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ASSMUNCH
I woke up snuggled against Kevin like usual with my morning wood crushed into his ass. Would this fascination and peaceful satisfaction happen every time I woke up with him in my arms, I wondered? I didn't want to ever grow bored with this, with his big healthy body, with the smell of him, his heat that was better than any blanket. I sighed in contentment.
Carol had come in during the night to wake us to say goodbye with a lingering kiss for each of us before she snuck out. She said her flight was at nine out of Austin so we wouldn't see her before she left. My Army clock in my head told me it was a little after 0200. We didn't ask what she'd done with Tim but I'd make sure my little brother's head was screwed on right about it all so he didn't get attached. Carol wasn't for him but maybe I was underestimating him and not giving Carol enough credit for keeping him in the right lane. I trusted her not to break my brother's heart. After all, she knew how to handle me to perfection when we were together. Still, I needed to be sure.
It turns out I didn't need to worry at all. Tim was fine. A bit cocky and acting like he was now a full grown man after losing his virginity to a college girl, but fine.
"She was incredible." He said to me when I asked. "I can't believe you aren't still with her. If she was my girlfriend I'd never let her go."
"It's not letting go when you both know it's time to move on, bud." I explained to him. "I still love her, of course. She'll always be my first, and I'll always love how we taught each other to be unashamed to push ourselves to be the best we could be with each other. And..."
"And what?" He asked impatiently before I could articulate after my pause.
"And she's responsible for Kevin and me finding each other. Not our friendship, but she brought Kevin and I together completely. She's the one who suggested I let Kevin get what he wanted so that maybe he could get over his crush on me and find a boyfriend of his own." I laughed a little. "We couldn't have been more wrong about how that worked out, but she's pretty amazing. She was actually happy and excited to pull Kevin into our relationship. So tell me... did she eat your ass?" I asked him.
"Oh fuck yes... that tongue of hers. Are your balls supposed to hurt every time after sex?" He gushed.
I chuckled because I knew exactly what he was talking about. "Only when you cum hard, and over and over again. Wait until tomorrow when your whole body is sore from the workout she put you through."
He reached down to his abdomen, then his thighs, then his ass. "Tomorrow? I'm fucking punished right now!"
"It'll get worse, you haven't even begun to feel the full effects. Maybe if you're not an asshole today, Kev and I will give you a rubdown before bed."
He smiled. Then scowled. "Don't get any ideas, I'm straight. It's confirmed now."
I hugged him. "Yeah, uh huh. Me too. Totally straight." I let him stew on that for a minute. "Don't worry bud, we don't want to molest you. But you'll appreciate a massage by tonight when you have trouble climbing up the stairs. I'll let you call it though."
He sheepishly came to my room after we all went to bed Sunday night and asked for that massage. Kevin and I worked him over good while we got specific details about what happened with Carol. We just ignored his throbbing boner as he relived his first full sexual experience. Carol didn't just fuck him, she took hours to teach him how to do it right. He said she finally got him to be an `pretty good' kisser. He proudly told us she'd said he had a wonderful dick.
"Wow." I said, after he told us she was okay with him shooting his load inside her. "I never got to do that." I admitted.
"She's on the pill, she said." He explained. "But she told me never to do that with just anyone. You can never know when it might get a girl pregnant, and there are some girls who WANT to get pregnant by a guy so I have to be careful. And she said there are diseases, even though I know all that. But she did say a person doesn't always know they've got it." He trailed off, and I knew he was thinking about something.
"Say it bud, go ahead and ask whatever it is you want to ask." I said.
"Are you..." he stopped. "Are you and Kevin... you know... worried about AIDS? If you're gay, you could get it, right? You guys don't use condoms."
I had to admit, that caught me off guard. And it was something that did weigh heavily on me. The military only ran an AIDS test on intake, and did a full screening for everything at our periodic mandatory physicals. In fact, I should have one coming up before I reported to my next duty station. But I was pretty safe and insulated in the military. I was more worried about Kevin. And I was caught off guard again with the spike of jealousy that seized my heart at the thought he might, in a moment of weakness when we were so far apart, have sex with another man. I put that thought in the queue of things to discuss with Kevin when we had the chance.
"You know straight people can get AIDS too, right?" I asked him.
"Yeah, from sharing needles, or like that kid Ryan White who had a blood transfusion." He answered.
"Dude! Straight people get it from unprotected sex too. You think Magic Johnson was a junkie? Fuck this stupid ass backwoods Texas town and their fucking dumb ass School Board. They should be teaching you this stuff in health class. If they aren't teaching you about it in Health, where are you getting this information?" Even the Army told us the bare minimum about it when recruits got the `talk' about STD's.
He shrugged. "My friends. I mean, we don't talk about it much but the news says it's mostly gay dudes that get it."
It was hard to blame him, I didn't know a whole lot about it either. It just wasn't on my radar. I had to admit I thought the same thing Tim did when I was in high school. My friends and I would joke around about it because it wasn't actually real to us. It was something that happened to other people. None of us knew anyone that had gotten AIDS. This whole conversation was making me really uncomfortable. In 1993, we were still calling it AIDS.
