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Twenty Years Later
Chapter 1
They met in their freshman year of high school, when they both tried out for the football team, and made the cut. They were close buddies all through high school and college. In college, they were roommates, on and off campus housing.
After they met, they started hanging out together, and doing homework together. Unlike other best friends, however, they never had a sleepover, and never saw each other naked outside of the locker room, or at a rare threesome.
When they started dating, they always double dated. When they became sexually active, they fucked in private. They occasionally had a threesome with a willing female, but they never touched each other. One time they were having sex with a girl, and she begged to be taken front and rear. They alternated the process. Arlen Fisher (Ari) helped guide his friend's uncut cock in through the rear door. Mackenzie Boyer (Mac) was having difficulty finding, and entering, his target.
They thought nothing of it at the time, but in the light of the following day, they were both uncomfortable thinking about it. They chose to ignore it; the subject was never discussed, and the incident became a single isolated case. However, they avoided threesomes after that. After all, they were both straight. Conversely, a threesome with two girls and a guy would never happen, because they did everything together, except when they were fucking a girl. That was totally a private affair.
They both went to Syracuse University, noted for its excellence in turning out first rate engineers. As graduation approached, recruiters from all over the country came to the school. Ari, who majored in electrical engineering, was offered a local job in Syracuse, New York, with a publicly listed company. He couldn't believe the starting salary, and accepted immediately.
Mac, who had majored in civil engineering, was offered a job in Austin, Texas, in their urban planning division. The capitol city of Texas, was growing by leaps and bounds, and Mac saw it as a good opportunity. The BFF's were effectively separated for the first time in eight years.
In the beginning, they kept in touch. But soon enough they got caught up in their everyday lives. The E Mails started to slow down. The texts and the telephone calls diminished. After the first year, they completely lost track of each other.
One evening, twenty years later, Ari was alone in his suburban Syracuse home, when his telephone rang. He actually jumped in surprise. He received, and made, most of his calls on his cell phone. He would have given up his land line, but his security alarm system required that he have one. He glanced at his caller ID, and all it said was "Wireless Caller." No help there.
"Hello," he said, with a question mark in his voice.
"Is this Arlen Fisher?" a faintly familiar voice asked.
"Yes, it is. Who's calling?"
"Ari, Ari, old friend; it's me, Mac."
"Oh my God. Mac. I can't believe it. Where are you, and how did you find me?"
"I'm right here in Syracuse, and I found you with a little bit of help from Google. I would love to see you and reminisce about old times, if you want to, that is."
"Are you kidding? There's nothing I would want more."
"Where can we meet?" Mac asked, sounding relieved.
"Come here," Ari said. "I don't want to meet in a noisy restaurant or bar. I'll give you directions."
"That's not necessary. I have your address, and a GPS. When can I come over?"
"Now, immediately, as soon as possible. I can't wait to see you. This is so great."
Mac was only a half hour away, but to the two men, it seemed like two days. Ari sat nervously in his living room. He was agitated and fidgety. He could see his driveway through the big picture window, and he positioned himself there. Mac found himself speeding, and had to forcibly slow himself down.
At last Ari saw a car pull into his driveway. It was too dark to see what make and model the car was. He was only interested because he wanted to determine how well Mac had done. But then, again, it could be a rental. He ran to the front door, and waited for Mac to knock.
He didn't want to seem too anxious, so he waited to the count of ten to open the door. They smiled at each other. Ari closed the door behind them, and they embraced. There was no kissing or anything so unmanly, but they held each other so tightly, there was no air space between them. Their cheeks touched, but neither pulled away. They just held each other like that for a good five minutes. Neither spoke a word. Finally, Ari led Mac to the sofa, and they sat down.
"Can I get you something to eat?" Ari asked.
"No thanks, I just had dinner."
"How about a beer, then?"
"Sure that'll be great."
They sat quietly together, sipping their beers. Their emotions were overwhelming them, so neither could speak. They just kept smiling at each other, until finally Ari asked, "So tell me what you've been doing for the last twenty years."
