The Peter & Charlie Trilogy

by Gordon Merrick

  “We’ve had all the tests. He’s sterile. We usually do it with our mouths.”

  “You’re wonderful at that. But you like it this way?”

  “Oh, God, with you. I’ve never known anything like it.”

  “How do you mean?”

  “A man inside me, making me come. It’s never happened before.”

  “That’s not possible.”

  “I told you, with Jack it’s usually with the mouth. There haven’t been many others, except long ago when it didn’t count. I don’t even know if men are generally built like you.”

  “You mean my cock? You can say it.”

  “Yes, your beautiful great cock.”

  He laughed. “Feel that? I guess it likes attention.”

  “Doesn’t it get plenty? Are many men so big?” She ran her hands down over his buttocks and pressed him to her.

  “It’s bigger than average, but it’s not all that unique.” Thoughts were fitting together again. He had been preparing Peter for something. His grand design was grander than he had realized. He needed more time to sort it out. He went on, “Peter’s is almost as big and really beautiful. Haven’t you noticed?”

  “I suppose I should say no, but yes, I have. He’s lovely-looking, but you’re such a man. I can’t imagine why I thought you’d want me to do it with my mouth.”

  “Because I’m a faggot?”

  “You’re not a faggot.”

  He smiled into her eyes. “You’ve got to learn to say that without making it sound like a dread disease. Sex is fabulous with you, but I’ve always known it would be with a girl I felt really in touch with. You mustn’t let that confuse you. When you say I’m yours, it just can’t be. I’m a taker. Goodness, this is turning into very conversational sex. I like it. Sex between a man and a women is more a sharing, I guess, giving and taking. You share everything with another man much more than you could with a woman, but I guess the sex part is more solitary. Selfish, probably. It’s more masculine really, if you look at it that way. I’m a very butch faggot, but a faggot all the same.” He laughed.

  “Stop calling yourself that.”

  “You started it. No. I’m sorry. You said ‘queer’.”

  “Please don’t. I’m in love with you. You know that.”

  “Yes. That’s something nobody can ever do anything about, but I’m sorry. I don’t want you to be hurt. I’m in love with Peter. I always have been and always will be. Till madness do us part.”

  “Madness?”

  “I sometimes think I may be losing my mind,” he said thoughtfully. “Some pretty mad thoughts are racing around in my head right now.”

  “Tell me.”

  “Not yet. I’m not being a tease. There’s a lot I don’t understand yet about this.”

  “I don’t mind waiting, my precious.” She slipped her hand down and found his testicles and cradled them. She felt more intimate with him than she ever had with any other being. Even while he was defining the limits of his response to her, she could feel love and goodness flowing from him. Perhaps he felt more for her than he realized. She could wait indefinitely while she helped him free himself from Peter’s hold.

  Her hand tickled his balls and his body jerked in response. “Go on, do that some more. I’m getting a whopping great hard-on again. Can you feel it?”

  “It’s felt as if you had a hard-on all along. I can feel it moving. It’s heavenly.”

  “God, yes. It’s fascinating getting a hard-on and talking and thinking about giving you another baby all at the same time. I love giving you babies. We’ll make it twins. If it really happens, what’s Jack supposed to think?”

  “I don’t know. Maybe I’d better let him do it properly in the next week or two. He’ll think it’s a miracle.”

  “No. Don’t do that yet. Give me some time. We’ll talk about it. I don’t want him to fuck you while this is going on. Do you understand?”

  She looked into his eyes with gratitude. “Yes, my precious lover.”

  “I mean it. Maybe Jack should know I’m the father. You want me to make you pregnant. You’re in love with me. Let’s wait and see how it should be for all of us. It’s pretty tremendous. We’ve got to know what’s good for the baby, too.”

  “Who wants to decide anything now? All I can think about is your great cock. Oh, God. The invading army.”

