Gone Fishing

A Little about Arty, Doug, and Tony

Arty and Doug are long-time friends. They grew up in a small town about an hour north of The Twin Cities with a population of about seven or eight hundred people. There was a swift-current river that wandered through the middle of the town splitting it in half as it meandered south to meet up with the great Mississippi. Since boyhood, the two men have had a great love of fishing and spending as much time on the lake or by the river doing just that. Their fathers were competing tradesmen for years but when Arty's father died early, merely 47 years old, he approached Doug to see if they couldn't work together somehow. Doug's father took a couple years to convince but eventually, it became Millside Plumbing and Electric. Of course "Plumbing" had to come first in the new name to please Doug senior, even though Arty's Electrical initially brought in more business.

Neither man knew the other on a personal level too much. Oddly, they had never discussed family, their marriages, or any other topic that might have opened that door to anything too personal. They were both avid sportsmen and that's all that really mattered to them. Their friendship was a way to the family behind, at least for a few hours. Doug often bragged about his star athlete son, Colin, who was now the assistant coach at Millside High School. Arty's sons were younger. Though they were both quite athletic, they never played sports in school because they had been working for their Grandfather since they were about ten years old. The biggest things that brought the two men together were business, of course, and fishing. Their love of fishing always took first place.

Tony Nicastro was also a fisherman. You could find him every morning, and many evenings, along the riverbanks catching as many fish as his catch basket would hold. Tony was Gino Gigliotti's cousin, by marriage. You know the guy on the North Side that runs the Trattoria? Tony brought all the fish he caught to Gino's restaurant as his way of contributing to the family. He had emigrated to the US as a child after the war, the first one, that is. It was only after the second war was over that he decided to accept the invitation of Viggo Nicastro, Gino's father-in-law, to join the family up in Millside Falls. His English was spotty and with all the prejudice against Italians during the war, Tony mostly stayed out of the public eye. He grew up on a farm in Italy and tended Gino's "kitchen" garden for the restaurant and the family. He also worked hard to keep Viggo out of Gino's hair.

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Saturday morning, east of town, late July, around 5:30 am

It was along the riverbanks, early one Saturday morning, that Arty came across Tony fishing. He had seen Tony around but didn't really know who he was, except that he was one of the North Side Italian Catholic families. Tony was fishing at a bend in the river that Arty knew the fish loved. It was always a good spot for him. Arty quietly sauntered closer to Tony, wanting to see if he minded having another fisherman close by.

Tony saw movement over his shoulder and turned to see Arty close by, smiling over at him. Tony grinned back and gave a nod. Arty tried to start up a conversation but with Tony's limited English it didn't go far. He made all kinds of gestures to ask Tony if it was okay for him to fish alongside him. Finally, Tony understood what Arty was asking. He smiled broadly and nodded vigorously, motioning for Arty to put his pole in the water here, which he did. In a short while, once they both relaxed, the two men enjoyed the company, even if it was silent.

Once the sun rose higher in the sky, both men quickly felt the heat building. Tony immediately removed his shirt, tossing it behind him onto a nearby bush. Arty was struck by how dark Tony's skin was and by the broad shoulders and muscular build of his new Italian friend. He, being a pale, sun-starved, Nordic working man, only had a slight tan on his neck and forearms. He decided to give it a go and toss off his shirt as well. The sun would do him good. Tony gave him a nod and a big grin when he caught Arty's shirt flying in the air, resting on an adjacent tree limb. Both men grinned at each other, then broke out laughing. After a moment, Tony put his finger to his lips, indicating "quiet", then waved his hand out over the river. "Non spaventare il pesce." Meaning, "Don't scare the fish." Arty didn't know exactly what all that meant but got the drift and nodded his head, trying to stifle a laugh.

By late morning, both men had caught their fill of fish. Arty started to pack up his gear and get ready to head home. Tony, on the other hand, dropped his loosely tied shorts and strolled nonchalantly into the river. Immediately his movement caught Arty's eye and he watched a naked Tony wade deeper and deeper into the water. He couldn't take his eyes off Tony's waist. There was no tan line demarcating his butt cheeks from his back or thighs. His entire body was a deep olive-skin tan. He had never seen an all-over tan guy like that before.

