This is based on a true story; one I wrote at the request of a young man who read some of my stories and asked if I might write his. I asked for and was given some literary license in enhancing some of the dialogue and expanding some of the events and situations. Names and places have been changed and the story has been embellished further by me to protect identities. Some readers may identify with or even recognize themselves in some of the characters. Others will be left to wonder. We will leave it at that. (The author)

Chapter One

(Start of School)

I started high school at a private all-boys school in the suburbs of Indianapolis, Indiana. It was conveniently close to my home. The name of the school is not important. During the summer before school started I received an information packet in the mail with a personality test, and a questionnaire that had to be filled out and mailed back in. It had questions like, what sports do you play; what activities do you want to be involved in; what subject do you consider your best: what subject do you struggle with the most; what do you do outside of school. The guys who were going to be juniors that year had to fill out a similar form before they got out of school for the summer. The school matched us up based on our answers to someone they thought would be a good mentor and role model for us. It was called the Big Brother program, designed to help freshman become accustomed to high school life, both socially and academically. Each junior boy was given a list of three freshmen that the school thought would be a good match and then the junior would pick his "little brother" from the list.

School started on a Monday in late August; I was fourteen. The Friday before we officially started was the first school social function; the freshman sleepover with the juniors, where all of the freshman could meet each other and tour the school and find out where all of our classes were, and lockers and such. It began early in the evening on Friday and went until Saturday afternoon. We brought sleeping bags and an extra change of clothes.

We were all dropped off at school and went into the gym, where we were put into groups, alphabetically, of around twelve or so in each group. We were given school T-shirts and learned some school cheers and after a while we just got to hang out and throw the football around, run around, talk and that kind of stuff.

Around nine that night we were all supposed to shower then go to one of the rooms, still in our groups, and chill out and get acquainted, watch movies and then go to bed. The showers were interesting that night, with all of those freshmen in the locker room, really hesitant about getting naked in front of the juniors. But of course we had to. I was as nervous as anyone. I was in very good shape for a fourteen year old, already filling out, but with two years that the juniors had on us, there was a marked difference between them and us. I didn't linger in the shower--none of us did--and I dried off pretty fast in the locker room and quickly put on a T-shirt and shorts, hopefully without acting like a scared kid. We went back to the assigned rooms and all got in our sleeping bags, and things got pretty quiet.

Then in the middle of the night--it was probably about two in the morning--we were "kidnapped" by the juniors. In the dark, they came around to our sleeping bags and grabbed us and held us down and gagged and blindfolded us and tied our hands behind our backs. They took off our T-shirts, if we still had them on, stripping us down to our underwear. We didn't know what the hell was going on. Nobody had said anything about an initiation or a hazing, and I wondered if the school knew about it.

They took us all into the gym first and did the hazing thing to us, like trust things... turning us around in circles to get us disoriented then making us climb steps to a platform and telling us that we were high up and we had to jump to show our trust that our upper classmates would catch us. It seemed kinda like a frat thing, and I wasn't so worried about it. But then they led us out of the gym, still bound and blindfolded. I sensed that they were taking us into the woods that I'd seen behind school. Quite a ways into the woods they stopped and turned us around in circles to make us disoriented.

"Okay, we're going to leave you here while we go talk it over and decide which of you, if any, are worthy of being part of our circles of friends," one of them told us. "We will return with our decision in due time. Do not--I repeat--do not attempt to leave the woods. There is a road on one side where you could walk out and get hit by traffic, there are residences on one side, and there is a lake. If you drop off in the lake, we won't know it, and you will drown."

That was it. It was pretty ominous. It scared the hell out of us. They didn't say how they would arrive at their decision or what would happen to us if they deemed us unworthy. And they didn't say where they were going to talk over and ponder their decision or how long they would be. We were left literally in the dark, and we had no idea how long they would leave us there. So there we were, in the woods in the wee hours of the morning, blindfolded, bound and gagged, wearing nothing but our shorts, awaiting our fate. Of course, we couldn't communicate, although some tried; I could hear the soft noises of guys shuffling around and trying to communicate through the gags, which was useless. Of course we were afraid to move or try to leave the woods. At least I was, and it turned out so was everybody else. We wouldn't have been able to see where we were going. We had no idea how long they would leave us there.

I moved around till I found a tree and squatted down against it. I waited there for a long time, in just my boxers, wondering when the juniors would come back, or if they would. After a while, I began to wonder if they had gone back to the gym, to leave us there and not come back for us, and just let somebody discover us. Not knowing where we were in the woods; it was possible that in the light of day, we could be seen by people driving past the school. After a while--what seemed like a couple of hours--I heard someone coming; no voices, just the movement, then I felt hands on me, bringing me to my feet. The person got behind me and guided me by my shoulder for a short distance; I couldn't tell which direction, and couldn't really gauge how far. We stopped and he removed the gag but left my hands tied and the blindfold on.

"Okay, this is the final test," he said. "I want you to strip down and do as I tell you and guide you. Do you trust me?" asked the very masculine voice.

"Yes," I said. "But how am I supposed to take my shorts off?"

"Yes, of course," he said.

Next thing I knew, there was a pair of hands pulling my shorts down. He was down on his knees because he lifted my feet to take my shorts off of me. I heard him mutter something like, "Geezusss!" when he pulled them down, and I got a little chill when he brushed a hand or arm against my thighs and actually touched my cock. Then he stood up and guided me to keep walking forward, his strong grip on my shoulder holding me well out in front of him. We walked for several yards when suddenly I took a step and there was nothing there! I lost my balance and I knew I had stepped off the cliff and I was falling into the lake! It was a short fall, but with my hands tied, and blindfolded, and not expecting it, it was scary as shit. I yelled and swore something like, "Oh, Shit! or "Fuck!" and I could hear other guys yelling and swearing for those few seconds before we hit the water. I hit the water feet first and went under.

Now it was more than scary; it was frightening. The water was cold and deep and having gone in feet first, I plunged down quite a ways. I could hear the splashing of others jumping in all around me. I was an expert swimmer but I'd never swum bound and blindfolded and I was about to panic. Stay calm, I told myself, stay calm, they're not gonna let you drown. But accidents happened all the time at these hazing things. My legs were free so I immediately started trying to push upward. It was difficult without the use of my arms, and there was still the damned blindfold that had a psychological effect. I suddenly felt the impact of someone jumping in very close to me. I could not know it was my rescuer till I felt a strong, muscular arm around me, and then I was suddenly being propelled upward by his strength

We broke the surface and I gushed out, "Fuucckkk!" and sucked in precious air to fill my aching lungs. My rescuer laughed. He still had that powerful arm around me and with his other hand he was taking off the blindfold. His body was warm against mine and I could feel his muscles rippling as we tread water together. I could also feel that he was naked.

"Congrats Li'l Bro, you passed." I thought I recognized the voice as he was removing the blindfold. I remembered having briefly talked to a boy named David at some point throughout the evening. It wasn't a long conversation but I remembered him because he looked like such a stud. Then suddenly it hit me with a force....Ohh, Godd, the guy had chosen me as his little brother! The blindfold was off and I was looking into one of the most handsome faces I'd ever seen.

"I'm David, and I'm your big brother," he said.

"Hi. I'm......"

"I know who you are. Jon," he said, smiling. "Let's get your hands free so I don't have to carry you out of here."

He untied my arms and we swam to the shore and came out of the lake. He grabbed a couple of towels from the pile and tossed one to me.

"The water wasn't too cold, was it?" he asked, still laughing over my ordeal.

"It wasn't exactly a steam bath," I said, trying to keep my teeth from chattering.

"You handled yourself well," he said.

"Another thirty seconds and you wouldn't be saying that," I said.

"Yeah, it's scary. I remember when they did it to me." He grabbed up another towel, took the damp one from me and wrapped the dry one around me. I still couldn't get the shakes under control, but I realized that it wasn't caused from the chill of the night air as much as from the excitement I was feeling from being so up close and personal with this guy. Godd, he was good looking, and built! If there was any fat on him, I couldn't see in the dim of the night. I was just glad it was dark enough that he couldn't notice the way I was watching his muscles ripple as he moved.

Somebody had gathered up all our underwear and it was laying in a pile. Guys were going through it, tossing stuff aside, trying to find their own. The Big Brothers' underwear was in a separate pile and David found his shorts and put them on. They were white briefs--very brief--and I paused from looking for mine to discreetly watch him pull the tiny garment up his muscular thighs and unceremoniously lift and place his manhood down inside. I couldn't help noticing again how really well built he was, and how attractive, although I didn't think too much of it at the time, or thought I didn't, because I had never noticed a guy "that way" before. I was surprised when he started helping me look for my shorts. He picked up two or three pair, showed them to me, but they weren't mine.

"Here. I think this is yours," he said.

I was even more surprised that he recognized my shorts, even though he had been the one to take them off of me. I noticed how he stood right there and watched me put them on, as if he were waiting to give me his nod of approval.

"Come on, we're heading back," he said.

Walking back to the school, I saw how close we really were to the road. It would've been entirely possible that we might have walked into traffic had we tried to venture out of the woods blindfolded. Back in the classrooms we crawled back in our sleeping bags but stayed up talking about the initiation and how scary it was. David sat beside me, cross-legged. I asked him if there had ever been an accident from walking kids off into the lake. He said no, not that he knew of. We talked about his family, and mine, what we liked to do in our free time and what classes we would both be taking, the sports program....generally getting better acquainted as brothers. He was so cool. He even went to get his sleeping bag and laid it next to mine. But no one slept the rest of the night. I didn't have a real brother, and with big David lying right beside me, I was starting to feel the closeness of having one. It was a safe feeling, like nothing could hurt me if he was there.

The next morning, barely a few hours away, we got dressed and went for a light breakfast in the cafeteria, then our big brothers took us around school and showed us our classrooms, and the gym, the pool and the locker room. We were separated for freshman orientation and David said he would meet me back there to take me to lunch.

"What'd you do last night?" one of my classmates asked under his breath as three of us we were walking down the hall to the assembly room.

"We laid awake and talked," I said.

"You're lucky. You know what my big brother made me do?"


"He made me jack him off."

"What!" I said, surprised, but instantly excited.

"I had to crawl in my big brother's sleeping bag with him, both of us naked," the other boy said. "First time I ever slept naked with another guy."

"I'll bet you didn't get much sleep," the other boy said, laughing.

"I sure didn't. He dry fucked me."

"What do you mean, he dry fucked you?" I asked. I didn't know what that meant.

"You know....he put his cock between my legs from behind and fucked my thighs. Made a real mess in the sleeping bag when he shot off."

They both looked at me.

"You and your big brother just laid awake and talked?"

"That's it," I said. "He didn't make me do anything like that." I almost added that I wished he had, and that surprised me that I even had that thought. I had to wonder if things had gone even farther with the other two guys but they weren't telling me. I was somewhat jealous of them.

Later, after orientation, David met me just outside the door and took me out for lunch. Then he took me home. When he let me out at my house he told me he would meet me at my locker at 7:30 on Monday.

I thought David was the coolest guy I'd ever met, but there was something more to it; something I didn't quite understand. For the rest of the weekend I kept thinking about his naked body, my mind's eye even dropping to his big, meaty cock. That really confused me because I had never thought of a guy like that before. He was a starter on the football team and he was so well built and he moved with the easy grace of an athlete....he was just a great guy....a sexy guy, and I'd never thought of guys as being sexy before. He was about 5'11", dark hair and eyes, smooth, muscular....shit, he could be the poster boy for GI Joe. I found myself thinking he was just plain hot! It was very confusing, and a little frightening

Chapter Two

(Naked In The Pool)

On Monday he was waiting for me at my locker. He looked at his watch, smiling, as I approached.

"Am I late?" I asked.


We chatted for a bit, mostly about the sleepover, then he took me to my first class. I wanted to ask him about what the other guys had told me about their big brothers, but didn't think I better.

"You got your class schedule? You remember where all your classrooms are?" he asked.

"Yes, I think so," I said.

"See you at lunch, then. You remember where the cafeteria is, don't you?"

"Yeah," I said.

He clasped me on the shoulder and turned and walked away, but not before I grabbed a quick glance at the front of his jeans; then the back. I stood at the door of the classroom just watching him till somebody brushed against me to go in; watching the slight swagger of his broad shoulders and his legs swinging out with each step that reminded me of a horse walking, and his butt....Geezusss, why was I noticing a guy's butt? I didn't know, but I couldn't wait for the morning to pass so I could see him again.

As it turned out, I did see him twice more between classes with some of his friends. It was only a glimpse but he saw me and winked and waved. I was so impressed that he acknowledged me in front of his friends.

The morning dragged on, slow as molasses in January, but it was finally time for lunch. I was so happy to see him waiting on me near the cafeteria door. He was laughing and joking with other students going in, but his face seemed to light up when he saw me.

"So, how're you doing?" he asked with a big smile, like he genuinely cared about me. He led the way into the cafeteria and we got in line. It was hard for us to talk because we kept being interrupted by other kids speaking to him. When we had our food he led the way to a table in the back, near a window where there were some other freshmen and their big brothers.

"David, you don't have to eat with me, if you would rather sit with your friends," I told him quietly.

He turned and scowled at me. "I know I don't. I choose to," he said.

"Oh. All right."

We sat with a few other freshmen and their big bros, all of them David's friends, and by the time that first lunch was over, it was like the eight of us kinda became this tight group. We even called ourselves "the crew" coming from something one of them said. Maybe it was kind of stupid, but hey, we were fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen years old. I saw David after my next class and he reminded me that PE class was coming up.

"You did bring your PE clothes, didn't you?" he asked.

"Yeah, I think I got everything," I said.

"Cause I can loan you a jockstrap if you don't have one," he said, laughing, as he punched me playfully on the shoulder. It was a light punch, for him, but it sort of hurt. I didn't think he knew how strong he was. We parted and I thought how neat it was that he offered to loan me one of his jockstraps. I wished I'd said I didn't bring one; I wondered if he really would've loaned me one....and if it was washed.

I wasn't so nervous this time about being in the locker room with all of the upperclassmen because I felt I had a friend in David. He was as friendly with me as he was with his friends. I was fearfully discreet about catching glimpses of the older guys naked, but they were mostly directed at David. I didn't think he noticed. We dressed in shorts and T-shirts to play tag football. David filled out a T-shirt like nobody I'd ever seen. He wasn't too shabby in his shorts either. Friendly as he was, he showed no mercy on the field. We ended up on opposite teams and even though it was tag football, there was some friendly rough tackling and he brought me down more than once. I wasn't a football player, but I didn't mind being tackled by him. His muscular weight felt good on top of me, and it seemed to me that he took his sweet time about getting up.

"I thought this was supposed to be tag football," I said once when he had me pinned to the ground.

"Depends on your definition of tag," he said, laughing. He seemed to give his hips a little thrust against my butt as he shoved himself up. I was waiting for him to help me up but he didn't. He just walked away.

Despite the mild weather, we worked up a sweat and the coach barked that everyone had to shower, and he reminded us that signups for any of the sports teams would be right after school. I didn't see why anybody wouldn't shower; who would want to go to last class smelling like a horse?

After last class, I headed down to the gym to sign up for the swim team. I didn't know how I managed to be the last one there but I was. The swim coach, Alex, was one of the assistant coaches, a tall, lean, well-put-together college swimmer.

"Let's go see what you've got," he said when I handed him the papers.

"Now? I didn't bring a swim suit," I said.

"That's okay, take off your shoes and socks and T-shirt and jump in the pool," he said.

As I pulled off my shoes and socks, I noticed David standing a few yards away, coming toward me. As I pulled off my T-shirt, he was there to take it.

"Do what he said; show him what you've got," he said quietly.

I turned to the young coach. "Do you want me to dive?"

"Can you dive?" he asked.


"Then dive for me," he said.

I was a pretty good diver, and I thought I could impress him. I never gave it a thought as I took my stance on the board that I didn't have my diving suit never occurred to me till I was slicing in to the water and I felt my shorts coming off!

"Fuck!" I muttered silently. I reached for them but they were down around my ankles, hindering my ability to kick. Suddenly I felt the impact of someone else diving in the pool then my shorts were being pulled off of my feet and I was swimming in my jockstrap. I shot to the surface to see David treading water, laughing, holding up my gym shorts. The other guys were laughing their asses off.

"You lost something, dude," he said.

I was embarrassed to shit. I reached for my shorts but he kept them from me.

"Too late, everybody's already seen your tight ass," he said.

"Good dive," the coach told me as I climbed out of the pool. "Can't say as much about your swimming," he added jokingly. I knew I'd done better than he was saying.

David was still laughing when he gave me my shorts. "You'll do better in your Speedos."

I went to the locker room. That afternoon when I was walking home from school, I was a happy kid, and despite the embarrassment, I was happy that David had showed me the attention.

When practices started, David had football after school and I had swimming. But it wasn't like we went our separate ways. He stuck with me, I thought above and beyond the duties of a big brother. I wanted to think we were becoming friends, although a real friendship between a junior and a freshman would be unusual. But David seemed comfortable being in my company. He came to my practices when he could and I went to his football practices. I loved seeing him in his tight pants, and being able to see the straps of his jockstrap through the thin material. He proved his friendship big time when he told me he was coming to one of my swim meets. I always went to his games, but everybody did; for him to come to a swim meet, that was a little more personal. He really was the best big brother any guy could have; to me, he was like my real brother.

As time went on, we would go to parties together and "the crew" had lunch together almost every day. I thought I was probably included partly because of my swimming ability.

As it turned out, my embarrassing moment in the pool needn't have been all that embarrassing after all. Alex, the coach, was a farm boy and he talked about going skinny dipping in the creek when he was a boy. One day after practice we were all getting out of the pool and out of the blue, he asked, "Anybody for skinny dipping?"

We all looked at him--he was standing there with a mischievous grin with his thumbs in the waist of his shorts, like he was ready to shove them down--and one of the guys said, "Are you serious, coach?"

"If you guys have got the balls," he said, laughing.

We had the balls. He didn't take his shorts off like I thought he was going to but the rest of us started taking off our suits. About that time the football team was coming in from practice and they all stopped and looked at us and somebody said, "What the hell....." when they saw us taking off our swim suits and jumping in the pool naked.

One of the players asked Alex if they could join us. He told them they would have to ask their football coach. They converged on him like a mob.

"Okay, but shower first, they don't want all that sweat and grime in the pool," he told them.

There was a lot of whooping and hollering amid the loud clatter of football cleats as the football team headed for the locker room and the showers. All I could think was, "Oh, My Godd, he's going to get in the pool naked!" I was so excited, I was afraid I would get a hardon. Minutes later the football players came out of the locker room and began diving in the pool. They were a beautiful sight--so was the swimming team, for that matter--but I had eyes for only one player. I was almost breathless when David came out, muscles rippling as he walked, his big cock swinging majestically, long and meaty and fluffed up from the warm shower. I drank in the sight of him, his stomach muscles rippling, and the muscles of his thighs leaping with each step. He was absolute perfection on the move.

Someone said something to him and he turned around and I got a good look at his firm bubble butt. It wasn't intentional that he was showing off for me but just the way he stood, his butt muscles were flexed beautifully. I'd seen him in the locker room but this was different. I felt my chest tighten up as he dove in and swam right toward me. He surfaced and came up right in front of me. I was so impressed and happy that he had chosen me for his attention in front of all his friends.

"Hey, Little Bro, this remind you of something?" he said with his sexy smile.

I was like numb and dumb, so close up, face to face with him, and he was so damned handsome I felt weak, and I couldn't even speak. I was suddenly frightened of my feelings and I quickly dove under and swam away from him. I felt his hand try to grab my foot but I easily out distanced him. I came up at the far end of the pool and spread my arms across the edge. He came up seconds later.

"Show off," he said.

"You weren't that far behind me. Not bad for a football player," I said.

"I think you could do that with your hands tied behind your back," he said, laughing.

"And blindfolded," I added. Yeah, it did remind me of something when David dove into the pool, only this time I was dealing with stronger feelings that I didn't understand.

Fortunately, the pool was full of naked athletes, all horsing around, and David and I were quickly pulled into it so my attention was diverted away from just him. It was a great time; Coach Alex gave us about a half hour before he blew his whistle and told us we had to get out.

When we were getting out, grabbing up towels that the coach had stacked out at the edge of the pool, David grabbed one, tossed it to me, then took another one and started drying off. Again, I was hard pressed not to gape at his bulging, rippling muscles.

"You know, we could do this at my house, we've got a pool," he said. "You'll have to come over sometime, get in some private practice."

"Thanks, I would like that," I said. "Are you talking, like this?" I asked, with a motion to our nakedness.

"Sure, if there's nobody home," he said.

Fuck, I had to get dressed before I got a hardon!

That evening I went up to bed early. David was still on my mind. I admit, unashamedly, that I jacked off with images of him in my head. Afterwards, confusion reigned till I finally was able to go to sleep.

Chapter Three

(Hanging Out Together)

David and I started going places together, just the two of us, like to the movies, or out to get a hamburger. I still couldn't believe that a studly junior like David would want to hang out with a lowly freshman, even though he was my Big Brother. I was feeling rather smug about it, thinking that there must be something about me that he liked. I was excited when he invited me to his house to meet his parents. He seemed like he was showing me off or something. The second time he invited me over his parents were gone and we went skinny dipping in his pool, just like he said we could. I was a little scared when he suggested it, afraid I would bone up with just the two of us alone, but I couldn't say no. I looked all around as he took me out back.

"Don't worry, it's completely private," he said, with a wave of his muscular arm toward the perimeter of the yard. He laughed softly. "Hell, I think my parents go skinny dipping when I'm not around; my dad's hinted at it." With that he started taking off his clothes. I had no choice but to follow suit. He must have sensed my uneasiness. He got really good at that.

"Look, if you would rather, I can get you a swimsuit, or we can go in in our shorts," he said.

"No, I'm game for it," I said bravely.

"I thought you should be, after we all went in naked at school," he said.

He didn't understand that it was a lot different for me, being naked with him alone. Watching him strip naked at the edge of the pool, I was scared to death that I would get a hardon. My fears mounted, seeing him take off his shorts, revealing his magnificent manhood. I was even more scared, how the fuck would I explain getting a hardon? But, again, almost as if he could sense it, he put me completely at ease; he started talking about something as he watched me strip down--with keen interest, I thought--then when I was naked, he challenged me to a race, which I thought was part of his diversion too. I was so relieved. We dove in together and I was half way across the pool before I even started stroking. As I reached the end of the pool and turned around, David was coming up right beside me.

"How the fuck do you do that? You go through the water like a torpedo," he said.

"I don't know. It's a natural talent," I said. "Just like your natural talent for football."

"Yeah, I'll bet you've got a lot of natural talents you haven't unleashed yet," he said.

I wondered what he meant by that, if anything. Probably nothing; I was being paranoid. "You've got more bulk to power through the water than I have," I said.

"Yeah, but I've got more muscle to power that bulk, and you still left me in your wake," he said.

"Not that far in my wake, you came right up behind me," I said.

"Wanta have another go at it?" he asked.

"Sure, but I'll beat you again," I said cockily. And I did, by more than the first time.

"You're a fuckin' showoff," he said, laughing as we reached the other end of the pool.

"No, I'm a swimmer, you're a football player," I said. "You pounded my ass into the ground in PE the other day."

"It's gonna get pounded even harder next time; I'll be getting my revenge for showing me up today," he said.

"You don't need revenge, there was no one around to see us," I said.

"Yeah....I know. It's a matter of personal honor," he said with a tight grin.

There was a funny tone to his voice. Paranoid again? Or was there a double meaning in his remarks, and something in his stone? But nothing happened that day; I didn't even get hard. It was like just being with him was enough; anything--whatever that might be--else could wait.

I returned the invitation and invited David to my house. I tried to keep from appearing that I was showing him off, but I was. I wanted to invite him to spend the night but I was afraid to ask him. I didn't think he would be up to spending that much time with me, a freshman. He did still have his own friends that he ran around with, without me. And there were these weird feelings creeping into my head and I was afraid he might sense something and think there was something funny about me asking him to spend the night, especially since he knew from being in my room that we would have to sleep in the same bed.

I wouldn't see him over Thanksgiving because his family was going to their lake house in Northern Indiana. I tried to hide my disappointment but I guess it showed through.

"Hey, we're not going there over Christmas, so we can spend some of Christmas break together," he said.

So over Christmas, six of us guys from "the crew" went camping. We called it a freeze-out because it was so damned cold. We hiked, and had to chop wood to keep a fire going, generally had a great time. We all did sleep naked, but in separate sleeping bags, so nothing sexually happened. But just being in the tent with five other guys, knowing they were all naked, was sexual in itself for me. I found myself wishing that it was just me and David, but he made it special in his own way. He told one of the other guys to move his sleeping bag then he moved his sleeping bag next to mine; said we had things to talk about. I was so damned happy.

With Christmas approaching, I pondered whether to buy him something. If he didn't get me anything, he might be embarrassed. Finally, I did; and if he didn't get me anything--I wasn't expecting that he would--I would just say I bought him a gift in appreciation for being my big brother. A couple of days before Christmas he called and asked me if I could come over. He sounded mysterious. He fixed me a drink when I arrived--eggnog with rum or something in it--then he took me in the living room and, all smiles, he took a package from under their tree and handed it to me.

"Merry Christmas, Li'l Bro."

I was so touched that I almost teared up. He kept smiling as I unwrapped it. It was a new tennis racket. He had gone to the trouble of wrapping it in such a way that I couldn't recognize what it was. I was so impressed that he even remembered I played tennis.

"I didn't know anything about tennis so I asked one of the other guys to help me pick it out," he said. "I hope it's the right kind."

"It's perfect," I said, smiling, as I took the small wrapped package out of my shirt pocket.

"You didn't have to do this," he said when I handed it to him.

"You didn't have to do this," I said, of the tennis racket.

He was obviously surprised that I'd gotten him a gift. "Well, they say great things come in small packages," he said as he unwrapped it, and the strangest thing....when he said that, he gave me a once-over look, looking me up and down like he was inspecting me or something. It gave me chills.

"Damn!" he exclaimed when he opened the envelope. "Cardinals tickets!"

"They're the best seats I could get. I hope you don't already have them," I said.

"No. Mann, you couldn't have gotten me anything better. Thanks."

"Thanks for the tennis racket. I can't wait to try it out."

"I can't wait to watch you," he said. "Meanwhile, let's get a refill and go to my room."

He concocted two more eggnogs and we went to his room. There was nothing special about it; we just lay on his bed and talked about stuff; but that was special enough to me.

After Christmas I started tennis and being off-season, the football team continued to work out. I had just come into the locker room from the tennis court one day when David asked me if I wanted to work out with him. I was surprised, because I figured the football players would be teamed up with each other as workout partners, and I thought a tennis player in their midst might be a pain in the ass. But maybe David was asking just that one time.

"Sure, if you don't think I would be in your way," I said.

He laughed and scowled. "How would you be in my way?"

"Well, you lift a lot heavier weights than I do."


There were a few others in the weight room besides the football players but they sorta stayed to themselves. I managed to keep my tongue from hanging out when David peeled off his shirt to work out bare-chested. The other guys were pretty impressive too, but damn, he had muscles that just wouldn't quit, and I had to tear my eyes away from the treasure trail that started just above his navel and plunged down into his shorts. I didn't have that yet. He said he would be working legs since he thought that's what I would be working on.

"I know you tennis players have got to have strong legs," he said. Then as he was putting plates on the squat rack he asked, "How much do you squat?"

I looked at the weight already on the bar. "That's enough for me, for starters."

He spotted me with words of encouragement as I did a set, then he added several plates to do his set and I spotted him. It was a wonderful opportunity to look at his bulging muscles without anybody thinking anything about it. I had to watch him closely to be prepared to assist. When he was done he removed the heavier plates but added a couple of lighter ones for me.

When we were done with squats he took me over to the leg machine. He positioned the back of the seat and patted it for me to take my place. I sat down and put my feet under the pads and David set the weight. I brought my feet up, my thigh muscles bulging mightily. I loved the leg machine for that reason; sitting down, it caused your thigh muscles to spread out and look bigger. David squatted down beside the machine, as if to observe the action up close.

"You've got great thighs," he said. "Better than a lot of the football players. Really big for a swimmer. Looks like they would slow you down, they're so heavily muscled."

"No, they propel me through the water," I said.

Then he did the damndest thing; he reached over and shoved the legs of my shorts up higher to reveal more of my thighs. "You should wear shorter shorts so you can see the muscles working," he said.

I struggled through the final reps then got up so David could have his turn. He sat down and adjusted the weight, heavier of course. With a deep breath he thrust his feet upward, extending his legs straight. His thighs bulged. He held it for a few seconds then let it down slowly. The muscles rippled beautifully under the strain. I had the most awful urge to lean down and kiss them. I did do the next best thing.

"Damn, you've got legs that could move a tank," I said as I reached down and tugged the legs of his shorts even higher, and gave his thigh muscles a hard, quick squeeze.

He smiled and muttered "thanks" through the grimace of another rep.

