Chapter 4 – Chapter 4

"That's the last letter I have from your grandfather to mine," Bud Montgomery said. The light was growing dim in the small living room. The men had been sitting side by side, closely, piecing the letters together for a couple of hours.

"I see," Hal Collins answered. "That's sad, so sad."

"Yes, but what I story. I can understand how both of them felt. The sadness was that it had to end."

"As I read the letters, I can see the conflict in my grandfather's view of it—having to consider the social mores of the time—or thinking he had too. Your grandfather's position seemed the purer."

"But it also seems clear that my grandfather seduced yours into the relationship—a private seduced an officer."

"I don't think that would have been possible if the officer didn't basically want it to happen. They just lived at the wrong time."

"You think it would have been better in the present?"

"Well, homosexuality is more readily accepted now, I think. I certainly don't feel the stigma that my grandfather obviously did—probably for very good reason. I'm an Army officer and I've been able to declare, if only recently."

"You? You're gay?"

"Yes, I think that's why this responsibility for putting the letters together devolved on me. My father couldn't bring himself to do it. But in his letter to me, passing on the responsibility, he said that I should understand the need for it better than he did, because I was gay. In that, I think he was right."

"I see." Bud was looking away from Hal, his face turned toward the family photographs on the table across the room.

"I'm sorry if I have offended you." Hal was truly concerned. Since he had arrived here and while they had been piecing together the letters, he increasingly had become attracted to Bud Montgomery. He, of course, could never act on it, but he found the young man's understanding and acceptance of the contents of the letters and the sensuality he exuded arousing.

"How could you have offended me?" the young man, asked turning back to Hal. He placed a hand on Hal's forearm that Hal felt as a burning brand, so much did it arouse him.

"You have been so good about all of this—the revelations in these notes and letters. I'm gay, so it isn't difficult for me. But for you it should be—"

"I'm gay too."

"Excuse me? Those photographs on that table over there. Isn't that your wife? Aren't those your children?"

"Yes, but that doesn't mean that I'm not gay. It just means I didn't come to grips with that fact until after I married and had children. My family is resigned to the fact and we get along fine. They just don't live here. I live here alone, and when I'm feeling brave and am attracted to a man, I bring him back here, and I lie under him."

"You bring men back here, and you lie under them—when you are attracted to them?"

Bud had not removed his hand from Hal's arm.

"You lie under men?" Hal repeated.

"Yes, I'm sorry if I offend you now, but I'm openly gay, and I want to make the most of the rest of my life. That's what I find sad in the story of our grandfathers—that they so obviously loved each other and yet had to give each other up. I don't even need the love. If I'm am attracted to a man and aroused by him I am happy to let him fuck me."

"Men fuck you?"

"Yes, when I want them."

"And that's all it takes? You might, then be attracted to—"

"I have been attracted to you since I heard your voice on the telephone. I have been aroused by you since you walked through my front door. Haven't you felt the vibes too?"

"Yes, I've felt them. But I believed . . . I didn't know . . . I fought them."

"Like your grandfather fought them? To what good purpose? Was he happier for it? I can tell you my grandfather wasn't happier for it. He mourned the loss for the rest of his life. He's the one who forced me to acknowledge that I like men rather than women—and that I liked men to fuck me. He's the one who told me not to resist my impulses, to grab as much pleasure, of my own choosing. He gave me the notes letters he'd saved from your grandfather. That your grandfather saved the notes and letters he received as well screams of his own regret for what he lost. We don't need to relive our grandfathers' mistakes, though . . . Damned right I want you to fuck me."

Hal stopped further declarations by the younger Bud by pulling him closer, embracing him, and possessing his mouth with his. Bud pulled Hal down on top of him as they turned to stretch out on the sofa, and they rolled around, frantically pulling at each other's clothes until there was nothing else to pull off. Instinctively, Bud scooted down the length of the sofa as Hal worked his way in the opposite direction, raising up in a pushup position on his toes, with the heels of his hands dug into the sofa arm. His face now positioned under Hal's pelvis, he took Hal's half-engorged cock in his mouth, and Hal face fucked him, doing pushups above the younger man.

When Hal was as hard as hard can be, Bud scooted up the length of the sofa again, to where he could guide Hal's cock to his asshole, wrapped his legs around the small of Hal's back, and pulled the cock inside him.

"Shit, you're good at this," Hal muttered as he continued his pushups, this time stroking his cock in Bud's channel rather than his mouth.

"So, according to those letters, was my grandfather," Bud answered. "There's so much I can show you, so much we can do, so much fucking we can make up for for our grandfathers."

Hardened armyman that Hal was, he was able to do hundreds of pushups without breaking a sweat. Bud was glad he could, although they both broke a sweat.

When they had been ejaculated and fell into an entwining embrace—and Bud had managed to regularized his breathing, he whispered, "Can you come again?"

"Gettysburg isn't that far from D.C. I think I can manage to make the trip again soon."

"No, I mean can you come again now. Can you make me come again now. This house is small, but it has a bedroom."

"Yes, I think I can manage that," Hal answered, with a grin. "But our grandfathers did it wherever. I don't need to go as far as the bedroom."

Bud gave a gasp and arched his back, as Hal thrust his cock up inside him again and began to pump, showing how fit he was—that he could get hard again quickly.