It’s more than two years since Mike dropped me off at home, but I remember some events from that two years as if they were yesterday.

Mike asked whether I wanted him to come inside with me, but I told him there were some things I had to do for myself – such as apologizing.

The mini van was still in the driveway where I had parked it the night before. There was plywood nailed over the opening where the patio doors had been, and the glaziers were just loading the remains of the sliding doors on their truck to cart them off for reglazing.

My keys were still inside the house, probably still on the kitchen counter where I had dropped them last night. Although I could have taken the spare house key from its hiding place and used it, I rang the bell and waited.

At last, Barb opened the door. She just stared at me. The silence dragged. I took the initiative.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “About last night. About everything. But it happened.”

“You’d better come in,” she said eventually. We moved into the kitchen area once more. My keys were just where I had left them, and I pocketed them.

“So where do we go from here?” she asked.

“I’m not sure,” I replied. “What are your plans?” We were being so civil and rational. It was as if the previous seventeen years of our lives were not spent together.

“Well, we are going to the Island on Friday afternoon,” she told me. “I’d like to stay in the house until then. I have things to pack and loose ends to tie up.”

“That’s OK by me,” I assured her. “Mike said I can stay with him until you leave. But what about the kids?”

“Well, I’ll have to tell them what’s happening. My mom said they can stay with her until the weekend, and you can leave them with her during the day once I am gone.

“I don’t want anything from you,” she continued, “except half our joint account. I have a good nest-egg in my private account.

“You keep the house,” she added. “You and the kids will need it. And the van.”

“I’ve got the work truck,” I told her, “if you want to take the van.”

“No, she replied. “You’ll need it to lug the kids around. I will want them to come visit with me regularly once I’m settled in Nanaimo.”

“Of course, “ I agreed. I paused for a minute, getting up the courage to tell her.

“Barb, there’s something else I have to tell you ... about me and Mike.” I paused again, breathlessly. I couldn't go on.

She stared at me, waiting for me to finish. The comprehension hit her; her eyes widened.

“Oh, my God! You and Mike are getting it on together, aren’t you?” There was no bitterness or incrimination or revulsion in her voice, just amazement.

I felt myself flushing all shades of red. “Well, yes …” I admitted.

“Well, that’s great,” she said, quite sincerely. There was not a hint of sarcasm or condemnation in her voice. “I sort of sensed something had happened between you two when you came home from his place last week. You were acting funny. That’s when it happened, wasn’t it?”

I nodded my head.

“You know,” she confided, “I’ve always wondered when you two would get round to it. There’s always been something intensely passionate in your friendship. I know Mike has always loved you. Well, good for you both. He’s a great guy. And you love him, too?”

“Yes,” I admitted. “But the kids don’t need to know just yet. I’ll tell them when the time comes.”

“Yes, that would be better. Well, shall we go and break the news to them that their mom is running away with another man?”

*******

The kids took it pretty much as expected when we sat them down at Barb’s mom’s and Barb told them her news. Daniel Junior burst into tears and clung to his mother. Jen, at fifteen, played the role of teenage cynic, shrugged her shoulders, and said, “Whatever!” which caused Barb to break into tears.

In the end, it was agreed that the kids would stay with Barb’s mom till the weekend, to give Barb a chance to do her packing and other chores. I would pick them up Saturday and bring them home. On weekdays I would drop them back at Barb’s mom’s for the day and collect them again after work – just for the summer. Once school went back there would be a different schedule. Daniel would be turning six and starting Grade One. Jen would be going into Grade Ten.

I think Barb’s mom, Bev, was secretly pleased to hear that I too was having an affair. That way she could tell herself that it wasn’t all her daughter’s fault that the marriage was over. It didn’t seem to faze her at all that my affair was with my best mate, Mike. I guess she had got used to gay romances on her favourite daytime soaps. We had decided to tell her before she heard it from somewhere else.

Later, I took Barb back to the house and picked up a few things of my own for my stay at Mike’s.

At the door, saying good-bye, she stopped me.

“Friends?” she asked.

“Always,” I agreed. “Be happy!”

