He did or we did play "Pony Boy." Mike was far more aggressive in his love making than he had been before; his experience with Carl had changed him. He was no longer acting out a boy's fantasies; he was behaving like a man in need. He raised himself over my stiff cock and plunged himself down, taking me totally inside of himself in one quick move. I moaned in ecstasy, he felt so good. Next he bent and began kissing me; his tongue pushed into my mouth. "Gee Dad, I taste pretty good don't I!" he said with a little grin. I kissed him back none too tenderly and my hands grasped his butt cheeks. I began to lift him up and down. "No, Dad. You had your turn being in charge and now it's mine. Lie still or I'll let my weight down on you." I did as he said. He watched my face and quickened or slowed his rise and fall by seeing the expression there. He was playing me like a violin I thought. A well developed body and a superior, creative mind were tools he used. As I approached climax, he would almost stop moving. Then, if I began to thrust up into him, he would slow me down. He was taking me to the brink and then letting me fall back. Mike did this over and over till I could not stand it any longer. I clasped my arms around his back and shoved up hard into him.
"Now, you smart ass, NOW! You are going to drive me crazy if we don't do it now." I almost screamed. Mike let out a long deep laugh and gave me free reign. I think my entire body except for my heels and the back of my head arched up off the bed and I wanted to put all of me into Mike's beautiful ass. I was driven. Both of us cried out in delight and as he began to shoot cum all over me, the tightening of his muscles drove me over the edge. We hugged; we kissed and he laid down on top of me and, once again, I fell asleep still buried deep inside of him.
I'll not bore you with repeated stories of love making for the next few weeks. Mike and I settled into a routine. We both worked, we talked more and we made love probably two or three times a day. For a man of 60, that was no small task. Sometimes it was quiet, soft and kind. At other times it was demanding, excessive. We did it when either of us was tired, sometimes. Or if one of us was frustrated, in need, etc. It was much the same as any with any hetero couple.
I learned more and more about my boy. Mike slowly told me the details of his childhood and all that he knew about his mother, his father, grandmother and great great aunt. That information I reluctantly passed on to Paul.
At first, I avoided Mike's classes. Finally Tran insisted I attend. He said I needed the exercise; I told him I was getting plenty. He quietly laughed that aside and told me that that was only one small muscle group. Sometime in mid November, I returned to the gym. It was clear instantly that Mike's leadership skills had grown tremendously and, from watching the faces of the young men there, that he had almost a cult following. Tran looked at me and whispered, 'His command skills are excellent. Paul will be pleased." I shuddered. I then knew that they wanted my boy for their Marine Corps. I felt a fear like I had never experienced. After classes was when Mike and I really got into it. The sight and smells of sweaty young man flesh turned both of us into sexual predators; it was fantastic.
Mike went to Cambridge on Monday either with Father Liam or in the van taking the guys to Boston for college classes. Father Liam was a good listener and Mike was feeling less and less guilty with his choices. Mike now returned late on Wednesday as that was his day to work for Dave and Paul. I asked no questions about that. I had spoken to Charlie just once and that was for just a moment or two. He called to say that he would be home the day before Thanksgiving, that he, Paul, Dave and Sylvia would be there till the following Sunday and that he expected Mike and I to join them for dinner at 1:00 pm. His officer side was self evident. He wanted me to call the Snow girls and invite them as well. I had had dinner with both one day when Mike had been in Cambridge; it was not all that pleasant. It was made clear to me that they felt I was to blame for Charlie's early departure. They let it be known that they felt Charlie was in love with me and that I had refused him. Without admitting anything, I let them know that Charlie had never made any sort of an advance towards me; they seemed shocked. I did call and they refused; they would be visiting relatives. I was relieved.
The day before Thanksgiving arrived and I helped Tran, Carlos and Carl get Charlie's place open. Mike arrived home at about the same time Paul, Charlie and that troupe did. Hugs and crotch pats were exchanged by the younger men; Charlie end I hugged only and it felt damn good. I had missed my best friend. Paul, Mike and Big and Little went for a run. I warned them all to "behave." Paul told me quickly that he outranked me and that he would give the orders. Charlie just laughed, and that was a good sound. "let them have some fun." he said. I looked at Mike and then walked over to him.
"Mike, if you want to do more than run, honestly, it's OK. I understand."
"I want to, Dad. I told you what I wanted to do to Paul. Are you sure it's OK? Are you sure? he asked.
""Yeah, I'm sure." And, I was. "Charlie and I have lots to talk about." I gave a suggestive grin back.
"Hell, Bill. If all you want to do is talk, I'm going with these guys." He stood as if to leave. I think the look on my face gave me away. He came to me and took my arm and quietly spoke, "It's not alright, is it Buddy; but it's what you think you should do. I think you need to begin to let him go and grow or you'll loose him."
I led the way out. We went to the area above the pool to sit. "Charlie, I'm going to loose him anyway. He's out of here after he graduates. He tole me that already. There's nothing for him to do here on the Cape; I can't ask him to stay."
