Senior Moment

By Bill Thomas

Published on Nov 12, 2004

Gay

Tran then called home and asked for Carlos to come out to help. I had questions. I asked where Bruce was now and Tran told me that he was married to his sister Michelle, retired from the Corps, had two children one of whom was also a doctor and that Bruce was still a friend of Charlie's. I next asked what happened the next day in the General's office.

Tran started, 'It was all very polite and reserved; it was very Marine. The General asked Charlie if having sex with men or boys was a habit and Charlie told him that it had never happened before. The General accepted that and I believe what Charlie said was true. the General then asked me the same question and I told him that I was doing it with Bruce who was then still in sick bay. I told him how it had started; that it was my fault. The general was quiet for a moment and then asked if I thought I would like to join my sisters in the United States. He went on to say that I must give him my word that I would not have any homosexual involvement from that day forward and that he would have me sent to a military school with the intent that I would join the Corps on graduation. I promised acceptance of all he wished and he said I would be on the next plane out of Saigon that had an empty seat. He then indicated that I should say my Good Byes then and there to Captain Charlie and that he would leave us alone. Charlie hugged me to his chest and with a broken voice, told me how sorry he was for what he had done. I told him that I was glad that it had happened; that I wanted him to do that to me. He spoke quietly, "Tran, I rid you of your uncle hoping to free you from that life. I was so angry at Bruce for doing that to you and at you for letting him. I may have wanted you for myself, I guess and was afraid to even think about it. Alcohol is no excuse for what I did to you. Will you forgive me?" I went to him and hugged him as hard as I could. "You promised my father, now promise me that you won't do it with any man again." This I did, I was sobbing like a baby. "Now go quickly. I still need to talk to the General." and with those words we parted. It was a few years later before I saw Charlie again and we spent only a few minutes talking about the past. He briefly told me about the rest of that morning.

Charlie gave his father, not the General this time, a very hard time. The first thing Charlie said was that if his father ever put a hand on him again in anger, that he would not be responsible for what happened. Charlie threatened to kill his father if he ever struck him again. This shocked the General I am sure.

I believe that Charlie told him that as a Father he had failed him all his life; that he was a failure in every way as a father. The General was not around Charlie as a young boy because of the war and he and Charlie's mother divorced a few years later. When Charlie spent any time with his father during an occasional vacation, the General was always busy and if there was a problem, the General's first reaction was to strike Charlie and ask questions later. Gunny was more of a dad to Charlie. Charlie then told his father that he had spent a good part of his early years fighting of the fagots that hung around his mother. She was a fine concert pianist and probably, after the divorce, a lesbian. Charlie also said the only reason he had joined the Marines was in the hope that his father just might love him. If Charlie had done what he wanted, he would probably be a great artist today. Charlie even accused the General of sabotaging his wedding by sleeping with his wife's sister after the rehearsal. Indeed the General had done that and the result was a remarriage and the birth of Charlie's half-brother. It is my understanding that the General stood there in silence while Charlie did this number on him. There were a litany of other wrongs. The only real father Charlie ever experienced was his Grandfather Putnam. He was a curious old man in my opinion. Charlie spent summers here on the Cape with him. Charlie said his father asked if Charlie was finished after several minutes of silence. Then the General walked to Charlie, took his hand and asked for Charlie to forgive him and told him that he loved Charlie; had always loved him and that he knew he had not shown it or ever said it. The General also acknowledged that he had been a failure as a Dad. I think they both had very intense moment then. They were in a new place, I believe. The General decided shortly after that to return to Washington so that he could be a better father to his son Alex. He had that kind of power in the Corps.

I wanted to know more about Tran so I asked. "I married after I joined the Corps. My wife was the daughter of the General's steward. We have 4 children; one son is gay as you probably know. He is the one with the health club in Boston; our recruiter." The other three are doing well and live away. I do not see them often enough. Tran smiled and continued. My wife died of cancer about 10 years ago and until she died I was never with anyone else. I served most of my career in Washington; the last several years working for Captain or General Charlie by then. I was aware of the relationship between Paul and Rod, and then the relationship which came to include Charlie and David after Rod's death. I wanted to join them but I had promised. After my wife died there was no longer a reason, so I have man sex now. Is there anything else? "With Carlos?" I asked. He smiled, nodded and said, "and with Paul, David, Charlie and the others." I shook my head. We sat in silence for some time.

