Date: Sun, 16 May 2021 21:34:57 +0000 (UTC)
From: atlantisguy@aol.com
Subject: Road Trip to Thunder Bay  Gay--College

***Note that the following story is a work of semi-fiction, or maybe
"inspired by a true story." Part is 100% true, and part is fantasy, and
I leave it to the reader to determine which is which. Certain details
have been tweaked to protect the "innocent." By all means, send
feedback along to AtlantisGuy@aol.com***



My best friend Cal and I decided we needed a road trip. Guys only.

It was our senior year of college in the 1990s, and by and large things
were going great. Cal and I were both doing well in school, looking ahead
to limitless opportunities, and rock solid as best friends. In the past
we had been nearly inseparable; but as the year started, we both found
ourselves in deep relationships with our girlfriends, to the point that
we had been drifting apart from each other. Worse, as we settled in with
our girls, I think we were beginning to feel... well, *domesticated,*
which is a terrible thing for young guys in the prime of life. We
actually *liked* our rough edges.

We decided we needed a weekend away, just the two of us, for one last
hedonistic fling. Greasy food, too much booze... maybe a strip club on the
sly. We were calling it "The Ultimate Male Bonding Experience." Our
girls rolled their eyes, and left us to plan our fun.

Fall break was approaching, which gave us the perfect opportunity to get
out of Dodge. Unlike the fabled Spring Break, Fall Break was nothing but
a glorified long weekend, but it still gave us Thursday through Sunday to
play around with. I had a car, so transportation was all set as well.

The problem was, where to go?

To really escape, we wanted to get as far away from our college in
Minneapolis as possible. Looking at the map, Cal suggested driving to
Chicago, but I had family there and went there all the time. Cal was from
Kansas City and had family there, which similarly nixed that.

Then we looked north. What about Thunder Bay, Canada?

Thunder Bay was just north of the border along Lake Superior, which gave
it the allure of an international destination. It was in the middle of
the Northwoods, which was also a huge plus for us. And I mean, c'mon...
the name alone sounds like a *perfect* place for some chest-thumping,
male-bonding fun. We tracked down a lodge at the edge of town and made a
reservation. Fortunately, mid-October is well past peak tourist season in
the Northwoods, so we got a great rate.

All told, we were super excited, to the point that we were driving our
girlfriends crazy with our talk of the Ultimate Male Bonding Experience.
By the time our departure date came around, I think they were more than
happy to be rid of us.

I couldn't have asked for a better road trip buddy. Cal was, to my mind,
a great guy that any woman would be lucky to have. For one, he was
smoking hot... and I say that as a guy who's never checked out guys
before. He had led an active life growing up, and kept busy with several
intramural sports in college. As a result, he had a perfect male
form--strength and masculine grace, amply filled out with well-shaped
muscles. It didn't hurt that he had a rounded butt that filled out his
jeans, which was constantly turning women's heads. From our various
adventures, I also knew he had a nicely hairy chest with a distinct happy
trail running down from his navel, which added to his manly look. His
face was as ruggedly masculine as his body, with eyes that were
particularly striking.

Given his amazing looks, Cal could easily have been an arrogant asshole.
And sure, he had a bit of young-guy cockiness to him, but in a way that
made all of us all love him. He was a stand-up guy, the kind you could
always depend on and intensely loyal. He was *literally* an Eagle Scout.
More than anything, he just had this zest for life, a "grab life by the
horns" mentality that made him just plain fun to be around.

We made a nice pair. My name is Rob. Like Cal I was six feet tall, 180
lbs. or so, and a ruggedly good-looking guy. My build was on par with
Cal's, and like him I had a dusting of dark hair all over my body.
Despite pressure from my girl, I refused to do any manscaping, and had a
healthy bush around cock and balls. In terms of personality, I was much
quieter than Cal. I think that's part of the reason I liked the guy so
much--he did a great job of pulling me out of my shell. Even so, between
us I'm also known as being "the funny one;" not exactly an obnoxious,
class clown kind of guy, but one with a rapid-fire sense of humor and the
ability to tell a great story on demand. We balanced each other out, and
I was looking forward to some uninterrupted time with him.

The drive was relatively uneventful--the northland is not exactly at its
most picturesque in mid-October. Cal and I couldn't care less. We were
having the time of our lives, and really enjoyed reconnecting.
Conversation flowed easily between us, colored in bravado, ball-busting,
and snark.

