Lake Lauban Fishing Surprise
On Lake Lauban while fishing for perch I noticed him about a mile away
Shirtless, I figured must be a man, was the 1930’s, not many women fished out on lakes on a boat
And certainly no woman would have been brazen enough to bare that much skin
Wasn’t catching much fish since I’d gotten there mid morning
“Should have come earlier,” I thought to myself
Was in the mood to be alone on water with a cooler full of iced beer and my thoughts
Struggling lately with unmet sexual urges, I thought maybe this would occupy my mind
Seeing bare skin just reinforced the urges
And thinking it might be a man just added to the excitement
Made me even hornier
No way there was another closeted queer on Lake Lauban
Queer since that was the term used during that time
Not always a politically correct term used today, unless you’re of the queer family
Back to Lake Lauban
The person seemed to be coming my way, maybe the North wind blowing him since I wasn’t hearing a motor
I stayed put, not sure what I’d encounter, I was much closer to the dock should I need a fast escape
BTW, Wayne here telling this story
If you’re inclined to know more
I’m a big guy
6 feet, 5 inches
Pretty much all muscle
A thick stache
Bald
With lots of sunscreen since I love the feel of sun on my bald head
Matches the rest of me, Cajun with tanned skin
I work a lot without a shirt
Also hang out nude in my backyard on the prairie
Not a soul around me in a five mile radius
So definitely a guy as his boat inches closer
I’m 50ish
Not sure his age
He’s bearded with longish straight hair
Tanned as I am
Indicative of an outdoorsman
Brown hair and beard
Around his naked neck he sports a string, maybe twine since it’s frayed, supporting a black shiny gem
I’m interested in this guy, but hide that for fear of my life
Time and area, neither queer friendly
If he’s local I’ve never seen him before
But I’m quite the introvert
The wind moves him close enough, his boat tapping my pirogue
He says, “Bonjour, Mon Ami. Ca va?” (Good Day, my friend. How
are you)
I answer, “mais oui, mon ami, ça va.” (We’ll, yes, my friend, it goes)
As we chatted some more, my suspicion was right
His motor quit on him
The wind blew him towards me
Our boats continuing to bump lightly, we made small talk:
About the fish biting
What kind of bait he was using
What was wrong with his motor
And the like; you know small talk
Sensing he was interested, too, in more than small talk made me a bit nervous
Not really experienced in two men sensuality
Either in man women sensuality
Truth be known, never had a sexual relation with a woman
Only a couple with men
I liked this guy’s look
I felt good vibes
Dancing about, certainly the two of us had interest
Not a term used back in the 1930’s, but our gaydar was working
Not knowing where to go with our conversation anymore
Boldly, I suggested we dock his boat and double up in mine
We could continue to fish together
Quickly, he agreed
An indication we might be thinking the same thing
Knowing Lake Lauban well, I suggested we move out to the northwest quadrant
Always lots of white perch there
Dropping anchor, we cast our rods, tightening them up
Excited to have some encouragement with the bites we received
Relaxing a bit, not a whole lot of talking, we fished
Staring into the water I wondered where his thoughts were
Ninety-two degrees with 💯 percent humidity awash with sweat
Looked like I had dove into the lake with my shirt on
BTW, Richard (pronounced Ree chard) was the guy’s name
He was also wet with sweat
Quiet as I said before
He broke the silence by saying, “Mais, Wayne, enlevé ton t-shirt. Le vent du nord a un effet rafraîchissant.” (Well, Wayne, take off your shirt; the North wind has a cooling effect)
He said this without looking at me
Kind of matter of fact
Thinking, staring into the water, reeling in my line to tighten it
I said, “peut-être, c’est une bonne idée.” (Maybe that’s a good idea)
Waiting a bit I pulled off my t-shirt and wrung it out into the lake
Richard was right
North wind offered me some relief in temperature and in humidity
Richard warmed my heart with his quiet manner
Just sitting by him stirred in me masculine emotions that were just what I needed for today
See, gay men are just like heterosexual men, we need a bond with a sexual counterpart
I felt that with Richard
AND I felt that’s ALL I needed on this day
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