Date: Fri, 10 Feb 2006 12:36:13 -0800 (PST)
From: kevin Donovan <letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: closets, chapter 13, gay male, adult friends

CLOSETS
CHAPTER THIRTEEN

The following is a work of gay erotic fiction.  It does contain description
of graphic scenes of sexual acts between adult males.  If that offends you,
if you are a minor in your jurisdiction, or if it is illegal to read or
possess such material where you are, then stop right now.

I do appreciate the many kind comments and encouraging words.


GETTING ON WITH LIFE

	Bryce and I bade farewell to Peter and Dalton with tearful hugs.
Clearly, we had some more digesting to do with the new information they had
given us.  We were strong in our resolve not to let any of this revelation
hamper our relationship.  In a way, I think that the bond between Dalton
and his father and grandfather were actually strengthened.

	It was still early, but we were emotionally drained, and tired, not
having slept much the previous night, and we went up to bed as soon as we
cleared up the dinner things.  Neither of us needed sex that night.  What
we needed was to lie securely in one another's arms, resting in the
assurance that the sorrows of past generations need not befall us.

	We awoke early, feeling cheerful and optimistic.  Just awakening
with the naked body of the most beautiful man on earth lying next to me was
enough to give me a bright outlook on the future.

	We slipped into shorts and drove the short distance to the club,
where we spent an hour and a quarter working out, using the resistance
equipment and training machines this time.  We ran into Calvin and Lonnie,
also working out.  They had spent the night there.  After a shave and
shower, the four of us headed back to the house for a breakfast of oatmeal
and strawberries.  It was time to get serious again about a healthy
routine!  Having someone to exercise with and to support a sensible diet
did wonders for my resolve.  And then we had our blood-test appointment.

	You can't screw around like we had, even using precautions, and
then take an HIV test without any concerns.  The wait for the results was a
bit tense, though we all tried to feign confidence.  But when all the tests
came back negative, we had four relieved faces with big happy grins.  We
split into pairs for separate errands.

	My to-do list for the day was a long one, and Bryce cheerfully
pitched in to help.  On his recommendation, I called a decorator named
Mitch, who had an interiors store on the other side of the club block, and
arranged for him to come by early in the afternoon and look at the house,
beginning with our bedroom.

	We then went car-shopping.  I had given up on my idea to buy a
Mercedes convertible.  Now, I felt like something more sensible.  Two hours
later, we drove home in my new, red Toyota Land Cruiser-well, O. K., not
THAT sensible.  On the second day of my relationship, I was practically a
soccer-dad already.

	By lunch time, Calvin and Lonnie showed up, not in his big blue
taxi, but in a Honda CRV.  He had turned in the unprofitable taxi, and laid
down a good chunk of his inheritance on the new ride.  They had loaded up
all their belongings (not all that much stuff, really), and they spent a
couple of hours getting settled into their part of the house.  I gave them
the bedroom across the hall to re-fit as a private sitting room if they
wanted.

       I had thawed some soup left by the church ladies and tossed a salad
for our lunch, and we all ate together for the first time.  Lonnie and
Calvin had business propositions they wanted to discuss.  First, Calvin
wanted to keep his job as yard and pool guy through the summer, because he
was going to need some spending money.  Lonnie asked if he could take on
the housekeeping duties in Ruth's place, just until classes started.  I had
no objection, since having those two working around the place in the buff
all summer would be no hardship on my eyes.  We came to terms quickly.  By
summer's end, by contacts through the club, we should be able to find
someone suitable who would not object to working around four naked young
men-hopefully naked himself.

       They had even more in mind, however.  Lonnie could finish his
business degree in only one more semester.  He had decided to work on his
realtor's license also, while he completed the degree, and he announced
that he intended to work for me when he graduated.  With his looks and gift
of gab, I realized right away that he would be a real asset to the
business.  I told him I would be glad to have him on board.  He looked
relieved.  Having spent more money than he had ever possessed all at once
on his new car, he was glad to have some income lined up for the
not-so-distant future.

       Calvin had reached the conclusion that he was destined to be a CPA.
He still had two years of school, but he would be needing a good position,
too, when he finished.  There weren't all that many in little Hebron.  I
could hear that train a-comin'!  I assured him that there would be a place
for his talents, too, in the family enterprises.  Bryce said that he would
be able to use a good accountant by that time, too.

	They decided to clock in right away on their staff duties, because
the house had begun to look a bit disorderly already, and the pool did need
tending.  I tore my eyes away from Lonnie's bare ass as he pushed a vacuum
cleaner across the hallway carpet when the doorbell rang to announce
Mitch's arrival.

	I recognized Mitch as one of the guys in the bar on my first night
in town.  He was the nice-looking, more effeminate guy who had played a
round of strip pool before Bryce and me.  Seeing that everyone in the house
was naked, without comment, he just stripped and laid his clothes across a
bench in the foyer.  Though I hadn't planned to change anything in the
downstairs, I gave him a tour of the house, and he had some great ideas for
gradually making the place over into my own home, a more up-to-date and
masculine one, without a great deal of cost or trouble.  He gesticulated
dramatically and excitedly at the prospect of getting his hands on J. P.'s
home.

