Date: Fri, 7 Oct 2016 00:22:44 +0000 (UTC)
From: hankbrookscc@comcast.net
Subject: Twenty Years Later III, Chapter 6

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			    Twenty Years Later
				 Book III
			   ( Fulfilling Lives )

				 Chapter 6

The years flew by swiftly.  For the students at UB, their days were filled
with study, football and baseball.  Their nights were filled with love.  No
matter how much time passed, their love for each other did not wane; it
strengthened.

But everything in life has a beginning, a middle, and an end.  Cory,
Michael and Jaden graduated, leaving Bryan alone at the university.  Cory
was accepted to Mt. Sinai School of Medicine in New York.  Michael was
accepted to Fordham Law School, also in New York.  Jaden got a good job in
New York with an Investment Management firm, and the three of them rented a
two-bedroom apartment in Manhattan.  Bryan had no more decisions to make as
to where to go on school holidays and breaks.  He went to New York.

A year later, Bryan was accepted to study medicine at Mt. Sinai Medical
school, and he moved in with his lover and brothers.  They quickly found
the gay community, and the gay life style, in New York City.  They blended
right in, making dozens of new friends.  There was very little gay life
evident in Syracuse or Albany.  They never realized how provincial their
home towns were.  There was a tacit agreement between the four of them,
that they were all going to make New York their home.  All four of them
were enjoying successful and fulfilling careers in The Big Apple.

When it became obvious that the boys were never coming home, Rob and Richie
sold their home, and occupied the dormer in Arlen and Kenzie's home.  If
any of their children came for a visit, they still had one dormer bedroom
available for their use.  Arlen and Kenzie were both fully retired now, and
Rob and Richie were right behind them.

The eight occupants of the house mainly made love to their own husbands and
partners, but occasionally they enjoyed playing group games.  They didn't
do it often, so it was a rare treat that they all looked forward to.

Without being aware of the passage of time, the family was about to
celebrate Mac's fortieth birthday, and soon after, Dennis's forty-fifth.
At Mac's celebration dinner, Arlen announced that now that Rob and Richie
were about to retire, the four of them were going to look for a vacation
condo in Florida.  They wanted to escape the harsh winters of upstate New
York.  They assumed that it would be used only in the winter, at first, but
they didn't deny the fact that it might become a permanent home someday, so
the condo had to be substantial enough for year-round living.

Mac urged the retirees to stay at The CUMfort Inn while they were house
hunting.  Everyone thought it was a great idea, and Mac went on line to
book their stay.  In the past, he always found the resort listed under gay
resorts and hotels in Ft. Lauderdale, Florida, but when he looked there, he
couldn't find it.He googled hotels in Ft. Lauderdale, and couldn't find it
there either, but one resort, named "Heaven's Best" caught his eye.  He
recognized the pictures immediately.  It was The CUMfort Inn.
Disappointed, Mac called the hotel, and asked for Jake or Marius.  He was
directed to the manager, Jerry Bloom.  Mac remembered that Jerry was the
assistant manager when he honeymooned there.

"I don't know if you'll remember me," Mac said to Jerry, "but I honeymooned
at the CUMfort Inn fifteen years ago.  My two brothers and my two cousins,
were honeymooning with me also.  He gave Jerry his name.  Jerry didn't
recognize it, but he did remember the three honeymooners.

"Yes, I do remember," Jerry said.  "Did you want to book with us?"

"No, I was looking to book for my dad and three others."

"Perfect.  We aren't a gay resort anymore, so your folks will be very
comfortable here."

"My father and his friends are gay," Dennis said.  "Where are Marius and
Jake?"

"I am so sorry to tell you this, but they were both in ill health, and
their doctor suggested that they move to a dry climate, preferably at a
high elevation.  They sold the resort to a large hotel chain, and as far as
I know, they are living in Scottsdale, Arizona.  The new owners upgraded
and converted the resort into a vacation getaway for the general public.
We still get some gays, but they are in the minority.  It was a sad day for
me when Jake and Marius sold out, but I was fortunate that I was kept on as
Day Manager."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Mac said.  "Can you recommend any other gay
resorts in the area?"

