Gay Romance in the Wilderness: A Fishing Adventure Turns Passionate Encounter

Just Another Day at the Hatchery, Part 2


I pulled Mike in close and we kissed again, then he buried his face in my chest, and started lightly snoring. I put my arm over him as he was doing to me and fell back into a deep satisfied sleep.

I woke up to the sound of a bird running back and forth across the metal roof. Deciding sleep was over for the day I slowly unwound Mike and myself from each others arms and crawled over him then headed to the bathroom. Mike never moved; after coming out of the bathroom I decided to let him sleep while I fixed breakfast.

Coffee was done, bacon cooked, and the potatoes were almost ready when sleepy head stuck his nose in the air. “Better get a move on Mike I am about to start the eggs. Off he went for the bathroom; it only took him about five minutes until he came back in the kitchen still in his shorts and sat down on his chair. Throwing him a towel, “You better cover your legs before you drop something hot on them the first aid kit is out in the pickup.”

Mike filled our coffee cups and looked like he was satisfied with the world, setting his plate down in front of him then going back to the counter for mine and a plate of toast. As I sat down I sat the plate of toast in between us on the table. Mike must be the strong silent type, not saying a word he dug in like he was half starved.

I knew Mike well enough by now to know he was thinking about last night but didn’t know quite how to approach the subject. I refilled his cup and waited for him to come out with it. “Damn it Jason.”

“Out with it Mike, get it off your chest.”

Our eyes met for a second before his mouth opened, I was ready for the worst. “Jason, I, I don’t know where to begin, last night I, shit Jason I enjoyed what you did for me but I know I still like girls and, and I still want us to continue with what we have.”

“Mike, we both like girls but that should not be a problem, what happened last night between us I believe is our way of satisfying one another’s needs during a long dry spell away from them.”

“Jason, will you let me satisfy you tonight? O god I wanted you in the worst way last night. I have never felt that way about another male before but I do about you.”

“For now let’s drop the subject, what happens in this cabin stays in this cabin. Lets clean things up and go fishing.”

Mike looked relieved and perhaps still a little confused about his feelings. The dishes were done, coffee drank, we were dressed for the day and headed for the door when he stopped and turned around facing me. “Thank you Jason, I feel better now let’s go fishing.”

As we tied everything on the bikes Mike asked me if we should go after trout or bass. “Which one is more fun?”

“I think Large Mouth Bass are more exciting to catch and fight harder.”

“Suits me, you lead the way and I will be right behind you.”

We rode a couple miles turning onto the Brown Dike Road following it close to where it ends; Mike held up his hand and pulled over to the side of the road getting off his bike and pushing the kickstand down while shutting off the engine. I did the same right behind him.

Mike told me to put something big and ugly on as long as it floats. I had a large what we call a Bumble Bee, large, black, and with two silver flippers on its sides. When you jerk it the flippers cause it to wobble in the water. Mike put on a red and white floating plug and threw it close to the weeds, immediately getting a strike. That excited me and I cast mine in the opposite direction hitting the cat tails on the other side of the open water. A little wiggle and it came free and dropped about a foot from the waters edge; letting it stay motionless in the water until all the ripples faded and the surface became calm. I gave my rod tip a jerk. About six feet away I saw a wake headed for my plug there was no time to think, the water where my plug was started to boil, and my plug disappeared from sight. I jerked back hard on my rod setting the hooks solidly more from surprise than anything else. All hell broke loose as the bass tried to shake my plug. Mike came running to my side saying “Easy Jason he is a big one, don’t let him get in the weeds or you will lose it.”

It must have been ten minutes before the bass tired and started to give ground, a few minutes later Mike was able to get hold of its lower lip and hold the fish up for a close look. “Its up to you but the smaller bass taste better.”

Mike said it would weigh a good four pounds, as he freed the Bumble Bee from its mouth. “Let me hold it while you get the camera I at least want a picture of the biggest bass I ever caught.”

After Mike took two pictures of my prize and we slowly returned it back into the water making sure it was strong enough to swim off. Perhaps another day we can have another battle. After catching six smaller ones we gave up for the day well pleased with ourselves.

When we returned to the cabin Mike did a quick job of filleting them for supper. I pealed some potatoes and a small onion and then started them cooking; when they were close to being done I started a skillet with some Crisco and two slices of bacon in it while I sprinkled salt and pepper on the filets and rolled them in flower. While the fish were cooking I batched up some tarter sauce. Mike sat the table and filled two glasses with milk. We pigged out finishing everything on the table.

Mike said, “Jason, I feel better after our little talk this morning I was having a problem with the way things were going but I believe you are right. We can take care of our needs and no one needs to know but us. Like you said, it stays in the cabin. I am comfortable with things if you are.”

He stood up and came around to my side of the table, standing next to my chair, and acting like he didn’t know what to do next. Reaching out I put my arm around his waist while pulling him so he could sit on my lap; Mike sat down with his arms around my neck and we kissed like lovers until we separated long enough for Mike to ask me, “Am I going to sleep with you or are you going to sleep with me?”

“Let’s sleep together it don’t matter where. We can take turns being the male or female I don’t think it is important do you?”

“In a way it is, at least for tonight. I am yours sweetie and I want your hard cock deep inside of me; I want to feel you when you cum.”

Together we did the dishes. The clock said four. Mike said, “Do you think the shower is big enough we can get in it together?”

“I don’t see any way we can both fit in there together.”

I went first and when I came out I told Mike I took a dump then took the shower head off

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