Date: Fri, 4 Mar 2016 21:46:36 +0000 (UTC)
From: hankbrookscc@comcast.net
Subject: White Russians...short story

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		   White Russians  in the Mile-High Club


John and Jim were more than excited waiting to board the big jumbo jet
which was going to take them to London, England.  They were good-looking
men in their late twenties.  They had been together as a committed couple
for ten years.  Then on their tenth anniversary, which was today, they got
legally married.

They were still in college when they began to live together.  They didn't
have a pot to pee in then, but they worked hard, paid off their student
loans, and began to save for a real vacation.  A real vacation was a trip
abroad, not a weekend in Provincetown or Fire Island.  Until now, that was
the only getaway they could afford.  Finally, everything was in place for
their honeymoon in London.

They were both management information technicians working for different
firms, and each was making a good salary.  This enabled them to accelerate
their savings plan.  At last, all their dreams were coming true.  They were
married this very morning with a few good friends in attendance.  Their
parents had accepted their living together as a couple, but couldn't bring
themselves to attend a same sex wedding, legal or not.  After the wedding
they made a modest luncheon for their guests, and then went home to finish
packing.  They hired a limo to take them to JFK, and now they were sitting
impatiently in the boarding area.

After what seemed forever, the boarding process began.  They were not in
first class, so they wanted to make the long trip as comfortable as
possible.  They had requested an aisle and a middle seat.  Their reasoning
was that they could switch the seat back and forth between them.  If they
wanted to go to the head, they wouldn't have to climb over anyone, and if
they needed to stretch, they could stand in the aisle without disturbing
anybody.  They both harbored a secret wish, which they didn't share with
each other.  They prayed that the window seat would not be occupied by an
overweight person, who might spill over into the middle seat.

They found their seats, stowed their small flight bags under the seats in
front of them, so that they would be easily accessible during the flight,
and sat down.  They did not fasten seat belts, because the window seat was
still vacant.  In fact, it was vacant for most of the boarding time.  Jim
and John dared hope that nobody would sit there and they would be able to
spread out.  Alas it was not to be.

They heard a voice say, "Excuse me fellows.  I hate to disturb you, but
I've got the aisle seat."

They looked up to see a handsome young man, no more than twenty years old.
He was wearing a Columbia University sweat shirt.  Even through the bulky
sweat shirt, it was obvious that this hunk was well muscled.  He was tall,
maybe six feet even.  He had straight black hair which covered half his
ears, and the bluest eyes the couple had ever seen.  They were like shiny
blue spotlights.  If someone had to occupy this seat, John and Jim were
glad that it was this guy.  As if this was not enough good luck for them,
the aroma of his after shave lotion was almost an aphrodisiac.  Jim, who
was in the middle, vowed to ask him what he used.

The honeymooners were so taken by this young man, that they made no move to
stand up.  "If you'd rather move over, I can take the aisle seat," the boy
said, looking at them quizzically.  That brought them back to earth, and
they both stood up.  Before he sat down, the young student stowed his
carry-on bag in the overhead bin.  This meant that he would probably
disturb them when he wanted to get something from the bag, or go to the
bathroom.  They wouldn't mind that at all.

The plane started to taxi down the runway precisely at 6:55 PM, which was
the scheduled take off time.  Then it stopped, and the captain got on the
loud speaker.  They listened carefully because squawk boxes were so hard to
understand.  As loudspeakers go, this one was pretty clear.  The captain
announced that they were sixteenth in line for takeoff, and advised the
folks to relax.  He said they could use their electronic devices, and he
would advise them when to shut them off.  Most of the passengers powered up
their cell phones, tablets, and the dozens of electronic gadgets still
extant in today's market.  John and Jim were holding hands, and they were
in the minority of those who didn't start yakking on the phone.  The young
man also did not take out his cell phone, and frankly, Jim, who was in the
middle seat was surprised.  He never saw anyone of this boy's age who
wasn't texting away like crazy.  He took the opportunity to get acquainted.

Jim turned to the student, and said, "It'll be a long flight, so let me
introduce myself.  My name is Jim Durbin, and this good looking guy is my
husband, John Sherman."  He stuck out his hand and the young man shook it.
Then to Jim's delight, he reached over him to shake John's hand.

"I'm Cory Woodruff," he said.

"Do you go to Columbia?" John asked.

"Yeah.  I'll be a junior next semester."  John and Jim had gone to CCNY.
They weren't ashamed of it, but preferred not to mention it to Ivy
Leaguers.

