Out of the Closet
 by: Hankster

© 2012 by the author

 

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Chapter 2 

 

Brian and Tuck went over to Paul’s house that very afternoon.  Paul made his guest room available to his best friends.  After a short while, they called Paul into the room and he joined in their euphoria.  Two hours later they finally had a brief, preliminary discussion about the expansion.  Tuck called Foster in Phoenix, and they agreed to meet at Paul’s house the following Sunday after church.  Before they left, Doug came home from work, and expressed regret that he hadn’t been available to join them in the bedroom.

 

“Don’t worry, sweetie,” Paul said.  “I’ll make it up to you later.”

 

Of course, Randy was included in the next Sunday afternoon meeting, so the others were all business.  The meeting was of a technical nature concerning architectural and engineering problems.

 

“Let’s meet again next Sunday, and ask Jeff and Jim to join us for financial decisions,” Tuck said. 

 

The church’s capital improvement fund had about 20% of the estimated cost.  Some more would have to come from fund raising, and the balance would be obtained through a mortgage.  The men were satisfied with their first planning meeting.  Randy and Foster excused themselves and ran off. 

 

As soon as Brian, Tuck, Paul and Doug were alone they were all over each other and rushed to the bedroom.  Just about everyone wanted Brian’s monstrous cock up his ass, and he obliged them, but by the time he reached his third receptacle, Doug, he could no longer control himself, and he came gushing up Doug’s guts.  Then the other three men let loose also.

 

Dinner that night was to be prepared by Maryanne.  By the time Brian and Tuck got home, it was a little past dinner time.  Maryann admonished Tuck for coming in so late and ruining her dinner.  It was the first time in their marriage that he could remember Maryanne being angry at him for coming home late.  He vowed to be more careful in the future.  Colleen was peeved also, but she didn’t say anything.

 

Plans for the church addition were moving along nicely.  Fund raising efforts brought in another $50,000 in cash and pledges, and Jeff was able to secure a mortgage for the rest from the same bank that held the mortgage on the crew’s property.  Randy said that construction would begin immediately after Labor Day and would be done before Memorial Day, weather permitting.

 

The Simmonses and the O’Tooles could finally start planning their second honeymoon trip to Paris.  Brian and Tuck prayed that the women would spend as much time shopping as the first time, without the men of course.


The trip was very disappointing.  First of all, Chez Luis no longer existed.  The place they stayed at was not nearly as charming.   More importantly, the four friends did not find the French as hospitable as they had been thirty-five years ago.  In many cases they were down right rude to them for no other reason than that they were Americans.  As a result, the women did not feel comfortable shopping without the men, and they made them come along, so Brian and Tuck had no opportunities to be alone together.  They could not wait to get home, and for the basketball season to begin.

 

They drove directly to the arena for the first game and left at half time.  They rushed to Jeff and Jim’s condo, and found the boys waiting for them.

 

“You two go have fun,” Jim said.  “We’re watching the game and we’ll fill you in on the second half in the morning.”

 

“Aren’t you going to join us?” Tuck asked, sounding very disappointed.

 

“Not tonight.  This night is yours.  We’ll catch you next time.”  The sons kissed the fathers and wished them a good night.  The fathers went in to the guest room and purposely left the door ajar. 

 

Brian and Tuck stripped rapidly.  They just stood there staring at each other for a moment and Brian started to cry.  Tuck engulfed him in his arms.

 

“What’s wrong, Baby?” he asked.

 

“I love you so much.  It’s not fair that we have to live like this, planning stolen moments, and desiring each other beyond belief.”

 

“Well, we’re together now,” Tuck whispered in Brian’s ear.  “Let’s make the most of it.”  They fell on the bed in a sixty-nine position and began to suck each other’s balls.  They couldn’t quite rim from this position, but that would come later.  Eventually they took their cocks in their mouths.  They both began to cum almost immediately so they stopped.  Jeff had thoughtfully left lube on the dresser.  Brian used lots of lube on his cock and in Tuck’s ass.  As big as he was, he entered Tuck easily.  After just a few strokes, he came screaming loudly.  Jeff and Jim heard him loud and clear in the next room, and giggled.

 

Brian stayed inside of Tuck for as long as possible and then they changed position.  Tuck screamed even louder than Brian when he came.  Jeff and Jim could not stop laughing.  Brian and Tuck could hear them and jumped out of bed.  They threw themselves down on their sons’ bed.  Tuck grabbed Jeff’s cock and started sucking, and Brian did the same to Jim.  Jeff and Jim never did see the end of the basketball game.

 

Before leaving Phoenix at about nine o’clock in the morning, Brian bought a newspaper and read a full account of last night’s game.  Tuck was driving and he dropped Brian off at his house.  Maryann was there having lunch with Colleen.

 

“How are the boys?” Maryann asked.

 

“We didn’t even see them,” Tuck lied.  “They were asleep when we got home and they were gone to work when we woke up.”

 

“The next home game is Friday,” Brian said.  “You’ll see them before we do.” 


“Things just never work out like you expect them to,” Colleen added.

 

The plan to stay over on game nights seemed to be working out, and Brian and Tuck became more content with their retirement.  Their wives were aware of the change in them, and they were happier too. 

