Prologue
My parents were getting older and feeble, so for a year I had been traveling home often to see them, leaving my family behind. Needing a break from the geriatric home environment, I called one of my fraternity brothers, Joe, that I'd reconnected with several months before when he'd called from the airport on a brief layover in Atlanta. I grew up in the Midwest and went to a large public university there. Most of my college friends were still in the Midwest, but I'd left for grad school in the Southeast, and stayed. We were out of college for 25 years, in our upper 40's and hadn't seen each other in a long time. When he was passing through Atlanta, we had agreed that we needed to get together the next time I was back in town. He had divorced at age 26 and only recently remarried and invited me for dinner to meet his wife and young stepson the next time I came to town. When I called and told him I was back in town, his wife and young stepson were out of town visiting her family. Another frat brother Pat was at his house and he invited me to join them for a drink. When I got there, he and Pat were sitting in his den sipping some good scotch - I'd taught them both to enjoy scotch back in college.
I should tell you that I'm bi and married, and deep in the closet. At that time my boyfriend of seven years had been transferred overseas, about 6 months before, and I hadn't been with a guy since he left. Nobody at the frat house had any idea about my other sexual side - in the 1970's at a large Midwestern University, being bi or gay was far less acceptable than it is now, and I was ashamed of my desires for another man. But, that hadn't kept me from fantasizing about Pat and our other good buddy Danny every time I jacked off, which was frequently (back then nobody admitted to jacking off either). I knew where all the one toilet bathrooms were on campus. I'd go when there were no classes on that floor. You could lock the door and take your time rubbing one out. I'd dropped many a load fantasizing about sucking one of those guys off.
I sat down and they poured me a drink. They told me that they were planning a guys golf trip to Arizona in a couple weeks, with Danny and another guy I didn't know, Bill, but that Bill had just canceled out and they needed a fourth. Not being much of a golfer, but wanting to have a break from the routine I said I'd go, if they'd put up with my shitty golf game. That brightened them up, because they were considering canceling the trip.
After a few drinks and reminiscing, our discussion turned to sex. Pat said his sex life had gotten a little bland and less frequent since being married 20+ years. I lied and agreed with him, because I couldn't tell them about the hot times I'd had at the local motel, before my boyfriend had moved. Joe was recently married and he said he was getting plenty at home.
After a while, Pat suggested we play a drinking game to see who had had the kinkiest sex life over the years. Here's the game. You would go around the table and the person who's turn it was would say something that they had done or hadn't done sexually. The other guys would then say if they had or hadn't done the same thing. If everybody had the same experience nobody drank. If you hadn't done anything that another guy at the table had done, you had to take a shot. Same if you had done something they said they hadn't. Sort of a version of Never Have I Ever, but different. I started to feel a little uncomfortable, and it seemed that they could sense it - besides my male-male experiences, my sex life hadn't been that adventurous. Thinking that there was no way these guys would stray into male- male sex, I just went along.
We went through several rounds of pretty bland sexual activity where nobody had to take a shot because we all had done the usual stuff - had sex outdoors, had sex in a swimming pool, etc. I'd had to take a couple shots because I was the only one who hadn't had sex in an airplane, and believe it or not I'd never fucked in a car. I was getting a little tipsy and it was my turn, and the only thing I could come up with was that I hadn't had group sex (I'm bi, but only within a relationship - not into cruising). Damn if Pat and Joe hadn't both been with two girls so I'm drinking again. Then Pat admits to jacking off in a public bathroom stall while guys were peeing at the urinals, but was quick to say that nobody heard him. Joe dropped his jaw, but then had to take a shot when I admitted to having done the same, saying "I thought everyone had done that".
Now it's Joe's turn and he comes up with "I've never french kissed a guy" and chuckled and shrugged his shoulders, like he assumed we would all say the same. Pat agrees and they look at me. I pause and squirm a little. Do I just lie? The pause is getting too long. Their eyes get a little wider when I still haven't answered, and I come out with "um, well, you see....." They both just went ahead and poured a shot and downed it.
My turn and I try to get off that subject with "I've never had sex on the beach" - Joe and I are taking another shot.
Pat then gets this sly look on his face and staring me in the eye says "I've never sucked dick". Joe is quick to agree and then there's this silence.....Damn,why did I agree to this game......"Um, well, guys.....".
Pat, still looking slyly at me, says "Don't worry, nothing goes beyond the three of us".
A little too drunk for good judgment, I come back with, "Well, I have sucked dick and you guys are about to get really drunk....".