It was a good workout, and it was like we were the only two in the gym. Nobody bothered us, and David concentrated on me. Of course, I concentrated on him as well. When we were done and going back to the locker room he asked me if I wanted to start working out with him on a regular basis, like training partners. I must've looked at him funny.

"What, you don't want to?" he asked.

"Oh, no, no, that would be great," I said. "I thought you were asking me to work out with you just this one time."

"Naw, full time if we can arrange it."

So when he didn't have practice and I was finished with tennis he stared training me in the weight room. He would always use heavier weights, but he never put me down because I couldn't lift what he did. He said I shouldn't be in competition with him or anyone else, only myself, especially as a swimmer and tennis player. Over time--a surprisingly short time--I did get a lot bigger because of his training, and David was proud of that. He helped get me stronger, which helped mostly for swimming, but also for tennis. He really worked my legs and shoulders; said he thought I needed good shoulders for swimming, and you needed powerful legs for just about everything. And he added with a grin, "And doing squats builds up your glutes, too. And a tight butt attracts the girls."

I think I blushed.

"But you already had a tight butt when I met you," he joked, punching me playfully.

I couldn't believe he was saying that.

One day he was spotting me on the bench press and he was so close to my head that I could see up his shorts and I almost dropped the bar because I was so turned on. That was when I really started noticing him sexually; or the first time I admitted it to myself.

It was about this time that I had a growth spurt that I'd heard happened to boys around fifteen. Only I didn't shoot up to be six-four and skinny. I did get taller but mostly I grew "out." My shoulders got wider, my chest broader and thicker and my thighs got even more muscular. I have to say I didn't look much like most gangly fifteen-year-olds.

Chapter Four

(My Parents' Divorce)

Shortly after I turned fifteen, my parents got divorced. That was when David really took care of me and helped me through it. He supported me and was there for me any time I needed him. I didn't even have to ask; he sensed when I was down and needed him. He was always checking to see if I was okay. Looking back, I think he was the only way I got through it. My mother got custody because that's what I wanted. Not that I didn't love my father but he was moving to another state and I wanted to continue going to my school. If it'd been the other way around, I would've asked that he have custody.

It was around that time that the little flirtations started with David and me. Something would happen like, I would say I needed to work my glutes and he would just say, "Oh no, they look perfect," and he would grab my ass and say, "Yeah, feels perfect, too."

"You said I had a perfect butt when you first met me," I joked.

"No, I said you had a tight butt. Now it's perfect," he said.

"I wasn't aware that you noticed," I kidded him.

Or I would try to punch him and he was so solid I would say, "Damn, it's like punching marble," as I would grope and squeeze his pecs. Or when we wrestled around, I would try to shove him and he was immovable and we would laugh at my futile efforts. It was all dumb little things, and maybe not flirtations at all, but they seemed a little out of the ordinary for two guys to be doing and saying to each other.

Outside of school we were doing things like going to baseball games, playing soccer at the park with other guys from the crew, and going out on double dates with girls, things like that, that guys do. I was a little surprised when he suggested that first time that we double. I knew he dated several girls, but I hadn't dated one so far. In the first place, I didn't have a car, or access to one. One day we were at my locker and he just told me to get a date, we were going to a movie.

"I don't know who to ask," I said, rather shyly. What I was really saying was, I didn't know who would go out with me.

"Are you kidding?" he said, laughing. "Ask any girl who's seen you in that tiny little Speedo suit you wear in the pool."

I really did blush that time.

He leaned in closer and said in a quieter tone, "They've all seen how you practically bust out of that thing. Trust me, you won't have any trouble getting a date. Do you want me to give you a list of the girls who are interested in you?"

"How do you know what girls are interested in me?"

"Grapevine, and simple observation," he said. "I notice the girls who turn around and look when they pass you in the hall."

"What?" I laughed out loud.

"Hey, I told you your tight butt attracts girls," he said, laughing.

I finally worked up the courage to ask a girl; not from David's list, I wanted to do it on my own. I had to get a date or miss the chance of doubling with David. I thought I might have to ask more than one but the very first one I asked accepted. So we went on our first double date. David drove, of course; he said so I could make out in the back seat. I did--I thought he would be watching in the rear view mirror--and it was a lot easier than I had imagined. She didn't come even close to resisting any of my advances. Actually, it was only kissing and some groping and some moaning, but it was more than I'd ever done with a girl, and David was impressed.

David had an on-and-off girlfriend throughout his junior year, and as a result of that double date, so did I. It was the natural thing to do even though I was beginning to see David in a different light, and even having thoughts about him. I dated a couple more girls but I always went back to Madele. We just seemed to hit it off. She actually told me she liked my butt in a pair of tight jeans and how I looked in my Speedo.

I laughed. "David said girls like guys with tight butts," I said.

"David would be right about that," she said. "And you're not too shabby in that Speedo," she added.

I laughed again. "David said girls noticed that too."

"You and David are pretty tight, aren't you?" she said.

I froze up a little inside. What did she mean by that? Did she suspect something? "He chose me for his little brother, and he's been there for me, through my parents' divorce," I said.

David asked me if Madele and I were getting serious. I told him no, sounding a little incredulous; I said we were both too young to get serious.

"No, I mean physically serious," he said. "I mean, do you need to start carrying a couple of condoms. I've got some in my locker if you need 'em."

"You keep condoms in your locker?" I asked, surprised.

"I can't keep them at home, and sometimes my dad drives my Jeep so I can't keep them there. Just let me know, dude."

He didn't wait for me to let him know. He came up to me at my locker one day and pulled out a strip of three condoms to show me then he put them in the top of my locker.

"You and Madele are getting pretty tight. You need to have these handy, just in case," he said. He leaned in closer and said in a low voice, "Dude, from what I'm hearing, if you don't get in her pants soon, she's gonna be getting in yours."

It was a weirdly good feeling, having David think I was stud enough to need condoms.

Chapter Five

(My First Blow Job)

As turned out, I didn't use the condoms. My first real sex was a blowjob; from Madele.

David had dropped us off at her house from a double date with him and his girlfriend, Meg. We were going to go inside for a while, but Madele wanted to go down to the park a few blocks from her house. It was a small neighborhood park donated in memory of a woman who did good works for the community with her wealth. So I took her hand and we walked down to the park. There was a fish pond fed by a bubbling fountain, with three concrete benches around it. The pond was filled with very large goldfish and had several exotic trees that sprawled over it. There were stone paths winding through small gardens with benches here and there. She took us down a path that lead to the very back of the place where it was more wilderness.

Back among the trees she started coming on to me. I was a little surprised, because I always initiated things, but I remember what David had said about her getting into my pants. She was still holding my hand and she put it up to her breasts and said, "I really like you, Jon," and we started kissing and that quickly moved to feeling each other and making out, like we had done in the car, except she was coming on a lot more passionately than any other time. She tugged my shirt up and I raised my arms and let her take it off of me. She started kissing down my chest, nipping at my nipples, and moved on down my stomach while she smiled at me with her big green eyes. I was blown away when she started feeling me up down at my crotch.

"I've heard about this," she said as she groped the front of my jeans, feeling my cock which was by now growing hard.

"How would you hear about that?" I asked her.

"Tales from the locker room," she replied with a mischievous smile as she was unzipping my pants and groping inside for my cock. "And anybody with eyes can see how you fill out your Speedo." So David was right. But I still couldn't believe she was being so bold.

"Ohh! Ohhh, Godd!" she gasped, like she was freaking out, when she got a feel, then pulled my cock out and saw how big it was. "Oh, My Lord!" she whispered as she went right to her knees, and I saw her wetting her lips. I have to say I nearly freaked out as I stood there looking down at her, mouth open, tongue out, heading straight for my cock.

She started down on it but she could barely get the head in her mouth. She tried, and I was encouraging, with a gentle hand on her head, but she had a really hard time so she mostly had to lick around it and she did suck my balls. Her tongue felt great, especially on the head of my cock. I was so hot and excited over this, my first blowjob and I lost all concentration. I always had good staying power when I jacked off, but this wasn't my own hand, it was a warm, wet mouth and a tongue, and it was out of my control.

"Godd, I'm getting close," I gasped softly after only a few minutes.

"Okay," she said.

I nearly freaked again. Okay? Was she saying okay, she was going to take my load? I warned her again when I was about to cum.

"I'm about there," I groaned. "Unless you want it," I added, hopefully.

Much to my disappointment, she didn't take my load. She pulled back at the last second and pumped my cock and I shot really hard against a nearby tree and across the grass. She was amazed. Frankly, so was I.

"Geezusss, Jon!" she exclaimed softly as she jacked my load out of me and watched each spurt sail out in long, thick ropes. The stuff made soft thudding sounds when it landed on the leaves. I was surprised when she started licking my cock when I was finished. I don't know if she got a taste of my cum but it was a warm feeling that she did that and I wondered why she hadn't just taken my load in her mouth.

"Now I have something to tell in the locker room," she said as she stood up.

"You're not going to tell about this!" I asked, surprised.

"Of course. Unless you don't want me to."

"I....I don't care," I said. "But what're you going to tell?"

"That I gave you head and you went off like a pony," she said, laughing.

"You're not!"

She laughed. "Just listen for the rumors," she said.

I told David all about it, not in great detail, except he asked if she was good or not. I told him, fuck yeah, but he knew I didn't have any basis for comparison. I only knew it was a hell of a lot better than my fist, and you don't really need any basis for comparison to know that a blow job feels good. He told me that his girlfriend Meg was okay at giving head but she was a great ball licker. He said she could get him off just licking and sucking his balls and down under them. I was impressed and happy that he was all proud of me; he even took me out for lunch to celebrate.

"But...Little Bro, you're still technically a virgin, you know that," he reminded me.

"Yeah, I know," I said.

"But we're gonna get something done about that," he said.

I wondered what he meant by "we" but I didn't ask.

He never "arranged" anything and I didn't bug him about it. I was satisfied with what I was getting from Madele. I wouldn't say she was cock hungry, but she did like my cock, and all it took was a look and a nod and I knew I was going to get a fine blowjob at the next opportunity when we could get together. And after about four times, she started taking my load in her mouth. She didn't swallow though. I didn't really expect her to but I wished she would. It was a little gross to have her spit it out.

As it turned out, David didn't have to do anything about my virginity. It took care of itself; or rather, I took care of it on my own. It was with a girl named Julie. She was of Asian descent with an American father. I don't know if word about me got around via Madele but Julie started getting real friendly with me then it advanced to coming on to me. David said the girls would do that, what with me being on the swim team and them seeing me in my Speedos, practically bulging out of it. The first I noticed it was when Julie started showing up at my swim meets; she hadn't been there before. Then one time after a meet, she met me at the door when I was coming out of the locker room. I wouldn't describe her as bold, but she was there. I thought she was waiting on one of the other guys. I spoke and walked past her; I hadn't really meant to talk to her.

"Oh, you don't want to talk to me?" she said.

I stopped and turned around. "I'm sorry, I thought you were waiting on someone," I said.

"I was. You," she said.

"Oh. Sorry." I thought my surprised excused my rudeness. That got my attention. I started back, but she came toward me and we fell into step together.

"My name's Julie," she said, offering her hand.

"I'm Jon," I said.

"I know who you are. Everyone knows who you are," she said.

"Jon with no H," I said.

"You look a little Italian," she said.

"It might be. Well, I am part Italian, but I don't really know the language," I said.

"There's a dance coming up. Girls invite the boys. I wonder if you would like to go with me."

I guess I was a little obvious about being taken aback, and she reared back a little.

"Well, I didn't mean to shock you," she said.

"No, I....well, I am a little surprised, that's all. I've never been asked out by a girl before," I said.

"Oh, then you're accustomed to being asked out by boys?" she joked.

"Something like that," I said, going along with her little joke. "Yes," I said.

"Yes, you will go?"

"Yes. And thank you for asking me," I said.

We went to the dance on foot because I still didn't have access to a vehicle, and I was pleased that she was just fine with that. I walked to what I thought was her house to pick her up, then we walked to the dance together. She told me that a friend of hers with a car offered to double with us but she said no, she wanted to walk with me. I liked her for that. After the dance, we were holding hands, walking back in the direction of her house when she told me that she was house sitting for her older sister and that I could come in if I wanted to.

"You're house sitting by yourself?" I asked, suddenly with keen interest. We went inside. She showed me to the living room and said she was going to get out of her dress and get us something to drink. She took longer than it should've taken to change and get a couple of cans of pop and I went to the kitchen to see what was taking so long.

"Ohh, Geezuss!" I gasped softly, standing at the kitchen door. There was, bent over in the refrigerator, in a very thin, very short negligee. So thin that I could see her skin tone through the material, and so short....well, so short that most of her butt was showing. I gulped and started to step back from the doorway but found that I was frozen to the spot and by that time she had closed the refrigerator door and saw me standing there. She smiled. I smiled back, or thought I did; I couldn't be sure, it felt like my facial features were all contorted.

"I.I came to see....." I had to swallow again.

"Did you like what you saw?" she asked, coming toward me.

"Very....much," I stammered.

She set the cans of pop on the butcher block in the center of the kitchen then turned and got a bottle out of an overhead cabinet; it was a bottle of booze. She didn't ask me if I wanted any, she got two glasses and fixed us each a drink. She smiled as she handed me one.

"I hope you like bourbon," she said.

"I've never tasted bourbon," I said. I hadn't tasted much of anything in the way of hard liquor, but I was going to drink this whether I liked it or not. I wanted to be a man about it, and besides, it would boost my courage, if it didn't knock me on my ass.

She took my free hand and led me back into the living room where we sat on the couch. She took a sip of her drink; I took several gulps of mine. It burned going down and it wasn't really good but that wasn't the point. She sat he glass on the end table and reached for mine. I took another quick drink before I handed it to her.

"I don't want you to have too much, too fast," she said, smiling. Then she reached down with her hand at my crotch. "I've been wanting to get together with you for a long time," she said in a husky tone.

"I wish I'd known," I said, in a surprisingly strong voice.

"You would have if you'd been paying attention," she said. "But you don't seem to pay much attention to girls."

What was she saying? Had she noticed anything else? Like how I ran around a lot with David and with guys from the crew?

"I'm a little shy around girls," I said, to cover myself.

"You shouldn't be. You're very attractive and you're an athlete. Jocks aren't usually so shy with girls," she said as she squeezed my cock.

"Yes, I guess I shouldn't be," I said. The bourbon was kicking in, and if that weren't enough, her hand groping me gave me all the encouragement I needed. I reached down for her crotch. It was a terribly bold move for me. She opened her legs for me and I found a bare, smoothly shaved pussy! "MMnnn," I moaned involuntarily.

"You like me nice and smooth," she said.


Suddenly, I was so emboldened I couldn't believe it myself. I lifted her negligee and pulled it off, leaving her virtually naked. Godd, she was beautiful. Small in stature, flawless skin, with a soft golden hue that excited me; like an all-over tan.

"You're overdressed now," she said as she tugged at my belt and my shirt at the same time.

I stood up and began undressing. She helped me.

"Your sister won't be home?" I asked nervously.

"She's three states away."

My cock was hard, tenting my shorts something awful. I started to take them off but she brushed my hands away and did it herself. I watched as she pulled them down. Her eyes popped open when she saw my hard cock. (I failed to mention that my teenage growth spurt added some impressive dimensions to my manhood).

"Oh, My Godd! It is true!" she gasped.

"What's true?"

"The rumors."

It was the second mention of rumors about me.

"I would like to know who's spreading these vicious rumors about me," I joked.

She looked up at me from where she sat on the couch, as she cupped my balls in her delicate hand. "Everyone can tell from the way you fill out your Speedos," she said. Then she wrapped her hand around my cock.

"Lord, I can't even get my hand around it," she said.

"You have very small hands," I observed.

"No, that's not the problem," she said, without looking up at me this time; her eyes were fixed on my cock. "I can get my hands around other boys' cocks."

I watched in awe as she wrapped her delicate lips around my cock and took it in her mouth. She was much more adept than Madele had been.

"Ohhhhh," I moaned softly. I moaned louder as she began sucking my cock. I didn't think mine was the first cock she'd had in her mouth; she knew what she was doing. She was better than Madele. Or maybe it was because Madele was in the past and this was a fresh mouth on my cock. She soon had me so hot I couldn't stand it. I eased her off a couple of times so I could hold off; I thought I was going to get to fuck her. When she went back down on me I reached down for her tits. She definitely had bigger tits than Madele. They were firm yet pliable, with large nipples that hardened to my touch. I played with her tits while she sucked my cock. I moved my hand lower, down her stomach, heading for her pussy. I wanted to see how it felt, so smooth and bare. I sat down beside her. She leaned over and kept sucking my cock and scooted closer so I could reach her. I felt her up, working my fingers between the warm, wet, pouting lips. My cock throbbed violently in her mouth. I worked two fingers in her and was finger fucking her when I had the sudden urge to go down on her. I didn't know where that came from....David and I had never even talked about going down on a girl....but I wanted to do it to Julie in the worst way. I gently urged her off my cock and raised her up. Our eyes met for a second as I eased her back on the couch, then I slid off the couch onto my knees as I lifted her left leg onto the back of the couch.

"Ohh, Jon," she whispered as she realized what I was going to do.

I went between her legs and without hesitation, began licking her pussy. Her sweet smell and soft moans turned me on even more, and she spread her legs even wider and put her hands on my head. Her pussy seemed to open up to me and I was soon licking up inside her. She was so soft and warm and not at all with the repugnant taste that guys had talked about. I remembered hearing about a girl's clit and searched for it with my tongue as she sort of guided my head, as if she knew I was looking for it and wanted me to find it. I did, the tiny organ nestled in the upper folds of her pussy lips, so well hidden, just waiting to be discovered. I touched it with my tongue and I swear I could feel the pulse of her heartbeat. I liked it, spreading her lips with my tongue, then I used my fingers to pull them apart and expose it fully.

"Ohhhh, My Godd!" she cried softly as I began sucking her clit and flicking it with my tongue. "Ohh, Jon!...Godd, that is so wonderful!"

I wondered if I was overdoing it. She turned wild, thrashing her hips around, using her leg on the back of the couch to thrust her pussy up at me, and her hands clamped around my head to keep my mouth firmly in place. But then she suddenly shoved my head away and I was looking up into the face of a wild woman; she was panting, and her eyes seemed glazed over.

"Turn around, so I can do you, too," she said in a desperate whisper.

I gladly obliged. When I was positioned on top of her I buried my face between her legs and went to work on her again. This time, I went a little wild. I couldn't help myself. Eating pussy for the first time and getting my cock sucked at the same time sent me into orbit. It must've had the same effect on her because she was literally trying to eat my cock. She clasped her hands around my butt and pulled me down, forcing my cock into her throat. She choked and gagged on it but she kept on trying. I couldn't hold off--I didn't even want to try--and she was acting like something was happening to her as well. She started whimpering and squealing around my cock, but never letting go, and thrashing her butt around on the couch so hard I was having a hard time staying on her pussy. Suddenly she started convulsing, shaking so hard I thought the couch was shaking. I realized she was cumming. I let mine go too. Godd, it was such a wonderful relief to just let the juices gush out of my cock, and it was made even more wonderful because she didn't let go of my cock. I couldn't tell if she was swallowing but she was sure as hell taking my load! I think I might've blacked out for a second or to, because I had the weird sensation of floating back from somewhere.

My arms were shaking so that I couldn't support myself and I shoved myself up off of her, stood up, then collapsed on the couch where Julie lay limp and gasping.

"Damn!" I gasped, leaning my head back. "That was wild!"

"You can say that again," she said.

"Damn! That was wild," I said, laughing like a fool.

She laughed with me and tried to get up. I pulled her up and against me.

"That's the first time any boy has ever done that," she said. "It was wonderful."

"That's the first time I ever did it," I said.

"I hope it won't be your last," she said.

"It doesn't have to be," I told her.

"Do you want to shower together?" she asked.

"Yes. Then I should get home."

She looked disappointed, even pouting.

"Or not," I said quickly, thinking that I hadn't got to fuck her yet.

To say the shower rejuvenated me would be an understatement. We washed each other with our hands and it was such a wonderful feeling of total freedom to have my hands on her tits and soaping up between her legs. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I was so hard by the time I was drying off that my cock ached.

"I should have taken a cold shower," I joked.

Julie led me back into the living room, back to the couch, where she lay down in the same position as before, only this time she didn't reach for my cock to suck it. She reached for it to guide it to her waiting pussy. I stopped her to get a condom out of my jeans pocket, uttering a silent thanks to David, for since he had advised me to, I had carried condoms with me. When I tore it open, Julie took the condom to put it on me. I wondered if she was a virgin too. I didn't think so, as bold and forward as she was. I tried to act like I knew what I was doing, but she did most of the work initially. She was really tight and she really squirmed around on my cock to take it. But finally I penetrated her and was having my first piece of ass. I was fifteen years old.

It wasn't Julie's first time. Her struggling to take me was because of my size. In the frenzy of things she named off two seniors she'd dated who were not near as big.

Great as it was with Julie, with the promise of more, I felt a sense of guilt, thinking about David. I felt like I had somehow betrayed him; I thought it was weird that I felt that way.

But David didn't make me feel guilty. He was happy as hell for me. The first time David and I were together after that, he could sense that I was bursting to tell him something. When he prompted me, I blurted it out.

"I fucked Julie."

"Hey, dude! Way to go! I'm proud of you!"

"Would you be any prouder if I told you I also went down on her? We sixty-nined," I said.

"Damn, fucker, I guess you don't need me to set things up for you," he said, as we high fived. "So, was that your first time?" he asked.

"Yes, but it won't be the last."

He smiled. "I wondered if you'd ever fucked Madele."

"No. She seems happy just to give me blowjobs."

"Well, she can't get pregnant giving blowjobs," he said.

I dated other girls off and on that summer, but Julie was sort of my side girlfriend, always willing to put out, so I didn't pursue real sex with other girls; there was no need to.

David was getting his share too, till he and Meg broke up. I never knew why it happened, but I thought it must've been David who broke up with her, because I couldn't imagine any girl ever wanting to break up with him.

During the summer we still hung out together and with the crew. We both had jobs but we would talk on the phone nearly every day, and go to parties and go to the movies together. David worked at his dad's car dealership, keeping the cars cleaned up and shiny, doing filing and answering the phones. I worked at my family's firm, learning budgeting and I also life guarded. I liked the life guarding better than the office work. I had picked up some weight, solid muscle, and I liked showing it off. I liked getting a nice tan, too.

By now we were hanging out together almost all the time, sometimes just the two us, other times with other guys from the crew, but it was always him and me. It was fun with the other guys, but I liked it better being alone with David, and I could feel us getting closer.

One time at the movie, somehow our legs touched and neither of us moved away. Since it was summer, we were wearing shorts and his hairy leg pressed against mine sort of accidentally, but neither of us moved away. It was really hot. At least I thought so, and I had to believe David did too because he pressed back, and several times we even rubbed our legs together. We made it seem like casual fun at the time, but much later when we were talking and one of us mentioned it, it came out that we were both trying to send a message but at the time we were both too scared to admit it or act on it.

I said I didn't think about guys that way. The truth would be I tried not to think of guys that way. It didn't work with David. I found myself thinking about him when I jacked off, and then I began conjuring up thoughts and images of him, even looking forward to my little imaginary rendezvous with him and my hand. It advanced to having pictures of him, and that made it even more intense. I remember how embarrassing it was when he discovered I was carrying a picture of him in my wallet. He was hanging out in my room waiting for me to get ready for a date we were going on together and he picked up my wallet off the desk to hand it to me. We managed to drop it and a bunch of stuff fell out, including a picture of him in his gym shorts, without his shirt.

"What's this? You're carrying a picture of me?"

I was so flustered I couldn't say anything and I knew my face was getting red, even though my tan. He saw my embarrassment and immediately tried to put me at ease.

"Hey, I'm flattered."

I wondered what he really thought. But he never put me down about it.

Chapter Six

My Sophomore Year

(The Wrestling Match)

So school started again in the fall; I was now a sophomore and David was a senior. With him being a senior, I felt like a lowly sophomore, but he never treated me that way. It didn't change anything between us. I wondered if the juniors initiated the incoming freshmen as David's class had us. I asked him but he said he didn't know. I think he did but it was something nobody talked about.

My sophomore year began pretty much the same as my freshman year, except I found myself being looked upon as a leader. I'd been held back a year way back in grade school--didn't remember what grade--and that made me the oldest one in our class. That, along with my growth spurt and my athletic prowess, put me naturally a cut above the rest of the boys.

Things took a turn about the third week of school. After swim practice and David's football practice we stayed and worked out a little bit, as we usually did. We were the only ones in the weight room; he had a key since he helped the coach with the weight lifting classes. Being alone, we took our shirts off. We were talking about wrestling and it turned into joking around, then he started sparring with me--he wrestled his first two years of high school--and he wrestled me down to the mat and was putting a move on me. He said he was only going to demonstrate the move so I stopped fighting him and took up the position as he showed me.

I was on my hands and knees with him behind and sort of humped over me and I could feel his cock pressing against my butt, which I supposed was natural in that hold. But then I felt him getting hard through our shorts. I was shocked at first. I'd seen wrestlers look pretty fluffed up but I'd never seen one with a full-fledged boner like this was feeling like. Suddenly, it was as if I couldn't control my body. I found myself pushing back against him and we both moaned a little. I was wondering what would happen next, if he would take it farther, but he wasn't moving, we were just there on our hands and knees, pressed tightly together, just breathing. I didn't know what I was supposed to do, whether he was waiting on me to make a move. I did know that I liked the feel of his hard, bare muscles pressing against me, and I was thinking it would feel really good if he was completely on top of me. I didn't know what the move was called but I'd seen it before and it often happened, when the guy on his hands and knees moved, the guy on top flattened him instantly. I know I'd imagined many times that it looked like the guy was trying to fuck his opponent, the way he pressed against him.

"It's your move first," David told me.

Okay, so he was waiting on me. When I tried to roll out of the position, he reacted with lightning speed, keeping his hold on me and slamming me against the wall. It knocked the wind out of me and I hurt my hip. I groaned with pain and he immediately released his hold and rose up.

"You okay?"

"Just knocked the wind out of me," I said, but I was rubbing my hip. "Damn, you move fast."

"You hurt you hip. Come on, let's get you in the locker room and have a look."

He was really concerned and he helped me to my feet and into the locker room and sat me down on the bench.

"Strip down so I check you out, make sure you're okay," he said and he began feeling my muscles as I took off my shorts. It was very sensual, and I wondered why he was feeling everywhere else, my thighs, when it was my hip that hurt. I was in just my jockstrap now and I was starting to get hard from the feel of his hands on me. I told him that I was okay, but he didn't stop.

"Man, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so rough, you're not a wrestler," he said, still feeling my legs. He moved his hands up higher, to my hip, then he went down my legs and back up again. He moved his hand around my hip again then went to my stomach and pecs, squeezed them a little, and then to my arms and shoulders.

"Do you hurt anywhere else?" he asked as he moved his hands all over me.

"I'm okay, really," I said. "I just banged my hip." I didn't know what to think, the way he was touching my body. He was giving me a hardon, and he had to know it the way my jock was bulging.

Yeah....yeah, you feel fine," he said. "Come on, we'd better shower and get going," he said suddenly, his voice husky, as he stood up.

I stood up to go to my locker. He was taking off his shorts and jockstrap at the same time and I heard him say in a low voice, almost a whisper, "Godd, that looks great on you." I glanced around--he was naked now--and I saw him looking at my ass. I have a nice bubble butt and I know a jockstrap looks hot on me, but I was very surprised to know that David apparently thought the black jock I had on was especially hot. I was surprised, and bothered, and bewildered over the way he was acting.

We just stared at each other for a long moment, and I know it sounds weird but something just clicked. It was like we both knew what we both wanted--each other--and we had wanted it all along, and it was at last coming to the surface. We moved toward each other--I think he made the first move toward me. I know he said, "I'm taking a real chance here," as he came toward me. I wasn't really aware of my body moving; it was like I was being propelled, drawn to him by some mystical force. I don't know where I found the courage, but as I came up to him I brought my hands up and flattened them over his broad, thick pecs. David put one hand on my hip--the one I'd hurt--and his other hand around my arm. It was an electrifying moment, and very confusing, because I didn't fully understand what had prompted it, or know where it was going. We started touching each other and feeling each other's bodies all over, while staring into each other's eyes. Then our faces were drawn together like magnets and we started lightly brushing our lips together. I parted my lips a little and David slid his tongue across them. That gave me a jolt.

David brushed his lips over mine and took my lower lip between his. His lips were so soft and his touch was so gentle, almost passionate. But it quickly progressed into open-mouth, lip-lock, deep kissing, our tongues finding each other, and then it advanced to our lips smashing hard together and our tongues fighting for dominance. There was a sense of desperation, as if we had to make up for lost time, trying to fit into that moment and in that kiss all that we had missed out on in the previous year. I remember thinking that kissing David was better than I thought it would be--better even than kissing a girl--and it surprised me that this was the first I realized that I'd even thought of kissing him or any other guy. I had, of course--I had dreamed about us being together like this, naked and kissing, and feeling each other's bodies. I couldn't really remember the dreams but I remembered having them. Maybe I had tried and successfully subdued them.

