Nate couldn’t stop smiling during the drive home, but Jeff stayed reserved. Once again, Nate wondered what he was thinking. He wanted to understand Jeff better and figure out how to support him best. Barry looked behind them at the convoy of cars and trucks following—all the Marines and other service members who showed up for both Jeff and Nate. Barry wasn’t joking when he told Nate how much the guys thought of him.
Nate said, “Once we’re home, someone’s gonna have to make a big beer run, and I’m gonna have to go to the store. I don’t have enough food to feed this crowd.”
When they pulled into the driveway, Nate told Barry, “Give us a few minutes of privacy and then we’ll come out and see everyone.”
Barry nodded. Being a good lawyer, he was observant and very aware of Jeff’s pensive look. Barry, Marc, and Burt organized the parking and showed everyone where the bathroom was, although with that many men, the woods would most likely turn into a pissing ground.
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Nate closed the door and started to take off his uniform. He hadn’t worn it in years, but it still fit perfectly. Carefully and respectfully, he hung it up and placed it back in the suit bag where he kept it. Jeff did the same, and both men watched each other as they undressed. The way their muscles moved in their arms, shoulders, and legs while they undressed seemed like another form of foreplay. Jeff grinned when Nate winked at him, which he took as a good sign.
In their underwear, Nate sat on the bed and patted the bedspread beside him. Jeff sat down and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. His back was too tempting to resist, and Nate began softly running a hand across the broad expanse of Jeff’s back and shoulders.
“Tell me what you’re thinking. Today couldn’t have gone better, but you don’t look happy. Is something wrong? Are you okay?”
Jeff seemed surprised at Nate’s remark, and he blinked, saying, “Fuck, I’m sorry. I guess I was a little caught up in my own thoughts. Yeah, it went great. Barry and all you guys were awesome and pulled my ass out of the fire. I still gotta deal with Jess on the divorce, but I think after today that won’t be nearly as hard. Sorry I’m so quiet, I’m just… I don’t know… stunned maybe?”
“Stunned? What about?”
Jeff sat up and took Nate’s hands in his. His eyes were glassy when he said, “I feel like I hit the fuckin’ jackpot when I rented that trailer from Ted. You’ve changed my life, Nate, from that very first day when you walked over and introduced yourself. I’m grateful, but it’s more than that. And it’s not just about today. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. Everything about you. I’ve never felt this way towards another man. It feels incredible. Being around you keeps me from falling back into that fuckin’ abyss.”
Jeff paused, lowered his head, and muttered, “I’m not saying this very well.”
Jeff raised Nate’s hands, kissed the backs of them, and smiled. He then freed one hand, cupped the back of Nate’s neck, and pulled him in for a kiss. The sensation of their tongues meeting sent a jolt through them that shot straight to their dicks.
“I love you, Nate. I’m a different man around you. You help drive the darkness away. I want you to be proud of me and make you happy. I want to see you smile. I want to learn everything about you, so I can take care of you.”
Jeff closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and continued, “Saying things openly like this is still so new. The fear and guilt are still there, but with you, I don’t give a fuck. I can say this now too… I want to suck your dick, and fuck you, and drain your balls every day. I want you to fuck me too. If I wait until I think I’m ready, it will never happen, so I want to make it happen with you.”
Jeff’s words brought tears to Nate’s eyes and a warm feeling to his heart. Everything Jeff said was exactly what Nate wanted to hear.
Chuckling, Nate said, “I wish we didn’t have a platoon of Marines here. We have to go out and see everyone. They’re here for us.”
“Yeah, they are. Let’s put on some shorts and say hi. All of those guys are from the camp, right?”
“Yeah. Be as open as you want.”
Exiting the room, they headed down the hall. Everyone there was already shirtless, most in their boxers. As soon as Jeff and Nate entered the living room, cheers erupted, along with several Hoo-rahs! Each man hugged Nate, and then Jeff, as they shook hands and introduced themselves. Jeff recognized Ted, Marc, Burt, and, of course, Barry, but he also met Brady and dozens of other men.
