Adagio

Chapter 11

Tyler and I continued to share a bed. I’m sure that Peter and Christian knew, because the bed assigned to Tyler was never used. I’m also sure that they approved and supported us.

One afternoon, when Joey was visiting, he asked, “Are you and Tyler in love?”

I looked at Tyler and he looked at me. He grinned.

“Yes,” I said, “we are. It took me a long time to realize that I could love him without being unfaithful to Mark. I know now that there will never be another Mark, but there will also never be another Tyler. I love him and I need him.”

“Good,” said Joey. “I was really worried about you when Mark died, and I’ve been hoping and praying you’d find another boy to love.”

That night, as Tyler and I lay in bed, I said, “I want to try something.”

“Oh?”

I reached into the drawer in the bedside table and pulled out a tube. I showed it to Tyler. He hugged me and said, “Go for it.”

We indulged in kissing and caressing until we had both grown hard. Then I said, “Lie on your back.”

When he did, I opened the tube of KY jelly, and squirted a liberal amount on my middle finger.

“Put your feet onto my shoulders,” I ordered.

“I love it when you boss me around,” he said, grinning.

Looking down at his exposed ass, I slid my finger into his asshole, moving it a little to loosen up its muscles. When I was satisfied that I’d done what needed doing, I inserted a second finger and then a third.

“Oh, yes,” Tyler moaned.

I withdrew my fingers, and he said, “Don’t stop.”

“I’m just beginning,” I said.

I slathered some of the lubricant on his hole and then covered my cock with it.

“Ready?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

The tip of my circumcised cock found his hole and I pushed gently. His anus muscles resisted for a few moments but then gave way, and I slid in until I my cock met another ring of muscles.

“Let me know if I hurt you,” I said.

“I don’t give a shit if you do or not. Just do it.”

I did. I pushed until I was in as far as I could go, with my balls right against his ass.

“Yes,” he said. “Keep going.”

I withdrew a bit and managed to hit his prostate.

“Oh, God,” he sighed. “That feels so good.”

I slid back in and then continued the in-out motion. I knew by the rising sensations in my cock that I wouldn’t last long.

What surprised me was that with neither of us touching his cock, he came, shooting cum all over his stomach and chest.

That drove me over the edge, and I began creaming his bowels with my juice.

We both cried out, our lust raising us to new heights of pleasure.

When I stopped shooting, I lay forward on his torso, not worrying that I was getting his cum all over me. We lay that way as we descended slowly from our high. By the time I moved to get off him, his drying cum had sealed us together. I broke the bond slowly and, without saying anything, we rose and went into the bathroom.

As we faced each other in the warm shower, he pulled me to him, and we kissed, our tongues making love to each other.

We washed each other off, our strokes being more caresses than forceful. It wasn’t long before we were hard again.

I turned off the water and we dried each other before returning to my bed, where we sixty-nined, sucking each other’s cocks until we both came again.

We rearranged ourselves so that we were facing each other, now fully sated. Our kisses became tender, loving, and we slept that way, not waking until after nine in the morning.

Downstairs, we sat at the kitchen table. Christian supplied us with eggs, bacon and coffee. We sat looking at the food, unable at first to eat.

I looked up. Peter and Christian smiled at each other.

“A little tired?” asked Peter.

I giggled and said, “Yeah. I’m not sure I can work today.”

Both men laughed, and Tyler and I joined in.

That night, as we lay rather exhausted in bed, I said, “Tyler, if I asked, would you marry me?”

“You know I love you,” he said quietly. “Yes, I would certainly marry you.”

Facing him and rubbing his chest lightly, I said, “Let’s do it.”

So it was decided.

A week after Tyler graduated, we were married in the men’s backyard. It was a small ceremony. Joey was my best man and Tim was Tyler’s. Of course, the Russells were present, as were some of our customers and many of our school friends.

That afternoon, I said to Tyler, “Would you come with me? I want to visit the cemetery.”

“Sure,” he said, and we drove to the place where Mark and Grandma were buried.

As I stood silently in front of Mark’s grave, Tyler waited patiently. When I finished, I placed some of the wedding flowers on his grave, stood a moment in silence, and then moved on to Grandma’s grave, where I also stood silently before placing flowers before her headstone.

Walking back to the car, Tyler asked, quietly, “Were you praying?”

“Yes and no,” I answered. Seeing his puzzled look I explained, “I don’t really believe in a god, but when Mark became ill I prayed for him and he said he always received my prayers. I can only hope that he still does. I was thanking him for leading me to you and approving of our marriage.

“I prayed for Grandma because, even if I’m not a believer, she was.” We finished the ride home in a comfortable silence. Silences had become part of our relationship. They were never awkward. We simply knew that we didn’t always need to talk, and we were comfortable with silence.

Since it was a busy time of year for lawn care we postponed our honeymoon until fall, when we drove to the Mt. Washington Inn in New Hampshire just as the fall colors peaked.

Christian and Peter understood when we told them we wanted to find a place of our own. We found a small house in Mashpee which was just right for us. As a housewarming gift, they gave us one of their pianos.

We continued to join them for Symphony concerts and occasional restaurant dinners.

When we made love at night, it seemed to me that Mark looked at us out of his picture with love and approval. I never, ever forgot him and still relied on him as my voice of reason.

Joey won the state freestyle championship every year until he graduated. He received a swimming scholarship from the University of Michigan and went on to eventually swim in the Olympics.

Each time he won, he dedicated his victory to Mark, his first coach. He became a coach himself, first at the high school level and later at a university. And Tim? He took over a car repair service when its owner retired. He never married but kept in close contact with his brothers.

Tyler and I lived for many years in Mashpee, working in people’s yards in the summer and in the nursery in the winter. In time we adopted twin baby boys, who became our light and joy.

Tim became a frequent visitor to our house and loved his nephews almost as much as we did. Whenever Joey was in town he too doted on the boys.

Peter and Christian adored our boys. Sadly, five years after our marriage, Peter had a massive heart attack and died. I doubt that he even knew. Christian grew very lonely, and eventually invited me, Tyler, and the boys to move in with him. He became the boys’ grandpa. The boys loved him and mourned him deeply when he died.

Our life ran its course for many years. By the time Tyler died, the boys were grown and off on their own.

So now I sit in this big house, knowing the loneliness Christian must have felt, although the boys have given me five grandchildren, and now there’s a great-grandson on the way. I look forward to meeting him.

As I look back over my life, I realize I’ve been very fortunate, with the good times far outweighing the difficult periods. I feel thankful.

The boys and their families visit often. After all, what is nicer than summer on Cape Cod?