Date: Tue, 26 Aug 2008 13:56:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: DB <wasputz2525@yahoo.com>
Subject: Guys' Weekend Away

Warning:  The usual disclaimers apply here.  If you don't like any of the
following, leave now:  gay sex, vulgar or harsh language or underage
wherever you are reading this.

This is pure fiction. No one in this story is a real person, living or
deceased. Please do not copy without my consent.  Please practice safe sex.

I hope you enjoy!!!


With Barrett's five year old son at his parent's house and his wife gone
shopping on a girl's weekend, he headed north to meet up with his best
friend from college for his own personal getaway.  When he arrived after a
four hour drive, he found his old friend Rick there waiting on him.

"Good to see there, Rick," Barrett greeted his friend with a big hug of
friendship.

"Yeah it is," Rick replied and grabbed his bag for the weekend.

"Let's hit the road and we can catch up on the way there," Barrett said.
First he headed to the bathroom for a much needed piss.

Rick threw his leather designer bag in the back seat of Barrett's three
year old Malibu and his golf clubs in the trunk.  Pulling out of Rick's
drive, Barrett smiled and headed to their destination of golf and maybe a
little partying like old times.

"Rick, how did you manage to talk Liz into this?" Barrett asked.

"Two credit cards and a day at the spa.  How did you?" Rick laughed.

"It was the same.  I took my son to my parent's while Kendra headed out
with her friends.  Hell, we deserve a weekend out without our wives for a
change," Barrett said.

"When was your last time to go on a trip without Kendra?" Rick asked.

"How about never.  You?"

"The same.  You're right we deserve this.  Hell, we never see each other
and except for emails we never talk," Rick said.

"We're both guilty as can be," Barrett smiled.

The rest of the trip consisted of catching up with each other's careers and
home life.  Rick and Liz didn't have any kids yet we trying after not
wanting any the first three years of marriage.  Barrett was different and
wanted more except for the fact his wife had a horrible pregnancy with
their only son.  They laughed a lot along the way reliving their days as
college roomies.

After a nice 2 hour drive, the two arrived late in the night at the very
nice golf resort.  Both were tired from the trip yet wanted to relive old
times when they would drink until sunrise.  The bar at the resort was
packed with guys exactly like them and an occasional lady who was there
with her love interest.  Both sat at a small table and ordered the first
round.  After two good rounds, it was evident neither had the stamina or
desire they once had in their college days.

Barrett looked at Rick after the second drink, "How about we try again
tomorrow when we're rested?"

Rick laughed, "I didn't want to the first to say it but that's a great
idea."

They headed to their rooms to call it a night.  Rick pulled off his clothes
and got down to his boxer briefs.  He turned and began laughing at his
friend, "You've got to be kidding me, Barrett, white Hanes briefs."

Barrett looked down under his small hairy belly, "What's wrong with them?"

"Nothing I don't guess but you're still so conservative," Rick replied and
got his half decent body that was now covered in hair.  At least, he could
grow hair elsewhere since the hair on his head was leaving quickly.

The light between the two double beds went off.  Soon, Barrett was snoring
like there was no tomorrow.  Rick didn't remember his friend being a snorer
and finally fell asleep after tossing and turning for more than hour.

The next morning, Barrett woke refreshed and ready to hit the adjoining
luxury golf course.  He had to shake Rick a few times to get him from the
bed.

"Come on, Rick.  We came here to play golf," Barrett stood above him.

"Remind me tonight to buy some ear plugs.  You snore like a freight train
and kept me up half the night," Rick rubbed his eyes.

"Sorry about that.  Kendra has gotten used to it by now," Barrett laughed.
He started the in-room coffee while Rick showered to start the day.

With an 11:15 tee time, they were ready an anxious to let it rip.  They
were paired with two guys in their mid 40's on vacation with their wives.
Rick had the cart loaded down with beer like the glory days of college but
forewent the occasional smoke but did however have an expensive cigar
waiting for later.

At the first tee, Rick showed his power by launching the golf ball far down
the fairway but deep into the woods.  Barrett hit a perfect draw and landed
right down the middle.  The others teed off but were short of the younger
Rick and Barrett.

"Going to be a long day, huh?" Rick said after putting up his Calloway
driver.

"It'll be fun," Barrett opened the first beer.

"What's the wager today?" Rick asked while riding down the cart path.

"Let's go loser buys dinner and all the drinks tonight," Barrett replied.

"Sounds great to me," Rick said.  He got out of the cart and scavenged the
dense woods until finding his Pro V1.  He took out a 5 iron and kept it low
to ensure his next shot was from the fairway.  His ball clipped a limb but
rolled within a 120 yards of the green.  The other two were still hacking
away while Barrett finally was able to swing.  His next shot looked great
but sailed over the green into a sand trap.

The day continued like this for the entire eighteen holes.  Barrett was
clearly ahead and sailed to an easy win over his best friend since Rick
couldn't control the ball off the tee.  Both were feeling no pain by the
end of the round with the beer cooler now empty.  They laughed and knew
that back drinking with their college buddy was one of the reasons for the
trip.

