The names have been changed to protect our identities.
My name is Jim, as a teen I had several trysts with some very close friends as well as a couple of men I had just met. I was never that guy the girls cooed over and dated, at least not until I was into my early 20's so those hook-ups with guys helped me with my shall we say primal urges. My 1st guy was a friend named Brian when we were both I'll say 18 for the sake of publishing but we all know the truth and I was his 1st also. Brian had a pretty decent sized 6 1/2" fairly thick cock and I was maybe 5- 5 1/4" and a bit thinner than his. We both had our 1st taste of sucking cock, swallowing cum and losing our anal virginity to each other. Unfortunately we lost contact with each other after we were about 20 or so as we both moved from our town, at least until very recently.
Fast forward a little over 40 years, I married my wife at 25 and stopped my bi/gay activity. When my father passed we bought my old childhood home moving back to my old hometown together until she passed away last year from cancer. I have been living alone there since with my trusted best friend, my German Shepherd.
One day last month I received an email from a website I had my wife's obituary in called Legacy that someone had left a message. Low and behold when I clicked on the link the message was from no other than my old friend Brian sending his condolences along with his contact info. My mind went back to those days so many years ago so vivid was that memory I could still picture the folds of skin from his uncircumcised cock covering his thick head, the taste of his cock as it entered my mouth, the saltiness of his cum as it hit my tongue and the feel of it as he penetrated my ass.
After my initial wave of reminiscing passed I looked at the contact info and noticed the phone number had the same area code meaning, at least I hoped, that he had moved back to our home state. Sitting there staring at my computer screen for what seemed like forever I finally picked up my phone and dialed the number. One ring then two, three and then four and he answered.
"Hello," I heard his voice sounding the same as he did so many years ago but with a slightly weathered tone to it.
I Couldn't get the words out when Brian said, "Hello this is Brian is anyone there?"
Taking a breath I said, "hi Brian it's Jim, I saw your message about my wife's passing. Thank you for your kind thoughts."
"Oh my god Jim, I have been thinking about you for so many years wondering where you were and how you have been" Brian said sounding so happy to have found his friend again.
"So what have you been up to, I see it appears your moved back home," I said.
"Yeah I moved back about 4 years ago after I lost my husband to a heart attack and my dad passed, I decided to move back to stay with my mom until she passed away 2 years ago. I inherited the house and decided to stay." he told me.
"I'm sorry about your parents & husband's passing, I haven't gotten a newspaper in so many years and don't get to see the obits anymore so I didn't know about your mom & dad," I said.
"So I see you married a woman, to be honest I had always thought about you and pictured you marrying a guy, I was a bit surprised," he told me.
"To be honest so did I but I started dating girls around 21 or so and hid my feelings for guys for all these years. 1st it was mainly the stigma back in the mid 1970's about being gay, then I met my wife and it seemed like the best option, I enjoyed the sex and didn't have to put up with the anti-gay shit. So I fought my urges for 35 years but did enjoy my time with her, it wasn't always easy and she never knew about my past but we did enjoy each other." I said.
"I always knew I was gay and moved away so I could act on it, my parents took it well when I told them so many years later but San Francisco was a great place to be myself. I met and married my husband there, we became domestic partners in 1999 and finally when they allowed gay marriages in 2008 tied the knot." Brian told me.
"You had more courage than me, I sometimes wonder what would have happened if I had the same. I'll tell you so many thoughts came back to me reading your message and my hand was shaking dialing your number." I told him.
"Gee I'm glad you remember those days, I think so very fondly of them myself. How about getting together for coffee or something, I'd really like to see you?" he said.
"Sure I took early retirement so any day is good for me," I answered so quickly as I felt my cock harden just thinking about seeing him again.
"How about tomorrow at Dunkin Donuts say 10 am?" he asked.
"Sure I'll see you then," I answered.
After we hung up I tried to imagine what he must look like then looking in the mirror I thought, "my god I have a belly now, white hair & white beard, I've gotten so old."
I arrived for coffee a bit early hoping to get a glimpse of him as he arrived and hoping he wasn't disappointed with how I looked. Finally I see a man stepping out of a new pickup truck staring I was trying to see if it was him, when he turned I could tell it was. His brown hair thick with many gray streaks blending in, he was fairly fit with just a small overhang of his belly. As he approached I could see his green eyes glimmer in the sun.
After walking in and looking about he noticed me as he walked to the table he said, "Oh my you look so good Jim."
Standing up I held extended my hand but Brian put his arms around me said, "I'm so happy to see you."