"Are you spending the summer back-packing or what?" Jim asked.

"No, I'm going to my best friend's wedding.  I'm his best man."  Now a
statement like that should be made with a smiley face, but Cory looked so
sad, all the newlyweds could do was nod at him.

"What's the purpose of your trip?" Cory asked.  "Don't tell me that you are
cousins of my best friend, and you're going to his wedding."

"That would be a hoot," Jim said, "but we are not related to the groom.  We
just got married ourselves this morning.  We're on our honeymoon."

"Well, let me be among the first to congratulate you."  Cory held out his
hand and shook both of theirs again.

Being a married gay man was new to John, so he dared ask, "Cory, for ten
years all I've seen are raised eyebrows from straight people, when they
found out we were a couple.  You didn't seem shocked at all.  In fact, you
seemed happy about it.  Are you gay?"

"You got that right," Cory said, and finally he said something with a
smile.

That gave Jim a crazy thought.  "This friend of yours," he asked, "is he
marrying a man or a woman?"

"A woman, I'm afraid."

Just then the captain came back on the loudspeaker asking for all
electronic devices to be powered down.  Their plane was now third in line
for takeoff, and would be airborne in just a short time.

Jim and John were both scared shitless of takeoffs and landings.  They
gripped their hands tightly, and Cory said, "This is where I get
frightened." Jim grabbed the boy's hand, and now he was gripping the hands
on each side of him as hard as he could.

As soon as they were airborne, the head flight attendant, who was a little
long in the tooth, announced that snacks and drinks could be purchased once
they reached cruising altitude.  Menus and prices could be found at the
back of the airline's in-flight magazine.  Headphones were also available
for a price. John and Jim were not about to spend any extra money, but they
did fancy a cocktail to celebrate their legal union.  They were shocked and
extremely pleased to see that White Russians were offered for $8.00 each,
credit cards only.  It was their favorite drink and they decided to
splurge.

Jim was no longer holding anybody's hand, but Cory took his hand (pleasant
surprise) and said, "I'm nineteen.  I won't be twenty for another three
months.  I don't know if they ID you, and I don't even know if there's a
starting age, but would you buy a drink for me?"  He put $10 in Jim's hand.
Jim wanted to return the money, and tell Cory that the drink was on him,
but he feared that John would accuse him of being a spendthrift, like he
always did, so he took the money.

"We're having White Russians," Jim said.  "What would you like?"

"I guess I'll have the same."  Cory never drank anything stronger than tea,
but he hoped a cocktail would raise his spirits.  Jim looked at the young
man, and the sadness he saw in his face before, was evident again.  He
wanted to ask him if anything was wrong, but he figured it was none of his
business.

It seemed to take the flight attendants forever to reach their row.  John
ordered three White Russians, and the flight attendant swiped his credit
card.  John and Cory, in the aisle and window seats, turned toward Jim, in
the middle seat, and clicked glasses.

"Cheers," John said.

Cory took a tentative sip of his drink, and stated that it was delicious.
Jim sensed his inexperience, and warned him to sip the drink slowly or he
might get drunk or worse, sick.

"Don't worry," Cory said.  "I intend to make this drink last as long as
possible.  I'll go slow."

Jim was more inquisitive than John.  He was determined to find out as much
as he could about Cory.  Married or not, he was very hot for the kid."

"Will you be staying with your friend in London?" Jim asked.

"No, he's staying with the bride's family.  They live right outside of
London.  He and his bride will be returning to The States after their
honeymoon."  Cory started to laugh.

"What's so funny?" Jim wanted to know.  The bride's name is Diana.  She was
named after Princess Diana.  Her mother adored the princess, and never
stopped mourning for her.  My friend's name is Charles.  I think that's
pretty funny, Charles and Diana, that is, and a wedding in London.

John leaned over Jim, and asked Cory, "So where will you be staying?"

"I'm staying at The Doubletree.  It was the only hotel whose name I
recognized when I made my reservation."

Now Jim started to laugh, and Cory asked him what was funny.  "We're
staying at the same hotel, and for the same reason.  We can share a ride
from the airport and you won't have to spend any money."

For some reason Cory looked like he was about to cry.  All he could manage
to say was a muffled, "Thanks."  He was sadder than Jim and John could ever
have imagined a Best Man to be.  He desperately wanted to talk to someone,
and he wondered if he could talk to these guys, who were so happily
married.  He decided to give it some thought.  Maybe he could talk to them
at the hotel.  The airplane was too noisy.