But an 8-hour drive gave us time to reflect, too. we talked eagerly about
our last year, and all the plans we had for the future. We talked about
our girlfriends, as both of us had started wondering if she was "the
one," or even what "the one" looked like to a young guy on the brink
of independence. We argued nonstop about each other's music, and more
often than not I had to bark at him that he was* not* going to put on
this or that bullshit band on while *I* was driving. Cal also vented
about his family, his dad particularly, who was convinced that his major
was a waste of time and gave him endless grief about that. Cal's bravado
couldn't hide the fact that that really stung. I stood by him, and while
Cal would never say anything out loud, I know my support as he fought
with his family meant the world to him.

All in all, the drive was great, and I was reminded about how much I
liked him. How much we liked each other.

As we got closer to Thunder Bay, our excitement continued to mount. The
last part of the drive was along Lake Superior--a massive body of water
that really has to be seen to be believed. And the forest became darker
and wilder, with massive pines jutting into the gray October skies. It
felt for all the world like we were a pair of lumberjacks at the end of
the world. Just what we were after.

Our room at the lodge was... odd. Its layout was asymmetrical, with one
queen bed and a twin bed off to the side. Truthfully, I think the manager
gave us a shit room because he didn't want a couple of college guys
staying there at all. The TV was positioned for the main bed. We did
paper-scissors-rock to see who got the better bed, and Cal ended up
winning. The fucker. Because it was getting late, we ate at the lodge's
restaurant, and tossed back more than a few rounds. After a long day on
the road, we were both pretty beat, more than a little buzzed, and
crashed relatively early.

The next morning, we were rested and ready for fun. I had showered and
dressed, and was sitting around spinning my wheels while Cal got ready.
He came out of the shower with a towel around his waist and started
digging through his clothes. I was struck by the fact that he was one
sexy bastard.  His body sparked a note of envy--how did he look so good?
I mean, I was probably more active than he was, and... well, wowza. And
oddly, I caught myself just... staring at him. I mean, not *staring,*
but... well, staring at him. With an interest I couldn't quite put a
finger on....

Wait... what the hell was going on? I've never been attracted to guys,
and over the course of my life I've seen guys all the time in various
stages of undress. Hell, I'd seen *Cal* in various stages of undress.
Was this just the regular closeness I felt to Cal? Was it the fact that
in the lead up to our trip I hadn't had much time romantic time with my
girlfriend? It was just... surreal. As Cal toweled off, he was casually
talking about this or that, but I was suddenly riveted by fact that in
drying off his hair he was briefly flashing his hairy arm pits at me.
Jesus... even the guy's nasty, hairy pits looked good.

He then turned away from me and dropped the towel from his waist.
Goddammit, I think my mouth went dry. His ass was... Jesus Christ, a *porn
star* couldn't have an ass that perfectly shaped. It was rounded, but
unlike a woman's ass, this was as made of pure muscle. A *man's* ass.
Strong. Lightly covered with hair, that got denser at the bottom. Fucking
masculine. I had to violently wrench my head away to break the spell.

Jesus, Rob. Get it together.

Cal finished dressing, and when I turned back to him I was back in
control. But still, I couldn't quite shake the odd feelings he had
sparked.

Well, best bury them. I was sure I'd forget about everything once we got
out and started having fun.

And indeed, our day of fun was fantastic. We loaded up on a huge, man
sized breakfast and set out exploring. Again, it was well past peak
tourist season, which meant we had most places to ourselves. We got our
bearings, saw a bunch of sights and by and large had a blast. Cal was the
perfect travel buddy, leading the charge to see *everything.* I found
myself in the bizarre position as being the voice of reason as he turned
everything into some sort of cockamamie adventure. We were in our full
glory, talking loud, going wherever the road took us. We found a
British-style pub for dinner, and had a great night of fish and chips,
darts, and futile attempts to gamble at a weird gizmo that looked like a
slot-machine. Finally, we dragged ourselves back to our hotel.

It was weird. I didn't drift off to sleep right away that night,
thinking about the day. And reflecting on how weird it had been that
morning seeing Cal step out of the shower. I think Cal was having a rough
time sleeping too... I could hear him rustling for a few minutes,
apparently trying to get comfortable. I finally heard sounds as if he had
thrown back the blankets, leading me to think he was going to get up and
walk around. I guess he didn't, and the sounds quieted. I eventually
drifted back to sleep.

The next morning, we had planned to hit one of the provincial parks
outside of town. To avoid a replay of the previous morning, I loudly
offered for Cal to shower first. I held it together while he showered...
but the second he came padding out of the bathroom I rushed past him and
into the shower. Part of it was, yes, I was feeling more than a little
horny. My girlfriend liked sex and all, but no woman can ever match the
needs of a 20-something guy. Back home, I jerked off all the time to
relieve the pressure, but with Cal around that would be a bit awkward. I
was tempted to stroke my semi-hard cock while in the shower, but I got
cold feet as we had both had a habit of wandering in and out of the
bathroom while the other guy was using it... best friends have no secrets.
I just ran the water colder than necessary until my balls shrank down to
nothing, and the urge passed.

