My name is Tim. I’d like to take a little of your time to tell you a story about an ill fated fishing trip that my best friend Matt and I took to a secluded mountain lake one warm Friday morning in early October of last year. We had been planning this trip for months and were really looking forward to it. We were going to spend the weekend at the lake fishing.

I pulled into Matt’s driveway about 4AM Friday morning and he was already outside waiting for me with all of his gear neatly stacked beside him. I got out of my Jeep and shook his hand saying, “Morning Buddy, you ready to go.” He replied, “I’m more than ready, let’s get going.” With that we threw his gear in the Jeep and drove away toward the lake.

Matt and I are both happily married with two kids each. Since we got started so early, neither of us had the opportunity to kiss our wives good-bye before we left.

Matt and I have been friends since grade school and have always greatly enjoyed being together. We were really looking forward to a weekend together to just kick back and do a little fishing and just enjoy each other’s company.

It took us four hours to get to Parker, a little town about a half hour drive from the lake. We had spent the time reminiscing about our past experiences and trading stories about our wives and kids. The time seemed to fly.

I pulled up in front of the town’s general store and we went inside to get some beer, food and bait. We spent about twenty minutes in the store chatting with the locals and then headed down the road to the lake.

A half hour later we were at our favorite spot at the lake. The place we liked to go was very secluded and we had never seen anyone else there. If it weren’t for my Jeep or some other type of four-wheeled vehicle you couldn’t get here. We decided to go ahead and do a little fishing before we set up our camp. We got our gear out and Matt walked along the shore to my left and I went the opposite way. We weren’t far apart, but I couldn’t see him when I sat down to start fishing. I glanced at my watch, it was 9AM.

I’ve never been much of a fisherman, so I just put a sinker near the hook and put a bobber on the line about three feet above the hook, baited the hook with a worm and cast it out into the lake as for as I could and sat down on the bank. I never catch anything anyway, I just love being out here. I sat there for over an hour, without so much as a nibble, enjoying the peace and quiet.

I was lost in the beauty of the lake and the surrounding mountains, until I heard footsteps behind me. Thinking that it was Matt, I turned to ask him if he had caught anything. To my surprise it was a stranger carrying a shotgun.

I knew it was open season on squirrels, so I asked him, “Hi, get any squirrels.” He replied, “Just found me a nice one!”

I asked, “Did you shoot it?”

He grinned and said, “Don’t think I’ll shoot this one, just gonna have a lot of fun with it”

His answer really confused me until he pointed the shotgun at me and said, “You’re the squirrel man.”

His words scared the hell out of me and I asked, “What do you want?”

His answer was terse, “You!”

He tossed something on the ground in front of me and said, “Put this around your neck.” I picked it up and saw that it was some sort of a collar with a locking mechanism.

Again he said, “Put it around your neck.”

I hesitated and he said, “Put the damned thing around your neck or I’ll blow your head off!”

After hearing those words, I quickly wrapped it around my neck and clicked the lock.

I just stared at him, waiting for his next move.

“Just sit down and wait ‘til your friend gets here.” He said.

I sat there quietly, hoping that Matt would see what was happening and go for help, but that was not to be. About five minutes later, I saw Matt walking toward me, being escorted by another man with a shotgun. Matt was wearing a collar like the one I was forced to put on.

Matt was told to sit down next to me. We sat there staring at each other in disbelief, wondering what these two madmen were up to. We didn’t have long to wait, the guy who had pointed his gun at me said in a loud cheerful voice, “Take off all your clothes, both of you squirrels!” Both men then roared with laughter.

Matt and I just stood up and stared at them.

“I said, Take off your clothes.” He said again angrily, as he pointed his shotgun at me.

Matt shouted at him, “No fuckin’ way!” As soon as he had shouted those words, Matt collapsed, unconscious, in a heap on the ground.

The man with the gun held up a little black box that looked like a garage door remote control and said to me,” If you don’t take off them clothes right now, you’ll be layin’ next to your friend, and I’m tellin’ ya, it hurts like hell!”

That’s when the purpose of the collar hit home to me. We were totally at their mercy. I started taking off my clothes and when I was down to my briefs, I hesitated just long enough for him to point that little remote at me, and then I quickly pulled them down and kicked them aside. I stood there totally naked, wearing only my watch, as our two captors stared at me. Both of them began to laugh out loud and my captor yelled, “Would you look at that, I ain’t never seen a guy as naked as that before. He ain’t got a hair nowhere!”

