I live in a sh!tty town; I have an older sister, mom and dad. My father is a compulsive angler. He often brings home really big carps, catfishes, pikes and sanders. Nevertheless, what I liked the most was the carps, the golden giants.

A year ago, I was at home, jerking off to some porn when I heard my dad outside, joyfully coming home with his friends. I quickly turned porn off and turned Skyrim on. My father's squad came in, I left my computer to greet them and then I saw that my father was holding a trophy of a 9-kilogram carp. I shared his triumph. Dad left the carp at home and went to the bar with his friends. I stayed at home alone and I decided to have a better look at the carp.

It was still alive and was moving its giant mouth. I imagined, idk why, that carp blowing me. Then I felt an erection. I think you can already guess what I did, I f@cked the carp in its mouth with remarkably meaty lips, and I came right into its mouth. Doing so, I felt an extraordinary pleasure.

I forgot about this case later, especially since my father sold that carp at the market. However, when my father was bringing small carps weighting a kilogram or two, I started f@cking them, too. I f@cked carps and European carps all year long, and f@cking smaller carps felt better because their mouths fitted my d!ck precisely. I loved f@cking them while they were still alive, moving their lips around my c0ck. Over the span of half a year, I f@cked, probably, more than 40, probably even 50 carps. I f@cked them several times a day, nutted into their a$$holes, idk why, sometimes I f@cked them again when they were already frozen in a refrigerator, but that was for a rainy day. I even tried to f@ck a bream once but its mouth was too small. I f@cked a chub once, but still, the carps were the best for me, and whenever my father asked me what he should aim to catch tomorrow, I convinced him to get carps, allegedly because their meat tastes very good.

Here's what happened next. My father hadn't been fishing carps for a week. I hadn't been fæcking carps for a week. I was walking in a daze, I really wanted to f@ck a new fish, I thought about catching a carp myself but I was too lazy and furthermore, I hate fishing. My father only brought one small pike over the span of the week, probably because it was late Fall and he said that it wasn't interesting to catch carps at that time or something. I remember him seemingly starting to suspect something about my carp-mania by I was talking my way out as if I just liked the taste of it and that was it.

My father brought home an 8-kilogram catfish. I really wanted to f@ck with a fish and so I started considering that catfish. Why not, its mouth was fine, except for the teeth, but it generally couldn't do anything, only scratch if you strongly press against it, tops. I thought that that would do it. I got my d!ck exposed, jerked it a little and put in the mouth of the catfish still alive, which by the way was in a bowl of water, and started f@cking it. I f@cked it for a little more but after a minute, a terrible thing happened. The catfish squeezed my c0ck and seemingly tried to rip it off, but didn't manage to, it just swiped its teeth against my d!ck really hardly. I pulled it out immediately, it was all scratched badly as f@ck, it was bleeding, I hit the catfish with my leg and it fell in the bowl of water. Blood was streaming from my d!ck. I f@cking bandaged it, put spirit on it. Then I wiped the blood off from the floor. The d!ck was aching really badly. It swelled up, but later it healed up, some scars were left though. It was a good thing that nobody found out that I f@cked fish and had a bandage on my d!ck. So, my d!ck healed up completely after a month. I haven't f@cked anything through the whole winter and then in Spring my father started bringing carps from fishing again, and I started f@cking them again. I f@cked the last carp two days ago. Top of that, boobs and generally girls don't turn me on anymore, but I get hard instantly whenever I see a carp's face. My d!ck got completely smelled up by the fish to the point it's impossible to wash it off. So what, am I some kind of a fish-phile? Am I even normal?d