A quick author's note: Jeff uses the term FUBAR. It's a term a lot of military guys use, and it means "Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition."
Chapter One
It was a particularly hot day in Moultrie, GA. The weather app on his phone said it was ninety-eight degrees with ninety-five percent humidity, and the wind flowing over his shirtless torso helped fend off the heat. His truck had air-conditioning, but he liked the heat. He liked to sweat. A big fan of 70s and 80s classic rock, he kept the volume set loud enough to hear over the wind rushing through the cabin.
Music calmed his mind, easing intrusive thoughts and memories from his deployment. Physically, he returned home unscathed, but some of the things he saw, and a few things he was forced to do, left scars on his soul.
Relaxed after a long weekend with his buddies at their camp, he smiled at the memory.
Fuck, my balls have never been so drained. Hoo-Rah!
A few years back, a group of veterans established a camp in Dewey Rose, GA, in the northeastern part of the state. They collectively purchased an abandoned campground that the previous owners hadn’t managed well and that had closed down. It had everything they wanted—cabins, tent sites, a communal hot tub, a pool, a lodge, and a large fire pit for bonfires. Three-quarters of the property borders a river; the rest is enclosed by a chain-link fence with an electronic gate. Although it was initially rundown, everyone worked together to refurbish it.
It was a special place, run by vets for vets, exclusive to men. Most were gay, some were bi, and others were straight men who enjoyed man-on-man sex. It was a refuge where men could gather, feel understood, and find support. Once past the gate, clothes were optional but strongly discouraged.
In one corner of the lodge, a bulletin board displayed more than a dozen photographs. The pictures memorialized members who had succumbed to their inner demons and taken their own lives. The board served as a shrine to honor their lives and service, to remember them, and to remind everyone that even men who appear whole and healthy on the outside can hide suffering behind a mask.
A new picture appeared on the board this weekend, and on the last night, during the bonfire, all the men raised a beer to toast their fallen brother.
Blue Suede’s “I’m Hooked on a Feeling” came on, and he turned the volume up, belting out the lyrics to drive out his dark thoughts.
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Nate pulled into his driveway and noticed an older, battered Ford pickup parked at the trailer across the street. Ted, one of his buddies from the camp, owned it and rented it out to vets. It was a junker, but also an affordable place to live. Nate acted as the landlord, and he tried to fix it up between tenants and make it more livable. The place seemed cursed, though, as no one ever stayed long. With a tinge of melancholy, he thought: I wonder how long this one will last.
Ted only rented the trailer to veterans, and most of those who could only afford such a rundown place were one step away from homelessness. Ted often let them skip on rent if things got too bad.
Nate sat for a moment, watching the trailer door, which stood wide open. Without the airflow from driving, the humid air felt stifling, and gnats swarmed thick and annoying. The trailer currently had no air conditioning because the old window unit had burned out, and he needed to install a new one. After a minute of no activity, he started to get out of his truck, but just before opening his door, a man appeared at the front door.
Mumbling under his breath, Nate said, “Fuck, me.”
Even across the street, Nate was struck by how handsome Jeff was. More than just fit, he looked like one of those fitness guys on Instagram — heavily muscled, yet lean and defined. His darkly tanned upper body shone with sweat, accentuating his physique. A clear sweat line on his blue jeans extended below his tight, fine ass. Tattoos covered his back, and as he walked around the truck, Nate noticed a half-sleeve tattoo on his left arm. He didn’t have a beard but hadn’t shaved in a few days. Short, dark hair, matted with sweat, covered his head.
Even as drained as Nate’s balls were, unable to wait, he stepped out and crossed the street to introduce himself. When he shut the door to his truck, Nate noticed Jeff turn sharply at the sound.
As he approached, Nate extended his hand and said, “Afternoon! Nate Hill. I’m the caretaker, property manager, or whatever the hell you wanna call me, around here.”
Nate’s smile faltered slightly at the flat expression staring back at him. With a firm grip, Jeff took Nate’s hand as he nodded his greeting. Nate couldn’t help but notice Jeff’s blank look, so he shifted his eyes to Jeff’s arm as his muscles tightened from his grip, each clearly defined.
“Jeff Edwards.”