While getting dressed, I tried to make small talk to keep my mind off my
red-hot buddy. "Didja sleep well last night? I thought I heard you
tossing and turning."

Cal froze. He wildly looked away, but not before I saw his face become
flushed. His voice was... generally calm, but I knew him well enough to
realize something was up. He stammered out, "Oh. Last night? I mean?
 No, I slept. Good in fact. You?"

This was bizarre... not at all the reaction I was expecting. "What's up,
dude? I mean, I just heard you thrashing around and wondered...."  And
then it hit me. Thrashing around. Likely as horny as I had been, and in
need of a cold shower himself.  Clumsily, I blurted out, "Oh fuck, were
you jerking off?"

He whipped around and stared at me. However red Cal's face had been
before, it was now blazing with ruby fire. "Shut *up,* man! Jesus! I
thought you were asleep! Fuck!"

It was now my turn to be embarrassed. Sure, guys endless mock each other
about the very idea of jerking off, but it was something very different
to openly *call friends out on it* when you've caught them doing the
deed. I wasn't sure what to do, how to play this. "Aw shit, man," I
hurriedly answered him. "Look, I'm sorry to put you on the spot like
that. I mean... shit. Look, no guy should ever be embarrassed for doing
it. I've needed to let fly since we got here, but I was afraid that
you'd think...." Pause. "Well... I mean, I thought *I* was the
only...."  Pause. I let out a deep breath. "Cal, I'm sorry. We all do
it. Nothing to be ashamed about.  Shit, I totally invaded *your*
privacy."

If I had stopped there, everything would have probably been fine.

But.

I don't where the next words I said came from, but I continued to babble
on. "Man. It feels like I should jerk of in front of you to even the
score with potential blackmail against each other. Or maybe we do it at
the same time so we're even... you know, the male bonding extravaganza
and all...." And at that moment a cold chill ran down my spine. What the
fuck was I saying? Where did *that* come from? Jesus Christ, there was no
way Cal wasn't anything but freaking out inside. Shit. I looked over at
him in mortified terror, but he was looking at me... curiously.
Thoughtfully. I drove on as breezily as I could, desperate to change the
topic. "But that's for another time. I'm fucking starving. Are you
about ready so we can grab breakfast?"

That seems to have worked... at least Cal was cool and collected as we got
in the car and rode off in search of some chow.

There was a quietness between us. It wasn't exactly awkward, but my mind
was spinning so rapidly, trying to come up with something to say, that I
couldn't actually think of anything. Finally, Cal broke the tension.
Directly.

"So Rob...," he began, "*have* you ever, well, actually jerked off in
front of anyone?"

I wanted to swerve the car into a telephone pole. "Dude, I am so sorry
about earlier. I don't know where that came from. No, of course I've
never jerked off in front of anyone. Never done anything like that!"

"Even in your room, if your roommate was asleep?"

"Fine. Yes. Of course... I've been known to jerk one out if I can hear
him snoring. But fortunately, our schedules are different enough that I
usually have time to let loose when he's not in the room. But not... you
know, *in front* of anyone while they were watching. What about you?"

Cal nodded. "Yeah, I've jerked in front of a couple of girls,
especially when one wasn't in the mood and I was in serious danger of
blue balls. But never in front of guy. Funny."

We were both actively quiet. I half-wondered where the conversation would
have gone to next, but at that point we pulled into the restaurant we
were looking for, and dove into breakfast.

The subject didn't come up again, and we headed out for fun in the great
outdoors. We had packed our hiking boots, and hit the trails in a park
outside of town. It was crisply cold, but the physical activity kept us
warm. It was like we reverted to 14-year-old boys. We ran around like a
couple of wild men, with the whole forest to ourselves. At some point we
had a sword fight from a couple of dead branches and played "King of the
Log." Unfortunately, the weather turned and got the better of us; there
was a few seconds of dazzling snowfall, but when the snow went to sleet,
and then into a driving rain, we surrendered and went back to the lodge.

Once back in the room, we got out of our wet clothes, and crashed down on
the bed in nothing but our underwear. It was mid-afternoon, giving us
time to kill until dinner, but our options were somewhat limited. Cal
turned on the TV and started flipping through channels, trying to find
something we could watch, but the Canadian stations didn't give us many
options--even the usual American sports were not on the air.

Finally, Cal looked at me. There was something... impish in his eyes.
"You know, we have some time to kill. We could probably find a porno.
And...."

"Huh. You thinking how neither one of us has jerked off in front of
another guy before...?"

