Twilight Love
 by: Hankster

© 2008 by the author

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Chapter 11

All good things must come to an end. We had a marvelous time on the cruise, but it was over much too soon. It didn’t take long to resume our routines, and as soon as we did, it was time to pick up Tyler and Brady at the airport. Once they picked up the car that they were to drive to San Diego, they could stay as long as they wanted. They didn’t have to deliver the car until Labor Day.

The summer heat and humidity had invaded South Florida with all its intensity. Everything is intense in South Florida in the summer. Our hurricanes are intense; our tropical weather is intense; our rain storms are intense; our ever growing Latin culture, with its hot music and hot dancers, is intense; our love making is intense. I wouldn’t live any where else. I am in my so called golden years. Why waste those years on every day bland.

Andy helped me locate the parking ramp for Terminal 2 and we went to wait for the boys’ plane. We knew we were early, but we couldn’t sit still, so we decided to wait at the airport. We entered the terminal and I checked the arrivals screen. Their flight was twenty minutes late. By today’s standards that’s an early arrival. For us that meant we had about an hour’s wait.

We went to a small coffee shop and ordered coffee and donuts. I don’t know how I downed the stuff; I had such butterflies in my stomach. In fact, I only ate half my donut and Andy finished it off. Nothing puts any extra weight on him anyway. I should be so lucky.

At last the screen announced that their flight had arrived. We waited for them just outside the security area. Of course, they were the last off the plane, and no wonder. They were laden with tennis rackets and surf boards, which they must have managed to stow in the overhead compartment. Andy and I go out of our way to lighten our loads when we travel. Only youths would have done this. Had they asked, I could have lent them two tennis rackets. Then I realized that they might want their rackets with them when going cross country, but I doubted the need for surfboards.

They spotted us, but of course we could not greet each other properly. That would have to wait. We proceeded to Baggage Claim, where at last they could unburden themselves and we all hugged each other warmly. All the while I was wondering how we would get the surfboards in the car.

I needn’t have worried. The boys came prepared with heavy leather bands which secured the boards and which clipped on to the car’s window frames. I was glad we had a very short trip home. We had to hurry if we were to make dinner at The Carriage House, so we just dropped their things in our apartment and went immediately down to dinner. Instead of our usual table for two we found a vacant table for four. As soon as Tracy spotted us, she rushed over. We introduced her to our grandsons and she wasted no time telling us how cute they were.

At dinner Tyler asked what our plans were for the evening. He realized that we ancients might want to go to bed, but they were on Pacific Time and the night was young.

“Florida is very strict about under age drinkers,” I warned them. You have to be eighteen so let me think where we can go?”

They both started to laugh. “Grandpa,” Tyler said. “I turned eighteen three weeks ago and Brady turned eighteen about six weeks ago. I know you missed my birthday and I didn’t want to remind you.”

“Oh shit!” I yelled. “We were on a cruise and I completely forgot. I am so sorry.”

“Don’t sweat it,” Tyler told me and put his hand on mine to console me.

“In that case,” I said, more to Andy than to the boys, “why don’t we drop them at The Alley and we can go to Tropical Slaves. We can meet up later.” Andy and I rarely went to ‘our place’ except on Wednesdays and Thursdays. We didn’t even know what was on the agenda for a Saturday night, but no matter. We were sure to meet friends there.

“Why would we go to two different places?” Brady asked. “We want to be with you.”

Andy explained that The Alley catered to a young crowd and the music was too deafening for our old ears. “Tropical Slaves caters to an older crowd,” he explained. “The music is mellower and we can hear ourselves talk. We plan to go there Wednesday evening for dinner. We do that every Wednesday.”

“Then on Thursday evening we go there after dinner,” I added. “It’s karaoke night and Grandpa Andy here sings for me. That’s where we first heard your Uncle Bob sing and got blown away.”

Brady and Tom looked at each other. I could see that they were already reading one another’s minds. Tyler spoke for both of them. “We’d rather go to your place, Grandpas. I’m sure there will be some time when we are on our own and we’ll go to the other place.”

