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Fantasies For Life: Epilogue 1
The evening after Chris sends Chapter 7 to Nifty, he sits quietly at home surfing the web for local volunteering organizations trying to decide which activity will be right for him to devote some time to. There are a couple of programs that help disadvantaged boys, one that helps the elderly, and another that helps AIDS victims. All are admirable projects but each has its own risks.
"Ringgg...ringgg...ringgg."
"Hello?"
"Hi Chris! Are you finally retired?"
"You bet, buddy! Glad to hear your voice. You're calling a little early aren't you?" Chris and Gill just talked two days ago.
"Well, I'm feeling lonely and wanted to hear your voice again. Any chance you might spend a few of your retirement days with me sometime soon?"
"Man, you must be clairvoyant! I was just thinking about you yesterday and couldn't come up with any feeble excuse to come for a visit."
"Shit! You don't need an excuse, how soon can you get here? Time's a wastin'."
"I'd leave now if it weren't so late. Suppose I leave tomorrow morning. That will put me on your doorstep the next afternoon. Is that too soon?"
"Naah. I'll be waiting for you. And bring your golf clubs. You can't begin to imagine how much fun we're going to have."
Chris left early the next morning. His route took him through the city where his son lived and he spent the night. Chris had a deep, loving relationship with his son. That was the result of the commitment he made when his son was eleven years old. He promised he would always be there when his son needed him, and he was. They worked through the difficult teen years together and came through them more strongly bonded than Chris thought possible. Mind you, Chris and his daughter got along well too. She just shared a similar bond with her mother.
About 2:15 PM the second day of the drive, Chris pulled into Gill's driveway and honked the horn. Gill came out to greet him, helped Chris carry his bags into the house and dropped then in the guestroom. As Chris walked past the master bedroom he glanced in and memories of his last visit came flooding back. After the obligatory welcoming conversations it was time for dinner. Gill insisted they go the country club. That is where Gill had been eating most of his evening meals since his wife died, except for the ones his daughter Jane fixed for him.
When the waiter arrived to take their orders, Chris gave him the once over and decided he was definitely a keeper. Very cute with big ears, long neck, slender hips with a nice rounded butt. Probably 18 years old, 5' 8" and 145 lb. Gill ordered first, chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes and gravy, and peas. Chris couldn't avoid correlating those menu choices with Gill's weight. Chris ordered a grilled chicken salad with low fat honey mustard dressing. When the meal was done, the waiter removed the empty dishes and brought coffee for each man and the dinner talk continued. After a pregnant pause in conversation, Gill began again.
"Chris?" Gill asked. "I have a question. If it doesn't make any sense, just forget it. Okay?"
"Ask away." Chris replied as he reached for the water glass.
"I'm curious..." Gill paused for a moment then continued. "Are you Rick...and am I your trusted friend Glenn?
Chris was just beginning to swallow some water. It caught in his throat causing him to gag and cough. He spewed water all over himself and the table. He managed to set the glass down on the table without spilling any more water as he turned the chair sideways and bent over in a coughing frenzy. Gill jumped out of his chair trying to reach Chris to give him help. The waiter was even faster. He was at Chris' side immediately and began rapping the middle of Chris' back. In an effort to stabilize himself Chris reached for anything he could get his hand on. Unable to see where he was placing his hand because is eyes were closed, Chris just grabbed hold something long and meaty and covered with cloth. "Umph!" Chris heard to his immediate left as he squeezed the object trying to identify it. By now he was able to open his eyes and could see he had hold of the waiter's crotch. Immediately Chris released his prize but he knew he had held something of substance. His coughing subsided and he was able to sit up. He looked at the waiter.
"I'm sorry." Chris said very quietly and sheepishly to the waiter as a guilty smile spread across his face.
"Not a problem, sir. Any time." The waiter replied with a provocative grin. Chris' smile changed from one of guilt to one of acknowledgment. The waiter must have noticed Chris checking him out earlier.
"Chris! You okay?" Gill asked with concern.
