Date: Sat, 16 Oct 2004 11:48:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bill Thomas <hottoppop@yahoo.com>
Subject: Senior Moment, Part 7

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 brother 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
family 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 asleep 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 sleep; 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 sleep 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 family 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 sister.  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 sisters 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 brothers.  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 drunken 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 raped me.
It would have been rape 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 sleep
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.