David moved his big hands around to my ass.

"Godd, I've wanted to do that since the time we were in the lake together," he said as he squeezed my butt.

We went back to the kiss and continued it for a moment, then he reminded me, "Come on, we gotta shower," and he started to pull my jockstrap off.

I was again surprised to see him go to his knees to pull it down. I was bone hard of course, and my cock sprung free and nearly hit him in the face. He reared back from it with a soft "Geezuss!" and then just gazed at it as he pulled my jockstrap down and off my feet. I remembered another time when he was on his knees, pulling my shorts off, in the woods at the initiation, and he said the same thing. He tossed my jockstrap in the bottom of my locker without taking his eyes off my cock. I had a chilling feeling that he might actually touch it, perhaps even take it in his mouth, but it was too much to hope for. He stood up suddenly and we went back to the showers. He made a point of motioning for me to precede him and I knew, and was flattered that he wanted to watch my butt as I walked.

In the shower David turned on one of the showers and as he was standing back, waiting for the water to run warm, he took me by the arm, indicating that he wanted me to share the shower with him. As the water ran warm, he pulled me under the stinging spray with him, wrapping both arms around me, and began kissing me again, hard, even more passionately than before. I couldn't describe the wonderful feeling of having his warm, muscular body pressing against mine with the water spraying down on us. My hard cock was smashed between our stomachs, while his was rubbery hard, suspended out between my legs.

"Godd, I've wanted to do this for so long," he whispered into my mouth.

We kissed for a long time while we explored each other's bodies. Even washing each other was a continuation of the exploration of male flesh, and there was more kissing; it was nearly non-stop, as if we couldn't get enough of each other, and we had to make up for lost time. I couldn't believe what was happening with this big stud. My head was spinning; I couldn't think. I wasn't just letting it happen; I was helping to make it happen, and I wanted it to go on forever.

"That's the first time I've ever done that--kissed another guy," David said, sounding a little out of breath.

"Me, too."

Our faces were still close; I could smell his sweet breath. We couldn't tear our eyes from each other's eyes. I saw such openness and honesty in David's eyes that I had never seen before.

"There's....something else I've wanted to try......" He didn't finish. Instead, he slowly went to his knees in front of me.

I was thinking, Oh, shit, what's he going to do! I knew--it couldn't be anything but; he had his mouth open, wetting his lips--I just couldn't believe it, that big David was on his knees, about to take my cock in his mouth. It stood up at a sharp angle and he pulled it down with his mouth wide open. Ohh, Fuckkk! was all I could think. I said it out loud then.

"Ohh, Fuckkkk!" again as his mouth closed over the head of my cock.

I laid my head back with my mouth open, the water spray stinging my face. He moved his mouth back and forth on my cock, washing all around the head with his tongue. My eyes rolled back in my head and I was seeing tiny stars on my eyelids. He tried to take more and more of it, but backed off each time the head pressed against his throat. But he still kept trying. He finally managed to force the head through the opening of his throat but he quickly withdrew before he gagged. He continued to struggle with it but he did a wonderful job without taking my cock in his throat; so wonderful that he had my legs shaking. I clasped my hands on his shoulders, digging my fingers into the thick muscles for support. I knew I wasn't going to last long. I hated myself for my lack of control, but I'd never felt anything so incredibly wonderful in my life and I simply didn't have any control. David's mouth on my cock was in complete control of my body, my very being. Several times I tried to ease him off in hopes of prolonging it, but he didn't stop.

"David....Oh, Godd, David, you're gonna make me cum!" I gasped.

Still, he didn't let go; not till the last second. He hung on till the crucial seconds then he barely got off my cock before it erupted. I said I shot half way across that little park when Madele gave me my very first blowjob; if David hadn't been there to block it I think I would've shot clear across the shower and hit the wall. But he was there and I shot all over his chest. I sprayed him with my cum, and he moaned softly with excitement each time a thick rope of semen laced his chest and shoulders. I hunkered over and clung to his powerful shoulders for support while he continued to kneel there, jacking my cock and watching my cum wash down his chest and stomach.

"Damn, Little Man, that was a fuckin' load and a half," he said as he rose to his feet, swiping the last of my cum down his stomach to be washed off by the shower spray. Our eyes met again and it was like he was looking into my soul, searching for something. Then he pulled me in tight against him and kissed me again. "Godd, I loved doing that," he whispered hoarsely.

All I could think about was, "Wow"...and it was better than Madele or Julie.

So David gave me my first kiss and my first blowjob from a guy. Only it was more that, from him. It was more than just sex. I couldn't explain it. I felt guilty that I hadn't done the same for him, but he made no demands of me; not even a suggestion that I return the favor. So I accepted that it was enough that he loved doing it; that he wanted to do it. Afterwards, he drove me home.

I was awake half the night thinking about what'd happened, part of it in bed, most of it sitting at my window looking out at the moonlit night wondering if David was awake as well. It wasn't how I'd imagined it would be; not according to my fantasy at all. In all of my fantasies it was me on my knees, sucking David's magnificent cock.

He had definitely turned the tables on me.

Chapter Seven

(My Virginity Belongs to David)

That was on a Thursday. That next day at school it was impossible to act like nothing had happened. We tried and I just hoped we were able to hide our secret.

After school I went home with him and spent the night at his place. He lived in a huge house and his room was in the basement. The night started off like any other when we would hang out. We ate, joked around, and talked about girls and school. We were in our shorts, watching a movie; he was lying on his bed and I was sitting on the floor, leaned back against the bed, sitting sort of sideways so I could see him. I loved looking at him--he had such a great body, muscles that you could just chew on--and it was nice to be able to do that without feeling self-conscious about it. He leaned his leg down so it was rubbing against me. I was excited because I knew that the day before in the shower had not been a freak thing; we were going do it again, or something like it. I was sure of it; sure that that was partly the reason he'd invited me to spend the night. I rested my head back against his hairy leg. After a moment he put his legs on either side of me and started rubbing my shoulders while I rubbed his feet. After a few minutes, real desire began to burn inside me and take over, and I turned around on my knees on the floor and started kissing the inside of his thighs.

I should take time out here to better describe David; if I can. He deserves better than I will be able to put into words, but I'll try. He was intimidating yet loveable at the same time. His face was strong, but not hard; it was a face that could be trusted. His face was a squared oval shape that had perfect symmetry. He had a strong forehead and a beautiful, strong jaw line; it was straight but had curves to it. His whole face was kinda like that, straight with curves, and he had really cute ears. His nose was wonderful. It was short and had a pronounced "ball" at the end of it. Not sure what to call it, I just thought it was cute. I always used to squeeze it and tell him that he had two balls in his pants and one on his face. His eyes were dark brown. Most people think that brown is a boring color for eyes, but his were dark and they had a glow to them, an intensity one time you looked into them, and another time it would be kindness that you saw. It was like staring into dark sparkling globes that you could lose yourself in for the moment, or for hours. His eyes were serious, but they had a hint of laughter in them. Some girls said he had bedroom eyes. His eyebrows were thick but had a groomed look to them even though he never did anything to them.

His eyelashes were sort of glossy. His lips were full and soft and inviting. He was always smiling. I think I can count on one hand the number of times I saw him when he wasn't smiling or laughing. I actually think he had to try not to smile because his mouth just naturally smiled. He had the cutest dimples on his cheek when he smiled; he had two on his right and one on his left. Whenever he looked at me my heart would smile. He never had a lot of facial hair, I used to tease him that I would probably have to shave three times before he even had a 5 o'clock shadow. It was odd because he had hairy legs. His hair was not really thick but not thin either. It was very dark and smooth. He was about 5-11, I suppose, definitely taller than my 5-9, and he had a little bit of country in him even though we lived in big city in the Midwest. But he was originally from Texas. He moved with a sexy, confident swagger. He was so confident, but not obnoxious or cocky.

He had broad, muscular shoulders and chest that tapered down a slim 32" waist. He had an awesome V-shape to his torso. His pecs were awesome as well, and my favorite part of his body. They were not pointy or flat; they rose from his chest and curved around to the sides and cut in sharply at the bottom, and they were rock solid. His nipples were the perfect size, not too big or too small, they stuck out like pencil erasers set in the center of large, brownish circles, and always looked like they were hard. They stuck out prominently under many shirts he wore. He was perfectly smooth. He had a definite six-pack. It wasn't chiseled, like a stack of bricks, but it was defined and unmistakably there. He had obloquies that were cut deep into his body (or an Orion's belt, or whatever it is called). I loved to lick up both sides of the of tenderloin strips. His back was really muscular; you could see the muscles ripple when he moved. His arms were big and solid. His biceps were big enough to be used as pillows and they always filled out and even stretched his shirtsleeves. His forearms where beautiful, thick and muscular; I loved to watch the muscles dance when he moved his hands. He had a big scar on the inside of his right forearm from when he was little; he was on the swing set with his brother and he fell and cut his arm open on an exposed screw. The scar took nothing away from the beauty of his arm....if anything, it only added to the ruggedness.

His cock....I honestly don't know if I can describe it. He was neatly cut, and when he was hard, a little over 8 inches. He was thick, though I always joked that I was longer and thicker, as he had trouble getting his hand around mine. But he was so thick I honestly had trouble getting my mouth around him. It was veiny and tanned like the rest of him. The head was a beautiful brownish plumb color when it was swollen, and the shape was a work of perfection; a large, mushroom head set proudly on the shaft that sloped back with a wide flange of gristle that felt absolutely wonderful in my mouth. His cock was a work of art. His balls were large, bigger than golf balls, and heavy. What I loved about the point of his manhood was that he shaved his pubes except where he kept them neatly trimmed above his cock. I never knew why he did that, but it looked good.

His legs were like tree trunks, but not overly huge. The muscles were all defined but they were not protruding out like a bodybuilder's. His legs were hairy, but just the right amount of hair to make him look masculine. I loved his calves. They were big enough that you could see them from the front of his shins. Even his knees were sexy. They weren't boney like most guys. The muscles in his thighs came right down to his kneecaps. Even his feet were beautiful, and sexy in a way. And big; he wore a size 12 -1/2.

His ass was pure perfection; mouth-watering, when I learned the full meaning and implication of the term. It had a light dusting of hair that got thicker between his buns, around his hole. It was solid from doing squats for football; an absolutely amazing bubble butt. You could seriously just look at it and admire it for days. It had big saucer like dimples on the sides when he flexed them, and the solid globes flexed naturally and churned inside his jeans when he walked. I had seen girls just sit and stare at his ass when he was in his football pants, and in his jeans when he walked down the hall or into a classroom. The whole package, put together....well, all he lacked was STUD tattooed across his forehead.

There. It doesn't do him justice but it's the best I can do.

As I said, after a few minutes, real desire began to burn inside me and take over, and I turned around on my knees on the floor and started kissing the inside of his thighs. As I moved up, I reached up and hooked my fingers in the waistband of his shorts. He rose up a little but I didn't pull them down right away. Instead, I nuzzled my face into the pouch and opened my mouth wide over the warm bulge. I mouthed his bulge for a moment and felt his cock coming alive. Then I tugged on his shorts. He rose up again so I could pull them down. I pulled them off and tossed them aside, then buried my face back in his warm, hairy crotch, my mouth opened around his balls this time.

David laid his hand gently on my head. "Are you sure you wanta do this?" he asked.

I looked up, a little surprised. "Very sure. You did," I said.

"I wanted to. That doesn't mean you have to," he said.

"I want to, too," I said.

He moved his hand and let me continue. I started by licking his heavy balls, then sucked them into my mouth one at a time. I tried to take them both, but they were too big.

"Aaawwhhh," he groaned softly, laying his hand on my head again.

I spent time on his balls--I learned to love his balls, almost to the pointe of worship--and under them, and licked deep in his crotch on either side of them, before I moved up to his cock. I kissed the underside of his cock, which was standing up now, lashing my tongue back and forth along the thick vein that runs along the bottom of the shaft, working my way up to the huge head. It was a long journey, but a wonderful and exciting one. I was a little heady from it, not just because this was my first blowjob; this was big, muscular, big-dicked of the studliest jocks in school....and I was licking and kissing his cock! And I was certain that I was the first guy to ever do it. I could hardly believe it was happening.

At the end of the journey I raised my head a little and his cock throbbed up to receive my kiss. I lashed my tongue around the underside of the head, causing his cock to quiver violently. I could see precum oozing out the wide slit and without thinking, I pulled his cock up and lapped it up. I was pleasantly surprised at the taste. It was wonderful, and I went for more, dipping my tongue into the wide slit to lick it out as I worked my fist up and down the shaft to milk it up. I had my mouth open, ready to take him when he stopped me again, with a gentle hand on the side of my face.

"Jon....." His voice was husky and he had to swallow to find his voice. I looked up from his cock. "Be sure, Little's not too late to stop and turn back. I mean, you haven't really sucked cock yet."

"I wanta do this. Stop interrupting me," I said.

He laughed softly and ruffled my hair said and said, "O-kay."

I pulled his cock straight up and went down on it; that was the term he'd used so that's what I did; what did I know. I went too far for my first try, and I gagged. I looked up and he was smiling. I tried again, taking only the head this time and I was able to handle that, but just barely because just the head of his cock nearly filled my mouth. I moved my mouth up and down on the shaft several times till I got the distance that I could go till it pressed against the opening of my throat. Then I started sucking him.

"Ohhhhh!....Ohhhhh, fuck," he groaned softly, laying a hand on the back of my head. "Awwhh, yeah....suck it....Shit, man.... Oohh.... OOOHH, YEAH, That's good," he cried out when I swirled my tongue around the head. "Oh, fuck, are you sure you haven't done this before?"

I shook my head and kept sucking him. I was sort of glad he thought that; it meant I was doing a good job for him. I loved doing it, although I couldn't believe I was. I suppose every guy has that feeling when he's got his first cock in his mouth, like... "fuck, I'm sucking cock!"....and realizes that he likes it.

I kept looking up at him to see if I was doing it okay and each time he was smiling down at me. The last time, our eyes locked and it gave me a funny feeling. David put his hands on the side of my face and gently guided my head up and down a few times then eased me up off his cock. I kept licking his cock, not wanting to give it up, but he lifted my head higher.

"You're making it too good; I don't want to get off yet," he said. Then he pulled me up on top of him. "This ain't an's a detour," he said, and started kissing me.

As much as I wanted to experience sucking his cock, I had a feeling I wasn't going to mind the detour. He tugged on the side of my shorts and I wriggled out of them and we started rubbing all against each other. His hands went naturally around to my butt and I was shocked when he found and started rubbing my asshole. Our eyes met and he had a funny look in his, like a longing.

"What....?" I asked nervously.

"I think you know," he said.

"Are you sure you wanta do that? Once we do it....cross that line.... we can't go back," I said.

"As long as you're with me, I don't want to go back," he said.

Holding me tightly with one arm around my back, he reached over to get something out of his nightstand. I was surprised to see that it was a small bottle of lube. I guess my surprise was more that he had planned this, probably the reason he'd invited me to spend the night at his house. He flipped the cap on the bottle and drizzled some lube in the crack of my ass, then began working it between my buns as he set the bottle aside

"I'm scared, David," I said.

"Don't be," he said in the gentlest tone. "I'll go slow and easy. I would never hurt you, you know that." He started kissing me, the kiss becoming more passionate as he played with my ass. "Don't be scared, Little Man, I know you're gonna like this," he assured me.

I wasn't so sure, but when he began rubbing his finger against my hole, I thought I might be easily convinced. I lay perfectly still for a moment, still scared, but then started squirming around on his finger. His muscular body under me felt so good, as did our stiff cocks rubbing together. He smiled when I started doing that.

"Feeling good?"

"Yeah, sort of."

"Just trust me, it'll feel more than sort of good," he said as he began pushing his fingertip against my hole.

I could feel my asshole giving, and he shoved his finger through easily. I let out a little gasp and he tightened his hold on me with his other arm.

"That didn't hurt," he said.

"No. Surprised me, that's all," I said.

He worked his finger in deeper, and deeper, till it was in as far as he could get it, then he started wriggling it around, massaging my insides.

"Aawwoohh!" I cried softly when he touched something.

"I know that didn't hurt," he said smiling. "I felt your cock throb harder."

"NO! Ohh....Ohhhh, fuck....what is that.....?" I groaned.

He moved his finger away from the spot but kept rotating it around, rubbing the inside walls of my ass, then he went back to the spot he had discovered.

"That?" he asked with a grin as he rubbed the spot again.

"Ooh....ohhh....Ohhh....OH, Fuck!" I moaned, tossing my head back.

"I think it must be your prostate. I read something about it, that it's very sensitive." He rubbed it again, this time a little rougher.

"Ohhh, Godd! Fuck, David!....Ohhhh, Fuck," I cried out.

"I told you it would feel more than sort of good," he said, with a grin as he massaged what I would later know was indeed my prostate. He called it my love nut.

I gasped and moaned and started squirming around on his finger. He kept doing it, rubbing the super sensitive spot then moving away from it, then going back to it, over and over again. It was like he was torturing me. He kept pulling my butt apart, stretching my hole open. I didn't even realize that he had shoved a second finger into my ass.

He loosened me up with his two fingers for a long time, then added a third, then two from each hand. I barely winced as my asshole was forced to form an even wider girth around his thick fingers. Then he asked me, with that sexy grin of his, "Are you ready for some more 'sort of?'" Without waiting for my answer, he rolled us over so he was on top, with such ease, like I weighed nothing, then he rose up and lifted my legs onto his shoulders.

"I're still scared....but don't be," he said in a soothing tone. "I'm not gonna hurt you."

I felt the heat of his blunt cockhead against my hole and I tightened my asshole, as if I could keep him out. He felt me do it.

"Don't," he said gently. "Relax your ass....I've got you loosened up so just relax...let it happen."

I wanted to relax but I really was scared. I thought, this is what a girl must feel like when a boy is about to take her virginity. There was one big difference; girls are created for it, boys are not. I didn't want to feel like a girl but I couldn't imagine anything as thick as his cock being able to penetrate my tiny, tight hole. I tried to relax but there was still a lot of resistance at my hole against the head of his cock that I couldn't seem to control. It was like my asshole had seen the size of his cockhead and it was scared too. He kept nudging his cock against my hole, working it around and pushing harder and harder. It felt sort of good, the way he was stretching the muscles around my hole. But then he pushed really hard and the head of his cock shoved through the tight muscle and it hurt so bad it took my breath away.

I guessed that most guys scream out loud when they're penetrated for the first time; I could certainly understand why. I was screaming inside my head, but no sound came out, at least that I could hear, but I was seeing black spots in front of my eyes. David just held my head with his hands, looking right in my eyes.

"You okay? You okay, Little Man?" he kept asking.

I didn't answer him. I couldn't. It hurt too fuckin' bad. I had never felt such excruciating pain.

"Maybe it would help if you squeeze your ass muscles real tight around my cock," he told me. "Yeah, that's it....real'll make the pain go away quicker."

I didn't really believe that, but my ass was squeezing his cock involuntarily, trying to push him out. At that moment I didn't know what to believe of anything he said; he told me it wouldn't hurt, and it was killing me. It came to mind to just throw him off and bolt out of his room. He wouldn't stop me....he wasn't going to rape me.

"David...,David, I don't think I can do this," I said softly, still wincing from the pain.

"All right, we won't do it," he said.

I said the words but my body was calling me a liar. My spread butt was still pressing against his loins and before he could make a move I was clasping my hands around his butt to hold him in place. Something held me there to endure the awful pain....some primeval instinct that told me the pain was non-consequential compared to the pleasure that would follow. I didn't know how I could know that but it was how I felt.

"Change your mind?" he asked quietly and slowly eased back, gently withdrawing the inches he had inside me.

I didn't answer him; my body was doing that for me. It had changed my mind for me. I held him in place, preventing him from withdrawing completely. We stayed like that, holding perfectly still, for a long time. I don't know where he got the strength not to ram into me; his cock was throbbing so hard, and I know he must have wanted to. He looked down at me with those big beautiful eyes, asking me with his eyes if he could go on, but he still waited until I nodded then he slowly worked his cock in the rest of the way, taking little breaks here and there to let me get used to it. The whole time he was entering me he was kissing my neck and shoulders tenderly and listening to my soft groans and tiny whimpers, not all from the pain.

Once he was in all the way, his hard loins pressed hard against my spread butt, he laid his lips over mine and kissed me, tongue deep. I whimpered with new eddies of excitement when his tongue actually went into my throat; it was like I was being fucked from both ends. I squealed around his tongue as he sort of fucked my throat with his tongue. Then he rose up and started tonguing my ear, which we both quickly figured out drove me crazy. He never moved his lower body the whole time he was kissing me, except for the steady throbbing of his big cock, pulsating deep inside me against the walls of my ass.

"You think you're ready?" he asked quietly. There was no urgency in his tone; he was simply asking.

Stupidly, I wondered if my virginity was gone. He hadn't fucked me yet; not really. He was just inside me. Did my virginity vanish the instant the head of his cock penetrated my hole, or was it a more gradual process; was I still intact until we had consummated the act? I likened it to sucking his cock. When I had his cock in my mouth and I never moved my mouth or my tongue, did I suck his cock?

"Ready, Little Man?" he whispered again.

"Yeah," I said, a little breathless, nodding.

He slowly withdrew all but the head of his cock then pushed back in all the way.

"Ooohhhh," I moaned softly, suddenly, with surprise that the pain had all but disappeared and his cock was causing me nothing but pleasure.

"You sure you're ready?" he asked me again with his killer smile as he slowly pulled back again, till the rim of his cock was tugging at the inner ring of my asshole.

"Yess!" I hissed. "Ohh, Yesss!"

He eased back in and then started fucking me. It was incredible. Unbelievable. The very idea that I was being fucked in the ass was unbelievable; the intense pleasure he was causing with his big, thick cock was something I simply couldn't get my head wrapped around.

"Ohhh....Ohhhhhh...awww, fuck....Awwwhhh, David....David, fuck me....Oh, man, I never imagined it would feel like this!"

"I never either," he said. "Godd, your ass is so snug and hot, and alive. You've got muscles in your ass, you know that?"

"If I have, you're responsible, making me do all those squats," I said. "Ohh....ohhh, damn....ohhhh,'s so good, David." It was more than good, but I couldn't describe it. It was the most incredible mix of feelings I'd ever had in my life, and I couldn't understand why because I wasn't built for this. I was a guy with a cock, built for fucking girls; my ass wasn't a pussy to be fucked. But David was showing me it was, and he was very convincing. I felt myself gradually being worked into a frenzy. I dropped my legs down and wrapped them around his hips and hugged him close to me. It was so wonderful to watch and feel his huge, hard muscles working above me. We didn't really say anything, just some grunts and moans and groans. He had to tell me to not be so loud

"Hey, fucker, you're gonna bring my parents down here, wondering what's going on in the basement," he said.

That's when I fully realized that his parents were upstairs, and a shiver went through me at the thought of it; his father walking in and seeing his son fucking me.

The second time I cried out a little too loudly, he handed me the pillow to put over my face. I couldn't help it, the way he was moving his hips around in all directions, twisting his tight butt around....Godd, he was wild! He knew just when to push and go harder and when to ease up and let me catch my breath, and when to go deep and when to fuck me with shorter thrusts. I think by that point we were so tuned in to each other that he just knew when to ease off and when to charge things up. The whole time he moved in slow motion, as if he wanted to be absolutely sure that his cock touched everywhere inside me. He played me like a finely tuned instrument, literally, using his cock to make me cry out with the sounds he wanted to hear.

"I'm gonna shift gears," he said after a while.

"Okay. What's that mean?" I asked.

"It means I'm gonna fuck you harder," he said, and placed the pillow on my chest as a reminder.

"All right."

When he said shift gears I had no idea he would turn into a machine, and turn me into a whimpering, blithering idiot. He fucked me hard and deep, showing my ass no mercy. He fucked the air out of my lungs and my chest ached for precious air. It was like he was feeding fuel into a rocket. He just kept taking me higher and higher. Every time I reached a level of ecstasy he pushed me to the next level, and the next, till I didn't know if I could stand any more. I was barely able to breathe till I set my own rhythm of gasping in little intakes of air between his rapid thrusts. And with those came my groans and gasps of ecstasy

"AAAawwhh!....Ohhhh!...Aaawhh, Goddd!....Ohhh, David....fuck, man, w-what're you.... do to me!...Ohhh.....Ohhh, Godd!.... Ohhhhh..... UUnhh!...." It went on and on. I clawed at the sheets and reached over my head to grab hold of the headboard. He was fucking me crazy. I was seeing stars again. Then suddenly, he shifted down and started fucking me slow and gentle, back to slow motion.

"How was that?" he asked as he slide his cock back and forth though my hole that was still quivering terribly from the onslaught of his jack-hammering.

I couldn't answer him for a minute; I was gasping so for air and trying to come back down to earth.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asked, smiling, and patting my face.

I clasped his hand to my face then turned my face and kissed his palm.

"Yes, but I wasn't sure I was going to be," I said.

"You want some more like that?" he asked.

"You're gonna give it to me, aren't you?"

"Yes, because I think you liked it," he said.

"I liked it so much I thought I was going to lose my friggin;' mind," I said. "Do you know, I think you really could fuck me senseless."

"Wanta try it, see if I can?" he asked.

"No. No, please....don't...I mean, yes, you can fuck me hard again, but you gotta stop at some point....shift down, like you just did, 'cause I think you really could fuck me right out of my mind. It's almost scary, David, it feels so good."

"I wouldn't want you running around a babbling idiot and me have to explain how you got that way," he joked.

He put me through the wonderful torture two more times before he shifted down for good. I was gasping for every breath between my muffled outbursts of pleasure. I broke out in a sweat, and David's sweat dripped down on me. I loved the salty taste. But then it was suddenly like he was making love to me, fucking me deep and gentle and kissing me on the mouth and neck and on my shoulder and dragging his tongue down across my chest, licking off my sweat. But this time he never brought me down from the plateaus. It wasn't a mindless fuck like the jack-hammering he'd given me, it was just a steady, mind-wrangling fuck that kept me on high edge, like I was about to cum with each next stroke but couldn't.

"You know I'm not wearing a condom," he murmured softly as he nibbled on my tits.

"I didn't see you put on one," I said.

"You know what that means."


"I wanta cum in you."

"What if I said no," I said with a mischievous grin.

"Then I would pull out," he said.

"Then I won't say no," I said.

He warned me that he hadn't put on a condom, but not that he was about to cum. He fucked me for another twenty minutes at least before he gave me any warning, and even then, it wasn't verbal. He conveyed the message with his body. It was the first I really knew how a man acted when he was about to cum. I'd been in that position with Julie but it was to mind boggling to remember. More sweat had popped out on his forehead and his breathing suddenly became irregular, like he was gasping for air. His steady hip thrusts became hard pounding and there was a look of stern determination on his face. His muscles bulged and his nostrils sort of flared out and suddenly his body began to convulse.

When he came in me it was like nothing I'd ever imagined. I never felt so full in my life, not just his enormous load which I actually felt gushing up inside me, but it seemed like his cock swelled to double its size when he was shooting it in me. I swear, I could feel every bulging vein, every pulsation of his cum gushing up through his cock; I could even his pulse in his cock. We were that connected. I thought I felt cum running out of my ass and I was amazed that any man could shoot that much. But again, I had nobody to compare him with.

We lay there with him on top of me, breathing hard. I loved the weight of his body on top of me, his solid, sweaty muscles rippling as he breathed, and my hands roamed all over his body.

"I love to feel your muscles," I said.

"I'm glad I built 'em up for you to feel," he said.

"That's not why you built them up," I said. "You built them up for sports, and to impress the girls."

"That's what I used to think. But I'm glad I impressed you. Am I getting heavy?" he asked.

"No," I said. He was but I would've let him crush me before I said it.

After a few minutes he turned us onto our sides and his cock popped out, and we just lay there and stared at each other. It was strange, like I was seeing him for the first time, yet like I'd known him all my life. He stroked my hair and held my ass with his other hand.

"You've got the best ass in the world," he told me. "It's so nice and round, and solid, and it felt so nice and tight wrapped and squeezing around my cock. You really do have muscles in your ass."

"Any ass would feel tight around that horse cock of yours," I said.

"Am I too big?"

"No. You're big, but you could never be too big for me," I said.

"I can't believe all the time we've wasted," he said. He smiled at me, causing a flutter in my stomach.

"David....I'm a little scared about all of this," I said.

"Scared of what?"

"I don't what we did......."

"Hey, I'm right here, Little Man. I'll always be right here; nothing to be scared about. Man, I've never felt so sure about anything in my life. I can't imagine why you would be scared of anything"

"What are you so sure of?" I asked. I think I caught him off guard.

"That I....I don't know....that I know this is right....." He let his words trail off, like he didn't know himself what he was sure of. But I knew he didn't have a doubt that what we were doing was right.

