Andy and I were kids together, and eventually, we both realized we loved enemas and anal sex. Our mothers got involved when we were discovered, and I was punished severely, as was he. Sometime later, Andy's family moved away, and we had no opportunity to renew our friendship. Years later, I was sitting in the local restaurant in my town, and a man who looked familiar walked in. I soon realized it was Andy. By now, I had my own business and lived in a large condominium in town. I wondered how he was doing and decided to get reacquainted.

"Hello," I said, walking over to the table where Andy sat alone. "I believe we knew each other as kids. I'm Jack," I added, holding out my hand.

"I don't believe it," Andy responded. "It's been years, Jack. ," Andy responded, "Please, sit down".

I did so, and we looked over each other as I remembered our younger days together. "Are you living here in town again, Andy?" I asked.

"Just moved here about a month ago," added Andy. "Spent years in the military, and now I decided to return to my roots. I'm actually living in our old home. I happened to be on the market, and I scooped it up. What about you?"

"I owned a small business here, Andy. My parents both passed away, and I still live in our home as well. I never really wanted to leave, although I did do four years in the Army." and spend a few seconds remembering their times together as kids.

"Interesting," Andy answered in response, "I was Army myself, but that is past history. Now, I just want to relax for a while before deciding what to do next."

Jack looked into Andy's eyes and saw that same boy he enjoyed spending time with in his early years. He wondered if Andy might realize Jack was gay, although it really didn't matter.

"Join me for dinner?" asked Andy, pointing to the other seat at the small table by the window.

"Love to," Jack responded. "Time to catch up on our lives apart." He sat opposite his old friend, and they ordered drinks before dinner.

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