Date: Sat, 9 Oct 2004 10:45:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bill Thomas <hottoppop@yahoo.com>
Subject: Senior Moment, Part 5

Please add and thanks.

I winced when Charlie hugged me again and he wanted to
know what was wrong, had he hurt me.  Blushing again,
something new to me, I told him that my cock was a bit
sore.  Taking me by the hand,  "Son, I have just the
right stuff for you; something I found the last month
when I was in Thailand."  Charlie was often away for
days at a time when we first met; but recently these
trips were fewer and fewer.  He laughed this time as
he took my hand and led me into his bedroom, Charlie
took from his dresser, an unlabeled tube and told me
to "Drop em!"  I hesitated and he reached for my belt
buckle.  We had swum, exercised, etc and nudity had
not been an issue; but, for some reason, it was now.
"Get over it!" he ordered again in his best military
action voice.  I dropped trow and he bent to look at
my sore dick.  Standing, he handed me the tube and
told me to use just a bit, but put it all over my
cock.  I again hesitated.  "Do you want me to do it?
Here, give me the tube!"   I took care of business
myself.  The salve felt like ice; I shivered like
crazy and then in moments, my cock felt like it was on
fire.  I had an immediate erection.  I reached with my
hands to cover myself.  Charlie reached over, put his
hand behind my head, and once again kissed my
forehead, saying, "Don't be such a fool!"  About that
time I heard the close sound of an approaching
helicopter.  Charlie looked at his watch and said
something about company, and that they were early.  He
handed me my pants and laughing again, told me to go
home and that he would see me in an hour.

Mike was still at the computer and I yelled up to him
that we were having a guest for lunch and that he
should get dressed."  He was down in seconds asking
who.  I explained a bit about Charlie, the neighbor,
friend thing and told him just that he was bi.  Mike
was a bit hesitant about being identified as one
himself.  Having lunch with the two of us under these
circumstances would do just that.  I assured him that
my friend, my best friend was not judgmental; I did
not tell him that Charlie had seen us in action.  That
would have to come later.  I told Mike that this was
something I had to or needed to do and he finally
agreed.  Then laughing a bit at his own timidity, he
wanted to know why he could not appear in my bathrobe.
 "That's something I want to keep just for myself!" I
answered as I took his limp boy cock in my hand and
stroked it.  In seconds my boy was hard as rock and
dripping pre-cum.  Turning him and pushing him towards
"our" bedroom, I suggested softly, "keep that
thought!"

Lunch went smoothly and quickly.  Charlie had no
problems making Mike feel at ease.  The two had much
in common and the most obvious thing was their
superior intelligence.  I kept my mouth shut; I did
not want to remove all doubt that I was "slow".
Giving first Mike  and then me a hug, Charlie said he
would be busy for the next day or so but that he would
like the two of us to join him for dinner on Saturday.
 A plan was made.

Mike helped me clean up and then once again, spooned
me and began nibbling the back of my neck.  "I liked
Charlie." he whispered into my ear between tongue
strokes.  I quickly turned and suggested that he leave
Charlie out of it.  "My, my, do I sense a bit of the
green-eyed monster lurking in those pools of dark
brown?  I only have eyes for you, old man, only you."
he said softly and kissed me.  In moments we were
naked in the kitchen and fondling each other as the
passion built quickly.  Mike reached for my cock and I
slowly took his hand and raised it to my chest telling
him that it needed a rest.  I then once again traced
his trail with my tongue and then slowly began licking
the head of his beautiful cock.  My tongue swirled and
then probed his slit while my hands made soft, rapid
butterfly movements along the shaft and against his
balls.  It was only seconds before they tightened and
I felt the first pulses of his hot cum on my tongue.
I took him deeper into my throat and held his shaft
and balls in self preservation.  My head was mashed
against the dishwasher and his forceful fucking had
just about taken all breath from me.  I continued to
softly suck on him as he came back down to earth.
"Dad, I'm sorry.  Did I hurt you?"  He pulled me to my
feet, searching my face with his large blue eyes and
continued,  "I don't know what got into me."  I knew
it was lust and I hoped a little love.

