The Day his Motor Died - 11. Chapter 11

Epilogue

In the year 2020, the twins were twenty-six. They had both bought starter homes in the Borough of Queens. They lived two doors apart, and both couples were expecting their first child. Margie was carrying a girl, and Marian was having a boy.

Unfortunately the twins never reconnected with there brothers.

Michael and Doug were very much empty nesters. One night, Michael was fucking Doug, and Doug started to cry.

“What’s wrong?” Michael asked. “Did I hurt you?”

“Of course not. It’s just that we’re forty-eight years old now. The thought that we might not be able to do this much longer saddens me.”

“Listen Dufus, we’re at the height of our sexual powers. It’s not going to diminish for a very long time, so stop crying and let’s make love.”

“You’re such a big shot,” Doug said. “Let me test you. After you cum, keep on going until you have a second orgasm. I don’t ever want you outside of me.”

“So, you think I’m a wuss. I’ll show you. I accept your challenge.”

After he came, Michael lay still for a while. His cock softened some, but it did not fall out. He started stroking again. He stroked for quite a while. Doug could feel him getting harder and harder inside of him. With a loud scream of “FUCK!” Michael had another orgasm.

Afterward, they both lay quietly, holding hands, and crying because they loved each other so much.

Life was good to them, and they knew it, but Michael would still not allow himself to become too complacent. He knew how dangerous complacency could be. Neither their ages nor the fear that life was too good, could stop him and Doug from making love as often and as passionately as when they first met in their twenties on a lonely Wyoming road.