Life went on, Gerald continued to heal, physically and mentally, and Johnny and I dug into our new lives and our new jobs with renewed fervor. Mikey was a frequent guest in our home, especially during the summer months and we returned to our childhood home to visit as often as possible.
One Friday as I puttered about the kitchen trying to decide what to fix for dinner, Johnny at the dining table looking at some paintings from one of his students, there came a knock on our door.
"Wonder who that is?" Johnny said looking up from his work.
"Bill collector," I chuckled, "or Jehovah's Witness."
"I'd rather have the bill collector," Johnny chuckled as he got up to answer the door.
I was curious, but I hung back, trusting Johnny to handle anyone who came calling, and continued with my dinner search.
I heard the door open then, and suddenly Johnny blurted out, "Ricky? Is that you?"
I jerked my head around the corner then and sure enough standing in our doorway was our old friend Ricky. I hurried to join the two at the door and by then Johnny had invited him in, and as I screeched to a halt in front of one of my oldest and dearest friends I contemplated whether to shake his hand or hug him. Fortunately, Ricky made that decision for me as he grabbed me and hugged me fiercely.
"What are you doing here?" I said as tears stung my eyes.
"Just came to visit my old pals, isn't that reason enough?" he chuckled.
"Sure is, but you could have wrote me and let me know you were coming. I'd have baked a cake or something," I teased.
Of course he knew where we lived, for we'd kept in touch all
these years by mail, and by phone, but I'd never dreamed he would
actually pay us a visit someday.
"Where's your wife?" I asked then. Ricky had gotten married about a year ago and though he didn't have any kids yet, he said he and his wife were planning on it...someday.
"She stayed home. Her job keeps her pretty busy, but I had some time off coming and decided to take a little trip. I spent a couple days in Pryor with David and his family...he's still living at home," he chuckled, "I had a nice visit with your folks too, then stopped by Johnny's to say hello to his folks. But so far the highlight of my trip was finally meeting Mikey," he said grinning, "that kid stole my heart from the minute I met him. He wanted to know everything about you and me being friends and seemed mesmerized as I told him about the places I'd been as a kid."
"Yeah, he's one in a million, that's for sure. I'm surprised he didn't beg to come with you to visit us?" I chuckled as I finally directed Ricky to the couch and Johnny and I plopped down on either side of him.
"He did," Ricky laughed, "and I think he might have talked your folks into it too, except he already had plans with his cousin Joe."
"Oh, yeah, those two are close...almost like twins," I chuckled.
"You're looking good," Johnny said then, "married life must agree with you."
"It does, just look at you two. You might not be legally married, but in spirit you are, and you both look great. How are the new jobs going?"
"Great, I love it at the magazine. I even got my name on a short article I wrote about drilling in the city."
"As for me, I love teaching art almost as much as creating it. I have some really talented students, and it's pretty sweet getting paid to do what I love so much," Johnny said enthusiastically.
"That's great," I can't say I love my job all the time, but it pays the bills, and the benefits are great. Karen, on the other hand, loves what she does, and in my opinion works way too hard."
"What does she do?" I wondered.
"She's a sales associate at a big real estate company. The only problem with that is: she has to go out all hours of the day and night to show properties. If I'm around, I usually go with her, especially at night, but so far she hasn't had any problems."
"Wow, that's great. So, is she gonna get you a really good deal on your own house someday?" I joked.
"When we're ready to buy. Right now we're saving up for the down payment. We're torn between a couple of areas we'd like to live, meanwhile, we rent a nice duplex near her office."
"We'd like to buy a house someday, but right now we're just
trying to get adjusted to our new jobs and living in the city. We love
it though, there's so much to do," I offered.
"Yeah, lots of art museums," Johnny added, "Philbrook, Gilcrease, not to mention the galleries on Cherry Street."
I chuckled, "Leave it to my other half to find the best art in a city. I might add that he's featured in a number of those galleries now, and occasionally he sells a piece. We're saving that money to buy me my own set of wheels," I said grinning.
