Date: Fri, 8 Apr 2016 12:51:11 +0000 (UTC)
From: hankbrookscc@comcast.net
Subject: Twenty Years Later  Chapter One

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			    Twenty Years Later

				 Chapter 1

They met in their freshman year of high school, when they both tried out
for the football team, and made the cut. They were close buddies all
through high school and college. In college, they were roommates, on and
off campus housing.

After they met, they started hanging out together, and doing homework
together. Unlike other best friends, however, they never had a sleepover,
and never saw each other naked outside of the locker room, or at a rare
threesome.

When they started dating, they always double dated. When they became
sexually active, they fucked in private. They occasionally had a threesome
with a willing female, but they never touched each other. One time they
were having sex with a girl, and she begged to be taken front and
rear. They alternated the process. Arlen Fisher (Ari) helped guide his
friend's uncut cock in through the rear door. Mackenzie Boyer (Mac) was
having difficulty finding, and entering, his target.

They thought nothing of it at the time, but in the light of the following
day, they were both uncomfortable thinking about it. They chose to ignore
it; the subject was never discussed, and the incident became a single
isolated case. However, they avoided threesomes after that. After all, they
were both straight. Conversely, a threesome with two girls and a guy would
never happen, because they did everything together, except when they were
fucking a girl. That was totally a private affair.

They both went to Syracuse University, noted for its excellence in turning
out first rate engineers. As graduation approached, recruiters from all
over the country came to the school. Ari, who majored in electrical
engineering, was offered a local job in Syracuse, New York, with a publicly
listed company. He couldn't believe the starting salary, and accepted
immediately.

Mac, who had majored in civil engineering, was offered a job in Austin,
Texas, in their urban planning division. The capitol city of Texas, was
growing by leaps and bounds, and Mac saw it as a good opportunity. The
BFF's were effectively separated for the first time in eight years.

In the beginning, they kept in touch. But soon enough they got caught up in
their everyday lives. The E Mails started to slow down. The texts and the
telephone calls diminished. After the first year, they completely lost
track of each other.

                                                                   **********

One evening, twenty years later, Ari was alone in his suburban Syracuse
home, when his telephone rang. He actually jumped in surprise. He received,
and made, most of his calls on his cell phone. He would have given up his
land line, but his security alarm system required that he have one. He
glanced at his caller ID, and all it said was "Wireless Caller." No help
there.

"Hello," he said, with a question mark in his voice.

"Is this Arlen Fisher?" a faintly familiar voice asked.

"Yes, it is. Who's calling?"

"Ari, Ari, old friend; it's me, Mac."

"Oh my God. Mac. I can't believe it. Where are you, and how did you find
me?"

"I'm right here in Syracuse, and I found you with a little bit of help from
Google. I would love to see you and reminisce about old times, if you want
to, that is."

"Are you kidding? There's nothing I would want more."

"Where can we meet?" Mac asked, sounding relieved.

"Come here," Ari said. "I don't want to meet in a noisy restaurant or
bar. I'll give you directions."

"That's not necessary. I have your address, and a GPS. When can I come
over?"

"Now, immediately, as soon as possible. I can't wait to see you. This is so
great."

Mac was only a half hour away, but to the two men, it seemed like two
days. Ari sat nervously in his living room. He was agitated and fidgety. He
could see his driveway through the big picture window, and he positioned
himself there. Mac found himself speeding, and had to forcibly slow himself
down.

At last Ari saw a car pull into his driveway. It was too dark to see what
make and model the car was. He was only interested because he wanted to
determine how well Mac had done. But then, again, it could be a rental. He
ran to the front door, and waited for Mac to knock.

He didn't want to seem too anxious, so he waited to the count of ten to
open the door. They smiled at each other. Ari closed the door behind them,
and they embraced. There was no kissing or anything so unmanly, but they
held each other so tightly, there was no air space between them. Their
cheeks touched, but neither pulled away. They just held each other like
that for a good five minutes. Neither spoke a word. Finally, Ari led Mac to
the sofa, and they sat down.

"Can I get you something to eat?" Ari asked.

"No thanks, I just had dinner."

"How about a beer, then?"

"Sure that'll be great."

They sat quietly together, sipping their beers. Their emotions were
overwhelming them, so neither could speak. They just kept smiling at each
other, until finally Ari asked, "So tell me what you've been doing for the
last twenty years."

