Date: Sat, 23 Apr 2016 11:37:52 +0000 (UTC)
From: hankbrookscc@comcast.net
Subject: Twenty Years Later Chapter 3

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			    Twenty Years Later

				 Chapter 3


 When they arrived home, Ari took one suitcase and Arlen took the other up
to the master bedroom.  Arlen threw the two suitcases on the bed.  "Stay
with me while I unpack," he said.  Ari smiled and sat down on a boudoir
chair.

 "Most of this stuff is going right into the wash," Arlen said, but he
carefully hung up a suit and a pair of trousers.  He also had some clean
underwear and shirts, that he had never worn in Austin or on the road, and
he put those in a drawer.  When both suitcases were empty, he was about to
close them up to store away for his next trip to Austin.  He and Mac had
promised to go back and forth as often as possible, until Mac would be able
to make the final move.

 Before he closed the suitcases, he removed something from a side pocket in
one of them.  It was an almost new tube of KY Jelly.  "Sorry," he said.  "I
didn't mean for you to see that."

 Ari laughed.  "Don't you think I know what you and my dad did together?
Larry and I did the same thing.  Besides, we gave each other our blessings.
With our guys both so far away, I might even use that stuff to whack off.
I presume we'll both be doing a lot of that."

 This was Arlen's opening; which Ari had deftly maneuvered to give him.
"Maybe we can do that together," Arlen said.  "That should be fun."

 "Yeah, it would be," Ari smiled back.  "Maybe we can shower together also,
and do each other's backs instead of struggling."

 It was difficult to say who was seducing whom.

 Arlen stared at Ari.  He had stopped being all smiles and cordial.  He
took Ari's hands and stood him up.  "Let's cut the crap, and be honest with
each other.  You want me, and I want you.  We'll tell Mac and Larry about
our making love, so there will be no secrets.  I don't think either one
will mind that two people who love each other, proceeded to make physical
love.  When they get here, we can all share our love."

 "Honest, Arlen," Ari said, "I don't think I could have sex with my
father."

 "You're right, and you should never have sex with him.  But if you both
made love to each other, that would be a gift to both of you from Larry and
me."

 "I never thought about it, but there is a big difference between having
sex and making love.  Are we going to have sex tonight, or make love?"

 Arlen enveloped Ari in his strong arms.  They kissed, and each imagined
they were kissing their lovers.  The kissing went on for an eternity, and
when they were ready to make love, without a word being said to one
another, they both took out their cell phones.

 "I'm going to call your father and tell him.  He already knows how hot I
am for you, and how much I love you.  I let him know how I felt on our way
to Austin."

 "I'm going to text Larry."

 Hi hon, where R U?

 The answer came back swiftly.

 With ur father at ur house.  What's up?"

 Ari was only mildly surprised.

 Arlen will call my dad in a moment.  Pay attention to their conversation,
and always remember, I luv u more than anyone on the planet, even Dad and
Arlen.

 Arlen put his phone on speaker, and punched in Mac's number.  Mac's phone
rang twice and Mac picked it up.  "Hi sweetie, it's me, Arlen.  I just
wanted to let you know, that you are my one true love, but Ari and I are
about to make love to each other.  I love him also, but it's not the same
as what we have.  Do you understand, and can we have your blessing?"

 "I have to give you guys my blessing," Mac answered.  "You see Larry just
finished fucking me.  We need your blessings also."

 Ari and Arlen looked at each other in amazement.  Their jaws hung open.
Arlen was so shocked that all he could say was, "Okay," and he hung up.

                                                                            **********

 After Arlen went to the airport, Mac was feeling a little sorry for
himself.  He was not looking forward to spending a Sunday night in
loneliness.  Even the thought of whacking off, and fantasizing that Arlen
was doing it for him, did not raise his spirits.  He thought that asking
Larry to have dinner with him would be a good idea.  They knew each other
well, but he felt that they should get used to a son-in-law, father-in-law
relationship.

 Larry could have lived at home, but frankly he wanted to live on campus,
hoping to make sexual contacts.  Now, he vowed to be monogamous, but he'd
rather move to Syracuse than move back home.  Mac didn't know his dorm
number, but he had his cell number.  He called Larry, who accepted his
invitation immediately.  He said he would be right over.  It was a lazy
Sunday afternoon, and he had no classes.  It was mid-afternoon, when Larry
arrived, long before dinner time.

 They greeted each other with a good strong hug, and Larry called Mac, Dad,
and Mac called him, Son.  Larry was not a minor, but he was below the
drinking age in Texas, so Mac didn't want to make cocktails.  Instead he
decided on lemonade and cookies.  He told Larry what his intentions were,
and Larry thought that would be just fine.

