Soldier Boy

“Yo, my dude, you fuck it like pussy, right?”

Although I utterly despise the comparison of ass to “lady parts” knowing firsthand as a reformed gay man that both have two entirely different grips, I let out a boyish giggle unbecoming of the man I am, laid up in the dark streetlamp-lit motel room with this heavily proportioned green-eyed soldier working his way between my knobby knees.

The day ended far different from what I expected; though, oddly enough, it started and ended just the same with me getting off a soldier from nearby Fort McPherson before possibly sending off one into the abyss.

It started off about a quarter to five after the alarm on my wrist buzzed me awake with its digital whine. It was important that I didn’t oversleep. It was my goal to wake up my then-boyfriend of three months with another wet and wild blowjob in our motel room. It wasn’t that I was all that crazy about Montego or his crooked foreskin dick that I willfully swallowed his pineapple-flavored load, as it was my heavy conscious possibly giving him the last piece of memorable sex before he was to report to the base and possibly go off to war.

After I eased his trouser salute with a proper send off, I took to some mouthwash while he jumped into the shower as a civilian one last time and emerged as a formidable soldier in his fatigues. He was many hours away from reporting to base. But considering that he wanted his last meal as a free man to be at IHOP and we both being limited to catching the bus to get around town, we broke from our weekly extended stay, caught a bus, caught a train, and then another bus to breakfast only to arrive at the train station outside of Fort McPherson with forty-five minutes to spare.

Because we properly said our goodbyes back in the motel room like two freakishly sex-fiends could, I simply walked Montego to the end of the sidewalk on the side of the train station and turned back around after I saw him safely cross the street and go through the gates.

Now, I will be the first to admit that even after all the motel-hopping Montego and I did before he went his way and I was due to go mine before I got the medical clearance to hop back into my eighteen-wheeler, I didn’t have any strong emotional ties to my temporary boyfriend other than as a roommate and another serviceman that looked good in uniform. But even I was floored over how quickly I got over what’s-his-face after I caught a glimpse of the strong broad back of this new soldier walking just feet in front of me back towards the train station. Even through his heavy fatigues, I could see that he had an incredible body to boot. Because I was a good little ways behind him, I didn’t want to run out in front of him like some uncouth scumsucker to see if his looks matched his god-like aura.

“Men just look good in uniform,” I reasoned through the budding crowd getting off several buses that pulled into the terminal, as I skillfully tried to hide the budding erection thudding down my pants legs.

Although I was open my dealing with other men by then, I felt my uncontrollable actions were ridiculous for a man my age. Never in my life had I even been so hungry for a man, seen or unseen. But this man had me, a couple of other men standing by, and just about every other woman within twenty feet going the way his big, muscled butt filled out those camouflage pants with every long Clydesdale stride he took in those camel-colored boots.

I honestly took no shame in enjoying the show going on before my very eyes as he made his way up the stairs, over the opened skywalk, through the fare gate, and back down the stairs to the awaiting platform. I was just a hair off from seeing his handsome face when his cell phone rang, and he darted off to the end of the platform.

I played it coy, trolling the edges of the crowd listening from a distance to his conversation. It was obvious from the initial pleasantries that sung in his voice that he was talking to someone close to his heart, offering up names and pet names in the most affectionate way that only a heterosexual man in love could get away with. After that gushy display of affection, I started not to bother to give him a second look (or take a few mental pictures of him to jack off to later) when he just came out of nowhere exploded with venomous anger, calling the woman ‘a low-down filthy whore’ and that she should’ve had her ass at the train station, waiting and ready to pick him up by now. Whoever was on the other end of the line was crying with apologies with him doing the same a few moments later. He listened for a minute more and kept repeating through the phone that he would figure out something before hanging up on her.

“Damn!” He burst, almost losing his cell phone in the train tracks below, as he threw air punches and kicks. “That damn bitch knew she had to pick me up, so I can get back home to my kids! Damn!”

He must’ve felt the many pairs of eyes descend upon him and quickly calmed down. He was still in uniform and could still be reported for his unprofessional behavior. He stood still for a minute more, patiently waiting for the stares to die down. After enough pairs of eyes went about their business, he quickly started pacing a portion of the platform, wordlessly venting his anger. Mind you, I still hadn’t gotten a really good look at this guy at this point. Though, the closer in he got before doing a full turnabout in the other direction, the more impressed I was with him and his comely looks. But then as he came in a bit closer, my heart completely sank.

He was an incredibly gorgeous black man, honey-colored skin with a clean-shaven face that celebrated his rigid jaw line, and the softest green eyes ever found on a human being. As fate would have it, of course, he was incredibly young for my selective and more mature taste.

