I thought about telling Mike what I had seen and decided not to. He had started dinner by the time I returned. I went to him, and from behind, hugged him hard and kissed his neck. I told him, without sex this time, that I loved him. Turning and looking at me, he knew something had upset me. Being smart, he did not press the issue. We continued the tasks of meal preparation working smoothly together. It occurred to me that we had, in just two days, become very familiar with each other. After eating, Mike went back to work and I cleaned up.
Sometime around 8 PM, he came down from the loft and began rummaging through the fridge. I turned off the TV and told him that if he was hungry that I had something he could munch on.
With soft laughter, he took my hand, shut off the lights and led me to the bedroom. I wanted to be led, believe me. As before, we started with kissing, hugging and stroking. We all know that there are only so many ways to begin foreplay so I'll not bore you. As the tension built, images of the beach scene I had witnessed kept flashing through my mind. The brutality of Charlie's assault on Paul had frightened, disgusted and greatly excited me all at the same time.
I saw a different man then I had known; he was someone other than the good friend and confident that I had experienced over the last 20 months. I also was angry. I was angry at myself for being interested in cock sizes, for being excited by watching one guy fuck another guy and by my being in bed with a kid young enough to be my grandson. I was angry at Charlie for his having fallen off the pedestal that I had placed him on; he was no longer my super-hero. I had always thought of myself as kind, caring, compassionate, honorable, a boy scout and now I was just another dirty old man and for all intents and purposes, a pedophile i thought.
My "love making" became more and more excited and demanding. I'm not sure if Mike became Paul, or if in my mind, I became Charlie; or was just I an angry "DAD" punishing his son. My cock driving against Mike's firm belly became increasingly more insistent and my hands on his pecs began squeezing and my thumb and forefingers began pinching and twisting nipples. They had minds of their own it seemed. My tongue pried its way between his lips and began thrusting down his throat as far as it could reach. Mike, by this time, was aware of a different atmosphere. He did not pull away or ask me to slow down or stop. Lust took over his facial expression.
"Turn over boy, put that ass in the air!" I ordered. He quickly complied and buried his face in the pillow.
"Take your hands and spread your cheeks!" My cock was slick with pre-cum and I rammed it into Mike's waiting hole. I hit bottom on one thrust and he collapse onto the bed, he gulped air, and buried his face in the pillow. I heard a soft moan, his body deemed to shiver. I guess I was aware that I had caused him pain. I was in pain; I wanted Mike to feel some of it. I pounded my cock deep, fast and hard into his stretched ass. Slowly Mike began to respond; he began meeting my thrusts with his own. I slapped him not too gently on the shoulder. "Lie still! Lie still!" I did not want him to enjoy this. Again and again I thrust myself into him. The need to climax became more and insistent yet relief seemed to draw father and father away. Finally in frustration or whatever, I pulled away, out from him and jerked myself off. My cum spewed all over Mike's back and ass. He turned his head so that he could look up at me. "Don't look at me." I whispered, I turned and went out into the dark living area and stood facing the marsh and the ocean beyond the cold, closed glass door. Tears ran down my cheeks.
I heard Mike coming up behind me. "I'm sorry your angry at me. What did I do wrong? Please Dad, don't be mad at me.? Talk to me. Don't leave me alone; I never want to be alone again." He hugged me to him.
"It's not you alone; it's no more your fault anymore than it's mine or even Charlie's." I'm sorry I hurt you." I turned to him and folded him in my arms. With his being that much taller, my head rested on his well-muscled chest. He stroked my back, and then kissed me gently. I kissed him back. Damn, damn, damn, I needed him in my life; I did not want to be alone either.
"You didn't hurt me all that much. I kind of liked it." Mike said softly. "I wouldn't like it like that all the time, but it was different and very exciting." And laughing once again, he took hold of my sticky, limp cock and pulled me back towards the bed.
"We need to talk." and I put my hand on his, trying to lift it off of me. He then told me in a much more grown-up voice that he would rather we do that in the morning and all he wanted was for me to spoon him so that we could go to sleep. When we climbed back into bed, my hip settled in a pool of boy juice. Lying there still, Mike had shot his load. I smiled to myself, maybe he did like it that way, harsh, and it occurred to me that probably Paul had liked it too.
On Friday, Mike and I had easy gentle sex in the morning, made breakfast together and he went to work up in the loft. I took my coffee out onto the deck and found a sheltered corner in which to relax. I took off my shirt and laid face down on the lounge. Shortly I heard Charlie and dog padding across it and, in a moment or two, I opened my eyes to see his body bent over and his face inches away from mine. With a scowl on his otherwise hansom face, he told me that it was not gentlemanly to spy on others when they were making love I responded that I was sure I had not been watching two gentlemen and that I also doubted that there was much love involved in the brutal fucking I had witnessed. I asked him if he spelled lust and love the same way?
