A new boy's first encounter with three leather/bear boys

As we were driving, I was feeling a bit of melancholy, the love of my life had passed away 9 months ago. This trip to Canada was about Brad and I going fishing and the girls shopping in Montreal. It was just Brad and I this year. We flew into the lake and carried as much booze as we did luggage. We had a very secluded cabin, as did all the other fishermen that went there, the cabins dotted around the entire lake. The lake was rather large and they supplied boats for the fishing. There was a main hall for showers and meals of fresh caught fish. I was really getting relaxed and enjoying the fishing and the banter with the other guys that were there. Brad and I really felt an uplift of our spirits and had won 2 contests for the largest fish by the 3rd day. The cabins were very small, two twin beds and a little table next to the wood burner for heat. They gave us a few things to eat, to have a meal, we needed to go to the main lodge. On the fourth day it rained, I mean it poured for the whole day. Brad and I had broken into the booze by 1pm and were getting a little happy. We played cards and the conversation turned to sex. The wildest time... best blow-job... etc. by midnight, we were totally drunk (and probably horny). I just flopped into bed, ready to pass out and Brad did the same. I dosed right away, yet woke in the middle of the night for some reason. I looked over to Brad and noticed his sheet moving. I joked, "Hey dude, don't jack off without me." He jumped awake and I jumped from my bed, dropped my shorts and started wanking at my cock. He threw his legs to the side of his bed... face level at my dick. I was still drunk, yet I knew something was weird about this. Brad grabbed my hand and took over. I was getting my cock stroked by a Guy. I was about to pull away when he dropped his mouth over the head of my cock. It had been a while, a long while, since any mouth has been on my dick. I just froze for a while, yet my pecker never got smaller, it just became bone hard. it was at its full 8" and thicker than I can remember. He really was getting into it, stroking the shaft while he sucked and playing with my balls. I knew my staying power was weak and just grabbed his head and thrust into his mouth. Outside the thunder and lightning was adding to the moment, flashing enough to get a glimpse of what was happening. I don't know who was groaning louder, him or me, when I sent a torrent of cum into his mouth. My legs were shaking as he drained the last of it out of me. Here I had just had the best blow job in my life and it came from a guy, not just any guy, my best friend. He pulled up gasping and flopped back onto his bed and I fell back on mine. we both fell into a deep sleep. When I awoke I was racked with guilt and felt terrible. He was still sleeping as I went to the shower house. I wondered if everyone that saw me knew that I had just had my cock sucked by a dude. I walked back to the cabin wondering what to say or how Brad was going to react. I Hesitated at the door for a second and was startled when the door opened. Brad stood there looking at the ground and then looked at me and said, "I hope you're not upset, that was totally cool for me. I have never been with or touched another guy before, it just happened and I'm glad it did." I was shocked and reminded him that he's married and I'm not gay. I just smiled and said, "I'm not gay, I love my wife and I've just been curious what it must be like to be with a guy. I'm not going to leave her after this and become gay." Just then the raining started again and I pushed past him into the cabin. It was then, as I brushed past him, I realized that I really loved last night. he stepped in and asked, "Could we do it again, now that we're both sober and it's light out. I mean it, at least one more time?" My face must have turned beet red as he smiled and noticed a lump in my shorts. He dropped his shorts right then and, as if in a trance, did the same. I heard him gasp and smile and said, "How did I get that in my mouth, how long is it?" It was then that I realized his was about 6 inches and uncut. It bowed from his groin like a coat hook. We moved toward the bed and I wasn't sure what was going to happen. I said, "I don't think I'm ready to suck a man just yet, hope you don't mind." He just laughed and told me to relax and enjoy. We lay so his head was at my cock and his hips were near my shoulders. This time he took his time, he'd give a few licks and then stroke me as he studied my cock. He must have been telling the truth, I was his first, as he was really trying to figure this out. I noticed his cock was stiff and some precum was forming a drop on his tip. Then he asked, "Brad, did you swallow last night?" "A little, you've been saving it for a while and there was way too much. Shut up and let me work on this hard monster." He then put as much in his mouth as he could, all but maybe one inch. Being able to watch really had me turned up a level and instinctively reached to touch his pecker. I gave it feathery fingertip touches and he jumped and scooted closer to me. I wrapped my hand around it, it was warm and soft to the touch. as I started to stroke him I felt his tongue under my balls and in the crack of my ass. I shifted to give him better access and he tongued my hole while jacking me. The cock in my hand seemed to thicken a bit and I noticed his balls drawing up, so I slowed down and lightly touched him. Then I wet a finger and played with his asshole. He lifted his leg in response as I wormed my finger in a little. Just then he let out a loud groan and was spurting all over my chest and then my hand. this sent me over and I watched as he bobbed on my dick while I was twitching and cumming. Both of our chests were heaving, mine shining with his cum and his gasping for air. cum covered his lips and chin as he smiled back at me. This was the way the last 2 days of our fishing trip went, Brad blowing me and me jacking him. But that was vacation and when I got home, the guilt and the worry if I was gay started back and I didn't call Brad for a week. Then Kim, his wife and my wife's best friend, called. She called regularly after my wife died to make sure I was ok. This call was to invite me over for a cookout on Saturday. Great, a weekend with the hottest babe in the world and her husband, the hottest cocksucker ever...

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