Gay Erotic Stories

I waited at the bar, waiting and praying that he would show up, afraid he wouldn’t. There was always that fear that gripped my guts when we were to meet up. Toby’s Bar was typical of GI hangouts in Saigon; dark, not very fancy, smoky, with hookers, the whole package, except for one thing. Toby’s also catered to gays. Not openly. He didn’t advertise it but word got around that it was safe for gay soldiers and marines to go there. It was enough of a mix of straights and women that the MP’s never bothered the place. Of course, Toby was strict as hell about flaunting it or being too obvious. Toby was a former marine, big and muscular, one of the original advisors sent to Vietnam. He liked it and stayed. Nobody messed with him.

I watched every guy who came through the door, if only for a quick glimpse before he was shrouded in the darkness of the bar. Toby got me another beer without me asking. I didn’t know if he knew who I was waiting on, but if he did he didn’t say so.

“Did she stand you up?” he asked.

“Too early to tell,” I said. That was the way it was…most of the time he knew better but you talked in heterosexual terms. It was a code--one that even the straight guys respected if they found out about you. Toby was quick and quite capable of dealing with loud homophobia. One time there were a couple of guys who looked like raw recruits who came in with the sole purpose of finding and beating up gays. They didn’t make any bones about it. They talked to each other loud enough that others could hear, as they looked around and tried to guess if this or that guy was ‘gay’. Toby put a stop to it; politely at first, till one of the stupid shits had the balls to ask him if he was gay. Toby played along with it. He nodded for them to follow him back to the restroom. Moments later, there was a lot of noise back there, and then the back door was slamming shut. He came back to the bar without a scratch. Hell, anybody in his right mind would know better than to mess with Toby.

I didn’t say who I was. Brad Courter, 19, six feet even, 196 pounds, regulation jarhead, buzz-cut marine. My 196 pounds were good, solid muscle. Most of us were; we had a workout room right in the barracks. The guy I was waiting on was Jason Seaborn, also nineteen but his 195 pounds were spread over a five-nine frame, which made him look heavier. He was Navy, which I liked to kid him was a distant cousin to the marines. More correctly, he was a Navy Seal. Okay, you want all of it...he was a sniper.

I started to get the sweats as the night wore on. He should have been there an hour ago. My guts tightened at the thought that maybe something had happened to him. I tried to shrug it off. It was something we both understood and lived with…him, obviously, more than me. He was the Navy Seal, doing covert ops. I was just an interpreter at Intel…interrogation…we dealt many times with the guys he sometimes brought in. I tried more than once to imagine how I would handle it if he didn’t come back from one of those missions. I couldn’t.

Finally, he was there. I recognized his very masculine frame as he appeared in the doorway and his cocky, sexy walk confirmed it. He had incredibly wide shoulders and big arms sticking out of a muscle shirt and his pecs protruded in two solid masses of muscle. He had a waist that made women jealous and his jeans shifted loosely around his waist, held up not by a belt but by his bubble butt. He sauntered up to the bar and slid onto the stool next to me with that crooked smile as if he weren’t late at all. I didn’t make mention of it either.

“You been waiting long?” he asked.Toby brought him a beer.

“Only since noon,” I said.

He knew I was kidding, probably knew I was covering up that I was worried. He turned full circle on the bar stool, I thought to check the place and see if there was anybody he knew or who might know him. There was and he went over to a table to say hello. I was watching in the mirror over the bar. A waitress came up with a half dozen beers for the table and ran her cold hand down his bare arm. He cringed and laughed and smacked her on the ass. A hooker came up to his other side and put her arms around him and said something in his ear. He laughed and squeezed her butt hard and she left. It was like that with him; with all Navy Seals. They were quiet, unassuming heroes that took it all in stride. I could have been jealous except that I was happy in my own skin, and I marveled that he was as comfortable with me as he was with women. He came back to his bar stool with that little swagger in his hips.

“I was afraid you wouldn’t make it,” I said after first looking around to see if anybody was in earshot. Nobody except Toby and he didn’t matter but you had to be always on guard about everything you said.

“I did,” he said. As always, I had a hard time keeping my eyes off of him; especially his huge arms sticking out of his shirt. Damn, they were sexy. It was easier for me to look because of the mirror but I was cautious. Jason looked around the bar and asked, “Did you get a room?”

I nodded. We talked for awhile, bringing Toby into the conversation when he had time. Jason downed the rest of his beer and slid the bottle across the bar with a finality that said he was ready to go. “Hey, Toby, if those two girls show up, tell them we’ll be back, don’t go away,” he said in a loud voice as he stood down off the bar stool. It didn’t matter whether Toby believed there really were two girls. Somehow, I think he knew better.

A dozen blocks away, down side streets and through alleys, was what was known as the Trent Hotel. It was a two-story structure that had been converted to a maze of rooms and they put a hotel sign over the door. On the way, Jason stopped off in a gift shop. I told him the room number, two-thirty-eight, and went on to the hotel. He would spend a few minutes in the shop then leave and go down the alley and come into the hotel by way of the rear stairs. The hotel clerk knew the routine; two GIs could never be seen going into a hotel together unless there were one or two women on their arms. I went up the stairs to the room. I’d already showered and got ready for him. I took a big dose of breath freshener and took off my clothes, down to my shorts. I was waiting on the bed when he came in. He double-bolted the door behind him and went over and closed the shutters over the windows facing the street. There were still the open windows facing the alley and a blank wall. He was always careful, afraid there might be somebody spying from a window across the street.

He began taking off his clothes which always made me breathless, all the while with his eyes on me, and that thrilled me that he was so open about wanting me so. I loved everything about him; his looks, eyes, sense of humor, most of all his body. His torso spread out wide when he pulled his shirt off over his head, baring his hairy armpits. He tossed the shirt aside and his pecs settled thick and heavy on his rib cage when he lowered his arms. Nice hair there, too, a spattering on each side around his tits then the neat, straight line down the center of his abs, disappearing under the waistband of his shorts. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband to shove his briefs down but I stopped him. “Wait, leave them on…let me look at you for a minute.”

He moved his hands down to his sides and stood a little awkwardly with one leg slung out, a goofy, embarrassed smile on his face. I let my eyes rake up and down his muscular body, zeroing in on his tiny briefs. They weren’t regulation, although they should have been. The military would save a lot of money on material if they were regulation. There was barely anything to them; two thin strips curved up over his hip bones trying to support the weight in the pouch stretched around his manhood. They barely contained his massive manhood, and stretched so low that you could see the curls of hair over the top.

“You ought to be on a recruiting poster,” I said.

“Like this?”

“If I was in charge of recruiting!”

“Is that enough looking?” he asked, shrugging his heavy shoulders. “Yeah.”

He shoved his briefs down. He straightened from taking off his briefs, his big cock hanging out proudly, not yet hard, but thick with bulging veins. My breath caught in my throat as he walked toward me, his cock swinging majestically. It was easily six/seven inches, thick and meaty and thick, with a network of bluish veins under the silken sheath that gave it a bit of a gnarled look when he was hard. He never got hard fast. It was like he took his time, no big rush--it would be hard when the time came. “I don’t know how you carry all that around,” I said.

