Gone Fishing

Heading Home, Monday afternoon

Now that Doug and Arty got through all that, the rest of the weekend went as usual. They got up early. Fished till late morning. Grabbed a bite to eat for lunch. Swam around a while. Listened to a ball game, hassling each other throughout. You see, they’ve never agreed on which team to root for. Then took a good long nap in the shade while the sun blazed. No more talk about Tony. No talk whatsoever about what happened the day before. No more questions to ask or answer. Just two friends enjoying their weekend, the fishing, the beauty of the lake, and the company of a friend.

After three days of fishing, they had their fill of fish and plenty of catch to bring home. The men always froze what they couldn’t eat and brought their ample catch back to their families. Luckily, everyone loved eating fish, especially when the guys grilled out. The smoky charcoal smell always made everything taste better, eh?

On the drive home, Arty started to get antsy. He didn’t want to think about what happened their first evening up north, but try as he might to not think about it, that’s all he could think about. And his privates were sure thinking about it. He was hot as blazes. He kept shifting around trying to get comfortable without having any luck.

Finally, Doug couldn’t stand Arsty’s fidgeting anymore. “Do we need to make a pee stop there Arty?” When their eyes met and Arty looked “found out”, Doug chuckled and teased, “It’s ok. I know you can’t hold it like you used to. There’s a gas station about five miles ahead, that work for you?”

Arty tossed his head back and forth and gave in, “Sure. Let’s do that.” But then he got even more nervous, ‘If he goes in too then I can’t take care of this.’ And then with more concern, he thought, ‘Oh god, he’s going to know as soon as I get out of the truck.’ Arty tried everything he could think of to change the channel running in his head. He started counting backward, doing multiplication tables, and listing off alphabetized names. Nada. Still got that stubborn boner.

Then he switched over to upcoming work assignments. Who was on the docket this week? Where did he need to go? Of all the men, who would be helping him? Whoa! That thought made him even harder. His brain suddenly switched to who on the team might be doing what to whom and for how long and did they like it?

Before he knew it, Doug parked the car beside the service station. He opened his door and said, “You go do your business. I might as well fill-er-up and go after you.”

‘Whew,’ Arty thought. Once he was out he could tell that his predicament was obvious so he took the long way around the truck and hightailed it to the ‘Men’s’ toilet door. He went into the stall, locked the door, and opened his pants. He pulled out his persistent boner and started stroking himself.

It sure felt good but poor Arty was nowhere close to pulling himself off. After a minute or two of reliving Doug’s mouth on his dick and getting awfully close, he heard the door squeak open. Footsteps went straight to the trough-style urinal. A moment later loud gushing sound echoed in the small room.

“So.” It was Doug’s voice. “You had to do big business.” Arty heard Doug laughing at him. “I know you don’t like doing it in the privy, eh?” Doug laughed even harder. He knew many men would rather be out in the woods than in these things. Who knew what you could catch in here?

Arty shook his head and admitted, “Yeah that’s it. You know me, doncha?” He went right along with Doug’s joke. But inside he kept thinking, ‘If Doug only knew...’

The sound of Doug’s voice and laughter made Arty soften up a bit. That got him off the hook. He knew nothing more was going to happen now. So he made the noise of pulling on the roll of paper, then flushed the toilet. He came out and stood next to Doug at the sink. Doug shook his head at Arty. Both men washed their hands saying nothing, though Arty knew Doug had plenty to say sooner or later.

About ten miles from home, Doug started chatting. “This sure was a good weekend, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, it was,” Arty affirmed.

“Weather was terrific. Fish were biting. No clouds for three days. That’s got to be a first.”

Arty nodded in agreement.

Doug looked over at Arty and added, “And it sure started off with a bang, didn’t it?”

Arty’s head shifted swiftly as he looked over at Doug. His eyes were popping. ‘Did he hear all my horny thoughts?’

Doug burst out laughing at the look on his face. “You can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that.”

“Oh I did,” said Arty nonchalantly. “You betcha.” Arty stared blankly out the window.

Doug reached over and grabbed Arty’s hand and shoved it down between his legs. “I haven’t stopped thinking about it since. See what I’ve got going on down there now? I’ve spent most of the last two days like this. How bout you?”

Doug shifted a little to the right and reached over and grab Arty’s crotch. And there it was, Arty’s rock-hard prick tenting his shorts. Doug chuckled. “I thought so.” He rubbed Arty’s crotch some more enjoying the feel of his friend’s boned-up prick. “We need to take care of things before we get home, doncha think?” Arty looked over at Doug. Still kind of in shock at the proposition. Doug waggled his eyebrows, Groucho style, and asked, “Wha-dah-ya-say? How bout it?”

Words didn’t come. Arty hunched his shoulder then nodded his ‘ok’.

