Need to start with apologies for not writing this chapter before now. However, not a single person wrote to me about the last chapter except for a fan from Sweden and he thought I should have used different characters for this series of chapters. Sigh. So, think it is time to conclude this series and then decide if I want to write again or not. Let me know what you think at mikedave01@yahoo.com.
I'm picking up the story where the actor cousin of Jon's is talking to the guys eating lunch about what he's going to do about the love his co-star in the successful TV show has shown him. If you've not read what has led up to this chapter you can at http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-friends/older-and-younger/
" `So, when Simon (and yes that's his real name, just like mine's Marcelo) came on to me and let me know he wanted me to want him, I had no frame of reference. I have never been with a man sexually, ever. If primo Juan was a virgin in some ways with Mark, I'm a total virgin with a man.'
I could see all kinds of leers and lust in the room. Lots of the gay guys in the room would give everything they had to be first man in this man's pants. Sigh.
`So, I'm going upstairs to talk with Simon, for real.'
Cheers!
`But I don't know where this is going to go. I honestly fucking don't. I am so far out of my depth I'm not sure I can stay afloat. Look, he's always been honest with me. I'm going to try to be that with him. And I don't even know what I feel. Whether I move into another room after talking with him or not, I'll ask all of you to keep what happened here today as our secret. While some guys can finally be openly gay in Hollywood, Simon can't. If I decide I'm bi or whatever I can't either. I can promise I'll work for gay rights in any way possible from now on though. However, I'll have to do it from the sidelines.
Can you guys respect that?'
The entire room nodded, again with tears.
He left, deeply in thought.
Jon and I hugged each other, even more deeply in love.
At that point Teddy came over (and from where?) and hugged us both.
`You both were wonderful", he said. "Jon, you were magnificent! Now, I really, really, love you both, not just Mark. But no cumming before tonight! Take a nap now and rest up. You'll need to!'
We both laughed and did go upstairs for a long nap in each other's arms.
I wondered about what was happening in the Presidential Suite and wondered about when the snow would fall and whether it would interfere with Jon's and my flight out late tomorrow afternoon. But later, laterÉ And later would bring Teddy here, too!
Snoring nowÉ"
Jon woke me up with a smoldering kiss, which I responded to as all parts of me woke up fast! Grin.
We went down to dinner/supper and enjoyed yet another light Mediterranean meal. We were both a bit nervous about Teddy's arrival and what the evening would bring, although looking forward to it, too.
After a half hour back in the room after supper, we started to wonder if Teddy was going to show up after all. We could imagine that he might not, with his sense of humor. Needn't have worried however. There was soon a brisk knock at the door and seconds later Teddy opened it, dressed in his Ranch outfit pushing a serving table in front of him. We looked at him with amusement as he made a production out of unveiling what awaited us.
"Daddies" he said, "Only the best for the best!" We were a bit stunned to see a plate of raw oysters in the shell with lemon wedges, a few beautiful chocolate pastries, and a bottle of vintage Dom PŽrignon champagne. "Only the best for the best", he repeated. "The oysters are `bŽlon' from Brittany in France. The patisseries are made with the finest Belgian chocolate and I think you recognize the champagne." Yeah I did and figured it was easily a hundred a bottle.
He made an elaborate show of serving us next. He shucked each oyster very efficiently, juiced each one with lemon, and insisted on serving us each one separately, alternating between Jon and me, spooning each oyster and some of the liquor into our mouths as if we were babies. In between feeding us he opened the champagne and poured it into the flutes. He insisted we sip between oysters. He sure was a tyrant! Grin. And wow, were those oysters good! Tasted so fresh with just a bit of sea brine. Also had to grin when I thought about "why oysters"!
Eventually we came to the cakes, which went surprisingly well with a second glass of champagne. Again he insisted on serving us, staying in his waiter role. Have to admit the cakes were exquisite, too. I don't think I've ever tasted any sweet as complex and wonderful! And I smiled at "why chocolate" as well as "why oysters". Eventually those disappeared, too. At that point he tidied up, moved the table to the edge of the room, stoppered the champagne with a fancy gadget, and approached us. His face remained serious and pensive, as it had been throughout our small meal. He led us to the large bed in the room and laid down on it in the middle and motioned us to lie down on either side of him. We did what he indicated. Still without changing his expression he motioned us to put our arms around him and hold him. We did, a bit puzzled, and were suddenly shocked when he started to sob as if the worst thing in his life had happened! All we could do was hold him until he could get in control of himself. Jon and I looked at each other over Teddy, puzzled. This was a Teddy we'd never seen!