He laughed as he crawled over the foot of the bed between my legs. On his knees, he ran his hands up and down my thighs several times then tugged at my shorts. I rose up so he could take them off of me. He tossed them to me and his eyes shifted to my own cock but didn’t linger. He was just noticing, with no particular desire for it except that it made me a man and a man was what he wanted. But there was desire in his eyes.

“Godd, you look good to me,” he said as he leaned up over me on his hands and knees and clamped his mouth over my right pec. I gasped and moaned as he flicked my tit with his tongue then sucked on it. The after-shave bristle on his face felt good. “Your tits getting bigger?” he asked.

“If they are you made them that way,” I said. They would get bigger with him sucking on them. He reached down and lifted my left leg around his hip and I lifted them both, tilting my butt up for him. He slid his cock up and down the crack of my butt, made slick with his precum. It was hard now--Hard and big--Hard and HUGE. And I trembled a little inside with anticipation.

“I know you like some foreplay but I’m so damned horny,” he said, poking his cock at the slick hole.

“I’ve told you the foreplay is seeing you come through the door, watching you take off your clothes and walk toward the bed. It’s all the foreplay I need.”

“You’re something else, you know that? So damned unselfish.”

“I’ll be anything you want me to be.” I said I felt the pressure of his cockhead against my clenching hole. He picked up my shorts and handed them to me. He was always afraid I would make too much noise. “I’m okay,” I said.

“I like to see ‘em in your mouth,” he said. I let him stuff my shorts in my mouth. He pushed and I pushed my asshole back at him with that little twinge of fear that always came over me the moment before I was about to be impaled on the huge cock. I tried not to remember the pain. His cock popped through, leaving me wide-eyed as it always did when he entered me, part of it from the excruciating pain. He barely paused before he sank all the way in me, all ten-plus-maybe--eleven inches, up to his balls. The weight of them felt wonderful against my butt.

“Ohhhh, God I’ve wanted this so bad,” he gasped. He held still with his cock buried deep in my guts. “You okay?”

I pulled my shorts out of my mouth. “You always ask that and what do I always say?”

“But I know it hurts,” he said. “Tell me it doesn’t hurt. You can’t hide it, hard as you try.”

“It hurts like hell, but not for long and nothing I can’t handle,” I assured him. Slowly he withdrew most of the way then slid back in several times, and then he was fucking me. “Ohhh…..Ohhhhh…..Awwhhhh,” I moaned softly.

“Ohh, yeah…you’re so hot and tight,” he whispered.

“That’s a true miracle, considering the size of your cock, stretching me,” I said.

“You must have muscles in your shit, to be so tight after all these times,” he said. He leaned over me and kissed my chest as he fucked me with a steady rhythm. He kissed down my abs then back up across my chest and along the side of my neck. I turned my face toward him a little but he moved back down my chest. He always avoided my face. He rose up and looked down at his cock going and in and out of me. “Fuck, that is so hot, watching your asshole squeeze around my cock, watching it pull and stretch outward when I pull back. Looks like it’s gonna turn inside out.” “It feels like it,” I said.

He leaned down and began kissing my chest again. He really liked my tits. He loved making them swell so he could suck and nibble on them. When he was kissing up my neck again I broke the spell.

“Go ahead,” I said.

“Go ahead and what?’ he asked.

“Kiss me. I think you want to. It’s all right.”

He trailed his lips back down to my chest and sucked my tits again. Then he raised his head and looked at me. His thick, powerful neck was so sexy and it made me weak inside, he was so handsome. “I wish you hadn’t said that,” he said hoarsely.

“Why?” I was afraid I’d fucked things up. I well knew how macho he was and maybe the idea of two guys kissing turned him off.

“I was afraid you wouldn’t want me to,” he said.

“How come you didn’t want me to say it?” I asked.

“Because now there’s nothing stopping me,” he said. He lowered his head, his face close to mine. His eyes shifted all around as if he were trying to recognize me, then his eyes met mine. We gazed into each other’s eyes for a long moment; I think a moment of indecision for him. “I may never do this again but I want to do it once,” he said.

I think I whinnied when his lips brushed over mine, or maybe it was him, or both of us. I didn’t kiss him back at first. I didn’t want to appear too eager; I wanted him to lead the way down this new path of pleasure. I wanted the experience to be all his. He flicked his tongue out and traced back and forth on my lips. I let them go slack to welcome his tongue. When our tongues touched and sent a shiver through me I began kissing him back. He lashed his tongue around mine and I sucked it into my mouth. It was definitely him who squealed when I did that. It turned into a long, experimental kiss, with more passion than I think either of us expected. It was almost more an act of love making all by itself. Finally he broke away with a tiny gasp, his head hung.

“Geezuss, I wish I hadn’t done that,” he said.

“Why?”

“Because, I liked it. That was hotter than any kiss I remember with a woman.”

“I guess I shouldn’t say I’m glad.”

He bent me more in half; my legs spread out wide, and pressed his body down against mine. Our muscles strained and flexed and slid together with our sweat. He fucked me, using long, steady strokes, his great cock gouging out the inner-most depths of me. I was always amazed how I was able to take his huge meat so deep. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and hung on. I kissed the hard column of his muscular neck.

“You feel so fuckin’ good…your muscles—it’s so different from the softness of a woman,” he said.

“Careful what you say, you might get to liking it too much,” I joked.

“I already do,” he said, he said, laughing. He fucked me hard, he fucked me gentle, he was on the way to fucking my brains out. “I gotta cum. I wanta cum so bad,” he whispered. “I’ll fuck you again but I have to drop this load I’ve been carrying around.”

“Give it to me,” I said. He picked up his pace and I hung on for dear life and clamped my open mouth against his neck as he pounded me unmercifully with his big cock. I held him tight, his muscles flexed hard and rippling, till suddenly he gasped and moaned and trembled and half sobbed. Then his cock was shooting great loads of hot semen deep inside me. It took a long time for him to empty his balls; he had a lot to come. I fought to hold off myself. He would want to fuck me again pretty quick and I wanted to be ready and still primed for him.

“How long have you been saving that?” I asked, holding him close with my arms and legs around him.

“Since last time I was with you.” He slowly withdrew his cock and toppled off to lie beside me, as if he didn’t want the intimacy now that he had cum. He wasn’t exactly loving when we were together and I was surprised when he shoved his arm under my pillow and pulled me close. He needed this so much. Part of his intensity was the release of all the pressure that he had to leave behind. It was as if all his fears and emotions were drained out of him when he shot off. It was hard for me to imagine Jason being afraid of anything but he told me he was, a lot, when he was out there.

“It’s always so intense after so long,” he said.

“The last time was only a week ago,” I said.

“You don’t know how long my weeks are.”

“No, I don’t. I don’t think I could do what you do,” I said. “Maybe, but what you do is just as important. It wouldn’t do me any good to bring them in if there wasn’t somebody skilled in getting information out of them.”