Tony turned his head, catching Arty's stare, and smiled. Vigorously waving his hand, he signaled Arty to join him. Arty grinned and nodded back. He turned and removed the rest of his clothes, then sauntered over to where Tony stood, thigh-deep in the water.

By the time Arty got out as far as Tony was, he had a big old hardon poking up out of the water. He couldn't help it. Even an old man of fifty still got horny all the time, especially being naked out in the open like this. He made no move to hide it either, but thought, 'Let's see how this goes.'

When he got up close to Tony, Tony turned and smiled at his new friend. When he looked down and saw what Arty was sporting between his legs, he shifted his hips, displaying his own massive boner poking prominently out of the water. He chuckled, and without any hesitation, reached over and grabbed Arty, pulling him closer. By his prick no less.

'Man, it's been a while since someone yanked on my boner like that,' thought Arty. He arched his back enjoying the feel of Tony's hand that had begun stroking him. Then he thought, 'Fuck, why not?!' and Arty reached over and grabbed onto Tony's monster so he could return the favor. Instantly, he got even more aroused by the feel of that huge cock in his hand. It was so rigid, so thick, like a baseball bat. Both men explored the other, enjoying what the other guy was doing to him.

Tony lifted his opposite arm and, with more strength than Arty expected, pushed Arty down into the water. Art looked up innocently wondering what Tony was doing to him. Tony put both his hands on opposite sides of Arty's head then leaned in poking his boner up against Arty's face. Arty got it. He knew what Tony wanted now. He hadn't been in front of another man like this, ready to please him with his mouth, in years, not since his wife was pregnant with their last son. He took a deep breath and opened his mouth as wide as he could and complied. He took in as much of Tony as he could on the first try. He slurped on the nob and went down again slowly stretching his mouth to accommodate the girth of this gargantuan phallus.

Tony let out a deep groan as Arty slowly swallowed up his cock. He let go of Arty's head and let him do whatever he wanted to him, no longer feeling the need to control. It felt so good. Tony cooed, "Sei così buono con me." Meaning, "You are so good to me." Of course, Arty didn't know what they meant but by the sounds of the other noises, Tony was making he was sure he was doing a good job.

Just as Arty was really getting into it, Tony reached down and pulled him to his feet. He leaned in and gave Arty a big sloppy wet kiss. When he pulled away and saw Arty's astonished face, he howled laughing. He quickly submerged himself completely in the water surprising Arty a second time.

Arty kept watching the spot where Tony had disappeared waiting for him to pop up and reveal what was next. Suddenly Tony did burst up out of the water splashing Arty but good. With another burst of laughter, Tony grabbed onto Arty's prick, then squatted down under the water and swallowed his raging hardon. Arty let out a cry as Tony's mouth surrounded his cock with moist heat. He felt it hit the back of Tony's throat, but then… "Oh god..." Arty moaned. His cock broke through that barrier in the back of Tony's mouth and slid deep into his throat. 'Fuck,' Arty moaned, 'No one's ever done that before. Oh god… that feels so good.'

Just as Arty was thinking he could take no more and he'd let go any minute, Tony released him and burst into the air one more time. This time, he didn't hang around. He submerged himself and swam out into the middle of the river where he floated around on his back, letting his log of a cock rest contentedly on his belly. Though Arty was an excellent swimmer, he had always been told not to swim in the middle of the river because the current is constantly shifting. His Dad warned him, "You never know what the current might be like out there." Arty tried to signal to Tony, but Tony wasn't paying any attention. He seemed to be enjoying the freedom of floating along as carefree as could be, his body revealing his pleasure.

Arty swam a few more strokes, then dunked himself into the deep water to cool off. His prick had already relaxed and floated around as he splashed in the water. Tony saw him and waved. Arty smiled and nodded back. Tony lay back again, floating aimlessly. 'Is that it?' thought Arty, 'He's not going to finish me off? Man, that sucks.' He stretched his feet down until he could stand on the river bed. The water was about chest high and he could feel the pull of the current on his feet. He decided he'd had enough. He tried to wave goodbye to Tony but he couldn't get his attention. So he turned around and walked ashore.

