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  Jake poked his head out the tent, still bright red, and saw Gus on his way back, Gus smiled, "beer?" Jake and Bill made their way outside and Gus tossed them both a cold one. "Just a bunch of drunk kids," Gus said, "Looked like they were having fun, though, probably not as much fun as we were just having." The guys both smiled, and they started to relax again.

  Gus wanted to get a fire going before last light, so told the guys he was heading back to his camp, and asked if they minded heading up there for dinner. The guys agreed and said they'd add his catfish filets to the soft side before they joined him and would see him in a few minutes. Gus put his river shoes back on, drank down the last swig of his beer, picked up his rod and tackle box and headed up river. About 20 yards out he stopped and turned back toward Jake and Bill and yelled, "Boy, you gotta pretty mouth!" and then began humming the tune to dueling banjos as he hoped from foot to foot, his now soft cock bouncing up and down along with his balls. The guys, erupted in laughter, Gus smiled. Gus breathed in the sweaty scent of the work he'd been doing on Bill's ass from his beard and carried on to his camp. He was excited about the adventures the night might bring.

  The pinks and purples of the sunset filled the sky and the naked fisherman finished tending his fire, spreading the coals and pulling his cooking grate over them. He threw on the steaks and catfish then walked to his truck to grab his camera and snapped a couple pictures of the breathtaking sky. Jake and Bill had arrived a few minutes prior and they sat around the fire drinking beer and talking while their dinner sizzled in front of them. Gus joined the circle and opened a beer. "So Bill, what's life like for you when you're not bent over the tailgate of my truck?" Gus cracked. Bill, caught off guard by the comment, blushed and responded.

  "Well, Gus, I have a good life to tell you the truth. I have a wonderful family, a nice job, a house I own outright, and some great friends like Jake here. I'm an accountant, and I pretty much keep my head down, make money to make sure my family wants for nothing, get to the gym, do yard work, and haul my kids around. Until today, I was fairly certain what each day would bring. No big surprises in my life, I'm pretty structured that way. Never in a million years would I have given in to the primal desire you've pulled out of me. I've always been curious what it would be like to be with another man. There have been a few men at the gym who have stroked their cocks in the shower, or followed me into the sauna before, and while I've gotten a little aroused, I've never acted on it."

  Gus appreciated Bill's candor, and wasn't out to make him feel any guilt or remorse, "I definitely understand responding to primal desires, Bill, those desires are part of what has drawn me into my naked fishing adventures. There's a wonderful feeling walking out into nature into the unexpected completely exposed and up for it. I've had more than a handful of exciting encounters just from stepping out in nature naked."

  "Only with men?" Jake asked.

  "Mostly with men, but not only. I've had a few encounters with married couples that were exciting in their own right. I do identify as a gay man though, if that's what you are asking." Gus replied.

  "I'm not gay," Bill said, out of machismo habit.

  "I know," Gus replied, chuckling "and I'm not out to 'turn' anyone gay either. I just follow my instincts. From the time I saw you mesmerized by my nakedness this morning, I could tell you were conflicted. But, if you hadn't walked down here this afternoon, I wouldn't have come looking for you. Even though I could tell you were built like a brick shithouse and was curious what you were packing in those jeans. Last thing I need is to be bloodied up by some insecure straight men. You did call me a 'fucking faggot' after all."

  "Sorry bout that, Gus. Just habit," Bill replied.

  "No worries, Bill. You and Jake have made my week, and I haven't even stuck my tongue in your ass for the the third time yet."

  Gus stood up and walked to the fire, he positioned himself directly in front of Bill and bent over at the waste to flip the steaks and move the fish off heat to the edge of the grate. As he bent over Bill's dick perked up, and he was enamored by Gus' plump hairy ass just feet in front of him. He stood up, and just as Gus had done to him this afternoon, plunged his face into Gus' ass, catching him off guard and almost knocking him into the fire. Gus gasped, caught his balance, and used his left hand to hold the back of Bill's head and squeeze his face between his ass cheeks. Gus could feel Bill's defined jawline in each of his furry cheeks, and the dimple on Bill's chin tickled his ball hair. Bill probed for a minute or so, and then got up and returned to his chair, "Well you put it right in front of me on a platter, Gus, I don't know what you were expecting me to do," Bill laughed. "Good instincts, Bill," Gus replied, "Now are you planning on freeing that monster you're choking in your jeans?" Bill unzipped his jeans, and let his thick meat breathe.