"Oh wow, before I go you'll have to show me some of your work," Ricky said smiling, "I still have that drawing you did of me and Robert when we were in High School."
"I remember that," I said fondly, then realizing I wasn't being a very good guest, I decided to remedy that, "I'm sorry, you must be thirsty after that long drive, what can I get you to drink? We have Pepsi, Mt Dew, root beer, or iced tea."
"Tea sounds good. If it's your mom's recipe," he chuckled.
"Yes, it is. Mom taught me pretty much everything I know about cooking. Johnny, what can I get you?"
"Tea is fine."
"Three teas coming up," I said hurrying off. Then from the kitchen, I said loud enough for them to hear, "How long can you stay, Ricky. Will you let us take you out to eat tonight?"
"I can stay as long as I'm welcome," Ricky chuckled, "and I'd love to have dinner with you two."
"Great, we have a guest room of sorts, if you don't mind sharing it with Johnny's art," I said as I brought the tea in.
"Any place to lay my weary head is fine by me," Ricky joked, then taking a sip of his tea, he smiled, "Your momma taught you well."
"Man, I can't believe you're actually here. How long has it been since we last saw you...a year, two?"
"More like two I think," Ricky said nodding, "I was hoping you guys could come to the wedding, but I understand. The gift was nice, but I'd much rather have had you guys there."
"Yeah, we regretted not coming for a long time, but we were young and stupid," I laughed, "I guess having our buddy get married to a woman was too much for us."
"Yeah, considering all the messing around we did," Ricky laughed, "it's a wonder I didn't wind up with a guy too."
"Oh, were there others...besides us?" Johnny teased.
"Actually...other than David, my cousin...no, but you knew about that."
"Never tempted?" I wondered.
"Didn't say I wasn't ever tempted, but by then I'd started dating girls regularly, and though they didn't put out as easily as you guys did," he stopped to poke us and laugh, "I enjoyed their company."
"Nothing wrong with that," I said nodding, "someone has to keep the population going. Speaking of...when are you and your wife gonna have a kid?"
"Soon, I hope. We've actually been trying," Ricky said then blushed, which I found adorable considering all the hot sweaty sex the three of us had over the years. Now, he was embarrassed for us to know he'd had sex with his wife.
"That's great," I said sincerely, "I hope you have twins, cause as cute as you were as a kid I can only imagine how cute they'd be."
"You think so, well...Karen is pretty cute too, so they have a good chance."
"Yes, I agree, your wife is beautiful, fashion model material," Johnny said raising an eyebrow.
"Cool down," I joked, "no girls for you."
"I don't need a girl, but I wouldn't mind having a baby with one," Johnny teased, "then send her on her way so we could raise the kid."
Ricky laughed, but I think he understood what Johnny was saying. It was the one bad thing about being gay and having a family that I could think of, you couldn't sire your own children.
"How does Mexican sound?" I said changing the subject.
"For a child, or for dinner?" Ricky laughed.
"Either, but I was thinking we'd take you to Casa Bonita. You remember the place? We went there once before, way back when..."
"That sounds great, but first I need to use your bathroom. This tea is going right through me," he chuckled.
While Ricky peed, Johnny and I excused ourselves to change, since we'd been dressed in just sweats after work. We reconvened in the living room then and Johnny led the way to the Bug Bus.
On the way to the restaurant, we caught up on recent events and filled him in on Gerald's return and what difficulties he had faced. Since his dad had a military background, he knew a lot about the subject, and suggested something neither Johnny or I had thought of.
"Gerald should take advantage of the benefits Veterans get, especially wounded ones, and go to college. They will pay for everything, and he can expand his knowledge of aircraft and even get a commercial pilots license if he wants."
"Wow, that's a great idea. Maybe he could find a school here in Tulsa and move close to us."