“That’s great,” I said. I was truly pleased. “Pay attention to how we get there and we’ll also point out The Alley.”

Then practical Andy asked, “What time do you have to pick up the BMW tomorrow and do you have the address?”

“Mr. McCoy said to come between 9 AM and 11 AM. His movers will be there then. He is going to stay overnight at his next door neighbors and they are going to drive him to the airport the next morning.” Brady reached into his wallet and pulled out Mr. McCoy’s address. Andy and I looked at it and started to laugh.

“Why are you laughing?” Tyler asked.

“Because we can walk there in five minutes from here, so there will be no rushing in the morning, and we don’t need a curfew tonight,” I answered him. Then I looked at my watch. It was really too early, especially on a Saturday night, to hit ‘Gay Ft. Lauderdale.’

“Andy and I challenge you two to a game of pool before we leave,” I said with mock severity.

“You’ll be sorry,” Brady said equally as serious.

When we started for the Billiard Room, Andy took out his cell phone and made a couple of calls. When he was through he told me that Richie and Tony were going to meet us at Tropical Slaves but unfortunately Al and Tom were busy.

The boys trounced us at pool. “I thought you were swimmers not pool sharks!” Andy admonished them and then he laughed lest they took him seriously. “Before we go,” he said, “let’s get your gear put away. When we get home, I’m sure you’ll be ready to collapse into bed.”

We went upstairs and showed the boys to the guest bedroom which we had furnished with a double bed. The twin beds had gone to charity. We watched as the boys hung up their meager belongings and stowed fresh underwear, socks and tee shirts in the dresser drawer. I marveled at how lightly they travelled, except for sports equipment.

Before we left the apartment, good old practical Andy said to them, “Look, these walls are paper thin. Harry and I are very noisy lovers and I for one don’t intend to hold back. Make as much noise as you want to. We’ve heard it all before and I assure you, we won’t be embarrassed.”

I turned red and the boys broke out laughing.

“You two old farts are amazing,” Tyler said, “but we love you both so much.” The two boys embraced both of us and hugged us tightly.

As I said, we rarely go out on weekends. Needless to say Tropical Slaves was very crowded, and noisier than usual. “I thought you said this place was quiet,” Brady said.

“It is during the week,” I answered. “Let’s get a drink and head for the piano bar. Maybe Andy will sing for us.” The boys ordered something I never heard of and Andy and I had our usual. Drinks in hand, we joined the crowd at the piano. I looked around for familiar faces. Voila, I spotted David and John looking as handsome as usual. I managed to get their attention and waved them over. When they arrived, they kissed Andy and me. When the amenities were concluded, I introduced them to Tyler and Brady.

David said to me, “Better watch them closely, Harry. There are a lot of vultures around here.”

“You should know, you handsome young devil,” I quipped back.

“I’ll see you Monday at home,” David said as he and John took off.

“I expected all your friends to be old,” Tyler said.

“Never assume,” I came back to him.

Just then Richie and Tony came in. They spotted us and inched their way over. After the introductions were over, Richie said, “Wow Harry, I thought Jaden was hot potatoes, but these two take the cake. Every time I meet a member of your family, they get better and better looking and that includes you too, Brady.”

“Flattery will get you everything,” Brady said and he kissed Richie on the cheek. Poor Richie turned red. He never expected his innocent flirtations to get any kind of a reaction.

After we finished our first drinks, we all switched to cokes. The man playing the piano tonight spotted Andy. Obviously, he had heard Andy sing, because he asked him to favor us with a tune. Andy shook his head vigorously, but I gave him a ‘pretty please, for me’ look and he consented. He inched his way up to the piano and whispered something to the pianist, who smiled at him and started to play a real oldie, I’m in Love with Amy. In true Andy style, he sang directly to me and changed Amy to Harry. All the feminine pronouns became masculine. Harry was an expert at doing this and his audience always loved it. When he was finished he got the crowd’s approval and they wanted more, but he handed the mike back to the piano player and rejoined us.

The boys grabbed him and hugged him hard. “You’ve got a great voice grandpa. You could have been a professional singer instead of a professor,” Tyler said.

