A Monologue on Fishing There’s something almost meditative about fishing. It’s not just about catching fish—though that’s certainly part of the thrill. It’s about the quiet. The way the world seems to slow down when you’re sitting by the water, rod in hand, waiting. You become hyper-aware of the smallest details: the gentle lap of waves against the shore, the distant cry of a gull, the way the light dances on the surface of the water as the sun begins to set. You know, in our busy lives, we’re constantly rushing from one thing to the next. But out here, time stretches. There’s no inbox to clear, no notifications buzzing in your pocket. Just you, your thoughts, and the possibility of what might be lurking beneath the water. It’s a game of patience, a test of hope. Every slight tug on the line sends a jolt of adrenaline—is this it? Is this the one? And even when you don’t catch anything, you still leave feeling richer. There’s a clarity that comes with it, a sense of peace that’s hard to find anywhere else. Maybe that’s the real catch—not the fish, but the moment itself. The chance to just… be. To remember that sometimes, the best things in life are the ones you wait for, quietly, by the water’s edge.

I will not describe my childhood and school years in detail, although they played the main role in my further fate. I grew up as an ordinary boy, though skinny and short, and in the eighth grade, I was always thought to be still in the fifth or sixth. They didn't really bully me, but I endured a lot of ridicule, and I heard various catchy phrases directed at me, like "The oats are not for the horse" or "All the strength went into the root" and the like.

I didn't understand this until I accidentally saw my peers swimming naked at the distant pool. Everyone's dicks were no more than 12-15 centimeters, although in thickness they were even a bit

thicker than mine. Mine, though thinner, was almost twice as long, and I always tucked it between my legs and buttocks and pressed it with my swim trunks before swimming. No one looked closely or knew about it. After this incident, I began to avoid everyone and always swam alone. It was especially awkward for me, and I didn't know what to do when my dick got excited and stuck out of my swim trunks by almost five to ten centimeters.

I wasn't taken into the army; they considered me very dystrophic and discharged me. People started laughing at me again, but after school, everyone scattered to different places, and I was left alone with myself. I got a job and, in my free time, became interested in anatomy to understand the reasons for my appearance and its peculiarities. When I read many books and textbooks, everything became clear to me. My sexual organ was disproportionate to my body by more than two and a half times. I even measured it with a forty-centimeter ruler because another one wasn't long enough. And my dick, at my 19 years, was 32 centimeters long, and that was when it dangled with the head down.

Somehow, the village girls found out about this and started teasing me and didn't believe it. They thought I had spread such a rumor myself to attract more attention to my short height of one hundred and fifty-two centimeters. In the evenings, lying in bed, I thought a lot about all this and entertained myself with my penis, and then one day, one desperate girl, who was about four years older than me, persuaded and lured me to her place. We sat, and when it came to bed, she gasped when she saw how my dick slowly began to rise practically from the knee and grew before her eyes. That evening, I experienced my first stress, as I had no experience in sex, having been raised by my grandmother and knowing nothing about it. And at the sight of the naked girl, whose name was Yulia, it became completely wooden, and I, not knowing anything, as soon as Yulia directed my dick into her vagina, began to push it inside and probably very quickly. Not even a few seconds had passed before she screamed and tears flowed from her eyes.

My dick didn't even have time to go in halfway before Yulia jumped out from under me and ran into another room. She didn't come out for a long time, and when she calmed down, she told me everything she thought about me.

"You should inseminate mares in the stable, not fuck with girls," she told me, putting it mildly. In reality, there were many more emotions and offensive words directed at me.

I worried about this for a long time afterward and tried not to communicate with the female sex. The rumor somehow spread. Perhaps Yulka herself blabbed, but all the girls started avoiding me.

A few years later, my attempt to experience all the pleasures of sex failed again with a woman who came to visit. She didn't believe the rumors and decided to see for herself, and then scolded me for a long time as I ran away from her house.

So, quietly and without new thrills, I worked and lived alone, not looking for anyone, and my person didn't attract anyone either. I became interested in self-satisfaction, as there was something to entertain myself with. I read a lot, including erotic literature, and learned something from books. Sometimes I allowed myself to walk naked far from home and entertained myself with my disproportionate, for a normal person, dick. I liked tying it to my leg and walking so it wouldn't protrude and compromise me in front of women. I was already over thirty then. Many different video cassettes started coming on sale, and of course, there were erotic ones.

I watched them and, as everyone knows, just masturbated. Then I came up with various entertainments for myself with my dick and got a lot of pleasure from it. I had nothing to compare it to, as I had never had full sex with a woman, and I didn't know what an orgasm was. I just jerked off and came, and all my enjoyment ended there, until I accidentally came across a short note on a newspaper page—usually called the yellow press at that time—about a guy and what his wife did to him after learning of his infidelity. Various images and pictures began to swirl in my head, and I even started dreaming about it, though very rarely. I started reading medical books again and even bought myself something—but couldn't use it for a long time and threw it away. After a few years, I remembered it again and couldn't stop thinking about it.

