I showered alone as did Mike. We were quiet for the rest of the day. Mike worked up in the loft and I tried to complete a set of plans for a home addition that I had neglected during the two weeks that had passed since I met Mike. Lots of different things had happened in those two weeks and I was still at a loss to explain them to myself. I finally decided to take Tran's advice: to let things clear on their own, not to try to find all the answers and to greet each new day with an open mind and heart.
Tran called to ask if Mike and I would like dinner. I had not even thought about food but realized I was very hungry and accepted the invitation for both of us. I called to Mike and we walked back to Charlie's.
It seemed so strange to be there without him. Carl and Carlos, "Big" and "Little" I thought to myself, joined us. There was no talk of sex during the meal. I watched Mike watch Carl; I knew he wanted to do it to him again; I knew Mike wanted to fuck. I thought back to my teen years and equated them to Mike's desire. Remembering, knowing that he was a late bloomer; I decided to release him from his promise. "Carl, why don't you and Mike take a walk. Tran and Carlos and I can clean up here and then find something to do." Mike stared at me with his mouth open.
"Dad, I thought you and I...."
Laughing, I interrupted him, "This dad wants his son to be happy."
Carl already was reaching for his jacket and heading for the door to the gym; he wanted to leave before I changed my mind. Somehow, Mike must have let him know that there would be no more of what had happened earlier. "Come on Teacher, I could use some extra practice." His pants were already tented. Mike stood and looked at me with a question in his eyes. I just nodded my head. A funny look and then a grin stole across his face; he tried to control it.
I stood, walked to him, turned him around and leaned into him so that my lips touched his ear, I whispered, "Just don't fall in love with him and don't let him have your ass, please."
In front of the other four, Mike turned and kissed me hard on the mouth. "I love you!" I'm not sure if the others heard him; I did.
Tran came over to me. "That was hard for you to do, but very wise I think. They are like young colts; it will pass." I continued to stare after the two young men. Carlos then joined us. He knelt between us and with a gentle hand on each crotch, he began stroking.
"I think Mr. Bill had a wonderful idea." My cock was hard in seconds. Without thinking, I pushed Carlos away and headed for the door.
"No, damn it, it's not a good idea." Reaching the door, I started down the stairs shouting, "Mike, come back here! We are going home." I could see them; Mike was pressed hard against Carl and Carl was pressed against the wall with his hands bracing his body. I pulled Mike away ans slapped a hand at Carl's ass. "If you wiggle that fucker at Mike again, I'll fill it with something that you might not like!" I hissed. I took Mike's hand and pulled him along. "We need to come to a real understanding here; you and I are going to talk."
In minutes we were back at my place. Turning towards me once we were inside, Mike started, "Dad, I thought you were giving me away. I thought you were trying to end us. I'm glad you came after me."
"Maybe fucking is good for you. Maybe you need to do that. I know how good it feels and I know how driven you can get. Jealousy got the best of me and for that, I'm sorry. I don't want you to fuck me and I don't want you to fuck Carl. I know... that's not fair. If I thought we would last forever; if I thought we were supposed to do it ... I hate to admit it, maybe it's because it would be the final admission that I'm gay. I don't know. Am I more of a man if I don't lie on my belly or raise my ass to you? Am I, Mike, am I? I looked into his eyes.
"Dad, you are the only one who can answer those. I don't think it's all that important to me that you are not ready. I can get by without fucking. You make me very happy and complete. I don't think you are selfish. What do I know about being gay? I've read some things; it's new to me as well. Let's go to bed or should I say, let's go make love." He took my hand and we were in and on the bed and soon naked.
I licked my way down his body. I started at his hair, tongued his eyes and his nose, teased his ears with gentle bites, and then sucked on his full lips; he tasted marvelous. I worked on the cords in his neck and then that so soft spot at its base. My hands played with the few chest hairs that he had and then I began sucking on his pecs. Both small brown nipples stood hard and firm. One I chewed and the other I twisted gently between thumb and forefinger. I followed his hair trail with my tongue and my other hand played with a now wet man tit. Mike's cock bounced against my chin as I moved further sown his beautifully muscled body. I took him in my mouth. I took almost all of his 8 inches into me. I had not really deep throated him before and I wondered if I could do it. I did. Mike gasped when my nose reached his pubes and then I slowly drew myself off of him and then even more slowly swallowed him again. He held my head still in his hands.
"Dad if you do that one more time, I'll drown you." Let me have yours and he began to twist so that we would lie face to cock.
"Lie still. Let me do this for you." I pushed him back down on the bed and moved my body over his so that his ass was hard against the bed and so that he had little opportunity to move. I took his fat mushroom glans into my mouth and sucked it hard; I applied all the pressure I could with my tongue and pressed it hard against the roof of my mouth. "AGGHGHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh " Mike moaned. I then relaxed my tongue and flicked it quickly around the head of his cock and then into his slit. \Waiting only seconds, I took him deeper into my throat. "I"M CUMMMINNNGGGGGGGGGGG!" His balls tightened against the base of his cock and he tried to pump up into my mouth. I held him fast. I moved my head quickly now; his boy juice was welcomed lubrication on my throat. Guttural sounds filled the room. They were from Mike and from me. I had shot my load all over myself and over Mike's thighs and legs. He softened in my mouth very slowly. I had made love to my boy. I hoped it would be enough to keep him for myself. I did not move my lips or tongue; I knew what torture that would be for him.
"Dad, I want to do that to you now."
"later Mike." I lifted myself up and hugged my boy to me. Was that as good as Carl?" I asked with a grin on my face.
"You know it was; It was better. It was the best I've ..." I shut his mouth with a kiss.
"Maybe in a bit, I'll be more willing to share you. And then It will be with Paul only. OK?" I asked.
"We did that already, well almost."
"It was hot." I smiled. "I made Paul promise not to touch you. That's a promise I'll release him from if you want."
Being the comic, Mike bounced up and down on the bed like a five year old, "Can I Dad? Can I Dad? Can I fuck the nice Marine, Daddy? Can I?"
"We both can, I think.... I'll decide and let you know." Mike then rolled over on top of me. My still slippery cock was pressed hard against his abs and he began to flex them. "Stop it, boy. It's not a good idea to tease an old man."
"I'm not teasing Dad. I want you inside of me. I'm going to play Pony Boy."