"Look Tim. Kevin and I don't get around, and we don't plan to." I said, speaking for Kevin. "I don't think we have anything to worry about. But until you're with someone in a relationship you should always be careful. And even then, don't get her pregnant. Cum in her mouth, or in her ass or shoot it all over her tits."
"I will." He said. I wasn't sure I believed him though. I knew what teenage boy hormones did to a guy and how sometimes your head went crazy and stupid when you were so horny you couldn't think of anything but sex. I'd tried to explain it to Carol once, but she couldn't understand how your brain couldn't focus on anything rational when your body was in that state and how when you were so horny your dick wouldn't stop bugging you and you got crazy ideas of all the things you just HAD to do with it.
Of course Tim went to school on Monday so he could strut around as a no longer virgin stud and tell all his buddies about his night with Carol. I called the ROTC teacher, MSGT Rivas to see about coming to talk with the kids in the high school cadet program about the Army. He thought it was a great idea. I wish I'd brought my battle dress uniform, my BDU's. I loved my Class A Dress Uniform, and was really proud to wear it, but really wanted to look more tough for the other part of the plan that involved Tim's bullies. Class A's were pretty, but I needed tough and battle ready. I needed sleeves rolled, pants bloused in boots ready to kick ass. I wished Carol was still here, she'd be up for a little PDA with Tim to bolster his reputation.
On Tuesday morning we got ready to head to the school.
"I hate you." Kevin said, looking at himself in the mirror. Kevin was the other part of my plan. He had a rockin' body and I had to admit he was way sexier and more masculine looking than me. Don't get me wrong, I felt I had a strong He-Man game goin' on and a serious deadly soldier persona I could project. I was no Arnold or Van Damme but Kevin said the way I moved was like a stalking predator. Still, Kevin's mass and confidence were levels above me. Like I said, he was Viking Tarzan and I needed him, no ... Tim needed him to put on a good show to shut the bullies up. I knew their type, hell my former best friend in high school was exactly that type. So, Monday I took him shopping to get some clothes that would really play up how he was all man and I was impressed with the results. He was not.
"Shirt's too tight." He mumbled.
"My ass looks too big in these jeans." He muttered.
"Cowboy boots?" He murmured.
"My bulge is ridiculous" He grunted in disgust. "I'm not wearing a fucking hat, I'm drawing the line."
I smiled. "Yes, yes, yes and yes. Now do your hair in that warrior's knot. Remember this is for Tim."
He glared at me. Glared. "That's the only reason I'm doing it, and you're going to pay for doing this to me."
`Fuck I hope so.' I thought. Yeah, this look wasn't Kevin at all, but man he looked FINE! Those Wrangler jeans were so tight I could see his thigh muscles flex when he walked. His meaty ass stuck out proudly as the stretched fabric supported the weight of his large glutes, further enhanced by the heel of the Justin boots he wore. Even his track honed calves pushed the boot cut jeans to their limits. The western shirt I bought a size too small strained at every seam without a single loose thread. Grey, like his intense, beautiful eyes.
"I'm not a Kicker" he complained. Kicker was the term we used in Texas to describe a country redneck, those guys and girls who were in Future Farmers of America, who were all about farms and pickup trucks and two steppin', huntin', monster truck expo's, tobacco dip in the lip, boots and Wranglers, oversized rodeo belt buckles and everything Country. It was it's own culture here in Texas and was revered above all things.
"No, and I don't want you to be. But you can pretend for one day." And maybe later during...other activities. I thought. You know, as I thought about it, I realized Kevin was the type of guy who could wear anything and look good. It must be his dark, brooding looks.
The plan went better than expected. We got stares and whispers walking through the school. Escorting Tim to a couple of his classes, eating the awful cafeteria food with him at his lunch table which I admitted was just slightly better than an MRE, and running into his group of bullies in the hall. Kevin was in a suitable bad mood about `being dressed up like a clown' so the pissed off look on his face played into the plan perfectly. And so did Roger Kendall when he bounced off Kevin's shoulder thinking he could muscle his way through the three of us without stepping aside. I have no idea what he was thinking trying to shoulder Kevin like that but it backfired spectacularly. Kevin looked like he hadn't even felt it.
"Watch where you're going, asshole." Kevin spat at him. Roger's friends seemed smarter than him and stepped back to avoid a confrontation with the Army soldier and the jacked up kicker. Roger was not so smart.
"You fuckin' watch it." Roger sneered after he regained his balance from nearly falling.
Kevin snorted. "Watch what? Watch you nearly fall on your ass? Let's do that." And Kevin took a step forward.
Roger back stepped and finally his moronic brain took an assessment of what he faced. I could swear he looked ready to shit his pants. I did my best Zeus impression to give him that look that said I could dismember him with hardly any effort at all because he was so far beneath me I almost felt sorry for him. And if he hadn't been such a pest to my little brother I probably would have felt sorry for him. This was the type of guy who had one trick - small town football jock. He wasn't smart, had a shit personality, and was frankly less than average in the looks and body department. I suddenly realized he'd be stuck in this town for the rest of his life. His stupidity, arrogance and meanness would give him few options unless he changed. Oh, he might try to leave home and dive into a bigger pool, but he'd soon find out being the big fish in a small pond got him jack shit out in the real world so he'd come limping back with his tail between his legs to relive his high school days of the local football star and for the rest of his life he would suck on the sour reminder that he wasn't truly anyone special. But fuck him. Killeen, Texas was littered with dumb cow turds like him who never grew past their high school popularity and spent the rest of their lives stuck in the regret that high school was the time when they peaked.
