Gone Fishing

Pat’s Bar, a week later on a Saturday afternoon, 3:45 pm

There were no empty stools along the bar this afternoon. It was a big game between Milwaukee and Chicago. The noise level was high as the men’s loyalties were well divided. Vik kept trying to shush them so he could hear better, but to no avail. This was the second game of a doubleheader so the beers had been flowing for a few hours by now.

Arty and Doug sat just inside the door at the end of the bar. Being friends with Vik and Hugo, the bartenders, and getting there a little earlier than most, sure helped them get good seats. It also gave them first dibs on the food.

Technically speaking, Pat’s doesn’t serve food, but for big games like this, several of the guy’s wives send over huge hot dishes for the men to chow on. They know their husbands. It was much better for the men to eat something hot and filling while drinking than to spend an entire afternoon downing beers on an empty stomach. An array of their specialties was lined up along the bar making it easy for the men to fill up without leaving their drinks or the sound of the radio.

Sitting right in front of Arty, was some sort of concoction made with sausage, broccoli, tons of cheese, and sliced potatoes across the top that got nice and crispy when baked. Whatever is was, it was delicious, a new favorite. He wondered how he could get the recipe for his wife, but no one seemed to know who brought it. By the end of the first game, the baking dish was empty.

Hugo came down to their end of the bar, scooped up the empty dish, and hollered over to Arty, “You men want another round?”

Arty grinned and hollered right back, “You gotta ask?” He laughed at his joke. “Sure we’ll have another round.” He turned to Doug and said, “Won’t we, Dougy?”

‘Dougy’ said nothing, just gave him a huge grin and dramatically nodded his head up and down. Arty slapped him on the back and turned to Hugo and said, “I guess that’s a yes.” Hugo pulled two more drafts and set the glasses down in front of the two friends.

Doug was obviously feeling no pain today. Arty didn’t care. His bud never let his hair down. It was good for him. He’d have to be sure he got home OK, though, and that the wife didn’t get her undies in a bundle over it.

Then, out of the blue, Doug leans against Arty’s shoulder and asks, “Do you ever eat over at that Trattoria on the North Side?”

“You mean Gino’s place?” Arty asked.

“Yeah, that’s the one. Ever eat there?”

Arty turned in his stool to face Doug and responded, “Sure. Me and the missus go there for her birthday or for our anniversary. Stuff like that. Real good food they got there. Why?”

Doug sat up straighter and said, “You ever meet Gino’s cousin? A guy by the name of Tony?”

‘Whoa, where’s this going?’ Doug thought. All of a sudden he felt on his guard. “Yeah, I know who you’re talking about. Kind of a big guy, right?”

“Yeah, yeah. That’s the guy. Did you know he was a fisherman?”

“You mean like, professionally?” Now Arty was even more confused.

“Yeah. Back in Italy.”

“No, I didn’t know that.” Arty wondered if he should admit that he met him this past week, then thought, ‘what the hell?’ “I see him every time I go over there to eat. But you know, this past week was the first time I ever talked to him?”

“You did?” Doug started to laugh, “I didn’t know you speak Italian.” (Pronounced: Eye-tal-eean.)

“How’d you know he doesn’t speak English?” Arty asked.

Doug bragged back, “Cuz I met him this past week too and his English wasn’t so good.”

“Oh yeah? Where’d you meet him?”

“Fishing. Met him out at the lake.”

“Really? I met him fishing on the river last Saturday.” Arty thought this was pretty strange, them both meeting him in the same week, and while fishing too.

“Friendly guy, doncha think?” Doug asked.

“Oh yeah, that he is,” Arty recalled his big mitt pulling and stroking on his boner. “Very friendly.”

Doug reached between his legs to shift his growing dick in his pants. He hadn’t thought this innocent conversation about a hot, friendly, sexy Italian man would rile him up so much and so quickly too. Yeah, right. Who was he kidding? His boner hadn’t gone down since he got home Wednesday night. His ass began to tingle at the thought of what Tony had done to him.

Noticing the pause in the conversation, Arty asked, “Why’d you ask me about Tony?”

Doug perked up, “Oh just cuz I had met him this week, for the first time really, and thought he was a nice guy, friendly, you know? And I wanted to know if you knew him. Or know anything about him.”

Arty nodded, “Ah ok. Well, like I said, I’ve seen him around the restaurant but this week was the first time we introduced ourselves to each other. I can’t really say we hung out because he didn’t really say much. He did wave his hands around a lot, though.”

“Yeah I know,” Doug said, and then added with a smile, “but you know, I understood everything he was trying to tell me. It was weird. But I did.”

