What Happens In Canada... Stays in Canada

What happens in Canada stays in Canada. So here's the story that happened a few years ago, 3 actually.

My name is Eric, for the sake of giving you a visual I'm 5'11 155 with cool spiky brownish blonde hair and blue eyes. Not to be an egomaniac but enough people have told me I am good looking that I am comfortable believing it is true. I am from suburban New York but I went to college out of state. So I had just graduated from school and was home for the summer. I was 22. I have a good friend that was still living at home and was (and I guess still is).

My friend Mark is two years younger than me and he's 5'10 I'd say 150 brown hair and eyes and quite good looking himself. We played baseball together and are HUGE Yankees fans. We were looking for something cool to do for a weekend so we thought of the perfect road trip. Since you only have to be 19 to drink in Canada and Mark was only 20, we decided to go up to Toronto for a weekend to see the Yankees play the Blue Jays.

It was a bit of a hike to get there but we entertained ourselves by making fun of people in other cars and smoking cigarettes. So we finally made it to the border, stopped at the duty-free shop to stock up on booze and make are way into Toronto town. This was Thursday night so we checked into the hotel and hit up some of the bars. It was pretty cool, we got shot down by a few of the Canadian ladies and went back to the hotel. Hell it was the first night and we were just getting used to the scene. The next day we toured around town and saw that space needle thing, oh wait that's Seattle, but whatever that tower is they have we went and saw that anyway.

Toronto is a pretty bad ass town for the record. Then that night we went to the game and Roger Clemens pitched the Yankees to victory. Yeah. Then we went out again that night of course because that was why we were there you know. We had better luck with the ladies that night and met 2 hot chicas to dance and hook up with. The one with Mark had to work the next day though so they didn't come home with us or anything but we exchanged numbers and made plans to meet the next night.

The next day we were a bit hungover so we slept in and went walking around when we finally dragged our asses out of bed. It's Saturday for the record. The Yankees and Jays were playing a day game so as we were walking around we noticed a bar that was playing the game. We figured hair of the dog that bit you and all that so we went it to watch some of the game. Here's where things get interesting.

The place was not that crowded so we just sat down and were enjoying the game when someone sent us over a round of beers. The bartender motioned towards some guy at the end of the par so we tipped our beers to him as a thank you, we thought he must have been a fellow Yankees fan. He comes over and starts making small talk so we did the same, finally he says, "So are you guys together?"

I laughed and said "Well yeah, we didn't just meet here or anything."

He looked at me with an amused smirk, and tried to clarify what he meant by saying, "No I mean are you a couple?"

Mark looked at him confused and said, "A couple of what?"

I think at that moment we both took a better look at our surroundings and noticed that the place we were at had a bit of a rainbow theme. Having never been to a gay bar before, what the hell did we know what to look for.

The guy said, "I mean, are you guys dating?"

So simultaneously we pretty much explained that we were just up from New York, didn't know the area and only wandered into the place because we noticed the game was on. We had a good laugh, finished our beers and were on our way.

So we finished up watching the game somewhere else, went back to the hotel, took a bit of a nap, ordered some pizza or something and got ready to go out for the night. We wound up meeting those girls at out again which was cool, but then as the night wore on we realized they were kind of irritating so we blew them off to find a better scene. Not knowing the area didn't help, so we eventually just went back to the hotel.

I grabbed a beer from the fridge even though we were pretty bombed by now and then we just started talking about how fun the weekend had been. Of course our incident at the gay bar came up and we laughed about it again. Then we started talking a bit more serious about it.

Mark shook his head and said, "Can you believe that guy thought we were a couple?"

I sighed and said, "I know, I could get a way better looking guy than you if I wanted to."

Mark laughed and said, "Fuck you, dickhead"

I punched his shoulder, laughed and said, "I'm kidding, you know you are quite the looker."

Mark suddenly got all serious and said, "Seriously though, I probably would never ask this if I wasn't drunk, but did you ever think about another guy like that before?"

I shrugged, took a sip of my beer and responded, "I guess I've thought about it, but it's not something I'd ever actively pursue. Under the right circumstances, I might be so inclined."

Mark looked at me and said, "And what circumstances would those be?"

I pondered the question and answered, "I guess the most important thing would be that no one could ever find out, it's not a lifestyle I want to be associated with forever."

Mark nodded and said, "I completely agree, I still ultimately want to get married, white picket fence and all that."

"Right on brother," was my response.

Mark slapped my shoulder and said excitedly, "You ever see that episode of Friends where Monica and Chandler hook up in London but they agree it doesn't count because they're in another country?"

I looked at him a bit confused and with a trailing voice said, "Yeah, why?"