Jeff’s eyes were so dark brown they were almost black, and now that Nate was close, even with Jeff’s hair sweaty, Nate could tell it was brown. Everything about Jeff made Nate’s cock thicken. The hair patterns on his chest and arms were perfect. Jeff didn’t trim his body hair, but it wasn’t long and was currently matted against his skin. His heavy, defined shoulders and back appeared smooth. Veins covered his forearms and continued up his biceps and shoulders. A few even showed across his chest under his beautiful fur. Even as hot as it was, Jeff exuded his own heat, and Nate inhaled his musky scent from a few feet away.
Nate preferred men in their late twenties to mid-thirties with well-developed physiques, and Jeff’s physical maturity was incredibly attractive to Nate. It was clear that Jeff had been working out his entire life – a man didn’t achieve Jeff’s size, definition, and vascularity just by being a gym rat. The strength and power he exuded, his physical presence, stemmed from someone who pushed himself hard both inside and outside the gym. Once he was close enough, Nate also noticed bruises. Jeff’s tattoos covered most of them, but they were clearly visible once he saw them.
“Have any trouble finding the place? Looks like you found the key, alright.”
“No, Sir. Everything’s in order.”
“Call me Nate.”
Standing so close to Jeff, taking in the sight of him and smelling his scent, sent signals that Nate struggled to handle. He wasn’t positive, but Jeff’s eyes briefly raked over Nate’s bare torso before quickly looking away.
“I don’t want to bother you while you’re settling in. Just wanted to introduce myself. Feel free to come over anytime, and let me know if you need anything or have any problems. Beer’s always in the fridge if you wanna come hang out.”
A woman called out from inside the trailer, “Jeff!” Her voice sounded like a nagging shriek, and Nate nearly flinched. It was difficult to determine exactly how Jeff’s eyes changed when he heard her voice, but they seemed to darken even more.
“Jess, come out and meet our landlord.”
Jess didn’t look any happier than Jeff when she stepped out barefoot. She was short, a bit overweight, and not very pretty.
How the hell did she land a stud like Jeff? Her pussy can’t be that good.
Nate nodded, “Pleased to meet you, Jess. Nate Hill. I was telling Jeff that I’m just across the street if you need anything. I’ll leave you two be.”
Jess never said hello; she just turned and went back inside.
Nate walked back to his truck, grabbed his bag, and went inside to unpack.
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Jesus Christ, he’s a hot fucker.
Nate’s bag had barely hit the floor before he whipped out his cock. Before his back was turned to Jeff, Nate was fully hard, with one of those erections that borders on painful.
He kept his thermostat set at seventy-six degrees, so it was twenty degrees cooler than outside, but still warm. He wasn’t cheap; he just liked the heat. Sweat still coated his skin from the drive, and he glanced at the mirrors covering the sliding doors to his closet. Nate rarely wore a shirt, and with his natural complexion, his skin had tanned a deep reddish-brown. Light brown hair covered his chest, and he rubbed a hand through it, enjoying the hardness of his pecs. Shucking his pants to the floor, his cock was hard and ready, dripping precum.
The image of Jeff, clear and vivid, along with his smell, caused Nate’s cock to flex. One hand found a nipple, and the other started stroking his cock. He rarely felt the urgency to cum that Jeff brought out in him. His stroke quickened, and his body tensed, making him sweat more. The sight of himself in the mirror, his big arms, shoulders, and chest tensed as he stroked, flipped his trigger, and a powerful orgasm hit him. Grunting loudly with each spurt of cum, he almost fell over, but he didn’t let go of his nipple or his cock until the waves of pleasure came to an end.
How long has it been since that happened? Fuck, even at the camp, I haven’t cum like that in a long time.
Looking at his reflection, his cock still dripped cum, and shone just like his sweat-coated body. With his need sated, at least for the moment, Nate jumped in the shower to rinse off. Staying naked, he started his laundry and fixed some lunch.
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Deeply rooted PTSD prevented Jeff from functioning in civilian life. Part of it was anger, which kept him from holding a regular job. After experiencing the atrocities of war, he found the stupidity and impatience many people exhibited intolerable, and he would lash out at customers. He fought to protect their right to free speech and their right to be who and what they were, but when he saw how low the bar was among the general public, it ignited a deep anger in him. They squandered their lives away in laziness and self-absorption.
