Date: Tue, 28 Dec 2010 23:07:34 -0600
From: RICHARD MARTIN <rm_martin@hotmail.com>
Subject: Chapter 5 ? Charles and Family.

Chapter 5 – Charles and Family.
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Chapter 5 – Charlie and Family

I have woken up every day for almost a year with him. It taken a lot of
patience on Charles' part and time before I was able to sleep with another
person in bed. I had been single for most of my life and now the person I
had built a life with was not here. Charles was always here. Even when we
had our fights, he was always there to wake up with me, or wake me up with
his cock. I had another one in the bed and Junior was willing, but I
decided I should find Charles first and sent him to get dressed.

I stumbled down to the kitchen, hoping to find Charles cooking, however,
all I found was a fresh pot of coffee and a note. Fuck. Charles only writes
notes when he is pissed. I reached for it with trepidation. It read: "Sean,
I am going to church and have some errands to run. I'll see you later. We
need to talk." What is going on I thought to myself. Charles only goes to
church on holidays, family events, and when he is under a lot of
pressure. I did not like the looks of this.

Junior came into the kitchen, freshly showered and dressed in a white
pressed shirt and black slacks, which showed off his ass. I asked him if he
wanted something to eat. He said: "No, Janice called and reminded me that I
had promised the boys to take them to a birthday party for one of the kids
from their Sunday school class. So, I am going to church and taking the
boys for the day." With that, he gave me a deep kiss, pressing his cock
into me. I grabbed his ass to steady myself. He smiled and whispered. "I
better go before I mess up these pants." I laughed, gave him bottled water
and muffin, and pointed him to the door.

I fixed myself some breakfast, read the paper, and then went upstairs to
finished getting dressed. I decided to head to the gym. I had a good
workout and spent a relaxing hour in the Jacuzzi and steam room. I came
home relaxed and refreshed. I spent the rest of the day working in the
office. It was around six when I realized that Charles was not home. We
usually go out on Sunday evenings for dinner when the girls are not home. I
began to get worried.

About seven, I heard the garage door open and a car pull in. I went to the
kitchen to greet Charles, but instead found Junior coming in the door. He
smiled and started to unbutton his shirt as he came towards me. "You wanna
suck my dick or fuck?" He asked. He grabbed my hand and rubbed it along the
length of his shaft. "How about both." I drawled.

We started making out and undressing each other. I had Junior's pants down
around his ankles when Charles came into the kitchen with his arms full of
groceries. "Can you guys give it a rest?" He barked. "Junior, held me empty
the car." He turned on his heel and stamped out through the garage. Well,
both of us lost our erections: shocked by his tone and demeanor. Junior
hurriedly pulled up his pants and rushed to help his dad.

Charles started to un-pack the groceries and would only grunt at me. When
he gets mad, he acts like a bear and not the cute and fuzzy kind. I hate
when he gets this way, because he won't tell me what's wrong. Junior gave
me a look as if to say stay out his way, danger and made an escape up the
stairs.

After about 15 minutes of Charles stomping around the kitchen, I had had
enough. "Charles, what is wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing, nothing is wrong." He grunted, not making eye contact.

"Yes, there is something wrong." I countered. He said nothing and continued
to put boxes and canned vegetables in the pantry. I blocked his path when
he turned around and grabbed his hands. He stopped short. I made him look
me in the eye and asked again. "What is wrong?"

He was trembling. "I am not sure I can continue in this relationship. I am
not sure you really love me." Those words hit me hard. It took me a little
while to absorb them.  I protested that I indeed loved him. He would have
none of it and my continued protest only set him off more. The next few
minutes were filled with a lot of screaming and yelling. It ended with me
taking a walk.

We had never ever had a fight like that one. While I walked around the
neighborhood, I had a lot of time to think things through. I realized that
I still loved Charles but I loved Junior too. The two loves were not the
same but they were both real. The only problem was that I could lose an
important person in my life if I continued down this path. I would have to
sacrifice one to keep the other.

When I came home, I found Junior in the living room watching TV. He was
somber and not his regular self. I asked him where Charles was and he told
me that he was upstairs in the office reading. As I turned to leave, he
held my arm and said: "I am sorry. I didn't mean to fuck both our lives
up. I just wanted ..."

"It is alright. Everything is going to be alright." I replied and kissed
him on the forehead. Junior returned to watching ESPN and catching up on
his favorite NFL teams and I headed upstairs. I found Charles sitting on
the couch in the office. He didn't look up as I entered the room. I sat
down beside him and took his hand. He kept reading. I reached for the book
and he sighed but said nothing.

"I am sorry." I said. He looked at me. "I am really sorry and you're right
I do love him." He started to speak and I stopped him with a finger to his
lips. "I love Junior and I love you. Charles, you and I have a life
together. Junior and I have a strong connection, but it is different than
what you and I have. I don't want to lose that. So, if you want me to end
it with Junior, I will. He'll understand. I love you Charles." I kissed
him. He was silent but a little more relaxed.

I left him and went to the kitchen to get something to eat. I then sat in
the living room and watched TV with Junior. We sat on different sides of
the room. We didn't talk. Both of us lost in our own thoughts.

The next two weeks were a blur of work, family, grading papers, and
chores. The girls are a handful and Junior was busy with his work. We had
mutually decided that sex or any other intimate contact was probably not a
good idea. That didn't stop me from thinking about him. And Charles stopped
having sex with me too. Every time I would reach for him, he would give
some excuse "I am tired. I have a head ache..." Even when he got hard in
the morning, all I got was a kiss as he went to the shower.