“You, too,” she responded. And that was that.

I was now a single dad!

********

I drove back to Mike’s feeling a lot happier than I had been in the last sixteen hours. It was late afternoon when I got back to the cabin with my gear. Mike was taking advantage of the fact that his cabin was secluded, at the top of a small bay, with woods on three sides and the open ocean to the west, with Texada Island in the distance and Vancouver Island beyond that. He was sunbathing naked on his patio deck. No wonder he was so much browner than I was!

“Where shall I put my stuff?” I asked. “One of the spare bedrooms?”

“No,” he told me. “Put it in my bedroom. We are going to sleep together, aren’t we?”

“Of course,” I grinned. “But I don’t know how much sleep we’ll get!”

“OK, “ he told me, stick it in there, and get your clothes off and join me out here.”

I dumped my bags by his bed for now, stripped off my clothes, and joined him on the sun-deck.

“How did things go with Barb?” he asked.

“Just fine,” I replied, and told him about things she and I had agreed on. I told him how she had guessed that he and I were doing it, how she had always expected it would happen. “She said she always knew that you loved me.”

“She was right,” Mike agreed. “I have loved you since the day we met. Now give me a kiss.”

He was sitting up on the railing of the patio, and I moved in on him. He wrapped his arms and legs about me, and we kissed passionately. I got so carried away I almost knocked him backward off the balcony!

“Maybe we’d better move to a safer place,” he suggested. He led me over to a wooden love swing by the house, and we tried necking and playing on that for a while, but in bare skin the slats were kind of hard.

“Let’s go down to the beach,” he suggested. “There’s some old runners you can put of your feet by the door.” In fact, there were several pairs of differing sizes, for the use of guests who were going to his beach. Mike went into the cabin and returned with an old blanket, suitable for the beach, and a plastic bottle of suntan oil. He led the way.

Like most of the BC coast, the “beach” was mostly rocks, but in the years he had owned this place, Mike had cleared most of them from a patch right at the bottom of the path down to the beach. He had also lugged in extra sand to create a little beach with real sand rather than rocks. Almost every winter, storms washed most of it away, but each spring he would just get a new truckload of sand from a nearby pit and start over.

Mike spread the blanket on the sandiest part of his little beach, and I flopped down on it, emotionally exhausted from the events of the past twenty-four hours. I slathered myself with some of the suntan-oil. I was not as tanned as Mike and didn’t want to burn.

But Mike was in a playful mood. I guess in my absence he had been having some hot fantasies, because he was now sporting an impressive woody and flaunted it for my benefit.

He wanked a bit on the piled-up rocks by the shore for a while, trying to me entice me to join him.

The rocks were covered in sharp little shells which were murder on feet and bare buttocks, so I declined his advances. Giving up on the rocks as an attractive place to make out, he moved to the bare remains of a driftwood tree which had washed up on the beach at some time. It was now playing host to some other plant, and bits of greenery flourished on it, He posed there, and his dick waved invitingly in the afternoon sun.

“Get that piece of meat down here with me,” I told him, and he was quick to do as he was told. Soon were were entwined together, naked on the blanket. We both kicked off our runners, for more freedom, and probably because of a sense of the ridiculous sight it made, two guys having sex wearing runners!

The hardness of his cock rubbing against me soon turned me on, too. My dick was quickly as hard as his, and I got great pleasure from feeling our two dicks rubbing together. I clasped both shafts in one of my oily hands and jacked at them.

“Mmmm, that feels good. So sexy,” murmured Mike as he nuzzled my neck. “Turn over,” he ordered. “I want to fuck you.”

I was keen to be fucked, also, and gladly did as he asked. He reached for the plastic suntan-oil bottle and squirted some on my asshole. I felt his large, uncut knob against my hole. A quick push, and his rod was rushing into me, slippery with the oil. I could even feel the blood in the large veins on his cock throbbing inside me, or thought I could. It may have been my own bowels throbbing with excitement at having him enter me once more. I couldn’t believe how much I had come to enjoy being fucked by my man and fucking him in return.

He reached around and grasped my hard cock in his hand and slid my foreskin back and forth as he fucked my ass.

