Date: Wed, 8 Jun 2022 01:31:08 +0000 From: David Lee Subject: Internet Bromance Internet Bromance © 2022 By David Lee Chapter 1 Was it fate or Divine Providence? Bart and Drew would wonder through the years about what had brought them together. Neither had been frequenting chat rooms to find a mate. But for some reason, both checked out a thread on a site for men. It wasn't a site intended for gay men per se, but one that contained a variety of topics in the category of men's sexuality. An expectant father asked the group for advice as he was considering whether to have his son circumcised or left intact. He wanted to hear pros and cons from men who hadn't undergone the procedure. Drew responded about how much he appreciated his foreskin because he felt it kept his frenulum sensitive. He suggested that the man not allow the doctor to remove it. Bart chimed in about how cool it was as a teen that he didn't have to use lotion when masturbating. Others agreed with both. Another posting drew them together because they could both empathize with the person who wrote it. He was a divorced man who was questioning his sexuality in his middle years. The title was: "Could I be Gay?" Of course, numerous people responded with words of encouragement and understanding. Some railed against the whole idea. Homosexuality was SIN! From the beginning, Drew was impressed with Bart's responses to the posting. Bart seemed to be sensitive and caring. He was the parent of twin, adult sons, but was struggling with the feelings that he had for other guys. He was active in his church, respected in the community, and had remained married to the same woman for many years. His life seemed to mirror Drew's. When Drew gave out his private email address, Bart wrote to him quickly. The men began to compare lives and tastes and were struck at how alike they seemed to be. Both had grown up in small cities with conservative religious families. Neither had ever dared to admit his feeling about others of his same gender. They had conformed to the expectations of their social group and had married right out of college, raising two kids each. More surprisingly, they were both in the business of selling automobiles. Their feelings for each other grew to the point that they exchanged pictures and love notes. They also began to write a tale together about two men who met on the Internet and fell in love, taking turns in adding chapters. Drew started it with telling about sexual feelings he'd had growing up. Bart wrote the next chapter as a kind of autobiography of his childhood. They continued the narrative through their college experiences and the frustration they'd often felt because of having to hide their true natures. The story turned into a fantasy which became more passionate and explicit as the months passed. They began discussing how their story could become a reality if they were free to explore their mutual interests. Drew finally took the big step, asking his wife for a divorce. To his relief, and surprise, she didn't put up any resistance. They had prepared for eventual retirement with separate accounts. Both had good incomes. They owned a vehicle in common, but each had their own favorite car besides. The house had enough equity in it that both could afford a down payment on something decent. Their son and daughter had graduated from college and were employed in good jobs. So, things could be divided without rancor or expensive lawyers' fees, and there would be no custody battles. Through it all, Bart was Drew's major support. Bart wrote every day and listened quietly to Drew's many cases of nerves even while he was feeling similar things. In truth, the men leaned on each other for support. Had either gone away, the other would likely have fallen to pieces at that point in time. Still, Drew would be stressed until it was over. --------- The ink was barely dry on Drew's divorce decree when he arranged to rent a rustic A-frame cabin in Wisconsin for a short rendezvous. It was only a few hours' drive for him, but over 24 hours for Bart who was doing it in two days so as not to be worn out when he got there. Yes, this summer, the two were going to meet face to face at long last. Bart had shown signs of depression with the turmoil in his heart and his doctor prescribed something more effective and lasting than medication. She had recommended that Bart take a trip by himself to be away from all the stresses of business and family. He should look for a quiet, out of the way place to kick back for fishing, canoeing, or whatever sounded good to him. It was an ideal excuse to get better acquainted with the man he had come to care for. Neither man had truly believed that this day would ever come. Both had taken comfort in being intimate with buddies they trusted. Jealousy hadn't reared its ugly head because neither of the men wanted to keep the other from finding the release he needed. In fact, they had shared some of the details of the encounters they had. ---------- Drew arrived first on that late rainy afternoon. Because of the unseasonably cold weather, the owner of the cabins offered a partial refund if the men would stay the full week. He was discouraged by the numerous cancellations that had come in with the prediction of more wet and rainy days. Drew gladly accepted the offer especially since the climatic conditions weren't all that important to him. He suspected that they would enjoy being holed up inside for several days no matter what it was like outside. The tiny A-frame cottage would have been a bargain even if they had paid full price. It had a well-appointed kitchen, a large great-room space with a ceiling that went up to the peak of the roof, and a bathroom with a large shower stall on the main floor. There was a sleeping loft above the kitchen which looked out over the lounge area and had a great view through the windows that filled the entire triangular wall toward the lake. Amazingly, Bart arrived only a few minutes after Drew had. The cottage may have been chilly, but their meeting was anything but! The men hugged each other with bone-crushing intensity while kissing passionately. When they broke for air, they held each other at arm's length looking deeply into each other's eyes. It was like their souls melded. When their initial emotional blaze died down