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Sunday
Watching the clock was never good but we'd agreed on 10 a.m. so that's when I would call. 0958. The phone in the day room went through the base switchboard and I didn't feel comfortable talking with Kevin on a line that might be monitored. It probably wasn't, but it could be. Possibility vs. Probability. I wasn't paranoid, that was a known possibility on a military base. That's something you learn when you grow up as a military brat. I chuckled at the sudden thought that Dad might have told us that when we were kids so we'd behave and not play around on the house phone. It seemed more likely that the military would potentially monitor office phones than base housing. The feeling that I couldn't call my dad to ask if it was all made up still hit me hard. We could have a laugh about it, or he'd say go ask your Sergeant. They love questions like that'. And I'd say That only worked once Dad. God, Sergeant Keegan ripped me a new one.' Yeah, my own Dad pranked me in Basic. Took me a couple days to stop being mad and see it for the joke it was but man was I pissed at him. I think it was his way of telling me to maybe relax a little, that being super recruit, super serious, follow all the rules Soldier was going to cause me problems.
I still wasn't going to take the chance with the barracks phone and besides, there were just too many soldiers hanging around to have a relaxed conversation. So I stood outside the closed bowling alley at a BellSouth payphone rotating Mom's Sprint Long Distance calling card in my hand counting down the minutes. The late January morning was cold and gray with an unwelcome gusting breeze that seemed to go through me standing out in the open. At 30 seconds to 10 I started punching in numbers.
"Building 24 Engineering Lab, please." I directed the young sounding guy who picked up.
"Just a sec." He replied. There was a click, and phone ringing.
Kevin picked up right away. "Four seconds late." He said, not even saying hello. Awfully brave of him to assume it was me calling and not some professor.
"Bite me. There's a lot of numbers to punch in, asshole." I countered.
"Hey, four seconds is a lifetime in Engineering. Probably even longer jumping out of a plane." I imagined that smirk of his I loved as he said it.
"I miss you." I said.
I heard him sigh over the phone. "I always miss you. Your leave wasn't enough time after a year and a half."
We both let the heartfelt silence hang for a few seconds. There was no accusation in his statement, nothing to be said that we hadn't said already. In those seconds was a recognition that our time together for the next couple years would be short, bittersweet, and never enough.
"So anything exciting happen this week?" I asked trying to avoid thinking about how we'd hardly ever see each other.
He chuckled. "Nothing compared to you probably, but we're having to make up for the lost week because of the storm, which means a ton of homework and reading. I got my student account for the mainframe, so that's cool. We have to use this FORTRAN program for my Structural Principles class. And we have an email address at the school. Do you have electronic mail? You could send me letters."
"Like letters in the computer? And the rest of that sounded like you made up a bunch of words."
He laughed. "It's real words, dude. Yes, email is in the computer. Right now it's mostly government and universities, but you need a mailbox on a mainframe and a way to log in." He explained.
"I can't see the Army ever letting us on some sensitive military mainframe. At my old unit we had a personal computer in the command offices we could get permission to use if we needed to write something up but there was no access to a mainframe."
"Well that sucks. This summer I'm going to take a Computers for Engineering course. It's all going to be computers pretty soon."
I admit I was a little jealous for the first time. It wasn't that I was interested in computers like my jock nerd boyfriend, it was just that he was seeing the world on the cutting edge of technology while I was learning skills that had hardly changed since WWII. Wanker and Weeble had more experience with technology than I would probably ever see. I wouldn't trade being Infantry for the world, but it would be nice to learn some other stuff too.
"How are you doing in Track?" I wondered.
I could almost see him shrug. "You know, workout, train, run. My time in the hundred is better. And my vertical increased by two inches. I should do really well at Winter Nationals in March."
I smiled. "You'll be great, man. I wish I could see it."
"Me too. So what about you?" He asked. "You finally jumping out of a plane this week?"
"Yep. I'm sure it'll be intense, but I'm ready."
"Are you nervous? I'd be pissing my pants." He said. I doubted that, Kevin didn't have a problem in the self confidence department.
"A little, but not because of the jump. I'm really excited about that part. I just want to do it right. I actually can't wait to step out that door." I explained.
I heard him laugh again. "Better you than me, babe. I wish I could be there to watch you and your buddies do it. See my totally fine Army boyfriend float down and land."
It was my turn to laugh. "Float. I wish it was floating. You hit pretty hard. They showed us a video tape in class one day of all these landings. It's not like the movies. Imagine jumping off the roof of your house. Sometimes you get lucky and you're into the wind, if there's wind, and the right amount. Then you just touch down. We're still supposed to collapse and roll though. But most of the time it's not gentle at all."