"Yeah, or...we could get a bigger place and he could live with us," Johnny suggested.
"Well, he might prefer his privacy, but as far as I'm concerned that would be fine."
"There are lot of other benefits too, including low interest, no down loans for buying a house."
"Hmm...maybe Gerald could buy a house for us," I teased.
At the restaurant, we chose the cave to dine in, an as we sat in a little booth that seemed to be carved right out of the rock, we reminisced about our childhood, laughing and carrying on like the little kids that we once were. The only bad thing about growing up, was you missed those carefree fun-filled days of childhood, and reunions like this tended to be bittersweet.
"Remember the day we got into a fist fight on the tracks," Ricky said to Johnny.
"Yeah, that was pretty messed up," he laughed, "that it took a fight to make us see we didn't have to be jealous of each other."
"I can still see the look on Johnny's face when you decked him," I laughed, "and as I recall, we made up some story to tell our folks about you two wrestling and Johnny getting an elbow to the face. Seems like a hundred years ago," I added sighing, "where does the time go?"
"Those were good times," Ricky agreed, "you know, I don't know if I ever told you this, but the best times I ever had, were those visits to you and your buddies in Pryor. I might have traveled to a lot of places, but my heart was always back there. It's a wonder I didn't wind up living there. I might have if you guys had still been there."
"I would have loved to have stayed there, but there just weren't the kind of opportunities there that we needed," I said, "besides, Tulsa is close to our old home and it's beginning to feel like a second home."
"Yeah, I agree," Johnny said smiling, "I miss Pryor, but Tulsa is starting to feel like home too."
"That's great. What do your folks think about it?"
"Well, you know how moms are?" I chuckled, "at first she seemed a little down, but she came around. After all, we'd been away at college for all those years and that had worked out fine. In a way this is the perfect distance, not too far, but not so close that we can't live our own lives like we did in Tahlequah."
"I envy you two, really. You knew what you wanted and you took the bull by the horns and went after it. Sometimes I think I settled for second best when it comes to my life. Oh, don't get me wrong, I love my wife and I'm happy with my life, most times, but sometimes I feel like I'm missing something."
"Maybe you should move to Tulsa," I joked, "That way we could all hang out and relive the good old days. Well, maybe not all of the stuff we did," I added blushing, "but you get what I mean?"
"I wouldn't mind, in fact, I think I'd like it here, but I'm not sure how Karen would feel about picking up and moving. Her folks live about an hour's drive from us and my folks even closer."
"Yeah, seems like we're all still attached to our folks in some way or another," Johnny noted, "but I guess that's just the way we were raised, family was everything, still is, even if I have a new family with Robert now."
"That's beautiful," I said daring to lean in and hug my other half, "I never really thought of it that way, but we are a family, aren't we?"
"Yes, and my whole world revolves around you," Johnny said looking into my eyes.
"Uh, guys, if you're going to make out you better wait till we're back in the van," Ricky teased.
"Oh, yeah..." Johnny joked, "good thing you reminded me where we were, I was about to throw Robert on this table and have my way with him."
We all broke up laughing then, but Johnny's words still remained in my head and in my heart. He was my family now, and I loved him so much sometimes it hurt.
After dinner, Johnny drove us around as we pointed out the sights to Ricky, and we talked about some of the things we'd done since moving there. Since Johnny and I were both off weekends, we promised to take Ricky to some of our favorite places.
"Seriously, how long can you stay?" I asked once we were back at the apartment.
"I was planning on heading back Monday morning, if you can put me up till then?"
"Heck yeah. You can stay as long as you like, but we both have to go back to work Monday morning."
"That works then, you guys can go to work, and I'll hit the road," Ricky said smiling, "man, this is so much better than staying at a motel," he chuckled.
"No mint on the pillow, but the staff is excellent," I joked.
We sat around and talked that night till around midnight, sipping beer and munching on snacks, but eventually we decided to call it a night. Fortunately, I kept clean sheets on the spare bed, mainly for Mikey's visits, and after moving a few things around, the room was ready for Ricky.