“I’ll bet you say that to all the girls,” Andy laughed.

Richie and Tony had gone to the bar, but were just now rejoining us. “I took the liberty of changing our Wednesday night reservation to eight. I hope that’s agreeable with all of you,” Tony said.

“Absolutely,” I replied. We already told the boys about our Wednesday nights and they can’t wait to join us.”

The evening passed quickly. We were all having fun singing along with the piano player and making small talk with the crowd. Of course, there was a constant stream of visitors wanting to talk to the two cute twinkies with us. I truly believe that some of the crowd thought that we had picked up these two nubile teenagers for a night of pleasure. Well, let them think that. It made us more interesting and made them quite envious.

We didn’t get home until 1 AM, which was late for us and early for two eighteen year olds. Of course, it was only 10 PM in San Diego and they were not tired, but they agreed that it would be a good idea to get to bed and try to acclimate to the time difference and get over jet lag.

Our apartment only had one bathroom. Andy and I used it first so that we could get to bed as soon as possible. We got out of the bathroom with big bath towels wrapped around us. The boys were in the living room watching the weather channel.

Tyler said, “The weather report for tomorrow is for clear skies with only a slight chance of a passing shower. After we pick up the car, could we go to the beach and we’ll try to do some surfing? I have a gay guide book which lists a nude gay beach in Ft. Lauderdale. Do you know where it is?”

I don’t know who laughed the loudest, Andy or I, but every time one of us tried to stop, the other got him going again. Eventually we calmed down and the boys asked for an explanation.

Naturally Andy told them everything about the beach including the games we foolish old men play. “But most importantly,” he told the boys, “that’s where Harry and I declared our love for each other.” When he said that, he grabbed me and kissed me. The boys must have noticed that both our towels were tenting. We kissed them good night and went into our bedroom and closed the door.

In spite of the fact that Andy had told the boys we make lots of noise when we make love, I was feeling a little inhibited so we were just lying in bed, holding each other, cuddling and fondling a little, when we could hear the shower. By the sound of the running water, we knew that the boys had not closed the door. Why should they? We had closed ours.

After a while we distinctly heard them leave the shower and go into their room, but neither of us heard a door close, even though we could hear the snap of the hall light when they shut it off. About five minutes later, we could hear the sounds of love making. The moans and groans got louder and louder. Then we heard a scream I can only describe as blood curdling. I couldn’t tell which boy had just cum. There was silence for a while, and then I heard, “Harder, Brady, fuck me harder. Don’t be a doofus. Give it to me.” And then we heard another blood curdling scream.

“For God sakes, Andy, they’re noisier than we are. I wish you hadn’t told them to make all the noise they wanted to.” I started to giggle and Andy did too. We tried stifling our laughter, but we only laughed louder and harder.

Finally Andy said, “I’m going to at least close their door and get us a cold drink. I’m parched from all of this.” Without thinking and out of everyday habit, Andy got out of bed naked and went out into the hall. As soon as he did, a light went on in the living room. The two boys were sitting on the sofa still fully clothed and they began to laugh hysterically. They had played a trick on us and it worked one hundred percent.

Andy jumped on both of them and they all fell to the floor wrestling. What the hell, there was nothing to do but join them. After about five minutes we found ourselves lying exhausted and quiet on the living room floor. Thank God the boys were legal. We were all wrapped up together in what can only be called compromising positions. When I came to my senses, I was totally embarrassed, but Andy and the boys seemed fine with it.

“Can we go to bed now?” I begged.

“Sure gramps,” Tyler said. “I gotta tell you. You are very well hung,” and he disappeared into his room with Brady in close pursuit.

After breakfast, we drove the boys to Mr. McCoy’s house to pick up the BMW. Indeed the movers were there and it looked like they were nearly finished. Brady brought Mr. McCoy over to our car to meet us. He had already told him that I was a retired CPA and Andy was a retired professor of economics who had taught at Columbia University. He wanted McCoy to know that by association the BMW was in good hands.