Ted said, “There’s a beer run in progress, and a few guys took up a collection to buy hamburgers, hot dogs, chips, sodas, and snacks. Just like at camp, everyone chipped in to make it all work.”
Nate observed Jeff carefully, searching for any signs of anxiety, but to his surprise and pleasure, Jeff appeared more at ease than he had ever seen him. The camaraderie of fellow Marines surrounded him, and he soaked it in. They were his new unit.
Watching Jeff, Nate thought: Fuck, he’s handsome all the time, but when he genuinely smiles… just damn. And he loves me.
Even though all the men were from the camp, there was no sex at Nate’s house. They were completely respectful of his property and home. Nate played some music in the backyard, and after eating and having more beers, everyone gathered around the fire pit.
Jeff enjoyed feeling the bare skin of all the men, whether touching shoulders, sitting with legs intertwined, or with arms draped over shoulders. He laughed so hard that the back of his head hurt. As the night progressed, pallets were made on the floors and furniture. Barry, Marc, and Burt slept in the guest room, while Nate and Jeff slept in their own room.
The next morning, as everyone got up, the men started to leave, and by mid-morning, only Barry, Marc, and Burt remained. Nate and Jeff gave Marc and Burt long, heartfelt hugs, thoroughly enjoying their strong bodies before they said goodbye. Nate and Jeff then drove Barry to Albany, where he caught a commuter flight to Atlanta to fly back to Langley.
Barry grinned as they dropped him off at the terminal, saying, “Remember, you owe me a weekend at camp. After I catch up with everything, I’ll let you know when I’m free, and we’ll make it happen. I want to see you two again.”
Jeff teared up as he hugged Barry so tightly he lifted him off his feet, whispering in his ear, “Thanks for everything. There isn’t a word for what I owe you.”
In a serious tone, Barry replied, “It was an honor to help, Jeff. I mean that. But if you really want to pay me back, you can fuck my ass and maybe throw in a few blowjobs.”
Jeff laughed and patted Barry on his solid shoulder.
“Yes, Sir, Colonel, I think that can be arranged. Have a safe trip.”
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Albany was just a forty-five-minute drive from Moultrie, so they reached home by mid-afternoon. As they approached Nate’s house, Jeff immediately saw that the trailer door was open. His truck was still parked in the driveway, but no other vehicles were in sight.
Nate parked, and they both carefully crossed the street. The TV was blaring, and the AC was cranked up high. The place had been ransacked, but Jeff noticed that everything of Jess’s was gone.
“That bitch! Sorry, Nate, I’ll clean this up. So much for no retaliation.”
“I’ll check your truck, too, in case they left any surprises.”
There was no evidence, besides Jess’s missing belongings, indicating who vandalized the trailer. There was no actual damage to the place or his truck, so as frustrating as it was for Jeff, he decided to let it go, telling Nate, “I’m not gonna stoop to her level of pettiness.”
Nate started to help clean up, but Jeff told him, “I’ll handle this. It’s my responsibility. I know you want to help, but I’m starving, so why don’t you fix us something to eat while I take care of this?”
Jeff took off his shirt and handed it to Nate, who stared openly at Jeff’s exposed upper body. He couldn’t help himself and put his hands on Jeff’s chest, wanting to feel him. Then, cupping the back of Jeff’s neck, he pulled him in for a quick kiss and patted his shoulder, saying, “Alright. I’d rather help you, but I’m hungry too. I’ll see what I can scrounge up.”
Jeff hugged his partner, wrapping his arms tightly around Nate. They were both in the ‘touchy-feely’ stage of a new relationship but hoped it would never end. They seemed to crave each other physically, sexually, and emotionally.
An hour and a half later, Jeff finished. Drenched in sweat, he entered the kitchen, stuck his head under the sink, and doused his face and hair. Nate had a towel ready and wiped him down.
“Lunch is almost ready. Why don’t you take off your jeans and boots. You’ll be more comfortable.”
Grinning, Jeff unbuckled his belt and popped the button on his jeans. When he took them off, his aroma filled the kitchen. The heat emanating from Jeff’s body, coupled with his scent, made Nate hard. He pulled Jeff’s sweaty boxers off too, leaving him naked and fully erect.
