My dude Danny was true to his word. When I stepped out of my office right at 4 pm, he was parked in the parking lot behind my practice. I got my camping clothes, sleeping bag, and fishing rod out of my Jeep and loaded it into Danny’s Caravan, made sure my Jeep was locked up, then slipped into the passenger seat beside him. I wanted so much to reach over and kiss him, but even now in the summer of 2009, it just wasn’t done in public, especially when one of the guys has a wife.

Instead, I ran my hand up his leg and cupped his junk.

“Hey, handsome,” I said. "Ready for some serious sex this weekend?”

“Hey, hey! Slow down,” Danny cautioned. “I don’t want to go grocery shopping with a major woody.” He gestured toward the back. “I’ve already got most stuff in the two coolers back there,” he said. “I’ve also packed our large tent and an air mattress.” Both of us knew people with float cabins up the lake which we could have used, but it had been a rather rushed decision to go camping. We could rough it. “We just need to pick up more ice and fishing licences, and some beer.”

It took us next to no time to get our supplies and head to the marina at the lake, where both of us had boats moored. We decided to take mine. It was smaller, but faster, and we didn't have a lot of gear to cart. We couldn’t live on it like Danny’s larger craft, which could sleep four, and cooking facilities and a head, but if we had to we could sleep aboard. But the forecast was good.

I untied my boat from the far end of the marina where it was berthed, and ferried in to the boat launching ramp, where Danny had backed his Dodge down to unload our stuff and stow it in the boat. We had done this many times over the years, but this time was different. We were not just buddies any more. We were fuck buddies - more - we were lovers. We were going fly fishing, yes, fishing at each others flies, sticking our rods in each other’s fishing holes. But who knows? We might even have time to wet some real worms other than our own, maybe catch a trout or two. We had sopped to buy some worms for bait just in case.

As Danny clambered in beside me, I felt deliciously wicked, knowing what were going to be doing all weekend, knowing that others launching their boats and packing their gear and families for a lake weekend didn’t have a clue that Danny and I were lovers and were off to fuck each other silly for two days and nights.

The trip to the head of the lake took over an hour after we had gassed up at the Marina pumps. It was close to 40 miles to our destination, an isolated spot in the mouth of a small river which fed the lake. It was the site of an old abandoned farm, and had some cleared ground and a crumbling jetty, and even what was left of a two hole outhouse. But why we were heading there was because it was far from any other sites or float-houses, and very few people ever ventured there. Even if they did, we would be able to hear them coming for miles.

Conversation was difficult over the roar of the boat’s engines, so we contented ourselves with being together and an occasional squeeze of a thigh or grope of a crotch. But at last I cut the engines and we glided in to the remains of the small jetty and tied up.

It didn’t take us long to get the essentials ashore and find a site to pitch the aluminum tube-framed tent. Even before then, I couldn’t wait to get out of my pants, to unleash my cock and balls. I dropped them and basked in the warmth of the afternoon sun on the rotting jetty.

Danny complained, “Stop strutting your stuff for the whole world to see. Get over here and give me a hand to get this tent up!” I did as Danny the dude ordered, and within a few minutes the tent was up and ready for occupation. The tent was a two-room one, but we had no need for the divider, which Danny and Barb used when they went camping with the kids.

I unrolled my sleeping bag and spread it on top of the air-mattress which Danny had pumped up with a small but efficient foot-pump. I stretched out to try it out. Immediately my cock began to grow with anticipation of the sex which was to come. I lay back and started to stroke it, just as Danny poked his head in.

“What?” he exclaimed. “Am I holed up for the weekend with a sex maniac? But we don’t need to hide in tents right now. Get your sweet ass out here and I’ll give it a treat!” I wasn’t sure what the treat might be, but I crawled out through the tent opening and joined him on his unrolled sleeping bag.

He had stripped off all his clothes now too, and the late afternoon sun turned us to gold. “I hope you showered this morning,” he told me, because I want to eat your sweet ass.”

