0 comments/ 17346 views/ 3 favorites Renewed Friendship Ch. 01 By: Dawns Twenty five years out of high school, I found myself one day thinking about classmates, and former friends. Sitting by the scenic pond just a few miles from my apartment I did not have a care in the world that afternoon. The letter that came in my mail that morning informing me that my 25th high school reunion was just two months away set me to wondering what became of at least some people who once were buddies. I had been a jock in high school playing on the hockey team as a forward. At five foot ten with muscular legs I could skate as fast as anyone in the conference. Since leaving high school I had graduated college, worked first as a bank officer and currently as a certified financial advisor. I had stayed with hockey but have long since traded in my skates for high school coaches job. The weather was no surprise as I disembarked from the 767 jet at the Seattle airport. It was one of those cold damp and miserable days that was so common in Washington state. A short but expensive cab ride brought me to the hotel where I would spend the weekend and attend the reunion the following afternoon which was Sunday. Just after I had signed in I saw a woman who I thought should look familiar. She wore her light strawberry blond hair in a medium length style parted high on the right side. She was tall for a girl, perhaps five nine. Our eyes met and then there was recognition. "Randy Taylor, is that you?" "Yes it is," I replied. "You're Jill right?" "Jill Mitchell. My name back then was Connor." "Jill Connor, cheerleader," I said. We embraced like two old friends remembering that we had briefly dated. The romance had lasted two months during my junior year after a friendship that had begun during late summer. While attending college I had stopped denying who I am and had taken a boyfriend for the first time. Ron Haley and I had dated for two years after I had graduated. Things didn't work out between Ron and I but I knew that my future partners would always be men. "So bring me up to date," I said. Jill had become a 'soccer mom' with a 16 year old. "David loves playing. He's always out on the field with his ball practicing." "That's good. What's up here?" "I'm on the reunion committee. I've been working my ass off to get this whole thing organized." "No help?" "I've spent months trying to find everyone but it's not easy." There were three people who came to mind that I hoped she contacted. They would make the reunion worth while. Mark Henning seemed as though he should have had a date every weekend. The lean six foot one curly haired blue eyed blond seemed to mix well with the girls. Though not a jock he did play basketball at the end of his parents' drive way. I had tossed a few shots through that hoop and had missed quite a few. I also had my other friends. These were Matt, and Paul from the hockey team. I usually ran with them when I wasn't chasing girls. "Is there anything I can help you with?" I said. "Would you Randy? Thank you so much!" I had become unofficially a member of the committee. This was an opportunity for Jill and I to talk about old times and current times and help an old friend out of a jam. Jill had become a nurse and was of the opinion that stocks were too risky. She had married a plumber who had a thriving business. Two o'clock on Sunday afternoon had come and the reunion was finally under way. Class mates came up to the reception desk singly and in pairs. I found myself handing out name tags. The room was decorated with a commemorative banner. Tables were set up. There was even a band. Some time after the meal Mark delivered news that caught almost everyone by surprise. "I'm gay," he said to the entire group. "I have been since high school. I never dated any of those girls." For me it was no surprise knowing what I know about gays. My mind played an image of Mark being involved with women's' fashions in some way. The whispers started. There were those who truly didn't care. Others said, "don't do it in my face." Still others wondered if he had AIDS. Knowing that he would like support I went to his side. We looked into each other's eyes for a few seconds that passed very slowly. Finally I came out to the crowd. "I'm gay also and Mark was a great friend during high school." Jill approached me toward the end of the time. She seemed pleased when she took me aside. "I've known about Mark since we were Sophomores. We always confided in each other. Thank you for standing by him Randy." "O no problem," I replied, "besides he's hot." She giggled and smacked my arm playfully. "That's so shallow!" Sometime later that evening I closed the door to room 210 softly behind Mark and myself. The darkened room with it's king size bed provided the perfect romantic setting. I put my arms around him at the waist and he threw his hands around me. As I pulled him towards me our pent up desire exploded with a passionate kiss. As our lips pressed hard together the faint whine of my zipper drove me mad with wonton desire. With a little nudge my pants fell to the floor as did his. He began to kiss his way lightly down my neck then back to my lips. Another long kiss followed then we drew back after a few seconds. Slowly I pulled the T shirt up my torso and over my head. He pulled his off. Mark's extended fingers touched my chest applying gentle pressure circled my nipples then rubbed them. I followed his lead. He closed his hand around my raging hardon pulling the foreskin. With his other hand he squeezed my buttocks pushing two fingers deep into my ass. After a few long seconds he pressed his throbbing huge cock onto my but crack then deep into my hole. My soft guttural moans grew louder and my pleasure intensified. He pumped hard with a fast rhythm that excited every nerve making my asshole tingle. His pelvis smacked repeatedly against my buttocks driving me to ecstasy. We awoke in the morning early barely covered by disheveled sheet and blanket. I turned to stare at my partner lying there with his chest heaving up and down and his very large flaccid cock set off against his lean thighs. He awoke slowly. "Did you sleep well last night?" I said. "Best I've slept in a long time," he replied. With a turn of the shower tap he set the water temperature to luke warm. I stood facing