"Well," Mac said, "I got married, but I'm divorced now. I'm seeing a woman, but I'm not anxious to get married again. I have a son. That's what I'm doing in Syracuse. He wants to be an engineer, like his old man, so we settled on our old alma mater. I kind of recommended it. I just drove him here, and helped him settle into his dorm room. I thought maybe I'd look you up when I got here, and we could get together. I was afraid, you might have moved away."
"Fortunately, I'm still here. I got married too, but it didn't last long. I have a son also, but he didn't want to go to college. He's an auto mechanic at a local Chevy dealership, and he loves it. Unfortunately, I never see him, because he refuses to have anything to do with me, since I came out."
Ari stopped talking abruptly to let that sink in. Mac looked perplexed. He actually asked, "Came out? Came out of where?"
Ari smiled at his long-time friend. "You know," he repeated, "I came out." He emphasized the word, out, and it finally dawned on Mac.
"You mean like out of the closet? Like you're gay?"
"Just like that," Ari said. Now he was frightened that Mac would run away. He could have kicked himself for confiding in Mac. He certainly didn't expect what happened next. Mac stood up, and now Ari was sure he was leaving, so he stood up also, figuring he would walk Mac to the door.
But Mac stayed glued to his spot on the floor. He was staring at Ari, but he was expressionless, and Ari could not tell what he was thinking. At last Mac spoke. He said simply, "For the past twenty years, not a day has gone by that I didn't think of you. I love you."
The two men just stared at each other for what seemed an eternity, and then their lips met. They began to kiss like brothers at first, and after a while they kissed with passion; tongues dueling. They kissed for at least half an hour, neither wanting to stop. Their arms were wrapped around each other tightly, and they kept caressing their backs. Ari hovered a good four inches over Mac. He was tall, muscular and swarthy. Mac was fair haired. It was hard to tell if he was all blond or a strawberry blond. It didn't matter. They held each other tightly, kissing hard, and never parting their lips and tongues. At last, Ari broke their grip, and led Mac to his bedroom upstairs.
They fell on the bed, still fully clothed, and they continued their passionate kissing. At least another fifteen minutes passed before they brought their passion to the next level. Mac helped Ari remove his tank top, and Mac removed his polo shirt. They were now naked from the waist up.
Ari threw himself on top of Mac, and roughly started gyrating, so that each of them could feel the other's hard cock through two layers of clothing. Mac began to sigh, and this encouraged Ari. He slid his body downward, and suckled Mac's nipples. Mac mewled with pleasure, so Ari continued his downward journey. He stopped at Mac's navel, and ran his tongue all over Mac's outie. Ari had forgotten how ticklish Mac was until he started to giggle.
Ari loosened Mac's belt, and began to slide his pants down. Fortunately, his underwear came down with his trousers, which were now held tightly around his ankles. Mac pushed off his loafers, and his pants fell to the floor. He thought that Ari would go straight for his cock, but Ari disappointed him. He stood up and got naked himself. Both men were still wearing socks, and nothing else.
Ari put his full body on top of Mac again. This time their cocks ground together without the constraint of clothing. Ari's hands were wrapped around Mac's shoulders, and Mac's were wrapped around Ari's back. They resumed kissing, still not ready to consummate their love.
Ari whispered in Mac's ear, "This is your first time isn't it?"
"How did you know? I didn't know myself how much I wanted to make love with you, until tonight."
"You're very tense, and you're frightened. Please relax, my love. I want to give you nothing but pleasure. I would never hurt you. Now listen, pay attention, and learn. I'm going to do all the work."
Ari rolled off Mac, and told him to turn over. As soon as he did, Ari laid himself on top of his best friend once again. His cock was nestled in Mac's crack. He began to take little nips out of Mac's neck. Mac would have a major hickey in the morning. He was meeting his son for a farewell breakfast in the morning. How would he explain that hickey?
Ari continued his downward journey, and Mac was indeed relaxing. When Ari reached Mac's still bubbly ass, he began to kiss and knead both cheeks. He spread the cheeks, and exposed Mac's inviting crack. Ari's tongue wandered up and down Mac's crack, stopping only to poke at his asshole. Mac kept sighing and purring, and whispering, "Oh God."
