Happy Retirement: Gone Fishing

41 years of working for the United States Postal Service had finally come to an end.   

"We appreciate you Ben.   We love you, and you can never, ever be duplicated," said from Sherry, as my team joined me at my retirement party.

For 41 years, a chunk of my life revolved around mail, as I started out as an aloof temp worker at 22, sorting envelopes and packages to feed my weed high. I wasn't too sure what to do with my life then, but  I came on time each morning and left late most days, getting paid $3.35 an hour, working hard when the manager of office at the time liked what he saw, and offered me a gig. I dropped my habit and became an official government employee, and the rest was history which led to me being badgered via text from Tim on my first day as a retiree.

"Get your ass out of bed, or run the risk of missing the trip," Tim stated.

For the first time in over four decades I would wake up on a weekday not to go to work.  

"Get your hands off your cock, take a shower, and get across the street with us," he added, as he was pressuring me.

This day would be the beginning of a new chapter, the part where I could finally relax, kick my feet up and deal with what I wanted to.   I was no longer obligated to serving in the capacity of which I did and for that, I was happy, though I cried like my granddaughter the night before for I knew this time had come.   

"Get your ass out of bed, and then act retired," Tim messaged minutes later.

I was dragging ass as I rose out of bed, and looked through my blinds across the street, seeing Tim and our buddy Kurt, packing items into Tim's RV for our fishing trip.   I'd jump into the shower, and an hour later walked across the street to Tim's, to be greeted with high fives and hugs by the duo before I finished help load the goods.

"All bait and tackle?   Check."

"Snacks?   Check."

"Cold beer, and cigars?   Check."

Kurt and I were doing inventory while Tim was in the house getting some things in order before rolling.

"Guys, help me get the chairs and the tent?   You know, just in case, we stay overnight," Tim yelled from in the house.

We grabbed the items from his garage, and he'd lock up his house before we all filed into the burnt orange and white Pace Arrow to trek.   Tim cranked the diesel engine, and it made the bus-like vehicle shudder slightly before giving out a large purr.   The large vehicle had enough space up front for Kurt and I to sit as passengers, with me in the middle, and Kurt to the right, while Tim shifted gears to put it in drive. We left out of Tim's driveway literally above everyone else, the three of us cruising down the quiet street like top notch celebrities.   Tim programmed the stereo to have Toby Keith was blaring across the speakers, and Kurt pulled out three cigars, passing me one to give to Tim, and for myself before he passed around a lighter.

"Welcome to the other side, Bennnnnnn," he yelled as we puffed during the ride.

I made it. All my hard work paid off to where I could hang with the fellas, that energy he exhibited resonating with me as a tear rolled down my eye with us coincidentally rolling past my old postal office.

"33 years at that place," I yelled over the music.

They both tapped my knee as "support" as we'd hit the interstate en route to  Lake Austin, where we would cast our reels. An hour later Tim would maneuver to what would be a secret fishing hole on the lake, backed by woods.   Tim twisted and turned that steering wheel with ease, and shifted accordingly as he showed his skills from being a former trucker, and taking us through the countryside to park where we set up shop at a shoreline bordered by big rocks.

"We're here gentlemen," he said as he cut off the engine.

The three of us high fived each other, then headed to the middle of the vehicle to exit, and unpack our items.   It was the perfect day for this being it was around 60 degrees Fahrenheit at 9 a. m. with a slight wind, plenty of sun and blue clouds blanketing the atmosphere. We unloaded the hold of our things, and propped the chairs on the nearby rocks, then faked out the bait and tackle in the same area before I grabbed one six pack, and some jerky for us.   Minutes later we got comfortable in our chairs, and cast our reels for the sake of nabbing catfish.

"Didn't see you load your line," I said to Kurt.   You using the squid, or the chicken filets?"

He gave me a look and smiled as if I asked the wrong question, then turned his head, and continued puffing his cigar while concentrating on the water.   I kept quiet after, and so would Tim as the three of us were competing to see who'd catch the first one.

"Wheeeewwwwwwwwww baby, dang nab it, here we go," yelled Kurt.   

He reeled in a nice fatty to unhook, then added another bait, and cast the reel again.   The numbers would increase for our trio as Lake Austin on this day was good to us.   Three hours later the temperatures rose, and the sun beamed a little harder when we decided to take a break, and tally what we caught.

"33," said Tim after counting twice.

We were lucky enough to keep all of what we caught, with the plan to filet, divide, and freeze all of the haul. I was happy as a lark since my first day retired seemed to get better, especially with hanging with two of my best buds.

"Think we should take a little break," said Tim as the spring sun turned even brighter and the heat was more rampant.

We'd enter the RV for a bit to perhaps cool off, I thought.

"So are you enjoying your new reality so far," Tim asked as we walked into the vehicle.

He took his shirt off and tossed it on the floor, and the three of us would go into the living room of the large vehicle.

"Fantastic if I can catch fish like that," I answered as I sat on one couch.

Tim would sit on the other, and Kurt deciding to cop a squat in between us on the carpeted floor.   

"If my new reality involves me not having to get up early on purpose, and I can do this regularly, then I could reallyget used to this," I told him.

Kurt, too, would then take his shirt off and I would notice their hairy chests.   I took an extra glance at Kurt while I fantasized about his nipples, the little pink balls standing out on his semi flabby, salt and pepper haired chest.   I wanted to verbalize my admiration of his nice tits, and that hairy gut with the big navel, and possibly nice, fat man's cock complimenting it all under those jeans of his. I took a glance at Tim, too, for at 64, looked as if he was 34 with his in-shape body.  

