Fantasies for Life

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The story contains graphic descriptions of sex between men. Anyone who is forbidden by law to read such material must stop now. This story is being posted to the Nifty Archive solely for the enjoyment of its readers.

Fantasies For Life: Epilogue 2

Later that afternoon Chris used Gill's computer to check his email. He had one each from his wife, son and daughter. And there was another one.

"Gill! Come here! You have to read this." Gill walked over to the computer and read.

"Hi Chris, Max and I just finished reading the greatest story on the internet. It was written by a wunderbar guy. We are sure he is a great person. I'll write later and tell you the effect that story had on our love life. Love, Karl."

"He's right, you know. The writer is a great person and it is a great story. And the characters are great too...I'm not biased. By the way, what got you started writing?"

"Well, I discovered The Nifty Archive several years ago and read everything I had time for. The more I read, the more I wanted to write this story. I would read these really great stories and think I could never write that well."

"What are your favorites?"

"Wow, that's a hard question to answer, there are so many. Most recently, I just finished a love story called "In the Direction of Happiness," loved it. Then there is one titled "Countrymen," set in England."

"Oh, I'm reading that too. It's something I can relate to." Gill admits. "I'll have to look for the 'Happiness' story. I just started reading one called 'Polk Street Beat', it's set in the San Francisco gay district."

"Yeah, I like that too. Let's see, there's 'Paternal Instincts' which turns into 'Family Instincts', then there's 'Tossed Away Kid', and 'My Carl' which has no sex in it but what a powerful story. There's a story set in Germany and Italy titled 'The Knife That Twists Within'. The talent exhibited by the authors of these stories is so intimidating. It makes you think twice before jumping into that pool."

"I'll crank up the computer tonight and we can catch up on current stories. Maybe you can find some of those you like so I can read them." Gill suggests.

The next few weeks were quite busy. As for Gill's health, Chris did exactly as he proposed. He changed Gill's diet by substituting most of the red meat with chicken and pork. He added salads and more vegetables, no mashed potatoes, no gravy. They began walking in the neighborhood. At first they only went a few blocks. Then they added more, and more, and more. Chris took Gill to the country club just to walk around the course. Within three weeks, Gill began to show some improvement. Once each week as a reward for sticking to his diet Gill was allowed to pig out at the country club. After a while, his old menu favorites stopped tasting so good. Except for pecan pie.

By the end of six weeks, everyone could see a change in Gill's physique. By the end of three months the pounds seemed to fly off his body. When Chris got his next issue of "Men's Health" magazine it contained a full body dumbbell workout routine that was exactly what both men could use. Chris bought them some dumbbells and they got started.

The first week after Chris arrived at Gill's house, Gill invited him to join his Wednesday afternoon foursome at the country club. They were short one member due to a corporate reassignment and Chris was a perfect replacement. The other two members of the group were Aaron, Gill's internist, and John, Gill's lawyer. All three had grown up together and were like brothers. They made Chris feel welcome from the beginning and everyone always had a good time.

Nature seemed to take over and set a few rules of her own when it came to their lovemaking. They learned very early that planning on sex at bedtime was not as rewarding as when they were more rested. The two old farts settled into a routine of taking a short nap every Wednesday afternoon after finishing golf then they had sex before going out to dinner. Sunday morning was also a favorite time. One Wednesday after noon, about three weeks after all this began, they were in bed and Gill had just slid deep into Chris.

"Hey, Chris?"

"Yeah? Umph" Chris replied and grunted after Gill slowly withdrew his cock to a point where his large mushroom glans stretched Chris' sphincter to its maximum then thrust forcefully to its base.

"I think it's time I invited you to come live with me."

"Umph. I shouldn't answer that right, umph, now."

"Why not?"

"Because, I'm under duress. Umph."

"What do you mean?"

"There's a gun barrel up my ass. Umph. If I say 'No', it might go away and never return. Umph. But if I say 'Yes", it'll probably stay there and fire shot after shot after shot. Umph."

"So what's the down side to saying 'Yes'?

"Umph...Umph...Umph." Chris was thinking, enjoying the action. "I guess the answer is 'Yes. Umph."

"Good. Now get ready to be shot."

"Umph, Yes...Umph, yes...Umph, yes...Umph, fuck yes...Umph, fuck yes...Umph, fuck yes...Umph, fuck me yes...Umph, fuck me yes...Umph, ohh shit yes...Umph, ohh fuck me yes...Umph, oh fuck me yes..." Gill was really getting into it. The speed and intensity of his thrusts increased. Soon he had Chris screaming. "Umph, YES!...Umph, YES!...Umph, YES!" The dam broke and Chris' semen erupted from the head of his cock, which Gill had been massaging. He grunted loudly and arched his back as Gill continued to drive hard into him but not for long. Seeing Chris in total ecstasy was enough to drive him over the edge and he emptied his load deep into his best friend/now lover. They had just decided the previous weekend it was safe to give up using condoms. As they lay together recovering from their aerobic workout, Chris was the first to speak.

"Are you going to marry me?"

"I'd consider it. Why?"

"I'm not sure I can live in sin."

