Fishing 2

"Hey, Mac, you wanna go fishing with us tomorrow?" Hal asked me as we left the office on our way to the parking lot.

Tomorrow was Saturday and I didn't have anything to do, and I'd been curious about what went on during Hal's famous fishing trips ever since I'd heard veiled rumors from some of the former invitees, but never anything specific about what actually happened. Hal was the new company VP for Human Resources, and Public Relations, and there had been several of these weekend fishing trips since he took over, but this was the first time he had invited me.

I figured it was because I was in the R&D division, was at least 25 years older than he was, he probably had fishing buddies his age, and didn't want to be slowed down by some old overweight married guy.

"Sure. When and where?" I answered, trying not to sound too surprised or eager, but I wondered to myself why he was asking me, and why on such short notice. After all, I'd been in the office all week and he had had plenty of opportunity to extend the invitation sooner, and there were several of his usual fishing buddies available.

"Six a.m.; here in the parking lot. Bring your fishing gear, but wear something casual, and bring an extra change of clothes. We'll be stopping on the way for coffee; we'll change into our fishing gear on the boat. Tomorrow on the way back we'll be stopping for dinner, so you'll need the extra clothes."

"Boat? Should I bring anything special?" I asked trying to get some read on what kind of trip this was going to be, and what we were going to be fishing for.

"Yes, boat, and no you don't need anything special, just bring comfortable clothes and yourself. We'll take care of everything else." He said with a wink and a smile. "I think you're gonna like this, I know I will."

"Who's the "we"?" I asked, really curious now.

"Show up and find out," he said with a grin.

"Sounds fishy to me," I said, sounding just as suspicious as I felt.

" We'll have at least a third person, and no, I won't tell you who, but I can tell you it's someone that's been interested in meeting you, and unless I miss my guess as you will be in meeting them," he said with a mysterious grin.

We had reached his car, a vintage Alpha Romero Spyder that he'd spend an inordinate amount of time and money on. He disengaged the alarm and started to get in.

"Oh? Wanna give me a hint?" I asked, now really curious and trying to pry more information out of him before he escaped.

"No. I intend to enjoy every minute of the suspense," he said sounding very pleased with himself, "but, I think you'll enjoy this." He settled into the small car, "See you in the morning."

I continued on to my car thinking hard. His statement that the mysterious person was someone I would like to meet and who also wanted to meet me was tantalizing. I couldn't think of ever telling him about anyone I wanted to meet that I thought would want to meet me. Who would want to meet a short, overweight, married, 50 something, white guy, even if I did actually visit the gym 3 or 4 times a week? On the other hand, I did want to spend some time with Hal. He was good looking and I suspected might be gay, or perhaps bi. Well I'd find out in the morning.

On the drive home it occurred to me, that Hal knew my wife, Carol, had just left town for the next week to visit her parents, so I had the weekend free. He would also have known this was the first week Carol had been gone since he was promoted to VP, and had started arranging the company fishing trips. Well that was a possible explanation for the late invitation, but it didn't explain the tantalizing hint about the third person who wanted to meet me.

I was in my garage closing the door when it also occurred to me that Hal now had access to the Foxtail Country Club where all the firm's corporate officers were granted playing privileges as part of the firm's group membership. I suddenly had a visual flashback of the last time I'd played the course almost ... well it would be a year next month since I'd been there ... when, by pure chance, I'd met up with Bruce, one of my old college buddies I hadn't seen in a couple years.

