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Twenty Years Later
Chapter 3
When they arrived home, Ari took one suitcase and Arlen took the other up to the master bedroom. Arlen threw the two suitcases on the bed. "Stay with me while I unpack," he said. Ari smiled and sat down on a boudoir chair.
"Most of this stuff is going right into the wash," Arlen said, but he carefully hung up a suit and a pair of trousers. He also had some clean underwear and shirts, that he had never worn in Austin or on the road, and he put those in a drawer. When both suitcases were empty, he was about to close them up to store away for his next trip to Austin. He and Mac had promised to go back and forth as often as possible, until Mac would be able to make the final move.
Before he closed the suitcases, he removed something from a side pocket in one of them. It was an almost new tube of KY Jelly. "Sorry," he said. "I didn't mean for you to see that."
Ari laughed. "Don't you think I know what you and my dad did together? Larry and I did the same thing. Besides, we gave each other our blessings. With our guys both so far away, I might even use that stuff to whack off. I presume we'll both be doing a lot of that."
This was Arlen's opening; which Ari had deftly maneuvered to give him. "Maybe we can do that together," Arlen said. "That should be fun."
"Yeah, it would be," Ari smiled back. "Maybe we can shower together also, and do each other's backs instead of struggling."
It was difficult to say who was seducing whom.
Arlen stared at Ari. He had stopped being all smiles and cordial. He took Ari's hands and stood him up. "Let's cut the crap, and be honest with each other. You want me, and I want you. We'll tell Mac and Larry about our making love, so there will be no secrets. I don't think either one will mind that two people who love each other, proceeded to make physical love. When they get here, we can all share our love."
"Honest, Arlen," Ari said, "I don't think I could have sex with my father."
"You're right, and you should never have sex with him. But if you both made love to each other, that would be a gift to both of you from Larry and me."
"I never thought about it, but there is a big difference between having sex and making love. Are we going to have sex tonight, or make love?"
Arlen enveloped Ari in his strong arms. They kissed, and each imagined they were kissing their lovers. The kissing went on for an eternity, and when they were ready to make love, without a word being said to one another, they both took out their cell phones.
"I'm going to call your father and tell him. He already knows how hot I am for you, and how much I love you. I let him know how I felt on our way to Austin."
"I'm going to text Larry."
Hi hon, where R U?
The answer came back swiftly.
With ur father at ur house. What's up?"
Ari was only mildly surprised.
Arlen will call my dad in a moment. Pay attention to their conversation, and always remember, I luv u more than anyone on the planet, even Dad and Arlen.
Arlen put his phone on speaker, and punched in Mac's number. Mac's phone rang twice and Mac picked it up. "Hi sweetie, it's me, Arlen. I just wanted to let you know, that you are my one true love, but Ari and I are about to make love to each other. I love him also, but it's not the same as what we have. Do you understand, and can we have your blessing?"
"I have to give you guys my blessing," Mac answered. "You see Larry just finished fucking me. We need your blessings also."
Ari and Arlen looked at each other in amazement. Their jaws hung open. Arlen was so shocked that all he could say was, "Okay," and he hung up.
After Arlen went to the airport, Mac was feeling a little sorry for himself. He was not looking forward to spending a Sunday night in loneliness. Even the thought of whacking off, and fantasizing that Arlen was doing it for him, did not raise his spirits. He thought that asking Larry to have dinner with him would be a good idea. They knew each other well, but he felt that they should get used to a son-in-law, father-in-law relationship.
Larry could have lived at home, but frankly he wanted to live on campus, hoping to make sexual contacts. Now, he vowed to be monogamous, but he'd rather move to Syracuse than move back home. Mac didn't know his dorm number, but he had his cell number. He called Larry, who accepted his invitation immediately. He said he would be right over. It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, and he had no classes. It was mid-afternoon, when Larry arrived, long before dinner time.
They greeted each other with a good strong hug, and Larry called Mac, Dad, and Mac called him, Son. Larry was not a minor, but he was below the drinking age in Texas, so Mac didn't want to make cocktails. Instead he decided on lemonade and cookies. He told Larry what his intentions were, and Larry thought that would be just fine.
