The mountainous road was serpentine forcing Richard Munfry to grip the steering wheel tightly as he handled the big Mercedes with the assurance of a race car driver. Storm clouds gathered and raindrops began to fall as the sky darkened and lightning flashed in the distance. He drove a little too fast for Harry Arnold, his childhood friend who sat besides him trying hard not to appear frightened but was as Richard raced into a turn, wheels shrieking as the car lurched forward up the twisting mountainside. Richard's icy blue eyes glanced at the rear view mirror at the road behind him for any fast approaching state troopers. He then looked at his friends, Tom O'hare, and Ted Peters who slept soundly in the back seat as he raced towards his destination.

"Tom, can sleep on a bed of nails and so can Ted," Richard said and patted Harry on the knee. "Even as kids they could sleep standing up and nothing bothered them while we tossed and turned all night and worried about something."

Harry smiled and looked at Richard who was sixty but didn't appear a day over forty-five. He was bronzed from the sun accenting his handsome face. He still trained five days a week as he done all his entire life and took great pride in his appearance. Richard's wealth was not based on his intellect or ability, but the largess of a rich lover who died leaving him his estate valued at over thirty million dollars.

In spite of Richard's occasional temper tantrums and pomposity, Harry and the Boys as he called them, depended and counted upon him since they were kids. When Harry's wife was diagnosed with cancer and throughout her entire illness, Richard, Tom and Ted were there for him. But they were also there for Richard

When his friend was taken ill and died. They were there for Tom when his wife succumbed.

The four friends still met for breakfast at a local Greek diner every Saturday, come rain or shine when they were available. Richard always included them in his plans and was generous to a fault. Richard's gayness was never an issue between any of them and when he told them in high school that he was gay,  they all cried out in unison," who cares."

Harry was heavyset with broad shoulders and a big belly. Every week he looked at the calendar and promised himself that he would go on a diet. He often did but to no avail. He had a full head of brown hair that was turning gray at the temples and alert, brown eyes that danced with life. He taught English at a private school and threatened to retire at least once a month but loved teaching and the kids that he taught.

Tom O'hare stirred in the back seat. "Are we almost there?" he said. "I have to take a leak real bad."

"Hold your water," Harry said. "We're almost there."

Tom was a big, burly Irish detective who loved to eat judging by his girth. Tom was over six feet tall with thick salt and pepper hair. His robin blue eyes were filled with mischief. He had a round cherubic face and rosy cheeks. His large belly hung over his beltline and like Harry was always on a diet. He had been a widower for the last five years and Harry's best friend.

Ted slept angelically, a grin plastered on his face. He was the brains of the group, the smart one. As a kid, he was the one that got them into trouble and clever enough to get them out of it. He was tall and thin and hadn't changed over the years and even though his hairline had receded, his humor and intellect hadn't. He was a judge and divorced.

"Can you pull over Rich?" Tom said with a pained expression. "My bladder is full and my eyeballs are beginning to float. I don't want to piss on your new leather seats."

Richard stopped the car and Tom jumped out and relieved himself at the side of the road. He came back to the car smiling. "I feel ten pounds lighter. Home James," he said to Richard.

"Wipe your hands," Richard ordered. "I don't want piss stains on the interior," he said and Harry laughed not knowing if Richard was serious or not.

"The fucking guy is serious," Tom said and took out his handkerchief and wiped his hands. "Even as a kid you were a dick and age has only exacerbated you dickdom."

Their laughter awoke Ted from his slumber and he stretched and cleaned his glasses on his shirt. "Are we nearly there?" he asked and Tom hit him with his newspaper.

The road they traveled on was deserted at this hour and up ahead they spotted a lone figure walking along the side of the road.

"Should we stop?" Richard said. "It's gonna pour in a few minutes and there's nothing around here for miles."

"Sure “Harry said.”He appears to be the right age for you and there are four of us and one of him and Tom is carrying his gun."