When he reached the riverbank, he walked up to where he had disrobed and retrieved his clothes. He swiped his hands down his body to wipe off the water that clung to him. Then he pulled his clothes down from the tree branches, turning toward the river as he did so. He wanted to see where Tony ended up. Tony must have decided his time was up too as he was now only knee-deep in the river and heading to the riverbank, grinning up at Arty the whole time.

"Was good, yes?" asked Tony when he got up to where Arty stood.

Arty chuckled and said, "Yes. Was good." He casually looked down as he pulled his t-shirt back on and chuckled to himself as he caught of glimpse of Tony's naked body. 'Man that cold water doesn't seem to have shrunk that guy's prick up much at all. And if that's not shrunk? It must be huge when he's worked up. Man oh, man…' The vision of that caught Arty's imagination as he pulled up his pants. 'I'd sure like to see that thing when he's excited.'

Nothing more happened that day. Arty shook Tony's hand, said his goodbyes, and got in his truck. He knew the wife would be asking all kinds of questions about why he was fishing for so long. He could hear her now. "There are so many other things to be done around here." He shook his head, thinking, 'That's exactly why I go fishing whenever I can, Honey.'

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Big Fish Lake, northwest of town, Wednesday evening, 8:45 pm

Just a few days after Arty had met Tony along the river, Doug ran into Tony out at Big Lake. This lake was about ten miles south of town and was also the largest lake in the county. It was well stocked with fish and maintained by the Parks and Recreation Board. For quite some time now, the residents had voted that only non-motorized boats could be out on the lake. That suited Doug just fine as that was what he preferred anyway. It added to the quiet serenity of the place.

During the week, Doug often went fishing as it began to get dark. Tonight after supper, he jumped in his truck and drove out to the boat launch parking area on the east side of the lake and slide his boat from the trailer into the lake. That maneuver was always a little precarious by yourself, but he managed it often enough to know what he was doing.

On this particular evening, however, the boat slid off the trailer faster than he expected and splashed down into the lake. It began to float away, leaving a surprised Doug standing by his truck. Just as he was about to jump in after it and grab it before it got too far away from him, he heard splashes. Before he could react a big man had swum over to it and grabbed hold of the side, halting its movement out into the lake. The water wasn't too deep here, so the man walked it back to the shoreline to a frustrated Doug.

When Doug got up close to the guy he grabbed the line of his boat he said, "Thanks, man. You saved me a lot of trouble."

Tony smiled and said, "Pensare nulla di esso." Think nothing of it.

Hearing him speak his native Italian, Doug immediately realized who this guy was. He grinned back at Tony and said, "Grazie!"

Tony, whose grin matched Doug's, responded with a cock of his head, "Prego." Both men laughed.

Doug started to ask Tony if he was going out fishing, then realized he wouldn't understand what he was saying so he spoke slowly, making exaggerated gestures as he did so.

Tony got it right away and nodded his head, "Si. Si."

Doug handed Tony the line and raised a finger signaling, "One moment." He went back and got in his truck so he could park it out of the way of the ramp. He came back with his tackle box and fishing pole, to a smiling Tony. Doug tossed his equipment in the boat, then gestured to Tony to climb in with him.

Tony raised a finger and said, "Un minuto." He hurried over to a pile of rocks about twenty feet away. It was there that he had stashed his pole and catch basket. He slung the basket straps over his shoulder and hurried back to the waiting Doug.

As Doug watched the Italian walk toward him, he was struck by the size of him and the darkness of his skin in the waning sunlight. Tony was wearing loose-fitting drawstring shorts, the ones he always wore when fishing. Doug watched as his barely covered equipment bounced around freely as he walked closer. Tony put his pole and basket in the boat and walked it into the water with Doug. Doug tried to get Tony to climb in first, but Tony seemed reluctant. Unlike Doug, Tony realized that as the larger of the two men, Doug should jump in first to balance the boat, making it safer and easier for Tony to climb in after him. After several rounds of gestures flying back and forth, Doug gave up and climbed in. Tony smiled and vigorously nodded his head. He pushed the boat clear and jumped over the backside into the rear seat. Doug had the oars in their locks ready to go. As soon as Tony was settled he rowed swiftly out to his favorite spot on the lake.

