My girlfriend was always telling me that I needed more friends to hang out with. We had moved to a new town, and while she had made tons of friends through work I was having a more difficult time. It's usually harder for a guy to make real friends; we usually just bullshit at work and go home at the end of the day. I had all but given up hope when I met Jason while fishing one day.
I had been looking forward to cooler weather and the trout stocking at my local lake, but that morning was cold and much windier than the weather had reported. I hunched forward in my camp chair, trying to will the fish to bite when a truck pulled up. He was in his early twenties, like me, and had brought his girlfriend along.
I waved, as any fisherman would, and he asked the obligatory, "How are they biting?" It was small talk, and I welcomed it. He called to his girlfriend, Jennifer, and asked if she was going to get out of the truck.
"No, it's too damn cold out there. I can't believe you told me it was going to be a nice day to fish. I'll just play on my phone and wait for you to get done."
Jason rolled his eyes, set up his camp chair a little way down the bank, and cast in his line. The fish weren't biting, but before long we had struck up a nice conversation. We were both into woodworking, both had construction jobs, and both had girlfriends that weren't all that into the outdoors. A few hours later and I decided to head home.
As I was loading up my rods Jason walked up by my truck and handed me his business card. He said, "Next time you want to go fishing, give me a call. We can ditch the bitches and do some serious fishing."
I drove home excited about the possibility of having a real friend in the area, and when I told my girlfriend she was ecstatic. I would finally get to enjoy my hobbies and interests with someone else, she said, and boy was she right. Over the next few weeks Jason and I went fishing multiple times, and I invited him over to see the my new table saw in my workshop.
It was my one day off alone in over a month, and when Jason showed up at my house I had a beer ready for each of us and the heat turned up to be comfortable in my workshop. He hadn't arrived empty handed either, having bought a fifth of whiskey. We bullshitted, talked about tools and projects we had completed, and drank some of his whiskey. He asked if I had a TV in my workshop, so I uncovered the small smart TV I kept in my cramped office and took it out to the working area.
"Do you have cable?", he asked, "I saw a show about old houses the other day that was amazing."
I told him no, that I had Netflix and Youtube, and that maybe he could find it on there. I went into the house to use the bathroom, and when I came back Jason had a porno playing on the television. Two women sucking each other's nipples in the 69 position. I could see a bulge in his pants from across the room. Once he noticed me he pointed at the television, "Would you look at that? It's a shame our girlfriends would never do something like that."
I thought about his girlfriend, Jennifer, and how pretty she was, "Yeah, some women are just so self conscious they wouldn't ever want to try something like that."
Jason looked over at me, nodding, "Exactly. Two guys? We could sit here together stroking our dicks and not think twice about it. But girls, they complicate things so much. I mean, it's just sex. Who the fuck cares."
I was unsure of what to say next, so I just nodded and said, "Yeah, you're right." Jason leaned back a little on his shop chair and said, "Well, fuck it, I'm horny", and unzipped his jeans. He stood, allowing his cock to flop out of his pants. I was in awe of it, at least 8 inches long with a huge mushroom head. His balls hung low and began swaying as he stroked his cock to the women on the screen. He looked over at me looking and smiled, "Let's see yours. What, these women don't get you horny?"
