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Aaron had been thinking about what he had shared earlier, and tried to imagine all the things that must be going through Gus' head. "This man had taken a chance and invited him out to a cabin he rented for a peaceful fishing weekend and now he was burdened with a war story and pulled into a circumstance that he'd probably never understand," Aaron thought.

  At that moment he felt Gus' right hand move down the crack of his ass, and he snapped out of it. He'd been salivating over Gus' ass all day long, and he was ready for some cake.

  Aaron rolled over on top of Gus, pushing him onto his stomach, and ground his hard cock in the crack of Gus' ass. Gus pretended to resist for a minute, but quickly gave in. Aaron spread Gus' legs, assumed the spot in between them, and used his right hand to pull Gus up onto his knees. Aaron ran his hands over both of Gus' furry cheeks, watching the hair part and fall back into place. A couple medium pressure smacks followed, sending jiggling waves through Gus' plump rump and garnering grunts. He ran his hands up Gus' hairy back and down his sides, causing Gus to shiver. Aaron leaned down and drug his beard back and forth, softly through the crack of Gus' ass, producing deep muffled groans from the naked fisherman. With one hand prying his crack open, and the other firmly gripped around Gus' cock, Aaron let out a, "There we go!' and rammed his curled tongue into Gus' pink spot.

  Aaron loved cake, and Gus could tell. The expertise with which he pleasured Gus' was the best Gus had ever experienced, and he'd had many an adventure. He could feel the passion exuding from the Marine's tongue and hands, and the vibrations of his his deep hums while he ate offered Gus even more stimulation. Aaron pleasured Gus for a full half hour, there were moments of rabid intensity broken up by soft subtle probings. When Aaron finally surfaced for air, Gus' rolled over and said, "Holy fucking hell, Aaron Green!" drawing a wide smile from Aaron's face.

  Aaron's beard was matted back under his chin and sopping wet and Gus pulled him down on top of him for a long kiss, tasting the sweat and saliva mixture from his own hairy hole. "Do you know how beautiful your ass is, Gus Wolfe? Best I've ever seen."

  Gus reached down and pulled the bag from the sex shop out of his pack. He grabbed the Gun Oil, removed the seal, and tossed it to Aaron, "You're not done yet, Marine."

  Gus hadn't bottomed in over four years, and last time wasn't a pleasant experience from what he allowed himself to recall. A beast of a man he met on Craigslist in a fit of winter horniness split him open forcefully against his best efforts and there was a lot of pain. He'd always considered himself a top man, and that experience had reconfirmed it and made him hesitant to offer up his ass for much more than a good tonguing from then on.

  That said, there was nothing he wanted more than to feel Aaron deep inside him right now. He trusted him...needed him. Gus opened the bottle of Rush, knowing it would help him get past the first level of entry, and breathed in deeply through his left nostril, holding his right closed for the full effect. His head felt warm and he began to float as Aaron carefully pushed the tip of his dick into Gus. Aaron was positioned between Gus' legs, looking down at him smiling, entering him missionary style. Gus wrapped both legs around him tilting his ass up slightly and pulled Aaron's chest down to meet his. Their fur interlocked, providing a soft sensation for each man, as each hair follicle had its own tiny response magnified a thousand fold. Their tongues found each other and they were fully connected.

  Aaron was careful with Gus' asshole, almost hesitant, not wanting to cause him even the slightest pain. Fully erect Aaron was just under 8 inches, not too thick, but not too thin either. "He fits perfectly," Gus thought as he pushed out to accept Aaron fully.

  Aaron's patient entry had Gus at ease and he started to move in and out of Gus. Euphoria struck as Aaron hit his prostate perfectly a few pumps in and Gus lost his load immediately, unable to control it. Aaron hadn't even been inside him a minute and Gus was already squirting a cum geyser between their pelts. Aaron stopped and pushed himself up off Gus a foot or so and watched excitedly, as the the cum shower continued onto Gus chest and belly below him. Aaron was joyful at the pleasure he was able to bring the naked fisherman, "Damn buddy, I've never been a slouch, but I didn't know I was that good."