Ari turned Mac around again. There was to be no more teasing. He went right for Mac's cock. He licked up and down the shaft, and now Mac was sobbing. Finally, he peeled back Mac's foreskin with the tip of his tongue, and hungrily gobbled up Mac's substantial seven inches. He could feel Mac's balls shrinking, and he stopped sucking.
"Why did you stop?" Mac whimpered. "I was so close. I need to come."
"Patience, my love," Ari said.
He reached into his night table drawer, and removed several condoms, and a tube of KY Jelly. He opened one of the packets, removed the wet condom, and began to roll it down Ari's cock, which was now dripping pre-cum. Mac wanted to object to the condom. He knew that he hadn't been with anyone but a woman, and he always used protection. He suddenly realized that Ari was out of the closet. He had no way of knowing who Ari had been with, or if he had used protection. He decided to say nothing, and appreciated that Ari was being cautious.
Ari shoved a gob of the jelly up his ass. He straddled his BFF, lined up his ass hole, and sat down slowly and gently. When Mac's cock was all the way in, neither man moved. They just smiled at each other. Until this moment, Mac had not touched Ari's uncircumcised rod. Tentatively, he reached for it, took it tenderly in his palm, and started fondling it. Then he started to laugh.
"What?" Ari asked.
"Remember that time I fucked a girl in the ass, and I couldn't get it in? You had to guide it in. We were both so embarrassed, we never spoke of it. Look at us now."
"I remember it well," Ari said.
Mac was still stroking Ari's cock. Ari took that as a sign to start the fucking before he came all over the place. He began to move up and down. At first, Mac didn't move, but after a few erotic pumps by Ari, he started to push up, whenever Ari came down. Neither of them could last much longer. Ari spurted up and down Mac's chest, but most of his spunk remained in Mac's palm.
Ari could feel Mac's semen spurting up his ass, and he realized that he had cum with such force that the condom broke. He didn't care. They were both out of breath. When they could breathe again, and Mac's cock fell out of Ari's ass, Ari leaned down, and the kissing resumed yet again. It seemed that they were trying to make up for twenty lost years.
When they came up for air, Ari whispered in Mac's ear, "I have a confession," he said. "Not a day has gone by, since I saw you last, that I didn't think of you either. I love you too. When we were kids, do you know how many times I wanted to grab you, and kiss you, and pull down your pants? I had to restrain myself, but it was so hard to do."
Mac kissed him for a little while longer. "I'm glad you didn't do that," he said. "It would have been at the wrong time. You see, I didn't know I loved you like this, until you came out to me this evening. When you did, I was literally smothered with desire."
They resumed their marathon kissing event. It seemed to go on forever, and when he could speak again, Mac asked, "Can I stay over tonight, Ari? Can I sleep with you? In the morning, I'd like to suck your cock, and I want you to fuck me."
"Of course, you can stay over. As far as I'm concerned, you can move in."
"You'll have to go to breakfast with me tomorrow, and meet my son. I want to come out to him, and let's hope he doesn't desert me like your son did."
The next morning, Mac completed his quest to make love to Ari. He sucked his cock, rimmed his ass, and got fucked by him. Satisfied for the moment, they showered and dressed. Mac had to wear the same clothes he had worn yesterday. His own were at the motel, and he was sorry now that he had taken a room. Unfortunately, they were nowhere near the same size, or Ari would have lent him something of his to wear. They drove to the University campus in separate cars. Mac was going to start his drive back to Texas right after breakfast.
It was Sunday, and driving to the campus, Ari had a thought. He took out his cell phone, and called his immediate superior at his home. Jim was surprised to hear from him.
"Look Jim, something's come up. I have so much vacation time, I'm about to lose two weeks, if I don't take them. I'd like to take the next two weeks off starting tomorrow. I know it's short notice, but I need the time off desperately."
"Sure," Jim said. "I can't even remember when you took your last vacation, and if I recall correctly, you came back ahead of schedule. Well yes, I would have liked a little bit more notice, but take your two weeks off, and Ari, don't come back prematurely. I'll see you in a couple of weeks."
Mac parked in the visitors parking lot, and Ari pulled in right next to him. "Before we go in," Mac said in the parking lot, "I have something to tell you. My son's name is Arlen. I named him after you. I always call him Ari. You are way past the nickname stage, so to avoid confusion, I'll introduce you as Arlen."
