GAYFISH.TXT - M/? - Oral, Man/Fish/Snake - June 15, 2003

A fish tail 
By SwampRat 
(cl) 1998, 2003 Gay Furry Association

Way back When, there were tabloid newspapers that had lurid tales of sex in them.. One was about a man who used his penis to catch fish - he would wade into the stream, unzip and whatever trout or bass came to bite the "Worm" was netted. So...

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Isi was unhappy. All the other males were making nests and getting females to come and lay eggs so they could spawn, but not Isi. Even though he was a handsome male, with bright colors and many a female eyed him, sometimes even coming over to rub against him, he ignored them. He nosed in the mud like the others eating worms and larva, but it wasn't what he wanted. He wanted the Big Worm he saw only rarely..

Isi had come to the surface to get a bubble of air and catch a few unwary bugs, When he saw IT.. It was thick and long and tasty looking.. But it was too far away! He didn't know Why the burning passion consumed him, it just did.. And he would Not rest until he Had It.

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George loved the outdoors, Loved to go to a stream, but hated catching Fish! His Father told him they didn't feel the hook, or the gutting knife.. His Father lied about other things too. But George did what he was told, and found ways to Not catch something. Now he was an adult, and could cut the barbs off the hooks, Not rip worms apart on the ugly things, just toss a piece of metal out and if a fish bit it, so what.. He could Pretend to reel it in, only to 'lose' it and maybe snag some debris in the process.

George liked being around 'The Guys', but he wasn't turned on by them.. And Women - He had gotten his first kiss and his first slap at the same time. The Kiss from Marie Constanza, who he had a helpless crush on.. The Slap from his Mother who told him he was Too Young to be doing such things. So he stayed away from Them too. But a secret part of him was an exhibitionist. He dreamed of running through the woods naked, showing his somewhat fat but still strong body off to every forest creature..

The reason he wore Those Pants is because he didn't want to go out in a 'good' pair. And he kept reminding himself to repair the zipper, to put underwear on when he went out that day... All sabotaged by his subconscious. Since the Game Wardens Knew George from the age of 5 And knew he rarely caught Anything, let alone took too many, they didn't bother stopping when they saw his truck along side the road. If he wasn't in the Diner by 5, either complaining about how they aren't biting, or telling lies about the Whopper he got, Then they would hike the mile back in and check on him. Of course, his melodic snores were enough to scare most Anything away, they said with a smile.

This was a Blessing because While George Didn't know it, he was 'flashing' the Woods from the moment he got out of the truck until he got back in again.. He got out and his nuts flopped out the hole in his pants. Getting the gear out of the back meant rubbing them on everything... By the time he got down the trail he had a half-hardon bobbing away while his balls swung back and forth, nicely tanned from being in the sun while he snoozed on the shore.

A gallon jug of ice that slowly melted into cold water, a thermos of hot coffee, sandwiches made the night before, and his tacklebox that had an assortment of odds and ends that were completely useless for fishing with. Snapping a sinker to the eye-hook on the piece of metal at the end of his line, George tossed it out a ways, let it settle, then set the pole so it wouldn't drift off, nor be pulled in should some driftwood catch it. Then he lay back, tipped his hat over his eyes and enjoyed the 'quiet'. It didn't take long for the sleepy day to have him yawning, Coffee did no good - it only made him pee, So he put his arms under his head, and let the morning take him...

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The King Snake felt the vibrations, and came out of the grass to watch the strange creature that made them.. This was not All curiosity, as sometimes the creature stirred up insects - which were a quick snatch-and-gulp snack. The tongue flicked out, getting an overview of the area... There was something tantalizing on the wind - Something that stirred the reptiles interest more than insects.. Salt. A rare commodity around the fresh-water river, and harvesting it not to be missed if possible. It came closer, less worried about predators - George only had to let one Stenorous, tree-shaking breath, and All the birds left - as much as the bulk that could crush it.

Getting closer, the tongue helped guide the jeweled head to the source of the intriguing odor, which was.. Another Snake? The reptile lifted it's head slowly. If it Was, the King Snake would get some Salt And a meal.. Sliding closer, over the man's leg it looked at the thing.. No snake it ever saw looked like This. And the maddening smell of Salt was Strong! It got still closer.. then Stopped. Eggs? It nuzzled the globes, moving them.. It opened it's mouth and scooped one up, biting softly into the flesh. Nothing happened no matter how hard it tried to swallow the globe, and reluctantly let go to try swallowing the other one. Same results..