Nate pulled out a chair and said, “Sit.”
Jeff did as he was told, and Nate dropped to his knees, so his head was level with Jeff’s chest. The lust in his eyes did not go unnoticed, and Jeff’s cock flexed at the sight.
“Let me help you relax.”
He palmed Jeff’s pecs, with a finger over each nipple, teasing them. Jeff’s intake of breath pushed his chest out, and he put one arm on the table and the other on the edge of the chair, tightening his arm and chest. Nate rubbed his chest and then used the back of his knuckles to rub up and down over Jeff’s hardened nipples. His cock bounced involuntarily from the stimulation, and Nate saw the precum already running down his shaft.
Jeff’s eyes were closed with his head thrown back, his mouth open slightly in pleasure. Nate loved to see Jeff’s neck thicken when he did that, showing the prominent veins that ran down to his traps and upper torso.
Leaning down, Nate took Jeff’s full length into his mouth and throat while he continued teasing Jeff’s nipples. Jeff tensed in pleasure as he ran one through Nate’s short hair and the other rubbed his strong back and shoulders. His touches were firm but caressing, enjoying the feel of Nate’s body.
Nate kept his movements slow and steady, wanting to prolong Jeff’s pleasure. Jeff was still often hair-triggered, but Nate was figuring out how to bring his urgency down a notch. If he felt Jeff was getting too close, he pulled off to rub his chest and shoulders while kissing him, before returning to his cock. He drew his oral ministrations out for nearly half an hour before taking Jeff over the edge in a powerful orgasm. Coincidentally, the timer on the oven dinged just as Jeff came in his mouth, which he found funny. Jeff did too, and he laughed but gasped at the same time as Nate milked his cock of every drop of cum.
Not caring at that point if lunch burned, Jeff pulled Nate to his feet and pulled down his shorts to reveal his erection. Wrapping his hands around Nate’s waist, he took as much of Nate’s cock into his mouth as he was able. He hadn’t yet learned to deep throat Nate without gagging, so he focused on the head and the first few inches, but what he lacked in skill he made up for in exuberance. His lips and tongue attacked Nate’s cock, sucking and swirling around his head and frenulum. Nate was already close after getting Jeff off, and in less than a few minutes, he filled Jeff’s mouth. Not letting go, Jeff’s arms tightened, holding Nate against him as he continued working his head until he went soft.
When he loosened his arms, Nate kissed him briefly, and they tasted each other, which sent another thrill through them, emotionally and physically. The intimacy they were learning to share seemed to grow deeper every day.
Jeff finally said, “I hope I didn’t cause lunch to burn.”
“It’s fine. The oven turned off with the timer. It’s a casserole, so a few extra minutes doesn’t hurt.”
Naked, the two men ate the vegetable chicken pasta bake. Nate had made a pitcher of sweet iced tea to go with it. After they finished eating, they leaned towards one another, holding hands while they talked.
Jeff asked, “Do you have anything specific planned this afternoon?”
“No. I just want to chill with you. We can watch a movie, putz around in the shed, or anything you want to do. We need to go grocery shopping, but that can wait until tomorrow.”
“I meant what I said about wanting you to fuck me. Would you like to do that now? We both just got off, so we can take our time. Don’t take this the wrong way… this isn’t payback for everything you’ve done for me, Nate. I want to give myself to you, like you did for me. I want us to belong to each other.”
Nate winked and, with a grin, said, “Let’s get you ready.”
Jeff felt a strong sense of anticipation. He knew it was going to hurt – Nate practically had a beer can for a cock – but he also knew that once he got past that, it would be the best feeling in the world to have Nate inside him.
Using the wand until the water ran clear, they decided not to shower. Nate loved the way Jeff smelled as he was. He wanted to do something a little different and pulled a small bottle of baby oil from his nightstand.
“I want to give you a massage. It’ll help you relax, but it’s also for me. I can’t get enough of touching you. Lie face down on the bed and get comfortable.”
