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I'm 60, recently divorced and horny just about all of
the time. It rained today; the tale end of Hurricane
Ivan passed over the Cape. I needed to get out of the
converted cottage in Eastham where I've lived for the
past year. I retired, left Boston and my selfish k**s
after the divorce. IThe cottage, some small savings,
my car and my pension are all that survived the
nastiness. I drove the short distance over to the
ocean and parked just beyond a now-closed restaurant
where the surf was easily visible. Another car,
empty, was parked at the far end of the rather small
lot.

The rain beat on the side of the car and the
windshield and the noise was something to hear. The
ocean was magnificent in its fury with gray green wave
after wave crashing and white foam spewing up into
the air. My hand strayed to my crotch and I began
stroking my 7" uncut cock in rhythm with the wipers.
I loosened my belt, unzipped my genes and pulled it
out. It's thickness filled my hand, the loose
foreskin rolled easily back and I gently began
massaging the fat, dark red mushroom head. My other
hand worked my chest. This had been just about my
only sex in the last year. I had had two brief
affairs with women my age after the divorce but when
they mentioned the "M" word, I went, no ran in the
other direction. I was in no hurry and this was my
first time doing anything in a public place. I
continued stroking for several minutes when something
moving at the edge of my vision caught my attention.
There was a slight rise to the left of the car and it
was covered by some rather thick scrub pine. I moved
slightly so that I could adjust and then see out of
the side mirror. I wanted to know if the movement was
wind, a person or perhaps a coyote or other wild
a****l. I continued working my cock.

A moment or two later a yellow slicker covered head
peeped through and then down through the bushes. It
was the face of a k** or young guy. At this point, I
did not know if I should quit or continue. Something
in me responded to the challenge and I slid my pants
down and pulled my T shirt up to my neck. For all
intents and purposes, I was now naked. I'm 5'8" tall,
weigh 165 lbs, and I work out frequently. I shave
my head and I don't look all that bad; but, I am 60.
I have a good, but not great body with moderately
hairy pecs, abs and ass. I could see the eyes of the
voyeur following my every movement. Without thinking
too much about it, I pressed the window switch and
said, "Get in this car." The head ducked, and then a
few moments later it appeared again. I continued,
"Come on, get in, the rain's coming through the open
window and it's warm in here."

"I'm not queer." was the quiet response.
"neither am I; let's talk about it."

With that, he climbed down, walked around and got in.
He had to be close to 6' tall, dark haired, and looked
to be in good shape. He looked me in the eyes and
smiled, blushed, and said his name was Mike. I told
him that mine was Bill. I had not stopped stroking
through any of this. Mike's eyes went to my slow
moving hand.

"Take off your rain gear." I told him. He had on a
thin shirt, and underneath the yellow rubber treated
pants he wore a pair of thin gym shorts. They were
tented. I reached over, took his hand and put it on
my cock and held it there. Mike did not struggle to
pull away and soon picked up my rhythm, or that of the
wiper blades. I sighed and then moaned. Mike looked
at my face and then back at my cock. Turning sideways
on the seat, pushing one leg behind his back and
placing the other over his lap so that it pressed his
boy cock against his belly, I reached over and pulled
his face to mine and stuck my tongue in his mouth; or
I tried to. He resisted, "No, I said I'm not gay."

"How old are you?," "18." he answered.

"I just got divorced, I'm horny and I'm lonely. So
are you. This is man to man." I pulled his head
again into mine and this time his lips parted. Soon
he began sucking on my tongue. After a few moments of
this, I let my tongue wander over to his ears; first
one and then the other. I played with the hair on the
back of his neck and then pushed his head down so that
his mouth met my hairy nipple.

"Suck it Mike, lick it like it belonged to your
girlfriend."

"Don't have one, never have. Never been with
anyone." he moaned.

Pre-cum was now oozing freely from my slit and Mike,
lifting his head, looked at his hand.

"Taste it!" I sort of growled and he did. I kissed
him again for several moments; reaching into his warm
mouth with as much tongue as I could produce. Gently
then, I took his head and began pushing it slowly to
my crotch. "Kiss my cock, baby, kiss my cock" I
whispered.

Very slowly, Mike did just that. "Now the shaft." He
followed my directions. Some time later and I don't
know how long, I lifted his head back to my throbbing
mushroom and almost in a begging voice, I whispered,
"Suck it all." Mike began slowly and then worked
faster and faster and swallowed more and more of me.
He began fucking his 8" thick boy cock against the
inside of my calf as he leaned over me with one knee
on the floor and the other pressed hard into the seat.

