I watched Paul strip and then undress Mike. Mike could not take his eyes from Paul's magnificent body and I was jealous. Paul examined Mike pretty closely too now that he had some light.
"Who is he?" Paul questioned. The look on his face seemed half amazed shock and half admiration. Not being sure what he wanted to know I just told him Mike's whole name and that he had lived near by and was now staying with me. Paul knew about Mike, Charlie had not spared any details regarding Mike's and my living arrangements. "NO, NO! I know him, or someone related to him, Paul continued." He looks like Charlie's half brother Alex and a great deal like his s..." and then Paul closed down. His Marine spook background kicked in. I told him that Charlie had said he was related to half the people in town and that Mike's mother's family were also from the town and that I knew that this women was a distant relative of Charlie's. Otherwise, the great aunt would not own property on the point. Paul's face still a mask, he started washing Mike who was now more awake. Mike, now stretched out on the shower floor, had a silly, alcohol inspired grin on his face as Paul ministered to his cock and balls with a cloth and a bar of soap.
Jealousy did rear it's ugly head. "You really enjoy your work there, Paul; maybe you had best leave that to me." I suggested with as much sarcasm in my voice as I could muster. Paul laughed at me and handed me the cloth and told me to give him a holler when Mike needed to be moved.
"Hey Dad, there's always room for one more!" Mike told me. I thought to myself - not now, not here and not in my bed. I tried moving Mike myself but gave in and called out to Paul who had stretched out on the couch.
"That's right, call in the MARINES!" Paul responded and then picked Mike up by himself and deposited him naked and cock-hard on my bed.
"Gee, Dad, look at that." Mike giggled and began stroking his boy tool. Paul took it all in and excused himself.
"You two, need to be alone, I think." I heard the slider open and close and so I climbed over Mike, trying to get him onto a side of the bed rather than in the middle where he had landed. Mike reached up, put his arms around me and began to cry."
"I'm sorry Dad, I'm sorry, I've spoiled things. But you should not have been with Paul. This is my place." And then Mike kissed me and his hands soon found my still sticky cock. He pulled his hand away.
"I knew you were with him, I knew." he moaned.
"I thought you had really left me; I didn't think you were coming back. The look on your face when I left you with the father was one that said "Good Bye." It's you I love, silly." And then, I kissed him softly all over his wet face.
"Make love to me, then." Mike wrapped his legs over mine and his arms around my back and pulled me down on top of him. I did as I was asked to do with little difficulty. It was done so slowly with as much tenderness as I could muster. My tongue bathed his body from head to toe and then I turned him over and began at his neck and worked my way down his spine. I could not seem to stop, my tongue began exploring his crack and boy hole. Mike began pushing his beautiful ass up into my face and my hands found his cock and balls. I feathered them with the lightest possible strokes while my tongue probed deeper and deeper. "Now, Now, do it now!" Mike's voice entered my lust covered brain. I rose up on my knees and crawled forward on the bed till my cock head was at the gates of paradise and I pushed gently. Mike relaxed, sighed and I was inside of his ass; my pubes began brushing his ass cheeks. I laid on top of him, pinning him to the bed and once again began licking his neck and shoulders. His face turned and I reamed his ear and then twisted till I found his mouth with mine. Lust, love, who knows; perhaps a healthy combination of both. I raised up and began slow deep fucking that beautiful boy ass. It was not long since my tryst with Paul so it took longer than it had in the past for me to climax. Mike stayed with me, "Deeper, deeper, do it harder and deeper. Make me yours, Dad, take me." Finally, relief came. I filled my boy's ass with what little juice I had left. Mike had climaxed before I did; his spasms helped send me over the edge. I pulled from him and he turned over. We both stretched our bodies out and relaxed. Kissing was sweet and before long Mike fell asleep underneath me, "Thanks Dad, can we do it again in the morning?" he asked with a soft laugh, and the he was off.
I could not sleep; thoughts, guilt, excitement, what Paul had given me, whatever the reason. It was then that I heard something in the other room. My pulse quickened and I slipped out of Mike's embrace and crept into the great room. Paul was struggling to get comfortable on the sofa; I had not heard him come back in.
Seeing me, he explained that the rest of the guys had gone playing in Provincetown and left Charlie's house locked up tight. He asked, with a smug look on his face, if I had enjoyed Mike's ass as much as I had his. Being in the state of mind I was, I answered honestly, "It was entirely different. With you, it was the most passionate sex I've had since I was first with my ex wife 35 years ago. With Mike, it's softer, sweeter, just as good, but different. I don't regret what you and I did, Paul - not one bit."
"Good, do you want to do it again?"
"Good grief, I'm 60 years old. You are asking for a miracle. He laughed and pulled me down on top of him.
His hard body welcomed me. He took my head in his large strong hands, kissed me and then pushed it down, down, down.
"I'm 41 and ready again. Can you do something about that?" His cock, on closer inspection and in the light from the almost full moon outside, glistened in pre-cum. "I watched you and Mike; that was hot, man."