 

Thanksgiving was approaching fast, and every member of the crew planned on taking the entire four day weekend off.  Much to their regret, they would not be together.  Randy, Michelle and the kids, and Michael and Jerry were having dinner at Michael and Michelle’s parents, but they all planned on returning Friday morning.  Foster and Ron would stay at the cottage, but they were having Thanksgiving dinner at the Fishers.  The Fishers also invited the O’tooles and the Simmonses because Jeff and Jim were having dinner at Jim’s parents’ home.  Jim’s brother Tom and his family would be there also.  Jeff and Jim planned on sleeping over at the Lester’s home, and leaving early Friday morning for Lake Henry.

 

Pastor Paul and Doug, and Warren and Dan had Thanksgiving dinner at Joey’s Place, which was quite crowded.  Joey had prepared a traditional dinner, but the four men opted for the regular barbeque menu.  When things quieted down, Joey joined them for dessert.

 

The Suns had a home game on the Friday evening after Thanksgiving.  Brian and Tuck told their wives that they would like to go even though the boys would be in Lake Henry.  They said that they would leave Friday after lunch and return Saturday in time for lunch.  “Go and have fun,” Colleen told Brian.  Maryanne felt the same way.  She and Colleen had already made plans for Black Friday, and they were glad the men would not be in the way.

 

Brian was elected to drive, and he picked Tuck up about 2 PM on Friday.  The women were already shopping and the men considered having a quickie, but decided to wait until they were at Jeff and Jim’s condo, just in case the ladies came home early.

 

Brian drove a little too fast.  He was very anxious to make love to Tuck, who wanted to tell Brian to slow down a few times.  But he said nothing also, anticipating the joys to come.

 

The women got home at about 4 PM, and Colleen immediately got a call from Maryann.

 

“Does Brian have a key to Jeff’s apartment?” Maryann asked.

 

“Why yes.  He keeps it on his key chain.  Why do you ask?”

 

“Well, that’s a relief.  Tuck keeps Jeff’s key on his key chain also, and he left it on the dresser.  They must have been in a big hurry to get going.  Jeff and Jim are probably here already, so they won’t be home to let our guys in.”

 

In fact, Jeff and Jim arrived at their cottage a little past 1 PM on Friday.  Ron and Foster were already there, and Michael and Jerry arrived about a half hour later.  Each couple had over stuffed doggie bags from their Thanksgiving dinners.  They had to do some fancy maneuvering to fit everything into the refrigerator.  “We won’t be eating out this weekend,” Jeff noted.

 

As soon as they were done, they got naked and formed a daisy chain around the coffee table in the living room.   As usual, they made sure that nobody had his own partner’s cock in his mouth.  It was to be the beginning of what they expected to be the perfect weekend, but as Colleen had recently pointed out, “Things just never work out like you expect them to.”

 

Maryann and Colleen had planned on having leftovers at Colleen’s that evening.  Josie Fisher had been very generous in giving the two ladies doggie bags as well.  At about 5 PM, Maryann called Colleen.

 

“I’ve got a super idea,” she said.  “Don’t warm up any of the food.  Just make a couple of turkey sandwiches.  I’ve got Tuck’s key to Jeff’s apartment.  If we leave now, we can get there before the game ends, surprise the guys, and have a romantic night.  Just pack an overnight bag.  What do you think?”

 

“I think that’s a wonderful idea.  I can be ready in fifteen minutes.”  Colleen put the sandwiches and some beverages in a cooler, packed her overnight bag and was ready in about twelve minutes.  She locked up the house and went out on the porch to wait for Maryann.

 

They had plenty of time, and didn’t drive fast.  In fact, they stopped at a rest stop along the way, where they ate their sandwiches and drank a soda.  As they were eating, Maryann wondered out loud, “Do you think we should have told Jeff about our plans.  He’ll wonder where we are.  I should call him.”

 

“Let’s not call him,” Colleen said.  “He’s liable to call the guys and give them a head’s up.  That would spoil the surprise.”

 

When they pulled into the condo parking lot, Maryann said, “I know which parking spot belongs to Jeff and Jim, but I’ll park in a guest spot.  Brian is probably planning on parking in that space after the game, and I don’t want them to see our car.”

 

“Good thinking,” Colleen said.

 

They parked in the most distant guest spot they could find.  They took their overnight bags, locked the car and headed for the building. 

 

Brian and Tuck had already cum twice each, but at that moment they were engaged in a slow sensual game of sixty-nine.  Neither was expecting to cum again.  They just wanted to make each other feel good, and their mission was being accomplished.  Neither expected it to happen, but they both became ramrod hard again.

 

“Let’s fuck,” Brian said.  He grabbed the lube and started to lube his ass, and Tuck started to lube his cock.  It really wasn’t necessary.   Both their asses were well lubed with KY jelly and cum.  Brian put a pillow under his buttocks and raised his legs.  Tuck entered him easily.  They both started to scream obscenities, and were so lost in rapture that they failed to hear a key being put into the front door.

 

The two women heard the noises immediately.  It was noise they were very familiar with.  They ran to the source, looked into the bedroom, and shrieked in horror.

 

To be continued...

Posted: 08/31/12