Arlen started to laugh and cry simultaneously. "My son's name is Mackenzie. He's named after you, and I always called him Mac. That is, until he wanted nothing to do with me."
Mac started to walk away, but Arlen stopped him. "Wait," he said, "I have something to tell you, or rather to ask you. How would you like me to drive out to Austin with you? I have two weeks off, and after that, I can fly home."
Mac's eyes welled up with tears. "I'd like that; I'd like that very much."
"And another thing," Arlen added. "I'll be fully vested in my pension fund when I have been with the company twenty-five years. Will you wait for me until then; only five more years? We could fly back and forth at least once a month."
"I've got a sweeter deal," Mac smiled. The City of Austin is more generous than your company. I became fully vested in my pension fund, when I was with them twenty years. I could move to Syracuse right now, and be near to you and my son. I'll bet I could even get a job."
"I hear that the university is looking for seasoned engineers to teach. Maybe you can look into that," Arlen said. He didn't care who saw them, he gave Mac a big hug.
They knocked on Mac's son's door, and Mac introduced the two Arlens. Ari looked confused. "Let's go to breakfast Ari, and I'll explain everything," Mac said.
At the breakfast table Mac's son saw a purple hickey on his father's neck. He was suspicious, but he didn't say anything. He waited for his father to speak. Mac described his and Arlen's close friendship over the years. He left out their sexual adventures, especially as regarded threesomes. He described how he realized how much he loved Arlen when they saw each other the previous evening. Then he took a deep breath, and told his son that they had been intimate, and he was planning on moving to Syracuse to be close to both of them.
The younger Ari, burst into tears.
"You hate me." Mac said. "You hate both of us, don't you?"
"No, no, Dad. Now you listen to me. You know my friend Larry? Well, he and I have the same kind of relation that you and Arlen had. Larry came out to me a couple of years ago. I love him, and it made no difference to me, but I acted differently. I avoided accidently touching him. I was afraid that he would think I wanted to have sex with him. Then, when we started on our journey to Syracuse, and I knew we were going to be separated, I realized that I did love him, and I wanted desperately to make love to him. He's going to college in Austin, and when you left me to check into the hotel yesterday afternoon, I felt lonely and abandoned, and I wanted Larry even more. What should I do Dad?"
"I can tell you what you shouldn't do, Son. Don't wait twenty years like we did. E Mail him or text him, and let him know how you feel, before someone else gets him. Larry is a catch. I already love him like a son."
"Can I add my two cents?" Arlen asked. Without waiting for an answer, he said, "Since the day your father and I were separated, I have not had a happy day in my life; not until your father came back into it yesterday. Don't let your dream get away. Usually I find it rude when people text during a meal, but if you want to text Larry, go right ahead."
Ari smiled, and whipped out his phone. He texted:
I luv u. I miss u. I want to make passionate luv to you. Please luv me back a little.
He put the phone down just as our breakfast was being served. Ari kept glancing at the screen on his phone. He was getting more nervous by the minute. Before he finished his orange juice, he heard the familiar buzz. He grabbed his phone, and read:
I have loved u all my life. U have made me so happy. Call me tonite, and let's talk. Maybe we can have phone sex. LOL.
Ari started to cry, and Mac wrapped him in his arms.
"Ari," Arlen said. "My home is your home now. Feel free to come around anytime, and hang out with me." He paused slightly, and then he added, "Son."
Young Ari smiled at his new stepfather, and took his hand.
"Next semester, when your dad is living here, feel free to stay with us and live off campus. We did just that during our last three years."
"I'll take you up on that, Dad," Ari said to his stepfather. Now it was Arlen who wanted to cry, when young Ari called him dad.
"Enough mushiness, you two," Mac said. I have to check out of my motel, and Arlen has to go home to pack for his vacation with me. So let's get our breakfasts eaten, and get started.
Ari walked his two dads to their cars, and kissed them both on their lips.
"I'll call you when I get home, Son," Arlen said. I want us to hang out together if you want."
"I want to very much."
The three men started to cry from so much happiness, and young Ari ran away before he broke down altogether.
To be continued...