"C'mon, Kevin. This little high school boy isn't worth your time." I said, stressing the word `boy', hoping he felt as insignificant as I thought he was.
"You're right, Tom." Kevin answered. "He's just a dumb jock. They aren't bright enough to walk in anything but a straight line."
Roger's eyes got wide. "You're Kevin and Tom? You're the fa-- uh.. the...uh.."
"The what? Who are you?" I knew exactly who he was, and knew the word he was about to use but couldn't when faced with the reality that we weren't the little fag bitches he thought we were, but I needed to send the message that he was a nobody to us.
"Uh... Roger." He said. God his speech was worse than the village idiot's.
"Hmm. Yeah, don't give a shit. Come on Tim, you have Mrs. Finlayson next, right?"
"Yeah." Tim answered.
And when Kevin went to put his arm around Tim's shoulder and walk away, his now hard muscles ripped his too tight shirt under the arm. It couldn't have gone more perfectly. He'd hardly moved and was busting out of his clothes. Tim wasn't going to have any more problems with Roger or his buddies.
"You know that guy?" I asked Tim, making my voice loud enough for Roger to hear.
Tim caught on quick. "Yeah, I'll tell you all about him when we get home." He said just as loud.
"Uh, Hey Tim!" Roger called as we walked away.
Tim turned his head to look over Kevins big meaty arm. "What?"
"Uh, be cool, man. Let's hang out sometime." I nearly laughed when I saw the desperate look in Roger's eyes. Yeah, Tim wasn't going to have any more problems.
We left Tim after fifth period. I'd had a great time today. The ROTC kids were good kids, and Master Sergeant Rivas' constant scowl kept them well behaved. Do you think they teach that scowl in whatever Sergeant's School they sent them to, or are all Sergeants just in a permanently pissed off mood? I hadn't met a single one yet that hadn't mastered that look. Hell, the man was retired and teaching now, but I guess the Army never leaves you. Or he didn't want to let it go, hard to tell which.
Kevin, however, was still grumbling as we drove home. "Worse than a jock strap." He muttered about the tight Wranglers I made him wear. "My dick's gotta be able to move." I smiled at him and that only darkened the storm clouds in his eyes.
"Babe, you look fucking fine as shit." I told him. "I know you don't like being dressed up like that, but holy fucking cow... I just want to stop at the grocery store to parade you around and watch all the women drop their panties. I don't even care that they wouldn't spare a glance at me. You have no idea how hot you look."
"Don't you fucking dare! You're taking me home and I'm getting out of this garbage as fast as I can. I think these fucking things are buried in my ass. And these boots suck. How do guys wear this shit? And my pits are hanging out now that I've ripped both sleeves. You couldn't buy me a bigger shirt?"
I smiled again. "Well, once you break `em in they're super comfortable. Both the boots and the Wranglers. The shirt? Nah, that was all for me."
He hauled off and slugged me HARD in the arm. Then he reached up and ripped his left sleeve off the rest of the way, then the right, sighing with relief as his arms were finally freed. "Sorry about the shirt." He said sarcastically.
I laughed. "Don't be sorry... that's even hotter." Did I detect a patented Kevin smirk? "But we do need to stop, sorry." I mean, we didn't HAVE to stop but I figured why not? I'd seen a commercial about KY lubricant, for HER, it said, and I was fascinated to try it with Kevin. So far, we'd only ever used spit or hand lotion, which was fine but I thought something really slippery might be exciting. As long as it wasn't greasy like Vaseline... fuck... never again. Not only did it smell, but you literally couldn't wash that shit off you. That one time I had to endure greasybutt all day at school after Kevin railed me was enough. I wondered if gay guys had some secret stuff they used for fucking. They had to. I just had no way to find out, and wasn't sure if I would be brave enough to go where ever they sold it. My mind imagined all sorts of sordid and unsavory places.
So we did stop at the grocery store where they sold the KY FOR HER in the personal hygiene aisle near the condoms. Kevin, usually oblivious to the people around him, finally whispered to me. "What are they staring at? I look stupid. Fuck you, Tom, for doing this to me."