"How often do you work out," I asked Tim.

"You know I'm in the gym five days out of the week," he told me as I spotted his smooth, chiseled chest, and those gorgeous abs.

"You get your ass up, and you can look like this, too."

Tim was arrogant about being a serious gym rat, and he did often ask me to work out with him, for he knew of my quest to knock off a few pounds.   I loved his smooth body, and wanted nothing more than to rub my tongue across that six pack, but I kept cool, and enjoyed that white smile, and those blue eyes, as he was the most perfectly built guy I knew.   I got off the couch to grab more beer and snacks, and came back shortly to find them both rubbing their sexy chests.

"What?   You too good to take your shirt off, retiree," Tim asked as he looked up at me and smiled.

"Yeah.   Don't be embarrassed.   We've all got dad bods," Kurt said as that made me snicker.

Tim gave him a look of disgust as I handed them both the goods, then pulled my shirt over my head before sitting down. I laid back on the couch while an old episode of Family Feud played.   Kurt and Tim went back and forth bantering on Steve Harvey, and I was sipping my beer, just enjoying the moment when I noticed Kurt crawling over to me.

"What, goofball," I asked.

He was looking into my eyes while grinning.

"You giving me a massage?"

"Not exactly," he said as he rubbed my left knee, and around the bottom end of my femur.   

He rubbed it in a circle as I had shorts on, and we kept eye contact, with me beginning to get hard.

"What is it you're trying to accomplish," I asked.

He had a slightly firm touch grabbing and massaging at the same time. Kurt, like me, played with guys, but he never expressed he wanted to play with me, so this was magical.   I would then focus my eyes at that thick pubed platform with those nipples, while he continued to tease me.

"You seem to like it," Tim said from across the space.   "Your cock is hard."

"Can you tell," I responded.

Kurt went further by placing his right hand in my left shorts' cuff, then slipping it to the seat of my underwear.  

"Yeah, you like it," Tim said as I moaned, and leaned my head back.

"Damnit Kurt," I uttered as it been a long time since someone touched me.

He caressed my big, hairy balls, then he began to stroke my cock in my shorts.

"Maybe Ben needs his shorts to come off," Tim said.

I looked to see Tim come off the couch, then take off his own pants and crawl over.   I turned my eye on Kurt as I raised my legs, and he pulled down my shorts.   For a moment I wondered if we really came out here to fish, or if these two just wanted to get their paws, and mouths, on me.   

"Let me adjust myself," I told Kurt, and I would sit up, and turn my body to where my knees were facing the both of them.   

Kurt used his hands to push at my inner thighs, prying them apart as he crawled closer, then put his mouth on my throbbing cock.   Tim crawled to my right, and placed his hand at the back of Kurt's scalp to push it down where Kurt's mouth landed on my cock.

"Suck him, Kurt," he said, and I felt that warm mouth hug my prick with Kurt's lips surrounding my shaft.  

I closed my eyes and received this heaven like treatment from Kurt, with occasional swipes of his tongue at my manhood as this was instant ecstasy. I would feel Tim squeeze my nipples as that revved my engine more.

"Yeah buddy, welcome to retirement," Tim whispered as he pleasured my chest, doing my nipples and massaging my hairy tits.

Kurt's big, bearded mouth slobbered my cock as I couldn't remember the last time I was so stiff.

"Oh guys, I needed this," I wailed.

"What else do you need, baby," Kurt asked.

I raised my feet into the air, and Kurt in turn let go of my cock, and took to my balls, pulling the skin with his teeth, before sucking each sphere individually, then collectively.  

"Oh my God, please don't stop," begged of Kurt.

Tim let go of my nipples to go lower and wedge himself between my thighs to get beside Kurt.  

"Oh man, guys," I cried out as they both were sucking my cock, and I never experienced two people at once doing this simultaneously.

With me seeing two sets of lips caressing my pole, and two tongues licking the slit of my tip, I started to pull my nipples.   I was going crazy being worshipped like this, for no lovers ever took me to these heights.

"Holy fuck that's hot," I said as I'd see their tongues tangle on my cock.

"No, you're hot," Tim said to me.

Tim would raise his face, and allowed Kurt to blow me down to my hairy base, then Kurt would pause to allow Tim to do the same as they went back and forth.

The sensation of two different mouths squeezing my cock, coupled with both of them massaging my big hairy balls had me moaning while I was in another stratosphere. I was trying my best to keep my composure, but they had me so close at this point.

"Get some catfish, and get some cock," Tim said to Kurt.

They both snickered in a lewd way, and I was getting closer as I began to squirm when Kurt tightened his grip and began moaning. Tim managed to slip his tongue in my ass and that set it off, with me screaming as my body jostled, and I released my hot sperm in Kurt's mouth. Tim's tongue touched my rosebud and I lost complete control as the climax hit me like a freight train.

"You greedy bitch, give me some," Tim said to Kurt as Kurt took in my cum.

Kurt turned his head to Tim to kiss, and share my baby batter as I watched.

"You fuckers are amazing," I said in the aftermath.

"We just wanted you to hang with the guys on your first day of freedom," Tim said.

This was by far the hottest experience I'd been through, but it posed questions.   

How long had Kurt and Tim had it for me?   

Did they practice on other guys?

They rose to their feet, with Tim going to the bathroom, and Kurt going to stretch out on the other couch.

"Safe to say we've got enough fish for today," Kurt said with a snicker.

He'd fall asleep minutes later, and Tim would come to me, and kiss me heartily.

"Old man, you've got some sweet cum," he said to me.

It wouldn't be the last time I fed him, on even that day as we never went back outside and had an oral carousel.