Life Goes On - 64. Life Is Good – As – Life Goes On

Happy New Year 2020

Twenty years after their first visit to Stockbridge, Massachusetts in 1999 Peter again sat next to his love Tom listening to the Brandenburg Concerto at the New Year’s Eve concert of the Berkshire Bach Society. He felt totally at ease in the darkened theater in Great Barrington, Massachusetts. With his Tom on his right and his wife, Louise, on his left he sat between the two people most important in his life and the two people who totally understood, loved and respected him. Sadly Ann, wife of Tom / lover of Louise, was not with them. She had passed away three years earlier in the arms of Louise following a battle with breast cancer.

Peter, Tom and Louise were now all 81 years of age. A week earlier the three had shared their Christmas celebrations at home in Columbus on Christmas Eve and at son PT’s farm on Christmas Day. Almost all the children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren of the two boys and two girls who had met and begun their life journey as seniors at Pleasant Valley High School in 1955 joined in the holiday festivities. The missing person was Ann Margaret Kowalski, the oldest daughter of Ann and Tom. She had little contact with her family and was currently living in Durango, Colorado with a guy named Mel.

The Christmas celebrations had included a total of twenty-six family members: Louise, Tom and Peter; Their children – three plus one spouse; Grandchildren – five plus five spouses; Great-grandchildren – nine (aged five to eighteen).

The trip to Stockbridge where they stayed in the Red Lion Inn was made in the memory of Ann who had planned their first adventure in 1999 to celebrate the arrival of the new millennium, 2000. On Friday, December 27, 2019, they departed Columbus mid-morning and drove a little over half way to their destination, a seven hour drive, staying near Scranton, Pennsylvania. During their drive Louise sat in the back seat with her Kindle Fire and noise canceling headphones. She was learning Italian in preparation for her trip to Italy the following week. She and a friend from college, Beth, planned this trip. Louise, Ann, Beth and her lover Ashely had been friends for over sixty years. Ashley had passed away ten years earlier. Beth’s apartment was in Newton, a suburb of Boston, where she had been a high school English teacher. They planned to fly from Boston to Rome. In addition to Rome they would visit Florence, Bologna and Venice. They had determined January would be a perfect time to visit this country. While the weather would be cold and damp the places they planned to visit would not be overrun by tourists. When she wasn’t studying Italian she studied Lonely Planet guidebooks and various websites for the areas to be visited.

With an early morning start from Scranton they were at Butternut Ski area near Stockbridge by mid-morning of their second day. Louise dropped off Tom and Peter and then continued on to the Red Lion for a day of Italian immersion. Immediately after checking in she made a reservation for dinner at the highest rated fine dining restaurant in the area according to TripAdvisor. Being a Saturday night she could only get a reservation for the latest seating. After being picked up at Butternut following their day of skiing Peter and Tom checked into their room and took naps. Louise woke them when she called their room at 7:00.

Upon entering the restaurant Tom took the coats of all three and hung them in a cloak room near the entrance. Peter gave his name to the maître d'. As he gave his name he looked into the eyes of the handsome maître d'. The faces of both lite up as Peter called out, ‘José?’ and the other with a smile exclaimed ‘Peter and Tom?’ The three men embraced while standing at the entrance to the dining room. It had been exactly twenty years since they had seen each other but all immediately recognized the other. As Peter gushed, “José, you are as handsome as ever!” their friend replied “My God, my two beautiful and distinguished friends. Welcome to our restaurant. And this lady must be one of the charming wives you told us about.” Peter introduced a surprised Louise to José and then told him about the sad death of Ann. Following condolences directed to Louise and Tom he continued, “This is a wonderful New Year’s gift to have you at our restaurant.” He led them to a table for four in the corner. As he held the chair for Louise, “Tonight you are our guest. Randy will be so pleased to hear you are here. As chef he is busy in the kitchen. I know he will take time out to say hello and hopefully we will have an opportunity later to catch up on our lives. Let me get take your drink order and then the very efficient Sheldon will be your server. This evening you are the guest of Randy and myself.” José was not surprised that the three did not want an alcoholic drink other than wine. As all three requested Moscato he stated he would bring a bottle to the table. Then José walked to the bar area stopping to speak to a handsome man of about thirty. As he spoke the man looked at their table and smiled. He then came to their table, “Good Evening, I am Sheldon and will be your server this evening. José told me you are friends from years back and very special guests. It will be a pleasure to serve you.”