After a long time, he finally ran down and stopped crying. He looked at each of us with red eyes and runny nose. He looked like such a child and so innocent that my heart went out to him. I could tell Jon had the same reaction.
"I'm so sorry, daddies." We started to protest. "No, let me finish", he said. I had planned for such a wild night. At some point tonight I had planned to have both of you inside me at the same time." We gasped at that, which made him smile a bit finally. "Yeah, I had even prepared for that. But after hearing Jon talk today and seeing you both here, so much in love, I realized that I didn't want that. Today I saw you both as the Dad I never had. I realized I loved you both as my Dad for real. Will you be my Daddies, my real daddies, my daddies I never had? Please? Please? Will you accept me as your son?"
I was shocked again. I could tell Jon was, too. Neither one of us knew what to say. Teddy waited and started to cry again softly. I realized Teddy was the right age to be our son. I thought about his difficult past and the lack of love growing up that I had read about in his file. I thought a lot of things about him, about me, about Jon, and about love. I realized that I cared about Teddy. His humor and his outrageousness had kept me from realizing that. I realized he had deliberately kept me off guard to keep me from understanding him and how I felt about him. I guess he could become the son Jon and I would never have. I guess he could?!? I started to feel a bit guilty I had had sex with him. However, soon threw that off. It had been what it had been. That was then. This was now. I looked at Jon. He looked back. In his look I understood that Teddy was my decision and not his. He would accept whatever I decided.
I cleared my throat and realized I had been crying, too, without even knowing it. Jon's eyes were also moist.
"Teddy", I started, "You are always unexpected aren't you?" He couldn't help but smile a bit at that. "This is so abrupt. I had not expected this at all. However, I do know about your upbringing and history from your file." He nodded, looking down. "So, I understand your feelings and what you're asking. And I now realize that I care about you quite a bit and have. However, you've never let me have the chance to figure that out until now. You've always kept me off guard, haven't you?" He nodded. "You did that on purpose to avoid asking me, us, what you're asking now, didn't you?" He nodded again. "Can I be honest and say I don't know to answer you right now?" He nodded yet again and started to cry again. "Jon and I will have to talk about this. I'll have to know how he feels. But for tonight you can be our son."
I think the sun suddenly came up again! His smile and his relief were so blinding!... We both flushed hotly as he kissed us both with passion!
And then we began to talk. We decided we needed to know everything about each other. I discovered I quite liked Teddy and admired him, too. He talked about his dreams to become a medical doctor and his intense desire to help other people. Jon talked about his life and his lack of love until he met me. I talked about Marc and how his death had nearly destroyed me and how Jon had rescued me. We talked about the TV stars and their lives. Teddy talked about how his real dad had abused him and how only humor and outrageousness allowed him to survive that and how they had become his defense. I don't know how long we had been talking when we heard a shout and then several shouts of "snow, snow, snow!"
We got out of bed and went out on our balcony. It really was snowing! "Holiday Inn" Jon shouted. We all laughed and enjoyed all the men cavorting outside in the snow shower. The three of us opened our mouths and tried to lick snowflakes from the air. Jon and I could soon tell that this would be a light snow that wouldn't hinder our travel tomorrow. So, we relaxed and enjoyed the excitement of a snow in West Texas before Christmas. Teddy was certainly like a kid as he danced in the snow shower. I looked at Jon with a searching glance. His nod answered me. I think this might be the strangest thing I ever have done in my life, but I was going to try to think of Teddy as a son. I even wondered if Jon and I should adopt him and give him our names?
Later on, we finally got cold and went back into the room. Teddy gave us both a searching look. "Daddies, can I sleep with you tonight?" I nodded yes. He beamed at me. I then realized that neither Jon nor I had any kind of sleepwear. We always slept naked so that we could feel each other's body during the night.
"Um, `son'" I said, "Jon and I don't have pajamas." He smiled that breathtaking smile again. "Doesn't matter, I don't either." He stripped naked in a few seconds showing off his even more gorgeous body than the last time I had seen him naked. I know my jaw dropped and figured Jon's did, too, because Teddy laughed out loud at us.
"Daddies", he said. "I know we're not blood Dads and Son. I know you can't help reacting to me sexually, just as I can't help reacting to you. We are all hot men, after all. We're going to bed naked and since we all have to sleep, let's get off quickly and simply. And then I want to be hugged and cuddled by you both all night and feel loved like I have never felt loved before."
Well, I guess there was an internal logic of some kind in that.
He quickly stripped us and then sucked each of us off very quickly and then jacked himself off. It was so quickly done that we couldn't object. And damn wasn't he good!