"Yeah, (cough...cough). You sure have shitty timing on your questions." He looked across the table at Gill who had returned to his seat and stared at him for a while. Chris was at a loss as to how to respond to that question.
After sitting and staring at each other for over a minute Chris said, "Don't you think we need to go the house and talk about this?"
"That's exactly what I was thinking." Gill said with a knowing smile as he pushed his chair back and stood. Chris left a tip worth 100 percent of the tab. The feel he got was worth it. And, you never know where the future might lead.
Chris and Gill sat down at the kitchen table. Gill opened the conversation.
"Did I score a bulls eye?"
"Right. You've been reading the Nifty."
"Yes, and I have to say I really liked your story. You did write it didn't you?"
"Yes."
"Well, it was going great. Then I got to the chapter about Taiwan. That story was just too familiar. Only one person could have written it. Unless someone else heard the story from you and wrote about it. But the detail was just too detailed. When I got to the last chapter I knew it was you. I...I...I just don't know what to say."
"Well...I don't know what to say about learning you read the Nifty. Are you gay? Before you answer that, let me confess a few things. I have struggled with being gay or not being gay all my life. The two encounters I wrote about in 'Fantasies' are true. And Todd and Karl are the only two men I have ever had sex with. In other words, I don't have a lot of experience."
"At least you changed the names to protect the guilty." Gill added.
"Except for Karl and Max. Those are their real names. Due to the circumstances I didn't feel I would be putting them at risk. And I still love Karl so much I wanted to give him proper credit for bringing me so much happiness. Any way, you now know all there is to know about me and my sex life; if that is of any interest."
"Well, let me try to even the score a little, if that's possible, with a few confessions of my own." Gill began. He briefly explained he had two high school friends with whom he experimented but their exploration never approached Chris's experiences. He always had a curious interest in boys, then men. Above all, he confessed he was physically attracted to Chris when they were together in Taiwan. He just refused to admit it to himself. Gill's married life pretty much paralleled Chris'. Only after his wife died did Gill discover erotica on the internet, he has so much spare time to fill. Now, here they were, staring at each other across a kitchen table.
"You are just as good looking now as you were when we were 20 years old. And your body is...wow. But look at me. In your story you were attracted to me. Do you still feel that way even though I'm carrying a few extra pounds of flesh?"
"Oh, hell yes. It's you I'm attracted to, not just your body. It's your crazy laugh, your sense of humor, your little boy spirit of adventure, your smile, your welcoming eyes, your scent, the whole package. When you held me in your arms the last time I was here I was in heaven. In that last chapter of my story I worked very hard to find exactly the right words to describe how I felt. I can't say it any better than that."
"Any chance we might have sex some day?" Gill asked.
" Any chance you need to take a shit in the next twenty-four hours?" Chris replied with a grin. "You want me right here on the table?"
"Actually, I was thinking of something a little more comfortable. But...I'm in virgin territory here...literally. I'm not even sure I know what I want. Except that I want to hold you and feel you close to me."
"Look. Have you ever fantasized about us having sex?" Chris was beginning to figure out that in spite of reading stories in Nifty Gill was still a little naive when it came to gay sex.
"Well...yes."
"Do you see yourself above me or below me?" Chris could feel his manhood beginning to come to life.
"Above you."
"Good. That's the way I see you too." Chris paused while he studied Gill's body language. He was obviously nervous. "What's the matter babe? You're having trouble with this aren't you."
"Yes." Gill said softly. Neither man spoke for several moments. "It seems like I've spent my whole life hiding from this, keeping people at arms length, not allowing them to see inside me. Now...it's hard to let go." Chris waited for Gill to continue. Tears were forming in his friend's eyes. "I've built so many walls. If I tear them down I'm not sure I can survive." Gill's head was bowed. His eyes were closed. He lowered his head into his arms, which were folded on the table in front of him, and he began to sob. "Chris...I'm scared." He pleaded.
Chris reached across the table, placed his right hand on the back of Gill's head and stroked Gill's hair. "It's okay, Gill. It's okay. We don't have to do anything if you don't want to." Chris said quietly. "You're safe with me. I trust you."
