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  "So I posted a picture of the sunrise this morning, and just opened my phone to a message from Bill, who, with his extended family, is also down in Topsail this week. He said to let him know if we wanted to grab a beer or do some fishing," Gus explained.

  Aaron, remembering Bill, his sweet ass, and his monster cock, looked toward Gus in disbelief, "Are you fucking kidding, did you set all this up fisherman, was this all part of your surprise?"

  "Honest to god, no, I did not - the only thing I set up was this house for this week. The sides of beef just seem to be aligned to our excursion, it's all coincidental," Gus responded.

  "Wait, married Bill from the burbs, with the massive dick who loves having his ass eaten and getting fucked, the Bill you guys have told me about?" Mark asked.

  "Yep, that Bill." Gus responded.

  "Can I just say, that it's our first morning here, we've already had some incredible sex, delicious food, and Gus has already caught a trophy redfish; we have two, now maybe three, sexy friends who also want to join us for fun this week. We're on track to have the most exciting vacation I've ever had," Mark exclaimed. "Well what did you tell Bill?"

  "I haven't responded yet, wanted to see what y'all thought first," Gus answered.

  "It would be good to see him again," Aaron responded.

  "You know I'm in," Mark replied.

  "Alright, I'll message him back, see what he's thinking, let him know we have some buddies joining us Thursday. You think they can fit six on their boat to go after some tuna?" Gus asked.

  "It's a big boat, I don't think that will be an issue at all." Aaron answered.

  "Sounds good," Gus nodded, and pulled out his phone to message Bill back. He wrote:

  "Hey buddy, good to hear from you, what a nice coincidence that we're both in Topsail the same week. We'd love to catch up. I'm here with Aaron and his husband Mark, it's a long story, but you'll like Mark too, also a retired marine. They've got a couple of their brothers bringing their boat up from Kure Beach on Thursday in hopes that if the weather holds, we'll all be able to head out to the Gulf Stream to troll for some tuna on Friday. Think you could get away to join us for that trip? You'll be in good hands with me and four marines.

  Also we're down in Topsail Beach at the very end of the island at the end of McCoy St. You're welcome to come hang with us whenever you need a break. We have a skiff that we'll be taking out around the sound to do some fishing throughout the week, just let us know what works for you. Look forward to seeing you.

  Cheers, Gus"

  Gus, Aaron and Mark finished off a couple pots of coffee and all showered off together. The master shower was a huge walk in with a bench. Gus had noticed it in the rental listing pictures and noted how the bench would likely be helpful for Mark and how the size of the shower would fit them all nicely. They each lost a load in the shower: Gus, in Aaron's mouth; Mark in Gus' mouth; and Aaron, in Gus' soapy ass. They emerged clean and ready to go pick up the boat and get to fishing.

  Aaron drove, and Mark decided it would be easier to get situated in the boat from their dock than at the marina, so Gus drove the boat back to their place while his Marines took the truck. It took him about 15 minutes to get to their dock, and Aaron was there waiting for him to help get the boat tied up. The men gathered their gear, and loaded up the coolers. In preparation for the trip, Gus had spent some time building a pivoting seat with a rod holder on the left side and a solid cinder block base that he thought would work for Mark to enjoy the fishing. He grabbed it from the back of the truck and loaded into the front of the boat, securing it to the steering console.

  "Let's see how this works for you, handsome," Gus said to Mark picking him up under his armpits and setting him in the boat.

  "Perfect," Mark replied as he looked up at Gus, who leaned down for a quick kiss.

  "Y'all got everything we need?" Aaron asked, one foot on the boat, and one on the dock.

  "I think we're all set," Gus replied.

  "Then we're off!" Aaron exclaimed pushing the boat off from the dock and hopping in with one fluid motion. "So what does the person who catches the most fish get?"

  "You and your competitions," Gus replied. "How bout whoever catches the first fish decides?"

  "Sounds good," Aaron responded.

