Gone Fishing

Arty and Doug Give Tony a Ride to Work

Mill Street, Thursday afternoon, 4:00 pm

Millside Plumbing & Electric had been hired by the Lundquist brothers to do some work on several rental properties they owned on the northwest side of town. Most people didn’t bother going anywhere near this particular neighborhood as it was where those people lived. Meaning those families who had all kinds of issues and who barely scraped by. The condition of these properties was disgusting as far as Arty was concerned. He believed the Lundquist brothers were crooks and were making money off the poverty of others. He wanted to double their fees just to spite them. Of course, he couldn’t but it made him feel better complaining to Doug.

There had been a fire in one of these homes that left the family at the mercy of the charity of others. Faulty wiring was the cause. To make matters worse, the fire crews had a difficult time taming the blaze as the water pressure in the hydrant was significantly low. The fire marshal ordered an inspection and asked Doug to take care of that. Bruno Lundquist had called Arty asking him to inspect the other houses for any other possible electrical issues. Doug and Arty were over there now to inspect the work their crews had done earlier in the week. Both wanted to be sure no one could find fault with their guys’ work.

After satisfying themselves that the crew had done well, Arty picked up Doug and they headed back to the shop to do the paperwork. As they crossed the railroad tracks heading over to La Via Giglio, one of the streets where most of the Italians lived, Doug saw Tony Nicastro walking along the road on the grass.

“Hey Arty, slow down,” Doug called out. “There’s Tony. Let’s see if he needs a ride.”

Arty saw Tony right away. It was hard to miss him as he casually strolled in the grass alongside the street. He pulled over and peeped his horn to get Tony’s attention. The car horn startled Tony whose head was obviously somewhere else. When Tony saw Doug hanging out the window waving at him, he gave them a huge smile and walked up to Doug’s window.

He bent down and leaned in the car window seeing both Arty and Doug inside. He greeted them in Italian,“Buon pomeriggio amici miei!” Then attempted it in English. “Nice day, my friends!”

Arty leaned across the seat and said, “It’s good to see you, Tony?”

“Yeah,” said Doug, “How are you?”

“Bene. Bene,” Tony replied as he rubbed Doug’s arm affectionately. Then he scrunched up his face and made an exaggerated frown. “Work too hard.”

His melodramatic expression made Arty and Doug laugh. Doug put his hand over Tony’s and asked, “Want to come fishing?”

Tony’s eyes lit up. “Sure!”

Arty jumped in and explained. “We’re finished for the day and we were thinking of going down along the river where we met up the other week. How’s that?”

Doug laughed at Tony’s confused face. He turned to Arty and said, “You talk too fast man. He can’t understand you when you talk like that.” Doug turned back to Tony and said slowly, “Come, fish with us? Yes?”

Tony grinned and nodded. “Yes. I come.”

Doug motioned for Tony to back up as he opened the truck door. To their right was the railroad bridge crossing to the other side of town. He turned and pointed to the river. “Fish in river?” Tony gave another nod. Then Doug pointed upstream, west of the town. “We go up there?”

Tony smiled and looked in the truck window at Arty. “Fish where we go, eh?”

Arty smiled and said, “Yes.”

Tony stood and looked at his watch then thought a moment. “Eh… Dopo Cena?” He rubbed his belly. Then looked up at the sky and made a gesture like he was pulling down a shade.

“You can go after supper?” Doug asked, wondering if he figured that all outright.

Tony gave him a big grin and patted his arm. “Yes. Eh… This evening.”

Doug waved his arm illustrating what he was saying as he talked and said, “We… all… go, after supper… over there on the river.”

“Yes,” Tony held Doug’s arm, squeezing his bicep with his huge mitt.

Doug put his hand over Tony’s and said, “Good!”

Arty hollered out the window, “Ask him if he needs a ride now.”

“Where you go now?” Doug asked.