"Hey you loveable asshole, what we've been doing is a sin."

"Just thought I'd ask." Chris chuckled.

"Yes, I'll marry you. I, Gill, take you Chris, to be my partner, to have and to hold, from this day froward, in sickness and health, forsaking all others, until death do us part."

"You forgot 'for richer or for poorer'."

"No I didn't, I left it out on purpose."

"Okay. And I, Chris, take you Gill, to be my partner, to have and to hold, from this day froward, in sickness and health, forsaking all others, until death do us part."

They sealed it with a kiss of long duration.

"Now let's eat, I'm hungry." Gill announced. Chris chuckled as they got out of bed and headed for a shower. He knew Gill had trouble staying serious for very long.

Later that evening, as they lay snuggled in each others arms watching the fireplace and listening to music, Chris decided that was a good time to get some things aired out.

"How do we handle this, dude?"

"Handle what?"

"How do we deal with our newfound lifestyle when it comes to our families and friends? Do we 'come out' to them? Do we keep it a secret?"

"Sounds to me like you've been thinking about this already. Why don't you tell me what's on your mind and then I'll try to punch holes in it."

"Okay. But I have to stand up. I think better on my feet." Chris said as he got up off the sofa and continued his discussion. "I'm thinking more about my family now instead of me. I really think my coming out would cause them a lot of problems. I can't imagine how they would go about explaining it to their kids. I'm a pretty private person; I'm not into public displays of affection, as you already know. What I do in the bedroom, whether straight or gay, is my business and nobody else's...except for my partner, of course. You and I are strong, independent man. We've been through a lot. I love you but I don't need to hang on your arm and create a public display for all to see. What's more important is that people respect me as your good, close friend, someone who will stand by you through any challenge. That makes us both stronger. I propose we look for a place to live side by side so we can be together yet retain the appearance of independence." Chris stopped pacing the floor and looked at Gill.

"You have given this a lot of thought!" Gill acknowledged. "And, I agree with your assessment up to a point. Yes, I'm NOT in favor of coming out. I'm real happy the way things are. Your point about the kids and their families is right on. And I really like the way you put it about being respected as good close friends. That's great. However, we must accept the fact that someone is going to find out and we have to have a plan to deal with it. Also, I wouldn't want to exclude the possibility there may be an occasion where we would want to share our arrangement with some selected individual. Now, about living arrangements. We may be in luck. One of my contractor friends started a new development near here. He's building what he calls 'zero-lot-line' homes for empty nester, two houses so close to each other they share a common wall. If you ask me, I think it's just a new version of the old duplex house. And, the yards are small enough you can cut the grass with a pair of scissors. We ought to see if we can get one of those duplexes and have an opening cut in the common wall for our personal needs. We could effectively live together without raising suspicions. Whata' you think?"

"Perfect! Let's get on it tomorrow."

The boys were in luck. Gill's friend had just what they needed. The floor plan had the two master bedrooms at the back of the house with closets on opposite sides of the common wall. The passageway was added to the plans and disguised so the building inspector would not see it and later, when the houses were sold, the opening could be sealed as thought it was original construction. Chris made arrangements to move out of his apartment.

One evening after their Wednesday golf outing Chris and Gill were sitting at the kitchen table eating grilled chicken with marinara sauce.

"Gill, what's the relationship between Aaron and John?"

"What do you mean? We've all been friends for a long time. I guess I can trust you with some real private stuff, considering what you mean to me and that I don't want to have any secrets from you. Remember I told you when I was young I played around with a couple of friends"

"Aaron and John."

"Yeah, so we kinda have a bond. What's your point?"

"Do you think they're gettin' in on; they're lovers?"

"Come on! Get real! Why would you think that?"

"Well...maybe I'm starting to develop gaydar but I think they are an item."

"Whoa, what makes you think that. And what's gaydar."

"Gaydar? That's gay radar. Have you ever REALLY noticed how they look at each other? I can see raw lust in their eyes. Kind of like you and me...hee, hee, hee, stop that." Chris laughed as Gill poked him in the ribs.

"Hell, Chris, I'll start watching for rampant lust next week. The country club doesn't want any of that getting loose on the course. We need to keep that bottled up right here in our bedroom. I seem to have a bad spell of lust coming over me right now so we'd better go take care of it before it gets out into the neighborhood."

About ten months into the diet/exercise program Chris developed, it was time for Gill's annual physical from Aaron. Gill was sitting in the exam room in one of those skimpy little gowns that won't stay closed in the back waiting for Aaron to come in. The resident vampire had drawn all his blood; the ECG, urinalysis, and other tests were complete when Aaron waltzed into the room.

"Hey, Gill, how's it hanging."

"You tell me, Doc." Aaron studied the lab reports before responding.

