Date: Mon, 05 Apr 1999 15:06:45 PDT
From: mike <sunne38@hotmail.com>
Subject: Straight Dan and Me

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.

Straight Dan and Me
sunne38@hotmail.com

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 7-1/4".'  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.