I can't remember ever feeling this excited. I had
had a few blow jobs from a guy, the resident dorm
cock-sucker in college and later from two or three
women. Nothing I had ever experienced compared to
this. I could not hold off any longer....

"AGHHhhhhh AGHHHhhhhhhhhh AAAHhhghhhhhh!" I think I
was screaming. Mike's cock exploded against my leg
and I felt the heat of his juice streaming down my
leg. He swallowed mine and continued nursing like a
baby. I finally pulled his face to mine and tasted me
on his lips. I held him close as the heat and passion
of our kissing slowly subsided into something much
more gentle and affectionate.

"Come home with me, please?" I whispered again in his
ear.

With tears in his eyes he answered, almost sobbing,
"I'm not gay, I'm not."

"Come home with me; even if all we do is talk. You
should not be alone." Mike nodded, and I pointed to
the other car... "Yours?"

"No, I live near here."

I chuckled, "Hope whoever it belongs to is still down
on the beach. Let's go."


I've not written anything in a few years. If you want
to know what happened later, let me know...

Mike began to pull up and then down his clothes that
had been rearranged during our frantic sex. I
suggested that it was't necessary as my place was not
even a mile from where we were parked; it dawned on me
that Mike and I were neighbors. He did not look at
me; instead, he staired straight ahead into the rain.
I asked where he was staying and he told me it was at
his great aunt's. On taking a closer look at him, I
doubted that he was only 18 and asked about it. He
told me that he was so nervous and that he had meant
to say he was over 18, not 18. Not that I cared, but
I asked how much older and he responded. "24". Hell,
that was the same age as my youngest daughter. With a
wry smile, I then asked if he had forgotten to tell me
anything else and asked if he indeed had been a
virgin. Mike nodded in the affirmative and then
hesitated.

By then we were entering my garage and all
conversation was on hold.
I led him into the great room which was kitchen,
dining and living space. When I had become sole owner
a year ago, I had renovated the place; doing as much
of the work as I could myself. I had been an
instructor of design at the junior college level and
had some talent. It was really quite hansom,
masculine, with deep reds and navy contrasted against
white walls and lots of natural wood. The furnishings
were minimal, the windows large, and I had left a fire
burning in the glass-front stove. The view was across
the salt marsh and the ocean in all its fury could be
seen at some distance. Mike seemed to react
positively to the place; he finally turned to me and
said something about it being quite wonderful. I
really did not care about that at this point, I wanted
his body again, but thought that I had best go slowly.
I offered him some wine and we sat on the hearth rug,
feeling the heat warm our semi-naked bodies.

After several minutes I took the initiative once
again. "What were you going to tell me?" I asked.
Mike was mute. In my best parent/teacher voice I
urged, "Come on, boy - out with it!" It can't be that
bad."

In a quiet voice he began, "I'm on leave from St.
John's Seminary; I have a decision to make about
joining the priesthood." I guess my mouth sort of
hung open. "Shocked you I guess?" This time I
nodded. "Given the recent problems here in the Boston
area," Mike went on, "I don't want to heap any more
problems onto the church. I've been having thoughts,
dreams about being with a guy for years. I guess I'm
no longer dreaming about it." There was some sadness
in his voice and also some sense of relief. He
explained that his grandmother and her sister had
raised him and that it had been their desire and his
that he be a priest. Mike had been an "unfortunate
accident" when his mother was 16 and his father was
17. I remembered then my daughter talking about Mike
in general terms over the years; he was someone that
she knew. He paused after giving a bit more of family
history, and looking straight into my eyes, he went
on. "I guess I know now that even if I'm not gay, I
sure as hell liked what we did." This time Mike
smiled a bit and once again blushed. Damn, that was a
turn on.

Without another thought, I reached over and drew him
to me. I began kissing his sweet face. My tongue
went everywhere. I traced his eyebrows, the tip of
his nose and then I outlined his mouth with my tongue.
Mike began to breathe more rapidly and his arms went
around my body. I then began working on his ears. A
soft moan escaped and I could feel hard boy cock
pressed against hard man cock, my cock. Our lips met
once again and we began exchanging tongue. Half
sitting, half reclined, we were not comfortable.
"Let's go to bed." I urged and standing, pulled Mike
to his feet.

"If I do this, there is no turning back, is there?" he
half asked and he half stated.