Jeff stretched out and rested his head on his crossed arms. The sight of Jeff’s strong, muscular frame fully spread out kept Nate completely aroused. He chuckled at how white Jeff’s ass was compared to the rest of him, making his dark tan skin appear even darker.
Drizzling baby oil over Jeff’s back and shoulders, he knew it was cold, and rubbed his hands together to warm them. Jeff softly moaned as Nate’s strong hands began massaging his muscles. Jeff’s moans were another trait of his that Nate loved. Hearing an audible response to his touch was a turn-on all by itself.
Nate spent a good half hour rubbing and caressing every muscle on Jeff’s body. When he turned over and his hard-on lay against his stomach, Nate used it to gauge how well he was doing. Jeff’s cock flexed, throbbed, and leaked precum continuously. He occasionally stroked Jeff and fondled his balls, wanting his level of excitement to stay high.
Finally, he said, “Get on all fours.”
His fingers were already slick, and he slid one in. Jeff was very tight, but he easily took Nate’s finger. Nate wiggled it, twisting slightly, and found Jeff’s prostate, teasing it. Jeff had never had his prostate touched before, and his head jerked up.
Nate chuckled and said, “That’s a good sign. Some guys are more sensitive than others. I hope that felt good?”
“Do it some more. It’s different.”
Nate stimulated Jeff’s prostate and soon his entire body trembled and he moaned, “Fuck. Don’t stop doing that. It feels like I want to cum, but it’s different than my cock.”
Nate inserted a second finger, and Jeff tensed, but the sensation of his prostate outweighed the sharp sting. It was strange to feel the mix of pain and pleasure. Nate spent minutes stretching Jeff out, and he didn’t move forward until the sting had subsided.
Jeff asked, “How many fingers?”
“Two.”
“Fuck! It feels like your whole hand is in there!”
“Just relax. Here goes three.”
The noise Jeff made was more of a groan than a moan, but Nate didn’t withdraw. He soothingly rubbed Jeff’s ass cheeks and back with his other hand. Jeff’s cock was still painfully rigid from the prostate stimulation, and Nate began to stroke him, matching the sensations. It was a good sign when Jeff began pushing back against his fingers.
“That’s three fingers. My cock is thicker, but I’m going to try now. Remember to push if you can. I want to get in quick, and then I’ll stop until you get used to it.”
Nate liberally coated his cock with Albolene and used quite a bit on Jeff’s hole. Jeff’s eyes nearly popped out of his head at the intense pain when Nate’s cockhead entered him. He didn’t make any noise, but his breathing was intense, and every muscle in his body tightened in response, trying to fight off the discomfort. Fresh sweat popped out over his big frame.
Nate had fucked dozens of guys at camp. Until Jeff fucked him, he had been exclusively a top. He remembered how it felt to have Jeff enter him, how Jeff lay down on him, and he did the same. His weight was another comfort, and his arms went around Jeff’s chest from behind. He pressed his cheek against Jeff’s, hugging him.
Nate had a strange notion that Jeff’s ass was made for his cock. The heat and tightness were blissful, and felt better than any man he had ever been inside of. Jeff’s anal muscles squeezed at the invasion, and Nate moaned, “Fuck, Jeff. You feel so good. Do you want me to pull out?”
“No! Stay in. Don’t you dare pull out. Just give me a minute.”
Nate started to tear up, knowing Jeff wouldn’t back down despite the pain. It was like the death wish he had carried in Afghanistan, a stubborn relentlessness that refused to let him give up. But this time, it wasn’t his secret but his love for Nate that drove him, and that love was even stronger.
Nate could tell by how sweaty Jeff was, the strain in his voice, and his harsh breathing how much he was hurting. Rubbing his back, he whispered calmly, “Relax, Jeff, don’t fight it. Give in to it and push out. Focus, push out, and breathe.” He kept repeating his words like a mantra and soon noticed a change.
The sting disappeared, replaced by a feeling of stretched fullness, of being filled with the man he loved. While Nate didn’t move, Jeff shifted forward and then back, stroking Nate with his ass. The strokes were brief, but the friction nearly made Nate’s eyes cross. Jeff squeezed his cock, stroking him and taking control. After a minute, he said, “Ok, I’m ready.”
