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  "I'm not totally sure Gus, but I think Mark likes you, he smiled at you, did you notice?"

  "Yeah, I thought that looked like a smile," Gus responded. "I should get going Aaron, it's a busy week work-wise and I have a lot to do, and think about, thank you for inviting me over," Gus said getting up off the couch and making his way toward the door.

  "You're welcome to have another beer with me first, if you like. We can head out into the garage and you can see some of my gear and the few trophies I've had mounted."

  Gus paused, he was so glad to to see Aaron, and his feelings from last weekend were just as strong, but all of this was a lot to handle, and he wasn't sure he wanted to be caught in any sort of sexual act with Aaron by Mark just yet and was pretty sure that's where things would be headed if they went to the garage. Part of him wanted to rip all of Aaron's clothes off right then and there. "I do appreciate it, but I should really get going," Gus said, noticing the disappointment in Aaron's eyes as he spoke.

  "Please, Gus, come with me the to the garage, just for a few minutes." Aaron grabbed Gus' hand and pulled him in the direction of the kitchen. Gus relented and followed him. As they made their way through the kitchen Aaron grabbed them each another beer from the fridge and led Gus out into the garage and shut the door behind them.

  Gus looked out around the garage and noticed this was Aaron's place of respite. There were comfortable rugs spread across the floor, a large flat screen TV on the wall, and all of Aaron's fishing and camping gear stored neatly around the room. There was a large striper mounted on one wall, a bull red on another, a large mouth and small mouth bass, one on either side of the tv, and a big eye tuna staring down at him from above the doorway they had entered. It was a pretty impressive set up and Gus relaxed a bit as he made his way around the room, looking at all of Aaron's tackle, and admiring the mounts.

  "So where are you off to next weekend naked fisherman? Any big excursions planned?" Aaron asked.

  "Actually, I'll be in town this weekend. I've promised a couple of friends that I'd join them for a cul-du-sac party out in the burbs, meet their families, drink a few beers." Gus replied.

  "That sounds unimaginably exciting, Gus, I wonder how you'll contain yourself," Aaron chuckled.

  "It could end up being exciting, who knows, the guys who invited me out, I met on a naked fishing adventure a couple weeks back, one's an old friend from college, Jake, I've reconnected with, and the other is his sexy fishing buddy, Bill. We had some fun out on the river, they're both married with kids though, so nothing too serious. You should see this guy, Bill, he'd be right up your alley." Gus cracked. "What about you, what do you have going on this weekend, Marine? Anything good?"

  "No big plans here. Mark's family is coming to pick him up tomorrow for a long weekend at the farm. All of the extended family is headed into town for a reunion. I've been invited to join them on Saturday, but told them I'd likely just stay put. I love Mark, but the care taking can become overwhelming and lonely at times," Aaron responded, "Need a date for your cul-du-sac party?"

  "Hmm, perhaps, let me check with my buddies and I'll let you know." Gus said with a smile on his face, "You aren't thinking about a man pile are you Aaron Green?"

  "Haha, well now that you mention it - I have replayed the bits of the story you shared with me last weekend, and have gotten a little hot and bothered by the idea," Aaron responded reaching into a cabinet behind the couch and pulling out what looked like a little stool.

  "Ever seen one of these, Gus Wolfe?" Aaron asked, holding a small metal framed stool with a hole in the middle of it up in the air. The top of the stool was padded and the legs looked like they spread out wide below it, the whole thing couldn't have been more than a foot in height.

  "What is it?" Gus asked.

  "It's a rim chair, Gus, basically, you take your pants off, put this thing over my face, and plop your furry ass down right here, so that I can go to town on you in a comfortable position." Aaron grinned, and reached over and grabbed Gus' growing meat through his jeans. "What do you say? Feel like giving it a try? I haven't used this thing since before the attack, Mark used to love it."

  Aaron's hand worked Gus' growing bulge into a full hard on and within moments the two men had stripped off all of their clothes and were passionately kissing each other rolling around on on the floor. They broke their embrace and Aaron grabbed the rim chair and placed it over his face. "Hop on up, hairy man," He instructed Gus, speaking through the hole in the stool that fit perfectly around his head.