After several quiet, thoughtful minutes Gill lifted his head slowly, looked at Chris through watery eyes, shoved his chair back stood up and began walking. Chris also stood and began walking. When they reached the end of the table they wrapped their arms around each other and for the first time each looked in the other's eyes and saw the love that was there. Their lips met and they kissed, softly, cautiously at first. Chris knew enough to wait and let Gill proceed at his own pace. Soon Gill was pressing his lips more firmly against Chris. Then Chris felt Gill's lips part slightly and his tongue began sliding along Chris' lips. Chris slowly parted his lips to invited Gill's tongue to enter. Haltingly, Gill's tongue began probing the space just opened to it. Suddenly the dam broke and Gill's tongue was thrusting deep into Chris' oral cavity, probing everywhere. Chris could hear Gill inhaling and exhaling loudly, rapidly, deeply and excitedly through his nostrils. Gill began moaning loudly. He moved his kisses to Chris' face and neck. Chris could easily feel Gill's substantial erection through four layers of fabric. Then, just as quickly as it started, it stopped. Gill peered down into Chris' eyes.
"I'm scared as hell but I don't want to stop. I want you."
Chris knew that Gill was reaching somewhere deep inside his being and summoning the courage he needed to continue.
"I'm yours. I trust you. Trust me." Chris took hold of Gill's hand, looked into his eyes and began walking, watching to see if Gill was going to resist or follow willingly. He followed, straight to the master bedroom. Chris felt he needed to take the lead while, at the same time, making it seem like Gill was in charge. Chris stopped near the end of the bed, slipped his shoes off, turned and faced Gill.
"Would you like to undress me?"
"Y...Yes." Gill said softly, a smile was beginning to replace the serious, concerned look that had captured his face. They just stared at each other in silence for a few moments then, with trembling hands Gill began unbuttoning Chris' shirt. The last button was still inside Chris' pants and Gill had to pull the shirt up to get to it. Then he pulled the shirt completely out of Chris' pants and stood staring at the exposed male chest before him. Gill's right hand came up and touched the middle of that chest. Chris heard Gill take a deep breath. Gill slid the shirt off Chris' shoulders and let it drop to the floor. (He never was very neat.) Two hands began exploring Chris' hard pecks. Chris had to take a deep breath when the palms of Gill's hands brushed across his erect, sensitive nipples. Gill looked up into Chris' eyes and grinned like a little boy who had found a new toy. Chris grinned back encouragingly. Gill then reached for Chris' belt buckle and opened it. Working faster, Gill unhooked the waistband, lowered the zipper and the pants fell to the floor. Chris stepped out of them and kicked them out of the way. Gill now gazed the full length of Chris' hard body, his smoothly rounded shoulders, his modestly muscled arms, his flat, muscular abdomen, his sculpted thighs and calves. Gill's eyes then zeroed in on Chris' gray cotton boxer briefs and the obvious erection poorly hidden within except for the growing wet spot at the end of the bulge. Placing two shaking hands on Chris' hips and slipping his fingers under the waistband Gill slowly slid the boxer briefs off Chris' hips. As the waistband of the briefs passed over the last remaining obstacle, Chris' engorged penis, they fell to the floor and the uncut piece of manhood swayed proudly back and fourth. Gill stood still, staring at this new and exciting object. His right hand reached out and gently wrapped around his discovery. Again Chris heard Gill take a deep breath.
"Not fair." Chris announced. Gill looked up with a questioning face. "You're still dressed." Gill grinned.
"Okay, do what you will, I'm yours." Gill released Chris' cock and stood straight with his arms at his side, his eyes closed.
Now it was Chris' turn and he was going to move a little faster. Gill's shirt was quickly on the floor next to Chris'. Gill felt fingers gently brush up his arms, over his shoulders, down his sides and stop. Two hands firmly gripped his sides. He gasped. "Ohh!" Wet lips had just closed over his right nipple and a tongue had licked it then pulled away. Again he gasped. "Ohhh" he moaned as wet lips and tongue attacked his left nipple. Gill never knew his nipples were so sensitive; his wife never showed any interest in them. The fingers began moving again, downward. He felt his belt being undone, his waistband being unhooked, and heard his zipper being lowered. Soon his pants AND his boxers were sliding over his hips on their way to the floor. He opened his eyes.