"Do it" Ted said. "He might even prove to be interesting as you three guys have been boring the shit out of me since this trip began."

Richard stopped the car and the young man came running. Harry opened the window.

"Can you give me a lift?" the young man said. "It's going to come down in a minute."

He was around twenty-eight and clean-shaven. He was and handsome. His hair was the color of summer wheat and his eyes blazed like sapphires. Richard stared at the young man's body and said,

"Hop in, we're not going far but you're welcome to join us."

"Any place is just fine. I thought I might get lucky and be in Bradsville by nightfall but this road isn't heavily traveled and my feet are hurting from all this walking. My name is Stuart Sherman""

"Where you headed?" Tom asked.

"No where and everywhere," he answered. "I don't mean to be smug. I'm single, burned out and I've saved a few bucks and decided to see the country. When I find a place that I like, I'll stay a spell." He was over six feet tall and well built. In his T shirt his muscular arms and chest were evidence of a man serious about his body.

"Burned out?" Tom asked.

"Don't mind the questions," Harry said. "Tom’s a detective and he puts us all through the Spanish Inquisition. He doesn't mean anything. It's just ingrained in him."

Stuart smiled. "I don't mind at all. Been alone on the road for a few days and nice to speak with people. "Yes," he said. "I'm burned out so that I needed a life style change.” I traded commodities for a major company that

 went belly up in the Enron mess and I found myself on the shelf so to speak. I guess it was a signal that it was time for me to move on so here I am. "

"I'm Harry Arnold, the man seated next to you is Ted Peters and that's Tom O'hare and the man driving the bus is Richard Munfry."

"Nice to meet you all," he said in a friendly voice. "I really appreciate the ride."

Suddenly the rain came down and they drove in silence. Harry spotted familiar landmarks along the road and knew they were approaching Richards house. The drove by the cemetery where Bob was buried and down a dirt road that was hardly used once the thruway was built.

"Nearly there," Richard said. "Stuart, we're going to my house for the weekend and you're welcome to join us for the night. Harry and Tom are great cooks and there is plenty of room. Tomorrow we'll put you back on the road after a decent breakfast."

"You wouldn't mind?" Stuart asked.

"Not at all," Harry said and smiled looking at Richard who looked at the handsome young man through the rear view mirror.

They drove a mile up a road, past a stone fence and into a driveway that was carefully manicured and Richard's house appeared out of the mist. It was an old farm house over two hundred years old on sixty acres of land sitting on a private lake. The lawn was as big as a baseball field and every Fourth of July, Richard had a softball game for the local gays that had homes in the area and then a big cookout with fireworks.

They pulled into the driveway and parked the car and they all got out. They walked in the back way, past the pool and a garden that was in full bloom. They walked up steps to a huge flag stone terrace that overlooked the pool and lake and they entered the house. Richard had a woman who came in and a fire was lit and the provisions that he ordered put away. Stuart stood in the large kitchen and shook his head.

"Nice spread," he said.

"It works for me," Richard said. "Harry do me a favor and show Stuart to his room. It's the one next to mine."

Harry smiled to himself and showed Stuart to a beautifully decorated room with a fireplace. Each room had a fireplace. Stuart put his stuff on the bed.

"I'll show you around," Harry said and walked Stuart throughout the house.

It was beautiful old house and the old beams were original and the wooden planks were polished to a high gloss. There were three fireplaces downstairs and one in each of the five bedrooms. The house had a sauna and a hot tub and all the comforts that a rich man wanted and desired and decorated by a top New York designer.

"After you freshen up," Harry said, "cocktails are being served."

A few hours later

"A toast to Harry and Tom," Richard said, "for a wonderful meal. Tonight, you guys outdid yourselves."

Everyone was relaxed as the wine flowed along with the conversation. "Now that dinner is over, who's game for the hot tub?" Richard asked. "Its stopped raining and it’s a beautiful night. A glass of bubbly while we soak and relax will have us all sleeping like babies.