Cal smirked. "You said it yourself: we are looking for the ultimate male
bonding experience." To my surprise, he dramatically cupped his crotch
with his hand, jostling his junk through the thin cotton fabric of his
boxers.

I laughed... kind of nervously, but not entirely.
"Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit," I exhaled. "This is crazy." After a
moment of reflection, I turned back to him. "No one can know about
this."

"You think I'm gonna tell anyone?" Cal shot back with a shit-eating
grin. In a flash, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers
and pulled them off, leaving him in his naked glory.

And "glory" was just the word for it. Sure, I've seen guys naked
around the showers, or in the gym and all. But this was decidedly
different. Cal had essentially invited me to look--to *really* look--at
him. And not casually... sexually. So I did. And I couldn't take my eyes
off him. Again, his muscled form was the picture of manhood. Hairy across
the chest and down, spreading out to a hairy flat stomach.

But what had my undivided attention was his crotch--a hairy man-bush that
framed a semi-gorged prick and a pair of magnificent balls. This was the
first time I had really had a chance to study the masculine form in
detail. Fuck. His dick was full, if not exactly hard, but I suspected it
was a good seven inches when at full attention... or more. Fuck. Below
were two hairy, egg-sized balls, freely lolling about his crotch. Fuck.
He was a fucking sexual god.

My reverie was snapped as Cal tossed his boxers at me, hitting me full in
the face. "You joining me or what?" He asked with a devilish smirk.

"Fuck you!" I snarked back. I theatrically grabbed the discarded
underwear and brought it to my face, inhaling deeply. "Nice perfume
you're wearing!"

Cal laughed out loud. "You fucking pervert!"

"Find us something raunchy on the TV!" I fired back.  But the thing is,
there was something else going on in my mind. I meant to do that in fun,
and was fully expecting his shorts to have a nasty scent to them. But it
wasn't nasty, it was... fucking hot. The reality is, while Cal fiddled
with the remote, I took another whiff of his boxers to be sure.
Fuuuuuuuuuuck. I had been right the first time. His scent was indeed all
over them, and it was... masculine. *Deeply* masculine. I didn't quite
know what to do with that... the scent was unlike anything I'd ever
smelled before, and my dick responded. I quickly discarded his underwear
and slipped out of mine.

Cal had found something good and turned back to me as, and the expression
on his face was... unreadable. It was like he was going to make some
hooting, bravado-laden comment about the big-titted lady on the screen,
but in seeing me, that comment died on his lips. Instead, his eyes drank
me in, openly leering. I'm hairy too, but maybe not quite as much as he
was. He could clearly see my cock standing pretty tall, slightly shorter
than his, but a lot thicker. My hairy balls rolled free.

I think it hit us that we were both stark naked, and... aroused. And the
fact that we were seeing each other aroused was... arousing us further.
This was *not* something that was part of the standard edition of The Guy
Manual. But here it was. I instinctively reached down and slowly massaged
my balls. Was I straining for release? Performing for my best friend, who
was most definitely taking in the performance? Both?

"Wait one second," I said abruptly, then slid off the bed. Cal slowly
jerked himself, now rock hard, and looked at me quizzically. I went into
the bathroom and found the complimentary bottle of hand lotion among the
freebee toiletries. I stepped back into the main room, again mesmerized
by Cal's naked form sprawled out across the bed. Man.

I tossed him the bottle of lotion, which he caught and inspected. "Good
man," he responded, then shook out a blob into his hand. Slowly,
languidly, he started rubbing it all over his hard cock, groaning in
satisfaction at the sensation. Fuck. It was completely normal, something
I had done countless times before, but watching this sexy guy do it was
incredibly hot. He wasn't performing sex, like the models in the porno.
He was actually pleasuring himself, knowing *exactly* what he liked, and
determined to enjoy himself. It was... real.

I got next to him on the bed, and squirted some lotion onto my own dick,
which was proudly standing up ram-rod straight. I thought I saw him
watching me out of the corner of my eye. I, too, moaned my pleasure as I
rubbed the lotion in, excited that I was feeling his gaze.

Together, we started working our cocks, nominally watching the action on
the screen in front of us. It was wild. And felt liberating, showing off
for my best bud. We were both making small sounds as we jerked ourselves,
wrapped up in the moment. "Check out the ass on that one," Cal said,
looking ahead. I grunted something indistinct. Normally, a woman's big
round ass would get my blood flowing, but somehow my attention kept being
pulled back to my buddy beside me. Again, he was... real. Cal started
playing with one of his hairy nipples with his free hand, hissing between
his teeth. I tried to watch him without being too obvious. I raised my
eyes slightly... and holy shit, I think Cal was staring at my dick. He
quickly looked away, re-locking his eyes on the TV in front of us. I too
looked ahead, but the sexual tension between us drew my gaze toward him
again.

