TWILIGHT LOVE Chapter Two
"You owe me a day at the beach," I said to Andy as we lay in his bed caressing and kissing one another. "We sure cut it short this morning, didn't we?"
Suddenly the absurdity of the whole situation hit me in the face. A few short hours ago, I was a totally straight man. I had never touched another man's genitals nor had any other man ever touched mine, excluding my doctor of course. Now here I was lying in bed with another man, kissing him, caressing him, stroking him, utterly in love with him. Not minutes ago, his cock was in my mouth and I had swallowed his cum. To make matters worse, we met just two days ago, and already I had shoved my cock up his ass, and I was looking forward to equal treatment. Unfortunately at our age we needed some recovery time, but we were doing just fine for two old farts.
I started to laugh hysterically.
"What?" Andy asked.
"I need you to explain all this to me," I begged.
"I can't. Nobody can explain why two people fall in love. It just happens. Can't you just accept it without looking a gift horse in the mouth?"
"OK," I conceded. "Just explain then, why I am so happy, instead of racked with guilt."
"That's an easier question to answer," Andy said still laughing. "I'm a fantastic lover, and I simply gave you more pleasure than you ever had before in your life." I couldn't tell if he was teasing me or if he was serious. All I could do was to kiss him harder, and say, "Well, I thank you for that."
"Hey, babe, look at the time. We better get dressed for dinner."
He called me `babe.' I started to cry again and this time I told him why before he could ask. "It's my nature to use terms of endearment," he said. "Get used to it, love. You can't cry every time I use one."
"I don't want to have dinner here tonight," I said. "Let's go out and celebrate. It's on me."
"Great idea," Andy answered. "I know just the place. You've probably seen gay bars depicted on TV where a bunch of young kids are gyrating to loud disco music and they are practically naked. Well, believe it or not, I know a great gay restaurant and bar that caters to us older, I mean, more mature men. On Wednesday evenings they offer two for one dinners. After dinner we can hang out at the piano bar and have a couple of drinks. I hope I meet some friends there so I can show you off."
He grabbed his phone and dialed a number. He didn't need to look up the number. He was obviously familiar with it. He made a reservation for two, but before he confirmed, he asked me if 7 PM was all right. I nodded at him, surprised at how considerate he was.
"Do you really want to show me off?" I asked. Andy nodded. "I don't know if I'll ever have the guts to show you off to my friends. I know that's wrong, but I ask you to be patient with me."
"Of course," he said. He took my head in his hands and kissed me tenderly. "I suggest you shower at your place. If we shower together, we'll never get out of here."
"You are a wise man," I said. "How shall I dress?"
"Sexy," he said. "Have you got a tank top or a sleeveless tee shirt?" I shook my head. "Well then, wear a tight tee shirt, a pair of shorts and sandals."
I put on my beach clothes and opened his door cautiously. Nobody was in the hall. Why was I worried about being seen coming out of Andy's apartment? "I'll come back as soon as I'm ready," I said, and kissed him before I left.
Standing in the shower, cleaning off sweat and cum, I had to stop myself from crying again. I could not remember ever being so happy. As I stepped out of the shower and began to dry myself off, the phone rang. I thought it was Andy, and nearly answered, "Hi, Hon," but reason prevailed, and I muttered a simple, "Hello!"
"Hi Dad." It was my son, Colin, from San Diego. He was much concerned about how I was adapting to my new environment, and I had to assure him three times that I loved this place and couldn't be happier. I told him that I had already made a good friend, and we had begun to hang out together. He told me that he and his family were well and we said our goodbyes.
As soon as I hung up, I called his kid brother, Jaden, in New York. I figured my other son was going to call me also to find out how I was acclimating so I beat him to it. I told him that this place was great and I couldn't be happier. Jaden was a bachelor and I could swear that I heard a male voice in the background ask him if I was OK.
"Who was that?" I asked innocently.
"A very good friend of mine. His name is Bob," he replied. "You'll meet him soon. He's coming with me, when I visit you next, probably Thanksgiving. When are you planning on a visit to your old home town?" he asked me.
"I don't know," I answered, "but when I make plans, you'll be the first to know." Jaden had leased my old apartment in New York after I moved to Florida. He had three bedrooms and there was enough room even if Andy would want to come with me. Then I realized that Thanksgiving was only a little over a month away. I panicked a little, but put Jaden's impending visit on a back burner of my brain. After all, I had a bedroom they could use, and I had wisely furnished it with twin beds. I had a feeling that they would want to stay at a motel, rather than shack up at an assisted living facility, but you never knew.
Andy was almost ready when I picked him up. He was wearing shorts, a tank top and sandals. Surprise! He looked like a thirty year old hot guy. "Are you sure you want to go out tonight?" he asked, grabbing my ass.
