When I got home on Sunday evening, I greeted my parents and sister. I took care of my things, putting my dirty clothes in the washing machine and a bag of fillets in the freezer. I decided to wait before starting the washer until after I showered. I finished in the bathroom dressed in sweat pants and a tee-shirt, then went downstairs. Mom called me into the kitchen, telling me dinner was ready.
"How was the fishing trip?" Dad said as we ate.
"It was great. I caught a few walleyes, then grilled the fish we caught for dinner. Mark and Hank sent some fish home with me. I put it in the freezer," I said.
"I love fresh fish. I'll cook some this week," Mom said.
While we ate, I told my parents and sister about the trip. As I explained how we fished, Dad asked questions. Mom laughed when I told them about the rustic cabin.
After dinner, Jill and I took care of the dishes. Standing at the sink, she nudged me with her shoulder and grinned.
"So, did you have fun with my boyfriends?" Jill said.
"It was a blast, Jill. Mark and Hank invited me to go again," I said.
I didn't know whether or not she talked with Mark or Hank. And if she did, I didn't know what they told her.
"That's cool, Josh. Mark said they're going to take Amy and me one of these weekends."
"I think you'd like fishing, Jill. It's a lot of fun. I learned how to drive the boat while we were up north," I said.
"Amy said she's gone fishing with her brother, but she's never been to the cabin. She told me the boys didn't take girls there, but Hank said he would take us," Jill said.
"As I said at dinner, the cabin is rustic. There's only one big room, and the bathroom doesn't provide much privacy," I said.
Jill chuckled and shrugged her shoulders. "It doesn't bother me."
Laughing, I said, "No, I don't imagine it would."
My sister and I finished taking care of the kitchen. Then I went to the laundry room to move my clothes from the washer to the dryer. Jill went to the family room to watch television with our parents.
When I walked into the family room, I saw Jill sitting on the couch with her phone. I could tell she was texting with someone. When she saw me, she smiled.
"I'm going to head to bed. It's been a long weekend," I said.
"Have a good night, Josh. We'll see you in the morning," Mom said.
I went to my room, stretched out on my bed, and picked up a magazine about fishing I bought. As I flipped through the pages, I checked the ads for boats and tackle. I decided to buy my own gear and planned to ask Mark and Hank to help me. After reading for an hour, I turned off my lamp and rolled onto my back.
As I reminisced about my initiation into Mark and Hank's fishing club, my cock flexed. I removed my sweat pants and stroked my dick as I thought about giving Mark and Hank blowjobs. Grinning, I remembered the feeling of having a hard cock in my mouth and the taste of their cum. My cock hardened while I pumped my hand up and down the shaft. Closing my eyes, I relived the sensation of my new friends sucking me.
Thinking about my sexual preferences, I realized having oral sex with Mark and Hank was just as enjoyable as what I'd done with a girl. I missed the kissing and touching I enjoyed with a female, but sucking cock held a close second.
When I came, I caught my semen in my left hand, then licked the thick cum from my palm while thinking about the difference in taste between Mark's, Hank's, and mine. While similar, each was unique.
I removed my tee-shirt and pulled the covers over my naked body. Since sleeping naked at the cabin, I decided I liked the feeling.
The next morning, I sat at the table, having breakfast. Jill came into the kitchen, poured a cup of coffee, and joined me.
"I texted with Amy last night. She wants to know when you're going to ask her out?" Jill said.
Shrugging my shoulders, I finished my mouthful of cereal. "I don't know. Maybe I'll ask her out this weekend," I said.
"Hank and Mark are taking me to a fishing show. You and Amy should come too," Jill said.
"Sure, it sounds like fun. Give me Amy's number, and I call her," I said.
My sister giggled and said, "No need, I already told her you were coming with us."
"Thanks, Jill, but I'd still like her phone number," I said.
Reaching across the table, Jill took my phone, entered Amy's number into my contacts, and returned it. I glanced at the screen and smiled.
"Thanks, Jill," I said.
On Saturday, Hank, Mark, and Amy came to the house to get my sister and me. Jill sat in the front seat of the truck, and I sat in the back with Amy. I was surprised when she sat next to me. As my sister did, Amy wore a skirt.
