And they wanked. Mostly themselves, but occasionally each other, complimenting each other on having rather nice cocks. They both managed to get off another two times — probably from the novelty of getting honest with each other — before they decided it was time to knock off and head to bed. By previous arrangement, John had the master bedroom and Harry had the front guest room.
Despite the alcohol, Harry had trouble falling asleep, mostly due to the images of sucking John, and fantasizing about doing it again. Plus wondering what it would be like to get blown by John. That, and wondering about doing more. He’d sodomized Jimmy, at Jimmy’s request, and had played around with anilingus. But he’d never had a cock up his bum and wondering about John doing him, and him doing John, had him severely distracted. He did, finally, manage to fall asleep only to have the alarm wake him for some early morning fishing.
John, on the other hand, fell asleep easily to pleasant thoughts about how to return the favor of Harry’s sucking him, and hopefully getting buggered by Harry… he really liked it up the ass. There was so much fun to be had with each other, if they could keep it easy and not let any hang-ups get in the way. When his alarm woke him for early morning fishing, he decided to be the civilized host and make sure breakfast, with the all important coffee, was ready for Harry when he got up.
[Saturday]
At breakfast, they talked about the fish, what baits were best, whether they should keep and freeze any, what the weather was going to be and whether to fish through it when the rains came on Sunday… anything and everything except sex.
“I don’t know why it has to get so damned hot right before the rains come,” John was grousing as they got their gear set up at the end of the pier. “I probably need to invest in some of those big shade umbrellas and stick ’em at the end, here.”
Harry chuckled. “If you’re going to do that, you might as well put up a tent down here, so you could fish through the rain! You know, three sides and a roof with an awning out over the water.”
“Not a bad idea,” John told him thoughtfully. That surprised Harry… he’d meant it as a joke.
“We must really be getting old if you’re seriously thinking about enclosing the pier so you can fish from it,” he told John. John just snorted.
“Okay, I’ve gotta go back up and get the cooler. Anything else you want before we settle in to drowning worms?”
“I’m fine, John, thanks,” Harry told him, setting up his tackle and baiting his line.
“Be right back,” John told him and took off.
Wonder what it’s like when ‘the kids’ are around, Harry thought as he settled into his chair, flicking his line out into the water. Must be a madhouse. Entertaining, I’m sure… but still a madhouse. He was already on his third cast when John showed up with the cooler. John opened it, pulled out a couple of beers, put one over by Harry and turned to setting up his pole.
The two old friends fell into the quiet routine of fishing, just as they had always done when alone together, usually in the boat. Conversation was minimal at first as they settled into the rhythm of trying to trick the fish. It was probably a good half hour before John broke the silence.
“Damn fish are getting smarter every year,” he groused.
“Maybe we’re just getting worse,” Harry suggested. “Although, to be honest, it’s never been about the fish as much as the quiet and solitude, bites or no bites. As crazy as life has been, it’s these kinds of times that recharge the soul.”
“Maybe,” John nodded. “But I still like having to land the sonofabitch. I’ll grant you, though, this kind of quiet comes at a premium since the kids started taking over. We were lucky to get this weekend. I had to tell them this was my weekend, and not to set foot in the bloody County! Otherwise, you’d be treated to a lot more stimulation than I think you’d want. Those walking pheromone factories can really put a twist on you.”
“I was wondering about that,” Harry told him as he looked at his hook and decided to re-bait it. “I know why I’m hornier than hell… but you sure seem to be, too. I’d think with all the ‘pheromone factories’ around, as you put it, you’d be well taken care of.” Harry put his line back out into the water.
“I am, sort of,” John admitted. “But there’s something different with you. Not sure what. When the kids are screwing around it’s all a bunch of fun and games. Yeah, I can get sex, but not like it’s intimate or anything. That was the thing with Betsy… she and I had clicked on an emotional level I don’t have with the kids. So with the kids, it’s mindless fucking. With you, to be brutally honest, there’s some kind of emotional attraction that goes back a long time. Screwing around with you last night had me, and has me, cranked.”
“Thank God I’m not the only one,” Harry muttered as he jigged his line back in. The two men fell back into silence as they sat on the pier, each couched in his own thoughts.
The sun was close to overhead when John suggested they take a break for lunch. He had cold cut sandwiches and some fresh fruit up at the house, so they decided to just leave all their gear at the pier and head to the house. That’s when Harry found out Madge had texted him.
Hope all is well and the fish aren’t winning, she’d sent. Sophia was looking for you. I don’t know why. I told her you were with John. Love you.
Harry commented to John about getting texted, then sent her, so far it’s a tie. Have her text me if it’s urgent. You can show me your expanded garden when I get back. Love you, too. Oh, John says Hi and sends his best.