“As a matter of fact, “ I told him, “I did an ‘under-armpit-and-crotch’ in the washroom before I left the office. I even douched. I wanted to be nice and clean for you. I hope you at least washed your dick,” I joked.

“I did better,” he told me. “ I douched, too, and even brought a douche bulb with us. I also showered and shaved my asshole so you don’t get hair cuts.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he ordered. I did as he ordered, and he crawled round behind me. I wasn’t sure what was coming, but I soon found out. He parted my buttocks with his hands, and the next thing I knew I was being treated to a new and terrific sensation. Danny’s tongue was poking at my rosebud. Then he was lapping up my whole crack, like he was licking an ice-cream cone. The roughness of his tongue sent shivers through me.

I cried out in pleasure. “That’s fantastic,” I exclaimed. But there was more to come. He spat on my hole then inserted his finger to push some spit into me. Then he followed up with his tongue. He forced his curled tongue into my hole and darted in in and out like a lizard’s tongue. It was electric. Now he was sucking at my hole. And while he supported himself on one arm, he reached between me with the other and milked at my stiff dick.

I was getting pleasured from both sides. But I wanted to be fucked again! I wanted Danny to bury his dick deep into me and told him so.

He flopped onto his back, so his dick was sticking straight up into the air. He held it there. It was as hard and swollen as I had ever seen it. I wanted to have it buried deep in my asshole.

“Squat over me, facing me,” he ordered. I did so. “Now sit slowly down on my dick.”

“What about lube?” I asked, a little concerned that it might hurt too much.

“Your ass is practically dripping my spit and your juices,” he assured me. “It should go in easily. If not, there’s a mini-tube of lube in my jeans pocket.” His jeans lay nearby on the ground, but I fingered my hole. Sure enough, it was wet and ready. I took the knob of his dick and positioned it at my hole. I pushed down, and my sphincter opened to receive him in. I felt myself stretching, straining to accept the invasion. Then his knob slipped easily into me, helped by his foreskin sliding back, and with a rush his whole rod moved up into me while I moved down to meet it.

In an instant he was buried in me to the hilt. I felt no pain, just joy that my wonderful dude was fucking me once more, that we were one being. I rocked, forward, pulling his shaft out of me just slightly, and was able to reach down and meet his open mouth with mine.

“My love,” he murmured. “I have never been so in love in my life,” he said. I kissed him more.

“Not even with Barb?” I asked.

“Not even with Barb,” he replied, and a brief frown furrowed his brows. I kissed him again, and began to rock up and down on his rod, enjoying the feel of it sliding in and out of me. Danny would thrust upward to meet my downward push each time. We developed a rhythm. My own dick flapped back and forth as I sat up on his. I felt like I was going to burst.

“I want to cum,” I told Danny.

“Go ahead,” he said. “Jerk off all over me. I want to feel what it is like when you orgasm while I'm in you.”

Still impaled by his cock, I took mine in hand and began to beat it. It did not take long. I felt my muscles tighten around Danny’s dick as my body prepared to shoot its load of sperm. And then spurt after spurt was shooting out of me, great creamy globs of it. One shot even reached Danny’s face and ran down his cheek.

“I can feel you cumming,” he cried. “Your whole hole is clenching my dick. I’m gonna come too!” And he was true to his word. I felt his dick spasming inside my still contracting hole, and his cum shooting into my vitals. While my dick was spurting the last feeble shots of its load, his dick was unloading a massive flood os semen into me.

I flopped on top of him, and we revelled in my cum all over us both. I licked the glob from his cheek and savoured the taste of my own juices.

“I think we had better take a quick swim before dark,” I told him. “We don’t want to be too sweaty and cummy for our first night in bed together!”

********

But it was a while before we went to bed. We made a meal of gourmet wieners cooked on sticks in the campfire, with a side of canned baked beans, as the night crept in. We washed it down with dreadful coffee that tasted so good, because we had made it over our campfire, and we washed the coffee down with a couple of beer from our stash in one of the coolers.