Tony understood and said, “Gino’s. I help.” Gino Gigliotti was Tony’s cousin. He owns an Italian restaurant in town. Tony did various jobs for the family including odd jobs for Gino.

Doug pointed to the truck and said, “We drive you to Gino’s, yes?”

Tony hunched his shoulders and waved his hands like he was pushing them away. Doug smiled. He recognized the gesture. He had learned that when you offer an Italian something, they will never say yes right off. It is impolite. So you go back and forth a few times until they finally say yes.

After several gestures back and forth, “Come.” “No.” “Yes.” “I cannot.” “You must.” Not good.” “We take you.” “No trouble?” “No trouble.” “S’ok?” “Yes. Ok.” “Ok. I go too.” “Very good. Let’s go.” With that, Doug opened the door for Tony waving him into the truck.

Arty had to compose himself after laughing so hard at the display Doug and Tony made of offering Tony a ride. Tony scooted over close to Arty and patted Arty’s thigh as he said, “Ciao.”

Arty patted Tony’s shoulder and returned the greeting similarly, “Ciao.”

Doug climbed in next to Tony and slammed the door shut a little too hard, making his body press up tightly to Tony’s. Tony didn’t mind he put his hand down on Doug’s thigh and rubbed it gently as he smiled back at Doug. Tony wore light muslin off-white slacks with a loosely fitting shirt made of the same material. It was open halfway down his chest, revealing tuffs of dark hair peeking through the opening. His musky scent filled the space, not unpleasantly, just a bit stronger than either Arty or Doug was used to.

Tony smiled into Doug’s eyes and began to rub Doug’s leg, running his very warm, moist palm up and down Doug’s jeans. He knew full well what was happening down there between Doug’s legs, and was not embarrassed by it at all. What Doug didn’t know was that Tony was doing the same thing to Arty on his other side. Arty’s legs were already spread wide because of how he sat managing the gas and the clutch. Since Arty was driving, Tony figured Arty wouldn’t do anything to stop his curious hands. So he became more emboldened and put his hand right down between Arty’s legs wrapping his palm around the expanding mound down there.

When they came to the stop sign on North Central Street, Arty had to shift gears. He looked both ways and turned down the street heading toward Commercial Street where the restaurant was. He let his hand rest on the gearshift as he accelerated. Then shifted into second, now third. And with that, he was up to speed. Since Tony had been exploring his crotch for the last couple of blocks Arty decided to be a bit daring himself. He let his hand slide off the gearshift and right between Tony’s legs.

Of course, the gesture didn’t bother Tony in the least. It was clear by what Arty felt down there that Tony was already enjoying himself. Tony clamped his legs closed, trapping Arty’s hand under his balls. Then he rotated his hips gently back and forth rubbing himself against Arty’s hand. The fullness of his Italian sausage pressed sharply against Arty’s hand growing even more as Tony gyrated.

Doug felt the odd movement in the seat and turned his head to see what was going on. Just as he did, they came to the next corner and the stop sign. Arty’s hand flew out from between Tony’s legs to grab the stick so he could downshift to a stop. Tony opened his legs wide again releasing his cock from its confinement. Doug gasped as it flipped up inside his trousers and lay across his left thigh, almost to the very edge of his leg. It had been dark out the last time he was with Tony so he never got to see that thing up close. But there it lay, in all its magnificent and glorious masculinity.

Seeing that, Doug whispered hoarsely, “Fuck.”. Once he realized he’d said it out loud, he quickly looked up at Tony’s face to see if he heard him. Tony’s smile spread across his dimpled face. Doug felt Tony’s hand press against his crotch in obvious appreciation of what he’s caused to happen to Doug down there. It was clear Tony loved being so outrageously provocative. And he also knew only too well that each of these men quietly enjoyed his playfulness.

