Senior Moment SeXStoRY

I'm 60, recently divorced and horny just about all of the time. It rained today; the tale end of Hurricane Ivan passed over the Cape. I needed to get out of the converted cottage in Eastham where I've lived for the past year. I retired, left Boston and my selfish k**s after the divorce. IThe cottage, some small savings, my car and my pension are all that survived the nastiness. I drove the short distance over to the ocean and parked just beyond a now-closed restaurant where the surf was easily visible. Another car, empty, was parked at the far end of the rather small lot. The rain beat on the side of the car and the windshield and the noise was something to hear. The ocean was magnificent in its fury with gray green wave after wave crashing and white foam spewing up into the air. My hand strayed to my crotch and I began stroking my 7" uncut cock in rhythm with the wipers. I loosened my belt, unzipped my genes and pulled it out. It's thickness filled my hand, the loose foreskin rolled easily back and I gently began massaging the fat, dark red mushroom head. My other hand worked my chest. This had been just about my only sex in the last year. I had had two brief affairs with women my age after the divorce but when they mentioned the "M" word, I went, no ran in the other direction. I was in no hurry and this was my first time doing anything in a public place. I continued stroking for several minutes when something moving at the edge of my vision caught my attention. There was a slight rise to the left of the car and it was covered by some rather thick scrub pine. I moved slightly so that I could adjust and then see out of the side mirror. I wanted to know if the movement was wind, a person or perhaps a coyote or other wild a****l. I continued working my cock. A moment or two later a yellow slicker covered head peeped through and then down through the bushes. It was the face of a k** or young guy. At this point, I did not know if I should quit or continue. Something in me responded to the challenge and I slid my pants down and pulled my T shirt up to my neck. For all intents and purposes, I was now naked. I'm 5'8" tall, weigh 165 lbs, and I work out frequently. I shave my head and I don't look all that bad; but, I am 60. I have a good, but not great body with moderately hairy pecs, abs and ass. I could see the eyes of the voyeur following my every movement. Without thinking too much about it, I pressed the window switch and said, "Get in this car." The head ducked, and then a few moments later it appeared again. I continued, "Come on, get in, the rain's coming through the open window and it's warm in here." "I'm not queer." was the quiet response. "neither am I; let's talk about it." With that, he climbed down, walked around and got in. He had to be close to 6' tall, dark haired, and looked to be in good shape. He looked me in the eyes and smiled, blushed, and said his name was Mike. I told him that mine was Bill. I had not stopped stroking through any of this. Mike's eyes went to my slow moving hand. "Take off your rain gear." I told him. He had on a thin shirt, and underneath the yellow rubber treated pants he wore a pair of thin gym shorts. They were tented. I reached over, took his hand and put it on my cock and held it there. Mike did not struggle to pull away and soon picked up my rhythm, or that of the wiper blades. I sighed and then moaned. Mike looked at my face and then back at my cock. Turning sideways on the seat, pushing one leg behind his back and placing the other over his lap so that it pressed his boy cock against his belly, I reached over and pulled his face to mine and stuck my tongue in his mouth; or I tried to. He resisted, "No, I said I'm not gay." "How old are you?," "18." he answered. "I just got divorced, I'm horny and I'm lonely. So are you. This is man to man." I pulled his head again into mine and this time his lips parted. Soon he began sucking on my tongue. After a few moments of this, I let my tongue wander over to his ears; first one and then the other. I played with the hair on the back of his neck and then pushed his head down so that his mouth met my hairy nipple. "Suck it Mike, lick it like it belonged to your girlfriend." "Don't have one, never have. Never been with anyone." he moaned. Pre-cum was now oozing freely from my slit and Mike, lifting his head, looked at his hand. "Taste it!" I sort of growled and he did. I kissed him again for several moments; reaching into his warm mouth with as much tongue as I could produce. Gently then, I took his head and began pushing it slowly to my crotch. "Kiss my cock, baby, kiss my cock" I whispered. Very slowly, Mike did just that. "Now the shaft." He followed my directions. Some time later and I don't know how long, I lifted his head back to my throbbing mushroom and almost in a begging voice, I whispered, "Suck it all." Mike began slowly and then worked faster and faster and swallowed more and more of me. He began fucking his 8" thick boy cock against the inside of my calf as he leaned over me with one knee on the floor and the other pressed hard into the seat. I can't remember ever feeling this excited. I had had a few blow jobs from a guy, the resident dorm cock-sucker in college and later from two or three women. Nothing I had ever experienced compared to this. I could not hold off any longer.... "AGHHhhhhh AGHHHhhhhhhhhh AAAHhhghhhhhh!" I think I was screaming. Mike's cock exploded against my leg and I felt the heat of his juice streaming down my leg. He swallowed mine and continued nursing like a baby. I finally pulled his face to mine and tasted me on his lips. I held him close as the heat and passion of our kissing slowly subsided into something much more gentle and affectionate. "Come home with me, please?" I whispered again in his ear. With tears in his eyes he answered, almost sobbing, "I'm not gay, I'm not." "Come home with me; even if all we do is talk. You should not be alone." Mike nodded, and I pointed to the other car... "Yours?" "No, I live near here." I chuckled, "Hope whoever it belongs to is still down on the beach. Let's go." I've not written anything in a few years. If you want to know what happened later, let me know... Mike began to pull up and then down his clothes that had been rearranged during our frantic sex. I suggested that it was't necessary as my place was not even a mile from where we were parked; it dawned on me that Mike and I were neighbors. He did not look at me; instead, he staired straight ahead into the rain. I asked where he was staying and he told me it was at his great aunt's. On taking a closer look at him, I doubted that he was only 18 and asked about it. He told me that he was so nervous and that he had meant to say he was over 18, not 18. Not that I cared, but I asked how much older and he responded. "24". Hell, that was the same age as my youngest daughter. With a wry smile, I then asked if he had forgotten to tell me anything else and asked if he indeed had been a virgin. Mike nodded in the affirmative and then hesitated. By then we were entering my garage and all conversation was on hold. I led him into the great room which was kitchen, dining and living space. When I had become sole owner a year ago, I had renovated the place; doing as much of the work as I could myself. I had been an instructor of design at the junior college level and had some talent. It was really quite hansom, masculine, with deep reds and navy contrasted against white walls and lots of natural wood. The furnishings were minimal, the windows large, and I had left a fire burning in the glass-front stove. The view was across the salt marsh and the ocean in all its fury could be seen at some distance. Mike seemed to react positively to the place; he finally turned to me and said something about it being quite wonderful. I really did not care about that at this point, I wanted his body again, but thought that I had best go slowly. I offered him some wine and we sat on the hearth rug, feeling the heat warm our semi-naked bodies. After several minutes I took the initiative once again. "What were you going to tell me?" I asked. Mike was mute. In my best parent/teacher voice I urged, "Come on, boy - out with it!" It can't be that bad." In a quiet voice he began, "I'm on leave from St. John's Seminary; I have a decision to make about joining the priesthood." I guess my mouth sort of hung open. "Shocked you I guess?" This time I nodded. "Given the recent problems here in the Boston area," Mike went on, "I don't want to heap any more problems onto the church. I've been having thoughts, dreams about being with a guy for years. I guess I'm no longer dreaming about it." There was some sadness in his voice and also some sense of relief. He explained that his grandmother and her s****r had raised him and that it had been their desire and his that he be a priest. Mike had been an "unfortunate accident" when his mother was 16 and his father was 17. I remembered then my daughter talking about Mike in general terms over the years; he was someone that she knew. He paused after giving a bit more of f****y history, and looking straight into my eyes, he went on. "I guess I know now that even if I'm not gay, I sure as hell liked what we did." This time Mike smiled a bit and once again blushed. Damn, that was a turn on. Without another thought, I reached over and drew him to me. I began kissing his sweet face. My tongue went everywhere. I traced his eyebrows, the tip of his nose and then I outlined his mouth with my tongue. Mike began to breathe more rapidly and his arms went around my body. I then began working on his ears. A soft moan escaped and I could feel hard boy cock pressed against hard man cock, my cock. Our lips met once again and we began exchanging tongue. Half sitting, half reclined, we were not comfortable. "Let's go to bed." I urged and standing, pulled Mike to his feet. "If I do this, there is no turning back, is there?" he half asked and he half stated. "No, not for either one of us I guess." was all I could say. I was dealing inside with my own questions or issues regarding sex or more accurately this time, making love with another man. Once again, Mike came into my arms; his body shivered and there was one quiet sob and then he whispered, "Make love to me," I did not feel any guilt, there was no hesitation. I took him to my bedroom. I undressed him. There was little to remove, only a thin, worn T shirt, a pair of very worn but clean jockey briefs, a pair of running shorts and torn nikes. His body was thin and I wondered if he had been eating enough. I would feed him later and get him some decent clothes I thought. That thought was very brief. Mike's hands went to my clothes and he undressed me as I had undressed him. Both of our cocks were stiff, standing at attention. I pulled him against my hairy chest and his arms went around me and then his hands were on my bare ass. I liked the feeling of them as he began kneading my flesh. Still standing, he began a slow, delicate pumping of his boy tool against my belly. I liked that, too. I turned us so that his back was to my big, soft bed and leaning into him, I half f***ed him down onto his back. I extended my body the length of his and placing the soles of my feet against the tops of his, I began a slow, steady fucking rhythm of cock to cock, cock to belly. Pre-cum oozed from both. My mouth once again found his and my tongue probed, pushed in, going deeper and deeper. I had never taken a guy's ass but figured it would not be any different than pussy. I began a slow kissing down the length of Mike's body. I sucked and licked boy tit and it was GOOD! I worked his hair trail with my tongue down lower and lower, slowly teasing. I brushed the tip of his cock with my tongue. I hesitated at first, but then all doubts fled my mind. It seemed to be the most natural thing in the world. My mouth took his head into it as if it was acting on its own accord. The taste was sweet, the smell of boy was better than any women I had ever experienced. Mike was moaning: his body was vibrating: his cock was pushing up into my mouth. In less than a minute I felt it spasm, cum shot from it and his hands grabbed my head as he f***ed himself deeper into my throat and my mouth. I let him do it. This was a primal urge; the boy was becoming a man. A low, gutteral sound came from deep within the man c***d still underneath part of my body. I swallowed his cum. I continued slowly caressing his cock with my mouth and my hands went back to his chest, stroking, rubbing. Mike reached down and drew my face to his. Looking into my eyes, he whispered, "I think I love you." We kissed for a very long time, each taking pleasure in the other. That "love" word scared me and I made no immediate response. I did not want or need that kind of responsibility. Instead, I continued slowly stroking Mike's beautiful body and let my tongue explore his face, ears and that soft spot at the base of his throat. It was now about 4:00 in the afternoon, the sky had cleared and the late afternoon sun was playing across the golden salt hay of the marsh. Clouds were moving swiftly; the sky was magnificent. I called his attention to what was in front of us. He told me that he would rather look at me. Damn, I was flattered and maybe falling in love myself. Again, my hands played with his chest and the few thin hairs that were centered between his brown nipples. It was not long before I could feel him hard again, pulsing against my gut. I drew back and looked him in the eyes, "Mike, I want you, I want you to stay with me; but if you do, I intend to take your virgin ass." "Do it now!" and with that he pulled me over on top of him. I rested on my elbows. "I want you to think about it; I want you to be sure." I myself needed the time too. I pushed up from the bed. "I'll get us something to eat; I need some energy." I said as lightly as I could manage. Mike got out of my bed and came around to me, hugged me and began to dress. "I need to go back to my aunt's cottage and get my stuff if I'm going to stay. "I'll be back in an hour." I smiled and bowed from the waist; Mike laughed and left. I went to the kitchen and began to assemble a fish chowder. In the last year I had become quite adept at cooking and cleaning. After the chowder was on the stove, I made the bed up fresh and clean. I waited for Mike's return. After almost an hour and a half, I had just about given up and felt that he was a no-show. I then head his footsteps softly tread across the deck and the slider opened. He was a bit breathless, With a look of guilt, he mumbled, "I'm sorry, it took me longer to pack than I thought it would." I looked again and there was this beautiful young man with a large back-pack that looked as though it was full of books, a computer carrier and a Macy's shopping bag full of clothes standing in my kitchen. "Where do I put this?" he asked. It dawned on me that he thought my invitation was for him to move in. Good God, I thought, What have I started. I told him to take whatever space he needed for his books and computer up in the loft where I did my own occasional work and I carried the bag of clothes into the bedroom. Hell, winter was coming on and the company would be good. My neighbor and friend Tony would be going to Florida in three more weeks and I would be alone on the Point. I knew that Mike was finishing his PhD in ancient languages at Harvard and had been working on it at the same time he was in classes at the seminary; he had been and would be busy. This is one of the few things we had had time to talk about. He had until April to submit his dissertation. By the time I was back in the kitchen Mike had come down and he was setting the table. At least, I would not have to wait on him. Mike took advantage at several moments to bump into me, to touch me, to make me feel him near. I finally laughed out loud, "Damn it, boy! If you keep this up, we'll never get to eat. Stop it!" He caught my laughter and said something about not needing food; that he could live on my pure protein." I thought to myself that for a non-gay, he sure had a way of telling me what he wanted. I pushed him over to the table and down into a chair. "You mind your manners, k**, or I'll have to punish you." "Is that a promise?" he asked. For one who had seemed so shy and backwards not more than 4 hours ago; he sure had done an about face. Immediately upon finishing the meal, he grabbed my hand and yanked me towards the bedroom. "Come on, sweet old man, make good on your words." The room was filled with the soft glow of the sun set as it reflected off of the distant water. I thought it fitting. In just seconds we were again naked and lying on our sides, arms and legs interlaced, mouth to mouth and cock to cock. Mike managed to stumble over the following, "I wasn't late because I was packing; I was reading on the net about what you are going to do to me. I got myself ready." His face was dark, almost red. I had no idea what he was talking about. "What did you do? I questioned. "I rigged up an enema, the web site explained that it was the polite thing to do, to clean yourself out. I used a shampoo bottle with a pointed nozzle!" he said with a soft chuckle. All of this made my cock go limp. "Yuk" was my silent reaction. "I didn't mean to upset you; I'm sorry!" Mike said with obvious upset in his voice. Very nervous in spite of his f***ed bravado, he was on the verge of tears I thought. "Awww Mike, I want you so bad; I don't know as much about this as you do." And I again reached for him, drew him close and gently kissed his eyes and then the rest of his face. He shivered with nervous excitement and I could feel him begin to relax. "Don't worry, whatever happens happens and neither of us should have any fear or embarrassment, OK?" He sucked my tongue deep into his mouth and I think he moaned "OK". I started moving south on his body, following the trail I had established a few hours before. This time, my mouth and tongue explored his pecs, his nipples and then his pits. I kissed his arms and then his hands and fingers; sucking each one. Mike'e breath was rapid and his cock was bouncing, dripping. It would be nice to be that young again, I thought to myself in admiration. I Moved back over him so that we were face to face. "You do want this, Mike?" I said softly. "Yessss," he hissed and with that opened his legs raised them and clamped them over my back pushing me hard against him. I separated myself from him and said, "Lie still. boy, lie still." I moved him to the foot of the bed so that his torso was even with the edge and I reached for a tube of KY that had been with me since I had left my wife. It had made jerking off easier. I stood and Mike watched me as I lubricated my hard-as-hell cock. His eyes widened; I don't think that he realized how big it was. I'm not huge I should say. It's just about 7" long, uncut with a loose foreskin, and I think as cocks go, quite thick. "Pull your legs up and back!" my voice just a whisper. I then knelt and bent over; I wanted to see that boy cunt. Without much thought, I put my face close; Mike smelled so good, clean. Acting almost on its own, my tongue reached out and probed the wrinkled pink flesh. Mike gasped, and then moaned as I began probing him with the tip of my curled tongue. My wife had liked this so I knew he would. I reached up and stroked his cock with one hand and with the other I pulled gently on his full sac. He was bigger than I was; he had to be an inch or more longer and just as thick and his orbs were larger, too. They began to draw up so I knew he was once again close to climax so I stopped. I stood. I placed my throbbing cock head against his ass ring. "Relax, baby, relax, let me in." I pushed gently at first and then harder. Mike had excellent muscle control; he was an athlete. He did as he was told and I felt my cock pass into his hot, tight canal. I nearly ejaculated then. I had to stop, stand still. In just moments, I began pushing deeper into Mike. He moaned and I began to pull out. "No, NO, you're not hurting me. It feels so damn good!" he almost cried out. In just seconds my balls were against his ass and I could feel his mashed against my abs. The sensation was like nothing I had ever experienced. It was much hotter, tighter, far more intense than women cunt. His ass seemed to surround, clutch at every part of my cock, my being. Mike began to move on me. I began to slowly and deeply fuck myself into him. I reached, grabbed his ankles and used my hands on his legs to give me more leverage. Mike began to bounce himself up and off the bed; at times I thought I would lose that contact that felt like fire. I needed this; damn I needed this! I leaned further into him to prevent separation. I drove in harder. The air was filled with sounds, crude words, guttural moans, sighs, yelps and love words. Intensity was building quickly, I knew I would not last much longer. "FFFFUUUUCKKKK MMMEEEEeeeee" my lover screamed. With that, he began to cum all over himself. The clamping down and throbbing of his release sent me over the edge and I jammed myself into him as deep as I could go and held onto him as I spent pulse after pulse of cum into his ass. I think I screamed myself; I'm not sure. In another minute, maybe more or less, I collapsed onto my Mike. His cum cemented me to him and my mouth went to his as though drawn by a magnet. His hands slapped gently on my back as he spent the last spurts of boy juice between us. I pushed up on my elbows so that I could see his face. He was glowing. "Did you enjoy that?" I muttered into his ear. He grinned, his boy smile lighted up his face even more. "You know I did, sweet old man!." Thanks for the positive feedback. If you are near Boston, let me know. :)))))) "Did you enjoy that?" I muttered into his ear. He grinned, his boy smile lighted up his face even more. "You know I did, sweet old man!." I then went to the bath, cleaned myself off quickly and returned with a hot, wet towel to do the same to Mike. As I did, he purred - cat like. His beautiful boy cock was once again hard. I bathed him gently. "I can't compete with that!" I said, half laughing. "We'll see. I may be able to do something about that," and once again took me into his mouth. In just seconds, I was standing tall. "See, MAGIC!" he exclaimed. In just the few hours we had been together I had seen in him a charming but somewhat c***d-like sense of humor emerge. He must be Celtic, Scottish or Irish I thought. I am a Scott. "Aye, Laddie, see what you have done to the b**stie!" I answered. Before I knew what was happening, I was flat on my back and Mike was sitting astride me with my cock resting between his ass cheeks. He began a slow back and forth slide. I tried to pump myself up into him; needing increased contact. "No, let me do it my way!" was all Mike said. He kept pressure on me so that my movement was restricted. The sensations building were intense and I began to moan. Mike asked, "You like that, Dad?" My cock went flat. I don't know what the word "Dad" did, but I was dead. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Mike whispered, tears in his eyes once again. "I won't say it again." I grabbed his face and pulled him to me. With my lips against his ears I choked out the words, "Call me whatever you want, baby, whatever. All I know right now is that you are the best thing that's happened to me in years." He kissed me once, and then Mike freed himself from my hands and slid so that his mouth once again was on my swelling cock. I could not resist. With boyish excitement, he almost yelled, "Lie still, lie still, Dad!" I did as I was asked to do. Reaching for the KY, he climbed on top of me and using a hand full of lube, he soon had both of us well covered; we were all covered. Muttering, "guess a little bit of that goes a long way;" he raised his ass up and with one swift move, impaled himself on my cock. "AHAGAGHHGHHhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I almost ejaculated at that instant. Mike began a very slow and steady fucking of himself on me. I reached for his cock and he grabbed my hands, forcing them back above my head, and with a side to side shaking of his, indicated that I should not touch. I think by this time we were both grinning from ear to ear. I know my boy was. I concentrated for a moment or two and was able to bring myself back from the edge; I wanted this to last. Mike began to quicken his pace and shorten his strokes. My body reacted to the tightening and release of those well controlled muscles. Damn, he had some moves on him. I was finally able to answer his strokes with thrusts of my own; meeting him in an ever increasing frenzy. "I'm going to cum, I'M GOING TO CUMMMMmmmm!" and my head began tossing from side to side, I had lost all self-control. With that, Mike began to cover me with his boy juice. His cum shot over my chest and face and mine went deep into his ass. We continued climaxing together for what seemed ages. Mike finally lowered his face to mine and softly caressed me with his sweet lips. "Thanks Dad! I think I like this, I like it very much," he whispered just before his tongue went into my ear. We stayed like that for quite some time I think. The next thing I remember was waking to the smell of coffee and the faint sound of someone using a keyboard. It took a minute or two before my foggy mind remembered everything that had happened the day before. My cock was now hard and just a bit sore. I wondered what this day would bring. I headed for the double shower and on the way past the mirror, noticed the dry, somewhat white evidence left by last nights passion that was still evident in the hair on my pecs. "You dirty old man." I chuckled. I was not in the shower more than a minute or two before Mike joined me. "I've been able to write a lot this morning. I've been waiting for you. I didn't want to wake you up. You need your rest, old man." He laughed out loud and took my soapy cock in his well muscled hand, squeezing it not too gently. I groaned and he let go. "Ahhhh, poor baby," and was on his knees, examining it. "Did I break it?" "Let go of me!" and I pulled him up so that I could kiss him. I did so gently and began to bathe his beautiful body; once again marveling at what a perfect specimen he was. "Do you work out?" Mike flexed, posed and then said, "Yoga only; It's all I have time for and it relaxes me." He hugged me to him. My cock began to jump just a bit and he pulled back; "Well, well, well; look whose come to call!" "I'm hungry; let's have breakfast first; and we need to talk." With that, I began to towel him off, avoiding contact with his nice hard tool. "Put that thing away for now," I suggested and handed him my robe. "No, I like this one," and he pulled on the one that I often wore back from swimming or from working out with Charlie next door. "It smells like you; I like that." He had had it on I guess while he was working upstairs. We headed for the kitchen and Mike watched while I cooked some bacon, eggs and toast. "You'll make me fat, Dad." He watched my face carefully waiting for my reaction. "No, laddie, I'm gonna work it off of you." My robe had fallen open and he could see that I had a semi-erection. He started to get up out of his chair. "You sit still, boy, later!" I said in my best Dad's voice. "Yes Sir," he chirped. We ate in silence and just enjoyed the company; I know I did. In less than just one day, we had become so comfortable with each other. Time passed and it was time to clear. As I stood, my robe fell open. I paid no attention and began washing dishes. Mike was close behind me and I soon felt his hands inspecting. My cock stood to attention. As I turned to face him, I asked, "Mike, Is that all you ever think of?" I kissed him hard and fast. In seconds, he was on his knees, his lips pulling on my foreskin. He stopped for just a second, looked up with that twinkle in his eyes and nodded a yes. It felt so good, so hot. What little discomfort I felt earlier seemed to vanish and my appetite for climax took over. With my hands on his head, I began a fast fucking of his face. I didn't want to do it this way; I cared about this k**. Within a matter of minutes, I exploded a load of cum against the back of his throat, His hands that had been massaging my ass dropped to his own cock and he spurted quickly; it landed on the cabinet behind me and on my legs and feet. I secretly marveled at the amount of juice that he could produce each and every time thinking that it had been stored up for years, I knew that was not so, but it brought a quick smile to my face. It was then that I heard Felix bark. He was Charlie's dog and if he was there on the deck, Charlie was close by as the two were inseparable. I glanced over to the open slider and saw a shadow move off of the deck. Shit, Charlie had seen Mike and me in action! Charlie is a distant cousin of my wife, a retired spook, an excellent carpenter, workout coach, cooking teacher, fisherman and had become my best and almost only friend. We shared tasks around each other's homes, meals, walks on the beach and lots of conversation. I'm not sure that I would have survived the loneliness and getting used to living alone without his help and company. Now he had seen me doing something that he would not like. Of this I was sure; Charlie was the ultimate man. At 65, he was as fit as anyone could be; he was intelligent, sophisticated; but again, a total man. We checked on each other daily unless he was having visitors. I was pretty sure still did some government work. I had never been invited to meet any of his "friends." I slowly withdrew from Mike and gave no indication that I thought we had had company. I suggested that he clean up his "mess" and get back to his school work. I told him I needed to see the guy next door. I dressed quickly and walked over to Charlie's. I did not even try to think of anything to say; I knew I would read the disappointment in my friend's eyes. Sitting on his porch, he was watching the gulls over the water. Seeing me approach he stood and started towards me. I could not look him in the eye. In his best command voice, my friend ordered, Look at me!" He came closer and put just his index finger under my chin and pushed up. When our eyes met, I saw laughter. It was not what I expected. "Did you think I would scold you? he asked. I stayed silent. He dropped his fingers, put his arms around me and gave me the biggest bear hug I had ever had. I could hardly breathe. "Welcome to the club buddy, welcome to the club!" and with that, he released me just a bit and kissed me on my forehead. I just about passed out. We talked for a long time and I still did not learn much more about Charlie. He did tell me that he was bi-sexual and that he had believed that I was totally straight and that was one of the reasons he had not let me become closer to him. I had to admit that up until yesterday, I had thought the same thing about both of us. He asked if he could meet Mike and I invited him for lunch. "Did you enjoy that?" I muttered into his ear. He grinned, his boy smile lighted up his face even more. "You know I did, sweet old man!." I then went to the bath, cleaned myself off quickly and returned with a hot, wet towel to do the same to Mike. As I did, he purred - cat like. His beautiful boy cock was once again hard. I bathed him gently. "I can't compete with that!" I said, half laughing. "We'll see. I may be able to do something about that," and once again took me into his mouth. In just seconds, I was standing tall. "See, MAGIC!" he exclaimed. In just the few hours we had been together I had seen in him a charming but somewhat c***d-like sense of humor emerge. He must be Celtic, Scottish or Irish I thought. I am a Scott. "Aye, Laddie, see what you have done to the b**stie!" I answered. Before I knew what was happening, I was flat on my back and Mike was sitting astride me with my cock resting between his ass cheeks. He began a slow back and forth slide. I tried to pump myself up into him; needing increased contact. "No, let me do it my way!" was all Mike said. He kept pressure on me so that my movement was restricted. The sensations building were intense and I began to moan. Mike asked, "You like that, Dad?" My cock went flat. I don't know what the word "Dad" did, but I was dead. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Mike whispered, tears in his eyes once again. "I won't say it again." I grabbed his face and pulled him to me. With my lips against his ears I choked out the words, "Call me whatever you want, baby, whatever. All I know right now is that you are the best thing that's happened to me in years." He kissed me once, and then Mike freed himself from my hands and slid so that his mouth once again was on my swelling cock. I could not resist. With boyish excitement, he almost yelled, "Lie still, lie still, Dad!" I did as I was asked to do. Reaching for the KY, he climbed on top of me and using a hand full of lube, he soon had both of us well covered; we were all covered. Muttering, "guess a little bit of that goes a long way;" he raised his ass up and with one swift move, impaled himself on my cock. "AHAGAGHHGHHhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I almost ejaculated at that instant. Mike began a very slow and steady fucking of himself on me. I reached for his cock and he grabbed my hands, forcing them back above my head, and with a side to side shaking of his, indicated that I should not touch. I think by this time we were both grinning from ear to ear. I know my boy was. I concentrated for a moment or two and was able to bring myself back from the edge; I wanted this to last. Mike began to quicken his pace and shorten his strokes. My body reacted to the tightening and release of those well controlled muscles. Damn, he had some moves on him. I was finally able to answer his strokes with thrusts of my own; meeting him in an ever increasing frenzy. "I'm going to cum, I'M GOING TO CUMMMMmmmm!" and my head began tossing from side to side, I had lost all self-control. With that, Mike began to cover me with his boy juice. His cum shot over my chest and face and mine went deep into his ass. We continued climaxing together for what seemed ages. Mike finally lowered his face to mine and softly caressed me with his sweet lips. "Thanks Dad! I think I like this, I like it very much," he whispered just before his tongue went into my ear. We stayed like that for quite some time I think. The next thing I remember was waking to the smell of coffee and the faint sound of someone using a keyboard. It took a minute or two before my foggy mind remembered everything that had happened the day before. My cock was now hard and just a bit sore. I wondered what this day would bring. I headed for the double shower and on the way past the mirror, noticed the dry, somewhat white evidence left by last nights passion that was still evident in the hair on my pecs. "You dirty old man." I chuckled. I was not in the shower more than a minute or two before Mike joined me. "I've been able to write a lot this morning. I've been waiting for you. I didn't want to wake you up. You need your rest, old man." He laughed out loud and took my soapy cock in his well muscled hand, squeezing it not too gently. I groaned and he let go. "Ahhhh, poor baby," and was on his knees, examining it. "Did I break it?" "Let go of me!" and I pulled him up so that I could kiss him. I did so gently and began to bathe his beautiful body; once again marveling at what a perfect specimen he was. "Do you work out?" Mike flexed, posed and then said, "Yoga only; It's all I have time for and it relaxes me." He hugged me to him. My cock began to jump just a bit and he pulled back; "Well, well, well; look whose come to call!" "I'm hungry; let's have breakfast first; and we need to talk." With that, I began to towel him off, avoiding contact with his nice hard tool. "Put that thing away for now," I suggested and handed him my robe. "No, I like this one," and he pulled on the one that I often wore back from swimming or from working out with Charlie next door. "It smells like you; I like that." He had had it on I guess while he was working upstairs. We headed for the kitchen and Mike watched while I cooked some bacon, eggs and toast. "You'll make me fat, Dad." He watched my face carefully waiting for my reaction. "No, laddie, I'm gonna work it off of you." My robe had fallen open and he could see that I had a semi-erection. He started to get up out of his chair. "You sit still, boy, later!" I said in my best Dad's voice. "Yes Sir," he chirped. We ate in silence and just enjoyed the company; I know I did. In less than just one day, we had become so comfortable with each other. Time passed and it was time to clear. As I stood, my robe fell open. I paid no attention and began washing dishes. Mike was close behind me and I soon felt his hands inspecting. My cock stood to attention. As I turned to face him, I asked, "Mike, Is that all you ever think of?" I kissed him hard and fast. In seconds, he was on his knees, his lips pulling on my foreskin. He stopped for just a second, looked up with that twinkle in his eyes and nodded a yes. It felt so good, so hot. What little discomfort I felt earlier seemed to vanish and my appetite for climax took over. With my hands on his head, I began a fast fucking of his face. I didn't want to do it this way; I cared about this k**. Within a matter of minutes, I exploded a load of cum against the back of his throat, His hands that had been massaging my ass dropped to his own cock and he spurted quickly; it landed on the cabinet behind me and on my legs and feet. I secretly marveled at the amount of juice that he could produce each and every time thinking that it had been stored up for years, I knew that was not so, but it brought a quick smile to my face. It was then that I heard Felix bark. He was Charlie's dog and if he was there on the deck, Charlie was close by as the two were inseparable. I glanced over to the open slider and saw a shadow move off of the deck. Shit, Charlie had seen Mike and me in action! Charlie is a distant cousin of my wife, a retired spook, an excellent carpenter, workout coach, cooking teacher, fisherman and had become my best and almost only friend. We shared tasks around each other's homes, meals, walks on the beach and lots of conversation. I'm not sure that I would have survived the loneliness and getting used to living alone without his help and company. Now he had seen me doing something that he would not like. Of this I was sure; Charlie was the ultimate man. At 65, he was as fit as anyone could be; he was intelligent, sophisticated; but again, a total man. We checked on each other daily unless he was having visitors. I was pretty sure still did some government work. I had never been invited to meet any of his "friends." I slowly withdrew from Mike and gave no indication that I thought we had had company. I suggested that he clean up his "mess" and get back to his school work. I told him I needed to see the guy next door. I dressed quickly and walked over to Charlie's. I did not even try to think of anything to say; I knew I would read the disappointment in my friend's eyes. Sitting on his porch, he was watching the gulls over the water. Seeing me approach he stood and started towards me. I could not look him in the eye. In his best command voice, my friend ordered, Look at me!" He came closer and put just his index finger under my chin and pushed up. When our eyes met, I saw laughter. It was not what I expected. "Did you think I would scold you? he asked. I stayed silent. He dropped his fingers, put his arms around me and gave me the biggest bear hug I had ever had. I could hardly breathe. "Welcome to the club buddy, welcome to the club!" and with that, he released me just a bit and kissed me on my forehead. I just about passed out. We talked for a long time and I still did not learn much more about Charlie. He did tell me that he was bi-sexual and that he had believed that I was totally straight and that was one of the reasons he had not let me become closer to him. I had to admit that up until yesterday, I had thought the same thing about both of us. He asked if he could meet Mike and I invited him for lunch. I thought about telling Mike what I had seen and decided not to. He had started dinner by the time I returned. I went to him, and from behind, hugged him hard and kissed his neck. I told him, without sex this time, that I loved him. Turning and looking at me, he knew something had upset me. Being smart, he did not press the issue. We continued the tasks of meal preparation working smoothly together. It occurred to me that we had, in just two days, become very familiar with each other. After eating, Mike went back to work and I cleaned up. Sometime around 8 PM, he came down from the loft and began rummaging through the fridge. I turned off the TV and told him that if he was hungry that I had something he could munch on. With soft laughter, he took my hand, shut off the lights and led me to the bedroom. I wanted to be led, believe me. As before, we started with kissing, hugging and stroking. We all know that there are only so many ways to begin foreplay so I'll not bore you. As the tension built, images of the beach scene I had witnessed kept flashing through my mind. The brutality of Charlie's assault on Paul had frightened, disgusted and greatly excited me all at the same time. I saw a different man then I had known; he was someone other than the good friend and confident that I had experienced over the last 20 months. I also was angry. I was angry at myself for being interested in cock sizes, for being excited by watching one guy fuck another guy and by my being in bed with a k** young enough to be my grandson. I was angry at Charlie for his having fallen off the pedestal that I had placed him on; he was no longer my super-hero. I had always thought of myself as kind, caring, compassionate, honorable, a boy scout and now I was just another dirty old man and for all intents and purposes, a p*******e i thought. My "love making" became more and more excited and demanding. I'm not sure if Mike became Paul, or if in my mind, I became Charlie; or was just I an angry "DAD" punishing his son. My cock driving against Mike's firm belly became increasingly more insistent and my hands on his pecs began squeezing and my thumb and forefingers began pinching and twisting nipples. They had minds of their own it seemed. My tongue pried its way between his lips and began thrusting down his throat as far as it could reach. Mike, by this time, was aware of a different atmosphere. He did not pull away or ask me to slow down or stop. Lust took over his facial expression. "Turn over boy, put that ass in the air!" I ordered. He quickly complied and buried his face in the pillow. "Take your hands and spread your cheeks!" My cock was slick with pre-cum and I rammed it into Mike's waiting hole. I hit bottom on one thrust and he collapse onto the bed, he gulped air, and buried his face in the pillow. I heard a soft moan, his body deemed to shiver. I guess I was aware that I had caused him pain. I was in pain; I wanted Mike to feel some of it. I pounded my cock deep, fast and hard into his stretched ass. Slowly Mike began to respond; he began meeting my thrusts with his own. I slapped him not too gently on the shoulder. "Lie still! Lie still!" I did not want him to enjoy this. Again and again I thrust myself into him. The need to climax became more and insistent yet relief seemed to draw father and father away. Finally in frustration or whatever, I pulled away, out from him and jerked myself off. My cum spewed all over Mike's back and ass. He turned his head so that he could look up at me. "Don't look at me." I whispered, I turned and went out into the dark living area and stood facing the marsh and the ocean beyond the cold, closed glass door. Tears ran down my cheeks. I heard Mike coming up behind me. "I'm sorry your angry at me. What did I do wrong? Please Dad, don't be mad at me.? Talk to me. Don't leave me alone; I never want to be alone again." He hugged me to him. "It's not you alone; it's no more your fault anymore than it's mine or even Charlie's." I'm sorry I hurt you." I turned to him and folded him in my arms. With his being that much taller, my head rested on his well-muscled chest. He stroked my back, and then kissed me gently. I kissed him back. Damn, damn, damn, I needed him in my life; I did not want to be alone either. "You didn't hurt me all that much. I kind of liked it." Mike said softly. "I wouldn't like it like that all the time, but it was different and very exciting." And laughing once again, he took hold of my sticky, limp cock and pulled me back towards the bed. "We need to talk." and I put my hand on his, trying to lift it off of me. He then told me in a much more grown-up voice that he would rather we do that in the morning and all he wanted was for me to spoon him so that we could go to sl**p. When we climbed back into bed, my hip settled in a pool of boy juice. Lying there still, Mike had shot his load. I smiled to myself, maybe he did like it that way, harsh, and it occurred to me that probably Paul had liked it too. On Friday, Mike and I had easy gentle sex in the morning, made breakfast together and he went to work up in the loft. I took my coffee out onto the deck and found a sheltered corner in which to relax. I took off my shirt and laid face down on the lounge. Shortly I heard Charlie and dog padding across it and, in a moment or two, I opened my eyes to see his body bent over and his face inches away from mine. With a scowl on his otherwise hansom face, he told me that it was not gentlemanly to spy on others when they were making love I responded that I was sure I had not been watching two gentlemen and that I also doubted that there was much love involved in the brutal fucking I had witnessed. I asked him if he spelled lust and love the same way? His fingers traced the ridge of my spine and he said something to the effect that I had much to learn. I smiled a bit and answered, "Don't ever ask me to make a bet with you, buddy. I have no desire to pay the winner." Removing his hand, Charlie laughed and sat on the floor near me. He began to tell me a bit of