Date: Sun, 30 Jan 2005 17:12:31 -0800 (PST)
From: Bill Thomas <hottoppop@yahoo.com>
Subject: Senior Moment, Part 25

Dave and June, after being invited, decided to join us
for dinner.  Kenneth's wife, Linda the nurse, had
returned from duty while we were upstairs; Ken had
cooked; dinner started in silence.  Finally, at
dessert time,  Linda asked how long it would be before
we would get over the "shock."   She looked at Mike
with great affection; "Mike, I wanted to tell you so
much of this years ago but I stood by Priscilla's
request for silence."  Priscilla interrupted by saying
that she had still some things to share at a later
date.  Linda was quiet.  Conversation did become more
relaxed, however.  Priscilla went on to suggest that
after dinner, Kenneth would walk Dave and June over to
Charles' place and then asked if I would stay for a
few minutes before I went to my daughters. It was easy
to see the "Putnam In-Charge" family trait.

"William, I'm glad you rescued  Michael from the
church.  That was Kenneth's influence; he's very
Catholic.  It would have been such a waist of a
fantastic mind.  I have no problem with your
relationship but I don't think it will last."  I
nodded agreement.  "Michale has needed a father for a
very long time.  Kenneth was good to him, but it was a
'duty' for him.  Kenneth is a bit homo-phobic so the
less you say about that the better.  He is aware of
what you and Michael do.  Kenneth wants a son of his
own but he and Linda have medical problems.  It's
Kenneth that trained Michael in the defensive arts;
that he did give to him; and part of that was to take
Michael away from his music.  Kenneth thought of that
as 'gay'.   What I want to talk to you about is
Michael's parentage.  I know David and Paul are
looking into it; I hope they will wait till they are
positive before anything is revealed to Michael.  His
mother, Jessie, is alive and well, but I don't know
where she is.  I've not heard from her or about her
since my General passed on and that's 10 years ago.
David can find her if he wishes; she is involved with
the Corps.  Even now, I'm not sure which Putnam is or
was his father.  I do not know if it was Charles' son
or Charles' half brother.  Sylvia will have great
difficulty identifying him from his DNA because of
Michael's closely related blood lines.  Charles'
mother was also my second cousin.  Oh yes, we are an
incestuous bunch; things like this don't just happen
in foolish soap operas. Most old Cape families are
inter married."  With that, she handed me a small
framed picture.  "That is Charlie's mother and my
sweetest lover.  Inside is a lock of her hair that I
want back after Sylvia takes what she needs; it should
help.  Her father's genes are quite separate from the
rest of ours; he was directly from Scotland.
Charles' father, Lt. General Bradford Putnam, was a
narrow-minded, self-righteous, mean-spirited, racist
man.  Sylvia did reform him after they married,
though.    She had almost 18 years with Bradford.  He
took after his mother; not the Putnams. That's not
entirely accurate on my part; My John was also quite
unforgiving as was his father before him.  They drove
my sister away from the family because she married an
Indian and John made it a condition of our
relationship that I not acknowledge Anita and later
Kenneth.  That is a weakness and a shame of mine that
shall go with me to my grave.  My niece, Jessie's
mother, never forgave the Putnam family for that; she
is a person filled with hate.  It is most fortunate
that Michale was not infected by her though she raised
him.   Bradford was already dieing when Michael was
conceived and my grand niece was part Indian.  My John
worked with Eduardo to conceal Michael's birth.
Bradford died shortly after Michael's birth and
Michael became the child that John and I never had.
John set up a trust to provide for Jessie's education,
to support his grandmother who is listed officially as
his mother, for Michael and his support and education,
and finally for my support.  Unfortunately, Michael's
grandmother had access to it and there is now almost
nothing left; it's been spent by her on drugs and
alcohol.  She is in MacLean hospital as we speak."  I
sat there and just nodded.  It was too much to
comprehend.  "Kenneth has been paying the expenses for
this house for the past few years and my government
pension keeps me going.  John got over the distaste of
having a half-breed great or great great grandson.  Oh
how we enjoyed that boy.  When John passed on, I
retreated emotionally.  I shut Michael out.  How
Michael's last tuition will be paid, I do not know.
I'll try."  For the first time I saw emotion;
Priscilla was in tears.  "I promised my General...."
I took her hand in mine and told her that I would be
responsible;  I had a trust fund payment of my own
that would arrive on January 2.  "I am tired, William.
 Perhaps it is time for you to leave."
Linda came into the room as if on cue.  She saw me to
the door.

We walked to my truck together,  "Bill, I love Mike
like a son.  So, I love you."  She hugged me.  "I want
what's best for Mike and you may not be it.  Maybe
I'll see you tomorrow; perhaps you can meet here
rather than at the lab.  Oh yes, I know all about
that, too."