slightly, they realized that the room was anything but cozy. There was a plentiful supply of firewood, so Bart built a fire while Drew prepared a light supper to be eaten in front of the crackling logs. He uncorked a bottle of Rhine wine to complement the meal and mellow their mood. Their eating was interrupted frequently by kisses and caresses. Pretty soon, they were nibbling on each other more than the food. Eventually, they abandoned the refreshments in favor of passion. As the air in the room warmed, their need for clothing grew less. The guys stripped each other slowly, savoring the taste of each new area of bared flesh. At last, the only thing between them was a couple of thin micro-fiber briefs that were straining to hold their contents. Drew pulled Bart into another full-body embrace. He ground his hard cock next to Bart's. Both men moaned in anticipation. At the same moment, they hooked their thumbs into each other's waist bands pushing away the last fragile barrier between them. The sight of the real thing was so much more exciting than the photos they'd exchanged that they began to drip precum immediately. Drew dropped to his knees to catch those precious pearls before they fell to the floor. Bart pulled Drew to a standing position and went down to do likewise. They hastily pulled out the hide-a-bed in the sofa and threw a sheet on it. Then they "wrestled" together in a manner that seemed as natural as if they had made love a thousand times before. Each knew the other's hot spots from the correspondence they'd shared. It wasn't long before they were sprawled diagonally across the bed in the 69-position. Their moans increased, drowning out the sounds of rain of the roof. When Drew began to shudder, Bart backed off. Drew nearly cried out in frustration, but at the same time he loved the way Bart was keeping him on the edge, prolonging the experience. A few minutes later, Drew backed off just in time to keep Bart from achieving a complete climax. His cock had begun to throb to the point that it was like a dry orgasm. Bart complained that his balls were about to turn blue. (Both men admitted later that they had read a book called: "The Multi-Orgasmic Man" and were trying to put the tips into practice.) Eventually, while taking his lover to the pubes, Drew teased Bart's rosebud to the point that Bart couldn't hold back another second. He went over the edge, taking Drew with him. Neither could recall producing such big loads in the past 10 years. The men were physically spent to the point that they couldn't deal with making up the bed in the loft even if it would be more comfortable. So, they pulled a sheet and light blanket over them and fell into a contented sleep cuddled together. ---------- Toward morning, the fire had died down and there was a decided chill in the air. Drew had to relieve his bladder, he but dreaded leaving the comfort of their shared nest. He had an awesome hard-on and was pleased to see that his lover was also sporting wood. Their loving the night before hadn't diminished their ardor. When Drew got back to the sofa bed, he saw his lover, still naked, adding kindling and logs to the embers. It was a joy to observe Bart's hard dick and low hanging balls swinging to and fro as he worked. Drew wanted to get on his knees right then and there, but Bart was already heading for the bathroom. The men cuddled leisurely for a few minutes while the cottage warmed up and then went foraging for something to replenish the calories that they'd expended the night before. They had bonded emotionally in emailing each other over the past year and a half or so. Both agreed that they didn't need to have non-stop sex for the whole week in order to feel close. Their resolve to postpone sex lasted through breakfast at least. Bart checked the fire again and made up the bed in the loft while Drew cleaned up the kitchen. They decided to shower together to save water and energy -- (yeah right!). They had sweat suits to put on after toweling off. Deciding that their erections might feel uncomfortably confined, they settled for tops only as they scrambled up to the big bed in the loft. At first, they left the tops on to keep them warm after their shower. It was very sexy clinging together with their naked lower bodies making contact while the upper parts were covered. It seemed kind of naughty to them -- conjuring up images of little boys exploring their buddies in a sleeping bag on an overnight camping trip. Feeling each other's bare butt while grinding together made them even hornier. Drew pulled up Bart's sweatshirt to lick and nibble on his chest. Bart moaned and then did the same thing to Drew after a few minutes. He made Drew squirm in expectation of what would come next. Then Drew pulled his own top off and dived headfirst under the covers to his favorite destination. While he was pleasuring Bart, Bart got completely naked and went for Drew's throbbing cock. He pushed back the bed clothes to give Drew air since there wasn't any indication that Drew would surface soon. The duet of whimpers and moans was accented by the occasional crackle from the fireplace. It all rose to a triumphal climax in a few minutes. The men made a valiant effort to make the sensations last longer, but finally, willingly, succumbed to the glorious inevitable result. They spent the next hour and a half cuddling, kissing, and drifting in and out of sleep. The guys were so wrapped in each other that they initially didn't notice the clearing of the sky. ---------- With the sun was coming out, the guys opted to take advantage of the break in the weather. They packed a substantial lunch in the cooler, donned swim trunks and gathered towels, lotion, etc. With the supplies secured in the canoe that came with the cottage, the men set out on the lake. Their destination was a small island in the middle. It had a couple of trees on it but was mostly rocks and sand with enough brush to make it seem like a private place. If the trees had been palms, it might have looked like a desert island in the Pacific. The men discussed creating a fantasy around the theme of being marooned there together. The inclement weather of the past several days was a blessing in disguise because no one else was around. There were no water skiers to disrupt their privacy and only one fishing boat which