history with Paul. He explained that he and Paul often engaged in "rough sex." I had an idea what that was having recently experimented a bit with it myself. That I did not tell Charlie. Paul had been assigned to Charlie's unit when he graduated from the academy and served under him until Charlie retired and then with Dave, another Marine buddy. I asked and Charlie told me that the unit focused on embassy safety, secure communications and espionage. Dave, the other man in the bird the day before, was a colonel and was due back Saturday morning. Charlie wanted me to meet him and the two other men he was bringing with him. Charlie continued explaining his relationships in a guarded way at first. I gathered that Dave, 41 years old, had been at Norwich with Alex, Charlie's half b*****r. I did not even know Charlie had any living relatives. It seems that Charlie's folks had divorced immediately after WW II and that at some point his dad had married a woman just a few years older than Charlie himself. I knew his dad was dead but had no idea that Charlie had a stepmother and that they had a warm relationship. Charlie, for the first time in almost two years, talked openly about himself. Yet, there was something he was not telling me; that I knew. After an hour or two, Mike appeared and asked if we two old men wanted some coffee. Charlie rose, strode to the door, but his hands on Mike's waist and lifted Mike easily up off the floor and spun him around over his head. Mike laughed like an awe-struck c***d. When Charlie put him down, I went in to make coffee and the two of them started chatting again like they had the day before. Their conversation about the ancient Cyrillic alphabets and characters, and possible code writing and breaking techniques left me out. I dozed off. Mike woke me to tell me lunch was ready, Charlie was long gone, I guess. Mike soon was back at work and the rest of the day and the the evening passed without any major problems. I did yard work and then read while Mike worked the keyboard up in the loft. We made sweet, gentle love after going to bed for the evening. Saturday morning was more of the same; breakfast, love making and then a late lunch. I noticed a change in Mike's behavior. His shoulders slumped, his head was down and there were few smiles; he was again the boy that had come home with me a few days before. "I'm going back to the cottage." was all he told me. Answering my why question, "I need my bike." Again I asked why. "I have to go to church." Now I knew I had a problem. I offered to drive him and he reluctantly accepted. When we arrived in the parking lot, Mike directed me to the side and asked me to let him out. Just as he opened the door, a middle aged priest came down the steps of the side entrance. "Good Michael, I need your help. Father Mac is ill. I drove over to your place now, but would you not be missing when I needed you, boy." Mike introduced me to Father Liam Sullivan who then greeted me in a deep voice accented with a delightful brogue. Mike explained quickly that there had been some problems at his aunt's cottage and that I had taken him in. Father Liam urged Mike to hurry and get his vestments on; that mass was soon to start. Mike hesitated. Turning to me, "Now won't you be staying Bill and then you can join me for a taste of the creature. Just a wee one; I have a wedding to do at 7:00." Turning to Mike, he urged, "Hurry now Michael, and won't you be helping me again at the wedding and then the masses in the morning." Hurrying off himself, I watched Mike; he did as he was told. I sat in the last row and left when communion was served. I waited in the hall and after the last parishioner left, Father Liam and Mike came to me. I was invited for a light supper as well but declined that and the drink. The good Father said that he knew Mike had made plans with me and that he was sure I would understand his not being able to go with me. Mike said something to the effect that helping Father Liam was part of his job. Charlie would be disappointed that Mike would not be joining us and I knew better than to be late. I arrived back at Charlie's and was introduced to Colonel Dave, to retired Colonel, Frank, and his business partner and friend Nate. The last two designed programs and adapted hardware for Colonel Dave's unit was all that I was told regarding the three men. Paul lingered in the background and soon offered a round of drinks. When I was alone for just a moment, Charlie asked about Mike. Swallowing an almost full glass of straight scotch and very little water, and with a cough induced by the high-powered alcohol, I replied "The church has him." Tears filled my eyes. I blamed them on the whiskey. Charlie frowned and told Paul to bring me another drink, a double. I proceeded to get very d***k very quickly. I did not drink often and could not remember the last time I had felt like that. Sometime shortly after dinner, around 8:30 I think, I nodded off and then spilled something all over myself. Charlie called Paul over and told him to take me home, clean me out, clean me up, and stay with me till Paul thought it safe to leave me alone. His face showing keen disappointment, Paul acknowledged the order, "Sir, Yes Sir, I'll do as ordered, Sir." This was not the duty Paul had been planning on. I think that he and the other guests were intent on having a small orgy from some of the conversation I had heard when they thought I had passed out. Charlie just smirked and blew him a kiss, Charlie was under the influence; such an overt gesture was completely out of character. Paul left the room and returned shortly dressed in fatigue sweat shirt and shorts. He picked me up like I was a sack of flower, slung me over his shoulder and headed for the door. I insisted, "Put me down, you big bastard, put me down!" The guys broke out in gales of laughter. In order to keep from sliding off of his shoulder, I grabbed onto the bottom edges of his shorts. They rode up quickly and exposed his magnificent ass muscles. I hung on with one hand and began slapping his cheeks with the other. "Put me down, you ox, put me down." Paul smirked at the men watching him. "This might not be too bad after all." And with that, we went out into the night. I again grabbed on with both hands, but this time I held onto flesh, not fabric. On entering my place, Paul asked where the bath was and I pointed. He sat me on the throne and immediately removed what few clothes he had on and then began stripping me. I tried pushing his hands away. Laughing, he told me, "Why don't you behave; I'm going to do as Charlie ordered with or without your help. He's a man to be obeyed, you saw that the other day." I stood when it came to taking off my slacks and then I sat again when he removed my shoes and socks. By then, I was feeling sick to my stomach. Indicating the need for the sink, I stood and then began to slide down. Paul grabbed me with one arm and, "Open your mouth!" he ordered. I complied only to have him shove two rather long fingers down my throat. It took only a second and the first part of Charlie's orders was completed. Paul turned me and sat me back on the hopper. Reaching down, he took a vial of something from the pocket of his shorts, snapped it and told me to swallow. Knowing now that resistance was futile, I did what I was told. Paul adjusted the shower heads in the large stall shower and then pulled me in with him. He held my back to his chest and then began to wash me all over with his one free hand. He started with my hair and went slowly down my chest. He squeezed my man tit and I instinctively pushed ass back, hoping to free myself from the pain. I felt a hard cock slap up against my lower back. being 6" shorter than Paul, That's about where it landed. His hand continued lower and lower and soon he was washing my cock and balls. These he did with exquisite tenderness; I was soon at full staff and enjoying every second of what was being done to me in the name of cleanliness. I was pretty much sober by then. Paul turned me around and told me to put my hands on the shower wall. He began at the top of my head; his hands made soft swirls all they way down to my ass. Then Paul knelt behind me and I felt his tongue in my ass crack. His big hands were busy too; one was stroking my cock and the was on my belly, massaging, playing with my fur. I pushed my ass back into his face, wanting more of his tongue in me. It then dawned on me where all of this was leading. I turned around and Paul stood and stuck his tongue in my mouth. "You'll have to r**e me if you want my ass; I don't want to be fucked by you or anyone else." I managed to choke out. "I've never f***ed anyone; I'm an officer as you know but I understand that you told Charlie that neither of us is a gentle man." He laughed. Pulling his head down to mine, I stuck my tongue into his mouth and and grabbed onto his cock. Damn, I wanted sex with this man, this magnificent man. He lifted me into his arms and carried me to the Taking a towel, he began to rub softly on my body. I relaxed almost immediately and soon began to moan softly. For such a huge man, his touch was exquisitely delicate. My body was soon on fire and my mind also was on fire with lust, desire. My cock was rigid. Paul wet it with his tongue and then climbed over me. He rose up and placed my cock head at his ring and then just took me inside of him without any hesitation or difficulty. Paul then began to flex his ass muscles in a slow steady rhythm while his hands played softly with my chest. He bent over and began licking my face with his long tongue. He was an expert at doing these things, of that I was sure. I began to arch my back, meeting thrust of ass with thrust of cock. Soft screams came from deep within my soul; Mike excited me but not like this. It took only minutes before cum spurted from my cock. Paul could tell what was happening; he sunk down on my cock and stayed absolutely still. Still that is except for the milking sensations of his pelvic muscles and then, without saying or doing anything else, he shot man juice all over me. Rope after rope of hot white cum shot from his thick, throbbing cock. I felt it on my face, my chest, my belly. Paul again bent down and taking some on his tongue, fed his nectar to me. My head tossed from side to side, trying to get more of him inside my mouth. Just then, headlights from a car coming up the drive shattered the passion and the afterglow. Paul took a robe from the hook on the door, Mike's robe and tossed me mine. "I don't know who that is." I managed to gasp as I came back down to earth. By the time car stopped, we were at the slider. I watched as Father Liam walked around to the passenger door opened it and then struggled to get Mike out of the car. Mike slipped to the ground and Paul, barefooted and just barely covered by my robe, went out to help. I heard Father tell Paul that Mike had had too much to drink. Father followed Paul in. "Michael had to get d***k to tell me what has happened. I could not risk having him stay with me, nor did he want to. Indeed, Bill, I have to tell you that I am a gay priest but I've been celibate for 35 years; I am true to my vows." His brogue had almost disappeared it seemed. I'll want to talk to you both on Monday morning, I'll be here just after mass." Introducing himself to Paul who was holding Mike in his arms, just like a baby, and glancing down at Paul's exposed body, Father Liam shook his head and left. Paul looked at me, shook his head, and headed for the shower. Now awake, Mike looked at me, and with tears in his eyes, cried out, "Dad, make him take off my robe, it's mine. You gave that to me!" "Don't be such a damn cry baby, stud. I', gonna take it off and I'm gonna take all your shit off too." Paul grinned and grunted as he put Mike on the toilet. I honestly did not know if I should laugh or cry. I did know that I had a mess to deal with. I watched Paul strip and then undress Mike. Mike could not take his eyes from Paul's magnificent body and I was jealous. Paul examined Mike pretty closely too now that he had some light. "Who is he?" Paul questioned. The look on his face seemed half amazed shock and half admiration. Not being sure what he wanted to know I just told him Mike's whole name and that he had lived near by and was now staying with me. Paul knew about Mike, Charlie had not spared any details regarding Mike's and my living arrangements. "NO, NO! I know him, or someone related to him, Paul continued." He looks like Charlie's half b*****r Alex and a great deal like his s..." and then Paul closed down. His Marine spook background kicked in. I told him that Charlie had said he was related to half the people in town and that Mike's mother's f****y were also from the town and that I knew that this women was a distant relative of Charlie's. Otherwise, the great aunt would not own property on the point. Paul's face still a mask, he started washing Mike who was now more awake. Mike, now stretched out on the shower floor, had a silly, alcohol inspired grin on his face as Paul ministered to his cock and balls with a cloth and a bar of soap. Jealousy did rear it's ugly head. "You really enjoy your work there, Paul; maybe you had best leave that to me." I suggested with as much sarcasm in my voice as I could muster. Paul laughed at me and handed me the cloth and told me to give him a holler when Mike needed to be moved. "Hey Dad, there's always room for one more!" Mike told me. I thought to myself - not now, not here and not in my bed. I tried moving Mike myself but gave in and called out to Paul who had stretched out on the couch. "That's right, call in the MARINES!" Paul responded and then picked Mike up by himself and deposited him naked and cock-hard on my bed. "Gee, Dad, look at that." Mike giggled and began stroking his boy tool. Paul took it all in and excused himself. "You two, need to be alone, I think." I heard the slider open and close and so I climbed over Mike, trying to get him onto a side of the bed rather than in the middle where he had landed. Mike reached up, put his arms around me and began to cry." "I'm sorry Dad, I'm sorry, I've spoiled things. But you should not have been with Paul. This is my place." And then Mike kissed me and his hands soon found my still sticky cock. He pulled his hand away. "I knew you were with him, I knew." he moaned. "I thought you had really left me; I didn't think you were coming back. The look on your face when I left you with the father was one that said "Good Bye." It's you I love, silly." And then, I kissed him softly all over his wet face. "Make love to me, then." Mike wrapped his legs over mine and his arms around my back and pulled me down on top of him. I did as I was asked to do with little difficulty. It was done so slowly with as much tenderness as I could muster. My tongue bathed his body from head to toe and then I turned him over and began at his neck and worked my way down his spine. I could not seem to stop, my tongue began exploring his crack and boy hole. Mike began pushing his beautiful ass up into my face and my hands found his cock and balls. I feathered them with the lightest possible strokes while my tongue probed deeper and deeper. "Now, Now, do it now!" Mike's voice entered my lust covered brain. I rose up on my knees and crawled forward on the bed till my cock head was at the gates of paradise and I pushed gently. Mike relaxed, sighed and I was inside of his ass; my pubes began brushing his ass cheeks. I laid on top of him, pinning him to the bed and once again began licking his neck and shoulders. His face turned and I reamed his ear and then twisted till I found his mouth with mine. Lust, love, who knows; perhaps a healthy combination of both. I raised up and began slow deep fucking that beautiful boy ass. It was not long since my tryst with Paul so it took longer than it had in the past for me to climax. Mike stayed with me, "Deeper, deeper, do it harder and deeper. Make me yours, Dad, take me." Finally, relief came. I filled my boy's ass with what little juice I had left. Mike had climaxed before I did; his spasms helped send me over the edge. I pulled from him and he turned over. We both stretched our bodies out and relaxed. Kissing was sweet and before long Mike fell asl**p underneath me, "Thanks Dad, can we do it again in the morning?" he asked with a soft laugh, and the he was off. I could not sl**p; thoughts, guilt, excitement, what Paul had given me, whatever the reason. It was then that I heard something in the other room. My pulse quickened and I slipped out of Mike's embrace and crept into the great room. Paul was struggling to get comfortable on the sofa; I had not heard him come back in. Seeing me, he explained that the rest of the guys had gone playing in Provincetown and left Charlie's house locked up tight. He asked, with a smug look on his face, if I had enjoyed Mike's ass as much as I had his. Being in the state of mind I was, I answered honestly, "It was entirely different. With you, it was the most passionate sex I've had since I was first with my ex wife 35 years ago. With Mike, it's softer, sweeter, just as good, but different. I don't regret what you and I did, Paul - not one bit." "Good, do you want to do it again?" "Good grief, I'm 60 years old. You are asking for a miracle. He laughed and pulled me down on top of him. His hard body welcomed me. He took my head in his large strong hands, kissed me and then pushed it down, down, down. "I'm 41 and ready again. Can you do something about that?" His cock, on closer inspection and in the light from the almost full moon outside, glistened in pre-cum. "I watched you and Mike; that was hot, man." My two hands just about encased the length of his big man shaft. He was almost bigger that Mike and me added together. He and Charlie would probably make a matched set, I thought; and then my cock began to stir. Paul saw this happen and turned me around so that my cock was over his mouth and his under mine. "I'm going to take you on a round-the-world trip, old man. Miracles do happen I see." He swallowed me. In one gulp he took it all in. I gasped and then tried to take him. I managed his mushroom cock head and maybe a 3rd of his shaft before I began to gag. "Rather new at this you are. I should have remembered. Work the head, old man, just work the head. Let me show you." I mirrored Paul's movements and before long we were both close to shooting our loads. Well, he would; I assumed mine would be dry. It happened for Paul first. I had a hard time swallowing anything but it was either swallow or suffocate. Paul reached up and found my ass ring. He pushed a finger in and found my ass nut. With just a few gentle massage strokes, he had me cumming; I just moaned in ecstasy. Paul turned my body so that we were face to face and lips to lips. We exchanged whatever we had left in our mouths and I thought that I had finally "done it all;" well, almost all. He had not tried to get his massive cock up my ass. I knew I could not sl**p and asked Paul if he wanted me to leave him alone. Kissing me again softly, he murmured; "Do you want to?" I shook my head and told him that I wanted too talk if that was OK; that I had some questions. "I'll answer you honestly about almost anything but there are things you have no need to know." I understood and my first question was about his relationship with Charlie. That was strange. "Charlie and I go back almost 23 years; I first met him when I was a freshman and in a dorm suite with Alex and Rod." We went to his place in Florida for Christmas." When I asked who Rod was, Paul hesitated. 'He was Charlie's son." I sat up straight. I had not known that he had a f****y of his own. Years ago my wife had introduced me to Charlie when we were visiting her aunt and uncle, the previous owners of the cottage where I now lived. They were also Charlie's great aunt and uncle. He had been alone every other time, not frequent, that we had seen him. He told me that Charlie's wife was his step mothers younger s****r. Charlie's dad had met his second wife-to-be at Charlie's wedding and they soon became a couple and married quickly as she was pregnant. Less than a year later, the two s****rs had had sons within a week of each other. Paul began again, "I'm breaking a confidence here; but you need to know. About me, I've always been mostly homo-sexual. I occasionally have a women, but I prefer men. Not long after the three of us began sharing quarters at the academy, I began sucking both Alex and Rod's rods." Paul laughed. "They had had some teen stuff and were not virgins with either males or females. It relieved stress for all of us and we were as close as b*****rs. I was closer to Rod, though, then Alex. When Alex wasn't there he would fill my ass and suck my cock, too." Charlie was entirely straight back then; almost a homophobic, I guess. He did not learn about the three of us, or about Rod and me till almost 7 years later. By then, the three stooges had graduated and were working in Charlie's unit. Charlie's dad passed away and we went to Florida for the funeral. Rod and I got careless one night and did not shut our bedroom door tightly. Charlie discovered us making love. He had a shit hemorrhage. He called us both every name he could think of and actually punched Rod when he came to my defense. He thought it was all my fault. By then Rachel, Rod's mom had come along to see what the problem was. She was angry more with Charlie than with Rod and me. I guess she sort of suspected the truth. Anyway, Charlie ordered us out of the house the next morning and then said I was to stay. I was, after all, his aide. He had decided to not expose us to the Corps; the scandal would have devastated our unit. Rod and his dad fought again with words and fists. Rachel intervened and insisted that Rod fly back to Washington with her that afternoon. Their plane crashed on the way back; their were no survivors. You can imagine what torment Charlie has lived with; they parted with angry words and never had a chance to say 'I'm sorry". For almost a year, I nursed Charlie through a d***ken haze. When sober, he was fine; but, when we were alone, he was verbally and physically abusive which I took as my 'deserved punishment'. One night, just about a year later, I screamed in physical pain and mental anguish. I hit him back, again and again. I loved Rod, God help me I loved him and he loved me. I hate you, you killed him, I didn't. It was you, you and your code of ethics, your fucking Semper Fi attitude. He looked at me, turned away and fell on his face. I picked him up, much as I did you and Mike last night. I cleaned him up and then put him to bed. I was about to leave, thinking it would be the last time. I would demand a transfer and then resign from the Corps. Charlie must have sensed this, struggled out of the bed and followed me. He ordered me back into the bedroom." Paul stopped here; tears were streaming down his face. "Charlie was just about an even match for me physically 15 years ago. He pushed me down on the bed and began tearing at my clothes. He almost r**ed me. It would have been r**e but I wanted it to happen. We have been frequent