“There must be a lot of them you don’t bring in,” I said.

“Most of them I don’t. Most of them they just want taken out. But it’s their call,” he said nonchalantly. “All they have to do is drop their weapon, drop to their knees and put their hands on top of their heads--except if they’ve done anything stupid, like killed or wounded one of our guys. Then I don’t give a fuck what info they’ve got, they’re wasted.”

I could feel his muscles tighten even as talked. He changed the subject. “I’m sorry I was so selfish and went off so quick, but I needed it,” he said.

“I could tell--you were so intense.”

“I’ll fuck you again and we’ll take our time. I’ll find your spot and drive you up the walls.”

“You do that anyway,” I said. We lay quietly for a long moment, staring up at the ceiling fan.

“You know, sometimes, when I’m laying out there waiting for a shot, I let my mind drift back to the time before with you. Sometimes I think that’s what gets me through it.”

“This is the first time you’ve even mentioned that you’re a sniper,” I said.

“Yeah, sometimes I do sniper duty. I volunteer for it. I’m a good shot, I feel like I have to--best in the squad, probably the best in the whole company.” We were quiet again for a moment. But it was one of those times when Jason seemed to want to talk, at the same time he didn’t want to. “I know what you’re wanting to ask me,” he said.

“But I won’t ask.”

“And I won’t answer you. I will tell you, so far I’ve never had a miss,” he said with a steely determination in his tone.

“I can’t imagine doing what you do. I wouldn’t have the courage.”

“It’s not a matter of courage. It’s not like that. It’s a mater of dealing with your fear and doing what you’ve been trained to do.”

“I know, you always make light of it. You all do.”

“What do you want me to do, strut around, bragging? I don’t need to. You know I’m a stud without that,” he said with a mischievous grin.

“You don’t have to brag that you’re a stud. It’s tattooed on your forehead--you’re a hero to a lot of people, including me and there’s nothing you can say to change that,” I told him. “Is that why you take such good care of me?” he asked, laughing.

“You need taken care of and I like doing it. Call it my contribution to the war effort.”

“You’re a marine, just like me. You make your contribution,” he said.

“I’m a marine but not like you. Besides, you’re navy. The marines only pay your salary.”

“You guys love rubbing it in, don’t you? You like to make it sound like we’re the bastard kids at the family reunion.”

“Sometimes you act like the bastard kids. But that’s what makes you Seals.”

“I don’t feel like a hero when I blow some poor guy away when he doesn’t even know I’m there,” he said in a somber, husky tone.

“You’re doing what you were trained to do,” I reminded him.

He quickly changed the subject. “Are you ready? I’m ready to start some more maneuvers,” he said.

“Yes.”

“Prepare to get fucked, marine.”

“Yes, sir.”

“This one’s for you,” he said, and it was. He made it good, as only he could do. He probed at my insides from all angles, twisting his lean hips around in circles, making his cock lob around inside me so there was nothing untouched. “Ohhhhhh…Ohh…Ohhhhh…Ohhhhh,” I gasped as his cock slid repeatedly over my prostate.

“I found it, didn’t I?” he said with a grin.

“Oh, yeah…ohh, fuck yeah… Like That! Ohhhl fuck me!”

He fucked me for over an hour. He fucked me like a machine, as if he had no feelings in his own body. He exhausted me. I was a whimpering mess, almost sobbing from the pleasure of it by the time he made me go off. He didn’t shoot. I felt his cock still throbbing inside my mushed-up ass.

“Geezuss, it feels like that thing’s still hard,” I said.

“Yeah, but it don’t matter.”

I laughed, “Feels like it matters a lot.”

“Hey, sometimes I am in control of my cock,” he growled. “Maybe, but not often,” I chided him.

He slowly pulled his cock out and my asshole clenched the air before it began to close up. It always amazed me that it ever did close up after being battered by his huge cock. He lay beside me and we watched his cock throb, glistening with our juices. We dozed off for awhile then Jason got up and showered. I waited on the bed. I wanted to shower with him but he didn’t invite me and I didn’t suggest it.

“Got everything all nice and clean for you,” he said as he came out of the bathroom drying off, giving special attention to his manhood. I leaned up across the bed, ready to take him. “Naw, you don’t have to. I was just kidding,” he said as he kept drying off. He never understood; it wasn’t a case of have to. I wanted to. God, how I wanted to give him every pleasure I knew how. His back to me he belt over to dry his legs.

“Oh, damn, I wish you wouldn’t do that,” I moaned. He laughed over his shoulder. I moved over and sat on the edge of the bed. “Back up here,” I said. He stepped back and stood squarely in front of me. I ran my hands up his thighs to his butt, “You can go ahead and dry your legs,” I said.

When he bent over his buns spread open, revealing the dark aperture of his most secret entrance, half hidden with a soft flurry of protective hair. I leaned in and pressed my face against his butt and began licking the crevice.

“OHhh… Ohhhh, mannnnn!” he moaned softly. I flicked the hole with my tongue and licked his ass till his legs were shaking and he had to grab the chair for support. I pulled is butt apart and drove my tongue through his hole. “AAAwhwhhhh! Awww, Fuck, I love it when you do that!” he cried. I dove lower and licked his balls, then went back to his ass. He spread his legs wider. I wanted to crawl into his body and I think he would have let me. Finally, he couldn’t take it any longer. He straightened and turned around. His cock hit me in the face. I dove for it and began sucking him.

“Ohhh, yeah…suck it…awwwhhhh…ohhhhhh, you got me so hot… I wanta cum...suck it, baby…take my load…”

I was still swallowing the taste of him as I showered. He surprised me by coming into the bathroom to talk while I was showering. We got dressed and went down to Toby’s. We took a table by the dart board instead of sitting at the bar. Maybe Jason didn’t want to talk to Toby, didn’t want him to be asking questions about us. We sat and drank beer and I reveled in his company and dreaded the moment when he would go.

Chapter Two

A young sailor sauntered up to the table like he knew us. “Hey guys you want some company?” he asked as he slid his hand down his left thigh casually brushing his hand over his crotch. “Okay if I sit down?” He was cute as hell, slender but well built, filled out his whites real nice. He shouldn’t have been wearing his uniform in Toby’s, though. It was too blatant.

“Back away from the table while you still can,” Jason told him in a low, threatening tone that surprised even me.

“Hey…okay, no harm done. I just thought…” he defensively stammered as he moved back and turned away.

“You didn’t have to be so hard on him,” I said as the sailor walked away.

“You want him, go after him,” Jason said rather sullenly.

“Hell, I’ve got all I can handle right here,” I said quietly.

“He’s dangerous. Strutting in here in that uniform, being so bold with guys he doesn’t even know. Toby ought to say something to him.”

“I think you just did, enough for tonight, anyway.”

“Let’s go for a walk,” Jason said.