Mike came down and said that everything was going to be fine; Charlie had a concussion, that the cut in his arm had nicked a vein but done no nerve damage. He went on to say that they had emptied him out and filled him up. I guess I look puzzled. "Dad, we stitched him up, pumped his stomach and gave him transfusions. The sedative that Tran gave Charlie did not mix well with the booze and it was the fall that did the damage." He laughed. Tran did too and I guess the good news released lots of pent up emotions in all of us. Mike went back upstairs. Then Tran suggested that when Carlos came that they would fix Charlie's room and that I might get some food together as Paul would be there shortly and all of us would need to eat. I asked if he thought I could be trusted in the kitchen. Tran laughed and said, Captain Charlie says you are an excellent cook!" By then Carlos was standing in front of us looking rather grim. Quickly, Tran told him the 'good news' and we all got busy.

A short time later I heard the helicopter approach and flipped the lights on that lighted the field outside the kitchen windows. The next thing I saw was a human form sliding down a rope not 15 feet from where I stood. It could only be Paul; rather a dramatic entrance. I went to let him in and was greeted with a huge bear hug and a full mouth on mouth kiss. He told me that he had talked to Mike just before he landed and then he grabbed me again and pulled my ass hard with his hands so that our crotches were strained against each other. "Dad, I've got a hard on for you!" and then he roared with laughter. "I wish I had a camera; you should see your face." I reacted; I took my hand and clutched his cock, hard, very hard. "Woooah!" he gasped.

"It's not nice to fool Father Nature!" I teased back and then I pulled his face down to mine and stuck my tongue down his throat. "There, That's all you'll get from me, Sonny Boy. Now get out of my kitchen so I can finish up."

I'll not bore you with the other details. We all gathered in the kitchen to eat after Mike and the doctor had secured Charlie in his bed. They both thought he would be feeling pretty good by the morning and Tran would spend the night in his room. "I asked if that also meant in his bed. After a moment of silence, Paul spoke out. "No, that's my place." Tran then took Carlos by the hand and said that seeing that he was not wanted that he and Carlos had better things that they could do. We all chuckled. I was told to leave the kitchen as it was; the crew would be in first thing in the morning. The doctor nephew who was Bruce's son, Tran and Carlos bowed smartly and were laughed out of the room. I reached for Mike's hand saying, "Michael, we have better things that we could be doing too." Paul shook his head and said "I guess I'm the only one who won't get any tonight." Mike and I each blew him a kiss.

I barely made it inside our place before Mike started taking off my clothes and then his own. I let him. "I'm not sure I have the strength for all this!" I laughed. Mike picked me up and carried me to bed. His strength constantly amazed me. He put me gently on my belly and began a massage. He started with my ears, then my neck and worked slowly across each shoulder and down each arm. He pulled each hand up individually and then sucked gently on each finger. Then with his tongue, he played with my spine as his hands worked my thighs, ass cheeks, and then my calves. I felt his hot breath and then his tongue enter my ass crack. I turned over quickly; my cock stood straight up. "You are driving me crazy; I'll that cum that way if you want me to but I think I have a better Idea." With that I rolled on top of Mike, I lifted his legs and spread them and then with my own tongue, I began to bathe his belly, cock and balls. After several moments, I pushed his legs back further exposing his boy hole to my tongue. He was sweaty but clean; I had come to like that special smell. Finally I summed up the courage to do it; I rammed my tongue into him. Mike moaned with pleasure; his cock leaked all over his belly. I gathered it in my hands and applied it to my throbbing cock and with my mouth juices already at the gates of paradise, I reared up and thrust myself into Mike's hot, tight boy hole. We fucked each other back and forth for just a very short time. All of the pent-up emotions in each of us brought early climax and we both exploded loads of cum at the same time. Mine went deep into Mike's gut and his sprayed all over both of us. I collapsed onto his beautiful, firm body and I kissed him. He kissed me back and then I promptly fell asleep.

