Another Wild Christmas in Reno

Surprise Surprise

My iPhone lying on the night table went off, waking us from our postcoital bliss. I grabbed the instrument and looked at the screen: a text message from Buzz, letting me know he wouldn’t be back to the hotel for Christmas. However, he’d call later. St. Nick asked, “What time is it?”

“A little before five,” I replied.

Nick grabbed my hand pulling me on top him in the bed where he began playing with my erect nipples. I recognized his hard cock between our bodies. I told him that Buzz wouldn’t be back. My bedmate appeared thrilled at that announcement saying, “Fuck Buzz, all I want is you as my lover for the rest of the evening…Then Nick asked, “You hungry?”

“Actually, I’m still full from brunch…What about you?”

“Could go for a plump hotdog,” Nick said jokingly.

We exchanged soulful kisses for a few minutes before we headed off to the shower. After engaging in a little foreplay in the shower we donned complimentary hotel white robes. Back in the suite Nick poured a couple bourbons for us. Once I took a seat at the table by the window Nick sat in my lap while we watched the evening sky darken as the sun set. We began talking. Again my phone went off: a text message from Brody. I excused myself from our conversation to call Brody back. Nick got up and took a seat in the chair across from me.

 Brody asked me where I was. I told him Reno where I would be until just after the New Year. I learned that he was bond for CONUS early and surprise surprise he wanted to rendezvous with me in Reno Wednesday morning to spend time with me before reporting to his new assignment.

After a short leave newly promoted Captain Brown would then report to Fort Benning for the next 22 weeks attending Maneuver Captains Career Course. Excited to hear the news and eager to see Brody after all the months apart our conversation continued while I began reminiscing about Brody.

Because our deployments overlapped we hadn’t seen each other in over a year; hopefully, a week’s pre New Year’s reunion would rekindle the flames of passion smoldering between us. Brody Flynn Brown a soft-spoken striking lad of Nordic heritage, boyish appearance, blue eyes, red hair and freckled creamy smooth skin stood a little over six feet one inches tall. A Viking warrior lean and mean in every way.

I remember the first time I noticed Specialist Brown, naked while we showered together at the post gym, after a workout. His bare body spoke to me; in fact, it screamed at me—fuck me fuck me!

The young Specialist’s penis probably hung about four or five inches flaccid, thicker than average with a slight foreskin covering the coronal ring of the glans. He’d undergone a modified cut later in life exposing a most succulent glans when erect, and he never regretted the decision.

After seeing his flaccid phallus on more than one occasion in the gym’s shower room I often wondered how big it might grow boned up what a fully exposed glans might look like. I could almost taste it on occasions. Many times after leaving chance meetings I would fantasize about Brody’s boned up penis. I envisioned us engaging in sex, ravaging each other’s bodies. I speculated about how his meaty glans might taste; however, I would have to wait to satisfy my curiosity.

 Although the enlisted man’s hair had been cut high and tight the first time I viewed Specialist Brown naked he presented one the most prolific fieriest looking patch of red pubes I’d ever seen.

The weekend before the specialist prepared to leave for Officer Candidate School at Fort Benning he showed me a photo of him from high school days on one knee in his football uniform holding his helmet. In the photo the curly hair carrot top teen appeared to be fifteen, but in actuality he was a seventeen year old varsity high school senior. His hair totally complimented his red bush surrounding the base of his pink pecker.

Another noticeable part of Brody’s body that caught my eye the first time I saw him nude: the prominent firm pink nipples on his well-developed pecs. Those beautiful nubs protruded about a quarter inch and the thickness of a pencil eraser when erect from his well-developed pectorals. Through the white “T” shirt material the hard nubs appeared to be in perpetual state of arousal.

The view of his hard body aroused the hell out of me. From my limited experience with red heads, female or male, they tend to display prominent nipples that are sensitive to touch and become hard as diamonds when aroused. My deepest desires, to play with, nibble on and suckle those babies, but I was forced to hold my inner yearnings at bay for his body. Army fraternization policy forbids officer and enlisted personnel friendship, not to mention a sexual liaison.

For some insane reason I lusted for the enlisted redhead every time I observed him, but I would have to wait months for an opportunity to be alone with the Viking warrior. I mentored him and encouraged him to apply for Officer Candid School. Although, Specialist Brown only had two years of college, he had no degree; however, his test scores were high enough for a waiver and promise to finish a college degree.

For military purpose, I identified as heterosexual and had been married a couple times to reinforce the lifestyle, however I secretly desired Brody sexually. I wanted him in bed. I fantasized about him many times, especially as I lay alone in my bed of a night. I dreamed about sucking his beautiful cock and him reciprocating. At that point in life I’d not engaged in any sexual act with another Army dude.

Finally, one Friday night after Brody returned from Fort Benning as a freshly minted Lieutenant I ran into him at the “O” club. After an evening of celebratory drinking I took him by cab to his apartment off post. Although inebriated that night I wanted to determine which direction the new Lieutenant swung because my sexual desire for my redheaded friend had peaked.