After a nice meaty meal, the two retreated to the room before hitting the
bar there at the resort.  Rick was on his cell with his wife as was Barrett
after dinner.  Even though their wives were away, they still could feel the
tug of marriage.

Rick kicked back on his bed and got comfortable, "I take your wife is
having a good time."

"Yeah she is.  I doubt either of our wives is having as good a time as we
are," Barrett said.

"That is unless my wife is out with Kevin," Rick said.

"Who's Kevin?"

"The guy I think she's cheating with.  He's her friend from college that
just recently moved back to town," Rick said.

"You seriously think she's cheating on you," Barrett asked while kicked up
his bed.

"Hell I don't know Barrett.  Something tells me she is," Rick replied.

Barrett laughed, "What goes around comes around."

"Barrett, I was young and very stupid when I was messing around behind
Beth's back," Rick smiled in reference to his old college girlfriend.
"Honestly Barrett, you don't mess around behind Kendra's back?"

"Well... not in a long time I haven't," Barrett smiled.

Rick busted out laughing, "Me either but it won't be fun.  Having an affair
is so exciting and adventuresome.  Just thinking about makes me wanna bone
some cute chick down at the bar."

"Rick, all there is down there is nothing but guys like us who are getting
away for the weekend.  The ladies down there are either old or attached at
the hip to their man," Barrett reasoned.

"Well then... maybe we should see if there's not some titty bars close by.
We may not get any but at least we can look at some," Rick surmised.

"Which one of us is sober enough to drive?" Barrett asked.

"Who said anything about driving?  We can call a cab," Rick said.

"That'll be expensive," Barrett said.

"Don't worry tight wad, I'll pay.  Hell it'll be worth it," Rick said.

Rick grabbed the phone on the nightstand and dialed the concierge service
for a taxi.  "Fifteen minutes," Rick smiled.

They headed down and had a quick drink while waiting.  Fifteen minutes
turned into thirty before the taxi arrived.  Rick told the driver his
intentions and off they headed.  He dropped them off at a local cabaret.
It was small and looked seedy at best.

They stepped inside and could smell stale smoke and beer in the dimly lit
place.  Rick found them a table near the stage.  The first stripper came
out.

"You've got to be kidding me," Rick said loudly above the disco type music.
The girl was bleach blond and sagging in all the wrong places.  The next
one was exactly opposite and needed a few pounds to compliment her
surgically enhanced tits.  Rick stuffed a $5 in her g-string and got a
glimpse at the smooth twat.  Next was a red-head and seemed to be a local
favorite.  The drunks near the stage filled her g-string with dollar bills.
Barrett put a five in the g-string and watched the red head do a sexy pole
dance.  To top it off, she was by far the highlight of the night.

They headed to the door at the assigned time and found the cab waiting on
them.  Rick looked at Barrett.  They bent over laughing so hard.

"Man what a sleaze joint!" Barrett said. "My wife looks great up side those
poor girls."

"Tell me about it," Rick said. "Back to the hotel. Our night of fun is
done."

Back now at the hotel past midnight, both were feeling good and a little
drunk but nothing like some weekends they shared from their past where one
if not both would be passed out somewhere in their apartment they shared.
They were able to laugh it up and make jokes about the scene they witnessed
at the steady strip bar.

Once inside, Rick commented, "I know for damn sure I could be a better
stripper than every one of those girls."

Barrett, sitting on his bed, laughed as he had done all night, "There's the
floor.  Let's see what you got." Barrett held out his hand.

"You're on now," Rick said.  He pulled his Polo shirt over his head slowly,
kicked off his expensive leather loafers, and playfully dropped his khaki
shorts.  He danced like the drunken fool he was in his Dolce & Gabbana
boxer briefs.

"Wow, you are better and not much smaller tits than that one blonde,"
Barrett laughed.

Rick grabbed the crotch of his boxer briefs, turned around and flashed his
somewhat hairy ass at Barrett.

"Take em off! Take em off!" Barrett chanted.

Thinking nothing of it, Rick dropped his boxer briefs and shook his flaccid
cock.  Barrett continued to laugh.  "You didn't think I would, did you?"
Rick said.

"Rick, you haven't changed one bit.  I knew you would get naked at the drop
of hat just like you did once back in college," Barrett said.

"I got lucky that night too," Rick said without even thinking twice.

"Very funny, Rick. There was nothing but guys that night," Barrett said.

Rick's face turned red and not from the alcohol, "I meant... the other time
when we had all those hot girls over."

"What other time?"

"Barrett, you know... oh shit, I forgot.  That was before we roomed
together," Rick tried to cover his tracks.

"Rick, did you...?"

"Hell no," Rick interrupted.

"It's cool if you did or didn't.  You know I've always been a little
curious..."

"Barrett, it was just once. Yes, Trevor and I kind of got together," Rick
sat down on his bed still naked.

"Well, how was it?"

"That was nine years ago."

"So? I know you remember it. Fess up there buddy."

"It was okay."

"Well, what did you do?" Barrett grew more curious.

"MMM..." Rick looked down and then back. "Shit Barrett, we're friends.
That was the past and a long time ago when we were dumb and horny all the
time.  We sucked each other and then I nailed his ass."

