The conversation between Charlie and Mike was quite formal; Charlie was hardly relaxed in Mike's company. Finally I asked how soon they would be leaving. Paul answered by saying that he had a meeting in Cambridge on government business early the next morning and Tran would be driving them to Charlie's place, a company suite, late that afternoon; they would fly military out of Bedford after that. Gathering my whits, I told both boys that I needed to talk to Charlie alone and asked that they leave us. As the did that, I called out, "You both can look but there's to be no touching!" With a big grin, Mike answered that my wishes were his command, at least for the next few days. "Smart ass kid." I muttered,
"When we were finally alone again, I began, "Charlie. I just had sex with Carlos. It was very exciting and it was kind of rough. I think that's the term you guys use. That was after what we all did in bed just a few hours before. "I'm sacred, buddy. This is all new territory. What the hell is happening to me? I don't want to treat Mike like that; but Carlos wanted it that way. Do you know why?"
"Charlie snorted, "You guys? I think the pronoun you wanted is WE!" Carlos is a great partner in bed. He and Tran have an agreement much like Paul and I do. We are emotionally attached and it goes a bit beyond friendship if you want the truth; it's a form of love, I suppose, Some of us like a bit of "rough sex" as you called it.
I think it's more a masculine, man to man thing. Part of it is "Can you stand the pain?" I suppose. When you get in that mood, when you are using a man at his request, you only have to think about pleasing yourself. I guess the receiver gets off on being "abused." Part of it is based on combat experiences for me I think. When Paul takes me, there is that thrill. I do like it that way myself, now and then. You know I'm mostly an in charge kind of guy." He laughed softly. "Man to man for me is cleaner, more powerful. I guess it's part of the beast, the animal that lurks inside all of us. I can use almost all the force within me. If you did it that way with a woman it would hurt her; might almost be called rape. Sure, I've met women who like it hard and fast. My Snow girl is one of them as you have seen. Her sister, the one you play with, likes it in a more normal fashion.
As to what is happening to you, your like a teenager in heat; all of this is new and exciting. I'm pretty sure you will calm down and it will begin to fall into place for you. You are not the kind of guy to worry about what is happening to you. I think, as you indicated by what you said, you are more worried about hurting Mike. I doubt that you can do that physically. He's had some excellent martial arts training; he's been schooled by an expert and that's one thing we need to find out about." Charlie paused a few moments and then went on. "You are in love with Mike. I assume you were in love with your wife a long time ago, You know that the emotion can last forever and it can last a few days," Looking away from me, "I'm betting that what you feel for Mike will evolve; it will always be love, but it will be a different kind of love eventually. That's what happened with Paul and me. It's partly an age difference thing; he's going to want to have new and different experiences is my guess. I know you well enough Billy boy, you are a survivor. It will hurt; but you will grow too. Lets see, the last part of that question was about Carlos. Carlos will be with us for some time yet. He was an abused child and he was thrown away by his mother; he was a boy prostitute when we took him in. He loves sex, by the way. He takes great pleasure in pleasing and he likes older men as you can tell. Will Carlos always like rough sex - I don't know. Look at his body next time. He's one of the finest male specimens I've ever seen; he's so tough physically and mentally. His emotional development is going to be guided, believe me. Carlos is a keeper. I mentioned Tran's niece. Her name is Jeanne, by the way. When Jeanne and I are done cleaning some cobwebs from my psyche, she's coming to Boston to work for the corps and for me. Carlos will be a project for her. Jean's field is gender identification in part and also helping those who are gay or homosexual to begin liking themselves. Tran's son, his real name is Jake but we all call him Jock, was the motivation for her to begin specializing in this field. If Mike comes to work for the government, Jeanne will be talking to him too. I want you to agree to that and I want Mike to be absolutely;y open and honest with her. We have to know that he can not be blackmailed. What else?"
I sighed. "So it's OK for me to have sex with Paul, with Carlos, even with Tran someday? It's OK for me to do that and still ask Mike to be faithful, to have man sex with just me?" I sounded incredulous.
"I think that's for the best right now and I think Mike believes that too." I stood and walked away and then back again. I looked at Charlie, and then turned my back to him. "Out with it Buddy. What else?"
"If you were not leaving, would you and I have sex?" I turned to face him; my face was burning. I knew I was beet red.
"Would you like that?"
"Probably yes, but not the way you and Paul or you and Carlos do it. I don't think I would like that," I barely whispered.
Charlie stood and walked over to me and the he was behind me. His arms went around me and he hugged me to him. I could not see his face. "When the time is right, when the time is right..." His voice was husky; he said no more. I felt his lips on the back of my neck and then his tongue was playing with my ear. I turned and I tipped my head up and I kissed him. I kissed him hard on the mouth.
"I'm going to miss you like crazy, I know this is something you need to do, You kept me going this last year; I owe you my life. I love you Charlie." He kissed me back.
