Date: Sun, 24 Oct 2004 14:56:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bill Thomas <hottoppop@yahoo.com>
Subject: Senior Moment, Part 9

Thanks for the many positive responses; I enjoy them.
This was to have been a brief story; but it now seems
to have taken on a life of its own.  I'm enjoying
writing it and hope that it brings you some small
pleasure.

Mike woke when Colonel Dave and party left in his
bird; the noise was really quite loud.  after making
something to eat, we sat there talking.  I reminded
Mike that Father Liam would be by in the morning.
Mike explained that he usually went to Cambridge with
the Father; did research, spent the night at the
seminary in Brighton where he would meet the next day
with his professors and then would return that night
with Father Liam. The father spent those days with
family or friends I was told.  I asked Mike what he
would say to those in charge at the seminary and after
several moments of silence, he responded; "I'll not
lie; I think Father Liam will tell them what he knows.
 I did not speak to him in confession and he has an
obligation to protect the church.  It will be
difficult."  I offed to go with him and Mike declined.
 I indicated that Father had told me that he himself
was gay and celibate and this quite surprised Mike; he
did not know.  Mike was clearly troubled and rose from
the table.  I went around and hugged him telling him
that I would say or do whatever he needed.  "I need to
go out and run."  Mike did just that; he was gone for
quite a while.  I did worry a bit, wondering again if
he would return.

When he did and giving me just a sad smile, Mike went
straight to the loft and began working on the
keyboard. I went to bed.  Mike was very quiet when he
came down and joined me; I pretended to be asleep. He
curled himself around me gently and then whispered, "I
love you, Dad."
In just moments I was asleep but awoke a short time
later and stayed awake for the rest of the night.

The morning was busy, we had no time for much of
anything other that breakfast.  I saw Mike's computer,
his book bag and what could only be almost all of his
clothing in a pile by the door.  It occurred to me
that I would be without love and my lover for two long
days and maybe longer.  I drew Mike to me, "I'm going
to miss you, boy.  I'll miss you something crazy.
Come home to me no matter what.  If you want to change
your mind about living with me I'll understand, but at
least tell me.  Come back even if it's just to say
Good Bye."

Mike kissed me hard, cupped my crotch with his hand,
saying, "Don't worry so, sweet old man.  You won't get
rid of me that easy.  You rest up cause when I get
back, we'll make up for last night - all night"  I
laughed but felt only slight relief.

After Mike and Father Liam left I went to see Charlie.
 He was exercising and urged me to join him as I did
most mornings.  With his guidance and almost
insistence, I had become reasonably fit over the last
18 months.  As we worked our routine, and when able, I
sort of gasped out what had taken place since we had
last seen each other the day before.  Charlie said
nothing.  When he began swimming in the enclosed lap
pool, I begged off and collapsed on the double chase
next to the pool.

I remember Charlie covering me with a huge towel,
bending over me and, thinking I was asleep, kissing me
on the head and spoke softly, "Poor baby; it's all
getting to you, isn't it."  He had that right.
He woke me a few hours later and served us lunch by
the pool.

He asked if I wanted to talk.  I told him I had a few
questions regarding his life in the Marines, and how
readily Paul and Dave were accepted and wondered what
my life would be like in the closet.  "I'll answer
that quickly, cleanly and to the point,"   Standing
up, he began. "In regard to the being in the closet
situation:  This is something that is highly
controversial both in the civilian as well as in the
military, and certainly in our Marine Corps world.
You are now deep in the closet and may well choose to
stay that way.  Paul and Dave are not nor have I been
for the last 14 years. We have very little to which
the three of us can relate to you on this ground.  The
three of us being very much out are extremely well
protected by our Marines.  Beyond the other two men
who joined us this weekend here, there are others that
you may eventually meet; one will probably tell you a
lot about his sons who have grown up and rightfully
earned their place as well decorated Marine 1st
Lieutenants and whom he has given unselfishly to the
Marine Corps. I feel towards Paul and my nephew as
does he to his sons.  I admit that I have shed tears
of fear, alone at night worrying myself sick about
them when they were in combat.  We, the other dads and
I,  also have unshakable faith that our Corps will
take good care of them.  Paul, Dave, these others have
done a world of good, especially in rallying many of
our younger brother and sister Marines, and c.o.'s to
full understanding of what it means to have and rely
on gay Marines who close to all of them.  As a net
result, we have an incredible system of protection in
place up to and including staff at the Pentagon and
personal staffers of the Commandant in residence at
our Marine Barracks, Washington, D.C.  This umbrella
of protection, very unlike what you often read in the
tabloids and media, has been slowly extended to more
vulnerable members of our Marine community.  It seems,
my friend, that you have been adopted, been asked to
enter into this community.  It is not very often that
any of us in my circle allows a man or men outside the
Marine Corps or Navy SEAL world to approach closely.
I have little idea as to how close, other than Paul,
that the others will allow you in ; however, judging
from my conversations with Paul, he especially seems
to have been let you come closer than any other has
been allowed in the past. I know for certain that I
have let you into my life.  Dave is working on it.  In
your mind (and heart), you must not allow your
experience with us to mar your understanding of The
Corps ideals. We are merely only a SMALL
representation of the Corps family.  We are also
human,
although Dave himself, and I in the past, would
ABSOLUTELY INSIST to anyone that even being human is
NO real excuse for less than perfection in the
execution of duty and responsibilities.  Truly, if you
allow the earthy expression, I know I was among the
top of the hardest asses among us all in this respect,
 Believe it or not" Charlie laughed quietly to himself
for just a moment.  "Once again, Bill, we have allowed
you into our joined lives; I trust you to honor that
and be faithful to that trust.  Can and will you do
that?"