lovers ever since. You saw him in action the other day; we still do it that way now and then. Anyway, by morning, we had come to an understanding; we both sucked and fucked the night away. Yeah, Charlie lets me have the General's ass. Now you know." I did not ask any questions or make any comments. I guess we had compounded the mess. I still did not understand what was happening to me. I pulled Paul up off the couch saying, "Let's go to bed; but you sl**p on the outside and I in the middle and you don't touch Mike. Is that understood?" Paul sounded like a teen and laughed quietly, "Yeah, Dad, I understand, but what if Mike touches me?" He kissed me and squeezed my ass. We went to bed. After a few moments of becoming comfortable, Paul spooned me; asking first if it was OK. He then whispered in my ear, "Bill, I've never told anyone about my first time with Charlie: please don't talk to anyone, including Charlie about what I told you. I guess it was the things that happened earlier, I don't know." And, in a more serious tone, " I like and trust you; don't disappoint me." I took his hand, squeezed it and put it on my heart. The last thing I remember was Paul kissing the back of my neck, saying, "Thanks, Dad." I woke lying face down with someone on top of me, blankets and sheets between us. A tongue was sticking in my ear. "Mike, cut it out. I have to pee." I tried to get up. A soft voice I did not recognize told me, "I'm not Mike." I again attempted to turn my head to see who was "bothering" me. "Quit it Paul. I had enough of you last night. Let me up!" Again a low laugh and a teasing tongue paused long enough to say, "Not Paul either." With that, the weight was lifted from my body and I quickly twisted and saw Charlie standing there at the foot of my bed, a mocking smile on his face. He grabbed my hand, come on, I want you to watch this. I turned beet red, "Charlie, I'm sorry about Paul; I didn't mean to move in on you." He shushed me. "Paul and I are not monogamous, we are very careful and our group is exclusive though; or I thought he was anyway. Guess I'll have to have a word with him." He emphasized WORD. He continued pulling me towards the partially open kitchen sliders. "Look, look at that!" he spoke softly. Some 300 feet away, Paul and Mike stood stark naked, at the top of the rise behind my place. They were doing some sort of exotic Asian style dance or exercise; it was erotic and fascinating to watch. While Paul was more developed;with huge muscles, Mike was in almost perfect condition as well. Muscles rippled, contracted, it was almost a very masculine ballet. Mike mirrored Paul's motions, moving just a fraction of a second after. Now and then, Paul would reach out to adjust Mike's arm or hand and speak to him in what I thought was Chinese; then they would again face the east The morning sun highlighted Paul's tan but Mike's body appeared almost bronze and it was a color that went from head to toe. After 3 days of being so close, i was still seeing new and different things about this boy; this boy that I had started to fall in love with. They seemed obvious to the cold, the slight breeze, or to the fact that they were being watched. I started towards them. "No, they have about 10 minutes more before they are finished. I shivered and Charlie opened his jacket and standing behind me, hugged me to him. He was warm and a few moments later he was hot. or his cock was. As it began to rise against my back, he abruptly pulled away. "Go grab a quick shower and I'll clean up for you." I protested only a moment, Charlie pushed me towards the bath and slapped my ass none to gently. Again, with a big smile on his face, "Just do it!" "That hurt!" I protested. "Bill, I'm sorry and he came towards me. I don't ever mean or want to hurt you." He took my face in his hands, yet again, and kissed my forehead. "Just do what you are told, please." I did. Charlie gathered towels, bed linen, underwear; things s**ttered in a path from door, to bathroom to bedroom and back again. The washer was in the bath so I was aware of what he was doing. I had a hard on and waited for him to leave before I came out of the shower. It was stupid for me to do that; Charlie could see through the steamed covered glass. "You are a horny old man. Get your tired ass out here." The boys are coming down and will need the shower. Brunch at my place is in 15 minutes. He turned and left. The boys met him at the door. Charlie said something in Chinese and both boys bowed to him. Then smiling and talking, the both stopped long enough to say "Good Morning Dad!" with just enough smart ass tone to make me laugh. "I wont touch his little dick!" Paul teased the both of us. Mike answered with, "Dad, make him stop teasing me." I have to admit; I watched them. If Paul had started anything I was not sure what I would do. The two man-c***dren scrubbed each other's back, laughing and playing like young k**s. I had to remind them that Charlie was expecting us. Paul, with just a flicker of something in his eyes, commented that it was not wise to be late for anything having to do with Charlie, "The General has a hair across his ass about time! And a few other things too." This would be the first time the group would meet Mike. He was at ease; Paul had quickly become another good friend. When he entered the room, conversation stopped and then quickly resumed but all eyes were on Mike. He is good looking but the reaction did register with me. Dave and the two others made their way to us and we felt welcomed. Dave took Mike to the side and I heard just a bit of conversation. "You were right, Paul. He does indeed look like the two of them, only darker. Did you mention it to the general?" Paul nodded, "Yeah, he either can't or probably won't see it. He told me that they were distantly related about 3 or 4 generations back." By then, they were aware that I was listening. Dave scowled at me. I walked closer to them and made no apologies for listening, asked "What's that you were saying about my Mike?" Bristling, Colonel Dave drew himself to full height and told me that I did not have a need to know. Paul cleared his voice, attempting to head off any confrontation. "Dave, I'm new at all this. But, if you and I have an issue here, let's get it out in the open. I don't want to interfere or be anyplace where I'm not welcome." Dave thought for just a moment, "Bill, you are welcomed here and Paul and I were careless talking so openly. I reacted too quickly." I knew there was more to it. "Dave, I'm not a Marine but I'm also not a fool. Something is going on here; I sensed it the moment you and the guys saw Mike. Best tell me what it is or we'll leave." Dave smiled, "Well, if you are not part of the Corps, I guess we'll have to adopt you. Come with me." I followed Dave into Charlie's study; he closed the door. "You know, Mike told you, he was at the academy with Rod and Alex. He didn't tell you that I was on staff there at the time. He took from his briefcase at small photo album and opened it. I looked and my mouth began to open and close. At a quick glance, I thought there was a picture there of Mike. "That's Alex. the next one is Rod." I nodded. Paul knows that they both were dicking the same girl here on the Cape the summer before they came to Annapolis; she was right here on the point. Anyway, Charlie's dad, Rod's grandfather and Alex's father, found out about it after she became pregnant and she disappeared rather quickly. The boys did not think much about it come September but they did tell Paul about it. Charlie was out of the country and I know he was never told; he would have been all over both boys if he had known. You know his "rules." We think that Mike may be the c***d of that summer. We want to have some tests taken. Alex's mom is a research physician at Duke working in DNA and genetics; and after seeing Mike myself, I think we have to talk to her. I hate dumping this on you, but..." Being quite upset, angry, I interrupted him, "This is like a fucking night time soap opera, my whole God Damn life has been turned upside down and been shaken like salt. Are you k**ding me? I'm getting Mike and we're leaving." Dave blocked the door with his also huge and very fit 6"4" body. "I would think about that, Bill. And also, watch your mouth." This time, the steely officer look was back. I stood still for what seemed an eternity. "I'm sorry," I apologized. "The last four days have turned me upside down. I'm not usually so emotional." Dave relaxed, hell, he hugged me. I was beginning to get used to being hugged by huge, strong, masculine men. I understand, Paul and I understand. Maybe Charlie does too." he laughed. Let's go back out there before we cause even more questions. I began looking at Charlie and then at Mike, trying to see any similarities. They were there. About the same height, Mike's build was slighter. The expressions on their faces were a give-away. They were both intense and as I thought about it, their minds worked in similar ways. Both were so quick, decided things easily, and were focused at tasks on hand. I wondered to myself, what would be left of my friendship with Charlie if it turned out that I had seduced his grandson. I didn't know for sure, but questioned if he had even now come to terms with his son's involvement with Paul. Well, it was too late now. About an hour before the Marines were due to lift off, Dave asked Mike and Paul to join him in Charlie's office; I gathered that when he was there, it became his. As they walked past me, Dave made sure I heard "I want to talk to you about your theory on the terrorists possibly using ancient languages for communications. They may well still be using them amongst themselves." Dave winked at me and shut the door. This lasted about 20 minutes. During all this time, Charlie had said very little to me. Finally, he was beside me. We had all had a fair amount to drink; that's except for Dave who only had soda water. "The group has voted, you and Mike can join." He laughed. I told him that I wasn't ready for that kind of sex. "OH no? and what would you call what Paul and you did last night?" I blushed and stammered, "That's different." Charlie taking hold of my hand, looked me in the eye, and told me that maybe in the future I would want to; that the offer was open and that he knew why I was hesitant right now. "You are in love with Mike. That's beautiful. When it changes to just 'loving him', like I do Paul and Dave, maybe you'll feel different. The truth, my friend, I would like a piece of you myself." "Stop teasing me. You know, you can be a bastard sometimes." I squeezed his hand back and Charlie laughed, saying, "Yeah, I was teasing you." He turned quickly, went to the office door and knocked, "Time to leave, Dave." Mike and Dave came back into the room and their conversation ended. Dave told Mike he would be in touch and thanked Mike, saying he had been of far greater help than he could possibly understand. Goodbyes were quickly said from the lawn and Charlie, Mike and I hurried back inside to avoid the dust storm caused by the lift. Mike excused himself saying he wanted to get some work done and I helped Charlie put things back. Damn, he was addicted to neatness and order. Finally, I made my excuses and headed for the door. "Can't you leave that poor boy alone?" Charlie teased again. And then in a more serious manner, "Do you need any of my salve or have you developed callouses?" Not thinking that funny, I, like a k**, stuck my tongue out at him. Not to be out done, he did the same saying. "Mine's longer and thicker." "I've seen your tongue, thats what scares me.!" and I left before he could answer back. Mike heard me come in and came down from the loft quickly. "Hey Dad, let's take a nap." He giggled. Grabbing my hand he led me to 'our' bed. You could bounce a quarter on it; Charlie had left his presence even here. Mike was aggressive. He pushed d me down onto the bed, face up and fell on top of me. "Sweet old man, I love you." he said so softly I hardly heard him. I answered in the same words, changing old to young. Mike undressed me and asked me, no told me to lie still. He began at my neck and worked his tongue and lips down across my shoulder and down my arm. he licked into my pits, chewed softly on the flesh of my inner elbow and wrist, and then began sucking on my fingers one at a time. He then worked his way back up and stayed on my nipples for several moments and then did my other arm. By this time I was thrashing, grinding my cock up onto the parts of his body that held me pinned flat to the bed. "Where did you hear about this?" I panted. "Paul told me what to do; he's an excellent teacher." And he stuck his tongue in my mouth to shut me up. Mike then sucked gently at the base of my throat and then quickly went to my navel with his tongue and lips while his hands played with my chest. My cock was straining against his chest and he began to wiggle so that my head rubbed against his boy nipples. He moaned softly. The next thing I knew, he had both of my balls in his mouth and was ever so gently caressing my swollen dark red mushroom head. It was so slick with pre-cum. "I can't last much longer, I'm so close!" I cried out. Mike took all of me into his mouth, breathing deep. I hoped that Paul had only told him how to do this and had not showed him. Damn, I told myself to forget all that. What mattered was only this small time, this very moment that Mike and I were sharing, the now... I Finally worked myself out from under Mike and turned us both so that we were mouth to cock and cock to mouth. I figured if Mike could do this, I could too. Taking a deep breath and telling myself to relax, I swallowed almost all of Mike's 8" long tool. It just a fraction of a second, maybe it was minutes, I'm not sure; we both reached that magic moment, that paradise that happens when two who love climax together. I swallowed all that he had to offer and then genly licked the rest of him clean. he did the same to me. Soft, quiet words mixed with sighs and gentle gasps echoed in the room. I can't remember how long we were there in that position; we might have fallen asl**p cock to mouth. It was dark when I woke up and Mike was there beside me. Everything was right with the world; at least, for now it was. Thanks for the many positive responses; I enjoy them. This was to have been a brief story; but it now seems to have taken on a life of its own. I'm enjoying writing it and hope that it brings you some small pleasure. Mike woke when Colonel Dave and party left in his bird; the noise was really quite loud. after making something to eat, we sat there talking. I reminded Mike that Father Liam would be by in the morning. Mike explained that he usually went to Cambridge with the Father; did research, spent the night at the seminary in Brighton where he would meet the next day with his professors and then would return that night with Father Liam. The father spent those days with f****y or friends I was told. I asked Mike what he would say to those in charge at the seminary and after several moments of silence, he responded; "I'll not lie; I think Father Liam will tell them what he knows. I did not speak to him in confession and he has an obligation to protect the church. It will be difficult." I offed to go with him and Mike declined. I indicated that Father had told me that he himself was gay and celibate and this quite surprised Mike; he did not know. Mike was clearly troubled and rose from the table. I went around and hugged him telling him that I would say or do whatever he needed. "I need to go out and run." Mike did just that; he was gone for quite a while. I did worry a bit, wondering again if he would return. When he did and giving me just a sad smile, Mike went straight to the loft and began working on the keyboard. I went to bed. Mike was very quiet when he came down and joined me; I pretended to be asl**p. He curled himself around me gently and then whispered, "I love you, Dad." In just moments I was asl**p but awoke a short time later and stayed awake for the rest of the night. The morning was busy, we had no time for much of anything other that breakfast. I saw Mike's computer, his book bag and what could only be almost all of his clothing in a pile by the door. It occurred to me that I would be without love and my lover for two long days and maybe longer. I drew Mike to me, "I'm going to miss you, boy. I'll miss you something crazy. Come home to me no matter what. If you want to change your mind about living with me I'll understand, but at least tell me. Come back even if it's just to say Good Bye." Mike kissed me hard, cupped my crotch with his hand, saying, "Don't worry so, sweet old man. You won't get rid of me that easy. You rest up cause when I get back, we'll make up for last night - all night" I laughed but felt only slight relief. After Mike and Father Liam left I went to see Charlie. He was exercising and urged me to join him as I did most mornings. With his guidance and almost insistence, I had become reasonably fit over the last 18 months. As we worked our routine, and when able, I sort of gasped out what had taken place since we had last seen each other the day before. Charlie said nothing. When he began swimming in the enclosed lap pool, I begged off and collapsed on the double chase next to the pool. I remember Charlie covering me with a huge towel, bending over me and, thinking I was asl**p, kissing me on the head and spoke softly, "Poor baby; it's all getting to you, isn't it." He had that right. He woke me a few hours later and served us lunch by the pool. He asked if I wanted to talk. I told him I had a few questions regarding his life in the Marines, and how readily Paul and Dave were accepted and wondered what my life would be like in the closet. "I'll answer that quickly, cleanly and to the point," Standing up, he began. "In regard to the being in the closet situation: This is something that is highly controversial both in the civilian as well as in the military, and certainly in our Marine Corps world. You are now deep in the closet and may well choose to stay that way. Paul and Dave are not nor have I been for the last 14 years. We have very little to which the three of us can relate to you on this ground. The three of us being very much out are extremely well protected by our Marines. Beyond the other two men who joined us this weekend here, there are others that you may eventually meet; one will probably tell you a lot about his sons who have grown up and rightfully earned their place as well decorated Marine 1st Lieutenants and whom he has given unselfishly to the Marine Corps. I feel towards Paul and my nephew as does he to his sons. I admit that I have shed tears of fear, alone at night worrying myself sick about them when they were in combat. We, the other dads and I, also have unshakable faith that our Corps will take good care of them. Paul, Dave, these others have done a world of good, especially in rallying many of our younger b*****r and s****r Marines, and c.o.'s to full understanding of what it means to have and rely on gay Marines who close to all of them. As a net result, we have an incredible system of protection in place up to and including staff at the Pentagon and personal staffers of the Commandant in residence at our Marine Barracks, Washington, D.C. This umbrella of protection, very unlike what you often read in the tabloids and media, has been slowly extended to more vulnerable members of our Marine community. It seems, my friend, that you have been adopted, been asked to enter into this community. It is not very often that any of us in my circle allows a man or men outside the Marine Corps or Navy SEAL world to approach closely. I have little idea as to how close, other than Paul, that the others will allow you in ; however, judging from my conversations with Paul, he especially seems to have been let you come closer than any other has been allowed in the past. I know for certain that I have let you into my life. Dave is working on it. In your mind (and heart), you must not allow your experience with us to mar your understanding of The Corps ideals. We are merely only a SMALL representation of the Corps f****y. We are also human, although Dave himself, and I in the past, would ABSOLUTELY INSIST to anyone that even being human is NO real excuse for less than perfection in the execution of duty and responsibilities. Truly, if you allow the earthy expression, I know I was among the top of the hardest asses among us all in this respect, Believe it or not" Charlie laughed quietly to himself for just a moment. "Once again, Bill, we have allowed you into our joined lives; I trust you to honor that and be faithful to that trust. Can and will you do that?" My tears began flowing; it seems that this had happened several times in the last few days. I tried to tell myself "grown men don't cry." I stood. Charlie walked towards me and I grabbed him to me and hugged him as hard as I could. "You, General, Sir, are the best friend I've ever had. I honor and trust you my friend, I love you." Bending his head so that his lips touched my ear, he whispered, "Semper Fi, Bill, Semper Fi." I leaned into him, needing his strength. I felt his hands slide down to my ass and cup my cheeks, pulling me harder and tighter against him. My man tool began to rise as did Charlie's. I wanted him. My arms reached around his body and then to his face and I pulled it to mine. I wanted to feel his lips on me but not on my forehead this time. I wanted him to kiss me on my mouth; I wanted to feel his tongue in me. Rather roughly, he separated us. "You're not ready for this, Bill and neither am I. Maybe someday..." I exhaled slowly telling him that I was. "When and if it happens for us, it will be just the two of us; without Paul and more importantly, without Mike." I think I understood. I nodded acceptance. Once again, Charlie drew me to him and held me close for several minutes. "I think I'm going to stay here for another week or two; till I know you are settled. Is that OK with you?" That did irritate me a bit; after all, I am a 60 year old man. I started to give him an argument; and hearing this, and feeling my again hard cock, now tenting my shorts and pressing into his thigh, he picked me up easily and tossed me into the pool. "You and that nice cock of yours need to cool off. Swim for 15 minutes while I clean up here." "Sir, Yes Sir!" I saluted and did, once again, what I was ordered to do. My shorts and shirt were wet when I climbed out of the pool. Charlie handed me a set of utilities, a Corp utility cap and told me to dress. "Now you look like a man." he chuckled. "As long as I don't look like one of your boys, that's OK!" I retorted. "one thing you've learned in the last several months is to have a smart mouth." Best be careful there, buddy. It can get you into trouble!" I understood the double message in that and returned his sassy smile. Charlie went on to tell me that he would need my help moving and putting up his 36" sailboat. He intended that we sail it from Eastham to Chatham where it would be stored. He went on to say that the "Easy s****rs" would be joining