"Bobby, I asked your PE coach if he knew of anyone who would be interested in joining the track team. He mentioned you ran pretty well yesterday. I doubt you know, but I'm also the track coach and we have tryouts today after school."
"To be honest sir, I'm a swimmer; I've never run for sport."
"Swimming is a lot like track Bobby, I would be happy if you made it to tryouts this afternoon."
"I'll think about it." I said as he handed me a note so I wouldn't get in trouble for being late to my next class.
I had decided by the time the dismissal bell sounded that I would at least go to tryouts. I liked swim meets, and since there wasn't a swim team here, I'd give track a shot. As I walked through the gym Emily was with a group of girls stretching and getting ready for volleyball tryouts, she waved and I gave her a thumb as I headed to change.
"Glad you could make it Bobby." Mr. Brown nodded as I made it out onto the track. After a couple warm up laps I noticed that the football team was heading to the center of the track to start practice. I glanced around looking for Rob, but it was hard to tell who was under all the helmets. I ran around in a couple of mock races and seemed to fair pretty well. I'm not sure why there were tryouts, as I'm pretty sure everyone who tried out made the team. I did embarrass myself, trying unsuccessfully to clear some hurdles at full speed. I got distracted when I heard a thump from the football guys, as the team hollered a good play, I looked up to see #47 removing his helmet after he flattened the running back. He had a huge grin on his face and I about went head first over the hurdle. Despite my hurdling technique the coach handed me a bag that had several track uniforms in it and waved me on my way.
The locker room was pretty full since multiple teams had tryouts or practice today. I looked up just in time to catch Rob pulling down his tight football pants revealing a glorious, slightly hairy ass, framed nicely by white straps of a jock. I quickly took a mental photograph, sat down and started to untie my shoes so I wouldn't get caught drooling. I decided to wait and shower at home as my heart, brain, and cock were in overdrive.
I was glad at the end of the day Friday for a chance to relax. My feet, not used to all the running, had blisters on the heels. Classes had been going well and coach told me I was a natural runner. I dropped my backpack on my floor and headed for a quick shower. I put on some gym shorts just to relax for the afternoon. My phone started vibrating and I fished it off of my bed. 'Hey Bobby, it's Rob, just wondering if it's cool if I came by to go fishing this afternoon.' I typed out 'Sounds good,' at least I'd get a good view of him fishing as I gazed out my window. I was half asleep half daydreaming when I heard the doorbell ring.
"Good afternoon ma'am, I'm Rob. Bobby and I are going to cast a line off of the dock if that's okay." I set up hearing Rob talking to my mom.
"Oh that's nice dear, a pleasure to meet you, and so polite. I'll see if Bobby is ready."
I expected Rob to come fishing, but I didn't think he wanted me to go with him. I pulled on a t-shirt and put on my flip flops as mom called from down the stairs.
"Bobby your friend is here."
I tried to control my racing heart so I didn't tumble as I plodded down the stairs.
"Hey Bobby, ready to get a line wet?" He smiled as I headed out the door with him.
"Ready as I'll ever be" I nodded as he smiled and grabbed two rods and a small tackle box out of the back of his pickup. We walked to the end of the dock and he handed me one of the rods as I sat down on the edge. He opened his tackle box and pulled out a brown paper bag and set it beside me as he sat down. He removed a familiar Styrofoam container and pulled a bloodworm from the brown moss like substance and grinned, "Careful, they bite," as he deftly attached the worms to the two hooks on his rig. Help yourself he said handing me the little container they were in. "I, uh, I've never handled bloodworms before," I blurted out, slightly embarrassed at the novice fisherman I was.
"Can't even bait a hook," he chuckled shaking his head and quickly attached the worm to my similar rig. After a few minutes of sitting and having a comfortable conversation, his rod started flexing and he brought in not one but two fish. "These are spot" he informed me and I laughed noticing the spot on the side of the fish.
"I wonder how they got their name?" I teased as he unhooked the fish and kept them secured as he refreshed his bait and replaced his line. I caught one next and was pretty damn proud. He showed me the easiest way to get it off the hook. Two hours, six spot, one catfish, and a croaker later we were finished. I was surprised at how quickly the time passed and how comfortable I was with Rob.
"Bobby, go ask your mom if she wants to eat these for supper, I'll stay down here and scale and fillet them." I headed to the house and asked mom if she was in the mood for fish. Rob stayed and ate the delicious freshly caught fish with us. My dad seemed to really like him and talked about fishing and football. I think Emily liked him too as I saw her glancing dazedly at him before mom discretely elbowed her. I chuckled and she glared at me, but I had probably been doing the same and luckily wasn't elbowed for it. Rob helped clear the table, which got a "such a polite young man" from mom. I headed out the door with Rob and thanked him for taking me fishing. He thanked me for letting him come over and shouted "see you later Bobby" from his window as he pulled out of the driveway.