Jeff had gone through multiple counselors at the VA, which ultimately worsened his situation. Nearly every time he found a doctor with whom he connected, they would either transfer or leave, forcing him to start over with someone new, and each time, it made him relive what he had endured.
Nightmares plagued his sleep, reliving the smells, noise, and violence of his deployments. No matter how hard he fought or how many of the enemy he killed, he still lost friends and brothers. Beneath everything, though, he kept a secret, and Jeff’s entire life focused on hiding it. A secret he couldn’t admit, even to himself, because if he acknowledged it, it would become real, but by denying it, he maintained the illusion of being normal.
After leaving the Marine Corps, he reconnected with Jessica, and marrying her gave him a way to hide openly, in plain sight. He had dated her before joining the Marines, and they stayed in touch, but he had no true desire to marry her; it was just another part of his facade. His need to keep his secret kept him from considering how it could affect her.
Jessica seemed more attractive before they got married. Something changed in her, too. She used to laugh and have fun. He wasn’t sure if it was just him or more than that. He hadn’t slept with her before he deployed, and once he returned, emotional issues prevented him from performing in bed. Occasionally, he got hard enough to satisfy her when he fantasized about men, men like Nate. He did things to her that he read about in magazines, but in truth, he found her repulsive. He watched straight porn and mimicked what he saw, but quickly realized that porn wasn’t real life.
The terror he experienced in Iraq and Afghanistan returned in his dreams almost every night. He missed his unit and buddies, even though being around them was hard. Seeing their fit bodies, being near them, smelling them, chipped away at his defenses. Watching them unclothed in the tents, or working out with their muscles shining… he constantly fought his urges. Each night, even if he made it through his nightmares, his secret stared back at him. His cock hardened at his impure and lustful thoughts, relentless and demanding until he succumbed and jerked off.
Between his lack of affection for Jess and his PTSD, she began physically and verbally abusing him, hitting or pinching him hard enough to leave marks, and she teased him about his performance issues. His cock worked, just not with her, and Jeff increasingly retreated into himself, barricading his mind and heart from her cruelty. When he got horny enough, he’d jerk off to porn, trying to convince himself he wasn’t gay, if only because he couldn’t admit it to himself. He wouldn’t acknowledge that when he got off, it was due to the men he watched and not the women. Seeing their hard dicks getting sucked, or fucking, would flip his switch, and he’d cum.
His upbringing would never allow him to hit Jessica, no matter how badly she provoked him. She tried, mercilessly, to get a reaction from him, but the more she tried, the more extreme she became, the more he retreated.
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The sound of Nate's truck door shutting echoed like a mortar explosion in Jeff’s mind, and he spun around, his breath increasing. A man approached from across the street, and Jeff’s chest tightened at the sight of him.
Oh, God.
Every detail about Nate turned Jeff on. When he secretly looked at porn, it was men like Nate whom he fantasized about. Broad, thick shoulders and arms topped with rounded delts. His powerful, barrel-shaped chest was topped with a nice dusting of hair and prominent nipples. His masculine, rugged face was handsome, and his smile devastating. Nate didn’t have abs, but a bearish stomach covered with fur. His waist seemed trimmer due to the thickness of his upper body and wide lats. His legs were big, and his calves were incredible. The hand he extended was large, with big fingers and hair between his knuckles. Nate exuded a subtle, natural, yet powerful masculinity.
As darkly tanned as Nate was, Jeff wondered if he ever wore a shirt. Nate’s skin shone with a light sheen of sweat, and his presence shattered the protections Jeff used to keep that part of himself hidden. He started to get hard. With all his willpower, Jeff retreated again, and his expression turned stony.
As quick as lightning, as soon as Jessica shouted his name from inside the trailer, his cock shut down along with his emotions, and the temporary hold Nate had on him vanished.
When Nate turned to walk across the street, Jeff stared at his thick back, wanting to touch him.
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Nate immediately held a genuine concern for Jeff. The look on his face, especially after his wife screeched from inside the trailer… he had seen that look before, but it was hard to read what was happening behind Jeff’s steely eyes. A man didn’t get that look naturally. Jeff was a Marine veteran, and even though his body didn’t show scars, his eyes did.
Except for those fucking bruises.