"No, not for either one of us I guess." was all I
could say. I was dealing inside with my own questions
or issues regarding sex or more accurately this time,
making love with another man. Once again, Mike came
into my arms; his body shivered and there was one
quiet sob and then he whispered, "Make love to me,"


I did not feel any guilt, there was no hesitation. I
took him to my bedroom. I undressed him. There was
little to remove, only a thin, worn T shirt, a pair of
very worn but clean jockey briefs, a pair of running
shorts and torn nikes. His body was thin and I
wondered if he had been eating enough. I would feed
him later and get him some decent clothes I thought.
That thought was very brief. Mike's hands went to my
clothes and he undressed me as I had undressed him.
Both of our cocks were stiff, standing at attention.
I pulled him against my hairy chest and his arms went
around me and then his hands were on my bare ass. I
liked the feeling of them as he began kneading my
flesh. Still standing, he began a slow, delicate
pumping of his boy tool against my belly. I liked
that, too.

I turned us so that his back was to my big, soft bed
and leaning into him, I half forced him down onto his
back. I extended my body the length of his and
placing the soles of my feet against the tops of his,
I began a slow, steady fucking rhythm of cock to cock,
cock to belly. Pre-cum oozed from both. My mouth
once again found his and my tongue probed, pushed in,
going deeper and deeper. I had never taken a guy's
ass but figured it would not be any different than
pussy. I began a slow kissing down the length of
Mike's body. I sucked and licked boy tit and it was
GOOD! I worked his hair trail with my tongue down
lower and lower, slowly teasing. I brushed the tip of
his cock with my tongue. I hesitated at first, but
then all doubts fled my mind. It seemed to be the
most natural thing in the world. My mouth took his
head into it as if it was acting on its own accord.
The taste was sweet, the smell of boy was better than
any women I had ever experienced. Mike was moaning:
his body was vibrating: his cock was pushing up into
my mouth. In less than a minute I felt it spasm, cum
shot from it and his hands grabbed my head as he
forced himself deeper into my throat and my mouth. I
let him do it. This was a primal urge; the boy was
becoming a man. A low, gutteral sound came from deep
within the man c***d still underneath part of my body.
I swallowed his cum. I continued slowly caressing
his cock with my mouth and my hands went back to his
chest, stroking, rubbing. Mike reached down and drew
my face to his. Looking into my eyes, he whispered,
"I think I love you." We kissed for a very long time,
each taking pleasure in the other.

That "love" word scared me and I made no immediate
response. I did not want or need that kind of
responsibility. Instead, I continued slowly stroking
Mike's beautiful body and let my tongue explore his
face, ears and that soft spot at the base of his
throat. It was now about 4:00 in the afternoon, the
sky had cleared and the late afternoon sun was playing
across the golden salt hay of the marsh. Clouds were
moving swiftly; the sky was magnificent. I called his
attention to what was in front of us. He told me that
he would rather look at me. Damn, I was flattered and
maybe falling in love myself. Again, my hands played
with his chest and the few thin hairs that were
centered between his brown nipples. It was not long
before I could feel him hard again, pulsing against my
gut. I drew back and looked him in the eyes, "Mike, I
want you, I want you to stay with me; but if you do, I
intend to take your virgin ass."

"Do it now!" and with that he pulled me over on top of
him. I rested on my elbows.

"I want you to think about it; I want you to be sure."
I myself needed the time too. I pushed up from the
bed. "I'll get us something to eat; I need some
energy." I said as lightly as I could manage.

Mike got out of my bed and came around to me, hugged
me and began to dress. "I need to go back to my
aunt's cottage and get my stuff if I'm going to stay.
"I'll be back in an hour." I smiled and bowed from
the waist; Mike laughed and left. I went to the
kitchen and began to assemble a fish chowder. In the
last year I had become quite adept at cooking and
cleaning. After the chowder was on the stove, I made
the bed up fresh and clean. I waited for Mike's
return. After almost an hour and a half, I had just
about given up and felt that he was a no-show. I then
head his footsteps softly tread across the deck and
the slider opened. He was a bit breathless, With a
look of guilt, he mumbled, "I'm sorry, it took me
longer to pack than I thought it would." I looked
again and there was this beautiful young man with a
large back-pack that looked as though it was full of
books, a computer carrier and a Macy's shopping bag
full of clothes standing in my kitchen. "Where do I
put this?" he asked. It dawned on me that he thought
my invitation was for him to move in. Good God, I
thought, What have I started.