"I do!"  I laughed.  Your just a horny young kid.  I
slapped his ass and told him to get back to work.  I
was going to take a nap.  Sometime later that
afternoon I was awakened by a mouth nibbling the flesh
covering my balls.  I was on my back and my legs were
over Mike's shoulders.  I moaned softly a yes when he
asked if I was awake.  He was sorry for disturbing me
he said.  "Yeah, sure you are!!" and with that I
pulled him up face to face.  I kissed him again and
again, loving every moment of it.  Mike pulled me over
on top of him and raised his legs and clasped them
behind my back.  He thrust his leaking cock against my
belly.

"Is he all better?" he asked with a smirk on his face,
 I just smiled, gathered his pre-cum in my hand and
used it to moisten my cock.  That, along with my own,
along with the sweat from his crack, created just
enough lubrication and I penetrated his ring.
"Agghhhhhhh,  Do it!" he almost yelled and slapped my
ass with his palms.  This drove me in deep and my
pubes were tickling his balls.  I tried to be gentle
but Mike would have none of that.  I guess it's an age
thing.  Before long, we were exploding cum shots in,
on, and about each other.  I had hoped to make it last
longer but it was difficult with such a hot, young
guy.  The thought occurred to me, as I withdrew or was
expelled from his ass, that two days before, I would
have fought anyone who suggested that I would be doing
this thing.   We began kissing again and for the first
time, the words came out of my mouth all on their own.

"I love you Mike."

Mike told me that he had figured that out all on his
own.  With that, he went back to work and I decided to
take a walk before fixing a meal for the two of us.  I
wandered down to the beach and began walking towards
Charlie's.  It was a large old shingled cottage that
had been in his mother's family.  Originally the
estate had been the entire point.  My cottage and two
others belonged to family and I think perhaps they had
one or two more.  I never was told and did not ask.  I
was about to round a stone revetment when I heard
grunting sounds.  It was not sex; I was pretty sure of
that.   Nevertheless, I approached cautiously.  I
stuck my head out far enough to see Charlie and a
younger guy doing one handed push ups on the beach.
All they were wearing were military fatigue shorts,
boots and socks.  It looked like it was a contest; it
was obvious that Charlie was winning.  The younger
guy, maybe 35 or 40, finally collapsed on the sand and
just grunted.  Charlie immediately dropped on top of
him and began grinding himself into the guys covered
ass.  "Get off of me! Get the fuck off of me!" the
young guy cried out.

"You lost the bet, boy.  You are getting soft."  With
that, Charlie ripped
the guys shorts off and pushed his own down around his
boots.  Without another word, he grabbed his cock,
pointed it at the other guy's hole and shoved
brutally.   There was a quiet scream, if a scream can
be quiet.  "Stop that fucking noise, Grunt, or I'll do
worse to you."
Charlie continued pounding his massive cock into the
guy's ass.  I knew he was big, but it must have been
almost 10" long.  In a few seconds, I could see the
bottom guy beginning to respond to the "punishment"
his ass was getting.  Charlie then would push his body
up into the air, using his hands, then take his hands
and clap them once in the air over the guys back, and
then catch the ground before his chest hit the guys
back.  This jammed his cock deeper and harder into the
open ass beneath him.

"Fuck my Marine ass, Sir, Fuck my Marine ass hard as
you can!" the guy beneath chanted.  Charlie did just
that.  I must admit that my hand was now pumping my
cock, matching the rhythm of the two on the sand.

Charlie yelled just once, "GUMMING!" pulled form the
stretched and eager hole, and held himself off of his
victim, remained absolutely still.
I could see rope after rope of cum spurting from his
throbbing cock.  It landed all over the head, back and
ass beneath him.  I shot my load too.  I'm not sure if
the bottom guy climaxed or not; I assume that he did
for when he stood, his cock was semi-deflated.  His
was not any larger than mine, I thought and then
questioned myself.  What was I doing; Imagine me
comparing cock sizes.  In moments the two men started
walking towards me.  It was too late, I could not
avoid being seen.

Charlie pushed the guy he was with, naked except for
his boots, towards me.  Major Paul, say hello to my
neighbor, Bill."

The guy stammered, "Hello."  I responded with the same
single word, not looking at his cock, nor into his
face.  I stared at Charlie though, wondering how much
I did not know about this man.  The two walked on by
me and I turned to watch as they climbed the stairs.
You could see cum slowly sagging down the guys back
and leaking from his ass crack.  Charlie looked at me
and said with a rather large grin, "You need to wash
your hand.  I'll be over to talk to you tomorrow
morning"