It was barely dark as I pulled to a stop outside our home to let my wife Barb out of our 5-year-old Dodge Caravan. I was letting Barb off first so our 15-year-old daughter Jen could go visit with her friends for a while to make up for having to babysit 5-year-old Daniel Junior whose birth had inspired us to buy the family-friendly Caravan.

"See you in a while, honey, " my wife said as she got out. "Mike, " she said to my buddy in the back seat, "get in the front with Danny." She slid open the side door, and Mike, my other passenger mumbled something unintelligible as he stumbled out and climbed into the front passenger seat. Barb closed the doors behind him, while Mike fumbled with the seat belt, trying to put it on. Succeeding, he lolled back in the seat, eyes half shut.

My mate Mike was the reason I was dropping Barb off and continuing on. Mike was already at the local bar when we had arrived earlier, and it seemed he had been there quite a while. He had phoned us from the bar to join him, which was why we had conscripted Jen to babysit her younger brother. Now Mike was shit-faced drunk, and I was driving him home. I had never seen him so drunk. He must have pounded them back before we had arrived, because he had drunk little while we were with him. When we were leaving, he had begged us to drive him home.

I pulled away from the curb and saw Barb heading into the house. Mike kept mumbling things like "Sorry to be such an idiot," and "You are a good buddy to drive me out of your way." At first, his mumblings were almost unintelligible, but I noticed as we proceeded the 20 km to Mike's cabin at the beach south of town that his ramblings were becoming more and more coherent. The booze seemed to be wearing off fast.

I pulled up the darkened driveway to Mike's cabin and came to a stop right outside the front door. I left the motor running.

"Here we are, mate," I told him. "Can you make it in OK?"

Mike turned to me, his face lit by the dashboard lights. "Danny, I need to ask a really big favour from you, really big."

"Sure, " I assured him. "Anything for my buddy."

"Will you come in for a few minutes?" he begged, as he slid out of the vehicle. "I don't want to ask you out here."

"Can't it wait until tomorrow? I'd better get home."

"Please," he begged. "It won't take long. Please!"

Reluctantly, I shut off the engine and climbed out and joined him. I followed him to the front door. He fumbled with the lock, but managed to get it open and flicked on the living room lights. He led me in. There was no sign of the staggering and stumbling that he had exhibited half an hour earlier.

"Sit down," he invited, as he settled himself on the chesterfield sofa. He pointed to the cushion beside him. I sat down.

"I've thought for a long time about what I am going to ask you," Mike said solemnly. He looked me straight in the face. His handsome face strained to convey his earnestness. I waited expectantly.

Mike and I had been best of friends since Junior High, when we had first met, soon after my parents immigrated from Australia and brought me with them, much against my wishes, because it meant leaving my "mates" behind. "Mates" is Aussie slang for buddies. But, as I said, I soon met Mike, and he became my new "mate." We had rarely been apart since then, except for brief periods when each of us went off to our respective colleges, I to study horticulture, and he to become a chiropractor. Now I had my own landscaping business and he had his own thriving practice here in town. Mike was unbelievably good-looking and dark-haired and dark-skinned as I was. He was considered a great catch for some woman, and many had tried. The first woman that tried to catch me was Barb. She had succeeded.

"If you don't want to do this favour, I'll understand," he said, "but promise me you'll still be my friend, that you won't hate me."

"Don't be silly," I assured him. "We are mates for life. You were my best man at my wedding. You're still my best man. Go ahead. Ask away!"

There was a long silence, and he stared at me pleadingly. What did he want? A major loan? But his practice was thriving! What else could he want? I would give this man anything he wanted of me - and I mean anything. The silence stretched on and on as he gathered himself to ask me whatever was on his mind.

"I want you to fuck me," he finally mumbled. Then there was silence.

The silence was replaced by a drum pounding somewhere. The drum was my own pulse throbbing in my heart and head and groin. His words "I want you to fuck me!" echoed in my brain.

"Don't be silly," I said again. "It's just the alcohol talking. You'll feel differently tomorrow." But I was praying that it wasn't just booze talking.

"I'm not drunk," he confessed. "I never was. It was all an act. I was hoping you'd drive me home by yourself. I just wanted to get you here alone so I could ask you to fuck me.