"Well," Mac said, "I got married, but I'm divorced now. I'm seeing a woman,
but I'm not anxious to get married again. I have a son. That's what I'm
doing in Syracuse. He wants to be an engineer, like his old man, so we
settled on our old alma mater. I kind of recommended it. I just drove him
here, and helped him settle into his dorm room. I thought maybe I'd look
you up when I got here, and we could get together. I was afraid, you might
have moved away."

"Fortunately, I'm still here. I got married too, but it didn't last long. I
have a son also, but he didn't want to go to college. He's an auto mechanic
at a local Chevy dealership, and he loves it. Unfortunately, I never see
him, because he refuses to have anything to do with me, since I came out."

Ari stopped talking abruptly to let that sink in. Mac looked perplexed. He
actually asked, "Came out? Came out of where?"

Ari smiled at his long-time friend. "You know," he repeated, "I came out."
He emphasized the word, out, and it finally dawned on Mac.

"You mean like out of the closet? Like you're gay?"

"Just like that," Ari said. Now he was frightened that Mac would run
away. He could have kicked himself for confiding in Mac. He certainly
didn't expect what happened next. Mac stood up, and now Ari was sure he was
leaving, so he stood up also, figuring he would walk Mac to the door.

But Mac stayed glued to his spot on the floor. He was staring at Ari, but
he was expressionless, and Ari could not tell what he was thinking. At last
Mac spoke. He said simply, "For the past twenty years, not a day has gone
by that I didn't think of you. I love you."

The two men just stared at each other for what seemed an eternity, and then
their lips met. They began to kiss like brothers at first, and after a
while they kissed with passion; tongues dueling. They kissed for at least
half an hour, neither wanting to stop. Their arms were wrapped around each
other tightly, and they kept caressing their backs. Ari hovered a good four
inches over Mac. He was tall, muscular and swarthy. Mac was fair haired. It
was hard to tell if he was all blond or a strawberry blond. It didn't
matter. They held each other tightly, kissing hard, and never parting their
lips and tongues. At last, Ari broke their grip, and led Mac to his bedroom
upstairs.

They fell on the bed, still fully clothed, and they continued their
passionate kissing. At least another fifteen minutes passed before they
brought their passion to the next level. Mac helped Ari remove his tank
top, and Mac removed his polo shirt. They were now naked from the waist up.

Ari threw himself on top of Mac, and roughly started gyrating, so that each
of them could feel the other's hard cock through two layers of
clothing. Mac began to sigh, and this encouraged Ari. He slid his body
downward, and suckled Mac's nipples. Mac mewled with pleasure, so Ari
continued his downward journey. He stopped at Mac's navel, and ran his
tongue all over Mac's outie. Ari had forgotten how ticklish Mac was until
he started to giggle.

Ari loosened Mac's belt, and began to slide his pants down. Fortunately,
his underwear came down with his trousers, which were now held tightly
around his ankles. Mac pushed off his loafers, and his pants fell to the
floor. He thought that Ari would go straight for his cock, but Ari
disappointed him. He stood up and got naked himself. Both men were still
wearing socks, and nothing else.

Ari put his full body on top of Mac again. This time their cocks ground
together without the constraint of clothing. Ari's hands were wrapped
around Mac's shoulders, and Mac's were wrapped around Ari's back. They
resumed kissing, still not ready to consummate their love.

Ari whispered in Mac's ear, "This is your first time isn't it?"

"How did you know? I didn't know myself how much I wanted to make love with
you, until tonight."

"You're very tense, and you're frightened. Please relax, my love. I want to
give you nothing but pleasure. I would never hurt you. Now listen, pay
attention, and learn. I'm going to do all the work."

Ari rolled off Mac, and told him to turn over. As soon as he did, Ari laid
himself on top of his best friend once again. His cock was nestled in Mac's
crack. He began to take little nips out of Mac's neck. Mac would have a
major hickey in the morning. He was meeting his son for a farewell
breakfast in the morning. How would he explain that hickey?

Ari continued his downward journey, and Mac was indeed relaxing. When Ari
reached Mac's still bubbly ass, he began to kiss and knead both cheeks. He
spread the cheeks, and exposed Mac's inviting crack. Ari's tongue wandered
up and down Mac's crack, stopping only to poke at his asshole. Mac kept
sighing and purring, and whispering, "Oh God."

