Twilight Love
 by: Hankster

© 2008 by the author

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Chapter 10

No more than ten minutes after we stripped and got into Andy’s bed, we were not only sound asleep, but it was as if we had never been away. It was early Wednesday morning when we literally passed out, and we didn’t wake up until about 4 PM that afternoon. We were still only half awake when we showered together. It only took a few minutes of playing in the shower and I was wide awake, or at least my cock was. Andy on the other hand was somewhat engorged but far from hard.

“That’s as hard as it got before I met you. It’s back to Viagra for me,” he lamented.

“We’ll see about that,” I said, and dropped to my knees, taking his cock in my mouth. It’s true, he got a little harder, but not hard enough to fuck me. Well, it was bound to happen sooner or later and wasn’t I right behind him? While I was pondering on the symptoms of aging, Andy screamed and came pretty strongly, shooting his load down my throat. Hard or soft, he tastes like ambrosia.

After we dressed, I went to my apartment and unpacked everything, and prepared a load of laundry to do in the morning. While I was doing that, Andy called our Wednesday dinner group to confirm that we were still on for that evening. Not only were we expected, but they said they would have come to get us if we didn’t show up.

Once seated at the dinner table it was as if we had never been away. They wanted to hear all about the trip. To a man, they were amazed that Andy had the balls to actually teach two seventeen year old boys how to fuck. I assured them that he did, and that the boys had thanked him profusely. Al asked if I had heard from Tyler yet as to how successful the lessons were. I told him I hadn’t, and I doubted that he would tell his grandpa, but maybe Andy might be privy to Tyler’s private life.

After dinner we convened to the piano bar. Our dinner companions peeled off one by one and went home. Given that Andy and I were still on Pacific Time and had slept away most of the day, we were not at all tired. We stayed until the piano player closed shop for the evening.

We had all three meals the next day at home, and after we did laundry we basked at the pool. We were too tired to go to karaoke that night and turned in early. On this evening we were using my apartment.

While we were snuggling in bed, we agreed that after the weekend we would contact a real estate agent, and start the hunt for what we hoped would be our little piece of heaven. Andy suddenly leaned over me, kissed me hard, and he whispered in my ear. “I took two Viagra pills while you were undressing and I sure don’t want to waste them. They cost a pretty penny.”

One thing I knew for sure. In order for the pills to work, I needed to stimulate Andy. I leaned down and began to suck his balls, the bottom side of his cock and his cock head. It took a few minutes, but Andy began to harden, and after a little while longer it was obvious that he would be able to fuck me tonight. I wanted it badly and I wanted it soon. That night we satisfied each other with our love holes and I was glad to know that I still was not ready for Viagra.

Our love making was barely concluded, and we were lying side by side, just enjoying each other’s body heat, when my phone rang shrilly. It was Tyler. He asked the usual inane questions about how the trip was, if we were recovered, if we were over jet lag, etc. Then he asked if Andy was around. I said I would put him right on. I thought I knew exactly what he wanted to talk about.

I could hear Andy’s side of the conversation. “That’s terrific. I’m so glad. I assure you, it gets better and better. Just keep on loving each other and take care of each other. Yes, sweetheart, we love you too. Yes, we promise to call very soon.”

“I take it that they are enjoying fucking each other,” I commented.

“Immensely,” Andy answered. We smiled at each other, kissed one last time and fell asleep.

The next few weeks were rather tiring for us. We looked at houses first, all kinds of houses: Ranches, split levels, two story colonials, Tudors, Town Houses, attached and detached. We examined every style ever designed. Then we looked at condominium apartments: on the ocean, west of the Intracoastal Waterway, one bedroom, two bedrooms, three bedrooms, one story, two stories. Finally we looked at rental apartments, which were the same configurations as the condos. The only difference was the mode of ownership, and rental apartments tended to be a little smaller than condos.

Then we sat at Andy’s kitchen table for hours and crunched numbers. Numbers had been my whole professional life, but I was too immersed in the hunt and everything was too subjective for me. I don’t think I did as good a job as I should have done. I lacked the objectivity of a good auditor. Be that as it may be, it was obvious to both of us, that we were better off to stay at The Carriage House if we could give up one apartment and live together. Andy had a one bedroom and I had a two bedroom apartment, so the choice was obvious. Besides, he only had four months left on his lease and I had seven.

