"You need to shower and get cleaned up. Bill and I are not finished here." Charlie, in an abrupt military voice, stated to the boys as they came into the kitchen.
"That's easy to see!" snorted Carl and he pointed to Charlie's wet shorts and to the cum drops on the back of my legs. "I saw you two in the window. Looks like the high and mighty dad got his ass fucked by the big General." There was the sound of stifled laughter. I kept my eyes straight ahead. The sound of a single slap or blow echoed off the walls and there was a slumping sound as someone landed on the floor. The look in Charlie's eyes must have silenced the rest of them rather quickly. I don't know who put Carl down.
"Sir, yes Sir!" It was Paul speaking, and then I heard someone pick Carl up and then I heard them leave. I did not turn around. I thought they had all left but I felt familiar arms around me. I turned enough to see Mike's face.
"We didn't do that Mike." It came out of me as a whisper. My body was shaking.
He told me "It's OK Dad, it's OK. I don't care what you and Charlie did. Please don't be so upset. It's OK. I know you love him."
"And I love him; leave us son." Charlie took Mike by the shoulders and headed him towards the door. "Let me talk to Bill." I felt like a damn old fool. Even now, I can't tell you why I was so upset. Charlie hugged me. "It's my fault, Billy. I should have been more careful. Those guys understand. Most do anyway and I'll make Carl understand." I stood leaning against him for several minutes. There was a soft rap on the door. "Come!" Somehow, Charlie knew who it was. "Paul, take him home and get him calmed down and cleaned up." he ordered.
"I hope you understand; I don't. I'm OK. Let me finish getting dinner ready. Paul can help me if that's fine with you. You need to get cleaned up yourself." I actually laughed. Charlie smiled, nodded and left. Paul and I worked for another 30 minutes and we were on our way out when Charlie came back into the kitchen followed by Carl. It was easy to see that Carl's attitude was very, very different.
Charlie began, "I have a boy here who need to take an important step towards being the man I think he can be. Will you allow Carl to talk with you? He needs to do that." I hesitated. "As a favor to me, Bill?" Charlie asked. I nodded. Charlie and Paul left.
I looked at Carl. I could see red spots on his face and upper body. Someone had "taught" him a lesson. "I'm sorry, Bill. I was way out of line. I won't blame you if you refuse my apology. I was angry about last night; I thought you were looking down on the rest of us. It was explained to me that you have your reasons. I know you love Mike and that he loves you and I'm jealous of both of you, that you love..." His voice broke.
"We do love. I don't want any apology, especially if it's been beaten out of you. We're both new at this. I don't understand a lot of this man to man thing myself so I can understand your frustration. What I don't understand is your meanness of spirit. These guys here won't tolerate that; I won't. I would have thought you would know that. You've been here almost a year." I paused for a breath.
"Dad. Can I call you Dad too? Please..." He looked so much like a little boy. "My being sorry, the apology is from me. I was sorry the minute I said what I said. My mouth gets me into trouble and it has done it before. I'm working on it. I answered the General back and that's when Dave slapped me around some. I deserved it. He's a Dad too." Carl grinned a bit. I shook my head and smiled at him - just a bit. He was a gorgeous man child, especially with tears in the corners of his eyes. The next thing I knew I was surrounded by his big arms. He hugged me tight; Carl was almost as big as Dave and Charlie. "Can I help you get cleaned up? I heard general Charlie tell the major. Can I Dad?"
When he let go, I wheezed, "Yeah, you can call me Dad if it's OK with Mike. What I want to know is who decked you in the kitchen." We were almost out of Charlie's place when Mike joined us. Carl pointed at Mike and winked at me. Again I laughed. Carl made a very polite request to Mike.
"If Dad says it's fine then it's great with me. That makes me the middle brother. I like that position. Maybe Paul will take you on as his other kid brother. He's good at that." Mike laughed at his own joke. The two boys began undressing me and then themselves the minute we walked through the door. I felt Mike's finger in my ass crack. "Mmmmm, General's gooo. Want some?" Carl grabbed for Mike's finger and almost swallowed it whole. They were such clowns.
"Don't be so damn crude!" I warned.
Mike looked at me with that sweet smile. And then turning very serious, he continued, "Dad, I said it's OK and it is. Please don't let this become an issue between you and me."
I struggled with my own emotions for several seconds. "Let's all of us take a shower." The boys whooped and jostled to see who would be first through the entrance. " Go easy before one of you gets hurt!" I warned. From both of them at once, in feigned little boy voices I heard, "Yes daddy, we'll be good boys." And, they were.
In seconds, Carl was on his knees behind me and his tongue began snaking up and down the deep clef between my ass cheeks. It touched my ring on both the up and down strokes and in seconds my cock was pointed straight out. Mike began kissing me on the forehead and his tongue gently explored my eye sockets, the bridge and then the length of my nose and then each ear received his attentions. His soft lips closed on each of my lobes and pulled gently before his tongue darted in and out. I turned my face quickly so that I could meet his tongue with my own. One of Carl's hands was on my cock now and the other reached around and found Mike's. He stroked both cocks in unison. I felt his tongue digging deeper and lower. "Ahhh" he moaned, "More General's Goo Chicken!" and with that, he nibbled on my sac. I burst into laughter. Carl was crude but funny; I had relaxed.
Mike pulled away from me for just a moment, "Dad, it's good to hear you laugh!" and then, in a tone deeper and louder, "Carl, I did not think that was funny." Carl let go of my sac and gulped Mike's cock; he swallowed all 8". "Now that's not funny either; but it sure feels good." Mike bent his head and sucked on my man tits. He soon was on his knees eating my cock and Carl was on his back on the floor with his head and mouth where they needed to be. The thought occurred to me that this would be my fourth sexual escapade in 24 hours. I sighed. Mike let me go and quickly looked up into my face, "What's wrong? Am I not pleasing you?"
"4 times in 24 hours. I'm an old man. Indeed you do please me; more than you know. You both do." I let myself down onto my bed. Somehow we had worked our way closer and closer to it. Carl climbed between my legs and began working on my ass again. I asked where he had learned that trick and he made some comment about Mike and I having left the party too early the night before. Mike now knelt over me with his cock and beautiful ass over my face and he took me into his mouth. I returned the favor. A tongue in my ass, a cock in my mouth, and my cock in a mouth... and I began to cum. I did not even feel it begin; it just happened. Mike did the same and then Carl, stimulated by my constricting ass ring, let his load fly. Cum was everywhere. This was a Thanksgiving day to remember.