Tony felt like a king being rowed by a servant, at least that was the picture that came into his head. He started laughing for seemingly no reason. Then Doug joined him. Laughing so hard made Doug forget what he was doing. The boat floated round in circles for several minutes before he realized what had happened. That made the two men laugh even harder.

Once he saw what he'd done, it didn't take Doug long to maneuver them over to his favorite inlet. He pulled in the oars and got his pole ready. Tony did the same. They fished for a while in that spot with no luck. Tony stood and motioned for Doug to switch seats with him. Then he took the oars and set them back into the locks. He started making various gestures that Doug finally understood. They were going to start trolling the area, with Tony rowing and Doug fishing. They took turns, swapping places every few minutes. And lo and behold, they started catching fish.

By the time each man caught three or four fish, it was pitch dark. Doug waved his hand and got Tony's attention and gestured that they should head back to the truck. Doug knew the lake well so he wasn't worried about the darkness. Though he had no idea if Tony knew this place and fished here regularly or if this was all new to him. Tony didn't seem phased either so Doug let it go.

Tony smiled and held up a finger, "Un minuto." With that, he peeled off his t-shirt and pulled the cord on his shorts, untying the waistband. Standing fully naked now, Tony gave Doug a grin and a nod and dove off the side of the boat without a splash. He clearly was a terrific swimmer. A minute later he surfaced about ten feet to starboard. Doug chuckled at Tony who grinned like a naughty schoolboy. Doug decided a dip in the lake would feel great right about now, so he followed suit. He threw off his polo shirt, shorts, and boxers and jumped in. He wasn't anywhere near as graceful or agile as Tony as he hit the water hard. He made a huge splash as he torpedoed beneath the lake's surface.

The two men swam around a bit cooling off in the water. Tony loved to simply float on his back, relaxing while cooling off. Doug's lazy breaststroke let him wind down while keeping his head above the water so he could see where he was going. Even though it was dark, his eyes had adjusted enough to see what lay on Tony's belly as he floated. 'Man, is he big!' thought Doug. With that recognition, he immediately got hard. From what he could assume, given his demeanor, Tony was not bashful about showing off his arousal. So he decided he wouldn't be either. He'd play along to see what might happen.

Tony finally rolled over and began an easy breaststroke heading back to the boat. Doug followed suit. Just like before, Doug climbed aboard first and Tony followed. As he pulled himself up over the side of the boat, Tony could see Doug's prick showing off proudly between his legs. He climbed up onto the rear bench and spread his legs wide. He grinned back at Doug as he displayed his own prick equally erect. He began to laugh as the two men took in the sight of each other's arousal.

When Doug saw the size of that erection poking up between Tony's legs, he couldn't stop himself. He leaned forward and crawled over to him until his face was right up close between those massive thighs. He took a deep breath, opened wide and took Tony's cock deep into his mouth, and began pistoning up and down on it, marveling at this rare opportunity.

Tony made all kinds of grunts and groans, occasionally saying unintelligible things in Italian. He began stroking Doug's head as it bounced up and down on him, petting him, and stroking him. Doug for his part made low guttural noises as well, vibrating Tony's cock as he did so. Sucking another horned-up guy always turned him and man oh man tonight he was thoroughly enjoying himself. As he continued to work Tony over, Doug reached between his legs and began slowly stroking his own cock, enhancing his own excitement.

When Tony saw Doug's hand go down there, he reached in and pushed it away. "No. Me," said Tony. Then he pushed Doug's head off him and reached under his arms to lift him up to a kneeling position. Tony slid off the bench and bent over to take Doug in his mouth. He kept sucking vigorously until Doug had to pull him off. He didn't want this to end too quickly. Tony looked up curiously to see what was wrong, Doug grinned and said, "Not too fast." Tony got it and sat back.

