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Straight Dan and Me

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Straight Dan and Me by Mike (sunne38@hotmail.com)
This is a story about my buddy and co-worker, Dan. I don't know many people I can tell, so I'll tell it here. My name is Mike and I live in a city in Canada. I work in construction, am 42, and divorced. I'm german-irish-swedish, 5' 11", 165lbs. I have a good face, and am in pretty good shape for my age, largely because of my work. I'm no centerfold, but I get flirted with a lot
by both men and women, and I admit I love it. I sometime flirt back with the guys, because I like guys. I've never related to the 'gay' thing, and I'm presumed straight at work. I have a small group of close friends who are 'sympathetic', and I don't talk about my private life at work. Dan is 29, and soon to be married. He's a likeable guy with a smile that melts everybody everywhere he goes. He tells me he's polish-welsh, has light brown hair and a reddish, perfect mustache which I envy (I can't grow one). He's about 5' 9" and 150lbs. At any site we work on, nobody, including the guys, can seem to keep their hands off him. He's picked me as his buddy at work, and I'm honored. We're almost 13 years apart in age, and we rarely get together away from work other than to have a few cold ones in the summer, but we're as tight as any buddies can be. Last fall Dan and I were sent to a project in Vancouver which was running behind schedule and needed help. We were the only ones sent from our operation and we'd be there for 2 weeks.

It was a last minute deal, and the company made good by putting us up at a plush downtown hotel. We'd be a short walk from the site and wouldn't need a vehicle, but could rent one on the weekend to see the sights. We had to share a room and I didn't mind, and I was relieved when Dan didn't object. We'd had an open tab for food and drink, and a fridge in the room we could stock with beer. On a sunday evening we flew west and took a taxi to the hotel. We checked in and settled into our room. It was real luxury, with two huge beds, a nice view of downtown, and a marble bathroom with expensive white terrycloth robes that were changed daily. There was a gym and pool in the basement, along with a men's sauna, steam and showers. This was going to be great, but at the same time might be torture. Here I am with a man who I honestly love. We'll work, eat, and 'sleep' together. I'm wasn't sure how I'd handle it. I could jack off in the bathroom and maybe slip away to a porn shop for some arcade action. I valued my friendship with Dan enough that I wasn't going to attempt a come-on. I decided to watch for any signs from him and take it from there. Here goes. After choosing our beds and moving into the dresser, we opted to go for a drink or two and supper. Once back in the room, Dan started stripping for a shower. While I lay on the bed and watched TV, he openly disrobed, not hiding ANYTHING as he peeled off his jockeys. He even 'fluffed' his kit as he joked with me, though I only saw it from the corner of my eye. I'd only seen his dick at a urinal at the airport. It looked nice, was circumcised, and not real big. He wasn't a gym god, and I liked that.

He had a start on a beer belly (my idea of a 6 pack) and was a nice picture of a 'natural' healthy guy. He left the door open and after awhile, I looked in and asked him to leave the water running, saying that I'd follow him 'assembly line' style. I stripped and brushed my teeth while he finished up. I handed him a towel as the curtain opened and brushed past him into the warm cascade. I watched him towel off and get into one of the robes through the semi-opaque curtain. He brushed his teeth and left. I dried off and put on the other robe, asking him what was on the TV as I glanced at him kicked back on his bed. He said 'nothing' as I toweled out my brush-cut and laid back on my bed. As we ignored the TV we talked about what tomorrow might bring. Neither of us had put on underwear, and at 'lights out' we both peeled our robes off and crawled into our beds naked. I shut off the light and the talk took on a sort of 'nervous' tone. As our eyes adjusted to the darkness, a slight glow from the curtained window washed over the room. Suddenly Dan changed the subject. 'They figured out everything we'd need except a way to get our nuts off', he said. A little taken aback I said, 'Hell, I guess we'll just have to be creative'. I knew that Dan's upcoming marriage would make his whoring around town less than honorable, in the least, and that at my relatively 'advanced' age I wouldn't be likely to either, at least on the first night out of town. A 'gentleman's agreement' seemed to be in the offing.

