Fisherman's Friend Chapter 3 by mike loggerman Chatterman36@aol.com
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As spring came, Mikey wanted to build us a cabin home. We stayed in the trailer during construction, but several of our friends helped with construction and materials. Since they worked mostly weekends, it took about six months to complete.
The electrician was a backwoods guy with red hair named Stan. Stan worked a few hours before he would come visit me in the trailer. He loved being felt all over, and getting sucked. He joked and said he never did a job for fuck equity before. The sight of his flaming red bush excited me. His big hard cock felt incredible inside me. He liked fucking me long and slow, and shooting inside me.
The guy who hung the drywall was a guy who was married named Jack. He was skinny and tattooed, but well hung. He finished the drywall in two weekends. He liked the idea of fucking a guy, and used my ass frequently.
Mikey put in the flagstone floor himself. Mikey had put on some weight, mostly around his belly. He was concerned I might drop him for a thinner guy. I kissed him as I felt his smooth belly and I slid my hand down his shorts, stroking his cock. I said I get fucked by a lot of guys, but I have only one man I love and consider my husband. Mikey kissed me as he slid his cock inside me and said he loved me.
We built the cabin with a large center room with a fireplace, and three other rooms and a kitchen. Mikey and I took the largest of the rooms as our bedroom, another as an actual guest room, and a third as a play room. The play room had a large bed and a sling.
We moved the trailer further from the river and kept it as a rental. I was hoping to get some gay renters and had ideas for a gay village. That never panned out. We charged a modest rent that gave us a boost in our monthly budget.
Mikey had been busy with his old English teacher. He loved Mikey's big, thick cock inside him, and Mikey loved filling him with cum. Mikey moved in with him.
I really missed Mikey. I was thinking about him one evening, when Tim, a local cop knocked on my door. He was muscular with a shaved head and a large bulge in his pants. He said he was driving by and thought I might need a body cavity search. I felt his bulge and said he would need to probe deeply.
We got undressed and I sucked Tim's sweaty cock while I felt his muscular body. I buried my face in his hairy taint as his cock dripped. He tongue kissed me as he ran his fingers over my hole. I lay back as he thrust his big thick cock inside me. I moaned as he fucked hard and deep. As usual, he made me cum without touching myself. After I sucked his cock clean, I asked why I never get arrested. Tim smiled and said too many locals would be upset, and they consider what I do a public service.
One afternoon I was sitting on my deck, and a kid who looked about 17 who had been fishing came over. He seemed nervous, and asked if I serviced guys. I looked at his hairy chin and armpits and asked if he just wanted me to service his rod and reel, or was he interested in deep sea fishing. He asked if he could have both. I said yes, but I'd have to check out his equipment first. I took him to the play room and had him get undressed. He had a strong musky scent. I felt his hairy armpits. He liked it so I licked them and sucked his tits. I got on my knees and felt his hairy thighs as I sucked his balls. I licked his hairy taint, which excited us both. I held his narrow hips as I sucked his cock. He watched as his cock disappeared in my mouth. He said he was getting close and I stopped. I let him relax as I massaged his body. We lay on the bed and he rubbed my hole with his fingers. He got between my legs and thrust his cock inside me. He moaned as he pounded me. I wrapped my legs around his and felt his chest as he pounded me. He thrust his cock inside me hard as he emptied his load in me. He kept his cock inside me and said he didn't realize a guy could make him feel that food. He pulled his cock out of me and I sucked his cock clean.
He said his name was Tank. I asked when he had to be home. He said he was living in a tent downstream. I said he could stay overnight if he wanted. He was glad.
I learned that Tank came from a large but poor family, and he left home when he was 17, and had been living in a tent, and eating fish he caught. He wasn't good looking, and he was lonely.
After dinner, we showered together. As we showered, Tank soaped my body and seemed to enjoy it. He liked us sharing our intimate places. I took him to my bedroom and massaged him and he massaged me. I pressed my lips to his and tongue kissed him. He kissed me back. He was hungry for affection. He hesitated and then sucked my cock. I warned him I was getting ready to cum, but he kept sucking and swallowed my load. He got between my legs and thrust his cock inside me. He fucked me slowly, saying he wanted it to last. I loved feeling his semi hairy body against mine, and he kissed me as he pounded me. His cock throbbed as he shot his load inside me. After he pulled out, I wrapped my arm around him. He snuggled against me, and I had the feeling he needed affection, and was not just using me to get off.