 "Keep me company in the kitchen, while I make the stuff.  I don't want you
sitting out there in the living room all alone, and I don't want to be
lonely in the kitchen."

 Larry sat down on a kitchen chair, and Mac thought he looked so much like
Arlen, that he was getting aroused.  He decided that if Larry could see his
erection, he would not hide it, and in fact, he would explain why.

 Larry did see Mac's erection.  He smiled at his father-in-law, and said,
"You look so much like Ari, you'll have to forgive me, but I'm getting
hard."  Larry was not being too subtle.  He was trying to seduce Mac.

 The older man laughed.  "You look so much like Arlen; I'm getting hard
too."  He pointed to his tenting jeans.

 Larry stood up and pointed at his tenting cargo shorts.

 "I think we should do something about it," Mac said.

 "I agree," Larry said, "but when we are done, I want to call or text Ari,
and tell him what we did was to show each other how much we loved one
another, but in a different way than I love him."

 "Yes, and I'll call Arlen."  Mac took Larry's hand, and off they ran to
the master bedroom.

 "Do you think we could shower first?" Larry asked.  "I have designs on
some of your anatomy, and I'd like to shower first.  Mac didn't say
anything, but he started to undress, and nodded toward the bathroom.  Larry
stripped rapidly, and followed Mac into the shower.

 Mac was uncut, but Larry was circumcised like Ari.  Arlen was also uncut,
and Mac said that was the only thing about the two couples that was
different.  In the shower they soaped each other, and fondled each other
and kissed without coming up for air for an hour.  They rimmed each other
and thanked the love god that neither was shy about doing that.  They both
stuck a finger or two up the other's ass.  As wonderful as it felt they
wanted to cum holding each other tightly, dry, and in bed.

 When they finally got to the bed, they spent a good deal of time, kissing,
cuddling and fondling.  At last, Mac said," Larry, Son, Arlen and I made
love half through the night, and again this morning before he left for the
airport, so I'm pretty done out.  I can surely suck your cock, but I would
really love for you to fuck me."

 "That's a plan I can live with," Larry smiled.

 The next thing he knew; Mac was working his way down his body.  Larry had
to imagine that Arlen was a good teacher, for Mac to have become so expert,
in so short a time.  Larry was ready to blow even before Mac took his cock
into him.  He came much too fast, and frankly they were both disappointed.
Mac really wanted to get fucked.

 "How soon do you think you can fuck me?" Mac asked.

 "In about fifteen minutes," Larry bragged.  "While I'm recovering, let me
go down on you."

 Mac was so turned on thinking that he was getting a blow job from his
son's lover, that the impossible happened; he had a mind blowing orgasm.
It was more intense than the last one he had with Arlen that morning.

 Minutes after Mac came, Larry announced that he was ready.  They spent a
lot of time lubricating Mac's ass and Larry's cock, and finally Larry
entered doggie style.

 "Please don't cum too quickly," Mac begged.  Larry was just off his first
orgasm, and it took him almost ten minutes to reach climax.  They were both
exulting in the extreme pleasure that they had just given each other.

 "Let's shower again, and get ready for dinner," Larry said.

 They were almost fully dressed, when Larry got a text message.  He read
the text, and looked perplexed.  "It's from Ari," he said.

 "Aren't you going to answer it?" Mac asked.

 "No.  Your phone will ring in a minute.  Answer it, and we'll both know
what's going on."

                                                                          **********

 Ari's last class on Fridays was at noon.  He got home long before Arlen
came home from work at about 6 PM.  Ari always prepared a good dinner for
them, before they went out clubbing.  They felt like good buddies, fuck
buddies at that, rather than step-father and step-son.  They had gotten
into the habit of going clubbing on Friday and Saturday nights.  The two
handsome men were hit on all the time, but they never broke their vow with
their partners, and they never brought anyone home with them.

 Ari had just put a standing rib roast into the oven when the front
doorbell rang.  He was surprised and ran to answer it.  A young man stood
there.  He looked distraught, and he hadn't shaved in several days.
Notwithstanding all that, Ari could tell that he was very good looking, and
bore a strange resemblance to Larry and Arlen.

 Ari got himself back together and asked, "Can I help you?"

 "Who the fuck are you?" the young man asked crudely.

 Ari's first impulse was to shut the door in the man's face, but he was
curious, so he said, "It just so happens I live here.  Who the fuck are
you?"

 "I must be mistaken," he said.  "I thought Ari Fisher lived here."

 "He does," Ari informed him.  "You look terrible.  Let me help you.  Mr.
Fisher should be home in an hour or so."