I told him to take whatever space he needed for his
books and computer up in the loft where I did my own
occasional work and I carried the bag of clothes into
the bedroom. Hell, winter was coming on and the
company would be good. My neighbor and friend Tony
would be going to Florida in three more weeks and I
would be alone on the Point. I knew that Mike was
finishing his PhD in ancient languages at Harvard and
had been working on it at the same time he was in
classes at the seminary; he had been and would be
busy. This is one of the few things we had had time
to talk about. He had until April to submit his
dissertation.

By the time I was back in the kitchen Mike had come
down and he was setting the table. At least, I would
not have to wait on him. Mike took advantage at
several moments to bump into me, to touch me, to make
me feel him near. I finally laughed out loud, "Damn
it, boy! If you keep this up, we'll never get to eat.
Stop it!" He caught my laughter and said something
about not needing food; that he could live on my pure
protein." I thought to myself that for a non-gay, he
sure had a way of telling me what he wanted. I pushed
him over to the table and down into a chair. "You
mind your manners, k**, or I'll have to punish you."

"Is that a promise?" he asked. For one who had seemed
so shy and backwards not more than 4 hours ago; he
sure had done an about face. Immediately upon
finishing the meal, he grabbed my hand and yanked me
towards the bedroom. "Come on, sweet old man, make
good on your words." The room was filled with the
soft glow of the sun set as it reflected off of the
distant water. I thought it fitting.

In just seconds we were again naked and lying on our
sides, arms and legs interlaced, mouth to mouth and
cock to cock. Mike managed to stumble over the
following, "I wasn't late because I was packing; I was
reading on the net about what you are going to do to
me. I got myself ready." His face was dark, almost
red. I had no idea what he was talking about. "What
did you do? I questioned. "I rigged up an enema, the
web site explained that it was the polite thing to do,
to clean yourself out. I used a shampoo bottle with a
pointed nozzle!" he said with a soft chuckle. All of
this made my cock go limp. "Yuk" was my silent
reaction. "I didn't mean to upset you; I'm sorry!"
Mike said with obvious upset in his voice. Very
nervous in spite of his forced bravado, he was on the
verge of tears I thought.

"Awww Mike, I want you so bad; I don't know as much
about this as you do." And I again reached for him,
drew him close and gently kissed his eyes and then the
rest of his face. He shivered with nervous excitement
and I could feel him begin to relax. "Don't worry,
whatever happens happens and neither of us should have
any fear or embarrassment, OK?" He sucked my tongue
deep into his mouth and I think he moaned "OK". I
started moving south on his body, following the trail
I had established a few hours before. This time, my
mouth and tongue explored his pecs, his nipples and
then his pits. I kissed his arms and then his hands
and fingers; sucking each one. Mike'e breath was
rapid and his cock was bouncing, dripping. It would
be nice to be that young again, I thought to myself in
admiration. I Moved back over him so that we were
face to face. "You do want this, Mike?" I said
softly.

"Yessss," he hissed and with that opened his legs
raised them and clamped them over my back pushing me
hard against him. I separated myself from him and
said, "Lie still. boy, lie still." I moved him to the
foot of the bed so that his torso was even with the
edge and I reached for a tube of KY that had been with
me since I had left my wife. It had made jerking off
easier. I stood and Mike watched me as I lubricated
my hard-as-hell cock. His eyes widened; I don't think
that he realized how big it was. I'm not huge I
should say. It's just about 7" long, uncut with a
loose foreskin, and I think as cocks go, quite thick.
"Pull your legs up and back!" my voice just a whisper.
I then knelt and bent over; I wanted to see that boy
cunt. Without much thought, I put my face close; Mike
smelled so good, clean. Acting almost on its own, my
tongue reached out and probed the wrinkled pink flesh.
Mike gasped, and then moaned as I began probing him
with the tip of my curled tongue. My wife had liked
this so I knew he would. I reached up and stroked his
cock with one hand and with the other I pulled gently
on his full sac. He was bigger than I was; he had to
be an inch or more longer and just as thick and his
orbs were larger, too. They began to draw up so I
knew he was once again close to climax so I stopped.
I stood. I placed my throbbing cock head against his
ass ring. "Relax, baby, relax, let me in." I pushed
gently at first and then harder. Mike had excellent
muscle control; he was an athlete. He did as he was
told and I felt my cock pass into his hot, tight
canal. I nearly ejaculated then. I had to stop,
stand still. In just moments, I began pushing deeper
into Mike. He moaned and I began to pull out.

"No, NO, you're not hurting me. It feels so damn
good!" he almost cried out.