We downed our beer and headed out. There was something exciting yet calming about being on the streets of Saigon late at night. The neon lights were like a circus midway. We walked down the main drag and turned down a narrower street. Jason didn’t say anything so I didn’t either. Sometimes, I knew he just wanted to be quiet. That was okay with me; I was always pleased those times that he simply wanted my company. Another GI and a woman were walking down the other side of the street. Some guys came around the corner ahead of us; four of them and they were drunk.

“Uh--oh, that’s trouble,” I said quietly.

“They’re too drunk to be trouble,” Jason said calmly.

Twenty yards from us they crossed the street. We walked on past them till we heard the woman let out a tiny scream, followed by a loud heaving groan. We turned around to see the guy staggering back against the wall, holding his gut. Two of the guys were dragging the woman off. The guy straightened as best he could and went after them. Without a word or hesitation, Jason and I headed across the street. We blocked their way.

“Let her go,” Jason said.

“Or what?” “You’re going to wish you had,” he said. The boyfriend joined us, tearing at them in a rage to get the girl away from them. “Cool down, we just want to share your pussy,” one of them said as two of them shoved him down.

“Let her go,” Jason said again.

If they’d known him like I did, they would have let go and run like hell. The calm in his voice was like a fuse about ready to set off an explosion.

“What the hell is it to you, two guys out for a romantic stroll?”

“Don’t do this,” I warned wearily.

One of the guys holding the girl grabbed her between her legs and her boyfriend lunged again. I grabbed the other guy who was holding her and took him to his knees with a quick twist of his arm behind his back. “AWWooohhhh, fuck, you’re breaking my arm!” he yelled.

“Stop moving, it won’t hurt so badly,” I said, and jerked up. He yelled louder. Whatever else happened didn’t register, it happened so fast. A second guy was lying on the sidewalk, doubled over holding his balls. The girl was free and safe in the arms of her boyfriend and Jason was methodically reducing the remaining two men to slumping heaps.

“You need any help?” I asked.

“Nope,” he said as he landed precise and deadly punches at first one then the other. In less than a minute they both went down like two sacks of potatoes. I gave my man a shove toward the heap, jerking his arm one last time for good measure. He yelled and slumped over his buddies.

“You lovebirds stay right here, I’ll have the MP’s come and give you a ride,” Jason said.

“No, fuck no--don’t call the MP’s.”

“What are you, navy? You want the shore patrol?” I asked.

“No, we don’t want anybody!”

I turned to the guy and his girlfriend who was sobbing uncontrollably, “You guys all right?” I asked.

“I am. She will be,” the guy said. “Thanks.”

“Hey, it was the most fun I’ve had all night,” Jason said.

“Thanks, though. I can’t even think about what they would’ve done if you hadn’t come along.”

“Well, we did, and they didn’t, so why don’t you take your girl to a nice quiet spot and have a drink before you take her home.” I said.

“Thank you,” the girl said as we were walking off.

“Hey,” Jason said to me. He gave me a tight, mischievous grin. “What?”

“That was a real adrenalin rush and you know adrenalin always pumps up my testosterone,” he said.

“What the hell do you want me to do about it?” I said.

“Hey, fucker, you left me with a hardon back in the room,” he said.

“Sounds like a personal problem to me.”

“You wanta head back?” he asked me in a serious tone.

“Do you?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, I do.”

I had thought we would walk around and then he would head back. Now I got the impression that he didn’t want to go back. “You’re going out again tomorrow, aren’t you?” I said. It wasn’t a question because I knew the answer.

“Yeah.”

“And you need to get charged up before you go back to your unit.”

“I just need to know there’s a world out there besides, what I…” He cut himself off. “A world to come back to,” he finished. “And sometimes…sometimes, man, you’re pretty much it.”

We went back to the hotel for the hours we both had left on our passes. He fucked my eyeballs out, leaving me wondering where the hell he got his stamina. But we spent as much time just lying together and talking about nothing.

I went to Toby’s the next night because I couldn’t stand to be in the barracks. I went the next night to wait on Jason. The young sailor who had approached us a couple of nights before came up to me at the bar but didn’t take a stool. “I’m probably out of line again but I gotta ask, who is that big stud I see you with? You guys meet up then leave together,” he said.

“We just meet up here, have a couple of beers, then he likes to go to the strip clubs,” I said.

“Any interest in a third party tagging long?” “No.” “Are you speaking for him?” he asked.

“I guess I am, he ain’t here,” I said.

“Maybe I am out of line,” he said.

“Maybe you are.”

“But I’m not wrong…am I?”

“About what?”

“Just tell me, is he, uh…fair game?”

“I wouldn’t try what I think you’re thinking. I wouldn’t even think it,” I warned. “He’s a Navy Seal; he could kill you with one hand.”

“How about you?” he asked.

“What about me?”

“Any interest?”

I found myself weakening. “Depends,” I said.

“Oh what?” he asked.

“What you’re interested in.”

“Anything you’re willing to teach me,” he said. He was a kid compared to me, even though he was probably only a year, two years younger. I figured he was eighteen, he was in uniform, but he could’ve joined at seventeen.

I smiled at him with half a scowl. “Are you saying you’re cherry?” I asked.

“Yes. Not with women.”

“Even if you’re not out of line, you’re a dumb ass. How do you know I’m not undercover?”

“If you are, then my ass is toast,” he said.

My balls kicked in and I waved Toby over to get us two beers. “I’m going to give you some advice,” I said. “Don’t be so bold and blatant. You’re going to get yourself and others in trouble and you’re going to screw Toby in the process.”

“I just wanted to make myself understood,” he said.

“Anybody that’s interested will catch the vibes,” I said.

“Okay, thanks for the heads-up,” he said. “I’m new at this.”

“It shows. They’ll pick up those vibes, too,” I told him.

“How about it, are you going to teach me?” he asked.

“Yeah, but we do it all the way, my way, no questions asked. Think you can handle that?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You’re talking about handling a marine,” I warned.

“Yes, sir.”

“Okay, get a room at the Trent Hotel then come back and tell me the room number. You go back and wait, I’ll come along a few minutes later.”

“Okay, but why all the intrigue?”

“You never go into a hotel with just another guy,” I said. “The MP’s and Shore Patrol are full of homophobes.”

“Thanks again for the heads up. You’re teaching me something already.”

“You ain’t learned nothin’ yet,” I said. The sailor followed my instructions and got the room. Toby had witnessed the developments.

“Uhh…for the record, what do you want me to tell Jason if he comes in?” he asked.

“Tell him to wait. I’ll come back here before I head back to the barracks.” I said.

The kid filled out his uniform nicely. He looked nice out of it. He was small of stature but he was ripped and smooth as hell. Shit, he didn’t have one hair on his chest. His entire body was tight as a drum--including his ass. He had a butt to die for. We didn’t make love; we had sex--raw, hard sex. He wanted to learn and I was eager to teach him. His stature made him easy to handle; I could almost toss him around like a rag doll. I wasn’t brutal with him but I wasn’t gentle either. I was determined to show him everything I could from the standpoint of a man, showing him what he had to do to satisfy a man. For those couple of hours he was my slave more than I was his teacher. I taught him to suck cock, how to use his tongue to its best advantage, how to keep his lips between his teeth and my cock. He wasn’t at all hesitant about taking my cock in his mouth.