"Keep me company in the kitchen, while I make the stuff. I don't want you sitting out there in the living room all alone, and I don't want to be lonely in the kitchen."
Larry sat down on a kitchen chair, and Mac thought he looked so much like Arlen, that he was getting aroused. He decided that if Larry could see his erection, he would not hide it, and in fact, he would explain why.
Larry did see Mac's erection. He smiled at his father-in-law, and said, "You look so much like Ari, you'll have to forgive me, but I'm getting hard." Larry was not being too subtle. He was trying to seduce Mac.
The older man laughed. "You look so much like Arlen; I'm getting hard too." He pointed to his tenting jeans.
Larry stood up and pointed at his tenting cargo shorts.
"I think we should do something about it," Mac said.
"I agree," Larry said, "but when we are done, I want to call or text Ari, and tell him what we did was to show each other how much we loved one another, but in a different way than I love him."
"Yes, and I'll call Arlen." Mac took Larry's hand, and off they ran to the master bedroom.
"Do you think we could shower first?" Larry asked. "I have designs on some of your anatomy, and I'd like to shower first. Mac didn't say anything, but he started to undress, and nodded toward the bathroom. Larry stripped rapidly, and followed Mac into the shower.
Mac was uncut, but Larry was circumcised like Ari. Arlen was also uncut, and Mac said that was the only thing about the two couples that was different. In the shower they soaped each other, and fondled each other and kissed without coming up for air for an hour. They rimmed each other and thanked the love god that neither was shy about doing that. They both stuck a finger or two up the other's ass. As wonderful as it felt they wanted to cum holding each other tightly, dry, and in bed.
When they finally got to the bed, they spent a good deal of time, kissing, cuddling and fondling. At last, Mac said," Larry, Son, Arlen and I made love half through the night, and again this morning before he left for the airport, so I'm pretty done out. I can surely suck your cock, but I would really love for you to fuck me."
"That's a plan I can live with," Larry smiled.
The next thing he knew; Mac was working his way down his body. Larry had to imagine that Arlen was a good teacher, for Mac to have become so expert, in so short a time. Larry was ready to blow even before Mac took his cock into him. He came much too fast, and frankly they were both disappointed. Mac really wanted to get fucked.
"How soon do you think you can fuck me?" Mac asked.
"In about fifteen minutes," Larry bragged. "While I'm recovering, let me go down on you."
Mac was so turned on thinking that he was getting a blow job from his son's lover, that the impossible happened; he had a mind blowing orgasm. It was more intense than the last one he had with Arlen that morning.
Minutes after Mac came, Larry announced that he was ready. They spent a lot of time lubricating Mac's ass and Larry's cock, and finally Larry entered doggie style.
"Please don't cum too quickly," Mac begged. Larry was just off his first orgasm, and it took him almost ten minutes to reach climax. They were both exulting in the extreme pleasure that they had just given each other.
"Let's shower again, and get ready for dinner," Larry said.
They were almost fully dressed, when Larry got a text message. He read the text, and looked perplexed. "It's from Ari," he said.
"Aren't you going to answer it?" Mac asked.
"No. Your phone will ring in a minute. Answer it, and we'll both know what's going on."
Ari's last class on Fridays was at noon. He got home long before Arlen came home from work at about 6 PM. Ari always prepared a good dinner for them, before they went out clubbing. They felt like good buddies, fuck buddies at that, rather than step-father and step-son. They had gotten into the habit of going clubbing on Friday and Saturday nights. The two handsome men were hit on all the time, but they never broke their vow with their partners, and they never brought anyone home with them.
Ari had just put a standing rib roast into the oven when the front doorbell rang. He was surprised and ran to answer it. A young man stood there. He looked distraught, and he hadn't shaved in several days. Notwithstanding all that, Ari could tell that he was very good looking, and bore a strange resemblance to Larry and Arlen.
Ari got himself back together and asked, "Can I help you?"
"Who the fuck are you?" the young man asked crudely.
Ari's first impulse was to shut the door in the man's face, but he was curious, so he said, "It just so happens I live here. Who the fuck are you?"
"I must be mistaken," he said. "I thought Ari Fisher lived here."
"He does," Ari informed him. "You look terrible. Let me help you. Mr. Fisher should be home in an hour or so."