Arty smiled, remembering Tony’s why of ‘talking’ too. “I do know what you mean. He did the same to me. When we were heading home he said, ‘Was good’ to me, like he wanted to be sure I knew he had a good time.”

“Yeah, a good time fishing,” Doug purposefully clarified. He needed to say that to himself as well as Arty. Given his own experience with Tony, Doug wondered if there was more to the story of Arty running into Tony by the river like there had been for him. Then suddenly a thought hit him. ‘Oh my god! Did he do that to Arty too?’ Doug took a good look at his friend and thought to himself, ‘I can’t see Arty getting down on that cock of his. Nope. Can’t see it. But before last week, I never thought I could either. Man. I sure want to tell Arty about what happened. But man, I don’t know.’

There was a wail and a howling cheer filling the bar. Both Arty and Doug had missed whatever happened. Doug figured, ‘I better start paying attention again. This other stuff can wait.’

*****

Oliver’s Cabin up north, Sunday morning the following weekend

A few days later, Doug confirmed the arrangements with his brother Oliver, for Arty and himself to head up to Oliver’s cabin for three days. They’d head up early Sunday morning and be back home late Tuesday night. Since Oliver is semi-retired, he usually goes up to the cabin during the week with his buddy, Andreas. That way it’s free for Doug and Arty to use any other time.

So many people, especially those from The Cities, called these getaways, their “cabins”, but there wasn’t anything cabin-like about most of them. Doug loved that Oliver’s place was a real cabin. Small, with only three rooms, made of rough-hewn wood, stained a dark blue. It did have indoor plumbing, but there was a privy around back and an outdoor shower. There was no heating as such, but plenty of firewood if the temperature dropped, which it often did this far north. There was a queen-size bed indoors as well as a large storage closet with at least a dozen sleeping bags, blankets, pillows, and several tents. Those were for the kids when the whole family would go up every summer for their big camping to-do.

After a day of fishing on the lake, Arty and Doug loved cooking on the large stone fire pit, dug into the ground between the cabin and the lakeshore. It was their favorite place to while away an evening enjoying a satisfying meal, several odd beers, and the silence of the woods surrounding them.

But this particular night, Doug was antsy to talk more about meeting up with Tony last week and what happened out there on the lake. He sure didn’t know how to start that kind of a conversation. But after several beers, probably a couple past his usual limit, he knew he had to start.

“You know the other day when we were watching the game,” Doug started, “and uh… we got talking about the guy, you know… Gino’s cousin?”

Arty perked up, “Oh, you mean Tony? Sure I remember. What about him?”

Doug squirmed a bit but barreled on. “Did anything else happen?” When Arty looked confused, Doug tried to clarify. “You know, besides fishing?”

Arty didn’t want to commit, so he innocently asked, “Like what?”

Doug sighed and came out with, “You know, guys stuff?”

Arty still playing the innocent, “What kind of ‘guy stuff’?”

Doug decided he tell a bit of his story, not all of it just yet, but a little, feel Arty out first doncha know. “I went fishing at night, you know like I sometimes like to?”

“Sure.”

“Since I had my boat and he didn’t, I invited him to come out in my boat and fish with me.”

“Nice.”

“Yeah, I figured, why not?” Doug went on. “It got dark pretty quick, you know, like it does.”

“Uh huh.” Arty was trying not to get too impatient with Doug’s long-winded story so he diverted his brain and sipped more beer.

“Well, you know, being ‘Eye-tal-eean’ and all that, once it got dark Tony got naked and jumped in the lake for a swim.” Doug took a long gulp of his beer and watched to see what Arty’s reaction would be.

Arty smiled, a little relieved himself, and said, “Oh sure. He did that when we were fishing by the river too. Right in the middle of the day too. Pulled off all his clothes and jumped right in the water. It was pretty humid that day, I’ll give him that much. A good swim felt real good.”

“Ah, so you went skinny dipping too, huh?” Doug felt a little relief.

“Sure why not? It was great.” Arty smiled thinking about it. Then he asked, “So did you go swimming the other night too?”

“Yep.”

“Nekkid?” Arty teased.

Doug hunched his shoulders and said, “Sure. Like you said, why not?”

Feeling bolder, Arty asked, “So what did you want to know about Tony? Besides that, he likes to go skinny dipping?”

“Well, you know…” Doug was feeling embarrassed again, glad they were sitting in the dark, only lit by the fire. “I wondered if he really knew how to swim. You know? It seems he likes to float on his back more.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. He dove right into the river, then floated around letting the current move him around. I was afraid he’d get too far out there and get taken away with the current, but he didn’t.” The vision of Tony on his back with the fat monster dick laying across his belly made Arty get a little aroused down there, making his pants tighten up.