  “Mmmm. Everything is really operating now.” He propped himself up with his knees and withdrew slowly to the edge of her entrance and thrust purposefully into her. She cried out and her body shuddered under him. He looked into her eyes and saw the passion lighting up in them. He swallowed hard. “Christ, don’t you think I’d like to love you and have children with you?” he cried with sudden unexpected anguish.

  “Fuck me, my great lover,” she soothed him. “That’s all I want. Yes. Oh, yes. Make me come again. Oh, God, you’re the only one.”

  They were waiting in the cockpit, dressed and having drinks when they saw Jack and Peter appear late in the afternoon over the low ridge that enclosed the cove. They went forward and waved as the two ashore carried the dinghy down to the still water and launched it from the arc of beach.

  “I feel as if it must show all over me,” Martha murmured, as the dinghy approached. “I’m so blissfully happy.”

  “Just don’t try to hide it by being off-hand with me,” Charlie warned. “That would be the biggest giveaway of all.”

  Jack and Peter were talking at once when they came aboard, telling about the ancient ruined city, the mosaics, the fragments of statuary and carved stone lying about in the open, the remains of the Apollonian cult, including a monumental marble phallus, complete with balls.

  “We saw only one guard the entire time we were there,” Peter said. “It’s fantastic, like a great outdoor museum. I could make a fortune if most of it weren’t too heavy to lift. Still, I’ve got my eye on a couple of things. You’ve both got to come tomorrow. This is the most exciting place yet.”

  “The seas are bigger than ever,” Jack said. “It’s lucky we put in here. We couldn’t have found a better place to sit it out.”

  They talked about Delos during the evening and got out guidebooks to read up on it. When Jack and Martha went to bed, Charlie and Peter lingered a while on deck, drinking wine and talking.

  “It’s mad. Cocks in every direction.” Peter laughed. “I can’t wait for you to see it. Aside from all that, it’s so beautiful, the way the hill goes down to the sea. There’s a magnificent view of the islands.”

  Sitting side-by-side, with Peter’s arm around his shoulder, Charlie longed to tell him what had happened, but he knew he must wait until they could get away from the boat for a day or two. The atmosphere was dense enough without Peter being involved. And he would be involved. He wanted him to be involved. There were already things he had resolved to speak to Martha about. He leaned to Peter’s mouth and nibbled his lips gently with teeth and tongue.

  “The way you kiss me these days,” Peter said with a giggle. “You may yet seduce me.”

  Charlie had never loved him so tenderly nor been so stirred by him as thoughts of possible developments ran through his head. He put his hand on his golden hair. “Better go to bed, baby. I really have to catch up on my sleep.”

  When Peter came to wake him in the morning, he had been aware of all their comings and goings for some time. He pretended to be asleep and groaned when Peter tugged his foot. “So soon?”

  “It’s after eight. We’re ready to go. Come on, Champ.”

  “You all go ahead. I need another hour. I’ll swim ashore and join you.”

  “OK. When you go up the beach, you’ll find a path. Just stay on it till you get to the site. A little farther along you’ll see some walls with two huge statues sticking out of them. You can’t miss it. I’ll wait for you around there somewhere. Just call.”

  Charlie lay in his bunk, listening to the sounds of departure. He was sure Martha would find an excuse to stay on board. He heard the dinghy bum
ping against the side. He heard the splash of oars. He waited a few moments and then leaped up and shed his shorts and performed his morning toilet. He poured himself a cup of coffee from the pot that was still hot on the stove and mounted the companionway naked. He looked around him. The wind was still blowing. The dinghy was beached. There was nobody in sight on shore. He moved out onto the deck and looked up along it. She was lying out naked, with towels and cushions around her, her hands covering her nipples. He carried his cup forward and joined her. She sat up and grabbed at a towel and slowly pushed it aside as she gazed up at him.

  “The birthplace of Apollo. How gorgeous of you to come to me naked. I was afraid I’d dreamed we’re lovers. Was sleeping just an excuse?”

  He nodded. “I thought you’d stay. What did you say?”