"Billy, you don't know how strong you are. You are one of the most masculine, strongest men I know. Even if you did not have strong faith in yourself, I did. You need to have the same faith in me now." Charlie did not say anything else; we heard the door open behind us. Carlos told us that he had a late lunch, early supper ready. Charlie looked at him saying, "I suppose you want one or all of us for desert?" I blushed again.
Carlos looked at me and then wiggled his ass and acted like a girl. "Why shucks, General, Sir. Anything either you or Mr. Bill might offer will be greatly appreciated." He then patted my crotch. "Mr Bill, don't worry. I would have told Uncle Tran or Charlie or both. I don't keep secrets like that from my dads.
I shrugged; I had much to learn about this "brave new world." The meal was strangely quiet. Mike kept looking at Carlos and I could not read his face. I wondered if he knew that Carlos and I had done it; I decided that I would tell him later. It was decided that Charlie and Paul would drive alone so that they would have use of wheels and that Tran's son would bring the car back the next day. It was quickly loaded and I avoided looking at Charlie. I was afraid I would cry. Damn, I did not cry; I was on an emotional roller coaster. Somehow, Mike knew.
"Dad, don't be so upset. I'm here for you and the General will be back again in a few weeks. Paul told me what's happening. He really needs some professional help. It will be OK." Saying that, he hugged me and suggested that we say our Good Byes and leave quickly and quietly. We did as Mike suggested; a brief hugs and handshakes were exchanged all around.
Charlie whispered in my ear, "Semper Fi, Buddy, Semper Fi." Mike took me home.
I suggested that we walk along the beach; it was not cold and the late afternoon sun caused brilliant contrasts on the waves and on the salt marsh behind us. I told Mike what had happened between Carlos and me and that I was full of questions about what was happening to me and to him and to us. "Bill," he used my name,"I can't answer for you. I've had some in-depth psychological training and I'm not sure about myself. I know what's going on between us is real and that it's good; it's right. I don't know about tomorrow or next week. We need to meet each day as a challenge and work through it. I don't mind what you did with Paul," and laughing softly, "Carlos is a little different though. He's direct competition. He could fall in love with you. You just be careful there; I don't know if you have enough for the two of us." I let him know that he would always be my number one son and that I had no intention of getting emotionally involved with anyone else. "What about the Snow girl?" Mike asked. I wondered how the hell he knew about her. I muttered that people around here talked too much. "Aww Dad, it's really fine with me. I guess I'm just a liberal guy. You can put that beautiful cock of yours into anyone or anything you want but tell me that if you begin to fall in love that you will tell me." I made that promise. Mike took my hand and we went home.
We went to bed early. Love making later that night was slow and easy, soft and gentle. We each took the other deep into our mouths. I was amazed at how easy it had become to do this; I had to stifle a laugh at myself. It would have destroyed the mood and Mike was intense in what he was doing to me.
Tran woke us early the next morning. He came to be sure that Mike was up and ready for his first day on the job. While we both dressed, Tran told Mike that he thought that there were two or three of the "students" that might challenge Mike's authority or might try to test his leadership. Mike seemed not to be worried at all. There were 12 young men there when we entered the gym. Tran introduced Mike and explained that he would be leading the training and martial arts classes for a month or so. Mike, wearing his belt, walked to the front of the room and Tran and I went to the back of the room. All but two of the trainees, they were in the back row, fell into place and stood formally and bowed to Mike. These two just looked at him. Mike ignored this and began to go through a series of movements. I had no idea of what was happening; I had not attended one of Charlie's early sessions. I usually joined in the swimming or exercise segment. The two resistors just stood. Mike walked up to the bigger of the two. He was as tall as Mike and several pounds heavier; he was probably stronger and in perfect physical condition. Mike said directly to him, You will respect the traditions here; you will respect the master."
"Make me."
In a split second, the speaker of those two words, I think his name was Carl, was flat down on the floor, Mike had his crotch pressed hard into the guys basket, one of the Carl's arm's was twisted sideways and Mike's hand was around his throat. "I can make you do anything I want you to do. If you so much as breathe the wrong way, I can make you die." The other students stared. "The rest of you face front; Mike said, "This is a private matter." All did as they were ordered to do, including the boy standing next to Carl. Mike increased the pressure on the guy's crotch. Mike had an expression on his face, a look in his eyes. I had seen it before but not on Mike's face. It was the look I had seen on Charlie's face when he had disciplined Carlos; it was exactly the same. I knew then, for sure, that Mike and Charlie were closely related. Mike began to slowly pump his cock against the guy on the floor. Mike, releasing his hand from Carl's throat, told him to turn over. The sound of tearing fabric filled the room. Several of the others there turned to see Carl's naked ass exposed. "I'll not say it again, you will all face front or face the same punishment." I wanted to leave; part of me did. "Leave your face on the mat and raise the rest of you up on your knees," Mike continued. Carl hesitated. Mike taking Carl's balls in one hand and squeezing them, spoke loudly enough for all to hear, "I'll rip these off of you if you fail to do as I tell you." Carl fought the nausea and took rapid, deep breaths. Mike's 8" long, now steel hard prong had escaped through the bottom of his shorts. Kneeling behind Carl, he centered it on Carl's ass ring and with one massive thrust, buried himself in Carl. One loud, body wrenching scream echoed through the gym. I ran from the gym; Tran remained fixed in place. It was only a matter of seconds before Mike caught up with me.