  Gus felt like he was popping a squat in the woods as he let his ass rest on the cushioned stool, his knees bent up toward his face. He used his hands to balance himself by placing them on the ground behind Aaron's head. As he got more comfortable, he felt the first wisps of Aaron's tongue running through his furry crack. His tongue played just with Gus' hair and didn't yet touch his skin, working slowly back and forth through his crack, teasing him. Gus' whole body shivered into goose bumps and he let out a heavy sigh. Aaron brought both of his hands up from the ground and gripped Gus' thighs as he pulled his rolled tongue to meet Gus' puckered pink hole. He worked his tongue clockwise, methodically, across the contracting ridges of Gus' hole until Gus' started to relax and slowly open up for him. Aaron then began a moan-inducing regimen that consisted of one slow twirl of his tongue around the hole, three patient and firm probes into Gus, followed by a full, open mouth sucking of Gus' spread crack into five long tongue strokes from Gus' taint all the way up to the end of his ass. Aaron repeated this ass stimulation program over and over again for ten full minutes. Gus was oozing pre-cum down his pretty dick and moaning with utter delight. He began to slowly stroke himself as Aaron offered him methodical pleasure.

  "Fuck Marine, I'm gonna cum," Gus announced. Hearing this Aaron jammed his tongue as far into Gus as he could muster, and felt his ass constrict around it.

  Gus screamed for each of six blasts of cum that shot from his dick onto Aaron's sexy furry body below him. One spurt landed right in Aaron's pubes, another in his belly button, one on the small 'x' tattoo at Aaron's thigh crease, and the final three, as if they'd been trying to find their aim all along, spurted on to Aaron's raging hard cock. Gus caught his breath and reached down to Aaron's cock and began stroking him, using his fresh cum as lube. Aaron sucked Gus' ass with force as he erupted straight up into the air. Gus leaned forward and swallowed as much of the gushing cum shower as he could, and took Aaron's cock to the base in his mouth. When Aaron started to soften, Gus slid the rim chair out of the way, and laid his head on Aaron's firm furry chest, both of them basking in post-ejaculatory delight.

  "I think you liked the rim chair, Gus Wolfe," Aaron chuckled.

  "I think you're right, Aaron Green," Gus responded, laughing.

  The two lay next to one another for half an hour, running their hands softly through each other's fur while they kissed and cuddled like honeymooners. They were both enamored. Gus sat up and looked down at Aaron, "I've got a lot to think about buddy. I have no doubt that I want you, but I don't know what that looks like, with Mark, and all."

  "Like I said before, Gus, I'll follow your lead. You know where I stand, Mark and I are a package deal. Whether we're fucking and fishing buds, or something more, that is completely up to you. Please ask me anything you want, or any question you're curious about, I'm happy to talk about it."

  "I have so many questions, Aaron," Gus replied.

  "Well go for it, handsome. Nothing is off the table."

  "So you help Mark with everything? Bathing, bathroom, getting in and out of his chair?"

  "Yep. We have a few rings and pulleys hung up around the house in certain places, like above his bed, above the toilet, and in the shower, that he can use to pull himself up and into position for whatever he needs to do. I don't know if you noticed, but his left arm is quite strong, he can lift himself in and out of his chair pretty easily. Took him a couple years to build up the strength and willpower to do it. As far as going to the
bathroom, I don't have to wipe his ass or anything like that anymore, he's got that mastered. Bathing, we've installed a shelf in the shower that he can sit on, and use the shower wand to rinse himself off, I will help him out a lot of the time as it's just easier, but he's gotten more independent."

  "Do you guys sleep in the same bed?" Gus followed.