  “I said if you were going to join them, somebody should stay with the boat. Jack always goes for that.” Her eyes strayed over him and returned to his sex. “I can really look at you, at last. Even like that, you can tell it must get enormous. I’ve dreamed so often of your being naked with me in the sun so that I could see all of you.”

  “Isn’t it marvelous? It feels wonderful being like this together. I’m ready to get enormous for you.” He put the cup down on the cabin roof. She was immediately crouched before him, arousing him with her mouth. He laughed as he lifted and hardened. When he was fully erect, she sat back on her haunches and looked up at him.

  “How it soars. It’s sublime from this angle. So powerful. It must make you feel so proud. That monumental phallus they were talking about. What do we want with a statue?”

  He dropped to his knees in front of her and she held his sex upright against himself while he stroked her breasts with the tips of his fingers. They were lost for a rapt moment in contemplation of each other’s bodies.

  “I’m trying to decide what to do next,” he said with a grin. “Come on. Sit down.” He sat with his legs out in front of him around her. He lifted her legs over his thighs and moved in close to her. He ran his hands up her thighs and over the full curve of her belly.

  “That’s where I’m supposed to lose five pounds,” she said.

  “I like it. It’s a bit Rubens, but not too much.” She held his testicles in both hands and exerted a slight pressure so that his sex stood straight between them, swaying slightly. “Well, what shall we do with it?”

  “Like this.” She lay her fingers along it lightly and pulled it down to her. “It’s so hard. Does it hurt for me to force it down like this?”

  “It feels marvelous. Go ahead.”

  They both watched as she tipped forward, lifting herself on his thighs, and inserted the head and gripped the shaft and moved it around within her. They took quick simultaneous breaths.

  “You’re stirring the soup again.” They laughed together.

  “That’s where it makes me come.”

  “You mean, there’s all that left-over cock doing nobody any good?”

  “Oh, no. I’m just discovering all it’s good for. It’s for holding like this and for coming way up inside me. I feel sorry for women who haven’t had anything like this.”

  “Can you really come like that?”

  “I could.”

  “Do it. I want to see.”

  “You really want me to? You don’t think it’s shameless of me? Letting you watch and all?”

  “What’s wrong with being shameless? It’s exciting to see you doing things with my cock.” He put his arms around her shoulders and leaned his head against hers as she gripped his sex and began to move it firmly within her. Her breath quickened.

  “Oh, yes,” she gasped. “This is what I’ve always wanted and not known it. Holding a great hard cock and doing this with it. Oh, God. Just this much of you feels huge inside me. Let me do this.”

  “I sure will. I’ll be ready to come with you.”

  “Not yet. Wait. Please.”

  “Don’t worry. I’m doing fine.”

  She continued the movement while he stroked her back and breasts and thighs. She was panting and moaning. “Oh, yes. Yes,” she cried at last. She let go of his sex and gripped his waist and pulled herself to him, taking all of him into her. He put his hands behind him and propped himself on his arms and threw his head back and lifted his hips. He gave a shout as he felt himself exploding deep within her. She made incoherent sounds of satisfaction as she fell against his chest, her arms clinging to him as she bore down on his sex, driving it deeper into her as he rocked with the spasm of his orgasm. After a few minutes, he eased her back so that she was sitting on the deck once more.

  “We do have fun,” he said with a chuckle.

  “Was it good for you?”

  “God, yes, considering we made it up on the spur of the moment.” His sex slowly slipped from her and lay on the deck. He reached for a towel and started to wipe it. She took the towel and did it for him.

  “I hope you don’t expect me to be ladylike and hide how crazy I am for this. I still can’t believe you’re letting me hold it, that it’s all swollen like this for me, that it’s getting softer because it’s just filled me with you. I want to sit so I don’t lose what you’ve just given me.” She tossed the towel aside and lifted her legs from his thighs and folded them under her and sat between his outspread legs. One hand continued to caress his sex, keeping it extended and partially erect.

