His cell phone rang at 3:30 am. John came awake at the sound and reached for the phone. He saw Al's name and sat up in bed as he answered the call.
"Hello?" he said, still not quite awake. The line was quiet. "Hello?" He said again, "Al?" The silence stretched on for a few moments. As he waited for a reply, he thought back over the last 30 years.
He recalled that Adam had contacted him and confessed to experimenting sexually with his father, not something that had shocked John. Adam had cried a bit and said while things had physically worked, it wasn't something either of them wanted to continue with, it was ok but something was missing, something was off. He then confessed that he was in love with John and that John was all he wanted. He wanted to be with John and only him, going forward. John had asked him what about Al?, Adam admitted that his father would like to pursue a relationship with Al.
The silence, on the line, was broken, "John, it's Al," Al offered though John already knew that from his caller ID.
"Al, is something wrong?"
"It's Garret, there's been an accident, a drunk driver ran a light and hit our car. We were coming home from dinner, and it was a lovely dinner, a great night out, and Garret was laughing and then..." Al stopped after gushing out all his words at once, his voice trailed off into silence. John heard a sob on the other end of the line, then a few rapid breaths, "John, I don't know what to do and I don't know how to tell Adam."
"Oh my god, Al, are you OK? Slow down and tell me exactly what happened? Is Garret ok?
"Al", he said before Al could speak again, "Al, hold on a moment. Just give me a second to collect my thoughts." John, got out of bed and turned to look down on Adam, who slept on, soundly, in their bed. John, now in his 60, admired his husband, they'd been together for just over 30 years. That age gap that he'd been bothered by, in the beginning, now seemed inconsequential, the thought flitted across his mind as he looked down at Adam sleeping peacefully in their bed. Holding the phone, he stepped into the hall and closed the bedroom door behind himself. He took himself down to the kitchen and put a kettle on, then sat at the island bar to wait while it came to a boil.
"Al," he began, "I'm back. Tell me what the hell happened? Someone hit you? Are you alright? Is Garret?" He was in shock and not sure what to say or even what he was saying, asking questions he'd already asked, reacting more than thinking, really. Even that little pause as he had moved to the kitchen hadn't help to clarify the news in his mind.
Al and Garret had connected the way that John and Adam had and had been together since their adventurous few months. Al had finally left his wife. In the end, he chose Garret over his straight life and following that they had moved to another city for a fresh start. It left them a couple of hours away from John and Adam but despite that, the four of them remained close. Adam was Garret's son, after all.
As he waited for the kettle to come to a boil, he thought about the convoluted road the four of them had followed to get here. After Adam and Garret had experimented and decided that it was something that they didn't wish to pursue further, Adam had called John. He'd asked to see him that night.
When he arrived at John's he'd confessed what he and Garret had done. John had asked Adam what that meant going forward. Adam had collapsed into John's arms, and said he wasn't sorry that they'd tried but he knew it wasn't something he wanted again and that having tried it he realized that the only one that he wanted was John.
John remembered that talk as if it was yesterday. He remembered embracing Adam and holding him tight. He'd realized some time before that night that he'd fallen in love with the younger man but had never expressed it. He wanted Adam to be free to explore and felt if had expressed his love that Adam would not feel free to experiment and explore who he truly was. He honestly hadn't thought that Adam would be thinking of a relationship, not at just over 18.
He remembered those thoughts flitting through his head, in that moment, and that as he'd held Adam in his arms, he could see a future spreading out before them. He'd lifted Adam's head off his chest and tilted it back and leaned in and kissed him deeply. He'd let his tongue probe into Adam's mouth and was met with Adam's tongue reaching for him. They'd stayed like that, arms wrapped around each other for several minutes, mouths locked on each other, their tongues dancing.
They'd been in the kitchen when they began the conversation and then the kissing. Adam broke the kiss and dropped to his knees and pulled the sweats that John had been wearing down to John's ankles. John's hard cock had sprung free and hit Adam in the forehead. Unfazed Adam had engulfed John's cock taking it to the root on his first down stroke. He bobbed up and down, rolling John's balls around in one hand while he allowed the other to follow the length of John's shaft, trailing behind his mouth. He worked John's cock as he knew how to do now, milking him and edging him but not letting him cum. He wanted this to last the rest of his life, but more immediately, he wanted John to last right now.
Lost in his thoughts, and still waiting for Al to continue, John remembered that day.
John pulled Adam off his hard cock and lifted him back to his feet; he took Adam's hand in his and led him upstairs to his bedroom. On the way, Adam reached forward and around John and grasped the hard cock that was pointing the way. He stroked and fondled John as they climbed the stairs and made their way into John's bedroom. As they reached the bed, John pulled Adam around and kissed him again, and they collapsed together onto the bed, Adam ending up laying across John's torso, their lips still locked in a deep kiss.
John had not pulled his sweats up and his erect cock stood proudly, poking into Adam's thighs. Adam, not releasing their kiss began to pull his own pants off and soon he was bottomless as well. He shifted his weight, and still kissing John, he lifted his body and slid his ass down onto John's cock, no hand to guide it home, both cock and ass seemed to find each other, and they connected in a moment of pure bliss for both men. The warmth of Adam's ass closed around John's cock as Adam pulled their lips apart and started to nibble on John's ear. Together, they nibbled on each other's ears and neck, while Adam impaled himself repeatedly on John's cock.
