Senior Moment

By Bill Thomas

Published on Jan 31, 2005

Gay

Dave and June, after being invited, decided to join us for dinner. Kenneth's wife, Linda the nurse, had returned from duty while we were upstairs; Ken had cooked; dinner started in silence. Finally, at dessert time, Linda asked how long it would be before we would get over the "shock." She looked at Mike with great affection; "Mike, I wanted to tell you so much of this years ago but I stood by Priscilla's request for silence." Priscilla interrupted by saying that she had still some things to share at a later date. Linda was quiet. Conversation did become more relaxed, however. Priscilla went on to suggest that after dinner, Kenneth would walk Dave and June over to Charles' place and then asked if I would stay for a few minutes before I went to my daughters. It was easy to see the "Putnam In-Charge" family trait.

"William, I'm glad you rescued Michael from the church. That was Kenneth's influence; he's very Catholic. It would have been such a waist of a fantastic mind. I have no problem with your relationship but I don't think it will last." I nodded agreement. "Michale has needed a father for a very long time. Kenneth was good to him, but it was a 'duty' for him. Kenneth is a bit homo-phobic so the less you say about that the better. He is aware of what you and Michael do. Kenneth wants a son of his own but he and Linda have medical problems. It's Kenneth that trained Michael in the defensive arts; that he did give to him; and part of that was to take Michael away from his music. Kenneth thought of that as 'gay'. What I want to talk to you about is Michael's parentage. I know David and Paul are looking into it; I hope they will wait till they are positive before anything is revealed to Michael. His mother, Jessie, is alive and well, but I don't know where she is. I've not heard from her or about her since my General passed on and that's 10 years ago. David can find her if he wishes; she is involved with the Corps. Even now, I'm not sure which Putnam is or was his father. I do not know if it was Charles' son or Charles' half brother. Sylvia will have great difficulty identifying him from his DNA because of Michael's closely related blood lines. Charles' mother was also my second cousin. Oh yes, we are an incestuous bunch; things like this don't just happen in foolish soap operas. Most old Cape families are inter married." With that, she handed me a small framed picture. "That is Charlie's mother and my sweetest lover. Inside is a lock of her hair that I want back after Sylvia takes what she needs; it should help. Her father's genes are quite separate from the rest of ours; he was directly from Scotland. Charles' father, Lt. General Bradford Putnam, was a narrow-minded, self-righteous, mean-spirited, racist man. Sylvia did reform him after they married, though. She had almost 18 years with Bradford. He took after his mother; not the Putnams. That's not entirely accurate on my part; My John was also quite unforgiving as was his father before him. They drove my sister away from the family because she married an Indian and John made it a condition of our relationship that I not acknowledge Anita and later Kenneth. That is a weakness and a shame of mine that shall go with me to my grave. My niece, Jessie's mother, never forgave the Putnam family for that; she is a person filled with hate. It is most fortunate that Michale was not infected by her though she raised him. Bradford was already dieing when Michael was conceived and my grand niece was part Indian. My John worked with Eduardo to conceal Michael's birth. Bradford died shortly after Michael's birth and Michael became the child that John and I never had. John set up a trust to provide for Jessie's education, to support his grandmother who is listed officially as his mother, for Michael and his support and education, and finally for my support. Unfortunately, Michael's grandmother had access to it and there is now almost nothing left; it's been spent by her on drugs and alcohol. She is in MacLean hospital as we speak." I sat there and just nodded. It was too much to comprehend. "Kenneth has been paying the expenses for this house for the past few years and my government pension keeps me going. John got over the distaste of having a half-breed great or great great grandson. Oh how we enjoyed that boy. When John passed on, I retreated emotionally. I shut Michael out. How Michael's last tuition will be paid, I do not know. I'll try." For the first time I saw emotion; Priscilla was in tears. "I promised my General...." I took her hand in mine and told her that I would be responsible; I had a trust fund payment of my own that would arrive on January 2. "I am tired, William.

Perhaps it is time for you to leave." Linda came into the room as if on cue. She saw me to the door.

We walked to my truck together, "Bill, I love Mike like a son. So, I love you." She hugged me. "I want what's best for Mike and you may not be it. Maybe I'll see you tomorrow; perhaps you can meet here rather than at the lab. Oh yes, I know all about that, too."

"Mike and I will be parted soon enough." I said sadly.

