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.
