Date: Wed, 19 Mar 2014 11:08:53 -0500
From: Ed Louis <Elouis1915@yahoo.com>
Subject: Weekend Fishing Trip 3

This story is completely fictional.  Any resemblance to any real person (s)
is purely coincidental.  The story contains consensual sexual behavior
between adult men.  It depicts unprotected sex, which I do not endorse for
anyone, even partnered couples.  Safe sex practices are always in order.
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I quickly pulled up my pants and we started back up to the house.  Elliot
was waiting for us in the great room.  "Sorry to interrupt your fun, guys,
but I need both of you to drive their cars back to the house, don't want to
leave them in the parking lot overnight."  "No problem."  i said.  "I just
need to put on a shirt and shoes."  Elliot said I might want to change
shorts, too, citing the huge wet spot on my crotch.  Oops!

After changing, we all hopped in Elliot's van and headed to Osage Beach.
"I am not looking forward to dealing with 5 drunk assholes, especially, uh,
uh?.well, all of them."  Elliot said.  I was thinking to myself, he almost
let it slip out who he was having a suck-off with.  Damn, I wanted to know
who!

Arriving at the bar, I noticed Steve sitting on the hood of his car.  He
saw us, came over, was hopping mad.  "That mother fucking bouncer wouldn't
let us drive home, took our keys."  "I would like to punch his lights out,
but he is a fucking moose, probably would snap my spine if I tried to take
a swing at him."  I told him to calm down, that we would get the keys and I
would drive him back to the house.

Elliot and Patrick went into the bar to get the other guys and the keys.
Soon, we were on the way back.  They were a rowdy group, had way too much
to drink.  At the house all piled out, headed straight to the kitchen for
more beers.  Elliot, the voice of reason, yelled at them.  "You guys need
to knock off the drinking and go to bed, we are getting up early for
fishing again tomorrow."

Matt shouted out that he was going to go swimming.  He began stripping,
leaving a trail of clothes from the kitchen to the patio.  I followed
behind him, picking up the discarded clothing.  As he approached the pool,
he turned around, grabbed his hefty balls, shook them at me, "Hey Greg, I
need my nob polished, come suck my dick!"  He indeed was hard, not very big
in comparison to his balls, however.  He was stroking it.  "Come on, Greg,
you know you want it."  "Hell, I might even suck you off."

I approached him, I guess he thought I was going to get down on my knees
and worship his balls, but instead, I said, "Matt, you are drunk, you need
to cool it."  With that, I pushed his drunk ass in the icy cold pool.  The
shock of the cold water had an amazing affect on him, it was like he was
instantly sober.  He came rushing out of the pool heading straight for me.
I was prepared to kick his ass if he so much as suggested he was going to
hit me.

I assumed my most imposing Taekwondo position, ready for action, his balls
would be my target.  "Don't fuck with me, Matt, I don't want to hurt you,
but I will."  He stopped short of me, looking rather sheepish, "I just want
to apologize, Greg. I am fucking drunk and I need to go to bed."  He stuck
out his hand, which I shook, handed him his clothes and he went to bed.  I
heard cheering and clapping.

Turning around, there were the other guys, some with shocked looks, some
smiling.  Everyone walked over to shake my hand and say good night.  All
but Elliot, Patrick and me went to bed.  "Holy shit!" Elliot said.  "I
didn't know you were into martial arts."  "The look on your face, I thought
you were going to kill him."  I said I wasn't going to kill him, but his
big balls would have been a lot bigger if he had come at me.

Elliot said he was going to bed.  He and I were the only ones who didn't
share a bedroom.  His was a small, closet-like room with a single bed,
probably had been a walk in at one time.  I was glad I had the loft, with a
double bed and open to the great room below.  Patrick and I sat out by the
pool.  He had been pretty quiet up until now.  "I am just blown away, Greg,
you constantly surprise me."

"How so?" I asked.  "I don't know, I guess I never expected to have you do
all the things we have done together, your interest in my wants and needs,
I don't know."  "And you are a warrior!"  "Who would have thought it?"  I
asked him what did he expect when he came up to the loft and climbed in my
bed.  "I guess I was hoping you would be gay and we would be fucking our
brains out; I wasn't thinking clearly?I don't know."  "Why didn't you kick
my ass then?"

"You have said 'I don't know 3 times already." I said.  "Let me explain
something to you."  "First of all, when you came into the bathroom that
first night and tried to grab my dick, I attributed it to you being drunk,
I did not feel threatened, just pissed."  "Tonight with Matt, I felt
threatened and I was about to even the playing field, actually, about to
kick his ass, which I could do easily."  "I am a 3rd degree Black belt and
could have hurt him badly."