  Jake had put on his fishing uniform while Bill was rimming Gus, and sat smiling slowly stroking himself. The steaks were done, and so was the fish, Gus pulled it off the fire and served a plate to both of his guests, thanking them for sharing their steak with him. The three men scarfed down the food, sitting naked around the fire. Getting some energy back they'd expended pleasuring each other throughout the day was nice, but a food coma was closing in.

  Gus finished eating first and got up and went to his truck, he pulled a second camping mat and blanket out of his backseat. He laid the camping mat in the bed next to the other he'd used earlier for siesta and spread the blanket over both of them. Jake and Bill looked on with smiles.

  "When you boys are done eating, come join me up here in the truck, the starts are starting to come out, and I'd figure we could lay back and look at them while we let our food settle."

  Jake finished next, and hopped up into the back of the truck and laid down next to Gus, allowing his hand to rest on Gus hairy quad. He squeezed Gus' leg and looked up into the sky. There was no light pollution here and they could see thousands of stars. Bill joined shortly after and laid on the the other side of Gus, nestling his head into Gus' armpit. The three gazed into the sky and before long Gus and Jake were both snoring. Bill sat up and looked down at his naked friends, snoring next to him, finally, fully at peace in his own head about all that had happened today..

  He started to softly fondle, Gus' cock and then dropped his head to take him into his mouth. Gus perfect dick started getting hard, and soon stood at full attention as his snoring continued. Bill wiped the pre-cum from his throbbing dick and mixed it with his spit, and slipped his index and middle finger into his own ass, remembering how Gus had opened him up earlier. He straddled Gus, accidentally kicking Jake slightly in the leg. Jake opened his eyes to see his buddy slowly lower his beefy ass onto Gus' erect dick. Jake was instantly hard. He sat up and leaned forward, and put his head down behind Bill's ass. Jake used his tongue to lick Gus' dick below Bill's ass, adding extra lube for Bill and pleasure for Gus. Jake worked his tongue from Gus' balls, up the base of his shaft, up Bill's ass crack and back again. The pure pleasure Gus' body was feeling woke him, and he opened his eyes slowly to see this thick muscular new friend riding his cock. Pure bliss. He felt Jake's tongue on his balls, and then his taint, he spread his legs and pushed up into Bill giving Jake more access - this was a new adventure for sure.

  Bill picked up the pace and Gus began thrusting his hips to meet his ride in sync. Jake's tongue wet Gus' asshole enough for him to slide a couple fingers into Gus, and he joined their motion. Both Gus and Jake had already gotten off twice today, but Bill's blue balls from their earlier triangle weren't going to let him last. Gus was hitting his prostate in a consistent rhythm that made his whole body shiver. Bill started to moan. Gus pushed forcefully up into him and Bill exploded. Unleashing five thick globs of cum. The first shot over Gus' head and splattered onto the back window of the truck, streaking as gravity tugged it down. The next four found soft landing in Gus' natural sweater. Spent, Bill collapsed onto Gus, sweating, breathing hard, and shivering as Gus dick popped out of his ass.