  Gus' mouth was slightly agape, tongue hanging out, feeling like his whole body was floating above the bed. He'd let out a continuous "ahhhhhh" through his entire eruption, and was now fully spent. He couldn't believe how quickly he just came, but he didn't care. This is what pleasure was supposed to feel like. His eyes locked with Aaron's and he coaxed him on with a stare of desire, nodding.

  Aaron stayed inserted in Gus and continued to work his ass slowly, enjoying the contractions on his cock as Gus shivered in post-ejaculatory delight. When the contractions stopped, Aaron reached down and teased Gus' dick, bringing them back every 10-15 seconds, and eliciting a moan and squirm from the cum covered fisherman. Aaron, keeping himself inside Gus, got on his knees, ran his hands from Gus' upper hamstrings down his legs, using the spread thumb and forefinger of each hand to grab Gus behind his knees and lift his legs into the air. He positioned Gus' achilles' on his collar bones between his shoulders and neck, feet facing the ceiling. He then slid his hands back down the front of Gus' legs firmly grasping his quads and again, slowly, began pushing in, and pulling out of Gus' open ass.

  "You can make love to me as long as you'd like, Aaron," Gus said, "you feel incredible inside me."

  Aaron obliged, and took his time. He started slow and gradually picked up the pace of his thrusts, Gus smiling up at him throughout. Each time he'd get close to orgasm, he'd pause and let his throbbing cock rest inside of Gus. Ten minutes in, he let Gus' legs back down and Gus quickly wrapped them back around him and pulled him in to taste his mouth once again. Mouths fully interlocked, Aaron picked up the pace, his dick matching his tongue. Deep "mmmmmms"vibrated through both mens mouths and Aaron didn't pause to stop the climax this time.

  A few firm pumps, and Aaron gave Gus his seed, groaning with fierceness and passion. Gus held Aaron's ass with both hands, keeping him inserted until his cock shrank to escape on it's own a couple minutes later. Aaron collapsed onto Gus, and the two men commenced a siesta snoring regimen, highlighting their complete and utter relaxation.

  The men awoke from their afternoon nap still naked and entangled. The spurts of cum Gus had shot onto his chest had dried into crisp cocoons holding both his and Aaron's chest and belly hair inside of them. Aaron lifted himself from on top of Gus pulling both of their hair out as they separated from one another. They both winced, then laughed at the spectacle of them peeling themselves apart.

  "Don't rinse off yet," Aaron instructed Gus, "I like the idea of seeing your dried cum matted in your fur for the rest of the day."

  With each movement, Gus could feel the tugging of the dried cum pulling hairs, "Okay, I'll give it a shot."

  They walked out to the front porch and each grabbed a beer, opened it, toasting one another as they looked out over the mountain peaks, and the stream in front of them.

  "We were passed out for longer than I thought," Gus said, "You really wore me out, Marine."

  "And I enjoyed every single second of it," Aaron responded, leaning over to kiss Gus' beard. "Bout time to start keeping some fish for dinner, don't you think?"

  "Yeah, trout does sound good for dinner - and I've still got a competition to win," Gus replied.

  Aaron stayed put on the porch, enjoying his beer and the view, while Gus made his way back to the stream to catch some dinner and get his tally up. By the time sun started to fade behind the mountain tops, Gus had pulled in two nice brown trout the men would have for dinner, and a three brook trout he released back into the stream. Aaron never picked up his rod to join and instead readied the fire, and watched the naked fisherman enjoy his favorite thing. He wanted to cook dinner for Gus, and wanted to give him a full body massage as well, he was also open to anything else Gus had in mind.

  "11-7, you win Gus Wolfe."

  "You didn't even get a line wet this evening, Aaron
, everything okay?"

  "Yessir, everything is just fine, I felt more like having a couple beers and watching you this evening - also, I want to cook dinner, and massage you - so, I was hoping you'd pull ahead."

  Gus smiled and set the two fish from his stringer at Aaron's feet, "Well, you can have cleaning duty as well."