Arty turned onto Commercial Street and swung into Gino’s Trattoria parking lot. Tony motioned for him to drive around the back to the delivery side of things by the back kitchen door. As Arty slowed to a stop Tony waved him down further, right up to the riverbank. And there they sat, three-horned up men, with boners dripping pre-cum. Each had a fairly large wet spot growing on their pants. What’s a fella to do?

Tony leaned forward and waved his hand toward the back of the restaurant. The restaurant proper was at street level but as you could see from the parking lot, there was a slow descent down toward the river. The dining room opened out onto a large patio the full width of the building, overlooking the river. It was a gorgeous setting in the summer, and also doubled the size of the dining room. From the parking lot side, you could see the patio high above the slope. The side and back of the patio was was trimmed, top to bottom, with beautiful, flower and vine-covered lattice-work, adding to the beauty of the building itself. What most customers wouldn’t know is that underneath the patio they stored tables and chairs for the winter and various other supplies and equipment. It was there that Tony pointed.

“Come, come,” Tony said as he pushed Doug to open his door. Doug got out and waited for Tony to show them the way. Doug chuckled at what he saw protruding from Tony’s pants as he stood. ‘Can’t hide that thing,’ Doug chuckled to himself. As Tony rounded the hood of the truck, Arty gasped at that same sight. Those beige muslin pants sure didn’t hide a thing. There was Tony’s boner sticking straight up and out as he lead the way to the concealed door in the lattice work. He pushed it open and waved the other men in. He turned back to and latched it from the inside. Doug smiled at that thinking, ‘Ah so this is Tony’s hideaway.’

Before he even turned around, Tony flipped his shirt over his head and pulled the cord on his pants dropping them to the ground. He stepped out of them and turned to proudly face his new friends naked as a jaybird. Arty wasted no time taking his clothes off. Instead, he went straight for Tony's cock. He got down on his knees and took Tony right in his mouth, giving that cock its first round of saliva. Then he pulled up and licked it all over, savoring its taste and loving the veiny texture. He took a nose dive down again and held himself there for as long as he could working his throat muscles around Tony’s mushroom nob. Then he laved his tongue up and down the shaft getting a soft moaning sound from Tony.

In the meantime, Doug hustled out of his clothes and set them on a stack of chairs set up against the lattice. He sidled up against Tony who immediately wrapped his arm around Doug pulling him up tight against his body. He leaned over and gently placed his lips against Doug’s. He swiped his tongue across Doug’s lips and all around his mouth. Doug moaned. He loved a good kisser and could keep it going all night. Tony was so damn sensuous. ‘He needs to give women lessons on how to kiss,’ he thought to himself. ‘My wife never kisses me like this.’

Then Tony’s tongue pressed firmly against Doug’s closed mouth, demanding entrance. Willingly and happily Doug opened up to him and Tony took him. Doug never felt so possessed by a kiss before, but here it was happening. Tony was definitely taking control of him now. After several long minutes, Tony pulled away from both men and motioned for Arty to sit over on a stool up against the back wall. When Arty took his place, he signaled Doug to go over to him. “Take him,” Tony whispered.

Doug figured he wanted to watch Doug service his friend so he stepped over to Arty and gave him a huge grin. Arty unzipped his pants and dropped them down to his ankles. Then he opened his legs wide in anticipation of what was coming next. The stool was high enough that Doug didn’t need to get down on his knees on the packed dirt floor. He bent at the waist and took up his position as Arty’s favorite cocksucker. Arty moaned as his horned-up boner finally got some much-needed attention.

While Doug and Arty were carrying on over there against the wall, Tony quietly stepped over to a small waist-high cupboard and opened the top drawer. Inside was a small jar of Vaseline. He reached in and pulled it out, closing the drawer softly afterward. He walked up to Arty who had a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. He was happy as a clam getting all the attention he needed from his cocksucker buddy, Doug. He saw Tony approach them and gave him a big smile. Tony walked over to him and gave him a kiss, long, passionate, and deep. When he pulled away Arty gasped. They had never kissed when they met up before down by the river. And Arty wasn’t prepared for that kind of kiss. Tony smiled back when he saw Arty’s reaction knowing what he did to him.