I chuckled. "They're staring because you're the best looking guy they've seen all week. Dude, do you ever look at yourself in a mirror?" I couldn't believe he had no idea. He looked like he walked out of a Chippendales Calendar, his ripped sleeveless cowboy shirt, those painted on jeans, all of it barely held in by cotton fabric that I knew everyone in here would have traded places with in a minute. His shoulders protruded round and full from the jagged holes in his shirt, his biceps and triceps in a war of which were bigger, which wasn't helped by his obvious tension that forced them to flex unconsciously. His big meaty pecs and wide chest pulled the button holes sideways on the buttons that I swear were going to pop off any minute, I actually couldn't believe they had lasted this long. His chest hair showed through the V of the undone top two buttons. And his bulge was ridiculous, I agreed. That was an unintended side effect. God help everyone if he got hard in those jeans, just soft and crushed it was too noticeable. Even the guys were lingering a bit too long with their looks. I caught two gawking at Kevin's ass bouncing as he strutted down the aisle. That's the thing about cowboy boots. If you had a naturally long stride, like Kevin, they made your ass move. And somehow joining the track team at MIT gave him that same walk every fit jock possessed. It was a sauntering ride on a precisely measured pace. Short steps were on the balls of the foot. Long steps heel to toe. His ass bounced regardless. Our checkout girl flirted with him shamelessly, smiling brightly at our purchase of the lubricant, probably thinking there was some lucky girl who was going to ride this cowboy and I saw her wink at him. I knew that signal. It screamed `I put out, come find out'. All of this amused me to no end, but the best part was how oblivious he was and still in his own little gear turning world in his head thinking just the opposite.
When we got home I didn't even have the door closed before Kevin threw me up against the wall.
"If I didn't love you I'd kick your ass!" He grunted.
I grinned.
"Oh good, you boys are home. How'd it go at school?" Mom asked from the kitchen around the corner.
"We're not done, mommy saved you for now." He whispered the threat. "Fine Mrs. Harris. It was good to see my old teachers, and hanging out with Tim was great." He called to her in a perfectly normal, happy voice. He released me physically, but held me with his storm cloud filled eyes. I felt my dick swell. God, the things he did to me. I was a trained soldier, commanded a Platoon of some of the toughest guys I'd ever met, was willing to rush into battle and kill for my country, but Kevin made me feel like a soft little puppy.
"That's good. I'm glad you're back, I need to run to the grocery store, I forgot the beans." Kevin allowed me to slide past him, turning his glare to follow me as I went to the kitchen to give mom and hug and a kiss. "We were just there, I wish I'd known. But we can go back." I heard Kevin growl behind me.
"No sweetheart, you've been out all day. Relax, go change." She said, turning around from the counter and smiling. "You look so much like your father in his uniform, Tom." Her eyes glistened a bit. "Kevin, what happened to your shirt?" She asked.
"It ripped. Tom didn't buy the right size." He muttered.
Mom looked at me and I grinned. Mom wasn't stupid. "You look very rugged and handsome." She said. "I'll be back. I'll probably be gone an hour, but if Tim gets home before I do make sure he gets his homework done before any TV."
"I will Mom." She walked out through the garage and as soon as she left Kevin punched me in the chest. And not lightly. I staggered back on one foot.
"Oh, is the little soldier hurt?" He mocked me.
"No. If that's all you got I don't have to worry about getting hurt." I goaded him. I think I only got to the word `worry' before he slung me over his shoulder and ran up the stairs carrying me to my room.
"You want to play games?" He said roughly. He threw me on the bed and in the same motion grabbed my ankles, tore off my dress shoes, smearing their shine with his greasy paws, but I didn't care. Then he flipped me on my stomach, grabbed me by the belt and pulled me so I was hanging off the bed, bent over. Then he laid into me with a huge whack of his hand and my ass stung like fire.
"Oh shit! Fuck that hurt!" I yelled at him.
"I thought the little soldier boy wasn't worried about getting hurt? Shut the fuck up and take your punishment." I swear he whacked me harder the second time. "Stay there, don't you fucking move an inch." He commanded in a throaty growl. I didn't move while I heard him run downstairs then back up. He returned with my cover that I'd removed from my head after entering and put on the breakfast bar. He threw it at me. "Put it on." He ordered in a commanding voice that sent thrills running through my entire body, centering on my ass.
I wasn't going to argue with him about wearing your cover indoors, I just did as he told me.
He flipped me back over onto my back and snatched at my belt, undoing it and unbuttoning my trousers. Then he violently flipped me back onto my stomach and yanked them and my underwear down my ass. He didn't care that my now hard dick was twisted painfully before it sprung free. He gave me two more hard swats which made me break into a sudden sweat and scream. Except for jumping when his hand made contact, I still hadn't moved.
"Have you learned your lesson?" He grunted.
I hesitated. I was caught between not wanting another smack and wanting him to tear loose on my ass.
"That's a no." And he hit me again. You'd think it would go numb, but it hurt worse with every smack.
Then I felt something cold on the crack of my ass just before his fingers roughly slid in between my cheeks to rub my asshole. I thought he would put a finger or two inside me but then his hand disappeared and then a couple moments later I felt his huge thick cock forcing itself into me.
"Oh fuck...shit!" I cried as I felt the familiar burn of being torn open all at once.
"Yeah, you fucking love that dick don't you soldier?" He hadn't even paused for me to get used to the girth.
"I fucking love it." And I did. The pain was incredible, and I was so turned on.
He smacked me on my head, knocking my cover off. "Put your hat back on, Private."
Oh shit, I loved this Kevin. I scrambled to re-cover while he thrust into me hard and deep. I wasn't going to tell him it wasn't called a hat.
"That's one." He said, not breaking stride but letting out a groaning grunt. And I knew he'd shot his first load. He picked up steam and started really laying into me, then unexpectedly he fucked me up onto the bed using long lifting strokes, his cock and hips doing all the work to move my entire body a few inches at a time. I swear to God he was stretching my hole in ways I'd never felt before.
