Date: Sat, 25 Oct 2008 15:16:26 +0000
From: hankster1430@bellsouth.net
Subject: Twilight Love 12 final

TWILIGHT LOVE
Chapter Twelve

When we woke the next morning, I could hear the TV playing in the living
room.  I jumped out of bed and saw the two boys sitting on the sofa.  They
were watching the TV, but at the same time they were idly fondling one
another.  Since our visit to the nude beach, all pretenses were dropped,
and we all paraded around the apartment in the buff, just as Andy and I
always had done before the visit.

"As soon as Andy and I shower," I said, "we'll go downstairs for
breakfast."

"We haven't showered yet either," Tyler said.  "You go first."

I looked in on Andy who was still sleeping so I went into the shower alone.
I keep my razor and shaving cream in the shower and I have a mirror
suctioned to the wall.  The mirror is not supposed to steam up, but it
always does.

The first thing I do in the shower is to shave.  I had just finished and
was putting away my razor when the shower door opened.  Tyler came in and
closed the door behind him.  I was upset and shocked.  This shouldn't be
happening, like the hand job at the beach should never have occurred.

"Tyler," I started to say, but Tyler put his finger on my lips to quiet me.

"Listen to me," he pleaded.  "I know you forgave me for what happened at
the beach, but I can't forgive myself. The only thing I can think of is for
you to do it to me so we'll be even, and then I'll be able to put it behind
me.  Please," he begged.  Then he put his arms around me and kissed me.  "I
love you so much, poppa.  Brady and I owe you and Andy our lives and our
sanity."  He kissed me harder and took my hand and placed it on his very
erect cock.  To be honest, his cock felt wonderful in my hand.

"I know we shouldn`t do this," I said.  "Are you perfectly sure?"  He
nodded and put his hand over mine forcing me to start stroking his cock.

"You win," I said.  I started to play with his cock in every way I play
with my own, or Andy's, for maximum pleasure.  With my other hand I tweaked
his nipples and with our mouths we kissed.  As Tyler began to feel his
orgasm building, I stroked more quickly, but not harder.  For his part, he
started to kiss me harder.  He came with a scream squirting his juices all
over me.  We rubbed our bodies together, smearing his cum all over both of
us.  Each of us took a taste before the running water cleansed us both of
all of Tyler's cum.

We hugged and hugged, each reluctant to let go.  Finally we separated and
Tyler said, "Let's finish showering so our boy friends can get in."  I
laughed and started to soap Tyler all over just as if we were lovers, and
he did the same to me.  This was one shower I would definitely remember all
my life.

We left the bathroom wrapped in our wet towels.  I was surprised to find
Andy and Brady sitting on the sofa, holding hands and seemingly lost deeply
in conversation.  I did not experience any jealousy.  In fact, for some
reason, I was pleased.

"You guys can't have all the fun," Andy said.  He pulled Brady up off the
sofa and dragged him into the bathroom.  After a bit, I could hear the
water running in the shower and then sometime later I heard two loud
screams in succession.  Tyler was in his bedroom dressing and I was in
mine, but he yelled out to me, "I guess it's playtime for everyone," and he
laughed.

When Andy came into our bedroom smelling clean and perfumed, I kissed him
and asked if he had fun.  "Yes I did," he stated flat out.  "There's
nothing feels so good as the body of a young boy, or I should say, a young
man."

After breakfast, we piled into Andy's car.  Our intention was to take the
boys sightseeing today and tomorrow.  "We'll go north today to Palm Beach,"
Andy said, "and tomorrow we'll go south to Miami and South Beach.

"That sounds like an excellent plan," Brady said.  "I've never been to the
east coast before in my life, and I'd love to see some of it.  After we see
as much as possible, Tyler and I won't feel we've missed anything.  We'd
like to leave on Friday morning.  We had the AAA map out the whole trip for
us so that we get to all the cities we would like to visit along the way."

"South Florida is just a smidgen of the whole east coast, but it's a pretty
smidgen," Andy said.

"Can't you stay a little longer?" I asked.  "We'll miss you so much."

"Same here, but we have to be moving on.  This is going to be a great
adventure for us, something like a grand tour," Tyler said.

"You bet!" Brady added. "And we are anxious to get started."

We took Highway A-1-A up to Palm Beach.  It's what the guide books would
call the scenic route.  The boys oohed and aahed at the mansions along the
way.  They were particularly impressed by Mira Lago, "The Donald's"
mansion, at least what you could see of it from the road.