Alone now and looking out at the ocean, Charlie took me in his arms. "It's the way it is when you get involved with someone much younger. I'll be here for you." Fighting tears, I hugged him back. "You'll be fine Bill; you are a survivor, like I am." Then we kissed. It was passionate and I wanted more. My hands went to Charlie's ass and I pulled him in hard against me. 'Being here does not mean I'll be a substitute, my friend. When you're ready for me, we'll both know." He kissed me and then took my hands from him and stepped back. "let's go get a drink and you can tell me about the public fucking that Mike gave Carl." I looked at him, surprised that he had been told. "I have my sources. I may not have been here, but I know almost everything that's happened." He laughed.
I told Charlie in detail. I could see his cock rise and he took notice of mine doing the same thing. We both made adjustments. It was then that we saw the quartet come back into the gym. Charlie pulled me back from the railing and whispered that we just might enjoy the show that was about to take place. Paul told the others to get naked. They did just that and were very quick about it. Carl and Carlos looked to Mike making it clear that they considered him to be the teacher now. Paul, being quick on the uptake, bowed to Mike first indicating his willingness to follow rather than lead. Charlie exhaled in surprise.
I grinned. Mike went to Paul and indicated with his head that Big and Little were to be a pair. "You two will use the locker room," Mike told them. I want to be alone with Paul for this. The younger two looked disappointed but did as they were told and left. I motioned to Charlie that we should leave.
"Billy, you need to see this and I think I do to. It will clear some shadows from my memory and my store of guilt perhaps."
Mike went to Paul and took his head in his hands and drew Paul's face to his. "You don't know how much I've wanted to do this." Mike said loud enough so that Charlie and I could hear.
"Not anymore than I. Do you know how fantastic you are? Do you? I've felt this way about just four men:
Charlie's son, Charlie, Bill and you. It's more than just sex, Mike. I love all four of you."
"Can you love more than one person? I'm not sure..." Mike stopped talking; his eyes were glued to Paul's.
"Yes, you can. Some people can if there heart is big enough and they understand the levels of love. I know you won't feel the same towards me that you feel towards Dad. I appreciate that. What you have with him is what I have with Charlie. I doubt I'll ever be in love with anyone again the way I loved Charlie's son." This time, Paul stopped talking and it was then that Mike really kissed him for the first time. What a magnificent pair of studs they were. Paul was tanned and Mike's skin tone was almost the same. They were both over 6' tall and both is superb physical condition, both were truly handsome men and almost equal in cock length and thickness.
Mike held Paul's head and Paul's hands wrapped around Mike's body pressing them closer together. They almost danced with thrusting and receiving cock against belly. Animal sound, moans, grunts, sharp breath intake, exhalations, sighs, cries of pleasure all filled the gym. "I want your ass, big brother. That's what I want." Mike growled.
"Take it!" Paul turned quickly and bending nearly double, he used his hands to spread his cheeks. Sweaty from running, his crack glistened. Mike was leaking huge amounts of precum. Using his hands around Paul's waist to steady himself, Mike made one great thrust and his cock was deep into Paul's body. "YESSSSS!!!!!!" Paul shouted. Show me what you got, Little Brother. Take my Marine ass." Mike was very quick and short with his spear at first but soon slowed to a rhythm that pleased them both. Paul met his every move with his own. Mike began to pull out completely and enter Paul's ass ring and going down to where his pubes brushed Paul's cheeks with each stroke. "Hot damn, Boy. You're getting my nut each time. Fuck me harder, Babe, harder. Ram that gorgeous cock of yours into me. That's all Mike needed to hear. He reached down and pulled Paul upright so that his chest was against Paul's back. Mike's fingers found Paul's nipples and began twisting and pinching with each thrust. Paul turned his face sideways and Mike opened his mouth. Paul's tongue rhythm matched Mike's cock rhythm. Mike left off of one man tit and took Paul's cock in it. "No, Mike, work my pecs. Make me cum with just your cock. See if you are man enough..." Mike rammed his tongue into Paul's mouth silencing him. I thought that the fucking had been intense before but it now became frenzied. I looked over at Charlie. He was matching Mike's rhythm with his hand on his own cock. Hell, I thought, why not. I dropped trow as Charlie had done and started stroking mine. Mike and Paul became a blur. The next thing I knew, I had Charlie's massive cock in my hand and he had mine in his.
In what seemed like just seconds I heard Mike scream, take my load, Major, Sir, take my load up your tight Marine ass." Charlie and I turned to look at the pair below. Paul's glistening red cock head spurted rope after rope of thick, white cum. It bounced in the air untouched by human hands. Mike's teeth were clamped down on Paul's shoulder and we could hear a muffled scream coming from him as his back arched and his cock went even deeper into Paul's ass. With that, I began cumming in Charlie's hand. I tried to pull away from him.
"Let me have it, Billy Boy, give it to me" He whispered. I did and he gave me his. This took several minutes more it seemed. It was then that we looked down to see both Mike and Paul turn towards the balcony over the pool where we thought we were hidden.
Looking up, with big boyish grins, they bowed together towards us. They did this just once, and saying nothing, they headed for the showers. I dared not look at Charlie. Taking my hand in his, he pressed it first to his lips and then to mine. Then I looked at him. "This is just a prelude, Billy; just a prelude. Let's join our boys in the shower."