“A little more tongue,” I told him. “Yeah, give me some head…slurp it.”

He was scared to take it down his throat. “I don’t think I can take that…I don’t see how it’s gonna fit,” he said.

“It’ll fit,” I assured him. “I’ll walk you through it. Try to relax your throat muscles, breathe normal, push your tongue way up under my cock and it’ll slide right down your tongue into your throat.” He barely attempted it; he kept backing off. “Lie on your back across the bed, let your head hang over the edge of the mattress,” I said.

He assumed the position and I straddled his head and held it in my hands. I guided my cock into his mouth and sank right into his throat. He groaned in panic and tried to fight me off but I held on tight and forced my cock in to the balls. He was practically screaming before I pulled out. “Geezuss, you’re trying to kill me?”

“You took it,” I said.

“Yeah…yeah, I guess I did,” he said with a smile.

“Okay, let’s do it again.”

“Don’t force me this time. Let me take it on my own. I’ll do it.” And he did. He did a lot of choking and gagging but he mastered it and was proud as hell when he finally gulped it all the way down and his face was buried in my hair. He sucked my cock and went for my balls without being told. “Take it easy on a guy’s balls unless he tells you to get rough,” I said.

“Do you like it rough?”

“Yeah, chow down on ‘em!” I said.

He balked when I told him it was time to eat my ass, even though he said he wanted to do it. I figured the best way was to get him right into it. I stood on the bed astraddle his head and sat on his face. He was tentative at first which I expected, but squatting down over his face like that, my asshole was pretty much exposed and he went for it.

“Pull my ass open and get your tongue in there,” I told him. He was still hesitant, I think because of what he was afraid he might find, but I reached back and stretched my hole wide open and sat down hard. Forced to do it, he quickly discovered that he liked it. He moaned and tongued me, holding my butt down tight against his face.

“Yeeaaaaah, that’s it. Fuck me with your tongue,” I moaned. I had to pull my butt away from him to continue with the lessons. He really liked eating ass. He balked again at taking my load but I made him.

“I don’t think I can do that,” he said as he was stroking my cock, aimed away from his face because he thought I was getting close.

“You don’t have any choice,” I said.

“I know I’m gonna choke and gag,” he said.

“So what?”

“You’re gonna force me?” he said.

“Yeah…my way, all the way,” I reminded him. I think he didn’t mind being forced. “When I shoot off, I’m gonna have my cock down your throat. You won’t taste a thing. You’ll feel it, though. Then while I’m cumming, I’m gonna pull my cock out till I’m shooting in your mouth. You’re gonna really taste it then. You just keep sucking till I’m done cumming, but don’t swallow till I pull my cock out of your mouth.”

“Oh, Geezuss, I gotta swallow your load? I gotta eat your cum?”

“Yeah, that goes with it,” I said.

“W-what does it taste like?”

“Like cum. There’s no other way to describe it.”

He did okay, better than I expected. I gave him a mouthful and kept my cock in his mouth for a couple of minutes to force him to hold my load. Finally, I pulled out, “Okay, swallow,” I said. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath then gulped it down. I don’t think he liked it from the face he made, but he did okay.

“Goddamn, I don’t ever want to do that again!” he said.

“Yeah, you will,” I said. I showed him how to clean out good so I could fuck him. “You’re gonna be sucking my cock fresh right out of your asshole,” I said as a warning. He was an eager student but he was scared. “Is it gonna hurt?” he asked.

“I won’t lie to you. It’s gonna hurt like hell at first for about a minute,” I said.

“I don’t know if I want to do this. You’re cock is so big,” he said. “I know, I don’t have any choice,” he added.

“On your stomach is always the best way to start, because you butt muscles won’t let a guy get his cock all the way in you. On your back, he’s pretty much got control and can go in as deep as he wants. You can be in control if you get on top and ride him. On your hands and knees, he’s going to gouge your ass out.”

“Okay. Which way are you gonna do it?” he asked.

“On your stomach--I don’t want to hurt you any more than it has to. But first I wanta work you up to it.”

“How’s that?” he asked.

“Just stretch out and spread your legs and tilt your butt up, I’ll show you.” I spit in the crack of his ass and wet my finger. He jumped when I touched his hole but quickly calmed down. He winced when I shoved my finger through but relaxed again when he realized it didn’t hurt. I probed around for his love nut. I wanted him to get a taste of what it felt like so he would want something bigger than my finger.

“Ohhhh!” he gasped with surprise when I found his prostate. “Ohh…Ohhhh, goddamn! Awwww, fuck what is that?”

“That’s your prostate. Feels good, don’t it?”

“Awww, fuck yeah… Ohhhhh, if this is what it’s gonna be like getting fucked…”

“It is, once we get started,” I said. I worked him into frenzy, till he was practically begging for my cock. I positioned myself between his legs and aimed my cock between his buns but just rubbed the head up and down in the crack. “Are you ready?”

“Awww, yeah…give it to me…I want you to fuck me.”

“Don’t forget you said that,” I said. It hurt, more than he imagined it would. He muffled his scream in the pillow but held on and rode it out. He was a determined little fucker. I buried deep and held still till he got used to it. “You tell me when you’re ready,” I told him.

He didn’t tell me but I could tell the way he squirmed around under me that he was ready. I fucked him slow and easy till he told me I could fuck him harder. I fucked him on his back, and on his hands and knees to demonstrate what I’d told him. He wanted to ride my cock. I even fucked him standing up. He loved that. As I’d promised, I pulled my cock out and made him suck it. He didn’t seem to mind that either.

“Okay, I’m gonna shoot all over our face then we’re going to kiss,” I told him. “Some guys don’t like to do that, so don’t do it unless they suggest it.”

“I don’t wanna do that,” he said with a frown. “I don’t want to kiss.”

“You’ve had your tongue in my ass. You’ve had my cock down your throat, fresh out of your ass. What the hell is the big problem with kissing? Hell, it don’t matter what the problem is, we’re gonna do it anyway,” I said. I held his head firmly with my hands and told him to suck and jack me off at the same time. He cringed with anticipation. Without warning, I began blasting his face with heavy streams of thick cum. I didn’t have to hold his head; he took it like a man. He even opened his mouth but I didn’t know if it was by accident. When I was finished dripping, I tilted his face in my hands and leaned down and planted a big open-mouth kiss squarely on his mouth. He squealed and suddenly kissed me back. It made him cum.

“Yeah, right, you don’t wanta kiss,” I scoffed, laughing.

“Whew!” he said, swiping at the cum running down his face.

We showered together and he wanted to suck my cock again…and tongue my ass. I let him but we didn’t go through it all again. I gave him a load to practice on and he swallowed it without hesitation. He was learning. If there’d been an exam afterwards he would have gotten an ‘A’. I told him we would take up where we left off next me we met up at Toby’s. “What do you mean? What else is there?” he asked with disbelief.