In just seconds my balls were against his ass and I
could feel his mashed against my abs. The sensation
was like nothing I had ever experienced. It was much
hotter, tighter, far more intense than women cunt.
His ass seemed to surround, clutch at every part of my
cock, my being. Mike began to move on me. I began to
slowly and deeply fuck myself into him. I reached,
grabbed his ankles and used my hands on his legs to
give me more leverage. Mike began to bounce himself
up and off the bed; at times I thought I would lose
that contact that felt like fire. I needed this; damn
I needed this! I leaned further into him to prevent
separation. I drove in harder. The air was filled
with sounds, crude words, guttural moans, sighs, yelps
and love words. Intensity was building quickly, I
knew I would not last much longer.

"FFFFUUUUCKKKK MMMEEEEeeeee" my lover screamed. With
that, he began to cum all over himself. The clamping
down and throbbing of his release sent me over the
edge and I jammed myself into him as deep as I could
go and held onto him as I spent pulse after pulse of
cum into his ass. I think I screamed myself; I'm not
sure. In another minute, maybe more or less, I
collapsed onto my Mike. His cum cemented me to him
and my mouth went to his as though drawn by a magnet.
His hands slapped gently on my back as he spent the
last spurts of boy juice between us. I pushed up on
my elbows so that I could see his face. He was
glowing.

"Did you enjoy that?" I muttered into his ear.

He grinned, his boy smile lighted up his face even
more.

"You know I did, sweet old man!."

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"Did you enjoy that?" I muttered into his ear.

He grinned, his boy smile lighted up his face even
more.

"You know I did, sweet old man!."

I then went to the bath, cleaned myself off quickly
and returned with a hot, wet towel to do the same to
Mike. As I did, he purred - cat like. His beautiful
boy cock was once again hard. I bathed him gently.
"I can't compete with that!" I said, half laughing.

"We'll see. I may be able to do something about
that," and once again took me into his mouth. In just
seconds, I was standing tall. "See, MAGIC!" he
exclaimed. In just the few hours we had been
together I had seen in him a charming but somewhat
c***d-like sense of humor emerge. He must be Celtic,
Scottish or Irish I thought. I am a Scott.

"Aye, Laddie, see what you have done to the b**stie!"
I answered.

Before I knew what was happening, I was flat on my
back and Mike was sitting astride me with my cock
resting between his ass cheeks. He began a slow back
and forth slide. I tried to pump myself up into him;
needing increased contact. "No, let me do it my way!"
was all Mike said. He kept pressure on me so that my
movement was restricted. The sensations building were
intense and I began to moan. Mike asked, "You like
that, Dad?"

My cock went flat. I don't know what the word "Dad"
did, but I was dead. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Mike
whispered, tears in his eyes once again. "I won't say
it again."

I grabbed his face and pulled him to me. With my lips
against his ears I choked out the words, "Call me
whatever you want, baby, whatever. All I know right
now is that you are the best thing that's happened to
me in years." He kissed me once, and then Mike freed
himself from my hands and slid so that his mouth once
again was on my swelling cock. I could not resist.

With boyish excitement, he almost yelled, "Lie still,
lie still, Dad!" I did as I was asked to do.
Reaching for the KY, he climbed on top of me and using
a hand full of lube, he soon had both of us well
covered; we were all covered. Muttering, "guess a
little bit of that goes a long way;" he raised his ass
up and with one swift move, impaled himself on my
cock.

"AHAGAGHHGHHhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I almost ejaculated at
that instant.
Mike began a very slow and steady fucking of himself
on me. I reached for his cock and he grabbed my
hands, forcing them back above my head, and with a
side to side shaking of his, indicated that I should
not touch. I think by this time we were both grinning
from ear to ear. I know my boy was. I concentrated
for a moment or two and was able to bring myself back
from the edge; I wanted this to last. Mike began to
quicken his pace and shorten his strokes. My body
reacted to the tightening and release of those well
controlled muscles. Damn, he had some moves on him.
I was finally able to answer his strokes with thrusts
of my own; meeting him in an ever increasing frenzy.

"I'm going to cum, I'M GOING TO CUMMMMmmmm!" and my
head began tossing from side to side, I had lost all
self-control. With that, Mike began to cover me with
his boy juice. His cum shot over my chest and face and
mine went deep into his ass. We continued climaxing
together for what seemed ages. Mike finally lowered
his face to mine and softly caressed me with his sweet
lips.

"Thanks Dad! I think I like this, I like it very
much," he whispered just before his tongue went into
my ear. We stayed like that for quite some time I
think.