My two hands just about encased the length of his big man shaft. He was almost bigger that Mike and me added together. He and Charlie would probably make a matched set, I thought; and then my cock began to stir. Paul saw this happen and turned me around so that my cock was over his mouth and his under mine. "I'm going to take you on a round-the-world trip, old man. Miracles do happen I see." He swallowed me. In one gulp he took it all in. I gasped and then tried to take him. I managed his mushroom cock head and maybe a 3rd of his shaft before I began to gag. "Rather new at this you are. I should have remembered. Work the head, old man, just work the head. Let me show you." I mirrored Paul's movements and before long we were both close to shooting our loads. Well, he would; I assumed mine would be dry. It happened for Paul first. I had a hard time swallowing anything but it was either swallow or suffocate. Paul reached up and found my ass ring. He pushed a finger in and found my ass nut. With just a few gentle massage strokes, he had me cumming; I just moaned in ecstasy. Paul turned my body so that we were face to face and lips to lips. We exchanged whatever we had left in our mouths and I thought that I had finally "done it all;" well, almost all. He had not tried to get his massive cock up my ass. I knew I could not sleep and asked Paul if he wanted me to leave him alone. Kissing me again softly, he murmured; "Do you want to?" I shook my head and told him that I wanted too talk if that was OK; that I had some questions. "I'll answer you honestly about almost anything but there are things you have no need to know." I understood and my first question was about his relationship with Charlie. That was strange.
"Charlie and I go back almost 23 years; I first met him when I was a freshman and in a dorm suite with Alex and Rod." We went to his place in Florida for Christmas." When I asked who Rod was, Paul hesitated.
'He was Charlie's son." I sat up straight. I had not known that he had a family of his own. Years ago my wife had introduced me to Charlie when we were visiting her aunt and uncle, the previous owners of the cottage where I now lived. They were also Charlie's great aunt and uncle. He had been alone every other time, not frequent, that we had seen him.
He told me that Charlie's wife was his step mothers younger sister. Charlie's dad had met his second wife-to-be at Charlie's wedding and they soon became a couple and married quickly as she was pregnant. Less than a year later, the two sisters had had sons within a week of each other.
Paul began again, "I'm breaking a confidence here; but you need to know. About me, I've always been mostly homo-sexual. I occasionally have a women, but I prefer men. Not long after the three of us began sharing quarters at the academy, I began sucking both Alex and Rod's rods." Paul laughed. "They had had some teen stuff and were not virgins with either males or females. It relieved stress for all of us and we were as close as brothers. I was closer to Rod, though, then Alex. When Alex wasn't there he would fill my ass and suck my cock, too." Charlie was entirely straight back then; almost a homophobic, I guess. He did not learn about the three of us, or about Rod and me till almost 7 years later. By then, the three stooges had graduated and were working in Charlie's unit. Charlie's dad passed away and we went to Florida for the funeral. Rod and I got careless one night and did not shut our bedroom door tightly. Charlie discovered us making love. He had a shit hemorrhage. He called us both every name he could think of and actually punched Rod when he came to my defense. He thought it was all my fault. By then Rachel, Rod's mom had come along to see what the problem was. She was angry more with Charlie than with Rod and me. I guess she sort of suspected the truth. Anyway, Charlie ordered us out of the house the next morning and then said I was to stay. I was, after all, his aide. He had decided to not expose us to the Corps; the scandal would have devastated our unit. Rod and his dad fought again with words and fists. Rachel intervened and insisted that Rod fly back to Washington with her that afternoon. Their plane crashed on the way back; their were no survivors. You can imagine what torment Charlie has lived with; they parted with angry words and never had a chance to say 'I'm sorry". For almost a year, I nursed Charlie through a drunken haze. When sober, he was fine; but, when we were alone, he was verbally and physically abusive which I took as my 'deserved punishment'. One night, just about a year later, I screamed in physical pain and mental anguish. I hit him back, again and again. I loved Rod, God help me I loved him and he loved me. I hate you, you killed him, I didn't. It was you, you and your code of ethics, your fucking Semper Fi attitude. He looked at me, turned away and fell on his face. I picked him up, much as I did you and Mike last night. I cleaned him up and then put him to bed. I was about to leave, thinking it would be the last time. I would demand a transfer and then resign from the Corps. Charlie must have sensed this, struggled out of the bed and followed me. He ordered me back into the bedroom." Paul stopped here; tears were streaming down his face.
"Charlie was just about an even match for me physically 15 years ago. He pushed me down on the bed and began tearing at my clothes. He almost raped me. It would have been rape but I wanted it to happen. We have been frequent lovers ever since. You saw him in action the other day; we still do it that way now and then. Anyway, by morning, we had come to an understanding; we both sucked and fucked the night away. Yeah, Charlie lets me have the General's ass. Now you know."
I did not ask any questions or make any comments. I guess we had compounded the mess. I still did not understand what was happening to me. I pulled Paul up off the couch saying, "Let's go to bed; but you sleep on the outside and I in the middle and you don't touch Mike. Is that understood?"
Paul sounded like a teen and laughed quietly, "Yeah, Dad, I understand, but what if Mike touches me?" He kissed me and squeezed my ass. We went to bed.