Rekindling an old friendship

“Did did you hear about Dennis?” My brother asked.

“Nah, I haven’t seen or talked to him since Mum’s service, whats up with him?”

“So, he’s left his wife and kids.”

“Yeah, oh, isn’t this wife number 2?”

And by this point my brother is snickering.

“Oh it gets better.”

“What?” I asked leaning into the call as if he was sitting across a table from me.

“So apparently, he and the wife were having these threesomes with some other guy.”

“Ohhhhh, naughty swingers” I joked.

“Yeah, but she was out of town, or away, or something, anyway, she came home and found Dennis and this guy fucking in bed without her.”

“She was livid and starting beating the shit out of both of them, pulled out a shotgun, police were called etc, Dennis packed his shit, walked out and then announced to everyone, “I’m gay.”

“Oh wow, thats a big scandal for town. Local teacher comes out! Tongues must be wagging.”

“Oh yeah, you know this town, he’s already put in for a transfer because people are assholes about it and just rude, he told me he might even just retire and get out of town completely.”

“You keep in touch with him?”

“No,” I replied, “I don’t even have a number or email for him.”

“Yeah, he was asking about you the other day.”

I admit, I havent kept in touch with him and we grew up together.

“Did you guys ever fool around?” My brother asked.

“Nope.”

“Did you ever suspect he was gay?”

“Honestly, I didn’t even know what I was when the three of us were hanging out, by the time I came out, it had been probably 10 years since I left town and literally, I think Mum’s funeral was the first time in 25 years I’d seen him.”

“Well I’m sure he’d appreciate reconnecting, you can show him the ways of the gays,” he chuckled.

“Yeah, I snorted, I am a tour guide for new gays but then again, doesn’t sound like he was having trouble finding his way, but hey, who was the guy he was fucking?”

“Ohhhhhhh,” my brother said with complete scandal in his voice, “this is almost better than Dennis coming out. Remember the pastor of that big fellowship church, the one who had the affair with the daughter of the mayor?”

“Vaguely, that was years and years ago?”

“Yeah, well the pastor’s grandson….he was the boy that Dennis and his wife were fucking around with, and if you’ve never seen him in town, you wouldn’t have to ask if he was gay. I kind of admire the kid, he don’t give a shit what people think in town. I was in the parts shop and he came in for something and the guys were being assholes about the affair with Dennis and the kid shoots back with something like ‘careful, you don’t know who else I’m having threesomes with.’ That shut the guys up pretty quick.”

I was laughing because I could totally see the scene unfolding. Small towns don’t change.

“Well, if you’re talking to him again, I’m on the other side of the world, but send him my best, who knows maybe we’ll cross paths.”

My brother and I moved on from the scandal talk and onto the usual topics, the aging parents, the weather etc etc.

A few days later, I see an email from dennis74@ and the subject reads, “hope you don’t mind, your brother gave me….

I almost deleted it as spam but opened and saw that it was from Dennis.

“Hey man, long time no chat. I was talking to your brother the other day and I know he mentioned to you whats going in my life (big dramas) and I know this is cliche but I thought maybe we could reconnect. This is a whole new thing for me, partly terrifying, partly exciting. If you don’t want to, thats cool, I know it’s been a lotta years and I was shit at keeping in contact with you. But if you do, that’d be great.”

I couldn’t turn my back on an old childhood friend so we started emailing back and forth and eventually moved onto phone conversations.

The banter and chat was super friendly and easy with him. The more we talked the more I regretted not maintaining contact after high school but that’s life.

“Why don’t you come across to Europe over the summer at some point and give yourself a break?” I asked.

“Serious? I’ve never been anywhere man, the wife, all she ever wanted to do was go to these fucking ridiculous all-inclusive shit resorts in the shittiest parts of Mexico, fucking hated them.”

I was laughing out loud at these comments, “So why not come across? Use our place as a base and see some of the world?”

He didn’t accept the invitation right away but eventually he agreed and we set about making a plan for his visit.

I’d take some time off, we’d do some exploring and then he can putter around and do what he wants.

I picked him up at the airport and have to say, he had aged well.

Still very fit with a big chest and nice arms.