"As for the rest of it, when you came to the loft, I was shocked at your
boldness, but still again, not threatened."  "You opened up to me about
many things as we lay there hard dick to hard dick, then you kissed me,
which snapped me back to reality."  "I was confused and maybe even
flattered to some degree, but mostly I was scared of my feelings."

Patrick was listening to me intently.  "So, what made you come to my room,
lay on my bed, hold me?" his voice trailed off.  I told him, "Hearing you
sobbing because of my rejection and the fear of what I would do or say,
well, it touched my heart."  "I don't like to hurt people."  "I like to
think I am a kind, compassionate person."  "All I wanted to do was comfort
you and I did."  "You know the rest?I was and still am in a state of
disbelief about the turn of events, yet I have no regrets."

I looked at my watch, "You had better get to bed, 5am will be here before
you know it."  He said he wasn't going fishing tomorrow.  "Yes, you are, if
you don't, it will look odd and bring attention to us."  I said I needed to
piss and then I was going to bed myself.  We walked down the hallway to the
bathroom.  I heard voices coming from Elliot's room.

Elliot's voice, "Matt, go to bed before someone comes along and hears you
in here."  Matt's voice, "Please, E, let me fuck you or suck my dick, I am
about to bust."  Elliot's voice again, "Listen you asshole, I let you blow
me, now go to bed, jack off if you need to, but get out of here, now."
Patrick and I were standing there in the hallway, about to bust out
laughing, when we heard the door handle rattle.  We jumped in the bathroom
and locked the door.  I grabbed a towel to stifle my laughter, as did
Patrick.

The bathroom door handle rattled.  "Hey, I need to take a shit!"  Matt
called out.  Patrick composed himself enough to answer, "Sorry, Matt, I am
mid shit myself, use another bathroom."  I was literally on the floor
laughing into the towel.  After a few minutes, it was quiet again.  I had
tears running down my face from laughing so hard.  Patrick was on top of me
on the floor, kissing me and grinding his groin into mine.  I wanted to
fuck him so badly, but knew the sounds we would make might be heard.

"Hey, we will find the time and a place tomorrow."  I said, "Paddy, I need
to get up and piss, otherwise we both are going to get wet."  He got up,
both of us stood at the toilet and pissed our hardness away.  I kissed him
good night, then left, "Sleep well." I whispered.  "See you tomorrow."  In
my bed, I was restless, all I could think about was Patrick, his beautiful
blue eyes, his hairy body, everything about him.  I wasn't sure it was
love, but I thought it could be.  What I didn't know, was how were we going
to deal with this situation after the weekend.

Weariness finally took over and I slept.  When I awakened, the house was
quiet, I was alone.  I took my toiletries and towel to the bathroom.  I
desperately needed to shower, I stunk, especially my pits.  Whew, this was
ridiculous.  Plus, I must have had a massive wet dream, there was a ton of
dried cum all over my pubes.  I thought to myself, I should wash linens, my
towel reeked and I am sure there were cum stains all over my sheets.

After a refreshing shower, I gathered all the linens from the bathrooms, my
cum stained sheets and started a load.  Next, to find something for
breakfast.  I took out dry cereal, Lucky Charms!  I smiled because I knew
who had bought these, my secret Irish lover!  Beside the coffee pot were
two mugs, one with hearts, the other with shamrocks.  Cute!

I took my breakfast out to the patio, staying under the covered area, did
not want to get a sunburn.  I loved being alone and naked.  It was
peaceful, quiet, with the distant sound of the motorboats on the lake.  I
sat there thinking about next week and how was I going to keep my affection
for Patrick under wraps.  I could not show favoritism, I had to be
professional, fair to everyone.  Fortunately, only Patrick, Tony and Dan
reported directly to me. The others were in the same division, but reported
to different managers.

I went back into the house to move the linens to the dryer, then went back
outside to enjoy the nice weather and the beautiful view.  I was standing
at the railing around the patio, looking out at the lake, my back to the
house.  "You know, you have a beautiful ass." a voice behind me said.
Startled, I turned, it was Matt.  "Matt, why aren't you fishing and what
the fuck did you mean by that comment?"  He said he wasn't feeling well and
begged off fishing today.  "And I meant what I said, you have a beautiful
ass."  I walked towards the kitchen, not saying anything.

Matt asked if we could talk.  I just stared a hole through him.  "Please,
will you talk to me?"  I didn't move or change my look of contempt.  "What
do you want to talk about, Matt?"  He was fidgeting about, trying to find
the words to say.  "Well?"  I said.  He took a deep breath, "I first of all
want to apologize for my behavior last night."  "Ok, you were drunk, I know
that, anything else?"  He said he thought I was a person he could confide
in and that I could be trusted.  He was being very cryptic and now had my
curiosity peaked.