"Well, we're in Canada you know, which as similar as it is to America, is still a different country."

I looked at him, kind of sensing where this was going, but still wanted to make sure I was not misunderstanding, so I said, "What are you saying?"

He smile and said, "I can keep a secret of you can, those girls got me all horned up."

OK so I was horny too, and I figured hey, we're young and we could always blame it on the alcohol, and the Friends logic was pretty convincing.

I smiled and said, "What did you have in mind?"

Mark seemed to give it some thought and then he said, "We'll set some ground rules, no kissing or anything, we don't want to be romantic, we'll keep it strictly sexual. I know I can go for a blowjob, and I'd be willing to reciprocate."

I nodded my head and said, "Fair enough, who goes first?"

Mark answered quickly, "Well as an act of good faith, I will, but you better not bail out on me after you nut."

"I swear I won't," was my honest response and after a few seconds of silence I added, "as long as we agree this stays between us."

Mark nodded, "Obviously, well let's get started then, lat down on the bed."

OK so this is obviously awkward but cool too, I was definitely into it. I think we were both wanting the other person to be more into but he eventually agreed to take my pants off, once I took my shirt off. I was totally hard and he just dove in and pulled my dick through the slit in my boxers and started going to town on me.

It was awesome. Guys truly are better at it than girls. He pulled my boxers all the way off and was really paying close attention to that entire region he even went so far as to get his tongue up in my ass a bit.

"Dude, as good as that feels I'm not sure I'll be sticking my tongue in your ass, just so you know."

Mark said, "That's fine, just let me know when your gonna blow because I don't want it in my mouth or anything."

He went back to my dick and was really doing a number. After about 15 minutes total I was ready to go so I gave him the tap and shot a load all over the place. So awesome. I just laid there with my arm over my face for a few minutes thinking through how cool it was and awkward. Mark broke the silence.

Mark smiled and said, "My turn."

He already had his shirt off but we switched positions and I helped him off with his pants. I figured what the hell, gotta try everything once. I did what he did, took his cock in my mouth up and down, sucked on his balls a bit, then back to his cock. It was kind of cool to make him moan like that. I went back to his dick and was working it and he put his hands on the back of my head. I stopped a second to ask, "Make sure you pull out before you spooge you know, right?"

Mark said, "I know, I will don't worry."

So I went back to deep-throating his cock as best I could and his hands were still on my head. He was really moaning and bucking his hips. He seemed to be about to unload and I tried to pull my head away but he held me there and blew his load in my mouth, and I mean lots of loads. I was pissed because he wasn't supposed to do that. I grabbed his shirt and spit it all in there.

Mark looked annoyed and said, "What the fuck? That's my shirt!?"

I just started down at him and spat out, "Are you kidding? You weren't supposed to cum in my mouth!"

"Fuck yeah! I'm sorry dude! I forgot. I'm so drunk. It just felt so good, I'll make it up to you!"

"How exactly will you do that?", I said and added, "Can you take it back? Fuck no! You can't do shit!"

Mark gave it some thought and said, "Sorry, dude. Really!" and then he thought a bit more and added "You can fuck my ass."

I looked at him and said, "Come again?"

Mark shrugged and said, "Exactly, if you are up for it. I mean I figure we might as well try everything."

I was still pissed for him shooting his load in my mouth and still horny so I figured why not. Obviously we were both ass virgins but maybe the beers would ease the pain. He sucked on me again as I laid on the bed and got me good and hard. I was laying on the bed and he then straddled me, lining up my dick with his ass.

He squatted down on me, slowly, and after some faces I've never seen him make before I was in. He needed a few moments to get used it. He rode up and down a bit and it felt SO good. We did that for a while and then we flipped over and I fucked him as if he was a girl missionary style. He was moaning big time but he swore they were pleasure moans.

He was hard again so I figured the right thing to do would be to jerk him off while I was banging him. It was the least I could do. We had a nice rhythm going and actually wound up shooting again at about the same time. He came a lot for someone who just shot 15 minutes earlier. All over his chest, my chest too.

I assume I did as well but it was all in his ass so I couldn't be sure. I think at this point we were spent. I pulled out and laid down next to him. It was an awkward moment or two, but we just started bullshitting and it was cool again. We fell asleep like that, naked with goo everywhere.

The next morning we woke up sober and still naked. We talked about it and just laughed, it was actually very cool because it never became awkward. We just kind of blew it off so to speak. Unfortunately we had to check out of the hotel and head back to New York in a few hours. However we still had some time in Canada so we figured we might as well shower together and keep it going.

Now that we are back in the states we don't have the privacy we did, but we still on occasion fool around a bit while still dating girls and no one is the wiser.

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written by hoboken