As Sheldon started to tell the specials of the day the door to the kitchen opened and a beaming Randy in chef’s clothes walked over to their table. Tom and Peter stood and the three embraced. The other diners, some of whom were regulars, were surprised to see the chef embracing two guests, especially in such an intimate way. The three joyfully greeted each other as a smiling José and bewildered Sheldon stood nearby. Randy then whispered, “Regretfully, now I must return to the kitchen, but I sincerely hope we have some quality time together.”

The meal was superb. Since they had arrived for a late dinner the restaurant was nearly empty by the time dessert and coffee was served. As Sheldon took after dinner orders José sat at the table. He briefly brought his friends up to date on their lives. When they had met twenty years earlier Randy was in his second year at Westfield State University and José in his third year. The following summer Randy was hired to work in the kitchen of this restaurant where José was a server. Randy immediately fell in love with his work in the kitchen. The owner / chef realized his potential. At the end of the summer he continued to work in the kitchen while attending his third year at university. He decided to take come culinary courses at Pittsfield Community College studying at both schools. The schedule was exhausting but he was happy. José who was a year older graduated at the end of that school year. With his degree in accounting he accepted a position with a small accounting firm in Great Barrington, fifteen minutes from Stockbridge. A year later he passed the CPA (Certified Public Accountant) exam on his first attempt (Few pass all in their first attempt. Your author passed all but one part on his first attempt and the last part on his second). As the small firm grew, he grew with it and today was a partner. While he and Randy owned the restaurant together he only worked there a couple of evenings a week.

José continued. “Randy worked in the kitchen and took more culinary courses after receiving his bachelor’s degree from Westfield State. Within five years he became second in command in the kitchen after the owner. While in the kitchen one Saturday evening the owner turned white and sat down. The paramedics rushed him to the hospital and Randy took over for the evening. At the request of the owner’s wife he managed all aspects of the restaurant: meal preparation, menu planning, staff supervision, building maintenance, advertising, etc. When the owner was able to return a month later he was amazed that this young man had flawlessly stepped into the role of chief chef and overall manager. While in the hospital and rehab he and his wife had long discussions about their future. They were both in their mid-sixties. With our meager savings, a loan from the bank and a second mortgage on the building held by the owner we bought what is now Stockbridge’s top rated fine dining restaurant.” As José finished his commentary Randy wearing his kitchen stained chef outfit jointed them at the table.

About five minutes into their discussion Louise stated, “I know you guys want to catch up on life. Why don’t I go back to the inn and you continue your chat.” Peter went to the cloak room to get his and Louise’s coats. Reaching into an inner pocket of Tom’s coat he retrieved a small plastic pill pouch. He took out two blue pills. He put one in his mouth and took a drink of water when here turned to the table. He then discretely slipped the other pill to Tom. While he was not ashamed of using Viagra at his age he did not want to announce his attentions to all. Tom smiled then turned his head and took the other pill. Peter then helped Louise with her coat and escorted her back to the inn and then returned to the restaurant. While he was gone Tom asked José if they had any of the healthy tea served at their first visit twenty years earlier. Knowing exactly what Tom was alluding to José stated, “If I remember right the tea certainly helped us start an enjoyable evening. As soon as we are at our apartment I will put the kettle on.”

Tom replied, “Although we are in our early 80s Peter and I are as horny as ever. Thanks to the marvelous blue pill, Viagra, we have not lost our ability to have a good time. I have three special wishes for you two: One – When you are our age you are as healthy and horny as we are, Two – That you have a doctor that prescribes the blue pill or whatever is the latest boner upper available and Three – You have a prescription plan that pays for it. If your tea gives us an extra boost all the better. Although this has been a long day for us I am sure you two will give us inspiration.” When Peter returned the four went upstairs to the spacious, skillfully furnished apartment of their friends on the second floor of the restaurant.

As soon as they entered the apartment Randy announced. “Gentlemen, after a day in the kitchen I stink. I need a shower. Anyone care to join me?”