His fingers traced the ridge of my spine and he said something to the effect that I had much to learn. I smiled a bit and answered, "Don't ever ask me to make a bet with you, buddy. I have no desire to pay the winner." Removing his hand, Charlie laughed and sat on the floor near me. He began to tell me a bit of history with Paul. He explained that he and Paul often engaged in "rough sex." I had an idea what that was having recently experimented a bit with it myself.
That I did not tell Charlie. Paul had been assigned to Charlie's unit when he graduated from the academy and served under him until Charlie retired and then with Dave, another Marine buddy. I asked and Charlie told me that the unit focused on embassy safety, secure communications and espionage. Dave, the other man in the bird the day before, was a colonel and was due back Saturday morning. Charlie wanted me to meet him and the two other men he was bringing with him. Charlie continued explaining his relationships in a guarded way at first. I gathered that Dave, 41 years old, had been at Norwich with Alex, Charlie's half brother. I did not even know Charlie had any living relatives. It seems that Charlie's folks had divorced immediately after WW II and that at some point his dad had married a woman just a few years older than Charlie himself. I knew his dad was dead but had no idea that Charlie had a stepmother and that they had a warm relationship. Charlie, for the first time in almost two years, talked openly about himself. Yet, there was something he was not telling me; that I knew.
After an hour or two, Mike appeared and asked if we two old men wanted some coffee. Charlie rose, strode to the door, but his hands on Mike's waist and lifted Mike easily up off the floor and spun him around over his head. Mike laughed like an awe-struck child. When Charlie put him down, I went in to make coffee and the two of them started chatting again like they had the day before. Their conversation about the ancient Cyrillic alphabets and characters, and possible code writing and breaking techniques left me out. I dozed off. Mike woke me to tell me lunch was ready, Charlie was long gone, I guess. Mike soon was back at work and the rest of the day and the the evening passed without any major problems. I did yard work and then read while Mike worked the keyboard up in the loft. We made sweet, gentle love after going to bed for the evening.
Saturday morning was more of the same; breakfast, love making and then a late lunch. I noticed a change in Mike's behavior. His shoulders slumped, his head was down and there were few smiles; he was again the boy that had come home with me a few days before. "I'm going back to the cottage." was all he told me. Answering my why question, "I need my bike." Again I asked why. "I have to go to church." Now I knew I had a problem. I offered to drive him and he reluctantly accepted.
When we arrived in the parking lot, Mike directed me to the side and asked me to let him out. Just as he opened the door, a middle aged priest came down the steps of the side entrance. "Good Michael, I need your help. Father Mac is ill. I drove over to your place now, but would you not be missing when I needed you, boy." Mike introduced me to Father Liam Sullivan who then greeted me in a deep voice accented with a delightful brogue. Mike explained quickly that there had been some problems at his aunt's cottage and that I had taken him in. Father Liam urged Mike to hurry and get his vestments on; that mass was soon to start.
Mike hesitated. Turning to me, "Now won't you be staying Bill and then you can join me for a taste of the creature. Just a wee one; I have a wedding to do at 7:00." Turning to Mike, he urged, "Hurry now Michael, and won't you be helping me again at the wedding and then the masses in the morning." Hurrying off himself, I watched Mike; he did as he was told. I sat in the last row and left when communion was served. I waited in the hall and after the last parishioner left, Father Liam and Mike came to me. I was invited for a light supper as well but declined that and the drink. The good Father said that he knew Mike had made plans with me and that he was sure I would understand his not being able to go with me. Mike said something to the effect that helping Father Liam was part of his job. Charlie would be disappointed that Mike would not be joining us and I knew better than to be late.
I arrived back at Charlie's and was introduced to Colonel Dave, to retired Colonel, Frank, and his business partner and friend Nate. The last two designed programs and adapted hardware for Colonel Dave's unit was all that I was told regarding the three men. Paul lingered in the background and soon offered a round of drinks. When I was alone for just a moment, Charlie asked about Mike. Swallowing an almost full glass of straight scotch and very little water, and with a cough induced by the high-powered alcohol, I replied "The church has him." Tears filled my eyes. I blamed them on the whiskey. Charlie frowned and told Paul to bring me another drink, a double. I proceeded to get very drunk very quickly. I did not drink often and could not remember the last time I had felt like that. Sometime shortly after dinner, around 8:30 I think, I nodded off and then spilled something all over myself. Charlie called Paul over and told him to take me home, clean me out, clean me up, and stay with me till Paul thought it safe to leave me alone. His face showing keen disappointment, Paul acknowledged the order, "Sir, Yes Sir, I'll do as ordered, Sir." This was not the duty Paul had been planning on. I think that he and the other guests were intent on having a small orgy from some of the conversation I had heard when they thought I had passed out. Charlie just smirked and blew him a kiss, Charlie was under the influence; such an overt gesture was completely out of character.
Paul left the room and returned shortly dressed in fatigue sweat shirt and shorts. He picked me up like I was a sack of flower, slung me over his shoulder and headed for the door. I insisted, "Put me down, you big bastard, put me down!" The guys broke out in gales of laughter. In order to keep from sliding off of his shoulder, I grabbed onto the bottom edges of his shorts. They rode up quickly and exposed his magnificent ass muscles. I hung on with one hand and began slapping his cheeks with the other. "Put me down, you ox, put me down."
