Date: Wed, 21 Dec 2011 19:24:52 -0800 (PST)
From: Dave Ledge <mikedave01@yahoo.com>
Subject: Final chapter of Older and Younger, a Love Story?

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.