“Next time you get to take your exam. I’m going to grade you on how well you fuck my ass.” He left dumbfounded and happy with the lessons. I left drained. Teaching takes a lot out of you. I went back to Toby’s but Jason wasn’t there. I waited around through two more beers then headed back to the barracks. The CQ told me I had a phone call.

“A guy named Jason said he would hook up with you later, but he couldn’t say when.” I knew what that meant. “Oh, and you’ve got a temporary assignment; leave at 0700 tomorrow,” he added. I got sent on temporary assignments pretty often, usually when they’d captured a guy that was too high-risk to bring to us for fear of being ambushed. It wouldn’t be so bad with both of us being gone at the same time.

Chapter Three

Jason returned before I got back to my unit. They told me he’d called and when I went to Toby’s, he told me Jason had been in. So did the guy I’d met up with just before I left; the sailor named Steve.

“Your buddy was in,” the sailor said as he came up to the bar where I was sitting.

“Okay.”

“Yeah, I, uh…I sort of made myself known.”

“Good.”

“Yeah, he was. I’m sure glad I had you to teach me the ropes and break me in. Damn, that guy is a stallion!” I turned and looked at him. “Is that hurt or jealousy or pissed I see on your face?” he said with a smirk.

“He wouldn’t like you talking like that about him,” I said. “If it’s any consolation, he was looking for you. But since you weren’t here, well, somebody had to do the job.”

I whirled around and stood off the bar stool and walked away, suddenly consumed with the emotional impact of what he’d said. The emotions he saw on my face were all there. I was hurt, I was jealous and yeah, I was pissed. I was being a first-class hypocrite, too. Hell, I’d broken the kid in, for chrissakes--taught him every-thing he knew. What right did I have to be pissed at Jason for balling the guy? Still, I was a mess for the next several days. When I was chosen again to go on temporary assignment I practically begged to get out of it. I told the sergeant I was supposed to meet a girl.

“Shit, she must be something--you’re practically kissing my ass!”

“If that’s what it takes,” I said. I think I would have gone back into the office and kissed his bare ass of I had to. I got out of it so I was there when Jason called again.

“Hey, can you get off?” he asked.

“Why, you couldn’t get hold of Steve?” I asked with sarcasm.

“What?” “The sailor--he pretty much filled me in,” I said.

“I’ll be at Toby’s. Be there if you want to,” he said gruffly and hung up. I went. Nothing could’ve kept me away. Jason was at the bar. When he saw me he held up his hand to stop Toby from getting me a beer, “Let’s go,” he said, without his usual smile.

I went outside with him. I thought he was headed for the hotel but we walked in all different directions and even passed right by the Trent twice.

“What’s this shit about this guy, Steve?” he demanded.

“You tell me,” I shot back. “There’s nothing to tell.”

“That’s not the way he tells it.”

“I should be flattered that you sound jealous but I don’t have time to deal with that. He was there, you weren’t, and you know how I am when I come back in. Just know that he didn’t mean a damn thing except getting my rocks off.”

“Somehow, I would’ve expected you to pick up a woman,” I said. “He came on to me first,” he said.

“Last time, you told him to get lost.”

“Last time I was with you,” he shot back. “I did call, you know.”

“I was on temporary assignment in Nha Trang.”

“I know. They said they didn’t know when you would get back. If you think I owe you an apology, okay. I don’t think I do but I will apologize if you want me to.”

“No.” “For your information, Steve isn’t my type.” “Oh. I didn’t realize you had a type,” I said.

“Geezusss! After all we’ve been through together you haven’t figured out my type?”

“Let me guess…anybody that’s handy?”

“Like I said, it was getting my rocks off. Hell, it could’ve just as easily been with a woman if he hadn’t come on the scene first, and you wouldn’t have had any problem with that. Shit, man, the whole thing barely lasted a half hour. And for somebody who was so hot to trot, it was hard to get him warmed up.”

“Meaning he couldn’t handle you, huh,” I said with a smirk that eased the tension more.

“No.”

“He said you fucked him.”

“Not even close,” Jason said. “I barely got the head in. He’s a wimp. He was carrying on like a little school virgin. He couldn’t take it. He ended up sucking me off and that was it. So can we reduce it to what it was? I got a blow job.”

I felt guilty as hell, treating Jason like this, burdened with the secret that I’d broken Steve in when Jason was away. “Let’s forget it. You’re back, safe and sound, and that’s all that matters to me. I’m sorry I made such a big deal out of it. I had no right to.”

“Maybe I should be flattered,” he said with a sly grin.

I stopped. “Look, before we go any farther…”

“What?” he asked.

“I had Steve, too,” I said. He looked at me with his eyes wide, surprised, and then laughed. “In fact, I broke him in. I got this cherry,” I went on. “You wouldn’t have been able to even get the head in if I hadn’t already busted his cherry.”

“You fucker,” he said, laughing, and punched me on the shoulder. I was both relieved and ashamed that he was taking it so well after the way I acted toward him. He walked on and I took up his stride. We walked several blocks in silence, the way he sometimes did. I never knew what was going on in that hand-some head when he did that. “You know you’re like a brother to me,” he said finally.

I was taken aback. It was the first time he’d expressed any such feelings about me or between us.

“You’re more than a brother to me,” I said.

“Do you want to go back to the room? You got a room didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to go there?” he asked again.

“Question is, do you?”

“Yes--very much.” I was touched by his reply and his tone. We crossed the street and headed in the direction of the hotel. I was surprised when we went right in the front door together.

“Hey, man, have there been a couple of babes in here looking for a couple of GI’s?” Jason asked the clerk to cover ourselves.

“If they were, they’re upstairs with two other guys by now,” the clerk replied.

“Fuckin’ bitches,” he swore as he went on to the stairs. In the room he closed and bolted the door then grabbed me and pulled us together. It wasn’t an embrace except to bring our bodies together. “Damn, feels like you’re glad to see me,” he said, smashing his loins against my hardon. “When did that happen?”

“When you slid the bolt,” I replied. He started to undress but I took over. It was like unwrapping a Christmas gift that you’d been aching for. I ached for him. I had to restrain myself from tearing his clothes off. “Stand right there,” I said when he was naked and I started taking off my clothes. My cock was throbbing by the time I freed it from my shorts. Jason’s cock took a minute to get hard simply because it was so big. Instead of going over to the bed, Jason sat in the chair to watch me. He slumped down and spread his legs out. He held his cock upright and it stood at rigid attention. There was precum pouring up out of the wide slit.

“Come here, have a seat,” he said.

I took some of the precum on my fingertips and used it for lube. Then I straddled him with his cock firmly planted between my butt. I worked it around to stretch my ass then finally bit the bullet, as I always did, and let my weight down on it. I let out a little gasp and tossed my head back in agony when the head popped through. Jason put his hands loosely around my hips, as if to soothe the pain he knew he was causing me. I rode down on it, and the feel of his hot meat shoving up into my body made me forget the pain.