We waited while McCoy instructed the boys in how to use all the gadgets in the car. He told them that the registration and insurance certificate were in the glove compartment. He just serviced the car so it was good to go for six thousand more miles, more miles than they would need to drive it to San Diego. He gave them a telephone number where he could be reached and asked them to please call about once a week to report on their progress. They told him that they would be in Florida for a week or two and they would let him know when they started out. He shook hands with them, waved to us and went into the house.

The boys followed us home. In the parking lot of The Carriage House, Brady informed us that the car was awesome.

We had lunch in the dining room, and after lunch we loaded two beach chairs (for the old timers) and a couple of blankets into the trunk of Andy’s car. We packed a bag with sun block and towels, and tied the surf boards to the roof of the car. We headed for the beach with everyone in high spirits except me. I had great misgivings about the beach game when Jaden was here, but Tyler was my grandson for God sakes. I was petrified.

It was a Sunday and the beach was more crowded than I had ever seen it. Andy and I took the chairs and the boys spread the two blankets on the sand and sat down on them. They were enjoying the sights of all those buff bodies not even realizing how many guys were checking them out. Their attention was drawn to the noises coming from the water. It was obvious that the game we had told them about was in full progress.

“Let’s join the fun in the water,” Tyler said. He jumped up and took Brady’s hand. Andy was immediately out of his chair, but I said to go on without me. “I’m sitting it out today,” I told them.

“Not on your life, grandpa. You’re not chickening out on us. Besides, you’re already naked. There’s nothing you can hide from me.”

Shit! The boy was right. But I still didn’t move so the three of them grabbed me and dragged me in the water. I tried to stay away from my loved ones, seeking out strangers to grab. But then someone came up to me from behind and began to stroke my cock and balls. I knew from the way he was stroking me that it was Andy so I reached behind me to grab his cock and balls. As soon as I did, I knew I was mistaken. This cock was hard as a rock and much bigger than Andy’s on the days he was able to get this hard. I froze and tried to turn around, but the caress had turned into a vice like grip and I couldn’t move. I could feel two lips kiss my neck gently as the man continued to stroke me. His touch was so gentle and sensuous I knew I was going to cum. I screamed in as muffled a way as I could. His lips left my neck and tickled my ear and the man said to me, “I love you grandpa.”

The grip loosened and I turned around quickly. Tyler must have swum under the water because I couldn’t see him. I looked around and spotted Brady and Andy. They were yards away and enjoying the game with perfect strangers. While I was still trying to spot Tyler, someone grabbed my cock. I looked over to see Al laughing at me.

“You old fart,” he said. “You’re all sticky. Someone just got you off.” With that he swam off to seek new playmates. I was beside myself. I needed to run away and I got out of the water as fast as I could. When I got to our chairs, there was Tyler sitting on the blanket and crying. When he spotted me he said, “Please don’t hate me grandpa. I love you so much. I don’t know what got over me. I just wanted to show you how much I love you.”

His crying was breaking my heart. I sat down next to him and put my arms around him. He rested his head on my shoulder. “I love you too,” I said. “There isn’t anything in the world you could do to make me hate you. You gave me a very pleasant experience, one I’ll never forget, but I would appreciate it if we didn’t tell anyone, not even Andy and Brady.”

That’s a deal, gramps,” Tyler agreed. With that, he kissed me on the lips and I got up and sat on the chair just as Andy and Brady rejoined us.

“Look over there,” Brady said to Tyler. The tide’s coming in and the surf is churning up a bit. What do you say we try surfing in the Atlantic Ocean for a change?”

They grabbed their boards and bounded into the ocean. The moment they were gone, Andy put his arm around my shoulder. “You’ve been crying,” he said. I nodded. “I saw what happened,” he continued. “I want you to stop fretting and feeling guilty. Neither of you did anything wrong. Tyler wanted to show you how much he loves you and all that happened is that his natural instinct to show love came out. It wasn’t wrong. It was beautiful. I want you to cherish that moment for the rest of your life.” He cradled me in his arms as I continued to cry. After awhile, I looked up at him and asked him, “When did you get to be so wise? Do you know how much I love you?”