"Wow!"

"Barrett, I'll come clean.  I really liked it.  We snuck around for about 2
months together."

"No shit?"

"It was a great experience I must say."

Barrett got up and sat next to Rick on the same bed.  He put his hand on
Rick's thigh. "I never knew."

"Have you ever?"

"No but..." Barrett boldly grabbed his friend's cock and felt it grow in
his hand. "I am so turned on by this."

"I am too," Rick said. "Get naked for me, Barrett."

Barrett didn't hesitate and flung off his clothes.  He wanted to kiss Rick
but knew that was going too far.  Rick immediately wrapped his hand around
Barrett's nice cut cock and it too grew. There was a silent moment between
the two while they looked at each other.

"Just blow jobs," Barrett said. "I haven't had my dick sucked in years or
least not a good dick sucking."

Rick without further ado leaned over and lick the tip of Barrett's cock.
Barrett leaned back on his hands and watched his old friend go down on him.
He closed his eyes and felt great pleasure shoot throughout his body.  He
opened his eyes and could Rick's hand at the base of his 7 inch hard cock
and Rick mouth now going down on him.

"OOOO Rick," Barrett moaned softy.

Rick continued and ran his hands across Barrett's hairy stomach. He
stopped, "You like this?"

"Oh yes!" Barrett exclaimed.

Rick laughed, "I figured you might."  Rick went back down on Barrett's
cock.  He bobbed up and down and could hear the ooohing and awing escaping
Barrett's mouth.  He stopped and licked Barrett's cock and shoved the cock
back in his mouth.

After a good six or eight minutes, Barrett stopped him, "Dude, it takes me
a while to cum.  That was so hot!"

"Well..." Rick pointed at his cock.

Barrett took a deep breath, "Here goes."  He licked to get a taste of his
first cock.  He mimicked Rick, covered his teeth and went down on him.
Rick instantly moaned while he watched and felt Barrett attempting to suck
his 6 inch cut cock.  For a beginner, Barrett thought he was doing fine.

"How am I doing?" Barrett asked.

"Great! Feels so good.  Liz tries but damn she can't suck dick," Rick
smiled.

Barrett slid his mouth back down and began breathing through his nose.  He
wasn't at all offended by the taste or the thought of sucking his friend's
cock.  He reached down and jacked his cock while relaxing to enjoy giving
his first blow job.

"OH FUCK!" Rick screamed.  Barrett quickly stopped.  The first stream of
cum landed on Barrett's chin.  The next two landed on Barrett's hairy
chest.  "Sorry!"

Barrett smiled with cum on his chin and chest, "Why are you sorry? I loved
it and can definitely tell you did."

Rick dropped his head and returned to servicing his friend.  Barrett ran
his fingers through Rick's thinning hair.  Finally after another 5 minutes,
Barrett felt the urge boiling in his testicles.

"I'm cumming!" Barrett shouted and pushed Rick's head.  Rick clamped his
mouth down solid and began to feel the cum shooting down his throat.
Barrett shivered until Rick had milked out the last drop.

Rick pulled off and licked his lips, "That was one helluva dessert."

"You nasty cum whore," Barrett laughed.

"I used to be.  Damn I really miss fucking around with guys," Rick
smiled. "Barrett seriously, that was your first time?"

"Yelp and hopefully not my last either," Barrett smiled. "God, we should
have done this shit years ago."

"I never thought you would be up for it," Rick said.

"You're probably right," Barrett said. "It was worth the wait though."

Barrett got up from Rick's bed and pulled back the sheets to crawl into
bed.

"I hate sleeping alone especially after sex," Rick said.

"Well, it's not like we've never shared the same bed before," Barrett said.

Rick got under the sheets with Barrett.  He wrapped his arm around Barrett
and kissed his cheek.

Barrett quickly whipped around and saw a confused look on Rick's face. "I
hate not kissing after sex, too," Barrett said.

Their lips instantly touched.  It was a quick one but meant the world to
both of them.  Rick held his friend close to him as they both drifted off
to sleep.

Barrett woke first the next morning.  He quietly headed to the bathroom.
He looked at his cock pissing and smiled.  He started the coffee maker.
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee stirred Rick from his sleep.

Rick rose from bed, "So?" He looked at his naked friend.

"So what?" Barrett replied and was confused.

"You know, any regrets about last night?"

"Hell yeah!" Barrett stated.  Rick's expression changed instantly. "My
regret is that we didn't do this Friday night. My biggest regret last night
is wasting money on those skanks."

Rick smiled, "You dog, you liked sucking dick."

"I didn't hate it," Barrett smiled.

The drinking the night before had now set in.  After an initial quick
start, both were dragging and cancelled the day's tee time to relax and
enjoy the day as friends.

They loaded up the Barrett's Malibu and headed back earlier than expected.

"Rick next time, I want to really experience man sex," Barrett said half
way home.

"Definitely but let's not make it eight years again," Rick said. "Maybe we
can talk our way into letting our wives do this again."

"The sooner the better," Barrett said. "If nothing else, this will be an
annual get together."

"For damn sure about that," Rick said.

THE END...

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