There they sat, face to face, pulsing boners between them, grinning unabashedly, almost breathless. Tony pulled Doug's legs apart, lifting him by the knees, and scooted him closer. He wrapped Doug's legs around his chest and pulled him up tight until they sat as close as possible, legs wrapped around each other. He took Doug's arms and placed them high on his shoulders, then did the same to Doug. He stretched his back, sitting tall, thrusting forward so they were cock to cock. Tony shifted his hips, moving slowly up and down so that his cock stroked Doug's cock. Doug moaned his pleasure as he felt the heat pour off of Tony's body. His arms wrapped around those muscular shoulders. His hands swiping up and down the chords of his back. He felt Tony's hands hold his head, then gently rub up and down. He opened his eyes to see the black saucers of Tony's eyes smiling back at him.

With gentle determination, Tony leaned forward till his face was less than an inch away from Doug's. He opened his mouth and kissed Doug's lips, stabbing his tongue through Doug's lips before Doug could slam them shut. Doug didn't know what to do. He'd never kissed a man before. Now there was a hot tongue exploring his mouth, tongue, and lips. He couldn't do anything but submit and allow the exploration. He felt his whole body relax and submit to Tony's aggression.

While they kissed, Tony reached down with one hand, down below Doug's cock, letting his fingers explore and play with his dangling ball sack. He squeezed gently, getting a moan from Doug. He bounced one ball in his palm, then the other, then both. Tony hummed in a low resonant voice, making Doug's lips buzz with the vibrations. Tony's hand kept on exploring, shifting below his balls to his bone-hard taint. Stroking it lightly he could feel the strength of Doug's arousal. He rubbed it firmly making Doug's prick even stiffer. But Tony didn't stop there. His curious fingers continued on till he felt the hard curve of Doug's ass-cheek muscles. Ah… There was his destination. His middle finger pushed through the narrow crevice until at last, he found it. The tight, pink hole most men never allowed someone to touch, never mind explore. But that's what Tony desired tonight, the full and complete examination of Doug's most private place.

Doug shifted from the explored to the explorer. He pushed his tongue around Tony's and through his lips to see what his mouth felt like. What it tasted like. Just as his tongue pushed through, something else pushed into him, down there. Way down there. He grunted as his hole clenched against the invasion. But Tony's finger was insistent and pushed harder through Doug's tight sphincter. No matter how hard Doug tried to expel it, it stayed, wiggling and circling around in there. Finally, he couldn't help it. Involuntarily, his muscles relaxed and Tony went deeper inside him. He couldn't describe what was happening or how it felt but suddenly an electric rush went up his spine and down his legs making him cry out. The sensation came again and again in a relentless pulse. He felt even more helpless and out of control. He didn't know what to do to get it out. Not even sure he wanted to. Then before he knew it, he was bouncing up and down, almost like he was riding it. 'What is he doing to me?' Doug's mind whirled. 'Who knows? But fuck it feels so damn good.'

There was a sudden sharp pain like his hole was being stretched even wider. It hurt like hell but he couldn't stop bouncing around. Whatever Tony had done, it felt like his finger got so much bigger than before. But man oh man did his pleasure shoot right up there, reach a new height.

Tony pulled back from Doug's kisses, and whispered, "I want."

It was English. Doug thought, 'He wants what?'

As soon as Tony said that, his finger pushed in and wiggled around inside. Then he took Doug's hand and wrapped it around his massive cock already dripping with its juices. Tony repeated, "I want. Capisci?" Do you understand?

Doug froze. Tony pulled his fingers out and slid both his hands underneath Doug's ass, each palm holding an entire asscheek. He straightened out his legs and pulled Doug up onto his lap. Then lifted his knees, locking Doug in place against his chest. He began kissing him once more. Doug got this part. He knew how to kiss and was pretty good at it, or so said every gal he ever dated.

But as the kissing got more heated, there was Tony's hand again, behind Doug, down between his butt cheeks, touching, stroking, separately those cheeks wide and rubbing his entrance. Doug could feel air blowing on his hole making him twitch. Then the finger was back, this time rubbing up and down his hole and all around it. Tony pulled back from his kiss, slopped his fingers good and wet then back to kissing.