The desire to do something unusual pursued me at home, at work, and even in my dreams. But I couldn't understand what. To distract myself somehow, I went to the distant pool and, undressing there completely, swam and sunbathed. I liked swimming naked when my dick sank in the water and slid over algae and sand in the shallows. Of course, I couldn't see it, but I always imagined how the thin intestine, meaning my dick, hung and dragged behind me. In those moments, I couldn't even think that something unusual would happen to me at this same pool and change my further life. After swimming a bit, I moved to the other bank and walked for hours through the weeds, watching my dick dangle and hit either my leg or get caught in the grass. Sometimes there were scratches on the dick's skin and on my legs from dry or hard grass, but this didn't stop me, and I could wander like that for hours.

One evening, I was sorting through old unnecessary things left by previous residents and gathering dust in the attic, and I found a broken spinning rod. I took it out and repaired it. There were pikes in our river, and small pikelets weighing up to one kilogram were often caught. Old-timers told that larger pikes were caught at the pool and further at the river bend. The desire to catch such a fish myself distracted me from my thoughts for a while, and so I was already sitting on the bank, casting the spinning rod into the water and pulling, and each time I pulled out an empty lure with empty hooks. The next day, I went fishing early in the morning. It was a forty-minute walk, but I didn't even notice how I was already there.

This time, I was luckier. I don't remember on which cast, I caught a small pike about thirty centimeters long and several crucian carp. The catch was very good, but when I started unhooking the pike from the hook, either I did something careless, or it was so clever, well, in short, it bit my finger, and droplets of blood appeared from several tiny holes. It hurt a little, but I endured it, and soon it passed. Now I understood that a small fish caught in the pike's mouth couldn't escape from its sharp and tenacious teeth. On the way home, I even shuddered when I imagined how, while swimming naked, such a pike would grab my dick, freely dangling in the water. Then I forgot about it, and soon, during swimming, I remembered again, and this thought began to visit me more and more often. I started going fishing more often and sometimes returned with a successful catch. Small pikes rarely came my way, but when I caught them, I was extremely careful and, though sitting naked on the bank, tried to keep its sharp teeth from getting close to my dick lying on the sand.

After some time, I started provoking the caught pike myself so that it would grab my dick, but at the last moment, I jumped back or moved my dick aside. And then one day, I couldn't resist and, giving myself a painkiller injection in the groin area, simply didn't pay attention to the pike writhing on the sand. I sat right next to it and even touched it with my dick, but it just writhed and strove for the water, not even paying attention to my motionless dick, and then I took it and simply put it in a bucket of water, and before going further to fish, decided to tease it one last time and said

"Didn't want to catch prey, well, now sit in the bucket."

But I didn't even have time to come to my senses as soon as I lowered my dick a bit directly into the bucket of water and made it splash a couple of times, when I immediately felt it being grabbed. Yes, yes, directly grabbed. It was that same pike sitting in the bucket. It didn't hurt me, but blood immediately appeared. And the pike was thrashing its tail in the bucket and, opening its mouth, tried to jump as high as possible out of the bucket and swallow my dick like an ordinary small fish. The sensation was unusual, and I also got scared. Grabbing it by the head, I inserted a knife into its mouth and began to pry it open, and I succeeded. Only a small part of the foreskin covering the head was damaged. Perhaps the pike was small and couldn't swallow more at once—so it thrashed to help the prey move forward deeper into its hungry belly. I immediately bandaged the tip of my dick, and after about twenty minutes, the blood stopped seeping through the bandage, and I removed it. After a few days, I didn't even remember it, but when I went fishing, I took everything with me just in case, and this case presented itself again.

This time, I managed to catch a pike weighing more than a kilogram and over forty centimeters long. I didn't waste time and, after doing all the preparatory work, again lowered my dick directly into the bucket of water containing my catch. Everything happened just like that time. The pike thought it was another prey and, gathering all its strength and agility, rushed at my dick, which I was splashing on the water's surface, and right before my eyes, the entire head and a few more centimeters ended up in its mouth. I didn't try to free my dick; on the contrary, I squatted and lowered it into the water. Well, in short, it turned out that I completely covered the bucket with my body, in which the pike was swimming and my entire dick was dangling.

Though it wasn't dangling anymore, but part of it was in the mouth of the river predator. I heard the water splashing in the bucket and the pike thrashing and felt my dick moving somewhere inside along its mouth. Each time, it squeezes it with its jaws and makes some movements with its body and muscles to push the swallowed prey, like a fish unknown to it until now, further inside its belly. I lay like that, covering the bucket with my body, for just a couple of minutes and decided that it wasn't worth joking with this and decided to end it. But I couldn't simply pull out the about ten centimeters of dick that had already been swallowed, and the pike was bigger and stronger than the previous one, and there was nothing left but to slit its belly and thus free myself from its sharp teeth. I knew how to clean fish and dealt with it in an instant and pulled out my wounded dick. Immediately washing and bandaging it, I went home. The fish soup turned out tasty, but the awareness that, at least a little, my dick was inside this pike constantly excited me and gave me no peace.