Peter replied, “This has been a long day for us starting at 5:00 this morning. We planned to shower after skiing but fell asleep as soon as we arrived at our room. I will join you and unless anyone is interested in tasting pungent dick cheese accumulated over the past twenty-four hours I suggest Tom join us.”

José joked, “If it is party time in the shower I want to be there also.”

The four stripped naked in the bedroom. Just as he had done twenty years earlier José appeared to enjoy displaying his body. Both Tom and Peter gaped in awe at the stunning man. Twenty years earlier he had been a striking body builder. Obviously he had maintained his exercise regimen. The handsome boy had turned into, if possible, an even more gorgeous man. From his sharp featured Latin face to his strong legs he was more enticing than any of the porn Tom and Peter enjoyed viewing. Remembering Peter’s armpit fetish, José placed his strong arms behind his head exposing the clean shaven pits. The two guests moved their eyes down the body observing the manscaped chest, hard abs and then perfectly groomed pubic hair crowning a half hard natural piece with the dick head peeping out of the moist skin opening. As Peter felt his manhood rising he stepped forward and placed his tongue on the inviting pit. What he tasted was man, all man. No soapy taste and deodorant if any had worn off. Just the essence of man. José suppressed giggles as Peter tickled the pit with his tongue knowing how much pleasure his friend was receiving from the attack. Stepping back they turned their attention to the naked Randy. While he was not the Adonis of his Latin lover his body was lean and inviting. The manscaping of his body was as enticing as that of José. They later learned that José and Randy enjoyed using a razor on the balls and pits and special clippers elsewhere to primp their lover. Peter lifted Randy’s arm and first inspected the clean shaven pit and then attacked it with his tongue. A day of sweaty work in the kitchen resulted in a pungent essence that was both off-putting and enticing. It was like cheddar cheese, the stronger the more tasty. Meanwhile Tom was on his knees tasting the precum oozing from each of his younger friends’ dicks. Tom then stood and kissed his lover with open lips so the two could share the nectar of man each had sampled. Following the preview the four entered the large bathroom. The double sized shower stall had two shower heads, each with a shower spray hose with an adjustable spray head. While Tom and José watched Peter and Randy showered carefully soaping and scrubbing each. The two hard dicks were given special attention. Randy had to push Tom’s hand away as he felt his juices getting excited. While Peter was hard, at his age spontaneous cumming was not an issue. It would take more than just a few caresses to get him off. They exited the shower and as they dried each other watched Tom and José soap, sponge, scrub and play. Soon all four were on the king size bed. Peter then announced, “We have good news and bad news. The bad news is that it will take us a long time to cum to completion. Now the good news, it will take a long time to cum to completion.” Randy was on his stomach with his legs slightly spread in an inviting position. Tom rolled on a condom handed to him by José and generously lubed himself and the anxious ass using the tube of KY also given to him by José. As soon as Tom and Randy began their coupling Peter pushed a willing José onto his back. Straddling him he leaned forward and they kissed. He then push José’s arms up and admired the exposed pits again. Leaning in, he gently nibbled on the clean shaven pit. When José giggled and pulled away Peter whispered into his ear, “If you don’t let me eat your pits I will not let you suck my dick.” José just smiled as he moved his arms further up giving the pits more exposure. Peter alternately nibbled on the pits, kissed his friend sharing the magic pit aroma and then swallowed the moist natural dick followed by kissing his friend sharing the natural man taste. Tom then announced he needed a break. Wanting to see Randy’s face as he fucked him Peter rolled his friend over and placed the bottom’s legs on his shoulders. After rolling on a condom he shoved in deep showing no mercy. Had this been the beginning of the fuck Randy would have cried out in pain. Having been fully opened by Tom as Peter plunged Randy felt no pain. He did have feelings seldom felt as Peter’s cock touched deep finding places rarely invaded. Randy cried out in pleasure as Tom and José lying next to him in the 69 position savored each other’s natural dicks. Finally Randy cried out, someone please get me off. My dick is about to explode. As Tom leaned in to take Randy’s swollen dick in his mouth Peter continued to thrust. José stood over Randy’s head and offered himself to Peter. Without missing a fucking beat Peter took José deep into his throat. He pulled completely out of Randy, then positioned his dick head on the hole and as he plunged in with force he filled the condom that was deep in Randy. Randy exploded down Tom’s throat as José did the same to Peter. José leaned in and as soon as his lips engulfed Peter’s cock he was swallowing Ohio cream. The four collapsed into each other’s arms. Following a period of quiet cuddling José announced, “Tea time.”