"If you want to shower, help yourself. There is soap and shampoo, and lots of towels on the rack by the door. Mom made sure we had enough towels for six people," I added chuckling.
"Your mom is the best," Ricky said smiling, "Yeah, I think I will take a shower. I always sleep better after I bathe."
While Ricky went to his car to grab his suitcase, I pulled a couple of fluffy towels and a washcloth out and laid them on the vanity. I was just heading out the door as Ricky came in, and to my surprise he'd stripped down to just his white briefs.
For a moment I was frozen as my eyes followed the contours of his body and took in every inch of his muscled physique. He wasn't a little boy anymore, heck none of us were, but he'd grown into a handsome and sexy man, and I couldn't help but get a little aroused just looking at him.
"What's wrong?" Ricky chuckled, "my hot body too much for you?"
"Well..." I said blushing, "Let's just say this was an unexpected pleasure," I added laughing, "You grew up nice."
"So did you, both of you. We were always sexy little beasts weren't we? Now we're grownup sexy beasts," he laughed.
"What's going on?" Johnny said as he joined us, the humor obvious in his voice, "Should I be worried about you two?"
"Nah, I'm faithful to my wife," Ricky said grinning, "but then this kind of situation has never come up before."
"Damn, how big is that thing?" Johnny said, noticing the bulge in Ricky's briefs, which had grown noticeably since his appearance.
"Oh, what? Oh, that, about 7, I think. Not too big, not too small, my wife likes it," he said grinning.
"I guess we've all grown some down there," Johnny said grinning back, "I remember thinking I couldn't wait to grow up, but you know...sometimes I wish I was still a kid packing 4 inches instead of 7."
Ricky and I both laughed, "Yeah, it all felt so new and exciting," I sighed, then to Ricky, I added, "Well, we'll let you get your shower. I guess this is goodnight. We usually sleep till around nine on the weekend, is that okay?"
"That sounds like Heaven, back home I'm usually up by seven or eight at the latest. How about if I take you guys out for breakfast tomorrow? I mean, you can choose the place and drive us there, and I'll pay."
"Sounds good to me, and I know just the place," I said, "well, goodnight. See you in the morning."
"Yeah, goodnight guys."
"Night," Johnny said, "see ya in the morning."
In our bedroom, Johnny started laughing as soon as we had the door closed, "I think I embarrassed Ricky when I asked him how big his dick was."
"Well, if you did, he bounced back quickly. He knows he has nothing to be embarrassed about when it comes to us. We've been intimate with every part of his body at one time or another, though it has been a while."
"Yeah, I wonder if he ever misses that guy on guy stuff?"
"I dunno, sounds like his wife keeps him happy in bed. It's not like he's deprived or anything...still, I'm sure he looks back on that stuff fondly."
"And with excitement," Johnny added with a chuckle, "Well, lover, are you ready for some bed time fun, or are you too tired?"
"Never too tired, but we need to keep the noise down," I cautioned.
"Why? Ricky knows the score. He knows we're gonna ball each other's brains out once the lights go out," Johnny laughed.
"You're probably right, but I don't want him to feel bad cause he's sleeping all alone," I joked.
"Well, we could invite him to join us," Johnny teased, "or are you afraid he'd be offended if we offered?"
"I think he's happily married and faithful to his wife. So...if anything did happen, it would have to be him who initiated it."
"Yeah, you're right, but it sure would be fun, don't ya think?"
"No doubt, but I don't want to be the reason anyone is unfaithful to their other half, especially someone who's married."
"Yeah, I never thought of it that way," Johnny admitted, "anyway, I'm perfectly happy with my Robbie Bear," he said leaning in to kiss me on the cheek.
"Robbie Bear? Okay, Johnny Poo, let's get...it...on."