"Well...the lab work looks excellent. Let me just listen to a few things." Aaron moved in close and placed his stethoscope against Gill's chest. He listened at several places, front and back. He looked in Gill's eyes, ears and nose. He had Gill lay down and he poked and probed his abdomen and groin. Then he had Gill stand, he reached under the gown and had Gill turn his head and cough a couple of times. Gill's nuts got a friendly squeeze before Aaron instructed him to turn around, place his elbows on the exam table and spread his legs. Gill had been getting his prostate checked every year since he turned forty-five. Aaron was really good at that procedure. Gill felt Aaron place one hand on his right shoulder and apply some cold jell in the crack of his ass. Gill always wandered which finger Aaron used but was too embarrassed to ask. Aaron inserted his finger so easily and smoothly Gill barely noticed and Aaron's technique for massaging the prostate was so good Gill would not have objected if the procedure lasted fifteen minutes. Suddenly Gill felt another hand on his left shoulder and Aaron's finger, or something was still inside his ass.

"Aaron?" Gill asked with a start.

"Just relax, Gill. I'm almost done."

"Aaron, what the hell are you doing?" There was real concern in Gill's voice. First the hand on Gill's left shoulder was removed followed by the hand on his right shoulder. Then Aaron withdrew his finger, removed his gloves, handed Gill some tissues for cleaning the jell out of his ass crack, and told him to stand up and turn around. Aaron was standing there with a shit-eating grin on his face and holding a fake hand filled with sand to simulate the weight and feel of a real hand. It took Gill a few seconds to realize the trick his good friend had played on him and when he did they both burst out laughing.

"You can get dressed now while I tell you what we have." Aaron said. Gill removed the skimpy gown, threw it in a hamper and began dressing. "Your urinalysis is good, your cholesterol is down, your blood pressure is down, your pulse is more normal, your heart sounds MUCH better, and your weight is down. That's all good. Now for the not so good. Your prostate is enlarged, a little, and it feels spongy, not firm like it should. Have you noticed any urgency to go to the bathroom lately?

"Well, now that you mention it, it does seem like when I have to go, I have to go right now."

"How many times do you get up at night to pee?"

"Twice, three, sometimes four times. Why?"

"I want you to see a urologist, a good friend of mine. Your prostate needs to be examined by a more experienced finger than I have."

"I like your finger, if you don't mind me saying so."

"Thanks...I think. No, I just want another opinion that you are okay down there. I didn't feel any lumps and that is good. There are other tests that can confirm you are in good health and this urologist can do those tests."

"Okay, I can do that."

"Now!" Gill had finished dressing and was standing in front of Aaron who was sitting on the exam table. "Sit up here with me for a minute." He patted the pad nest to him. "Boo Boo?" Aaron continued. Boo Boo was Gill's secret name that Aaron and John called him. There was a story there. When Aaron used that name, Gill knew the formal exam was over and the two men were now into personal, private territory. "Something's going on with you; something's changed. John and I both can see it and can't figure it out. You're losing weight and that is great. Most impressive is the change in your attitude. You are much happier, more fun to be with. And, don't get the wrong idea; we love the new you. We're just curious about the cause."

Gill thought for several minutes, occasionally looking at Aaron without speaking. He got down off of the table and began to pace the floor.

"You and John haven't seen the new house. If you can come over this Saturday evening I'll answer that question and show you around. We'll play some poker and talk about things, get caught up on each other's lives. What do you say?"

Aaron looked at Gill for a second while he pondered the question. "I'll check with John and let you know. How's that?"

"'Fine, Doc. You know I'll have our favorite adult beverages and you should plan to crash at my place if you want. That should make the evening more relaxed." They shook hands then hugged before Aaron exited the room for his next patient.

"Man, did I ever get us in trouble!" Gill announced when he got home.

"Good, we haven't had any of that for a while. What the hell have you done now?" Chris said with humorous sarcasm. Gill proceeded to tell Chris about the results of the exam and they both were pleased. Then Gill announced he had invited Aaron and John over for poker and drinks Saturday evening.

"There's something you haven't told me, isn't there." Chris asked rhetorically.

"Yeah." came Gill's reply. "Aaron and John have not only noticed how much weight I've lost, they have also noticed my much improved attitude and they are curious about the cause. As Aaron was running down the list of good test results I couldn't help but thank you for all that. And, as for my attitude, I couldn't just blurt out that I'm getting laid regularly by the hottest, most lovable guy on the face of the earth, now could I."

"Thanks, that would have been a nice answer but I see your point. What do you have in mind?"

"Look." Gill continued. "I've been watching them ever since you said they had something going on. I think you're right but I don't understand it."

"Well, my guess is that they aren't getting enough and that is why they can't keep their eyes off each other." Chris offered his theory. "After all, we don't carry on in public like they do. If they were gettin' it on all the time they would probably be more nonchalant about it. That means we may be able to help them by offering a private, male sex friendly environment that allows them to drop their defenses as well as their pants. Getting them here may be the easiest part. Once they are here...how do we get them to open up, relax and come out?"

Suddenly a light came on in Gill's brain. "That's it!" He exclaimed. "We have to come out to them first. Man, it'll blow them away."

"Okay, Einstein. And how do we do that? I can see a banner over the fireplace that says, Hey, Hey, What'd ya say. Gill and Chris are Gay!"

