Out of the Closet
by:
Hankster
© 2012 by the author
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Author’s Note: This is a sequel to ‘Brian and Tucker,’ ‘My Boss and I,’ and ‘The Crew.’
Chapter 1
Both houses were sold. Most of the furnishings in each house had been donated to charity. A single moving truck loaded the few remaining contents of each house, and the personal belongings of each couple. It would take the truck approximately three hours to drive from Phoenix to Lake Henry, upstate. Once there, the driver would find two lovely adjoining lake front cottages, and the truck would be unloaded.
Tucker and Maryann Simmons, and Colleen and Brian O’Toole, were about to begin their retirement, and were looking forward to spending their golden years in Lake Henry, Arizona. The two couples had been friends since they met on their honeymoons in Paris. In fact, they had been closer than most brothers and sisters.
Just up the road, Tuck’s son, Jeff, his partner, Jim, and four of their closest friends jointly owned a cottage which they occupied almost every weekend of the year, and for summer vacations. Most of the time all six men were in residence, but each couple also came separately or two at a time. Nonetheless, the cottage was usually occupied and filled with love.
The retiring couples moved on a Monday and were settled in by Tuesday. There had been little to do. Their new homes had been furnished and used intermittently for the past two years. They couldn’t wait for Jeff and his friends to arrive for the weekend. They knew a good many of the inhabitants of Lake Henry, and began socializing almost immediately.
On Wednesday evening, Maryann made her first dinner party. She could have invited a dozen people, but she just didn’t have enough room. She invited Josie and Jason Fisher, who owned the general store, Pastor Paul Patterson and his partner, Doug Jones, and the O’Tooles. The O’Tooles and the Simmonses were Catholics, but there was no Catholic church in town or anywhere nearby. They had fallen in love with Paul and his friendly little church, and had been worshipping there for the past two years.
On Thursday evening, the O’Tooles invited Warren Jones, the town sheriff, and his partner Dan Harriman, the realtor who sold them their property, Warren’s nephew, Randy, his wife Michelle, and the Simmonses. Randy was the contractor who built their new homes, and Michelle was the sister of Michael Collins, one of their godson Jeff’s best friends.
On Friday evening the two couples sat together on Colleen and Brian’s porch waiting for their boys, the crew, to arrive from Phoenix. When they all arrived, they would be going to Joey’s Place for a chicken and rib barbequed dinner. The sons said they would call when they got there. They did not want the retirees coming over to their place, because immediately upon arrival, the six men got naked. Since their parents had set up a dinner date, Jeff and Jim stayed clothed, but Michael and Jerry, Ron and Foster declined the invitation and began to strip immediately. Even before Jeff and Jim left to pick up their parents, the other four guys were frolicking in one of the bedrooms.
Jeff and Jim parked their seven seater van in front of the O’Tooles house and ran to the porch. During the greeting of hugs and kisses, someone yelled, “Surprise.”
Out of the house came Brian and Colleen’s daughter, Mackenzie, her husband Paul, and their two daughters Amy, 5, and Beatrice, 3. There followed another round of hugs and kisses, and then they took two cars to the restaurant. Colleen was able to get a baby sitter for the two little ones. Joey greeted them all like old friends. As usual he served family style. Bowlfuls of barbequed chicken and ribs, corn on the cob, baked beans, corn bread and other assorted goodies filled the table. Tuck ordered two pitchers of beer.
When Jeff finished his ribs, he excused himself to go to the bathroom. He desperately wanted to wash up. The wet naps were not going to cut it. Tuck said that he needed to go too.
When they were alone in the bathroom, Jeff
asked, “What’s up Dad? You look a little down.”
“You’re right, kiddo,” he said. “Now that the women are around all the time,
Brian and I have very little chance to get together. We each have a key to your
cottage, but no opportunities.”
“Bummer,” Jeff said. “Do you think the ladies
would get upset if you told them that you wanted to go skinny dipping with us
tomorrow?”
“I could test it out. Saturday is the day they have their hair done and wander
the aisles of Walmart for a bit. They might be glad to know we have something
to do.”
Jeff kissed his dad on the lips and grabbed his package. “Good luck,” he said. “I’d like some of this stuff in my mouth too.” Then he added, “And Brian up my ass.” They both left the bathroom laughing and went back to the party.
When Jeff and Jim got home, their four friends were sleeping peacefully, having thoroughly exhausted themselves. They went to bed, and Jeff told Jim what his father had told him.
“That sucks,” Jim said. “Who woulda thunk that retirement would kill their sex lives? So to speak, that is.”
“Yes, what a tangled web they wove, when first
they fell in love, and practiced to deceive.” Jeff paraphrased Shakespeare.
“Think baby, maybe we can help them out.”
Jim laughed. “We can’t use the old fishing trip ruse, or the long business
lunches any more.”
“I know. There must be some new tricks, we can
invent that also include us. I’m hot for those two old guys also you know.”
“I know it well,” Jim said as he leaned over to kiss Jeff good night. “Let’s
sleep on it.”
Ron and Grant got up early to help Ron’s father, Jason Fisher, in the store. It was high season in Lake Henry and the help was much appreciated. The remaining four inhabitants of the cottage were sleeping soundly when Jeff’s phone rang. It rang several times before Jeff woke up and by the time he found his phone and answered it, there was a message for him.
“Good morning son. Brian and I are coming over in a few minutes. The ladies are delighted that we are spending the day with our boys.”