It was still pleasantly warm, so we were naked except for boots and socks. It didn’t take long with dicks and bums glinting in the evening light before we were both ready to go again.

“Want to fuck me?” Danny asked. Of course I did! So we spread his sleeping bag once more right out there in the open, and we did it doggy-style right there in the night. His hole was hot for my dick, and I slipped right in, without any lube but a little spit and a smidgen of pre-cum. Doggy-style gave me lots of leverage, and I really pounded it to him. He didn’t mind at all, and pushed back to meet me at each thrust.

I pumped and pushed and he pushed back. We were like a machine, but a machine filled with the passion of two horny men madly in love with each other and each other’s cocks and holes and bodies. It was if we couldn’t get enough of each other, as if we wanted to weld ourselves together permanently.

“Yes, yes, “ Danny begged. ”Fuck me hard. Push it in as far as you can go. Cum inside me! Mike, we have to make up for all the times we missed!”

And then I was coming once more. My juice shot into him. It squirted again and again, deep inside my man. This was what we were meant to be doing!

We took another quick dip after the night fuck, then reluctantly put on some clothes, because the night was cooling, and there were some nasty mosquitoes round. We stoked up the campfire a bit and dragged a chunk of a log over to make a bench to sit on, then settled back to enjoy togetherness with another mug of our shitty, delicious coffee

.

“I'm so fucking happy,” Danny said. “Things would have been perfect if it wasn’t for that row with Barb,” he said. “Hope she’s fucking enjoying her weekend with the ‘girls.’ She’s been going off like this every few few weeks lately. It pisses me off!”

I didn’t tell him some of the rumours about Barb that I had heard, rumours about her and her boss at the real-estate agency where she worked three days a week. Her boss was Jeff, another classmate of ours, a real go-getter real-estate man, partner in the agency. I knew there was more to the rumours firsthand, because when I attended a Rotary trip with Jeff to Vancouver, Barb had shown up, and the two of them had been overly friendly.

“It’s not that I really care about her going off, “ he continued. “Our marriage has gotten kind of stale, anyway. We don’t even have sex more than about once a month. You and I have had sex more in the last few days than Barb and I have had this year!”

“I didn’t realize that,” I consoled him. “You two seem so happy together.”

“It’s not that we fight, or anything,” he said. “This row was quite the exception. There is just no passion there. It’s as if, once she had Daniel Junior, she felt her job was done. She doesn’t even have much time for the kids any more. But enough about my problems. Get over here and kiss me some more.”

I did as my lover asked, and we sat there on the log in the dark, with the night sounds round us, and the little ripples on the lake lapping against the shore till the fire died out, and we covered it and crept into the tent, stripped naked, and slept, cuddled together between the two unzipped sleeping bags.

********

I awoke, laying on my side, in the early morning light filtering through the tent sides, to a delightful sensation. My dick was like an iron pipe and was being squeezed by a warm hand. Another steely dick was stuck between my legs from behind, rubbing my “taint” and my balls. I craned my neck around to look into the blue eyes of my lover., who was up on one elbow looking down on me.

“What a way to start the day!” I sighed. “Your dick feels soo hard! Where’s the lube?”

Danny responded by straining across for his jeans, which lay on the tent floor nearby. He fumbled in the pockets and retrieved a small plastic cylinder, about an five centimetres long. It was a mini-pack of lube. “I brought a few of these,” he said. I thought they might come in handy.” He withdrew his penis from between my legs to apply lube from the container. He also poked some into my hole with a forefinger. Anticipation sent shivers through me. A few days ago, I had never had a real dick in me. Now I couldn’t wait to have it again and again.