Gill walked up to Chris and placed his arm around Chris' shoulder. "Nothing so blatant as that, sweetheart. We just be ourselves. Look, we're always touching and kissing when we are at home. Like this." Gill kissed Chris on his cheek. "Watching two men who sincerely love each other has got to bring them out."

"Let's go for it. What's the worst thing that can happen?" They looked at each other for a moment. "I don't want to think about it." Chris admitted.

At 7:30 PM John rang the doorbell and at the same time let himself in the house. The good friends never stood on formality and knew the door was always open.

"Gill?" John shouted.

"In the kitchen, John." Gill yelled back. "Have you seen Aaron" Gill asked as John walked into the kitchen.

"He pulled in the driveway just as I came in the house. Should be here any second."

"Gill?" Aaron shouted.

"Is there an echo in here?" Chris asked and the three men laughed.

"In here Aaron."

"What's so funny?"

"Here's a cold one to warm you up." Chris said as he handed Aaron and John a beer. "I'll explain it later."

"Let's go back to the game room where the card table is and get started." Gill announced as he led the troop down the hall.

In the game room the four men jockeyed for position around the table and settled on a sequence of Gill then Chris to his right, then John, then Aaron. Before the guests arrived, Gill expressed a preference to sit next to Aaron and Chris agreed. They agreed on the rules for the game and John cut the high card so he started dealing. The conversation flowed easily, aided by the fact that three of the men had been friends forever and the fourth man was a member of their golf foursome. After about thirty minutes Chris folded his hand early and volunteered to get another round of beer. He served John and Aaron first and as he sat the beer down next to Gill he leaned over, slid his hand around Gill's shoulder to his chest, squeezed Gill's nipple, kissed him on his cheek, then sat down. Gill reached over and placed his hand on to top of Chris' hand and squeezed it.

"Thanks love."

Out of the corners of their eyes, Chris and Gill could see that Aaron and John were registering some kind of reaction to what they had just witnessed. It was obvious they were not quite sure what to make of it and were going to tread lightly. Aaron and John's poker playing skills seemed to go into the tank after that. About thirty minutes later Gill folded his hand immediately after it was dealt and volunteered to resupply the beer and snacks. When he returned, before he sat down, he leaned over, slid his hand inside Chris' thigh and squeezed it then kissed him full on the lips. That was all it took. John put his cards face down on the table and looked at Gill then Chris.

"Okay, Boo Boo. What's going on here?" The question was not asked with hostility, more with curiosity.

"Boo Boo...Boo Boo? Chris asked directly to Gill.

"What do you mean?" Gill asked, ignoring Chris' question and looking directly at John trying very hard to suppress a grin.

"Is there some house rule that says you have to kiss and fondle someone when you come back to the table?"

Gill glanced at Chris and saw a look that said 'That's it' then glanced at Aaron who was waiting for an answer.

"Yeah, that's a new house rule. Cards?" Gill asked as if everything that just happened was totally normal.

"I need to go drain my lizard." John said as he laid his cards face down on the table, pushed his chair back and stood up. When John returned from the bathroom he walked up beside Aaron, placed one hand on the back of Aaron's neck, leaned over and kissed him hard on the lips while the other hand slid between Aaron's legs and groped his package. Aaron jumped two feet above the chair; he was completely surprised by John's actions but he didn't complain. John sat down and grinned at Aaron who was beet red.

"Cards anyone?" Gill asked again, continuing and completely ignoring John's actions as if they were totally normal and not worthy of acknowledgment. After several more hands were played Aaron pushed back from the table saying he needed to go to the bathroom. When he returned he walked straight up to John, sat in his lap, took John's face in both his hands and kissed him hard, long and deep. John responded by wrapping his arms around Aaron in an embrace. When they finished Aaron moved back to his own chair.

"Okay, deal." Aaron said as he looked first at Gill, then Chris, and then John. Gill couldn't hold it any longer and began to crack up. Chris broke next and soon all four men were howling with laughter. Several minutes passed before they were able to speak with any control.

"Okay, Chris. Out with it! What's all this about? I want to hear it from you; I don't trust Gill." John said jokingly with a broad smile.

"Well...it's my fault." Chris said with some hesitation. The apparent ease with which John and Aaron just played out their relationship convinced Chris his theory about them was correct. He just wasn't sure how to proceed without crossing some invisible 'don't go there' line. Now he had no choice but to proceed.

"After watching you two interact on the golf course I began to suspect there might be something more than friendship going on. When I mentioned it to Gill, he thought I was crazy. Several weeks later he admitted I might be right so we figured you guys might like to have a more friendly environment to work in."

"You see?" Gill picked up the story. "Chris and I are partners. And you are the only two people we feel secure telling. So...now...have we hit the target?"

The four men sat looking at each other, their eyes jumping from one person to the other. Finally Aaron bowed his head and his eyes became watery. John was the first to break the silence.

"If I were in court I'd demand a mistrial. Our material witness is sitting here pleading guilty while on the stand." John said as he looked at Aaron. "It's okay A.A." John said as he reached out placed his hand on top of Aaron's and squeezed. He addressed Aaron as 'A.A.', another of their private names. "I think we are among friends."