  “I’m going to have to go pretty soon,” he said. “I’ve been thinking a lot. There’s so much we have to talk about.”

  “Are you going to tell me you’re queer again? It’s not very convincing after the way you make love to me.”

  “Oh, I’m probably bisexual. I think most people are if they’re relaxed about it. That’s one of the things I want you to understand. About me and Peter. Under different circumstances I suppose I might have had an affair with him and then gone on and had a family and all the rest of it. That’s the way I thought it was going to be when it started. We had to make so many sacrifices to have it the way we both wanted it. Complete and good. The most important person in my life was my grandmother before Peter. This can’t be very interesting for you, but it’s important. When we decided we really wanted to live together, that was the end of her. Disinherited and the lot. His family. My family. Friends we had to cut because they wouldn’t understand. The lying and deception to make it easier for people we had to work with. When you’re an outcast, you hang on to whatever good you have in life. Talk about bonds of steel. Even if we didn’t love being together, we’d probably hang on just to convince ourselves that it had all been worth it. My life in a nutshell. I want you to tell me about you. What about being married to Jack?”

  “What about it?”

  “I’m serious. I want to know. You’ve been together about as long as Peter and I. It must mean something to you.”

  “No. Nothing. Not for a long time. When he bought this boat, I told him I couldn’t go on living with him. He doesn’t care. I’ve stayed on the way people do, waiting for something to happen that would force me to decide. I’m glad I did. I’ve been marvelously happy with you on board, so it’s not just the boat. When you go, I’ll hate it more than ever. I’ll go, too. Home probably. To my parents in Rhode Island, maybe, if I’m pregnant. I know I am. Money’s no problem, thank heavens.”

  “Then what?”

  “A divorce, of course. I’ve never known how to do anything, so I doubt if I’ll get a job. I’ll jog along. With a baby, I’ll be happier than I have been for years.”

  She was so utterly undemanding. It was the quality in her that made him feel that almost anything was possible. “You’re sure you know what you’re saying? It might be pretty important. It’s really finished with Jack? Regardless of this, you’ve been planning to clear out?”

  “Of course. Couldn’t you tell? If we didn’t have to get through this cruise together, I’d tell him today. As you say, I don’t particularly want him to catch us in the act, but I’m not even sure of that. I’d like him to see what a man
should look like.” His sex responded in her hand and she began to stroke it more insistently. She knew her worship of it was the only hold she had over him, but he was opening out the situation much sooner than she had dared hope. His interest in her future, the hint that he wanted her to be free, it was all leading up to something. She chose her words carefully so as not to frighten him off.

  “You’ve always been so sweet to me, much more than men who’ve said they love me. Will you want to know the baby?”

  “God, yes. I’ve always wanted one, but my wife wouldn’t hear of it. Peter would adore a baby of mine. He’s always wanted me to have one, but it’s got to be his, too. I want it to be ours.” As he spoke, his sex surged out in her hand and hardened more. He laughed. “That’s what we get for being naked. No secrets. Now you know how exciting that sounds to me.”

  “I don’t understand. What’s exciting?”

  “I want Peter to have you. Now. Soon. So we won’t know who the father is.”

  She stared at him, immediate shock banishing thought. “You really are mad,” she said.

  “No. Don’t you understand? We’re practically the same person. I’d be much more yours when you’ve had him. He’s part of me. He’d make you more mine. I want him to make you pregnant with me.”

  She became aware that his sex was standing erect in her hand. She watched it lift imperiously as she ran her fingers over it and knew that it commanded her. “It’s too late,” she said. “All night, I could feel you growing inside me. I can tell something’s happened. You’ve made me too completely yours. I can’t even imagine anybody else.”

  “But that’s what I’m telling you. It won’t be anybody else. It’ll be all three of us together. He’d never do it unless I’m there. You’ll see. It really will be complete. As soon as we get to Mykonos, we’ll arrange something. We can’t do anything on the boat. I can’t even talk to Peter while we’re all cooped up together. When will you know?”