And a smile that lit up the concourse of the airport.

I didn’t really know what to expect for his visit.

Was this going to be about sex with me? With my husband? With the three of us?

Guess I should have just asked, but as it happened, it came about rather organically.

“Hey, I’ve never been to a gay bar,” he said to my husband and I over dinner after a few days of being in town, “Any good ones I could go to in the city?”

“You are talking to the wrong guys on that man, don’t think either of us have stepped foot in a gay club in years. Last time,” I paused and could feel myself blushing, “remember that place? Under the train bridge, with the dark room down stairs?”

“Oh yeah, that was fun, don’t think I got the smell of poppers out of my coat for weeks,” my husband laughed.

“Poppers?” Dennis asked.

“Oh god, you have so much to learn kid,” I said playfully while grabbing his plate and heading to the kitchen.

“Will you guys go with me?”

“To the club? That one?” I asked.

“Yeah, it’d be fun, I think, I don’t know” he giggled.

I looked at my husband and there was a devious smile making its way out, tacit approval if ever there was.

Fast forward a week or so, we went into the city to hit the clubs like three 20 somethings (combined age at this point being 150).

The mood was really fun.

The train ride into the city was hilarious because Dennis had never seen people drinking wine on a commuter train and was fascinated that you could pop into the station and buy booze.

We got to the club about 10pm and had a blast checking things out.

Dennis was a bit of new meat (well so were we having not been there in years) and generally, the dancing, the chatting, it was all really fun.

Over the beat of a song Dennis shouts at me, “When do we go downstairs?”

I shrugged and mouthed, “anytime, wanna go?”

A huge smile came over him and grabbing my hand, he led me off the dance floor back to my husband who was chatting up some cute blond twink.

Leaning in to whisper in his ear, “Why don’t you invite your friend downstairs, Dennis wants to check it out.”

So off we went and no sooner had we taken our last step into the red lit basement that you knew exactly what was going on.

The smell of poppers was overpowering and above the music you could hear moans, bodies slapping together and guys begging for dick.

Dennis grabbed my arm while my husband and his new friend disappeared into the darkness, “Holy shit, this is like something out of a movie!”

“Come on, let’s go check it out.”

Off we went into the darkness and I still didn’t really know what could happen between Dennis and I but I soon found out.

We walked along in the dark, everything now and then someone would touch, or a dick would swing past, and Dennis stopped and was transfixed at the ass of a man as he pressed up against a glory hole.

It was a fine looking ass and my dick was getting hard.

“That looks like fun, go around the other side and I’ll see if I can guess your dick,” Dennis said teasingly.

I think I let out an audible gulp but thought to myself, “Fuck it,” and I went along.

I tugged open my jeans and set free my curved 8.5” dick.

In my mind I was thinking, Eanie meanie minie moe….which hole.

There were a few empty along the wall so I saddled up to one and stuck my dick through the hole.

In seconds, someone had their hand around it and started to run their tongue around the knob.

At first I thought, nah it isn’t Dennis, but then I hear the cock sucker say my name and blurt, “Fuck nice cock.”

And with that, Dennis gave me a wonderful blowjob (he had talent) in a glory hole in his first ever gay club experience.

I left him with a mouthful of my cum and obviously, this was not the end of our shenanigans.

He stayed with us for another 2 weeks and if this was his coming out exploration phase, he certainly conquered a lot of peaks!

We fucked, he fucked me, I fucked him, we had threesomes with my husband, had a 6 man orgy at a hotel one weekend, introduced him to poppers, had a leather night one night and rented a sling, had a little speedo fun one night in the hot tub, and yeah, pretty much every category of a pornhub web search was covered!

It was actually a bit sad and teary eyed dropping him at the airport when he went home.

In my 20s, if you had told me I would be having that much fun in my 50s I would have my doubts but it was really fun and Dennis and I not only became fuck buddies, but we rekindled a friendship that dated back to when were 6 years old.

A few years later, we found ourselves in the tropics on a beach wearing linen suits watching Dennis and his soon-to-be husband walk down the aisle.

As he walked past us, he winked, smiled and whispered “Foursome?”