Ari turned Mac around again. There was to be no more teasing. He went right
for Mac's cock. He licked up and down the shaft, and now Mac was
sobbing. Finally, he peeled back Mac's foreskin with the tip of his tongue,
and hungrily gobbled up Mac's substantial seven inches. He could feel Mac's
balls shrinking, and he stopped sucking.

"Why did you stop?" Mac whimpered. "I was so close. I need to come."

"Patience, my love," Ari said.

He reached into his night table drawer, and removed several condoms, and a
tube of KY Jelly. He opened one of the packets, removed the wet condom, and
began to roll it down Ari's cock, which was now dripping pre-cum. Mac
wanted to object to the condom. He knew that he hadn't been with anyone but
a woman, and he always used protection. He suddenly realized that Ari was
out of the closet. He had no way of knowing who Ari had been with, or if he
had used protection. He decided to say nothing, and appreciated that Ari
was being cautious.

Ari shoved a gob of the jelly up his ass. He straddled his BFF, lined up
his ass hole, and sat down slowly and gently. When Mac's cock was all the
way in, neither man moved. They just smiled at each other. Until this
moment, Mac had not touched Ari's uncircumcised rod. Tentatively, he
reached for it, took it tenderly in his palm, and started fondling it. Then
he started to laugh.

"What?" Ari asked.

"Remember that time I fucked a girl in the ass, and I couldn't get it in?
You had to guide it in. We were both so embarrassed, we never spoke of
it. Look at us now."

"I remember it well," Ari said.

Mac was still stroking Ari's cock. Ari took that as a sign to start the
fucking before he came all over the place. He began to move up and down. At
first, Mac didn't move, but after a few erotic pumps by Ari, he started to
push up, whenever Ari came down. Neither of them could last much
longer. Ari spurted up and down Mac's chest, but most of his spunk remained
in Mac's palm.

Ari could feel Mac's semen spurting up his ass, and he realized that he had
cum with such force that the condom broke. He didn't care. They were both
out of breath. When they could breathe again, and Mac's cock fell out of
Ari's ass, Ari leaned down, and the kissing resumed yet again. It seemed
that they were trying to make up for twenty lost years.

When they came up for air, Ari whispered in Mac's ear, "I have a
confession," he said. "Not a day has gone by, since I saw you last, that I
didn't think of you either. I love you too. When we were kids, do you know
how many times I wanted to grab you, and kiss you, and pull down your
pants? I had to restrain myself, but it was so hard to do."

Mac kissed him for a little while longer. "I'm glad you didn't do that," he
said. "It would have been at the wrong time. You see, I didn't know I loved
you like this, until you came out to me this evening. When you did, I was
literally smothered with desire."

They resumed their marathon kissing event. It seemed to go on forever, and
when he could speak again, Mac asked, "Can I stay over tonight, Ari? Can I
sleep with you? In the morning, I'd like to suck your cock, and I want you
to fuck me."

"Of course, you can stay over. As far as I'm concerned, you can move in."

"You'll have to go to breakfast with me tomorrow, and meet my son. I want
to come out to him, and let's hope he doesn't desert me like your son did."

The next morning, Mac completed his quest to make love to Ari. He sucked
his cock, rimmed his ass, and got fucked by him. Satisfied for the moment,
they showered and dressed. Mac had to wear the same clothes he had worn
yesterday. His own were at the motel, and he was sorry now that he had
taken a room. Unfortunately, they were nowhere near the same size, or Ari
would have lent him something of his to wear. They drove to the University
campus in separate cars. Mac was going to start his drive back to Texas
right after breakfast.

It was Sunday, and driving to the campus, Ari had a thought. He took out
his cell phone, and called his immediate superior at his home. Jim was
surprised to hear from him.

"Look Jim, something's come up. I have so much vacation time, I'm about to
lose two weeks, if I don't take them. I'd like to take the next two weeks
off starting tomorrow. I know it's short notice, but I need the time off
desperately."

"Sure," Jim said. "I can't even remember when you took your last vacation,
and if I recall correctly, you came back ahead of schedule. Well yes, I
would have liked a little bit more notice, but take your two weeks off, and
Ari, don't come back prematurely. I'll see you in a couple of weeks."

Mac parked in the visitors parking lot, and Ari pulled in right next to
him. "Before we go in," Mac said in the parking lot, "I have something to
tell you. My son's name is Arlen. I named him after you. I always call him
Ari. You are way past the nickname stage, so to avoid confusion, I'll
introduce you as Arlen."