“Awhhhhhhhhhhh,” he moaned as I sat all the way down, his cock embedded, I don’t know, somewhere up against my stomach maybe. I sat solid for a moment, squeezing his cock with my sphincter. Then I rose up to the head. I paused and his hands gripped me tighter, urging me back down. I lowered back down on it and went right back up. At the bottom I twisted my butt around in circles and bucked back and forth. “Ohh, Fuck! God, it’s good the way you do that!” he groaned.

It was good for me, too. His cock was rubbing back and forth against my prostate, already more than I could take. “I like this, you being in control,” he said.

“That surprises me. ” “It makes the anticipation greater, not knowing how you’re going to move next.”

“Now you know how I feel.” I fucked him high and low, hard and gentle. It sent him into orbit when I rose up, hesitated then dropped back down like the crystal ball in Times Square. Jason’s big hands guided me up then his grip loosened for me to fall. It about blew the top of my head off when his cock jarred my prostate. Finally, I rose up part way and stopped.

“What’s the matter?” he asked, loosening his grip on my hips.

“I’ve gotta stop for a minute, I’m getting too close.”

“So shoot it,” he said.

“No, I want you to go off, and then we can stretch out on the bed.”

“Hell, why didn’t you say so?” he said and thrust his cock up inside me. He took charge from there. I stayed standing astraddle his hips and he fucked me. My cock was spreading precum all over his chest and stomach. I hoped he didn’t mind. My chest was at the level of his face. “You’ve got great pecs, did I ever tell you that?” he said.

I trembled inside with anticipation; he was going to suck my tits and that drove me crazy; worse when he did it while he was fucking me. “Fuckers are standing up hard,” he said, then leaned in and flicked my left tit with his tongue.

“Ohh,” I gasped.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?”

“Geezuss, Yes!” I moaned again when he clamped his mouth over my pec and sucked hard on my tit. “Ohhhhh… Ohhh, Geeezussss!”

“The other side’s jealous,” he said, and trailed his mouth and his tongue across my chest to my other tit. It stood up hard and proud too.

“You’re about to get your wish,” he said as he brought me down and held me down hard and tight as he hunkered his cock up inside me. I squeezed and milked his cock with my ass. His body trembled and his muscles tightened. Then I felt his cock bolt up inside me then there was the liquid heat of his cum. I hoped the chair held up through his climax. He relaxed, finally pulling me tight against him, his cock still pulsated deep inside me. “I can feel your heart beating through your cock,” I said.

“That IS my heart beating in there. My cock IS my heart.”

“This is not going to be a pretty sight,” I said as I started to rise up. I knew my ass would be stretched open and his cum was going to come draining out.

“Wait, we’ll do it another way,” he said. He stood up with surprising ease, holding my butt in one hand and I locked my legs around him. He walked us over to the sink in the corner of the room and grabbed a towel. He tossed it out across the bed and laid me down under him. Then he pulled his cock out and lay beside me. The moments after were always a good indication of his mood. Sex was always foremost for both of us, but then he reverted to his true self. He was quiet, and relaxed. Not just physically, but emotionally as well. He needed what he got from me and he knew I would be there for him again and as long as he wanted me.

“I would love to see you in full gear, ready to go,” I said. “I would like to have some pictures of you.”

“That could be arranged. I’ll bring my gear with me next time. You bring your camera. Take all the pictures you want.”

“How about some of you out of your gear?” I asked with a mischievous grin.

“Take all the pictures you want,” he said again. He was more calm and unhurried than other times. “Turn over with your back to me,” he said. He spooned his body against mine. We lay like that for a long time, enjoying each other’s bodies. I felt his cock growing hard again and he slid it up and down the crack of my ass. Soon it found my still loose hole. He shoved it in all the way and pulled me in tight against him with one arm locked around my chest. “Let’s just lie like this for awhile, okay?” he said.

“Yes. Your cock feels good throbbing up inside me and your muscles feel good against my back.”

“I wish I could have you with me out on a patrol. We could lie like this under the stars while I wait to take my shot.”

“Somehow I think me being out there would impede the mission.”

“Being with you gets me re-charged,” he said.

“I don’t know if that should be a compliment… I get you charged up to go out and kill.” I felt him tense and he was silent. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

“It’s true. Awful as it sounds, it’s true. But I don’t consider it killing. It’s called a kill but it’s taking out the enemy, nothing more--nothing less, just like anybody else--just like you would do. You have to stay focused on that.”

“I’m terrified something will happen to you, Jason,” I said in a husky whisper.

“Don’t be. I’m the best damned shot in the company. Nothing’s going to happen to me.”

“Somewhere out there, they’ve got a best shot,” I said.

He laughed and his abs rippled against my back, “With what--a pea shooter? They gotta see you to shoot you. I’m an expert at camouflage, too. You could walk right over me and not even know I was there.”

“You’re an expert at anything you do,” I said as I took his big hand in mine and held it against my chest. He flicked my tits and squeezed them between his fingers. I traced my fingers over his. He had such big hands, with long, thick fingers that could wrap so comfortably around a bayonet, and around a man’s neck with deadly intent, or hold a rifle with such ease and deadly accuracy. He was indeed a highly trained and skilled killing machine. It was awesome to me that he could so easily turn into a skilled lover.

Chapter Four

One day about noon there was an explosion in the ally behind our building that blew out the back of the buildings on both sides of the ally and took out nearly half of our facility. I was thrown against a wall…maybe through it…didn’t remember anything till I woke up in the hospital. It was a four-bed ward but two of the beds were empty and the other guy wasn’t in the room. I had a lot of cuts and bruises, broken ribs, dislocated shoulder and a broken wrist. When Jason called my unit they simply told him I was in the hospital. Now I heard the heavy boots coming down the hall and knew instinctively that it was Jason. He was walking fast and hard. But a few steps from the door he slowed and walked in nonchalantly, chuckling under his breath.

“And you thought it was going be me,” he said.

“Don’t start.”

“Does this mean I have to go find Steve?”

“Don’t…start,” I said again.

“Hey, I just kidding, you know that. No, what I’m going to do is have the nurses turn you over on your stomach. You’re going to be here for a few days, there’s no sense letting that tight butt of yours go to waste. I think the bed will hold our combined weight.”

I swore at him.

“They have no idea how this has impeded the war effort,” he went on. “Shit, I’m not going to be able to hit a damn thing till you’re recuperated.”

“If it comes to that, go find Steve,” I said. “We can’t loose the war on account of me.”

“And we can’t win it on account of me,” he said. “But I’m not going looking for Steve.”

“I can handle it,” I said. “I know how you are.” I tried to sound light-hearted, but somehow, I was afraid Steve had become a sticking point between us.

“I’ll survive,” he said. “Just don’t spend too much time in that bed, or I’m going to be crawling in there with you.” He sat and talked for awhile; longer than I expected because I knew how Jason felt about hospitals. I could tell after awhile that he was forcing it. He didn’t want to bed there in the hospital. I punched his shoulder and told him to go down to Toby’s and have a beer. I was telling him to go find Steve without saying the words but I don’t know whether he caught that.