Nate was sure Jess was responsible. Without hesitation, Nate called one of his buddies who still worked as a DoD contractor.
“Brady, I need a favor.”
“What? No hello? No, I’m sorry you’re walking funny because I plowed your ass all weekend?”
Nate laughed, retorting, “As I recall, you begged for it. I guess ‘harder, faster’ is code for ‘I’m a pussy, please stop.’
Brady burst out laughing, “Don’t bring facts into this, fucker. So, what’s up?”
“Ted's new tenant is a former Marine named Jeff Edwards. Don’t get yourself into trouble, but could you peek at his service record?”
“Something wrong?”
Nate wasn’t sure why, since he had just met Jeff, but an image of Jeff’s picture on the board in the lodge popped into his mind, and he didn’t want that to happen.
Nate sighed heavily and said, “I don’t know yet, Brady, but I’m worried about this guy. My gut tells me he’s troubled. His eyes sure do. Knowing about his MOS, service notes, and where he deployed might explain a few things.”
“As long as his records aren’t locked, I can do that. I’ll let you know what I dig up.”
“Thanks, Brady. You’re the best, no matter what the rest of the ladies at the camp say behind your back.”
Smiling, Brady said, “Fuck off, Cochran.”
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Periodically, Nate heard Jessica yelling from across the street. That morning she seemed to be on a rant, so Nate peeked out the window and saw Jeff sitting on the tailgate of his truck in the hot sun. He sat still, hunched over, with his legs dangling.
Fuck he looks miserable. I want to punch that dumb cunt in the mouth to shut her up.
Aside from his concern, Nate stared, captivated by Jeff. He knew Jeff worked out every morning, doing pushups, pullups, and crunches, probably to stay out of the trailer and away from his wife. Jeff had a pump, showing his insane development. Nate wanted to lick the sweat off his arms, chest, and shoulders. Even from across the street, Nate discerned the striations in his delts. Watching Jeff sit, sweating in the hot sun, looking so damn hot and sexy, he thought: It should be fucking illegal to be that hot.
Feeling protective, Nate wanted to give Jeff some relief and devised an idea.
Grinning over the thought of giving Jeff some relief, he thought: What I really want is to hug the fuck out of him and then drain his balls. Repeatedly.
Grabbing a tank top, Nate walked across the street. Jeff saw him coming and hopped down as he approached.
“I’m headed to Lowe’s to get a new window unit for you. You wanna come with?”
Jeff’s gratitude, or perhaps relief, almost made Nate tear up as he said, “If it’s no trouble.”
Nate winked and, smiling, said, “If it was, I wouldn’t ask.”
Nate hated to say his next words because he didn’t want Jeff to cover any of his incredible physique.
“Grab a shirt and let’s head out.”
Jessica continued her rant, unaware of Nate’s presence. Embarrassed, Jeff mumbled, “She won’t even know we're gone. I bet she’ll still be squawking when we get back.”
His comment brought a chuckle out of Nate, which masked his worry. Jeff grabbed a wife-beater from the front seat of his old clunker. At least the tank left his arms and shoulders exposed. The two men hopped in Nate’s truck and headed out. Jeff noticed a Marine Corps Globe and Anchor sticker on the back window of Nate’s truck and asked, “You were in the Corps?”
Grinning, Nate boomed out, “Hoo-rah, mother fucker,” and a slight smile crept onto Jeff’s face. Nate could swear he saw relief in Jeff’s eyes, and his posture relaxed somewhat.
“Retired Corporal Nathan Cochran, Infantry Assault. Six years. Two tours. Iraq and Afghanistan.”
“Retired Sergeant Jeffrey Edwards, Infantry Unit Leader, Five years. Two tours between Iraq and Afghanistan.”
Nate grinned and held his fist up for a bump, “Hell, yeah, brother.”
Jeff transformed into a completely different guy, especially once they started talking shop, exchanging their backgrounds and experiences. It was evident to Nate that Jeff downplayed his role. He couldn’t wait for Brady’s email to find out what Jeff wasn’t sharing with him. Nate noticed how Jeff kept his eyes straight ahead, like he was afraid to look at Nate.
Pulling into Lowe’s, Nate said, “Sorry, I didn’t get this installed before you moved in.”
Jeff said, “It is kinda hot around here, but I’m used to it. I’m sure Jess will appreciate it.”