When we reached Worth Avenue in Palm Beach, we parked and strolled, doing a
lot of window shopping. "This is our Rodeo Drive," I told the boys.  "If
you see something you really like, and if it won't cost a year's worth of
social security checks, I'll get it for you."  Of course they refused any
gifts outright.

Behind the buildings which line Worth Avenue, on both sides of the street,
are alley ways housing the most charming restaurants and boutique shops.
In one of these alley ways we found a lovely little restaurant, and had
lunch outdoors.  Even though it was very warm, the tables were covered by a
canopy and there were fans overhead which kept us cool.

From there we went to downtown West Palm Beach to City Place.  City Place
is another Mecca for restaurants, theaters and boutiques.  We enjoyed
window shopping, but eventually we tired and returned home so that we could
have dinner at The Carriage House.

After dinner, we took the boys to the neighborhood pub, where we each had
one drink before calling it a night.  While sipping our drinks David and
John came in and joined us.  The conversation was light and friendly.

While strolling home, Brady observed, "This is so great grandpas.  Back
home we never get a chance to just socialize with other gay people and just
stay loose and relaxed.  It seems that all we ever do is to try and cover
up our relationship and it is very stressful."

"I know," Andy sympathized.  "When you are finally out on your own, choose
a friendly environment to live out your lives.  It simplifies things."

That night Andy and I just cuddled.  Sometimes we are forced to face the
fact that we need a couple of days off between sessions.  That is one of
the bummers of aging.  As we lay fondling each other and kissing softly, we
could hear the boys making love and it somehow gave us a sense of well
being.  I can't explain why.

The next day we didn't go to South Beach until late in the afternoon.  We
decided to have dinner in South Beach and then check out some of the gay
bars listed in the gay guide book the boys had brought with them.  Since we
went in my car, I volunteered to be the designated driver so that the
others could enjoy themselves.  We never did find a bar for more mature
gays, but there were plenty of bars akin to The Alley.  Ah well, we danced
some and had a lot of fun.

The next day saw us all resting at the pool at The Carriage House.  Near
perfect strangers came over to meet the boys.  I introduced both of them as
my grandsons leading some people to believe that they were cousins.  So let
it be!

After dinner that evening at Tropical Slaves, we all gathered around the
piano.  The boys had an opportunity to get a hint of Andy's beautiful voice
and even remarked to him how wonderful he sounded.  "Wait until tomorrow,"
I advised them.  We left before our friends, who said they would be back
tomorrow for karaoke.

That night in bed, Andy and I got really horny listening to the love noises
emanating from the guest bedroom.  Andy began to stroke my cock, and after
a while he went down on me.  Then I felt a finger screwing its way up my
ass and I began to moan, not caring if the boys could hear or not.  For a
short moment, Andy took his finger out of my hole and immediately replaced
it with his cock head.  Somehow he had managed to lubricate it well enough
so that he went in easily.  I gave a scream as I felt his pubic hair
against my ass cheek and his cock against my prostate.

I'm not sure if I thrust harder than Andy pumped, but we were making love
like savages.  I was only vaguely aware that we were screaming like wild
animals.  I could only concentrate on our own pleasures.  I came before my
love did, in several violent spasms.  Cum ran up and down my chest as Andy
continued to pump away.  Then he screamed even louder and when he came, he
collapsed on me, rubbing my cum all over both our chests.  After his body
stopped jerking, he lay on top of me and I held him tightly to me.  We lay
still, enjoying the after glow, when all of a sudden we heard applause.
There were Tyler and Brady standing in the doorway watching us.

"You guys were screaming so loud, we ran to see if you weren't indeed
murdering each other.  You are an absolute inspiration of what Brady and I
can look forward to for at least another sixty years.  Andy rolled over on
his back and the boys jumped into bed with us.  They kissed us and kept
telling us how much they loved us.

"That's fine," I said, but tomorrow night I want to watch you two making
out."  We all laughed and fell asleep together in our king sized bed.


Thursday, karaoke night at Tropical Slaves, found the place less crowded
than usual.  Summer had arrived and many of the `snowbirds' had gone up
north.  The boys and I begged Andy to submit several songs to sing since
the DJ did not have enough performers.  I was surprised when Tyler
literally forced Brady to enter a few songs himself.  Between Andy and
Brady and a handful of others, the patrons got quite a delightful earful
that evening.  Brady didn't measure up to Andy but he had a pleasant,
seductive voice.  He sounded much like a Broadway singer and it was a
delight to listen to him.