I was embarrassed enough by being forced by these two goons to strip in front of them, but the fact that I have been shaving all of my body hair from the neck down, was supposed to be my secret. What embarrassed me even more, was the fact that Matt would soon see it too. I’m certainly not ashamed of my body. I’m 5’ 11”, 170 pounds, with a slim swimmers build. Shaving all the hair from my body makes it look more defined and makes my six-inch cut penis and balls look larger. I love the way I look, even if these two bastards don’t.

Matt began to stir and sat up with a dazed look on his face. He looked at the men with the guns, and then stared at me. His eyes opened wide and he asked, “What the hell is going on!” I can’t imagine what was going through his mind when he saw me standing there naked.

Then the man who had zapped him said to him, “I’m only gonna say this once. take off your clothes.”

Matt didn’t say a word; he just stumbled to his feet and took off his clothes as fast as he could, not even hesitating when he got to his briefs.

Both men just stared at Matt’s naked body, apparently liking what they were seeing.

Matt is about 6’ even and I’d guess 180 pounds, built slim like me, very little body hair with a nice small patch of blond hair above his seven-inch cut penis. I’ve never seen him naked before. He looks strangely appealing to me. I caught myself staring at him too.

The man who had the gun on me said, “Time to get to know each other. What’s you fellers names?”

Matt answered first; “I’m Matt.”

I quickly replied; “I’m Tim.”

The man who had captured me said; “Call me Dan.” Then pointing at the other man, he said, “This is my brother Tom. Pleased to meet ya.”

Matt and I just stood there silently as these two assholes introduced themselves. At least we know their names now. Fat chance these were their real names.

Then Dan hollered, “OK, it’s time to party. You guys are gonna suck our dicks now!”

Matt and I stared at them and at the same time said, “No way!”

Dan pointed the remote at us and yelled, “It’s set to hit you both at the same time now, better do as I say.”

Matt and I glanced at each other for a split second and Matt practically ran over to them with me right on his heels. Neither of us wanted any part of sucking their cocks, but we knew what they could do to us with the collars around our necks.

As we approached them, Tom asked Dan, “Which one you want to suck you?”

Dan, obviously the leader, laughed and replied, “I want the bald one, he’s real pretty.”

Hearing this, I knew who he meant.

He turned to Tom and said, “We might as well get naked too, don’t want to make them boys work too hard. Need to save their energy to give us a good suckin’.” With that said, they both hurriedly took off there clothes.

Dan and Tom now stood naked, both men sporting semi-erections, that were soon to be in Matt and my mouths. To my surprise, both men were nicely built with little body hair and both had cut penises. If we had to suck their cocks, at least they didn’t have repulsive looking bodies.

Dan then said, ”Come on boys, chow down. If you so much as scratch us with your teeth, we’ll zap you, then cut your cock and balls off and leave you to bleed to death. Understood?”

Matt and I replied in unison with a loud, “Yes.”

I got down on my knees in front of Dan, reached out and wrapped my right hand around his cock. His cock was rock hard now; with pre-cum oozing from it’s slit. I didn’t want to put another man’s cock in my mouth, so I just stroked it with my hand, trying to put off the inevitable. I glanced over at Matt and was surprised. He was already hungrily sucking on Tom’s cock. Tom’s eyes were glazed and I could tell Matt was doing fine job on him.

Dan’s voice brought me back to reality when he said, “The hand job feels great Tim, but I want it in your mouth. Suck me, now!”

I gave his cock a few more strokes and then thought to myself, what the hell, it’s only a piece of meat, what harm can it do to suck it. I bent my head down and took it into my mouth. I was amazed that it actually tasted good. The taste of his pre-cum was sweet and I was ashamed of myself for actually liking what I was doing to him. His cock filled my mouth with such warmth and sweetness that I felt like a baby sucking on it’s mother’s breast. God, I must be crazy, thinking things like that, I should hate this. I began to suck him, just like I had just seen Matt, sucking Tom. As I continued to suck him, my cock grew to a full erection. I wanted to reach down and jack myself off, but I didn’t want anyone to know I was getting off on having another man’s cock in my mouth. Dan began to moan and started thrusting his hips, driving his cock deep into my throat. I fought off the urge to gag and let him fuck my throat for a few moments longer. He thrust his hips into my face and drove his cock all the way down my throat, with his balls pressing against my chin. His cock started to spasm as his hot cum shot down my throat. Wave after wave of his hot cum streamed into me until he thrust one more time and stood motionless. He then let his slowly softening cock slide from my mouth. I rolled my tongue around inside my mouth and lips, collecting all of his juices, savoring every drop, then swallowed it. I glanced over at Matt and saw Tom’s cock exit his mouth.