“Naw, I’m fine.” We talked some more, and I was happy that he seemed to be as comfortable and okay with our conversation as he was when we were having sex. “Hey, this isn’t going to get you sent on R&R, is it?” he asked.

“Would that be so bad?”

“It wouldn’t be good for the war effort, me going back to Toby’s and not finding you there.”

“It’s good to know that I’m essential to the war effort,” I said.

“You know, that’s not all that’s between us,” he said in a funny tone that I’d never heard before. “It scared me when they told me you were in the hospital. I know I’m going to meet a girl and fall in love and get married but I’m never going to forget us.”

“Just know I’ll always there, any time you need me or want me, any place, for anything.”

“That’s a pretty broad statement.”

“I meant it to be.”

“Do me a favor,” I said.

“What’s that?”

“When you do meet the lucky girl and decide to get married, let me know, would you? I want to know when to stop hoping and dreaming.”

“Let you know, hell, you’re gong to be there, as my best man.”

“I don’t know if I could do that.”

“You’ll be there, then, as a groomsman. I definitely want you at the bachelor party.”

“I guess I could handle that,” I said.

“The way I’ve pictured it in my mind, you could spend my last night of freedom with me for our own private bachelor party.”

“Talking like that, it doesn’t sound like you’re not ready to get married for a long time.”

“I will be when the time comes. But I want to hang onto this as long as I can.”

“You’ve got me for as long as you want, married or not,” I said.

“What you’re saying is you would help me cheat on my wife?”

“Absolutely--although I wouldn’t consider it cheating, with another guy.”

“Point well taken. I’ll have to give that some real hard thought. What about you, you’ll meet somebody and get married and have kids?”

“None of the above,” I said. “If I meet somebody we both know it won’t be a woman. And I can’t imagine any relationship so strong that it would exclude you if you ever needed me. Nothing’s ever going to replace this for me.” I paused for a moment then went on. “I’m going to say this…I know you don’t like to get sappy, but it has to be said this one time, and then I’ll never speak of it again. I love you, man.”

I barely got the words squeezed out and I reached out and touched his hand, just briefly …a touch…I didn’t hold it or anything.

“Fuck, man…” He looked away as if he were trying to escape my words. “That’s more than just sappy. That’s…fuck, that’s deep.”

“You can’t be surprised. You must have known,” I said.

“Maybe…maybe I knew something, but it jolted me to hear you say it,” he said. I hoped he would say something in return but he didn’t and I understood that he couldn’t. He didn’t have it in him; he just wasn’t built that way.

The other guy, my room mate, came hobbling in on crutches and we had to turn the conversation to sports and women and bitching about the army. It would be the only time Jason came to the hospital. I don’t know if he went back to Toby’s that night for a beer, or the other three nights I was in the hospital but it didn’t matter. I don’t know if he looked for Steve. I got out and was put back on duty which was fine with me. Deep down, despite the bitching, I wanted to do my part in the war. And I was good at it, getting information out of the prisoners they brought in. I think that’s why I sort of got preferential treatment. I could get a pass about anytime I wanted it. It got so lax that there were overnight passes made out with my name and signed, ready for me to pick up. The prisoners could wait and the colonel knew I would be primed to go to work on them when I got back.

I was in Toby’s keeping my vigil. After two beers I headed for the rest room. There was Steve hunkered down, back against the wall and a young soldier hunkered over him feeding him his cock. I went ballistic.

“Are you nuts?!?” I said as I grabbed the soldier’s shoulder and pulled him away. His cock jerked out of Steve’s mouth loud with a loud noise and swung around and the soldier grabbed it as if it hurt swinging like that. “You stupid fuck! The wrong guy walks in and sees that, we’ll have the MP’s or Shore Patrol crawling all over the place and there goes Toby’s Bar!”

I pulled Steve to his feet. He’d had too much to drink. I shoved him at the soldier who was trying to get his pants buttoned up over the lump of his manhood. “Get you and your soldier boy a room,” I growled.

I didn’t tell Toby about the incident. No need for him to worry since I’d taken care of it. I had another beer and talked to Toby and had another beer. I was reaching my limit. I had a nice buzz on but another beer would make me unsteady on my feet, and my mouth had a tendency to get unsteady too.

“Doesn’t look like he’s going to show,” Toby said.

“You would tell me if he was already in earlier, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, unless he asked me not to.”

“Did he? Was he?”

“No.”

I downed my beer. I’m heading back,” I said. I walked back to the compound and headed for the barracks. No sense wasting good sack time. I barely got to sleep when someone woke me.

“Hey, there’s somebody at the gate to see you. Says it’s important.”

My heart sank. God, he was hurt. Or worse! I pulled on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and socks and rushed out of the barracks, across the grass to the guard shack. I saw him standing there in full combat gear, just the way I’d wanted to see him. I was relieved he was alive but still in a panic that something was up.

“I need to talk to you,” he said.

The guard stepped out of the shack to give us privacy. “Talk,” I said.

“I couldn’t make it to Toby’s tonight. I’m being relocated temporarily.”

“Relocated where?” I asked.

“Qui Nhon. There are a couple of VC snipers up there causing a lot of mischief,” he said.

“They called you to go all the way to Qui Nhon? Okay, I guess they wanted the best.” He was like a bionic man--like steel. There was no hint of a thought that he might be the one taken out. “How long?” I asked.

“I don’t know--till the job’s done. It can take days even weeks just to set it up. They’re good. Their guys haven’t been able to take them out. We leave at 0700 hours. Can you get out tonight?” “Yes. Just give me a minute to…oh, shit, I tore up my pass!” I stuck my head out of the shack. “What time do you go off duty?” I asked the guard.

“0700 hours,” he replied.

“You know I had a pass, you saw me tear it up. Will you let me out and back in? My brother’s being relocated and we’d like to spend some time together before he leaves in the morning.”

“Sure, but that’s not going to clear you if you get stopped by the MP’s or Shore Patrol,” the guard said.

“We’ll dodge them,” Jason said.

“If you don’t, tell them to call the guard shack. I’ll try to cover for you. I doubt they’re going to stop a Seal in full combat gear except to kiss his boots.”

I ran back to get dressed. Luckily I’d already showered. When I got back to the gate Jason and the guard were talking and laughing like old friends. “Hey, we owe you big time,” Jason told the guard as he left.

“Forget it.”

We took off down the street. “Do you want to get a room?” I asked.

“Yes. Do you think we can?”

We went up and down side streets and ducked in and out of alleys to get to the Trent Hotel without being seen. The desk clerk eyed Jason with suspicion, and with good cause, him being in full battle dress. “What’s going on?” he asked, indicating Jason in full combat uniform.

“I just got back in and I had them drop me off in town,” Jason said. It seemed to satisfy the man. We went upstairs. Inside Jason closed the door and bolted it and took off his helmet.