was a long way away. Most anglers preferred to fish in the early morning or evening when their prey was more likely to bite. The only sounds of life were of some kids playing on the beach, having been let out of their cabin for some fresh air. So, the guys shucked their trunks before laying out their towels and coating each other with sunscreen. Getting one's whole body covered with lotion applied by loving, and sometimes teasing, hands can be a wonderful experience. Despite their early morning romp, the guys' balls were rapidly roiling again. It was almost too soon to enjoy another round of uninhibited sex, so the men agreed to wait until sometime in the afternoon. After all, they weren't teenagers! Around 1:00, the men moved their towels into the shade of a large tree where their cooler was already sitting to keep from the warmth of the sun. Lunch tasted fine. The sandwiches couldn't have tasted more delicious. The wine was tangy and cold. The grapes (which they ended up feeding each other) were crisp and flavorful. Neither man could stop grinning as he contemplated the sensuous overtones of this shared meal. Checking to see that no one else was nearby, Bart poured water over Drew's cock to wash away any traces of sunscreen. He rinsed it by dipping it into his half-full glass of wine. Then he milked back Drew's foreskin and took the exposed tip between his lips. Barely moving them, he subtly stimulated the hot, juicy sausage until Drew was moaning contentedly. Next, he held it up by the skin while he bathed and suckled Drew's nads. Drew's vocal expressions of appreciation increased with each lick. Bart continued for some time, bringing Drew close, and then backing off. Toward the end, Drew was thrusting upward to increase the stimulation. Then with a gasp and a moan that sounded like symptoms of a heart attack, Drew cut loose with another load. It took Drew a full 15 minutes before he had the physical strength to reciprocate. Bart said that he didn't have to return the favor, but Drew said he wanted to. He was going to see if he could bring his lover as much pleasure as he had received. Drew also took the slow road, but he started with Bart's nipples. He repeated the water wash and wine rinse on all of the body parts he intended to lick. Bart was in heaven because his nips were quite sensitive. Drew had him gasping and dripping precum before he ever touched his groin. Drew then turned his attention to Bart's shaft. He licked it with long strokes beginning at his ball sac and ending at the sensitive tip where he spent a few seconds lapping up the precious sap-like precum. Satisfied that he hadn't wasted any, Drew kept the tip of his tongue resting on the slit while he pulled Bart's foreskin up around it. For the next several minutes, he swirled his tongue slowly between Bart's sensitive head and the prepuce that normally covered it when soft. Bart was in ecstasy. He gasped for air in short, ragged breaths wanting to cum, but at the same time never wanting this exquisite torture to end. Finally, it did end. With an upward thrust that would have ripped out Drew's tonsils (had he still had them), he pumped jet after jet of his life-producing essence. He was certain that he passed out for a few seconds as Drew gently held his softening tool in his mouth. The pair pulled on their trunks and napped in the shade for several minutes until the sounds of distant thunder awakened them with a start. The sky to the north was nearly black and the temperature was dropping by the minute. The men quickly threw their belongings into the canoe and rapidly paddled for shore. They had barely secured the canoe in the storage area before the storm struck. The wind howled, and the lightening flashed. The sky seemed to open up like a floodgate. Thunder rattled the windowpanes. It was an awesome display of power. Drew started the fire this time while Bart prepared a plate of cheese, summer sausage, and crackers accompanied by more grapes and another bottle of wine. They removed their trunks so they could cuddle skin to skin under a comforter in front of the fireplace. The window wall that faced the lake gave them a spectacular view of nature's fury from the comfort of a snug, dry nest. "It doesn't get much better this side of heaven," Drew remarked. Bart agreed. He held Drew closer but seemed lost in thought. Drew wondered if his lover had fallen asleep when Bart spoke." "I'm gonna do it!" "Okay," Drew answered quietly. "Just be gentle, please, because you know I'm still a virgin there." "What? Oh, I'm not going to take you. I meant that I'm going to come out. I'm tired of living a lie. This past 24 hours has brought me more joy than the last 24 years! I'm going to get a divorce, sell my business, and be with you for as long as you'll have me." "Wow, forever is a long time." Drew responded. For the next hour, they cuddled and kissed and made tentative plans for their future. It brought them closer emotionally and spiritually. No sexual expression was necessary at the moment. When the storm settled down to a gentle rain, the men showered and changed into jeans, shirts, and jean jackets. The landlord had mentioned a local restaurant which had an "all you can eat" fish fry on that evening. It seemed like a good excuse to be out among other people so they wouldn't get cabin fever. If they had stayed in, they might have been tempted to continue the honeymoon and they figured that they should let their "batteries" recharge, or they would both be dead by the end of the week. Ah, but what a way to go! Fortunately, they had gone to eat early because the place got very busy around 6:00. It was filled mostly with locals who knew a bargain when they saw one. There were a few frustrated fishermen, but not many tourist types. After eating, the guys drove around the small town to see what was there. They ended up getting a couple of items from the local Walmart, and then stopped at the Dairy Queen for a treat before driving to the lake. Back at the cottage, they stripped and cuddled under the comforter while listening to some of Bart's favorite CDs on the player that Drew had brought. The only illumination in the room was from the fire. It felt snug, secure, and just "right." Author's notes: Thanks for reading this story. 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