"Look, you never heard it from me, but try Pineapple Point Guest House.
They're a five-star resort."

"Thanks Jerry, and good-luck" Mac said.

He immediately googled Pineapple Point, and he liked what he saw.  He knew
that pictures always made a place look more attractive than it was, but
even so, it looked like a good getaway hotel.  They offered free parking
and clothing optional facilities in most of the resort.

Mac booked a week's stay in a double room with two queen-sized beds.  If
they didn't find a condo in that week, they could stay on, or come home.
That would be their decision. The resort was very pricey, but the four of
them together, could well afford it.  Mac had been told that April and May
were about the pleasantest months of the year in South Florida, so he
booked them for a stay right after Easter.

Mac could see the handwriting on the wall.  Their fathers and uncles would
eventually move full time to Florida.  The family, which loved each other
so much, was dispersing. Mac cried a little, thinking that he, Dennis, Ari
and Larry would be the Syracuse contingent; Bryan, Cory, Jaden and Michael,
would be the New York contingent; and Arlen, Kenzie, Rob and Richie would
represent Ft. Lauderdale.

He had seen this happen in other families to some of his friends, and he
had no reason to believe that his family would be immune. At least he knew
where he and Dennis could vacation and visit in the future.  He held a
brothers' meeting to discuss their future plans.  Did they want to buy the
house from their fathers?  Did they want their fathers to sell, and they
would buy a more modest condo?  The four brothers were disturbed by the
whole idea, and couldn't face making a decision right then and there.

"We still have each other," Ari said.  "Please, let's sleep together
tonight."

Deciding the immediate future was an easier decision than deciding an iffy
future, and everyone agreed. They all got naked in Ari and Larry's room.
There was never a doubt that Ari and Mac would pair up.  From the day Mac
showed up on his doorstep, dirty and disheveled, and Ari let him into the
house, they shared a special bond.  Ari had cleaned the blood and filth off
his body, and delicately tended to his bleeding ass.  They loved each other
so much, that if Larry hadn't been in the picture, they may well have
become a couple themselves.  Even if they were married to different men,
they lived together, and made love together, so they didn't have to second
guess their lives.

Ari and Mac didn't have a clue what their husbands were doing.  They were
too wrapped up in the love they were about to share.  They decided that Ari
would give Mac a trip around the world, which would include rimming, and
then Mac would do the same to Ari.  When they had exhausted the game, they
would suck each other alternately, and end by fucking each other.  When
they first got naked, they held each other so tightly, they didn't want to
let go.  They were engaging in a marathon kissing session.  Clinging
together like that, they had difficulty separating to begin the first trip
around the world.  Their entire encounter lasted four hours.  Larry and
Dennis were done in two hours, and were snoring away, while Ari and Mac
continued to make love.

After the love making, they all managed to fall asleep in the queen-sized
bed.  In order to accomplish that feat, they had to nest together like
spoons.  When Ari and Mac finally gave up, and nested comfortably with
their husbands, Mac whispered, "I love you all so much."  Nobody heard him.
They were all sleeping soundly.

On the day of their departure to Florida, Mac borrowed a Chevrolet Equinox
demo from the dealership, and drove his fathers and his uncles to the
airport.  They needed plenty of room for all their luggage and for
themselves.  They did their kissing and well-wishing the evening before at
home, so Mac dropped them off at curbside. and headed back to work.

Before leaving for Florida, the older generation went through the same
decision making process as their sons.  The only thing they decided up
front was that they didn't want a house.  They wanted a maintenance free
condominium.  Should they buy in a straight senior community; a straight
open community, where there would be children; a gay community; a gay
senior community?  They didn't even know if there were gay senior
communities.  They decided to keep an open mind.

They did consult the gay yellow pages, and found several realtors listed.
They decided to consult with one of them as soon as they arrived.  The one
they chose had a Wilton Drive address.  Arlen and Rob remembered that the
gay bar they went to, so many years ago, was located on that street.