Dan broke the silence by stating; “Damned good job, boy. You give one hell of a blowjob.”

Tom chimed in with, “Damned straight. Matt here really knows how to give head too.”

I guess we could have thanked them for the compliment, but we thought it inappropriate.

I don’t know about Matt, but I actually enjoyed it. I must be some kind of a pervert.

Dan and Tom walked a few yards away from us and had a short talk, then came back and Dan announced, “You fellers did such a good job on us, that we figure you should get to shoot a load too.”

When we heard this, we thought that they wanted to give us a blowjob now.

Then Dan said, “OK, boys, we want to watch you two perform a nice slow sixty-nine. I don’t want to see any cum wasted either. You better swallow it all or I’ll zap ya both. Ya hear me.”

He then had the courtesy to spread a large blanket on the ground for us to lie on.

Matt stood still for a second, so I walked over and lay down on the blanket on my back. Matt followed right behind me, straddled my head with his knees and went right down on my cock with his mouth. God, his warm wet mouth felt so good as it enveloped my raging hard-on. I reached up and grabbed the cheeks of his ass and pulled him down until his hard throbbing cock slid between my lips and down my throat. I can’t believe this is happening. My second cock sucking session and my first ever bow-job by another man, all within a few minutes. This time I was really enjoying it. Being forced to perform such an intimate sexual act with two strangers watching is making it more exciting. I have never even thought of having sex with another man. The very thought of it had always been repulsive to me. Now here I am with my best friend, naked on top of me, sucking each other’s cocks and I have never been more sexually aroused.

Something very strange was happening, Matt seemed to sense what I wanted him to do, and I just instinctively knew what he wanted. We sucked each other with total abandon. He pumped his cock slowly down my throat, paused a second, then slowly pulled it back up. As he did this, I sucked and worked the muscles in my throat. I was doing the same thing with my cock and he was using his mouth and throat exactly as I was. It was almost like we were sucking our own cocks. I knew exactly what he was feeling and he what I was feeling. We were in ecstasy.

Matt’s hands explored my smooth body as he sucked my cock and I knew that I no longer had to be embarrassed about shaving. I could tell that he was fascinated with my hairless body and loving it.

We were oblivious to what Dan and Tom were doing, until I took a quick glance over at them. They were both watching us and vigorously stroking their newly formed erections.

Matt began to let his teeth gently scrape the length of my cock, so I did the same to his. This was more than I could bear. I was going wild with pleasure. I was trying hard not to cum, then I felt Matt’s cock start to twitch and his body begin to stiffen. I recognized this as his point of no return, so I just let myself go and we started to ejaculate at the same instant. Dan and Tom didn’t have to worry about us wasting any of our cum, neither of us wanted to spill a drop. Matt’s hot cum jetted down my throat, as mine did down his. We savored every precious drop. After our orgasms subsided, we laid there feeling the warm wet cock in our mouth slowly shrink back into its flaccid state, not wanting to give it up. I knew that Matt and I had come to a crossroad in our relationship. We are no longer just friends. We are lovers now.

We looked over at Dan and Tom. They were both busily cleaning a load of cum off of their stomachs and out of their pubic hair. I guess they enjoyed our show.

Matt and I lay there watching as Dan and Tom got up and put on their clothes. I let Matt’s cock slide from my mouth and said to him, “Looks like they might be through with us for a while.”

Matt replied with a low chuckle, “I hope so, but I’m glad they forced us to suck each other!”

“Me too, but they really didn’t have to force me, I really wanted to do it!” I said with a little louder chuckle.

Then Matt said, “I’m glad you admitted that you wanted to do it, because I wanted you in the worst way too! I would have never admitted it, but I got really horny while I was sucking Tom’s cock.”

I said, “Same here, my cock got hard as a rock while I was sucking Dan.”

Our conversation was interrupted when Dan walked over to us, with Matt still lying on top of me.