"Well shit. Don't break anything." Then he asked the same thing he'd asked the last two times I called. "Any idea when you can get leave?"
I felt a little bad. It wasn't that I didn't think about Kevin. It was just there wasn't a lot of time to daydream about when I could see him next. I'd already done the math in my head and the soonest I could figure would be a couple months minimum. I saw two possibilities - One, after Jump School I got a permanent duty assignment somewhere and would have to put in some time before I was permitted any leave. And second, they would send us on to Ranger School which was sixty one days, then I would receive a permanent duty assignment, have to wait, then submit my request. I had plenty of leave accumulated, but depending on my unit and duty I may not be able to take it when I wanted. "I'm not sure. I'll let you know next week after I finish here what the possibilities are."
He didn't reply right away. That brain of his. Kevin was the only person I knew who crunched stuff in his head ALL the time. So I waited. When ten seconds went by in silence, I knew this wasn't the usual gear turning. He had something important on his mind. Just sitting silent on the phone knowing he was on the other end felt good, like we were connected and closer than six states apart. Or was it seven?
"I know it's only been a couple weeks, Tom. But I really miss you bad sometimes. And I don't want to act like some lovesick girl, but I feel like some lovesick girl. Most of me knows and understands you have to do this, and focus on your training, and everything is up in the air right now, but I can't help the other part of me that just wants to be with you. And I don't want to drop everything here even if I had the money to travel. It's just hard, you know?"
I closed my eyes and leaned against the payphone enclosure. "Yeah. Mostly I try not to think about it, baby. And it sucks that we just got back together and then separated again. I'm not finished with you, Kevin. I don't think I ever will be. So I don't think about it so it won't hurt so much not being able to hold you. And now that Sleeper and Zeus are a thing, I wish all the time that you could be here with me, doing all this by my side like they get to do. We'd have so much fun."
"I think of that sometimes too - what it would be like if you went to school here, we could go on dates, do homework or read together. God that sounds so stupid, but we could do anything...just do it together."
I smiled. "That doesn't sound stupid at all. It sounds sweet, and romantic. And exactly what I would like - watching you do my homework and watching you read."
That made him laugh, and it sent a jolt of happiness through me. "God, you'd owe me so many blowjobs, I'd make sure you were so deep in blowjob debt you couldn't ever leave me." He joked.
And that made ME laugh. "News flash hot stuff...You're not getting rid of me. One of us is always going to owe the other blowjobs. I think you still owe me three."
"Three? How'd I rack up three? I think it's you who owes me two."
"Hmmm..." I mused. "I'm not sure, I just know it's three for me."
"You just made that up." He accused.
"Well now it's four."
"Four? How is this debt blowjob system going to work if you just throw another one on the pile whenever you want? That's no system of fair trade."
"Well, the exchange rate is pretty favorable for you. If you want to exchange your blowjobs for fucking me, I'll cancel two blowjobs for every fuck."
"Hmmmm...". He mocked me. I know he was mocking me. "Do multiple orgasms count as a single fuck? Or is it just one fuck per orgasm, because that doesn't sound like a good trade at all for you. And what's the conversion rate for me?"
"You just worry about paying off your debt. You're up to six now. And no, you don't get to count a fuck for every time you shoot a load in me. If your thick sexy cock doesn't leave my ass, that counts as a single fuck no matter how many times you cum." I thought I was doing pretty good making this up as I went. Well, it may have been completely made up on the spot, but I was liking the possibilities.
"Fuck Tom, you have my dick leaking. I'm gonna wreck your tight grunt hole then next time I see you. The first one's going to be rough, just like you like it. I mean, really rough. I have a lot of pent up frustration to take out on your hot ass." His voice had lowered to a sexy, throaty growl that had my entire body flushing with heat.
"Fuck yeah." I said. "My dick is so hard right now babe. I want you to make it hurt so good." God, I hadn't cum in two weeks and I could pop so easy right now.
"Yeah?" He said with just the right amount of cocky brutality, a derisive sneer in his voice. "You gonna beg for it? Smack you around a little bit before I jam it up your ass to make you scream like a little bitch? Huh? Is that what my little soldier wants?"
"Yes sir. This Private needs to know his place, sir. Jam your hot cock all the way in balls deep." This Kevin turned me on like crazy. He was so quiet and passive ordinarily, but became a dominant and dirty rutting beast sexually. It was such a turn on knowing I brought it out in him and that he loved it as much as I did and that his usual laid back relaxed personality could change so drastically into this dangerous animal.