"So it seems." Aaron replied as he turned his hand over and joined it with John's. "And, frankly...I'm relieved!" He looked at Gill. "I thought I knew you. A few days ago, when I examined you I didn't have a clue you and Chris were together. You are having sex, aren't you?"

"No." Chris interrupted. "We're having love. Sex just happens to be part of it, a very good part, I might add." Chris said as he looked at Gill lovingly, reached over and squeezed his hand.

"John...Aaron...we...we had the feeling you two were in love or in lust or something like that but there seemed to be a sense of urgency to it. Chris thought you might not..." Gill paused, searching for the right words. "He thought you weren't having enough opportunity to...oh shit...you need to have sex. And I...we want to let you know you're welcome to stay here any time. And tonight is as good a time as any. You'll have your own bedroom with a private bath and nobody cares how much noise you make. In fact," Gill looked at Chris, "a little noise might be exciting." They grinned at each other. "Now, if it's okay with you two, Chris and I are kinda tired and want to turn in. We can continue this card game next weekend."

Without any further discussion Gill and Chris stood up and started to leave the room. John and Aaron just sat there looking stunned. Gill looked back and asked, "Well?...Do I need to show you to your room?"

John and Aaron looked at each other and then practically bolted out of their chairs, Aaron's actually tipped over and he had to set it back upright. Gill and Chris walked down the hall laughing, disappeared into the master bedroom and closed the door. John and Aaron disappeared into the guestroom and slammed the door. Later, as Gill and Chris were engaged in foreplay leading to the big event they began to hear noises from across the hall through two walls and closed doors. The noises were obviously being produced by a moving bed. Not long afterward they heard loud sounds made by human vocal chords then the sounds stopped. Gill was awake twice during the night to take a piss and one of those times he heard more sounds coming from across the hall. He didn't look to see what time it was.

The next morning, Aaron, wearing only his boxers, staggered sleepy-eyed into the kitchen where Chris had just finished making coffee. He sat down at the table as Chris placed a cup in front of him. He took one sip of the coffee and looked up at Chris standing there in his boxer briefs.

"Damn! What a body! I've seen a lot of naked men but I've never seen one in as good a shape as you are. You're ripped."

"Thanks, Doc. Coming from you that's a real compliment." Chris replied as he sat down and sipped the hot coffee from the cup. "I guess the workouts I've been putting Gill through have helped me too. Like a bagel?"

"Yes please. So you're responsible for the new Gill, aren't you!" Aaron paused. "All of it!"

Chris chuckled. "I suppose. As you know, he found me several months ago after decades of being lost to one another and the first time we got together I was kind of shocked at his size. You see, in my mind I pictured him as a trim 185 lb., 21-year-old hunk. A few months later, after he got addicted to sex and he asked me to move in with him I bargained with him. I told him the only way I would move in was if he would agree to let me change his diet and make him exercise. And the rest, as they say, is history. He still has a way to go with his weight but the improvement is obvious. And one benefit you may be interested in is that he snores less, much less."

"Well, John and I want to thank you. We've been worried about his health. And it sure is better; the physical this week clearly established that. Now, when are you going to come in and take one of my physicals?"

"Chris laughed. "Gill told me about your finger waves."

"My what?"

"You know, the DRE, digital rectal exam for the prostate."

"Oh, that!" Aaron exclaimed with a laugh. "Yeah, you should have seen the look on his face when he thought both of my hands were on his shoulders and got very suspicious about exactly what I was shoving up his ass. It was really precious. I only do that with really good friends. Not very many of my patients appreciate my sense of humor so I have to be careful."

"Maybe I'll take you up on that exam. And it's all right with me if you want to place both hands on my shoulders while you check my prostate." Both men broke out in laughter.

"Sounds like someone here has had the benefit of an attitude adjustment." Gill stated as he walked into the kitchen wearing only boxer briefs. He went over to Chris, pulled him out of his chair and kissed him. "Good morning, love." Chris returned the kiss and squeezed Gill's right butt cheek.

"Mmmmm." Chris responded. "Good morning, yourself."

"WOW!" Aaron exclaimed. "I never, in my wildest imagination thought I'd ever see anything like what you two guys just did. This whole thing, last night, this morning makes me feel so good."

"What did they just do?" John asked from his position standing in the kitchen doorway. Aaron stood up from his chair, walked over to John, wrapped his arms around him and they kissed.

"That's what they did. Good morning."

"Good morning to you too." John said as he pulled Aaron back into him and they kissed lovingly. "I sure hope this kind of behavior is permitted around here." John said as he released Aaron from his kiss and looked into his eyes.

"No, it's required." Gill responded and everyone laughed. Aaron and John sat down at the table and Chris made sure everyone had coffee and a bagel.

"Gill, Chris...A.A. and I really want to thank you. We just don't know quite how."

"Guys, you don't..."

"Overruled! Yes we do." John interrupted. "For as long as we can remember this is the first time we have felt safe being us. We owe you a lot."

"Yes, thanks." Aaron chimed in. "Right now I feel so good, so comfortable, so...I can't seem to find the right words. Just look at us! Here we are, four mature men sitting around in our skivvies talking openly about how we feel about ourselves. It's just great."