“The heat overseas, Georgia, or at home?”
Jeff smirked, “All of the above, I guess, but around here. I grew up in Albany. Jess is from Moultrie and wanted to be close to her mom, so we came back here. I don’t mind. It’s quiet here.”
Nate tapped Jeff’s bicep, raised an eyebrow at his statement, and winked, “Yeah, it sure is quiet.”
Jeff burst out laughing when he realized what he had said.
“How long have you two been hitched?”
“We dated before I deployed, but only got married when I got out, about eight months ago.”
“You got a job? Or are you looking for work?”
Jeff lowered his eyes and said, “No and no. I got fired from my last job. I’m on disability with the VA.”
Nate stopped walking and turned to face Jeff. Gripping Jeff’s shoulder firmly, Nate said, “There ain’t nothing wrong with that, bubba. It’s hard to sort shit out when you get back. I get it.”
“Tell that to Jess.”
Nate’s hand on his shoulder started a cold fire in Jeff’s gut, and his cock twitched.
Fuck, don’t get hard. Don’t get hard.
Not wanting to continue the conversation with so many people around, Nate said, “The window units are on Isle 8. I looked at ‘em last week, but they didn’t have the one I wanted in stock. You wanna grab a cart?”
“Naw, I’ll just carry it. They aren’t that heavy.”
“Alright. It’s your call.” Nate grinned and said, “And your back.”
And I sure don’t mind seeing you carrying something heavy.
Nate didn’t realize Jeff wanted to carry it to cover his bulge. Being so close to Nate and his casual affection woke his dick up.
As soon as they got back to Nate’s truck, their shirts came off, and two hours later, with Jeff’s help, they removed the old one, mounted the new one, and had it running. They were both dripping sweat by the time they finished.
Neither man expected the physical intensity when their arms brushed while installing it. Their sweat-soaked bodies occasionally touching felt like an electric shock, and the only thing keeping their dicks in check was Jessica hovering over their shoulders.
When they finished, Nate turned it on high, and cool air began blowing. Smiling and nodding at Jessica, he said, “There you go. Hopefully that ought to lower the temperature a bit.”
Behind her back, Nate winked at Jeff, who grinned and held his hands up in a brief prayer pose.
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Jeff didn’t know what to think. Every time Nate made him laugh, or if they touched while mounting the air conditioner, it caused more... something. Something that went straight to his heart. It also ignited the fire in his libido and a warmth of desire he had never felt before. The pressure of keeping his secret trapped him as he struggled to maintain a semblance of normality.
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Over the next few weeks, Nate found reasons for Jeff to help him. He had a large workshop behind his house and planned to build a sizable shed. The road he lived on was a small horseshoe off a very remote country road, surrounded by heavy woods. Nate owned five acres, including the land where Jeff’s trailer was parked. He and Ted planned to add more trailers in better shape next year to help more vets.
He noticed Jess spent a lot of time away, which he assumed was with her mother. She drove their only truck, leaving Jeff on his own. She also seemed to have calmed down somewhat and wasn’t as bitchy.
The area remained quiet and peaceful. Moultrie wasn’t a large town, and Albany was only a forty-five-minute drive away if he needed anything the local stores couldn’t provide. At first, Jeff wished he and Jess had stayed in Albany, but he had come to like Moultrie. He enjoyed Nate and appreciated the rural atmosphere and the seclusion of where he lived. He liked everything except Jessica’s nagging.
At first, Jeff helped Nate to escape from Jess, but that quickly changed. As they got to know one another, Jeff craved Nate's company. Being around a fellow Marine automatically helped, but Nate was everything Jeff secretly desired. In the deepest part of himself, at night, he wondered how big Nate’s cock was, and how it tasted. Could he take all of Nate’s cock down his throat? Could he swallow his cum? He had tasted his own cum a few times but didn’t like it much. Once his mind conjured the fantasies, he couldn’t put them to rest until he jacked off, but he had to hide in the bathroom to keep it from Jess.
Despite the quiet of where he lived, Jeff’s tension grew, and his PTSD seemed worse than ever. Jess learned what triggered him and exploited the knowledge. Nate noticed it, but didn’t know what to do. He tried to keep Jeff occupied and relaxed, but it wasn’t working. Finally, about a month after Jeff moved in, he snapped. Jessica’s nagging was too much, and he exploded in fury. He didn’t hurt her or threaten physical violence, but the person he became terrified her. She sat outside crying, called her mother to pick her up, and then left.