Glancing, because of his bulky size, he looked to be about a doable twenty-five or so. Upon further inspection, however, his baby face suggested that he was actually a couple of years younger than that, which would’ve made him about six years younger than I was. If I was in the market for a muscle boy bottom to bang, he would’ve been right up my alley. No problem. But the way I made this soldier out to be in my head, more of a he-man than a mere boy, I was looking forward to putting my legs up in the air and getting my hole done up right once more. That’s not to say that either was going to happen. For the sake of argument, I usually preferred my tops to be a tad older, as if they were mature enough to put a hurting on this grown man-ass.

As I boarded the train with my dreams dashed, I sat across from Soldier Boy just a few feet away. He tried to stay stoic in his expression but couldn’t fight back the tears swelling in his eyes.

While I had long given up on him being a noteworthy notch in my belt, there was something inside of me that wanted to reach out to this marred young man on a more affable level. I sat their nervously across from him trying to come up with a game plan to approach him. As station after station passed us by, and he steadily sat still with his face in his palms, I walked over to the empty seat in front of him.

“Hey,” I said slowly, throwing up my signature deuce sign.

“Hey,” he mouthed, more at a loss for words.

“Not to get into your business or anything, man, but I got on with you at the train station back there and saw you blowup back there. Is everything alright?”

I was looking for Soldier Boy to tell me to fuck off, that he was just fine and that he didn’t need me in his business. Instead, he was very forthcoming about his dilemma.

He got a few days of leave from base and thought his girlfriend was on her way down from the mountains of North Georgia to Atlanta to pick him up. That was before her job told her that she had to come in. The way he explained it, though unfortunate, sounded quite reasonable and very legit, but he wasn’t buying her story. “You know how these white bitches are about some good black dick, man. After they get turned out by a few, they can’t keep their legs closed for just one anymore!” After quickly disclosing his name, his rank and position at Fort McPherson, he went onto further explained that his girlfriend was one of those white trash whores that he was trying to make into a housewife after he stupidly ran up in her raw and got her pregnant with a pair of twins. His paranoia led him to believe that her backing out at the last minute from picking him up meant that she wasn’t finishing giving all the black neighbors their blowjobs yet. And because he was from some obscure town eighty miles away, it wasn’t like he could just hitch a ride off somebody. His anger was based in the fact that he was virtually stuck in the city with no place else to go. If I was a conniving man, I would’ve made him an offer he couldn’t refuse, but instead made the most sensible choice to ask him where his money went since he was talking as if he couldn’t get a hotel room for the night. At best, without much of a straight answer, it all went back home to his philandering girlfriend and their two children together. He tried to sooth worry that he had enough money on him to get something to eat, but not enough to score a decent room for the night without it being a homeless shelter.

Though I had some extra money on me to put a fellow serviceman up in a room for the night, he was too full of pride and arrogance to be helped that way. So, I did the next best thing I could do for him, which was offer to be his wingman for the day. Help him figure out some other kind of arrangements, as I rode the train with him to a variety of other spots throughout the city to help him kill some time and come up with a plan. No such luck.

When it came time for me to get ready to go home, I told him about my living situation at the motel and that he seemed sane enough to stay with me for the night…if he wanted to.

He was cool with the idea, given that he had no other real options.

We get back to the motel room about a quarter to eleven (thanks to MARTA transit). He rushed into the bathroom to wash the day off his body while I climbed under the sheets in bed. We hadn’t discussed our sleeping arrangements, so as a last-ditch effort I called up to the front desk to ask about them sending a square bed to the room. They wanted to charge equal to another room for the bed. I told them to forget it. I was sort of wishing I hadn’t when I saw him come out of the bathroom glistening with a towel wrapped around his barely-there waist. His body was not only cut up like the Black Rambo, but there wasn’t a single blemish anywhere across his golden-brown skin. As I tried not to stare (or get an erection) at the network of veins popping down his huge arms and across his hefty hands, I profusely apologized for our sleeping arrangements. He just crawled right under the sheets next to me, thanked me for my hospitality, and went onto sleep.

Being that it had been such a long day for the two of us. I swore up and down that I was going to sleep straight through the night. But somewhere around three in the morning, I forgot that Montego wasn’t lying next to me anymore and leaned in for a midnight kiss.

“Look, man, I ain’t into that fag shit,” he bemoaned groggily coming to after a few seconds of kissing back, probably thinking, too, that he was back home with his girl.

“I can respect that. Thought, it wouldn’t be on any fag shit if you let me take care of that for you.” I said, hinting at the raging black steel pipe he was trying to hide, the one that I accidentally mistook for the other soldier that shared my bed earlier. “As a good friend told me once, ‘a good mouth’s a mouth, right?’”