us. These were the Snow twins, in their mid 40s, very attractive divorced, wealthy and in constant need of sex. They were also in prime physical condition with lean, tight, well developed bodies. Charlie had introduced me to them when I had first moved onto the point. They were again of an old Cape f****y and probably distant relatives of his. I indicated that I had no interest in getting laid. He just laughed at me. A short time later we were at the dock and Candy, Charlie's favorite, and Nan, my sometimes partner, joined us. Candy made a few smart-ass remarks about Marine Hotdawgs. Nan was quieter, more reserved and easier to take; that was for sure. In the process of getting the boat ready to sail, I let Nan know that I was "out of commission." She asked no questions and announced that she had decided to drive to Chatham and that she would meet us there with the car. She let them think that she had things to do on the way and that in this way our return transportation would be assured. I was grateful. Charlie looked at me and said quietly. "You've also learned how to maneuver behind the lines, I see." I faced in the other direction, fearing that the broad smile on my face would incite him to some further action. About 20 minutes into the run to Chatham, Charlie told me to take the wheel and he and Candy disappeared below. They only went down into the salon which was before the helm. Charlie soon had his and Candy's clothes off. He kissed her once, maybe twice, and then he positioned her on the floor so that the back of her head faced me and so that his eyes were on mine. He winked, and without any further thought or word, knelt, lifted her legs back and thrust his hard, well lubricated cock into her waiting pussy. I heard her gulp, and then say "Bastard!" She then took both hands and slapped his ass as hard as she could. She continued doing that with every thrust he made into her wet hole. Charlie continued staring into my eyes. My cock reared its head and I was a bit sorry that Nan had stayed behind. The intensity of the mating ritual I was witnessing rose. My hand wandered to my own cock and I began stroking through the camouflage patterned cloth. With a nod of his head, I think Charlie indicated that I should drop them. That's what I chose to interpret as anyway. I did just that and began jerking off. Charlie's smile broadened and he fucked Candy harder and faster. My hand rhythm matched his thrusts. Right now, I honestly cant tell you if I wanted to be Charlie or Candy. In just minutes, I ejaculated all over the deck and seeing that, Charlie gave one last deep final plunge. The woman below him screamed in ecstasy, spouting truck-driver words of lust. He pulled from Candy's grasping cunt and shot rope after rope of man juice all over her belly, tits and face. Winking at me once more, he lowered his body onto hers and began licking her face and neck. Securing the wheel, I retrieved my shorts and put them on. Some few minutes passed before Candy and Charlie came back up on deck. Candy pointed to the wet spot that my draining cock had left on my shorts and laughed. Charlie tossed me a rag. "Grunt, swab the deck; I don't want that left there over the winter." I began following "orders" and shortly, Charlie brought Candy and me something to drink. Candy excused herself to use the head. "Did you enjoy yourself, Buddy?" he asked. With that, he grabbed my cock and gently gave it a few tugs. I, or it, quickly stood to attention. We heard the pump work and I tore myself from his grasp and faced the water; my face was beet red by then. "Boys will be boys!" Candy spouted. "Billy, don't be so uptight. It's OK!" I wondered if it was ever going to be OK again..... Nan met us in Chatham and we stopped in Orleans for an early supper and returned to Charlie's. I begged off of a card game and returned home; hoping that Mike might call. Then I remembered that he probably would not; I foolishly had not given him a phone card or any money and I knew he had very little if any cash of his own. Damn, I would have to give him an allowance. Sometime after 8:00 pm I climbed into bed. Unable to relax or sl**p, I began playing with my cock. Since my divorce, I had resorted to this form of relief often. With just the pointer and middle finger of my right hand, I began a gentle massage using my loose foreskin. With my left hand, I stroked my shaft and then began to gently work my balls. I prefer a "light" touch. I don't usually last a long time, but for some reason, climax eluded me. Fleeting visions of Mike, Paul, Charlie, Nan, Candy all chased across my eyelids. At times there were any number of combinations and activities. My finger wandered lower to my own ass crack and I raised my legs up and back. I toyed with my ring; teasing it with just the tip of my finger. My stroking became more vigorous. Speed increased and my grip tightened. There was still no relief. I was truly "beating my meat." I could feel my heart rate increasing; there was almost a sensation of pain along with the throbbing in my temples. Groans and moans came from deep in my chest and my body writhed on the sheets, twisting and turning. Just then, the phone rang. Out of breath and cross, I answered, somewhat breathless, "Who is it?" "Hey Dad, how are you? What are you doing? How's Mike? What happened in Boston this morning: I know Mike was worried." It was Paul, not Mike. "What's wrong? You sound different." There was one question after another and then silence while he waited for me to answer. I laughed. I continued to laugh till tears rolled down my cheeks. "I"m not that funny, Dad. What the heck are you laughing at me for? His voice sounding low, deep and somewhat peeved, Paul again waited for an explanation. "I haven't heard from Mike. I thought this call might be from him except he has no money that I know of and I was trying to jerk off with very little success. I was pounding myself into oblivion when the phone rang." This time Paul laughed and said we would return to that subject later. He wanted to know what I had done all day. Without much detail, I told him Charlie and I had put up the boat and that Candy had sailed with us. "Did they give you a show?" he asked. I answered in the affirmative. He asked about Nan and I told him that she had met us later. "If I had been there, I would have taken care of her!" he chuckled. "Do you do women?" I blurted out. "Hey Dad, I'm a hot-bl**ded Marine Stud! I could not help myself and told him he was full of shit. "No need to use foul language Dad; we don't do that." He scolded me. "The only time we use four-letter words in when we are making love," He giggled. It was not a feminine giggle; it was all man. "I'm lonely tonight dad; it was a 12 hour day. I want you to do something for me, OK? Lay back down on the bed and put the phone next to your ear." I had an idea of where this was going and told Paul I would do as I was asked. "I'm going to put you on speaker phone now." "Are you listening Dad? I'm taking off my sweaty clothes. I smell MAN smell. After I left the office, I walked back here. I want you to smell me." I inhaled. I could almost smell Paul. Perhaps it was my own oder, but I thought of it as Paul's. "Kiss me Dad, use your tongue on me. Pick at my ears with it, Chew on my lobe, and then lick my neck." I made sucking sounds; I licked my own arm. I could hear the bed creaking under Paul. "AGgghhhhhhhh, Dad, That feels so hot." "I want to lick your pits, boy; raise your arms for me," I whispered. ""Doing it Dad, work my man tit. I like rough tit play Dad, do it rough." I growled as my left hand began stroking my cock; my right hand played with my own now rigid nipples. I decided I did not like it rough; I like a soft, butterfly touch. It was working though. "Dad, lick my belly, please Dad?" Paul's voice was even deeper, almost harsh. I told him I would lick more than his belly. "I'm going to lick your big cock head, boy. I'm going to stick my tongue right down your piss slit!" I growled. "with a hushed voice I continued, "And I'm gonna stick my fingers in you man hole." "Take as much of it as you can Dad, take it all!" he panted. The sounds of bouncing bed spring and hands slapping cock shaft and head were ever increasingly louder. "Fuck me with your fingers, Dad, work my ass nut!" Paul panted. "Do it!" "Do it!" "Dooooo ITTttttttttt." "I'm Cumming." " AAHGHHHhhhhh, Fuck me DAD, Fuck me hard. Grab my balls and pull em Dad!" " AHHHHhhhhh AHHHHhhhhhh AGGHHhhhhh!" I made the same sounds as my man cock splatted juice all over me. Relief came. I lay there breathless, panting slower and slower. I finally sighed, relaxation took over. "Dad, are you OK?" "Everything is perfect, Paul." "Did you like that?" "It's my first phone sex; yeah, I liked it. Thanks; I needed it bad." "Not anymore than I did. Anytime Dad. Tell my k** b*****r I'll call him tomorrow to see how things went. "I'm headed for the shower." "Son, I loved it; and I care about you too." "Dad, that's the first time, I think, that you called me 'Son". Good night, Dad." Paul's voice was emotional. Damn, he was, next to Charlie, the most masculine guy I had ever met; yet, there was a tenderness and valunerabilty there. The phone clicked off. I hung up and fell asl**p. I heard chatter in the kitchen the next morning; it woke me. One of Charlie's personal business ventures, as opposed to f****y business, was a training program for corporate or personal protectors and servers. Those in the program were usually college age or just out of college, very fit and very smart. The boys were usually orphans, or from broken families, poor, and of mixed or other than white race. They learned to cook, clean house, drive evasively, install bugging devices, use all kinds of recording equipment, enter, leave, plant evidence or gather it, and search through stuff without leaving tracks. Uncle Tran did that and Charlie worked on their stealth, fitness and fighting skills in the gym he had had built in his old barn. Their college and living expenses were provided; graduates were highly sought after by those people needing this type of service. As I understand, the graduates were very well paid. Charlie's partner was Tran Nugyen, a k** he had found or rescued in Viet Nam in the mid 60s. Early on, I had agreed to be one of their guinea pigs; it got my home cleaned free and lots of great meals prepared. Uncle Tran or Charlie would plant things, leave things, or give the guys a list of things to look for or find. How quickly they accomplished these tasks led to rewards. Carlos brought me my breakfast in bed; a rare treat. I sat up in bed and stretched. He took one look at me and laughed out loud. "Mr. Bill, I think you need a shower." There were dried cum clumps in my chest hairs. I told Carlos I would tend to that later and asked him to stay for a minute. I asked him to do a small job for me; we were encouraged to use their services freely. I told him that I wanted him to buy Mike some clothing; I had no idea of what a young guy would like. He needed slacks, socks, shirts, underwear and a decent jacket. I had checked what he had left in a single drawer; it was old and worn. "Ahhh, the young man that is now staying with you?" he asked. I blushed a bit and nodded. "I shall be happy to do that for you today and bring it back later. He is very handsome and big." Carlos was no taller than 5'7" and had not one ounce of body fat. He was a handsome miniature. Today, I noticed for the first time, his tight fitting pants. He had a full basket, or so it seemed. He excused himself and began to gather laundry, etcetera. I Finished my breakfast and left the crew to do their thing. Telling Carlos I had left $200.00 on my dresser for his shopping, I went over to the gym. I often joined the classes; but, I always was in the last row. Theses were beautiful to watch; especially now that I had begun to develop a "taste" for the male form. Eventually, we broke for lunch. Charlie and I, still in Speedos, ate alone. We talked about Mike's home coming, etc. One would think we had been apart for months, so great was my enthusiasm or need. Tran had asked to speak to Charlie privately and they moved to the back of the room. When Charlie returned he was very quiet. I noticed that Tran had pointed at me during their conversation but I asked no questions. About an hour later, Carlos came into the pool area where Charlie and I had settled in to read. He was followed closely by Uncle Tran. I sensed trouble. Charlie stood, walked over to Carlos and slapped him hard across the face, twice and then used just his fingers in a jab under his breast bone. Tran grasped Carlos from behind, taking an arm in some lock-type grip, and f***ed Carlos to his knees. I can't tell you if it was Carlos or I who was most shocked. "You took money that did not belong to you." was all that Charlie said at first and then he continued with a tone of disgust, "You were warned before. This is your last chance; you will be punished now." "I took nothing!" Carlos gasped. "I took nothing." "We have photos; the money was on Mr. Bill's dresser." I began to say something, but Charlie looked at me and ordered, "Silence. This is not your affair." There was a look in the boy's face. He was angry. He shook his head at me, indicating I should say nothing. I was unsure. "You choose to believe me or not; I give you my word; I took nothing." "Take of your clothes!" Charlie ordered and he sat on a bench. Tran held out a short whip type thing. Again I tried to say something. "Mr. Bill, please be quiet. Carlito, you are a coward as well, I see." was Tran's taunting response. Carlos turned towards the door; "You and Mr. Charlie are assholes." He slammed the door. The silence that followed was deafening. Moments later, the door opened and Carlos walked back in. He was naked. "I am not a coward." He walked over to Charlie and taking the whip from Tran's hand, gave it to Charlie. "Make me cry, big man. You think you own this world." Charlie sat on the bench, placed his hand on Carlos' neck and bent him over so that his body was across Charlie's lap. "NO!" I shouted. "Mr Bill, this is not your concern." Carlos spoke quietly. "Stay if you wish, but say nothing." Again I started to speak. Tran's hand went over my mouth and he spoke quietly into my ear, . "Be silent, Sir, or leave." Whack whacK whacKK WhacKKK WHACKKK... the blows fell fast and furiously. Carlos made not a sound; he did not whimper, he did not exhale loudly, he laid perfectly still and stared at the floor. Welts rose on his beautiful camel colored ass flesh. It turned red so quickly. WHACKKKK WHACCCKKKK WHACCCKkkk; the sound echoed in the room. Tears streamed down my face; I saw them now in Carlos' eyes. WWWHHHACCCKKK WHACCCKKKKK... I watched Carlos stir. His body began thrusting down into Charlie's lap with each stroke of the whip. There was a new expression on his face; one I did not comprehend. Charlie's face showed even more rage."You lying, sniveling, little fucking cock-sucker!" he roared. Standing, he dropped Carlos on the floor. Carlos' very thick 6" long boy cock was at attention, quivering, and ropes of cum continued spurting from his piss slit landing all over the floor. Gobs of it stood out on Charlie's Marine red bathing suit. "You fagot bastard! Clean that off of me." Charlie was beginning to show signs of excitement himself, his general's weapon stretched the fabric tight. Bending, he grabbed Carlos head and jammed the boys mouth against his body, ordering, "Lick your shit off of me." Carlos began doing just that. He breathed hot, short breaths against Charlie's ever enlarging wedge shaped cock. Soon, the head emerged from the top of the suit, seeking its own freedom. Not touching Charlie, Carlos ate him up. Charlie pushed the trunks down, allowing his man flesh complete freedom. Carlos struggled a bit but swallowed the 10" long cock that was before him. Charlie cried out. "I'm cummmmmmming you cock-sucker. Eat it all." He grabbed Carlos head and held it still; you could see the obstruction blocking his throat. Carlos could not breathe. "Stop IT, Stop it!" Let him alone you bastard." Charlie let go of Carlos. I broke free from Tran and pulled Carlos to me. My voice shaking with anger and excitement, i screamed, "Why didn't you let me tell him, Why?" I turned to Charlie. "I left the money for him. He used it to buy clothes for Mike. God, I asked him to do it. Charlie, what have you done? Who were you beating? Am I a 'Fagot Bastard" too. With my arms around Carlos, I headed for the door. "Bill, wait, wait!" Charlie came towards us. The look on his face was like death, he was ashen. "Get the fuck away from me. Leave us alone." Once in the locker area, I helped Carlos dress. Uncle Tran followed us into the locker room. "Carlos you are a very brave and a very foolish boy. You had the chance to explain. I understand you wanted us to believe you." And, turning to me, he said "Carlos needs to tell you why we did not believe him. I will tend to him; Captain Charlie needs his friend." I turned and went back into the pool area; Charlie was staring out at the ocean. "Charlie, tell me what all that was about." He shook his head indicating that he would not. I walked over to him and grasped his shoulder, "Tell me who you were beating. You weren't here, it wasn't Carlos, that's for sure." "Leave it be, Billy." he whispered. "I can't. Do you hate me now that I've had sex with a man; do you hate yourself?" "Get out, Bill, get out of here." His body stood taller and his shoulders squared; he assumed parade rest. The Marine in him took over. "Was it Paul?" I asked, "or someone else?" I wanted him to tell me about his son. "You and your dime store psychology; get your fucking ass out of here before I hurt you!" he shouted. "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME NOW!" Hearing the commotion, Uncle Tran was there immediately. He handed me a tube of ointment similar to the one Charlie had used on me a few days ago. "You need to go, Mr. Bill, go now," I left quickly and took Carlos back to my place. When we arrived, I suggested that Carlos drop his shorts and bend over the table. His ass looked ugly and red; the welts were darker and there was a drop of bl**d on his ring where one of the lashes had torn that tender flesh. I slowly worked the ointment in; Carlos shivered and then blushed; his boy cock stood erect. "Pretty good stuff, isn't it." I told him as I then stroked his well-muscled back with the flat of my hand. I was taking great pleasure in having warm, muscled flesh under my hands. "Don't you think it's time to tell me what Tran was talking about?" "I took something of yours." Carlos began. "What?" "A pair of sweaty, stained briefs. Uncle Tran caught me sniffing them back at camp." Carlos' head hung down onto his chest. "I'm sorry Mr. Bill; I had no right. I just wanted to..." I stopped him. "I'm flattered. If Mike were not due back and if I didn't think I was in love with him; I would show you how flattered I really am. My hands continued exploring boy flesh. I don't really understand the reasons why Charlie and Tran were so angry about a pair of old briefs." My hands, on their own, now stroking his thighs and scrotum. My own cock stood erect. Carlos explained that the taking of anything without express orders was a violation of trust. Carlos pulled away from me saying, "I'll not lead you into temptation, Mr. Bill." After that, we talked for almost an hour about many things, especially about what his life had been like before meeting Uncle Tran through his nephew. Finally, I suggested, "Why don't you get dressed and then lie down on the couch. I think Mike will be along anytime now and I want to check on Charlie." I met Tran as I walked up to the ridge. He asked if Carlos had told me about his "failure," as Tran called it. Once again, I said that it was insignificant and that it did not merit the beating that Carlos had taken. "That is not for you to decide, Mr. Bill, not for you. Charlie is in bed; I gave him something. Please, never again ask him about things in the past. They are best left buried deep. Please. I will take Carlos home if he will come." I followed him back down to my place. Carlos was in the bedroom putting away the things he had chosen for Mike. Bowing to Carlos and looking down at his feet for several moments, Tran then raised his eyes and looking directly at the boy, he offered, "Carlos, I am very sorry. I should have listened with my heart. I care for you and want to do only that which is best for you. Will you accept my apology? I know that Captain Charlie is very sorry for what has happened. He will have great difficulty telling you that, but he will do it I think. It may take some time; he is a too proud man like you. Will you come back with me?" About that time I heard what had to Father Liam's car stopping outside. Mike came in followed by the Father. Both carried a box and a green trash bag which they unceremoniously dropped on the clean floor. Carlos clicked his tongue and shook his head; he had a grin on his face. I introduced Tran and Carlos to Mike and Father Liam who then left quickly and quietly. I continued explaining to Mike that they were part of Charlie's business and that Carlos was responsible for some of the great food we had eaten and certainly for our living in a clean place with fresh laundry. Realizing that Carlos must know of our "living arrangements," Mike blushed. Carlos tried to put him at ease, "Hey b*****r, anytime you get tired of living with this great Dad, just let me know cause I'll be on my way in as you leave. Come, Uncle Tran, these two want to be alone." He laughed and took Tran's hand, "Uncle, I ask for your forgiveness for my pride." Tran ruffled his hair and led him out. Tran turned to me and said that he would be back later to check on Charlie. They were out of sight for less than a second when Mike's arms were around me, hugging me tight to him. "Dad, I don't think I'll ever get tired of you." He kissed me. I kissed him back. "Let's go to bed!" he said in a boy voice. I asked if he wanted to tell me how it had all gone and he indicated no saying, "Later, I've thought about nothing else but doing this since we came over the bridge." By then we were standing next to the bed and I began to take off my clothes. "No Dad, let me, please?" At that point, Mike could have done anything to me that he wanted; I was putty in his strong, lean hands. In seconds we were naked with hands, legs and tongues entwined and our bodies thrusting hard into each others flesh. Mike fell back onto the bed, pulling me with him. He took both cocks in hand and began a gentle stroking of our combined flesh. My tongue probed his mouth and my hands grabbed his shoulders, pulling us together as tightly as possible and leaving space for the magic his fingers were working on both throbbing cocks. There was little finesse, there was little patience; both of us were driven to complete the act. It was sex; it was passion; it was part love. I don't think it took very long and we let go of our pent-up love at just about the same time. There were grunts, groans, love words, and finally sounds of release. "Ahh Dad, you