David and Andrew Book 2: With These Rings

Chapter 1: Fathers and Sons-2

Later that night, after a warm shower together, during which our mutual exploration of each other’s bodies had had the expected aphrodisiac effect, Andy and I lay on the bed.

“Ready to relax?”

“Ubetchim, Red Ryder,” he said, using the nickname he’d adopted for me when he had first come into my life.

I got up, walked to the bathroom and took a bottle of body oil out of the medicine cabinet. By the time I returned, Andy had pulled off his boxers and turned on his stomach. I took a slow deep breath at the sight of his beautiful, muscular buttocks with that light coating of red hair. Dropping my towel, I crawled over the dogs, settled on their trundle, and onto the bed.

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 c**k 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 d**k 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 c**k 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 s****l 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.

* * * *

Christmas was a wonderful celebration of family. All my children were home for the holidays. My girls, Meg and Kathy, live in town with their families but my boys had to travel. Mike, my oldest, and his partner John—who together had been instrumental in uniting Andy with his father—flew in from Boston while Peter and his wife Angie came in from Chicago. Angie was pregnant again, and we were all pulled into the name game, offering suggestions as to what the newcomer would be called. Norman suggested his name would be nice. Meg, my youngest, was a bit quiet; she and her husband Sean had been trying for their second child but had had no luck as yet.

The week of family celebration was a joy for Andy and me. Nelson and Norman were wonderful great-granddads. They were attentive to the children and called my kids their grandkids. Both Meg and Kathy had us all over for dinner. One night we revived an old Bennett family tradition of putting together a difficult jigsaw puzzle and on another we went to the Greenfield Village Lights of Christmas display. All in all, we had a hectic but wonderful week. Brad soaked it all in. He missed his parents, but I could see he had adopted us as his family.

His grandmother called from California on Christmas Day. I was sitting next to him on the sofa when she called. I didn’t pay too much attention until I heard:

“Yes, Gran, Nelson is Andy’s dad, and Norman is his partner…Yes, like David and Andy, yes…Yes, John and Mike are here, too.”

He laughed.

“I guess so, Gran, it does seem to run in families.”

After he hung up, he smiled apologetically and said, “I think she’s still a bit worried I’m gonna catch something from you guys.”

That concerned me a bit but the swirl of activity put it out of my mind for the time being.

By the end of the week, all the out of town guests had gone, including Nelson and Norman.