Author : Jethro Maki

 I was in my late twenties at the time of this story.  I had a buddy who I hung out with every now and then named Dan, who was about my age, six feet tall with dark curly hair and a handlebar moustache that gave him a bit of a trailer trash air.  I found this attractive, as well as the fact that Dan was really into drinking beer and hanging out.  He had a loud voice and a boisterous sense of humour.

 One spring, Dan and I were on the hunt for parts I needed for a car I was working on at a local junkyard.  We had a six pack of beer in my tool box, and as we made our way over the tangled wreckage of old cars and trucks, the sun shone down on us and made us both hot and thirsty.  We found an old milk truck in the corner of the yard, and sat in the shaded back of it on some old crates and had a couple of beers.

 Dan started telling me that his wife had recently undergone some kind of surgery which prevented her from being able to have sex with him.  He was always a bit of a flirt, and while I had never really told him I was queer I knew he had heard talk that I was.  As he described his wife’s situation in rather tiresome detail I could see that Dan was getting a hard on.  That day he was wearing a pair of sweat pants and sneakers, with a t-shirt and a sweater over top.  His cock flopped around inside there, and sometimes as we had been bent over cars we were looking at I could see the band of his jockey shorts under his pants.

 I had always thought Dan was hot, and we had flirted a bit back and forth as we had come to know one another.  I remember once he told me that he had a big cock, and showed me his massive hands as evidence of this.  Sometimes I would catch him looking right into my eye, and it would startle me a bit.   Once or twice he had called out "hey, beautiful" when I had first come over to his place and found him in his garage knee deep in grease.  I liked hanging out with him, and here in this abandoned milk van in a deserted corner of the junkyard I could see possibilities as never before.

 I sat up and listened as he told me that his wife probably wouldn’t be able to let him fuck her for at least a year, and possibly more.  She was a bit of a free spirit, and so had given him her permission to seek out sex from others during her recovery.  I said I thought that was pretty understanding of her, as my own cock started to get hard in my jeans.

 Dan was breathing a bit faster now, and once or twice his voice trembled as he spoke.  He carried on though, and told me he wasn’t sure what to do, since he didn’t want any of their friends to know what was going on, and all the women he knew were off limits as being married or attached to buddies of his.  I could see his cock getting harder in his sweat pants, sticking straight up now, and he caught my eyes looking at it.  He smiled, and asked me if he really needed to say anymore.  There was a knowing leer in his voice for all his nervousness, or maybe I just wanted there to be.

 I stood up, revealing in the process my own erection tight in my pants, and then stepped over to where he sat.  He leaned back and thrust his hips up towards me a bit, and I knew what he wanted.  I got to my knees in front of him and asked him if I could suck his cock.  I really didn’t have to say that to him, but somehow I needed to in order to make this scenario more hot in the nether reaches of my mind.

 Dan smiled, and said nothing.  He reached down and took out his cock from his pants.  It really was a big cock, and I looked at it for a minute, feeling the warmth of his crotch close before me.  I opened my mouth and his hand guided it inside me.  I loved this, and the taste of his cock was driving me wild.  I tried to swallow as much of it as I could, to do my best to please him.  His hand rested on top of the back of my neck, encouraging me to suck him off.

 There was only the sound of his occasional sighs of pleasure in the van, and my own breathing through my nose as I kept his cock in my mouth.  While I had often thought about having sex with Dan, and even got off on it from time to time when masturbating, I had never imagined that it would actually happen.  He said ’that’s it’ softly, and I knew that I was pleasing him, as I so much wanted to do.  I was getting lost in sucking his cock.

 This went on for a long time, it seemed, and finally his thrusting hips told me that he was going to come.  While I don’t normally swallow guys’ come, or even like having them come in my mouth, with Dan it was different, and I wanted it more than anything.  He came in throbs, and shot most of it down my throat.  His big hand was strong on my head as he did so.

 We got up, and he smiled at me and then wrestled playfully with me, his cock still hanging out of his pants.  He held me down and then rubbed it against my face and laughed boyishly.  I was loving this, and wondering where it would go next.  We got ourselves together and then headed out to finish looking for the car parts.  That day went by and we talked as though nothing had happened, but when I dropped him off at his place afterward he reached out and patted my ass.  He told me quietly that next time he wanted to fuck me up the ass.  Then he smiled again and walked away, looking back over his shoulder in a glance that made my heart pound as I sat there staring in astonishment at him.