Nate gripped Jeff’s strong shoulders and began, with full strokes, slowly at first. Once again, the sounds Jeff made were a huge turn-on. After Nate was sure Jeff wasn’t hurting anymore, his moans turned into a mix of whimpers and pleas.
Nate made out the words, “Don’t stop” amidst the sounds. Lying on Jeff once again, he wanted as much body contact as he could manage. He hugged Jeff with one arm, and with his other, he reached under and started stroking Jeff’s cock. He was amazed at the amount of precum dripping out of him. Jeff brought his face around enough for them to kiss, and the extra connection was like another spark that ignited what was happening between them.
Jeff felt Nate’s sweat dripping on him, and he loved the squishing sound their skin made when he leaned back up.
“Turn over.”
Nate grabbed Jeff’s hips, manhandling him and flipping him onto his back. Grabbing Jeff’s ankles, he put them on his shoulders and plunged his cock back in. Jeff’s eyes bulged at the return. Seeing Jeff beneath him, his cock hard, his body hair matted down with sweat, his muscles flushed and full, was the most beautiful thing he had ever envisioned. At that angle, his cock slid over Jeff’s prostate, and it flipped his switch. Jeff grunted out his release as he shot cum all over his stomach and chest.
His anal muscles contracted, squeezing Nate even more, which sent him over the edge. The two men shared their orgasms, lost in what was happening. As soon as Nate started to cum he buried himself as deeply as possible and rode out his contractions. Jeff felt each one and the heat of his cum. There was no room for it, and it leaked out of his ass around Nate’s cock. Jeff locked his ankles around Nate’s lower back, not letting him pull out, and Nate lowered his torso onto Jeff. Jeff’s powerful arms encircled him, holding him tightly as they buried their faces against each other’s necks.
Their lungs heaved, trying to draw in oxygen after their exertion. Neither moved, not wanting to separate. Their heat and sweat glued them together as much as their love. It seemed forever, but after a minute, Nate rolled to his side, pulling his cock out, leaving Jeff stretched and empty. More cum dripped from his ass.
Neither realized they were crying until they made eye contact, and they laughed, saying “I love you” simultaneously. Jeff pulled Nate’s head forward until their foreheads touched.
Jeff said, “I don’t know if there’s a word for how I feel right now. Fulfilled doesn’t cut it. Happy doesn’t either. They aren’t big enough.”
To break the solemnness, Jeff followed up with, “Thanks for not raping me.”
Nate chuckled and lightly punched Jeff’s chest, “You fucker.”
Brushing Jeff’s hair back off his forehead, he said, “How did I get so lucky?”
“I guess we both owe Ted a blowjob. If he hadn’t rented me that trailer, this wouldn’t be happening, and I’d still be with… her. God, I don’t even want to say her name. I can’t fuckin’ wait to get divorced.”
“Speaking of Ted, I’m going to cancel your lease on the trailer. I don’t think he’ll mind after everything that’s happened. There are always guys looking for an affordable place to stay. We plan to add more trailers next year to help more guys in need.”
“You know, Nate, I have a few ideas. Let me work on them, and I’ll share once I have things figured out. I do have one question, though. How would you feel about me getting a service dog? My VA counselor suggested I get one before I moved in and submit the paperwork.”
“That would be great! I’ve meant to get one for a while, but I kept putting it off.”
“Let’s hop in the shower and rinse off. I think I need to rinse out, too. I have damn Niagara Falls flowing out of my ass.”
Nate chuckled, “Yeah, sorry, not sorry. Jeff, in all seriousness, I’ve never cum like that in my life. Every time we get off together, it’s like the first time all over again. It’s kind of scary.”
Jeff looked at him intently and said, “It’s the same with me. My life’s been so fucked up the last few years, I feel alive for the first time in a long time. Thank you for saving me.”
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Two weekends later, Nate said, “I got a group email from the camp. The upcoming weekend is a long one, so most of the guys are going to be there. Do you want to go?”
“How many guys are we talking about?”
“Probably thirty-five or fortyish.”
