Date: Sat, 22 Oct 2016 02:07:22 +0000 (UTC)
From: hankbrookscc@comcast.net
Subject: Twenty Years Later III, Ch. 7 (end)

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			    Twenty Years Later
				 Book III
			   ( The End of an Era )

				 Chapter 7

Two years later, Mac's fears were realized.  His fathers and uncles
announced that they were weary of travelling back and forth to Florida, and
they wanted to move there permanently.  It was to be expected.  In Florida,
they had made dozens of gay friends, and had an active social life in the
gay community.  In Syracuse they had led an insular life, centered solely
on their family. Since one third of their family no longer lived in
Syracuse anymore, they reasoned that an inevitable diaspora would occur.
They might as well be a part of it.

The four remaining residents of the house could well afford to maintain it,
and Arlen offered to deed it to them so they could live rent and mortgage
free.  They could no longer put off making a decision.  They had to decide
what they wanted to do.

In the end, they reckoned that the old retired guys could always use money
more than they could.  They told Arlen to sell, and they would buy a low
maintenance condo, hopefully convenient to all their work.  If you mapped
out where they each worked, and connected the dots, it formed an almost
perfect square.  They concentrated their search on the middle of the
square, and in less time than expected they found the perfect home.

It was a semi-attached town house, with three bedrooms upstairs.
Unfortunately, it only had a one-car garage, but there was adequate guest
parking in the complex that they could all use.  The townhouse was in a
homeowners' association community.  All the outdoor maintenance would be
taken care of by the HOA.  There was even a community swimming pool
available for the use of every unit owner.  Their only responsibility would
be to maintain the structure they lived in.

Before agreeing to make an offer on the property, they insisted on meeting
the people who lived in the attached unit.  The men wanted it fully
understood that they were two gay married couples, and if that was a
problem for the neighbors, they would look for a different unit.  The real
estate agent, gave them the name of the people who lived there, a Mr. and
Mrs. Sullivan, who lived half a year in Ft. Myers, FL, and the rest of the
year in Syracuse. The agent was reluctant to give out the information at
first, but if he didn't, he feared he would lose the sale.

The Sullivans usually didn't leave Syracuse until the end of October.  It
was now late September.  Their fathers had already gone to Florida
permanently, but the Sullivans were still in Syracuse.  Mac called, and
Mrs. Sullivan answered.

He told her that he was thinking of buying the unit attached to them, and
even though he had been approved by the homeowners' association, he wanted
her and her husband to make the decision, since they would be the closest
of neighbors.

"What a thoughtful thing to do," she said.  "I approve you right now," she
giggled, "but I would still love to meet you."

"May I bring my family with me?" Mac asked.  "There are four of us
altogether."

"By all means," she said, but now she sounded a little hesitant.  "How old
are your children?" she asked, sounding a little bit put off."

"No children.  Just four working adults."

Sounding much happier, she asked if they could come by on Sunday morning.
Mac told her that they go to church every Sunday morning, and she got even
happier.  They agreed to come by about 1 PM on Sunday afternoon.

The Sullivans were a little shocked to see the four men who arrived at the
door.  They expected a husband, wife and two adult children.  In spite of
being shocked, Mrs. Sullivan welcomed them warmly.  In fact, she had coffee
perking, and she had made cookies to serve her guests.  The Sullivans
seemed to be in their very early seventies.  After they were comfortably
seated, and sipping coffee with cookies, Mac spoke up.  "The reason we
wanted to meet you, and speak to you, is to get your approval for us to
move here."

"I know, dear," Mrs. Sullivan said.  "You told me."

"But I wanted you to meet my family."  He pointed to Dennis.  "Dennis here
is my husband.  He's a pharmacist."  Then, he pointed to Ari.  "Ari here is
my brother.  He's an engineer, and Larry is his husband.  Larry works for
the city in urban planning and development."  The Sullivans were very
impressed.

"We had a joint wedding, and we have lived together for many years in my
father's house.  He just recently moved permanently to Ft Lauderdale, and
he put his house on the market.  He wanted to deed us the house, but we
figured it would make life easier for him, if he had cash from the sale of
the house.  It's mortgage free.  I assure you, we live a quiet life.  I'm
the handy man in the family, so we make all our own improvements, and you
won't have to worry about strangers hovering around."

Mr. Sullivan sniggered, and Mac's heart stopped beating.

"You guys are so thoughtful," he said.  "My kids can't wait for us to kick
the bucket, so they can sell the house and share the profits."  He looked
at Mac.  "Your father must be so proud of you and your brother."

"Mac, darling," Mrs. Sullivan said, "When you move in, would you help us
out a little.  Right now, we have to call a handy man in for the simplest
jobs."  "It'll be a pleasure," Mac smiled at her.

"We'll be going down to Florida just before Halloween. Will you men look
after the house when we're gone?  We'll give you a key, and our telephone
number in Florida."  The men were amazed.  The Sullivans took the news,
that they were married and gay, as calmly as if Mac had introduced his Aunt
Ethel from Albuquerque.

