Reunion at Forty-eight--section 12 By Ezra Randle
One Minute Later
"My bed or yours," Dan asked.
"Yours is good."
"I'm glad I kept my sleeping shorts on," Dan said.
Ben sat up and pulled his shorts and t-shirt back on. He slid into Dan's bed, but left a foot between them. "Should I come closer?" Ben said.
"Sure. We can snuggle and talk. I'll probably fall asleep," Dan said.
Dan moved toward Ben until they were touching. Ben put his arm loosely around Dan's shoulders. "Earlier, in the car, when you were telling me about your lover, I did get a bit jealous. Just so you know," Ben said.
"Figured you were. No reason to be. But I understand."
"How angry were you with me when I stopped seeing you?" Ben asked.
"Wasn't so much anger. More like sadness. A bit like I felt when you met Ellie when we were nineteen."
"Maureen instead of Ellie this time."
Ben kissed Dan on the forehead. "Just to let you know, you are still quite special to me."
"Thanks. Very nice of you. I feel the same," Dan said.
"I've gotten to be good friends with Orvy. His partner, Roland, too. I've stayed at their house half a dozen nights when I've come up to the Twin Cities to listen to the music."
"Are you attracted to him?" Dan said.
"Not at all. But I like him very much as an old friend and a great musician. Another link to the past. So, I'm grateful about that."
"What's Roland like?" Dan asked.
"A few years older than Orvy. They've been together for over twenty years. Very sweet guy. Very handsome. I could imagine sleeping with him in another circumstance," Ben said.
"So you've been thinking about men that way?"
"A little bit. Mostly just you when I do," Ben said.
"Like this, just as friends? Or something more?"
"Not sure. That's what I'm still figuring out." Ben paused before he said, "Orvy knows about us."
"How'd he find out?" Dan said.
"Both he and Roland could sense how much I enjoyed them. How at ease I was around them when I stayed overnight and had breakfast with them the next morning. Roland made a bet with Orvy. That I'd been with a man in my past. Sexually. So, when we were alone, Orvy asked me about it, half laughing, like this was the easiest bet he'd ever won. When I told him about us, he practically fell out of his chair. Then he clarified. If it was just some drunken blow job or jack off session when we were teenagers, it wouldn't count. Then I told him it was fairly recent and that we kissed a lot. That maybe the kissing was the best part. He got up and left the room. Took him ten minutes to return."
Dan had been laughing throughout the story. "What did he say when he returned?"
"If I liked the kissing, then I have a streak of gay in me. Maybe not flamboyant pink, but a definite shade of neon. Then I told him you and I had a falling out when I met Maureen and that I wasn't sure we'd ever do something like that again. He said he didn't know much about men like us, who fooled around in a lifestyle that was a way of life for him. Roland understood it better since he used to be married and has a grown daughter and a grandkid," Ben said.
"What did Roland think?"
"He approached me discreetly. When Orvy was away. We talked. All he said was don't force it and don't be afraid of it," Ben said.
"Smart advice. What was the wager?" Dan asked.
"Dinner. Orvy included me and all three of us went out a month later."
"Funny story. And here we are again. Are you going to update Orvy and Roland?" Dan laughed.
"Only if they bring it up."
"What Orvy suggested is the key question, Ben. How much gay is in us? Is it a big enough part of you to make a commitment? I don't mean leaving Maureen for me, or that I'd ever leave Jenny. But when we have opportunities or even make the opportunities happen, can you say, `Yeah, I'm ready to do that again. I like it that much. We like each other that much. As a friends and lovers'."
Ben was silent for five minutes, pondering Dan's point, before he said, "I'm working on that, Danny. It's more difficult for me to reach a conclusion."
"It's OK to take your time," Dan said snuggling closer to Ben.
Ben rubbed Dan's shoulders through his t-shirt. "Several times today, I've wanted to kiss you. A real kiss. Will you give me permission?" Ben said.
"Yeah, let's try it."
It was a tentative touching of the lips. They backed off, and a minute later tried it again, this time with some tongue. As though they had never kissed each other before. "What do you think, Ben?"
"Very nice. Just like I've remembered it. Like I hoped it would be. You might be the best kisser I've ever met," Ben said.
"I'm the only man you've kissed. Doesn't say much," Dan said.
"I'm including all the women I've kissed and made love to."
"Well, that clarifies things. You are excellent yourself."
They resumed the kissing, this time rubbing each other over their chests and bellies. When they broke, they took off their shirts, and took turns kissing each other's nipples and bellies. Both of them were aroused when they took turns brushing across their shorts. "I still have your briefs, by the way."
"Ever wear them?"
"Once in a while. When I'm thinking about you. I wore them one time for you. You could see they are a size and a half too small. But I like that sometimes."
"Maureen doesn't ask questions?" Dan said.
"She doesn't go into my underwear drawer. I've purchased a few other tighter fitting pair as well. Boxer briefs. A jock strap. She doesn't see me much in anything other than my traditional boxers."
Ben slid between Dan's legs and licked him over the blue cotton fabric. "You're so wet. I love the way you leak. Can I pull them off?"
"Please do. Take yours off too."
Dan watched Ben peel their sleeping shorts off and throw them on the other bed. Ben licked him earnest now. Pleasuring him greedily, from his ass through his taint, up to the tip of his cock. Over and over. He felt himself fading into sleep, so he pivoted around so they could take each other. Ben's cock immediately sent him into a deep pleasurable zone. While he enjoyed Leonard's penis immensely, there was something unique about Ben's. Maybe because it was his first. They each wiped saliva onto each other's ass and licked, alternating with sucking cocks. After fifteen minutes, they reclined again, facing each other, kissing lightly. "You remember that night?" Dan said.
"Of the massage. Yes, I can't forget it. How much I loved being with you. You had put me in a spell with your fingers on my skin," Ben said.
"We kissed and jacked each other off. Wasn't that adventurous but seemed like more. I almost said the words to you that night, but it wouldn't have been right with Ellie being sick," Dan said.
"Glad you didn't. I wouldn't have been able to think about that at all. Or it would have seemed meaningless when it wasn't," Ben said.
They were stroking each other with their precum and saliva greasing their cocks. Kissing deeply, eyes closed, like this was indeed a special moment. Had become special again. Ben touched his face and Dan opened his eyes. "Say it, now, Dan."
"Are you sure you want to hear it?"
"Positively. Cause I think it might be true for me, too," Ben said.
"I love you. Always have. Never lost it," Dan said.
"I feel the same, but it took you to make me feel that way. So thanks," Ben said softly.
They resumed kissing, eyes closed, and their hands brought each other to climax. They kissed even deeper as they shot onto each other's belly. Dan had no recollection of falling asleep. When he woke briefly at daybreak, Ben was back in his bed, barely covered, turned away from him, his bare ass exposed. Dan fell back asleep, thinking of touching his friend, from his luscious lips to his very masculine ass cheeks.