"The fishing show is a great place to pick up tackle," Mark said. I had told him and Hank I wanted to buy my own gear earlier in the week.
"Sounds good to me. I need you guys to help me get what I need," I said.
"Should Amy and I get our own equipment too?" Jill said.
"I would wait until you've gone fishing so you can decide if you like it. Mark and I have everything you'll need for now," Hank said.
"I have my own rod and reel but used my brother's tackle when he took me fishing," Amy said.
"Do you like fishing?" I said.
"I've only gone a couple of times. Hank took me to a small lake, and we fished for bluegills. I loved it and the boat ride." Amy replied.
"Wait until you catch a walleye. They fight a lot harder than bluegills do," Hank said.
Hank parked at the expo center. We got out of the truck and headed for the building. Amy took my hand, holding it as we followed Hank, Mark, and my sister. I smiled when Jill held hands with both of them.
"We should take a quick trip through the displays, then return to the ones we want to spend time in," Mark said.
While Amy and I followed the other three, I glanced around. I was amazed by the number of booths displaying their products. We made a trip around the vast hall, talking about which booths we wanted to return to. It took a little over an hour to make the rounds.
"Let's grab something to drink," Mark said. He led us to a concession stand where we ordered sodas.
"Are we going to eat here?" Jill asked.
"We can, but I'd rather go somewhere else. All they have are hotdogs and hamburgers," Hank said.
Once we finished our sodas, we went to one of the displays we wanted to visit. While we weren't planning to buy one, Hank wanted to look at the fishing boats. We looked at the boats while Mark and Hank talked about the different models.
Hank pointed at a twenty-four-foot center console fiberglass boat. We checked it out while Hank told us about the features.
"One of these days, I'm going to get something like this. I want to fish the Great Lakes for walleye, salmon, and lake trout, but it can get rough on the big lakes, so you need a bigger boat," Hank said.
We spent a while looking at the boats and accessories before moving on. Mark and Hank led us to one of the display booths and showed me the different rods and reels available. I reminded them I didn't know anything about the tackle and would take their suggestions.
The five of us went from booth to booth, comparing the offerings and prices. We decided to get another cold drink before we started equipping me. After drinking our sodas, we checked out several displays touting fishing trips.
"One of these days, I'd like to take a fly-in fishing trip. They drop you off at a remote location where you fish for a few days. Most of the better trips are to Canada," Mark said.
As we went from one display to the next, Jill and Amy collected brochures and placed the information into bags one of the booths provided.
Over the next hour, we purchased my fishing equipment. Mark and Hank outfitted me with two new rod and reel combinations, a soft side tackle box, and lures. They also selected line and terminal tackle.
We headed out of the exhibit hall to Hank's truck. After stowing the gear in the back of the pickup, Hank locked the cover.
"The show was cool," Amy said as she climbed into the backseat. She sat close to me, fixing her skirt.
"I'm amazed by the amount of fishing tackle available. I've been reading about it but never realized there are so many different types of rods, reels, and other things," I said.
"Different types of fishing require different tackle. We only saw freshwater fishing equipment. You wouldn't believe what people use for saltwater. Some of the lures cost as much as a dozen of the baits we use," Hank said.
"What do we want to eat?" Mark said.
My sister giggled, then Mark and Hank laughed. "You can have it for dessert, baby," Mark said.
Amy laughed and said, "God, Jill. You're so bad!"
"Actually, I'm pretty good," Jill said.
"Okay, that's enough. Where are we going for dinner?" Mark said.
After a quick discussion, we decided on Chinese food. Hank drove to a restaurant near our houses. We all went in and were seated in a horseshoe-shaped booth. Jill sat between Mark and Hank while Amy sat next to Mark with me next to her.
Each of us ordered a different entree so we could share. The table had a lazy Susan in the center, allowing us to turn it and bring what we wanted to sample closer. We ate our fill, then boxed the leftovers.
"What does everyone what to do now?" Hank asked as he started the truck.
"Can we hang around at your house and have a few beers?" Jill said.
"Sure. Let's drop Josh's gear at your house, then we'll go to mine," Hank said.
Hank parked in our driveway, and we took my fishing gear into the garage, placing it on the workbench. Mark said he and Hank would come over after work to help me set everything up. Jill went into the house to let our parents know where we'd be.