After the tea break another session followed a similar pattern with less force and more tenderness. It was forty minute later before both Tom and Peter each unloaded into Randy. The two older men immediately fell asleep in the arms of their love while the other two showered again. Ten hours later Tom and Peter woke up alone in a strange bed. They dressed and went downstairs. They found Randy in the restaurant’s kitchen. With a smile he offered his friends who were hung over with lust cups of coffee. José had gone to his office in Great Barrington. They returned to the inn and found Louise sitting next to the fireplace with her Fire tablet. She was reading Irving Stone’s The Agony and the Ecstasy, a biographical novel about Michelangelo.

The holiday trip continued with the boys skiing two days at Jiminy Peak, a ski area larger than Butternut but smaller than Killington where they had skied twenty years earlier. Louise enjoyed the opportunity to study Italian language and places of interest she and Beth could visit as well as taking walks in the village. New Year’s Day José and Randy invited the three to their place for a late lunch / early supper. The restaurant was closed that day following a hectic New Year’s Eve. Louise felt totally at ease with these friends of her husband and Tom. She assumed there was more to the friendship than chatter and was happy for her men. While she and Ann had been in a mostly monogamous relationship they had occasionally enjoyed more than just chit chat with lady friends.

Randy prepared a simple dinner using leftovers from the New Year’s Eve menu. The conversation was light and interesting. Randy and José discussed their one relationship problem, traveling. The busy times at a restaurant in a tourist area were very different of those of an accounting firm. They had finally compromised with one three week vacation every year in late April and May. This was the lull between the end of an accountant’s hectic season ending on tax day April 15 and the slow period at the restaurant between ski season and summer visitors. For the past ten years they had visited a different country for a gastronomical and fun holiday. The past three years they had visited Australia, Italy and Denmark. This year they would visit Germany starting in the Bavarian Alps in the south ending in Berlin after visiting the Baltic coast in the north. While José worked long hours from January to April Randy would research places to visit and most important the many eating opportunities in the country to be visited.

They discussed Louise’s planned trip to Italy. She took notes as they suggested restaurants and out of the way places to see in Rome, Florence and Venice. She thanked her hosts for an enjoyable afternoon and stated she would walk back to the inn. While Peter accompanied his wife Tom insisted that he help clear the table and do the dishes. By the time Peter returned the place was squeaky clean as was Randy’s ass following private time in the bathroom. It was no surprise that the four enjoyed celebrating the New Year with Randy on his knees and / or back and the others happily and energetically giving him what he wanted.

Three days later they packed the car and departed for Boston. The mid-day two hour drive across Massachusetts on the Mass Pike was surprisingly easy with no traffic problems. Louise would stay overnight with her friend, Beth, who lived in Newton Center, a suburb west of Boston. The following day Peter and Tom would take the women to Boston Logan airport for their flight to Rome.

After lunch with the ladies at Beth’s apartment the boys checked into the Marriott and immediately called a couple they had met through silverdaddies.com. Peter and Tom had had a silverdaddies account about five years. Twice they had hooked up with guys in the Columbus area. Both meetings had been ok, but not something either really cared to continue. Soon after joining silverdaddies they had received a message from Brian, a 35 year old bottom. He wanted to be the middle of a threesome sandwich. The picture in his account showed a 5’4” (1.6 M), 140 pounds (63.5 kg), small cut dick, nice smile man. Peter and Tom did not want to invite a stranger to their home and Brian could not host. They finally agreed to meet at Club Columbus Baths on a weekday afternoon. They met and played. The finale was his special request, a man sandwich. With Peter on his knees Brian fucked him with his little dick while Tom rammed into Brian. There was no chemistry. After the encounter Brian did not message them and they did not attempt to contact him. A nice fuck, but nothing special.