Richie, Tony, Al and Tom were all over the boys.  They were flirting
inappropriately all evening, and I must say, the boys were really good
sports about it.  They both knew these old farts were harmless.  Knowing
that they would not be seeing the boys after this night, they hugged and
kissed them goodbye as if they were their own grandsons.  It occurred to me
that my straight friends would not have allowed themselves to show this
kind of affection.  I saw nothing wrong with it.  I had come to see the
affection that gay men show each other as a beautiful thing.


Early the next morning, we begged the boys to have breakfast with us before
they left, but they were anxious to get going, and said that they would eat
on the road.  Their first stop was going to be Disney World, Universal
Studios, and Sea World etc.  Andy and I had tears in our eyes as the BMW
left our parking lot and we waved sadly goodbye to the two young men.  We
had no idea when we would see them again.

We hardly said a word at breakfast.  Finally Andy asked if I would like to
go to the beach today.  He thought that might give me a lift.

"Not today," I said.  "Let's just hang out here at the pool.

"That's fine with me," Andy said.  Then without regard to who might see us,
he took my hand in both of his.  He looked me in the eyes and said, "I am
so lucky to have you.  You are not only my friend, my companion and my
lover, but you have given me a loving family.  I never thought I would ever
have children and grandchildren, and now I do.  They even call me Dad and
Grandpa."  Andy started to cry.

"No," I said to him. "I'm the lucky one.  Sure, you are my friend,
companion and lover, but you have given me something else.  You have given
me more friends than I have ever had in my life, a social life which I
thought was dead for me, a reason to live, and by some miracle, you make me
feel like a young man again.  I love you so much."  Now I had tears in my
eyes too.

What do you do after such confessions?  We went upstairs and made love all
morning.  We prolonged the inevitable as long as possible, but kept our
bodies so connected that we were truly one.  We very reluctantly got out of
bed, showered, and dressed for lunch.

After lunch we returned to our apartment to put on swim suits.  When we
entered the apartment we found an envelope which had been slipped under our
door.  It was an invitation to David's and John's fifth anniversary
celebration to be held a week from this Saturday at Tropical Slaves.  The
time was to be from 8:30 PM to ?  It also requested that we not bring
gifts, but they would be pleased if we made a contribution to an AID's
charity in honor of their celebration.  They enclosed a little RSVP card.

We accepted the invitation and dropped it off at David's office on the way
to the pool.  We thanked him and gave him a hug.

"It wouldn't be a party without our inspirations there," he said.

"Thank you," Andy and I said in unison.


A few days after Brady and Tyler started their journey, we got a phone call
from Jaden.  He told us that Bob was going on tour with the opera and would
be gone for most of August and all of September.  He was aware that those
months were the peak of hurricane season in South Florida.  He asked us to
please consider coming to New York while Bob was away.  He would love the
company and we could escape the two hottest, rainiest and perhaps deadliest
months of the year.  I told him that we would discuss it and get back to
him.

Going to New York was a no brainer.  The only decision we had to make was
whether to fly or drive and have a car with us up north.  We decided that a
car was actually a liability in New York.  Street parking was a real
hassle, and parking garages would cost us both our social security checks
put together.  Besides, there is no place you can't get to in Manhattan by
bus, subway or cab.  So fly it is.

Because of the length of our stay, we couldn't take everything we needed on
the plane so we shipped three boxes to Jaden a few days before we left, and
did the same when we returned.  We visited the post office and arranged to
have our mail forwarded.  David told us not to worry.  If we forgot
something, he promised to take care of it for us.

"Just have a good time," he said, "and don't worry about a thing."

Being in New York was great fun and very expensive.  The cost of theater
tickets had sky rocketed since we had lived there and we did a lot of
theater going.  The restaurants were out of sight also, so Andy and I
cooked a lot of dinners at home and Jaden loved that.

In our former lives, I had lived in New York as a straight man and Andy had
lived in the gay community.  He knew all the good gay hangouts that I
didn't know existed.  Even Jaden was unaware of many of them.  Andy took
Jaden and me to one of his old hangouts whenever we could.  We learned how
to socialize, dance, and listen to music all night for the cost of one coke
each.  Please don't label us cheap, but two month's in Manhattan, out on
the town, could definitely break the bank.  We certainly didn't want to sit
at home every night.

Colin and Cindy called us every Sunday morning and Brady and Tyler called
us, but not regularly.  The last call from them was from Phoenix, Arizona.
They were only a day's drive from home.  Bob, of course, called Jaden
constantly.  He called at least once a day in the evening, not wanting to
disturb him at work.  Sometimes he called twice a day, especially on days
when he was not scheduled to sing.  Bob was scheduled to return home on the
last day of September.  Opening night of the opera season this year was
October 20th.