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The rest of Ricky's visit was enjoyable and nostalgic for us, sort of bittersweet in fact, as we talked about the old days as kids. I thought about how unique our relationship had been. We'd met quite by accident while I was mowing his grandma's yard and formed a friendship that had lasted, despite us being separated most of the time. Ricky's dad was in the military and they moved around a lot, often winding up overseas in exotic places like Japan.
We'd kept our friendship going by mail, but every time he and his folks came to town to visit, we'd always managed to get together and renew our bonds of friendship. When those bonds became sexual as well, the relationship had soared to new heights. At first, Johnny and Ricky had seen each other as rivals, but their conflicts were quickly resolved after a brief physical altercation, and they too became friends.
Our Junior year of high school, Ricky even came back to Pryor for the whole year while his dad was oversees. This was the longest period of time the two (no three) of us had ever been together, and our friendship grew even stronger.
His grandma passed away while Johnny and I were still in College, and by then Ricky's dad had retired and they'd settled in Kansas. Ricky met and married a girl there, and that brought us up to the present.
On Saturday night, we ordered pizza and stayed in, listening to records on the new stereo Johnny had bought with the proceeds from the sale of one of his watercolors. We drank beer and talked well into the night, and of course somewhere along the way, our sexual pasts came up.
"Do you remember the first time the three of us did anything?" Ricky said, looking a little glassy-eyed after four beers.
"Vaguely," I laughed, "there was so much stuff going on back then. I swear we had more sex than most adults do."
"That's for sure, especially the married ones," Johnny laughed, then thinking how that might sound to Ricky, he back pedaled a little, "I mean older couples...probably not you young newlyweds," he said poking Ricky.
"I have my share of sex now," Ricky said, not sounding offended, "but back then, sex seemed so...so, amazing. Maybe it was because we were sneaking around and doing something we knew our folks wouldn't approve of. Not to mention, it was risky and dangerous. Most of the time it was spontaneous too. We didn't really plan stuff, it just happened. It's not like that with me and Karen. We're both so busy that we plan our date nights, and sometimes we're so tired we don't do anything but cuddle in bed."
"Well, cuddling is good. Maybe you need to try that spontaneous thing sometime," I suggested, "just roll in and start sexing her up."
Ricky laughed, "You don't know how Karen is. She's kind of prim and proper, if you know what I mean. She's not the spontaneous type," he sighed, "Don't get me wrong, I love my wife, and she's good looking and sexy, she's just a little stiff when it comes to our lovemaking."
I knew it was the beer that had Ricky opening up like this, but I also knew that sometimes it was good to get stuff out in the open, even if you regretted it later. He had to know Johnny and I were the least judgemental people he could ever meet, and anything he said would stay between the three of us.
"Did you...you know? Do anything before you were married?" Johnny asked then.
"No, not really. I mean, we made out and kissed and stuff, but she was one of those girls who saved herself for marriage. I respected that, and even though I went around with blue balls most of the time, I figured it would be worth the wait."
I so wanted to say, "And was it?", but instead I just waited for him to continue.
"Our wedding night was...well, actually sort of disappointing," he said after awhile, talking lowly as if to himself, "After the ceremony at the church, and the reception afterwards, we drove to my father-in-law's lake front cabin. It was about a forty five minute drive and I was so excited. We held hands all the way there and I was so hard I hurt.
She seemed excited too, and I just knew we were going to do it all night long till we passed out. At the cabin, I even carried her across the threshold, just like in the movies. We had two bottles of Champagne that friends had given us, and one of them was already on ice in this silver bucket.
At first I was a little nervous, but it wasn't like we were strangers or anything, I had just never seen her naked, or anywhere close to naked before, and I was really looking forward to it. I started undressing as soon as we hit the bedroom, but at first she just sat on the bed and watched me.
I had changed out of my tuxedo back at the church, and was wearing jeans and a pullover, and she had on this yellow dress that fit her very nicely. I was down to my underwear and she still hadn't moved from the bed, so I finally figured out something was wrong.