  The men, wearing nothing but smiles, headed out into the sound, aiming for the salt grass flats on the mainland side to try their luck for redfish and speckled trout.

  Gus stood proudly behind the console of the skiff, looking out through his polarized lenses to read the water in front of him. Aaron stood to his left, and Mark was perched in front of them. "Ain't this the life boys?" Gus asked with the breeze blowing through his beard and full body sweater.

  Before the trip Gus had studied the tide charts, a topographic map, google earth and read through some online fishing reports for the area. He had a spot in mind where wanted to set up first and guided the boat across the sound toward an inlet on the mainland where a stream made it's way into the bay. Aaron dropped the anchor and the men got their lines in the water.

  Aaron took the flat platform in the front of the skiff, Mark's swivel chair let him take the middle section of the boat, and Gus fished off the back.

  "There we go!"

  Gus and Mark turned their glances toward the front of the boat as Aaron reeled in the first fish of the afternoon. It was a nice sized speckled trout.

  "Watch the teeth on him," Gus reminded. Speckled trout are known to slash a finger or two for anglers who aren't careful with them. Aaron tossed the trout in the cooler and closed it tight, re-baited and got his line back out in the water.

  "Alright, so here's the competition for today," Aaron said. "Whoever catches the most fish gets half an hour on the rim chair and an hour long full body massage from the other two."

  "Sounds good to me," Mark responded as he reeled in his first boat catch. Another keeper speckled trout. Aaron unhooked the fish for Mark and threw it into the cooler.

  Gus smiled and nonchalantly set the hook on a fish. Mark and Aaron didn't notice until the fish started to pull out some drag. Gus was fishing with light tackle to enjoy the fight as much as possible, the thrill of the catch. A third, much larger speckled trout found its way into the cooler.

  "What does the man who catches the biggest fish get?" Gus asked chuckling, closing the lid to the cooler.

  "You get whatever you want, regardless, fisherman, just ask," Mark responded. Gus made his way toward the middle of the boat and dangled his cock in front of Mark who reached up and grabbed his balls and pulled Gus toward his mouth. He sucked Gus into a raging hard-on within thirty seconds and Gus cradled the back of his head and looked out across the water, breathing in the salty air.

  From the platform in the front of the boat, Aaron pointed out another small fishing boat that was headed their direction to give the guys a heads up - not that he cared if anyone saw his two sexy men connected mouth to cock. The three naked men paused and watched through their reflective lenses as another skiff closed ground on them. There looked to be three people aboard.

  Gus removed his cock from Mark's face and stood back behind the console as the boat got within 50 yards. Aaron sat down up front to hide his swinging dick and Mark pulled a t-shirt over his lap.

  Gus lifted his hand and offered a polite wave as the boat approached.

  "Any luck today?" A man yelled from about 20 yards out.

  "Yep, we've been hooking up on some trout, how bout y'all," Gus responded.

  "None yet..." the man replied.

  Gus couldn't tell if the man and his two companions had yet noticed that all three of them were naked, as they all had on sunglasses as well and showed no shock or surprise. The three men could best be described as 'bubbas' - goatees, beer bellies, cut-off t-shirts, full lips of dip, camo hats.

  "Well I hope y'all hook up on some soon," Gus offered.

  The bubbas came within few feet of them as they passed by slowly, and unless they were blind there was no way th
ey didn't notice that at least Gus and Aaron were buck naked.

  "Good luck to you boys as well," the driver offered.

  Silence. Six sets of eyes behind reflective lenses watching. The bubba's boat idled past. As the distance between them started to grow again Gus turned around to see all three of them looking back at their boat, seeing Gus's plump, hairy, naked ass, out in the wind. Gus, pretending not to notice, turned around and let his half-weighted meat, come into their view.

  Aaron chuckled from the front of the boat as he noticed one of the bubba's mouths hang open in astonishment, "You using your redneck lure on em Gus? Haha."

