A few days after we got back from our mini-vacation--I was calling it our honeymoon in my head--I came home from work looking for Jack. I was incredibly horny but he wasn’t around and Marco had the day off. I was almost tempted to jerk off thinking of our incredible vacation and all we’d done and talked about. I prowled the house restlessly and palmed my cock through my swimsuit.
We chose a route that would take us close to the ocean but avoid the popular beaches. There were abandoned sugar mills along the way, leftovers from when the island had been mostly sugar plantations. The first part of the hike was grueling as the sun was up and the ocean breezes didn’t reach far into the hilled forest.
I came into the house practically bursting with excitement. I left the large fish I’d brought home in the sink and poured some ice over it from the freezer. The house was quiet and I figured Jack was upstairs napping or screwing around with Marco. I rinsed my hands and kicked off my sandals by the kitchen door. I pulled off my t-shirt as I took the stairs, in desperate need of a shower.
Jack and I talked on the phone often. He was happy about my job but said he would rather it not go to full time. I told him I didn't think it would. It was more just when the Captain had clients. He asked casually about Marco, but never anything beyond how I liked the boy and how we were getting along.
I held my breath as I waited at the carousel for my luggage. I had pulled up tiny shoots from the planters that Jack had given me as well as roots from the three roses, and wrapped them in moist paper toweling and put them in a plastic bag hidden in a pocket in my suitcase.
I still had the task of cleaning out Justin's locker for real. I went to the school mid morning. There were a few more days of classes for the rest of the school so I waited outside till I heard the bell ring for the next class then made my way quietly through the gym to the locker room. I tapped lightly on Coach's closed door. After several seconds I heard his muffled, "Come in." I tried the door but it was locked. A minute later he ...
Standing there listening to the continuing applause, I broke my oath. I let the tears flow freely, unashamedly down my face. When Jack came to the steps, my hand was out, but not offered. He never took my hand, nor had he taken Brady's--it would have been out of character for him--but I saw the gratitude in his eyes as he came down the steps.
Graduation was two days away. We had been fitted for our caps and gowns. I didn't think the day would ever come and now I wasn't sure I was happy about it. I was glad to be graduating, a sense of accomplishment, but I was already feeling melancholy about all I would miss.
I got dressed and while he showered I made a fresh pot of coffee and fixed his breakfast before sending him on his way. He looked a little worse for wear from the night before but still sexy in his uniform. I had some coffee and sat on the couch to think about the night and what might come.
Brady called from his Jeep as he slowed to a stop in front of my house. He had the top off and all the windows down. The sun shone off his white wife-beater and made his lightly tanned skin look darker. I caught my own reflection in his sunglasses as I approached from my perch leaning against my car in the driveway.
I sneaked the phone out of my pocket since we weren’t supposed to have them turned on while on campus. I was surprised to see it was a message from the Sheriff. I’d never have guessed the man knew how to send a text let alone write one. Well, it was just a simple one. ‘You okay?’ it said. I put the phone back in my pocket and stood up.
I waited outside Brady's apartment for only a few minutes before he pulled up in his Jeep. When he waved and flashed me a big smile, I didn't know whether to melt and run down in a puddle or get a hardon. When he got out of the Jeep, the way he set his foot on the ground, swinging his bubble butt out of the vehicle, standing on the column of his thigh, and those broad shoulders....fuck he so belonged in a Jeep, as much as he belonged in the ...
I was looking forward to it too. Uncle Jerome was ex-navy, and after I got old enough to understand the stories they told about sailors being cooped up on ships for months on end, I wondered about my uncle. Maybe it was more wishful thinking.
Justin called to ask if I would like to go with him and Jack to take Michael to the airport. I gladly accepted. They came by to pick me up and I climbed in the back seat with Michael. He was looking studly as fuck, wearing a deep blue knit shirt that hugged his lean, muscular upper body, and a pair of cargo shorts that, with him being so tall, came up about mid thigh; higher as he was sitting down. He looked hot as hell.
Despite all the others--Justin and his cousin, the deputy, Luis, Damon and the rest of the team, and now some of the guys at the station house--my mind always went back to the Sheriff. There was something about his muscular body, more mature and tested, with the hair on his stomach and his hairy thighs, his overall ruggedness, that attracted me. I could get a hardon just thinking about him. And the more I thought about him the more I was drawn ...
It was still light enough that I could see him in my rear view mirror and I was thinking I didn't mind getting stopped by this guy. Just the way he walked sent chills through me, not to mention the way he filled out the dark brown uniform. Fuck!
I ducked into the tent right behind Jack Willis who was already shedding his jacket before it soaked into his shirt. I wasn't so lucky; I hadn't worn a jacket and my shirt was soaked.
We awoke once in the dim light that casts over the earth just before the sun rises. He was tracing the features of my face with his fingertips, his cock was hard and sticky under my hand...
I came into the locker room ready for them, anticipating what would happen, even; a sort of nervous excitement that made my underarms prickle with sweat...
The assignment is to write a short play and select someone to act the lead part, impromptu; no reading the script before the play is acted out in class. This student writes his play about three soldiers in Vietnam. He enlists two guys to play the parts. One soldier is killed. Of the two remaining, one seizes the opportunity to tell the other how he really feels about him, before it's too late, and the next scene calls for him to kiss him, in ...
Aaron pledges a frat housse and is subjected to
various sexual "humiliations." He is blindfolded and gets tricked into thinking that his would be frat brothers have each one sucked his cock so he returns the favors, and more. Only to find out that they hired someone to suck his cock; and he, Aaron is really the only cocksucker in the room.
I met with Stewart Bush over dinner. I had seen him several times at games and school events but it was the first time I'd noticed how very good looking he was, and what great shape he was in.