The wet finger found Doug's hole again and boy oh boy it sure felt better this time as Tony continued to rub all around. But then, there was another new sensation. Something Doug couldn't figure out. 'What's he doing to me now?' he wondered. Something hot and wet pressed up against him. It was too dull a push to be a finger and so much bigger around as well. Whatever it was, it took over where the finger left off. It rubbed and poked, pushing up, harder and harder. Tony's body suddenly got very heated and a sheen of sweat covered his chest and crotch. He wrapped his arms tightly around Doug's waist and pulled him up close. It was almost too much. Doug was having a hard time breathing. He could feel his cock rub up against Tony's belly as Tony shifted around. Doug couldn't catch a breath and started panting furiously.

Tony got Doug exactly where he wanted him. With his powerful arms, he lifted Doug's body higher up his chest until his whole ass was exposed to the air, no longer resting in his lap. Once in that position, he moved one hand down between his legs and took hold of his cock while the other hand rubbed his crack. Tony found it. Doug's hole. His destination. He pressed the head of his cock up against it and returned his other hand to Doug's waist. With both arms firmly around him, Tony pushed Doug down while thrusting upward until that massive cock of his bust right through Doug's clenched asshole, breaking all the natural barriers trying to keep him out.

Doug shouted as Tony burst up inside him. Tony placed a hand over his mouth, saying, "Calmati," "Calm down" and rocked him as he slid further and further up inside him. He pushed him up a bit sliding out only a little. Then let Doug's own weight push his body slowly all the way down onto Tony, splitting him open even further. Doug started to cry. Tears ran down his cheeks. In all the times he'd played around with the other boys as a teenager and, later, the men around town, no one had ever even talked about this kind of thing. It was only about fun. Making each other feel good. Boys exploring each other's bodies. Fondling their hard pricks. Men helping buddies release all their pent-up frustration and horniness. Nothing like this. His body was on fire with the agony of defilement.

Tony knew what he was doing. He began kissing Doug again, as he stayed motionless up inside him, letting his body adjust. He knew Doug simply needed to get used to the feeling of fullness and relaxation. Open himself up. Submit to Tony.

And without even willing it, Doug's body did just that. His muscles relaxed as Tony kissed him more and more frantically, passionately. He could feel something rise in his gut. He didn't know what. But something deep in him loosened, then opened wide. He felt all his weight fall onto Tony's lap. Tony shifted when he felt that, projecting his cock even deeper up Doug's chute. How much more of him is there? Feeling that movement deep inside him, Doug let out a long guttural moan.

That's when everything broke. Doug almost felt like another man altogether. Outside himself. Watching someone else. He started to push his knees down on the boat's floor and fall back as hard as he could onto Tony's cock. The first time he did it, the feeling shocked him. He did it again to see what it was like again. Both times there was something inside him setting off an electric shock.

He began to bounce up and down on the huge thing getting shock after shock from the ride. He began to feel delirious. Almost in a trance. Tony had known that they were both going to get pleasure out of this, however, it had to be at Doug's initiation. Now that he knew that was Doug willingly, and happily riding him, Tony licked his fist and began stroking Doug's dripping prick.

As soon as Tony started that, Doug bounced even faster. He pushed up and down using Tony's shoulders to keep his balance. But Tony's jacking him off was making him lose all control until finally his cock exploded in an ecstatic orgasm like none he'd ever had. He could feel himself squirting off load after load of semen as his ass clenched Tony even tighter.

Tony for his part, smiled in satisfaction as Doug experienced his first fuck orgasm. He also knew with Doug's ass gripping his cock so tight he couldn't hold off any longer either. Just as Doug was slowing down, Tony pushed his ass up and held it there. Then he pistoned his cock in and out of that hole until he too shot off his load, emptying his balls into Doug's virgin man-hole.

Doug leaned forward and rested his head on Tony's shoulder. Tony wrapped his beefy arm around him, gently stroking his hair and back. Slowly, their breathing normalized. Their chests stuck together from the cum splashed between them. They stayed like that for quite some time. Tony was surprised that his cock didn't deflate and that Doug's ass still managed to hold onto him, deep inside his hole.