I sat down on a bar stool and waited.  He said he needed a drink, water,
not alcohol, went to the fridge behind the bar, came back around and stood
at the end of the bar, I guess to be out of reach in case I decided to deck
him, He took a big swig of water then began to talk.  He cupped his hands
under his balls, "These things are a curse, everyone thinks they make me
super stud or something, but the truth is I have no fucking sex life to
speak of."  I asked him what was the point of this conversation, but he
said, "Please let me finish."

"The only sex I have had at home are hand jobs and eating my wife's pussy."
"She won't suck me off, thinks it is disgusting."  "I get hard and I can
penetrate her, but it is not good for her, she never gets off that way."
"Matt why are you telling me this?"  I asked.  "I am trying to explain my
behavior." he answered.  "You were drunk, I understand that."  He said,
"That is not all?ok," pausing to take a drink and a deep breath, "Greg, I
am a fucking closet fag, a queer, a homo, gay!"

I was stunned and couldn't say anything.  I just stared at him with
disbelief.  "Please don't tell anyone, I would die if anyone found out."
"I sometimes sneak around to gay bars and gyms just to find someone to get
with."  "I love sucking dick, I love having my balls and dick sucked, and a
lot guys, who aren't size queens, like when I fuck them because, I have a
tiny dick and it doesn't hurt."  He was on the verge of tears.

I remained quiet.  I knew there had to be more, I was just waiting.
"Something no one knows, my wife, Lori, is leaving me."  "I knew she had
been fucking around for some time now, but I ignored it."  "She is pregnant
and it damned sure ain't mine."  I told him I was sorry to hear that.  "Not
a big deal, she is a total bitch, bitches about my small dick, bitches
about money, everything, you name it."

He said the real thing he wanted to talk about and get my input on was his
feelings for one of our coworkers.  I looked surprised, even though I
already knew it.  "Ok, is it me?"  He laughed and said, "Like I would ever
have a chance with a hunk like you."  Tongue in cheek, I said I was hurt
that it wasn't me, "I thought everyone wanted me!" I said sarcastically.
"Look, all kidding aside, if I thought I had a ghost of a chance to be with
you, I would be all over it, like white on rice."  "But let's get real
here, you are way too classy for me."  "I am just a simple country boy, you
are a big city sophisticate."

"Stop putting yourself down, Matt."  "Sure, you are a country boy, but you
are smart, educated, you have a great job and you are a generally nice
person?when sober."  We both laughed.  "Back to the subject, who is it?"
"I am not sure I should say, but I will say this, we have been screwing
around for years, well not screwing, actually, just oral."  "He is a family
man and there is no way he will ever leave his family for me."  "I don't
think I can continue being only his cocksucker on the side."

"What I want is commitment, someone to come home to each day, to sleep
with, to love and be loved by."  "I want someone who will love my balls,
play with them, suck on them, suck my tiny dick, fuck me, let me fuck him,
all the things that go into a real relationship."  "With this guy, it is
not going to happen and it is killing me, I truly love him."  "Look at me,
I am hard as a rock just thinking about it."

I looked at his crotch and he did have a boner.  "Stand up, Matt, let me
see your dick."  He was totally caught off guard.  "What, why?" he asked.
I said I wanted to see how big his dick really was.  "Push your balls down
away from the cock."  He did as I requested. "Matt, your dick is not that
small, it's thin and maybe a bit short but the balls make it look smaller"

I was on a roll, "How do you fuck, from behind, from the top, missionary
style, how?" He was blushing, "Usually doggie style."  "Did you ever think
of laying on the bed, legs spread apart, balls hanging down between the
legs, cock sticking straight up and have your partner ride your cock?"
"Never thought of that, do you think it will work?"  "It is worth a try."
I answered.  "Now the trick is to find someone to try it with."  he said.

"What about your secret lover, do you think he would try it with you."  I
asked.  "There is no way, our relationship is only oral and lately, not
much of that either."  I suggested he talk to the person, don't beg, just
talk, explain how you feel.  "Maybe he will try it ."  "Have you ever
licked his asshole?"  "No, NO, gross!" he cried out.  "Hey, don't say no
until you have tried it."  "A tongue in the shit hole, you are fucking
kidding me?"  I told him if the hole was douched and clean, it could be a
wonderful thing, a huge turn on.

"Have you done this, Greg?"  I admitted I had.  "Man or woman?"  I said,
"Look it doesn't matter, you just told me you ate your wife's pussy, so
what's the difference?"  "You clean it, don't you?"  I could see the wheels
turning in his head.  "Look, Matt, when Elliot gets back from fishing
today, get him in this shower and wash his ass, then go for it, I bet you
will be fucking him before the night is over."  His mouth was wide open
with surprise.  "How did you know it was Elliot, did he tell you?"  I told
him that he had not.  "I just figured it out from the conversation we had a
few minutes ago." I lied.