We made an appointment to see the Executive Director. Although he was a young man about thirty years old, he was a very stern and business like person. He dressed almost like a model in GQ Magazine, that is to say, impeccably. To tell the truth, he intimidated both of us, and we had some fears about how he would feel about two gay men, a couple, living in one of ‘his apartments.’ We decided to be honest with him, and tell him the whole situation.

I think we were both shaking when the time came to confront David Grossman, Executive Director of The Carriage House. He was very cordial when he asked us to be seated, but there was no smile on his face. I felt like Dorothy facing the wizard.

Andy did the talking. He had more experience in ‘coming out’ than I did. David listened to us intently. Andy concluded by saying, “If it will cause any problems for this facility allowing a gay couple to live together, then we will have to move, but we would really rather not.”

There was deadly silence for what seemed like hours, but was only a few seconds. Then David started to laugh. He laughed so hard, I was afraid he would choke. I was half out of my seat in case I had to perform the Heimlich on him. Andy and I looked at him quizzically.

He reached into his wallet and took out a picture. “Let me introduce you to my partner, John Fitzgerald,” he said, still laughing. We looked at the picture, still amazed. Andy’s gaydar had finally failed. If the picture was recent, and David said that it was, John was probably five years younger than David, which would make him mid twenties to David’s thirty. In the picture, David has his arm around John’s shoulder. He is dressed casually and his hair is being blown by the wind. I hadn’t seen it before but he was quite handsome and John was a beautiful guy.

“Something else I must tell you,” he said, “John and I have seen you at Tropical Slaves. We’ve heard you sing Andy. I guess you didn’t recognize me in shorts and a tee shirt, and I didn’t want to approach you in case you wouldn’t want me to know that you were gay. By the way, the gossip here is that you two are corn holing each other. People are laughing at the way you sneak from apartment to apartment. In short, everyone knows.”

For a change, Andy and I were speechless.

“Which apartment do you want to give up?” David asked.

Andy finally found his voice, but he didn’t answer the question. Instead he asked David, “How come you go to Tropical Slaves instead of The Alley?” I guess everything we said made David laugh because he laughed again.

“John and I love Tropical Slaves. It’s warm and friendly, the food is better there than at The Alley, and the music is to our taste, if you must know. I guess we are two young old fogies. The Alley just doesn’t suit our styles. So which apartment is available for me to lease? I have a long waiting list and as soon as a lease is signed, one of you can move out without penalty.”

“Mine,” Andy said, completely defeated.

“That’s right,” David said. “Your apartment is a one bedroom and Harry has two bedrooms. My list for one bedroom apartments is even longer than for studios and two bedrooms.”

Almost as an after thought, Andy asked, “Do you have anyone on the waiting list, or is there a current resident that is in dire need of furniture? Harry and I will select which of our furnishings we want and the rest is available to the new tenant or anyone living here now.”

“That’s terrific,” David said. “Do you know old Mrs. Sherman?” We both nodded. David continued. “Her son dropped her here two years ago, and then he went back to Chicago. His check for the rent arrives promptly every month, but he never provided furnishings for her and hasn’t been down to see her yet. She is literally sitting on, and eating off orange crates. She sleeps on a cot that someone lent to her. She has to give up the cot when her friend gets company. There’s someone who deserves anything you can give her.”

I was appalled. I had no idea there were people living here in such dire straits. I looked at Andy and we both nodded.

“As soon as we figure out what goes, will you get some of the maintenance guys to move the stuff to Mrs. Sherman’s apartment?” Andy asked David.

“Certainly,” he answered. “By the way, the first time you came to see me about prices, Andy, I knew you were talking about you and Harry. I’ve been waiting for this day for some time. Your lease will terminate when the new tenant’s lease begins. Your rent will cease, but the portion for meals and other amenities will continue. I’ll figure your new rent as if you were a straight, married couple, and we’ll prorate your old apartment and Harry’s for the month of the lease termination. I’ll have to ask you both to sign a new joint lease, and in the future, I’ll send one monthly bill to both of you. You can split it as you please, which I presume is fifty-fifty.”

We nodded. Apparently, David wasn’t kidding. He was prepared for this day. He stood up and said. “I’m glad you chose to stay instead of moving. As far as I know, I’m the only gay man here besides you. I’d hate to be left alone.”

“Do me a favor,” Andy said. “The next time you see us at Tropical Slaves, please identify yourselves. I’m dying to meet John.”