The next thing I remember was waking to the smell of
coffee and the faint sound of someone using a
keyboard. It took a minute or two before my foggy
mind remembered everything that had happened the day
before. My cock was now hard and just a bit sore. I
wondered what this day would bring. I headed for the
double shower and on the way past the mirror, noticed
the dry, somewhat white evidence left by last nights
passion that was still evident in the hair on my pecs.

"You dirty old man." I chuckled. I was not in the
shower more than a minute or two before Mike joined
me.

"I've been able to write a lot this morning. I've
been waiting for you. I didn't want to wake you up.
You need your rest, old man." He laughed out loud and
took my soapy cock in his well muscled hand, squeezing
it not too gently. I groaned and he let go. "Ahhhh,
poor baby," and was on his knees, examining it. "Did
I break it?"

"Let go of me!" and I pulled him up so that I could
kiss him. I did so gently and began to bathe his
beautiful body; once again marveling at what a perfect
specimen he was. "Do you work out?"

Mike flexed, posed and then said, "Yoga only; It's all
I have time for and it relaxes me." He hugged me to
him. My cock began to jump just a bit and he pulled
back; "Well, well, well; look whose come to call!"

"I'm hungry; let's have breakfast first; and we need
to talk." With that, I began to towel him off,
avoiding contact with his nice hard tool. "Put that
thing away for now," I suggested and handed him my
robe.

"No, I like this one," and he pulled on the one that I
often wore back from swimming or from working out with
Charlie next door. "It smells like you; I like that."
He had had it on I guess while he was working
upstairs. We headed for the kitchen and Mike watched
while I cooked some bacon, eggs and toast. "You'll
make me fat, Dad." He watched my face carefully
waiting for my reaction.

"No, laddie, I'm gonna work it off of you." My robe
had fallen open and he could see that I had a
semi-erection. He started to get up out of his chair.
"You sit still, boy, later!" I said in my best Dad's
voice.

"Yes Sir," he chirped. We ate in silence and just
enjoyed the company; I know I did. In less than just
one day, we had become so comfortable with each other.
Time passed and it was time to clear. As I stood, my
robe fell open. I paid no attention and began washing
dishes. Mike was close behind me and I soon felt his
hands inspecting. My cock stood to attention.

As I turned to face him, I asked, "Mike, Is that all
you ever think of?"
I kissed him hard and fast. In seconds, he was on his
knees, his lips pulling on my foreskin. He stopped
for just a second, looked up with that twinkle in his
eyes and nodded a yes. It felt so good, so hot. What
little discomfort I felt earlier seemed to vanish and
my appetite for climax took over. With my hands on
his head, I began a fast fucking of his face. I
didn't want to do it this way; I cared about this k**.
Within a matter of minutes, I exploded a load of cum
against the back of his throat, His hands that had
been massaging my ass dropped to his own cock and he
spurted quickly; it landed on the cabinet behind me
and on my legs and feet. I secretly marveled at the
amount of juice that he could produce each and every
time thinking that it had been stored up for years, I
knew that was not so, but it brought a quick smile to
my face. It was then that I heard Felix bark. He was
Charlie's dog and if he was there on the deck, Charlie
was close by as the two were inseparable. I glanced
over to the open slider and saw a shadow move off of
the deck. Shit, Charlie had seen Mike and me in
action!

Charlie is a distant cousin of my wife, a retired
spook, an excellent carpenter, workout coach, cooking
teacher, fisherman and had become my best and almost
only friend. We shared tasks around each other's
homes, meals, walks on the beach and lots of
conversation. I'm not sure that I would have survived
the loneliness and getting used to living alone
without his help and company. Now he had seen me
doing something that he would not like. Of this I was
sure; Charlie was the ultimate man. At 65, he was as
fit as anyone could be; he was intelligent,
sophisticated; but again, a total man. We checked on
each other daily unless he was having visitors. I was
pretty sure still did some government work. I had
never been invited to meet any of his "friends."

I slowly withdrew from Mike and gave no indication
that I thought we had had company. I suggested that
he clean up his "mess" and get back to his school
work. I told him I needed to see the guy next door.
I dressed quickly and walked over to Charlie's. I did
not even try to think of anything to say; I knew I
would read the disappointment in my friend's eyes.
Sitting on his porch, he was watching the gulls over
the water. Seeing me approach he stood and started
towards me. I could not look him in the eye.