can't believe how much I needed that; you've made an addict of me." I asked what he thought he had done to me and then after several moments of soft, gentle kissing, hugging and playing with boy and man juice, I asked him to tell me what had gone on. In just a few sentences, Mike told me that he was no longer a seminarian; that it had been difficult but not ugly and that he was happy. I accepted that. He then asked about Charlie. I told him about the events of the day leaving out the most graphic parts regarding the brutal spanking and Charlie's ugly words. "Bill, there's more to this than what you're telling me. I can see you are very upset." I shook my head and Mike knew I could not say more. "It's OK Dad, when you are ready. Well, I guess I'm here to stay with all my worldly possessions. Maybe I should put the stuff away; I don't want to upset Carlos or give him any reasons to try and get rid of me." He laughed. I thought about how little Mike had. I told him I had cleared some space in the closet and in the dresser. When Mike opened the door to the closet the new clothes were immediately obvious and I told him there was more stuff in "his drawers." He was like a k** at Christmas; there were tears in his eyes. "Nobody has ever done anything like this before for me." He began to cry. "Don't boy, don't. It's just clothes." I tried to comfort him. "It's not the things; it's the idea of thinking enough about me to do something like this." I explained that I had help from Carlos and Mike, cheering up and with that devilish gleam in his eye that was becoming increasingly more apparent, answered "Maybe I'll have to think of a special way to say thanks." "If you collect anymore friend like Paul, I'll not have room in my bed for you." I could tease too. By then, Mike had finished and fallen back down onto the bed. "Want to do it again, sweet old man?" I joined him, closed my eyes and pretended to snore. I fell asl**p. It was dark when I woke; there was a scratching and yelping at the door. It was Charlie's dog. I opened the door but he would not come in. Instead, he tossed his head and started off the deck. When I did not follow, Felix came back and continued yelping and pointing back to Charlie's with his nose and paw. Hearing Mike on the keyboard, I yelled to him that I was on my way to Charlie's and that I would be back shortly. He told me that he had lots of work to do and laughing, also that I need not hurry; we would have plenty of time later to pick up where I had fallen asl**p on him. I had difficulty keeping up with the dog. Felix was an older Shepherd and usually did not move too quickly; I sensed that something was wrong. I followed Felix into the house and then he started upstairs. In the 18 months I known Charlie, I had never entered this part of his home; there had been no reason to and I had not asked or been invited. I followed Felix through a large bedroom that had been trashed. We went into a space difficult to imagine. It was, I figured, over the 3 bay garage. Bizarre to say the least, it looked exactly like a military tent with canvas stretched to rafters and beams. There were 6 cots, footlockers, lanterns and other Corps things. Then I saw Charlie's naked body. It looked as if he had tripped over a locker or perhaps a rifle, and had fallen with or on an empty whiskey bottle that had broken open. His head also was gashed, but his arm was badly cut and there was bl**d everywhere. He had been able to fashion a tourniquet of sorts with his Speedo but his strength must have eroded and he was barely conscious. "Sorry to bother you Billy; Felix you did well." The dog howled. I grabbed a knife that on the locker and used it to twist the bathing suit tighter on his arm. "Push the red button on the wall phone there; it will bring help." he whispered to me. Stretching as far as I could, I could just reach the communications box. I did or tried anyway to follow orders; not noticing I had pushed the wrong button. "Major Paul Allen," was the sound I herd. "Paul, It's Bill. Charlie's hurt..." He interrupted, "This is not a secure line, Sir. If you will push the red button, please." and the line disconnected. I pushed the red one. "Tran is on line too, Bill. What are you doing in the barracks?" Paul asked. I quickly explained that Felix had come to get me and what I had found. Tran asked a few questions and said he would get his nephew, the doctor, and be there immediately. I said something about an ambulance and Tran said, "Not necessary, Mr. Bill. Please don't leave him. We will be there immediately." Paul asked a moment or two later, "Bill, are you there?" I could hardly talk, I nodded. "Bill, talk to me!' Paul ordered, again sounding like a Major. I told him then what the day had been like. "SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!" Paul said. Neither Paul or Charlie used words like that. "I'll be there as soon as I can get out of here." I asked Paul if he could contact Mike and tell him I would be a while and to please not come looking for me. "Will do! Dad, thanks for being there and I'll see you later tonight." The sound of a line closing echoed in the vast space. I was alone with Charlie and frightened. It must have been no more than five minutes later when I heard Mike calling my name. "Dad, Paul sent me and told me to tell you he made the decision." I told him to follow my voice. He gasped when he entered the tent. "Wow, this looks like a movie set." Then he saw Charlie. "Sweet Jesus, help him." That's what Mike prayed. I joined him. Mike knelt beside me and started acting like a doctor; he took pulse rate, examined scalp, checked pupils. After a few moments, I asked if he knew what he was doing? "When Paul called, he sounded very upset. He answered a few questions and that's when I told him about spending 3 years in med school. That's why Paul then told me everything that had happened." I looked at him with amazement in my face . "I graduated from high school at 16, did -med at Georgetown, and then went on at Tufts. I thought I wanted to be a medical missionary but you have to love medicine and I came to realize that I didn't; not enough anyway" "And you didn't think that was important enough to tell me?" I asked in a peevish voice; I was immediately ashamed. "Forget that last question Mike; I'm a bit upset here." We were interrupted by Tran's voice from an overhead speaker. He asked if Mike was there and Mike answered yes. Tran's nephew, the doctor, then took over and explained to Mike that Paul had spoken with him and then went on to tell him that there was a small dispensary at the other end of the hall from where we were and that in it, Mike would find what he needed to begin taking care of Charlie. There was bl**d in the freezer that probably needed to be thawed, and that it would be another 15 minutes before he and Tran arrived. They signed off and then Mike told me what to do, I followed his orders now. We moved Charlie and I helped as much as I could. At one point, Charlie opened his eyes and seeing Mike, he called out. "No no, no, I'm not ready to die, no Roddy, no." When the other two arrived, the nephew took over, the Doctor asked Tran and me to leave. Tran protested; he was very emotional and on the edge of breaking down. Mike gave him a hug and said Charlie would be "OK!" I then told Tran what Charlie had said when we were moving him. I took Tran's hand and led him out; we went downstairs. "I will tell you some things now that you need to know. Charlie saved me; he saved my two s****rs. We owe him everything. In Viet Nam, I became his and Bruce's hooch boy. I cleaned, cooked, ran errands and provided other services. They quartered inside the embassy walls. I was 12 or 13 when I started. Our mother was Viet , our father was French, a business man. When the war began to go badly in the north, he ran off further south and we, being of mixed bl**d, were outcasts. We fled to Saigon where my mother hoped to find our father and to work for the Americans. She was well-educated and spoke 5 languages. We soon learned that my father had been killed; probably by the uncle who took us in. He was my dead aunt's husband. My oldest s****r, 14, he turned into a prostitute. My mother was his concubine and began to drink too much; she tried to blot things out. By doing what she did, she fed us and kept a roof over our head. My little s****r, Marie, was then only 8. I spoke English and French so I was sent out to pimp. Bruce and Charlie were assigned to the embassy; I solicited there, just outside. Those two thought I was "cute." Maybe a month after I began working for Captain Charlie and Captain Bruce, I introduced Bruce to my s****r and they became involved very quickly. He would visit Michelle often at my uncle's place. He paid my uncle to keep him from making money off of her. My mother had died by then; the uncle was our keeper. Charlie never went nor did he ask for me to find him someone for comfort; he loved his wife. One of their duties was to entertain visiting people of importance. Maybe a year, almost two perhaps, later, Bruce asked me to find a girl for a visiting congressman from Texas. He would bring this man to my uncle's that night and while he stayed with Michelle, that other man would be taken care of. My s****r was now working in the embassy and saw no other man but Bruce. Bruce and the congressman had been bar hopping and were quite d***k when they arrived. This Texas man was very huge. He was taller and bigger all over than Charlie and fat. When he took of his pants the girl I had found ran away. His cock was too large. He was very angry at my uncle and at me. He saw my little s****r and said something about her being too small. Then he looked at me; his eyes were filled with evil lust. He pointed at me and asked, "How much for the boy?" It took only a minute for my uncle and the fat man to agree on a price for my body. "I tried to beg but my uncle said it's you or your s****r. I then tried to run to Captain Bruce; I called to him but he did not hear. My uncle and the fat man caught me and pulled my clothes off. The fat man bent me over the table, face down and told my uncle to stuff my mouth with his cock. My uncle, a strong man, took both of my hands in one of his and used the other to push my face into his crotch. He became erect and then pushed it into my mouth. He did that very quickly and I was gagged by his flesh. I struggled to breathe. I felt huge hands on me; they pulled and grabbed me all over. Then the Texas man pushed one finger, then two into me. I almost passed out. I screamed but the cock in my throat prevented any sound from being heard. He held onto my waist and spread my legs with his knees. His huge prick ripped into me. I screamed in silence. The pain was unbearable and I passed out for a few moments. When I came to, my uncle was grabbing his crotch and screaming too. I had bitten down on him and his manhood was hanging onto his body by bl**dy threads of flesh. I yelled to Marie to get Bruce. She ran. My tormentor was pounding his huge cock into my body. The pain, although less, was intense; I still remember it. Tran's face was covered with his tears as he told me this. Marie could not wake Bruce but was able to tell Michelle what was happening. Michelle ran to get Charlie. The fat man, having cum once and paused for only a second, was intent on again. He was still tearing at my ass with his prick when Bruce, now awake, came through the door. I was sobbing in pain and fear. My uncle had picked up a meat cleaver and was coming towards me. Seeing this, Bruce spun towards him and turned the cleaver around quickly and it went deep into my uncle's belly. The Texan did not notice anything going on around him; he continued to fuck me as hard as any man could do that to another human being. Then Bruce hit the congressman over the head with a kettle. He went unconscious. He yanked the fat man from me. As he pulled from my ass, his huge cock erupted again and again covering my back with his yellow cum. His cock was covered with cum, ass slime and bl**d. A mix of all three ran down my thighs. Bruce told Michelle to take Marie and he carried me in his arms like a baby back to the embassy. Quickly explaining to Captain Charlie what had happened, he asked Charlie to tend to me. Charlie told Bruce to do that; then Charlie grabbed his camera and went back to my uncle's place. He took pictures of the still unconscious congressman. He placed my uncles bl**dy cock in the congressman's mouth and took that picture. He took one of the congressman with the cleaver in his hand. He turned my uncle over the floor and rolled the congressman on top of him and took that and then he reversed the two and took another. He put my uncle's mouth on the congressman's ass and took that and finally he took pictures of the Texas huge cock covered with everything. I know about these pictures; I destroyed them after the congressman died a few years ago. Charlie pulled the fat, naked man outside of my uncle's place and then he set it on fire. He got a Marine, one that he knew, who was then passing by to help him bring the partially conscious fat man back to the embassy. He ordered the Marine who helped him to be silent forever on what he had seen and helped do. When Charlie came back to quarters, he sent Bruce to be with my s****rs and he himself bathed and dressed my wounds. He was so very very gentle for such a big man. I fell in love with him at that moment and I love him still. Charlie's father, also a general in the Corps, was stationed as well. Charlie told him everything that had happened I believe. The next day, the congressman and my two s****rs were on a plane back to Washington. The congressman, after seeing Charlie's quickly developed pictures, became our "best friend." He was of high rank in the senate and all immigration problems were quickly taken care of. The s****rs went to Charlie's father's wife, Sylvia. She became like a mother to them. I stayed with Bruce and Charlie in their quarters. I was not able to travel that quickly and the congressman did not want to see me at all; not then, not ever. He knew what he had done and there was great guilt in his heart. My s****rs wrote to me often; Sylvia had them both in school and they were happy. Michelle was in love with Bruce and he with her even though thousands of miles separated them. I stood then and walked towards Tran, thinking to hug him. "Please sit, Mr. Bill. I am not finished. "Bruce was very lonely for my s****r. I loved him almost as much as Charlie. One night, after he came in after drinking quite a bit. Charlie was away for a few days and we were alone. I was so lonely and I was cold. I waited for him to undress and get into his bed and then I climbed in under the covers with him. I reached down and gently took his beautiful cock into my hands and began to rub it so softly. Bruce at first tried to push me from the bed. I begged, "Captain Bruce, let me do this for you. I love you and you love my s****r." He was hard by then; he was under the influence of alcohol, and my hands were very talented. He stopped resisting and I lowered the covers. I twisted my body down and took him into my mouth and sucked him with great loving care. I explored his shaft with my tongue and then his huge scrotum. He was like a water buffalo." Charlie smiled at me and laughed then. I had a hard on that he could see easily. I licked and I sucked and I his belly, his cock, his balls and then his ass. Finally his hands reached down to my head and he pulled me up and hugged me to him. He kissed me many times. HE called me Michelle and I did not mind that at all. If that is what he had to do for his conscience, I did not mind. He put me over onto my back and he lifted my legs and spread them apart. He entered me with his big cock. It did not hurt me. I loved him. That night we made love many times. Finally, he took my small boy cock in his hand and brought me for a third time to eruption. The first two times I had cum and not even touched myself. Bruce was gentle and loving man. We continued this many times but only when Charlie was not present. "One night, Captain Charlie caught us. We thought he would be out a long time drinking but he came home early. We were naked on top of the bed. Bruce was fucking me hard and we did not hear Charlie come in. He grabbed Bruce and beat him and beat him and beat him. Bruce was not a big man; he was strong but not anything like Charlie. Charlie called him every dirty name that you have ever heard. Bruce finally curled into a ball and tried to protect himself from the punishment Charlie poured down onto him. The officer in the next room tried to come in but Charlie shoved him aside and told him to get out and mind his own business he wanted some the same. Then Charlie grabbed me and put me over his lap. He beat my ass. You have seen him do that. It was me that he was beating the other day, not Carlos I think. I took it silently knowing that it was deserved. I became erect and my cock went between Charlie's huge, muscular thighs. He was even bigger then. Charlie himself had by then an erection. You understand, he was d***k?" Tran asked me, looking straight into my eyes. I nodded. Tran continued, "His nickname then was , 10. He then put me down on the bed, face down, dropped his pants, and rammed his huge cock into me. I was not ready. It all happened too quickly. I screamed and screamed. Charlie fucked me hard, so hard and all the while swearing and calling me names. Bruce tried to pull him off of me and Charlie knocked him unconscious. By then, the Marine next door had gone to get General Putnam, the father. He came with his Gunny. Gunny was also a huge man, Black and bigger even than Charlie or his father. The general was fit and as big as Charlie. Gunny broke down the door. The general took one look and exploded. He told Gunny to get Bruce and me to the infirmary and that he would deal with his son. Gunny took Bruce first. By then, Charlie was aware of where he was and what had happened. He stood naked by the bed. His father told him to stand at attention and then the General started on Charlie. He hit him first in his gut with both fists. Then he started on his chest and face. Charlie stood absolutely quiet, still at attention. His father quietly called him a dirty ass fucking and every other word for queer that you have ever heard. General Putnam told him that he was a disgrace as a Marine, as a man and as a father. He asked Charlie what he thought his son would think of a father like Charlie were he to find out. Charlie said nothing and the General continued pounding his son. By the time Gunny returned to take me, the older man had run out of words and anger and strength. He turned to Gunny and said, "I want no record of this. I want Bruce on the first plane out of here. I want you to forget this happened as shall I." He then turned to Charlie, "I am in you. My heart is breaking. Damn you Charlie, Damn You." With that, he turned and left. Gunny started to pick me up to take me away. "I begged him to leave me, "I need to take care of Captain Charlie. Please. Please let me do that. I am alright. He will not hurt me again." Charlie still stood. His mouth was bleeding and the bruises from the punches his father had given him were beginning to appear. Gunny nodded and left. I went to Charlie and managed to get him to sit; I think he was in shock. I got towels, soap and I bathed him and put him to bed. I did that again today. I don't know even now how his mind works. One thing I do know, Charlie loves you and he may be in love with you. Please, Mr. Bill, be careful of him and be good to him. I love him." I went to Tran; I hugged him to me. Tran then called home and asked for Carlos to come out to help. I had questions. I asked where Bruce was now and Tran told me that he was married to his s****r Michelle, retired from the Corps, had two c***dren one of whom was also a doctor and that Bruce was still a friend of Charlie's. I next asked what happened the next day in the General's office. Tran started, 'It was all very polite and reserved; it was very Marine. The General asked Charlie if having sex with men or boys was a habit and Charlie told him that it had never happened before. The General accepted that and I believe what Charlie said was true. the General then asked me the same question and I told him that I was doing it with Bruce who was then still in sick bay. I told him how it had started; that it was my fault. The general was quiet for a moment and then asked if I thought I would like to join my s****rs in the United States. He went on to say that I must give him my word that I would not have any homosexual involvement from that day forward and that he would have me sent to a military school with the intent that I would join the Corps on graduation. I promised acceptance of all he wished and he said I would be on the next plane out of Saigon that had an empty seat. He then indicated that I should say my Good Byes then and there to Captain Charlie and that he would leave us alone. Charlie hugged me to his chest and with a broken voice, told me how sorry he was for what he had done. I told him that I was glad that it had happened; that I wanted him to do that to me. He spoke quietly, "Tran, I rid you of your uncle hoping to free you from that life. I was so angry at Bruce for doing that to you and at you for letting him. I may have wanted you for myself, I guess and was afraid to even think about it. Alcohol is no excuse for what I did to you. Will you forgive me?" I went to him and hugged him as hard as I could. "You promised my father, now promise me that you won't do it with any man again." This I did, I was sobbing like a baby. "Now go quickly. I still need to talk to the General." and with those words we parted. It was a few years later before I saw Charlie again and we spent only a few minutes talking about the past. He briefly told me about the rest of that morning. Charlie gave his father, not the General this time, a very hard time. The first thing Charlie said was that if his father ever put a hand on him again in anger, that he would not be responsible for what happened. Charlie threatened to kill his father if he ever struck him again. This shocked the General I am sure. I believe that Charlie told him that as a Father he had failed him all his life; that he was a failure in every way as a father. The General was not around Charlie as a young boy because of the war and he and Charlie's mother divorced a few years later. When Charlie spent any time with his father during an occasional vacation, the General was always busy and if there was a problem, the General's first reaction was to strike Charlie and ask questions later. Gunny was more of a dad to Charlie. Charlie then told his father that he had spent a good part of his early years fighting of the fagots that hung around his mother. She was a fine concert pianist and probably, after the divorce, a lesbian. Charlie also said the only reason he had joined the Marines was in the hope that his father just might love him. If Charlie had done what he wanted, he would probably be a great artist today. Charlie