"Hold on to my shoulders while you get rid of your shoes and pants." Chris offered. Gill slid his shoes off first then kicked his pants and boxers off to the side. "Now it's fair." Chris said with a big grin as he reached out and captured Gill's larger, cut member. Gill quickly grasped Chris by his handle and squeezed, getting better acquainted with its weight, length, girth, and firmness. Without thinking, Gill placed his left hand behind Chris' head and pulled their bodies together in a passionate kiss. Their right hands were still wrapped tightly around each other's pricks. Chris' left hand slid around Gill's waist and caressed and kneaded his right ass cheek. "Let's do this on the bed." Chris said, parting from the kiss.
"Yes." Gill replied breathlessly. They released their embrace and Chris started to turn toward the bed but stopped. Gill had a death grip on his penis. Rather then say anything, Chris just backed across the room to the bed, dragging Gill with him, treating his prick like a grappling iron. As they made their way onto the bed and stretched out beside each other, not once did Gill let go of Chris' manhood. Gill seemed to be over most of his nervousness but Chris knew the water ahead might not be completely smooth.
Lying closely together they resumed kissing. Chris was trying to move things along and decided to take the initiative, the bull by his horn, so to speak. He began kissing Gill's neck, then his chest, and then his nipples and gradually worked his way down to Gill's groin. He had no intention of making this a distance event. That would be a waste at this stage of Gill's development. Chris immediately slid his lips over the mushroom of Gill's manhood. Gill moaned loudly. With his left hand he cupped Gill's balls and gently squeezed them. Gill moaned again. With his right hand Chris could feel Gill's heart pounding hard in his chest. Chris twirled his tongue several times around the head of Gill's cock before sliding all the way to the base, "Oh my god!" Gill exclaimed when Chris' nose was pressed against Gill's balls. After pausing momentarily Chris withdrew completely from Gill's penis, moved back to Gill's face and whispered in his ear.
"Do you have anything we can use for lubrication?"
"In that drawer." Gill answered as he pointed to the table by the bed. Chris slid the drawer open and found exactly what he wanted, a water-based jell, and something he did not expect, condoms. He grabbed the lube and a condom. He squeezed some lube on his index finger, spread it around his hole and inserted the finger up his ass. He added more lube to his index and middle finger and shoved them up his ass. Then, he squeezed more lube on to his index, middle and third finger and shoved all three into his body. He was intentionally moving fast hoping he could get Gill into him before he had too much time to think about what was happening and maybe lose his nerve. Next Chris tore open the condom packet, placed a small drop of jell in the tip, carefully grasped Gill's still erect cock and rolled the condom onto it. 'Damn he's big!' Chris thought. Suddenly he remembered Karl's comment about Max and he smiled. Chris softly kissed Gill and whispered in his ear again.
"I'm ready for you. Are you okay?"
"Yes...but it'll probably help if you guide me?"
"Gladly." Chris kissed Gill again. "I'm going to move to the edge of the bed and I need you to stand on the floor between my legs." Chris was being careful about the words he chose so that he was asking and needing rather than directing and telling Gill what to do. Chris was way ahead of Gill. Earlier, as they were undressing each other, Chris was already thinking about what would be the best position for their lovemaking. He quickly chose the one he just asked Gill to get into because the bed was high off the floor and he thought it would give Gill better control considering his mass. As Gill got off the bed Chris moved into position at the edge of the bed on his back with his knees pulled toward his chest. Gill moved in between Chris' legs and peered down at him.
"This is going to hurt you isn't it." Gill stated, looking deep into Chris' eyes with concern on his face.
