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Capt. Scott, Part 12:
Previously:
The Captain laid next to Steve. I wrapped Steve's legs around my waist and pushed my pelvis further into him and leaned forward pressing my body against his cum covered torso. We kissed gently; out tongues did a soft duel. "Thanks!" I said as I kissed his neck.
"Yeah buddy, thank you too!" Steve replied. "That was amazing! I have never climaxed so hard and intense and shot so far!"
I eased my still hard cock out of him and the Captain and I laughed at the audible `plop.' I grabbed the Captain by his ankles and spread them as I got between them and laid on his sweaty body our cocks pressing on each other.
I leaned forward and kissed the Captain. He wrapped his legs around my waist, "You ready to take me?" he asked with a very devilish grin on face.
"Are you?" I answered with a question as I leaned down to give him another kiss. I broke the kiss and reached for Steve, and I kissed him, but he did not quite return my kiss. Something clicked in him and his whole attitude changed. He started to back off.
"I...I gotta go..." Steve started muttering nervously.
The Captain reached for Steve's cock that was semi-hard, but Steve pushed his hand away, "I shouldn't have...I...I...what was I thinking?" and he started getting off the bed.
I looked at the Captain and tapped his legs for him to un-wrap his hold. Steve walked to the living room area looking for his clothes. All the time he mumbled he "should not have" and shaking his head. He found his tennis shorts, stepped in them commando, and tucked his cock down which was still semi-hard, and oozing pre-cum.
"Hey Steve, take it easy buddy!" I tried to calm him down following him to the living room and the Captain following suit. "I thought you enjoyed playing with us!?" My cock losing its erection. "Hey buddy, it's okay; you want to talk about it?"
Steve stopped for a moment, looked at me and then at the Captain. "I am a married man with children and I let the alcohol get the best of me...I should have not agreed to join you for the drinks...I like having sex with guys and I told myself I would be faithful to my wife and family...I was doing good until I saw you two in the gym and I knew that you two were going to have sex after you left the gym, and everything started coming back to me—the urge, the desire, the want to feel and be with another man."
The Captain and I stood there just letting him vent what he had to get off his chest what he kept deep within his soul. We listened.
He reached for his shirt and started to put it on. The Captain meanwhile poured drinks—three glasses. I looked over to see what he was doing and thought, "What the fuck is the Captain thinking?"
"Here, sit, let's talk," the Captain in a serious voice and pointing to the sofa. Then he handed Steve a drink and motioned me with his head to sit as well. His cock had softened but still hung long.
Surprisingly, Steve took the drink but sat in the single chair; we sat on the sofa. The Captain draped his leg across my thigh, keeping us connected.
He took a sip and said, "I have been in your shoes where I have acted out on my desires to be with a man only to feel dirty and guilty for not honoring my wife and marriage. And it ate the fucking shit out of me. I would hook up with guys and after getting my rocks off, I'd leave like the early train to Memphis."
"Memphis?" I thought to myself and took a drink.
"Buddy, you will only continue to hurt yourself, belittle yourself, and later come to hate yourself and then your wife—and you will start to blame her for your unhappiness," the Captain speaking genuinely from the heart.
"You are acting the way I use to behave; I would hook up with guys and after cumming, I'd feel guilty and dirty and I would get dressed in a hurry and leave." He stroked my arm; I placed my hand on his thick muscular thigh, and he continued, "Now I don't, and you know what I changed?"
We waited for Steve to answer; all he did was shrug his shoulders.
"You accepted that you liked men as well and that you should not deprive yourself with the physical and emotional part of your life that being with a guy gives you," I replied with what I heard bisexual men say, and added, "you come to realize your full potential as a human being!—the best of two worlds, and not answering to anyone but yourself, but well aware of the consequences if there is any."
The Captain looked as me with a tilted head and gave my arm a good squeeze. "Yeah, I like men too! And I need being with a guy or else I go crazy and start getting on my wife's case and picky with my kids."