Nate immediately noticed Jeff’s hesitation and said, “There’s as much or as little sex as you want. If you don’t want to do anything with anyone there, even me, that’s totally fine. Whatever you're comfortable with.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be a downer.”
Nate moved closer and cupped Jeff’s face in his hands, saying, “You are NOT a downer. I’m happier with you than I’ve ever been. We don’t even have to go if you don’t want to. But I will tell you this: there are a lot of great guys there. They’re all vets, mostly Marines, but some from other branches. Everyone there is either gay, bi, or straight but into man-on-man sex. Even if you don’t participate, there’s a lot happening openly, but there are also special rooms or areas for specific activities. I doubt you’ve heard of some of them, and even if you have, I know you well enough to know you aren’t into them. The thing is, Jeff, that place is a kind of refuge for us. It’s the safest spot for guys like us. Everyone there is like us and has been in our shoes. I think you’ll make some great friends. Marc, Burt, Ted, and Brady will be there, so you’ll know a few guys besides me.”
Jeff pushed his reservations aside and said, “Let’s go. I’ll just play things by ear.”
“Hoorah, brother. Do everything on your own terms, and don’t let anyone pressure you into doing anything you’re not comfortable with. We can hit the grocery store tomorrow and get everything we need, then head out early Friday. It’s a long drive.”
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The drive was beautiful. Shirts off, they felt the warm wind on their skin. Jeff was surprised by how remote the camp was. Nate knew where to turn off the main road, and it was almost half a mile down a small dirt path through dense woods before they arrived. Cars, trucks, campers, and RVs filled the parking area, and guys greeted Nate by name before they even stepped out of the truck.
“Cochran, you cock sucker! How’s it hangin’?”
“Nate, my guy! You made it!”
Nate turned to Jeff and grinned, “Shorts off. From now until we leave, we’re naked.”
Jeff recognized some of the guys who had come to Moultrie for his court case, and he was surprised by the open hugs he received. He admitted it felt good. It wasn’t sexual, but he found the casual affection comforting. A few of the guys grabbed their coolers and helped carry everything back to their cabin.
Music played by the pool, and the smell of smoked BBQ filled the air. The atmosphere felt more like a big family reunion than anything else. Jeff felt relaxed, smiling, and laughing. He was mercilessly teased as the ‘guy who landed Nate,’ and after dinner, he received a large dildo spray-painted gold with ‘Nate Cock-Ran’ written on it in Sharpie.
Everyone, especially Jeff, laughed loudly as he held it over head. One-liners and crude comments flew, sparking more laughter, but the highlight was Nate’s arms around him and his around Nate.
Nate knew everyone and introduced Jeff to each man. Jeff made sure to shake hands and hug everyone who came to see him. He couldn’t remember having a better time in his life, and when he told Nate, “I’m glad we came. This is awesome,” Nate responded, “Just wait until tomorrow.”
“What’s tomorrow?”
“It’s a surprise. I think you’ll like it.”
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After lunch the next day, Jeff saw guys clearing out all the tables and chairs from the lodge and laying down futons, pillows, and blankets.
Jeff asked, “What’s going on?”
Nate said, “That’s the ‘touch pit.’”
Furrowing his brow in curiosity, Jeff said, “I’m afraid to ask. Is this what you were talking about?”
Nate nodded and asked, “Have you ever heard the phrase ‘touch starved cat?’”
“Yeah. My mom had cats while I was growing up, and they would pile together in the sun.”
“Think of this as a pile of cats, but it’s a bunch of naked men. We all go in and lie down together. It’s kind of like a big snuggle fest. There’s no sex, but you’ll see lots of boners. You’ll be surrounded by other men, all touching. The muscles, the smells, the sweat… It’s all about men being men and bonding. Many of these guys still have to hide who they are, or are lonely and isolated. In a way, it’s another form of therapy, but it’s just nice. It brings us closer together. Some guys crack jokes, some fart, some even cry, but there’s no judgment, just freedom.”