"No." Chris lied. He needed this man. Chris leaned forward, reached between his legs, took hold of Gill's cock, placed the head against his rosebud, and looked up into Gill's eyes. "Love me...please." For the first time, Chris felt he could look into Gill's soul and see love. He felt pressure on his anus as Gill leaned forward and placed his hands on either side of Chris' body to support his weight with his arms. Chris observed Gill bend his head down to watch his own cock as he began to press more firmly against Chris' hole. Chris could feel himself opening under the pressure. He was thankful that Gill was proceeding slowly, it had been a while since anyone had been inside him. Gill was big and Chris began to feel a burning sensation around his anal opening as the skin stretched to accommodate its invader. Karl was his last lover and his size was not in the same league with Gill. Chris began to feel fuller as Gill slid deeper into him. Gill was so intent on watching his cock disappear inside Chris' flesh and it was a good thing. That way he did not see the pain register on Chris' face. To control the pain, Chris took fast short breaths. When the pain subsided he relaxed and breathed normally. By the time Gill's meat was completely engulfed by Chris' body, the pain was gone. Gill looked up at Chris and all he saw was an expression of bliss on his friend's face. Chris felt Gill's pubic hair against his perineum and knew docking was complete. With one long exhale Chris opened his eyes and looked straight up at the ceiling. The next thing he saw was Gill's beautiful grin beaming at him. He raised his head and brought their lips together as a bolt of electricity surged through their bodies. They shuddered.
"I love you!" Chris was the first to declare. "I need you. Make love to me...now...please."
"Yes!" Gill said emphatically as he began to withdraw his cock from its sheath. "I love you. At last." He slid back in to his new lover experiencing feelings all through his body that he never felt before. Those feelings took hold and he increased the speed of his thrusting and withdrawing. Gill was intimately familiar with the inner construction of the male anatomy but he did not know it played such an important part of male/male sex. The fact that his every stroke stimulated Chris' prostate was purely coincidental for him. Gill's size and the position Chris chose for this activity also helped. The faster and harder he thrust the more intense the stimulation on Chris' prostate. As the power of Gill's thrusts drove Chris farther up onto the bed, Chris was ascending the stairway to orgasm faster than he ever had. He was afraid he was going to cum too soon but he could not stop it. His sperm released unrestrained from his testicles, rushed into his urethra, the semen escaped through the slit in the end of his cock and vaulted onto his abdomen. Chris' head snapped back against the bed, his back arched upward and he almost screamed with the most powerful orgasm of his life.
It was quick and powerful and stars were bouncing around inside Chris' head. He opened his eyes just in time to witness Gill's explosive orgasm. It was a thing of beauty. He yelled and thrust very hard.
"WAAAAAAHHHHH! Ohhhhh. OH! OH! OH!" Those last three OH's were distinctly different as Gill fell forward clutching his chest. His dead weight collapsed on top of Chris, bounced, then rolled off the side.
"GILL! GILL! What's wrong?" Chris yelled.
Gill stretched out his arm and pointed toward the table. "Pills!" was all he could grunt as his hand returned to his chest. Chris lunged toward the table where he saw a small brown prescription bottle. He grabbed it and as he was trying to open it he noticed what it was - nitroglycerin.
"YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH!" Chris shouted at the top of his voice. "You should have told me!" he yelled as a pill rolled into the palm of his hand. "OPEN" he yelled and Gill opened his mouth and held his tongue against the roof of his mouth. Chris dropped the pill under Gill's tongue and he closed his mouth. Chris closed the bottle and fell against his friend, his ear to Gill's chest listening to the heart beat. "I'm calling 911!"
"No!" Gill grunted. It's better. It'll be okay. Don't call."
"I'm scared! I don't know what to do!" Chris admitted and the stress showed in his voice. "Don't die on me now!" He begged.
"It's okay. It's okay." Gill insisted. He was beginning to relax as the effects of the pill began to take hold. Chris laid his head back on Gill's chest and held him in a tight embrace. They lay there for a long time. Chris was encouraged by the steady beat of Gill's heart and the steady rhythm of his breathing. Slowly Gill lifted his arm and draped it across his friend's shoulder. He leaned down and kissed Chris' forehead.
