"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.
"Wow. Religion sure does some fucked up shit to people, doesn't it? I'm glad Mark's family has been kind. After I got out of college, I decided to live the life I wanted and do what I needed for my own happiness. I've been in and out of two longer-term relationships with men that I learned a lot from, both about myself, and about other people. When the second one ended, a few years back, is when I started my naked fishing adventures. And now, here you are Aaron Green, standing in my kitchen, having me acting like a giddy school girl, wanting to have a relationship with a married man," Gus said as he smiled, and leaned across the island to steal another kiss from Aaron.
"Aww, you like me back," Aaron replied, "I'm glad to hear that, sexy man. You know my circumstances, so what does this look like to you?"
"I've been thinking about it, too much probably," Gus responded, "And today at work it hit me. It looks just like this, like you and me spending time together, getting to know each other, having hot hairy man sex, going fishing, and seeing how things continue to proceed. I enjoyed meeting Mark, and would like to continue spending time with the both of you, understanding y'alls routine, and being with you with Mark to make sure I get a sense of how he's responding to all of this as well. If last night is any indication, he doesn't seem to have any anger toward me, and that's a good thing. I can't get you out of my head, no matter how much I try, and I'm just going to accept that. I want to be around you, to learn about you, to eat your cooking and your ass, both, as often as possible," Gus chuckled.
"That sounds like a plan to me," Aaron responded, undoing his belt and pulling his pants down. His furry ass plopped out of his jeans and he smacked it a couple times jokingly and rested his elbows on the island. Gus walked over behind Aaron and grabbed two large handfuls of Aaron's butt, squeezing and caressing him. Aaron sighed as Gus played with him and said, "If you want any of that you better get to it Gus Wolfe, I can't vouch for myself after Chinese takeout," Aaron laughed.
Gus dropped to his knees and spread Aaron's ass cheeks apart, and began repeating some of the techniques that had been used on him the night prior. He was glad that Aaron enjoyed eating ass as much as he did, it truly was one of his favorite things. Gus ate Aaron's hole for ten minutes, until the ring of the doorbell interrupted them. Aaron stood there, pants around his ankles, and watched Gus wipe off his face and beard as he made his way to the front door. Gus reached down the front of his jeans and pulled his cock up behind his belt to hide his bulge from the delivery driver. Aaron was still standing naked, hard on fully erect, when Gus walked back into the kitchen with the paper bag full of food. Gus set the food on the counter and made his way back to Aaron's sweet hole, "I'm not quite ready for you to eat yet, Marine, give me a couple more minutes."
"By all means," Aaron replied, and resumed his accepting position. Gus tongued him some more, and used his bushy beard to tease Aaron's ass hairs and the back side of his ball sack. Gus inserted one finger into Aaron, and after a few probes, a second. Aaron was moaning softly in delight as Gus rose to his feet behind him and undid his belt and jeans, still working Aaron's prostate with one hand. Aaron felt Gus' fingers escape and the tip of Gus' throbbing manhood replace them between his cheeks. Gus spit on his cock right where it connected with Aaron's beautiful asshole and pushed carefully into him. Aaron moaned loudly, "Yeah buddy, fuck me good," Aaron said loudly, looking up to notice that all the windows in the house were wide open. He didn't care, and Gus' didn't seem to mind either.
Gus proceeded slowly, making certain he'd cause Aaron no pain, and that he'd enjoy his time inside of his Marine. Aaron's ass encased Gus' dick perfectly, offering a softness and warmth that felt like home. Gus picked up the pace and within a couple minutes he was pounding Aaron over the side of his butcher block island. Aaron's dick was dripping lines of sticky pre-cum down onto Gus' wood floor, and his deep voice grunted moans of passion each time Gus bottomed out inside of him. Gus backed off his deep pounding to stave off orgasm, and popped out of Aaron. "Why don't you hop on up there, Marine, I'll join you," Gus encouraged.