Jeff didn’t bother to put on any clothes. He made sure the front door was unlocked and went into the bathroom to brush his teeth. Jim was wide awake now and followed him into the bathroom.
Brian and Tucker rushed into the house and
headed for the fourth bedroom, which had been assigned to them. “We’ll see you
later,” he whispered to Jeff and Jim. We need to be alone right now.”
“Sure,” Jeff said, and he and Jim went back to bed.
It was mid morning before Brian and Tuck emerged from their room and showered. They found Jeff, Jim, Michael and Jerry sitting on the porch, sipping coffee, and facing the lake. Of course, the four men were naked as were Brian and Tuck. Michael and Jerry jumped up and embraced the older men. Hard cocks rubbed together.
After everyone was seated, Michael asked, “How’s my sister and her family.”
“Just great,” Brian answered. “She and Randy had dinner with us last Thursday evening.”
“Come in the kitchen,” Jim said. “I’ll make you breakfast.”
“Just coffee for me,” Tuck said.
“Same for me,” Brian echoed.
Michael gave Jerry a knowing look. “Let’s go for a swim,” he said. He and Jerry jumped up and headed for the lake.
As soon as fathers and sons were alone, they embraced in a four way hug. Coffee was forgotten as they headed for the bedroom. Even though both fathers had just cum twice, they were as hard as rocks. Brian was able to fuck both Jeff and Jim even if he didn’t cum again, and everyone was able to enjoy oral sex. The older men were delighted to have their sons gush down their throats.
When they were finished, Tuck said, “Thanks. I
needed that.”
“Me too,” Brian agreed.
They showered, and when Jerry and Michael came in the house, the foursome were sitting at the kitchen table having iced coffee and chocolate chip cookies. Jerry and Michael joined the group and Jeff told them about his fathers’ problem. “We need to think of a way to get them alone for a few days.”
“How about this?” Michael asked. “You tell the ladies that your old firm has asked you to help them out by doing a consulting job in Tucson or some such place. Tell them that the firm would like you to do this every so often, maybe twice a year. That’s not too much and shouldn’t raise suspicions.”
“That might work,” Brian murmured.
“Good thinking, Michael,” Tuck said.
“You could actually stay with us in Phoenix,” Jim said.
At the beginning of their marriages, before they had children, Maryann and Tuck
had the O’Tooles for dinner every other night, and Colleen and Brian had them
over the alternate nights. The only exception was when they went out to dinner,
which in the early days was not often. They resumed this practice in Lake
Henry.
Dinner Monday night was at Maryann and Tuck. “Listen up everybody,” Tuck said.
“Brian and I need to ask you something. We both got calls from our old firm,
and we were asked to do a consulting job for them in Tucson. It would be for a
week. What do you think?”
Maryann spoke up first. “That’s wonderful. We can always use the extra
money.” Brian and Tuck hadn’t thought of that.
Then Colleen said, “And since we girls aren’t working anymore, we’ll go with
you, and have a nice little vacation.”
DISASTER!!
The next day the men had to pretend to have gotten a call while the girls were out shopping, cancelling the trip. “However, they were glad to hear that we are available for consulting in the future,” Brian said.
Tuck called the boys to tell them their plan
hadn’t worked. Jeff came up with another idea. “Why don’t you renew your
season tickets to The Suns home games? You can tell your wives that on game
nights you’ll stay over at our place, since it would be too late to drive home.”
“That might work. I’ll let you know.”
Two days later they were sitting at the lake sunning themselves, when Brian suddenly yelled out, “I’d still like to go on vacation. How would you guys like to go back to Paris for a second honeymoon and to celebrate our thirty-fifth wedding anniversaries?” The two women shrieked their approval, and Tuck got a stirring in his groin. They had actually celebrated that anniversary two weeks ago.
It was the middle of July and Maryann said, “Let’s go right after Labor Day.” Paris should be lovely that time of year.
“Tuck and I will make all the arrangements,” Brian said, hoping that would give him some alone time with Tuck.
“Yes, yes,” Maryann yelled. “Let’s do it.”
The girls were so happy that Tuck tested the basketball idea on them. The men were blessed. The girls didn’t mind at all, and even remarked that it would give the men some bonding time with Jeff and Jim.
Then another celestial opportunity presented itself. On Thursday Tucker got a call from Pastor Paul.
“Tuck,” he said, “I need a favor from you.”
“Sure, Paul, anything. You know how much I love you. What is it?”
“It’s very good news actually. The population of Lake Henry is growing rapidly. Of course, most of the growth can be attributed to summer residents, but there are many year rounders moving in also, like yourselves. Well the church is getting too small, and The Board has elected to construct an addition. Foster is going to do the architectural plans pro bono, and Randy has volunteered to do the construction at cost. Would you and Brian agree to be the liaisons between the church, Foster, and Randy? I figure that your engineering backgrounds will be just what the preacher ordered.”
Tuck’s mind was operating in high gear. Of course, he and Brian would do it, but this was a great opportunity. He could create meetings with Paul at his house. When Paul had first met Doug, he, Brian and they had shared a motel room as well as themselves. During the construction period, even if Doug and Paul were no longer willing to share themselves, Tuck was sure that they wouldn’t mind giving him and Brian the opportunity to be together.
Very quietly Tuck said, “Of course we’ll do it, Paul. It will be an honor and a pleasure. When can Brian and I come over to discuss it?”
To be continued...
Posted: 08/24/12