Arlen started to laugh and cry simultaneously. "My son's name is
Mackenzie. He's named after you, and I always called him Mac. That is,
until he wanted nothing to do with me."

Mac started to walk away, but Arlen stopped him. "Wait," he said, "I have
something to tell you, or rather to ask you. How would you like me to drive
out to Austin with you? I have two weeks off, and after that, I can fly
home."

Mac's eyes welled up with tears. "I'd like that; I'd like that very much."

"And another thing," Arlen added. "I'll be fully vested in my pension fund
when I have been with the company twenty-five years. Will you wait for me
until then; only five more years? We could fly back and forth at least once
a month."

"I've got a sweeter deal," Mac smiled. The City of Austin is more generous
than your company. I became fully vested in my pension fund, when I was
with them twenty years. I could move to Syracuse right now, and be near to
you and my son. I'll bet I could even get a job."

"I hear that the university is looking for seasoned engineers to
teach. Maybe you can look into that," Arlen said. He didn't care who saw
them, he gave Mac a big hug.

They knocked on Mac's son's door, and Mac introduced the two Arlens. Ari
looked confused. "Let's go to breakfast Ari, and I'll explain everything,"
Mac said.

At the breakfast table Mac's son saw a purple hickey on his father's
neck. He was suspicious, but he didn't say anything. He waited for his
father to speak. Mac described his and Arlen's close friendship over the
years. He left out their sexual adventures, especially as regarded
threesomes. He described how he realized how much he loved Arlen when they
saw each other the previous evening. Then he took a deep breath, and told
his son that they had been intimate, and he was planning on moving to
Syracuse to be close to both of them.

The younger Ari, burst into tears.

"You hate me." Mac said. "You hate both of us, don't you?"

"No, no, Dad. Now you listen to me. You know my friend Larry? Well, he and
I have the same kind of relation that you and Arlen had. Larry came out to
me a couple of years ago. I love him, and it made no difference to me, but
I acted differently. I avoided accidently touching him. I was afraid that
he would think I wanted to have sex with him. Then, when we started on our
journey to Syracuse, and I knew we were going to be separated, I realized
that I did love him, and I wanted desperately to make love to him. He's
going to college in Austin, and when you left me to check into the hotel
yesterday afternoon, I felt lonely and abandoned, and I wanted Larry even
more. What should I do Dad?"

"I can tell you what you shouldn't do, Son. Don't wait twenty years like we
did. E Mail him or text him, and let him know how you feel, before someone
else gets him. Larry is a catch. I already love him like a son."

"Can I add my two cents?" Arlen asked. Without waiting for an answer, he
said, "Since the day your father and I were separated, I have not had a
happy day in my life; not until your father came back into it
yesterday. Don't let your dream get away. Usually I find it rude when
people text during a meal, but if you want to text Larry, go right ahead."

Ari smiled, and whipped out his phone. He texted:

I luv u. I miss u. I want to make passionate luv to you. Please luv me back
a little.

He put the phone down just as our breakfast was being served. Ari kept
glancing at the screen on his phone. He was getting more nervous by the
minute. Before he finished his orange juice, he heard the familiar buzz. He
grabbed his phone, and read:

I have loved u all my life. U have made me so happy. Call me tonite, and
let's talk. Maybe we can have phone sex. LOL.

Ari started to cry, and Mac wrapped him in his arms.

"Ari," Arlen said. "My home is your home now. Feel free to come around
anytime, and hang out with me." He paused slightly, and then he added,
"Son."

Young Ari smiled at his new stepfather, and took his hand.

"Next semester, when your dad is living here, feel free to stay with us and
live off campus. We did just that during our last three years."

"I'll take you up on that, Dad," Ari said to his stepfather. Now it was
Arlen who wanted to cry, when young Ari called him dad.

"Enough mushiness, you two," Mac said. I have to check out of my motel, and
Arlen has to go home to pack for his vacation with me. So let's get our
breakfasts eaten, and get started.

Ari walked his two dads to their cars, and kissed them both on their lips.

"I'll call you when I get home, Son," Arlen said. I want us to hang out
together if you want."

"I want to very much."

The three men started to cry from so much happiness, and young Ari ran away
before he broke down altogether.

To be continued...