"Please don't hate me," he begged again. I could see the pain on his face as he waited for my reply.

I could not reply. I could not even get my breath. My whole world had just turned upside down. Everything I had believed was twisted, inverted. My best mate, Mike wanted me to fuck him!

I had dreamed of this moment from the first day we had met. For years I had thought of nothing else but sex with Mike whenever I saw him or thought about him! Yes, I loved Barb even though we rarely had sex anymore, and I loved the kids, but I loved Mike more than all of them. He was all I had ever wanted. I had fantasized about fucking him, about him fucking me, even on those rare occasions when I was enjoying sex with Barb.

"Please ..."

I couldn't get my breath enough to make words. Instead, I reached out for him. He flinched away. He thought I was trying to hit him, to strike out at him, but I grabbed him by the arms and drew him toward me. I wrapped my arms around him and forced my mouth upon his. My tongue forced his lips open, and then he realized what I was doing. His mouth opened to meet mine. We struggled to swallow each other whole, it seemed.

"Yes," I gasped. "I've always wanted this, wanted you. I love you, Mike."

Our bodies were writhing against each other. My dick had leapt to full hardness and was straining against the cloth of my jeans, and I could tell that Mike was going commando under his slacks, because his cock too was straining to get out.

Then we were tearing at each other's clothes, trying to get them off, to feel each other's nakedness. Mike still hadn't said a word. His mouth kept reaching for mine, trying to eat me, to make me part of himself, it seemed. As he dragged me toward the bedroom, we left a trail of discarded clothes behind us.

We fell onto Mike's king-sized bed, naked, writhing together like worms, eels, snakes, our bodies intertwining, our rock-hard dicks straining against each other. At last, Mike turned face down on the bed.

"Fuck me, Danny," he begged.

I wanted nothing more.

"I've wanted to fuck you for as long as I've known you," I told him. "From the very first day we met!"

"Oh, my god," he whispered. "The years we have wasted!"

"Do you have any condoms," I asked.

"No, no condoms! Do me bareback. I want your cum inside me. I'm clean and std free."

"Then what about lube?" I asked, anxious not to hurt him.

"There's some hand lotion in the drawer," he told me, gesturing towards the nightstand by the bed. "Will that do?"

"Probably," I said, as I retrieved some Vaseline hand lotion from the drawer he had indicated, and began to spread some on my cock. I took another dollop and worked it into his tight, beautiful asshole. He flinched when I slid my finger into him.

"Have you ever been fucked before?" I asked, not out of jealousy, or anything, but I wanted to find out whether he knew what was coming.

"No," Mike admitted, "but I have stuck things inside myself."

"Things?" I queried.

"Carrots, cucumbers, a dildo," he admitted sheepishly. "I always imagined that they were your dick. Have you ever fucked a guy before?"

"Yes," I confessed. "Once in Vancouver I hooked up with a guy in the hotel bar and took him back to my room. He stayed the night with me, and we fucked each other. He looked a lot like you, and I imagined it was you."

While we talked, I had been easing my lubed fingers in and out of his lubed, tight hole. He winced occasionally, but it was loosening up. By now I had two fingers entering him.

Still face down on the bed, he spread his legs wide, exposing his waiting love-hole to me even more.

"I'm ready," he said. "Go ahead. Fuck me!"

I knelt between his legs, and lowered myself down onto him, guiding my throbbing 7" to his hot hole. I positioned it at the entrance and pushed forward gently. Again, he winced, and I withdrew my cock.

"No," Mike exclaimed. "Do me!"

Once more I pushed my uncut dick-head, sheathed in its foreskin, toward his luscious hole. I began to push it in carefully. But Mike took things unto himself. Suddenly, he thrust up and back against me, driving my rock-hard rod deep into himself. I felt it sliding in, forcing its way past the inner sphincter, which tightened against my shaft. He let out a sharp cry of pain as the rock-hard rod drove deeper and deeper into him until my groin was pressed firmly against his buttocks and my dick could go now deeper.

"Holy shit," Mike gasped. "Fuck, that hurt!" I was now laying flat on top of his back, my dick luxuriating in the heat of his bowels.