After a brief pause, Nate asked, “You willing to try it? I’m fine with not doing it if you don’t want to, but I think you’ll enjoy it. It will be another first for you. I’ll be with you, I’m not letting you out of my sight.”
Jeff’s answer was to hold out his hand, which Nate took, and they walked into the lodge.
The ‘touch pit’ was everything Nate said and more. All the manly bodies, in all shapes, sizes, and ages, touching each other were freeing. It wasn’t sexual, but arms went around shoulders, legs intertwined, muscles squeezed, and chests were patted or held. Men talked and listened, asking or giving advice. It filled those whose hearts were empty and helped heal them. Many, like Jeff, still struggled with PTSD, and the safety and security surrounding them helped quiet dark, intrusive thoughts.
Some guys only stayed briefly, but those who needed to remained for hours, and by dinner, the lodge was back to being the chow hall. Jeff ended up staying the whole afternoon, and as he and Nate walked back to their cabin, he looked pensive, and Nate worried that something was wrong.
Once back in their cabin to relax before the bonfire started, Nate asked, “You’ve gone quiet on me. Is everything okay?”
Jeff lay on the bed with his arms behind his head, gazing at Nate. He patted the space beside him to invite him over. As soon as Nate lay down next to him, Jeff spooned him, and Jeff’s strong arms pulled them close together. After being in a pile of bodies and then feeling each other, they both got hard.
“Everything’s great, Nate. The whole experience, not just the ‘touch pit,’ but this place has given me a lot to think about. I’m not going dark on you; my mind is just spinning with ideas. Let me work through them, and I’ll share it all.”
Nate said, “I can’t wait. But for now, I have a dick to suck, then you can do whatever you want to me.”
Jeff didn’t care to sixty-nine. He preferred to have his complete focus either on pleasuring Nate or being pleasured by Nate. Sometimes they did ‘Rock, Paper, Scissors’ to see who would go first, but this time, Nate took the initiative and took Jeff into his mouth. He enjoyed having Jeff spread-eagled on the bed so he could touch him freely, which he did. Rubbing Jeff’s chest and nipples with one hand, he cupped his balls with his other, while he gave his lover the wettest, sloppiest, blow job he was capable of. Jeff learned more about giving himself to Nate’s pleasure. As they became intimately more familiar with each other, they realized and accepted what they did to and for each other.
Once Jeff came, Nate let him drift in the post orgasmic haze, loving on him and soothing him until he was ready to continue. Instead of a blow job, Jeff ended up edging Nate, drawing his pleasure out for nearly an hour before finally letting him cum. He loved to watch Nate squirm in pleasure, and seeing his thighs widen and push his cock up, begging to be allowed to shoot. In the months they had been lovers, Jeff dedicated himself to learning Nate’s kinks and buttons and exploited them to the fullest to keep him happy and satisfied.
They were both sweaty by the time Nate came, and cuddled some more, quietly talking and laughing until it was time to eat.
Dinners were communal, with many guys helping out. After cleaning up, the bonfire was lit, and everyone drank beer or whiskey, catching a buzz while relaxing by the fire. Couples would get horny and disappear for a while, then come back smiling and even more relaxed. Jokes and shit hanging filled the night. It was the last night of the weekend, and in a camp tradition, the board from the lodge, with the pictures of all their fallen brothers, was brought out, and everyone raised their drinks in their honor and memory.
Silence settled in, accompanied by some tears, but then, as is customary among soldiers, stories were shared about their fallen brothers, which brought laughter and fond memories. It made their absence more painful, yet also felt cathartic.
The next morning, everyone helped clean the camp, picked up any trash, and tidied the cabins and lodge, leaving everything spotless. Even after all the sex and the smells, there was no sign of it when they finished. Rain would wash away the outside evidence.
The drive home was quiet, each man lost in his own thoughts and memories of the weekend. Nate played music but kept it low. They stopped to eat halfway home and, by late afternoon, pulled in the driveway in Moultrie.
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It took a week before Jeff brought up his thoughts after experiencing the camp. The entire affair profoundly touched him in a way he never expected. A seed took root in his heart and mind, which Nate nurtured just by his presence.
