“Shawn, I’d love if you came fishing with me today.”

“What, go fishing with you and my dad? No way in hell.”

“No, just me and you.”

“Why?”

“Well, fishing is relaxing. It’ll give us some alone time.”

“Don’t we have enough of that in the house?”

“But, don’t you want to be in the great outdoors?”

“Not really.”

“Come on, Shawn, it’ll be fun.”

“I just don’t see how fishing can be fun.”

“Come with me, and I’ll show you.”

“Ok, ok, I’ll give it a shot. But, if I don’t like it I’m never going again.”

“That’s fine.”

Carlton grabbed his tackle box and two rods, loaded up his car, and headed off to his favorite secret fishing spot.

“First thing you want to do is pick your lure. I’m going to use the night crawlers I caught earlier this summer.” Carlton picked up a big worm and stuck it on the hook.

“Oh, Lassi, that is so gross! There’s worm poo all over you! You know, Mike Rowe once said that worms are just tubes of poo.”

“Shut up before I wipe it on you.”

“You would never!”

“Don’t put it past me. Do you want a worm? Or would you rather use a lure?”

“Uhh…”

“If you use the worm, you just let it sit there and watch the bobber. If you use a lure, you have to constantly cast and reel in the line.”

“So you’re saying that I don’t have to do as much work if I use a worm?”

“That’s right.”

“I’ll take that then.”

“You have to bait the hook.”

“Umm, can you do that for me?”

“Fine.” Carlton took Shawn’s line and stuck a worm on that one, as well. Shawn started to watch, but turned his head once he got the worm close to the hook. “Something wrong?”

“Well, it’s the worms… They kinda creep me out.”

“You’re afraid of worms?”

“No! Well, what I mean is, maybe a little…”

“Shawn, there’s nothing to worry about.”

“You never had one crawl in your mouth, did you?”

“No. And you did?”

“Yeah. I was lying on the grass one day, watching the sunset. It had been raining heavy at the time, and I guess the worms were out. I closed my eyes, and next thing I knew, there was a worm dangling out of my mouth. I’ve never been able to pick one up since.”

“That’s terrible. I won’t make you pick one up, I promise. Let’s just cast the lines and I’ll make up for everything I said, ok?

“Ok.”

Carlton showed Shawn how to cast, and soon their lines were in the water. Carlton turned to Shawn and took his face in his hands. And then Shawn noticed the bobber was moving. “Lassi, I think we have a fish.”

“What? We just cast! Son of a bitch.” Carlton picked up his pole and reeled it in. It was a small fish, but Shawn couldn’t pass up the picture opportunity. Lassiter held the line, the fish about chest level.

“So, how do you get it off?”

“Well, you have to grab it firmly in your hand so you can try to work the hook out without ripping it up.”

“What happens if you can’t?”

“Can’t what? Get the hook out?” A nod from Shawn. “Cut the line. Let the fish go with the hook.”

“So… this is what you do with my dad?” Shawn asked Carlton as he added a new worm to the end of the hook.

“Pretty much. With less talking.” He cast his line, and once again turned to Shawn. This time he was able to bring their mouths together. He ran his tongue along Shawn’s lips, then worked it into his mouth. Carlton broke the kiss, and moved to lick the other man’s ear. Shawn moaned. “I hope you don’t do this with my dad.”

“What if I said I did?”

“I wouldn’t believe you.”

“Good. Now can I get back to what I was doing?”

“Of course. You might want to get the fish off the hook first, though.”

“Shit. That’s your line, Shawn, you get to reel it in. Make sure you jerk it a little to make sure you hook it.”

“I’ll jerk it a little, all right,” he said with a grin spreading across his face. Once he got it up, he saw that it was even smaller that Carlton’s. He wanted to wait until he got a bigger one, but Carlton wouldn’t have it.

“You made me take a picture with mine, you’re getting one as well.”

“Oh, fine.” Once the picture was taken, he asked, “Carlton, could you take the fish off? I don’t think I could without hurting it.”

“Sure, give it here.” He took the fish off, no problem, and added a new worm. He handed the pole over to Shawn to let him cast. Once the line was out, Carlton put his hands around Shawn’s waist and nibbled at his neck. Carlton pulled back, and started to undo Shawn’s belt and pants.

“Carlton, the bobber.”

“Fuck the bobber. I want you.”

After a little while, and some really bad fishing puns on Shawn’s part, the guys were finally ready to reel in the line and call it a day.

“Well, shit, if I knew fishing was this much fun, I would come more often.”

“So, does that mean we have something to do next weekend?”

“Oh, so you don’t already have a fishing date with my dad next weekend?”

“Well, actually…”