When they arrived in Ft. Lauderdale, they rented a minivan large enough to
accommodate four men and lots of luggage.  It also contioned a navigation
system.  They weren't certain how long they would stay in Florida, so they
took plenty of clothes with them.

The minute they got into their room, they unpacked, and called the realtor
on Wilton Drive.  They made an appointment for ten o'clock the next day.
Then they went down to the clothing optional pool.  They agreed to relax
during the day, go to a gay bar and grill for dinner, and do some
socializing at the bar afterward.  They would begin condo hunting the next
morning.

They couldn't remain naked at the pool very long.  The sun was too strong.
All four still had good bodies for their ages, but they weren't getting the
same appreciative stares as they used to.  That didn't stop them from
enjoying the eye candy around the pool.

They showered off the chlorine two at a time, and then formed a daisy
chain.  It took them much longer to cum those days, and their pricks didn't
get solid hard, but they could still manage to fuck.  When, finally, they
all came, they showered again.

They wore shorts, sandals and tee shirts.  They were all going commando to
the bar.  The free parking at the resort was self-service.  They went to
the minivan, piled in, and headed for Wilton Drive.  Rob and Arlen noted
that they weren't driving from Boca Raton this time, and the bar was only
minutes away.

They wondered if it was still there.  It was, but it had been drastically
updated, and had a different name.  It had also been expanded, and now
included what once was a next door restaurant.  They had a much more
gourmet dinner than Rob and Arlen had years ago.  After dinner they hovered
around the piano bar.  Kenzie volunteered to be the designated driver, and
he drank coke, while his brothers enjoyed something stronger.

Everyone around the bar was very friendly, and when they heard that they
were looking to move down, they got suggestions from all sides.  More than
ever, they decided to put their faith in the hands of a professional
realtor.

They hated to leave the bar, but tomorrow was another big day.  Reluctantly
they said goodbye to their new friends.  "We'll see you again," they
promised.  They returned to the hotel, and went right to bed.  Just for
variety, Arlen slept with Richie, and Kenzie slept with Rob.  Of course
they all cuddled, fondled and kissed non-stop.  Nature had its way, and
without planning it, Rob fucked Kenzie, and Richie fucked Arlen.  Rob and
Richie were a little younger than Kenzie and Arlen, and could still come up
with a good hard rod, suitable for fucking.

The realtor was a young, good looking, gay man, named Greg Silverman.  They
went into a conference room with a large table.  Greg told them that this
is where they often held closings on property.  He spent an hour
interviewing them, trying to get a handle on what best met their needs.

"You know," Greg said, "Ft. Lauderdale is not a typical gay community.  We
have a very large gay population.  Sure, there's a concentration of gays
and lesbians living in Wilton Manors, but gays are generously sprinkled
throughout the city.  Most of us live in standard neighborhoods.  Those of
us who own private homes often reside in family neighborhoods.

Given that you guys have lived in a family neighborhood for years, I
recommend that you look for a condominium large enough for all of you.  I
guarantee wherever we look, in whatever community, you will not be the only
gays on the block."

"Greg took out an oversized book, and said, "Let me show you some wonderful
condos.  If you only occupy it half the year, you'll be able to leave
knowing that your apartment and your building are being well maintained.

On the third day of their search, they purchased a large two-bedroom condo,
with a convertible den, so that it could be used as a third bedroom.  They
bought the apartment from an estate, and it came beautifully furnished.
The former owners had been very wealthy.  The apartment was located on the
ocean in a community of high rises called Galt Ocean Drive.  It was on the
seventh floor of a twelve story building.  The terrace looked out to the
ocean, and the view was spectacular.

The closing couldn't be arranged for a month, so they gave Greg their power
of attorney, and when their week was up, they reluctantly left Florida.
Mac picked them up in the Equinox.  He could see how excited they were, and
he was happy for them.  "There's plenty of room when you guys want to
vacation down there," Arlen assured them.

They celebrated that night in an eight-man orgy.  They rarely did that any
more, but they all felt that somehow it was appropriate, because they were
coming to the end of an era.

To be continued...