"Fuck yes, make it hurt, babe. Fuck my cunt." For that, I got another smack, knocking my cover off AGAIN. "Put your fucking hat back on!" He growled. "Walking around all day like that with everyone drooling over your fine ass. You think I didn't see how they were loving looking at you in your tight uniform that shows you off? The way that girl at the grocery store looked at you with stars in her eyes? You fucking tease! That's two." And he filled me up again, forcing more of his cum deep up my ass.
He pulled out briefly to flip me on my back before shoving in to the balls in one plunge.
I grunted. "You, they were staring at you like that, Kev. Even the girl."
"Bullshit. They all wanted you, the hot American soldier in his hot uniform and a look on his face that said he could kill them with his bare hands. The way you walk, like you're stalking prey, all smooth and deadly, just oozing sex." He punctuated his words with hard thrusts, changing the angle repeatedly and intended to hit me everywhere inside. I felt the cum boil up from my balls and knew I was going to shoot all over my Class A's. I couldn't care, I didn't want him to stop. He hadn't undressed and seeing him plowing into me with that sleeveless cowboy shirt, the angry look in his eyes that still couldn't hide his love for me, his muscles flexing with his exertion, his beautiful hair swaying with every thrust. "You strutted around like the King of Killeen and they all worshipped you. But you're mine, you hear that?" And he smacked me again. "PUT YOUR FUCKING HAT BACK ON!" He yelled. This time I just held onto it, pinning it into my head. Being manhandled by him was the biggest turn on. His authority and control sent me over the edge and I sprayed cum up between us. "Fuck me, don't stop!" I grunted in the throes of ecstasy.
"I don't stop until I'm done, soldier. That's three."
I couldn't believe he could shoot without any outward show, but the evidence was running down my ass with every thrust. He just continued to fuck into me, and I came twice more. He'd come five times and we were a mess. I lost count of how many times I got a smack on the face and my left ear was ringing. I was a mess of all the cum I shot, which he'd smeared on my face. I don't know how many times I screamed at him to fill me with his hot nut, hoping he'd just pump it all deeper and deeper as he added more. He was an absolute animal and I loved it. I missed this Kevin. And he knew the more violently he fucked me the more it sent me into the stratosphere. And now, he was trying for a sixth, that hard to reach last ejaculation. He began really punishing my hole with hard jabs and extra deep thrusts while I lay there limp and receptive to anything he wanted to do. He was grunting with every plunge of his fat dick. We were both sweating and I made sure to keep one hand on my cover while the other grasped the back of his neck during his domination of my mouth with his tongue.
"Oh fuck, here it comes. I'm going to shoot my load in your hot straight man Army ass, Private. You want my load?" He growled
"Fuck yes, fuck it into me deep, Sir! Please cum in me again!" I begged. Somewhere along the way he'd removed one leg from my trousers and I was spread wide open for him like a Thanksgiving turkey, I'm sure at this point my ass looked like the open cavity ready to get filled with stuffing.
"That's right, Private. This hole is for MY dick, MY cum. You can fuck your friend Addison or Zeus with your dick, but this belongs to ME, you got that? No one touches this except me. No tongue, no finger, no dick gets near this perfect, hot Army ass."
"It's yours, Sir." I gasped. He was so deep in me, I was so sore but it felt amazing. That was a promise I easily made. No one could do to me what Kevin did in his various moods. I had it all with him.
He began a series of long, low grunts. "Ah fuck! Oh fuck! Take it!" And I knew he finally reached his sixth. He kissed me roughly. "I love you, I don't want to share you." He moaned while he spewed out whatever nutjuice was left into my destroyed hole. He finally stopped moving and lay on top of me, panting. "Fuck, you're amazing." He said into my ear. "You just don't care what I do to you, do you? You'll take anything I do to you."
I kissed his neck. "Anything, babe. You know you won't break me. I love it all, but only when you're the one doing it. It wasn't just sex talk in the heat of the moment. You're the only one I want in my ass."
He took a deep breath. "Mmmmmm, I like that. I love knowing my dick's the only one that does it for you. You make me feel like a man, babe. Like a big, strong, real man."
I chuckled. There it was again, one of the things I loved about him, that he didn't see himself the way everyone else did. "You ARE a big, strong, real man, Kev."
"Sorry about your uniform. Do you really think I look good like this?" He asked.
"Yeah, bud. You look really good, people couldn't stop staring at you. Don't worry about the uniform, I'll wash and iron it tonight." I answered.
He nuzzled my neck. "I don't care what anyone else thinks, Tom. I only care what you think." He licked my cheek. "Oh wow, you taste like your cum. That's so hot." He bathed my face with his tongue, trying to lick off all the now dried jizz he'd smeared on me during his brutal pounding fuck. His warm wet tongue felt incredible.
"Wow, you guys didn't even get undressed." We heard Tim's voice from across my room.
"Bro, you have to start knocking!" I told him.
"I did. You were too busy getting the stuffing fucked out of you and begging for another load. You guys are animals, you know that?" Tim observed.
Kevin rolled off me, pulling out. I was surprised that his dick was still mostly hard. I felt some of his cum dribble out of me because it was difficult to pull my asshole closed right away.