"He'll be leaving me after graduation but he's already asked me to stay on as his Dad. I'm aware of how he looks at June." I asked, "Do you believe in love at first sight?" She nodded yes. "I think he's about to fall in love with June." Linda hugged me again and I said nothing more.

My grandchildren were still awake when I arrived. They made the day seem so much better. Friday was busy; I baby sat while my daughter did errands. With some reluctance, I left for Cambridge at 4:00 and drove back to Holly Street. I saw Dave walking towards the house as I arrived. I looked for Mike and Dave told me that he and June had left for coffee about 3:30. Kenneth greeted us with a somewhat smug smile. "Looks like you two have lost Mike; he just called; he's decided to stay with us for one more night and he and June will take the bus down late tomorrow." Looking directly at Dave, his voice changed: " I was in the Corps myself Sir, and I don't much like what happens at your little camp in Eastham; it's not the Marine Corps I joined. My Uncle Tran has been caught up in your little scene too. I know about my cousin as well. I hope Mike gets out before it's too..."

Linda joined us at this point and gave Kenneth a look that silenced him; he walked away. "Ken has not forgiven the Corps for retiring him after his injury; he sees only black and white. He's really a softee underneath." After asking after Priscilla who we were told was out, Dave and I left quickly. I handed Dave my keys and he gave me a big grin. I thought "boys and their toys."

We drove in silence till we were on the expressway. "You can bet Ken is no softee!" Dave chuckled. "He was one of the best combat instructors we had. Too bad he was violent towards some trainees; it wasn't too bad till a group of them met him alone one night. That was the 'accident.' I doubt Linda knows the truth. No wonder Mike is so good. Tran does not care for him very much, by the way."

I was not smiling; I kept my eyes straight ahead and was silent for the next 20 minutes or so. Dave continued to try to make conversation; his last attempt was, "You were pretty cool back there with Ken's shit; Charlie is right, You would have made a good Marine.

I waited, thinking of what I wanted to say. "I'm more than OK with what Mike is doing and I understand quite well how Ken thinks; I don't really blame him. He thinks he's a dad for Mike, too. If being a Marine includes drugging one of your best friends; I'm glad I was never in your Corps. Whose idea was that?"

"It was mine. I should apologize; I asked Charlie right at that moment to get you to do it. Tran said you looked like your blood pressure was high; you looked stressed and I truly needed to talk privately with Mike and June. It's not something I do regularly; I'm not proud of myself."

Thinking about my best friend Charlie, and with a certain amount of bitterness I asked, "Do the goals of the Corps superseded the trust of friendship; the deceit or abuse of your best friend?"

"Bill, If Charlie had had time to think, he probably would have refused. I would really be angry at myself and disappointed in you if you let this get in the way of your friendship. I don't think there is anything more I can do or say." I'm not one to brood or hold grudges; I admired Dave and I loved Charlie. I took a glance at Dave; he looked troubled and he sure looked good. I fought a smile; but gave in. Seeing that sign, Dave grinned and asked, "You are the man Charlie says you are; does that smile mean I'm forgiven?"

"Yeah, but I don't trust you all that much," I answered. Dave placed his hand on my thigh,

"Maybe I can earn that trust back. he responded quietly."

I began to laugh. "You Marines think sex is the answer to every problem; we'll see." Traffic was light because it was a post holiday Friday afternoon. His hand began to wander up and down my leg and across my basket. I was as hard as a rock in just seconds. By then, we were at the rest stop by the North River. Dave pulled in; the stop was empty. In seconds, he had my fly down and he had my cock out.

"I'll be happy to apologize in the best way I know how, Sir. This Marine is at your service." Not saying another word, he bent over and took all of me into his mouth. I was in shock. Dave was far more often a top; I had never really seen him like this. The fear of being discovered fled my mind. We sat high off the ground in my truck; a casual observer could see nothing. I relaxed, leaned back, close my eyes and let the sense of pleasure spread through me. In just a few minutes I began to pump up into Dave's face. Pulling off to catch his breath, "That's right Sir, punish this grunt for his grievous error of judgment." He went back to working on my flesh. Fleeting thoughts, memories of my first time with Mike flashed across my closed eyelids. I opened them and concentrated on the buzz cut head that was moving up and down on me. I wanted to cum and to cum quickly. I used my hands to guide Dave so that he let my glans slide all the way out of his mouth on each up stroke.

