Fishing

When people talk about going fishing, they're usually talking about one of two kinds. One is when sportsmen stand in a river and recast their lines every minute, trying to catch as many fish as possible. The other kind, the one you and your friends always do, is when you go to a lake, cast your lines in, stick a bell on the rods, and spend the rest of your time lounging and drinking while you wait for the strike.

Needless to say, today you two are going to be doing a lot more than just drinking, but the work comes first. Once you untangle your perpetually tangled lines and cast the bait into the lake, you move to setup the tent while Bob gets a fire going. Soon the meat is cooking while you're both splayed out in your chairs, enjoying a smoke in the fresh mountain wilderness. Then the food is ready and you knock back your first drinks, toasting to your relationship.

"Best friends forever."

"Why don't you get down on your knees and show me you really mean it, friend?" You ask.

"Why is it my turn?"

"Because it was your toast."

Not requiring a lot of convincing, Bob seems happy to obey. But just as he fishes your cock out of the pants, you hear a ringing.

"I got it!" He yells, running over to the lake. Unfortunately, the fish breaks free.

"Damn, looks like you know not to be a fisherman when you grow up."

"You're saying it's my fault? Who cast the line in?" He laughs.

Throughout the rest of the day, it seems like the fish are a bunch of horny perverts trying to get a peek at your fucking. Because every time you start, one of them takes the bait. You catch a huge sunfish while balls deep inside Bob's ass, and he catches a nice catfish while you're pleasing him with your mouth.

Your luck continues throughout the day until you retire to the tent in the evening, when the mosquitoes start to swarm. Close and warm, you fall asleep huddled together in a 69 position, cocks in mouth, showing how much you love each other.

But it's in the morning when you find out how much he really loves you. You wake up to the feeling of his full, warm lips on yours, gently tugging away. They're both seemingly afraid to wake you, and afraid not to enjoy it.

For a brief moment you feel elated, but then you start to think: sex was sex - something I could rationalize as horny friends getting off - but this... this is something different.