Paul smirked at the men watching him. "This might not be too bad after all." And with that, we went out into the night. I again grabbed on with both hands, but this time I held onto flesh, not fabric. On entering my place, Paul asked where the bath was and I pointed. He sat me on the throne and immediately removed what few clothes he had on and then began stripping me. I tried pushing his hands away. Laughing, he told me, "Why don't you behave; I'm going to do as Charlie ordered with or without your help. He's a man to be obeyed, you saw that the other day."
I stood when it came to taking off my slacks and then I sat again when he removed my shoes and socks. By then, I was feeling sick to my stomach. Indicating the need for the sink, I stood and then began to slide down. Paul grabbed me with one arm and, "Open your mouth!" he ordered. I complied only to have him shove two rather long fingers down my throat. It took only a second and the first part of Charlie's orders was completed. Paul turned me and sat me back on the hopper. Reaching down, he took a vial of something from the pocket of his shorts, snapped it and told me to swallow. Knowing now that resistance was futile, I did what I was told. Paul adjusted the shower heads in the large stall shower and then pulled me in with him. He held my back to his chest and then began to wash me all over with his one free hand. He started with my hair and went slowly down my chest. He squeezed my man tit and I instinctively pushed ass back, hoping to free myself from the pain. I felt a hard cock slap up against my lower back. being 6" shorter than Paul, That's about where it landed. His hand continued lower and lower and soon he was washing my cock and balls. These he did with exquisite tenderness; I was soon at full staff and enjoying every second of what was being done to me in the name of cleanliness. I was pretty much sober by then. Paul turned me around and told me to put my hands on the shower wall. He began at the top of my head; his hands made soft swirls all they way down to my ass. Then Paul knelt behind me and I felt his tongue in my ass crack. His big hands were busy too; one was stroking my cock and the was on my belly, massaging, playing with my fur. I pushed my ass back into his face, wanting more of his tongue in me. It then dawned on me where all of this was leading. I turned around and Paul stood and stuck his tongue in my mouth.
"You'll have to rape me if you want my ass; I don't want to be fucked by you or anyone else." I managed to choke out.
"I've never forced anyone; I'm an officer as you know but I understand that you told Charlie that neither of us is a gentle man." He laughed. Pulling his head down to mine, I stuck my tongue into his mouth and and grabbed onto his cock. Damn, I wanted sex with this man, this magnificent man. He lifted me into his arms and carried me to the Taking a towel, he began to rub softly on my body. I relaxed almost immediately and soon began to moan softly. For such a huge man, his touch was exquisitely delicate. My body was soon on fire and my mind also was on fire with lust, desire. My cock was rigid. Paul wet it with his tongue and then climbed over me. He rose up and placed my cock head at his ring and then just took me inside of him without any hesitation or difficulty. Paul then began to flex his ass muscles in a slow steady rhythm while his hands played softly with my chest. He bent over and began licking my face with his long tongue. He was an expert at doing these things, of that I was sure. I began to arch my back, meeting thrust of ass with thrust of cock. Soft screams came from deep within my soul; Mike excited me but not like this. It took only minutes before cum spurted from my cock. Paul could tell what was happening; he sunk down on my cock and stayed absolutely still. Still that is except for the milking sensations of his pelvic muscles and then, without saying or doing anything else, he shot man juice all over me. Rope after rope of hot white cum shot from his thick, throbbing cock. I felt it on my face, my chest, my belly. Paul again bent down and taking some on his tongue, fed his nectar to me. My head tossed from side to side, trying to get more of him inside my mouth.
Just then, headlights from a car coming up the drive shattered the passion and the afterglow. Paul took a robe from the hook on the door, Mike's robe and tossed me mine. "I don't know who that is." I managed to gasp as I came back down to earth. By the time car stopped, we were at the slider. I watched as Father Liam walked around to the passenger door opened it and then struggled to get Mike out of the car. Mike slipped to the ground and Paul, barefooted and just barely covered by my robe, went out to help. I heard Father tell Paul that Mike had had too much to drink. Father followed Paul in.
"Michael had to get drunk to tell me what has happened. I could not risk having him stay with me, nor did he want to. Indeed, Bill, I have to tell you that I am a gay priest but I've been celibate for 35 years; I am true to my vows." His brogue had almost disappeared it seemed. I'll want to talk to you both on Monday morning, I'll be here just after mass." Introducing himself to Paul who was holding Mike in his arms, just like a baby, and glancing down at Paul's exposed body, Father Liam shook his head and left. Paul looked at me, shook his head, and headed for the shower.
Now awake, Mike looked at me, and with tears in his eyes, cried out, "Dad, make him take off my robe, it's mine. You gave that to me!"
"Don't be such a damn cry baby, stud. I', gonna take it off and I'm gonna take all your shit off too." Paul grinned and grunted as he put Mike on the toilet.
I honestly did not know if I should laugh or cry. I did know that I had a mess to deal with.