Here I am with two hung, beautiful, and highly sexual black men, and I am
not getting any. I was being punished and it sucked. Charles would talk to
me about it. He wasn't mean. He was just firm.

I was planning to sleep in on Saturday, but was rudely shaken awake by
Charles while it was still dark. "Wake up, Sean, wake up."

"Ok, Charles, ok. I am up" I said groggily as I reached for my
glasses. Charles was pacing naked by the side of the bed.  "I am angry that
this has gotten this far. I started it. I thought I was ok with you having
sex with other men. Now, I am not so sure. No, I am sure. I don't like that
you have feelings for Junior." He was shaking as he said this, but he also
had a raging hard on. It was throbbing and bound as he walked.

"Charles, I love..." I started to talk, but he interrupted me by shouting
"Your mine and I won't share you." He came to the bed and grabbed me by the
neck and put me on the floor, but before I could say anything he put his
cock in my mouth and pushed in. "Your mine, bitch." He started to face fuck
me, barely giving me enough time to get my breath. He kept pushing his long
cock going down my throat making me gag. "Suck my cock." He grunted. I was
scared and tried to keep my teeth out of the way.

I tried to hold on to his legs to steady myself. He pushed me away and
continued to abuse my mouth.  I found a hold on the bed behind me and tried
to relax as his worked his cock in and out of my mouth as he repeated over
and over. "Your mine, bitch. Your mine..." I was getting weak trying to
hold this position with my hands behind me. His cock was relentless. The
tears flowed from eyes as I strained to keep up with the onslaught. I had
lost my glasses some time ago.

He kept this up for about ten minutes and I thought he was going to cum,
but he stopped and withdrew his cock. I took a deep breath, not sure what
was next. He pushed me down onto the floor and told me to put my ass up. I
complied and waited for some lube.

He didn't apply any and began to put his cock on my hole. I been fucked a
lot, but not without lube. Things were getting out of control. I moved away
from him by lowering myself to the floor. "Charles, stop, Charles, stop." I
yelled.

"Shut up, and take my dick. I am going to prove that your ass is mine." He
hissed and covered my mouth with his hand. I started to get frantic. His
cock was big and I knew it. I didn't want him to hurt me. I grabbed at his
hand, pulled it away, turned to him and pleaded. "Don't hurt me Charles,
please. Please don't hurt ..." I looked in his eyes and at that moment the
anger flowed out of him. His eyes got real big as the realization of what
he was doing hit him.

At the same moment, Junior burst through the bedroom door. "What the fuck
is going on." He yelled as he surveyed the scene. "Sean.." He moved closer
to us on the floor.

"I am alright, Junior. I am alright." I said as best I could muster. I
waved him away as he reached for his Dad. "I am alright." He wavered, not
sure what to do. I was able to turn over and look at him. "Every things
fine." I assured him.

"OK, I'll be in my room. If you need me, yell." He said as he backed out
and closed the door leaving it cracked a bit.  During this time, Charles
was silently sobbing, oblivious to anything else. He kept saying: "I am
sorry. I am so sorry. Sean, forgive me..." I held him tight. I pulled him
close to me and rubbed his back as I tried to soothe him. I kept telling
him that it was all right.

After a few minutes, he stopped crying and looked at me. I kissed him
deeply and told him I loved him.

"I am not sure I deserve it" He replied. "I am afraid I may have ruined
us."

"Why do you think that?" I asked as I wiped the tears from his face with my
hand.

"Tonight. What I did and almost did. I gave you your freedom to have sex
with other men, but I didn't count on you having feelings for another man."
He shushed me with a finger. "I know you said that you would stop seeing
Junior if I wanted it, but would you be happy? Probably not." I nodded my
agreement. "I know you love me, but I also know you have feelings for
Junior. I feel that I just can't compete with him and that eventually
you'll want to be with him and not me."

"Stop. I am not going to leave you. Junior loves you and wouldn't allow
it. I don't know where it will lead with Junior, but I am not going to
leave you. My feelings for you have not changed because of him. I still
love you and want to be here with our life." I kissed him deeply. "Do you
still love me?"

"Yes." He kissed me back.

"Now that we have that settled, can we get up off the floor?" I asked. He
laughed, got up, and gave me a hand. He pulled me up into his arms and gave
me another kiss while grabbing my ass. I told him I needed to go to the
restroom. He set me down and I went to take a piss and washed my face. I
took the time to brush me teeth. After rinsing my mouth, I looked at myself
in the mirror. I wondered to myself how I got to this point. I decided to
think about it later and told myself I needed to get some sleep.

I turned out the light and headed back to bed. When I got back to bed I
found Charles sleeping and Junior lying on my side of the bed. I mouthed to
him "What are you doing here?" He shrugged his shoulders and pointed at
Charles. I hesitated for a moment not sure what to do. Junior reached for
my arm.

"Its ok with Dad." He whispered as he lifted the sheet revealing his
nakedness and smiled. My eyes traveled down his chest, to his stomach, and
then to his semi-flaccid cock. I had missed him and his cock. I accepted
his hand and got into bed. I rested on body and kissed him as he lowered
the sheet over us both. I really wanted him but I was also tired. I
continued to move into the center of the bed and pulled him to me. I told
him later and gave his cock a squeeze. I turned and positioned myself
between Charles' back and Junior's broad chest. Junior positioned his cock
between my ass cheeks. He started to slowly move his hips back and forth,
rubbing his cock the length of my crack. I playfully slapped his arm and he
stopped. He pulled me closer and kissed me on the neck. We then settled
down and I fell asleep between the two men in my life.