"Thank you, my friend." Gill said almost in a whisper.
"For What? Almost killing you?" There was a long pause.
"For being here when I needed you most." There was another long pause.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I just forgot. The wrong head took control of my reasoning. I didn't want it to be an excuse to not do what we did. What difference would it have made?"
"We could have done this differently."
"Man, I don't have any idea what you mean but what we did was worth it, every bit of it. I haven't cum like that in years. That was awesome. We gotta keep doin' that. Look. I didn't have a heart attack, I have chest pain some times when I have too much stress. It's called angina."
"I know about that."
"Okay. We're going to keep having sex, aren't we?
"Tell me." Chris said as he raised himself up on his elbow and gazed down on Gill's face. "Just how many times do I have to save your sorry ass?"
"Until you get it right." The two men began laughing and held each other tightly. As they lay quietly Chris began to notice Gill's scent. It was just as he remembered from years earlier. It was pleasant to smell and made him think of Karl. He felt good.
"Hey." Gill spoke after several minutes. "Before we fall asleep, do you suppose you could help me into the shower. It will make me feel better.
"Of course, master." Chris said as he kissed Gill's lips then got out of bed. He helped Gill walk to the shower and even had the pleasure of washing his body. Chris added more pleasure by drying Gill's body then sat him down on the toilet while he finished his own shower. Chris panicked momentarily when he opened the shower curtain and Gill was gone. He found him in bed. Gill held out his hand.
"Come here. I need you."
During the night Chris was awakened by Gill's loud snoring. He rolled Gill onto his side and the snoring stopped. Early in the morning Chris' bladder called him awake with the urge to be emptied. He lay there not wanting to move. The feel of Gill's body next to his was sooo inviting he just couldn't leave. Finally his bladder began to scream and he had to go. As Chris got back into bed Gill got up and went to the bathroom. Chris noticed the early light of dawn was beginning to show and the birds were singing loudly through the open window. Gill came back to bed and Chris waited for him to get under the covers. He could hear Gill fumbling with something before he lay back down. Finally Gill moved close behind Chris and slid an arm around his chest. Chris could feel warm breath on his neck. Then he felt what he knew was Gill's hard prick slip between his ass cheeks and probe for his hole. Chris then deduced the fumbling sounds he heard were of Gill rolling on a condom and coating his shaft with lube. Chris decided to lay quietly, waiting to see how far Gill would go. He didn't have to wait long. As the pressure increased, his anus opened and a few inches of Gills love tool slid inside. At first it felt good. Then it started to hurt; the angle was all wrong.
"Gill?" The thrusting continued. "Gill?" Chris said louder. The thrusting stopped.
"Yeah?"
"Uh, this isn't working, Buddy."
"What's wrong? Does it hurt?"
"Kinda. Let's try something else."
"What?"
"Roll onto your back." Gill withdrew his meat and rolled onto his back. Chris moved into position straddling Gill's midsection and leaned down close to Gill's face. "Rule number 1: If you want to fuck me, first you always kiss me." He felt the bed begin to shake as Gill started to chuckle.
"Damn good rule. Now kiss me." Their lips met and they pleasured each other tenderly until the stimulation of Chris' stubble began to stimulate Gill's passion and he thrust his tongue deep into Chris' oral cavity. Chris pulled away.
"Put your hand between my legs and..."
"Grab your cock and balls?"
"No, smart ass. Point your prick toward the ceiling and I'll see what I can do for us." Gill did as Chris instructed and along the way he stopped to fondle the equipment he found. Chris moaned in appreciation.
"Okay, the Washington Monument awaits you."
"More like the Sears Tower if you ask me." Chris said as he moved his butt around feeling for the end of Gill's dick. Once he found it Chris quickly centered his pucker over the head and began to lower his body onto Gill's hot pole. Having been opened wide the previous evening, this entry was much less stressful, actually pleasurable. Once Chris captured the head of Gill's digit, Gill released his cock and found Chris'. As Chris sank down welcoming Gill inside, with one hand Gill used Chris' cock like a handle while his other hand pulled Chris' balls forward so they would be out of the way and not be crushed. Chris leaned forward and kissed his lover. "That's better." Chris commented.