My tears began flowing; it seems that this had
happened several times in the last few days.  I tried
to tell myself "grown men don't cry." I stood.
Charlie walked towards me and I grabbed him to me and
hugged him as hard as I could.  "You, General, Sir,
are the best friend I've ever had.  I honor and trust
you my friend, I love you."

Bending his head so that his lips touched my ear, he
whispered, "Semper Fi, Bill, Semper Fi."  I leaned
into him, needing his strength.  I felt his hands
slide down to my ass and cup my cheeks, pulling me
harder and tighter against him.  My man tool began to
rise as did Charlie's.  I wanted him.  My arms reached
around his body and then to his face and I pulled it
to mine.  I wanted to feel his lips on me but not on
my forehead this time.  I wanted him to kiss me on my
mouth; I wanted to feel his tongue in me.  Rather
roughly, he separated us.  "You're not ready for this,
Bill and neither am I.  Maybe someday..."  I exhaled
slowly telling him that I was.  "When and if it
happens for us, it will be just the two of us; without
Paul and more importantly, without Mike."  I think I
understood.  I nodded acceptance. Once again, Charlie
drew me to him and held me close for several minutes.
"I think I'm going to stay here for another week or
two; till I know you are settled.  Is that OK with
you?"  That did irritate me a bit; after all, I am a
60 year old man.  I started to give him an argument;
and hearing this, and feeling my again hard cock, now
tenting my shorts and pressing into his thigh, he
picked me up easily and tossed me into the pool.  "You
and that nice cock of yours need to cool off.  Swim
for 15 minutes while I clean up here."

"Sir, Yes Sir!" I saluted and did, once again, what I
was ordered to do.
My shorts and shirt were wet when I climbed out of the
pool.  Charlie handed me a set of utilities, a Corp
utility cap and told me to dress.  "Now you look like
a man." he chuckled.

"As long as I don't look like one of your boys, that's
OK!" I retorted.

"one thing you've learned in the last several months
is to have a smart mouth."  Best be careful there,
buddy.  It can get you into trouble!"  I understood
the double message in that and returned his sassy
smile.  Charlie went on to tell me that he would need
my help moving and putting up his 36" sailboat.  He
intended that we sail it from Eastham to Chatham where
it would be stored.  He went on to say that the "Easy
Sisters" would be joining us.  These were the Snow
twins, in their mid 40s, very attractive divorced,
wealthy and in constant need of sex.  They were also
in prime physical condition with lean, tight, well
developed bodies.  Charlie had introduced me to them
when I had first moved onto the point.  They were
again of an old Cape family and probably distant
relatives of his.  I indicated that I had no interest
in getting laid.  He just laughed at me.  A short time
later we were at the dock and Candy, Charlie's
favorite, and Nan, my sometimes partner, joined us.
Candy made a few smart-ass remarks about Marine
Hotdawgs.  Nan was quieter, more reserved and easier
to take; that was for sure.  In the process of getting
the boat ready to sail, I let Nan know that I was "out
of commission."  She asked no questions and announced
that she had decided to drive to Chatham and that she
would meet us there with the car.  She let them think
that she had things to do on the way and that in this
way our return transportation would be assured.  I was
grateful.
Charlie looked at me and said quietly. "You've also
learned how to maneuver behind the lines, I see."  I
faced in the other direction, fearing that the broad
smile on my face would incite him to some further
action.

About 20 minutes into the run to Chatham, Charlie told
me to take the wheel and he and Candy disappeared
below.  They only went down into the salon which was
before the helm.  Charlie soon had his and Candy's
clothes off.  He kissed her once, maybe twice, and
then he positioned her on the floor so that the back
of her head faced me and so that his eyes were on
mine.  He winked, and without any further thought or
word, knelt, lifted her legs back and thrust his hard,
well lubricated cock into her waiting pussy.   I heard
her gulp, and then say "Bastard!"  She then took both
hands and slapped his ass as hard as she could.  She
continued doing that with every thrust he made into
her wet hole.  Charlie continued staring into my eyes.
 My cock reared its head and I was a bit sorry that
Nan had stayed behind.  The intensity of the mating
ritual I was witnessing rose.  My hand wandered to my
own cock and I began stroking through the camouflage
patterned cloth.  With a nod of his head, I think
Charlie indicated that I should drop them.  That's
what I chose to interpret as anyway.  I did just that
and began jerking off.  Charlie's smile broadened and
he fucked Candy harder and faster.  My hand rhythm
matched his thrusts.
Right now, I honestly cant tell you if I wanted to be
Charlie or Candy.  In just minutes, I ejaculated all
over the deck and seeing that, Charlie gave one last
deep final plunge.  The woman below him screamed in
ecstasy, spouting truck-driver words of lust.  He
pulled from Candy's grasping cunt and shot rope after
rope of man juice all over her belly, tits and face.
Winking at me once more, he lowered his body onto hers
and began licking her face and neck. Securing the
wheel,  I retrieved my shorts and put them on.  Some
few minutes passed before Candy and Charlie came back
up on deck.  Candy pointed to the wet spot that my
draining cock had left on my shorts and laughed.
Charlie tossed me a rag. "Grunt, swab the deck; I
don't want that left there over the winter."  I began
following "orders" and shortly, Charlie brought Candy
and me something to drink. Candy excused herself to
use the head.  "Did you enjoy yourself, Buddy?" he
asked.  With that, he grabbed my cock and gently gave
it a few tugs.  I, or it, quickly stood to attention.
We heard the pump work and I tore myself from his
grasp and faced the water; my face was beet red by
then.

"Boys will be boys!" Candy spouted.  "Billy, don't be
so uptight.  It's OK!"

I wondered if it was ever going to be OK again.....