Jeff had peace and quiet in his home for the first time since moving in. He understood his part in what she had become and felt responsible. His inability to give her what she needed was the root of the problem.
I never should’ve married her. Both our lives are FUBAR’d because of me.
Nate heard the entire argument and was ready to intervene if Jeff became violent. He didn’t think Jeff would physically hurt Jess, and he was right, but Nate also knew that once a man like Jeff reached a boiling point, it was hard to put a lid back on his emotions.
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The next morning, Nate waited until Jeff began his exercise routine, watching him use a tree branch to do pull-ups. Nate decided that once the new shed was built, he would turn it into a home gym. He went to a gym nearby, but it would be nice to work out at home, and any of Ted’s tenants could work out with him. The idea of working out with Jeff, spotting him, being close to him, smelling him, and cutting up with him made Nate rock hard.
Chuckling, Nate thought: I’m such a whore.
Shirtless as usual, and already sweaty from the morning heat and working out, Jeff walked across the street to Nate’s house. He was pumped, his veins prominent, and his body hair matted against his skin.
Before Jeff said anything, Nate asked, “How are you?”
Jeff knew what he was asking and took a deep breath, “I don’t know. I’m trying to work through my anger, but it’s still there. I’ve never blown up at her like that, but damn, she wouldn’t let up.”
“Did you want to hit her?”
Jeff’s eyes started to water, and he quietly said, “Yeah. For the first time, I almost went too far.”
“But you didn’t.”
Nate had observed Jeff closely from the day he moved in. Mostly out of lust for a hunky, muscled man, but as they spent more time together, he saw cracks in Jeff’s secret. Jeff stared when he thought Nate wasn’t looking. He saw Jeff’s bulge get more pronounced when Nate was around. He hid it well, but Nate was pretty sure he knew another part of Jeff’s issues. Now that Jeff was close enough, Nate saw new bruises.
“She hits you, doesn’t she? Don’t give me some bullshit excuse about how you keep getting marks.”
Jeff’s eyes brightened, and Nate knew he was on dangerous ground. Jeff didn’t answer.
“Let’s go inside. I’ll make us some breakfast.”
Jeff seemed relieved that he could stop answering questions, but he wouldn’t look Nate directly in his eyes. Nate’s phone rang, and his caller ID displayed ‘Brady.’
“I need to take this quick. Can you grab a pack of sausage links from the freezer in the shop?”
Nate stepped onto his front porch to make doubly sure Jeff couldn’t hear him, and he answered the call.
“Brady! How’s it hanging? You got something?”
“Hey, Nate, a little to the left this morning. I think it’s pointing at you!”
“Your cock has good taste. It tastes good, too.”
“Fuck, let’s not start any shit we can’t finish. I do have something for you, but I couldn’t put it in an email.”
Nate’s face turned serious, and he said, “I’m listening.”
“Jeffrey Edwards is a fucking hero, Nate. The man was an absolute demon on both his deployments.”
“He told me his MOS was Infantry Assault Leader.”
“He was, and he was damn good at it. He has too many medals to count, Nate. He saved a ton of our guys. He fought his way out of multiple ambushes. He led even more. I almost feel sorry for the SOBs who went after him. He has multiple reprimands, too. He didn’t seem to take his safety into account and took unnecessary risks, but he never took a hit. As many lives as he saved, he kept getting more extreme, like he had a death wish, so he got yanked and sent home for evaluation. He spent months at the VA hospital in Atlanta in the psych ward.”
Nate exclaimed, “Fuck. That makes sense. His situation isn’t good. His wife’s a bitch, and is abusing him. He finally blew up. He didn’t hurt her, but I think she was lucky. To top it all off, I think he’s deep in the closet. Like he doesn’t have enough on his mind.”
Brady whistled, “Damn. He sounds like a ticking time bomb. Be careful, Nate.”
“Always, brother. Thanks for this. I’m on a mission now. His picture is NOT going on that damned board in the Lodge. On top of being a Marine brother, I’m sure he’s also family. If it’s the last thing I do, I'm gonna save him.”