"I never knew it could be this good. I love you." And with that, Chris placed both his hands in the middle of Gill's chest and began to lift his hips, partially withdrawing Gill's cock before reversing his motion and taking that wonderful piece of turgid flesh back deep into his body. As Chris continued his rocking motion, Gill began to thrust upward, meeting Chris half way. Soon they established a slow, steady rhythm that maximized the pleasure for both men. Chris's wandering fingers found Gill's erect nipples and he began caressing them gently. Gill gave Chris all the stimulation he needed by slowly massaging the precum leaking from the slit of Chris' cock into his glans. The dance of love seemed to go on forever. Whereas the previous evening was an exercise in speed and urgency, this was one of endurance, distance. Both men were moaning and groaning, thoroughly enjoying the pleasure each could give the other. Just when it seemed like it was going to last forever, a soft, intense, orgasm sneaked up on them. Gill grunted loudly, grabbed Chris' arms, pulled him into a kiss and thrust his cock to maximum depth. That final thrust pounded Chris' prostate sending him over the edge and his cum shot out of his body all over Gill and his abdomen. "Uhhhh." Chris said as he collapsed on top of his lover. They lay there without moving for quite some time. Eventually Chris' rectum ejected Gill's now soft appendage with a slurpy squish. Both men chuckled and kissed again. Chris rolled off Gill and onto his back then rolled Gill up against him so that Gill's body was partially on top of Chris. They quickly dozed off like two exhausted children. Actually, their bodies were only complying with nature's response to male sexual release.
After a short nap of about twenty minutes Chris awoke first. He lay there watching his close friend's innocent face and listening to him breathe deeply. Chris had lots of questions he hoped to learn answers to. He wanted to know if Gill was using him to satisfy the sexual needs that were lost with his wife's death or did he really have long suppressed gay urges he was now ready to acknowledge and act on? Where was this newfound relationship going? What did Gill really want? What did Chris want? Soon, Gill's breathing pattern changed and Chris could tell he was waking. Gill opened his eyes.
"Morning." Chris said as he stroked Gill's hair. Gill looked up into Chris' eyes, raised his head and kissed his love softly on the lips.
"Morning." They remained quiet for a while, savoring the moment
"I wish we'd done this when we were twenty years old...we had the chance, you know."
"Why didn't we?" Chris asked.
"For one, I was a coward."
"Me too." Chris agreed. "But things are different now. It is a different world. Although not perfect, some of society is more accepting and there are places we could live and work. On the other hand, I think of my kids and I'm not the least bit sorry; I have no regrets about that."
"Damn good point. We subordinated our own desires for something more important. OH SHIT!"
"WHAT!" Chris replied as he sat up and looked around.
"It's twenty minutes to ten."
"So?"
"Jane said she will be here at 10:00 AM to bring me a few things. She can't find us here like this. Quick, go wallow around in you bed and make it look like it was slept in and then take a shower. You smell like cum!" Chris began laughing. "What's so fucking funny?" Gill asked.
"And you don't smell like cum?." Chris laughed as he went to the guestroom to crinkle his bed and get into the shower. He dressed and went into the kitchen where he found Gill and Jane chatting.
"Here's the worthless sleepy head; he's all yours; I'm taking a shower."
"Hi Jane, nice to see you again." Chris said as he walked over to Jane and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"Hi Chris, I'm so glad you could come. Dad has needed someone to talk to. I can already see a change in him."
Chris pulled a chair away from the table and, with both hands on the table began to slowly, gingerly lower his butt into the chair. 'That change she sees in her father is caused by having his balls emptied twice in less than twelve hours.' Chris thought.
"Are you okay?" Jane asked as she watched Chris place his soar ass onto the chair.
"Uh...no, it's my arthritis. It seems to be acting up this morning. It'll get better."