Still on our sides, Danny positioned his skin-covered dick-head against my hole. I relaxed it eagerly, to allow easy entry. And easy it was! A little pressure, a little widening of my orifice, a very little pain, and Danny’s penis slid easily into me. I flung the top sleeping-bag aside and lifted one leg high to allow Danny better access to my hole. He slammed his dick right into me, and immediately began pounding at me. It felt so good!

“Oh, yes, fuck me again, Danny darling!” I cried. “Fill me with your dick and your cum!”

Danny did just that. He set up a steady rhythm which went on for long minutes, his dick pumping in and out of me. Every thrust felt better than the one before, each one seemed even deeper in me than the previous. Now he was starting to strain, and his grunts told me that his climax was coming. I squeezed him with my asshole muscles, wanting his fluids inside me. That was the trigger. Danny began blasting his morning load deep into my waiting innards. I felt him spasm again and again and clenched my sphincter to squeeze every last drop out of him.

When he had finished, he lay still, still inside me, and reached over me and grabbed my hot rod one more. “Want me to jack you off?” he asked.

“No,” I said. “We’ll save it for later. Time to get moving for the day.”

Reluctantly, we crawled out of the tent and got dressed. It was a little cool and damp out yet, too cool for nakedness. Rather than light a campfire, we got the two-burner propane stove from the boat and cooked up a passable meal of sausages, eggs and toast, which wasn’t too badly burned, and a pot of coffee, which, unlike the previous night’s was quite palatable, and not filled with bits of twigs and ash. Whatever, it all smelled better than any meal I had ever eaten, there in the fresh morning air, with my lover.

We wasted the morning away, exploring and pottering around the old farm site. I believe there had been a whole village in this area in the first part of the 1900s. It had been populated by “conchies” - conscientious objectors - from World War 1 until after World War 2. Most of the buildings had remained intact till the late 1900s when access to powerboats gave vandals more access to the area. But at least boaters had made a few repairs to the old jetty.

We tried our hands at trout fishing from the old structure, and even managed to catch a couple of rainbows each, which would be good eating for our evening meal.

The morning was warming up fast, so we stripped off our clothes. For some reason, Danny was a bit shy of going naked out on the jetty, even though I was sure there was no-one round for miles, but a little friendly fondling soon lead him to abandon them. It was fuck time again!

Someone was still gazing some cattle up here, and we found evidence of it in the form of cow pies all over the place. They were dried right out, so the beef must be further up the river somewhere. We didn’t really want to meet up with them, because semi-wild cattle can be kind of mean.

But one advantage to the cattle being there was the fact that they owner had dumped of a few bales of hay quite recently, ready to feed them come winter, if necessary, I guess. One of these bales made a perfect substitute for a sex-sling for me to fuck Danny.

Danny lay on his back across the bale of hay and flipped his feet and legs up over his head. He had more of his mini-lubes in a fanny pack he had been wearing, and I broke open one of them to grease up my dick and his hole. Then I fucked him just as furiously as he had done me first this this morning.

“You know what I really like?” I panted, as I fucked his ass.

“What?” he gasped back.

“We don’t talk about ‘making love.’ We just call it what it is - fucking! Pure manimal sex - man-fucking!

“Sure, we may be expressing how much we love each other when we do it, but when it all comes down to it, it is sheer sex, and we both love it - and each other!”

“You’ve got that right,” Danny puffed, “but shut up with all the gab and fuck my ass good!” Like a good little man, I did as I was told, and soon deposited one hell of a huge load in his hot manhole!

********

After a tuna fish sandwich lunch. we set out, clothed again in case of brambles, to explore up the river a bit. A short way up, the ground rose sharply, and the river tumbled down to lake level over some warm rocks. At the top, it had formed into a large pond, either by the work of beavers, or random driftwood that had washed down and blocked the river to where it tumbled over the rocks.

We lazed on the warm rocks for a bit, and the warmth persuaded us to discard out clothes again and leave them here where we could collect them on the way back.

Danny kept only his his boots, fanny-pack, and his lube; I even left off the boots, until I stepped on some blackberry brambles while I was skipping stones on the pond. That quickly convinced me that footwear was a must.

