Date: Sat, 25 Jun 2005 11:20:54 -0700 (PDT) From: Bill Thomas Subject: Senior Moment, Part 28 A reminder that this is a work of fiction... It's been several months since I've written anything. I suggest to new readers that you might want to spend a few minutes with the earlier parts. This is a story of love and loving sex, and sex involving older men, middle aged men and younger men. Play safe. Mike hugged me tight. He kissed me on my lips and one hand caressed my crotch. I was startled. "I'm going to miss you Dad. I've wanted you for the last 3 days. He quickly unzipped my fly, dropped to his knees and took me into his mouth. I did not respond immediately. "I want to talk to you!" I moaned. "Later, we haven't much time for the important things." He laughed softly. I rose to the occasion and began sliding in and out of his hungry mouth. If Mike was doing this to reassure me, or calm me down, or just make me feel good I did not know. What I did know is that it felt damn good. I dropped to the floor and pulled his cock out of his pants and began to kiss and lick it. I was going to give him as as good as he was giving me. We both knew that we had little time and hurried to climax. It was intense, fast and the strokes and tongue work matched the intensity of the occasion. We must have sounded like to pigs in rut. The distant sound of chopper blades pushed us on and we had a mutual orgasm. It seemed like just seconds before there was a soft knock and I heard the door open. I twisted my body so that Mike and I were face to face. Our tongues joined in a quiet dance. "Please Mike, be careful." I whispered as best I could. "I'll do that. Just know that I love you and I'll see you next week." He stood, zipped, turned, smiled at Charlie and thanked him for the few moments he had given us. Charlie gave him a huge bear hug and said something about being welcomed to the corps. Charlie then went on, "Mike, I'll watch over your dad here. He's my best friend." Mike turned to Charlie and kissed him too. "MMMMMmm, that tastes good!" Charlie said softly so that just Mike and I could hear him. Paul and Carl came in; Paul had a duffel bag of Mike's things. You packed too much. Charlie took the bag, emptied it and sorted and repacked it quickly leaving half of the stuff on the floor. He laughed. "Bill will bring whatever else you need later. "Let's go!" Paul commanded. There was a new tone in his voice; he was the man in charge. I grabbed Mike again and Paul quickly hugged the two of us and then separated us. "No Time." Charlie came to me and put his arms around me. "I'll spend the night with you." We followed the two of them outside and stood watching till the chopper was out of sight. "This is the beginning of the end." I said softly to Charlie. He answered, "I know its a cliche Buddy, but every ending is also a new beginning." This was a Thanksgiving that we would all remember. Charlie and I spent hours talking before we went to bed. Well, Charlie did most of the talking. My mind wandered over the last few weeks; I wondered what would happen to me know. I wondered how all of this would end. Charlie suggested we go to bed. I followed him upstairs. Exhausted emotionally, I stripped and not bothering to shower, climbed between the sheets. Charlie fitted his tall, lean body against mine; my back was to his chest. I could feel his cock now hard against my ass cheeks. I said nothing and within moments, was fast asleep. The last thing I remember was hearing my friend say something like "Soon, good buddy, soon." We were awakened by Tran. He bustled into the bedroom with a breakfast tray. "Neither of you has much time. There is work to be done." He left us alone. Charlie's hands pulled me hard against him and his mouth covered mine. His tongue parted my lips and forced its way in. "MMMmmmm, you taste good, even in the morning." I began to respond in kind. My cock rose to meet his and we began a slow and steady pumping action. I needed to use the toilet but this was a need far more demanding. I reached down and circled our cocks with my dry hand. This increased the friction and the sensations. Soon there was a natural lubricant that was coming from both of us. The sliding became faster and easier. Charlie's long arms held me fast and his big hands held my ass cheeks as he began ramming his huge cock hard against mine and then up onto my belly. My cock was against his balls and then between his ass cheeks. In just a few more moments I felt that wonderful hot wetness as my best friend's cum squirted out against my belly. His head bent down and his lips once again pressed hard against mine whispering, "Good, Lover, very good." With that, my juice erupted against his ass. He leaned back, his body now erect, and his ass pressed down on my cock holding it still and hard against his ring. I continued pumping ropes of cum against his ass ring. I moaned softly. We stayed like that for a few minutes. Nothing more was said but Charlie slid himself up and down my softening cock. Our eyes were locked together; each was reading the others face. I, or we, saw love, passion, excitement, contentment, need, trust, and an host of other emotions. Tran came back in without bothering to knock. "Will you shower or eat first? It's getting cold." He pointed with his chin to the breakfast things. Separating ourselves, we both reached for the food. "You are piglets; you do not bother even to wash your hands." Laughing, he took from behind his back, he tossed us to very wet, very hot hand towels. Charlie showered first and while he was doing so, Tran made a phone call and began conversing in his own language. Shortly, I was told to stand. I did so, naked, with a soft wet cum covered dick hanging softly between my thighs. I did not even try to hide it. He put the phone on speaker and took from his pocket a tape measure. Answering the man on the other end of the line, he began a series of measurements. after several responses, there was a pause and then a soft laugh. Tran took my cock in his hand, stretched it out and measured it too. He leaned in closer and began to lick it. I sort of tried to pull away. I did not try to hard. In seconds I was hard again and Tran took another measurement of length and then of circumference. Each time he told the man on the phone what he had found. Tran's mouth began working my glans in earnest. Even though I heard the shower stop, I made no effort to pull back. Tran was very good at what he was doing. I heard Charlie approach. His great long cock soon forced its way into Tran's mouth beside mine. I worried that we would strangle the man on his knees in front of us. I again attempted to pull back but Tran's hands held one of Charlie's ass cheeks, the other hand held one of mine. His tongue swirled around both cock heads held my his wide open mouth. The listener asked what was happening. Charlie, in Viet or some Asian language spoke back. I am sure he was describing in detail what was happening. Tran's hand dropped to his zipper and he soon had his own cock free; he was stroking it madly. I was the first to drop my load. Tran was second. I withdrew slowly from Tran's mouth and he began to work Charlie's cock flesh deeper and deeper into his throat. In what seemed like just seconds, the entire ten inches were inside of Tran's mouth. Charlie began murmuring strange words; I think they were love words, I'm not sure. Charlie's body began to go rigid; he was up on his toes; he held himself still. I stood back and looked. His ball sac had tightened and I could see it begin to convulse. the muscles there were propelling his semen and sperm deep into Tran's body. Charlie held himself on his toes; he did not move at all. a soft "Aggggggghhhhhhhhhh" escaped from his throat. Gradually, as the spasms subsided, Charlie eased himself down onto his large flat feet and he took Tran's head in his hand and gently caressed Tran's face and shoulders. Tran let Charlie's cock drop from his lips and in English, announced that we, Charlie and I, had given him a delightful breakfast. We heard from the speaker on the phone, a moan and then a guttural cry. >From the speaker, first in English and then in Viet, a very soft "Thank you." The phone went dead. Tran rose and slapped each of us on our asses. He pushed me towards the shower and then began reaching for uniform parts for Charlie. I laughed out loud.