“Yeah he floated around a while in the lake but then he started to get ornery, you know? Splashing me and diving down and grabbing me and stuff.” Doug chuckled at the thought. “Made me laugh. Felt like I was a kid again. It was fun.”

“That’s ok in the lake. But me? I don’t like being in the river too much. Once I knew he wasn’t going to float away, I got out.” Arty smiled at the sight of Tony stepping out of the water after him with that monster cock of his flapping back and forth as he walked.

“So you got a good look at him did you?” blurted Doug.

Arty laughed. He decided to go with it and not pretend anymore. “You mean the gargantuan prick he’s got dangling down there? Oh yeah, I got a good look at it.” Arty chuckled. “And that Tony knows all too well how impressive his meat is, doncha know.”

Doug felt some relief and laughed along with Arty. “I think he wanted to see how I measure up, you know?” Arty was a little taken back by that admission and decided to wait and see if Doug added any more to that part of the story. After another sip of beer, Doug went right on. “Yep. He dove under and swam real close to me, surprised the hell out of me. He reached down under the water and started pulling on my you-know-what,” Doug said with his eyes going down to his crotch and up and back a couple of times. Arty laughed. “Sure was a shock I tell you. That a guy like him…”

“That he’d grab onto you curious to know about how you measured up?” Arty teased.

“Me? Competition for him?” Doug barked a laugh, “Not even close! You’ve seen me naked. You know I’m fine down there, but not in Tony’s league. Not by a long shot.”

Arty was laughing so hard now, he could hardly breathe. However, he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to tease Doug some more. “Well I’ve never seen you excited, you know. It’s not the same walking around without your clothes. So I wouldn’t really know. I mean if you saw Tony at his best like I did, you’d have to be a whole lot bigger than me to beat him.”

“Oh yeah, I saw it at his full magnificence. Or I should say, I felt it.”

“You did?” exclaimed Arty.

Doug tried to pull back from what he said by adding, “Well you know he was close up to me when he grabbed me and I felt him rub up against me.”

Arty was curious. “Did you touch it?”

“Uh huh.” Doug shyly admitted.

“Get your hand around it?”

Doug nodded. He couldn’t help grinning as he started to feel his pants tighten up big time as he remembered touching Tony’s dick and getting a hold of it with his mitt.

“It was big wasn’t it?” Arty wanted to know.

Doug had to tell his buddy more. “You wouldn’t believe it. It was so huge, man. I couldn’t get my fist around it. And when I tried to pull away, he held my hand down there and made me stroke him some more.” With his eyes bugged out of his head, Doug said, “Then it got even bigger!”

“He doesn’t have any inhibitions does he?”

Doug shook his head vigorously. “Not that Tony.”

Arty smiled and added, “I have to admit, I played with it too. It was fun. I haven’t done that in a long time. He even returned the favor and got me all worked up too. But then for some reason he stopped. I was all set to keep going, to be honest, but he let go and put his clothes on. Then left. I was pretty disappointed.” Arty’s smile was gone.

“Well he let go of me too,” Doug said, but then went on, “until we got back into the boat that is.”

“Yeah, what did he do then?”

“Well let’s just say that he started up again and kept going til we were both done.” Doug was relieved to get that out. He figured Arty didn’t need to know any more details than that. Not yet anyway. Doug was never a kiss-and-tell kinda guy. Then his thoughts went to Tony’s mouth and lips. ‘Oh yeah, and man can that Tony kiss?!’ He was really going to get worked up now if let that thought linger for too long.

Arty couldn’t stand it anymore. He had to admit, “Shit, man, now you got me all worked up.”

Arty reached down and fiddled with himself, rearranging things until he got a bit more comfortable. As he did so, it was very obvious to Doug just how worked up his buddy got. Doug had to do the same. Now both men sat with obvious boners sticking out against their shorts. Doug started stroking himself, which only brought more tension between Arty’s legs.

After a couple more moments of this, Arty couldn’t stand it any longer and said, “I don’t care what you think, this is all your fault anyway.” He stood up, unzipped his shorts and pulled them and his briefs down to his ankles in one go. His boner popped out and slapped his belly. Arty sat back down and began lovingly caressing himself. “You and all this talk. Look how you make me feel.”

Doug laughed and said, “Well see how I made myself feel.” And with that pulled down his own shorts revealing a similar state.

Silently they watched each other closely as they stroked themselves, acknowledging to each other how turned on they had gotten talking about Tony. It was weird that after knowing each other for so many years, they had never let anything like this happen before. Oh, they may have sported a hardon now and again, but neither ever bared all to the other. Not like this.