	The bedroom was another matter.  I wanted something done there
right away.  Bryce and I decided on a much simpler, more contemporary style
for our room.  Since there was plenty of room in there, we ordered a
king-size bed, big enough for all four of us to play on it at once.  Mitch
was sketching and brainstorming away in moments.  So things were looking
good for the home team, in my view.

	When Mitch left, Bryce and I adjourned to our suite for some
serious work.  All of Grand-daddy's belongings had to be removed, and I did
not want to do that by myself.  I didn't think it right to ask Lonnie to
help, either.  Bryce, ever the good sport, gamely volunteered.

	"After all," he said solemnly, "he was my grandfather, too."

	The Land Cruiser got its first full load of trash bags stuffed with
cast-offs, and the Salvation Army got enough men's clothing to dress the
county.  By the end of the afternoon, the room was mine.  On his next trip,
it would become Bryce's also, as he transported items of his own over from
his condo.

	Bryce wanted to take the four of us out to dinner at Hebron's lone,
decent restaurant, Salvatore's.  We hit the shower together, and I got my
hair washed by kneeling to blow Bryce's horn while he massaged my head with
shampoo and conditioner.

	I had to break my ban on garlic consumption at Salvatore's.  The
guys would just have to tolerate garlicky cum pumping out of my dick for a
few days.  It was a pleasant evening out, the first we'd all had together
as engaged couples.  We saw a lot of people we knew, and they looked at us
with knowing smiles.  It must have been pretty clear that some major
changes had taken place in our living arrangements.  I had a feeling it
would not be necessary for anyone to send out change of address notices
around here.

       This time, it was Bryce and Lonnie who over-indulged a bit on the
Chianti.  I was driving, and I behaved myself.  It felt good to me to cross
the parking lot, arm slung across the back of my lover to guide and
partially support his big, muscular form, toward my new SUV, ample for the
four of us.  In the back seat, Lonnie's face was in Calvin's lap before we
left the parking lot.  Bryce's was in mine by the time we rounded the first
corner.

	As I wheeled into the driveway, I was ejaculating forcefully into
Bryce's throat, and the garage door barely got high enough for the vehicle
to slip under it.  Calvin gave a gasp, but Bryce and Lonnie's faces were
buried in pubes, and they didn't even notice my slightly-off timing.

	I didn't pull my pants up, but slipped them off, and tossed them
into the laundry room as I passed.  Bryce grabbed me and lisped drunkenly
into my ear, "Feel like a foursome, Sex-monkey?"

	"Long as you're one of the four, sperm-breath."

	He turned to the others.  "Y'all want to join us?"

	They leered back at him.  "That was our plan," said Calvin.

	Our new housekeeper would have his work cut out for him picking up
shoes and laundry strewn around the house.  We were all naked before we got
to the top of the stairs.  We dived into our soon-to-be-replaced queen-size
bed, but stacked as we were, space was not much of a problem.  The two
drunks, Lonnie and Bryce, flung themselves on first, and Calvin leaped on
Lonnie and I on Bryce.  Calvin was closer to the condoms, and he passed a
handful over to my side.  After a few minutes of passionate kissing, the
two bottoms had their feet raised and knees back, and Calvin and I were
engaged in a lusty demonstration of tandem fucking.  We weren't consciously
racing, but we came within a few seconds of one another in a series of
grunting, mattress-shaking thrusts.

	Then, we switched.  I sat on Lonnie's big firm dick, and Calvin sat
on Bryce's.

	"I've been wanting this mutha-fucker's cock up my ass for a lo-o-ng
time," Calvin gloated.

	"You mean you two have never fucked?"

	"Only oral.  We both claimed to be tops," he laughed.  "But you two
stud dogs have got us both holding our ankles lately!  And I've found out I
like it!"

	"Me, too!" said Bryce.

	Calvin and I flexed our hips atop our respective rides, while they
squirmed and writhed beneath us.  After a while, I held my position while
Lonnie thrust into me from beneath. Soon his eyes closed and his head fell
back, and he filled the rubber in my butt with little swimmers.  Bryce was
smiling contentedly as Calvin flexed above him.

	"Give it to me, baby, don't hold back now.  Shoot it in me!"

	With a couple of deep upward thrusts, Bryce's expression shifted to
bliss as he also unloaded a stream of man-goo into his partner.  Just
watching him, and having Lonnie's hard cock still pressing against my
prostate, had its effect on me.  I let fly with a half dozen jets of jism
across Lonnie's chest and abdomen.  The first one dangled from his chin
until I leaned forward and licked it off.  Calvin and I clambered down to
step into the john to take a whiz together in the porcelain bowl, and when
we returned, our lovers were both sound asleep.  We'd have had more room
together in the other bed, but I wanted to wake up next to my man.  We
climbed in and cuddled up to their backsides, and soon we joined them in
slumber.