The flight attendant came around to take their dirty glasses, and John
shocked Jim.  He ordered another round of White Russians, and paid for all
three.

                                                                         **********

Charles (Chuck) was three years older than Cory.  They lived next door to
each other in Cedarhurst, NY, a suburb of the big apple.  When they were
real little, they occasionally played together, but at a young age, a
three-year spread does not make for a close relationship.  But as they got
older, and saw how much they enjoyed each other's company, the age
difference disappeared.  They became good friends, very good friends.

It was in Chuck's basement that Cory was instructed in the fine art of
masturbation.  The boys did indeed make it into an art.  They tried a full
fist, just two or three fingers, approaching the cock from the top, and a
dozen other experimental ways to do it.  They would then discuss whether
the orgasm was better or worse than some other method.

It was a sure bet, that eventually they would experiment jerking each other
off.  It started with that, graduated to fellatio, and eventually they
fucked each other.  Neither had any regrets.  Cory loved Chuck, and Cory
was certain that the feeling was mutual, but Chuck didn't feel that way.
Once he reached maturity, he started making it with fellow female students.
He graduated three years before Cory, and he began a successful run of
women in his workplace.

Chuck worked as a sales rep for a manufacturer that produced the clothing
of the finest designers in the country.  Diana was a buyer for a London
department store.  The two met when Diana came to New York to check out the
spring line.  Chuck showed her what he had to offer in every which way.
They slept together the very first night they met.  In hours, they were
talking marriage, and Chuck assured Diana that he had the contacts to get
her a buyer's position in any of New York's finest stores.

During the time Chuck was playing the field, he continued to have sex with
Cory, whenever their busy schedules allowed.  When Chuck told Cory that he
was getting married, and he wanted him to be his Best Man, Cory's world
fell apart.  At first, he wanted to say no, but in the end, he agreed.
What was his choice?  Now, actually on his way to the wedding, he was
resigned to his fate, but he was miserable.

                                                                          **********

The three men were just finishing their second drinks, when the lights in
the cabin went off.  A few reading lights were still on, but for the most
part, the cabin was very dark.  Even the flight attendants were dozing in
the back of the plane.

Jim whispered to Cory, "John and I are going to the head to become members
of The Mile-High Club, so we'll be gone for a while.  It might be a good
time for you to stretch while we are away."

"I'm jealous," Cory said.  Jim wasn't sure, but he thought this had evoked
another smile from "Cory, The Sad."  It was too dark in the cabin to be
certain.

John leaned over, and whispered so the two men seated to his right could
hear him.  "I've got a better idea," he said.  "Why don't you two initiate
each other, and when you're done, I'll switch seats with Jim, and you can
initiate me, Cory."

Jim was shocked and Cory was incredulous.  "Are you sure?" Cory asked.
"That's so great of you guys.  I need this badly."

Jim and Cory exposed themselves in the darkness, and Jim pulled a clean
handkerchief out of his pocket.  "When I'm cumming, I'll stuff this into my
mouth," he said to Cory.  "If you're as noisy as I am, you can use it
also."  That having been said, he picked up the arm rest between their two
seats, leaned over, and started stroking Cory's exceptionally hard, and
well hung, cut cock.  At the same time, he handed Cory the handkerchief.

Jim hadn't had another cock in his mouth other than John's in ten years,
and he couldn't believe how different, how good this felt.  It didn't take
Cory long to cum, and Jim swallowed everything.  There was no mess.  After
he caught his breath, Cory took Jim's equally hard cock into his hand, and
started to stroke it.  The tasty cock got even harder, so Cory leaned over
and took Jim into him.  Jim stuffed the handkerchief into his mouth, and he
came, muffling his groan as best he could.

"Thanks," Cory said.  "That almost got me out of my depression."

"Yes," Jim answered.  "Are you going to tell us why you are so unhappy."

"Of course I will.  But not here.  Please, let's wait until we are in the
hotel and can find a quiet spot where we can talk."

"Fair enough," Jim answered.  He and John stood up and exchanged seats.  As
they did so, Jim handed his husband the handkerchief.  "Enjoy," he advised
John.

As soon as he was seated, John exposed himself.  "I'll do you first," Cory
said.  "I just came, and I need time to recover, but I promise to recover
quickly."  John had no doubt that he would recover quickly.  After all, he
was only nineteen.