I asked her if she was all right and she just nodded. I sat down beside her on the bed and pulled her into a kiss. She was hesitant at first, then she warmed up some, and I figured she was just nervous, and that I needed to take my time.
Well, I spent about a half hour kissing and holding her and trying to get her in the mood, but finally she said she was going to take a shower and change into her night gown. She got up and dug through her suitcase for her gown and some panties, then she was gone, leaving me to wonder what the hell was going on.
I stretched out on the bed and waited, and eventually after about a half hour she came out wearing this little pink nightie, and I thought, oh boy, that looks sexy, but I can't wait to get it off her.
She climbed into bed beside me, and I started kissing her, like really kissing...tongue kissing, and she seemed to be warming up, so...I started touching her boobs and stuff, then running my hands all over her body.
At one point I got up and poured us some Champagne, hoping it would help her relax, and before I knew it, we'd drank the whole bottle. I'd placed the other bottle in the fridge when we'd arrived, and Karen suggested I open it next.
So, we drank the second bottle, making out a little more as we did, and I finally got her down to her panties and bra. I was so hard it hurt by then, and ready to explode, so once the second bottle of Champagne was gone, I turned out the lights and removed my underwear.
I rolled over to kiss Karen then, and that's when I realized she was asleep, or passed out, or whatever. I tried rousing her, but it was no use. I wound up jerking off as I fondled her boobs that night, then I passed out and didn't wake till around ten the next day.
Karen was gone, but I found her fixing breakfast and we ate in near silence. Eventually, she apologized and we wound up consummating our marriage that night. I'd like to say it was great, but it wasn't. It was awkward, and I don't think she enjoyed it at all.
We were at the lake for a week, and it got better after that first time, but I swear...to this day, I think Karen thinks of sex as a chore and not an expression of our love."
Ricky seemed exhausted by then, and I couldn't resist the urge to comfort him. Leaning in closer, I placed a protective arm around him, and was surprised when he melted into me and started crying softly.
"I lied about why I'm here...visiting, I mean," he said once he calmed down a bit, "I just had to get away. Karen and I have been having...problems lately, and we both thought a little time apart would be a good thing. The only problem is: the more time I spend away from her, the less I think about her," he sighed, "I don't think I can go back to that."
I didn't know quite what to say, but fortunately Johnny did, "Look, you're welcome to stay here as long as you want, right Robert? And when, and if you're ready to go back and work this out, we got your back."
"I don't want to intrude on your lives..."
"Hush," I said hugging him and kissing his face, "you're not intruding. We love having you here, and like Johnny said, you're welcome to stay as long as you'd like."
"Thanks, that means a lot to me. I guess I could stand a few more days of fun, and good times in my life," he said looking sad, "these last two days have been the best I've had for a long time. Thanks for that, you guys."
"You're welcome, " I said then, "it's been a long day though, and I think we could all use some rest. Why don't we hit the sheets and we'll talk more tomorrow. I'll fix my famous blueberry waffles in the morning," I added grinning.
"Famous?" Ricky chuckled.
"Well, famous in our house," I chuckled, "Mikey loves them, so how can you go wrong?"
We took turns in the bathroom, Ricky first, then Johnny and
me, and Ricky was already in bed by the time we'd finished. We
couldn't resist going in to say goodnight, and got quite a surprise.
Laying atop the covers in just his underwear, Ricky looked absolutely delectable, and I couldn't help but tell him so.
"Damn, you look good," I said grinning, "how could anyone resist that body of yours?"
"Thanks, I guess there's more to it than a hot body though. I guess with some people it's about connecting spiritually or something. Or...maybe some people are just frigid bitches," he added, surprising the heck out of me again.
"Come on," Johnny said, making the decision for both of us, "you're not sleeping alone tonight. There's a reason we have a king sized bed, so there will be room for three."
"Aww...are you guys sure?" Ricky said, looking at me then.