Their second silverdaddies encounter was with a man closer to their age. Bill sent them a message suggesting a meeting at his home. The description and photos in his account showed a 6’ 2” (1.9 M), 190 pounds (86 kg), muscular body, well endowed hard cut dick, handsome man of about 60. When they met him in person the only true attribute was the height. The photos and description were based on Bill at least ten, possibly twenty, years earlier. He was older, larger, and somewhat flabby. He could not get it up. All he wanted to do was suck Peter and Tom. They both gave him a quick mouthful and went home. As soon as they arrived home they took long hot showers. He sent them a message suggesting another meeting. The very polite Peter replied thanking him for the experience and stating, a lie, that they did not want to get involved with just one person at this time.

Although they were not on the prowl they enjoyed checking out the Galleries of Daddies. One evening a few months earlier they had seen the photo of a man named Roger. Both of them were immediately drawn to this incredibly macho, handsome man of 68. Reading his profile they discovered he was in a relationship. He and his partner wanted to message other couples. They were in a monogamous relationship and while they had no desire to play with other men, they were very much into conversation with fascinating couples. The smile on his face and penetrating blue eyes seemed to say, ‘Let’s get to be friends.’ His profile included photos of his partner, Dave, who was equally appealing. Peter immediately sent a message, ‘My love and I were fascinated by your photos and brief profile. You two seem to be a couple that is both interesting and sensual. We can accept the no sex, just friends concept.’ They received an immediate reply. Soon a relationship with communication by messages and eventually on their private email accounts. Both were retired. Roger had been a construction engineer and Dave a detective on the Boston police force. As their friendship continued they began contacting each other by phone. When Tom told Dave that they were going to visit Boston in January their new friends suggested a meeting.

They met for dinner at a seafood restaurant on Revere Beach north of Boston. The real Roger and Dave were as handsome and charming in person as their descriptions on line. Following their dinner the new friends suggested they go to their home for dessert and coffee. Peter and Tom did not know what to expect but were up to anything. The apartment was on the upper floor of a high rise on Revere Beach overlooking the Atlantic. The place had a large living room with double doors opening to a balcony overlooking the ocean, a well appointed modern kitchen, one bedroom and a large bathroom. The four discussed their lives and loves. Roger and Dave had met thirty years earlier. There had been vandalism and robbery on a construction site where Roger was the supervising manager. Dave, as a detective from the Boston police, had interviewed Roger. This case required special attention as there had been similar incidences at other construction sites. Materials stolen in the various thefts exceeded $100,000 (in 1990 $). At first Roger was annoyed that the police kept returning to question him. It soon became apparent that Dave’s visits were more than just a criminal investigation. Roger called Dave’s phone at the precinct a couple of times to mention facts he had forgotten previously. Actually this was just a pretense to talk to the detective who seemed very willing to visit the site over very minor items. One day he showed up just before quitting time and suggested he and Roger go out for a beer. A week later Roger called Dave to tell him a friend had given him tickets to a Red Sox game. This was a white lie as Roger had purchased the tickets specifically for a date with Dave. They were both dedicated Red Sox fans. The detective accepted the offer with genuine interest. This began a friendship that grew. Within two years they were living together. Neither had had much sexual experience prior to their friendship and had been totally committed to each other since meeting. At midnight Roger asked Peter and Tom if they would like to avoid the late night drive to their hotel in Boston and stay there for the night. The sofa in the living room opened into a double bed. The two visitors accepted the offer. While Dave opened the sofa into a bed Roger got towels and tooth brushes for the guests. Tom and Peter showered together in the large shower stall. When they emerged from the bathroom each was wearing their micro fabric boxer briefs. Roger, now wearing sleep pants and no top gave them a brief tour of the kitchen. They were invited to make their own coffee and find breakfast food in the morning if they were up early. Roger and Dave closed the door to their bedroom as Tom and Peter crawled into bed and cuddled.

The next morning they woke to the sound of Dave making coffee in the kitchen. When Peter got out of bed with his morning woodie trapped in his boxer briefs Dave commented, “You look happy this morning.” After breakfast the four walked on the beach as their conversation continued. Roger told about his only real sexual experience before meeting Dave.

