I called an old friend the other day. Over my "wild gay times" he was one of my best buddies, and friends. I say both because we started out as buddies. We had many naked fun times together. One of the best three ways I have ever had he was involved in. But later on in our "wild gay times" he became more of a friend, than a buddy. He wasn't really interested in hooking up anymore. We would talk on the phone every day.
The calls would usually be about general life stuff. Work, kids, marriage. But we would also talk about who we got naked with, what flakes we talked to etc.... It was a great brother/friend relationship. After I told my wife I was gay, I had to stop calling him. It was making it hard to continue my straight married life and talk with him. I just had to cut it off.
Now we talk about twice a year or so. I called him last week. It was so good to hear his voice. Like a brother that was gone for a long time. I am kind of sad I waited so long. He has been going through some hard things. They may all end up being good things, but they are hard for him. He changed jobs, and also separated from his wife, and getting a divorce. He has been married as long as I have, but doesn't have any children. I think he is still deep in the closet as well.
I feel for him... I wish I would have been there. I know he has other friends. He has a life, but I feel bad I wasn't there for him. I may go to lunch with him next week. I will be in his town doing some work, and if we can both get away at the same time I will.
If my wife knew she would SHIT. She thinks that me having contact with my gay buddies or friends is just like an alcoholic hanging out with their drinking buddies. I don't think she gets what gay is. But that is for another time.