"I'm game," Stuart said.

"Anybody else? Richard asked knowing that his friends wouldn't use the hot tub while he was trying to seduce this young, handsome man.

Harry and Tom stood doing the dishes and cleaning up. From where they stood they could view Richard and Stuart as they sat with their feet dangling in the hot tub.

"Do you think, he'll get him?" Tom asked. "My money's on Richard."

"Where's Ted?" Harry asked. "Maybe he wants to make a bet."

"Conked out on the couch. He's depressed. Found out his wife got a new boyfriend and it's killing him."

They stood there as Richard slipped into the water and came up between Stuart's legs and put his hands on his muscular legs. They could hear laughter but not what they were saying.

"Richard must be drooling looking at that kid's incredible body and that piece of meat dangling between his legs." Harry said.

"Not to worry," Tom responded. "Soon he will be having his second meal of the night." No sooner had Tom said it that they saw Richard's head between Stuart's legs and taking his organ into his mouth.

"Son of a bitch," Tom said. "He's fucking unbelievable."

They watched as Richard licked the young man's cock and how Stuart leaned back enjoying it as Richard applied the mouth that had conquered countless men over the years.

Harry could hear Tom's breathing and looked down to see a bulge rising in his pants. He reached down and grabbed Tom's cock.

"What's this?" Harry said holding Tom's cock.

"Don't know, but it's been so long since I've had sex, I just got excited watching them and got this boner."

Harry's fingers lingered on Tom's dick and massaged it with his hand, then reached out and kissed Tom full on the lips.

"Are you crazy?" Tom shouted. "Do you have any idea what you're doing?"

Harry didn't say a word but held him close and Tom felt Harry's erection pressing against him. They stood there not moving as Harry's tongue entered Tom's mouth and kissed him. At first it was tentative, but then with passion.

Tom reacted to Harry's kisses by pulling away. Harry saw the stunned look on his friend's face but it was too late to do anything about it. He was high but not drunk but wanted to kiss Tom. They had been best friends since grade school and Harry was concerned that his impulsiveness would or could affect their friendship. He found Tom in the den looking out at the lake and stood behind him.

"I'm sorry Tom but I guess I had too much wine and reacted."

Tom didn't move but stood staring out the window.

"No, damn it. I’ve wanted to do it for years. "I'm glad that it happened and I wish you would have reacted differently but you haven't and there's nothing I can do about it."

Tom turned and faced Harry. There were tears in his eyes and one that ran down his cheek. He pulled Harry into his arms kissing him with feelings that had been bottled up inside him for years and poured out of him.

"Do you know how long I waited for you to do that? To say that?" he said and kissed Harry with a kiss that was tender yet smoldering as Tom's tongue found his and they were locked in each other's arms. He unzipped Harry's shorts, and felt his cock through the cotton briefs and slipped his hand down his briefs and grabbed his cock. Harry moaned as Tom held it. It was large and straining to be released. He ran his hand up and down Harry's shaft feeling his stiff organ as his hand fondled his balls which were large and smooth to the touch.

"Have we both gone insane?" Harry said and looked into Tom's blue eyes and kissed him sweetly on the nose and then the cheeks and then his mouth until his tongue was buried in his inside of his mouth tasting wine, herbs as Tom returned his kisses.

"We may be, but I dreamed of this for a long time. Anyway, we're two consenting adults." Tom answered and opened Harry's shirt, his fingers finding Harry's fleshy chest and his nipple. He played with it feeling it come alive in his fingers.

"Oh God," Harry moaned as Tom put his mouth on his nipple and began to suck on it gently and then applied pressure so it began to grow and harden in his mouth.

"Not here," Tom said. "I want to make love to you in a bed as I fantasized about all these years."