I pulled my trousers off my other leg and unbuttoned my coat. At some point one of the pins had come off my ribbon rack. I'd have to find it, it was probably in my coat somewhere or in the bed now.
"You try fitting that big cock up your ass." I told my little brother. "You either embrace the pain and go wild, or you cry your eyes out."
"No thanks." Tim said. "I think it would kill me."
I shook my head. "Was there something you actually needed or were you just here to watch us fuck?"
Tim smiled. "Mom said dinner would be ready in a half hour. But then I wanted to watch. You should see the way his dick stretches out your hole, man. I can't believe you take it like that."
I sighed. It wasn't really something I wanted my little brother to see, but there was no going back now. Kevin just lay there with his smirk.
"Don't look at me, I didn't know he was there either." He said. "Come on, we need to get cleaned up. He stripped off the shirt and threw it on the floor, standing there with a bare muscled chest, his Wranglers unbuttoned but his dick and balls stuffed back into his underwear that sacked out the open zipper obscenely.
"And I wanted to say thank you." Tim continued. I noticed his eyes roaming over Kevin's body. "Roger was actually nice to me after you left. You guys were the talk of the school."
"Good." I said. "That was the goal. If Carol was still here we'd have brought her too and she would have given them more to talk about by hanging all over you."
"Let's go shower, babe." Kevin said. "I'm hungry, and whatever your mom's cooking smells really good." He stretched and I couldn't help but stare at his incredible body. Yeah, he was the only one for me. I pulled everything off my uniform so I could get it in the sink with cold water and some detergent. My cum was smeared all over. As long as it hadn't dried I could get the evidence out.
The rest of the week went by too fast and before we knew it Thursday night came. I was torn between not wanting to leave Kevin and wanting to see my Bravo brothers again. But there was no guarantee my brothers and I would get the same duty station.
"Kev, they might put me on a flight tomorrow. I get my orders." I told him in a soft voice with my head on his chest laying in my bed.
He took a deep breath. "Really?"
"Yeah." I said. He didn't speak. I knew he was crunching thoughts in his head. We lay like that for a few minutes. I loved listening to him breathe, watching his chest and stomach rise and fall.
"I guess we have to get back to real life, huh? It was nice to have this week though." He seemed a little distant.
I tried to be optimistic. "I get leave. We can figure out how to see each other. Hey, you need to give me a way to reach you by phone at MIT. I don't know where I'll be, but as soon as I get there I'll leave you a way to reach me. When I get my orders tomorrow I have to let my mom and Tim know where I'm going. I should be able to call you too. Are you going to stay here, or go spend your last couple days with your family?"
"I kind of want to stay here, but my flight leaves Saturday anyway. I don't know Tom." He sighed. "I've got too much going on in my head. It's hard to decide."
"You know mom would love it if you were here. It will make it easier on her if both of us weren't gone at the same time." I pointed out. I didn't have to make any decisions like Kevin, that was how the Army worked. You went where they told you, when they told you to be there.
"Mmmm". He hummed. He was still trying to decide.
"Kev, look... we should talk about how this is going to work, okay?" I moved up off his chest and sat with my back against my headboard. This was the hard part, and I felt a preemptive twinge in my heart with what I had to say. "I'm going to be busy with getting up to speed in whatever new job they put me in. It might be six months or more before I can get away. We won't see each other much the next year. You're going to be busy with school, but let's try to talk every week even if it's just a few minutes, okay?"
His eyes refused to look at me. "Okay." The reality was settling in.
I continued. "Kev, you're beautiful." I started. "I know you don't see it, but you are, inside and out. You're going to get a lot of attention and..."
"Tom--" he interrupted
"No, Kev, let me finish, please." I took a deep breath. "It's okay if you need to... you know... ". I didn't want him to, but it would be unfair of me to expect him to be completely faithful to a man he almost never saw and it would be a couple years before we could even live in the same city. Add to that the fact we were men who sometimes thought with our dicks more than our other head. Just because I had no desire or need to have anyone but him didn't mean he would feel the same way. It was not going to be too hard for me to keep it in my pants. There wasn't going to be anywhere near the opportunities for me to fuck around as he would have. During training was one thing, but general fraternization was frowned upon if it wasn't outright prohibited. And after Carol, and Kevin, I already knew sex with any other woman or man would be a disappointment. But Kevin could have just about anyone he wanted, and after what I saw at the grocery store I knew there would be plenty of men and women throwing themselves at him. His entire gay experience was limited to me, and there was a big wide gay world out there that he would want to jump into. If he hadn't already, he was going to meet other gay people. All it would take was for Kevin to be caught in a lonely moment, or horny, or frustrated with being separated from me, or just tired of waiting and being good. There was also the possibility there would be someone he found he couldn't resist. Kevin being gay meant he would find at least a few other men attractive and desirable. I didn't have that problem. No one I looked at flipped my dick switch anymore.
"That's bullshit, Tom. You're the only one I want. And you better not be saying you want to fuck around with your Army buddies." He growled in barely controlled anger. He still wouldn't look at me, and his eyes were darting left and right.