We had booked our trip with an open ended ticket.  Now we scheduled our
return flight for October 7th so that we could spend our last week in New
York with Bob as well as Jaden.  As a courtesy we called David to let him
know when we would be coming home.  He insisted that we not take a cab from
the airport.  Since we had an evening arrival, he and John would be
delighted to pick us up at the airport.  We were very touched by this act
of friendship.

On the evening that Bob came home, we had dinner ready for him.  Then Andy
and I said that we were going to a nearby all night movie theater.  We
wanted our sons to be fully uninhibited when they made love after so long a
separation.  Did I mention that this particular movie theater showed only X
rated male porno films?

It was getting close to 10 PM when we got there, and the theater was
sparsely filled.  Andy and I sat in the last row so there would be nobody
behind us.  As soon as we sat down in the dark and saw the action on the
screen we began to get quite horny.  Out came our cocks and we began to
play with each other.  Suddenly out of nowhere two boys sat down on each
side of us.  It was hard to tell in the dark, but they couldn't have been
more than ten or eleven years old.  When they spoke, their voices had not
yet deepened.

The one next to Andy was a little black boy, and the one next to me was
white.  The black boy seemed to be the spokesman.  He offered to give us
both blow jobs for the sum of $5.00.  I jokingly asked if that was for both
of us or was it $5.00 each.

The spokesman thought he had a sale and didn't want to lose it, so he said
that they would give us both blow jobs for one fee of $5.00.

"If I give each of you $20.00 will you promise to go home and get to
sleep?" I asked.

I was surprised when the boy next to me said very politely, "I will, sir."

"Me too," his companion echoed, and they both went down to service us.

We stopped both of them and Andy said, "No, you don't understand.  We don't
want you to suck our cocks.  We are giving you the money and we want you to
go home."

"But I really want to do it," the spokesman said.

"No!" Andy insisted.  He reached for his wallet, and gave both of them a
$20.00 bill.  They grabbed the money and scooted away.  As they left, the
white boy said, "I really wanted to suck your cock, sir."

"They'll be back in the theater soon," I said to Andy.

"Sooner than you think," he said and pointed to the front of the theater.
The boys had sat down on each side of a gentleman who was sitting alone in
the third row.  There was some conversation. The boys did not leave and in
a short while, both their heads disappeared.

"I think we made this a good night for them," I said to Andy.  We resumed
watching the movie and fondling each other.  We refrained from cumming and
when we thought we had given our sons enough time, we returned to the
apartment.  Once we got to bed we finished what we had begun in the movie.

During these months away, South Florida had a lucky streak.  Two hurricanes
had missed us and skirted off to the south of us.  We did have one tropical
storm.  The rain had been driving and relentless and there was some local
flooding, but no real damage had been sustained.

As much as we had enjoyed our sojourn in New York, it was great to be home.
One of the first things I did was to call my old friends and to tell them
that I would not be returning to play tennis and golf with them.  They
discreetly told me that they had been forced to replace me anyway because I
was away so much, and when I was home I was constantly cancelling.  I don't
know how to explain it, but I was angry and happy about that at the same
time.  Because I wasn't a couple, they no longer included me in their
social activities outside of tennis and golf. I knew it was time to say
sayonara to them, and that more or less ended my old life.  I actually felt
like this was the first day of the rest of my newly adopted life, and I was
happy to embrace my new friends.

I started to use the gym more and more with Andy at my side.  I could
actually see myself getting more muscular, but I was nowhere near achieving
ripples like Andy's.

We established a routine in addition to Wednesday and Thursday evenings at
Tropical Slaves.  Weather permitting, we went to the nude Beach every
Tuesday and Friday afternoons.  We began to attend the gay church every
Sunday morning and then we went to brunch with some of our friends after
the service.

Whenever we remained at The Carriage House after dinner, we would play pool
and bridge.  Of course that ended early in the evening, and on those nights
we walked over to the local pub, where often David and John would wander in
and join us.  Despite the age difference we had become good friends.

Andy and I made love as often us our old bones (I should say `our old
cocks') would allow us.  Usually we coupled in the morning before
breakfast.  It seems that was when our energy levels were at the highest.
Every time I made love to Andy, I loved him more.  I don't care what any
one might think about our union, good or bad, I have never been happier,
and I let everyone know that, every chance I get.

The End