It felt weird driving without any pants on. I was doing the speed limit as it would be hard to explain why two guys were naked from the waist down and going fishing. I looked over at Bruce, his cock flaccid between his legs but still wet at the tip. I licked my lips thinking how it would be nice to have it in my mouth again. Bruce looked at me and reached for my cock.
Up ahead there was a sign for a lake accessible by a fish ramp. I turned right off the highway and went down a dirt track to the water's edge. There was a truck and trailer parked off to the side but no one around. I backed around to move the trailer into the water to unload the boat. Bruce looked at me, shrugged his shoulders and got out to disconnect the boat. If anyone was around they would see a man with no pants on. As Bruce bent over I looked at his ass and balls, wondering what it would be like to have my cock up against his asshole.
I pulled off to one side and got out. We unloaded and put our equipment in the boat, the whole time naked from the waist down. Before we pushed off I stripped down completely. As Bruce was stepping into the boat I came up behind him and grabbed him around the waist, my cock nestled nicely in the crack of his ass. I reached around and grasped his penis in my hand. He turned to face me. I couldn't resist crouching down and taking his limp penis in my mouth. Flaccid I rolled it around my mouth before letting go and standing up.
Bruce asked if we should take our clothes with us in case we met anyone on the lake. We knew there was one other boat on the lake. I said lets take the chance and go without as we still have our shirts with us. So there we were, two guys who had just admitted to being straight but with bisexual curiosity setting out with our cocks on display for anyone to see.
It was a beautiful day, bright sun and a slight breeze. I didn't think the fishing would be very good but certainly the scenery would make up for it. After all a bad day on the water was better than a good day at work. And I had the added bonus of watching Bruce fish with his cock dangling between his legs. At one point Bruce stood and peed over the side of the boat. I badly wanted to hold his cock again as he peed a golden arc into the water.
As the day progressed we were not having much luck. A few small bass and pike but nothing else. We could see the other boat in the distance but those fishermen were keeping their distance. Near noon we were close to an island so I suggested we stop, stretch our legs and have a bite to eat. I ran the boat up onto the small sand beach. As Bruce got out I had another view of his ass and balls. My cock started to come alive. When I stepped onto shore I saw that Bruce was staring at me or rather staring at my cock.