"Okay, before we get too carried away with all this emotional shit, I move that we schedule a poker game every Saturday night. Do I hear a second?"

"Second!" A chorus of three male voices chimed.

"It has been moved and seconded that we have a poker game every Saturday night. Are there any objections? Hearing none, I call the vote. All in favor signify by saying 'yes'.

"YES!" four male voices shouted.

"The motion is carried by unanimous vote. Meeting adjourned. More coffee, please"

"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!"

"Attention!" Chris shouted. "I think you all owe me some explanations." Six eyes stared down at him. "You have been addressing each other with some strange names. What are 'Boo Boo' and 'A.A.'?"

Gill stuck his hand in the air. "Let me do this, guys."

"You're out of order, Boo Boo. I'll do it." John interceded and began. "Chris, when we were about nine years old we began calling Doc here by the first two letters of his name. A.A. for Aaron. Gill got his name by accident - his own. We were in the basement of my house sitting in a best kind of circle that you can make with three guys. We were...ahumm...jerking each other off. The rule was, when you got close to cuming you were supposed to announce it and take over to finish yourself off. Well, Gill forgot. He doused A.A. and me with his white sticky stuff. That was a boo boo. And that's how he got his name."

"And do you have a pet name, John?" Chris asked.

"Yes he does." Aaron jumped in the middle of the conversation. "As the physician in this group I claim the right to explain John's pet name, it is 'Meat'. You see, of the three of us he has the longest, largest member." Everyone laughed quite loudly. They were like young boys having a good bonding session.

"Okay, guys." Gill jumped into the conversation he was beginning to feel left out of. "Maybe you can share with Chris and me who is the top and who is the bottom?"

"That's kind of personal, isn't it?" John asked. Aaron found John's hand and squeezed it.

"I don't mind, John, if you don't." John nodded. "I guess I qualify as the bottom. But, we get a lot of pleasure out of switching from time to time. How about you?"

"I'm the bottom." Chris announced with a smile.

"Don't you ever switch?" Aaron asked.

"Not so far." Gill replied. "It works just fine."

John looked at Gill. "Ohh, Gill. You don't know what you're missing, boy. You have to give it a try. I mean...pardon me. I think I just put my big foot in my mouth. I'm sorry."

"That's okay, John. We've never really discussed it; it's never come up. Who knows," Gill glanced at Chris and winked, "we have the whole day ahead of us." Gill laughed as he made his eyebrows jump up and down his forehead. They all laughed again. John and Aaron went back to their bedroom, showered together, dressed and left the house. Chris and Gill finished breakfast, showered, and set out on activities they had planned separately and together.

As much as the four men bragged about all the sex they needed, the fact was, with age, nature tends to put constraints on that activity. Chris and Gill were in the two to three times a week category. Occasionally they could manage twice a day or once at night and again the next morning. More important than the sex was the touching and cuddling that reinforced their love and affection. One evening while watching a rented movie, Chris came up with a question that had been rattling around in his head for some time.

"Gill?"

"Yes?" He replied quietly.

"You told me the sex between you and June stopped being satisfying. That was my experience with Madge. I've always wandered why it stopped being satisfying. I can't help thinking that if I had felt wanted more perhaps I might not have taken this route. What do you think...what do you consider the most significant difference between having sex with me and with June?"

"Well...duh?"

"Give me a brake, damn it. This is a serious question. Think about it." Both men were silent as they watched the movie without really watching.

"Okay. You have a point. When I think back...I never got a real strong feeling I was wanted, desired sexually. And that feeling eventually spread through the whole relationship. June became a friend but was no longer a lover. Yes, I felt a great loss when she died. I'm sure some shrink could help me understand that. However, when we did have sex it was like she was doing her 'duty' or doing me a favor. To be fair, it wasn't always like that. When we were first married the sex was very good. But even then I had to initiate it. Subconsciously I knew she didn't want sex...she didn't want me inside her. But we both wanted kids and that is the natural way to get them. In contrast, you make me feel like I am wanted...sexually, emotionally and physically. When I look at you I get immediate feedback that you love me. That is such a strong feeling. Every day I thank God for allowing us to find each other. Is that what you were thinking?"

"Yes." Chris said then paused before he spoke again. "That's pretty much where I was headed but you hit the target and said it much better than I could have. And, you know, I get the same feedback from you and I almost burst with love. Do you think John and Aaron have the same kind of relationship?"

"I can't say. I don't question that they enjoy sex with each other. But to say they have the kind of loving relationship we share...I sure hope so because I like them so much. They have let comments slip that indicate things are not real smooth at home. That could explain why they are clinging to each other. If they want to come here once a week and fuck their brains out, that's okay with me...I love them. I just can't see them getting into a situation like us as long as they stay married. Also, because of their professions, that kind of transition might be too tough to pull off. Now..."

"Hey, I already know what's on your mind, I can feel you vibrating. You've lost interest in this movie, haven't you?"

"Yeah. But I'll bet you don't know what's on my mind."

"Deal. If you loose, you give me a full body massage."