him washing his cock while he lathered his body. Going slowly to my knees I cupped my left hand under his balls and gently touched my lips to the smooth pink head. A second kiss followed then a third. My lips moved slowly and deliberately over his sex taking the full eight and half inches. His meat touched my throat then I drew back slowly. After a couple of minutes his come spewed onto my tongue and dripped off my lips onto my chin. Ron Haley had been my only long term relationship during a lifetime of one night stands. There had been several of those. I looked into Mark's eyes hoping he would be around for a lifetime. Renewed Friendship Ch. 02 My one night with Mark left me with food for thought during my long flight back to Denver. As I gazed out the airplane window the reasons to move back to my roots and the reasons to remain in my current home kept playing in my head. Twenty years had passed since I transferred to the mid western branch of the bank. I had made a life there with friends, business associates, and even the apartment condo that I had purchased. On the other hand Mark was in my head and in the Bremerton area with no intentions of moving. Our boyhood friendship had been off and on. Though I had spent time at his house he did not run with my other friends from the hockey team. Mark and I liked playing basketball at the end of the driveway. My other friends would sometimes play but on a court. Mostly we just skated and played baseball in the summer. In the fall of 1983 I went off to college and this is the point when my life took a turn. After years of being curious I had met Alan in the student lounge but that's another story. Back in Denver less than a week, I found myself yearning for my boyhood friend. Everything, his looks and mannerisms, stuck in my head. It was just the memories of all that as the old song says. Taking pen in hand I composed the following letter. " Dear Mark, I can't seem to get you out of my mind. I've been back home here in Denver for 3 days. I'm really considering moving back home because you're there. I'll put my home on the market. It's a condo. I added my e-mail address and signed it, "Your friend forever Randal." The lousy weather and the volcanoes are no big deal I told myself. Meanwhile life went on. The following morning saw another typical day at my office, a day that consisted of tracking selected mutual funds and giving investment advice. I had closed the office at 5 that afternoon and headed home arriving at six. My evening meal consisted of a Healthy Choice microwave dinner washed down with a beer. About once every two or three days I would check my e -mail and most of it was junk that I generally would discard before opening. One looked interesting. It was a comcast address and these generally used the sender's real name as the address. I opened the E letter from Mark. It read, "Hi Randy. It's me Mark. I wish you were here too. I love you!" That settled the issue. I would give my notice at the office, catch a flight back to Washington, and find the one person I most wanted to have by my side. This is a pain in the ass I said to myself at 6 am as I coped with the 9 11 security. Outside was still dark. The long wait while guards checked every passenger for a weapon never stopped bothering me just a little. Finally in daylight the jet lifted off from the runway and climbed into the highest clouds and above. Now I could finally relax. While the jet cruised above the clouds at 35 000 feet I focused on my new paperback novel by Robert Ludlum. Just before noon I walked down the step ladder onto the tarmac at sunlit Seattle airport. This is a good sign I told myself while walking back to the terminal where I expected to meet Mark. The two story red brink building on a tree lined street had tennis courts and a well manicured lawn. Here in Mark's home I could relax for a while before starting the job search. "Nice building," I said as we walked inside together. "I like it for the tennis court." "My place in Colorado had a nice view of the mountains." "You play tennis?" "No," I replied. "When did you take up that sport?" "After college," he answered. We sat in the small kitchen and bringing other up to date while enjoying a beer. My first impression of him was quite correct. He did make a living in fashion. "It's exciting to watch the ladies walk the runway wearing my creations." This boy who surrounded himself with girls during high school seemed feminine enough for people to sense that he's gay. Telling this to the alumni was stating the obvious. We brought each other up to date. I talked about hanging up my skates and coaching 11 and 12 year old boys. It was a good day for sight seeing when we awoke the following morning bound for Mount Rainier. I had not been to the forested land at the foot of the snow capped volcano in years. It would be romantic I told myself. The redwood stained picnic table surrounded by pine trees with some birds whistling was the perfect spot for us that Friday morning. We had or chest stocked with ice, bottled water and sandwiches. Passions that welled up inside induced making love. Mark took my hand in his and rested it on his thigh. I turned, stared into his eyes, and kissed his lips lightly. Neither of us cared if any one saw us. It was becoming more and more difficult as the day passed to control our passions. Our lips pressed again. This time was a lingering kiss that lasted several seconds. My cock began to stir. My lover's hand moved slowly gently up my thigh coming to rest on my sex and arousing it. We settled down after a few minutes to the task of putting up the tent, a canvas house that could hold a third person. It would become the ideal love nest. While the radio played blues softly my boyfriend and I made love passionately on the floor. I pulled his jeans slowly down then pressed my lips to the bulge in his white briefs. After a couple of seconds I pulled off his briefs and touched my lips to the smooth pink head giving it a soft kiss. He threw his arms around my shoulders holding tight and pulled his knees up and his feet back over his head. My throbbing huge sex pushed slowly deep into that orifice to the sound of soft guttural moans. "That feels so good. Don't stop!" We made love well into the night before rolling off to rest and drift off to sleep.