I was grinning as I reached out to take his hand, "Yeah, we're sure. We're gonna give you what you should've been getting all along."
So, that's how we wound up with a married man in our bed that night. Even though I had some doubts about what we were doing at the beginning, any inhibitions I had were quickly washed away.
Despite the fact that it had been a number of years since we'd been intimate with Ricky, once we got started it was just like old times. I'd forgotten what a great kisser he was, and the three of us shared passionate kisses for a long time before we moved on to more carnal things.
Ricky, like us, was versatile, and when it came time to offer up his body for our pleasure he didn't hesitate a moment. He confessed that it had been some time since he'd been fucked, so Johnny and I took our time, rimming him deeply and working our slicked fingers into him till he was ready.
I fucked him first, his legs pushed high, his beaming face gazing up at me, and occasionally I would bend down to taste those luscious lips of his.
While I was busy making love to one of my oldest, dearest friends, Johnny facilitated our lovemaking, offering kisses, and touching and fondling both our bodies.
When I came, I exploded inside Ricky like the Fourth of July, the fireworks going off in my brain and in my body. I rode it out as I buried myself deeply inside him, then collapsed atop him, kissing him passionately as we both rested.
Next, Ricky and I prepared Johnny for entry, then I watched
as Ricky entered my lover. I can honestly say there was not an ounce
of jealousy in my body as I watched Ricky pounding my lover's hole,
and even when they kissed, I felt only love for them, and accepted
their union as natural and beautiful.
Maybe Johnny and I weren't like most couples, but sharing had always been a part of our lives, and though we didn't do it as often these days, we still found our love was strong enough to share with others without weakening it.
As I watched Ricky making love to my Johnny, slowly and sensually, I wondered if he'd ever be satisfied with what he had back home. If it was true that he loved his wife, could he justify staying with her no matter how dissatisfying their love life was? Would he remain with her so he could have children, and hope a child would bring them closer? I sighed as I thought about the implications of what we were doing. And yet it seemed right. To share our love with him and sooth his soul seemed normal and natural, well, at least for us, and I relaxed.
Ricky came hard, trembling like a man being electrocuted, then literally collapsed atop Johnny, crushing his lips to his, before finally rolling off, looking spent but happy.
"Wow," he said after a few moments, "I'd forgotten what a rush that was. Being inside a guy, and feeling like you're one person, thank you Johnny, thank you Robert."
"You're welcome," I said sincerely, then I chuckled, "but we're not done yet. It's time Johnny got his rocks off, and I can't wait to please my lover boy."
Ricky lay watching us as we made love, slowly stroking himself and looking ready to go again. He'd get his chance, but right now it was all about me and my lover, and we took our good slow time. Johnny seemed especially randy that night, and though he pounded me hard and fast at times, he was gentle too, peppering me with kisses and making me feel loved.
Ricky seemed to zoom in on that aspect of our lovemaking, looking thoughtful, and perhaps a bit envious. Later, he would confide that what he shared with his wife was nothing like what Johnny and I shared, and after seeing us together, he knew he couldn't go back to that loveless, sexless marriage.
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Ricky stayed another week, and though we didn't take him into our bed every night, we did have many enjoyable romps that week. Ricky had made up his mind about his situation, but he was still trying to figure out exactly how to deal with it. As it turned out, he was spared that decision. In his absence, his wife Karen had filed for a divorce on the grounds of incompatibility, and six months later: Ricky was a free man.
Though we tried to convince Ricky to move to Tulsa, his job and his family came first, and he remained in Kansas. He did visit us a few times over the next year, and though we did mess around some, he was dating women again and having much more luck than he had with Karen.
About a year after his divorce, Ricky married a girl he met
at work, Reecca, and apparently, this time he got it right. Together
they would eventually have two sons and a daughter and they are still
together to this day.
Over the years they have visited us, and we have visited
them, and we continue to stay in touch by mail, phone, and that new
thing called email.