"Of course, we will, Mr. Sullivan," Ari said.

"Please," Mr. Sullivan said.  "I'm Steve to you, and my wife is Emily."

"When do you think you'll be moving in?" Emily asked.

"We're in no hurry.  My dad's house hasn't sold yet, but after we close on
this house, we'll be here every weekend to paint the place, lay down new
carpeting, and fix a few things."

"That's wonderful," Steve said.

"Why don't you make a list of everything that needs doing in your house.
I'll come by next Saturday, and see what I can do for you," Mac offered.

Then Steve said, "I see you drove up in a brand new Chevy.  I'm thinking of
buying a new car, for our trip down to Florida.  How do you like your car?"

Mac took his business card out of his wallet.  "I'm the service manager at
the Chevy dealership on Main Street.  Why don't you come by some day, and
ask for me?  I'll put you with a salesman, and tell him to make you a good
deal."

Steve took the card, and silently thanked God, for bringing these men into
his life.

All four of their names were on the deed to the townhouse, and they closed
three weeks after their first visit to Steve and Emily.  They moved in, a
few days prior to the Sullivans driving off to Florida in their brand new
Chevrolet Cruze.

Less than a week after their first visit to the Sullivans, Arlen's house
went to contract.  The closing wouldn't take place for six weeks after
that.  The new owners did not want any of the furniture, so the men moved
what they needed, or wanted, to the townhouse, and donated the rest to a
charity thrift store.

The first night they spent in their new home, the men slept in separate
bedrooms.  The move had tired them all out.  About two in the morning, Ari
crawled into bed with Mac and Dennis.  Mac stirred, and asked if there was
something wrong.

"I couldn't sleep," Ari said.  "Maybe it's the new environment."  He
snuggled up to Mac, and crushed his cock against Mac's thigh.  Mac turned
so that their cocks were now smashed together.  Facing each other, they
kissed instinctively.

A few minutes later, Larry came into the room.  "I can't sleep," he said,
and forced his way into the overcrowded bed, this time waking Dennis.

The forces of nature prevailed.  It wasn't long before they formed a daisy
chain, and every one of them reached a delicious climax.  They wanted to
fuck, but they were just too done out, and decided to wait until the next
day, which was Saturday, and none of them had to go to work.

As they were falling back to sleep in Dennis and Mac's bed, Ari whispered.
"I kinda like it being just the four of us."

                                                                        **********

Arlen, Kenzie, Rob and Richie arrived at their condo in Ft. Lauderdale in
record time.  They drove straight through, and took turns driving.  They
stopped only to pee and fill the tank.  There was very little for them to
do.  They had been living part time in this apartment for two years.  They
had furnished it, and had all their summer clothes in it.  They were ready
to rock and roll.

Arlen had instructed Mac to sell the house furnished, and if the buyers
didn't want the furniture, he should sell it, or give it to charity.  It
was all pretty old anyway.  All they had to do to start their new lives,
was to restock the refrigerator, say hello to a few neighbors, call some of
their friends, and join them in retiree heaven., but not tonight.  They
were exhausted.  They went to bed early in separate bedrooms, and slept
until 10 AM the following day.

When they woke up they hit the showers, and didn't bother to dress.

"Let's christen the apartment as permanent residents," Kenzie suggested,
and he grabbed Arlen.  He kissed him and whispered in his ear, "I still
love you more than ever."  Rob and Richie took the cue, and they started to
smooch.  The four of them spent half a day making love in Kenzie and
Arlen's room.

They resumed the life they had grown accustomed to in past visits, but now
they knew it was permanent.  The thought of it made them smile.  They would
not miss the snow, nor would they be going up north, except maybe to visit
their sons.  They would miss all their boys, of course, but all of them
could afford to visit Florida often.  If they wanted to come all together,
they would make do with the third bedroom, which had two standard beds, and
the sleep sofa in the living room, which could sleep two or three more men.

They discussed going to their favorite bar that evening, and maybe running
into some friends, but in the end they decided they could all use another
night of rest.

They figured that they could start living their new lives the following
day.

When Arlen and Kenzie were alone in bed, they were fondling their cocks,
and cuddling close.

"Wow," Arlen said.

"What?" Kenzie asked.

"Twenty years ago, when we reconnected after a twenty-year hiatus, did you
have any idea what a vast and close knit family we would create?"

"Not one tiny inkling," Kenzie said.  "I recall the night well, however.
Remember how we just held each other?  We didn't even make a move to kiss."

"Yes," Arlen answered, "and when we did finally make love, it was
extraordinary."

"It still is baby, it still is.  Would you like to relive that night?"

"Uh huh."

"I'll get the lube," Mac said.


After they both climaxed, they continued to fondle and kiss each other,
until they fell asleep.

The End.