"Daddies", he said. "I love you both as my real Dads. And happy the sex is out of way so we can really love." I started to understand even more about how broken his upbringing had been. Well, this would take some time and effort. Still, it was really nice to have all three of us naked and, actually, lovingÉ
Too soon it was time to get up and get unentangled.
Unshed tears as we got up and talked and talkedÉ We ordered breakfast in to stay together as long as we could. But Teddy soon had to go to work. He was suddenly gone after a very quick kiss and hug.
What a whirlwind!
The whirlwind continued as we packed and got ready to take the shuttle to the airport. We descended the steps to the entrance and were shocked to see most of the staff and more than a few guests waiting for us.
Claudio and Chaz came up to us first and told us that they wanted to thank us so much for making the Ranch happen. They gave us both gifts, long felt hugs and kisses and then motioned to the crowd waiting for us. Chaz said, "Your love yesterday moved so many of us. One, two, three" and the whole crowd sang, "For they are jolly good fellowsÉ"!
Talk about being overwhelmed. Chuck and Jorge finally rescued us and grabbed our bags and hustled us out to the shuttle. We rode in silence to the airport, still overwhelmed and sorting out our feelings. Too soon, once again, it was again time for major league hugs and some tears.
Somehow Jon and I got through security, although I swear we were chosen for a pat down again on purpose. We finally got on the shuttle to DFW. We didn't talk but held hands as often as we could. We only chatted about inconsequential things during the next two flights as well.
We were glad to take the shuttle to our home from our local airport. We finally were home! By now it was evening in our University town. We found that one of Chaz's presents was a carefully set up and stored meal. We enjoyed that. Finally it was time for bed. We went up to bed and made love softly and happily. We still didn't talk about Texas. Not time yet. Now was for usÉ
Over the next three days we both had to deal with year-end financial work. Jon had to do his financial advising and my staff and I had to deal with last minute donors for the Marc Foundation. We were tired after very long days, but managed to enjoy ourselves in simple sexual ways together. And we always slept naked and cuddled and connected in all ways.
We felt obliged to go out to a big New Year's Eve party that my staff had set up for donors of the Foundation. We had fun. The staff had done a great job setting it up. However we found ourselves to be the "stars" of the party surrounded by a bunch of gay and lesbian people who soon lost their inhibitions thanks to the really good champagne served! We were constantly felt up and hugged. With that and the champagne we started to get turned on with passion.
We finally had to leave! We went home, ran up the stairs to our bed, tore each other's clothes off and started fucking each other with wild and crazy passion! We switch hitted every few minutes, back and forth and back and forth trying to get each other hotter and hotter. We were both amazingly sweaty. This was the most physical fuck we'd ever had. Finally we couldn't stand it anymore. We had to cum! We laid back and jacked each other off to a huge explosion!
And then I saw Jon sway just a bit and lie down fully.
"Sorry", he said. "Just a heart palpitation." I was immediately remorseful.
"Stop it", he said. "That was incredible. But this shows why I'll have my surgery in two weeks."
Jon came through surgery extremely well. We've resumed our newly very physical sex life. Helps keep us in really good shape! Grin.
We also either emailed or Skyped our "son", Teddy, every day. While I've never felt particularly paternal, I'm learning how to love a younger guy in a kind of "fatherly" way. If I were a psychologist I could explain that I understood what Teddy needed and didn't need from Jon and me and how all of us were working out a real relationship in all kinds of psychobabble jargon. However, while the fact that we all find each other very hot is adding "complexity" to this relationship, I think we doing well at figuring out how that complexity should be accepted into the relationship, too.
Jon and I also decided that Teddy would certainly be going to med school and that we would pay for it, if needed. We set him up with MCAT classes and figured out where he would get in into med school in Texas. If we're going to be Dads, we'll do it as well as we can.
We continued to get good news from the Ranch. The TV stars had not completely figured out their relationship, it appears, but they did spend the night together at the Ranch and both are "together" in some ways at least. The Ranch itself is a hit. Bookings are solid and often weekends are sold out way in advance. It is making money and is proving to be a good investment. Jon's work has continued to prosper. The Foundation is working harder and harder at helping LBGT people. Life is good.