  Bill rolled off to Gus' right in a he
ap, and Jake grabbed Gus' cock. He was ready to take a ride on the naked fisherman, too. Jake collected Bill's cum from Gus' pelt and used it to lube his asshole and coat Gus pretty dick. Jake climbed on and took it all the way, bottoming himself out on Gus and paused to relax. Bill smiled watching the man sex continue next to him, and started to tweak Gus' nipple with his fingers. Gus and Jake worked up to a good pace before Jake's leg cramped on him and he had to hop off, grasping his hamstring to ease the tightness. The three men broke into laughter at the cramp, and once again lay on their backs next to each other, Bill in the middle this time. Jake and Gus were both still pulsing hard, and Gus took Jake's cock in his right hand and Gus' in his left, remembering how Gus had stroked them earlier. He worked their cocks with speed and consistency and both men quickly erupted. Bill aimed their dicks toward him, and before he knew it, rivers of cum were running down his belly and off his sides, one of Jake's spurts even made it to Bill's dimpled chin, he stuck out is tongue and licked the glob up.

  "To the river!" Gus commanded, and the three men waded in under the stars and cleaned themselves off, freely assisting one another and touching wherever they pleased.

  "So, guys, this morning when we first saw each other, did you have any idea what was in store for you today?"

  "My ass sure didn't," Jake chuckled. "Mine either," Bill laughed. "That prized lure of yours really knows how to find the right spots."

  Gus smiled at both of the men and pointed to his soft cock, "This little thing?"

  The men exited the river, and readied to return to their respective tents. It was only 9pm but they were all spent. Jake told Gus they'd likely be headed out first thing in the morning, to make it to the spot where they'd left a truck by tomorrow night, and thanked Gus for the adventure, running his hand through Gus' chest hair and kissing him on the mouth. Bill embraced Gus and kissed him deeply, one last time, knowing that this would likely be the first and last day he ever did anything this gay in his life. They smiled at each other and said goodnight.

  Gus woke again before sunrise, and headed out for a day of fishing. He looked downriver and Bill and Jake were already gone. He waved and smiled at a couple of gaped-mouth kayak and canoe pilots throughout the day, and pulled in 12 more smallies. It was his best fishing day of the year so far, and his smile was ear to ear. As siesta time approached Gus made his way up from the river, packed up camp, and put his supplies in the back seat of his truck, his mind full of the wonderment of his latest excursion. He slipped on his jeans and boots, pulled a t-shirt over his fur, and took one last look at the river before hopping in his truck to head back to the real world to earn his next adventure.

  About half an hour into the drive home, Gus' phone got back into service range and started vibrating with messages, emails, and notifications. He looked down and noticed a new message from Jake, and a new friend request from Bill. He looked in the rearview mirror and saw the thick string of dried cum Bill had lofted onto his window. Again, he grinned. The real world was just around the corner.

  Gus made his way back into the city and parked on the street about a block away from his house. He enjoyed the contrast between his urban day-to-day and his naked weekends out in nature; for him this was the essence of balance. Making his way up the steps to his house he nodded at his neighbors who were out sitting on their front porches, enjoying the pleasant Sunday evening.

  "How many did you catch this weekend, Gus?" His neighbor, John, asked.

  "Nineteen smallies and one big flathead, John, it was a good trip! You're welcome to join me one of these weekends if you like. Open invite."

  "I'm planning to take you up on that sometime, Gus. I'll let you know. And 20 fish, that's awesome," John replied.

  Gus nodded and headed into his house, grabbing Friday and Saturday's mail out of the mailbox by his front door. The weekend was nearing its end. Gus stored his rods, tackle box, mats and tent, threw his barely worn clothes in the hamper, and stepped into his walk in steam shower to wash off the weekend. Even though it had almost been a full day since he had Bill's ass in his mouth, he could still smell the remnants of his scent drifting out from his beard as he showered. Gus lathered his entire body head to toe with body wash; his fur acting as a diffusing sponge, holding lots of suds. As he rinsed the weekend off he used the soapy lather to stroke his 7.5inch cock, spraying a load of cum onto the tile wall of his shower. One final deep breath, and Gus put his latest adventure to rest. After each of his trips, Gus had a habit of releasing the adventure from his body and mind to place himself in the the right state for the work week.