Joe comes up with something lame that we'd all done and it's my turn again. "I've had my dick sucked by another guy." Shots for Joe and Pat. It's Pat's turn and I notice he's getting hard. He stares me in the eyes, again with that sly look, and says "I've never swallowed cum." and Joe agrees quickly. There's another long pause and Joe mutters "Damn" as I tell them to drink up. Well from then on the guys are doing shot after shot - fucking a guy, getting fucked, rimming, getting rimmed, giving a guy a facial, getting a facial from a guy, etc. Despite getting drunker and drunker, Pat still seems to still have a woody.
It was getting late and I needed to get home. I'd actually had a chance to sober up at the end since they were doing all the shots. I got up and apologized.
"Guys, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told you those things. I should have just lied, like I did in college."
Joe asked if I'd done anything with any of our frat brothers. I told him that I only had fantasies back then and I hadn't really done anything until my late 30's.
I said "I'm sure you guys can find somebody else to take my place on the golf outing. Please don't let anybody else know what we talked about here. Despite what you're now thinking about me, I am happily married and I wouldn't want to have anything upset that".
Pat looks up at me and tells me that they still want me to come on the trip and not to worry about it. He added that nobody but us three would know anything, and winked at me. Not sure what I was going to do about the trip, which was in a few weeks, we shook hands. Hugging would have been awkward after what I had just shared. I headed out for home, thinking I'd probably just screwed up a couple of good friendships and I was afraid word would get around. I could hear it now, "Can you believe Bob's bi? I always thought he might be gay. You know, he never did date much in college and hardly ever hooked up with girls at the bars." Maybe it would never get back to the wife, since we lived half-way across the country....
Chapter 1
Well, after spilling my secret about being bi to my college buddies during that drinking game, I decided to call Pat and discuss the upcoming golf trip. He reassured me that they still wanted me to come and not to worry about it. My confession about my sexuality didn't matter to them. Besides, if I didn't go, they wouldn't have a foursome and they didn't want to have to play with some stranger. With some reluctance I agreed. I still needed a break from the work routine and flying back and forth to check on my ailing parents.
Time flew by and we all arrived in Scottsdale. They'd booked a nice resort and we were going to play the courses there. We were all supposed to arrive mid-morning, but flight delays put me there mid-afternoon, so I took a taxi from the airport. When I arrived they were in the lobby, getting ready to drive around and check out the town. Handshakes and the usual "how was your flight" welcome from Joe and Pat; a tight squeeze around the shoulder from Danny, always one of our more physical friends.
Pat and I were about the same height, 6'1" for me with Pat about an inch shorter. He was definitely better looking. Wavy hair that never looked combed, but never looked out of place. Pat had an easy manner about him and was always fun to talk with, about any subject. More of a golfer and tennis player, he always stayed fit and toned, but not really that muscular. His best feature was his smile. He'd find some humor in most anything. When he'd come up with something funny, he'd laugh and lean in like he was telling you a secret, grabbing you by the elbow and showing that smile, and then pull back and just laugh harder. You had to work to not enjoy being around him. No wonder he either had a girlfriend or got laid easily if he didn't.
Joe was shorter, the son of two second generation Italians. Friendly, and he'd always have your back. Not stocky, but not lean. He was deceptively quick in sports. Friends would go out for a run with him and be left a mile behind. Not handsome, but not bad looking. Hair receding even in college. Joe liked to have a good time, and he always chased pussy, but with less success than Pat.
Danny was the same height as Joe, but muscular without trying at it. Great shoulders! He won the state high school wrestling championship in his weight class. An Irish catholic kid with a square jaw and a hearty laugh. He also had a distinctive smile, jutting his jaw out a little to the side. Danny mainly went to college to party and have a good time. He dated his high school girlfriend and didn't have to work at getting laid. Never very academic, he graduated and got a great job with a major commercial insurance firm.
We'd be sharing two rooms, on different wings, but not too far apart. I was rooming with Danny. They asked if I wanted to go with them on their ride around the area, but I decided to drop my stuff off at the room, then go to the pool and grab some lunch. We were to meet back at Danny's and my room for drinks at 5:00 p.m. I lounged by the pool and had a beer and a sandwich. The scenery was pretty good, including the stud who brought me my food and beer. I napped a little and noticed it was getting close to 5:00, so I headed back to the room.
When I got to the room, the guys were back and already having a drink. I walked in wearing my swim trunks and a sleeveless T-shirt. It was a large room and Pat was sitting in a chair that faced the end of one of the queen size beds. Danny and Joe were in chairs at the table by the window. They all smiled as I came in. Danny, in particular, was beaming. I walked past the closet and noticed all my clothes were gone. I slowly looked around the room and didn't see my empty suitcase.....or Danny's....or anything that either of us had brought. I peeked in the bathroom, thinking they were playing some practical joke on me and the stuff would be in there, but it wasn't, and there weren't any towels either.