"Do you want me to take it out?" I whispered in his ear.

"Fuck no," he replied. "I've waited forever for this. Just lay still a moment till I get used to it." I did as he said, and contented myself by kissing and licking the ear of this wonderful man whom I loved so much, loved more than ever, now that we were united in a fuck.

Soon I felt his ass muscles clenching around me. Then he was pushing back onto me more, trying to get more of my length into himself. I raised myself on my arms and peered down between us as I slowly withdrew my steely dick, watching in awe as it withdrew from the depths of his soul. Then it was fully out.

"Again!" he ordered, and I pushed down to meet his waiting hole. The muscles opened easily, and once more my cock was burrowing deep into him. Again and again, I drove slowly into his ass, and withdrew, over and over. I could feel my cum building to eruption. "Faster!" Mike demanded.

"I'll cum," I objected.

"I don't care. I want you to. I want your cum inside me."

That was all it took. My load went swelling up my shaft exploding deep inside Mike, spurting again and again and again. My juices flooded his insides.

"I can feel you coming in me," Mike exclaimed in awe. "It feels so fantastic! I love you so much, Danny, my darling." Another spurt exploded from me. More of my semen went squirting into the depths of Mike's bowels. And again. And again. I had not released so much cum at once in years.

At last I was spent and lay still on top of Mike, still buried inside him, but I could feel my dick slowly shrinking and contracting, withdrawing from this heavenly sanctuary. At last it popped free. I rolled off Mike and lay on my back beside him. He too rolled onto his back. He turned his head and gazed at me intently, his beautiful brown eyes filled with love. He reached forward and kissed me gently, and I responded eagerly.

"That was wonderful," he said. "I can't wait to do it again."

"We will," I assured him. "We have lots of catching up to do, lots of wasted moments to make up for."

"I'm still hard," Mike said. "Do you want me to do you?"

"No, not now," I replied. "When we have more time. I don't want it to be a quickie." I leached over and took his thick, long cut cock in my hand and squeezed. It was the first time I had had his prick in my hand. It felt so wonderful. I sat up and admired it for a moment, then bent, and took it in my mouth, driving it as far down my throat as I could before the gag reflex took over and I had to stop. I slid my mouth and lips up and down his shaft.

"Oh, fuck, he whispered. "I'm going to cum already!" He wasn't kidding. Almost immediately his hot juices flooded into my mouth. I swallowed them eagerly, savouring the salty-sweet taste of my mate Mike. I held the last of it in my mouth. I lay on top of him and pressed my mouth to his. He knew instinctively what I was trying to do, and opened his mouth to receive some of his own cum. We passed his man juice back and forth between us until we eventually swallowed it all.

"Oh, man, that was HOT!" Mike whispered, and I agreed.

But it was time to part – for now!

As I gathered my discarded clothes from the floor, I assured Mike once more that no, I didn't hate him - I loved him more than ever, and wanted to be with him again as soon as possible, to have him fuck me like I had fucked him.

When I got home, Barb was still up, watching TV. Daniel was sound asleep, and Jen was already home and gone to her room. Nothing was said about the fact that it was nearly two hours since I had dropped Barb off, even though Mike's cabin was less than 15 minutes away.

"Get Mike home OK, hon? she asked as I settled beside her on the sofa.

"Yeah, but he was so drunk it took me quite a while to get him into the house and undressed and into bed," I lied. It had taken us no time at all to get naked and into bed.

"Undressed? Undressed naked?" she queried. I nodded. "Mmmm. Does he have a big dick? He has such a nice bulge in his pants!"

"Barb!" I exclaimed. "Us men don't notice that sort of thing." More lies. I have always loved Mike's bulge, and now I loved his big naked dick even more.

"Well, does he? How big was it?"

"I don't know," I told her. "It wasn't hard or anything, but I suppose it was about the same size as mine soft."

"Well, that's pretty big, then."

"I suppose so," I agreed. "But I'll have to look at it more closely to be sure." I winked at her.

"Danny, you're awful, but I think it's great you two are such close buddies," she laughed, carrying the joke along.

Little did she know I wasn't joking one bit. I couldn't wait to see my mate Mike's dick up close again!

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