“Good luck, Nate. If you need backup, let me know. Ted, me, or any of the guys will be there in a heartbeat if you need us.”
Nate felt the camaraderie of his buddies wrap around him and knew they would drop everything if he called them. He’d do it for them, too. They had each other's backs.
To lighten the conversation, Nate teased, “You’ve got my back, but you horndogs really just want my ass. None of ya’ll fool me.”
“You’re a cocky bastard, Cochran.”
“You know you love it.”
“Alright, brother. I gotta go.”
“Thanks, Brady.”
The call disconnected, and Nate saw Jeff in the kitchen, so he went back inside.
“Sorry about that. That was an old buddy of mine.”
While Nate cooked breakfast, he kept his conversation with Jeff light and casual, wanting him to feel at ease. He casually touched Jeff more often – a pat on the back or a hand on his shoulder. He wanted to be a haven for Jeff in every way, and he laid out his plan for later that morning.
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Nate had speakers mounted outside and played music from his phone while they did chores. Jeff’s stamina seemed endless. He chopped at least two cords of wood in half the time Nate could. Nate knew what he did. When Jeff lost himself in physical exertion, his mind disengaged. It brought him peace.
Fuck, no wonder he’s so jacked.
Realizing that, Nate gave him a few other chores. He wanted both of them pumped and sweaty. Once he felt it was time, Nate became laser-focused on his mission.
Entering the workshop, the intense heat caused him to sweat even more, but he loved the heat and the smell of sawdust. The only light source was the bright sun coming through the open door, which made the interior dim and stark. Dust motes in the air looked like fireflies when they hit the beam of sunlight coming through the door. He pulled two ice-cold beers from the fridge and set one on the workbench.
He called out, “Hey, Jeff, can you come here a sec?”
Jeff’s manly silhouette filled the doorway as he asked, “What’s up?”
Nate nodded toward the beer and said, “Let’s take a break.”
Jeff hopped up on the bench so his legs dangled freely, and he picked up the beer, tipped it towards Nate in thanks, and chugged nearly half of it. The way he sat, with his heavy shoulders slightly slumped over, pushed his pecs together. The tightness of Jeff’s body never ceased to amaze Nate. He was so sweaty he looked oiled, and every muscle was defined, even at rest.
The line from The Eagles' “Hotel California” came to mind… ‘He was brutally handsome.’
Fuck he is. I don’t know that I’ve ever seen a better-looking man. When he smiles… just damn.
Staring openly at Jeff, Nate watched individual rivulets of sweat running down his chest. When Jeff raised his beer, his throat thickened, and the movement and sound of his swallowing were intoxicating. Nate’s cock hardened, but this time he didn’t try to hide it. Standing a few feet away, he made eye contact with Jeff. Nate’s hand lowered, and he ran his hand along the length of his prominent erection. Jeff’s eyes darted to the clear outline of Nate’s cock. Nate was going commando, and a wet spot showed where he was leaking precum. Jeff wanted to avert his eyes like always, but he couldn’t. He was drawn to the image of Nate’s cock, and his boldness refused to let Jeff look away.
The playlist Nate had running ended, and complete silence surrounded them. Jeff tensed, but tried to act casual. Nate looked just as hot to Jeff. In the dim lighting, his muscled body, deeply tanned and dripping sweat, was everything Jeff ever fantasized about. Nate advanced slowly until he stood close enough that Jeff had to widen his legs.
Jeff set his beer down and leaned back, unsure of what was happening. Looking at the clear outline of Nate’s dock, he began to panic, but Nate had him pinned in. He started to say something, but Nate cut him off, “It’s okay, Jeff.”
Jeff started trembling, and Nate put his hands on Jeff’s shoulders, gently squeezing them.
He said in a quiet, soothing tone, “It’s okay, bud, relax.”
Nate’s hands slowly but deliberately began roaming over Jeff’s chest, shoulders, and arms.
“Nothing’s gonna happen that you don’t want. You’re safe.”
Nate's hands left a trail of fire on Jeff’s flesh wherever they touched. His cock was so hard it hurt, and his trembling became more extreme.
He knows. Oh, God, he knows.