In his best command voice, my friend ordered, Look at
me!" He came closer and put just his index finger
under my chin and pushed up. When our eyes met, I saw
laughter. It was not what I expected. "Did you think
I would scold you? he asked. I stayed silent. He
dropped his fingers, put his arms around me and gave
me the biggest bear hug I had ever had. I could
hardly breathe. "Welcome to the club buddy, welcome
to the club!" and with that, he released me just a bit
and kissed me on my forehead. I just about passed
out. We talked for a long time and I still did not
learn much more about Charlie. He did tell me that he
was bi-sexual and that he had believed that I was
totally straight and that was one of the reasons he
had not let me become closer to him. I had to admit
that up until yesterday, I had thought the same thing
about both of us. He asked if he could meet Mike and
I invited him for lunch.

"Did you enjoy that?" I muttered into his ear.

He grinned, his boy smile lighted up his face even
more.

"You know I did, sweet old man!."

I then went to the bath, cleaned myself off quickly
and returned with a hot, wet towel to do the same to
Mike. As I did, he purred - cat like. His beautiful
boy cock was once again hard. I bathed him gently.
"I can't compete with that!" I said, half laughing.

"We'll see. I may be able to do something about
that," and once again took me into his mouth. In just
seconds, I was standing tall. "See, MAGIC!" he
exclaimed. In just the few hours we had been
together I had seen in him a charming but somewhat
c***d-like sense of humor emerge. He must be Celtic,
Scottish or Irish I thought. I am a Scott.

"Aye, Laddie, see what you have done to the b**stie!"
I answered.

Before I knew what was happening, I was flat on my
back and Mike was sitting astride me with my cock
resting between his ass cheeks. He began a slow back
and forth slide. I tried to pump myself up into him;
needing increased contact. "No, let me do it my way!"
was all Mike said. He kept pressure on me so that my
movement was restricted. The sensations building were
intense and I began to moan. Mike asked, "You like
that, Dad?"

My cock went flat. I don't know what the word "Dad"
did, but I was dead. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Mike
whispered, tears in his eyes once again. "I won't say
it again."

I grabbed his face and pulled him to me. With my lips
against his ears I choked out the words, "Call me
whatever you want, baby, whatever. All I know right
now is that you are the best thing that's happened to
me in years." He kissed me once, and then Mike freed
himself from my hands and slid so that his mouth once
again was on my swelling cock. I could not resist.

With boyish excitement, he almost yelled, "Lie still,
lie still, Dad!" I did as I was asked to do.
Reaching for the KY, he climbed on top of me and using
a hand full of lube, he soon had both of us well
covered; we were all covered. Muttering, "guess a
little bit of that goes a long way;" he raised his ass
up and with one swift move, impaled himself on my
cock.

"AHAGAGHHGHHhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I almost ejaculated at
that instant.
Mike began a very slow and steady fucking of himself
on me. I reached for his cock and he grabbed my
hands, forcing them back above my head, and with a
side to side shaking of his, indicated that I should
not touch. I think by this time we were both grinning
from ear to ear. I know my boy was. I concentrated
for a moment or two and was able to bring myself back
from the edge; I wanted this to last. Mike began to
quicken his pace and shorten his strokes. My body
reacted to the tightening and release of those well
controlled muscles. Damn, he had some moves on him.
I was finally able to answer his strokes with thrusts
of my own; meeting him in an ever increasing frenzy.

"I'm going to cum, I'M GOING TO CUMMMMmmmm!" and my
head began tossing from side to side, I had lost all
self-control. With that, Mike began to cover me with
his boy juice. His cum shot over my chest and face and
mine went deep into his ass. We continued climaxing
together for what seemed ages. Mike finally lowered
his face to mine and softly caressed me with his sweet
lips.

"Thanks Dad! I think I like this, I like it very
much," he whispered just before his tongue went into
my ear. We stayed like that for quite some time I
think.

The next thing I remember was waking to the smell of
coffee and the faint sound of someone using a
keyboard. It took a minute or two before my foggy
mind remembered everything that had happened the day
before. My cock was now hard and just a bit sore. I
wondered what this day would bring. I headed for the
double shower and on the way past the mirror, noticed
the dry, somewhat white evidence left by last nights
passion that was still evident in the hair on my pecs.

"You dirty old man." I chuckled. I was not in the
shower more than a minute or two before Mike joined
me.

"I've been able to write a lot this morning. I've
been waiting for you. I didn't want to wake you up.
You need your rest, old man." He laughed out loud and
took my soapy cock in his well muscled hand, squeezing
it not too gently. I groaned and he let go. "Ahhhh,
poor baby," and was on his knees, examining it. "Did
I break it?"

