MESQUITE, TX—It was a dark afternoon. Cumulus clouds were directly overhead ready to drench the buildings and citizens of Mesquite.

Minutes before the rain started to pour, John Romero walked up to his
former friend’s house and rang the doorbell. John Carmack opened the
door a few seconds later, and was shocked to see Romero. 

"We need to talk," said Romero, holding back a smile. He was really
happy to see his old friend again. 

"There’s nothing to talk about," replied Carmack. 

"I think there is. Can I please come in?" 

Carmack reluctantly let his former friend inside his house. Romero sat
on the loveseat in the living room. Carmack sat in a chair next to him.
"What do you need to say," he asked. 

"I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about my life, and I don’t want to
have any regrets 10 years from now. So as much as it hurts my ego to
say what I’m about to say, deep deep down, I know it is the right
thing to do. So, here goes—I’m sorry." 

"What?" Carmack couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I was such a jerk when I worked for id.
I’m sorry that I’ve been worse since I left... the way I’ve let my
feelings about you be known publicly... the way I acted when we didn’t
make Quake an RPG which was the way I wanted to do it." 

"Really?" Outside, the rain was starting to sprinkle down. 

"My life has been so empty without you. What we shared was so great, so
spectacular, so… special, and I was a fool for leaving it. I was
childish and immature, and I want you to know that I’m truly sorry for
what I did, and I don’t blame you if you never talk to me again." 

"John," said Carmack, who stood up and then sat next to Romero on the
couch, "I’m speechless. I’ve felt the same way about us not being
together. Of course I can forgive you." Carmack then put his hand on
the inside of Romero’s hairy thigh, rubbing it up and down. "How I’ve missed you." 

"Kiss me," whispered Romero. 

Carmack removed Romero’s glasses and threw them to the floor. He
pushed Romero back and climbed on top of him. He could feel Romero’s
hard, throbbing cock poking out of his shorts. Carmack rubbed his hands
through Romero’s full, long mane while Romero slipped his hands into
Carmack’s pants, putting his fingers in Carmack’s butt crack. 

"That feels so good," moaned Carmack.

Eventually Romero’s hands came out of Carmack’s butt crack, and
worked their way to Carmack’s belt. Romero slowly unbuckled Carmack’s
belt, while having Carmack’s tongue in his mouth. He had forgotten
just how sweet Carmack’s tongue tasted. Romero unzipped Carmack’s
pants, revealing Carmack’s stiff railgun. Carmack never wears
underwear. 

"Fuck my face with your BFG," begged Romero, who then took Carmack’s
huge pecker into his mouth. Carmack was moaning in ecstasy while Romero
was deep-throating him. Romero rubbed Carmack’s rocket launcher while
gently tugging on his ballsac with his teeth. That always drove Carmack
crazy. 

"I MUST HAVE YOU NOW," Carmack screamed. 

Carmack stood up and told Romero to bend over. Romero was more than
happy to oblige. Carmack entered Romero’s anus slowly at first, but
once he was in he quickened the pace. Even without lube, Romero’s
hairy hole was so inviting and cozy. They could both hear the loud roar of thunder outside. Neither one cared about what was happening outdoors though. 

"Who’s your daddy," Carmack rhetorically asked while smacking
Romero’s bony white ass. 

"You are John. You are!" 

Romero then reached around Carmack, squezzing his butt cheeks as hard
as he could. There was a bright flash of lightening, so blinding that
it was visible through Carmack’s house, even though only one window
was uncovered. 

"I’m going to cum!" Carmack pulled out, shooting his jizz like a
grenade into Romero’s long, stringy hair. He leaned over Romero, and
gave him a kiss on the cheek from behind. 

"I guess I could say that you fragged me John," said Romero.

Carmack replied, "I fragged you from behind!"

They held each other for about 20 minutes, and Romero told Carmack that
he had to go. Carmack understood. 

"Before I go, I just want to say that I forgot just how beautiful love
and friendship can be," Romero commented. "Maybe we ought to make a
game about loving people sometime, John, instead of killing them." 

"Yeah, if we get back together." 

"You never know John…you never know." 

"Well, thanks for stopping by." 

"My plea…I mean, our pleasure." Romero gave John a kiss and made his
way for the door. He walked outside and the sun was out, drying the
damp ground. Romero got in his car, and saw a rainbow over Carmack’s
house. 

Today was a very beautiful day.