Dan spoke up and said, “Boys, me and Tom gotta hit the road. We got one more thing we gotta do to you before we go. Matt, get off of Tim and lay down next to him.” With apprehension, Matt did as he was told.

Tom was standing next to him holding a box. Dan reached into the box and pulled out four padlocks and a big wad of chain. Tom put the box on the ground and stood there with the remote for our collars in his hand for us to see. Then Dan knelt down beside Matt with two padlocks and two pieces of chain. He put the lock hasp through the end link of one piece of chain and then reached for Matt’s crotch. He grasped Matt’s left testicle and pulled it up and slipped the padlock around his scrotum just below the testicle, then he closed the hasp, trapping his nut inside of it. He then repeated the same procedure on his right testicle. Now Matt lay there with a fifteen-foot length of chain locked around each of his balls. I was next to receive this treatment on my right nut. Then Dan picked up the loose end of the chain that was attached to Matt’s right nut and attached it to my left nut with a padlock. Then he picked up the two loose ends of chain and led us by our chained balls to a spot where two large oak trees stood about ten feet apart. He wrapped the end of the chain that was attached to Matt’s left testicle around one of the trees and padlocked it. He then wrapped the end of the chain that led to my right testicle around the other tree and padlocked it. It was clear to me that we were in big trouble. I reached down to my balls to feel how tight the locks were and was delighted to note that they were fairly loose. I was chuckling to myself about how dumb these two guys were. I knew that with a little effort and I’m sure a little pain, I could squeeze my balls through the hasps. I couldn’t wait for them to leave and get the damned things off.

When Dan had finished his chore with the chains and locks he said, “Well boys, it’s time for us to go. You know that the chances of anybody helping you is zero, so you are on your own. The only way for you to get yourselves out of this mess is to sacrifice one of your nuts. So, I’m gonna give you a little present, cause the least painful way to take a nut off is to cut it” With this he handed me a small pocket knife with a three inch blade, saying, “It’s kinda dull, but it will do the job.” I tried not to smile. I knew I could get the locks off without cutting my balls off.

Dan was now busy picking up everything that might be useful in the event that we decided to sacrifice a nut to escape. He made sure that he picked up the blanket and anything else that we might use to cover our nudity as we made our trek back to town. Part of his plan was to embarrass us, by making us walk into town naked, with our balls chained together. He had taken the keys to my Jeep and thrown all of our clothes onto the back seat.

He climbed into my Jeep and started to drive away with Tom following him his Pick up. As he drove away, I reached down and attempted to squeeze my left nut through the shackle. It hurt like hell, but I could tell that I could do it. Matt watched with hopeful eyes as I squeezed and pushed on my nut. I paused a moment to let the pain subside. Just as I started to try it again, my heart sank at the sight of my Jeep returning.

Dan drove right up to us and jumped out. He came over to me and said, “Locks were pretty loose weren’t they. Sorry to get your hopes up, but that’s part of the fun.” He walked to me and reached down and gave the lock on my right nut a hard squeeze. I felt it tighten and an audible click told me that all hope of getting free with both my balls was lost. Another click and my left nut was tightly trapped. He then went to Matt and both of his locks were tightened beyond escape. I failed to notice that the locks were the type with removable hasps that could be adjusted to any desired length.

Dan then reached into his pocket and pulled out a key. My hopes soared as I thought to myself, “Oh God, this has just been a cruel joke. He’s going to set us free now.” My hopes were dashed when he walked over to Matt and unlocked the collar and took it from around his neck, then came to me and removed mine.

As he walked back to my Jeep he said, “You guys won’t be needing these anymore, but I will. These damned things ain’t cheap. Hope you got the guts to cut them balls off, cause this time I won’t be back, Bye now.” With his good-byes said, he hopped back in my Jeep and started the engine. He sat there a moment, then he got out and threw me a spool of nylon fishing line and said, “I think you’re gonna cut yourself free. Use that to tie your nut cords, so you don’t bleed to death on your way to town.”

I replied with more than a little pleading in my voice, “You could leave us the keys to these locks if you’re worried about us.”

“Sorry boys, ain’t that worried about you, besides that would take all the fun out of it.”

He said with a grin as he drove away.

We stood there helplessly and watched my Jeep disappear over the hill. Matt turned to me and said, “What are we going to do now?

