Date: Sat, 25 Jun 2005 11:20:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bill Thomas <hottoppop@yahoo.com>
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.