 The young man looked at Ari.  His expression was totally blank, and he
collapsed right in front of him.  Ari dragged him into the house, and laid
him down on the sofa.  He raised his head, and forced a little water into
him.  That seemed to revive him somewhat.  His eyes flickered, and he
stared at Ari.  He didn't recognize him, so he asked once again, "Who are
you?"

 Ari decided to be discreet until he found out what was going on.  "I'm a
college student," he said.  "I rent a room from Mr. Fisher."

 The man sniggered.  "Has the faggot tried to fuck you yet?"

 "Hey, man.  None of that shit.  Mr. Fisher is a great guy.  His sexual
orientation is of no concern of yours or mine."

 "Sorry," the man murmured.

 "Sorry, doesn't cut it," Ari said.  "Tell me who the fuck you are or I'll
toss you out on the street."

 "What's your name first?" the man asked.  He sounded slightly less
belligerent.

 "My name is Arlen Boyer.  Mr. Fisher and I have the same name.  He and my
father are old friends, and I was named after Mr. Fisher."

 "No shit."

 "Yes shit.  Now you've stalled long enough.  Talk."

 "My name is Mackenzie Fisher.  Ari Fisher is my father.

 Ari had to sit down on a side chair and catch his breath.  He looked
Mackenzie in the face.  "Arlen told me that he named you after my father.
His name is the same as yours, but everybody calls him Mac."

 "Me too," Mac whispered.

 "What are you doing here?  Arlen told me that you hate him."

 "I don't hate him.  I just can't get past the fact that he's gay.  I find
that disgusting."

 "Whatever you say.  Listen Mac, you look like shit.  Would you like to
shower and shave before your father gets home?  I'll lend you some of my
clothes."

 "Yes, I would, but first I need desperately to use a telephone.  I need to
call my shop, and tell them I'm sick."

 "It's a little late in the day for that, but we have one land line in the
living room.  Come with me."  Ari showed Mac to the land line, and went
into the kitchen to check on the roast.

 When he concluded his call, Mac said to Ari, "My boss was very
understanding, especially when I told him I was too sick to call earlier,
and I had gone to my father's house for some much needed TLC.  He was
worried because he called my apartment and none of the guys knew where I
was.  Is that shower still available to me?"

 "Of Course," Ari answered.  "This is your father's house, so it's your
house also."

 "You'll have to help me up the stairs.  I'm too weak to make it myself."

 "Sure, I will.  Do you need help in the shower?"

 "Are you a fag also?" Mac asked.  "I can manage very well by myself."

 "If you say so."

 Ari helped Mac to shave, but he didn't trust Mac to be alone in the
shower.  He positioned himself just outside the door in case Mac needed
him.  Halfway through his shower, Ari heard Mac calling for him.  Ari
rushed in and Mac was lying on the floor.  Somehow he had fallen.  Ari had
no time to take his clothes off.  He shut the taps, and helped Mac stand
up.  The boy was crying like a baby.  Something terrible had happened to
him, and if he wouldn't tell Ari what it was, maybe he would tell his
father.

 Ari dried Mac off, being extra careful not to touch him anywhere near his
genitals.  He gave him some clean clothes, and helped him dress.

 "Are you strong enough to come downstairs with me?" Ari asked.  "I've got
our dinner cooking in the oven, and I need to check on it.  There's plenty
for all of us, if you want to stay."

 "I don't know if I could digest my food, eating with a bunch of fags."

 Ari had reached his limit of composure.  "Why the fuck are you being so
nasty?" he asked.  "I only want to help you, and I'm sure our father will
want to help you when he gets home."

 "What do you mean `our father'?" Mac asked.

 Ari realized his error, and decided to tell Mac the truth.  Mac hated him
and Arlen anyhow.  Arlen is my step-father.  He and my dad are partners,
life partners.  Get used to the idea straight boy, because it isn't going
to change."

 "Wow," Mac blurted out.  "I always wanted a brother, but I didn't expect
him to be a fag."

  "Okay Mac, I've had enough.  For your information you have two fag
brothers.  I have a partner also.  If you don't stop with this nasty talk,
your dad will kick you out.  I would do it right now, but this isn't my
house.  Why can't you just trust that we want to help you with whatever has
happened to you?"

 Mac didn't answer.  He just looked at Ari blankly.  Just then the front
door opened and Arlen came in.  He saw Mac, and mumbled, "What the fuck?"

 Mac jumped up, ran to his father and collapsed in Arlen's strong hands.
"Daddy, daddy," he cried.  "Something terrible has happened.  Please help
me."


 To be continued...