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Chapter Two: My Dude Danny
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I couldn’t believe it! Danny had wanted me as much as I had wanted him all these years! I had walked him out to his van, still stark naked. My cabin is down a trail cloaked in bush. There were no neighbours near enough to see and no view from the road. We had kissed once more in the dark, warm air of the evening.

I was in heaven! I stood and watched as his taillights disappeared down the driveway and round a bend in the trail, then reluctantly went inside, alone, and collapsed on the chesterfield where we had started this evening so many years ago. I lay there and thought about how scared I had been earlier this evening, scared that Danny would reject me as a faggot when I asked him to fuck me, scared that he would hate me forever. But instead, he had wanted me as much as I had wanted him.

The very first day I had met Danny, I had got horny for him. I got a hard, right there in the school corridor. I had prayed that no-one would notice. Many times over the years there had been other occasions when I had nearly exposed myself and my love for Danny.

At first, I would go the the washrooms at the same time Danny did, just to get a peek at his big, uncut dick, but soon I had to stop doing that, because I would get a woody, and I didn’t want Danny to know - or anyone else, for that matter.

I lay on the chesterfield, stroking my still moist dick, moist from my cum and his mouth, until I was hard once more. While I jacked off I imagined putting in into Danny’s mouth, his ass, under his foreskin, if it would fit. That would be so hot!

Soon, I came again, and captured it in the cup of my hand and drank it down, remembering how Danny had squirted my own cum from his mouth into mine earlier.

I went to bed and slept like a log.

********

But the morning brought a new sobriety, new realism, and new fears. Danny had had a couple of drinks last night to loosen him up. Would he see things differently this morning. Would he hate me after all?

I hitchhiked back into town to pick up my Jeep. I was well-known around town so it only took a few minutes with my thumb out to get a ride, coincidentally from one of the school cheerleaders from the days when Danny and I played on the basketball team. Brenda was now a plump little mother hen. I sat up front with her, and her brood of four sat in the back seats of her Dodge Caravan just like Danny's.

Of course, she asked about Danny, whether we still hung out together, etc., and each time she mentioned his name it was a kick in my balls. He must hate me! He hadn't phoned my home phone or my cell. He didn't want to talk to me!

When Brenda dropped me off, I drove straight to my clinic, and after a quick coffee with my receptionist Dolly, who always had the coffee pot brewing when I got there, I filled in the morning with patient after patient, slipped disk after slipped disk, taut muscle after taut muscle. My hands and arms worked by themselves. My heart was not in it.

I had a quick lunch at the local Subway, where I knew Danny often grabbed a sandwich, but it was a solitary lunch. Then back to the office, where the afternoon dragged by, with doubts and dreads flooding my brain.

By nightfall, I was frantic. I was unable to swallow my supper, and scraped it into the garbage, then paced the cabin endlessly. That meant a lot of pacing. When I call my home a cabin, it's sort of understatement. It has two bedrooms, a bathroom, a living room/dining-room/TV area, a full kitchen, and a large balcony-patio across front overlooking the ocean. There are two smaller bedrooms and a study upstairs. I think I covered every inch of it 100 times in my pacing.

I didn't want to phone Danny. If he regretted what had happened between us, he wouldn't answer anyway. If he did not regret it, he would think I was hounding him, and be turned off by me. I became convinced he hated me, or at best had been only toying with me.

Then just after dark, the phone rang:

"I'm on my way," Danny's voice said. "I love you, Mike. I'll be there in a few minutes."

********

By the time Danny drove up to the cabin, I already had a raging hard inside my sweat pants. I was waiting for him on the small porch. We took each other in our arms and hugged passionately, kissing deeply and grinding our groins together. Danny, too, already had a woody, and it pressed against mine through the cloth of our pants.

"Sorry I didn't phone earlier, " he told me, as I lead him inside. "But I had a hell of a busy day. It's that time of the year for us landscapers. Then when I got home, Barb and I had one hell of a fight."

"Over getting home so late last night?" I asked, concerned that she might have guessed.

"No, no. Nothing like that, " Danny assured me. "She told me she is going off on another one of her weekends to Vancouver with her girlfriends. She wanted me to stay home and baby-sit the kids. I'm getting pissed off at all the money she blows on these trips. I told her I had plans to go up the lake fishing with you."

"You do?" I asked. "The first I've heard of it"

"That was just an excuse," he said, "so I could get her to leave the kids at her mother's. But it's not such a bad idea, is it?"

"It's a great idea," I said.

I was fumbling with his belt-buckle and fly, standing there in the middle of my living room. Danny was sliding his hands under the bottom of my tee shirt. He drew it up, and, having succeeded with his fly, I raised my arms so he could slip my tee up and off. As I pulled his pants down, he grabbed the waistband of my sweats and pulled them down also. Both out cocks were swinging free and at full mast. Danny kicked of his runners and pulled off his socks, and stepped out of his jeans. I was already barefoot, and pulled my feet out of the sweats which lay around my ankles.

Now we were naked and embracing once more, cocks pressed together.

"Oh, Danny," I whispered. "I want you so much!"

"And I want you," Danny assured me. "I have thought of nothing else all day. My cock has been throbbing. I had to change my jeans because pre-cum was soaking through."

I looked down at his cock which I had cradled in my hand. The lips of his foreskin were wet. I dropped to my knees and licked the pre-cum off, then gazed long at this beautiful tool which last night was buried inside me.

I opened my mouth and took his rod inside. I forced it down my throat until I was gagging as it hit the back of my throat.