"Let go of me!" and I pulled him up so that I could
kiss him. I did so gently and began to bathe his
beautiful body; once again marveling at what a perfect
specimen he was. "Do you work out?"

Mike flexed, posed and then said, "Yoga only; It's all
I have time for and it relaxes me." He hugged me to
him. My cock began to jump just a bit and he pulled
back; "Well, well, well; look whose come to call!"

"I'm hungry; let's have breakfast first; and we need
to talk." With that, I began to towel him off,
avoiding contact with his nice hard tool. "Put that
thing away for now," I suggested and handed him my
robe.

"No, I like this one," and he pulled on the one that I
often wore back from swimming or from working out with
Charlie next door. "It smells like you; I like that."
He had had it on I guess while he was working
upstairs. We headed for the kitchen and Mike watched
while I cooked some bacon, eggs and toast. "You'll
make me fat, Dad." He watched my face carefully
waiting for my reaction.

"No, laddie, I'm gonna work it off of you." My robe
had fallen open and he could see that I had a
semi-erection. He started to get up out of his chair.
"You sit still, boy, later!" I said in my best Dad's
voice.

"Yes Sir," he chirped. We ate in silence and just
enjoyed the company; I know I did. In less than just
one day, we had become so comfortable with each other.
Time passed and it was time to clear. As I stood, my
robe fell open. I paid no attention and began washing
dishes. Mike was close behind me and I soon felt his
hands inspecting. My cock stood to attention.

As I turned to face him, I asked, "Mike, Is that all
you ever think of?"
I kissed him hard and fast. In seconds, he was on his
knees, his lips pulling on my foreskin. He stopped
for just a second, looked up with that twinkle in his
eyes and nodded a yes. It felt so good, so hot. What
little discomfort I felt earlier seemed to vanish and
my appetite for climax took over. With my hands on
his head, I began a fast fucking of his face. I
didn't want to do it this way; I cared about this k**.
Within a matter of minutes, I exploded a load of cum
against the back of his throat, His hands that had
been massaging my ass dropped to his own cock and he
spurted quickly; it landed on the cabinet behind me
and on my legs and feet. I secretly marveled at the
amount of juice that he could produce each and every
time thinking that it had been stored up for years, I
knew that was not so, but it brought a quick smile to
my face. It was then that I heard Felix bark. He was
Charlie's dog and if he was there on the deck, Charlie
was close by as the two were inseparable. I glanced
over to the open slider and saw a shadow move off of
the deck. Shit, Charlie had seen Mike and me in
action!

Charlie is a distant cousin of my wife, a retired
spook, an excellent carpenter, workout coach, cooking
teacher, fisherman and had become my best and almost
only friend. We shared tasks around each other's
homes, meals, walks on the beach and lots of
conversation. I'm not sure that I would have survived
the loneliness and getting used to living alone
without his help and company. Now he had seen me
doing something that he would not like. Of this I was
sure; Charlie was the ultimate man. At 65, he was as
fit as anyone could be; he was intelligent,
sophisticated; but again, a total man. We checked on
each other daily unless he was having visitors. I was
pretty sure still did some government work. I had
never been invited to meet any of his "friends."

I slowly withdrew from Mike and gave no indication
that I thought we had had company. I suggested that
he clean up his "mess" and get back to his school
work. I told him I needed to see the guy next door.
I dressed quickly and walked over to Charlie's. I did
not even try to think of anything to say; I knew I
would read the disappointment in my friend's eyes.
Sitting on his porch, he was watching the gulls over
the water. Seeing me approach he stood and started
towards me. I could not look him in the eye.

In his best command voice, my friend ordered, Look at
me!" He came closer and put just his index finger
under my chin and pushed up. When our eyes met, I saw
laughter. It was not what I expected. "Did you think
I would scold you? he asked. I stayed silent. He
dropped his fingers, put his arms around me and gave
me the biggest bear hug I had ever had. I could
hardly breathe. "Welcome to the club buddy, welcome
to the club!" and with that, he released me just a bit
and kissed me on my forehead. I just about passed
out. We talked for a long time and I still did not
learn much more about Charlie. He did tell me that he
was bi-sexual and that he had believed that I was
totally straight and that was one of the reasons he
had not let me become closer to him. I had to admit
that up until yesterday, I had thought the same thing
about both of us. He asked if he could meet Mike and
I invited him for lunch.

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 k**
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 p*******e 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 c***d.
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 **** 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.

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