"What're you unsure of?" he asked.

"When you were fucking me, I was thinking, it shouldn't be feeling so good, 'cause I'm not built for this. My ass wasn't made for this."

"But it is, and you are built for it, everything fit fine," he said. "If you weren't, it wouldn't feel so good, would it? The pain wouldn't go away and it would hurt all the way through." He smiled warmly. "If you aren't built for it, then how do you explain that little spot I found in there that makes it feel so good?"

"I don't know," I said. "Nobody can ever know, I guess."

"Of course not. It's between you and me, always and forever," he said. He made it sound like we were a permanent thing, and that made me feel good.

"Can I ask you something?" I said.


"How come I'm the one who had to get fucked?"

"You didn't have to be the one to get fucked," he said. "You could've just said the word and I would've stopped at any point, or I wouldn't have even started."

"No, I mean, how come it was you fucking me instead of the other way around?"

He hesitated for a few seconds. "Because I'm older....I've got more experience......" He paused and smiled. "And to tell the truth, I had so much trouble sucking you that first time, I couldn't imagine taking it in my ass."

"But you're bigger than I am, and you figured I could take you?"

"Well, you did," he reminded me. "Hey, are you having regrets already?"

"No. No regrets," I assured him.

"Are you sure? I mean....would you let it happen again?....that kind of no regrets?"

"Yes, I would. I want it to happen again," I said.

"Then it's a moot question," he said.

I couldn't argue with his logic, and I didn't want to. Still, I wondered if he would let me fuck him. He had not said he would turn his ass up for me; only that he would've stopped if I wanted him to.

He had his own bathroom so we showered and washed each other. He was so gentle and tender with me, especially washing between my buns; he seemed to want to make sure I was okay.

Chapter Eight

(The Prize)

I was so proud to be associated with David. Everyone liked him; teachers, students, coaches, you name it. He wasn't loud and boisterous; he kind of drew people to him. He was nice to everyone; he never picked on people or caused others any grief. He always had his school uniform perfect; shirt tucked in all around and buttoned to the top and tie straight. He was very involved in high school; he played quarterback, was on student council, helped build sets for the theatre departments plays and was involved in other things here and there. He was not clueless about life either. He knew what was out in the world; he knew how it worked and how people worked. He was a good student but not the smartest. He was very good at math, and he was interested in world affairs. He would help me with my math homework and I would get a "prize" if I did well on it. Many times my homework session with David went like this:

I usually went to his house because we had relative privacy in his room in the basement. He would explain a problem to me then assign a different problem for me to figure out. If I struggled with it--and sometimes I did on purpose, after the first time he did it--he would put his hand on my thigh and squeeze and give me words or encouragement.

"Come on, think, I just explained it to you. Think about it." And his hand would move up my thigh toward my crotch. "You know, if you get this right, there's a prize for you."

"Yeah? What's the prize?" I asked.

"Well, a B in math instead of a C," he said.

"That's not a prize, that's an earned grade," I said.

"I'm not going to tell you what the prize is, but I'll give you a big hint." With that he got on his knees beside my chair and began mouthing my crotch.

I reached down and put my hand on the back of his head. I could feel his hot breath through my jeans and my shorts.

"Shit, David, how am I supposed to concentrate with you doing that?"

He laughed and rose up. "If I stop, will you concentrate?"

"I don't know if I can, now that you've got me all boned up," I said.

He got up and sat in the chair beside me. "Well, that was just a hint, so you might as well get your mind back on the math problem, cause that's all you're getting till you come up with the answer."

That made me concentrate. I went back to the example he'd shown me and worked the problem a couple of different ways before things just fell into place.

"There, grade that," I said, laying the pencil down.

"Good. That's right. But you've got four more to go," he said.

"Fuck, David, that's not fair," I groaned.

"You think you can pass a math test by answering the first two questions? Get back to work."

The rest of the problems came easier, because I concentrated solely on math, not on the prize; I knew it would be there for me. When I was finished with the assignment, I slammed the pencil down. David took a few minutes to go over them then laid the paper down, a big smile on his face. He reached over and pulled my shirt up and I raised my arms to let him pull it off over my head. He leaned in and began sucking my tits as he groped my crotch. I spread my legs out to give him and my cock more room. He unbuttoned my jeans and I stood up so he could pull them and my shorts down. He slipped my shoes off and took my jeans and shorts off of me, leaving me in my socks. He stayed on his knees and began sucking my cock. My brain lost all track of anything to do with math.

Once, he looked up at me and said, "You know, Little Man, I can see you getting straight A's in math."

My math grade did go up, to a B-plus. Once when he was rewarding me for my good work, his dad knocked on his door. I flew into the closet, but didn't get my clothes; I guess David grabbed them and shoved them under the bed---he was still on his knees when his dad came into the room. I heard his dad ask him what he was looking for.

"I dropped the key to my locker," He said.

"Where's Jon? I thought he was down here studying?" his dad asked.

"He, uh...he's in the bathroom."

His dad told him whatever he'd come in for then left. After that we locked the door. David said it would be easier to explain the door being locked than to explain him giving me head. We realized later that his dad passed right by the bathroom when he left, and the door was standing wide open; he would have seen me in the bathroom if I'd been in there.

"Fuck," David swore, "I wonder what he thought?"

Chapter Nine

(David's Virginity Belongs to Me)

After David and I got together that first time, it was great because nothing changed in our personal life. We still hung out like always, we still worked out after school. We already had a strong emotional connection so it was like we just added sex to it and that made the connection even stronger. We weren't into all of the romantic stuff. He was loving, but without being mushy. We were both still very masculine guys--regular jocks--that happened to have very strong feelings for each other and we were no longer afraid to express those feelings.

Before that first night of being together, when we stayed over, one of us would sleep in the bed and the other on the floor, or when we were at my place he slept on the couch in my room. After that night when I was at his house we slept in the same bed together, holding each other. Nearly every weekend we were at each other's house and we spent most of those weekends having sex. Sex between us was a given almost any time we were alone together. I was always bottom--David loved fucking me and that was enough for me to willingly give up my ass to him--I didn't consider myself his slut but there was denying that I was his steady piece. David did reciprocate in sucking my cock. He loved to sixty-nine. We both did. David said he liked doing it because when I was sucking his cock at the same time, it got him so hot and excited that he was able to do more for me. He meant he was more up to trying to deep throat me. We were both happy with the arrangement. Then one weekend he surprised me.

We had gone up to bed early, excusing ourselves to do homework. We spent a short time in the books, but our real reason for going to his room early was so we could be alone. We spent a short time on homework then we showered together. It was a perfect time to bring up something my swim coach had mentioned to me.

"Jon," he said, "there's no other way to say need to start shaving."

I scowled, feeling my face. I did shave, but only about once every two weeks. He laughed.

"Not just your face. All over. Don't know if you noticed but you've started growing hair on your legs since that growth spurt you had. A little on your chest and under your arms but mostly on your legs. That can cause a drag. Races are won and lost in milliseconds, you need every advantage."

I stood there looking at him for a moment then laughed. "You're serious. Yeah, I know you're serious. I know about hair causing a drag, I just didn't realize I was at that point in my life."

"You're approaching it fast. Might as well get used to it."

"Alright, I'll take care of it."

But I never did. I just kept putting it off. Maybe this was a good time to have David help me take care of it, right then, while we were in the shower.

It seemed that I would be embarrassed to bring it up but when I did he treated it as a legitimate concern and said, sure, he would help me. When I came back from getting the razor and shaving mug he was still in the shower with the water turned down. I thought I would do where I could then let him get the hard to reach places but he took the shaving mug from me.

"You use a shaving mug and brush?" he said, surprised.

"It belonged to my grandfather. My dad used it when he first started shaving and he passed it on to me."

"That's neat," he said as he began working up a lather with the brush. I was surprised when he lathered across my chest.

"You could probably use cream and get a kitten to lick the hair off my chest," I said.

"Now, maybe, but you might as well get used to it. Just be careful you don't slice off those delectable tits," he joked.

He had me raise my right arm then and lathered up my armpit.

"Man, I don't believe I'm doing this, shaving my armpits like a girl," I said. "I'm gonna get all kinds of crap in the showers."

"Everybody understands you're a swimmer," he said.

When he did the other armpit he showed me all the hair after the first swipes of the razor. "You've got a pretty good bush here," he said. He rinsed off the razor and made another few swipes till I was nice and smooth.

"Fuckin' lot of good it does to have a growth spurt and start looking like a man, then you have to look like a boy again," I complained.

"Stop worrying, it'll grow back."

I was even more surprised when Davie knelt down and started lathering up my calves. Then he reached up for the razor and told me to stand still. I watched him run the razor up and down my shins then he turned mem around to shave the muscle.

"It's not going to take long, I'm not very hairy," I said.

"You'd be surprised. Look at this," he said as he rinsed the hair out of the razor.

I was surprised.

He held my leg under the tiny spray of water and ran his hand all over my lower leg to see if it was smooth. Then he lathered up the other leg.

"Don't tell anyone we did this," I said.

He laughed. "Are you kidding me! Hell, no, I'm not telling anyone I shaved your legs for you."

There was something sensual in watching the naked athlete down there shaving my lower legs. When he started lathering my left thigh I felt a tingling in my loins.

"There's a lot more muscle here, I hope all the hair doesn't stop up the drain," he said as he was shaving my thigh. He shaved up then applied more soap and shaved down, then he had me rinse off and he felt where he'd shaved. Satisfied, he went to my right thigh. When he was done there he turned me around and lathered up the backs of my thighs. He shaved them, rinsed the razor and lathered them up for the final swipes. When he was finished he handed the razor and mug up to me, had me rinse off then he wrapped his big hands around my thighs and ran them up and down to make sure I was smooth.

"How's that feel?"

"Weird. But good. Too good; I've got a hardon."

David laughed. "I guess that's a testament to my touch," he said as he turned me around. My cock smacked him in the face. He ignored it and told me to spread my legs. He looked up in my crotch and began lathering me up there. I was surprised the amount of hair he shaved there. Then he lathered my stomach and did away with my treasure trail. I wanted to cry, losing that. He turned me around to double check his work, running is hands up and down my legs.

Then, "You know what...." He reached up for the shaving mug and the razor. "Bend over and set your feet apart." I did as he said, without thinking, without asking why till he started lathering up my butt.

"Do I have hair on my ass?" I asked, surprised.

"Not much but fuzz grows into hair and that little Speedo you wear shows off some of your butt."

So I bent over and let him shave my butt. Then he told me to pull my butt apart. I did but I didn't know why.

"Not that this is going to cause drag but we might as well make a clean sweep of it," he said, and began lathering my ass crack.

"Fuck, man, be careful," I said as he began shaving deep in the crack, even around my asshole.

When he was done he kissed my right butt and smacked it and said, "Smooth as a baby's ass."

"Yeah, I feel like I'm about nine again," I complained.

I rinsed off completely then we both dried off and got in bed. We were immediately wrapped around each other, kissing and generally making out.

"Man, you feel good," he murmured. "So nice and smooth."

"Just don't tell me I feel like a girl," I said.

"Trust me, nothing about you feels like a girl." Then he told me he wanted to try something new.

"Uh-oh," I said.

"Don't worry, you'll like it," he said as he was kissing his way down my stomach.

I expected he would take my cock in his mouth, maybe show me some new technique, but he by-passed my cock altogether and left a trail of spit down into the V of my not smooth crotch and on the inside of my thighs. I spread my legs apart and he shoved them farther apart as he kissed one then the other side of my crotch, way up under my balls. I wondered, is he going to do what I'm thinking? Would he actually do that?

He would.

He did.

I couldn't believe it when he hunkered down, pushing my thighs up for me to take hold of them, and began kissing my butt. I pulled my legs tight against my chest, tilting my butt up off the bed.

"You're gonna like this," he murmured as he began kissing down the inner slopes of my butt, heading for my asshole.

I honestly thought he would stop short of it, but he didn't. He surprised me by licking my asshole.

"Oh, Godd!" I gasped.

"Told you," he said with soft laughter. "I have a confession to make; this is the real reason I shaved your ass."

He quickly advanced from licking to tonguing, then to serious tonguing, probing my asshole with his tongue. He pulled my hole open with his thumbs and shoved is tongue inside me.

"Ohh, Fuucckkkkk!" I cried softly, in total disbelief. I couldn't wrap my head around it, that big David was actually rimming me! He had his tongue in my ass!! I hugged my thighs tightly to my chest, hunkering my butt up for him, wanting more, although I didn't know what more he could give me. It was just too good to be true, and too good to last. He drove me crazy.

"How am I doing?" he asked, his voice muffled.

"Ohh, Geezuss, David....Ohh....Ohhh,'re gonna make me cum doing this!"

"Am I? That's the point isn't it?"

We barely had the exchange of words when I felt the flood gates burst open. I let go of one leg and grabbed my cock. I managed barely a dozen strokes before I was shooting all over myself. It was so intense I couldn't even cry out; it was like the air was lodged in my lungs, choking me. I drenched myself; ropes of cum streaked across my face and chest and shoulders and in my hair and I didn't even know where else. David kept it up till I came down off my high and let go of my legs. He let them rest on his shoulders.

"How was that?" he asked, smiling from his position between my legs.

"Damn!" I swore. "You just shocked the hell out of me. Where the heck did you get that idea, anyway?"

He rose up, dragging his tongue in my crotch, and smiled as he crawled up beside me.

"Saw it on line. Thought I would try it out on you," he said. He chuckled, eyeing the mess I'd made. "Looks like you liked it," he said.

"Fuck, you drove me crazy. I came so fast and so hard. I never came so hard in my life."

"A lot, too," he said. "If you liked it, I liked doing it. Your ass is great."

"I loved it. You can do it to me anytime," I told him. "And I wanta try it on you," I added.

"Anytime," he said.

We were together pretty much all the time, in school, and especially outside of school. I wondered if our friends, especially his, wondered about us spending so much time together. We did everything together sexually; there were so many first times for both of us. Yes, I rimmed him, and it was wonderful. I couldn't believe I did it, but I couldn't believe he'd done it to me. I loved it so much, almost as much as sucking his cock. We did everything except for one thing; David hadn't bottomed for me yet. We blew each other, he rimmed me, and I returned that favor and he fucked me. I wanted to fuck him so badly, but I was afraid to mention it again.

But finally, it did happen.

I well remember that first time he bottomed for me; how could I forget it? I'd had a fight over the phone with my dad about the divorce that had happened a year earlier, and I was really upset. David happened to call and he could tell I was upset about something and he came right over. My mom and sister were out of town at one of my sister's soccer tournaments. When he arrived, we went right up to my room. We were on my bed, I was laying on my back with my knees bent and my feet on the bed looking up at the ceiling and he was sitting in between my legs rubbing my thighs listening to me go on about the argument with my dad. Even when I was finished venting he kept rubbing my thighs. After a few moments of silence he started rubbing higher until he was groping me, getting me hard. Then he crawled between my legs and moved up on top of me and started kissing me lightly; I could say tenderly, like he was trying to soothe my emotions.

"I wanta make it all right," he told me.

If anybody could, David could. He tugged at my shirt and I rose up so he could take it off of me. He started kissing and sucking on my nipples. I liked that. I was rubbing my hands across his shoulders and running my fingers through his hair, moaning softly that it felt good. He moved downward, kissing his way down to my pubes where he started sucking and licking at my cock through my shorts. When my shorts were tented and wet, he bent my legs up and started rimming me through my shorts. Then he straightened up and took off his shirt and shorts, exposing his amazingly hot body. He pulled my shorts off then, and sat on my chest and started feeding me his cock. As I sucked his cock I started to forget about everything going on in my family. Then he started face fucking me and making me feel a lot better about myself.

"You feeling better?" he asked me.

My mouth was full of his cock but I looked up at him, nodding.

He smiled and said, "Let's see if we can make you feel even better." With that he turned around so we could sixty-nine.

I loved that. It was just so good to be sucking his big, thick cock while he was doing the same to mine. It seemed like every lick and thrust pushed us higher into the ecstasy spectrum. And David was getting so much better at deep-throating. He wasn't great at controlling his gag reflex, but he never stopped trying. After a while he rose up and cocked his head around with a goofy smile.

"Listen, Little Man....I, uh....I can make you feel even better," he said, his goofy grin turning to sly.

At first I thought he was going to fuck me which honestly kind of pissed me off because I was thinking that that was not going to make me feel better; I thought he was being selfish. But then he leaned over and got the lube out of my nightstand drawer and much to my great surprise, started putting it on my cock. Then he handed me the bottle and told me to get him ready.

I just looked at him. Finally, I asked, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," he said. "I wanta make you feel better, and I know this will do the trick."

He rose up from my chest and I used the lube and started fingering him. He was really tight and hot. This wasn't the first time I'd fingered him, and he loved it, but he had always been too scared to try taking my cock and I never forced the issue.

David laid his head back, his eyes closed and squirmed around on my finger, riding up and down on it.

"Awww.....Aww, fuck, that feels good," he moaned softly. "Ohh, Mannn, I just know your cock is gonna feel great!"

I could feel his asshole relaxing and loosening up, but my cock was way bigger than my finger. He reached back for my cock, working his hand up and down the shaft, then he eased up off of my finger and squirmed back to wedge the head of my cock between his taut butt muscles. His butt muscles were so tight and hard, I thought he could squeeze my cock off if he clinched them tight enough. With the head of my cock lodged firmly against his hole he rose up and back a little and sat down on it. Just like that; no easing down on it, he just sat down. His face was a grimace of pain. I didn't think he had any idea how much it might hurt.

"Shit!" he yelled really loud, and came back up off of my cock. "Fuck, man, how do you do it?"

"It's okay, man, you don't have to do it," I told him.

"No, I want to," he said. And he repositioned himself on my cock and started going down on it again, this time really slow. He winced at first, but I think he took it better than I did my first time, partly because I also think that on top is an easier position for first time.

I was in a state of shock and awe as I felt his hot, tight ass spread for my cock and then the walls of his ass closing its delicate, soft folds around it as he impaled himself, while I was rubbing his thighs and his chest the whole time. When he was down all the way he sat hard on my loins and squirmed his butt around. Then he leaned down kissed me.

"You got a big cock, you know that?" he said.

I responded by thrusting upward, driving my cock deep in his ass while I stroked his cock. He moaned but bore down hard on my cock. It was only a few times before he told me to stop because he was gonna cum 'cause it felt so amazing. I stopped and let him take over. He started riding me up and down, and the room was filled with our grunts and moans.

"Ohh, Godd, Little Man, why didn't you tell me it felt like this?" he said as he rode up and down on my cock.

"I thought you should be able to tell," I said.

"Geezuss, if guys only knew, there would be guys fucking each other all over the place," he said.

He was so tight, and his ass was so alive, I knew I couldn't last very long with him being in charge. Past a certain point neither of us even tried to hold off. Without warning he shot all over my chest and face and I shot my load up inside him.

He teetered over me for a bit then collapsed on top of me with a soft, "Fuucckkkk! That was awesome!"

We stayed like that for a while till he thought he was getting too heavy. I told him he wasn't, but he got up. We showered together, then made dinner and watched a movie and relaxed together on the couch. We didn't bother to get dressed because we were alone in the house.

That weekend was great because we were together the whole time and we fucked almost nonstop, all over the house. It was mostly with me bottoming, but he did let me fuck him again, this time on his back. That was how it was, with me bottoming, but I never figured out why. I know he liked it when I fucked him but I think he just thought that since he was older he got to decide who took it. Which sucked a little because even though I didn't mind bottoming for him I wasn't yet all that fond of being fucked. I let him fuck me because I would do anything for him. I loved when we would just lay naked together afterwards and relax and he would hold me. He loved that I was Italian, although I had to shave during swim season, but he said he didn't mind that. I can honestly say he was the only man I ever felt so strongly for. Other than him it has only been girls I have felt that way about.

David loved my ass. He had a beautiful, solid, bubble butt, but he said mine was awesome. It was awesome when our families weren't home so we could be as loud as we wanted. We did it in the car a few times at night; that was hot because he had a jeep so he folded the seats down and I was on my back with my feet against the top of the vehicle. Once he fucked me on the hood of the Jeep, with me leaning back against the windshield. We always kissed during sex; deep, passionate kisses. It made it more like we were making love than just having sex. We never had anal at school although we blew each other a few times when we found the opportunity. Like one time in the carpentry shop while we were the only ones working.

Also throughout this time we dated girls off and on to ward off any suspicions. But neither of us ever got really physical with girls after we got so into each other.

I didn't pressure him into bottoming for me because he said I was too hung and it hurt too much. He was hung too but I had outpaced him when I had my growth spurt. I was a little over 8-1/2; pretty big for a boy my age. He was about 8 inches, and he was thick. He was always gentle with me, but he liked me moaning a lot when he fucked me. I think the idea that it hurt a little turned him on. I am thicker though, so that's partly the reason I never pressured him. And part of his makeup was, he liked being in control; and I enjoyed letting him be the dominant. I figured that somehow played a big part in making him the officer he became.

We were together every chance we had. We were both insatiable, and I think by that time we took each other's love for granted. We didn't say it a lot, but we both knew it.

One of the hottest times we had was one time in the middle of the night he decided to live out a fantasy that he'd had; a rape fantasy. He waited till I was sound asleep, then suddenly I was awakened with a hand over my mouth and a big hard, slick cock being shoved in my ass. It scared the shit out of me. I was half asleep and I was on my side and I couldn't see David and I didn't know what the hell was happening. He was being rough and he was muttering curses and degrading things at me and it was scary till I came fully awake and realized that it was him. I got into it then, pretending to fight him off, and it was hot as hell. Later, I fucked him, I think as a reward for going along with his fantasy.

Chapter Ten

(The Camping Trip)

We had never gone camping together and David thought it would be a great idea. That was the beginning of many such trips. We drove to a place about an hour and a half outside the city. It was wilderness, not easily accessible; we had to park and hike some distance to a camping spot. We went deep in the woods where we could be alone. My family had a nice tent, from when we were a family, and we took two sleeping bags and zipped them together for us to share. We brought food to cook over the fire. David knew how to stack the wood just right to make great fires. We brought beer along too. We both loved hiking and David wanted to be behind me, he said so he could look at my legs and thighs, and my butt. Our hikes weren't uneventful. We didn't go by the beaten path, but made our own path through the woods. It was like we wanted to get as far away from people and civilization as possible. At one point climbing up a steep hill, a limb that I was hanging onto broke off and I lost my balance and started to fall backwards. David, being behind me to ogle my thighs and my butt, caught me and pushed me upright but he didn't let go. His hands stayed around my waist and he moved up beside me.

"Being out here in the wilderness with you makes me horny as hell," he said.

"I figured. I wondered when you were going to admit it," I said jokingly.

"I wondered when you were going to do something about it," he said.

"Sounds like a personal problem to me," I said. "But we can take a break and give you a chance to haul it out and take care of it. I'll keep watch while you jack off."

"You fucker! I was gonna do you, but just for that....." he said, and grabbed me by the back of my neck and forced me to my knees.

I went down, willingly and laughing and helped him undo his hiking shorts and haul his cock out. He kept watch while I sucked him off. It was exciting. I don't think I would have stopped even if someone came up on us.

We were camped beside a real nice creek. We had seen No Swimming signs posted at other places and we knew it probably meant no swimming anywhere in the creek, but it would be hard to police it where we were at and we went swimming anyway. We hadn't brought swimsuits so we swam in our shorts. I don't know why we didn't go bare assed. We horsed around and played grab ass, but we didn't take it to sex. We went back to our tent and changed into dry shorts then got dressed.

At nightfall David built a nice fire and we hung our wet shorts close to the fire then we sat around and talked about things like school and what we would do after graduation; him sooner than me, of course. We didn't cuddle a lot outside the tent because we were afraid someone might come upon us. We were as far away from people as we could get but someone could still come up on us, unseen in the dark. But we sat close enough that our legs would touch and I might touch his arm or something; we could pull away if someone came by.

"I'm going to build the fire up, then let's go swimming again, naked this time," David said.

"It'll be chilly, with the sun gone down," I said.

"Don't worry, we'll have the fire. And if that doesn't do it, I have ways of warming you up," he said.

I was all for it. I stood up and started taking off my clothes and tossing them in the tent while David stoked and added more wood to the fire. He stood up to take his clothes off and saw me standing there in my shorts.

"Naked this time," he said. "We've never had sex underwater. Let's don't waste this opportunity."

"You had your opportunity when you lured me into the lake," I said.

"Hell, you even had me bound and gagged and blindfolded."

"You don't know how bad I wanted to," he said.

"Seriously?" I asked. It was the first time he'd ever indicated that he had those feelings that early on.

"Seriously. Well, I wasn't completely sure about things back then, but there was something going in on my head."

I pulled my shorts off as he did and we walked to the creek. We didn't dive, it would have been foolish, but we waded into the deepest part where we could swim. We wrestled and horsed around and played grab ass again and this time we did take it to sex. He was the first to initiate it. He dove under and sucked my cock underwater. I was surprised he was able to stay under so long. He came up gasping for air.

"That the best you can do?" I chided him.

"You can do better? Show me," he said.

"I can do a lot better," I said. I knew I could because I was a far better swimmer than David. I dove under and took his cock in my mouth and began sucking him. I stayed calm and collected and was giving him a good blowjob when he suddenly pulled his cock out of my mouth and dove under and kissed me. It was hot as hell because he brought air down to me and I went back down on him. I sucked him for an incredible length of time before I had to go up for air.

"You're some kind of water mammal," he said when I broke the surface. "I think you could've stayed under long enough to get me off."

"Wanta try a sixty nine?" I asked. "I'm a better swimmer, I'll be on the bottom."

That was hot too, floating downstream while we sucked each other's cocks. It ended when I tilted us over and put him on the bottom and damn near drowned him. He came up sputtering and laughing.

"Let's take this back to the tent," he said, taking my hand to lead me out of the creek.

Back at the campfire, he got towels out of the tent and wrapped one around me and dried me off, then wrapped the other dry towel around me.

"You're gonna need this," I said, starting to shrug it off.

"I'll dry off by the fire," he said as he led me over and sat me down on the chunk of log close to the fire.

"How come you always do that? Look after me and take care of me like that?" I asked.

"Because you need taking care of," he said.

"No I don't."

"Okay, maybe you don't but just let me, okay? I want to take care of you, so let me."

I never said that again. I let him take care of me.

When he had the fire stoked up and blazing good we went into the tent. David pulled the sleeping bags up to the opening and folded the tent flaps back so we could lie and watch the fire. We crawled in the sleeping bags together and snuggled close to keep warm. We gazed into the fire and then looked at each other. It was an electrifying moment. David leaned over and brushed his lips over mine. I brushed back, a little hard. He kissed me. I kissed him back, harder.

"God, I love you so much," he whispered as he rolled me onto my back and moved half on top of me.

"Ohh, Godd, David," I whispered, nearly overwhelmed, for it was the first time he'd ever said he loved me. I couldn't answer him with his mouth covering mine and his tongue down my throat. His cock was hardening against my hip and mine was hardening up over my stomach. He moved down and took it in his mouth and sucked me with such tenderness that he had never displayed before.

"I wanta fuck you. Then you can fuck me," he said.

He knew I wouldn't voice any objection and he moved right to it, positioning himself between my legs, lifting them onto his shoulders and aiming his cock. I wondered about lube but he used spit. It was one of the most wonderful fucks I ever had from him. And one of the longest. By the time he was finished, the fire had all but gone out and there was a chill that neither of us had noticed till it washed over our sweaty bodies when we were done.

"I better go douse the fire," he said. "Then you can fuck me."

When he came back in the tent and crawled in beside me he lay with his back to me, offering me his butt. I spooned him, laying my hard cock in the crack of his ass and wrapped my arm around him but I made no move to fuck him. He raised his head and looked around at me, a questioning look on his handsome face.

"I'm okay with this for now," I said quietly. "I just want to hold you."

"Hold me, then," he said. "I love you, Little Man."

For some reason, I never told him I loved him. I did, deeply, but I didn't say it.

Sometime in the night I fucked him. I woke up and he was sprawled on his stomach with legs spread and his arms stretched up over his head, sleeping soundly. I lay and watched for the longest time. He was so damned good looking, and the way he was built, it made me fluttery in my stomach. I kept looking at him, my eyes raking up and down his naked body, coming to rest each time on his incredible butt. I found the lube and drizzled some into the crack of his ass. Then I crawled between his legs and hunkered over him, aiming my cock between slick butt. My cock found his asshole almost on its own, like it was a heat seeking missile and it found the hottest point. I was gentle but determined and I penetrated his hole rather easily. I heard a grunting groan and he lifted his head.

"Fuck, what a way to wake a guy up," he moaned. He never indicated that I'd hurt him at all.

It was a long, slow, gentle fuck, and David responded to my every move, humping back and even thrusting his butt to meet the thrusts of my cock.

"Ohhh, Damn, Little Man, you know how to fuck!" he groaned at one point.