  Aaron took the two fish back down to the stream and removed their insides and gills. He used the dull back side of his knife to remove the small scales and rinsed the fish off in the stream and brought them back up to the campfire. He pulled out some lemons, fresh thyme and garlic from his cooler and proceeded to stuff their body cavities with chopped up ingredients until they were full. He scored each fish three times on each side, drizzled them lightly with olive oil, and threw them in his cast iron skillet and set it beside the fire to marinate until the men were ready for dinner.

  "That looks amazing," Gus said, "I'd usually just throw a couple filets on my grate. I guess its to both of our benefit you lost the competition. You enjoy cooking, huh?"

  Aaron nodded and opened up his ice chest again to grab an onion, and two potatoes. He cut the onion into quarters, covered it with spices, and then wrapped it with aluminum foil. He wrapped the potatoes as well, after piercing them a few times, and tossed all three into the fire. They would be having a full meal tonight.

  With the prep work all done, and the cooking started, Gus and Aaron continued drinking and talking around the fire as the sunset glowed oranges, pinks, reds and purples through the clouds atop the mountains. Gus grabbed his camera from the truck and snapped a few pictures of the sunset. The he turned his camera on Aaron.

  "Stand up and flex for me, Marine."

  Aaron rolled his eyes and obliged. Gus snapped some pictures of him - standing naked in all his glory - before the mountains and the stream. "I've almost got enough for an Aaron Green calendar," Gus chuckled, "Why don't you bend over for me so I can get one of your sweet furry ass."

  Aaron again accepted Gus' request, bending all the way over and using both of his hands, middle fingers extended, to spread his ass cheeks and flip Gus off simultaneously. Gus chuckled and walked over to Aaron, put his face down by Aaron's ass, stuck his tongue out, and snapped a picture of himself. The men stood up and Gus took a selfie of the two of them looking at the camera, and then of the two of them kissing with the stream, mountains, and fading sunset in the background.

  "I'm acting like a teenager in love," Gus thought to himself as he set the camera down on the porch and moved back to the fire to watch Aaron cook for him, "Aaron's a married man, and I'm falling for him. You're not a 'faller' Gus, you've been down that road before, and it didn't end well. Don't let the heart strings attach. Enjoy the sex, you're not a 'lover' Gus." His inner monologue was at full tilt as he replayed the events of the day in his head. The way Aaron had arrived and left him peacefully sleeping. How he had startled the Marine, feeling him up. Their embrace in the stream, their sex in the grass. How good Aaron's dick had felt inside him.

  "You okay over there," Aaron asked, "You look like you got something on your mind."

  "I'm good, just thinking about the day we've had."

  "It's been a good one, eh?" Aaron smiled. Gus nodded in agreement.

  "So is it your free-spirited nature, or something else, that's kept you a single man at 40, Gus. You seem like a hell of a catch to me - am I missing something?"

  "A little bit of both, I suppose," Gus responded. "Not really the settling down type. I've tried it, and failed a couple times. Figured I'd spare myself the heartache and fly solo - I'm pretty good at it, and have had some pretty incredible adventures," Gus said as he winked at Aaron across the fire.

  "So what's the craziest adventure you've had." Aaron asked.

  "Crazy in what way?" Gus replied. "Fun and sex-filled crazy, or almost dead crazy?"

  "Well I wouldn't mind hearing about both - but fun and sex-filled, let's start there," Aaron encouraged.

  "Alright, what the hell, I've never really shared the details of my adventures with anyone, you're not going to get jealous are you?" Gus chuckled.

  "Hell no, I'm a married man, remember? I'll probably just end up with a raging hard on, asking you to fuck me," Aaron replied.

  "Alright then," Gus said, as he opened another beer and took a swig, "My craziest adventure:

  It was about a year ago, late spring, early summer and I had taken a week off to camp out on Assateague National Seashore at one of the narrowest parts of the barrier island. I have a spot up there that's about five minute walk from the open ocean and about a 15 minute hike over to the sound side. Brought my surf rods, and some of my lighter tackle for the bayside and was planning to make a week out of catching as many fish as I could and enjoying the coming summer before the crowds got too big that I'd be unable to comfortably wear my fishing uniform. I set camp and had two amazing days of fishing, pulling in some huge stripers and early season red drum from the shore side. On the third day, I'd planned to take a hike over to the sound side and see if I couldn't bring in some flounder. I got up before dawn, packed up my gear and some supplies into my backpack and started toward the sound. I was wearing my pack, some water shoes, and holding a couple of my spin cast rods - that was it, naked otherwise."