As the afternoon heated up, we decided this was as far as we would go for today. Tomorrow morning we would explore further, so we work on our tans, mostly, except for a brief stint when we both tested the suppleness of out bodies in an afternoon fuck.

I did - well, I’m not sure what to call it - but sort of a shoulder stand, on my back, I suppose, in a patch of soft grasses. Danny spread his legs over me, standing erect, and lowered his dick by bending his knees. He aimed it for my hole. Ready greased from another tube of lube, his rigid rod sank easily into me. By bending and straightening his knees he could power-fuck me. It was another great manfuck!

That evening, after a delicious meal of fresh rainbow trout and cold baked beans, we sat bundled together, sucking beers by the campfire until it burned out and the night air turned chill. We crawled between the sleeping-bags once more, and cuddled together, satiated from a day of wonderful sex and togetherness, enjoying the warmth of each other’s bodies and the scent of each other’s breath.

********

Sunday morning it was my turn to wake Danny. It was hardly light when I woke, badly in need of a leak with a raging piss-hard. Danny was snoring softly beside me, his back turned to me. Carefully I slipped off the air-mattress so as not to bounce him round too much. Unzipping the tent entry door and mosquito screen, I slipped outside. I stepped a few yards away from the tent, naked in the cool early light. With such a woody, it was hard to get started, but soon I was pissing a flood. When I had finished, I still had the woody, and clambered back into the tent and zipped it up once more.

In the half-light, I found Danny’s fanny-pack and retrieved a tube of lubricant. I pulled back the top sleeping-bag, uncovering the naked Danny. Carefully, I smeared some lubricant on his hole. Even more carefully, I inserted the tip of my finger into his hole. To my surprise, it opened readily, and my oily finger slipped all the way in. In his sleep, he murmured with what sounded like pleasure. I wriggled over so I was cupped around his back. I smeared more of the lube in my uncut dick. I could see it glisten in the soft light.

I placed my knob against Danny’s hole. I pushed gently, thinking to slowly get into him, but just like with my finger, his hole seemed to have a mind of its own. With just the slightest pressure from me, it opened and engulfed my dick-head, then my whole shaft. My cock rushed into him, and I was hard against his back!

“Mmmmm,” he murmured, “what took you so long? I’ve been waiting for you to get back and fuck me since you left for you piss!”

“You jerk,” I exclaimed, “and here I was trying not to waken you!” I pulled the top sleeping-bag back over us and wrapped my arms around him, and nuzzled his neck and ear with my lips. “I love you so much,” I told him.

“I know,” he replied. “I can feel your love inside me. Do me slowly!” I slid a hand down his chest to his groin and cupped his balls. “Stay inside me forever!” We set up a gentle, slow movement, me pushing into him, while he pushed back onto me, or squeezed my shaft with his asshole muscles, and I squeezed his dick and fondled his raging rod.

I don’t know how long we kept this up, but it must have been over an hour when the pressure got too much. I sped up my thrusting a little, and without much urging, my juices began to flow. I pumped my load into him, and lay there, spent.

I guess I dozed off, and Danny did, too. I don’t know how long we slept. It couldn’t have been too long, but I awoke when my dick popped out of him. I felt a dribble of warm cum follow it out of his ass. I kissed him on the neck. He was awake, and rolled over so we were face to face.

He kissed me. “So what are we going to do today?” he asked. “Aside from fuck?”

********

We started out at the point we had reached yesterday, at the pond above the small falls, where we sunned and necked a little.

Of course, that soon led to shedding our clothes, except for our boots, which in turn led to a couple of raging hardens again. Danny eyed my hard, hard rod greedily.

“Come into the shade,” he said. “I want to get a taste of your dick, but I can feel my shoulders burning already.” The sun was hot this morning, and Danny’s skin was slightly lighter pigmentation than mine. He burned easier. It was funny. I had an Irish background and name - Murphy - but Danny, with his Australian-Italian background, had the lighter, freckled skin and reddish tinge to his dark hair.