I looked on in wonder, seeing Cal's technique as he worked his cock.
Rotating and twisting, in deep long strokes. Then he shifted, and
concentrated on his cockhead, giving rapid jerks focusing on the rim. As
he did so, he shifted his weight, rolling his head back and giving some
deep-breathing groans. I started mimicking the motion, and loved the
pressure on my own dick head. I looked back over at him, and again noted
that he was staring at my dick as I worked it. Again, he looked away,
afraid to be caught. I watched him move his free hand to massage his
balls, but also it was clear he was putting pressure on his taint, and
slowly bucking against the feel of his hands. I groaned... loudly.

My eyes moved up to his face, and noted that he was now just staring at
me. Not looking away. And there was... hunger in his eyes. A masculine
glare, driven by sexual excitement. I was looking at him with the same
hunger. I never thought it would happen, but having this stud pleasure
himself literally right next to me was awakening something deep in me. It
was unlike any experience I had had with a woman... it was far more
intense.

And Cal's eyes showed that he was feeling the same thing.

My mind was racing. I mean, Cal wasn't gay. I wasn't gay. No one we
knew was gay. Being gay was the kiss of social death. But I wasn't
feeling "gay," I was feeling... horny. And excited.

Fuck it.

I reached over and started rubbing my hand across Cal's hairy pecs,
while we both kept stroking our cocks. "Mmmmmmmm," was all he said. It
was enough. I shifted slightly towards him. He took over stroking with
his left hand, and his right started circling my stomach. We both went
back and forth from watching the other's crotch, to looking each other
in the eye... making sure we were cool with what was happening.

We were both cool with what was happening.

More or less at the same time, our hands circled down to the other's
guy's dick, and in a flash, we were stroking each other.

Holy fuck.

There was a specific energy, a specific *feeling* that came from having
another guy work my cock. There was an inherent knowledge of what I
needed... what would work. The pressure of his hand was... fucking
*perfect.* The way he moved his fingers in his grip. Oh my fucking God.
No handjob from any woman came close. And at the same time, I absolutely
marveled at the feel of his dick. It was harder than I expected, but also
softer. The feel was familiar, yet totally different, being that he was
longer than me with less girth.  I started working him the way I liked to
work myself, and the effect was instantaneous.

"Oh... Gawwwwwwwd," Cal growled, as he started thrusting into my hand.

"Fuck yeeeeeeeah, man," I groaned in return. Fuck. He was working me in
ways I barely understood, and my body began involuntarily moving in
rhythm with his hand. He started gripping me harder, juuuuust this side
of pain, and started pounding me. Reflexively, I returned the favor, and
we both threw our heads back swearing like sailors. Fuck, my mind was
burning. It didn't help that I had been horny as hell going into this...
there was no way I was going to last long. Sure enough, his fist started
a chain reaction, and I could feel a familiar pressure building in my
balls. "Oh fuck man," I warned him, "I'm gonna cum."

"Fucking shoot for me stud! You've got me so fucking close...!"

Together we began bucking and shaking, as we furiously pounded each
other. Our rhythmic grunts got louder, more forceful, and then we both
blew, nearly at the same time. I screamed out and shot ropes of cum
everywhere, splattering my chest. Cal did the same nearly jumping off the
bed in the force of his eruption, and his entire torso--along with my
hand--were bathed in his white-hot spunk.

We continued working each other, convulsing and yelling, until we were
too sensitive for more. We fell back onto the bed as our breathing
finally slowed.

"That was... wild," Cal finally said after a very long pause.

"Yeah. Way more intense than jerking myself. You... know what you're
doing."

Cal chuckled. "You've got the magic touch yourself. I'm guessing
practice makes perfect."

"I've never done anything like that... I mean, like, with another guy,"
I blurted out, somewhat defensively.

"Me neither," Cal responded. "But that's what a male bonding weekend
is for, right?" I swear he almost... winked at me. After a second, I
relaxed, let out a big breath and started a low chuckle.

"Male bonding weekend," I agreed. "But... no one can know about this,
ok?"

"My lips are sealed," Cal said. "Now go get a towel. There is no way
I'm sleeping in your wet spot."

We bantered for a few minutes, and cleaned ourselves off before heading
off to dinner. We found a sports bar that looked appealing, and it seemed
that they were showing some American college football. It was a good
crowd, and we settled in for a night of boisterous energy and heaping
plates of bar food.

Overall things were light and easy between us, but there was a new...
tension. I admit my mind continued to whirl. This was a brand-new world
for me... and I wasn't sure how I felt about things. Well, that's not
entirely true--I absolutely *loved* how our session felt. Cal had stirred
some incredible feelings, and my cock was still tingling at the thought
of his touch. But... what the hell? Guys didn't do that with other guys.
*I* didn't do that with other guys. That broke all kinds of rules.