Doug pulled back and looked into Tony's glimmering eyes. He smiled, then kissed him gently. He pulled back again and couldn't take his eyes away. "What did you do to me?"

Tony smiled and kissed him back. He pointed from himself to Doug saying, "Sto bene per te." Then pointed from Doug to himself, "e sei Buono per me." I am good for you and you are good for me.

"Yeah, whatever, man. That was fucking incredible!"

Doug shifted his butt all around Tony's lap making Tony laugh. What Doug didn't know is that those moves of his were arousing Tony again. It took only a couple more minutes for him to realize what was happening. Tony was fully hard again and pressing up against his insides once more.

"Oh god..." Doug moaned. "I don't know if I can take another round of this." His cock sure felt otherwise, however. It was rock hard in no time. But Doug knew he didn't have the energy to do all that bouncing around again.

He didn't have to. Tony reached back and grabbed Doug's ankles. He slowly lifted his legs and lifted them up to his shoulders. Doug giggled as his ass was lifted off the boat floor. He had no idea what was coming next. But as soon as Tony got into a kneeling position, lifting him even higher off the floor, Doug felt that bulbous knob pushing against him and he knew what was coming.

Tony held Doug's legs tightly as he shifted forward finding the spot he was looking for. His knob was wet again with its natural lubrication. He jabbed into Doug, and finding little resistance, he shoved his cock all the way in, right up to the hilt. Doug let out a groan. He wiggled around a bit to adjust himself, making the cock inside him feel even more comfortable. Then Tony let loose. He shoved his hips back and forth pounding that hole with abandon, forgetting everything but the intense pleasure shooting through his body as he unabashedly fucked this fisherman.

The second round wasn't as intense, but when Tony pushed that button inside Doug's ass again and again and again, Doug exploded once more, this time splashing all over his own hairy chest. When Tony was finished with him he pulled right out, leaving Doug feeling oddly empty. Both men were limp-dicked and dripping with their own seed. Tony lowered himself onto Doug's chest. He leaned in and kissed him, this time for much longer and definitely with more passion than Dough expected.

When they broke free of each other. Tony made motions to row ashore. Doug shifted places with him, saying, "You're gonna have to row us home. I don't have an ounce of energy left." He adjusted the oars back in their locks and motioned to Tony. He got the message and began the trek back to shore.

When they got to the boat launch area, Tony held onto the boat while Doug backed his truck up to reattach it to the trailer. Once that was done. Doug called Tony over and tried to tell him he could give him a ride home. Tony smiled but shook his head. "I live…" he pointed to his left, "there." Doug followed his hand and saw a group of small houses off in the distance. Doug smiled and nodded. "Ok."

Tony stepped closer and put his hands on the truck's open window sill. "Was good, yes?"

Doug chuckled and nodded. "Was good. Yes!"

Tony reached in and held Doug's forearm with his huge warm hands and whispered, "Do again?" Doug lost his smile and paused. He didn't know what he felt about that. Too much running through his head. Before he could get anything out, Tony tightened his grip making Doug stare over at him. There, with his bright smiling face and gleaming eyes, Tony said, "Fish! Again?" Doug burst out laughing and said, "Yes! Fish again." Pointing his forefinger at the lake he added." Here!"

Tony stepped away and said firmly, "Here. Yes. See you!"

Doug waved as he pulled out of the parking lot. The smile never left his face for the fifteen minutes it took him to drive home. 'What just happened to me?' he kept thinking. 'I can't believe it. Never in a million years…' He started whistling, oddly enough. Then another thought came. 'I can't wait to tell Arty…" He stopped the car. Luckily he was at an intersection. 'I can't tell Arty. How can I tell anyone?!' Then as he pulled out from his stop he cried aloud, "Oh god!'

He finally got home. The only lights on in the house were in his son's bedroom upstairs and in the kitchen. He parked in the garage and got out. He quickly took care of the fish and threw them into the freezer they kept out in there for just that purpose. As he shut off the lights and walked up the steps of the back porch he rubbed his butt cheeks and said to himself, 'Man my butt hurts.' He stopped in his tracks, realizing what he just thought, and began howling laughing as he pulled open the screen door.

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