When I came in him he was on his elbows, really humping back against my loins, more or less fucking himself on my cock, and I thought he might cum too. When I finished I started to raise up but he reached around with a hand on my butt and held me tight.

"Lay on me, stay inside me," He said.

"Did you come?" I whispered in his ear.

"No. Later," he said.

Later we sixty-nined. Later still, he fucked me again. He had gone out to build the fire and when he came back in we lay side by side on our stomachs, watching the flames. He put his hand on my butt and began squeezing it. His finger found its way between my buns, found my hole and found its way inside me. He was squirming his finger around deep inside me, rubbing my prostate, and I was squirming my butt around against his hand.

"That feeling good?" he asked.

"Yeah, but I know you can do better," I said.

"Fucker," he growled, and he crawled on top and fucked me again.

Like I said, that was the first of many camping trips. David was insatiable when we were out in the woods, and he was more loving. I liked that about him, and to this day, I still get a tingly horny feeling when I'm in a woods and remember our times together.

Then my world caved in. A couple of weeks before he graduated, we were laying in his bed, relaxing and recuperating from a hard fuck, him the top, and out of the blue he said he had something he had to tell me. I thought, Oh God, he's going to break up. I felt my stomach churn. I almost wanted to get up and leave before I had a chance to hear it. But I stayed, and waited, and listened.

"I've enlisted in the Army," he said.

I didn't know what to say. It was like a knife had been shoved in my guts, it hurt that bad to hear him say it. I was scared for him; an enlistment in the Army these days meant one thing... Iraq. Suddenly I was mad. I got up and began getting dressed.

David sat up in bed. "Where're you going? You don't have to leave."

"Yeah, I do," I snapped, barely able to contain my anger. I didn't like being mad at David, but I didn't deserve this. I left him lying there, naked and bewildered and looking so damned sexy and handsome it made me want to cry.

I didn't talk to him for several days. Our friends were like "wow" because we all of a sudden we weren't hanging with each other. I had a couple of kids ask me what was the matter; I told them we were just into finals and all that. I don't think they believed me. Those who knew us, knew that we were too tight to let anything come between us, not even finals. I knew I had to come to grips with it. I couldn't face the possibility of him being sent off to Iraq with this big gaping hole between us. I thought he would come to me. He didn't. No reason why he should; I had walked out on him. Graduation was coming up and that was something I wanted to celebrate that with him. And I needed to buy him a gift.

I tried to think it all through, and somehow justify it in my mind. We would be separated anyway once he graduated; he would be going off to college. But the guy had volunteered for the Army; that was an act of manly bravery in itself, and I was acting like a scorned pussy. I was ashamed of myself. I swallowed my pride and reached down and found my balls and decided I had to act like a man. I approached him at his locker where he was talking to one of his teammates. He saw me and told the guy "Later, dude," and the guy walked off. Then David turned to me, but only for a second of recognition, then faced his open locker.

"David, I'm sorry," I said.

"For what?" he asked, sounding rather sullen.

"Don't make this any harder than it is," I said.

"You're the one who made it hard," he said.

"You're not going to cut me any slack, are you?"

"I thought you would be proud of me," he said.

"I was. I am. But I'm scared for you," I said.

He looked at me and the stern, harsh look left his face.

"It's okay to be scared," he said. "I probably will be too. But the Army will teach me how to take care of myself."

"I just thought we could have talked about it," I said.

"There was nothing to talk about. It's a personal decision." He turned more toward me, slung one leg cocked out like he always did when he was about to make a point. "I don't like what those bastards did to us in New York City. I want to do something about it."

"I know. Just be careful. When will you leave?" I asked.

"You didn't give me a chance to explain about that. It's a delayed enlistment. I won't be going in right away. I'm going on to school, with the understanding that they can call me up anytime." Then he did the damndest thing; I couldn't believe it. He took my head in his big hands and said, "Don't worry, Little Man, I will be careful. I will come back to you." Then he pulled my head in and kissed me on the forehead. Just like that. He didn't even look around to see if anyone was watching. Someone was. Several kids saw it.

I saw one guy coming towards do a little double take and raise his eyebrows. As he walked by, he smacked David on the ass and said, "Glad to see you two have made up."

David and I just gaped at each other.

"My Godd, he knows!" I gasped.

"Naw, he just knows we haven't been hanging out together lately. Everybody knows that."

I turned and looked at the guy walking down the hallway. I wasn't so sure.

"Hey, I kissed you on the forehead, it wasn't a full mouth kiss," David said. "If you really want to start a rumor, I could do that."

"No!" I said. I thought he might be serious. I was so happy that we were okay again. Going off to school would be okay; we could still see each other.

For graduation I gave him a flask that I had engraved. I went to the library where the seniors were donning their gowns but he was nowhere to be found.

"He said he had to go up to his locker for something," someone said.

I went up the stairs and down the darkened hallway. "David," I said quietly, unable to see very well.

"Down here," he said.

I followed his voice and was able to see him as I got closer, standing at his open locker. He was already in his gown but he was in his sock feet.

"I brought you something," I said.

"You didn't need to do that," he said as he drew his leg up to slip his shoe on and tie it; then the other one. I saw his bare calves but didn't wonder much about it.

"Yes I did. I wanted to," I said.

"Listen, would you mind checking to see that all the buttons are buttoned? I don't see why they don't put zippers in these things."

"Sure." I set the gift in the top of his locker and knelt down to check the buttons; there must have been over twenty of them. The bottom ones weren't buttoned and I pulled the gown apart to see how far up it was open. That's when I saw his bare calves again, and on up to his bare knees.

"Fuck," I said as I pulled the gown apart nearly all the way. He didn't have any pants on, and no shirt. He was in just his briefs! I heard him laugh and looked up at him. "Are you serious?" I said in disbelief.

"I was gonna go naked but I was afraid I'd get a hardon."

The idea that he would do this sent chills through me. As I imagined him walking up to get his diploma with his gown tented I got so excited I was shaking.

"Are any of the rest of the guys doing this?" I asked.

"Maybe a couple, I don't know for sure, though, if they'll have the balls to go through with it."

"But you will," I said.

"Hell, yeah. What do you think, should I take off the shorts?"

"It'd be hot as hell, sitting out there knowing you're naked under your gown, but if you pop a boner, you're liable not to get your diploma. Even if they find out you're in just your shorts......"

"Maybe you could fix it so I don't pop a boner," he said.

"Here? Now?"

"It's gotta be here and now, or never," he said. "Come on, aren't you a little bit turned on with the idea of having sex in the hallway with hundreds of people out there in the gym?"

"And your classmates wondering where you are?" I added.

"I'll be able to see if anybody comes up. If they do, you're well hidden, you just stand up, and you were just here checking on me."

I was a lot turned on. I was turned on just seeing his big hands down there ready to shove his shorts down. I pulled them down myself and his big cock fell out and hit me in the face. I took it in my mouth and started sucking him. He popped his boner in nothing flat and I devoured him. There wasn't time for a proper blowjob; this was all about getting him off. I never liked quickies but this was exciting as hell; I was down on my knees in the hallway at school, sucking big David's cock so he could go naked under his gown!

We worked in tandem; I sucked him and he fucked my throat. It was hard to keep the moans and groans in check but we had to. I just hoped to hell David was keeping an eye out, in both directions, because I was hidden with his gown around me. I paused every minute or so to stroke his cock with my hand; the need to get him off was sort of urgent.

"You're getting me there," he hissed quietly. "Don't stop!....just keep sucking, I'm getting close....use your tongue more.....don't stop....oh, fuck.....fuck, man, it's coming! I'm coming, Little Man....awwhhh.....awww, Godd, take it!....take my load!"

Suddenly he was shooting cum in my mouth so hard it felt like he might knock me backwards. I took it with joyous gusto and swallowed it as fast as he gave it to me. No time to savor it. He came hard; his legs were trembling. I was careful to make sure he was drained before I released his cock, so there wouldn't be any stains on the front of his gown.

David leaned back against the locker while I finished buttoning his gown. He steadied me as I got to my feet. That's when I realized I had a huge boner. I grabbed his hand and pressed it into my crotch.

"What am I supposed to do with this?" I asked.

Fuck, man." The way he uttered the words as he squeezed my hardon, I thought he might go down on me but just then someone yelled up from the stairs.

"Hey, David, we're waiting on you; get your sorry ass down here!"

David grabbed his shorts and pulled them on.

"I thought you were going to go naked."

"Maybe I better not," he said.

I took the gift I'd brought, thinking I would wait and give it to him later. But he took it and walked down the hall to a window to open it.

"It's engraved," I said.

He read the engraving aloud. "David, you are one of the best men I know. Thanks for everything. Love, Your Lil Bro."

"Wow! Thanks," he said, smiling. "I'll carry it with me over there."

I took it to keep it for him. Before he closed his locker, he said, "Wait," and pulled me into his arms, tight, and kissed me. As we were going down the stairs David said, "Hey, I'll pay you back later." I went on into the gym while he went to the library. Not that he owed me anything but he paid me back in spades.

Luckily, my Mom and sister were out of town again so after all the grad parties David and I had time to spend the weekend alone together at my place. It was a great time! All we did was eat and suck and screw around, pretty much everywhere in the house. If my Mom only knew where all we had sex. Hell, on the sink cabinets, on the dining room table, on the kitchen table. David laughed when he was fucking me at my mother's place at the table, and when he pulled his cock out some cum ran out of my ass. When he was cleaning it up he missed some. I pointed it out to him.

"I didn't miss it. I'm leaving that little bit of evidence that you have to explain," he said, laughing.

Chapter Eleven


We had the summer then David went away to college, about two hours away. I visited him when I could and got a hotel room most times. The times I didn't it was very frustrating, but it was also enough, just to be with him. I was in my junior year; it was my turn to be a Big Brother. There was the initiation and I teamed up with a young kid named Tomas Salvatore, I think because he had some Italian blood too, and he was cute as fuck. He was a wrestler. I said he was a young kid. He was fourteen, I was seventeen, but he looked younger. It was the same initiation, just a different bunch of kids.

Tomas went off the cliff, yelling through the gag in his mouth. I waited a few seconds then jumped off myself. As I plunged into the water, I thought of David and how he must have felt when he had jumped in after me. I found Tomas, scared and struggling in the deep, and brought him to the surface. I quickly tore off the gag so he could suck in air.

"Congratulations, Bro. I'm Jon. I'm your Big Brother."

That night, so we wouldn't appear to be too "out of it" I made Tomas crawl into my sleeping bag with me, naked. I was naked too.

"Don't worry, it's only for appearances," I assured him as our bodies rubbed together.

"They told me I might have something," he said nervously.

"You don't," I said.

"I will," he said, "if I have to."

"You don't have to.

"I will, though, if it's part of the initiation," he said.

"You can just say you did," I told him. I thought he might want to do something, but he wasn't saying what, and I wasn't going to suggest anything. I thought of David. He had not made me do anything like that, and I wasn't going to make this kid do anything or even make him feel like he had to. He did get a hardon during the night--so did I--but I think it was just the natural reaction of our bodies touching. At one point I thought about telling him he could jack me off, but I didn't. Nothing happened, and I was proud of myself for that, although I learned later that young Tomas was disappointed.

When David and I were together all that time, we never did anything with another guy except for one time. While he was away at school I fucked around with another guy. I felt really bad about it and I told him. I didn't really expect him to understand, but I he was kinda pissed. Okay, he was just plain mad. He was really rough with me when he fucked me that night. But he got over it eventually. I just didn't know that we were not seeing other people. We hadn't made any kind of agreement.

Then the other shoe dropped. David was called up to report for duty. I felt a crushing weight when he called to tell me. I thought he would finish college first but he said they needed officers, and he had aced some tests so they would take him and he would finish college later. I never got a chance to see him before he reported for basic training. We corresponded through letters and a couple of phone calls while he was in basic and advanced combat training.

He was commissioned a second lieutenant. He wrote to say that he would be coming home on for a few days leave before going to his permanent duty station. I was nervous about seeing him again, but I couldn't wait. I was afraid he would see me as a boy now. I was even more afraid when I first saw him in uniform when I went to pick him up at the bus station. My Godd! If he was hot and sexy before....well, he made me weak in the knees, and I just knew he wouldn't be all that interested anymore in a boyish, high school civilian, as I knew he would surely see me.

But he came toward me, all smiles, dropping his bag before he got to me, and pulled me into a big bear hug. His muscular arms felt wonderful, and his body felt solid against mine

"Fuck, it's good to see you," he said in my ear.

"It's great to see you," I said. "Damn, you look good."

"So do you," he said. "You feel good," he added, just before he stepped back a little.

"So do you. You feel like a rock," I said.

"Yeah, the Army does that to you," he said as he stepped back to pick up his bag.

"What are your plans? How long will you be home?" I asked, as we walked to my car.

"Nine days, and my plans are to see my folks, and some other people, then....." he paused, with a big smile. "Then I want to get a motel room way out of town and not come out for a couple of days."

"You're going to just disappear from family and friends for two whole days?"

"Nobody will miss me; I'll tell everybody I'm visiting people," he said.

He spent not quite two days with his folks, then he got together with some old school friends--he brought me in on that-and some time with other people; I think mostly relatives. I used the time to get ready. I threw some things in a bag and put it in my truck. I went to a drug store and bought a bottle of lube, several duo-paks of Fleet and some condoms, just in case. I thought the five days would never pass. Then he called me. I was just getting out of the shower when the phone rang.

"I've got a room," he said.

"When should I pick you up?" I asked.

"As fast as you can haul your tight ass over here," he said.

I laughed. "Somehow, I don't think my ass is going to be so tight after two days and nights with you."

"It's gonna be one for one, Little Man," he said.

"What do you mean, one for one; is that some kind of game you learned in basic training?"

"Man, there was nothing going on in basic training," he said. "No, it means it's gonna be a two way street, all the way."

"That sounds like a plan," I said eagerly. "My tight little ass just got out of the shower; give me about a half hour."

"Twenty minutes," he said.

"Nineteen," I said.

I was so happy that he was treating me no differently, although he seemed so much older and more mature. I took the time to get one of the Fleets out of my truck and flush; I knew David would be anxious and I wanted to be immediately ready for him. When I picked him up at his house, he had a small bag, and a cooler.

"Swing by a liquor store so I can get some beer and ice," he said.

When he came out of the liquor store with the ice and beer, he told me to find a drug store.

"I've already taken care of that," I said.

He smiled. "Everything?"

"Everything we'll need," I said.

"Fuck, man, I have dreamed of this for so long," David said as we were driving to the motel.

"Do you want me to pull off in a cornfield or somewhere?" I asked.

"Don't tempt me," he said.

At the motel, he wasted no time. I carried the cooler in while David brought our two bags. He tossed the bags on the bed and kicked the door shut with his foot and grabbed me into his arms all at the same time. The kiss came right on the heels. His passion was boiling over. His mouth locked tightly over mine, his tongue flicking, probing my mouth, dancing with my own. His breathing was ragged.

"Let's get you out of these clothes," he said huskily.

"You, too," I said, and pulled his shirt out of his jeans. He had not worn his uniform because he didn't want to attract undue attention to us.

We were naked in record time. Our hands followed our eyes over each other's bodies.

"You put on a few pounds," I said, clasping my hands around his tight waist then running them up his side, then over his thick pecs. "All in the right places," I added.

"You haven't missed many workouts yourself," he said, feeling my arms and shoulders. "Damn, Little Man, you're not so little anymore. You've really grown up." I felt a little funny that he'd thought I was such a kid before. Then he held me at arm's length; his eyes seemed to be searching mine, for what, I couldn't tell.

"I'm not going to be gentle at first," he said hoarsely as he was turning me around by his hands on my hips.

"I'm ready," I said as I reached for my bag on the bed. I got the lube and handed it to him. He deftly flipped the cap open with his thumb and drizzled some lube onto his cock, and some in the crack of my ass. His other hand kept a solid grip on my side and then he was urging me to bend over the dresser.

I bent over on my elbows and watched in the mirror as he took his stance behind me, then felt the heat of his cock against my asshole. I wanted to tell him to take it easy at least going in, but it would've been out of place, and sounded wimpy. I reminded myself that this was a highly trained killer about to fuck me, and I could be no less a man for him. He clasped his hands around my hips and held me tight as he applied pressure. I felt the muscles surrounding my asshole stretching then my hole itself giving way. David's eyes were glued to my ass so he never saw my terrible wince when he entered me, and I managed to make no sound even though it hurt like hell. When he said he wasn't going to be gentle, he wasn't kidding. He slid right in to the hilt.

"Aww, Fuck, Jon....Ohhh, it's just like I remember it," he moaned as he twisted his lean hips around, causing his cock to lob around inside my ass.

"I don't remember you being so big," I said, half joking, doing my best to hide the pain.

"Fuck, I have dreamed of this every night," he said. When his memories of how my ass felt were confirmed in his mind, he began fucking me. He didn't rape me, but he wasn't gentle. He plowed my ass like the soldier he was, almost as if I was his vanquished spoils of war, to be used for his pleasure. His cock felt incredibly wonderful in my ass, and I relished the feel of his hairy, muscular thighs against mine. Even his big, strong hands felt good gripping my hips.

"You okay, Little Man?" he asked between strokes.

"I'm never okay when you fuck me," I said.

Then we were quiet except for our soft moans, my whimpers, our heavy breathing, the mushy wet sounds of his cock thrusting in and out of my hole and the slap-slap-slap-slap of David's loins against my butt. It was music to my ears, and such a long time since I'd heard the tune, and the rhythm of his steady beat was soon going to make me explode.

"I'm not gonna try to hold off; let's try to do this together," he said as he reached one hand around to take hold of my cock.

I was thankful for that; I just hoped he didn't get me off too quickly and leave himself trailing. He didn't. David had not forgotten how to be attuned to my body. He could gauge my buildup by my whimpers and moans and tiny outcries, and the response of my ass to his driving cock. It was a perfect welcome home first climax.

"Getting' close," he whispered hoarsely, as he fucked me harder, and pumped my cock with a tighter grip. His thick fingers were tight around the head of my cock when he jacked upward. Suddenly he lunged and buried his cock and left it there as his hips lurched and his breathing became choked. He was cumming big time. I felt the heat of his load being shot deep in my guts, bathing the walls of my ass with his thick semen. The hard pump of his cock with each load sent shivers through me and I felt my own trigger trip. I wondered how long it'd been for him.

"OOOohhhhhhh!" I groaned loudly as my climax overtook my senses. David pulled me upward so he was pressed tightly against my back. His left arm came across my chest as his right hand pumped my cock. I let loose with a blast of semen that shot across the dresser and splattered all over the mirror with loud splats. I came so hard my asshole ached, as did my balls. By the time I was done the mirror was whitewashed almost from top to bottom.

When I was able to focus, I saw David smiling. "Damn, fucker, how long have you been saving that up for me?"

"That wasn't saved up," I said. "It was only since you've been home, waiting for us to get together. It felt like about three months worth that you shot up inside me."

He held me tight till we stopped shaking then he eased back to withdraw his cock. I knew I was going to lose some of his semen before my asshole could close up and I was embarrassed that David was watching as his cock popped free of my ass and the stuff started draining out. But he only smiled, and reached down and scooped it up with his fingers and rubbed it over my ass and took more and rubbed it over my inner thighs. Then he shoved a couple of fingers in my ass, I guess to see if it was tightening up.

"Come on, I'll get you washed up," he said as he took my hand and led me into the shower.

Under the shower, David washed my body like he was worshipping me. It was such a wonderful sight, watching him down on his haunches, working up a lather on my thighs and then over my cock and balls. I did the same to him, then we dried each other off and went in to the bed.

"We should clean off the mirror," I said.

"Naw, leave it for the maid," he said.

"If we leave it there for two days, she'll have to use a razor blade to scrape it off,' I said, and went to get a wash cloth and one of our used towels to clean it off.

"I don't think I ever saw you shoot like that," David said as he lay on the bed watching me.

"I don't think I ever shot a load like that," I said.

When I came back to the bed, David pulled me against him and I laid my head on his broad chest.

"Every night I dreamed of us like this," he said.

"While you jacked off, I'll bet," I said, jokingly, but he didn't laugh.

"No, like I said, nothing went on during basic."

I lifted my head to look at him. "You never got off one load the whole time?"

"No. Believe it or not. Not that I was intentionally saving it up; there just wasn't the opportunity. They don't give you a spare moment and there is no privacy."

"Well, we've got two whole days and nights of spare moments," I said.

"Yeah, and we're wasting them, lying her talking," he said. He eased me up from his chest and moved down on the bed. "Something else I've dreamed about," he said as he crawled between my legs.

My heart fluttered as he lifted my rubbery cock from my hip and took it in his mouth.

"David....why don't we make it a sixty nine," I said.

"Next time. This one's about you," he said, then went down on my cock.

There was a lot of that two days and nights that was about me. I felt it in almost every word he spoke, and every touch, every move. There was no morning, or day or night. Time stood still. We ordered out for food whenever we were hungry. Once when we ordered pizza, I went to the door in my briefs to pay. The young delivery boy gave me a "holy shit" look and could barely get it out how much I owed him. He looked at naked David over my shoulder and I think he started drooling. I almost invited him in for a quick interlude, but I didn't know how David would feel about that so I paid him and sent him on his way.

"If you guys need anything else, just call. My name's Jake," he said, with one last, longing look over my shoulder at David.

"Thanks, Jake," I said.

When the maid came to clean we asked her for clean towels and sent her on her way. There were two beds so we didn't need her to clean or change sheets. True to his word, I fucked David as many times as he fucked me. We spent hours sixty-nining, sucking each others cocks and rimming each other. We got pretty adept at rimming in the sixty nine position. David showed a new interest and eagerness in rimming me, and a new determination in deep-throating. One time when we lying across the bed in a sixty nine, he picked me up as he stood off the bed, and held me upside down to suck his cock and he rimmed me at the same time. Afterwards, he ordered pizza again.

"Ask for Jake to deliver it," I told him.

He smiled as he told them to send Jake with our pizza. "That's okay, we can wait till Jake comes on duty," he said. When he hung up the phone he looked at me. "You got a thing for Jake?"

"Jake's got a thing for you," I said. "He couldn't keep his eyes off of you. He kept looking over my shoulder at you. Hell, I could've given him two dollar bills instead of two tens and he wouldn't have known it."

"Do you want to invite him in when he gets here?"

"It's up to you; I wouldn't mind. But I don't know if he could take the time," I said.

"Ask him," David said.

"No, give him a thrill, you pay this time; you ask him."

I stood back and watched when David answered the door, naked. The boy's expression was priceless. David didn't have his money with him and he had to come back to get it out of his wallet; while the boy ogled his butt.

"He looks awfully young, like high school," David said under his breath.

"Are you listening to yourself? You were high school once; I still am," I reminded him.

David went back to pay him while I ogled his ass. I waited to see if he invited the boy in. He paid him but didn't have the tip, and he left the boy at the door again, still holding the pizza.

"I didn't get your tip," David said, and came back to get his wallet. He waved the boy in. "You can put the pizza on the table there," he told him.

The boy put the pizza on the table then reached over and closed the door. Yeah, he wanted to stay.

David turned around and gave him his tip. "You wanta stick around and have a bite with us; have a beer? Or would you get in trouble?"

"I would definitely get in trouble with the beer," he said nervously. He glanced at his watch. "I would like to stay, but....."

Before he could finish, David picked up the phone and handed it to him. Call in and tell 'em your car won't start, you're waiting on somebody to come and jump-start you. I'll vouch for you if you need me to."

The boy's eyes lit up and he dialed the phone. He told them the story and hung up, a look of relief on his face.

"They bought it," he said excitedly.


There was a brief, silent, awkward moment before David spoke up.

"Either you're overdressed or we're underdressed, and since it's our room, why don't you get comfortable," he said.

The boy tugged his shirt out of his pants. I saw his hands were shaking. "I....I've....never done anything like this before. I've wanted to but I never have."

"What do you think we're going to do?" David asked.

"Don't hassle him, David," I said.

"Well, I....I was....hoping," the boy stammered as he moved his hands from his belt.

David laughed and smacked him on the butt. "Sex it is," he said.

And sex it was. In something over two hours, the boy learned everything he needed to know about sex with other guys. David even fucked him for his very first time. Then I did. He loved it. And he fucked both of us. We tangled up in a triple sixty-nine, only I don't know what that adds up to. He left on wobbly legs, one happy delivery boy. David and I showered again, slept for a short while then got back at it again. We wanted to cram all the sex we could into the short time we had together. We didn't know it, but that would be our last time together before he went overseas.

That time was more poignant because it was the first and only time I ever saw David cry. He was fucking, he was making love to me, as if somehow he knew, subconsciously, that we might not ever be together again. He was hunkered over me, his chest and stomach pressed against me, his hard muscles writhing against mine, slick with our sweat despite the air conditioning. He was speaking hoarsely uttered words between soft moans, telling me how wonderful our time was together, how he loved my body, loved my cock, loved fucking me, and how much he was going to miss me. In the end he told me how much he loved me and when he said that, that was when I felt his body shudder, his taut stomach muscles trembling against mine. I thought at first that he was cumming, but he kept on fucking me, and I realized that he was crying when I felt the wetness of his tears against my neck and the side of my face.

I was swept away with emotion, and I began to tear up too. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and held him tight, leaving barely room for him to move to thrust his cock, and he settled for simply rotating his hips around to make his cock lob around inside me.

"It's okay, Big Man," I told him. "We've had this time together and it's been incredible, and you'll come back. Nothing's gonna happen to you over there." I took his face in my hands and lifted his head so I could look in his eyes. "I love you David. I love you so damned much it makes me ache inside." He choked and a huge tear fell on my lips, then another. I licked them off. "You know you always come back for more," I said with a smile.

"I know. And I will. You're worth coming back for. You're worth staying alive for," he said. "I just hate to leave you. Godd, how I hate to leave you." The whole time, he was fucking me.

It was barely a few short weeks later that David and his men he'd trained with were shipped out to Iraq. He told me over the phone, that his deployment would be immediate. He said there wasn't time for him to come home, even to see his parents. I kept my composure till he hung up, then I cried like a baby. I felt like my world had come to an end. I didn't even have a chance to tell him goodbye properly. He gave me his unit assignment; the battalion and regiment, his combat team and division which I hurriedly wrote down.

I didn't hear from him for weeks, and there was no way I could contact him. Finally, I got a very short email, telling me not where he was but only that he had "arrived" and he was okay. Nothing else.

Hey Little Man, Just want to let you know I'm doing fine. I might sound crazy but I like it over here. I like what we're doing. Listen up, this will be the only time I mention this and I want you to delete this email right after you read it. I can't write or receive emails about our life when I was back there; you understand. Just know that it was the most wonderful time of my life, and I can't wait to get back to it. Have to go. Later.


I read the email several times, lingering over it, before I deleted it. I got other emails where he told me he missed me, but it was what he missed about me; my laughter and sense of humor, my smile, the long talks and my advice; nothing that anyone could point their finger to.

Chapter Twelve

(My Senior Year)

I felt bad that I had not been the Big Brother to young Tomas Salvatore that David had been to me but my senior year was worse; it was hollow. I went through the motions of being a senior but there was a big hole in my life. I can honestly say that there was not a day--not one--that I didn't think about David. The hollowness became an empty ache. I was lost. I thought about joining the Army myself and asking for assignment in Iraq to try to find David, but then thought, what would it accomplish? There wasn't much we could do, especially since he was an officer. He had been promoted to first lieutenant.

At the urging of my aunt and uncle, I visited them in another state; where is not important. They live in a very large, very luxurious home, complete with tennis courts. It was the first time I'd seen them in a couple of years.

This particular time everyone was gone except my uncle and me. We had just come in from playing tennis and I took my shirt off as I was getting a drink of water. He looks a lot like me, really hot, about six foot, just enough hair on his chest to be sexy as hell. Really nice body, and as I would find out, a HUGE cock; bigger than mine.

"Damn, Jon, you look great. You've been working out, I see," he said, eyeing my bare chest.

I took his compliment with a muttered thanks, feeling a bit embarrassed as I always was when people complimented me on my build or looks, then I turned to look out the window. He came up behind me and pointed something out to me outside; I don't remember what it was, probably because I wasn't really paying attention, because he was so close that I could feel his dick against my ass through our shorts. I don't even know exactly know how it all happened; I felt him getting hard and he didn't pull away and neither did I. I was very surprised, but not without my senses and I pushed back a little.

"MMmnnnn," he moaned softly and pulled me back so my back was against his chest. "Do you want it?" he asked in my ear.

I didn't say anything because I was still so shocked and it didn't soak in right away what he meant by IT. Nothing like this had ever happened between me and my uncle.

When I didn't answer he said, "I'll take that as a yes."

It is still to this day kind of a haze to me, the way it happened so fast, and the way he took charge. I had no clue that my uncle was into man sex. He pulled my shorts down (but not my jockstrap) and squatted down on his haunches behind me and surprised the hell out of me when he went to town on my ass with his tongue.

