Date: Fri, 12 Nov 2004 13:58:19 -0800 (PST)
From: Bill Thomas <hottoppop@yahoo.com>
Subject: Senior Moment, Part 14

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 sister
Michelle, retired from the Corps, had two children 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
sisters 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 sleeping with his wife's
sister after the rehearsal.  Indeed the General had
done that and the result was a remarriage and the
birth of Charlie's half-brother.  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
children; 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 asleep.

I heard Mike get up just about dawn.  I stirred a bit
and he told me to go back to sleep 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 blood; 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 drunk.  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 drunk 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."