I followed him into the shade of the surrounding trees, where he dropped to his knees, and eagerly took my knob into his mouth.

He gobbled eagerly for a short time, then relinquished it.

“Come on,” he said, “let’s explore some.” He led us up the narrow trail which followed the winding of the river through the woods. It was a pleasant, easy walk, with lots of things to keep us interested, such as a large grey heron which was fishing in the shallows until our approach, then flapped lazily away from us interlopers.

One stretch of the trail was covered in thousands of tiny green frogs, hopping every which way in the shaded path. It was impossible to proceed without squashing some of them underfoot.

Another bend in the river was populated by dozens of water-snakes which swam back and forth between the banks, presumably catching frogs or tadpoles or small fish or something. Danny assured me they were non-poisonous. There were no poisonous snakes on this peninsula on this side of the Coast Range. Nor skunks. Nor grizzlies. Nor coyotes. There were some black bears, though, and the occasional cougar. I hoped we would run into neither.

We did come across a couple of domestic cows, though, and a doe with two of this year’s fawns, still with their spots.

Near this spot we found a mossy ledge under a huge tree, Danny decided it would be a great bed for sex, and soon he had me on my back with my legs in the air, his cock buried deep inside me. He pumped at me rapidly, and came fairly soon. Just as well, because dry moss is quite prickly, and it only thinly covered rocks and roots on the rough ground.

After that, we headed back for camp, knowing that our magical camping trip would soon be coming to an end, and we would have to get back to our day-to-day lives.

********

In the afternoon, we caught a few more trout from the jetty. We could have gone trolling for bigger ones in the boat, but the silence here was too inviting, giving us a chance to talk about many things we had never dared to talk about before we became lovers, when we both presumed the other was totally straight.

Of course, there was plenty of time for the occasional kiss, or grope, and even suck, but I think we were deliberately putting off a final fuck until the very last minute. It was good just being together, knowing that we could have each other whenever we wanted.

Of course, much of the time we had woodies, which waved round like fishing rods in the afternoon sunlight.

The shadows were lengthening by the time we had eaten, dismantled the tent, and packed most of our gear in the stern of my boat. We had kept one sleeping-bag out to sit on for a bit, while we savoured our last minutes before the long trip back to town. We were still naked, and a little heavy necking soon spawned raging hards again. We engaged in a little mutual jack-off for a while, Danny beating my meat while I rubbed away at his. I loved to watch his foreskin flipping back and forth over his knob. We sat side by side, bodies touching, faces turned to each other, and hungrily kissing over and over.

Soon Danny whispered, “It’s time for you to fuck me again. I want you in me so bad!”

I didn’t need any more coaxing than that. In moments I had opened another tube of lubricant and had my dick slippery. Danny lay on his back on the sleeping-bag and flipped his legs into the air, exposing his lovely hole. “Do me this way, so we can still kiss,” he said. I poked a little lube into his hole, then straddled him. I pushed my knob against his rosebud and gave a little shove. He opened readily, and my rod moved into him, rapidly, like a train roaring into a tunnel. His hot bowels engulfed my raging rod. We were one once more.

I was hungry for him. While I pounded at his ass, I tried to eat him with my mouth. And he was just as ravenous. Our tongues darted in and out of each other’s mouths. We licked and sucked while we fucked. We pounded at each other.

“Oh, yeah!” Danny cried. “Fuck me! Cum in me!”

Our fucking grew frantic. I bounced and bucked on top of him, while his ass muscles strained and contracted, trying to draw me further in. Faster! Harder! Faster! And then the climax, my cum pouring into his ass, both of us slowing down, panting, puffing. Finally, I collapsed on top of him.

“Wow,” I said. “The perfect end to the perfect weekend. I love you, dude.”

“And I love you, mate,” he replied.

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