And then in April, right after tax day Jon came over to the Foundation and my office. He swept me off my feet, quite literally, once again. Damn I love this man! "Make your plans", he said. "Next month we're getting married in Spain!" Spain! Spain? All I could think of was bullfights and guys in tight pants and costumes. Hmm. Maybe that's not bad? Grin. Ever the librarian, I did a lot of research on Spain. Spain was the second country in the world to accept gay marriage. Who knew? It has had a tough history and is deeply involved with the Euro problems now. However, it is a very progressive country after finally being freed from the Fascist rule of Franco. It has a constitutional monarchy with a very progressive King who doesn't hesitate to step in when he sees the need. His family comes from the French Bourbons (such as Louis XIV). It has a fundamentally sound economy, despite current worries. It is also a very complex country. It has the biggest population of Basques in Europe. They have finally agreed to live in peace with the rest of the country. It has a very wet and green Northwest and a very hot and dry far South. A major part of its population speaks Catalan and not Spanish (which is called Castilian in Spain). In the Northwest people speak Gallego, which is a combination of Spanish and Portuguese. People there tend to be very light-skinned and often red-haired (as their Celtic roots would suggest), in contrast to the more Arabic-looking people in the far South. And do people there love food! One of world's best restaurants just closed there. Its chef used all kinds of food chemistry tricks to create an entirely new type of cuisine. OK, stopping now. But wow. Fascinating place. Made me spend more time on my Spanish lessons, too, even if I learned that Spaniards spoke a very different Spanish from my Jon.
The day finally came when Jon and I went through security again (and yes, we were chosen for pat downs. What is this?) and boarded our flight for Spain! I was very excited and a bit nervous, too. I mean, I'm nearly 50 years old but felt like a kid! Jon had paid for first class, so we were literally wined and dined on our trip across the Atlantic. We even slept some. Finally landed in Madrid and took the train into the city center. Jon was a relentless tour guide, keeping me awake (to deal with the time change) the entire day. We saw so very much and it was all so foreign to me that I managed to stay awake. The Prado museum and so much art, but especially "Las Meninas"Éthe big city park, the Plaza Mayor after dark, "tapas", and then a wonderful meal that began at 10 PM! And everybody was speaking Spanish! Grin. I got a headache from trying to understand Spanish and speak it. However, I was gratified to be able to use what I've been learning. Maybe you can teach an older American new tricks? Grin again.
We slept very well and got up late to do another full day in Madrid. The following day we saw the amazing medieval town of Toledo and the Roman aqueduct in Segovia. During the following week we saw the "Ramblas" and the cathedral designed by Gaud' in Barcelona, had real paella in Valencia, were fascinated by the Islamic architecture of Granada, enjoyed the liveliness of Sevilla, had real sherry in Jerez de la Frontera, saw the rock of Gibraltar, went back north through Portugal (and yes Portuguese is not Spanish!) enjoying this very different country. We finally went back into Spain in Galicia, saw the famous cathedral of Santiago de Compostela, and then slowly made our way to San Sebasti‡n, which I decided, immediately, must be one of the world's most beautiful places, with its picturesque city facing onto a lovely sea and surrounded by gorgeous mountains. It was here that Jon took me into the City Hall, where I could see other couples were waiting to be married. I raised my eyebrows. He laughed out loud. "Yes, my man. This piece of paradise is where I want to marry you legally. Will you marry me and marry me here?" I actually heard nervousness in his voice! I thought about teasing him and drawing this out, but just couldn't. "Of course I will, my love. You're the sun, the moon, and the universe for me." He did laugh again. Damn, I love that sound so very, very, much. He searched my face for a few minutes and then said, "You know I'm not religious particularly. So I wanted to have a civil wedding in Spain. However, I know how you feel about religion. So on the way back home we'll stop in New York where we'll have a religious wedding done by an Episcopal priest I'm sure you'll approve of!" I then started to cry a bit. How could this impossibly wonderful man have set up this whole trip so perfectly? Maybe he really did love me? I laughed internally at that thought.
The rest of the day was a blur. We made love that night like newlyweds all night long (actually we were, weren't we?).
The church wedding in New York was absolutely beautiful. Lots of guys from the Ranch and our hometown flew up to help with it. Teddy was there as our "ring bearer and flower guy". He did make me laugh when he said that! In a huge surprise Simon and Marcelo appeared and took the role of our "best men"! Jorge, Chaz, Chuck, and Claudio were attendants. Even some of the librarians from my former job showed up! It couldn't have been a better wedding! And when kneeling for prayers after the end of the communion part of the service (which I had to lead Jon through) I suddenly felt another feeling of warmth and love. I looked up and for a tenth of a second saw a vision of Marc beaming at me with love. I beamed back at him, then at Jon, and then all of our friends attending our wedding.
This was the happiest moment of my life. I'll end my story here.
Much love and abrazos fuertes to all, Mark.