“Does it hurt at all when I do that to your dick?” he asked.

“No,” I assured him. “It feels good. It used to hurt a bit when I first started jerking off, but now it’s stretched a bit, I guess.”

“I wish I had a foreskin,” he said.

“yes, it’s very handy at times, for jerking off or fucking without lube,” i agreed, “but I love your dick just the way it is!”

“Do you love it inside you like this?”

“! sure do,” I said. “I didn’t know what to expect the first time, but once you were in me, I knew I wanted it again and again.”

“Me too,” Mike concurred. “I want us to keep fucking each other for the rest of our lives. Right now,” he said,” I want to cum in you!”

His action on my back picked up speed as he set out to do just that.

********

The rest of the week went by like a dream. Mike and I played house for five days. We would wake up early for some crazy sex before I had to head out to work. He was always home before I was and would have a tasty dinner ready to be cooked, but before that, we would find time for some crazy sex. Most evenings consisted of just being together with maybe some crazy sex thrown in, although Thursday night we did go play softball for our team. We went to bed at the same time and had some crazy sex before sleep, and usually one of us woke up during the night horny, and that meant more crazy sex.

But it had to come to an end. On Friday, Barb phoned to tell me goodbye and give me a few instructions about bills and other stuff. On Saturday morning, I picked up the kids and brought them home to a house without a mother. Daniel Junior was reconciled to the fact that mommy was gone, and liked the idea that I was unlikely to sing, “Oh, Danny Boy,” to him at embarrassing moments, as Barb had been prone to do – when his friends were round, at the barber’s, at the doctor’s. He hated that. He might be only five, going on six, but old enough to be mortified by it.

So I filled the summer, taking them to things for kids, like the Sea Fair Parade, and the touring carnival with its overpriced, shoddy rides, the Put-putt golf, the beach, the lake, and T-ball for Daniel, and the show for the latest Disney and teen flicks.

Barb and Jeff settled into the apartment in Nanaimo. They had swapped it for a slightly larger one than they had planned, so the kids could each have their own room when they went to stay with her. She and I had agreed that we would have joint custody, but the kids would stay with me, but spend one weekend a month with her, and half of each school vacation.

Barb also sought legal help to make sure we were officially and legally separated so that after twelve months we could file for a no-fault divorce on grounds of irreconcilable differences.

The kids liked the fact that Mike was usually with us whenever we went anywhere. They had always liked him and were glad to have him along. But not as glad as I was. Part of the reason they liked him, of course, was that he was easier to persuade to buy them stuff, like candy floss, or pop, or another ride on the Ferris wheel.

They started their scheduled visits with their mother, which gave Mike and me some weekends together, not to mention the full last two weeks of the summer holidays.

It was during their absence that one of the only nasty things of that summer occurred.

It was at one of our final softball games of the season. The game was finished and all us guys, and a few wives, were sitting round in the dugout downing a few beers. I guess word had got round that Barb had left me, and the fact that Mike and I now spent all our time together had caused some speculation.

Mike and I were sitting on one of the benches together, quietly chatting with a couple of the other guys. From across the dugout came the beer-thickened voice of one of the loudmouths of the team, Ben Jonson.

“Hey, Murphy! Ducci! You faggots! You two butt-holing each other now?”

All chat stopped immediately. There was a dreadful silence. Mike broke the silence.

“Why? You looking for a threesome, Jonson? I’ve seen the woody you get whenever you’re round us!” Mike hadn’t answered the question and had neatly side-stepped the dart that was fired at us, redirecting the scorn at our accuser. The other guys laughed.

This enraged Jonson. “You fucking faggot!” he roared and lunged across the dugout at Mike. But a couple of the other guys were faster and held him back. Tom Brown, our captain, told him, “You’re out of line, Jonson. Apologize to Mike and Danny, then go home and sleep it off!”

“Fuck you! Fuck all you faggots!” Jonson snarled, and stumbled away.

“Sorry about that, guys,” Tom said to us both, and the after-game pleasantries resumed.