  Gus crawled into bed naked and reached over for his phone. He opened the message from Jake which read:

  Gus, wow, I don't even know what to say. This weekend was one of the best of my life. After Bill and I left your campsite, we chatted like teenage school girls for a couple hours, about our lives, and all we had just experienced with you. I told him that you and I knew each other from college and it wasn't just a chance meeting, as you had told me where you would be. He said he kind of figured that, and had a faint idea that he had seen your picture on social media before and knew of you, though he couldn't place it. He wasn't upset. In fact, as we sat there chatting, I couldn't think of a time in Bill and my ten year friendship that I had ever seen him so relaxed. I guess you had just what he needed, and what I needed too. We were up really early and made our way downriver and back to the burbs before the afternoon to get back to it. Thanks again, bud! Until next time (and I hope there's a next time!) - Your friend, Jake

  Gus smiled, and switched screens over to the friend request from Bill. In his profile picture Bill had on a golf shirt, stretched to follow the contours of his stocky muscular frame, and a pair of khaki shorts, also short and rather tight, hugging his meaty legs. Gus knew what was hidden behind that zipper. "Accept," Gus clicked, and fell off to sleep.

  The week proceeded in run of the mill fashion and Gus was productive. On Thursday evening after work, Gus drove out to the suburbs to the Bass Pro Shop to grab a few supplies for the next weekend. He had found a secluded cabin on a small mountain stream up the Appalachians about 5 hours outside of town, and booked it back at the beginning of the year, and he needed to get some supplies to re-rig his fly rod and pick out a few flies for the brook and brown trout he was after. Gus always enjoyed wandering through Bass Pro Shop, or the man mall, as he called it. You couldn't turn a corner without bumping into some nice eye candy. Gus made his way to the back corner of the store to the fly fishing section and was looking at row of pre-tied flies when a man spoke to him.

  "Whatcha fishin' for?" the man asked. Gus looked up and saw a handsome, bearded middle aged man looking at him.

  "Just grabbing a couple flies for some brookies and browns," Gus said

  "Headed up to the mountains I guess?" the man asked.

  "Yep, taking off tomorrow at noon to try out a new stream this weekend, hoping for tight lines a plenty." Gus replied.

  The man stared into Gus' eyes and Gus' stared back at him. He felt the same type of conflict in this man's eyes and stare as he did when he first saw Bill looking at him. The man broke the stare, and looked down, almost embarrassed, and said, "Well good luck bud! I wish I could get away for fishing trips more often."

  Gus let his eyes take in the handsome man in front of him. His light brown hair was trimmed high and tight and he was starting to bald up top. His face was oval shaped with a pronounced jawline. His eyes were a deep blue and his beard was close-trimmed and full, the same light brown as his hair. He had a solid build about him and was a couple inches shorter than Gus. The bottom third of a tattoo creeped out his right sleeve, and Gus recognized the the Semper Fi anchor curving around the southern hemisphere. The man held one hand in his left jean pocket, to hide his growing member, his wedding ring, or both, Gus assumed.

  "Thanks, bud," Gus said, as he nonchalantly adjusted himself and put his eyes back on the flies in front of him. The man's eyes widened as he could see the outline of Gu
s' cut cock starting to bulge in his jeans. He turned and headed out of the fly fishing section and disappeared back into the man mall.

  Gus grabbed a few choice flies that mimicked the insects he knew were in season, and made his way toward the check out counter. On his way back through the store, he caught sight of the Marine standing between some clothes racks near one of the fitting rooms, his eyes locked on Gus. Gus, nonchalantly walked toward the man, and grabbed a fishing shirt off one of the racks on his way. He didn't say a word, walked past the man, nodded, and then entered the changing room, leaving the door slightly cracked. Gus removed his shirt and could see them man staring through the crack of the door, his mouth gaped open at the sight of Gus' pelt. The man started toward the door, and before Gus knew it he had a companion in the fitting room and the door was closed.

  Gus was happy that the doors at the man mall went all the way to the floor, it was less likely the two men would be seen by any roving store employee this way. Gus, bare-chested, looked into the man's eyes, as the man brought his hands up and ran them through his fur. "Shhhh," Gus mouthed as he noticed the wedding ring on the man's finger and the bulge in his pants, he had been right on both counts.