Nate’s hands moved down and unbuckled Jeff’s belt. He moved slowly and deliberately, never taking his eyes off Jeff’s, holding his gaze, and not allowing him to look away. Jeff’s heart bounded in his chest, and his breath came in ragged gasps. His huge arms stayed at his sides, powerless to stop what was occurring. As badly as he wanted what was happening, it terrified him at the same time. Nate saw tears forming, and he gently brushed Jeff’s sweaty hair off his forehead before cupping his face.
“There’s nothing to be afraid of.”
Nate was positive, based on Jeff’s reaction, that he had never had any sexual interaction with another man. In some ways, he wished the situation were different, but he had to punch through the barrier Jeff kept up, and he thought something fast and unexpected was the best approach. He didn’t want to give Jeff time to overthink the situation and retreat.
Jeff stayed silent, frozen in place. Nate moved his hands back down and opened Jeff’s jeans as much as possible. His hard cock pointed to the side, trapped within his briefs. A huge wet spot covered the head, and Nate could see it straining against the material. Running his fingers along Jeff’s length, he felt Jeff’s cock flex.
Fuck, his cock is as hard as the rest of him.
Jeff’s breath caught in his chest at Nate’s touch. Looking down, he watched Nate fold back the elastic band of his briefs. Jeff’s cock sprang up so quickly that some of his precum flew off, splattering against Nate’s stomach. Jeff’s cockhead glistened in the stark lighting.
Looking at Jeff’s cock, Nate thought: Fucking, Jesus, he’s perfect.
Jeff’s cock seemed to be about six and a half inches, and thick. He was cut, and the shape of his head sent a new surge of desire through Nate. Precum dripped down his shaft in a steady stream. Jeff’s body flushed with desire.
Not wanting to give Jeff time to react, Nate bent over and took Jeff into his mouth. The sound Jeff made, the combination of a gasp, moan, grunt, and whimper, was beautiful. Moving up to just the head, Nate swirled his tongue around while he sucked. He started moving up and down, but in only a few strokes, Jeff filled his mouth.
Jeff’s eyes squeezed shut as the most powerful orgasm of his life, his first one with another person, let alone a man, overtook him. His arms finally moved, and he gripped Nate’s thick shoulders. Touching Nate’s sweaty, solid back, Jeff held onto him. Nate raised up and his hands moved to Jeff’s head, running his fingers through his short hair while his cock continued pulsing and spurting out the biggest cum of his life.
Nate wanted to make it all about Jeff, but his own urgency had other ideas. He had to get off. Standing up, he quickly pulled his shorts down and let them fall around his ankles. His own cock sprang up, and he moved closer between Jeff’s outspread thighs.
Jeff was still hard, his cock shiny, dripping spit and cum. Nate put one arm around Jeff’s shoulder and hugged him tightly. The heat of their sweaty skin, firm over hard muscle, felt exquisite. Jeff felt even better than Nate expected, and for the first time in his life, Jeff felt another man’s body against his. The intimacy of the simple act tore down more of his barrier.
Nate rested his head in the crux of Jeff’s shoulder, inhaling Jeff’s heat and musky scent as he pushed their cocks together. Gripping them both, he jerked them off. The sensation of their full, spongy heads and hard shafts sliding together was too much, and they both came. Jeff’s second orgasm, only seconds after the first, was just as intense. Nate held their bodies and their cocks snuggly together as they came, thrusting his cock against Jeff’s while they continued spurting, using his hand as a sheath to keep them together.
Surprised at his own emotion, Nate had never felt so connected to another man, even with all the sex he had had with his buddies at the camp. Something in Jeff touched him, and getting off with Jeff opened a place in his heart he didn’t expect. He knew it wasn’t just lust in the moment; he was falling in love.
Their breathing slowed, and Nate started running his hands over Jeff again. He wanted to soothe him, knowing he was about to have an emotional meltdown. It was inevitable, and he wanted to help him through it.
Before what happened overtook Jeff, Nate said, “Let’s go in the house.”
Nate kicked his shorts off over his shoes, so he was naked. Jeff still wore his jeans, wide open with his belt unbuckled. Their cocks were still hard and slick with their combined loads. The smell of their sweat and cum surrounded them. Jeff didn’t want to let Nate pull away. He wanted the hug to continue, but he let himself be led out of the shop and into Nate’s house.
To be continued..
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