Unbidden, a vision of Bruce flashed my head of the first time I met him nearly 30 years ago. He had been a senior, and a member of the football team, while I was a mere freshman. We had met in the dorm late one night when I came back drunk well after curfew and was locked out. He had looked out his window, saw me, and wearing nothing but tight white briefs, had come down to let me in. Then when he noticed how very inebriated I was, and after catching me staring at the outline of his cock clearly visible through the thin short, he had invited me up to his room, where he had proceeded to slip his shorts off and masturbate in front of me and asked me to let him suck my cock. To say I was a little intimidated would be an understatement. At the time Bruce stood 6' 5" and weighed at least 285 of mostly muscle. After a hesitation of perhaps half a heart beat, I had agreed, and to my great pleasure he had sucked me dry in mere seconds. Then he asked me to suck him and despite my honest protest of being an oral virgin that didn't know how, his wretched pleading had persuaded me, and I had. To my great surprise I liked sucking his cock, especially when I was rewarded with his moans of obvious pleasure, and when his hot seamen spurted into my virgin mouth as he moaned and told me he was in loved with me, I was hooked. That night led to almost daily repeat performances over the next several months ending only when he graduated and moved away.

He had been scouted by several NFL teams, but had not been drafted. Undeterred, he had tried out with several teams and had finally been signed by the Colts as a member of their practice squad. Then after a couple of years he had actually graduated to starting left guard. After that I had lost contact with him for several years until he retired, and I happened to run into him at playoff game by pure chance.

The day I saw Bruce at Foxtail a year ago, I was there on business. I didn't like the place and only went there when business required my presence. I'd been there as our company rep and was assigned to a foursome that just happened to include Bruce. We'd played our round, then had drinks with the group, showered, sat in the Jacuzzi with several others chatting and sipping drinks, catching up on news of mutual friends.

There was a lot of catching up to do, and while we did, the place cleared out and we had the Jacuzzi to ourselves. He had noticed the empty locker room, and had moved over closer to me. I had recognized his intent and moved toward him knowing he wanted to fondle my cock under the cover of the hot bubbles. But before he even got close enough to touch me he said quietly, "I wanna suck you." I couldn't move fast enough to accommodate him. I'd been thinking of him sucking me, and then either me sucking him or letting him fuck my plump bottom till he shot his hot cream all over my bottom, from the minute I'd seen him that morning.

I jumped up and sat on the rim of the Jacuzzi and spread my legs for him as he moved between them and watched as my cock disappeared into his mouth. He felt so good, I didn't care who saw us. He knew what I liked, but made me beg for it first. He sucked me easily, taking my modest size entirely in his mouth, ran his fingers up and down my cleft and teased my hole, till I begged him to finger fuck me. Instead he had just teased me, and ignored my pleas to fuck me and continued to suck me lightly, licking my cap, lapping my balls, and occasionally pushing my legs up to allow him to run his warm wet tongue up and down my cleft, and tickle my hole. Finally, he slipped one thick finger part way up my eager anal slot causing me to moan, and push my ass back on to his exploring finger, but he pulled it out and said, "Patience," and continued to leisurely suck me while at the same time preventing me from getting too close to orgasm.

Finally, he had penetrated my bottom with two fingers causing me to moan, and wiggle my bottom on his fingers, then he penetrated with me a third finger and I lost control and I shot my entire load into his wet mouth before he could stop by orgasm.

He wouldn't let me suck him at all because he knew I'd make him pay for making me wait so long and because said "he'd wanted to fuck me since he saw me that morning." I had happily turned around and bent over the rim of the Jacuzzi, lowering my belly to spread my bottom wide and presenting him my eager hole. I had gasped as he slid his wonderful hot cock up my eager bottom happily pushing back against him to let him know how muck I enjoyed the feel of him fucking me. Unfortunately, from my perspective, he'd been way too horny and he'd cum too soon, and shot his warm cum all over my bottom after only what I thought was a few short strokes.

A further unfortunate fact was that he was scheduled for a meeting in the next state the next morning, and his plane was leaving that night so that was the last time I'd actually seen him for almost a year.

At the time I didn't think anyone had seen us, but now, given what Hal was hinting at, I wondered. "Was Bruce here in town? I didn't think so. He had been living and working in New York last year, and it was a complete fluke that he had been in town. Then, I seemed to recall that while we had been leaving, Bruce had mentioned a former team mate of his was living in the city, and coaching football at the State College down the road.