  "You'd be surprised at the variety of specimen this thing attracts," Gus laughed, grabbing his dick with his right hand and swinging it around turning toward his marines.

  "I wouldn't peg any of those guys as cocksuckers," Mark offered, "More likely to the be type that would want to start a fight because we're naked."

  "And yet some of the best bottoms I've ever met greeted me with threats before they begged me to stick this guy in them," Gus responded, still playing with himself, making his way back toward Mark.

  Mark reached out and grabbed Gus' dick again, stroking it with his hand. The bubba boat, now about 50 yards in the other direction idled along, one of the men still fixated on what was happening between Gus and the marines, mouth still ajar. Aaron stepped toward his men and fondled Gus' balls and pulled him in for an exaggerated kiss.

  The engine of the other boat kicked into gear, and the bubba's were gone. Gus, Aaron and Mark all erupted into laughter. "Those guys have no idea what to think right now," Aaron said.

  "Except for the one guy in the back, I'm sure he's calling us faggots while trying his damndest to wish his hard on away before his buddies notice," Mark added.

  "Well now they'll have us to both blame and thank when they end up drunk and sucking each other off later, hahaha," Gus offered.

  Aaron opened the beer cooler and grabbed a cold one for everyone. "So Gus, rednecks, like that, any good stories from your adventures you'd like to share?" Aaron prodded.

  "Yeah, Gus, share another one of your adventures with us - I get horny as fuck hearing your tales," Mark coaxed.

  "Haha, well, I would be classified as a redneck by a lot of folks, but guys like that, yeah, I've had a run in or two," Gus smiled. He liked having Mark and Aaron interested in his naked fishing adventures, and truly appreciated that they asked out of horniness and curiosity and not out of judgement or jealousy. His marines loved him, he could tell.

  "Alright, so about five years ago I had a work convention down in Mobile, Alabama. I'd not spent much time in the deep south but had always wanted to do some fishing in the Gulf of Mexico so I took an extra few days after the work convention and rented a beach house down on the redneck riviera where Alabama and the Florida panhandle meet," Gus offered, taking a nice long sip out of his beer.

  Aaron casted a line back out and Mark sipped his beer, both with eyes fixed on their hairy fisherman offering another cock-oozing story.

  "It was early October and I'd noticed from a sign in town that the local fire department was holding a fall fish fry at the town park the Saturday I was there, so I thought I'd head down, meet some of the locals, see if I could get any insights on where to fish, and enjoy a fish fry," Gus continued.

  "It was a nice gathering, a couple hundred people, families, firefighters, a beer truck, and some live country music. I made a donation to the fire department and took a plate of fish over to a picnic table took in the sights. There were more than few men that looked just like that boat that just passed. Beer bellies, goatees, cut-off sleeves, just shooting the shit and making their way around the park with their families."

  "A couple of the firefighters who were holding the event sat at the other end of the table where I was, and we struck up a conversation. I let them know that I was visiting from Virginia and asked their advice on the best fishing spots. They were happy to share what they knew and told me that I needed to talk to this guy called Rusty, who was the best fisherman in town. They caught his attention across the park and waived him over to our table and introduced me."

  "Rusty was a bear of a man, probably 6'5 about 250lbs, long goatee. I'd say he was probably in his late forties or early fifties and was wearing a trucker hat, a pair of polarized Costa's, blue jeans and sleeveless t-shirt. He had a full beer belly sitting under his broad shoulders and solid chest, and some big muscular arms. Rusty didn't look like a guy that anyone would want to fuck with," Gus said, smirking.

  "So did you fuck him?" Mark asked, laughing.

  "Geez Mark, let him tell the story," Aaron chided.

  "Haha. Rusty and I got to talking and he said he didn't have any plans the next day and would be glad to take me out fishing in his boat. He told me where to meet him the next morning pre-dawn, and I caught up with him there. I was excited to have a local guide show me some spots and knew I'd have a more successful trip with his help."