As soon as everything healed, which took a little over three weeks, I repeated the attempt again, and again I had to butcher the pike right on my dick. This repeated several times until autumn came and the fish stopped biting.

The next year, from early spring, I spent any free time fishing, and if I managed to catch a pike, I always gave it the opportunity to take revenge on me and bite my dick before ending up in the pot. These games each time dragged on for longer, and I began to allow the next caught river predator to swallow my dick as deep as possible. Then I gave time for the wounds to heal and repeated everything again, until a completely crazy idea came to my head, and I was unable to refuse it. This happened about four or five years after I became interested in fishing with a spinning rod and with my dick.

Half an hour later, I was already squatting near the bucket and lowering my dick into the water and began to splash it. And then simply assumed a position as if I wanted to do push-ups and began to lower and then take out my dick, hovering in such a position over the bucket. The pike didn't like this, and seizing the moment and showing its skills and agility, it perked up and grabbed my dangling and beginning to descend into the water dick. I immediately lowered myself and again covered the bucket with my stomach and left my dick alone with the river predator. As in previous times, so now I heard its thrashing and how my dick jerked and how it squeezed it, showing all the capabilities and abilities of its organism to swallow prey whole and then squeeze and push it inside its stomach or whatever fish have.

And so now I felt how my dick was being squeezed by someone and pulled away from me, then again loosened, and again opening its mouth, it grabbed it with its sharp teeth, which slope inward and give no chance for the prey to slip out. So my dick, slowly, millimeter by millimeter, the pike pushed into its belly. I didn't feel pain; on the contrary, I was interested to know how much it could swallow. In the bucket, it was cramped, and my idea to do all this in its natural environment was about to come true any second. Everything depended on me and my determination, and I decided.

Getting on my knees and taking the bucket by the handle, I went to the river. Choosing a convenient spot, I entered the water and, at a shallow depth of about thirty centimeters, sat in the water and lowered the bucket with the pike into it, and slowly tilting and turning it over, released the pike into the river and threw the bucket onto the bank. Of course, it couldn't swim away, as my dick was in its mouth, which it had already managed to swallow almost halfway. It thrashed and beat its tail in the water and made various intricate movements, helping itself so that the prey would crawl inside as quickly as possible. There was more space in the river, and the pike's movements were much more energetic and gave results. The remaining fifteen centimeters of my dick, slowly but much faster than in the bucket, disappeared into its mouth following the swallowed seventeen. And after about twenty minutes, it practically completely pulled my dick into itself, and a couple of centimeters separated its mouth from my stomach.

Subsequently, as I caught pike of suitable sizes within half a meter and even a bit more or less, I allowed them to completely swallow my dick and, increasing the time, sat in the water and enjoyed the invisible process happening in its belly. I even sometimes experienced slight arousal but tried to prevent it. A soft and easily bending dick is less at risk of serious injury in the mouth of a river predator. Thus, in two years, I could already endure several hours and, with only minor skin damage, and even then in the area of the head and foreskin, I extracted my dick back, although there were hundreds of small wounds from the pike's teeth on it.

And the pike, in turn, slowly but surely and in its usual process, pulled the prey, which was my dick, deeper and deeper into itself. I again felt these familiar movements. And to put it in one word, I got pleasure from it, while the pike received another portion of food. I didn't know then how long I could endure, although I had spare painkiller injections with me. Everything went somehow by itself. Closing my eyes, I simply tried to imagine this entire process of transforming my dick into something else, and again felt arousal, from which I immediately tried to get rid.

After lunch, a Niva drove up to the river. Two guys got out of the car. They were in their early twenties, and the two girls who came with them were about the same age. They were no more than one and a half hundred meters away, but the wind was in my direction, and I heard their voices. They really liked this place and decided to relax here. This, of course, was not to my advantage. But to get up like that and chase them away, I couldn't, and with my appearance, it was even more impossible, although I was about fifteen years older than them then. There was nothing left but to sit quietly, and the pike was calm and didn't splash much so as not to attract attention. I began to glance more often towards the resting company and managed to watch as my dick gradually disappeared into the pike's mouth. Most of it, about twenty centimeters, was already invisible, and only the remaining twelve were still visible in the water and how they slowly went inside the fish. I closed my eyes and thought. And what to do next, and only closer to evening, when the pike rested against the lower abdomen, I decided that I would sit until something told me it was time to leave. The sun had already hidden behind the forest, and the company had already left, but I continued to feel the unceasing process of some movements in the pike's belly and, naturally, concerning my dick. I again gave myself a painkiller and watched while something was still visible through the water. The faster it began to get dark, and I could no longer see anything, the more clearly I felt and even imagined this entire process of digesting my dick happening in the predator's stomach. I enjoyed it like a child watching a cartoon and again closed my eyes, and pictures I imagined floated before me.