Senior Moment

By Bill Thomas

Published on Oct 24, 2004

Gay

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.....

Next: Chapter 10


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