Chapter 2

I straddled his legs and poured oil onto my hands. As I rubbed my hands together to warm the oil, I admired his back. Once more, the beauty of this man whose life I now shared overwhelmed me.

Running my hands over his back, shoulders, arms and butt, I slowly, deliciously experienced the wonder of arousal. I watched as my cock filled, lengthened and stood out from my body, proud and hard.

Not too shabby for an old guy like me, I mused.

As I continued my careful attention to the body of the man I loved, I leaned forward until my erection pressed against the crevice of his ass. Taking a deep breath, I moved back and forth in that position until I was close to release.

I was well-lubricated with the body oil and opened him easily with my fingers. Andy raised his hips off the bed and I pressed down, guiding myself into his body. He sighed. I stretched myself full-length onto his back, sliding my arms along his, burying my face into his hair, loving him. I loved him with all my heart and soul. In union with him, the love we shared surrounded us. As my passion swelled within me, I was lost in the wonder of it all. I breathed out his name at the same time I released my seed into him. I lay on his back, softly caressing his arms before I reluctantly withdrew.

When he turned over, I straddled him. His firm, hard dick rubbed against me, ready to penetrate and share his semen with me. I poured more oil on my hand and stroked his erection. He entered with ease. I shuddered as he slipped past the ring. I could feel his cock throbbing as he slid into me. As I rose and fell, he looked deeply into my eyes, mouthing, “I love you, I love you,” over and over in rhythm with his strokes. Too soon he held his breath, stiffened beneath me and gave a strangled groan as he released his semen into my body.

We lay side by side. I was stroking his hair, kissing him, pressing myself against him. “I love you,” he said to me, this time out loud. At times like this, the concerns I have over the differences in our ages is erased.

“I never get tired of hearing you say it.”

“David.” Andy was more serious than before. “Did you notice how Brad reacted to your suggestion of how you were going to help me relax?”

“Yes,” I said, still stroking his face.

“What do you think it means?”

“I don’t know. Probably just teenage hormones. Remember those?”

“Forget about teenage hormones. How about our adult hormones?” Andy said as he pulled me into an embrace.

* * * *

We stood outside the barrier at Metro. Andy kept dancing on his toes.

“I wonder if they missed the plane? Maybe they got on the wrong flight?”

Brad and I just shook our heads and smiled.

Finally Andy sang out, “There they are!”

We saw two well-dressed, nice-looking men coming down the concourse to the check-point, carry-ons in hand. They smiled and waved when they saw us. The taller of the two, Nelson had salt and pepper grey hair and a moustache, in contrast to his stocky partner’s full, white beard. Even from here, Norman’s eyes twinkled as I remembered. When we’d met Nelson and Norman in Boston, we really didn’t get to spend too much time with them. Andy had talked extensively with Nelson on the phone in the years since, but we’d never gotten to know much about Norman. We were soon to find out more than we could have imagined.

After picking up their luggage and walking back to the super cab truck, we set out for home. My unfortunate decision caused Brad to be wedged in between the two older men on the back seat. I sat turned toward them as Andy drove.

“So, you’re Brad,” Norman said. “What an extraordinary specimen of young manhood you are,” he said, turning sideways and giving Brad an appraising look.

“Ah, thanks,” mumbled Brad, looking to Andy and me in the front seat.

“Tell me, my fine Adonis, when did you discover you were gay?”

Andy and I turned to each other. His eyes were as wide as I felt my own to be.

“Norman, for God’s sake, behave yourself!” Nelson ordered.

“What?” Norman said innocently. “I was just interested in this young man’s journey to the bus.”

“To the bus?” Brad was nonplussed.

“Yes, dear boy, the bus. “

“Norman!” Nelson said again. “If you don’t leave the young man alone I will—”

“All right, all right,” Norman chuckled kindly. “How old are you, Brad?”

“Seventeen. I’ll be eighteen in March.”

“Ah. Well, then, perhaps you’re just working out your sexual orientation. No matter. Why, I didn’t realize I was gay until I was 25. You have plenty of time.”

I caught Brad’s eye in the rear view mirror and smiled as reassuringly as I could. Brad gave a crooked, little smile and slumped in his seat.