I replied, “Matt, right now I just don’t know. All I know is that we can’t survive very long out here alone and naked. With it being October, it’s already been pretty chilly out here at night. We’ve been lucky, it hasn’t gone below fifty at night yet, but that’s damned cold when your bare assed naked.” It was now about 3PM and was still fairly warm. I guessed it to be around sixty-five degrees, but I’m sure it will get down to forty- five or fifty degrees tonight. We’ll just have to wait and see.

When nightfall came on the first night, we were starting to get cold, so we wrapped our arms around each other, pressing as much of our bare bodies together as possible and did our best we could to keep warm. By morning we were both on the verge of hypothermia and knew that if we couldn’t stand what we normally considered mild weather, we would not live through a really cold night. When morning came and the sun rose, we were still cold, but we knew we would make it through another day. By noon the sun had warmed the air to nearly seventy degrees. We were warmer now, but we were tired and hungry. We couldn’t get comfortable. We could not sit or lay down on the ground, because it was cold and damp against our naked bodies and the chains attached to our balls kept us from seeking shelter. I knew that we had to make a decision now, because normally it takes about three hours of brisk hiking to get to town from here. In our condition, with bare feet, naked bodies, our balls chained together and each of us with a wound between our legs from a severed nut, the trip would take much longer.

I thought about it a little longer and thought about how trapped wild animals would chew off a foot or a leg in an attempt to survive and then I thought, “One testicle seems to be a very small price to pay to go on living.” My mind was made up.

I turned to Matt and told him what my plans were, “Matt, I’ve decided what I have to do and I hope you will do the same.”

“Oh yea, what’s that?” Matt replied quizzically.

I looked him sternly and said, “I’m going to cut my right nut out and I want you to cut your left one out. That way we will have a good chance to make it into town before we freeze to death.”

Matt gave me a horrified look and said, “No way, I ain’t gonna do that. There must be another way.”

I replied, “Yea, there is another way. You stay here and die and I’ll have to cut off both my balls. Either way I’m leaving here in an hour. Make up your mind, now!”

“Damn Tim, I can’t do it!” Matt cried.

“Matt, I’ll do it for you. I don’t want you to die. What good are your damned balls if you’re dead?” I pleaded.

He started to cry and asked me, “Tim, is it going to hurt real bad?”

I looked him in the eye and said, “Yes, I’m sure it will, but we have no choice. I’ll cut mine first.”

Still crying he said, “Dammit Tim, I don’t want you to lose a nut either.”

With that said, I opened the pocketknife and placed the blade against my scrotum on the bulge of my right testicle and drew it across it. “God dam that hurt!” I yelled. Then I noticed that the cut was not all the way through the sac. “Shit, this damned knife is dull.” I screamed. I quickly placed the knife back against my scrotum on the same line, pressed down much harder this time and dragged the blade across it again. This time the pain was ten times worse, because I had cut deep into my testicle. A sickening pain shot through my stomach and I started to throw up, but only had wrenching dry heaves because my stomach was empty. I knew I must compose myself and work quickly, because I had severed the artery leading to my testicle and my scrotum was quickly filling with blood. I squeezed my testicle through the slit I had made and pulled it out far enough to get a piece of the nylon fishing line tied around the cord. Once I had the line tightly around the cord full of nerves and blood vessels, I placed the knife under it and pulled upward. I screamed as the dull knife cut into the cord. I had to saw back and forth with the dull blade to complete the cut. The pain was so intense, that I almost passed out. Finally my right nut came free in my hand and my scrotum slipped through the lock’s hasp, freeing me from the chain wrapped around the tree. I leaned back against the tree panting and sweating, with a now dull ache in my groin and stomach. I held my severed bloody testicle up and stared at it for a moment and then popped it in my mouth, chewed it up and swallowed it. My only thought was that it was not a complete loss; its protein would give my body a little nourishment. The worst for me was over now, but now it’s Matt’s turn.

Matt was crying and shaking violently as I brought the knife toward his scrotum and he screamed, “No, I can’t let you do that to me. I know how much it hurt you.”

I screamed back at him, “Oh, you would rather watch me go through that again and be a eunuch for the rest of my life and walk away from you so you can stay chained to that damned tree and die?” “Listen to me Matt, I really fucked myself up the way I cut into my nut. I should have just lifted the skin of my scrotum up away from my nut and cut it. Yes, it will still hurt, but not nearly as much as the way I did it to mine.” I said trying to calm him by telling him what I had learned during my half castration.

