From the rod and reel aisle to the silver Silverado

It was bright Sunday morning with a chill in the early morning dawn. The sun was about to peek its head over the horizon and announce to the world that another day had begun. There was a slight breeze blowing which refreshed my soul as I walked through it and entered into the neighborhood Walmart. I liked shopping on Sunday mornings because there were very few customers, and the shelves were always stocked the night before.

I gathered the few things I needed and then decided to head over to the sports section and check out what kind of new fishing gear they might have. I turned and began walking down the fishing lure aisle and saw that I was not alone. About halfway down the aisle there was a man looking at the rods and reels.

Now this guy was well into the top ten of the hottest guys I had seen in town. You could tell he worked out by his chiseled physique which showed off his six pack beneath his tight-fitting muscle shirt. He had short sandy brown hair and a trimmed short mustache and beard. I got a glimpse of his eyes, and they were a steel grey blueish color.

He was wearing sandals and a pair of loose-fitting gym shorts. His leg muscles bulged and flexed with every step the man took. The man turned towards me, and I got a full shot of his face. He must have just flown down from Mount Olympus to be with us mortal men. His jaw was square and perfectly defined. His face was darkly tanned, and his lips were the perfect shade of red. I wanted to walk right up to him and kiss his sweet lips before he could do anything about it, but I simply got a little closer and said, “Hey good morning to you?”

The man stepped toward me with a Paul Newman smile and said, “Good morning. I’m not from around here and I’m going fishing. What would be the best pole for around here and what is the best bait to use?” His steep Sean Connery, English accent was enough to put me over the top and my cock started to grow on its own. It wouldn’t be long before the bulge would be unmistakable and extremely embarrassing.

I looked at him and answered, “Depends on what you’re fishing for. I like cat fishing in which case I go for a long thick pole. One you can get a good grip around. Those lures you were looking at are ok, but around here you can catch almost anything if you have a nice firm worm. Not the little red ones but a nice wriggly night crawler.”

The man chuckled and said, “Is that so?” He then nonchalantly slid his hand over his crotch where the outline of his slowly growing cock could be seen.