"Yes, oh horny one. Let's get going. Tonight, you're going to teach me how to be gay."
This time I insisted on driving. I said I needed to teach my car how to find gay spots. Andy was gracious enough to laugh.
He directed me to the gay section of town. It was occupied by gay owned businesses, restaurants, boutiques, bars, condos and private houses mainly owned by gays and lesbians. We parked in the lot behind a restaurant called Tropical Slaves. The restaurant was much larger than it appeared to be from the outside. It consisted of an outside patio with a bar, and two distinct sections inside. Each section had a bar and many tables for diners. In the larger of the two sections there was an area set aside with a baby grand piano surrounded by bar stools.
"This place used to be two separate restaurants but one bought out the other and that's why there are two distinct sections." Andy looked around at the crowd, but I could tell he didn't see anyone he knew and he was disappointed.
The maitre'd' seated us and a cute young waiter came over to take our orders. He was swishy and effeminate and I must admit he made me uncomfortable. But he was so friendly and helpful that I got used to his swishiness. It didn't seem to bother me after a little while. We ordered our first drink with dinner. Happy hour was over so we wouldn't get another one gratis.
About half way through our meal, the maitre'd' sat four older guys (about our age) at a table not far from us. They didn't see us, but Andy saw them. "You see those four guys over there. They're coupled. When Danny was alive we were inseparable. After he died we drifted apart. This planet was made for couples."
"Yeah!" I said. "I found that out after my wife died."
"I've got to say hello," he said.
"Sure," I mumbled.
He went to their table. When they saw him they all jumped up and hugged him tight. He kissed them all on the lips. They had a short conversation, and they all glanced my way.
When he returned, Andy said, "They are dying to meet you. I told them I'd see them at the piano bar after dinner. Is that OK with you?"
"Sure," I said. "It's your job to introduce and integrate me into the gay community." He smiled at me and put his hand on top of mine.
Dinner was not gourmet, but not bad either. I paid the bill as promised, and on the way to the piano area, we picked up two drinks at the bar, and occupied two of the bar stools in front of the piano. The piano player had not yet begun to play. By the time Andy's friends came over, all of the bar stools were taken, so they simply encircled us. I was introduced to each one, and much to my surprise they all hugged me. I could feel them all sizing me up, and I prayed that they liked what they saw.
One of them said, more to Andy than to me, "We have dinner here every Wednesday on `twofer' night. Why don't you join us in the future?" Andy looked at me and so I answered. "I think that would be great." I genuinely had a warm feeling for these guys, and I really wanted Andy to keep his old friends, just as I intended to continue seeing my old golf and tennis buddies.
The one who had extended the invitation smiled. "That's terrific," he said. I'll make reservations for six at 7:30 PM for next week. Is that Ok with you guys?" Andy and I nodded.
Since there was no room at the piano bar, the foursome each gave us a kiss on the cheek, and retired to the main bar. I was getting so used to this male intimacy I hardly noticed. As soon as they left, I looked at Andy and begged him to repeat their names and who went with whom. I am terrible with names.
"Richie and Tony are a couple and Tom and Al are the other. Richie is the one who asked us to join them." I nodded as if to say, "I think I've got it, but you'll probably have to remind me again."
We stayed at the piano about an hour. The piano player had a smooth, Sinatra like voice. He sang our kind of music. Andy didn't lie when he said that there would be no loud disco music. Instead of being uncomfortable and squirming in the company of all these gay men, I actually felt a kind of comfort that I was with kindred souls. I was still confused that this could happen to me so fast, and wondered if I could be labeled a latent homosexual. With that thought in mind, I suddenly got very horny. I leaned over to Andy and whispered in his ear, "I'm hot for some more lessons."
He smiled, took my hand, and we got up to leave. Before we left, we went over to the bar and said goodbye once again to Andy's friends. Andy handed Richie a business card and said, "In case something comes up and you need to cancel next week, please call me here." Richie stood up and hugged Andy. "Nothing will come up. I assure you. Do you still have our number?" Andy nodded.
On our way out of the bar, Andy said a quick hello to someone, but didn't introduce me. As we approached the car he said, "Sorry love, I barely know that guy and I couldn't remember his name." I wondered if Andy was as bad with names as I was.
When we got back home, Andy smiled one of his malicious little smiles and said, "Let's break in your bed tonight. Just let me stop at my room for a minute and I'll be right over." A few minutes later, Andy knocked and I let him in. He was clad only in his boxer shorts. In one hand he carried a paper bag, which contained his `stuff.' In the other hand he had a little air line carry on bag, which contained fresh clothes. Andy intended to spend the night. My already elated heart was about to burst.
He removed the lubricant from the paper bag and placed it on my night table. Then he dropped his boxers, indicated with his finger that I should follow him, and he went to my shower. I finished undressing and by the time I joined him, he had adjusted the water temperature to his liking. I stepped in and we repeated our pre sex cleansing ritual, just as we had earlier in the day.