The young man looked at Ari. His expression was totally blank, and he collapsed right in front of him. Ari dragged him into the house, and laid him down on the sofa. He raised his head, and forced a little water into him. That seemed to revive him somewhat. His eyes flickered, and he stared at Ari. He didn't recognize him, so he asked once again, "Who are you?"
Ari decided to be discreet until he found out what was going on. "I'm a college student," he said. "I rent a room from Mr. Fisher."
The man sniggered. "Has the faggot tried to fuck you yet?"
"Hey, man. None of that shit. Mr. Fisher is a great guy. His sexual orientation is of no concern of yours or mine."
"Sorry," the man murmured.
"Sorry, doesn't cut it," Ari said. "Tell me who the fuck you are or I'll toss you out on the street."
"What's your name first?" the man asked. He sounded slightly less belligerent.
"My name is Arlen Boyer. Mr. Fisher and I have the same name. He and my father are old friends, and I was named after Mr. Fisher."
"No shit."
"Yes shit. Now you've stalled long enough. Talk."
"My name is Mackenzie Fisher. Ari Fisher is my father.
Ari had to sit down on a side chair and catch his breath. He looked Mackenzie in the face. "Arlen told me that he named you after my father. His name is the same as yours, but everybody calls him Mac."
"Me too," Mac whispered.
"What are you doing here? Arlen told me that you hate him."
"I don't hate him. I just can't get past the fact that he's gay. I find that disgusting."
"Whatever you say. Listen Mac, you look like shit. Would you like to shower and shave before your father gets home? I'll lend you some of my clothes."
"Yes, I would, but first I need desperately to use a telephone. I need to call my shop, and tell them I'm sick."
"It's a little late in the day for that, but we have one land line in the living room. Come with me." Ari showed Mac to the land line, and went into the kitchen to check on the roast.
When he concluded his call, Mac said to Ari, "My boss was very understanding, especially when I told him I was too sick to call earlier, and I had gone to my father's house for some much needed TLC. He was worried because he called my apartment and none of the guys knew where I was. Is that shower still available to me?"
"Of Course," Ari answered. "This is your father's house, so it's your house also."
"You'll have to help me up the stairs. I'm too weak to make it myself."
"Sure, I will. Do you need help in the shower?"
"Are you a fag also?" Mac asked. "I can manage very well by myself."
"If you say so."
Ari helped Mac to shave, but he didn't trust Mac to be alone in the shower. He positioned himself just outside the door in case Mac needed him. Halfway through his shower, Ari heard Mac calling for him. Ari rushed in and Mac was lying on the floor. Somehow he had fallen. Ari had no time to take his clothes off. He shut the taps, and helped Mac stand up. The boy was crying like a baby. Something terrible had happened to him, and if he wouldn't tell Ari what it was, maybe he would tell his father.
Ari dried Mac off, being extra careful not to touch him anywhere near his genitals. He gave him some clean clothes, and helped him dress.
"Are you strong enough to come downstairs with me?" Ari asked. "I've got our dinner cooking in the oven, and I need to check on it. There's plenty for all of us, if you want to stay."
"I don't know if I could digest my food, eating with a bunch of fags."
Ari had reached his limit of composure. "Why the fuck are you being so nasty?" he asked. "I only want to help you, and I'm sure our father will want to help you when he gets home."
"What do you mean `our father'?" Mac asked.
Ari realized his error, and decided to tell Mac the truth. Mac hated him and Arlen anyhow. Arlen is my step-father. He and my dad are partners, life partners. Get used to the idea straight boy, because it isn't going to change."
"Wow," Mac blurted out. "I always wanted a brother, but I didn't expect him to be a fag."
"Okay Mac, I've had enough. For your information you have two fag brothers. I have a partner also. If you don't stop with this nasty talk, your dad will kick you out. I would do it right now, but this isn't my house. Why can't you just trust that we want to help you with whatever has happened to you?"
Mac didn't answer. He just looked at Ari blankly. Just then the front door opened and Arlen came in. He saw Mac, and mumbled, "What the fuck?"
Mac jumped up, ran to his father and collapsed in Arlen's strong hands. "Daddy, daddy," he cried. "Something terrible has happened. Please help me."
To be continued...