"Man, that's almost an incentive to loose. And if I win, I get a piece of pecan pie."

"Ohh, you wouldn't!"

"Yep! Now what am I thinking?"

"You want to get between my legs and show me how much you love me."

"Man, that pecan pie is gonna taste sooo good."

"That's not it?"

"You're close my love, but not close enough. You got it backward." Gill watched Chris' face as it registered the thought in progress. He began to smile when he realized Chris was completely stumped.

"Okay, you win."

"Remember what John said Sunday morning as we sat around the kitchen table?"

"Oh!" Immediately Chris understood what Gill meant and wanted to do. "Oh!" He said again.

"How do you feel about it?" Gill asked.

"Well..." Chris couldn't decide how to react. After sorting all the possible responses he could think of he decided to simplify his answer. "Yes...if you really want to, I'm with you."

"I sure hoped you'd say that. It's been on my mind ever since John suggested it. The evening is young' we have lots of time. You ready?"

Chris didn't say a word. He just got up off the sofa, pulled Gill to his feet and led him to the bedroom. Gill held him up just enough to grab the TV remote and turn everything off. They enjoyed a nice warm sensual shower just to get the juices flowing. Chris devoted additional attention to Gill's ass; he wanted to make sure it was super clean for the things he intended to do. They proceeded to the bed and began some foreplay. Gill assumed a passive posture and let Chris direct the lovemaking. Chris followed the same path he had used on Karl a few years earlier. Why change a winning strategy. He took Gill's manhood deep and bobbed on him a few times, just enough to get his attention. Upon reaching Gill's ass, Chris had Gill pull his knees into his chest then Chris licked the inside of each ass cheek immediately next to, but not touching Gill's pucker. Gill was almost shaking with anticipation. Then the coup de grace. Chris placed the tip of his tongue at the beginning of the valley below Gill's rosebud then splayed his tongue out across the entire area and slowly and delicately raked the tongue up the valley, across Gills sensitive anus and all the way up to his perineum. Gill was actually squirming with pleasure. Next, Chris placed the tip of his tongue directly on top of Gill's hole and began probing and licking. Gill was moaning and gasping for breath at the same time. Gradually his sphincter began to relax and Chris' tongue was able to penetrate slightly. Chris then moved up and took Gill's cock deep one more time before speaking.

"It's time, love." Chris reached for the lube, squirted some on his index finger and spread it over Gill's anus. Slowly he inserted a finger. If Gill thought Aaron was good, Chris would make a great proctologist. After a few minutes Chris added more lube and a second finger, then more lube and a third finger. Each time Chris add a finger, Gill grunted as though he was experiencing pain but he did not complain. Chris made sure to stay away from Gill's prostate; he reserved that for penal stimulation. By reading Gill's facial expressions and body language, Chris determined Gill was relaxed and ready. Chris lubed his cock, without a condom, positioned himself squarely between Gill's legs and directed the head of his cock to his lover's entrance.

"Gill?"

"Yes?" Gill almost sighed his response.

"This will probably hurt some. But it shouldn't be anything you can't take. I'm going to go slowly. If I think you are hurting or if you tell me you are having pain, I'll stop and hold still so you can adjust. Any pain should dissipate if we stop and wait. If you want to talk through this, we can do that too. Ready?"

"Go for it, man...I love you." Gill said in a soft voice.

"Okay, I'm beginning to apply pressure against your hole. It's starting to open a little."

"Yeah, I can feel it begin to stretch."

"You're opening nicely' I'm pressing harder."

"It's starting to burn a little, Chris...come on in." Suddenly the head of Chris' dick slid all the way in and the sphincter closed over it trapping it inside.

"Ah...umph!" Was Glenn's only reaction for a moment. "Damn, that feels strange. Are you all the way in?"

"Ha, ha. Not hardly. My head just achieved complete entry. You still have about six more inches to take. But I'll go slowly. How does it feel now?"

"Not too bad. There is some pain but it's fading. Give me some more." Chris reapplied pressure and slowly began inserting his rigid flesh. After Gill's ass swallowed another inch, he winced. "Hold it a second, Chris, please."

"Sure babe. You just took about another inch, five inches to go."

"Okay, I'm ready again, it's getting better now." Chris resumed his entry until Gill's body stiffened.

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh Chris! What did you do?" Chris noticed a large quantity of precum leaking from Gill's cock.

"I think my cock head just rubbed against your prostate. Was it good or bad for you?"

"It kinda hurt but it was also powerful good. It's okay if you want to do that some more."

"You'll get plenty of that before we're done." Chris continued his penetration and this time did not stop until he was completely inside his partner. "We did it Gill. I'm in. How do you feel?"

"I feel full. Is that normal?"

"Yeah, that's the way I feel with you inside me. Tell me when it's okay to start."

"Start what...oh yeah..." Gill chuckled, "just a minute more." He was so totally engrossed on having Chris deep inside him he completely forgot why he was there. After a few moments, "Okay, give it a go."

"Talk to me, tell me what you are feeling." Chris began to withdraw.