We all stood up knowing that the meeting was over. Andy extended his hand. When David took hold of it, he pulled Andy into him and hugged him. Then he did the same to me. Everyone refrained from a real kiss. That would have to wait until our first encounter off the premisis.

We spent the next two weeks juggling furniture around. We kept my king size bed in favor of Andy’s queen, but we took Andy’s kitchen set, which we could easily move ourselves. We also exchanged some living room pieces and David sent some maintenance men to move them for us. Moving all of Andy’s personal stuff was time consuming, but we did it ourselves. Making room for the merged belongings forced us to give up some clothes and accessories. We had one of the AIDS charities come around and pick up several box loads. When we were perfectly satisfied that we weren’t going to make any more changes, David sent a crew around to clean out Andy’s apartment and move everything to Mrs. Sherman’s. They had strict orders to tell her that the donor was anonymous.

In the dining room that evening, Mrs. Sherman went around telling everyone about her miracle and that her prayers had been answered. When she told us, we embraced her and told her that God had recognized her goodness. She simply broke out crying. Somehow this act of charity made me feel better than any other charitable act I had ever previously performed. I guess it was because it was so personal and I could see the results. I laughed to myself thinking that it wasn’t even tax deductible.

On the first Wednesday evening after our meeting with David, we were having dinner with our friends at Tropical Slaves. Two handsome young men approached our table, and one said, “Hello there.” I looked up. The speaker was familiar looking and I was trying to place him when he started to laugh. I would know that laugh anywhere. I had not recognized him with his hair tousled instead of slicked down. He was not wearing his glasses, but he was wearing a sleeveless tee shirt and tight denim shorts. His friend was wearing tight denim shorts also and their packages were well defined. David and John were almost as drop dead gorgeous as Tyler and Brady. Why had I never seen this in David before?

Andy and I stood up and David embraced and kissed both of us on the lips. Then he introduced us to John who embraced us also. We introduced them to our friends, and Al asked David if everyone at The Carriage House was as handsome as he was. If so, he wanted to move in immediately.

David laughed and said that he could judge how handsome the tenants were at The Carriage House by simply looking at Andy and me. He told us that they had just ordered dinner and pointed out their table.

After they left us Richie said that he had a report on the cruise. He had found a Princess Cruise that was very reasonably priced. It left on June 10th from Port Everglades and was an eight day, seven night event. The price was terrific, mainly because it wasn’t a gay cruise. The gay cruises tended to soak you pricewise. In addition it was between holidays, so there was a small break in the price for that reason too. It stopped in Panama, Costa Rica and Belize. He handed out brochures to all of us, and the vote was unanimous. Richie said that he would book us the very next day.

When we retired to the Piano Bar, I was pleased to see that David and John were there as well. The bar was very crowded that evening and several times, David and I were pushed together. I could clearly feel his package. It was not intentional and I am glad to say that neither of us minded or tried to avoid it. I daresay that if he and I were in the water at the nude beach, the games would definitely begin. I’ve come a long way.

When we got home, Andy was in a very romantic mood. He was all over me, and from the feel of things he would not be needing Viagra this evening.

“What’s up with you?” I asked, “And I’m not referring to your cock. I can see what’s up there.”

“Nothing,” he said. “I just love you and I want to prove it to you.”

I grabbed him and kissed him long and hard. I was so glad we shared one apartment and our lives.

The weeks flew by and before we knew it, we were making last minute arrangements for our cruise. Prior to this, I had only been on one other cruise and it had not been a good experience. My wife had just begun to manifest symptoms of her illness, but the disease had not yet been diagnosed. She was constantly tired and did not wish to partake of ship board activities or any of the side trips which were offered. This prompted me to pray daily for the good health of our entire entourage so that we could all enjoy the cruise to the fullest.

A few days before our departure, we heard from Tyler and Brady. They told us an amazing story. They would be graduating from high school during our cruise. One day recently, Brady had spotted an ad in the paper. A recent widower was moving from Ft. Lauderdale to San Diego to be near his daughter and her family. He was looking for someone to drive his car from the east to the west coast. He would pay the air fare in one direction. Brady had called him immediately. He told the boy that he didn’t mind if somebody accompanied him, but he would only pay for one airfare and single hotel rooms along the way. Best of all, he said that Brady had to pick up the car on July 7th and that he had until Labor Day to deliver the car, giving Brady the whole summer for sightseeing along the way. When Brady asked what kind of car it was, he almost keeled over to learn that it was a late model BMW convertible. The boys said that they had tickets to fly into Ft. Lauderdale on July 6th and they wanted to spend a few days with us before starting their incredible summer adventure. We were delighted and said that we couldn’t wait.