Cory stroked John's cock with his fist, and when he felt how extra hard it
got, he leaned over and started sucking it.  Cory was good at his job, and
John lasted only seconds longer than Jim had.

When he got his breath back, he said to Cory, "Even if you don't cum,
please let me suck your cock."

"Sure," the young man said, and John leaned over.  He began to slather the
boy's cock from head to base.  John was an even better cocksucker than
Cory, and in no time at all, Cory was hard as a rock and fully recovered.

John stopped sucking.  He asked Jim to stand up, and he said to Cory, "Come
with me."  Cory followed John to the rear head.  All of the attendants were
either reading or dozing, so nobody noticed the two men enter the small
bathroom together.  It was a tough squeeze, but they managed to pull down
their trousers.  John sat Cory down on the commode.  He faced the door, and
sat down on Cory.  He reached down and guided Cory's cock into his ass.
Cory went in dry and unprotected.  John was in pain at first, but the pain
left as soon as Cory moved up and down on John's rod.

In spite of his youth, and erect condition, it took Cory a good ten minutes
to reach Nirvana.  Cory handed John some toilet paper and he cleaned his
ass, and Cory managed to wash his cock in the sink.  As the two men pulled
up their trousers, they kissed passionately.

Jim stood up for them when they returned.  Cory took his seat, and Jim took
the middle seat.

"I'm jealous," Jim said.

"Don't be, I'll take care of you in another hour or so."

About an hour and a half later, Cory fulfilled his promise, but this time
it took him almost seventeen minutes to cum.  Jim had no complaints.  When
they returned, they were happy to see that John had ordered another round
of White Russians.  When they were all reseated, they raised their glasses
and congratulated themselves on becoming members of The Mile-High Club.

By the time they finished the third round of drinks, they all had a buzz
on, and they fell fast asleep.  When they awakened the cabin was lit, and
they were beginning their descent into Heathrow.  They ignored the "Fasten
Seat Belt" sign, and went aft to pee.  When they returned, they prepared
for landing.  The plane set down at 6:30 AM London time.

After retrieving their luggage, they went outside to find a taxi to take
them to the hotel.  They each had one large suitcase, and one flight bag.
It was a tough fit in the taxi, so John sat up front with the driver, and
he held one suitcase on his lap.  Of course, he felt like he was in the
driver's seat, and he kept imagining that other autos were coming at them
head on.  His foot kept pushing down on an imaginary brake.

When they were checking in, they requested adjoining rooms, if possible.
The middle-aged man behind the desk smiled wickedly at them.  He had no
doubt that he was checking in a threesome.  Looking at the three handsome
men, he wished he was twenty years younger.

"Not only can I give you adjoining rooms," he grinned, "I can give you two
rooms with an adjoining door."  He rang for the bellhop, who helped them to
their rooms.  None of them knew what an appropriate tip was, but from the
bellhop's reaction, they knew that they had over tipped.  Jim, whom John
called a spendthrift, would prefer to over tip than stiff the boy, so he
felt good about the amount they had given him.

The first order of business, was to open the door between the two rooms.
"I don't know about you two," Cory said, "perhaps you are living on love,
but I am starving.  What do you say we shower and freshen up, and then go
to lunch.?"

"Good idea," John said, and he went to check out the bathroom.  He came
back smiling.  "The bathroom is big enough for four big guys," he informed
his husband and their new friend.  "Let's shower together."

They had more fun than a picnic in the shower, washing themselves in all
the most erotic places.  They even fucked each other without cumming.
After the shower, they got dressed and it was only 10:45 AM.  Jim said,
"Let's get used to London time, and wait to have lunch until noon.  I think
it will help us get over jet lag as well."

"Good idea," John said, "and in the meantime, Cory, tell us why this
wedding is making you so sad."

Cory then related his entire history with Chuck.  "I swear," he said as he
finished his narrative, "Chuck was the only man I have ever slept with
until today."

"Have you ever slept with a woman?" Jim asked.

Cory shook his head.

"Neither have we," John said.

"Before lunch, I want to call Chuck," Cory said.  "I promised him, I'd call
as soon as I got in.  Now all I have to do is find the number he gave me,
which is somewhere in my wallet.  Then I have to figure out how to use
these foreign phones."  Cory went into his room to make the call.  He left
the door between the two rooms open, but John and Jim couldn't hear the
conversation.

When Cory came back into their room, his face was ashen, and he was
distressed.

