My phone never rings at 6 am in the morning, so when it did, all sorts of horrible thoughts raced through my mind. Someone had died? My mother? My father? My sister? My brother?

My imagination went right out of control when I voice I didn’t quite recognize said,

What the fuck? What was going on here? Did she find out about us?

“Why was Danny in the lockup?” I asked. Dave Burrows was a team-mate of Danny and I on the softball team we all played for, so I knew he would level with me.

“I gather he got drunk and smashed up his house a bit. I understand his wife told him she’s leaving him.”

“I’ll be right in to get him,” I told Dave.

*********

I was passing time at the front desk with Dave when another officer lead Danny out from the cell area. He was still in my sweat pants, and T, and looked to be soaking wet. He also looked very embarrassed. He gave me a sidelong look and a sheepish grin as Dave told him:

“Your wife is not pressing charges, Danny, and neither are we. I suggest you stay away from her for a bit, or at least calm down and clean up before you go home. Mike’s here to pick you up. Barb asked us to call him.” He handed Danny his boot laces, asked him to sign a logbook, then told us both to get out of there.

I led Danny out to the jeep. It was not much past 7 am, and there were few cars in the parking lot.

“Come on, buddy. You look like shit. Let’s get you home and get you cleaned up!” I told him, and he climbed in to the passenger seat. Once we were out of the parking lot I asked, “What the fuck’s going on? Why were in jail? Why are you soaking wet?”

“Barb’s been fucking Jeff Martin,” he blurted. “She’s leaving me and the kids and moving to Nanaimo with him.” Then he proceeded to tell me all about their confrontation, drinking a bottle of whiskey, and smashing stuff. He wasn’t sure about being so wet, but he gathered he got rather loud in the cells and they turned a hose on him to cool him down.

“Anyway,” he said, “I’m all cooled down now. I just didn’t see this coming. Our sex life kinda fizzled out ages ago. I thought we were ‘comfortably’ married. I guess Barb needed a bit more than that. When I think of how sex-crazy you and I have been in the last few days, I can understand her needs. I hope she’ll be happy with him.”

“What about the kids?” I asked.

“She says they can’t take them. I don’t know that I would want to give them up, anyway. So they’ll stay with me for now. I’ll figure out some way to manage. But it will probably mean I won’t have a lot of time for you.”

“I’m sure we’ll work it out.” I saw Danny shiver in the early morning air. “We had better get you out of those wet clothes,” I said.

“Sex fiend!” he admonished.

********

Danny took a warm shower, while I searched out some jeans and another shirt for him. “Do you want undies?” I called.

“No, I’m fine with commando!” he called back. I took the clothes to him in the bathroom and lay them on the sink. He stepped out of the shower and began drying down with a towel I handed him. I noticed that his cock was already at half-mast, and waggled back and forth as he dried himself. He reached over and kissed me on the cheek.

“Thanks for rescuing me,” he said. “Hadn’t you better be getting ready for work?”

“Not today,” I told him. “When the cops phoned, I called Dolly, my receptionist, and told her to reschedule all my appointments. I’m taking the day off.”

“Thanks,” he said. “You’re a real good mate!” He kissed me again.

“Hey, you’d better shave,” I told him. “You’ve got 4 days growth there. It feels like being kissed by a wire brush. There’s a new blade in my razor, and there’s shaving soap and brush right there on the sink.”

Danny ran his hand over his bristle. “Yeah, you’re right,” he said, and began to run some hot water into the sink. I stood behind him and watched him in the mirror while he lathered up and shaved, scraping away the stubble of three days or more. He kept his eyes on me while he shaved. In the mirror, I could see his cock getting harder. “Get naked with me,” he suggested.

I did not have to be asked a second time, and soon we were both naked in front of the mirror. From behind, I kneaded his neck and shoulder muscles.