"Aaaawwwhhh!" I cried out, tossing my head back. I bent over the sink and spread my legs apart and jutted my ass out for him. It felt awesome. Geezusss, I'd never felt a tongue like that, not even David's. It felt like a small cock, only it was more alive, moving around like a snake way up inside my ass. I couldn't believe he could reach so far with it.

Then he stood up and took off his shorts, but not his jock, and turned me around.

"Let me see how good you suck," he said as he put his hands on my shoulders and urged me down.

I wondered how he knew, or what gave him the idea that I sucked at all, but I went to my knees and began sucking his cock through the fabric of the jock. I soon had his jockstrap wet with spit, then I pulled it to the side and his huge cock swung out. Damn, he was big! Bigger than me, and I'm not small. And it was really thick, the head even wider than the shaft. I had a time getting my mouth around the head. He was really oozing precum, and I remember he tasted good.

I sucked him for a while, thoroughly enjoying it, but then he pulled me to my feet and picked me up and put me on the counter.

"I think you were wanting this," he said as he shoved his hands between my legs and began fingering my ass.

"Ohhh!" I gasped as he probed deep and found my prostate. "Ohhh, fuck!" I moaned.

"That's exactly what I intend to do," he said. He worked me with his finger for a bit longer, had me squirming all over the sink counter then he pulled his jock to the side and nailed me. I mean, he didn't waste any time. He pulled my butt to the edge of the sink counter and met my asshole with his cock and shoved right in.

"Awwww! Easy, dude!" I cried, and leaned back and hit my head on the cabinet door. But it was too late to be easy, he was in me and he pulled my head down to kiss me as he started driving his cock in and out of my ass. He was a hot kisser too; his huge tongue almost suffocated me when he shoved it in my throat. It felt great. Maybe it was the position that made the tighter constriction of my ass around his cock. It wasn't a love fuck; he just wanted to fuck me. He got me off first, and I shot all over myself. He followed close behind, shot what felt like a huge load up inside me. That was confirmed when he pulled out and cum ran out of my ass, all over the sink counter top and down the cabinet door.

"Fuck, I hope that stuff doesn't ruin the finish," he said as he scrambled to wipe it up. I jumped down and cleaned the cum off the counter and my ass and put my clothes back on. It was erotic as hell when, later, my aunt was fixing supper and she had food spread out all over the counter where my ass had been.

We had another opportunity later and having discovered that we liked the position on the counter, my uncle fucked me there again, but then moved to the kitchen table and on to the dining room table. I got a secret thrill from seeing my aunt sit down at the kitchen table at the spot where her husband had fucked my ass. And that evening, my uncle pointed to the place where he had fucked me on the dining room table and said, "Jon, that's your place."

We had a lot more sex the rest of that trip. We almost got caught by my cousin, his son, but we got our clothes on just in time. Oddly, that was the last time; we never sex any of the other times time I went to visit. We just stopped, for no reason. I often wondered if he might've started up with my cousin, his son. If he did, I wish he'd brought me in on it.

Being the sexual guy I am, during David's absence, I had girlfriends--a couple got pretty serious--but deep down I knew he was still it for me, and I knew he felt the same way. Even dating girls, I still missed him terribly. I missed his big, capable hands, his muscular arms, his smile and laughter, his personality. I'm BI, but I truly believe that for him, I would've gone completely gay. At first I didn't make any serious moves on the girls; I felt I would be betraying David. But as time wore on with a couple of them that I dated often, things got out of hand and I ended up fucking both of them pretty much on a regular basis. I refused the guilt that tried to creep in. I thought it was what he would expect me to be doing; and all the sex with my uncle was as much a betrayal, if not more so.

I fell off the wagon another time, if that's what you want to call it. More than once, but with the same boy. I said I felt bad about Tomas Salvatore. I should've been there for him like David was for me, even in his sophomore year. I was nice to him, spoke in the halls and such, but it was so casual as to be meaningless. It hit me hard one day in the cafeteria. While other boys were sitting with their Big Brothers, Tomas sat at a table by himself. Twice I saw other boys come up to his table with their lunch trays but Tomas pulled the empty chairs up to the table with his foot like he wanted to be alone. I didn't believe he really wanted that.

I took my lunch tray and instead of joining a table where several girls were waving to me, I went over to Tomas's table. All the chairs were pulled up to the table.

"Okay if I sit down?" I asked, pulling one of the chair out as I set my tray down.

"If you want to," he said. He didn't sound or act very excited to have my company.

I parked my butt and opened both cartons of milk. One of them was chocolate and I offered it to him but he shook his head no.

"How come you're pushing those other boys away?" I asked.

"How come you're sitting with me?" he asked.

This wasn't going to be easy. I felt so damned sorry for him and it pained me, the thought that David might have treated me the way I'd treated Tomas. He would be so ashamed of me.

"I'm here to make amends, Tomas," I said. "I know I haven't treated you right. I want to try to make up for it."

"How, by being the big jock senior eating lunch with me?"

"I hope it's a start."

"We already had a start when you jumped in the lake after me. That's where it started and that's where it ended."

I started to tell him that I had some helascious things on my mind but that would sound like excuses and make it about me. I had to make it about him.

"I'm asking you to give me a chance, Tomas," I said. "No, I'm begging you. I will do just that if that's what it takes. I will get on my knees right here and now in front of everybody and beg you to give me a chance to make it right." I shoved my tray back as if to get up.

"Don't do that," he said quickly.

"Tell me what I can do," I said.

"What did your Big Brother do with you?"

"Every situation is different. I'm not him, you're not me."

"But I am the Little Bro, you're supposed to be in charge," he said.

"Good point. Maybe we can start with sports."

"I bet you don't even know what sports I play," he put in quickly.

"No, I don't. Tell me."

"I'm on the JV wrestling team and I'm taking gymnastics. And I wanta play rugby if they ever get a team put together. I love rugby. But I know I have to put on some muscle; it's a tough sport. Only thing is, coach wants me to stay in my weight class for another year and if I work to try to get ready for rugby I'll move into the heavier weight class. That'd only leave my senior year to play rugby."

"Wrestling, gymnastics, would leave me behind in all three of those sports."

"I know, you're a swimmer. You're really built for a swimmer, though. Most swimmers are sort of skinny."

"I had a good training partner," I said. "You could probably nail my ass on the mats but I would be good as a trainer. I had the best."

"You would train me? Work out with me?"

"If you'd let me. But this Big Brother thing is about more than sports. Tell me what else you've missed out on with the others," I said, nodding toward their table.

"I don't know what all 'cause I wasn't in on it. I know they go to ball games together and some of 'em work out together. Movies, parties, sleepovers, camping trips, that sort of thing."

"I don't know, Tomas, if I can make up for all you've missed but I'm going to do my best if you'll let me start hanging out with you."

"Sure, but that doesn't put me in with them."

"Maybe we can infiltrate their inner circle. I'm a senior and I'm a jock; that carries some weight," I said. "But you and I need to get better acquainted first. For you have a ride home after school?"

"Sometimes. Most of the time I walk. I've got my license but I don't have a car."

"Can I give you a lift?"


"I'll meet you at your locker," I said.

I felt better about myself but I knew I had a long way to go with Tomas. After last bell I met him at his locker, ready to take him home except I didn't plan on taking him right home. He looked a little surprised when I walked up and he had a little s mile on his face.

"I didn't think you'd know where my locker was."

"Sure I do, I'm not a total idiot," I said. "Ready?"

He seemed proud that we were walking out together, and getting in my truck. I remembered that feeling, as a sophomore being with a senior.

"Do you have to get home right away?" I asked as we were pulling out of the parking lot.

"No, I just have some homework but that won't take long."

"Good, because I'd like to go for a drive." I swung by a drive-thru and got us some hamburgers and drinks then pulled back around into the parking lot to eat. When we were finished I took the trash over to a barrel. Getting back in the truck I had an idea.

"You said you've got your license?"


"Slide over under the wheel." I got back out and went around to the passenger side.

"Where're we going?" he asked as he adjusted the seat and mirrors.

"Wherever you take us. Maybe someplace where we can park and talk."

I could see he was a little nervous but he was a good driver.

"I can't believe you're letting me drive your truck," he said as he headed out of town.

"Why not? They gave you a license."

I thought I should do the talking and let him concentrate on driving.

"I really appreciate you giving me a second chance, Tomas," I began.

"I thought I had to, you were going to embarrass me by getting down on your knees and begging," he said, smiling. It was good to see him loosen up. "Would you've really done that?"

"Yes. Listen, Tomas, I don't want this to sound like I'm making excuses but I've had a lot on my plate, and I don't even know for sure where or when I veered off and left you in a lurch."

"Pretty much right after the initiation," he said.

"That soon, huh."

"Yeah, the other guys were going off doing things and I was wondering what I'd done to piss you off."

"You didn't do anything, Tomas. This is all on me."

"You wanta know what I thought?"

"Yes, I want to know everything you thought, from the moment we met."

"Well, we didn't actually meet till I came up out of the water gasping for air and there you were. That was the scariest thing that ever happened to me. Maybe I wouldn't have been so scared but I didn't know you were a champion swimmer that was going to be looking out for me. I just know I thought I was gonna die till I felt your arm around me and it felt like we were shooting upward like a rocket."

"I know that feeling well," I said.

"Well, I think they should stop doing that," he said. "But once we were out of the water and we were drying off and getting dressed I felt like things were going to be okay from then on. You said you were my big brother and I trusted you. But what I really think is, when we went back to the school to hang out for the rest of the night and things got quiet and you made me get naked and crawl in your sleeping bag with you, and you were naked too. I thought I was going to have to do something 'cause we'd heard rumors, and I was ready but you said sharing a sleeping bag naked was just for appearances. When I said I would do it if that was part of the initiation, you told me I didn't have to; I could just say I did."

"Did you say you did?" I asked.

"No. When a lot of the others were telling what they had to do with their big brothers, I just said you didn't make me do any of that stuff. I tried to sound like I was proud but deep down...." He paused for the longest time and I didn't know if he was going to go on.

"Maybe you wanta pull into the park up ahead," I said quietly.

He turned in and drove the winding roads till he found a heavily wooded picnic area down a lane. He turned the truck back facing the main road and parked. It was darkly shaded and secluded.

"You said you were proud but deep you wanta finish that thought?" I asked in a gentle tone.

"Deep down I felt like you were rejecting me, maybe you didn't like me and wished you'd picked another little brother. I was so excited about crawling in your sleeping bag with you--a big jock champion swimmer--I was ready to do anything you asked me to.

"I never wished for a different Little Brother. I just didn't have it all together. I wasn't rejecting you; I just didn't want you to feel like you had to do something you didn't want to do. If you'd made a move I wouldn't have rejected your advances."

"I was afraid to."

"Truth is, Tomas, I thought you were a hot little fucker."

"You did!"

"Yes, but innocent and inexperienced. Are you still?"

"Pretty much," he said, laughing quietly. "I've messed around with another boy a couple of times but it was nothing much more exciting than my own fist."

"If we could go back and do it all over again......" I let my voice trail off to see if he would pick up on it.

"That would be awesome. But they say you can't ever go back."

"Maybe we can in this case. I've still got my sleeping bag," I said. "

"I don't have one."

"You don't need one if you're going to be sharing mine."

"You mean it, Jon, like we could go camping? It'd be the first time I ever had anybody to talk to about things, and show me stuff."

"I mean it, Tomas. I should've been there for you before. We can talk about anything you want, do anything you want."

"When?" he asked anxiously.

"Tomorrow if you can; we'll have the weekend."

He said he was sure he could and I thought it was settled. I told him he could drive back but he still didn't start up the truck.

"Tomas? Is there something else?" I asked.

"Before we go, could just one thing? So I know what I've got to look forward to."

"Yes, of course." But he didn't say anything else and he didn't make a move. "This is about you,'s your move."

I thought he had tears in his eyes when he looked around at me. "Could I feel your cock?" he asked timidly. "I've seen it before but not for a long time."

"Heck, yeah," I said as I undid my cargo shorts and lifted my butt up off the seat to push them down, along with my briefs. My cock lay over my balls, thick and meaty, and probably bigger than when he'd last seen me naked. When he hesitated I took his hand and placed it over my manhood.

"Wow, I don't remember it being that big."

"Well, I'm still growing, just like you. Go ahead and get it hard if you want."

He wanted. He squeezed and pulled on my cock till it outgrew his hand by several inches.

"Wow! That is big," he exclaimed as he stroked it

"Do you wanta try your mouth on it?"

"More than anything."

"Go ahead then. We can't be doing too much here in the park but a few licks won't hurt."

He leaned over and pressed his face against my cock. It was so loving the way he did it. Then I felt his tongue, tentatively, on the head. He was licking off my precum, then squeezing more out. He did more than give me a few licks. He went down on me, in the most wonderful way. His virgin lips stroked my throbbing meat and his tongue fluttered all over the head like a thousand butterflies. He sucked me for several minutes before he looked up at me.

"I love your cock."

"I love what you're doing to my cock," I said.

"Really? Am I doing it right?"

"Right as rain. But are you going to show me your cock?"

"You wanta see my cock?" he asked, surprised.

"Yes, and see if I can do as good as you."

" wanta suck me?"

"If you'll let me, I'd like to return the favor."

"Heck yeah," he said excitedly as he scrambled to shove his jeans and shorts down. "I never had anybody suck my cock before."

"What a shame. What a waste," I said as I took hold of his sizeable tool. For his age he was nicely hung, with great potential. I leaned over him and took his cock all the way down and the head burst through my throat. He let out a loud groan as he squeeze my cock so hard it hurt.

"Ohhh....Ohh, Godd!" he cried out as I gave him several strokes.

I gave him one too many. Suddenly his body was quaking and he was shooting warm, delicious boy cream in my mouth. I wished it hadn't ended so quickly but the reward was wonderful; his cum was so fresh and good. I relished it, swirling it around the head of his cock before I swallowed it. I held him in my mouth till he calmed down then I rose up. He sat with his head laid back on the seat, his eyes closed, his chest heaving. He had removed his hand from my cock.

"You okay, Tomas?"

He nodded but it was a moment before he spoke.

"I screwed it up, didn't I?"

"How do you mean?"

"I went off like a hair trigger."

"Nothing wrong with that," I said.

"And left you hard," he said. He reached for my cock but I took hold of his wrist.

"It's okay, Tomas, it's not going to fall off."

"But I wanta finish you like you did me."

"No you don't. You shot your load, you're out of the mood."

"But I can get back in the mood."

"That's not how it's going to be, Tomas," I said, putting his hand back on his own thigh. "I'm fine, you're fine and we've got plenty of time to do everything you wanta do. Are you able to drive?"

"I think you'd better drive; I'm kinda shaky."

We changed places and I drove out of the park. Tomas was quiet and I was afraid he was having regrets, besides leaving me high and dry.

"Tomas, are you sure you're okay? I don't want to take you home till you are."

"I came in your mouth," he said quietly. "I didn't know I was so close till it was too late."

"Are apologizing?" I asked, laughing.

"I should've warned you. I should've stopped you."

"I would've been very disappointed if you had," I said.

"You wanted me to cum in your mouth?"

"Yes. It worked out just right."

"You swallowed my cum."

"Of course. Fresh, sweet cum is a terrible thing to waste."

"Does it really taste good; fresh and sweet?"

"Yours does."

"Are you going to cum in my mouth when I do you again?"

I reached over and squeezed his thigh. "For the last time, Tomas, we're going to do whatever you want to do and nothing you don't want to do. Burn that in your brain because I'm not going to say it again."

"Alright, I won't ask any more questions like that."

I drove him home and let him out in front of his house. As he was about to open the door I reached over and punched him on the shoulder.

"Hey, Little Bro, I'm glad to have you back."

His eyes danced and his smile stretched clear across his face.

The camping trip was great. We did everything Tomas wanted to do and I taught him everything he wanted to learn. That included deep throat....yeah, he was able to swallow my cock balls deep before it got total hard and he was so proud of that. He took my load; more than once in fact, and eventually swallowed. He was proud of that too. I showed him his prostate and he found mine. He was able to get his entire hand inside my ass and I was proud of that. We even took the plunge and I fucked him. He wanted it and I couldn't reject him. He wouldn't say he wanted to fuck me but when I asked him jumped on it. He was damned good at it. I took him a changed boy; I just hoped the change didn't show too much. I was changed too, for the better. I think I learned way more from Tomas than I taught him. Oddly, I didn't feel that I'd betrayed David one bit. I thought he would be proud of me.

Chapter Thirteen


I worried about David as much as I missed him. I was scared to death he wouldn't come back from Iraq, and I didn't know how I would ever cope with that.

We had a private communications code; we couldn't express our innermost feelings to each other through our emails. David couldn't take the chance of the Army finding out. I broke our code and told him how much I missed him, and what a hard time I was having, not seeing him, and I was worried all the time about him. I was afraid he might be pissed that I'd broken the code, but he wasn't.

He wrote back;

"No worries little man. I miss you too. I can say that meeting you has been the best thing that ever happened to me. You have taught me so much and knowing that you are out there thinking of me is such a comfort. So stop worrying and enjoy the good life back home. After this is over we will be together again."

I was so damned thankful for that email. It said everything

I graduated and went on a month long trip to Europe with my best friend, Steven; a graduation gift from my parents. I was seeing things I never imagined I would and meeting people of all cultures.

I thought Denmark was my favorite country, but then Germany was, but it kept changing till we got to Italy. The country as a whole wasn't my favorite, but I fell in love with Tuscany. For more than one reason. I thought the countryside was breathtaking with its fields and vineyards and orchards, and I loved the small villages, perched on hillsides, looking like they had always been there. But there was another reason.

We stopped at a small café in one of the villages and sat outside and drank cool sangria. The waitress didn't question our age; perhaps we were within their drinking age. It was late, and after the second glass we decided to eat. The waitress took us inside and seated us at a table at the open window looking out on the place we had been sitting and the open street. Neither of us was sure of the menu but we ordered some kind of veal with sauce and pasta salad and more wine. I was enjoying the conversation with Steven, and the atmosphere and the wine.

I happened to look outside, a casual glance, and that's when I saw him. I don't think I consciously thought it, but it registered that he was the most beautiful man/boy I'd ever seen. I don't know how long I stared at him--several seconds, for certain--before I tore my eyes away. He looked at me the whole time, and I sensed that he looked at me even after I looked away. I happened to glance at Steven and he gave me a funny, curious look and I looked away.

"I hope I'm not boring you," he said at one point.

I started and realized that I hadn't been paying attention, and I think he realized it too, which prompted him to say it.

Later, as we were leaving the cafe I saw Steven look where he'd seen me looking at the boy. Walking slightly behind Steven I looked down at the boy as I passed by him sitting at the table and our eyes met again in a brief, intense gaze. A few paces further I glanced over my shoulder and he had turned to look my way. His expression had changed, to one of longing, or desperation. Steven was chatting about something and turned to see why I wasn't answering him.

"What are you looking at," he asked as he stopped.

"The architecture of the café's so quaint," I lied, and quickly caught up with him. I stole one last glance and the boy was still sitting there looking in my direction.

We walked away through a park where we stopped to listen to a group of musicians. The whole time I kept looking for the boy, discreetly of course, a fear in my gut that I would never see him again. Steven said he was tired so we went back to the small villa-like hotel.

I couldn't get the boy out of my mind. As Steven was dozing off I told him I wasn't sleepy, that I was going out for a little while. I told him I thought I would go back to the park and have some more wine; maybe that would make me sleepy.

"Hey, dude, don't wander off too far, or stay out too late," he said.

"Yes, I won't." Our eyes met for a split second and I got that strange look that I recognized. I couldn't read anything into it, it was perhaps like he knew something about me that I didn't know myself. I had the strange feeling that he knew I was going to look for the boy.

I went back to the park, searching for him. When I didn't see him I felt foolish for coming at all; as if he would actually be there. He could be anywhere in the village, or away, on his way somewhere else. He wasn't American, but Americans weren't the only tourists to come to Tuscany.

I was sipping the cool wine, resigning myself to the fact that I would never see the beautiful boy again. Finally, I gave up and returned to the hotel.

I had just returned to my room when the phone rang. I looked at my watch; it was late. The operator connected me; it was my mother.

"Mom, what's up? Is something wrong?"

"It's David."

The wind went out of me and I felt my legs go weak. "What about David?"

"I wasn't going to call you, but I thought you ought to know. I was afraid you might see something about it on the television over there."

"What about David?" I asked again.

"He's missing in action, for almost two weeks now."

"Oh, God," I whispered.

"I know how you close you are," she said.

No, she didn't have a clue how close we were. We talked for a few minutes before I told her I had to hang up; I didn't want her to hear me fall apart. She said there was no reason for me to come home, there was nothing I could do there; I should finish out the trip with Steven. How was Steven? Were we having a good time?

I told her Steven was all right, and yes, we were having a great time. We would finish the trip together. I laid down the phone, my hand shaking.

"God, no, please don't let those bastards get hold of him," I prayed aloud. If the Taliban found him....I couldn't even begin to think about it. Suddenly I felt suffocated; I had to get out of the room. I wrote Steven a note, telling him I had gone back out for a walk and would probably be late coming back. I left the hotel and walked to the cathedral I'd seen earlier in the day. I was not one to pray often but I was desperate for David's safety. I knelt and prayed every prayer I knew, and made up some of my own. I prayed to every saint-statue in the cathedral. On the way out I stopped and knelt at a grotto ablaze with dozens of candles flickering. I lit one and uttered one more desperate plea.

What followed after I left the cathedral would not fit the pattern of prayer but I felt that one of those saints had heard me. I walked with an eye out for someone--anyone; a companion, a stranger. I found him, or rather he found me, I knew, the instant I saw him walking toward me. It was the boy I'd seen earlier at the cafe and searched for in the park. I went down the wide steps of the cathedral slowly, so we would meet at the lower step. I was so relieved to see him smile that he recognized me.

"Were your prayers answered?" he asked.

"I don't know....yes, at least one of them," I said, sounding very foolish.

"I was hoping we would meet again somehow, but I never honestly thought we would," he said.

"Me either," I said, sounding even more foolish.

"I was heading back to my hotel, would you like to walk with me?" he asked with a wave of his hand. "If you're not going the opposite direction," he added.

"I'm going this way too," I said. I wasn't necessarily when I left the cathedral, but it was in the direction of my hotel.

We were both surprised to learn that we were staying at the same hotel.

"Great. Would you like to come see my room?" he asked.

I agreed and went with him in the lift to the upper floor. On the way up he introduced himself.

"My name is Marco," he said, putting out his hand.

"Jon," I said.

"Are you here on vacation?"

"Yes, for a month, a graduation gift from my parents."

"That's very nice. Are you traveling with your parents?"

"No, with a friend," I said. "He's asleep in our room."

He smiled. "That's even better." The lift had stopped and he opened the gate and led me down the narrow hallway to his room.

Steven and I had a nice room, but small. Marco had a suite with a private balcony overlooking the hills of Tuscany. He opened the French doors and motioned me out onto the balcony and said he would get us a drink. I stood at the wall to take in the breathtaking view of the city and the valley beyond with the lights of the farmhouses dotting the countryside. Marco came out with two glasses of wine.

"I've had enough for one evening," I said.

"Are you sure?" he asked with a handsome smile. "I'm trying to break down your inhibitions."

I was a little taken aback that he seemed so mature for what I thought his age to be. Mature and worldly, and so astute that he could pick up on me.

"I've had enough, but I will drink this one," I said as he handed it to me. But he didn't place it in my hand. Instead, he brought it to my lips himself. I took a sip. He set his glass on the brick wall that surround the balcony and brushed the wine off my lips with the back of his middle finger. I instinctively flicked out my tongue and he brushed his finger back across my lips and my tongue. Then he let me have the glass and picked up his own.

"You should know that I find you very attractive," he said.

"You should know that I feel the same about you," I told him.

"Then we should finish our wine," he said. He downed his glass of wine in several gulps and set the glass down again. I drank about half of mine and set the glass down; I didn't need anymore.

"I came looking for you earlier," I said.

"Oh, really? I'm flattered," he said. He moved closer to me and put his hand on my hip, tugging on my shirt. "Ever since I saw you at the café, I've imagined what you would look like without your clothes," he said.

I smiled then laughed as he tugged my shirt up over my head. "I think you're going to find out," I said.

He laid my shirt on the wall and gazed at me, trailing his fingers across my chest, then downward. "Very nice. You're an athlete," he said.

"A swimmer," I said.

"You're heavier than most swimmers I've seen; more muscular." He began undoing my belt. I could see that we were going to get right to it and I reached for the buttons of his pants. I had his pants undone and was pushing them off his hips when he knelt to remove mine. He handed them to me and stayed squatted down, gazing at the front of my shorts, shifting his eyes to my legs as he ran his hands up and down my thighs.

"You have very powerful thighs for a swimmer," he said.

"I had a friend who helped me develop my legs," I said.

He smiled and said, "Thighs as muscular as these can only mean one thing," as ran his hands around to squeeze my butt. I tightened my butt muscles for him. "Yes. You have a great butt," he said as he tugged my shorts down in back.


"Thank your friend for me," he said.

"Yes, I....I will," I said, taking in a quick breath to push down the sudden rush of emotion. Guilt suddenly washed over me. Moments after learning that David was missing, I was having sex with a stranger.

"Do you mind?" he said as he tugged my shorts down.

"No, not at all," I fought down the guilt, convincing myself that David would be smiling at my being ushered into such worldliness by this boy.

He pulled my shorts down till my cock swung free, nearly hitting him in the face. In fact, he reared back out of the way.

"God! And you get all of this stuffed inside one of those....what are they, Speedos, they call them?"

I laughed and told him yes. My easy laughter pushed the guilt deeper.

"You must win your competitions simply by appearing on the diving board," he said.

"Thanks, but that's not the way it works," I said.

"It would if I were the judge," he said. He pulled my shorts off, then my socks, leaving me naked. He looked up at me, his eyes shifting back and forth.

"You're beautiful," he said.

"So are you. I thought so the first time I saw you at the café," I said.

I thought he would take my cock in his mouth but instead he turned me around, facing the wall, and began kissing my butt. His kisses turned into licking, in the crevice of my butt, then he was pulling them apart and tonguing my ass. I gasped and moaned and leaned over, resting my elbows on the wall.

"I want to fuck you," he said. "Do you do that?"

"I....I'm not much....of a bottom," I said over my shoulder. I knew it didn't sound very convincing.

"But you will be tonight. You will let me fuck you."

I hesitated. I felt a sense of betrayal, letting a stranger fuck me. My uncle didn't count. Neither did young Tomas at that moment. Marco relented at my hesitation.

"All right, I don't want this meeting to be uneventful. Will you fuck me, then?"

"Yes," I said.


I watched as he finished undressing. I was happily surprised at his cock. It was as long as mine, nice and thick, with a sexy upward curve, and a broad head that would've really plowed me if I had consented. It reminded me of David's cock. He went into the bathroom and came back with a small bottle of lube and I was relieved to see that he also had a condom. He put it on me, in a most unique way.

"You have the most beautiful cock," he said as he went to his knees in front of me.

"Thanks. I like yours too," I said.

He set the condom on the head of my cock then deftly rolled it down the shaft with his mouth. He stopped when the head penetrated his throat, and finished rolling it down with his fingers. Then he lubed up my cock and his asshole and bent over the end of the couch.

"Or would you like to do it out on the balcony?" he asked.

"Yes, that'd be nice, if you don't think anyone will see us," I said.

"Do we care if they do?" he said, smiling. He took my hand and led me out on the balcony where he bent over the wall with his feet set wide apart.

I set the head of my lubed cock against his hole and clasped my hands around his hips and applied pressure. I felt him brace himself, bearing back against the thick head of my cock. His asshole gave way and I went in surprisingly easy; the rim of my cockhead folded back to penetrate his hole then flared out again when it was inside him. It felt wonderful plowing into him and pushing along the walls of his ass. He shoved back to force my cock the last few inches up inside him, then twisted his butt around in circles.

"Yess! That feels so good!" he moaned.

He was good. My big cock filled him to capacity and his ass responded in kind. He fucked me as much as I fucked him, with long, determined strokes of his ass meeting my thrusts. We fucked for quite a while, with no urgency, but just the very gradual buildup of pleasure. There was no doubt that the view of the Tuscan valley stretched out before us added to that pleasure, and prolonged it. I found myself wondering how many of those lighted houses were alive with sex.

"I'm getting close if you are," he said huskily.

"Yes," I said.

I lifted one of his legs and he cocked it on the wall, spreading him wider, and giving me better leverage. There was no give, he was balls to the wall and I fucked him hard. I fucked him to climax. He shot all over the wall. I filled the condom inside him.

"Perhaps we should have used the bed," I remarked as I pulled him up straight and saw the mess of cum running down the wall.

"They can clean it," he said.

I wrapped my arms around him and pulled us tightly together, still thrusting my cock with after-strokes. When I pulled out, he turned around and kissed me. He was a good kisser, but I got the message that he was dismissing me, and I reached for my clothes. He didn't say I should stay. I should have felt used but I didn't. He got what he wanted, I got what I wanted. Neither of us owed the other anything.