even accused the General of sabotaging his wedding by sl**ping with his wife's s****r after the rehearsal. Indeed the General had done that and the result was a remarriage and the birth of Charlie's half-b*****r. It is my understanding that the General stood there in silence while Charlie did this number on him. There were a litany of other wrongs. The only real father Charlie ever experienced was his Grandfather Putnam. He was a curious old man in my opinion. Charlie spent summers here on the Cape with him. Charlie said his father asked if Charlie was finished after several minutes of silence. Then the General walked to Charlie, took his hand and asked for Charlie to forgive him and told him that he loved Charlie; had always loved him and that he knew he had not shown it or ever said it. The General also acknowledged that he had been a failure as a Dad. I think they both had very intense moment then. They were in a new place, I believe. The General decided shortly after that to return to Washington so that he could be a better father to his son Alex. He had that kind of power in the Corps. I wanted to know more about Tran so I asked. "I married after I joined the Corps. My wife was the daughter of the General's steward. We have 4 c***dren; one son is gay as you probably know. He is the one with the health club in Boston; our recruiter." The other three are doing well and live away. I do not see them often enough. Tran smiled and continued. My wife died of cancer about 10 years ago and until she died I was never with anyone else. I served most of my career in Washington; the last several years working for Captain or General Charlie by then. I was aware of the relationship between Paul and Rod, and then the relationship which came to include Charlie and David after Rod's death. I wanted to join them but I had promised. After my wife died there was no longer a reason, so I have man sex now. Is there anything else? "With Carlos?" I asked. He smiled, nodded and said, "and with Paul, David, Charlie and the others." I shook my head. We sat in silence for some time. Mike came down and said that everything was going to be fine; Charlie had a concussion, that the cut in his arm had nicked a vein but done no nerve damage. He went on to say that they had emptied him out and filled him up. I guess I look puzzled. "Dad, we stitched him up, pumped his stomach and gave him transfusions. The sedative that Tran gave Charlie did not mix well with the booze and it was the fall that did the damage." He laughed. Tran did too and I guess the good news released lots of pent up emotions in all of us. Mike went back upstairs. Then Tran suggested that when Carlos came that they would fix Charlie's room and that I might get some food together as Paul would be there shortly and all of us would need to eat. I asked if he thought I could be trusted in the kitchen. Tran laughed and said, Captain Charlie says you are an excellent cook!" By then Carlos was standing in front of us looking rather grim. Quickly, Tran told him the 'good news' and we all got busy. A short time later I heard the helicopter approach and flipped the lights on that lighted the field outside the kitchen windows. The next thing I saw was a human form sliding down a rope not 15 feet from where I stood. It could only be Paul; rather a dramatic entrance. I went to let him in and was greeted with a huge bear hug and a full mouth on mouth kiss. He told me that he had talked to Mike just before he landed and then he grabbed me again and pulled my ass hard with his hands so that our crotches were strained against each other. "Dad, I've got a hard on for you!" and then he roared with laughter. "I wish I had a camera; you should see your face." I reacted; I took my hand and clutched his cock, hard, very hard. "Woooah!" he gasped. "It's not nice to fool Father Nature!" I teased back and then I pulled his face down to mine and stuck my tongue down his throat. "There, That's all you'll get from me, Sonny Boy. Now get out of my kitchen so I can finish up." I'll not bore you with the other details. We all gathered in the kitchen to eat after Mike and the doctor had secured Charlie in his bed. They both thought he would be feeling pretty good by the morning and Tran would spend the night in his room. "I asked if that also meant in his bed. After a moment of silence, Paul spoke out. "No, that's my place." Tran then took Carlos by the hand and said that seeing that he was not wanted that he and Carlos had better things that they could do. We all chuckled. I was told to leave the kitchen as it was; the crew would be in first thing in the morning. The doctor nephew who was Bruce's son, Tran and Carlos bowed smartly and were laughed out of the room. I reached for Mike's hand saying, "Michael, we have better things that we could be doing too." Paul shook his head and said "I guess I'm the only one who won't get any tonight." Mike and I each blew him a kiss. I barely made it inside our place before Mike started taking off my clothes and then his own. I let him. "I'm not sure I have the strength for all this!" I laughed. Mike picked me up and carried me to bed. His strength constantly amazed me. He put me gently on my belly and began a massage. He started with my ears, then my neck and worked slowly across each shoulder and down each arm. He pulled each hand up individually and then sucked gently on each finger. Then with his tongue, he played with my spine as his hands worked my thighs, ass cheeks, and then my calves. I felt his hot breath and then his tongue enter my ass crack. I turned over quickly; my cock stood straight up. "You are driving me crazy; I'll that cum that way if you want me to but I think I have a better Idea." With that I rolled on top of Mike, I lifted his legs and spread them and then with my own tongue, I began to bathe his belly, cock and balls. After several moments, I pushed his legs back further exposing his boy hole to my tongue. He was sweaty but clean; I had come to like that special smell. Finally I summed up the courage to do it; I rammed my tongue into him. Mike moaned with pleasure; his cock leaked all over his belly. I gathered it in my hands and applied it to my throbbing cock and with my mouth juices already at the gates of paradise, I reared up and thrust myself into Mike's hot, tight boy hole. We fucked each other back and forth for just a very short time. All of the pent-up emotions in each of us brought early climax and we both exploded loads of cum at the same time. Mine went deep into Mike's gut and his sprayed all over both of us. I collapsed onto his beautiful, firm body and I kissed him. He kissed me back and then I promptly fell asl**p. I heard Mike get up just about dawn. I stirred a bit and he told me to go back to sl**p and that he would bring me breakfast in bed after he and Paul had done their exercises. I warned him, "Be sure its only exercises you do with that Marine." Mike laughed; "Yeah Dad, he told me you made him promise. We need to talk about that." Trying to sound stern, I answered, "There will be no discussion on that boy. I set the rules here." "Yes Sir!" And with that, Paul left. Some time later I woke again and began to watch Paul and Mike through the window. I saw Charlie come up behind them. I grabbed my robe and ran outside. The boys saw my face and turned to see Charlie just about next to them; their concentration had been so intense that they had not heard his stealthy approach. Paul began to explode at Charlie. "Be quiet, Major! I need to talk to Bill." Charlie took my arm and quietly said, "Get me the hell inside before I fall on my face." I did just that and told the boys to continue what they were doing, that Charlie and I would be fine. A look passed between the Marines and Paul was silent. I took Charlie by his arm and we went into my home. Charlie then said softly, "Take me to your bed; I need to lie down. I'm OK; don't look so worried. I'm just weak from the loss of bl**d; I'll be fine in a minute." I put him into my bed and he then pulled me down next to him. "Lie here beside me but don't look at me while I talk. Please, Bill?" He began with an apology which I insisted was not necessary. I told him that I did not think I would have survived the last 18 months if it had not been for him. He raised up, bent his head over mine and kissed me; this time it was on the lips. Charlie laid back down, stared at the ceiling for s few minutes and then asked how much of his life story Tran and Paul had told me. I did not lie; I said that some things I had remembered on my own and had asked explanations of each of them. "I don't care what they told you, Bill. I just don't need to repeat any of the gory details. It's all stuff you needed to know." he went on. I asked him then about his wife and son. You go right for the jugular, Billy." I looked over to see tears begin to stream from his eyes. "I did that to my own son." I asked him what? "I beat him when I caught he and Paul in bed together. I beat him. He did not fight back. My wife came in at the end; she pulled me off of Roddy. It came out then that she had known about Paul and my son for quite some time. I was just as angry at her and almost struck her. Rod stepped between us and being the Marine that he was, asked if I would like to hit him again?. Billy, I turned and left. About an hour later I heard a car; it was my wife's. My wife, Paul and Roddy walked out to it. I called to them; I asked them to please wait. I gave them an apology; I meant it from my heart. My son shook my hand as did Paul. Neither of them said a word. My wife turned away from me; she would not look at me. They left for the airport and a flight that ended in tragedy. Paul returned with the car an hour or so later. By then I was half d***k. He began to pack his things, saying he would move into a hotel. We talked then for several hours; he agreed to stay in the Marines and to stay with me. I continued drinking that night. I was still half d***k when the word came about the plane crash. A few days later, I received a letter from my wife; it was found in her handbag. She wrote it on the plane. She loved me, Billy. She forgave me and told me that Roddy did too and that we would all talk when I returned to Washington. I did not deserve that forgiveness; not then and not now. I did to them what my father had done to me. Paul kept me alive then and for almost a year after that. I drank heavily but he protected me; very few in the Corps new what was happening to me. One night, just a year after the crash, I lost control. I started on Paul. Did he tell you we wound up in or on his bed?" I nodded. "Then you know the rest." He stopped. I became aware of laughter from the shower. The boys had finished. The door opened shortly and two beautiful, wet, naked men carried in breakfast trays. They asked in unison, "Coffee, tea or me?" It was a tension breaker; one that Charlie and I needed. We laughed and each of us patted the bed. As one, they put down the trays, pulled back the quilt that I had covered Charlie and me with, and climbed on top of us. Paul eased himself onto Charlie and Mike, with more enthusiasm, ground himself down on top of me. He whispered in my ear, "I'm yours alone, sweet old man. You can do whatever you want to these two, but I'm yours alone." I was in a semi-state of shock. This was just about one week from my first sex with Mike and now I found myself in bed with him and 2 other men. There was a bit of guilt, perhaps a flash of shame, and sprinkle of embarrassment but any doubts or regrets vanished quickly as Mike continued to slide back and forth on top of me. A combination of lust and love took charge. The fact that my best friend was laying naked next to me and about to fuck a magnificent Marine, a man that I had also had sex with added to the intensity of feelings. I began leaking pre-cum; it mixed with Mike's; there would be little need for any KY. The heat of our two cocks rubbing hard against each other was intense. Paul looked over at me and winked; I laughed out loud. Then Mike giggled. He turned to face Paul and there faces began to inch towards each other. "Hey Son, pay attention here!" I gasped and with a free hand, gently pushed Paul's head down towards Charlie's. I managed to get out the words, "My buddy here needs all your attention, boy." Once again, Mike and Paul caught each other's eye and then they rose up in unison. They each reached behind and centered a dad cock at their rings and giving each other a nod, they then screwed themselves down onto two throbbing posts at exactly the same moment. This must have been planned during their exercising. With Paul counting cadence, Charlie and I were serviced by two young studs. "Remember buddy, I bet you 10, I'll win!" Paul moaned. For the first time, Charlie and I made deliberate eye contact. We had both avoided it till this moment. We realized at the same instant that we were part of a contest. It seemed that Mike and Paul were fucking us not only out of love and lust, but also as part of some weird bet to see who could make his lover cum first. The two boys were locked in eye contact. It also occurred to me that they might be or were mentally fucking each other. There was a brief moment of angry jealousy that passed through my mind; but the whole thing was so damn erotic that I gave any negative thoughts. I figured that I owed Mike the freedom to explore sex mentally but not physically. I grimaced at my own selfishness. "Looking at Charlie, I grunted, "I can last longer than you can! I'll bet you $20." "Your a beginner, Billy Boy, just a beginner. "I'll show you how it's done." With that, his hands went to Paul's waist and Charlie, with his 10" cock still deep in Paul's ass, lifted Paul and then turned him so that his back was to Charlie's face. Charlie's hands then went to Paul's shoulders and he began bending Paul down and Charlie then began to twist so that in just seconds he was fucking Paul in the dog position. I'm not sure how it was managed. I could see Charlie's magnificent, hard muscled ass just inches down and beside my face. I took two fingers put them at Mike's mouth. "Wet em!" I told my beautiful fucker. He did and then I began toying with Charlie's ass ring and very full scrotum. I pulled down gently. His balls were the size of medium eggs; they were much larger than mine. I then softly circled his ass ring with my wet finger, teasing it. I slowly inserted one finger into Charlie's rectum till I found his Prostate and I began to massage it gently but firmly. My finger went in deeper and deeper and I increased the pressure and speed. "I play to win, friend. Never forget that." "You are a damn cheater and a fraud. Where did you learn how to do that?" Charlie panted at me. "Not fair, not fair Billy. You had best never forget that this old Yankee always gets even." He laughed and his ass muscled tightened hard on my finger. I doubted that I could pull it out even if I wanted to. I could not move my finger in and out but I could press and release and this I did with ever increasing speed. Mike was watching me and could see my fore-arm muscles tense and relax. He began timing his rise and fall to the muscle impulses he was seeing. Mike's goal was to make me cum before Charlie. Paul gathered what was happening from the conversation that passed between Charlie and me; it was difficult to understand as there was much groaning, moaning, hissing and rapid hard breathing going on. Paul worked his ass all the harder in his effort to Take Mike's $10.00 All four of us were getting closer and closer. I watched as Charlie's balls were squeezed tighter and tighter by the constricting muscles that were getting ready to expel his baby makers. I willed myself to relax in an effort to delay my own climax. Mike sensing this, bent down and stuck his long curled tongue into my mouth. He fucked me with his tongue and then he slid his lips over to my ear and began chewing. This was a sure way to speed up my climax. Charlie's thrusts into Paul's ass were shorter and faster and I knew he was damn close. I sensed a brief second of relaxation and tore my finger from his vise-grip ass muscles and slapped his ass several times; not as hard as I could, but hard enough to make his flesh burn. This did it. "FUUUCCCCCKKKKKKK!!! FUCCCKKKKkkkkkk FFFFUUUUCCCKKKKKK" Charlie screamed out several times. I was surprised by his loud use of the "F" word; it was not the language of an officer and a gentleman. I said just that in a very loud voice. Charlie turned his head to look at me, fire in his eyes and a grin on his face. I"m gonna fuck your ass for this, Billy Boy. Some day soon I'm gonna fuck you." He then continued, " I'm cumming! Take it all up your Marine ass, Boy, take it all." With that, I also gave up the ghost and sprayed the inside of Mike's boy cunt with rope after rope of hot dad cum. My use of the "F" word rivaled that of Charlie's. Mike did not climax and I guess Paul did not either. Charlie fell backwards onto the bed and Mike turned around. A limp cock slipped from his battered ass and he slid it under his ball sack. Mike did the same with mine. "Double or nothing, boy stud. I'm up $10 on you. If I cum first you owe me $20," Paul whispered. He began stroking his thick, long cock. "Your on, old man." Mike retorted. I wanted Mike to win. I quickly pulled myself from under him, turned sideways and took his beautiful cock into my mouth. I tightened my lips and drew back on his cock head, pulling on it. Before Paul could make a move, Mike began moaning. "AGGHHHhhh. Agghhhhhhhhhhhh. AAHJHHJAJHJGGHHHHH." His boy juice rocketed off of the back of my throat. I pulled off of him and looking at Paul, I stuck out my cum covered tongue, offering it as proof. The rest of Mike's juice coated my face. I did not care. Paul bent over and licked my face and sucked on my tongue. He took Mike's cum into his mouth and rolled it on his tongue. "We won, we won." I gloated. "I'm a poor winner but a great cock sucker." Paul began climaxing all over Charlie's hairy chest. He let himself down gently on top of Charlie and spilled the rest of his thick cream against Charlie's beginning to get hard again cock. I heard his whisper softly in Charlie's ear; "Your the winner, Sir. You are always the winner with me. I love you Dad, I do." The two marines then exchanged a wonderful, sensitive, soft, sensual kiss. I looked up at Mike and he knew I wanted the same from him. Mike bent over me and whispered in my ear, "You are the real winner Dad, and I do love you so much." I held him tight to me. I wondered how I could have grown to love a stranger, a young man, in such a short time. "Well, doesn't this look cozy!" Carlos giggled. Mike, full of embarrassment, rolled over quickly, slid between Charlie and me, thus covering his ass, while Paul turned over slowly so that Carlos and Tran could see his big cock. He then git himself in between Charlie and Mike. The four of us had smiles on our faces by then. "I hope you brought breakfast. What Mike and I cooked is stone cold." Paul spoke in his command voice. Tran turned quickly and entered my bedroom with a box of Dunkin coffee and bags of bagels and cream cheese. Tran and Carlos situated themselves on the foot of the bed. Damn, this was one hell of a breakfast picnic. I said it out loud without even thinking. It broke the tension and we all laughed. In a short while both Charlie and Paul stood without any hesitation in their nakedness and Paul asked, Charlie and I are going to use the shower, would any of you care to join us?" Carlos needed no further encouragement and immediately got naked. I think Mike and I were a bit surprised; I know I was. After a moment or two, Uncle Tran joined them saying, "Captain Charlie, wait. You will need to cover your bandage. I'll take care of it." I looked into Mikes face and saw puzzlement. "Are you OK with all of this?" I asked. He then frowned and finally a slow smile came across his handsome boy face, "Yes, Dad, I think I am. Are you." I thought for a moment or two. "Most of the time I am. When you call me DAD, I like that but it also gives me a little guilt. I would never be able to do this with you if you were my own son." Mike asked if I wanted him to stop calling me that. Without any thought, I said, "No! I'm getting used to it and I think of you as a lover, as a friend and then as a son." "I guess I would put us in the same order." he responded. With that, we kissed again. I then asked Mike if he wanted to have sex again with them or with Paul. "Charlie doesn't like me. Have you noticed, he won't look me in the face, eye ball to eye ball. I catch him looking at me and then he turns away quickly. I could have sex with Paul very easily, but, that would be like opening the gates. I'm still not sure I'm gay Dad, or if I want to be gay. What you and I do now is for love. It wasn't the first time. Since then, it has been. If I have sex with him, it will be for its own sake, it will be gay sex. I know you had sex with him over the weekend. I asked and he did not lie. You need to know that I'm fine with it. I know it was not like what you and I have If I thought it was, I would be hurt; but I'm not. If you want to join them in the shower, go ahead. I really don't mind." We could hear soft moans and groans coming from the bathroom. Mike's hand found my cock and he began stroking gently. I returned the favor. This time, the making love was slower, easier, more gentle and loving. Not that the other was bad, let me tell you; but I liked this better. The symphony of sounds from the bath encouraged us and we were quickly on our way to a second mutual climax. It was less intense than that of a few minutes earlier, but it was private and very, very good. I took both cocks in my hand and using the lubrication that nature provided, I stroked us both together. Our tongues intertwined and moved finally in unison. Thrusts matched the ever increasing intensity of my hands. Mike rubbed his hands across my back and then down into my ass crack. He played there for a few moments and then I felt a long finger poke its way past my ring muscle. I tensed and moaned. Quickly he withdrew his finger. "Don't, don't stop. That's all I want you to put in there, just your finger." I groaned. Mike went back to finger fucking my ass and soon found my prostate. He could feel my cock pulse harder against his. "You like that Dad, don't you!" he whispered in a low, sexy voice." I stuck my tongue further into his throat in response. My hand was now moving as fast as it could; I was close to cumming and so was Mike. Our breathing shortened and we moaned against each other as the first ropes of cum shot out, mingled and ran down between my fingers. Mike took his other hand from my chest and wrapped it around mine,; slowing down the speed of the stroke. "Damn, that was hot!" I whispered into his ear and then I stuck my tongue in it. "Dad, if you do that again, we'll never get out of this bed and i have work to do." Then we heard "normal" voices and Mike yelled for them to leave the water running. He climbed out of bed without any hesitation and paraded naked into the bath. This was the first time Carlos