But the rule-breaking added to the spice.

And if I was being honest, the experience with Cal was making me hungry
for more. I kept thinking about his cock. Hard. Ferocious. A man's cock,
ready for battle. I kept thinking about him, in that most elemental of
masculine frames of mind... to breed, or to die trying. And suddenly I was
thinking of my own rock-hard cock, meeting his. Rubbing together. The
friction. Feeling the sexual hunger. Both our dicks on fire, demanding
release....

Shit. I was getting way too far ahead of myself. Part of the problem was
I was trying desperately to get a read on Cal--what was he thinking? His
signals were... agonizingly vague. On the one hand, he hadn't said a word
about what we had done, not even a joke. On the other hand, he freely...
touched me. I don't mean groping me, but just... an extra degree of back
slapping, friendly punches to the arm, that kind of thing. Or was I just
noticing it more because I was noticing *him* more? Man, watching him,
right there, roaring his support for the game in a rich baritone voice...
even surrounded by all that masculine excitement and energy, Cal stood
out. You had to love the guy.

We finally made it back to our room. I pulled out a bottle of whiskey we
had bought earlier, and we decided to see what kind of dent we could put
into it. We poured ourselves a glass, and toasted to our last night of
freedom before heading back home. In short order, we were feeling the
burn and living loud. Loving each other's company.

Finally, fortified with a great deal of liquid courage, I came around to
the topic that had been in my mind all evening.

"Cal, they'll probably take away my Man Card for saying it, but I had a
great time this afternoon. I didn't know playing with a guy's dick
could feel so good."

Cal smiled and took a big drink, clenching his teeth as he swallowed.
"Rob, I'm not going to lie. It was fucking hot." He burst out
laughing, and looked at me with a sparkle in his eye. "It was fucking
hot."

"The women are like 500 miles away. Do you think we could... you know?"

"Oh yeah."

Oh yeah.

Even in my semi-sloshed state, I was able to strip down naked in under 5
seconds, and Cal was right behind me. We got on the bed, facing each
other. Hard as railroad spikes, and not even pretending we needed a porno
to turn us on.

Suddenly, Cal's hands were all over me, running his hands across my
hairy pecs. I did the same, amazed by the feeling of his chest hair.
Scraggly. Manly. There was nothing about his body that was soft. Unlike
the women I had known, he wasn't... pliable. His muscles were taut and
strong. He trembled slightly at my touch as I started massaging him. He
let out a low growl, reminding me of a purr.

His hands were having a similar effect on me. My skin broke out in
goosebumps, and my breathing was coming out in short gasps. I could feel
my dick throbbing, aching at the excitement. My hands circled down Cal's
hairy torso, and soon I was massaging his balls. Firm and strong in my
hands. His breathing was coming in pants now. We both starting jacking
each other... slowly, forcefully. God he felt GOOD.

I brought our dicks together, and as we both groaned, I started jacking
us together. Fuck, it was Heaven. I don't know how long we fondled
ourselves, but I soon realized I needed more. Jerking off was for high
school kids. I needed something stronger.

Driven by instinct, freed by liquor, I bent down and took Cal's cock
into my mouth.

"HOLY SHIT!" he yelled.

Holy fucking shit.

It was an experience unlike anything I had had before. It was incredibly
intimate--here was a guy trusting his dick to me. Letting me take him in.
And the feel of it was unlike anything else. I knew from years of
indifferent blowjobs that the key was suction and friction. Too many
girls give weak, flaccid blowjobs and there was no way I was going to do
that to my best friend. He deserved something better... something only
another guy could provide. Keeping the suction going, I ran my tongue
around the cockhead in my mouth, paying extra attention to the underside
as I went.

"Jesus CHRIST!" He shouted. "Oh yeah dude, fucking SUCK ME!"

Then I *really* got him going. Next, I drove down the length of his cock,
sucking him in as deep as I could go. "FUUUUUUCK!" he called out,
raising his hips off the bed and trying to spear me even deeper. I tried
this several more times, and each time got a rousing response. He
couldn't tell, but I had a big grin on my face, thrilled at how fucking
hot this was.

I pulled off his dick, and dropped lower... I wanted to explore his balls.
I got my face down there... and fuck. I was immediately struck by his
scent. A musk, a masculine funk unlike anything else. It smelled like
sex. Raw. Primitive. Male. I started sweeping my face through his hairy
crotch, breathing him in, mouthing his balls as I went. Cal growled his
approval, sounding like some kind of jungle cat. I started tonguing his
balls one at a time, rapidly tickling them with my tongue, which got him
squirming against me. I started aggressively sucking his balls, taking
them into my mouth and working them with my tongue. "Oh fuck YEAH dude,
work my fucking balls. Take `em!  TAKE `EM!" His hands had gone to my
head, trying to grind my face into his bush as he swore out a string of
obscenities. Fuck, this man was fucking losing his mind.