There is so much folklore associated with those born redheads. Less than 2% of the world’s population is born with red hair. Scotland has the highest percentage at 13% with Ireland second at 10% born with red hair. Those blessed or cursed with red hair and blue eyes makeup only 1% of the world’s population. In some societies gingers are banned from marrying.

Mythology has it that redheads are more libidinous and mischievous than others sexually. Lieutenant Brody Brown lived up to those expectations that night.

Before I knew it Brody began seducing me and I reciprocated. He told me he’d dreamed about me every night at Fort Benning and other places while in training. We spent the entire weekend in bed sucking and fucking each other which led to us become sexual partners; moreover, secret lovers.

 My mind preoccupied with thoughts of Brody arriving; moreover, what might take place in my room in a couple days, and how Buzz, Nick and Brody might interact once they met. Of course my main concern the possibility of a clash of egos and personalities: jealousy erupting. Engrossed in my thoughts I didn’t hear Nick calling my name.

I explained to Nick about the call and my inner thoughts. Nick said, “I hope you’ll let me meet Brody…From what you’ve told me I’m envious.”

“Sure, no problem.”

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity explaining things to my bedmate my cell phone went off again. Damn that thing.

A call from Buzz, he wanted to know what was happening. “Did you get things all taken care of on the home front?” I asked.

“Yeah, bitch wasn’t home, so I fed the dog and cat, brought them over here to my friends and got me enough clothes to last a week. I collected all my personal stuff put it in my vehicle. I was gone in less than an hour.”

I continued talking while Nick poured a second round of drinks. I nodded thanking him and rolled my eyes talking to Buzz.

 So, you think you’re gonna get divorced buddy?”

“Probably, I’m taking some personal time to close my bank account out first thing Monday before bitch can get to the bank and drain it,” Buzz said.

“Can’t she go to an ATM and suck you dry?” I asked.

“Nope, I got that set up with the bank. She can only get $200.00 dollars a day.”

“Good thinking buddy.”

“Then I’ll see about an attorney. After that I’ll wait until after the first of the year to make any further decisions,” Buzz said.

“Sounds like a good plan. So, how much do you stand to lose in a divorce?” I asked before taking another sip of my drink.

“Not that much… No children, so there’ll be no child support. She’s got a college education and a good job, so I doubt there’ll be spousal support.”

“That’s good.”

“She can have the fuckin house and furniture…‘sides we’re upside down in the house and still making payments on most of the furniture. We both have our own cars that we pay for separately…She can’t have the fuckin dog, but can have the cat.”

“Sounds as though you got it all figured out,” I said.

“Yeah, I hope we can just keep it simple with a quickie Reno divorce. ‘sides I got all the things that mean anything to me in my car now, so fuck bitch. By the way where’s your car?” Buzz asked.

“I don’t have one. I left it in storage when I deployed and when Brody returned I had him get it out to drive and then he sold it when he deployed.”

“No problem Dude, if you need to go somewhere you can use mine.”

“Do you think you and Brody will shack up together once you guys get settled back at Fort Lewis?” Buzz asked.

“I don’t know what we’ll do. I’ll have to wait and talk to Brody when he gets here and then call human resources at the Pentagon to see what the Army has setup for me. I’m hoping for Command and General Staff College after I arrive at Fort Lewis and get the investigation behind me.”

“Hope all works out for you all.” Buzz said.

“You know, we haven’t been able to have conversations or e-mails about living arrangements since he deployed. Never know who might be monitoring electronic or written communication these days. In the Army, you never know who or when CID or the military police may be snooping on calls or e-mails.”

“I’ve heard some horror stories about CID, NSA and intelligence snooping on military personnel from vets at the VA,” Buzz said. “Or maybe it’s their paranoia”

“Maybe a little of both,” I said. “Two things high on the Army’s list of evils are drugs and homosexuality.”

“I thought the military passed new policies okaying gay unions between service personnel,” Buzz said.

“Yeah, but that ain’t goin too well, ‘specially among older officers and NCOs, depends on command and commanders. The whole gay thing, ‘specially being out and proud with another service member is highly convoluted.”

After a couple more minutes of conversation we ended the call. I let out a sight of relief. Nick smiled at me.

“As you heard Buzz won’t be back here, so we got the rest of the evening and morning to ourselves,” I said.

“Cool.”

“When are you scheduled to work next?” I asked.

“Three to midnight Monday. Same for Tuesday. Off Wednesday.”

“So, you’ll be off when Brody arrives Wednesday morning?” I asked. “You got a car and can you take me to the airport to pick him up? If not I’ll rent one.”

“Sure, no problem…Uh, shall we keep our little romp from him?”

“No, I’ll tell him,” I replied. “Hell, who knows he may want to engage in a threesome,” I said with laughter. “He’s only going to have few days before he reports for 22 weeks of advance training at Fort Benning.”

“Okay, I’ll follow your lead.”

We finished our bourbons and went to the shower to clean up again. I wanted to eat Nick’s ass out again and then have him do me. I’d discovered early on the Nick was all about foreplay. He wasn’t a minuteman. He had self-control, maybe it was his Marine training. For the rest of Christmas evening we sucked and fucked each other until we were totally exhausted, falling asleep in each other’s arms.