  "His boat was named 'Slayer' and we set off from the marina an hour or so before dawn on a Sunday morning. He told me his wife didn't like it when he skipped church to go fishing on Sunday's and that the lord didn't either, but there's no place he'd rather be than on the water. We limited out on trout and redfish within two hours but neither of us were ready to head back in, so Rusty gave me a tour of the area from the water. It was fall but by the time the sun was shining down full, it was hot. I took off my shirt so my fur could breathe and noticed that Rusty had a look of astonishment on his face looking at me."

  "Well yeah, you're fucking hot Gus, with your big beard and furry chest," Mark offered.

  "There we go!" Aaron yelled, and pulled in a 25 inch red drum to add to the cooler, "Keep going fisherman, I like where this story is headed."

  Gus opened another beer for Mark and himself and continued with his story.

  "So Rusty's looking at me, shirtless, and pulls his shirt off too, says 'yeah, it's gonna be a hot one today' and asks me about my family, if I have a wife and kids. Why I spoke so plainly I don't know, but this big bear of a man with his deep voice and expert fishing skills, had my thoughts stirring, so I just answered honestly. Nope, no wife, no kids, I'm gay, I told him."

  "Silence followed, for what felt like five minutes though it was probably only a few seconds. 'Ain't no gay people around here,' Rusty said in his deep voice, making me question whether or not I should have been so forthcoming. My eyes, behind my reflective sunglasses took in Rusty's bare almost completely smooth chest. His pecs and arms were massive, he could have pummeled me into the ground, or tossed me off his boat with ease. I waited for him to speak again. 'So are you the man or the woman?' Rusty asked. I responded that I'm a man either way and he grinned at me."

  "Yeah, sexual tension and curiosity, the first signs of an oncoming passion fuck, haha" Mark inserted.

  "There we go!" Aaron hollered as he pulled in another speckled trout. Five in the cooler now, three of them Aaron's.

  "You're on it today, Aaron Green, aren't you?" Gus asked.

  "Yessir! Gus Wolfe - I think half an hour in the rim chair would be glorious, haha," Aaron responded.

  "Um - Rusty - what happened with Rusty?" Mark prodded, sipping down the last of his second beer and requesting another via nod to Aaron who opened another for his husband.

  "I could tell Rusty had a curiosity about me, and after the initial few typical 'gay' questions, he got a bit more personal with them, asking me if I was as hairy everywhere as I was on my chest. 'Yep,' I said, 'wanna see?' Rusty did, but he didn't say yes out loud, the slight bulge growing in his jeans did. I didn't immediately remove my pants but I did make an exaggerated readjustment of my crotch. At this point we were both standing shirtless behind the steering wheel of Slayer and the sun was beating down on us. Rusty pulled into a cove and idled back to where the marsh met the shore, and dropped the anchor. Just in front of the boat was sandy shoreline, about five feet wide"

  "There was absolutely no one aro
und, and any boat that might come across our path we'd be able to hear well before it could see us. Rusty walked back toward me and without saying a word, grabbed my crotch. His big hand massaged my dick and balls through my jeans. I didn't touch him though. 'I bet you like that, don't you,' Rusty said and I replied by asking him what made him think he was my type. As my growing cock had already given him the answer, we both chuckled and then he kissed me. It was one of those fierce repressed kisses, like he wanted to eat my whole face, it was hot, to be honest. We kissed for a minute or two while undoing each others pants."

  "Rusty then dropped to his knees and attacked my cock like he had my face. He gagged himself on me a few times, I could tell he hadn't had much, if any, practice sucking cock before, but I didn't mind. He fumbled with my balls, huffing and grunting. When he finally took a break for some air he looked up at me, and put his glasses up on top of his head so I could see his eyes. This big ol' redneck had the softest hazel eyes. He said, 'this is fun, but if you tell anyone I'll deny it and I'll beat your ass,' then proceeded to re-gag himself on this guy," Gus said holding his cock up with his right hand.