off, he ask if I would help him out. I told him, 'That's not the deal buddy,' to which he just shrugged and said, 'hey, you know, it would the decent thing to do.'
"You didn't mind a guy blowing you?" Bert asked.
"Why should it be any different? I can tell you it feels the same, maybe better."
Bert thought about that and then cornered me and ask, "did you return the favor?"
That took me back, I did end up blowing the guy, but I didn't let him cum in my mouth. How could I answer.