and Tran had seen him completely nude. Comments about his package, and the huge lots of cum dripping from his hand and cock were complimentary and I heard Mike thanking one and all for their admiration. he did not bother to explain that we had commingled our assets. I laughed to myself, turned over and went to sl**p. Some time later, I woke to find Carlos kissing my cock. I was uncovered and hard again. In fact, I think that I was hard all the time. He sensed that I had come to so to speak and looked up at me without taking his mouth from my tool. I put my hands on his head, pushed myself further into him, smiled and said, "Just do it." He reached up and took my hands off his head and wound his fingers into mine. He placed them out flat on the bed. "Lie still, Mr Bill. I'm going to give you a blow job like you have never had before, Latin style." His tongue then began to lick, tease, twirl, dart, penetrate piss slit, circle and then lick again. It was in a frenzy. Sometimes i was deep in his throat and them my ever expanding mushroom cock head lay just on his lips. He made a r trilling sound that vibrated my whole being even though it was just my cock that was feeling it. Sensing that I was close, he switched action to my sac and began working my balls. I'm not all that large so he soon had both of them in his mouth. How he managed, I'm not sure. It felt so damn hot. My hands were clutching and unclutching the sheets with ever increasing frenzy. My body was bucking up and down of the bed with a mind of its own. I began using language that I used before only in anger, Boy bitch, Suck my cock, suck all of it. Lick my balls, boy. Tongue my Dad prick. Eat my load." I think I called him a man cunt too. My words seemed to encourage him. Soon he was plunging his face down onto my pubes, his nose was burred deep. Then his lips were just at the tip and his tongue probed my slit. I could not take any more. I took his head in my hands and began fucking his face. there are no other words for it. I held myself deep in him till I felt Carlos begin to gag and only then did I let him come up off of my cock. I then f***ed myself back into his throat. This only happened two or three times before I once again exploded. The sensation of cumming was hotter. It was very hot. I guess that's because there was very little left for me to shoot out of my cock. I yelled, I screamed. It was all so fucking intense. Carlos had worked his body so that my legs were between his and he was pumping his cock against my calf muscles. As I shoot some cum deep into his throat, he covered my legs and began to slide easily there. It took me several minutes to catch my breath. I finally was able to ask, "What changed? I thought you said you would wait till Mike was not in the picture?" I laughed softly. "Why wait when I could get what i wanted right now." Carlos answered and then he slid up on me dragging his cum with him. He kissed me. I hesitated for only a moment and then I kissed him back. "Yeah, why wait?" I said. "You going to tell Mike?" Carlos asked. I thought for a moment. and then told him not unless Mike asked and that i would not lie. I did not want to upset him or make him think I loved him less. I added that I was getting to be such a pig. "Ok then; I'll tell no one what happened. You go shower and join them at Charlie's. I'll clean up here. They sent me down to get you." I was at Charlie's in just a few more minutes. I looked at my watch; it was after 3:00. I had slept another 4 hours. Mike and Paul were working in Charlie's office and talking to Dave on the phone. Charlie was sitting alone looking out over the ocean. We sat in silence for several minutes before he spoke. "I'm going back to Washington with Paul. There are some things there that I need to do. I'm also going to see a doctor." I asked if he were ill. "No. I'm going to see a psychiatrist. It's something I should have done years ago. There's only one I trust. She's Bruce's daughter and Tran's niece. She's very young, maybe 30, but she is brilliant and a damn fine doctor according to Dave. She does work for the Corps." I sat quietly and then asked if he knew what he was going to be looking at. "My anger, my relationship with my father and my son, and with y..." He went silent. He began again, "I'll be gone till Thanksgiving. I'll be back for the holiday. Mike has agreed to cover some of the physical and martial arts classes here and what he can't do, Tran or his son can. He's a good boy, Bill. He wants to earn his own way. I think he also is going to do some work for the defense department at a lab in Cambridge. That depends on a security check and some other tests. It may well mean that you'll see less of him. It's important work. I think Mike needs to do it and I want him to. I trust you'll not object or stand in his way." "Especially not if it's something you want him to do and if you think it's a good thing. Charlie, I trust you; I trust you with my life, my being. Damn it man. Last night you scared the shit out of me. I was afraid you might..." I could not continue; tears filled my eyes. Charlie took my hand in his huge strong one. "I feel the same way about you, Billy. I feel the same way. Everything will be fine; deep down I know that. I'm positive of that." we were interrupted. "Hey Dad, did Charlie tell you the good news? I've got a job; I've got two." Mike was as happy as the proverbial pig in @#%@! I f***ed a big smile, stood and hugged him tight to me. I warned him that he needed to save some time for me. He began talking to Charlie. This time, they were eye ball to eyeball and i was glad to see that. Paul stood behind me. He said softly. "I'm proud of you Dad. You have to give him some freedom. And, Carlos and I will be sure to take good care of you." He laughed. I mentioned that his long distance minutes had best be unlimited. "I'm in Cambridge once a week." The conversation between Charlie and Mike was quite formal; Charlie was hardly relaxed in Mike's company. Finally I asked how soon they would be leaving. Paul answered by saying that he had a meeting in Cambridge on government business early the next morning and Tran would be driving them to Charlie's place, a company suite, late that afternoon; they would fly military out of Bedford after that. Gathering my whits, I told both boys that I needed to talk to Charlie alone and asked that they leave us. As the did that, I called out, "You both can look but there's to be no touching!" With a big grin, Mike answered that my wishes were his command, at least for the next few days. "Smart ass k**." I muttered, "When we were finally alone again, I began, "Charlie. I just had sex with Carlos. It was very exciting and it was kind of rough. I think that's the term you guys use. That was after what we all did in bed just a few hours before. "I'm sacred, buddy. This is all new territory. What the hell is happening to me? I don't want to treat Mike like that; but Carlos wanted it that way. Do you know why?" "Charlie snorted, "You guys? I think the pronoun you wanted is WE!" Carlos is a great partner in bed. He and Tran have an agreement much like Paul and I do. We are emotionally attached and it goes a bit beyond friendship if you want the truth; it's a form of love, I suppose, Some of us like a bit of "rough sex" as you called it. I think it's more a masculine, man to man thing. Part of it is "Can you stand the pain?" I suppose. When you get in that mood, when you are using a man at his request, you only have to think about pleasing yourself. I guess the receiver gets off on being "abused." Part of it is based on combat experiences for me I think. When Paul takes me, there is that thrill. I do like it that way myself, now and then. You know I'm mostly an in charge kind of guy." He laughed softly. "Man to man for me is cleaner, more powerful. I guess it's part of the b**st, the a****l that lurks inside all of us. I can use almost all the f***e within me. If you did it that way with a woman it would hurt her; might almost be called r**e. Sure, I've met women who like it hard and fast. My Snow girl is one of them as you have seen. Her s****r, the one you play with, likes it in a more normal fashion. As to what is happening to you, your like a teenager in heat; all of this is new and exciting. I'm pretty sure you will calm down and it will begin to fall into place for you. You are not the kind of guy to worry about what is happening to you. I think, as you indicated by what you said, you are more worried about hurting Mike. I doubt that you can do that physically. He's had some excellent martial arts training; he's been schooled by an expert and that's one thing we need to find out about." Charlie paused a few moments and then went on. "You are in love with Mike. I assume you were in love with your wife a long time ago, You know that the emotion can last forever and it can last a few days," Looking away from me, "I'm betting that what you feel for Mike will evolve; it will always be love, but it will be a different kind of love eventually. That's what happened with Paul and me. It's partly an age difference thing; he's going to want to have new and different experiences is my guess. I know you well enough Billy boy, you are a survivor. It will hurt; but you will grow too. Lets see, the last part of that question was about Carlos. Carlos will be with us for some time yet. He was an abused c***d and he was thrown away by his mother; he was a boy prostitute when we took him in. He loves sex, by the way. He takes great pleasure in pleasing and he likes older men as you can tell. Will Carlos always like rough sex - I don't know. Look at his body next time. He's one of the finest male specimens I've ever seen; he's so tough physically and mentally. His emotional development is going to be guided, believe me. Carlos is a keeper. I mentioned Tran's niece. Her name is Jeanne, by the way. When Jeanne and I are done cleaning some cobwebs from my psyche, she's coming to Boston to work for the corps and for me. Carlos will be a project for her. Jean's field is gender identification in part and also helping those who are gay or homosexual to begin liking themselves. Tran's son, his real name is Jake but we all call him Jock, was the motivation for her to begin specializing in this field. If Mike comes to work for the government, Jeanne will be talking to him too. I want you to agree to that and I want Mike to be absolutely;y open and honest with her. We have to know that he can not be blackmailed. What else?" I sighed. "So it's OK for me to have sex with Paul, with Carlos, even with Tran someday? It's OK for me to do that and still ask Mike to be faithful, to have man sex with just me?" I sounded incredulous. "I think that's for the best right now and I think Mike believes that too." I stood and walked away and then back again. I looked at Charlie, and then turned my back to him. "Out with it Buddy. What else?" "If you were not leaving, would you and I have sex?" I turned to face him; my face was burning. I knew I was beet red. "Would you like that?" "Probably yes, but not the way you and Paul or you and Carlos do it. I don't think I would like that," I barely whispered. Charlie stood and walked over to me and the he was behind me. His arms went around me and he hugged me to him. I could not see his face. "When the time is right, when the time is right..." His voice was husky; he said no more. I felt his lips on the back of my neck and then his tongue was playing with my ear. I turned and I tipped my head up and I kissed him. I kissed him hard on the mouth. "I'm going to miss you like crazy, I know this is something you need to do, You kept me going this last year; I owe you my life. I love you Charlie." He kissed me back. "Billy, you don't know how strong you are. You are one of the most masculine, strongest men I know. Even if you did not have strong faith in yourself, I did. You need to have the same faith in me now." Charlie did not say anything else; we heard the door open behind us. Carlos told us that he had a late lunch, early supper ready. Charlie looked at him saying, "I suppose you want one or all of us for desert?" I blushed again. Carlos looked at me and then wiggled his ass and acted like a girl. "Why shucks, General, Sir. Anything either you or Mr. Bill might offer will be greatly appreciated." He then patted my crotch. "Mr Bill, don't worry. I would have told Uncle Tran or Charlie or both. I don't keep secrets like that from my dads. I shrugged; I had much to learn about this "brave new world." The meal was strangely quiet. Mike kept looking at Carlos and I could not read his face. I wondered if he knew that Carlos and I had done it; I decided that I would tell him later. It was decided that Charlie and Paul would drive alone so that they would have use of wheels and that Tran's son would bring the car back the next day. It was quickly loaded and I avoided looking at Charlie. I was afraid I would cry. Damn, I did not cry; I was on an emotional roller coaster. Somehow, Mike knew. "Dad, don't be so upset. I'm here for you and the General will be back again in a few weeks. Paul told me what's happening. He really needs some professional help. It will be OK." Saying that, he hugged me and suggested that we say our Good Byes and leave quickly and quietly. We did as Mike suggested; a brief hugs and handshakes were exchanged all around. Charlie whispered in my ear, "Semper Fi, Buddy, Semper Fi." Mike took me home. I suggested that we walk along the beach; it was not cold and the late afternoon sun caused brilliant contrasts on the waves and on the salt marsh behind us. I told Mike what had happened between Carlos and me and that I was full of questions about what was happening to me and to him and to us. "Bill," he used my name,"I can't answer for you. I've had some in-depth psychological training and I'm not sure about myself. I know what's going on between us is real and that it's good; it's right. I don't know about tomorrow or next week. We need to meet each day as a challenge and work through it. I don't mind what you did with Paul," and laughing softly, "Carlos is a little different though. He's direct competition. He could fall in love with you. You just be careful there; I don't know if you have enough for the two of us." I let him know that he would always be my number one son and that I had no intention of getting emotionally involved with anyone else. "What about the Snow girl?" Mike asked. I wondered how the hell he knew about her. I muttered that people around here talked too much. "Aww Dad, it's really fine with me. I guess I'm just a liberal guy. You can put that beautiful cock of yours into anyone or anything you want but tell me that if you begin to fall in love that you will tell me." I made that promise. Mike took my hand and we went home. We went to bed early. Love making later that night was slow and easy, soft and gentle. We each took the other deep into our mouths. I was amazed at how easy it had become to do this; I had to stifle a laugh at myself. It would have destroyed the mood and Mike was intense in what he was doing to me. Tran woke us early the next morning. He came to be sure that Mike was up and ready for his first day on the job. While we both dressed, Tran told Mike that he thought that there were two or three of the "students" that might challenge Mike's authority or might try to test his leadership. Mike seemed not to be worried at all. There were 12 young men there when we entered the gym. Tran introduced Mike and explained that he would be leading the training and martial arts classes for a month or so. Mike, wearing his belt, walked to the front of the room and Tran and I went to the back of the room. All but two of the trainees, they were in the back row, fell into place and stood formally and bowed to Mike. These two just looked at him. Mike ignored this and began to go through a series of movements. I had no idea of what was happening; I had not attended one of Charlie's early sessions. I usually joined in the swimming or exercise segment. The two resistors just stood. Mike walked up to the bigger of the two. He was as tall as Mike and several pounds heavier; he was probably stronger and in perfect physical condition. Mike said directly to him, You will respect the traditions here; you will respect the master." "Make me." In a split second, the speaker of those two words, I think his name was Carl, was flat down on the floor, Mike had his crotch pressed hard into the guys basket, one of the Carl's arm's was twisted sideways and Mike's hand was around his throat. "I can make you do anything I want you to do. If you so much as breathe the wrong way, I can make you die." The other students stared. "The rest of you face front; Mike said, "This is a private matter." All did as they were ordered to do, including the boy standing next to Carl. Mike increased the pressure on the guy's crotch. Mike had an expression on his face, a look in his eyes. I had seen it before but not on Mike's face. It was the look I had seen on Charlie's face when he had disciplined Carlos; it was exactly the same. I knew then, for sure, that Mike and Charlie were closely related. Mike began to slowly pump his cock against the guy on the floor. Mike, releasing his hand from Carl's throat, told him to turn over. The sound of tearing fabric filled the room. Several of the others there turned to see Carl's naked ass exposed. "I'll not say it again, you will all face front or face the same punishment." I wanted to leave; part of me did. "Leave your face on the mat and raise the rest of you up on your knees," Mike continued. Carl hesitated. Mike taking Carl's balls in one hand and squeezing them, spoke loudly enough for all to hear, "I'll rip these off of you if you fail to do as I tell you." Carl fought the nausea and took rapid, deep breaths. Mike's 8" long, now steel hard prong had escaped through the bottom of his shorts. Kneeling behind Carl, he centered it on Carl's ass ring and with one massive thrust, buried himself in Carl. One loud, body wrenching scream echoed through the gym. I ran from the gym; Tran remained fixed in place. It was only a matter of seconds before Mike caught up with me. "Dad? Dad, please come back inside. I could hardly look at him. I'm sorry Dad." Mike was almost in tears. "I need you with me; I need you." I shook my head. "I'll apologize; anything. I need your support in there." "I don't understand what you did. Why?" I asked. "I don't understand all of it myself. I've read several times that the Ancients did that to their vanquished. He challenged my manhood. I wanted to. The urge came from deep within. Part of me is so ashamed and part of me..." He was quiet. I had some understanding of the primal urge; had I not done almost the same thing to both Paul and Carlos? I took Mike's hand. "You will do what feels right. I can't tell you what to say or do." We walked back into the gym. Tran was standing before the boys and they were following his every move. Carl, standing naked, did as the rest. When Mike walked up to the front, Tran bowed and quickly joined me at the back. He bowed and as one, all of those present, including Tran and I, acknowledged the teacher in a similar fashion. Not a word was spoken. I had difficulty keeping up with the class and my concentration suffered because of the naked ass that was not more than 8' in front of me. It was a magnificent piece of man flesh. There was just a bit of redness at the ring; it was visible only when Carl bent all the way over. After 20 minutes, Mike bowed once again and the students began to exit. Tran stood quickly in front of Carl and hissed, "You will stay." Mike came to us and stood directly in front of Carl. Tran again spoke softly, "You will apologize to the teacher, you will beg his forgiveness." Mike raised his hand as if to cancel Tran's order. Tran spoke so that everyone could hear, "The traditions will be observed." Carl did as he was told to do; he bowed deeply from the waist and in a quiet voice, "Teacher, I am sorry I questioned your authority. It will not happen again." Mike bowed and answered, "I regret loosing my temper." The two men looked at each other. Strangely, Carl's face registered desire; his 7" cock stood straight out. Tran turned to the others standing there and clapped his hands once. "Carlos and I will lead you on a run. We need to let fresh air clean our minds." Carl spoke first. "I would like you to finish what you started, Teacher. It will be my first time." Mike looked at me with a question in his eyes. "I think you need to finish this alone." I turned to go. "Please Dad, stay with us. Do you agree Carl?" "As you wish, teacher." Carl turned and bowed to me and then to Mike. My shorts were tented and Mike's hard cock was once again outside the hem of his shorts. "Wet it form me, then." Mike whispered. Carl bent over and took Mike's cock head into his mouth. He gaged almost instantly. I told him to do it slowly. Carl's tongue began to explore Mike's shaft. My fingers wandered on their own over Carl's beautiful body. I began to tease his ring and then I pushed one finger into him. He moaned and then tightened his sphincter muscle and pushed back on my finger. He groaned again. The vibrations caused Mike's cock to grow even larger. I could see by his face that he was fighting back the need to cum. I took my finger from Carl and then inserted two. He gasped and sucked in air. Mike pulled his cock from Carl's mouth and it bounced against his face. I continued loosening up Carl's ass. I slapped his cheeks once and used my hand to turn him. Carl stood straight; he was about my height. Mike took his wet cock, pre cum oozing from his slit, and placed it against Carl's ring; his hands he then used to grasp Carl's waist. i took Carl's face in my hands and drew him to me. I pushed my lips hard against his mouth and my groin hard against his groin. I pushed him back onto Mike's cock. Carl screamed; it was not as loud as before. I pushed my tongue into his mouth and in moments his tongue began to dance against mine. Mike and I found a rhythm quickly. The two of us balanced each other's thrust and Carl was the object between us. His moans were those of passion. Mike's hand came up onto Carl's head and he pushed it to my shoulder and then he wrapped his hand around my head drawing my mouth to his. Mike's tongue parted my lips and his thrusts there matched those of his cock in Carl's hole. Mike held my head in his big hand. His tongue and cock pounded relentlessly for only a minute or two more and then gasps of release and pleasure racked his body. Thoughts of his ropes of cum spurting into Carl's no longer virgin ass made me join him in this moment of release and I spread my seed all over Carl's cock and belly. With that, Carl released his load on me. He pulled his face back up and there was a trio of tongues dancing. I think it was Mike that held us all standing; but in a minute or two, all three of us lay intertwined on the floor. Hands and mouths explored body parts and openings. I turned to see Carlos watching from the doorway; he was jerking off. "Get over here Carlos. Get over here."