I went back to his cock, which was throbbing from his raw need. I sucked
his cock down hard, using my fingers to work his shaft as I went. I could
tell the effect I was having, his body was starting to go ridged  and his
balls were pulling up tight... "Hold-on-hold-on-hold-on," Cal said
desperately, and I slowed my assault. "I'm getting close," he panted.
"Not yet. Here... lie back."

As I slumped to my side, Cal crawled between my legs and went *hard* for
my rock-hard dick. Hard. "FUUUUCK!" I yelled, throwing my head back.
Jesus fucking Christ. He attacked me with his mouth, giving me a
take-no-prisoners blowjob unlike anything I had ever experienced. The
friction that he had! The fucking suction as he went down on me... beyond
any wussy blowjob from a woman. The power that he had left me gasping for
breath. A man's touch. A man's strength. I swung my hands around him,
roughly massaging his head and shoulders... not driving him onto my cock,
but just overwhelmed with the *feel* of him. One of his hands shot up my
torso and began raking against my hairy chest, grabbing down *hard* on my
nipple. His fingers as insistent, as demanding as his mouth. I had to
fight back hard against him just to hang onto my equilibrium.

And something occurred to me. It wasn't just his raw masculine energy
that made this so good... it was the fact that my guy was into blowing me
as much as I was into getting blown. No pouty female reluctance here--Cal
was fucking *living* for this experience. He mouth-fucked my cock as if
his fucking life depended on it.

But I needed his cock as much as he needed mine. Still lying on my back,
I roughly pulled him up, then forced him to flip around. He quickly
realized what I had in mind, and got into position on top of me... still
sucking down my cock, but waving his man monster in my face. And I
fucking inhaled him.

With our cocks lodged down each other's throats, our guttural sounds
became more muted, and nearly drowned out by some obscene slurping. My
spit was running down his shaft and smearing across my face. It was good,
but the angle was slightly off, and I leaned by head back and started
working on his hairy balls, which were rolling seductively across my
face. Sucking them down, and breathing in his scent. I closed my eyes
lapped his balls again and again with my tongue, and from Cal's reaction
I knew he was in heaven.

Then my tongue started working down the back side of his balls... and
that's when things started to get *really* interesting. As I licked his
taint, Cal's whole body *convulsed.* I tried again, and got a similar
response... followed by Cal more insistently griding against my face. As
he did so, a new scent opened up for me... dark, earthy, and musky. Fuck...
this was the most masculine of all... raw, and I mean *raw* animal scent.
I opened my eyes and realized my nose was now nestled inside the man's
hairy ass crack, so fucking close to his puckered hole.

Fuck.

His scent, and the sight of his hole was unleashing something primal in
me. This was unlike anything, *anything* I had ever done sexually. And I
fucking loved it... a man's most secret part, exposed and open before me.
I don't know what came over me, but the animal within me was screaming
for release. I drove my mouth forward, and fucking ate his hole for all
it was worth.

Cal erupted in sexual hunger. He fucking *drove* his ass into my face, as
hard as he possibly could, while his whole body started bucking like an
enraged bull at a rodeo. "OH GOD YEAH! Eat my FUCKING HOLE! FUCKING EAT
IT!" He slammed against me, screaming for all he was worth. In a frenzy,
he fucking choked down my cock. He sucked me so hard I thought he was
going to rip my cock off, and his hands dug so hard into me that I'm
sure he left bruises.

But that was nothing compared to what this unleashed in me. This was the
hottest thing I had ever done. Totally taboo, totally raunchy, totally
unbridled.

I heard Cal yell "EAT ME EATMEEATME FUUUUUUUUCK!" And my mind went into
sexual overdrive.

Using my mouth, I fucking *raped* that hole in front of me with white-hot
passion. My mouth was everywhere, sucking hard against his pucker and
driving my tongue in to the root. His ass hair was drenched with my spit.
I shook my head wildly in his crack, scouring his inner butt with my
stubble. I gave these long, wet slurps of my tongue that ran the length
of his ass, then dove back hard against his hole. Cal had never
experienced anything like it, and all but lost bodily control. He tried
to keep sucking my cock but the sensations overwhelmed him and he could
barely keep me in his mouth. He alternated hard slurps with howls born
from a pleasure he had never knew existed.

I pulled my face away, licked my finger and rammed it inside his
spit-slick hole.