  "Not usually, no. When he first came home I slept with him every night, and sometimes, when he's having a bad night terror, I'll lay with him and comfort him. He still has some lingering PTSD that rears its head, hell, I do too, but it has become less and less. We have separate rooms, like I told you, he doesn't really remember who we were before the attack, though I've talked to him about it ad nasueum. I think he understands, but the type of romantic love that we shared no longer manifests itself like it used to. I know he cares about me, I can feel it, but it's different now, I don't really know how to explain it. The doctors have told me that he still has full use of his equipment, but the times I've tried anything he pushes me away, so I just stopped trying. I'm not sure if he feels ashamed, or what, I just know that he hasn't wanted me to be with him in that way since he's been home, and I respect that, it doesn't make me love him any less."

  "You're a good man, Aaron Green, a lot of people in your situation would have made different choices. I admire and respect you for the commitment you have for Mark," Gus replied, still feeling as confused as ever about laying naked next to this married man talking about his husband. "Thanks for being open to talking about it, I'm sure I'll have a ton more questions, but I'll save those for next time," Gus smiled, and kissed Aaron's beard, gathering himself from the floor of the garage.

  Gus and Aaron got up, reclothed, finished their beers and headed back into the house. When they got back to the living room, Mark was sitting there with the television on, watching a nature program about the migration of silver salmon in Alaska, he looked over at Aaron and Gus as they walked in. The two of them no doubt smelled of sex - the sweet mixture of sweat, saliva, and cum - and Gus' felt a wave of guilt come over him as he looked at Mark.

  "It was nice to meet you this evening, Mark," Gus said, reaching out with his left hand to shake Mark's hand. Mark took his hand and again held it, and the faint smile Gus' had noticed earlier returned to Mark' face. Mark pulled Gus' hand up toward his mouth and pressed it to his lips before releasing it. Gus looked into Mark's beautiful brown eyes and smiled at him, and then patted him on the shoulder and turned to Aaron.

  "Great seeing you again too, Marine," Gus said, looking at Aaron.

  Aaron gave Gus a lingering bear-hug and kissed him on the mouth, "Great to see you fisherman, don't be a stranger."

  Gus left and headed home. He was so confused and conflicted about what he wanted and what that meant, that he had trouble sleeping that evening. "What have you gotten yourself into," he asked himself, as he stared at the ceiling in his bedroom, waiting for the sunrise.

  Chapter 3

  Gus got out of bed around 5am, having tossed and turned without much sleep. "Fuck it," he thought, and put on a pot of coffee. He opened up his computer and scrolled through some news and social media. Gus plugged his camera into his computer to download his pictures from his past few adventures. He watched as the pictures appeared on his computer, he'd captured some amazing sunrises, stunning sunsets, images of bodies of water that had treated him well, a few nice fish, and then there was Aaron. The last picture was of the two of them kissing. Gus smiled looking at the picture and grabbed his phone. He transferred that picture over and sent it via text to Aaron.

  "Good morning handsome."

  "You're up early," Aaron replied. "That's a sweet picture bud, thanks for sharing."

  "I didn't get much sleep last night. Been thinking about you. Hope you have a great day," Gus responded.

  "Hope you do too. Getting Mark some breakfast and all packed up for the long weekend. I'll call you later furry man."

  Gus turned back to his computer and opened up the Facebook invite from Jake and Bill to join them at their cul-du-sac party on Saturday. He'd been in a group message with the two of them discussing it and had let them know back on Monday, that he'd be glad to come. He re-opened the group message and typed:

  "Hey guys, hope your weeks are going well. Just wanted to see if I could bring a friend with me to your party this weekend. His name is Aaron, he's one of my fishing buddies and I think you guys would like him. Let me know. See y'all Saturday either way. Cheers!"

  Gus posted a couple sunsets to his Facebook page, then hit the shower and headed into the office early. When he arrived and got set up at his work station, he'd received a message from Jake. "Your friend, Aaron, is more than welcome, these parties are pretty low key and come and go, look forward to seeing you on Saturday."

  The work day proceeded in run of the mill fashion for Gus. He checked off every item on his to do list and left the office right at 5pm to head home. On his way, his phone rang, it was Aaron.

  "Hey Aaron, how are you?"

  "Doing well bubba, how bout you?"

  "On the way home from work, hey, I reached out to my buddies about their little get together in the burbs this weekend, if you still want to be my date they're all for it."