They climbed the stairs to Tom's room. A fire was lit and a small night lamp was on. They embraced holding each other as they clumsily undressed one other, at first unsure of what they were doing. Was it the wine? They both didn't care as they touched each other with an urge that was strong and powerful, enjoying the sensation that each touch brought to them. They didn't speak but held each other's hand and kissed. Tom licked Harry's ear and ran his tongue inside of Harry's ear lobe. He felt Harry shudder and felt the skin on his arms rise as he sucked on his lobes, his breath hot against Harry's ear that had him panting from excitement.

Tom was smooth and Harry ran his hand over his belly. He held it there and felt the slow movement of his belly as it rose and fell with each breath he took. His hand was party of Tom's body as he kissed him. His hand moved his hand down to Tom's organ and lingered on his throbbing dick. He held him close and pulled down his briefs and held his uncut cock. It wasn't large but thick. Harry fondled it and Tom twitched and began to leak.

"Harry, if you touch me I might cum, I'm so hot," his voice husky as pulled Harry toward him and led him to the bed. They lay down next to each other and they kissed once more now sure of what they wanted and that was to love each other.

"Do you realize that if Richard knew what we were doing up here he would die?" Tom said and reached down and slipped off Harry's briefs. Harry's cock was large and thick as he rubbed it against Tom's belly and kissed him.

"It can't be wrong if I feel wonderful lying here next to you," Harry said. They entwined their fingers and held one another. Harry kissed Tom's nipples and sucked on them. Tom groaned as Harry flicked at one with the ball of his thumb as he licked the other and held him close to him. Harry moved down Tom's body kissing his stomach and tonguing his bellybutton as he found the soft mound of gray hair of his crotch. Harry was inexperienced but enjoyed eating his wife's pussy when she allowed it. He thought the same principle applied to a man and that was pleasing your partner. He found Tom's organ and put his fingers on the shaft and milked back the head and saw the beads of pre cum that had formed around the rim. He had never done anything like this before but wanted to taste Tom's cum, wanted to know what his load was like. His tongue tasted the thick liquid which was sweet as honey. He put his mouth on Tom's organ and sucked slowly not sure of what he was doing but had watched Richard over the years as he did his tricks. Harry licked at the hood, his tongue inside licking at Tom's slit and feeling it grow as his mouth moved down the shaft.

"Oh, Harry," I never felt this way before. Please, don't stop and love me."

Harry sucked on Tom's cock, licking his balls and Tom lifted his legs and Harry could see his ass.

"Please don't make me cum," Tom pleaded. "I love you Harry," he said.

"Me, or my mouth on your dick?"

"You. It has always been you since we've been kids, I've always loved you and wanted you. I made love to Martha and it was you I was loving. I never said anything for fear you would laugh at me and I couldn't bear that. I feared if I did I would lose your friendship. I never told Richard that I was gay or anyone and have been living a lie all these years and wanted you always. "

"You big lug, Harry said and kissed him. "All these years and not a word. I never had a clue. I fought my gayness because of my family and responsibilities. I know that sex with the wife was all right when I was younger but I always fantasized about being in threesomes and with another heavy man. I was afraid to be with a man, fearful of the consequences, so I pushed sex from my mind. When the wife turned me off I didn't care and polished my rocket and more than once it was over you." He kissed Tom and they lay in each other's arms.

Tom wanted Harry's load; wanted it forever and now he was going to get it.

He held Harry's cock and licked at the slit and tongued the head until his saliva made it slick as he put his mouth on it and began to suck slowly moving down the shaft and then up, concentrating on the head as Harry moved under him running his hands lovingly through Tom's hair. Harry's cock was big and Tom wanted it in his ass. He dreamed of it in him and said.