It was Doug who moved first. He stood and walked around the fire to sit next to Arty. He reached between his friend's legs to have a feel of him and slid his hand over his rigid prick. Arty stopped stroking himself and moved his hand away, so Doug could get a better grasp of him. Doug stroked him a few times, assessing Arty’s length and girth before he squirmed around in front of him. He stared into his buddy's eyes and slowly got down on his knees between Arty’s open legs. He paused for a beat then dove down on Arty’s prick and swallowed him whole, taking him all the way down to the base.

This wasn’t a first for either man. They had both played around with other boys when they were in their teens and other men, after they got married, from time to time. Nothing regular. No specific buds. Casual. Spontaneous. Actually like this was. But Doug knew this was gonna be different. Once he had his bud’s dick in his mouth, he was sure he’d want more of this. The incident with Tony had encouraged him, and opened him up, figuratively and literally. He didn’t know if it was a good thing or not, but he sure wanted more. As he slurped up and down on Arty’s beautiful cock, he tried not to think of anything else. He gave him his all trying his best to excite his buddy. Given his limited experience. He got more enthusiastic as Arty made his groaning moans of pleasure. Arty stroked Doug’s head as it bounced up and down on his cock. Doug sucked like he never sucked before working to pull out every drop of seed Arty could give him.

Arty was in awe at the skill Doug showed. ‘Who knew?’ he thought. ‘Why has he waited so long to show me how good he is at this?’ He leaned back, stretching his arms behind him, arching his back to give Doug even better access. It had been years since a mouth showed him this kind of attention and for this long a time.

He had an incident happen to him after the birth of his last son when his wife went into some sort of bizarre mood change after giving birth. Her mother came to care for the kids and he slept on the sofa for a couple of months. A guy came up to him at Pat’s one Saturday night and lead him to some weird corner in the back. He was drunk enough that he hardly knew what was happening, but not so drunk that his parts didn’t work. Boy oh boy, did they work! He hadn’t felt so good in so long. He couldn’t believe what he had stored up nor could he believe that this guy swallowed everything that gushed into his mouth.

He felt so guilty after getting home that night that he stopped going to Pat’s for quite some time and never let himself fall prey to that kind of seduction ever again. But this? This was Doug. His business partner and best friend. What happens now?

He couldn’t finish that thought because his orgasm was sneaking upwards, very slowly at first, but definitely rising. He thought he ought to warn Doug, just in case. But he couldn’t cause, boom. There it was. He let out a loud deep cry and huffed and puffed as he released shot after shot after shot down Doug’s waiting throat. Doug hummed loudly grateful to swallow every drop Arty gave him. He slid his tongue up and down that veiny shaft pulling all the juices he could out of Arty’s emptied balls.

When Doug finally pulled off, he sat back on his haunches, staring at the ground. Arty sat up and said, “Sorry, man. I didn’t warn you or anything. It just…”

Doug raise his eyes and gave Arty a small smile and said, “Don’t worry about it.”

They sat like that in silence for a long, unpleasant moment. Neither man was sure what to say next. They were obviously in shock over what had just taken place. Arty’s arousal hadn’t diminished, however. And Doug’s boner poked straight up between his legs as well. He didn’t dare look up at his friend. Not just yet, anyway. Sooner or later he’d find out what Arty’s reaction was.

He could only imagine the worst. Friends no more. The business breaks up. Everybody finds out what happened between the two life-long pals. His Dad. His boys. Doug’s brain kept spiraling down lower and lower to more and more catastrophic thoughts of doom.

Then there was a soft touch. Arty leaned forward and gently stroked the sides of Doug’s head. Doug looked up into Arty’s face and was met with a gentle smile. His face was deep red from all that heart-pounding arousal he just woke up from, but he sure didn’t look angry.

Arty held Doug’s face pulling him up a little. “Where’d you learn how to do that, Dougy?” He chuckled as Doug’s face turned a very uncharacteristic, bright pink. “And why the hell have you waited so long to show me how good you are at it?”

Doug’s jaw dropped at that comment. After a beat, both men started laughing uproariously. Doug was so relieved. Arty even leaned in and put his face right up close to his, staring deeply into his eyes, then placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

Arty pulled away quickly and reached under Doug’s armpits to lift him to a standing position. Though Doug had softened a bit after he took care of Arty, he hadn’t gone completely flaccid. Arty leaned forward and open his mouth to take in his buddy's prick. He laved his tongue all over it and slurped all over his bulbous nob. That did the trick. Doug was rock hard and at attention in no time. Arty began sucking that cock for all he was worth. It didn’t take long at all before Doug howled he was ready. After only a few more up and down thrusts, Doug’s semen came bursting forth splashing into Arty’s mouth Doug felt even more relief as he rewarded his friend with all his own pent-up juices. All he could think was, ‘He’s not mad at me. Arty’s not mad at me.”

*****