“I had been in ROTC (Reserved Officer Training Corps) at Worcester Polytechnic Institute. There were financial incentives for participating. Upon graduation I was required to enter the US Army with the rank of an officer, Second Lieutenant, and was stationed at an army base in Kansas. This was the loneliest time of my life. I just did not seem to fit in. To relieve the boredom of life I began running daily. The best time to run on the hot summer days was just before sunset. Those runs usually lasted more than an hour. There was a small town park where I would often stop and get water at an old fashion hand water pump. One day another runner approached and also stopped. I pumped for him while he caught water in his hands splashing some on his face and drinking the cool refreshment. At that point I did not realize why I enjoyed looking at naked men. I did not understand why guys were so obsessed with girls and getting laid. I was just an outsider to such talk. The other runner introduced himself as Ted. He was probably in his forties. As he smiled at me I suddenly realized I was becoming sexually aroused. I didn’t know why then. Now I understand, seeing an incredibly handsome, muscular, well built guy with a charming smile and nipples outlined by a soaking wet T shirt would turn any gay guy on. We continued our run. When we returned to the base he asked ‘Would you please share a beer with me?’ ‘Sure’, I replied. When we entered the area where the top brass lived I realized he was someone important. We entered a building that had apartments for single high ranking officers. We entered his apartment. It was luxurious, nothing like the BOQ (Bachelor Officer Quarters) where I lived. Since we were both dripping sweat he suggested we sit in the kitchen. As we drank our cold brew he asked me about my background. When he asked about girlfriends I admitted that I had none. He laughed stating he understood the situation. He was so easy to talk to. I was shocked to discover he was a Colonel, one of the highest ranking officers on the base. Had I met him in an official capacity I would have been intimidated. But sitting in the kitchen observing his sweaty nipples and crotch I just felt horny. He suggested I take a shower. By now I was getting hard and prayed he did not observe my condition. I took a cold shower which helped to bring me back to my senses. He had loaned me a T shirt and pair of his sweatpants so I would not have to wear my sweaty running clothes home. He asked if I would like to run with him again. One does not say no to a Colonel, but that was not a problem as I did want to see him again. We met the following day and had an hour run. Back at his place after the run he told me I had the body of a muscle man and showed me some magazines with men in posing straps. Within a week we went from looking at photos of muscle men to my posing in a jock strap to showers together to my first ever blow job. I was in heaven. We would watch gay VHS tapes on his large, for 1980, TV. We never did anything but jerking and sucking each other off although we enjoyed watching the porn with guys fucking, pissing on each other and various S&M acts. I was discharged a year later. That was the end of my sex life for almost ten years. When I met Dave I felt the same lust I had for the Colonel. Soon that ‘lust’ turned into love.”

Dave continued, “Until I met Roger I was a virgin to men and had had only a couple of experiences with women who had practically raped me. I really did not know what was going on with them. Thank God none of them got pregnant during those few encounters. I met Roger and suddenly I had feelings for someone. Life has been good. He is the only man I have ever been with or desire to be with. We both enjoy porn and checking out the galleries on silverdaddies. We do not have a need to explore, just look. We don’t mind showing off our bodies as you noticed when you checked our profile. You are welcome to look, just not touch.”

When they departed at noon to pick up the girls to take them to Logan Airport there were man hugs. As they drove to their hotel to change prior to picking up Louise and Beth Peter commented, “That was certainly an interesting visit. Those guys are interesting and sexy. Never did I think I could enjoy a night with two such handsome guys when there was no sex involved.”

They remained in Boston two more days visiting the Boston Aquarium, Museum of Science and of course walked the Freedom Trail seeing numerous historical sites from the Boston Common to North Church where the lanterns were hung to signal Paul Revere. They hosted their new friends at a restaurant in the city.

As they drove west on I-90 toward home in Ohio they discussed the events since Tom had hopped on the band bus sixty-five years earlier and was it by chance or careful planning sat next to his man.

Peter reached for Tom’s hand as he drove saying “Life Is Good”. Tom squeezed his hand replying “As Life Goes On”.

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It may be awhile until the next chapter is published. Meanwhile think of Tom and Peter as their Lives Go On.