Tony sidled away and stood behind Doug’s bent body. He ran his hands over Doug’s shoulders, over his back, up and down his spine, and finally, to his desired target, his buttocks. He didn’t want to go there first and scare Doug. But ever since getting in that truck with these two men, all Tony could think about was opening Doug up again. Spreading wide those cheeks and climbing inside.

Tony started his ministrations by sweeping his tongue lightly up and down the narrow crevice between Doug’s cheeks. Doug clenched briefly at the surprise but then widened his stance opening up as best he could while he stayed focused on pleasuring Arty’s gorgeous phallus. Tony got that crevice good and wet, spitting in the crack, letting his saliva dribble down inside it. Then he stood and leaned up against Doug’s backside. He pressed his massive prick up into that crack making it open more and more as Tony’s cock pushed up against Doug as far as he could. Then Tony slide it the other way, up and down, letting Doug’s crack caress Tony’s cock. Tony used that saliva to lubricate his movements making both of them get hotter and hotter by the minute.

While continuing to enjoy the feel of Doug’s buttocks, Tony reached for the Vaseline and took out a wad. As his cock got to the top of Doug’s butt, he rubbed a wad of grease over his nob and then slide it back down. This time he took it in his hand and aimed it toward Doug’s entrance pushing up against it, lubing all around it as he did so. He repeated this gesture several more times. And each time he did so, he pushed a little harder letting Doug know what was coming.

Doug began to whimper as Tony leaned forward and wrapped his huge muscled arms around his waist, holding him tight. Doug knew what was going to happen but still couldn’t quite believe it was going to. And this time, right here in front of Arty. What the hell would Arty think of him now? He was letting Tony… He couldn’t even say the words in his own mind. But he also couldn’t deny what it was like to be so controlled and possessed by another man. He had never known anything like all. And man oh man he sure wanted Tony to do it again.

“Ah...” Doug moaned as Tony popped in. Doug pulled off Arty’s dick and lowered his head as Tony began to take possession of him. He let out another moan, “Ugh” A sound he kept repeating over and over as Tony pushed deeper and deeper into him, filling Doug’s insides with that massive cock of his. When Tony got all the way in, he swung his hips back and forth shifting his cock around inside Doug’s guts making his ass swing from side to side. It was almost like Tony was trying to explore Doug’s innards with the nob of his dick.

Arty was awestruck watching what was going on. At first, he didn’t understand what was happening. ‘Why was Doug making so much noise as he’s sucking on me? He’s never done that before,’ Arty thought. He couldn’t figure it out, at least not while Tony was still pushing into Doug. But once Tony got all the way in there, it was hard not to know what he was doing. Arty’s own ass clenched thinking about something going in there. He couldn’t understand why someone would want to do that never mind let a guy do it to you. His cock softened a bit as these thoughts crowded past his horny ecstasy. But in another moment, there was Doug’s mouth again, going to town sucking on his prick. And all those thoughts vanished. Now he was the one moaning. He couldn’t help it. He was getting off on the feeling growing again down below as well as the excitement of watching what Tony was doing to his buddy. ‘I never thought in my life that I could enjoy watching something like that. But man oh man Tony is one hot fucker,’ Arty said to himself.

And just as that thought was finishing up in his brain, Doug started making weird noises. Arty looked up at Tony whose eyes were closed. His face was glorious to behold gleaming in his own ecstatic pleasure. Then Arty was right there with him. Arty couldn’t last any longer and gushed a stream of cum right down Doug’s throat. He grabbed the back of Doug’s head so Doug couldn’t pull off until Arty was done emptying his balls into his buddy’s mouth.