After an exceptionally exuberant rut, where they flip-fucked each other, sweaty and content, they lay together in bed. As usual, they faced one another, with their heads propped up so they could look at each other, talk, and touch one another.
“Nate, I’ve been thinking about this since I went to camp, really even before, after Barry bailed me out. I don’t have all the details yet, but I want to do something big. My VA disability should cover my bills and groceries, but instead of a regular job, I want to start a nonprofit for veterans. I can draw a small salary from it to help out more here. You already said you and Ted want to expand the number of trailers. I saw the ‘For Sale’ signs on the land next to yours. There are twenty acres just sitting there. I want to raise the money, buy that land, and create a refuge for guys who are struggling—not just financially but emotionally, with PTSD. Especially amputees who are trying to find a reason to stay alive. We can have the trailers for them to stay, rent-free. I also want to build a big obstacle course, kind of like we did in boot camp. They can come here, live stress-free, exercise, and enjoy being outdoors.”
“There’s a large pond on the twenty acres, so we can stock it with fish. We can set up a firing range and have a gym, equipped for us and with special gear for guys without arms or legs.
“I think a big garden would be great too. We can grow almost all our own vegetables, and learn to can them. Gardening can be therapeutic, too, and cooking, especially for others.
“I’ve been looking online, and there are a few places similar to what I want to create, but none are in the south. Most of them are in the northeast. I don’t want it to be huge, maybe no more than five to ten guys at a time. They can stay as long as they need, and we can help them re-integrate into civilian life or simply work through their issues. They can get out of their heads here, and if any of them happen to be gay, we can help with that, too.”
Nate remained silent, allowing Jeff to talk until he finished sharing his idea. The more Jeff spoke, the more his passion grew for what he wanted to do. Nate could almost picture everything Jeff described in his mind, and his eyes misted over.
Fuck, you’re an incredible man, Jeff. That all sounds amazing. I’m fully on board, and we can do it together. It will give us both a purpose. I’ve been wondering what I want to do in the long run. I was having fun, but wasn’t really doing anything with my life until you showed up. This sounds like what I’ve been waiting for.
Jeff leaned forward and kissed Nate, looking into his eyes.
“I’ve said this before, but I’m so thankful I met you, Nate. That first day you came over to say hello, you started breaking down the wall I built. I was so hard for you, and I tried to fight it. Thank you for taking a chance on me and pushing me to be who I am. Every day you make me a better man.”
“Listen here, you handsome fucker. This goes both ways. I didn’t realize how empty my life was until you rented that trailer. I had to take a chance on you, as much for myself as for you. I know that now, even though I didn’t at the time. I didn’t believe in soul mates until I met you. Let’s build a life together, and make your idea work.”
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Two years later, Jeff and Nate, shirtless as usual in the South Georgia heat, greeted another resident at VA Life Line. Three of the ten trailers now had occupants, with applications for the others. Actually, they had too many applicants and had to put people on a waiting list. The nonprofit was more successful than Jeff ever imagined, and they had plenty of funds. Enough to help their tenants with medical bills if they needed care outside the VA.
Jeff and Nate maintained their bodies mainly for each other. Their sex lives had grown, and they were more satisfied than ever with their relationship. They were openly gay and didn’t hide it from their tenants, in case any were closeted and needed support as well. Through their love and support, they healed each other and then helped heal other troubled vets.
The men who stayed with them all faced issues, but Jeff and Nate created an environment reminiscent of the camp, building bonds of brotherhood with the men they supported that would last a lifetime. It was a place where broken soldiers could be themselves, among fellow military brothers, in a stress-free setting, and heal.
Once a month, Jeff and Nate visited the camp. Barry had retired, and as promised, they invited him to stay with them in their cabin. Barry was the first man they ever shared a three-way with, and for the first time, Jeff and Nate double-fucked another man.
Jeff had learned never to say never, but there weren’t many firsts left. Everything he ever dreamed of in a man, he found in Nate, and Nate felt the same way about Jeff. Together, they faced a promising future. Jeff often said, “There’s nothing we can do if we stick together,” and it was true.
Neither man could imagine their lives being any better.
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