"Maybe I'll see you again," he said as he was letting me out.

"Maybe," I said.

Walking back to my hotel I realized that the hot sex had erased the badness of hearing about David for the moment. But it came back, and I began to worry. I worried so much that I had nightmares about him. In one I dreamed that he had been killed, his Humvee blown up by a roadside bomb, and I woke up, sweating and trembling and crying. Steven tried to comfort me but I wouldn't be consoled. It was so real, my heart actually hurt and I couldn't make it stop.

Chapter Fourteen


In Rome Steven and I had been site seeing all day; the Coliseum, the Roman Forum, Hadrian's Castle, the Pantheon, the Vatican, Art museums. Steven was tired and he fell asleep in early evening so I went out with some people we had met--Americans, and a few Australians from our hostel. We were at a club. There was a guy making eyes at me the whole time. He was hot, Italian, dark hair and eyes, really nice build. He was in his early to mid-30s. I went to the bathroom and I cocked my head at him to let him know I was interested and he followed. Standing at the urinal he came up next to me and we checked each other out.

"Are you on vacation?" he asked.

"Yes, me and a friend from high school, but he fell asleep," I said.

"I'm here on vacation myself," he said. Then he asked, "Would you like to leave?"

"Yeah," I said. I told the people I was with that I was going back to my hotel.

We walked around and I found him easy to talk to, and I ended up telling him everything that had happened, about David. I started tearing up and he surprised the hell out of me by putting his arms around me in a tight hug.

"Would you like to go up to my hotel for coffee or some wine?" he asked.

Like an idiot I said yes. I say that now, but at the time I wasn't thinking myself an idiot. Upstairs in his room we talked some more and then he started coming onto me strong, and we started getting into it. He led me to the bed and continued kissing me as he took my clothes off. He was an amazing kisser (not as good as David), he actually reminded me a lot of David at first, in his demeanor. When we were both naked he went down on me then very quickly turned around so I could suck him. When he started rimming me, I returned the favor. He had a nice ass that kept its shape even spread apart. Things heated up fast.

"I want to fuck you," he said, whispered hoarsely.

I released his cock and said," I'm not much of a bottom, but we can try."

He put on a condom and lubed up his cock; he didn't bother with the lube in my ass. I wasn't totally into it; I wanted it, but I didn't. I think I was more just going along with it, hoping to get something out of it. He shoved in, not gentle, and it hurt like hell. He was big, but not quite as big as David; it was the angle of his cock or the way he shoved in that hurt.

"Maybe you'd better stop," I told him.

"It'll be fine. Just give yourself a minute to get used to it; it'll start feeling good. You've been fucked before," he said.

Part of it was, I was thinking of David and I just felt guilty. I told him again to stop and tried pushing him away. He started to get pissed and he was a lot stronger than me. He pinned me down and I started yelling, and sort of resisting him so he turned me on my stomach spread my legs with his and pinned my arms with his above my head and kept my face pressed down. Eventually, it started to feel okay but I was just never into it, and it was obvious that he was in it solely for his own pleasure. He didn't bother trying to hold off, or getting me off.

When he was done I just lay there and he lay on top of me. He nuzzled my ear, like he wanted to get lovey all of a sudden. I gathered all of my strength and threw him off and got off the bed. He looked surprised, with a "what the fuck" smile on his face. I put my clothes on and left without saying anything. I know it sounds weird but it was kinda hot, being dominated like that. Still, it wasn't something I would go looking for, and I vowed that I would be more careful next time.

Chapter Fifteen

(Emails From A Stranger)

While we were in Rome I found an Internet café and checked my email. There was the usual spam, some short messages from a couple of old classmates back home asking how we were enjoying Europe, and one from Julie, of all people. She wanted to know which girls I was finding I liked the best in the different countries. I dashed off quick replies to each one as I read them. Then I opened the one from some guy named Jacob. I didn't know a Jacob.

Dear Jon.

My name is Jacob. You don't know me but we have a mutual friend; a very handsome 1st lieutenant named David. I know this must surprise you. I will tell you first how we met. I work in a bus station--it doesn't matter where--at the lunch counter, at night. Things were slow when this very handsome, tired looking soldier, Special Forces, came in carrying his duffle bag. I could tell he was tired by the way he was carrying the bag; at his size, it should've been featherweight. He tossed it on the bench and came to the counter and looked over the menu...while, I admit, I looked him over. He ordered a double hamburger.

And here is the story as told by Jacob..........

I started to make it for him but then said, "You know, you look like you need a steak."

He said, "I would love a steak, but I don't see steak on your menu, and I have a bus to catch," as he looked at the menu overhead.

I asked him where he was going. He said, jokingly, New York, by way of Iraq.

I asked him when he needed to be in New York and was able to quickly suggest a re-route on a later bus.

"You might as well be waiting here as in New York," I told him. "That bus stops at every zig-zag in the road and you have to change busses several times. You can take the 3:43 bus and it will get you to the New York terminal at about the same time."

He said, "No kidding."

Then I called a friend working in the restaurant across the street and told him I was sending a soldier over, and for him to find the biggest steak in the house for him plus anything else he wanted, and not to charge him. The lieutenant heard me.

He asked, "What was that all about?"

I told him the way he filled out his uniform, it looked like he had a lot of muscle to feed. Then I pointed across the street and told him, "You'd better get over there, I forgot to tell him how you want your steak cooked. You can leave your duffel bag here."

He asked me, "Why are you doing this?"

I told him I was just supporting the troops.

He thanked me and left to go over to the restaurant.

When he came back he thanked me profusely and tried to pay me but of course I refused. He started to walk back to the bench and his duffle bag. I stopped him with a word. He turned around and I gave him the key to my apartment and gave him directions and the apartment number. I told him to make himself at home, shower, kick back, have a few beers, watch TV, and maybe get some sound sleep. And I added, "There's some porn in the DVD case if you're interested."

He laughed, and shaking his head, said, "You're giving me the key to your apartment? A perfect stranger?"

I told him he wouldn't be a perfect stranger if he told me his name.

He said his name was David.

I told him, "Now you're not a stranger, just perfect. I get off at eleven."

I could hardly wait to get off work. I arrived home and let myself in quietly. I was more than a little surprised to find him lying on the floor beside the bed, naked! He had taken the coverlet off the bed to cover up with but it was down around his knees. I spent a long moment gazing at him before I woke him up. He was absolutely gorgeous lying there in all his naked glory but I wasn't going to leave him lying there on the floor. I nudged him gently with my foot and instantly found myself on the floor in a life threatening hold with his knee in my groin and my neck twisted tightly against his bicep. I had no clue how he got me in the position I was in, it happened so fast, like a split second, and I had less of a clue how to get out of it. Hell, I couldn't get out of it; he could break my neck in another split second. I liked it, but I hoped he was quick to come to his senses and know I wasn't the enemy.

He muttered something like, "Ohh, sorry," rather embarrassed, as he released me and got to his feet. He put his hand down to pull me up.

"I see why you wear that black beret," I said, taking the opportunity to gaze at his fine manhood.

"Natural reaction, sorry."

"Don't be sorry, my tax dollars well spent, I would say."

He stood beside the bed, looking awkwardly beautiful.

I asked him if there was something wrong with the bed.

"I'm not taking your bed. I'm okay on the floor."

"No, you're not. You're cluttering up my floor," I said. "Take the bed. There's plenty of room for two, and I'm smart enough, certainly now, not to tangle with a Special Forces Soldier."

He assured me that I had nothing to fear from him.

"That's good to know, but you're still sleeping in the bed. My house, my rules."

He said okay.

I showered and came back to find him sitting on the edge of the bed. "Can't sleep after I woke you up?"

"Something like that," he said.

"Sorry. Maybe I should have left you sleeping."

"It's an occupational hazard. No, just thinking about a guy back home."

I asked him about the guy back home and he talked about a boy he met in high school, when he was a junior and the boy was a freshman. He said the boy's name was Jon. He talked about you for well over an hour. I have to wonder if you know how special you are to him. By the time he was finally relaxed and laid back on the bed, I knew I had to have him....and I knew he would let me--knew somehow that he needed it--but that he would no doubt thinking about you, talking about you. And he did let me. I admit I was a bit fearful, that first touch, laying my hand on his stomach, but when I started to draw it back he laid his hand over mine.

"I said you have nothing to fear from me."

I asked him, "What about Jon?"

He said, "Jon wouldn't care. In fact, knowing Jon, I think he would be happy knowing you took me in."

I told him, "I don't know what relationship you had with Jon but it's a little more than taking you in that I had in mind," as I boldly laid my hand on his cock. "What about this? Would he be happy knowing I was doing this?" I asked as I started moving my hand up and down his cock.

"Our relationship was like this. He would be glad knowing you made me feel good," he said.

"If he knew," I said.

"He will," he said.

"You'll tell him?" I was surprised.

"Yes, of course. We don't keep secrets from each other. In fact, I'll give you his email address and you can tell him."

So that's how I come to have your email. I sincerely hope he was right, that you will be happy that I took your soldier in and gave him a safe place for the night before he goes back over there, and that I gave him pleasure along with that safe haven....he sorely needed it. He needed it from you, I could tell that. I tried to put myself in your place when I made love to him, but knowing how he feels about you, I know I failed miserably. And that is what I did; I made love to him. It wasn't just sex, at least not for me, and I hope it was more than that for him. He said I didn't fail, but I know he was being kind. Just know, Jon, that I did my best, with everything in me to make him happy. I gave him all I could, everything he wanted, and know that I am jealous of you, having such a stallion of a man who cares for you so much. He fucked me three times and allowed me the privilege and pleasure of sucking his magnificent cock to finish twice. Yes, he needed it so badly; the physical release and the emotional release. I must mention what tremendous loads he shot....and delicious. I hope you are happy to know that I wasted none of it. And the last hour of our time together was spent with my face buried in his big muscular ass, giving him pleasure with my tongue which he enjoyed very much. He never said it but I'm sure he was thinking of you the whole time. I am grateful that I was able to fill that void for him for just a little while. I hope you're not mad at me for this, or him, or for me emailing you. He said you wouldn't be. He said he would tell you himself when he's able. But I think he wanted me to tell you.


I read the email three times, with a mixture of emotions that I didn't try to sort out. I couldn't deny that I was hurt, jealous, happy, all rolled into one. After I let it soak in and got my emotions in check, I emailed Jacob back.

Jacob I've not heard from David, but he does not always have private access to a computer. My reaction to your email....I was angry, jealous, happy, hurt, grateful, all rolled up in one big confused emotion. David is right. We don't have secrets from each other, and he will tell me all about the kind soul who took him in and gave him food, a bed and good sex. To which, despite my mixed emotions, I say thank you. He lets me know how special I am to him, but he is even more special to me. And I don't know how to express it properly. I can when we're together so if he thought of me when he was fucking you and you were making love to him, then perhaps you expressed it for me. I just don't want him to forget US and what we had together. Maybe you refreshed those memories for him. That he talked about me makes me think he hasn't forgotten. I know I think about him all the time, even though he doesn't have me on his mind all the time. He does, after all, have a dangerous job, and his thoughts must be given to leading his men and staying alive.


Just before we left Rome, I went back to the Internet café to check my email again. There was one from Jacob.

Jon I am so relieved to get your email. I believe you are wrong about one thing. I believe you are on his mind--not in the distracting way--even when he in dangerous combat situations. It is one of the last moments that he would abandon thoughts of you. You have both said that you don't keep secrets from each other. I am going to take you both at your word and see to it. I have forwarded to him my email to you as well as your reply so he and you will both know that I make no attempt ever to come between you. Both of you... you, Jon... and you, David...know that I pray for your safety so you will come home to the boy you dove into the lake to rescue."


I smiled that he had told Jacob about that.

Chapter Sixteen

(Steven and Me)

Before we left for Italy, I tried to call home to see if there was any more news about David. I couldn't make the connection. I went a little bit nuts but Steven was there to calm me down and comfort me. I needed comforting; everything had just built up. When we boarded the train and got in our private compartment I lost it. I cried like a baby. Steven held me and hugged me and let me cry and told me over and over again how sorry he was.

"You really care for the guy," he said.


"It's more than I thought," he said.

"It's more than I thought," I said.

"You and David....were a thing, weren't you?"

"We were a big thing," I said. "If anything happens to him, I don't think I'll be able to handle it, Steven."

"Listen, Jon, I might be out of line with this....I....I know I can't be him....from his pictures and the way you talk about him, hell I couldn't even come close. But I could try....not to take his place, but....well, maybe I could sort of fill in....if you wanted to....if it'd make you feel any better."

"It would, thanks, but I don't know if you know what you're saying."

"I'm saying I would have sex with you," he stated boldly.

I stared at him. "You would? We've never even talked about that."

'We are now," he said. Then he added, "I have thought about it though. Have you, on this trip?"

"Only every time I see your ass," I said, smiling.

"You like my ass?"

"It's awesome."

"It is, seriously?"

"Seriously awesome," I said. "Steven, are you saying you would let me.....?"

"I've never bottomed for anybody, but yea, I would let you," he said before I could finish.

I looked at him, blinked with surprise. "Fuck, Steven, now you're fucking with my head. You're saying you would let me fuck you....take your cherry?"

"See, you're feeling better already," he said, laughing. "Hey, somebody's gotta take it. I would just as soon it be you as anybody else."

"You've got an incredible ass, Steven. I would even eat it first."

There was a long silence.

"If we did anything, Steven....I've never really liked bottoming for anybody but David."

"Okay. I'm not saying you have to bottom, like to pay me back or anything."

Nothing else needed to be said. We watched each other undress, taking off our t-shirts and shorts, to be totally naked. We had undressed in front of each other countless times in the locker room but it never meant anything.

To describe Steven, and to compare him with David....Steven was a little shorter than me, and more muscular, but not as muscular as David. While Steven was hugely muscular, David was just completely solid all the way through. Steven's ass was just amazing. I mean, I've got a cute bubble butt, and David's got a great ass, but Steven's is like three bubble butts put together!

Personality wise, Steven was a little crazy, almost "ADD." He was wild, loved to drink and party. Honestly he was like the stereotypical, dumb, high school football player. But I love him; he was and still is one of my best friends.

"What would David think of us doing this?" he asked as he converted the comfortable chairs into a bed.

"He would laugh and call me a horny fuck," I said.

Steven stretched out across the bed, his face to the window.

"Mann, that is one gorgeously perfect ass," I said.

"You're drooling, dude," he said.

"I'm drooling," I said. I lay across the bed between his legs. "David is the only other person I ever did this for, too," I said as I started playing with his tight butt. After I said it I honest to God couldn't remember if I'd rimmed anyone else. Then I remember Tomas. I felt like such a slut.

"I would really like to be David for you....if it's possible, maybe to pretend.....maybe if we turned out the lights." He rose up and turned out the light, casting the compartment in a soft glow of darkness.

"Yes," I said. Yes, it would be possible. As I leaned in and began licking the crack of his ass, it was very possible. Within minutes, as I explored deep in the crevice and found his hole, he was David. It was David's firm butt, David's firm hole that felt and tasted so wonderful....David's hard bubble butt that I would fuck, and for the next many miles, David wasn't missing at all. He was safe and sound with me, laid out across the bed in a moving train, writhing and moaning under my tongue.

It took several minutes of tongue and fingers to get Steven relaxed and loosened up enough to stretch his asshole open so I could drive my tongue up inside him. He went nuts when I did. I got pretty excited too, my cock throbbing hard in the mattress.

"Fuck, Jon, what're you doing to me?" Steven groaned.

"Taking your virginity a little bit at a time," I said.

"Geezusss, I didn't know it would involve eating my cherry before you busted it."

"I love cherries," I said.

"You can eat mine all you want. Fuck, I think I could cum this way."

"Don't," I said. He was wet and slick and I added more spit, the only lube we had. I hadn't expected this at all. I think some of the slickness was from him, the natural lube in his ass as he opened up for me. I rose up on my knees and aimed my cock between his buns. He reached back for it, squeezing it, and I think gauging its size.

"Fuck, Jon, I guess I didn't realize how big you are. I don't know if I can take that."

"Now is a hell of a time to chicken out," I said. I paused. I wouldn't fuck him if he didn't want it. I wasn't going to rape him. "Mann, I wanta fuck you so bad," I said hoarsely.

He moved my cock up and down the crack of his ass, tentatively. I took hold of it myself, and nudged it against his hole. I could feel the muscle clenching.

"Your ass wants it," I told him. I wet three fingers and held them up for him to see. "See this?" Then I shoved them in his ass and twisted them around. "That hurt?" I asked.


"That's what you were taking. You're plenty relaxed and loose," I said, and replaced my fingers with the head of my cock pressing hard against his hole. I paused to see if he was going to stop me and when he didn't I shoved. I went in easy and pretty deep. He snapped his head back with a surprised gasp but he didn't tell me to stop so I shoved in deeper.

"Awwwhh! Ohh, Jon!" he cried.

"Too much?" I stopped with barely two inches to go. He didn't say it was too much so I gave him the last two inches.

"AAAwwwoohhhh! Fuucckkkk!" he cried softly.

I held in deep and tight and hard, my loins flattened against his taut butt.

"Godd, your butt is awesome, Steven," I said, but I was thinking of David's butt. There might have been a twinge of guilt over what I was doing except by now my cock had taken over my thought process and guilt would have to wait. As I felt Steven's asshole clenching around my cock, I began driving back and forth through it. "Your ass is as incredible inside as outside," I told him as I squeezed his butt muscles. "How does that feel?"

"Good, Jon. I don't know how to describe it," he said, his voice a little nervous. "Fuck, man, if I'd known......."

"Yeah, we could've been fucking our way all across Europe," I finished for him. I found it a little hard to believe I was actually fucking my best friend, but my cock didn't. It was where it wanted to be, doing what it did best. I fucked him hard. I fucked him gentle. I rode his ass like it was a saddle and he was a pony under me.

He responded in kind, at one point rearing up his knees to drive his hips back to me. We didn't last long and felt no need to. It was just too good for him because it was his first experience, and good for me because I was the one giving him that experience. I was pleased at how well he opened up for me, how responsive he was to my thrusts. I really didn't think he would be able to handle my size so well. No condom made it even better, the warm, satiny folds of his ass squeezing and massaging my long, thick, raw inches.

I turned him over and fucked him on his back, his legs on my shoulders. He liked that position; he said I went in deeper. I was pleased that he was taking to being fucked so well, and wondered if he would want to do it again.

"Jon, this is good. I think I could do this all day if I could stay sane," he said.

I smiled.

"You're not gonna last all day, cause I'm gonna fuck you crazy," I said.

I built him up rapidly, taking him into insanity mode. He cried out and groaned and yelled with pleasure, clinging to me with his legs around my hips and his hands clutching my shoulders like I was a life preserver in a storm. I blew my load deep inside him. When I was cumming in him his eyes widened and I knew he could feel it. Seconds later, he sprayed himself with his own cum. I flattened myself on top of him and used it as lotion between our bodies.

"Can't believe we did this," he said as we were catching our breath.

"Any regrets?" I asked.


"You said you could do it all day. Do you still feel that way?"


"Good, because we've got a lot more time left on this trip," I said.

Chapter Seventeen

(Train to Paris)

We had a lot of time and we crisscrossed Europe at will. After Amsterdam we were on a train to France. I was still worried about David, but it turned out to be an interesting trip. At one point I got up to go to the bathroom. I noticed this young guy staring at me and he sort of smirked as I walked up the aisle. He looked about twenty; he was cute. As I moved past him, he winked and brushed his hand against my leg. I didn't know he had followed me to the bathroom till I opened the door to come back out and he was right there in my face. I noticed his nice athletic build. He asked if I could hand him a paper towel; he had an accent. I told him he should just come in and get it. He came in and closed the door behind him and locked it.

With his back to me, drying his hands, I suddenly pushed him up against the wall, pinning him. He tightened up but he didn't struggle. I turned him around, muttering something like, "You asked for this," and smashed my lips hard on his. He kissed me back. Then I turned him around--I was pretty rough with him--and reached around in front to undo his belt and his pants. I shoved his pants down to his knees--he wasn't wearing any shorts--and spat on my cock and shoved in. He didn't know how big I was and it surprised him, and it hurt.

"Godd!" he cried out, but he still didn't try to get away from me. Maybe he thought he couldn't, or maybe liked it rough.

I started fucking him. I put my hand over his mouth to keep him from moaning too loudly. It was raw sex, nothing more, just like with the guy in the hotel room. I was giving him what he wanted and getting what I wanted in return. I didn't try to hold off and I didn't concern myself about whether he was ready to cum. I shot my load up inside him; yeah, no condom. I pulled out and quickly washed up. He was clean; he had come on the train ready for it. As I was at the sink, he was wiping his cock off with a paper towel then wiped his cum off the wall. As I was about to leave he said he wanted to meet up with me in Paris, and quickly wrote down his phone number. When I got back to my seat Steven was wondering what happened; he asked where I'd been. I told him I was walking around the train, thinking.

In France I didn't hook up with anyone. I didn't call the guy I'd met and fucked on the train. I got melancholy again, thinking about David. It hurt me gravely, not knowing where he was or what had happened to him. I refused to even think of him being dead. That was impossible. I couldn't think it.

Chapter Eighteen

(Ramstein Hospital)

Steven and I continued our travels. We were back in Munich. Communications from home brought nothing; David was still missing.

By some fluke, my mother called again just as we were preparing to leave the hotel. I was almost afraid to hear her voice.

"I have good news and bad news. They found David," she said.

It struck me badly that she didn't sound excited with that news.

"Alive?" I asked, before she could go on.

"Yes, but he's been seriously wounded."

"How bad?" I asked.

"An Iraqi family hid him and it took several days, ten days I think, before they were able to make contact with the Americans so they could go in and get him."

"How bad is he hurt?" I asked again.

"I don't know the full extent of his leg badly shattered, a shoulder, an arm. Broken ribs. Honey, I wanted to let you know, he's in the hospital at Ramstein......."

"That's in Germany!" I exclaimed.

"I thought you might be able to see him."

"Yes, we're in Munich! I will go see him!"

I decided to part company with Steven and go see David on my own. Leaving the rest of my stuff with Steven, I packed just my overnight travel kit with some clean underwear and took a train to Kaiserslautern and Ramstein. I arrived near midnight and went straight to the hospital.

"I'm looking for Lt. David Ransome."

"He's not allowed visitors at this hour," the orderly said.

"I'll wait. Where can I wait?" I asked.

"There's a lounge right down the hall, third door on the right," he said.

I went to the lounge and found a couch, where I tossed and turned for a while before I finally slept. I was awakened some hours later by someone shaking my shoulder roughly.

"They said to wake you," the orderly said. "You're here to see Lt. Ransome."

"Yes," I said.

"You can see him now. Down that hallway, last room on the right," he said, pointing down a long, poorly lighted hallway.

I had to restrain myself from running down the hall. At his room I stopped to compose myself, took in a deep breath, then pushed the door and went in. He was staring up at the ceiling; he turned his head slowly toward me. He was more than a little surprised to see me.

"Jon! What the fuck.....!!"

The sight of him then the sound of his voice caused me to lose it. I fought it but I choked up as I approached his bed. He put his good arm, his right, out to me.

"Come here, Little Man."

I moved up next to his bed and he put his arm around my tight, so powerful, I could feel his hard muscles flexed. I was a little embarrassed; there were three other men in the room and two of them were watching. The other one was asleep. But David wasn't the least embarrassed. It took me a moment to regain my composure so I could speak.

"How bad?" I asked.

"A few cuts and bruises, I ought be out of here....."

"How bad, dammit!" I barked, fighting back emotions with everything in me. He was sounding too cavalier and it pissed me off, especially after I had worried so much about him. I turned my back to the others to hide the emotions that were welling up in me.

He quickly lost his attitude. "Shoulder, arm, some ribs...." He motioned to the cast that encased his shoulder and arm. "Pretty much everything on the left side," he said.

"What about the leg?" I said, nodding to the Velcro brace.

"That's the good one," he said, laughing. "It's the other one I'm worried about. They've operated once but they don't know yet if they'll be able to save it," he said bluntly as he uncovered his other leg. It was heavily bandaged.

I fought choking up again. "That's not cuts and bruises," I said.

"Oh, I've got plenty of those too," he said with a grin.

"Don't joke around with me David. I hate this," I said.

"Is this your brother?" one of the men asked.

"Naw, just somebody I knew from high school," David replied.

"And you came all the way over here to see him?" the solider asked, surprised.

"I was in the neighborhood," I said. Then I politely explained that a friend and I were pack-packing across Europe.

"I was gonna say, the LT is a good man, but he sure as hell ain't worth making a special trip," the man said.

"Fuck you, Anderson," David said.

The orderly came in and told me I would have to leave for a few minutes. I took David's hand discreetly and squeezed it. I left his room and rushed past an officer, into the rest room that I had passed. I turned the water on and leaned over the sink and cried like a baby. I didn't hear the door open and didn't know there was anyone there till I glanced in the mirror after splashing cold water on my face. I didn't know his rank but I knew he was an officer.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yes. I will be, now," I said.

"He's going to be okay, too," he said.

It took me a moment to realize he was talking about David. I scowled. "He said he's not sure if he'll lose his leg. I don't call that being okay."

"His good leg is mending well. We think we can save the other one. I'm on my way to tell him now. Do you want to come along?"

"I don't know if I should, he may want to hear it from you, alone; he'll probably have questions," I said.

"I think he would like for you to be there," he said with a warm smile.

David gave us a wary look when we walked in together. "Uh-Oh. If it takes two of you to break it to me, colonel, this can't be good news," he said.

The colonel explained how the team of doctors thought they could patch up his leg. The two other men applauded.

"Too bad, LT, I know you thought you bought a ticket home," one of them said.

"He did, but it won't be one way," The colonel said. "It won't be as good as new, but it's better than getting a whole new leg," he told David. "Do you have any questions?"

"No, sir," David said, tight lipped.

The colonel looked surprised at his curt reply. "Well then, orderly, I want you to move the lieutenant to a private room," he said.

"Yes, sir."

"Sir, I'm fine here. I requested this....."

"Lieutenant, this is not the battlefield. This is my hospital and I give the orders," the colonel said. Then he turned to the orderly. "Make the lieutenant comfortable."

I glanced at David and stepped out of the room with the doctor.

"Thank you," I said.

"You can have some privacy with him now," he said, with a penetrating look that bewildered me. "Son....I know what I see, and I see it more often than the Army would like to admit," he went on, putting a hand on my shoulder. We looked at each other and I wasn't sure what he saw. "He's a very brave man, trying not to be down. He was losing that battle till you walked in. I can only believe there's a very good reason for that. He needs this private time with you."

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." But I must have still looked bewildered, only because I was. I thought I knew what he was saying, but that would be impossible; this was a military hospital.

The colonel took me by the arm and led me into a small office that was empty. "In case I'm not making myself clear....I will try to put this as delicately as I can....the best medicine the lieutenant could possibly get right now is to spend some private time with someone he cares about and who obviously cares very much about him."

Suddenly I got it, and I was stunned. I still couldn't believe that an officer was suggesting what I thought he was suggesting. "Begging your pardon, sir, but....well, this is a military hospital, and if you're saying what I think you're saying....the military has a policy on......"

"Screw the military's policy," he cut me off.

I smiled, a bit teary eyed.

Just then the orderly came up to us. "He's moved, sir."

"You moved him into a room with a lock on the door?" the doctor asked in a quiet tone. "Because I don't want him disturbed. He needs rest. But," he quickly added with a hand up, "nothing to make him sleep."

"Yes, sir."

The doctor looked at me with a knowing nod, as if to say, "Now, you do understand?"

I nodded and tried not to smile. I walked with the orderly down the hall.

"One thing....," he said. He showed me the keys on his hip. "I'll be in to wake you up. These keys get turned over to someone else at 6:30 am."

"To wake me?" I asked.

"To wake whoever might be asleep," he said.

"You mean I....I'm staying in his room with him?"

"Uhhhh....well, if you do, you're gonna have to sleep in the same bed with him; we didn't move in an extra bed."

Now I was really stunned.

We were at the door. The orderly had his hand flattened against it, about to push it open.

"Listen, I know he's hurt....a lot of injuries.....," he said, letting his words trail off, as if he wasn't sure he should continue. But then he did. "It's his left leg that's so badly shattered. You take the right side of the bed. The Velcro cast comes off."

"But he's got busted ribs, a shoulder, one arm......"

"He's man enough to know how much pain he can endure. And I'm sure he's smart enough to figure out the best way to minimize the pain. And in case you're wondering, that part is still working fine," he added with a smile.

"Yes, I'm sure it is," I said with an embarrassed smile.

"Oh, it is. It beats him up and awake every morning," he said, laughing.

"Listen, corporal....the colonel....I'm totally surprised and bewildered at his know what I mean?"

"Yes. He's pretty cool about things. I've seen him do this twice before." Then he said, "Don't forget to lock the door." As he was about to turn to go, he added, "Hey, be good to him."