"I like it easy, Dave. Be gentle with me." I heard or rather felt Dave laugh. His throat constricted and that was enough to send me over the edge. I blasted man juice against the back of his throat. Dave, not wanting any stains on his uniform, kept every drop inside his mouth. I had to hold his head still; I couldn't stand any more of his ministrations. I leaned back against the seat and closed my eyes; i was totally relaxed. I sensed Dave rising and felt his lips soft against mine. I opened them and his tongue invaded my mouth. I tasted myself on him. Without thinking, my hands and arms circled his huge muscular body and I hugged him to me. Indeed, at that moment, I think I loved Dave too. I mentioned my returning the favor he had given me and he quietly suggested that we wait till later. Looking at his watch, he straightened up and said something about having to move on or miss the evening excursion to Provincetown that Paul, Big and Little had planned. At the bridge, we were held up almost an hour by an accident. Dave and I talked freely. I learned that he was in his mid 30s when he had had his first man sex. It had been with Paul. His had also been after a rather nasty divorce. We exchanded biographies; I knew he alredy knew mine. His wife wanted children and Dave explained, with regret, that it was probably his fault and that he had refused to seek help. "What would the world think of a stud Marine Captain that couldn't father a child?" he asked with great sadness in his voice. He also explained that he had recently been told unofficially that if he wanted to advance any further in rank, that he would need a lady by his side. He mentioned Nan Snow's name and asked if there was anything between Nan and I. I quickly answered no. Would she be his choice?

When we reached Orleans, Dave suggested we stop to eat as the 'boys' would be in PTown by then. We were half way through our meal and had had a few drinks when Candy Snow arrived; she was partly drunk. Without being asked, she joined us. Both Dave and I expressed a wish while she was in the lady's room, that it would have been much nicer if it were her sister, Nan. Candy was loud and obnoxious. After two more rounds,

Dave and I decided to do the honorable thing and take her to her home. Candy told us that she had left her sister and her sister's daughter and her boyfriend there; that she could stand no more of that "family crap." So, we took her back to Charlie's. I'm not sure just how it happened, but the three of us wound up naked in Charlie's bed. I remember trying to excuse myself thinking that she was just a few years older than my daughter. Candy began to verbally assault my manhood and I had had just enough alcohol to rise to the challenge. She was a BITCH! She also had some choice words for Dave. Dave and I then began to take turns slow fucking her. I have to tell you, she has a magnificent body and a beautiful, though somewhat hard face. That's my opinion. Dave and I took turns with her large, firm breasts as well. Kissing, stroking, hands and fingers wandered in and out of various places. One did not try to figure out who was doing what to whom. I know at some point I held the base of Dave's cock and massaged his balls while he began rapid short penetrating thrusts against Candy's clit. In seconds she screamed out in the joy of orgasm. For here, they were multiple. Dave shouted out, "GUNG HO!" and he filled her cunt and my hand with his hot cum. I fed it to the two of them; I licked my fingers too. Somehow, in just a few minutes, she became the meat in a flesh sandwich. On our sides, I faced Candy and Dave was behind her. I was inside of her and I could feel Dave's long cock poking at the edge of my sac. The sensation was fantastic. My eyes met Dave's; he winked. Pulling back a bit, the sensation of his cock disappeared. His hands reached around and pulled me hard against Candy and he pressed in hard against her back. I could see concentration in his face as I peered around Candy's head. There was a sudden tightening of his arms and a hard thrust. Candy moaned and Dave grunted. He had pushed his great hard cock into her ass.

"Go ahead, Fagot Bastard, Fuck my ass, fuck it hard. You're not the first. Show me what you can do, Marine!" I could feel the pressure of Dave's steel hard cock against Candy's body parts that I could not identify. I caught his rhythm and when he advanced I retreated. And then we began thrusting in at the same time and in the same tempo. Candy's words became unintelligible. Her hands were balled into fists and she was pummeling my back. "Fuck me, Studs. Give me all you got!" That I did understand. I was close and I sensed that Dave was too. Pressing my head in beside Candy's, I managed to find Dave's mouth and my lips closed on his. With that, I began to shoot loads of man juice deep into her vagina. That's the last thing I remember. That is till I heard Charlie.

"What the hell is this? hey guys, it's the Momma Bear, Poppa Bear and Baby Bear and they are all in my bed." We had an audience.

Next: Chapter 26


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