"Mike and I will be parted soon enough." I said sadly.
 "He'll be leaving me after graduation but he's
already asked me to stay on as his Dad.  I'm aware of
how he looks at June."  I asked, "Do you believe in
love at first sight?"  She nodded yes.  "I think he's
about to fall in love with June."   Linda hugged me
again and I said nothing more.

My grandchildren were still awake when I arrived.
They made the day seem so much better.  Friday was
busy; I baby sat while my daughter did errands.  With
some reluctance, I left for Cambridge at 4:00 and
drove back to Holly Street.  I saw Dave walking
towards the house as I arrived.  I looked for Mike and
Dave told me that he and June had left for coffee
about 3:30.  Kenneth greeted us with a somewhat smug
smile.  "Looks like you two have lost Mike; he just
called; he's decided to stay with us for one more
night and he and June will take the bus down late
tomorrow."  Looking directly at Dave, his voice
changed:  " I was in the Corps myself Sir, and I don't
much like what happens at your little camp in Eastham;
it's not the Marine Corps I joined. My Uncle Tran has
been caught up in your little scene too.  I know about
my cousin as well.  I hope Mike gets out before it's
too..."

Linda joined us at this point and gave Kenneth a look
that silenced him; he walked away.  "Ken has not
forgiven the Corps for retiring him after his injury;
he sees only black and white.  He's really a softee
underneath."  After asking after Priscilla who we were
told was out,  Dave and I left quickly.  I handed Dave
my keys and he gave me a big grin.  I thought "boys
and their toys."

We drove in silence till we were on the expressway.
"You can bet Ken is no softee!" Dave chuckled.  "He
was one of the best combat instructors we had.  Too
bad he was violent towards some trainees; it wasn't
too bad till a group of them met him alone one night.
That was the 'accident.'  I doubt Linda knows the
truth.  No wonder Mike is so good.  Tran does not care
for him very much, by the way."

I was not smiling; I kept my eyes straight ahead and
was silent for the next 20 minutes or so.  Dave
continued to try to make conversation; his last
attempt was,   "You were pretty cool back there with
Ken's shit; Charlie is right,  You would have made a
good Marine.

I waited, thinking of what I wanted to say.  "I'm more
than OK with what Mike is doing and I understand quite
well how Ken thinks; I don't really blame him.  He
thinks he's a dad for Mike, too.  If being a Marine
includes drugging one of your best friends; I'm glad I
was never in your Corps.  Whose idea was that?"

"It was mine.  I should apologize; I asked Charlie
right at that moment to get you to do it.  Tran said
you looked like your blood pressure was high; you
looked stressed and I truly needed to talk privately
with Mike and June.  It's not something I do
regularly; I'm not proud of myself."

Thinking about my best friend Charlie, and with a
certain amount of bitterness I asked,  "Do the goals
of the Corps superseded the trust of friendship; the
deceit or abuse of your best friend?"

"Bill, If Charlie had had time to think, he probably
would have refused.  I would really be angry at myself
and disappointed in you if you let this get in the way
of your friendship.  I don't think there is anything
more I can do or say."  I'm not one to brood or hold
grudges; I admired Dave and I loved Charlie.  I took a
glance at Dave; he looked troubled and he sure looked
good.  I fought a smile; but gave in.  Seeing that
sign, Dave grinned and asked, "You are the man Charlie
says you are; does that smile mean I'm forgiven?"

"Yeah, but I don't trust you all that much,"  I
answered.  Dave placed his hand on my thigh,

 "Maybe I can earn that trust back. he responded
quietly."

I began to laugh.   "You Marines think sex is the
answer to every problem; we'll see."  Traffic was
light because it was a post holiday Friday afternoon.
His hand began to wander up and down my leg and across
my basket.  I was as hard as a rock in just seconds.
By then, we were at the rest stop by the North River.
Dave pulled in; the stop was empty.  In seconds, he
had my fly down and he had my cock out.

"I'll be happy to apologize in the best way I know
how, Sir.  This Marine is at your service."   Not
saying another word, he bent over and took all of me
into his mouth.  I was in shock.  Dave was far more
often a top; I had never really seen him like this.
The fear of being discovered fled my mind.  We sat
high off the ground in my truck; a casual observer
could see nothing.  I relaxed, leaned back, close my
eyes and let the sense of pleasure spread through me.
In just a few minutes I began to pump up into Dave's
face.  Pulling off to catch his breath, "That's right
Sir, punish this grunt for his grievous error of
judgment."  He went back to working on my flesh.
Fleeting thoughts, memories of my first time with Mike
flashed across my closed eyelids.  I opened them and
concentrated on the buzz cut head that was moving up
and down on me.  I wanted to cum and to cum quickly.
I used my hands to guide Dave so that he let my glans
slide all the way out of his mouth on each up stroke.


