Date: Tue, 2 Nov 2004 14:59:10 -0800 (PST)
From: Bill Thomas <hottoppop@yahoo.com>
Subject: Senior Moment, Part 12

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 blood 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 brother, 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 kid 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 asleep.  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 asleep 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 blood 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.