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." Mike ordered.
Carlos shook his head, "The class is back teacher; there is no time." Carl, Mike and I stood and headed for the locker room.
"They are all in the showers. Maybe we need to join them." Carlos offered. This time I shook my head and headed for the door and home. I had had all the emotional stress I needed for a life time. I now felt exhausted, used and disappointed in Mike and in myself. I needed to be alone. I wanted to talk to Charlie.
Damn, I could not put that burden on him. For the first time in two years I truly felt alone. I walked along the beach; the sun was warm and it was quite mild. I finally dropped to the sand; tears came. "No damn it! I'm not going to start crying at this point in my life. God, someone, help me figure this out!" I shouted into the wind.
I had not noticed that Tran had followed me. "Maybe I can listen to you, Bill." He was there beside me. "I am a good listener and I have lived many lives."
I began talking to the waves. I asked questions of myself about what had been going on over the several days. I tried answering my own questions. I began with the first time on the beach with Mike; I talked about the times with Paul and Carlos, I touched briefly on my questions about Charlie. Tran held my hand hard in his. Finally, looking into his deep brown, wide, eyes, I asked, "What is happening to me Tran? What have I started and where am I going?"
"I am not a psychologist; I am not an expert. Let me ask this: Can you walk away from this now and would you wish it had never happened?"
I murmured "NO."
"Then we must move forward. I shall say that you have had much happen to you in a very brief span. Perhaps if it had not happened so quickly, it would be easier for you to accept. We all have choices. Yours is to stay here and be part of Mike's life and part of Charlie's life. I think he is in love with you and does not know it or accept it. I think that deep down he recognizes a bond with Michael. I am certain that they are either grandfather and grandson or uncle and nephew. Charlie's step mother will find out which. I also think that Mike will move on to love another..." Tran stopped.
"If it is as you think, then Charlie will be very angry with me. That I would find very hard. I think Charlie and I are just friends; I do love him but not that way. I woulds not want to come between you and him."
Tran chuckled, "Mr. Bill, I long ago stopped being in love with Captain Charlie. I love him now. Paul loves him too; we three love each other. That is not what I am talking about. I believe that you love Michael; he is too young for you to be in love with. You do not wish to admit what is in front of your face; you love Charlie."
"OK, let's drop that." I smiled. "What about the violence today; it was rape or almost rape. I am not a violent man; I hate force of any type. Yet, I was so excited." My cock began to rise as I remembered.
"My friend, you are a man. You are all man. Just before he left, I asked Charlie what he found in you that was so attractive. He told me that you were the most comfortable person inside his own skin that he had ever known. He went on to say that there is no pretense in you, no macho posturing, no guile and little anger and no meanness of spirit. You would not hurt Carl, Carlos, Paul, Mike or Charlie if you could help it at all, nor would you see them hurt. You are also rather naive. You are not bad looking either." His hand let mine go and closed on to my cock. "You need to stop looking for answers and let them come to you." He began to massage my neck with his other hand. "Let me help you relax. Keep your eyes closed, please; I am going to undress you."
I laid back into the warm sand. Tran began to work his hands on my face and head. They then traveled across my chest and down my arms. He worked one hand and then the other. Finally they were back on my chest and then down across my abs. I had never experienced anything quite like this. The pressure from fingers, thumbs and palms changed constantly as did the length of touch. Tran did not go near my throbbing cock which was now as hard as I had ever known it to be. Instead, he worked on my thighs and then, between thumb and forefinger he took the skin of my scrotum and began moving it in circles. The sensation was exquisite. I could feel pre-cum dripping from me. Next his hands were on my thighs and then down my legs. I have no idea as to the length of time we had been there. Tran worked next on my feet. I am ticklish but there was not that response. I was about to open my eyes and once again, he said softly, 'Do not open your eyes." He lifted my legs so that that my thighs formed a right angle to my ass and my calves and feet were parallel to my back, extending out. I felt something wet on the souls of my feat. At first, I thought it must be his tongue. Then, I felt something else wet on my cock. Tran was gliding his wet cock against my feet and either his hand or his mouth, it had to be his mouth from the way it felt, closed on my now throbbing cock. In seconds, I exploded ropes of cum. I felt Tran do the same against my feet. I looked. Tran smiled at me. His wet hand continued working my cock as his worked against my soles. The sensations there traveled up into my groin and I continued spurting. "I must taste you" Tran whispered and I spread my legs and his head went down onto my belly and my cock went into his mouth. I continued to cum as one hand went to my balls and a slick finger on the other played with my ass ring. I did not go down. Instead, I began to pump myself deeper and deeper into his face. Gasps of pleasure came from deep within me. In just minutes, I began to climax again. When I finished, I took his head in my hands and held him still. I could not stand for him to keep moving on me. He reached for my hands with his and lifted them away and then he raised his face to mine and we kissed. I could taste myself on his lips. "Mr. Bill, you are sweet and you are a very sweet man. Do not change and do not look for too many answers. They will be provided to you in time. Ask the spirits for wisdom and for patience. I love you: I hope you, I want you to know that. We shall talk again." He stood, quickly dressed and began to walk back towards Charlie's house. "Rest here for a few more moments. I shall send Michael to you. Be patient with him, do not scold him. What he did today he inherited from his family. He will learn to deal with the violence in himself. I am sure of that." He bowed to me and I returned that gesture.
I dressed myself and then, closing my eyes, I collapsed back onto the beach. My body felt like it had partly melted into the sand. I did not think. In a few minutes I felt something or someone block the sun. I opened my eyes to see a person in silhouette; his body was surrounded by the light. At first I thought Charlie and then I remembered. It had to be Mike. "Son, sit here with me."
"Dad, are you furious with me; are you upset about what we did? I am."
"Mike, I can't say that I understand all that happened. I'm not sure I ever will and I don't think I want to do it like that again. Obviously, I received pleasure from it. My cock head did the thinking. I think yours did too."
"I can't excuse myself so easily. I needed to prove myself in there; I chose a bad way to do it. I violated him. It's a good thing he wanted it or decided that he wanted it. I give you my word, I'll not ever do that again." Mike was so sincere.
At this point, I smiled. "You promise you won't ever fuck another guy or that you won't get angry or that you won't force yourself on anyone?" I asked.
Mike smiled back, "All three if that's what you want."
"Did you like the feeling?"
"Yes, Dad. I liked it. I really liked it." Mike laughed out loud. "I Liked fucking."
"Just don't think you can do that to me. If I ever want that, I'll let you know. We can talk later. Right now, I need a shower. "
Looking at the wet cum spots in my shorts, Mike replied, "I can see that; I wonder where he's been?" He helped me to my feet and with his arm around me, we went home.