When they got into town, Doug drove over to the garage where they keep the two trucks for their business. It was about half-past eight so no one would be around. He parked behind the house that served as their offices. Colin lived upstairs but Doug knew he wouldn’t be home.

They got out of the truck and went into the garage. Arty didn’t turn on the lights because he didn’t want to draw attention to them being there. As soon as Doug closed the door behind him, Arty swung around and went right for Doug’s belt. He unbuckled it quickly, then fiddled with the snap at the waist. Clumsily he unzipped Doug’s shorts and shoved his hand in there working as fast as he could manage. Arty had been thinking about this for three days and couldn’t hold back any longer. He pulled out Doug’s stiffy and got right down on his knees. With a quick lookup at Doug’s smiling face, Arty took Doug in his mouth. He gave a sigh of relief like a man who hadn’t eaten in three days. He knew now that his friend wanted it as much as he did. He moaned in horny ecstasy as he slurped up and down the cock he dreamt of for three nights.

Doug let out a satisfied sigh as he felt the warmth of Arty’s mouth surround his cock. He widened his stance allowing his shorts to fall only to his ankles. He knew this wouldn’t take too long. He was so frigging horny and had been all weekend. ‘Man Arty is sure good at this,’ he thought to himself. Then aloud he whispered in a low husky voice, “Oh yeah. Just like that, arty.” Tonight Doug needed quick relief and man was he getting it. Almost there, Doug whispered, “It’s coming up, there Arty. You ready?”

There was an almost unnoticeable nod as Art continued trying to increase the intensity of his mouth and tongue. And yes! There it was. That tangy juice squirting into his mouth. He swallowed it down and took more, then more. Doug’s legs were wobbling a bit as he unloaded. He bent his knees for better balance and held onto Art’s head to steady himself. It was like lightning bolts shooting right out his prick, up to his chest, and down his legs. This was like nothing he’d ever experienced before. This wasn’t the time to figure or why. ‘Shut the heck up and enjoy it!’ he said to himself. As the last bits dribbled out, Doug gave a huge contented sigh. Arty’s tongue swiped over Doug’s knob to get every last savory drop.

When his dick hit that point of sensitivity Doug couldn’t take any more. He pushed Arty off him and scooted back a couple of steps. Doug took a deep breath and let out a very satisfied sigh as he pulled up his shorts. Before zipping and buckling himself in again though, Doug squatted down on his haunches and pulled Arty’s prick into his mouth. Arty was prepared. He had opened up his shorts while he sucked on Doug’s prick. Now he was going to get the relief he’s needed ever since they left the lake. He relaxed as Doug slurped on his cock, sucking the nob and running his tongue up and down the bulbous vein, balls to tip. “Man you make me feel good, buddy.” Arty stood with his hands on his hips making all kinds of unintelligible noises.

But Arty, like Doug, couldn’t last too long either. Having had a rabid boner for the last two hours and after stroking himself as he sucked Doug’s prick, he was ready to explode. All along the way home, all Arty could think about was Doug’s hot mouth and that tongue that slid up and down his cock as Doug sucked him. Now here they were. Doug on his knees working him over. Arty with his pulsing erection down his buddy’s throat loved every minute of the attention he imagined thought he’d get. Though he tried to hold off just a little bit longer, Arty wanted, no needed, to explode releasing everything he’d built up inside him. And he did. Doug kept gobbling it down, gulping all he could. Making satisfying noises as he swallowed. Doug couldn’t believe Arty had so much in those balls of his. ‘And at our age,’ he thought. Some little bit did escape and dribble down his chin but he knew he'd get to that in a minute. He had to be sure he got everything before he pulled off.

Arty’s cock popped out of his mouth much too soon. Doug didn’t want to let it go just yet, but Arty jumped back a step or two pulling himself free. He meekly explained as he pulled up his briefs and tried to rearrange himself in there. “Sorry pal. I get too sensitive when I’m this horny. I can’t be touched anywhere after I cum like that.”

Doug smiled and stood. He grabbed Arty’s shoulder and said, “It’s cool man. I got plenty.” Then he bent and adjusted his clothes as well. As he zipped up he made a point to add, “There’ll be plenty more times when I can take my time on it.”

Arty grinned shyly as he said, “I hope so.”

“Quick and dirty, slow and easy, any way you want it. Any time you need it. It’s just between us,” Doug said with confidence.

That grin didn’t leave Arty’s face. “Same here, man.”

They left the garage and walked back to where the truck was parked. What they didn’t see was the curtain in the window above shift. There stood Colin, Doug’s son, watching them get in the truck and drive away. Doug pulled away from the window and wondered, ‘What’re Dad and Arty doing out in the garage this late? And with no lights on?’

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