"What's wrong?" John and Jim asked in unison.

"Things have just gotten very complicated; for me, at least.  The wedding
is two days off.  The bride and her mother are very busy today, and Chuck
can't see the bride tomorrow night, so he's coming into town.  He's
shacking up with me, and we'll go to the church from here.  He said that
he'd be here about 3 PM.  This is a disaster.  There's only one bed in the
room."

"Not necessarily.  Chuck knows you're gay.  You can give him your room, and
you can move in with us," John said.

"You guys have been awfully good to a perfect stranger," Cory said, and he
did manage to smile.

"You are not a stranger," John said.  "First of all, you are a brother, and
second of all, we are on our honeymoon, so we are being extra romantic."
He embraced Cory in a brotherly hug.

"Let's go to lunch a little early today," Jim suggested.  "We are all
hungry, and if we finish early, we can fuck each other before Chuck gets
here."

"From what you told us, Cory, maybe Chuck would like to join us," John
laughed.

"Did you ever see The Graduate?"  Jim asked.

"Sure, but what about it?"

"Wouldn't it be romantic, if he left Diana at the altar, and ran off with
you, just like in the movie?" John asked.

"Good God man, you are a romantic dreamer," Cory laughed.  "It'll never
happen, but if you guys would stop chattering, we should be able to have
lunch, and fuck each other at least once before Chuck gets here."

The honeymoon suite had one king-sized bed, and Cory's room had one
standard-sized bed.  After lunch, they went into the room with the larger
bed.  They stripped, fell on the bed, and formed a daisy chain.  By
agreement, they said that they would try to refrain from cumming, so that
they could each fuck each other.

When they knew that they couldn't keep on sucking each other much longer
without cumming, they broke up the daisy chain.  John and Jim fucked Cory
alternately, but John unloaded first.  Jim finally got his rocks off inside
of John, and then Cory fucked the honeymooners alternately.  When the
glorious moment came, Cory was inside of Jim.

The exhausted trio lay abreast of each other in the over-sized bed.  They
were fondling and kissing, half asleep, and half awake.  "I think I'll take
another shower," Jim said.  Cory and John climbed out of bed together,
intending to take another group shower.  Just then, they heard the phone
ringing in Cory's room.  He ran to answer it.

"Hello," he said breathlessly.

"Cory honey, (honey?) it's Chuck.  I'm in the lobby, and when I asked what
room you were in, the desk clerk saw my suitcase, and he said he would have
to charge for a double.  So I said that I only inquired, and I wasn't
staying.  I left the hotel, and now I'm back in the lobby, using a
disposable cell phone I bought in London.  I asked for you, and they put me
right through, so what room are you in?"

"214," Cory said.  His voice was shaking.

"See you in a second."

Cory went to put a robe on, but John and Jim, who were standing in the
doorway, stopped him.

"Remember what I told you before?" John asked.  "Ditch the robe.  Let him
find us all naked in bed together.  That'll make him jealous.  I'll even
tell him that you'll be sleeping with us tonight, and he'll have the whole
room for himself."

"I don't know about all this," Cory said, looking dubious.  In the end, he
gave in, and when they heard a knock on Cory's door, he went to open it,
and John and Jim plopped down on their over-sized bed, making sure that
Chuck would have a full frontal view of their cocks.  Cory led Chuck into
the adjoining room.

Chuck didn't even notice the honeymooners at first.  He didn't even notice
that he had been maneuvered into a different room.  His eyes were on Cory
and his magnificent naked body.  He grabbed Cory in a bear hug,

"I see you're ready for me," he said.  Cory pushed away from him.

"Sorry, I don't think I have anything left for you, for a while, at least."
He stepped aside so that Chuck could see his new buddies.  Chuck's jaw
dropped, and the honeymooners wished that they had a camera to capture the
look of utter shock on Chuck's face.  Cory made the introductions.

"These guys have exhausted me.  We started on the plane, and have continued
ever since we arrived.  They have this room which adjoins mine.  I'll sleep
with them tonight, and you can have my room for yourself."

Gee, Chuck," John said, "it's too bad you're getting married the day after
tomorrow, or we would ask you to join in the fun, Wouldn't we fellas?"

"You bet," Jim said, and Cory nodded.

"You never told us that the groom was such a hunk," John said.  "It's a
shame that all the hot ones are straight."

Jim and John climbed out of bed.  "You guys can renew old acquaintance.  We
are going to shower and get ready for dinner.  Will you two guys be joining
us?"