"Before we get into bed," Andy started to explain to me, "I'm going to try to get your ass ready to receive me, but only with your permission."
"Are you kidding?" I asked. "I've been dreaming about this all evening." Andy turned me around and told me to lean both hands on the shower wall just like I was being frisked. Of course, as I did that, I made sure my ass jutted out.
Andy laughed. "Are you sure you never did this before?" he kidded me.
I shook my head vigorously. He realized that I had taken him seriously and he burst out laughing. Andy, it seemed, was amused at my naivety, but I didn't mind. I was naïve.
He soaped up his middle finger and gently inserted it into my ass hole. There was no pain. In fact it felt rather good. It occurred to me that my doctor had often done this to me during rectal exams, and I had never minded. The thought came to me again, latent homosexual.' It was the only explanation for how quickly I had turned.'
Andy inserted a second finger. This hurt just a little, but he grazed my prostate and now it felt positively wonderful. He asked if I was OK, and when I nodded my head, he began to rotate his fingers, stretching my opening as best he could. He put his left hand around my chest and leaned into me. I turned my head and kissed him.
"Here goes finger number three," he said. Try to relax your sphincter as much as possible. I promise you any initial pain will all be worth the effort. This finger met a lot of resistance and it hurt, but I refused to let him know that. I relaxed as much as I could and pictured how much Andy had enjoyed this earlier in the day. "I'm in," he said. "Does it hurt?"
I was unaware of when he actually entered me. It did hurt a little, but the feel of his fingers up my ass was more pleasure than pain. He did not move, but let me get used to his fingers inside of me. "I love it," I answered him. When he heard that, he began to rotate and stretch me once again. This time, each movement of his fingers, massaged my prostate.
"You'd better stop," I said in a hoarse whisper. "I think I might cum real soon." When he heard that, Andy removed his fingers one at a time. I felt a void, an emptiness, and for some unknown reason, I became angry. How dare he leave me so unsatisfied? I finally stopped trying to figure out all these new and strange emotions that I was feeling, and just let things happen in the natural course of events.
Andy turned me around and kissed me tenderly. Thank God he was so experienced. He seemed to know just what to do to give me ultimate pleasure. I prayed I wasn't a disappointment to him. He turned off the taps, and we got out of the shower. We helped each other dry off thoroughly and we went to bed. We lay kissing and fondling each other for a short while. I was so horny, I just kept writhing my whole body. I guess Andy finally took pity on me. He reached over me and took hold of the tube of lubricant. He lubed his fingers and worked his way up to three inserted fingers as he had done in the shower. Again he rotated and stretched, but now I was ready for his cock and I was moaning with desire and begging him to enter me. He withdrew his fingers and lubed his cock. He told me to lie on my back. He put a pillow under my buttocks and pushed my knees to my chest.
"After I enter you," he said, "wrap your legs around my waist. That will be great for both of us." I was silent, anticipating his entry. I could feel his cock head against my crack as he moved it around a bit and placed it solidly against the opening. He pushed in slowly and I was fine until he hit the sphincter. I hadn't said to stop so Andy kept pushing. The pain was excruciating, but I bit my lips and remained silent. Then suddenly, without the aid of Viagra, Andy burst through and he began to slide in until I could feel his pubic hair against my ass cheeks. I said, "Lie still for a moment. It feels wonderful, but I need to get used to the feel of you."
After just a few seconds, I got back that feeling of being filled up by the man I loved. The void and emptiness I had felt before was gone. Suddenly I thrust up and for the first time in my life, I looked into a man's eyes and pleaded, "Fuck me, please."
He started slowly at first, but I kept thrusting up faster and faster and I begged him to fuck me hard without mercy. He quickened his pace. He withdrew his cock as far as he could without its falling out and then he thrust back quick and hard. His cock head rubbed against my prostate. I could hardly breathe. "Harder," I commanded him. "I'm cumming."
We both exploded amidst primordial screams. I thrust my body up like some wild animal and he thrust down into me screaming all the time. Finally Andy collapsed on top of me. Neither of us could do anything but lie like this until we recovered a little. This time, it was I who reached between us and scooped up some of my cum. I offered him first dibs. He sucked at my finger hungrily, so I gave him the second, third and fourth offering. There was precious little left for me.
I didn't want him ever to vacate me, but I could feel him softening and eventually he fell out. He rolled over and we both lay on our backs side by side. My hand somehow found his cock and he found mine. We lay silently fondling one another for some time.
"I love you," he whispered to me.
"I love you more," I answered him.
We fell asleep holding each other and when I awoke in the morning, needing desperately to pee, we were in the same position as when we had fallen asleep.
To be continued...