In the morning, I got up and Tank was gone. I walked into the kitchen, and Tank was there. He made us coffee, and cooked breakfast. I was glad and sat down. Tank seemed sad. He said he was so alone in the tent, and he felt so good with me. I said if he was interested in staying, we could take it on a day by day basis, and see how things worked out. He was happy.
From what he told me, Tank didn't have a great life with his family. He did a lot of chores, but there was no time for affection. His dad worked in a coal mine and did double shifts. His parents were the ones to tell him to move out and find his own way. I asked if he ever had a girlfriend, but he said he was never that interested in girls.
After breakfast, he went back to his tent, got his stuff, and put it in my shed. I always had things that needed to be done since Mikey left, and Tank got to work on them.
It wasn't just that Tank needed a place, there was something very tender and kind about him. The more I got to know him, the more I liked him. Tank was very horny, and we had sex often. He liked using the sling in the playroom. I noticed that he loved us spending more time massaging and caressing each other. I realized Tank was in love with me. I had always guarded myself from love, because it ended with pain, but with Tank, I couldn't help myself.
He loved eating my pussy before and after he fucked me, and I loved licking his taint. We only showered every other day so we could enjoy each other's scent.
Tank was fucking me at least four times a day. I stopped servicing other guys and they stopped coming by.
We made our living arrangement permanent. We were happy.
About a year passed, and I heard from Mikey. He and his teacher were getting married, and he wanted me to come. I was happy for him, but I had a certain amount of sadness. Mikey was special to me. I talked to Tank about it. He understood and asked if I wanted him to come. I said I really needed him there for support.
I told Tank, I didn't have family. He said his family didn't care if he was with a man. He said his father's brother was gay, but he hadn't seen him in years. He said he was named after him. I laughed and said you have an Uncle Tank? He laughed and said his real name is Sherman, but everyone called him Tank. I sometimes called him Sherman, but mainly stuck with Tank.
I called Mikey and said we would be there. Tank and I got dressed up which nececitated a shopping trip for Tank. We got to the city hall. Mikey and I hugged each other, while Tank and Mikey's husband stared at each other in open mouthed shock. I asked what was going on. Tank introduced me to his Uncle Sherman, the man Mikey was marrying. Tank and I started laughing, and then I hugged Uncle Sherm. The four of us smiled through the whole ceremony. We went out to dinner afterwards, and Tank caught up with his uncle, as I did with Mikey. Now we were even more family.
I had met Sherm before, but I had no idea he was related to Tank. After we got home, Tank undressed me and felt me all over as he kissed my neck. He moved down my chest and stomach and sucked my cock. I lay back enjoying it. He loved blowing me and eating my cum before he fucked me. After he swallowed my cum, he slipped his cock inside me, kissing me as he moved in and out. He said we should get married. I asked why. He said he wanted us to belong to each other. I said we already do. He thrust harder and faster, and seeded me. We cuddled and fell asleep.
In the morning, Tank asked why I was so hesitant about getting married. I said I do love him very much, but I have friends who I really enjoy fucking me. I said maybe he would enjoy fucking uncle Sherm or someone else sometime.
Tank was rubbing me all over. He said he wouldn't mind my friends fucking me sometimes. I asked why he wanted to get married then. He slid his cock inside me, and said that we'd be family. I kissed him as he pounded me.
That evening, officer Tim came by after his shift and we went to the playroom. I enjoyed the slow thrusts of his big cock deep inside me. After he seeded me, I told him Tank and I were looking to get married and we needed someone to do the ceremony. Tim looked stunned, but I told him he could still fuck me whenever he wanted. As I sucked his cock clean, he said he was also a justice of the peace, and he could do it. I said I would like that.
Tank and I planned a small ceremony in the cabin. We invited Sherm and Mikey. Several fishermen showed up. It was a weird thing, getting married in a room full of guys, where most of them had fucked me.
We invited Sherm and Mikey to spend the weekend honeymooning with us. It went unspoken, but we swapped partners. Tank and Sherm were excited to explore each other and fuck, and I was hungry for Mikey's big, thick cock inside me.
After the weekend, we hugged and planned to have more family gatherings.