I tried to remember what the man looked like, but had trouble. We had been in the parking lot, as he was about to leave for the airport, and a large pleasant looking black man approached us, nodded to me and asked Bruce where he'd been because he'd heard he was here, had come over to see him and had been looking all over for him. Bruce had introduced him as an old team mate, and it was clear they knew each other very well, and wanted some time to talk, so I had said something like, "nice to meet you," and told Bruce, "It was nice to you after all these years etc." said, "good bye," and left.

I was on the freeway 30 minutes later when Bruce called my cell and told me, this guy had made a comment that made Bruce think he would like to meet me for a drink to discuss "some business," and he had given me the guy's name and phone number. I had thought then that Bruce's call was a little strange because he had never called me before or, since about business, and he knew I wasn't in the sales part of the business. But, I'd called the guy, got an answering machine, left a message, never heard back, and had forgotten about it.

I wondered if I still had the guy's name. I went into my office and checked my calendar for the July day I had called the guy. I usually made notes of who I called on business on the calendar, and there is was. The name, Bill Dawson, a phone number, and my note I'd left him a message. I picked up the phone intending to call, but hesitated, and then replaced the receiver. I sat down in front of my computer and searched the name.

In 3 minutes I was looking at a photograph of the guy. He was indeed the coach of the State U team, and was an ex team mate of Bruce. I kept looking and in a few more minutes I found several photos and news articles that noted Bill Dawson had been an All Pro Center in the NFL and had been involved in local politics in a Southern state, but that some unnamed rumor had ended his promising political career. He had then accepted the coaching job at State U several years ago.

I wondered what Bruce had told Bill about me, and why would Bruce suggest I meet with Bill? Then it occurred to me that they might have been lovers at some point and Bruce had confided something about our relationship to Bill, and maybe Bill had then expressed interest. That would explain the unusual call about a business meeting with Bill.

Then I wondered if Hal had had any connections with Bill Dawson or the State U football program. I logged into our Customer Relations data base and ran a search for anything that included any mix of those names and got a list of meetings, donations, and even several photos - including a few of Hal and Bill on different fishing boats posing beside different large trophy fish. The caption under the photos usually read something like, "Hal and Bill Dawson after a good day fishing."

Then it occurred to me that I didn't know much about our V.P. of HR and PR. I did a new search for Halston Johnson in our employee files, and using my corporate officer's password got his private personnel file. It said remarkably little about him personally, just the normal pedigree of schools, grades, job history, address, relatives, and persons to contact in case of an emergency. I stopped. No relatives were listed. No parents. No family at all was mentioned. The only contact person listed was - Bill Dawson. Now I was sure. Hal was gay -- and way back in the closet -- along with me and my bisexuality. Only my wife, and a couple of men I dated very discretely, knew about my other sexual interest.

I ran a search in our data base on Hal and the two men I'd dated over the last year, and one of them, Bryan, came up on a fishing trip with Hal -- both smiling happily in several photos standing next to large fish.

I sat back and stared at the screen for a long time. I was willing to wager a month's salary, the mystery guest on the fishing trip would either be Bill Dawson or Bryan. I thought it would most likely be Bryan, simply because I had had a long time relationship with him, and if he had something going with Hal he could make the introductions easier, whereas I'd never had any kind of private contact with either Hal or Bill.

The thought of spending a few private hours with Hal and Bryan made my cock twitch and begin to harden. I hadn't been involved in an all male three-some in a couple years, but come to think of it, Bryan had mentioned the possibility of a three-some when I'd seen him last month, and I'd said that if he knew someone that was interested in meeting us, I'd certainly like to meet him. The fact that I was likely to find out if Hal was indeed gay and interested in me was exciting. Then I glanced at the clock, it was almost 9 p.m. If I wanted to actually find out, I'd better start getting ready. I could fantasize later.

Tomorrow was going to be interested no matter who showed up.