“Shit, you’re tense,” I know just the thing to loosen you up. Come into my massage room.” I had a room adjoining the bathroom with a massage table which I had set up for giving private massages to friends – not sexual or sensual, just as a courtesy to friends with aches and a pains, like guys from the softball team.

I led Danny in there, our semi-hard dicks waving in front of us. “Lie face down on the bench, I instructed him. He did so. I moved round to the head of the table and began to knead and massage his tight, tight muscles. They began to loosen up immediately, my muscle began to tighten.

Danny wriggled forward so his head was hanging off the edge of the bench. He opened his mouth and gabbed my dick-head with it. While I kneaded his back, he sucked and mouthed my cock!

He spat my dick out just long enough to tell me, “I need your cock in me. Fuck me. That will loosen me up for sure.”

“Not yet, “ I chided him. “You are too tense. But I’ve got something that might satisfy you for now.” I trotted into the bathroom, and came back with a tube of lube, which I had purchased a good supply of since Danny first fucked me, and a graduated butt-plug which I had picked up in the town’s only sex-shop. It had three spherical bulges along its length, each bigger than the first. I sometimes used it on myself.

“What do you think of this?” I asked.

“Hmm, looks interesting, Danny mused. “Let’s try it.” I oiled up both the butt-plug and his asshole with K-Y, then placed the tip at his hole. The first sphere disappeared immediately. The second followed. The third hesitated while Danny’s butt-muscles relaxed and stretched to accommodate it, then it, too, popped inside him.

“Yes, that feels good,” he agreed. “Not as good as your dick, but good enough for now!”

I resumed work on his shoulder and neck muscles, while he resumed chomping down on my dick. When I had finished with his upper body, I switched my attention to his super-tense lower back muscles. He was unable to reach my dick with his mouth any more, so fondled me with one hand. My hard dick was soon oozing pre-cum.

“Get up here on the table with me,” Danny ordered. “Take the butt-plug out and do me, doggy-style.” I discarded the butt-plug and climbed up on the table, where Danny had assumed the doggy position on hands and knees. I didn’t need any more lube. Danny’s hole was well-greased from the butt-plug. My dick slipped in easily.

“Ah, yes,” he sighed, “much better!” He pushed himself up on his arms and strained his head round. “Kiss me,” he ordered. Still inside him, I wrapped one hand round him and reached forward with my mouth to meet his. How I wanted this man of mine!

I began to pump steadily at his ass, pausing every now and then to taste his lips and tongue. Soon, our rhythm picked up. We were smashing our bodies together, pounding my crotch into his ass. He was clenching his ass muscles, squeezing my dick as it slid in and out of him, sucking my juices up from my balls, getting me ready to blast another hot load into him. And then I came, shooting masses of the white stuff deep inside him, putting my seed into him. As I squeezed my last spurt out me into him, I told him,

“Now you do me. I need some dick, too!”

“Sit on my dick, then,” Danny requested. “I like to see it going in and out of me.”

We tried on the table, but it was too precarious, so we switched to the carpeted floor. Danny lay on his back and I squatted over him, facing him. I lowered myself onto him. We didn’t use any lube, but there was plenty of Danny’s pre-cum caught up in his foreskin, and my hole was kind of wet, too. His knob met little resistance, as I consciously relaxed my sphincter to allow him to enter me. I lowered myself slowly, savouring the feeling of his dick edging up into me. Soon I was sitting right down on him, with seven inches of man-meat buried in me.

I bounced up and down on his staff, driving it into me as deep as it would go. His knob rubbing against my prostate soon gave me a new woody, too, and my seven inches waved and wobbled as I fucked myself with Danny’s dick.

“Let’s see if we can cum at the same time,” Danny suggested. “Beat off while we fuck. Shoot it all over me!” So while Danny bucked, and I bounced, I beat my meat rapidly. Soon I could feel it rising to the occasion. I was ready to squirt.

“I’m gonna cum,” I told him.

“I know. I can feel you tightening up round me,” he said. “I’m ready, too.”