Matt now whimpered, “Ok, go ahead and do it, I’ll try not to stop you.” I thought to myself, “I’ve got to make sure he can’t stop me.”

“Ok Matt, sit down here and lean back against the tree.” I said in a calm voice. When he did what I told him, I grabbed his arms and pulled them back around the tree and quickly wrapped a length of fishing line around his wrists. He yelled at me, “What the hell are you doing that for?” I replied softly, “Because I love you.”

He then quit fighting me and let me finish tying his wrists.

I whispered to him, “Close your eyes and it will be over soon.”

I reached down and grasped his left testicle in my right hand, with the lock in my left hand and began to work as much of his scrotum through the hasp as I could. I was able to pull enough loose skin through it to pull it away from his testicle about an inch. I placed the back edge of the blade against his testicle and pushed the point of the blade through the loose skin. Poor Matt bellowed with pain as the blade cut through his sac. When the blade went fully through the scrotal skin, I pulled it upward with a sawing motion until it popped free finishing it’s cut. Matt was sobbing quietly now. I knew that I had not caused him nearly as much pain as I had caused myself.

I told him to take a deep breath as I squeezed his scrotum and popped his nut out of the incision I had made. I had a little surprise when I found that the testicle was inside of another membrane. I made another quick cut and the nut popped free. I took a piece of fishing line and tied off the cord. As I pulled the line tight he winced from the pain and moaned. I was ready to cut the cord and I knew that it would really hurt him. I grasped his testicle gently and pulled it out and away from his scrotum and began sawing the cord in two. Matt let out a blood-curdling scream as I cut him, and then his testicle came free in my hand. After severing his nut, his scrotum slipped through the lock and we were both free from the trees deadly grip. He fell back, limp against the tree just as I had done, panting and sweating.

“ You made it through it, Matt. We are free to go home now.” I said enthusiastically.

I waited a few moments until his breathing was back to normal. Then I showed him his severed testicle and said, “Here’s you prize Matt. I think you should eat it. I ate mine.” Before I could tell him that I was serious and why he should eat it he started to gag and exclaimed, “You gotta be crazy. I’m not going to eat one of my own balls.”

“Come on Matt, don’t be silly. It has enough protein in it to help keep you from starving.” I tried to explain. He wouldn’t listen, so I gave up. I turned away from him and stared at it for a moment. It was quite a bit bigger than mine was. I popped it in my mouth, chewed it up and swallowed it. I wasn’t going to let his nut be a total loss either.

He looked at me and could see that I was chewing on something and exclaimed, “Damn, man you’re eating my nut.” I turned around and smiled at him and kept right on chewing.

Well to make a long story a little bit shorter, we got back to town safely, a little bit worse for the wear. We were thoroughly embarrassed when we arrived. It was a Saturday evening and the town was crowded. We went straight to the Sheriff and reported what happened and they are looking for Dan and Tom, but I don’t think many people believed our story. I’m sure that most people think that Matt and I are gay and that we were just having some sort of kinky sex that went wrong. The Sheriff gave us some blankets to wrap up in, but we couldn’t hide our locked up balls from the local locksmith, who has one of the biggest mouths in the whole county.

After the locksmith removed the locks and chains from our nuts, the Sheriff had his deputy drive us to the nearest hospital to have our wounds treated and our sacs sewed up. This was very embarrassing too, because we had to tell the whole story over again.

The deputy then drove us back to Sheriffs department where we were very surprised to see my Jeep parked there with all of our stuff still in it. The Sheriff said, “It was found about a quarter of a mile from where you guys were “supposedly” abducted, with the keys in the ignition.” Our story became even less believable then. Oh, well.

This story may sound tragic, because each of us lost a testicle, but it really has a happy ending. Matt and I would have never discovered how great it is for us to make love to each other. We get together every chance we get now. Giving up one testicle was a very small price to pay for the pleasure we have found in each other. The fact that each of us has only one testicle doesn’t bother us at all. We both can still shoot a large load of delicious cum. without the help of two shotgun-wielding assholes, we never would have found such joy in our relationship.

We are not sure what our wives think about our story, but they have never questioned us about its validity. We both think that they suspect us of having a gay relationship, but that won’t change a thing now. We will never pass up a chance to be together.