Jonson never came to the final two games, nor to the end of season wind-up dinner and dance. Too bad he didn’t, because he would have been proved right when Mike and I put an end to all speculation forever when we arrived together, sat together, danced together, and went home together!

*******

In winter, Mike and I played beer league ice hockey, too, and many of the softball guys played on the hockey team as well. News of Jonson’s accusation and our behaviour at the wind-up dance preceded us, but there was never any of the nastiness Jonson had displayed.

There were good-natured jokes made about “the lovebirds,” and “the butt-buddies,” and warnings like, “Get your jocks on quick. Here come the dick lovers.” Apart from that, most guys treated us as they always had. The exceptions were two separate guys who hinted privately that a threesome might be fun. We weren’t ready for that, and politely declined, suggesting maybe another time.

********

A year passed by in a flash. Barb and I were legally divorced, and she and Jeff were getting married. Mike and I lived together when the kids were away. I had yet to tell the kids about me and Mike. I didn’t know how to break the news that their dad was a homo.

Jen had turned 16 and was dating. I was driving her to meet one of her boyfriends.

“I’ve been thinking,” she said to me, “about Uncle Mike.”

“Yes?” I replied, absently.

“Well, he’s almost old!” she said. “He’s thirty-six, the same as you, and he’s not married, and he never has a girlfriend. I think maybe he’s gay. What do you think?”

I almost ran the car off the road!

“Well, maybe,” I said cautiously. “What difference would it make?”

“None,” she agreed. “But you’re his best friend, And you’re always with him. Is Uncle Mike your boyfriend, daddy?”

“What do you mean?” I blurted. “Mike’s my oldest friend.”

“You know what I mean,” she said. “Are you gay, too? Are you lovers?” She wasn’t accusing, just asking, wanting to be sure of what she knew already.

“Yes,” I admitted. “Mike and I love each other.”

“Then why don’t you just move in together?” she asked. “All this hiding is getting on my nerves. Don’t worry about Daniel. I’ll explain things to him, that he’ll have two fathers instead of just one.”

And as it turned out, Daniel Junior was delighted at the idea of having two dads.

So I never did have to tell the kids. They told me.

*******

Mike was delighted at the suggestion we live together full time, and that evening the four of us made our first “family” decision. We decided that we would keep both Mike’s cabin and our house in town, spending most of the summer at the beach place and all the winter at the town house. Mike had a young schoolteacher friend, a gay guy from Vancouver, who would be glad to rent the cabin for the winter months while he was teaching here in town, so it wouldn’t be sitting empty and would pay its own property taxes and upkeep.

That night was the official first night of Mike and I “living together.” The kids had gone to bed early, to their rooms at the other end of the house. Mike led me to ‘our’ bedroom. We began slowly undressing each other, exciting each other. He soon had me in just my tighty-whities, and I had taken off his shirt and slipped his pants down to his feet. When I pulled down his briefs, his cock sprang free, hard and inviting. I crouched and took it in my mouth, licking and sucking its bare head.

“Oh, Danny,” Mike groaned. “I love it! I love you!”

I sucked harder for a bit, then spat it out and looked up at him.

“Don’t you think you’ll get tired of me someday?” I asked.

I got the answer I wanted: “Never,” he replied. “I lusted after you for eighteen years, and now I’ve got you. I’ll never get tired of you. You’re mine forever!”

“Then while I’m down here on my knees, will you marry me?”

“Oh, wow! Fuck yes! You’ve just made me the happiest man alive! But where’s the ring?”

“I’m sitting on it.” I laughed, “and I’m sure you have a matching one for me!”

Mike lifted me to my feet and we kissed more hungrily than ever we had before.

Still trying to eat each other whole, we flopped down onto the bed. We writhed against each other, twisting and turning, rubbing our bodies together, rubbing our cocks together.

At last I told him, “I want you in me.”

“Yes!” he gasped. I handed him a tube of K-Y and he applied it liberally to his pulsing penis. I was lying on my back. He lifted one of my legs, which caused me to turn a little way onto my side, baring my love-ring to him. He placed his knob at the entryway and pushed slightly.

