Date: Sat, 27 Nov 2004 16:58:29 -0800 (PST)
From: Bill Thomas <hottoppop@yahoo.com>
Subject: Senior Moment, Part 17

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 kid." 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 beast, the animal
that lurks inside all of us.  I can use almost all the
force within me.  If you did it that way with a woman
it would hurt her; might almost be called rape.  Sure,
I've met women who like it hard and fast.  My Snow
girl is one of them as you have seen.  Her sister, 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 child 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."