He was clearly embarrassed.  "You can't say anything to him about this,
please."  I told him I wouldn't.  "God, I am so horny right now." he said.
"And look at you, you have a boner, too."  I had not realized I had one,
but I was caught.  "Yes, I do, but it will go away when we stop this sex
talk."  "I am getting in the pool."  I ran and did a cannonball into the
cold water.  No more boner!  I had to do it quickly or I may have let my
guard down, sucked his uncut cock or even sat on it to see if my idea was
good for him.

He sat under the patin cover, back to me, but it was obvious he was jacking
off.  All of a sudden he stood up, reached for a napkin to catch his load,
but he was too late.  I watched him as he shot the biggest load I had ever
seen.  It seemed to go on forever.  When it finally subsided, there was a
huge pool of sticky white goo on the patio floor and dripping down the
sides of the bar.  He ran in to the kitchen and came back with a roll of
paper towels.  He got up as much as he could, then took bottled water to
wash away any residual.

After the clean up, he got in the pool with me.  We just stared at each
other, nothing was said for a while.  "I know you were watching me." he
said.  I admitted I was.  "Can I tell you something without you getting
pissed and kicking my ass?"  I said, of course.  "When I was jacking off, I
was fantasizing about fucking you and sucking you."  "Your body is what wet
dreams are made of."  I said, "Thank you, I think."

"You do not know how hot you are, do you, Greg?"  I said I had never
considered myself hot, I knew I was physically fit and reasonably nice
looking, but no, I did not think I was the object of anyone's desire, male
or female.  "Again, thank you for the compliment."  He laughed, "That is
what's so precious about you, Greg, you have all this going on for you and
you are so innocent, you don't know it."

"You know, Matt, I was raised that way, that I was no better than anyone
and no one was better than me, we are all equal."  "I try to treat everyone
the same and with respect."  "I dislike people who think they are God's
gift to the world and we should all bow down to them, a huge turn off for
me."  I went on to say there were senior managers at the company who
treated the underlings like they were crap on their shoes.  "It is not
right and if that is what you have to do to advance up the ladder to senior
management, well, I will never make it."

Matt said, "You realize you are well liked and respected, don't you?"
"There are no other managers on this weekend trip, you are the only one we
asked."  I was blushing a bit at the comment and all I could say was "Thank
you for that."  "Seriously, it is true, I wish I was on your team rather
than Baxter's."  "I hate that motherfucker."  "He is not smart, but thinks
he knows everything."  I held up my hand, "Matt we need to change the
subject, Rob is my peer and I should not be discussing him with one of his
staff."

"See, you are a stand up guy and you are correct, we shouldn't be
discussing him or any other assholes at the company."  "So, do you want to
go for a boat ride?"  he asked.  I said I did, but needed to get some
clothes and sunscreen on before i was burnt toast.  I rinsed off under the
shower, then went to put on my baggies.  I was sure he was going to laugh
his ass off when he saw me in them, so fucking retro!

We walked down to the dock to Matt's boat.  "Wow! That is some rig you have
there, bud."  "Bet that set you back a few pennies."  I exclaimed.  "Yeah,
it is pretty sweet, but I didn't pay as much as you think, it was a repo
and I got it for a song."  "Just in the right place at the right time."  he
said.  "Where do you want me to sit?" I asked.  He told me up front.  "That
way I can admire your ass!"  he laughed.  "Like I could really see it with
those 'bloomers' you have on!  "Greg, how long have you had them?"

"Fuck you!"  "These are classics, I bought them when I was a surfer dude in
college."  I said.  "Surely you have other suits, don't you."  he asked.  I
said I didn't, "Never felt the need?I have 2 or 3 others just like this."
Matt was laughing hysterically.  "Do you wear these at the gym?"  "No, I
have workout clothes, and fuck you, you don't look so hot in your ratty
cutoff jeans, wife beater and raggedy shoes."

He said, "If I looked like you, I would have the classiest, sexiest clothes
to show off my assets, rather than cover them up like you do."  "God, you
even have beautiful feet, thank goodness you wore flip flops?even your toes
turn me on, would love to suck on them."  "Matt you are fucking hopeless."
He said he was sorry, "But, I said it before and I'll say it again, you are
a walking wet dream, how did that ex-wife of yours ever let you go, she has
to be fucking nuts."

"Hey, cut the crap and let's get on the lake." I yelled.  I was facing away
from him, glad that he could not see the huge grin on my face at all the
accolades he was dishing out.  My ego was extremely boosted and I was going
to have to reign it in, but damn, it felt good.


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