After dinner we had another game of pool, but this time Andy and I almost beat the boys. I know. Almost doesn’t count. When we had enough, Tyler and Brady told us that they wanted to check out The Alley. We refreshed their memories on how to get there, and we went to the card room to see if we could get in a round of bridge.

We found two other bridge players and had time for a few games before the card room became a morgue again. I was still worked up over what had happened at the beach. I was OK with it, but still agitated.

“Come,” Andy said, I’ll buy you a drink. I think you need one.” We walked over to the neighborhood bar. When we got there we were surprised to see David and John sitting at a small table. We walked over to say hello.

“What are you doing here,” I asked.

“We live nearby,” John said, “Do you guys come here often?”

“As a matter of fact we do,” Andy said. “We usually only go to Tropical Slaves on Wednesday for dinner and Thursday for karaoke.”

“That’s our general schedule, too,” John said. “Please join us.”

“We’ll get our drinks and be right back,” I said.

I found David and John to be great company and they were just what I needed to lighten my mood. They wanted to know how we had enjoyed our recent cruise, and they told us that they had met on a gay cruise.

“Isn’t it great to be with someone you love?” John asked. “I am so grateful I no longer have to cruise sleazy bars looking for Mr. Right. Every day he’s there for me, to have and to hold.” He blew David a not so discreet kiss, fully aware that we were in a straight bar.

The time passed quickly and the young men excused themselves. Andy and I stayed for another round and then went home. On the walk home Andy said, “I want to make wild, passionate love to you tonight. If the boys get home they can hear the real thing.”

“We’ll see,” I answered him jokingly.

The boys were not home when we got there. Before we showered Andy took his Viagra. We hopped into bed as quickly as we could and wrapped our bodies together. Andy began to stroke my cock. It was then that I told Andy that when Tyler began to stroke me, I thought it was him. That’s how similar their touches were.

“When did you realize that it wasn’t me?” he asked.

“When I felt his cock. Sorry, love, but you don’t get that hard even with Viagra.” I didn’t add the fact that Tyler was bigger. He knew that already. We stopped talking for awhile and then I whispered in his ear, “It would be a wonderful thing if you could fuck me tonight. I really need it.”

The Viagra had done it’s work. “No problem,” he said. Andy spent a lot of time lubricating me that night. By the time he was ready to enter me, I was almost ready to cum. He also lubed his cock with more lubricant than usual, so that he slipped into me very easily. This night I was lying on my stomach and he was fucking me from behind. After he entered me, he just lay on top of me without moving. It felt so good, I told him that I’d like to fall asleep that way. Even though Andy agreed that it would be a wonderful idea, there are some things you can’t hold back on. Little by little, slowly at first and then harder and harder he began pumping me. His cock and my prostate were screaming for relief. We came at the same time screaming louder than Tyler and Brady had screamed when they were scamming us.

Andy collapsed on top of me and I whispered to him, “I think we have to change the linen.” When we recovered, we got up and stripped the bed. I used the dirty linen to clean myself. I was going to take the bundle of linen to our clothes hamper, and on the way back, I intended to take fresh linen from the linen closet. The facility wisely provided each apartment with extra linen in case an accident occurred between maid services. As soon as I walked out into the hallway, the living room light went on. There sat Tyler and Brady, naked this time, laughing their sides off. They had come home while we were fucking and we never heard them.

“We could never have imagined how noisy you two are or we would have done a better job last night.” They got up sporting tremendous hardons and kissed me. Then they kissed Andy who had come out of our room when the light went on.

I remarked that they were home pretty early. “Yes,” Tyler said. “We enjoyed the dancing, but it was just too noisy and we kept getting hit on so we left. Tropical Slaves is a much friendlier place. Even though the clientele is older, personally, we enjoyed the place more.”

They went to their bedroom, and this time they closed the door. I got the fresh linen and shut the living room light. We made the bed and crept in intending to sleep, but we listened to our grandsons making love instead. I think they are somewhat quieter than Andy and I, but not by much.

To be continued…

 

Posted: 10/17/08