"No Kev. I can promise you now that won't happen. I know you don't get how it is for me, but nothing except the connection I have with you does anything for me. Even with Sleeper I was just doing it for him, and now that he has Zeus I don't need to do that anymore. Plus, we're together again and just the thought of having sex with someone else doesn't make me feel good." I tried to explain. "Let's just be honest with each other. Don't hide it from me if it happens. I won't get mad, okay?"
"Whatever. Fine. But nothing is going to happen." He said. "I don't want to talk about this. It sucks bad enough you have to leave." He crossed his arms and his eyes turned dark and stormy. I saw tears start in them. "You're doing it again. You're letting me go and you promised you wouldn't."
"Babe, I'm not letting you go. I never want to let you go again." I moved back down and pulled him tight to me. "You're so hot and you don't understand now. But I know you will." Maybe I wasn't being fair to him and maybe I saw too many hurdles we had to leap over. Fuck, I didn't know anymore what I was doing. This was what I hoped to avoid when I left for the Army but was it the right thing to do? He wasn't wrong. I switched my mind over to how I felt five nights ago when he snuck into my room. Fuck! I was being an idiot again, and I swore to myself I wouldn't. Why did the thought of being apart from him make me start putting up walls? Why was that my knee jerk reaction and why was it so sneaky and automatic that I didn't know I was doing it?
"Kev, I'm sorry. You're right. I was doing it again and I don't know why. I don't want to hurt you again. I don't want to hurt me, or us again. You're right, it's bullshit. It means I don't trust you to love me as much as I love you and you haven't given me any reason to think that." I sighed. "I don't know why I do that. I'm scared, Kev. I'm scared you'll find someone better, or even maybe something easier to deal with than my difficult life. We'll have to hide who we are and what we do. I'm scared that you'll decide you'll be happier being open and out as a proud gay guy."
"Maybe I'm scared too. Did you think of that? I've got another two and a half years of boring school before I even think of starting my life while you'll be out there doing exciting Army stuff, meeting tons of hot sexy soldiers like Addison and Zeus. You're going to change, I just know it. You may not even want me in two years. You might decide that it's just too much trouble to be with your gay boyfriend when you aren't even gay and don't have to be. You can find a girlfriend or a wife anytime you smile your handsome face at them." And now he was crying. "I don't need to be open and out, I don't even want that. I don't really even want people to know I'm gay. I didn't want to be the gay poster boy in high school. Everyone at university thinks I'm straight and that's the way I like it. So fuck you, Tom, you don't get to decide for me just because you can't handle this. You don't get to be in charge. I'm not in your Platoon." He got up out of bed.
"Where are you going?" I asked, startled.
"Home. Maybe we've got a lot more to think about than I thought." He said, pulling on his underwear calmly. And that's what frightened me. He wasn't angry, he was calm, like he'd made a decision and had accepted something I didn't know about.
"Kev, don't, please?"
He grabbed his backpack and slung it over his shoulder, then came over to me, bent down, and gave me a real kiss that took me to that place, his eyes still wet but no more tears fell. "I love you Tom. Figure your shit out. I'll be waiting. I'm willing to go the distance. You're worth it. I hope you think I am too."
BRAVO PLATOON
Graduation from training was anti climatic. Ordinarily (like with Basic and the original AIT) they'd feel like they'd crossed a finish line and were ready to embark on their new career as an Army soldier. Usually, the Army loved their ceremony, their rites of passage and made a big deal out of the entire process. This graduation was quiet with a closed group, just the Company and their direct superiors. Plus, they hadn't yet been told what their next move would be. Almost every one of them had received awards and COA's
They'd made it back to base Wednesday. Since then, until graduation today, their duty had been busy work. As holdovers they helped all over the base with everything from maintenance to mess duty. The restrictions they had under training were still in effect, wake up at 4:30, PT, breakfast, duty during the day, barracks free time starting at 1800, then lights out and bed check at 2130. None of them could figure out what they were waiting for, and Sleeper checked with Lamont of the Charlies but they hadn't gotten any word either. The Alphas and the Deltas hadn't returned from graduation. Sleeper wasn't authorized to call Assmunch to find out if he knew anything, but he probably hadn't. He was reporting to Ft. Hood today to get his orders.
"Platoon, fall in!" Sarge called before he'd even made it through the door. Troll yelled down the hallway to notify the others who weren't in the bay. No one kept Sarge waiting this time, and they were all formed up in 20 seconds.
"At 0800 tomorrow you'll all report to the Lieutenant for your formal orders and paperwork, but I've been authorized to tell you that Bravo Platoon will undergo Airborne training at Ft. Benning, Ga. Pack out, you'll be leaving tomorrow as soon as you get your orders. If you haven't returned your issued gear to the Quartermaster, do so today before 1700 hours. Questions?"
Sleeper jumped in before anyone else. "Will Private Harris join us there, Sarge?"
"Did I stutter, Private? I am very sure I said Bravo Platoon." Sarge irritably replied. "Private Gunnerson and yourself are tasked with transport of Private Harris's gear and personal effects to your new duty station." That was no big deal. Everything they had fit into a single large duffel and a backpack.
"Sarge, are we ever going to know why we were chosen for this training?" Bootlicker asked.