"Dad? Dad, please come back inside. I could hardly look at him. I'm sorry Dad." Mike was almost in tears. "I need you with me; I need you." I shook my head. "I'll apologize; anything. I need your support in there."
"I don't understand what you did. Why?" I asked.
"I don't understand all of it myself. I've read several times that the Ancients did that to their vanquished. He challenged my manhood. I wanted to. The urge came from deep within. Part of me is so ashamed and part of me..." He was quiet. I had some understanding of the primal urge; had I not done almost the same thing to both Paul and Carlos? I took Mike's hand.
"You will do what feels right. I can't tell you what to say or do."
We walked back into the gym. Tran was standing before the boys and they were following his every move. Carl, standing naked, did as the rest. When Mike walked up to the front, Tran bowed and quickly joined me at the back. He bowed and as one, all of those present, including Tran and I, acknowledged the teacher in a similar fashion. Not a word was spoken. I had difficulty keeping up with the class and my concentration suffered because of the naked ass that was not more than 8' in front of me. It was a magnificent piece of man flesh. There was just a bit of redness at the ring; it was visible only when Carl bent all the way over. After 20 minutes, Mike bowed once again and the students began to exit.
Tran stood quickly in front of Carl and hissed, "You will stay." Mike came to us and stood directly in front of Carl. Tran again spoke softly, "You will apologize to the teacher, you will beg his forgiveness." Mike raised his hand as if to cancel Tran's order. Tran spoke so that everyone could hear, "The traditions will be observed."
Carl did as he was told to do; he bowed deeply from the waist and in a quiet voice, "Teacher, I am sorry I questioned your authority. It will not happen again."
Mike bowed and answered, "I regret loosing my temper."
The two men looked at each other. Strangely, Carl's face registered desire; his 7" cock stood straight out.
Tran turned to the others standing there and clapped his hands once. "Carlos and I will lead you on a run. We need to let fresh air clean our minds."
Carl spoke first. "I would like you to finish what you started, Teacher. It will be my first time."
Mike looked at me with a question in his eyes. "I think you need to finish this alone." I turned to go.
"Please Dad, stay with us. Do you agree Carl?"
"As you wish, teacher." Carl turned and bowed to me and then to Mike.
My shorts were tented and Mike's hard cock was once again outside the hem of his shorts. "Wet it form me, then." Mike whispered. Carl bent over and took Mike's cock head into his mouth. He gaged almost instantly. I told him to do it slowly. Carl's tongue began to explore Mike's shaft. My fingers wandered on their own over Carl's beautiful body. I began to tease his ring and then I pushed one finger into him. He moaned and then tightened his sphincter muscle and pushed back on my finger. He groaned again. The vibrations caused Mike's cock to grow even larger. I could see by his face that he was fighting back the need to cum.
I took my finger from Carl and then inserted two. He gasped and sucked in air. Mike pulled his cock from Carl's mouth and it bounced against his face. I continued loosening up Carl's ass. I slapped his cheeks once and used my hand to turn him. Carl stood straight; he was about my height. Mike took his wet cock, pre cum oozing from his slit, and placed it against Carl's ring; his hands he then used to grasp Carl's waist. i took Carl's face in my hands and drew him to me. I pushed my lips hard against his mouth and my groin hard against his groin. I pushed him back onto Mike's cock. Carl screamed; it was not as loud as before. I pushed my tongue into his mouth and in moments his tongue began to dance against mine. Mike and I found a rhythm quickly. The two of us balanced each other's thrust and Carl was the object between us. His moans were those of passion. Mike's hand came up onto Carl's head and he pushed it to my shoulder and then he wrapped his hand around my head drawing my mouth to his. Mike's tongue parted my lips and his thrusts there matched those of his cock in Carl's hole. Mike held my head in his big hand. His tongue and cock pounded relentlessly for only a minute or two more and then gasps of release and pleasure racked his body. Thoughts of his ropes of cum spurting into Carl's no longer virgin ass made me join him in this moment of release and I spread my seed all over Carl's cock and belly. With that, Carl released his load on me. He pulled his face back up and there was a trio of tongues dancing. I think it was Mike that held us all standing; but in a minute or two, all three of us lay intertwined on the floor. Hands and mouths explored body parts and openings. I turned to see Carlos watching from the doorway; he was jerking off.
"Get over here Carlos. Get over here."