  "I bet that was a site to behold," Aaron said. Gus smiled and continued:

  "From the top of a small dune, about a hundred yards from the sound I see a group of three tents down to my left, remnants of a campfire between them, a few odd beer cans and liquor bottles strewn about on the ground, and what looks like a naked man, passed out in the sand. This piqued my interest and I made my path toward the sound through their site. As I got there, I was right, it was a naked man splayed out in the sand. He was covered in dried cum and sand, snoring, and I could hear snoring coming from all the tents as well. Not wanting to wake anyone I moved past them down to the sound and started fishing, just 20 or so yards away from their camp. Eventually, they woke up and that's where the craziness ensued. It was all men there camping, gay men as it turns out, three couples who enjoyed being nude, having group sex, and exploring taboos and fantasies with each other." Gus paused and looked over at Aaron - who was focused intently on him and the story he was sharing.

  "Ready for some fish?" Gus asked "I'm getting a little hungry."

  "Sure, I'll throw them on," Aaron said, grabbing the cast iron skillet and setting it on the grate over a bed of coals, "Keep going Gus Wolfe, I'm intrigued by what you and all these men got into."

  "Well, lets just say in involves a pile of men in the water, a pile of men in the sand, a pile of men in the sound, and a pile of men breaking two tents," Gus laughed, "lots of sex."

  "I've never had group sex, believe it or not," Aaron replied, "But I've sure as hell jerked off to group sex porn, and thought about it multiple times. Details, please!"

  "You were in the military and you never had group sex, not even a threesome?"

  "A threesome is not group sex, not like you've had. And, just so you know, there is little to no sex happening in the military, I know all you non-enlisted guys seem to have these fantasies about what happens in the barracks, at training, out in the field, and so on, but they're just that, as far as my experience goes, fantasies. Mark and I had a monogamous relationship for the most part, a couple threesomes here and there, but definitely never piles of men, as you describe. On with the story Gus Wolfe!" Aaron instructed as he pulled the fish to the side of the grate for a more indirect heat.

  "Okay. So these guys were all pretty good looking, and ranged in ages. One of the couples, was two guys about our age, both pretty solidly built, dads with facial hair and decently cut furry bodies. The second was a man in his fifties, daddy bear type and a younger guy, an otter, if you will, in his late twenties. It was the otter kid who was naked splayed out in the sand covered in cum when I arrived. The third was a couple in their thirties, both more of a swimmers build, and not much body hair, they were a couple though they looked like they could have be
en brothers. They were from Baltimore and had gotten to know each other through a nudist group they were all involved in. They spotted me fishing, bare-assed and smiling, a few minutes after they all woke up, and the daddy bear came down to say hello. Asked me what I was up to, why I was naked, and invited me over to meet all his friends. They all introduced themselves, all sitting around naked, drinking coffee, and we talked for a while. The first man pile started after the two guys around our age started making out over my dick."

  "Making out over your dick?" Aaron asked.

  "Yeah, they both walked over to where I was sitting, got on their knees and started making out with the tip of my dick in their mouths, it felt awesome. Anyhow, one thing led to another, and before I knew it, one of them was riding my dick, the skinny guys had their dicks in my face, the otter kid had squeezed between my legs and was tonguing my ass and the daddy bear was laying with his face on my chest, sucking my nipples. It was a lot groaning, humping, grinding, groaning, yelling, slurping, and it naturally ended with a lot of cum all over the place. It was really hot, that was the pile in the sand. There were different iterations of that over the next couple of days, and one night, the guys our age came back over to my campsite for a little more intimate action with just the three of us. I came more that week without touching my own dick than I ever have."