With an almost audible ‘pop’ he was inside me once again, and soon buried to the hilt in my lusting bowels. I could feel the length of his shaft moving deeper and deeper into me. It was heavenly. I didn’t want it to stop – ever!

But I whispered to him, “Don’t cum in me!”

“Why?” Mike whispered back.

“Because I want to fuck you for a bit, too, then for us to cum together in each other’s mouths”

“Hot!” he agreed. He soon pulled out of me. “Your turn, “he said, and lay on his stomach. Having lubed his hole and my dick, I assumed a push-up position over his back and lowered myself into him.

“Mmmm, good,” he murmured, as my cock sank slowly into him. I lay right down on top of him and whispered in his ear. “Did I tell you today that I love you?”

“Yes, but not often enough. I want to hear it again!”

“Can’t you feel how much I love you inside you?”

“You love me seven inches?” he joked.

“It’s cum time,” I told him and pulled out of him. I wiped excess K-Y off both our dicks with a damp facecloth I had placed by the bed earlier.

I rolled over onto my back. Mike crabbed round and now crouched over me, but his legs straddled my head, one knee on each side. His cock and balls dangled invitingly into my face. I felt his warm mouth engulf my cock, and bent my neck to grasp his cock in my mouth. Each of us had the other’s dick firmly held in our mouths, and we began to bob rhythmically in unison. As I sucked on his cock, Mike was pumping his face up and down on mine. His loose balls bounced up and down, gently smacking against my nose.

I could feel my sperm getting ready to flow as Mike bounced faster and faster. I groaned a little to give him the idea that I was getting close. He, too, was nearing eruption point and pushed his groin down into my face as I strained upward, face-fucking me.

And then the flow began. At almost the same time as my dick shot its first load into Mike’s mouth, I could feel and taste his fluids flowing into mine. I tried to hold it all in my mouth, but there was a virtual flood. I swallowed some, and some ran out of my mouth and down my cheeks. Mine dick, too, was pulsing again and again, shooting a massive dose of juices into my lover’s mouth.

At last, the flood stopped, and Mike scooted around once more until we were face to face. His mouth and chin and cheeks, too, were covered in my cum, just as mine were with his. We kissed and sucked and swallowed and licked till all was spotless, and fell asleep in each other's arms.

*******

We were married at the end of last summer. In fact, we just celebrated our first anniversary. There were only a few people at the wedding on the patio deck of our beach cabin. My widowed father flew in for it. He had taken the announcement that I was marrying a guy amazingly calmly. He had always liked Mike, anyway.

Mike’s mom and dad also came. They drove in with Mike’s brother. His sister couldn’t make it. A couple of guys we played softball and hockey with were there with their wives. Mike’s receptionist, Dolly, also came. And my two kids, who were so proud and happy.

We were married by a marriage celebrant, an old friend of both of us, and then we sat down to a small, catered dinner with our guests.

There was no uneasiness at all, as I thought there might be. Mike’s dad joked that it was just as well the laws weren’t so liberal when he was younger. He’d always had the hots for his buddy, he said, but had had to settle for Mike’s mom instead. Just as well, he said, or they would never have had Mike. It was all a joke, but Mike and I sensed his dad might have been spilling a little truth in there too.

My own dad confessed to me, in private, that he had had a few hook-ups with guys since mom died, so fully understood about Mike and me.

After it all, Mike and I left the kids with our parents and went to a resort hotel on a nearby island for a “honeymoon.”

In the time since then, life has been wonderful.

There have been a few downers, of course:

Mike lost a few patients when the word got out he had married me, and I lost a few customers for my yard services. Ironically, though, we both gained more new clients than we lost!

There was some nasty graffiti spray-painted on the side of Mike’s offices, but a new paint job removed that. The tires on my work truck were slashed once, but we never knew if it was an anti-gay thing or not.

Jen got suspended from school for a week for beating up a couple of young bullies who taunted her about her faggot fathers, but she had no more trouble from other kids after that.

Daniel Junior proudly showed off our wedding pictures at his first show-and-tell at his school, and the other kids never turned a hair.

But on the whole, everything has been great.

I love my life with my mate Mike.

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