He flinched the first couple of times I reached out for it. But he quickly seemed to give in to it after I pulled the covers back and proceeded to go down on him. I knew I had Soldier Boy when I slipped the enormous head of his golden fat ramrod over my lips to the roof of my mouth when I tickled the underbelly behind his piss slit with my thrashing wet tongue. He let out such a rattle of joy that it nearly scared the shit out of me with my face buried between his legs. After the initial shock, he trembled as I slipped more of his dick down my throat, polishing it with my mouth and inhaling the clean musky-funk that brewed from his wild wiry pubes.

He then grabbed my head and fucked my face for awhile. I was cool with it at first, knowing that with his good looks and country boy charm he probably got away with that shit with some of the girls at home and on the fort with some of the female cadets. The more I thought about what I wanted to do with him earlier along with my crack getting moist at the thought of it I knew exactly what I needed to do.

“Man, I got other ideas for you to get your nutt.” I offered in abandon, crawling back up next to him and pulling him over me.

When he caught my drift, rolling his hardened hand between my knee and waist, I reached for a condom and some lube on the nightstand and rolled on his handlebar of a dick.

“Yo, my dude, you fuck it like pussy, right?” Soldier Boy asked with adorable sincerity.

I nodded after laughing, giving the man virgin something to go on, even if I didn’t care for the comparison as a formally married man to a woman.

Soldier Boy didn’t need any further instruction after that, locking his massive arms behind my knees and massaging his slick pipe deep into my gut. I was so open by this young soldier taking control of me like that that the natural thing for me to do was reach for his neck and bring him to be for a kiss. I was almost certain he was going to pull away again. But I could see in his eyes, in the dark room that was barely lit by the light coming in through the parking lot, that the warm vice grip that my quivering hole had on his incredible dick finally set him free to explore my mouth. I was so turned on by his raw kisses on my lips and on my neck that I was nearly oblivious to taking him to the hilt and the short thrusts he pumped into me. I was so wrapped up in this quaint intimacy that I had to feel him nearly pull out of me and strike at my prostate again before I snapped out of this loving embrace and remembered that this was just a meaningless one-night stand.

“C’mon soldier, fuck!” I mouthed rotating my hips back onto him. “I want that Army fuck like you mean it, soldier!”

He quickly took his cue and worked his way from working my hole to slamming it like only a random fuck in needed of getting off could.

“Oh, fuck, yeah!” I cried riding the new wave of ecstasy. “I want you to fuck me, fuck! Harder! Harder! Harder! Yeah, fuck! Dig out my guts, soldier! Oh, fuckity-fuck…s-shit!”

“You like being fucked like this, huh, punk?” Soldier Boy asked repeatedly in a variety of sequences with his tight butt cheeks rhythmically clenched and unclenching beneath my dry cracked heels. “Getting your pussy taken away like a little bitch, huh?”

I hated the pussy reference but loved the authority he used in his dirty talk just to give into it.

I clung to his thick neck, scratched his broad back, as his fat long dick worked tirelessly in my aching hole, going faster and faster, deeper and harder into me with me stroking my dick in stride. While it was true that a mature daddy would’ve worked harder to own my hole with more grace and finesse, the eagerness of this young buck needing desperately to get his couldn’t be overlooked either doing due diligence in putting several painstaking arches in my back, grabbing my waist, spreading my ass wider just to receive him and slapping my outer thighs with our rocking beat banging into the wall behind us.

I didn’t know I had my eyes closed riding the feeling until I opened them and saw sweat pouring down in sheets off his face and saw his beautiful jaws clenching tightly.

“Fuck yeah! Oh, shit! Shit! Take…my…dick…motherfucker! Shit! I’m ‘bout to bust this nutt!” He bellowed in strangulation, ripping his dick out of my well-used ass and snatching the condom off in kind.

His pent-up cum wad just sprayed above my slender dick with my own wad simultaneously shooting up just to meet his, looking like some bad midair collision of creamy whole milk and watery skim milk that together looked like a new kind of runny yogurt covering the greater portion of my flat stomach in the end.

Daybreak soon came, though we were both sound asleep when it did, only to be woke up by his girlfriend calling to let him know that she was on her way down to Atlanta to pick him up.

And although I rode with him out back to the other train station to meet up with his girlfriend and took down the number to his private line, I tossed the piece of paper on which he wrote it into the trash can once he was clear out of sight. Although he was a soldier in the U.S. Army and knew for certain that he had a great time with me, he wasn’t man enough to understand that was a once in a lifetime moment that could never be duplicated. However, if our paths were to ever cross again and we’re free to share another motel room, we’ll definitely try to recreate some magic.