"FUCK YES! YES! YESSSSSSSSSSSS!" he bellowed.

I finger fucked him. Again and again, and his sounds devolved into
shouted growls as he started leaning into my finger, fucking himself.

I lost all control. I needed more. I needed everything. Through grit
teeth, I snarled out, "I gotta fuck you. Now. I'll do anything you
want. But I gotta fuck you."

In reply, he roared out "Fucking FUCK ME!"

I violently rolled out from under him and got behind him. I positioned my
wet, dripping cockhead against his hairy hole and leaned into him.
Nothing. I leaned again. Nothing but our shared panting, and growing
blood rage in my head. My brain screamed in frustration. I spat into my
hand to add more lube, and pushed again, hard... and my cockhead *sank*
into him.

"STOP!" he yelled, and I held back. "Give me a second. You're fucking
huge man! You're... so fucking... huge."

I reached down and started stroking his cock and said quietly, "Breathe.
I got you. I'll go slow. Just breathe...." I don't know if it was the
soft words, our roaring sexual need, or that fact that I was stroking his
cock, but Cal slowly started to relax. I was as gentle as I could be, but
I have to tell you that it took everything in me to restrain myself.
Cal's ass was burning hot, wet from spit, and was tighter than any cunt
I had ever fucked. The pressure was fucking driving me crazy. God... this
was sex from another universe.

When Cal finally nodded that he was ok, I started slow, gently rocking
back and forth, unable to believe how good it felt. I started making
little circles, and fuck... the *pressure*! And even more, as I started my
movement, Cal started bearing down hard, squeezing me with his ass
muscles. It was so tight that I was almost screaming myself.

"FuuuUUUUck man! FuuuUHHH-uuuUHHH!" Cal's groans started up in
earnest--undulating in a throaty, deep-voiced sound from the very core of
his being. I started thrusting in deeper, still slowly but pushing in
deep. "Oh FUCK yeah! Oh God, THERE!" I started thrusting more
deliberately, more forcefully, and Cal lost it.

"FUCKING FUCK! FUUUUNNNNNGH!"

I didn't know if he was yelling in pain, in pleasure, or a combination
of both. And truthfully, at that moment I didn't care. But whatever Cal
was feeling, it slowly became clear that Cal was completely into it. He
started grinding against me, slowly fucking himself. Needing more. And I
was fucking going to give it to him. "Get ready, Cal, FEEL IT!" With
that, I drove my cock inside him to the hilt, grinding my bush against
his hairy hole. We both roared.

And I gave it to him for all I was worth. We slammed together again and
again. I leaned down so my hairy chest scraped across his back, and our
sweat ran together. I hooked my arms underneath him for leverage, and I
started thrusting *deep.* No technique, nothing but desperation. My balls
grinding against him as I drove into him. His ass has unleashed feelings
inside me that I had never experienced. Sexual need. We convulsed
together, our bodies desperate to feel each other. Our sounds were
inhuman, and loud enough to shatter the windows. Messy, sloppy, primal.
Friendship was thrown away; we were a pair of aggressive males completely
focused on sexual release.

I could feel the release coming. The wet friction of his ass was making
my balls boil, and at the same time I could feel Cal's muscles ripple
and his cries escalated. Cal started bucking even more wildly, making
sounds I never heard another man make. And suddenly, his cock exploded,
sending a geyser of cum everywhere. His ass bore down hard on me,
crushing my dick nearly to the point of pain--exquisite pain. That was
all it took to set me off, and with a howl I shot off a tidal wave of
spunk into his guts.

It was unlike anything else I had ever experienced... a primal, purely
masculine moment of rage, fire, and sweat, plus a feeling of closeness I
didn't think possible. Right there, I felt supernaturally connected to
Cal, a bond beyond anything possible. We continued slowly fucking for I
don't know how many more minutes, just reveling in the feeling of it
all.

Fuck.

Well, as you can imagine, we didn't really sleep that night. We knew
we'd have to leave for home in the morning, and so we made the most of
every second we had left. We fucked like a pair of rabid dogs. And it
wasn't just me fucking Cal--that fucker about tore me a new asshole. We
were rough, greedy and ferocious as we went after each other. As I was
fucking him the last time, missionary style, I leaned in and we started
kissing... making out as hard as we fucked. We finally fell into exhausted
sleep a few hours before dawn.

On the drive home, we both agreed that we wouldn't say a word to our
girlfriends, saying "What happens in Thunder Bay, stays in Thunder
Bay." But despite our loud protestations of being straight, and our vows
that this had been a one-time thing, I wondered what the future might
hold for us.

But one thing for sure--true to our plans, this weekend had indeed been
the Ultimate Male Bonding Experience.


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