"I like it easy, Dave.  Be gentle with me."  I heard
or rather felt Dave laugh.  His throat constricted and
that was enough to send me over the edge.  I blasted
man juice against the back of his throat.  Dave, not
wanting any stains on his uniform, kept every drop
inside his mouth.  I had to hold his head still; I
couldn't stand any more of his ministrations.  I
leaned back against the seat and closed my eyes; i was
totally relaxed.  I sensed Dave rising and felt his
lips soft against mine.  I opened them and his tongue
invaded my mouth.  I tasted myself on him.  Without
thinking, my hands and arms circled his huge muscular
body and I hugged him to me.  Indeed, at that moment,
I think I loved Dave too.  I mentioned my returning
the favor he had given me and he quietly suggested
that we wait till later.   Looking at his watch, he
straightened up and said something about having to
move on or miss the evening excursion to Provincetown
that Paul, Big and Little had planned.  At the bridge,
we were held up almost an hour by an accident.  Dave
and I talked freely.  I learned that he was in his mid
30s when he had had his first man sex. It had been
with Paul.  His had also been after a rather nasty
divorce.  We exchanded biographies; I knew he alredy
knew mine.  His wife wanted children and Dave
explained, with regret, that it was probably his fault
and that he had refused to seek help.  "What would the
world think of a stud Marine Captain that couldn't
father a child?" he asked with great sadness in his
voice.  He also explained that he had recently been
told unofficially that if he wanted to advance any
further in rank, that he would need a lady by his
side.  He mentioned Nan Snow's name and asked if there
was anything between Nan and I.  I quickly answered
no.  Would she be his choice?

When we reached Orleans, Dave suggested we stop to eat
as the 'boys' would be in PTown by then.  We were half
way through our meal and had had a few drinks when
Candy Snow arrived; she was partly drunk.  Without
being asked, she joined us.  Both Dave and I expressed
a wish while she was in the lady's room, that it would
have been much nicer if it were her sister, Nan.
Candy was loud and obnoxious.   After two more rounds,
 Dave and I decided to do the honorable thing and take
her to her home.  Candy  told us that she had left her
sister and her sister's daughter and her boyfriend
there; that she could stand no more of that "family
crap."  So, we took her back to Charlie's.  I'm not
sure just how it happened, but the three of us wound
up naked in Charlie's bed.  I remember trying to
excuse myself thinking that she was just a few years
older than my daughter.  Candy began to verbally
assault my manhood and I had had just enough alcohol
to rise to the challenge.  She was a BITCH!  She also
had some choice words for Dave.  Dave and I then began
to take turns slow fucking her.  I have to tell you,
she has a magnificent body and a beautiful, though
somewhat hard face.  That's my opinion.  Dave and I
took turns with her large, firm breasts as well.
Kissing, stroking, hands and fingers wandered in and
out of various places.  One did not try to figure out
who was doing what to whom.  I know at some point I
held the base of Dave's cock and massaged his balls
while he began rapid short penetrating thrusts against
Candy's clit.  In seconds she screamed out in the joy
of orgasm.  For here, they were multiple.  Dave
shouted out, "GUNG HO!" and he filled her cunt and my
hand with his hot cum.  I fed it to the two of them;
I licked my fingers too.  Somehow, in just a few
minutes, she became the meat in a flesh sandwich.  On
our sides, I faced Candy and Dave was behind her.  I
was inside of her and I could feel Dave's long cock
poking at the edge of my sac.  The sensation was
fantastic.  My eyes met Dave's; he winked.  Pulling
back a bit, the sensation of his cock disappeared.
His hands reached around and pulled me hard against
Candy and he pressed in hard against her back.  I
could see concentration in his face as I peered around
Candy's head.  There was a sudden tightening of his
arms and a hard thrust.  Candy moaned and Dave
grunted.  He had pushed his great hard cock into her
ass.

"Go ahead, Fagot Bastard, Fuck my ass, fuck it hard.
You're not the first.  Show me what you can do,
Marine!"  I could feel the pressure of Dave's steel
hard cock against Candy's body parts that I could not
identify.  I caught his rhythm and when he advanced I
retreated.  And then we began thrusting in at the same
time and in the same tempo.  Candy's words became
unintelligible.  Her hands were balled into fists and
she was pummeling my back.  "Fuck me, Studs.  Give me
all you got!"  That I did understand.  I was close and
I sensed that Dave was too.  Pressing my head in
beside Candy's, I managed to find Dave's mouth and my
lips closed on his.  With that, I began to shoot loads
of man juice deep into her vagina.  That's the last
thing I remember.  That is till I heard Charlie.

"What the hell is this?  hey guys, it's the Momma
Bear, Poppa Bear and Baby Bear and they are all in my
bed."  We had an audience.