When they hung up I said to Andy, “Poor jerk, he’s doing what I refused to do. If I had done it, we never would have met.”

We arrived at the cruise ship in three different cabs, and went through the process of checking in and finding our cabin. By the time all of our luggage arrived, at least three hours later, we had all met up, since we had adjoining state rooms. Once we were all settled in, we went up to the top deck to the buffet dining room and had brunch. The assortment of foods was overwhelming. I figure I was going to gain five to ten pounds at least. After we had our brunch we wandered the ship familiarizing ourselves with all that was available. We were particularly happy to find a piano bar and even happier the next morning to read in the ship’s bulletin that there would be a meeting of the friends of Dorothy in that very bar, that evening between the early and late dining room seatings.

We had voted to take the early seating figuring all the younger people would select the late seating. I believe we were correct because when we got to the dining room that first evening, the people in the dining room looked like a more mature crowd. We were seated at a table for eight. The fourth couple at our table was a husband and wife team from Boise, Idaho. They were in their late sixties and we learned they were Mormons. We never saw them again for the entire voyage, and the six of us ended up eating our dinners alone. Too bad for them!

Every evening after dinner we went to the theater where we played bingo. None of us ever won, but we went because it gave us good seats for the show. When the second dinner seating was finished the guests filled the theater. Every night we saw a show of Las Vegas quality. It was amazing how the young performers could prepare so many shows and be so good at it. During the day they acted as hosts and hostesses, leading the cruisers in a variety of fun games.

Unlike the trip with my late wife, we all took some of the side trips at our ports of call. There was so much to do aboard ship, that it didn’t bother any of us to pass up a good many of them.

There was one incident aboard the ship worth telling you about. After the first meeting of the friends of Dorothy that nobody showed up for but us, we agreed to have our own little party in Al’s and Tom’s stateroom after the show.

Al told us to get comfortable and come casual. Andy said if he knew these guys from the past, we should shower and just wear the heavy terry cloth robes that the ship had provided to us. I was a little bit surprised but did as I was instructed. After all, we had all seen each other naked at the beach. We knocked on the door and Al let us in. Richie and Tony were there already and everyone had a drink in his hand. Al had come prepared with several bottles of liquor, mixers, and snacks.

We sat on the two chairs in the room, and on the bed. Sitting down, our robes parted and everyone could see everyone else’s cocks. That was no big deal between the six of us old beach buddies. Andy and I gave up our two drink limit and I was feeling no pain when I felt a hand on my cock stroking me gently. I can’t even tell whose hand it was, but since I could see Andy across the room, I knew it wasn’t his.

Instinctively I knew I should reciprocate and that this was going to get interesting. I reached over to the other side of me and grabbed somebody’s cock. I have no idea whose it was. No matter, I had grabbed many an anonymous cock at the beach, and knew that they all felt different than Andy’s.

I was quite drunk when I felt someone sucking my cock. Again I knew it wasn’t Andy. I knew his feel well enough, but it felt so good and I really didn’t care. I also knew somehow that these guys had done this before. I was one of them now and I just let it happen. It was just a game like grabbing cocks at the beach. It didn’t mean we didn’t love our partners any less.

I became aware that someone was trying to stick a semi hard cock in my mouth and I opened up to give him access. I knew immediately that it wasn’t Andy’s. The cock was smaller, thinner and uncircumcised. Al and Tom were the only two of us who were uncut so I knew it had to be one of them, but I was too many sheets to the wind to know which one I was happily sucking off. After that, I had other cocks in my mouth and I had placed my cock in other mouths. I don’t recall ever feeling that I was sucking Andy or being sucked by him. Maybe that was the plan. The last thing I remember was swallowing someone’s cum. It tasted all right, but compared to Andy’s sweet juice it was rather tart.

When we arrived at our first port the next morning, Andy and I were still sleeping curled up together. The events of the previous night were never mentioned nor did they ever occur again on this cruise. I wondered if the circumstances would ever be right for it to happen again.
 

To be continued...

Posted: 10/10/08