It tried to push them apart with it's snout, hoping one would roll away but no such luck. However the Salt smell was Stronger and tinged with another flavor. The tongue flicked across flesh that shuddered at the touch. A few coils looped around the stalk to keep the creature from running, then the snake unhinged it's jaw and still tasting the 'snake' took the oversized head in it's mouth. It shook in the coils and the snake squeezed it to still it.. It suddenly vibrated strongly and Spat a whole lot of liquid down the snake's gullet! Surprise stilled the reptile for a moment.. Then the scent overwhelmed it and it swallowed the salty, thick stuff, belly swelling a little with the volume.

It kept it's mouth locked around the head, feeling the thing shrink, still getting dribbles of the liquid. It sucked now, drinking the tasty stuff, tongue flicking against the tip until one snake was full and the other seemingly empty. Finding a safe place to bask, it dozed, digesting it's meal, going back to pump still more of the liquid from the 'snake' until it could hold no more and basically lay beside the creature, sleeping in the warm sun.

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George woke, more tired than when he laid down but feeling good.. Really good. Maybe he Needed this break more than he Thought.. Looking over, he saw a large handsome snake also dozing in the warm afternoon. Carefully, the man, reeled in his 'J' - It was still curved, just the hook end blunted - gathered his belongings and left, having something more to talk about than his 'lousy' fishing luck.

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Damn, Damn and Damn.. He woke just as the bobber vanished. And threatened to take his pole with it.. Probably a Log or something heavy got snagged... Hey - that snake was back, lazing in the sun, belly full.. Wonder what it ate? Gently rubbing it's scaly head he sighed. Damn.. He Liked his pole, which was his Grandfathers, and his Fathers before him.  Well, nothing for it but to wade out and get it.. Stepping on the line, George followed it into the water..

'Cool', His balls protested, but not too bad.. Little perch came by and nibbled on them, unsure what they were but they tasted pretty good. And the Worm - It too got nips and bites, none of them hard enough to be more than a tickle.. George barely noticed, finding the log his 'hook' had snagged, and got it free with a little bit of work. Of course all that movement brought Other fish to see what was going on.

Isi could hardly believe it! There was His Worm.. He moved quickly before any other fish could get to it. Opening his jaws wide he inhaled as much as he could, biting down on the flesh, wriggling and squeezing it in his hard mouth.. It moved and he worked his jaws, wanting to eat it all.. What he got instead was some kind of liquid spurting into his gullet, which was greedily devoured. More bites and squeezes got another bellyful.. Isi contented himself with breathing around the fat worm, still keeping it in his mouth, not wanting to share it.

George panted.. Damn, what just happened? He looked down at the fish that was wriggling a little with his dick in it's mouth. At first he tried to shoo it away.. Get it off. But when it bit harder the more he tried to get it loose, he decided perhaps it was better where it was. It did feel kinda good.. More fish came around, nipping his nuts, rubbing against them as they went past..

Isi fought and struggled to keep His worm.. Not even when it was lifted out of the water did he let go.. But finally he had to, needing oxygen. With one last 'kiss' he slipped off - and Into something! What? He didn't understand.. But the light went and he waited, somehow knowing the Worm would return..

Carefully getting out of the water, George tossed the line on the shore and emptied his cooler on the ground.. Going back he dipped it in the water and waited.. Sure enough the fish dropped off his shrinking dick and into the cooler. He gathered his stuff, somehow got it all into the truck, changed and made it to the diner. He also got a wading pool, a pump and some water plants at the Hardware store.

It took a few hours to set the plastic pool in the ground and hook up everything but the fish was ok, seeming to like it's new place.. Especially when George knelt and let his worm dangle for the fish to grab. This happened many times a week, And even though George still went fishing, he never found another fish like Isi. Which was fine for them both, very happy just to have each other.. And the occasional snake who was tempted by the smell of salt and stayed for the 'meal'.

So next time you go fishing or just drive by a stream - Think about Isi - There may be another Fish hungry for a Big Worm.

The End