Date: Fri, 21 Jan 2005 11:17:10 -0800 (PST)
From: Bill Thomas <hottoppop@yahoo.com>
Subject: Senior Moment, Part 23

"You need to shower and get cleaned up.  Bill and I
are not finished here."  Charlie, in an abrupt
military voice,  stated to the boys as they came into
the kitchen.

"That's easy to see!" snorted Carl and he pointed to
Charlie's wet shorts and to the cum drops on the back
of my legs.  "I saw you two in the window.  Looks like
the high and mighty dad got his ass fucked by the big
General."  There was the sound of stifled laughter.  I
kept my eyes straight ahead.  The sound of a single
slap or blow echoed off the walls and there was a
slumping sound as someone landed on the floor. The
look in Charlie's eyes must have silenced the rest of
them rather quickly.  I don't know who put Carl down.

"Sir, yes Sir!"  It was Paul speaking, and then I
heard someone pick Carl up and then I heard them
leave.  I did not turn around.  I thought they had all
left but I felt familiar arms around me.  I turned
enough to see Mike's face.

"We didn't do that Mike."  It came out of me as a
whisper.  My body was shaking.

He told me "It's OK Dad, it's OK.  I don't care what
you and Charlie did.  Please don't be so upset.  It's
OK.  I know you love him."

"And I love him; leave us son."  Charlie took Mike by
the shoulders and headed him towards the door.  "Let
me talk to Bill."  I felt like a damn old fool.  Even
now, I can't tell you why I was so upset.  Charlie
hugged me.  "It's my fault, Billy.  I should have been
more careful.  Those guys understand.  Most do anyway
and I'll make Carl understand."  I stood leaning
against him for several minutes.  There was a soft rap
on the door.  "Come!"  Somehow, Charlie knew who it
was.  "Paul, take him home and get him calmed down and
cleaned up." he ordered.

"I hope you understand; I don't.  I'm OK.  Let me
finish getting dinner ready.  Paul can help me if
that's fine with you.  You need to get cleaned up
yourself."  I actually laughed.  Charlie smiled,
nodded and left.  Paul and I worked for another 30
minutes and we were on our way out when Charlie came
back into the kitchen followed by Carl.  It was easy
to see that Carl's attitude was very, very different.

Charlie began, "I have a boy here who need to take an
important step towards being the man I think he can
be.  Will you allow Carl to talk with you?  He needs
to do that."  I hesitated.  "As a favor to me, Bill?"
Charlie asked.  I nodded.  Charlie and Paul left.

I looked at Carl.  I could see red spots on his face
and upper body.  Someone had "taught" him a lesson.
"I'm sorry, Bill.  I was way out of line. I won't
blame you if you refuse my apology.  I was angry about
last night; I thought you were looking down on the
rest of us.  It was explained to me that you have your
reasons.  I know you love Mike and that he loves you
and I'm jealous of both of you, that you love..."  His
voice broke.

"We do love.  I don't want any apology, especially if
it's been beaten out of you.  We're both new at this.
I don't understand a lot of this man to man thing
myself so I can understand your frustration.  What I
don't understand is your meanness of spirit.  These
guys here won't tolerate that; I won't.  I would have
thought you would know that.  You've been here almost
a year."  I paused for a breath.

"Dad.  Can I call you Dad too?  Please..."  He looked
so much like a little boy.  "My being sorry, the
apology is from me.  I was sorry the minute I said
what I said.  My mouth gets me into trouble and it has
done it before.  I'm working on it.  I answered the
General back and that's when Dave slapped me around
some.  I deserved it.  He's a Dad too."  Carl grinned
a bit.   I shook my head and smiled at him - just a
bit.  He was a gorgeous man child, especially with
tears in the corners of his eyes.  The next thing I
knew I was surrounded by his big arms.  He hugged me
tight; Carl was almost as big as Dave and Charlie.
"Can I help you get cleaned up?  I heard general
Charlie tell the major.  Can I Dad?"

When he let go, I wheezed, "Yeah, you can call me Dad
if it's OK with Mike.  What I want to know is who
decked you in the kitchen."  We were almost out of
Charlie's place when Mike joined us.  Carl pointed at
Mike and winked at me.  Again I laughed.  Carl made a
very polite request to Mike.

"If Dad says it's fine then it's great with me.  That
makes me the middle brother.  I like that position.
Maybe Paul will take you on as his other kid brother.
He's good at that."  Mike laughed at his own joke.
The two boys began undressing me and then themselves
the minute we walked through the door.   I felt Mike's
finger in my ass crack.  "Mmmmm, General's gooo.  Want
some?"  Carl grabbed for Mike's finger and almost
swallowed it whole.  They were such clowns.

"Don't be so damn crude!" I warned.

Mike looked at me with that sweet smile.  And then
turning very serious, he continued, "Dad, I said it's
OK and it is.  Please don't let this become an issue
between you and me."

I struggled with my own emotions for several seconds.
"Let's all of us take a shower."  The boys whooped and
jostled to see who would be first through the
entrance.  " Go easy before one of you gets hurt!"  I
warned.   From both of them at once, in feigned little
boy voices I heard, "Yes daddy, we'll be good boys."
And, they were.

In seconds, Carl was on his knees behind me and his
tongue began snaking up and down the deep clef between
my ass cheeks.  It touched my ring on both the up and
down strokes and in seconds my cock was pointed
straight out.  Mike began kissing me on the forehead
and his tongue gently explored my eye sockets, the
bridge and then the length of my nose and then each
ear received his attentions.  His soft lips closed on
each of my lobes and pulled gently before his tongue
darted in and out.  I turned my face quickly so that I
could meet his tongue with my own.  One of Carl's
hands was on my cock now and the other reached around
and found Mike's.  He stroked both cocks in unison. I
felt his tongue digging deeper and lower. "Ahhh" he
moaned, "More General's Goo Chicken!" and with that,
he nibbled on my sac.  I burst into laughter.  Carl
was crude but funny; I had relaxed.

Mike pulled away from me for just a moment, "Dad, it's
good to hear you laugh!" and then, in a tone deeper
and louder, "Carl, I did not think that was funny."
Carl let go of my sac and gulped Mike's cock; he
swallowed all 8".  "Now that's not funny either; but
it sure feels good."
Mike bent his head and sucked on my man tits.  He soon
was on his knees eating my cock and Carl was on his
back on the floor with his head and mouth where they
needed to be.  The thought occurred to me that this
would be my fourth sexual escapade in 24 hours.   I
sighed.
Mike let me go and quickly looked up into my face,
"What's wrong?  Am I not pleasing you?"

"4 times in 24 hours.  I'm an old man.  Indeed you do
please me; more than you know.  You both do."  I let
myself down onto my bed.  Somehow we had worked our
way closer and closer to it.  Carl climbed between my
legs and began working on my ass again.  I asked where
he had learned that trick and he made some comment
about Mike and I having left the party too early the
night before.  Mike now knelt over me with his cock
and beautiful ass over my face and he took me into his
mouth.  I returned the favor.  A tongue in my ass, a
cock in my mouth, and my cock in a mouth... and I
began to cum.  I did not even feel it begin; it just
happened.  Mike did the same and then Carl, stimulated
by my constricting ass ring, let his load fly.  Cum
was everywhere.  This was a Thanksgiving day to remember.