Now this next part threw me for a loop. The Captain continued, "I haven't been with a guy in a very long time until I met this guy here. I like being with him a lot and I feel so comfortable with him that I want to see him as often as possible. One day maybe go to the ball game together and do something like camping...something. The point is I have convinced myself I will no longer feel guilty or feel dirty when something feels so good...I feel for you buddy."
Steve sat there absorbing all that the Captain shared. I thought what the Captain shared was from the heart, and what he shared about doing more with me was touching. I reached around his shoulder and pulled him to me and kissed him, "That was nice!"
The Captain continued, "Buddy, heck I really liked playing with you and you seem to be enjoying yourself immensely. I feel for you cause I've been there."
Steve leaned forward and reached for his shirt, "Right now I have to go," he said without looking at either of us. He slipped his polo shirt over his head and looked around for his shoes. He seemed to be getting angry, you could see clenching of the teeth. He donned his tennis sans the socks.
I stood up followed by the Captain, but no words were spoken.
Steve looking straight at the door, a heavy sigh, and he headed toward the door. He gripped the door handle and before opening the door, "Thanks guys! I really mean it," as he turned his head sideways to acknowledge us without looking at us. He turned the handle, pulled the door open and stepped out and slowly closed the door.
The Captain and I looked at each for several seconds before he reached for my hand and pulled me in for a hug. We just held each other, and I could feel the Captain's breathing increase, but it was not from excitement, but heavy. The Captain sunk he forehead/face into my neck and held me close, and he started to weep.
I placed my hand on his head and held him gently, letting his body sink into mine. His body started to shake and he wept more. I was totally caught off guard. This strong robust man was now weeping in my arms.
And then it hit me! The Captain must have just relived the times when he was in Steve's position, when he felt the guilt and felt dirty after acting on his desires all which were contradictions of an honorable and loving husband. Now, was he weeping because he was feeling the same feeling or feeling relieved he did not feel them?
As I hugged him, I swayed as though rocking a child, "hey there, what's going on?"
The Captain's weeping lessened and he lifted his head off my shoulder, "I don't know but I started to feel sorry for Steve and I felt the struggle and confusion he is going through right now. Too emotional I guess," as he wiped tears from his cheek.
He sat back on the sofa and cupped his face in his hands, and shaking his head. "Wow, I didn't realize I had that much held up in me. Listen, I like hanging out with you" and he laughed at the pun not intended comment. "Hungry?"
Simple question caught me off guard. "Yes, as a matter of fact I am...quite hungry," I replied.
"How about In n Out?" the Captain asked with a glee in his voice.
Don't remember when I had a hamburger at In and Out, because I usually stay away from drive-ins/fast food except perhaps Subway, ha! I agreed.
The Captain put his pants on going commando and I put on my shorts without underwear and we headed out. The Captain drove knowing exactly where to do. He ordered four hamburgers-French fries combinations, and brought it back to my room. Like two hungry college guys we scrafed the hamburgers/FF and drinks down. Our conversation was about Steve and his experiences, and then about what I learned in class today.
Then his phone rang. His wife; they're back from her parents. The Captain looked at me, reached for my hand and led be back to the hallway stopping at the bathroom. "Shower with me," he asked.
We got into the shower and just held each other. Even though we both got semi hard ons, we did not have sex. He dressed and I donned the rob.
"Hey, chin up!" I half ordered. "By the way, I'd love to a ball game or camping with you. Just let me know."
The Captain hugged me tightly and kissed he hard on the mouth, then on the neck, and then licked my ear—sending chills up and down my arm and legs! He laughed as he felt me squirm, "I love feeling the chill bumps on your arms; I love the way you respond to my touches! I'll call you!"
Thank you for reading "Captain Scott, Part 12. I hope you enjoyed this chapter of my life's experience, and thank you to those of you who have emailed me. Please write to me with your comments and/or suggestions; I would love to hear from you and will try to respond to each one. Email: Kaholo1154@yahoo.com.