  "I'd love to join you - what time on Saturday?"

  "Starts at 2pm, maybe we could get some lines wet before then?"

  "I'd love to get some fishing in this weekend, Gus, we could head down to the river and see what we can hook up on if you like."

  "Sounds good to me - did you get Mark all packed up and prepared for his family reunion this weekend?"

  "Sure did, his mom and sister came and picked him up this afternoon, he should be on the porch relaxing by now. I've been getting laundry done, and the house in order. Just wrapped up with chores. What are you up to this evening Gus Wolfe?"

  "Just headed home, probably ordering some Chinese take out for dinner and and having a low key evening. Care to join me?"

  "I'd love to, send me your address and I'll head your way in an hour or so if that works."

  "Will do - see you in a little while, Marine."

  Gus got home and immediately began to clean his place. It had been a while since he'd had anyone one over. He emptied the sink of the weeks worth of coffee cups and dirty dishes, wiped down his countertops, and fluffed the pillows on his well worn couch. He opened up his windows to let in the cool evening breeze and even ran a vacuum over his living room rug. Gus ran upstairs and put a fresh set of sheets on his bed, and wiped the countertops in his bathroom as well. He emptied his trash cans and took a bag out into his alley, and right as he came back in, his doorbell rang. Aaron was there.

  Gus smiled from ear to ear as he opened the door, and the Marine pressed his smile right into Gus' kissing him as he entered his home. "Hello handsome," Aaron said.

  "Hi there, Marine," Gus responded, kissing him one more time on the mouth.

  Aaron looked around Gus' place. Inside the front door was the living room, with a fireplace, long couch, recliner and coffee table. Above the mantle on the fireplace was a large mounted red drum hanging over the top of ten or so picture frames that were perched atop the hearth. All of the pictures were of sunsets in different landscapes. Through the living room was the kitchen and dining room. A large butcher block island with a couple of stools around it separated the two open rooms. Across the dining room wall were five more mounts: a small mouth, a rainbow trout, a striped bass, a silver salmon, and a tarpon. "Those are some nice fish, Gus Wolfe."

  "Thank you, each of them has it's own story," Gus replied, "I'm hungry, here's the menu of the place I order from, let me know what you want and I'll call in the order."

  Aaron decided on his choice and Gus called in the order, then opened the fridge to grab each of them a beer. The two men stood around Gus' butcher block and talked.

  "So, I don't see any pictures of people in here, do you have a family Gus?" Aaron asked.

  "I do, but I don't see them or speak to them often. When it
became clear that I wasn't going to marry a woman after college, they got the picture that I was gay. While we've not spoken about it directly, my parents have always been religious conservatives, and have often spoken poorly about gay people so we pretty much avoid each other outside of an obligatory holiday or birthday call. It never fails that when we speak, they always asked if I've found a nice woman yet. When I say no, they change the subject to the weather, or family happenings. I have one brother, who lives out in Alaska with his wife and two kids, who I'd be closer with if we lived closer. That silver salmon right there came from the last trek I made out to Alaska to see him. He's a good guy and has a caring family. He knows I'm gay, and has never treated me differently," Gus responded.

  "I'm sorry to hear that your parents aren't supportive of you, I definitely know the feeling. My parents were the same way when I first came out. They wanted to send me to treatment camp, but I avoided that by getting a girlfriend in high school who I brought around often to keep the closet closed. Her name was Valerie, and she's now married to her wife of 10 years and happy as a clam. We both needed each other as cover, and so it worked out perfectly for a time. I enlisted the day I turned 18 to get on with my life. I have one brother too, he lives not far from here, he's a local cop, but we don't speak. When he found out that I married Mark, he sent me a bunch of religious pamphlets and begged me to repent and save my soul from the abomination of homosexuality and the eternal damnation that awaits me. I speak to my parents on important dates briefly and at a surface level, and they've come around somewhat, but are no where near as supportive as Mark's family has always been with me. They accepted me the day they met me, and have been the family I never had," Aaron shared.