"Harry, I want you to fuck me. I want you inside of me where you belong."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Harry's cock was hard as steel as Tom lay besides him, his ass ready for the taking as Harry rubbed against his buns, sliding his cock down the ass crack as Tom spread his cheeks so Harry could put it dick into his hole. Tom had a beautiful round ass for a heavy man. Harry began to kiss first one cheek and then another as Harry's tongue gently glided its way down the crack of Tom's ass, now moist with Harry's saliva. In the soft light of the room, he could see Tom's touch hole. His tongue snaked in as Tom moved up and down on Harry's tongue moaning happily. Harry licked Tom's ass slowly enjoying the taste of his sweetness as he rimmed him. He had never done anything like this in thirty years of marriage but loved doing it with Tom. Tom moved his ass upward so Harry could get deeper penetration. Tom was in ecstasy as Harry savored Tom's ass and he pushed it into Harry face calling out his name as Harry probed his ass with his tongue.

"Have you ever been fucked before?" Harry asked.

"No," Tom said, "but I want it with you."

 Harry felt giddy as a teenager who was on his first date as he gently pushed his dick into Tom's hole and felt his tight ass as his prick strained to enter. He heard Tom groan in pain and was fearful that he had hurt Tom and backed away.

"Slow so I can get use to that tool of yours," Tom said and grabbed Harry's cock.

Harry began again and he heard Tom groan as his cock entered him and he stopped, holding Tom tight, kissing his neck leaving his cock at the entrance of his hole. It was warm, tight and wet and the feeling was indescribable to Harry who never felt this way. Tom moved his ass slowly and Harry inched into him, and rested while Tom got use to the feel of his tool. Once the pain had eased, Harry moved slowly, the friction of Tom's tight ass and the sight of his beautiful buns had him on the edge. He held Tom's belly, soft and round and gripped his cock which was soft but began to grow as Harry played with it. With a final thrust, Harry was inside of

Tom and began to move in him.

"Are you all right?" Harry asked. "Am I hurting you?"

"No, I'm fine now. It hurt going in but it is everything is as I dreamed it would be. Fuck me, come inside of me," he whispered and kissed Harry's fingers, sucking on them. "I love you Harry."

Those words were music to Harry's ears as he moved inside Tom who ground his hips as moved to take the thrusts.

"Oh, baby, it feels so good with you in me. Love me Harry, do what you want with me. I'm yours."

Harry was on fire, inflamed by Tom's words and not having had sex in years and he began to move feeling Tom's ass and his heat as he moved within him. He didn't know how long he could hold out but wanted this feeling to never end. Tom shook his ass as Harry grinded his dick into him loving him with his tool as he felt himself getting ready to shoot his load.

"I'm going to cum" he cried out.

"Give me your love, fill me with it.  "I love you Harry."

With those words, Harry filled Tom's ass with his load as the cream poured out of him into Tom's beautiful ass. They didn't move and when he was soft he pulled out and Tom turned and faced him. There were tears in Tom's eyes. Harry went down on Tom who was semi hard and he began to suck him, sliding back the shaft with his mouth and tonguing him as he slid up and down his pole until he was stiff. He made love to his organ as he had made love to his ass. It was natural for him as he took Tom's dick into his mouth and down his throat and heard Tom's moans of pleasure. He wanted Tom's juice, to taste the ambrosia that would be soon his as the head of Tom's cock was growing large and he heard him cry out,

"I'm cumming" and shot his load into Harry's mouth. He was released and had given him his love and Harry was pleased as he tasted his cum and then swallowed his load.

Not a word was spoken as they laid there holding each other. Nothing needed to be said for they found out that loving one another was all that mattered.

The Next Day

Did I miss anything last night," Ted said. "The booze sure hit me hard."

"Nothing," Tom said and winked at Harry. "We were tired and went to bed early."

"Where's Richard?"

"Driving Stuart to the highway," Harry responded.

"That's nice. What's the plans for the day?"

"Don't know about you, but Harry and I will take a walk and then come back and nap as you know how this country air makes us sleepy."

"I'll probably go into town with Richard so you guys will be alone most of the afternoon."

"We'll manage," Tom said and Harry looked at him with love in his eyes.