"Oh, my God!" Danny cried. "That's fantastic!"

I pumped at his dick with my mouth while I squeezed the base in my hand. With the other I cupped his balls and felt their round firmness. I slid my hand between his legs, feeling for his manhole. I found it with a finger. It was wet with sweat or passion juice, or both. My finger slipped inside him easily as I continued to suck on his beautiful uncut manhood.

Danny moaned with pleasure. "This is all I have ever wanted," he cried. "Why did we waste so much time? I want you to fuck me, now!"

I stood and led him into the bedroom. After I left the office that afternoon, I had stopped by the supermarket to pick up some groceries and had also grabbed a tube of K-Y, just in case. It sat ready on the night stand.

Danny picked up the K-Y.

"Hmm, I see you must have been expecting me back for more," he said. "Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you? And you are right to be! You're never going to get rid of me now!"

"I will never want to be rid of you," I assured him. "Too bad you are already married!"

Danny's smile turned to a frown for a moment.

"Yeah, well .... But let's get down to business. I want you in me so bad!"

He popped open the lid of the K-Y and smeared some up and down the length of my cock. I nearly came right then at the touch of his hands on my dick. He also worked some into his hole. "I douched myself when I showered before I came out here, he told me, "so there should be no unpleasant surprises."

He lay himself across the bed, on his back, and lifted his legs in the air.

"Do me like this," he told me. "This way I can watch you fucking me, and we can kiss."

I knelt on the edge of the bed as he instructed me, and he placed his feet over my shoulders. He lovely hole was exposed invitingly towards me. I placed my hands on his chest and manoeuvred my rock-hard uncut cock toward that beckoning target. My knob settled against his hole. I pushed forward with my hips, and his hole opened to welcome my throbbing knob. The whole head of my dick slipped inside him, and paused momentarily, obstructed by the inner sphincter ring. he let out a little moan of pain and pleasure mixed.

"Keep going," he pleaded. "I want it all. I want you inside me!"

I pushed again, and my knob broke through. My whole shaft rushed deep into him. He let out a gasp, and then I was hard up against his buttocks, my entire cock impaling him as deep as it could go.

"Are you OK?" I asked, worried that I might be hurting him.

"I'm more than OK," he whispered. "I am in love, and being fucked by the man I love. I am fantastic! Kiss me!" he demanded. Still deep inside him, I leaned forward and was able to kiss my man. We kissed again and again as I pumped my dick in his ass.

I could feel his sphincter muscles clenching my penis, trying to draw me deeper and deeper inside his bowels. And that is exactly where I wanted to be, deep in the warmth of my mate's asshole, fucking my man!

I strained against him, withdrew, thrust into him again, over and over, trying to reach deeper inside him with each shove. And Danny just as eager pushed up to meet my downward thrusts. We were pounding at each other, trying to become one by brute force. My balls began moving up, my scrotum tightening as I grew ready to shoot my seed into my lover.

Danny knew it too, and pushed harder and harder back on to my raging rod. Then I exploded. Spasm after spasm forced my hot semen deep into his ass. My whole body shuddered and shook as I reached this amazing climax. I cried out in ecstasy.

Danny felt it too. "Fill my hole with your cum," he cried. "I can feel your dick squirting it into me. It's fantastic. No-one has ever cum in me before."

My spasming and my thrusting slowed to a stop. I leaned forward once more and kissed my love, whose mouth opened to meet mine in a greedy kiss.

Reluctantly, I withdrew from his hot hole, to allow him to unwind from the awkward position he had assumed to give himself to me. He flopped back on the pillows, and moved over to allow me to lay alongside him. We kissed again, gently this time. I reached down and groped his penis. It was still rigid. He had not come yet.

I squirmed round so we were head to toe, and took his pole in my mouth. With my teeth I pushed his foreskin back and savoured the taste of his copious pre-cum, the velvety texture of his bare knob.

I felt his hands on my flaccid dick, them his mouth covering it, even though it had just been in his ass. Then he was sucking eagerly, like a young calf at its mother's teat, gobbling greedily. Almost immediately my cock started to respond. In moments I was hard once more. He slipped his arm between my legs and found my hole with a finger. He slipped it into me, and I was in heaven. I followed his example and did the same for him. My finger slipped in easily, stretched as it was by the recent invasion of my dick and wet with lube and cum. I withdrew and inserted two fingers. Danny moaned with pleasure.

It seemed like forever we sucked at each other's cocks, but it couldn't have been that long. Danny was ready to cum before I had even started to suck him, and now he did so. His salty semen flooded into my mouth, wave after wave of it, and I sucked it down, at the same time feeling my own balls readying themselves for another explosion of juice. And even before Danny had finished squirting into my mouth, I was filling his with a second cumming.

Spent, I wriggled round once more till we lay side by side on the bed, both heads on one pillow, gazing longingly into each other's eyes.

"That was fantastic, Danny Boy," I told him. "You are my main man, my only man, my darling dude! My dude Danny!"

He gave me a peck on the lips. "And you are my mate Mikey," he added. "Now we are mates in the full sense of the word. So, are you free to be my fishing mate this weekend? We can go up the lake and be all alone for two whole days."

I was playing with his dick as we talked, and I felt it begin to rise as he mentioned two whole days.

"You bet I am," I said. "I can be ready right after office hours."

"Great," Danny said. "I'll take the kids to their gramma's, then meet you at your office, and we can grab a few supplies.

"But in the meantime, I want to fuck you again before I have to get on home."

I rolled onto my side, ready for my dude Danny to slip his hard cock into me, to fuck me once more.

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