It was only a few minutes before John felt himself ready to cum, he told Adam to slow down but Adam had simply kept riding his cock. He sat up and started to stroke his own cock as he filled his ass repeatedly with John's seven inches. Within moments of touching his own cock, his load spilled across John's furry chest, leaving several long trails of cum reaching up to John's neck. As he came, he tightened his ass around John's cock and milked the load that had been building, John blasted four strong shots of his load into Adam's ass. Adam continued to ride and leaned down into another round of kissing as the last few pulses of John's load continued to empty into Adam.
They stayed there in place, kissing, cum drying on John's belly, for a few minutes when John realized he hadn't gone soft. He wrapped his arms around Adam and rolled them over, so that he was now on top of Adam, his cock still buried deep. He lifted Adam's legs and placed one on each shoulder before he started to slowly fuck Adam's, already, cum lubed ass. They fucked hard for several minutes, with Adam stroking his cock, which was hard again, in time to John's thrusting. John pushed up and lifted Adam's lower back off the bed, putting his weight down on the younger man's hips, the angle buried his cock just that little bit deeper. His balls rested on Adam's upturned ass as his cock sunk deeply into Adam.
Together, they built their loads and came almost simultaneously, John first this time, draining his second load into Adam's ass, feeling his load slide out and along his shaft, pooling on Adam's ass crack. Sticking to his balls, as they slammed into Adam. Adam, for his part, had been stroking his cock furiously and as soon as he'd felt John pulsing his load out and into his ass, he let go his second load, which hit his belly and pooled in his belly button. John scooped up the pooled cum and licked his fingers then fed the remainder to Adam. He rolled off Adam and splayed onto his back on the bed. Adam, rolled back into him and down to John's now very soft cock and he suckled the softening member in his mouth, pulling the last few drops of cum from the spent member.
When he'd gotten every drop, he leaned up and kissed John again. John wrapped one arm around Adam and together they drifted off to sleep.
"John," he heard, "John... Are you there?" he came back to the moment and realized he'd drifted off in his memory.
"I'm here, Al. Tell me again, what happened? And how is Garret?" he covered. He listened quietly, as Al poured out his story. Al sobbed his way through the events of their evening. They'd been celebrating Al's coming retirement and had been out for dinner with Al's work family. The evening had been fun, and while booze had flowed freely, Al and Garret remained sober, Al reminded John that he and Garret had both quit drinking. John mmhmmed in reply, but let Al keep talking.
Al said, they'd left the restaurant around 10, Garret was driving, they'd been laughing and joking about the evening's events. Al had been given a rocking chair, that they'd have to put together. Along with the dozen or so balloons, the chair, still in it's box, rested on the back seat, as they drove home. Al paused for a moment and the phone when silent. After a moment he picked up his story.
"We were almost home, John, just a few blocks away." He said, he sounded a little calmer. "We'd slowed down to take that corner on Fender, you know the one, Gar is always complaining about how dangerous it is."
He paused and John heard another quiet sob, "He's always so careful at that corner," Al continued, "you know it's a blind corner. They came around the corner going so fast, Garret couldn't react at all, they just slammed into us. They turned the corner, and their car slammed ours, sitting ducks, we were sitting ducks, there was nothing we could do."
The line went dead again.
Al sat quietly in the hospital; he was in a room away from Garret and he was feeling lonely and helpless as he waited for news on Garret's condition. As he paused to gather his thoughts and catch his breath, he remembered how hard it had been for he and Garret to come together. Unlike John and Adam, he and Garret were still new. They weren't sure it would work. Al had spoken with John about the change. He wasn't entirely happy with losing his regular thing with John, but he had to admit the Garret had been fun that afternoon.
John arranged a meeting between them. He waited with Garret at Garret's home for Al to show up. Obviously, they had met before, but both wanted John there for the initial meeting. It turned out that they didn't need John. As soon as Al arrived, the heat between them was obvious. After a few minutes John excused himself and left them alone. As soon as the door closed behind John, well even a little before that, Garret was all over Al. Al had never been a big kisser, but they were deep in a tongue battle before the door closed. They didn't even notice that John had left.
Garret broke the kiss long enough to lead the way upstairs. They both were shedding clothes are they climbed the stairs. By the time they reached Garret's bedroom both were naked and hard. Garret pushed Al down to the bed and knelt beside the edge of the bed and swallowed Al's cock.
Al knew as soon as that mouth closed around his cock that this was something he wanted a lot more of. He remembered he'd thought about it after, about how right it felt, and he came up with a theory. He'd always enjoyed his time with John, but as they were both closeted, they'd each held something back, keeping that door only so far open, but Garret didn't have that issue - yes, he wasn't "out" but he wasn't trying to hide from anybody either and, as a result, he put his whole self into being with Al.
He remembered that mouth leaving his cock and Garret mounting him, sliding his cock down on Al's fat seven inches. Inch by inch Garret had lowered himself down onto Al's cock. Each inch sent waves of pleasure across Al's whole body. It was electric. It was almost overwhelming. Garret rocked back and forth on Al's cock, while stroking his own. He came fast that first time, shooting cum across Al's stomach and chest. He kept riding and stroking. His cock never going soft. He pushed his ass down until he could feel Al's balls under him then lifted off. Having cum already once, he took his time.
Unlike with John, Al was a passive top in this instance, and he just enjoyed letting Garret drive, as it were. And Garret did just that driving Al's cock into and out of his own ass. He stroked himself furiously, faster than he was lifting and falling and in about a minute he was ready to cum again. He sprayed Al's lower belly with cum, covering it with ropes of cum.