Just like the other times, as soon as Arty was done, he was done. Too sensitive for any more play. He backed away from Doug he stayed bent over taking whatever Tony was giving him. So as not to miss out on anything that the other two were doing, Arty got down off the stool and moved it out of the way. He crawled down under Doug and took his buddy’s hard dick in his mouth and began to work it for him. He couldn’t imagine what it must feel like to get this kind of attention, a mouth at this end and Tony’s cock at the other. Well, Doug must have liked it for sure because after only a few slurps up and down on him, Doug was squirting his load of fresh seed into Arty’s ravenous mouth. Arty sucked for all he was worth, swallowing every drop.

And of course, you know what happened next. When a man who is getting fucked cums first, his ass clenches really tightly against the cock in him. And that’s exactly what Doug’s ass did. Tony grunted as he felt the pulsed clenches of Doug's butt tightening around him as Doug emptied into Arty. Now Tony was ready to unload. He’d needed to get this cum out of him all day. He had been beside himself with excitement when these two buddies pulled up on the street next to him. His huge boner was going crazy as soon as he sat down in that truck. This had been his plan along to get these two guys down here and play like they’ve never played never. Doug wasn’t the first man Tony possessed, but it had sure been a long time since he had done it. And Doug? He was so hot. Tony loved everything about this man. Especially how good it felt to be inside him, taking him as his own, filling him up with every bit of seed his balls emptied.

Tony lingered inside Doug for a bit after he was finished. He held Doug tightly against him as he slowly stood, keeping his cock still buried deep in him. Not understanding what was happening, Arty stood there wondering what Tony was going to do next. For the first time in a while, Arty’s prick didn’t deflate after cumming. Standing here with these two guys after each man exploded in orgasm, was probably the most sensual, erotic thing he’d ever done.

Doug’s groan was the first sign of something happening. Tony moved slightly, wiggling his prick inside him. Then Tony’s cock slid out making a popping sound. Doug seemed to melt into the dirt floor. He squatted there in a tight bundle unable to move. Tony walked over to Arty while holding still his cock pointing up at him. Arty couldn’t believe it. The thing was still hard. Tony smiled and reached over to Arty’s neck and pulled him over and down. He guided Arty’s head to his cock, still wet and dripping with cum. He rubbed it against Arty’s lips, begging him to open up. Slowly, Arty licked the tip, then slathered the side of Tony’s rod. Then he ran his tongue over the entire thing, savoring the sweet creamy taste, so different from his own or from Doug’s. He cleaned every bit of juice off Tony then stood up and grinned at him.

Spent and exhausted Doug stood and grinned shyly at his friends. Tony pulled him into a tight hug, then invited Arty to join them. Tony kissed them both lovingly, longingly. Doug smile and wondered, ‘He can’t want more now, can he?’

Arty was the first to break away and said, “I need to get home guys.” He walked over to his pile of clothes and started getting dressed. Doug did the same.

Tony stood by the doorway, still naked, smiling at his friends. “Grazie amici.” He gave each man a final kiss and opened the door. He peered outside to see if anyone was around. He figured there wouldn’t be but wanted to be sure. Doug and Arty passed by him as he stood in the doorway, still naked, waving at them, “Ciao!”

Doug and Arty climbed in the truck and waved at their friend. Arty turned the truck around and headed to the other side of the river and their shop. Neither said a thing on the way over. Both were still in the throes of an orgasmic high. As Arty pulled into their shop’s garage to park their company vehicle, Doug said with a deep sigh, “I need a stiff drink.”

Arty chuckled. “Me too.” Then he thought, ‘Why not?’ He turned to Doug and asked, “You want to meet up at Pat’s Bar after dinner?”

“I could. I think,” Doug replied nodding his head. “Let me give you a call after I get home just to be sure.”

“Good idea,” Arty said, “who knows what’s going on at home.”

“Right you are.”

They locked up the garage and the shop and headed to their own cars. They jumped in their respective vehicles and headed home. Maybe they’d see each other later.

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