I heard Mike get up just about dawn. I stirred a bit and he told me to go back to sleep and that he would bring me breakfast in bed after he and Paul had done their exercises. I warned him, "Be sure its only exercises you do with that Marine."

Mike laughed; "Yeah Dad, he told me you made him promise. We need to talk about that."

Trying to sound stern, I answered, "There will be no discussion on that boy. I set the rules here."

"Yes Sir!" And with that, Paul left. Some time later I woke again and began to watch Paul and Mike through the window. I saw Charlie come up behind them. I grabbed my robe and ran outside. The boys saw my face and turned to see Charlie just about next to them; their concentration had been so intense that they had not heard his stealthy approach. Paul began to explode at Charlie.

"Be quiet, Major! I need to talk to Bill." Charlie took my arm and quietly said, "Get me the hell inside before I fall on my face." I did just that and told the boys to continue what they were doing, that Charlie and I would be fine. A look passed between the Marines and Paul was silent. I took Charlie by his arm and we went into my home. Charlie then said softly, "Take me to your bed; I need to lie down. I'm OK; don't look so worried. I'm just weak from the loss of blood; I'll be fine in a minute." I put him into my bed and he then pulled me down next to him. "Lie here beside me but don't look at me while I talk. Please, Bill?"

He began with an apology which I insisted was not necessary. I told him that I did not think I would have survived the last 18 months if it had not been for him. He raised up, bent his head over mine and kissed me; this time it was on the lips. Charlie laid back down, stared at the ceiling for s few minutes and then asked how much of his life story Tran and Paul had told me. I did not lie; I said that some things I had remembered on my own and had asked explanations of each of them. "I don't care what they told you, Bill.

I just don't need to repeat any of the gory details. It's all stuff you needed to know." he went on.

I asked him then about his wife and son. You go right for the jugular, Billy." I looked over to see tears begin to stream from his eyes. "I did that to my own son." I asked him what? "I beat him when I caught he and Paul in bed together. I beat him. He did not fight back. My wife came in at the end; she pulled me off of Roddy. It came out then that she had known about Paul and my son for quite some time. I was just as angry at her and almost struck her. Rod stepped between us and being the Marine that he was, asked if I would like to hit him again?. Billy, I turned and left. About an hour later I heard a car; it was my wife's. My wife, Paul and Roddy walked out to it. I called to them; I asked them to please wait. I gave them an apology; I meant it from my heart. My son shook my hand as did Paul. Neither of them said a word. My wife turned away from me; she would not look at me. They left for the airport and a flight that ended in tragedy. Paul returned with the car an hour or so later. By then I was half drunk. He began to pack his things, saying he would move into a hotel. We talked then for several hours; he agreed to stay in the Marines and to stay with me. I continued drinking that night. I was still half drunk when the word came about the plane crash. A few days later, I received a letter from my wife; it was found in her handbag. She wrote it on the plane. She loved me, Billy. She forgave me and told me that Roddy did too and that we would all talk when I returned to Washington. I did not deserve that forgiveness; not then and not now. I did to them what my father had done to me. Paul kept me alive then and for almost a year after that. I drank heavily but he protected me; very few in the Corps new what was happening to me. One night, just a year after the crash, I lost control. I started on Paul. Did he tell you we wound up in or on his bed?" I nodded. "Then you know the rest." He stopped.

I became aware of laughter from the shower. The boys had finished. The door opened shortly and two beautiful, wet, naked men carried in breakfast trays. They asked in unison, "Coffee, tea or me?"

It was a tension breaker; one that Charlie and I needed. We laughed and each of us patted the bed. As one, they put down the trays, pulled back the quilt that I had covered Charlie and me with, and climbed on top of us. Paul eased himself onto Charlie and Mike, with more enthusiasm, ground himself down on top of me. He whispered in my ear, "I'm yours alone, sweet old man. You can do whatever you want to these two, but I'm yours alone."

Next: Chapter 15


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