Out of nowhere Dan said, ' I wish my dick was as big as yours'. I said 'I doubt that it's much bigger than yours, if any. He volunteered that his was about 6", and almost 7" when it's really big. He asked, 'have you ever measured yours?' I said, ' yeah, only once. I was out with a buddy of mine at the titty bars. Then we went to a couple of taverns looking to scare up some pussy , but all we could find were some skanky bar hags I wouldn't fuck with your dick. We said 'fuck it' and went back to his place for more beer.' At this point I looked over at Dan and saw a 'tent' in his bed and what looked like a fist going up and down. I continued, 'then he put a really hot fuck video on and we both got really horny. I told him, that I really needed to get my nuts off, and he said, man, so do I. He said, let's just jack off, no big deal. I said OK. We pulled our dicks out and I noticed that mine was almost as big as his, and he'd always bragged about his big dick. I asked him how big it was and he said it was 8". I said let's compare them and we stood up and put them side by side. I was about 3/4" shorter, or about 71/4".' Then Dan asked, 'did you guys jack off then?' I said, 'sure, we just kicked back and blew some big loads. There was spuz everywhere.' Then it got quiet for a while as we both made 'tents' in our beds.

Then Dan said, 'let's compare our dicks'. I could tell that he was getting really excited by the way his jaw shuttered as he spoke. I said, 'yeah....why not?' I reached for the lamp and switched it on. We threw off the covers and stood up, facing each other with roaring hard-ons. He drew closer to me until our dicks were side by side, about an inch apart. His dick was rock hard and so was mine. His was a little shorter, and curved up, whereas mine sticks straight out. Our nuts were tight against our bodies, and pre-cum was forming at the slits. Nervously, Dan said, 'is yours as hard as mine?' I replied, 'I'll bet it is'. With that he said, 'let me see' and with his thumb and forefinger tips squeezed his cockshaft, then mine. 'I think yours is harder', he said. I said, 'lets see', and grasped my cock with my whole hand, and then his. 'I don't know', I said, 'I think yours is harder'. He then grabbed my cock and gave it a good squeeze, then his, then mine again and started feeling it. I grabbed his and felt it up. We did this for awhile, not looking at each other. I threw my head back, closed my eyes and let out an 'oh man', at a low moan. He released his grasp and replaced it with his warm, slippery mouth! I looked down and watched him, eyes closed, bobbing up and down on my stiff rod. I murmered, 'oh yeah, buddy, that's nice', and rested my hands on his head as it moved. I watched his prick pulsate and stiffen even more as he romanced my bone.

After awhile, I was getting close and said, 'turnabout is fair play, I guess'. He stood up and I dropped down, facing my buddy's gorgeous cock square on. I put my thumb at the base and aimed it for my mouth, wet my lips, and went down over the satiny shaft. He let out of low moan and I let my hands wander up to his nips, gently rolling them with my fingertips. I felt his cock grow larger in my mouth. He was getting close. I stood up and slathered some spit on my hand. I put our slippery pricks together and slowly, gently stroked them with my lubed hand. Then he looked me in the eyes and grinned. We were frozen in time. He wet his hand and took over as we looked down at the action. We looked up, and our mouths met exchanging deep, passionate kisses. Oh buddy! He got down again and gave me the cocksucking of my life. Dan was no stranger to cock sucking, and he was damn good at it. He brought me to the brink again and then I went to work on him while I kept myself self on the edge with my hand. He said he was close and went to work on me once again, and I was right there, about to shoot. He stood up, facing me. We went to work on ourselves and within a few seconds nearly fell into each other as we went into a final climax. We shot at the same time, groaning and whimpering, throwing our heads back as the warm jets shot each others faces, necks and chests. FUCK!!! Catching our breath, we looked at each other started to laugh out loud.

Grinning openly, we embraced and felt the warm, slippery cum between us. Heads resting on each others shoulders, I heard Dan calmly proclaim, ' I love you buddy'. I gently kissed him in the neck once and said, ' it goes both ways, pal'. We wandered off to the shower, where we soaped each other up and ended up getting it on again. He followed me into my bed, where we dropped off in each others arms. When we awoke in the morning we enjoyed yet another round before going to work. Over those two weeks we were rarely bored, and by the 3rd day my cock was sore from all the use. I'm sure his was too. Now we're back home, and we don't talk about our sex in Vancouver. We're still best buds, only with more open affection. Now he's married, and I don't know if sex with me is off limits now. We've been told that we're off to another city together in the summer. Hmmmm.