"Ohh, it's a strange feeling. Ohh, there, I think you got my prostate again but it was softer. Now you've stopped. Now you're coming back inside. Ohhh! Ahhh! You did it again, more powerful; the feeling is more intense when you thrust inward. Now I can feel your pubic hair against my perineum. Stop a second. Ahh, yes. That feels good. I'm gonna stop yappin; I just want to enjoy. Love me Chris."

Chris had nothing to say. Gill was past the worst part, now all Chris had to do was provide him as much pleasure as he possibly could. Gradually Chris increased the speed of his thrusts and made sure to give Gill's prostate lots of attention. Probably because this was such a new experience for Gill it didn't take long for him to get close to orgasm and he warned Chris he was almost there. Chris needed more time and he wanted them to come together so he stopped fully embedded in his partner. When he sensed Gill had moved away from the brink he began thrusting again. Three times he took Gill to the brink and backed off. By the fourth time Chris was more than ready.

"Are you ready?" Chris asked.

"Yes, please!"

"Let it go." Chris invited Gill to release his cum. Chris also had a surprise for Gill. Seconds before Gill shot, Chris bent over and captured the head of Gill's cock in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the underside of the mushroom. That was too much for Gill and he exploded like never before. He gasped and yelled and screamed and convulsed until he was exhausted. At the same time, Chris was filling Gill's gut with sperm while barely maintaining enough control to stay on Gill's cock and swallow all his cum. Chris' mouth released Gill's cock and he collapsed on top of his lover. They slept well that night, not awakening until the sun was well above the horizon.

Chris awoke to the feel of warm wet lips on his forehead, then on his lips.

"Morning, Sleeping Beauty." When Chris' eyelids opened he was staring deep into Gill's eyes. Only love could be seen there.

"Hi." Was all Chris could muster, with a loving smile. He still seemed to be enveloped in the previous night's orgasm.

"You're great, just great! And because you're so great I won't eat that pecan pie I won last night. But I do have to go the bathroom. But don't move, I'll be right back. I want to cuddle."

"Let's take a shower instead. We can empty our bladders in the shower and after we are all cleaned up we can come back here and cuddle."

"See! Another great idea." They got out of bed and did exactly as Chris suggested.

Eleven months after Gill surprised Chris at the country club, Jane organized a birthday party for her dad. Family, friends and business associates attended. It was a great party. At one point, Chris was in the kitchen refilling the bowl of sweet and sour wieners. Jane walked into the room, slid her arm around Chris' waist and kissed him on the cheek.

"Thank you." She said softly.

"For what?" Sometimes Chris could be rather dense.

"For saving Dad's life. You have given back to us the dad we remember as kids. Not only is he back to his old size, his attitude is like old times."

"The pleasure is all mine; I love your dad."

"I know." Jane said. There was something in her tone of voice that caused Chris to look at her. Jane winked. She knew. Chris began to turn beet red. "Don't worry, I'm sure I'm the only one who knows. I spend too much time observing you two 'boys' as a mother figure. I see things most people wouldn't see. Your secret is safe with me."

"Thanks, you're like a daughter to me. You handled this well. Will you tell your dad or should I?"

"Why don't you. It might be too uncomfortable for him when he finds out I know. Perhaps you can brake it to him during some intimate moment." Jane chuckled and then Chris chuckled.

One Saturday evening, as the four 'boys' sat around the poker table chatting, John made a suggestion.

"I've been thinking..."

"Oh, shit, this is going to be more trouble!" Gill responded.

"Yeah, just wait until you hear it all. Looking at the calendar yesterday it dawned on me that two months from now we have a three-day weekend coming up. Who's interested in planning a weekend at one of those great golf resorts on the coast?"

"Hey, you got something there." Aaron chimed in. "And who says we have to play golf!" A big grin controlled his face.

"Count me in!" Chris replied.

"Me too!" Added Gill.

"Since I have a lot of travel experience, let me do the research and I'll make a proposal as soon as I can get something solid." Chris offered.

Two months later the four men walked into their two-bedroom bungalow, two queen sized beds in each bedroom. There was a living and dining area and a kitchenette. After unpacking, John, Gill and Chris were sitting around the dining table when Aaron walked up and tossed some packets of what looked like individually wrapped blue pills.

"Here you go, boys. Free samples. We'll take these under doctor's supervision." He announced.

Gill picked up one of the packets and examined it. "Viagra!" He exclaimed. Chris and John couldn't move fast enough to grab one and examine it.

"This is going to be one hell of a weekend!" John exclaimed.

Chris and Gill comfortably cared for and loved each other for many years to come (or cum, as you like). Aaron and John were the only people who knew about their sex life, except for Jane and she kept it secret. No one else ever suspected. They had lived a straight life for so many years it was easy to continue. As far as everyone else was concerned, they were a model of what best friends should be. The Saturday night poker games also continued for may years and John and Aaron were very happy to play.

The end.

Thanks for all the email comments of encouragement as this story progressed. It was a lot of fun to write and I hope you can accept any stretching of the imagination as literary license with fiction. I need to thank David in the Nifty Archive for all his help and encourage everyone who enjoys reading this and other stories on the Nifty to send a donation to support its continued existence.

Jeff