"Need to know, Private. And I don't need to know, which means you don't need to know. Be glad the Army saw fit to provide you with additional training. I think it's because you're all a bunch of maggot fuck ups the Army didn't trust to let loose on the world. And apparently you're all STILL fuck ups because they are sending you for MORE training. If you embarrass me and boot out of Airborne, I will personally hunt your sorry ass down and chop off your balls. If there aren't any more stupid questions, get to it grunts. And you had better erase any sign of your presence from my barracks before you go. ANY AND ALL." He stressed. "It's tradition to leave your Sergeants with a parting gift. I'm sure you will think of something laying around that might be suitable. Something you've stashed away for a rainy day, perhaps. Dismissed." With that, he turned and exited the barracks.
They all scrambled to gather what had to be returned to the Quartermaster, talking excitedly about Airborne training with relief at being able to go through it together. It was definitely strange though. But Sleeper was convinced the Army intended them to become Army Rangers as a unit.
Just before bed check, Sleeper and Bootlicker brought a bin filled all the leftover alcohol stash to the Duty Sergeant's desk.
"Sergeant, while cleaning the barracks we found this contraband in the storage room behind some crates." Sleeper said, putting the bin next to the desk.
"Well, I wonder who left it there so carelessly, Private."
"I can take a guess, Sergeant, but it's not my place to speculate." Sleeper chose a half truth being unwilling to directly lie to the Sergeant. "We just thought you might know of a good way to dispose of it. We'd take it to the dumpster ourselves but it's too close to bed check. Unless you'd like us to?" Sleeper said.
"No, I'll take care of it. Can't have you breaking the rules, can we?"
"No Sergeant, we wouldn't want to miss bed check."
"Do we know anything for sure?" Major Apone asked.
"No Sir. None of the soldiers have reported any incidents or concerns." First Sergeant Barrow replied. Barrow worked directly for the 172nd Infantry Brigade and did not report to Major Apone, but his duties meant any administrative issues like behavioral problems went to his desk. Except for a few instances that were normal run of the mill young soldier problems, none of the four Platoons had any issues.
Major Apone looked at Sergeants Horvath and Walters. "So Platoon Bravo and Platoon Charlie, in six months, have had no instances of homosexual conduct despite complete restriction from liberty and being quartered together? I find that hard to believe. The background checks the Army conducted before selecting these troops indicated there would be at least some difficulties. Each of those Platoons has five homosexuals or potential homosexual soldiers. And I'm supposed to believe no one got their dick wet?"
Horvath shrugged. "I don't know what to tell you Sir. Even without a Duty Sergeant present there was nothing but the normal behavior of a 19 year old. We allowed them to have alcohol as directed, and parties every Saturday. Nothing got out of hand, it was all just your basic juvenile games. I've seen worse at some of the get togethers I've been to over the years. These boys seem intent on becoming good soldiers."
"Well, phase one is over. I'm no longer driving the bus. The Army wants them to mix with the other troops now. Maybe they'll fuck up." Apone said. "Sergeant Walters, Sergeant Horvath, you're both on standby for temporary duty if these Platoons complete Airborne training successfully. You'll be joining them at Ranger School. I fully expect a few failures."
"Sir, what's the purpose here?" Sergeant Walters asked. "What are we supposed to be looking for?"
Major Apone sighed. "A breakdown in command, morale, unit cohesion, any problems caused by homosexual troops. Squads and Platoons are tight knit units and the test study wanted to limit potential damage during phase one. This comes straight from the top, from the Pentagon. All this talk of homosexuals serving in the military makes us all nervous. There's similar test cases being run for women in combat roles. The Gulf War showed it's impossible to keep women away from combat danger even if they don't participate in combat roles. Off the record, we're having more problems integrating women than we seem to be having with homosexuals. And that's purely for two reasons: One - the men don't think the women can do the heavy lifting and pull their weight like a man, and Two - fraternization among the troops."
"Sir, there's never been a duty performance issue with those troops, women or homosexuals. It's been known since WWII that homosexuals and women have served honorably, sometimes with distinction." Sergeant Horvath pointed out. He'd already reasoned out why the training Sergeants hadn't been informed of the purpose for having the four Platoons here at Grafenwohr. The Army didn't want their test group tainted by either favoritism or hardship. But he and Walters wouldn't have any authority past this point. "Does the Army intend to keep these troops together?"
"For now. The Airborne and Ranger courses are individual training, not unit training. They'll go through the training at the same time, but will be on their own for performance evaluation." Major Apone stated. "And as far as Airborne and Ranger School are concerned, Bravo and Charlie Platoons are troops specially chosen for the honor of undergoing Ranger training. They will be tested exactly the same as all the other soldiers. But you will be watching for any breakdowns. They will know you're there, and you will be who they'll want to come to first with any problems, or guidance. Only Col. Ulrich of the Airborne and Ranger Training Brigade will have any knowledge of this test group. He is under orders to keep the special nature of these troops quiet. As will you. Not even the Black Hats will know. None of the Instructors will know. You will report to him directly and only to him."
"Understood, Sir." Sergeant Walters acknowledged. Alpha and Delta Platoons had probably been selected for a different path. Walters was suddenly glad he and Horvath hadn't taken it easy on their boys. They were more than ready to excel.