Surges ran though my groin as cum shot out of my dick and all over Danny’s abdomen. At the same time, I could feel him straining into me as my asshole clenched around him in my orgasmic throes. Finished, I flopped forward on top of him, his dick still inside me, and we revelled in my cum all over both of us.

When we had regained our breaths, I suggested,

“Perhaps we had better hit that shower again. Then we can sit down and figure out what we are going to do from here on.”

“Good idea,” Danny agreed, and that’s what we did.

It was only a little after nine in the morning by this time. There was no real reason to get dressed yet, so we didn’t. We wandered around the cabin completely at ease in our nakedness together. It was a nice feeling. I made us some toast and coffee while Danny made a few calls, one to one of his workers to tell him to continue with the job they had been on last Friday, one to his insurance company, who said they would not pay for self-inflicted repairs to his property, and one to a glazing company arranging to have the patio sliding doors repaired.

The he made a couple to Barb. She hung up immediately on the first call, but as soon as she answered on the second, he cried, “Please! Don’t hang up!” She didn’t, because I heard him say, “We really need to talk, to get arrangements in place.” A pause. “No, I won’t try to talk you out of leaving. We just have to get some things settled.” Another pause. “After lunch, OK?” Pause. “Yes, I called Contemporary Glass. They’ll be there this morning.” Pause. “Yes, leave the kids at your mom’s for now.” Pause. “Yes, see you this afternoon.” He hung up the phone.

We sat in the dining nook on the wicker stools. Our butts would soon have been crosshatched with weave patterns if it weren’t for some cloth cushions I had bought because of the effect of sitting naked on them.

“I’ve been thinking,” Danny said. “Maybe I should tell barb about us, that we are in love, that we are having sex.”

“For God’s sake! Why?” I exclaimed.

“Well, for starters, there’s nothing to get so worked up about. What we are doing is completely legal in Canada, except maybe the adultery part, and I’m sure that’s not a criminal offence.”

I felt very uncomfortable at what he was suggesting. I was not sure if I was ready to come out of the closet.

“Then there’s Barb, It’s not fair of me to let her talk all the blame for the end of our marriage. Maybe she did start cheating months ago, and I just started last week, but it amounts to the same thing. Both she and I have fallen for other men!

“It’s up to you,” Danny assured me. “If you really don’t want me to tell her, I won’t, but it will come out sooner or later, and in the meantime, we would just be living in a giant lie.”

I considered what he said. It made sense, but if it got out, what would my family think? What would my customers think? Rationally, I realized it was their problem if they couldn’t accept me for who I am, couldn’t accept Danny as my mate in the true sense of the word, but confronted with the possibilities, I was in panic mode.

Reluctantly, I finally agreed.

“Thank you,” He squeezed my thigh.

“But what about the kids?” I asked. I loved Danny’s kids almost as much as I loved him, and they loved their “Uncle Mike.” But I wasn’t sure whether I wanted young Jen to think of me as some evil faggot who had seduced her father. Daniel was probably too young to understand, anyway, but Jen was fifteen!

“I’ll tell them when the time is ripe,” Danny said, “but for now, one thing at a time. I still have to explain to them that their mother is going away and leaving them, that they will only have a Daddy to look after them for now.”

“And what about us?” I asked. “With the kids to look after, you won’t have much time for me.” I knew what I was saying was selfish, but it had to be said.

“Don’t worry, my love,” he said. “It’s taken us almost twenty years to get to this point in our relationship. I am not about to lose what we have now!

“In the meantime, we’d better get dressed. Later I’ll get you to drop me off at home. Barb and I need to work out a few things. I may need to stay here for a few days. Will that be OK with you?”

“Of course, lover,” he grinned. “We’ll get to play house.”

I stood behind him sitting on his stool, and kissed his neck. He stood too, and I wrapped my arms round him and nuzzled and kissed him greedily. Both our dicks began to rise.

It was quite a while before we got around to getting dressed.

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