"Yes, of course," Cory said.

"No Cory.  Have dinner with me alone.  There is so much I need to talk to
you about," Chuck pleaded.

"Look Chuck.  What's over is done with.  I've told John and Jim all about
our past relationship.  We've just about adopted each other as brothers, so
anything you have to say to me, you can say in front of them.  They're my
family."

Chuck looked like Cory had just bopped him over the head with a two by
four."  He said meekly, "I guess we can meet for dinner.  Would six o'clock
be okay?"

"Perfect," John said.  "We have the fixings for some great Martinis.  Come
over to our room about 5:30."  Cory and Chuck left the room, and didn't
bother to close the door.  Neither did Jim and John.

"I need to shower, and get all this cum off me," Cory teased.  "Do you need
to shower, or are you cool?"

"I'm okay, but I'd like to shower with you," Chuck said, and he gave Cory a
big, toothy smile.

"I don't think that's wise.  You're getting married, and I'm shacking up
with the two guys in the next room."

"I know it's not wise, but I'd like it if we did shower together; for old
time's sake.  I won't touch you, if you don't want me to."

"It's not you I'm worried about.  I'm afraid I won't be able to keep my
hands off of you.  Please don't shower with me."

Then Chuck did something so dramatic, it could have been in Act V of a
Shakespearean drama.  He fell to his knees, and his whole body began to
shake as he began to cry.  "I was so afraid of living a gay life," he
sobbed, "and because I was able to function with women, I figured I must be
bi.  Rather than be gay or bi, I chose to be straight.  But we all know
that in the end it isn't a choice.  One day I realized that my whole being
ached for you.  The urge I felt to make love to you wasn't a choice.  It
was in me from birth.  I'd rather lead a gay life with you, than a straight
life without you.  I'm in a terrible mess, and I don't know what to do.
Help me, Cory, please."

Cory was too shocked to respond at first.  He could not believe what he was
hearing.  Not only did Chuck want him, he wanted to live his whole life
with him.  His dream was becoming a reality.  He suppressed a sob, and
said, "I don't know what to do either, but let's confide in John and Jim at
dinner tonight.  They aren't much older than you, but they have been around
the block more times than either of us.  Maybe they can offer some insight.
In the meantime, I do have to get ready for dinner.  Do you still want to
shower with me?"

Chuck began to strip immediately.  While he was getting naked, Cory said,
"Don't expect too much from me, honey.  I must have cum ten times since I
got on that plane last evening.  They were both naked, and they crushed
their bodies together, as their mouths found each other.

John and Jim were standing in the doorway.  They heard and saw everything,
and they high-fived each other.

At dinner, when Chuck asked for their advice, Jim said, "You have got to
call Diana without delay.  Tell her that you can't marry her because you're
gay, and you are madly in love with The Best Man.  Don't hesitate, and
don't give her a chance to talk back.  Say it quickly, say it tersely, and
then hang up."

Chuck pulled out his recently purchased, disposable, British cell phone.
He went into the men's room for privacy and quiet.  Five minutes later he
emerged.  Nobody could read any kind of emotion on his face.

"Well?" Jim asked.

"I did and said exactly what you suggested.  I practically said it in one
sentence.  When I stopped, there were a few seconds of quiet and then she
began to rant and rave at me, and curse me out, so I just hung up."

"How do you feel?" John asked.

"Numb," he answered, and he grabbed Cory's hand for comfort.

Just then his phone rang.  He answered it, and heard Diana say, "GO TO
HELL!"  She hung right up.

Chuck now took one of Cory's hands into both of his, smiled and said.  "I'm
not going to hell.  I'm going to paradise with you."

The dinner turned into a festive meal as the four men celebrated a wedding
and an engagement.  In the middle of the festivities, Chuck said to John
and Jim, "Look guys, I want Cory to myself tonight, but if you guys
wouldn't mind, I'd like to have a foursome sometime.  Cory and I owe you so
much."

"We wouldn't mind at all," John spoke for both of them.

That night the two couples made love in separate rooms, but nobody ever
bothered to close the door between them

Back in New York, the four of them became inseparable friends, and six
months after Chuck's original wedding date, he and Cory got married.  Jim
was the Best Man, and John was the Man of Honor.

 Authors note: This little tale is based on a true life experience of a
friend of mine.  Of course, I took lots and lots of literary license.  He
might not even recognize or remember the incident, which I have
fictionalized greatly.