"Yes. Yes, I will be," I said. I stood there for a moment, afraid for some reason to push the door open. Suddenly I remembered something. I turned and went back to the rest room and took a locked stall with my overnight bag. I tended to the preparations of what I hoped might transpire with David, then went back to his room.

David smiled at me when I went in. It was a tight smile, like he was trying to keep something behind it that he didn't want me to see. He reached out and took my hand and we just looked at each other for a moment.

"I hate it too but I can't let it get me down," he said. "I mean, I've got another leg, strong as ever. Just feel that." He took my hand and placed it on his bare thigh, still with no trace of embarrassment. It was like rock.

"I don't think that's a good idea here," I said, drawing my hand back. Even though the colonel had arranged for us to be together, I was still a little shy about doing anything in a military hospital.

"I hate it most, Jon, because I won't be the man I was for you," he said, more serious now. "I don't know about some of the scars......"

"They'll just make you look even sexier. Besides, a few scars don't matter. None of it matters to me."

"Well, I would like to think my looks had something to do with the attraction."

"Yes, but then I got to know you," I said.

"I wondered why the decision to move me," he said.

"I asked the doctor that," I said.

"What'd he say?"

"He said....his exact words were, 'I know what I see'." David stared at me. "Yeah, he saw," I said.

"Oh, Godd, he knows?"

"He saw it in me, now you," I reassured him. "Well....he also noticed a miraculous change in you after I arrived. But all they really know about you is that you're a horny fuck."

"They? Who else knows?" David asked.

"Well, the corporal said your cock wakes up before you do every morning."

"Geezuss!" he swore. "I don't believe it. This is a US Army hospital."

"The colonel had something to say about that, too. He said, screw the Army's policy."

David gaped at me with a look of shock. "He said that!?!"

"Well, his exact words were something like, 'putting it as delicately as he could, he told me that the best medicine the lieutenant could possibly get right now is to spend some private time with someone he cares about and who obviously cares very much about him.' Oh, and the orderly said his shift ends 6:30 and he turns the keys over to someone else. He said he would be in to wake us up."

"Us? You're spending the night?" he asked.

"Unless you don't want me to."

David laid his head back in the pillow, tightlipped. "God, Jon, I'm so glad you're here."

"I'm glad you're here," I said.

"Sorry I gave you such a scare."

"Don't ever do that again," I said.

"Can't make any promises," he said.

"The orderly said you've already eaten."


"Then you won't be needing him for anything else." I walked over and locked the door. I came back to the bed and touched the removable cast gingerly. "Can we take this off?" I asked, touching the cast on his leg.

"Yes, but I don't think you wanta see that; it's pretty gruesome," he said.

"I can't imagine anything about you that could possibly be gruesome," I said, tugging on the Velcro closures.

He shrugged and said, "Okay," and together we opened the closures and I laid the cast open. The bandages were loose and I lifted them and laid them aside. I hoped to hell I didn't cringe or show any emotion when I saw his leg, but I'm afraid I did.

"I told you," he said.

His thigh was a network of scars and stitches down the center of the thick muscle. Ugly as it was, it still couldn't hide the beauty of his muscular leg.

"It's like a treasure trail, leading from the other direction," I said.

"As if you need a trail to follow," he joked.

I leaned down and kissed it and before he could stop me, I began kissing my way up his thigh. I felt his hand gently on my head and heard a sob choked down. I looked up. He had one forearm across his eyes. Then I saw the jerking of his stomach muscles where he was sobbing.

"Please, Jon, don't do this....don't humble yourself....I don't deserve this," he said between sobs.

I rose up and looked at him with a dead-pan stare and gently moved his arm away from his face. "I've worried myself sick over you. I'm the one who got the phone call that you were missing. I've had nightmares about you getting killed. I think I'm as qualified as you are, to know what you deserve, and what I want to give."

"Damn, Jon, where did I find you?" he said hoarsely as he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.

"If I remember correctly, sinking to the bottom of a fuckin' lake. And this is not humbling myself," I said sternly, and started taking off my clothes.

"What're you doing?" he asked.

"The orderly said for me to sleep on the right side of the bed so I wouldn't hurt your bad leg or shoulder. But you gotta tell me where everything hurts."

"You know, I don't think I'm going to give a fuck what hurts," he said with a sly grin.

"Have you managed any sex since you deployed?" I asked.

"Does my hand count?"

"No, but anybody else's hand does," I joked.

When I was naked I stood beside the bed.

"Godd, I love seeing you like that," he said hoarsely.

I untied his hospital gown and pulled it open, exposing his broad, muscular chest and the slope of his solid abs. I touched his stomach just above his navel and traced my fingers down the thin line of dark hair, and trailed my right hand up the scar on his thigh. He had cuts and bruises elsewhere but I hardly noticed.

"Two well-marked trails, I can't help but find the treasure," I said as I cupped his balls with my right hand and laid my left hand over his thick rubbery cock.

"Who taught you map reading?" he joked.

"You did," I said. I leaned down and put my open mouth over his right nipple and licked and tongued it till it hardened. I felt the scar forming in his chest muscle as well.

David gasped and moaned deep in his belly. "Ohh, Godd, I remember that," he said.

I rose up and looked into his eyes. They were wet with emotion and his face was a roadmap of feelings that were emerging.

"Do you remember this?" I asked as I leaned down and kissed him.

"MMmnnnnn," he moaned softly as he brought his good arm around my shoulders and returned my kiss with passion.

David wrapped his good arm around me and pulled me back down to resume our kiss. At the same time he shoved his leg between my legs. I locked my thighs around his leg and rode it. We made up for a lot of time in that kiss. I imagined the seconds counting off the days we'd been apart and I nearly choked up that I had missed him so, and now we were finally together in this intimate embrace. David's tongue was everywhere in my mouth, strong and dominant, as he was in everything. I felt his hand moving down my back and come to rest on my bare butt.

"Damn, that feels good," he murmured as he squeezed the muscles that I made taut for him.

"Your hand feels good," I said. I rose up and gazed at him, my eyes roaming up and down his beautiful body. It was as if I had to emblazon the image in my brain in order to believe he was real, and alive and well. I almost choked up just looking at him. Godd, I loved him so much. Our eyes met and he was smiling.

"David, I am so filled with emotion, I am so glad to see you, I feel like I'm about to burst,' I said.

"I know. I feel the same way. We gotta let it out," he said.

"How about I start here," I said, wrapping my hand around his cock. "You must have a terrible buildup down here." I moved my hand up and down his cock several times, marveling at the sheer beauty of his manhood, watching the pre-cum bubble up from the wide piss slit. "I don't know about your overall physical condition....what you're up for, how many times...."

"As much, and as many times as we can work in," he cut in. "Everything down there is working fine. We can pull an all-nighter if you want."

"I want very much; we've got a lot of time to make up for," I said as I bent down and took his cock in my mouth.

"Ohh, Godd!...Ohhh...Ohhh, Geezuss!" David moaned as I began sucking him.

David's hand never left my butt. His strong fingers worked into the deep crevice, searching and finding my asshole. It clinched tightly, as if it knew what was in store. I knew, and I could hardly wait. I wasn't sure how we would accomplish it, but I knew we would.

I rose up. "I've missed this so much....I want your load as soon as you can," I said.

"Then don't stop," he said.

I didn't stop again and David gave it up to me, in such volume and force that I was amazed. He didn't tell me he was getting close and he was so in control that I couldn't tell until his cock suddenly bolted and began spurting warm, thick cum into my mouth. I put a lip lock on his cock so I wouldn't lose any of it. I winced and groaned as his finger penetrated my ass. He hadn't forgotten the way to my prostate and in the throes of his own climax, he was almost brutal in his treatment of it. I squealed around his cock, my mouth filling up with cum, as I felt myself losing control. I hadn't intended to cum this quick, but I couldn't hold back. As I took David's voluminous load, I lost my own. It shot all over his hip and thigh and the side of his butt, and against the side of the mattress.

I stayed on him till I had swallowed his warm, sweet cum. Despite the buildup and the heavy volume, I couldn't get enough. He tasted so wonderful, and I didn't know when we could be together like this again. When I had him drained I rose up and started to wipe my spit and cum drool with the back of my hand, but David reached up and took hold of my wrist to stop me. Then he put his hand around the back of my neck and pulled my face down to his.

"I want to see if I remember the taste of you like that," he said as he kissed me.

It was another hot, passionate kiss that prevented our cocks from going down. He lavered the inside of my mouth with his tongue, sucking up the taste of his own cum.

"Whew!" he gasped as we broke apart. "Yeah, I remember. Come on, climb in here with me," he said, maneuvering himself to the side of the narrow bed.

"Are you sure there's room? I don't wanta hurt you," I said.

"I told you, I don't care what hurts," he said.

I crawled in bed with him and he shared his pillow but I lay on his muscular arm. He brought his hand down and squeezed my right pec and flicked my nipple with his fingers.

"That was fucking memorable," he said.

"I'm glad it brought back memories," I said. "It's been so long." I choked up again.

David hugged me tight in his right arm. "What's the matter?"

"David, I just didn't know....if we....if we would ever be like this again. I've been so scared."

He hugged me tighter and kissed the top of my head.

"You gotta stop worrying so much, Little Man; it can drive you crazy. I'm all right, and I'm gonna keep being all right. As soon as this leg heals....."

I quickly pressed my fingers to his lips. "I don't wanta hear when your leg heals," I said, "because it can only mean one thing."

"It's what I am, Jon. It's who I am. I want you to be happy with that, and maybe even a little bit proud," he said.

I rose up so I could look at him. "I am so fuckin' proud of you, David."

"Thanks. Not everybody is, you know."

"Fuck everybody else," I said.

He laughed. "Actually....I think I've got all I can handle right here," he said. "And speaking of you think we could uh....manage that?"

"Yes," I said.

"Great! But first, I'd like to....well, do you think you could climb up here and set that tight little ass on my face? I wanta get you ready first."

"Hell, yeah!" I said eagerly. Little did he know that I was ready to take him on the moment I walked in the door. I was a little surprised. David had rimmed me before and he said he loved my ass, but I guess I didn't realize he was so into it. I stood up and straddled his hips, facing him, careful not to bump his other arm or shoulder. He took hold of my cock.

"Let's start with this," he said as he pulled my cock down to his mouth.

"Ohhh, Godddd!" I moaned softly as he began sucking my cock. I hadn't been celibate since our last time together but nothing, none of those other times, could compare with David's mouth on my cock. I couldn't stand it for more than a couple of minutes before I had to pull my cock back. "I can't stand that, David, it's just too fuckin' good, and watching you do it makes it unbearable," I said.

"Wow! I didn't know I'd improved that much," he joked.

"You never needed improvement," I said.

He put his arm between my legs and clasped his hand around my butt, with his middle finger as a lock between my butt muscles. He pressed his fingertip against my hole and pulled me toward him, taking my cock in his mouth again. He gave it a few more strokes then let it go and nuzzled down to suck my balls for a moment. From there he went for my ass. I hunkered up over him so I was sitting on his face. He pulled the side of my butt apart and I pulled the other side so my ass was open to him and he began tonguing me. I slid my asshole back and forth over his mouth, driving myself nuts. There was no signal, but we both seemed to know when we were ready. I rose up and David gripped his cock and held it straight up. I backed up a little and set my asshole against his cockhead. We didn't bother with lube; he felt slick enough--I supposed he used spit--and my asshole was slick. I let my weight down on his cock to perfect the penetration. My asshole quickly gave way and spread for his wide, bulbous cockhead.

"Ohhh!" I cried softly as he penetrated me.

"Take it easy, we're in no hurry," he told me.

Some part of me wanted the pain. It meant that this was all real; that David was real, and not the dream that I'd been living in for so long. He was real, and hot and hard and horny and I wanted him inside me and I didn't give a damn how much it hurt. And part of me thought it was appropriate that I should endure pain to match what he had gone through. With barely a hesitation, I rode all the way down on his cock and ground my butt hard against his loins.

"Ohhh! Ohhh, Fuck!" he cried out.

It was a strange outcry, and I suddenly realized that he was hurting from my movements too close to his ribcage.

"Damn! I'm sorry! I forgot," I said and quickly rose up about half way off his cock.

"No, it's okay," he said as he urged me back down.

"I don't want to hurt you."

"Hurt me, dammit!" he said. "I don't care, it's nothing I can't handle, just fuck me!"

I fucked him but I tried to be careful. It was awkward, trying to be careful of his ribs, his bad arm and shoulder, but together we maneuvered it. Godd, he felt good inside me. And from his face and his guttural moans, my ass felt good riding up and down on his cock. Having both shot off already, we lasted longer than we otherwise would have, and it was a great, wonderful fuck, filled with passion and plain, raw, sex combined.

"You tell me if you wanta take a break," I said at one point.

"The only break I want is shooting my load deep inside your tight ass, and feeling yours spraying all over me," he said.

"Fuck, just hearing you say that, it's gonna happen real soon," I said.

It wasn't real soon. It was at least a half hour of non-stop sex before David announced in a wavering voice that he was getting close and for me not to stop riding him because he wanted to cum. I didn't stop riding him; I wanted to cum too. We managed to pull it off within seconds of each other; we hadn't forgotten how attuned we were to each other's bodies. All I needed was to feel David's hot cum spurting up inside me for my own trigger to trip. A few seconds later, I was shooting big streams of cum all over David's chest and shoulders and I even got some on his neck and face.

Once we were finished, I didn't want to linger with my weight resting on him. When I eased up off of his cock, it fell heavily with a wet smack onto his stomach and was coated with his cum running out of my ass before I could close it up tight.

"Fuck, what a mess," I said as I carefully climbed off the bed.

"It's a wonderful mess," David said.

I wet a washcloth and cleaned him off and dried him, then I cleaned myself up. Then I crawled back in bed with him and we dozed off.

Not surprisingly, we both woke up with hard cocks. Mine was throbbing against David's hip where I was lying with my leg wrapped around his good leg. My arm was across his hips, a safe distance down from his ribs. I glanced at my watch; it was five after one in the morning.

"Well, would you look at that," David said, looking down at his cock. "I thought you took care of that."

"I did."

"You obviously didn't do a very good job," he said.

"Well, I'll try again," I said. I started to rise up and go down on him but he stopped me. I looked up at him.

"Do you think there's any way we could get into a sixty nine position? Godd, I wanta do that so bad," he said.

"We can try," I said.

There was no way to get in a traditional sixty-nine position but we improvised. I let the head of the bed down so David was lying flat then standing on one leg, I brought other leg up with my foot lodged in the headboard so he could reach my cock, then I bent down and took hold of is cock. It was awkward but nice; such a thrill to be sucking each other like that.

"Godd, if only you could fuck me, that would make this visit complete," he said at one point.

"I don't think we'd better try that," I said. "I don't want to have to explain to the colonel if we fuck something up."

"I agree, but I want to so bad."

"Let's save it, till another time, when we can get rowdy and rough," I said.

"You like it rowdy and rough?"

"Sometimes not as rowdy and rough as you give it to me, but you don't hear me complaining, do you?"

"You wouldn't complain if I raped you," he said.

"No, I wouldn't," I said. "Listen, I can give you the next best thing," I said as I wet my fingers and put my hand between his legs.

"Aahhh, yesss," he whispered with anticipation as he spread his leg apart.

I worked my finger inside him and found his prostate. He whinnied with pleasure as he thrashed his butt around on my hand, fucking himself with my finger. I bent down and sucked his cock at the same time while he did mine. It was an intense and explosive climax, and he was a long time recovering, while I savored the taste of him and watched his massive chest heaving to catch his breath.

"Godd, Little Man! You are fucking with my brain, doing shit like that to me," he said.

"Uhhh....that wasn't your brain I was fucking with," I joked.

"Would you consider enlisting? I could get the colonel to swear you in. I want you in my outfit," he said.

"And we know how that would work out," I said, laughing.

We didn't go back to sleep; time was too precious, and we used it to our best advantage, every minute of it. Even the time we spent just holding each other and talking was precious. As the time approached for the orderly to come in, my asshole ached, not from being fucked three times, but from the intensity of repeated climaxes. My balls ached. David said his ass ached and he hadn't even been fucked.

"That really bothers me, you know," he said.

"What bothers you?"

"Not being fucked," he said. "Listen, we managed a sixty-nine."

"Fucking you wouldn't be the same. I'm afraid I would hurt you," I said.

"You could stand beside the bed, I could move over to the side of the bed," he said.

"You really want it, don't you?"

"Yes, Little Man, I really want it. I want you to fuck me. We don't know when we will have this chance again. I want that to take back with me."

"All right, we'll try it." David turned onto his side and maneuvered himself to the edge of the bed. I went around to that side and stood beside the bed where his awesome butt was stuck out over the edge of the mattress. I squatted down on my haunches and began kissing and licking his ass and flicking my tongue around his asshole. He moaned softly. I pulled his butt apart and drove my tongue up inside him, followed by my fingers.

"Fuck me, Jon," he said hoarsely. "Fuck me as hard as you can."

I spat in my hand as I stood up, lubing up my cock. I kept fingering his ass as I aimed my cock. On target, I clasped my hand around his hip and shoved. He was relaxed and so wanting, penetration was surprisingly easy.

"Ohhh...Goddddd!" he moaned softly as I slowly impaled him on my cock. "Ohh, that feels so good! Fuck me hard, Jon. Real hard. Make me feel like your man."

I wasn't sure what he meant by that, but I fucked him as hard as I could considering the circumstances. So hard that I kept having to pull him back by his hip to the edge of the mattress, and we kept moving the bed across the room. Finally, in the throes of our lust, David told me to get up on the bed with him.

"Come up here with me where you can get some leverage," he said as he started to maneuver himself toward the center of the bed but I stopped him.

"No, this'll have to do," I said.

"Fuck my brains out then; make me cum," he said huskily.

I tried. He was nearly beside himself by the time we finished; his straining muscles were trembling.

"Oh, Godd! Oh, Godd, I'm gonna cum all over the bed!" he cried softly.

There was nothing I could do about it and at the moment, I didn't care. I fucked him to climax. I could tell by his asshole that he was cumming. He was coming down from it when I lost my load. I shot it deep inside him.

"Oh, Godd, Yeah! Come, Little Man. Give it to me!" he cried.

When it was over I pulled out and got the same towel we had already used to wipe his ass then went around to try to wipe up the cum mess on the bed, but the stuff was already soaking into the sheets. I wiped it up as best I could.

"Thanks. That was awesome," David said.

"It also has to be the finale," I said. "Are you okay? Do you want me to clean up any more?"

"No, I'm fine," David said.

"What do you think they'll say about the mess we made on the bed. Do you think they'll notice?"

David laughed. "Hell, man, the whole room smells like sex. He can't miss the smell of cum."

"Do you think he'll say anything? I mean, it's going to look awfully suspicious, me staying the night with you, and the place smelling like cum, and the mess on the bed."

"Don't worry about it. I'll tell him to take it up with the colonel," David said.

We didn't bother putting David's hospital gown back on him but I got dressed because I was expecting a different orderly. I was happily surprised when the same orderly let himself in. He was several minutes early and I noticed he locked the door behind him.

"Did you guys have a good night?" he asked cheerfully.

"We had a great night," I said.

He noticed David's gown then. "What happened to your gown?" he asked. Then he said, with a concerned frown. "LT, did this guy take advantage of you?"

"Yes, he did, and I want him charged," David said.

"With what?" I asked, laughing.

"Being the best damned molester to ever get hold of me," he said.

"Well, listen, I came in early just to check and make sure everything's in order, so we don't arouse any suspicions," the orderly said.

I sheepishly pointed out to the orderly the mess we'd made on the sheets.

"Nothing to worry about. Happens all the time, what with wet dreams," he said. "I'll change them."

"Oh, really," I said, surprised.

"Fuck, yeah. You don't think every guy checks his testosterone at the door when he comes in here, do you?" He went to the cabinet and got clean sheets. He kept talking as he changed them, with David still in the bed. "Hell, I've had guys banged up far worse than the LT but as long as everything between their legs is working, they handle it one way or another." He glanced at the locked door and lowered his voice. "I shouldn't be telling you this, but I know I can trust you guys. I had this young kid--hell, he should've been back in high school fucking the cheerleaders instead of fighting a war--he was in pretty bad shape, but he was so damned happy to still have his manhood, he didn't care about anything else. Well, he had his manhood all right. I mean, this boy was HUNG! And it made itself known in no uncertain terms. He was so proud of it." He paused to laugh. "The poor guy, he had everything but his cock in a cast, couldn't do anything for himself except chew his food. His cock wouldn't fit into a urinal unless you caught him when he was soft, which was rare, and even then he was usually half hard and he still would barely fit. I mean, he was beer can thick. So we had to use a bedpan for him to take a piss. He got so frustrated because he couldn't do anything about it, and he begged me for some way that he could get himself off. I really felt sorry for him. I finally relented and jacked him off myself." He paused to laugh again. "Goddamn, the load that kid blew, I thought he was gonna white wash the fuckin' room. He was so thankful. He're not gonna believe this....he said he would give me head if I would keep doing it, and he wasn't even gay, he was that desperate."

"Did you let him?" I asked.

"No, he wasn't gay, I wasn't going to make him, or let him suck my cock just for a hand job," the orderly said.

"You fucker," David growled.

"What?" the orderly asked with a confused look.

"You let me suffer while you were jacking this kid off? I oughta report you for dereliction of duty."

"LT, you're an officer, there's no way I was gonna offer to jack you off. Besides, you sure as hell don't need my hand," he said, looking at me with a smile.

After a few minutes the other orderly arrived and took over. While David and I were eating--they brought me a tray, too--the colonel came in.

"How're you feeling?" he asked David.

"I'm feeling great, sir," David replied cheerfully.

"Yes, I can see you are," the colonel said, smiling at me. "I trust you had a good night."

"We had a great night, thank you, sir," David said.

The colonel laughed. "Yes, well, you notice I didn't ask if you slept well."

"That would've been a big negative, sir," David said. "Listen, colonel, if I can get this guy talked into joining the Army, could you swear him in, and get him assigned to my outfit?"

"I could swear him in, but no, I wouldn't have him assigned to your outfit."

"Why not?"

"Because you would get your ass court-martialed for fraternization with enlisted men," the colonel said.

I walked out with the colonel.

"I want to thank you again, sir," I said.

"Nonsense. I should be the one thanking you. You've put the lieutenant back on the road to recovery."

"Yes," I said with a frown. "So he can go back."

"Son....what is your name, by the way?"


"Jon, it would take a platoon of special forces to keep that man from going back over there to his unit. It's who he is."

"I know."

"So don't even bother trying to discourage him. In fact, I prefer you not talk about it. Just let him enjoy the time he has with you."

"I will, sir."

The colonel left us alone and I never saw him after that. David and I finished eating.

"They'll be sending me back to the states for rehab," he said.


"I don't know. Probably Walter Reed."

"I'll be there," I said.

"That's not necessary. Hell, you can't....."

"I said, I'll be there," I snapped.

"Okay. Don't bite my head off."

"Okay. Don't argue with me," I said.

Chapter Nineteen

(Taking David Home)

I couldn't accompany David back to the states, and he insisted that I finish my tour of Europe with Steven.

"No need to cut your trip short, there's nothing you can do back home," he said. Then he smiled, that smirking, knowing grin of his and asked, "By the way, have you and this Steven....?" He let his words trail off.

He didn't have to finish; I knew what he was asking. I didn't know if I should tell him, but hell, he could probably see it in my face.

"Yeah," I said, my head down.

He reached up and tilted him head up.

"There's no need to hang your head," he said. "Is he hot?"

"Very hot," I said, quite relieved at David's attitude. "No, not hotter than you," I added.

"You're just saying that. You've got yourself a stud," he chided me.

"He's a stud, but not the stud you are," I said. I still wished I didn't have to be admitting to him about Steven. I told him that.

"Remember the guy who worked at the bus station who took me in?" He emailed you," David said.


"This is no different, with you and Steven," he said. "We take what we need when it's offered."

"But while I was taking what I needed, you were......"

He held up his hand to shush me. "I don't want to hear any more about it," he said sternly. "Except the details," he added, laughing.

"Someday I'll tell you the details," I said.

"Someday, being before you leave here and go back to him," he said.

"It's not like I'm going back to him," I said.

"You know all about me and the bus station guy," he reminded me.

"Well, his ass could rival your ass," I admitted.

David laughed. "So now we know the attraction."

So I told him about Steven and me, all the details. He was smiling the whole time. When I was finished, he squeezed my arm and said, "I'm glad for you." I never mentioned the boy in Tuscany, or the boy on the train. Or Tomas.

I was prepared to get a room nearby and be close to David for the time he was at Ramstein but the Army was wasting no time in getting him back to the States. We said a proper goodbye. No emotions except what we could see in each other's eyes. We shook hands then he gave me a sharp salute and I left. I told him I would see him back in the States.

Steven and I finished our back-packing tour of Europe. There was no more sex between us. Neither of us initiated it and we both understood why. We headed back in time for school. Only I wasn't thinking about school. I was thinking about David. I put aside getting ready for school and went to Walter Reed.

I was surprised at how well he had recuperated. He was walking! Rather precariously, to be sure, but he was moving under his own power. And he was exercising his arm and shoulder. He looked fantastic, but as he pointed out, he had a long way to go.

"Damn, you look good enough to eat," I said under my breath.

"Maybe we can get that arranged," he joked.

I got a room and stayed. I visited him every moment of every day, till he told me to leave and get registered for school.

"That can wait," I said.

"No. I'm progressing fine. These guys know what they're doing. You need to get on with your life, too."

"That sounds like you want me to get used to getting along without you," I said.

"Well, that time is coming. At least for the rest of my enlistment. You've known that."

"Have you heard from your parents?"

"I have," he said with a sad look. "They want to come but I told them not to. I'll go see them when I can. They're pretty much home people. As my dad says, they've never been off the mountain."

"I'll take care of it," I said.

"No, I can't let you,......"

"I said I'll take care of it," I cut in sharply.

We did arrange for him to go home for a visit to his parents. I took him.

At his house, I held the door open to let David go in first. He was still favoring his one shoulder with the crutch. His father called for his mother. She came rushing into the foyer, drying her hands on her apron. She suddenly stopped in her tracks and brought her hands up to her mouth to stifle a gasped, "Oh, Dear," then quickly turned and rushed away.

"Damn, I shouldn't have worn shorts," David said.

"The shorts are fine, Son," his dad said. "Just give her a moment to compose herself."

I thought the shorts looked fine myself, the way they showed off his muscular thighs, and the scars didn't bother me one bit.

"I didn't mean to upset her by the way I look," David said.

"It's not that. You look great, even the leg, strong as ever; it's how it happened that she's upset about; that and what might have happened." He nodded toward the kitchen. "She's fixing dinner. Why don't you go on in," he said.

I lingered back but David nodded for me to come with him. I went but I held back, just inside the door. I could see that it was better that he met her on her own turf--the kitchen--and she tried to overcome her emotions by giving him things to do, ignoring his disabilities. It was good to see that she didn't cut him any slack. But she seemed to soften at dinner.

"I so wish I could be there to help look after you," she lamented.

"The Army will look after me just fine, Mom," he said.

"But if I could just be close by....,"

"I will be," I said.

They all looked at me. I was as surprised as they were, for I hadn't thought of it myself till that very moment.

"You'll be what?" David asked.

"I'll be there to help look after you. I'll get a place near the base," I said.

"You're in school," he said dryly.

"I'm sure they have schools in ...."

"You can't disrupt your life to....."

"I wasn't asking your permission, David," I said.

"It's not necessary," he insisted.

"What's the matter, are you afraid I might be too tough on you? Because I intend to speed up your rehabilitation, not coddle you."

"You don't scare me, Little Man," he said.

"David couldn't have a better friend," his mother said, reaching over to pat my arm.

"It's a wonderful thing you're doing, Jon, and we will help with the expenses," said his father.

"No, that's not necessary," I said.

"We want to. Let me at least pay the rent on your place."

I hesitated.

"He is our son," he reminded me.

"All right, but only half," I finally agreed.

When David had to go to the bathroom, I was quick to offer to help but he insisted in doing it on his own. His parents took the opportunity to talk to me more in confidence.

"They won't send him back, do you think," his mother said.

"They won't have to send him, but he will go," I said.

"But why, when he's already been injured so?" she asked.

"Returning to his unit is the motivation behind his recuperation," I said. Then I patted her arm. "Ma'am, no disrespect, but you raised him to be the man he is."

She smiled. "It seems so useless, to go back over there and risk something happening again, possibly worse."

"Please don't say that to him," I said. "He believes in what he's doing. And he must have gotten that sense of honor and duty in this house."

"You are indeed a true friend," his father said.

"He was a friend to me first," I said. I wanted to tell her that I was more than a friend; that I loved her son. But I couldn't.

The End


It was a long time but after his recuperation, Lt. David Ransome returned to his unit in Iraq. He was killed a short time later. The story ended where it did because to continue it would have been too painful for the true life character, Jon. He wanted a happy ending to carry with him.


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