 About a week later we did get together again, and I asked him over to my place.  He brought over a few beers, and while we sat around smoking a few cigarettes and talking he kept looking at my bedroom.  After a while he suggested that it was time for him to fuck me up the ass.  He kept playing with his cock as he sat there, and he knew that I wanted it.

 We got up and went into the bedroom, where he stripped down and then took my clothes off.  I got to my knees and sucked his rock hard cock, my own just as hard, slapping against his calf as I knelt there before him.  He kept talking about how hot it was going to be to stick his cock in my ass, and told me I better be ready for a ’long ride, buddy’.  My cock was drooling precum at this point, and a couple of minutes later I got up on the bed in front of him.

 He put his fingers against my ass, and I handed him some lubricant and a condom.  He slid the condom on his cock, and then lubed up my ass as I lay there.  He reached under me and drew me up on my knees in front of him, and he knelt behind me with his penis up against my ass.  He told me he knew I had wanted this for a long time, and then made me admit it before he would fuck me.  I told him it was true, and felt his cock press up against my hole.

 He started to push it inside my ass, and I groaned softly.  He told me he knew I could take it, and pressed himself inside me harder.  It seemed like forever even at that before his cock was all the way up my ass, but then there it was.  I felt his warm hairy legs against the backs of mine and he knelt there with his penis up my ass.  He started to fuck me.  Slowly at first, then building up speed.  He said he wanted to see me spread my ass open for him, and I reached back and did it.

 I could hear him chuckle with pleasure in the way he did when he won a street race or a barfight, and he fucked me faster and harder.  I pushed back against him, stroking my own hard cock and taking his anal onslaught manfully.  I knew this was what I had wanted from the moment I had met him.  He was so quintessentially masculine, so hot, and so into what he was doing that I thought to myself I had never had a better fuck than him.

 He kept on fucking me and moaning occasionally.  He was talkative, and he told me that I had better be ready for him to come over and do this again and again, ’cause he thought this was pretty fucking hot.  He said I was going to have a sore ass when he was done with me, but that was probably what I wanted from him anyways.  He slapped my ass playfully a couple of times, and told me he thought it was really nice.  He wanted to lick it sometime, and other things besides.

 After a while of this, he pulled out of my ass and rolled me over onto my stomach.  He put my legs against his chest and looked into my eyes.  He wanted me to tell him how hot I thought this was, and as I spread my ass open for him to fuck I told him I thought he was the hottest guy I had ever met.  He fucked me really hard after that, and once he leaned down and kissed me, putting his tongue deep in my mouth while looking me straight in the eyes.

 This was too much for him, and for me too, and we both came pretty shortly after that.  Dan flopped down on the bed and tossed the used condom to the floor.  I got up to take a leak, but he pulled me back on the bed and told me he wasn’t done with me yet.  After a cigarette he rolled me over onto my stomach and fucked me again, really hard and fast.  I was a bit more used to his cock now, and tried to massage it with my ass as he fucked me.

 Dan came pretty quickly after a few minutes of this, and then he let me get up and take a leak, and bring us a couple more beers.  When I got back to the bed he kept his hand on my ass, and told me again how much he liked fucking my ass.  He pushed a finger inside it, and then kept it there for a few minutes.  I spread my legs for him and told him that I would do anything for a buddy.

 Dan and I spent some pretty hot times together that year, while his wife got better.  I had worried at first that it would affect our being friends, but it really didn’t.  He liked to get his cock sucked, and he liked to fuck me.  He didn’t need any more than that from me sexually, and emotionally he just liked being my bud and hanging out.  I liked him too in the same way, so we were able to handle having sex together without the usual consequences when this happens between friends.

 When his wife was better, he still fucked me the odd time, though not as often.  While I have met some really hot guys in my time, I have to say that those times I had with Dan were probably the hottest of all.  A couple of years later he and his wife moved up north, and we haven’t kept in touch.