"You know, I never really thanked you for staying with Dad after Mother died. You were a big help. Dad seemed lost the first couple of days. Then after you got here he seemed to get stronger. Lately he has seemed a little lost again. You must be good medicine for him. Thank you." Jane said as she walked to where Chris was sitting and kissed him on his cheek.
"Gee! I don't know what to say. I had no idea I was such a help. But, what ever Gill needs, he knows he can call me and I'll be there for him."
"I'd like it if you could move here. That way the two of you could do so many things together. Dad says you and your wife are separated?"
'If that's not a sales pitch, I've never heard one.' Chris thought. 'I wander if he put her up to this while I was in the shower. At least a bunch of my q uestions are getting answered, and fast. I'll just have to give her the benefit of the doubt and play along.'
"Yes, we are. We still love and support each other; we just want to live in different places. Actually...I could move. There is nothing keeping me where I live now. It's only an apartment. I'm sure I could find a nice place here."
"Why don't you move in with Dad? He's got all this room and I'm sure he'd like the company."
'My God! This can't be happening. Does this woman have any idea what she is saying? She's uniting two sex starved old farts. We'll see. What else will she tell me?'
"Jane, I'd like to change subjects for a minute and ask you to tell me about your dad's health. How is it?"
"Oh...well. That's a good question. I've been worried for a few years that his heart may not be in too good of shape. He doesn't eat right but when I say anything he accuses me of nagging. If he could just loose some weight I'm sure some of his problems would improve."
"Would you mind if I worked on him? I have some ideas and I'll need your support. Just don't let him know what we are doing."
"Great! Of course you have my support! Just tell me what to do!" Jane exclaimed excitedly. "Does that mean you'll stay a while? I sure hope so!"
"Well...let's see how it works out." Chris said.
"See how what works out?" Gill interjected as he walked into the kitchen.
"See how it works out with you taking me to play golf this afternoon. That's what." Chris said thinking fast on his feet. "I want to see if you can make it around the course, Mr. Softbody."
"Is that what we are doing this afternoon?"
"Yes. Jane has brought us some nice sandwiches for lunch. Why don't you call and see what kind of tee-time you can get?"
The conversation continued until Jane left to go home. She gave Chris a wink as she went out the door. Gill got a tee-time at 1:30 PM and they launched their round of golf using a cart. Chris was not at all comfortable with Gill trying to walk the distance in his condition. Even with using a cart, Gill became short of breath at times. For dinner Gill ordered pizza and opened a few beers. By 9:00 PM, Gill was wiped out and ready for bed and he insisted Chris sleep with him. Chris agreed but declined any sex because he was too tired. Gill accused him of having a headache but was much too tired himself to argue. Again during the night Chris had to roll Gill onto his side to stop him from snoring. The next morning Gill got to the bathroom first, followed immediately by Chris. Upon climbing back into bed, Chris felt Gill grab his arm and pull him over on top of him. There was an obvious poll sticking up in the middle of the bed. Chris settled down astride Gill's midsection and they began kissing and stroking each other.
"You looking for some action this morning, big boy?" Chris asked.
"I was hoping we could work something up."
"Looks like something is already up. You ready to put it to use?"
"Yeah, babe. I need your ass."
"Just how badly do you need my ass?"
"Bad. Read bad!"
"It's gonna cost ya."
"How much? I'll pay, no matter what the price."
"You're gonna put yourself in my hands. We're gonna eat here at home and you're gonna eat what I fix."
"Okay, kiss me and let's fuck."
"Not so fast, stud. We're also gonna start gettin' some exercise. You remember what that is?"
"I've already had more exercise in the past twenty hours than I've had in the past twenty years. Your ass is all the exercise I need."
"As much as I want your dick in my ass, you won't get any until you agree to my terms. Understood?"
Gill stopped his playful kissing of Chris's face and lips and stared into his eyes. "You're serious!"
"Yes, I am." Chris fired back as serious as he could be.
"Okay." Gill lifted his head and kissed Chris deeply. "I'm yours."
"Good. Now erect your Sears Tower and we'll get you some exercise."