His answering growl sounded like a mix between a lion's purr and a dog's warning, long, low and filled with violent potential. I felt a thrilling jolt go straight to my dick and my shitter twitched. That sound made me want to get on my hands and knees and pull my sweats down to my thighs for him right then. Fucking hell.
"I'm gonna pin you down and rail you so deep and hard your dick will squirt every time I fuck into you. I might have to tie you up while I use your hole so you can't move or touch yourself. I'll just bite down on your neck to keep you still.
Fuck... I was on the verge of shooting in my pants. "I'll do whatever you want, sir." I said, taking shorter and shorter breaths.
He chuckled. "Sounds like the little straight soldier boy is gonna cum in his pants. Do i need to smack you? You can't control yourself? Just the thought of my hard throbbing meat wrecking your sweet hungry cunt makes you want to shoot? Maybe I need to yank and twist your nutsack before I smack you in your handsome face?
"Fuck, Kev...Kev...shit...". I barely yanked the front of my sweats down as my cock, with a fucking mind of its own, started spewing jizz all over the sidewalk. I didn't even touch it. Fucking spurt after spurt in regular continuous jets like some cum dispenser filling jizz bottles at the hot nut factory in Ballcream, New Jersey. Goddamn. I was hoarsely grunting `I love you, I love you, you beautiful fucker, I love you so much. Goddammit Kevin talking dirty to me always made me pop way too quick. My problem was probably because I never jacked off. If I got hard, I was never far away from my first load. Especially with Kevin, or used to be the same way with Carol. The upside to that was my reload time was fast as well.
"Yeah, fuck, I'm gonna cum too. Oh fuck....Jesus I want to fuck it into you so bad." He was grunting and gasping over the phone right behind me.
I flicked my dick with a shake to get the last drops of cum off before quickly pulling the waistband of my sweats back up. "I love it when you call me soldier boy." I confessed in between deep breaths. Something about how he said it with both admiration and belittlement made my insides go all weak and fluttery. I was HIS soldier boy and belonging to him was a special type of thrill, but what escalated it into the realm of sexual heat was how he claimed me as his soldier boy because it turned him on. Like I was his favorite toy to play with. Holy shit he flipped my dick switch like no one else. "I'm coming to see you as soon as I can, baby."
"I can't wait, babe." He replied. "I love you, Tom. I can't wait to kiss you again." He said softly. He said the word `kiss' just like he kissed me. Like The Kiss.
That almost unmanned me into a weepy mess. His beautiful lips. There were so many things about him that I couldn't put into any order of importance. His strong masculine jaw. His grey flannel eyes. His soft sensuous lips. His incredible long thick hair. That fucking comfortable meaty thick powerful body that was transformed into an athletic masterpiece that would take Michaelangelo to do it justice. Then there was his love for me. How he always made me feel like I was the center of his universe. His strength now both physical and emotional. With him behind me everything felt so easy. Life ahead was going to be so amazing with him. I felt everything inside me settle into a quiescent calm, like I had found an indisputable truth of self. This was it...this was not some place he took me when he pulled me in with his eyes, or his kiss, I didn't have to go anywhere inside, didn't need the place where there was no me to feel it. It was so easy, I just needed to open myself and accept that I was his. The distinction may seem minor, even irrelevant but at the bedrock foundation of my soul I would never be `ME' without him. I suddenly saw us with a clarity that made my heart beat with joy and relief. Fuck, it was a brutal shock to realize my heart was so relieved that I finally connected the right dots in my traitorous head and now they were on the same page. What the fuck was I thinking the last 2 years? Oh God, I would never forgive my brain for that betrayal. I could have loved this beautiful man like he deserved since the day I met him. I could have saved him the pain and heartbreak I'd so cruelly caused both him and myself. My fucking brain was so shitty and selfish.
"Tom?" Kevin asked, uncertainty filling his words. "You still there?"
I didn't realize I had been quiet so long. "Yeah. I just realized how much you mean to me, and how much time I wasted." I said with a shaky voice. "You're everything Kevin. I'll spend the rest of my life showing you. I promise. I love you. I want every Kiss you have."
WEEBLE
The guy at the gym kept looking at him, which was fine and all, because the guy was pretty good looking, but Weeble was going to stick to his decision not to mess around with guys on post. And that time in the snow shelter in Germany, he wanted to head behind the curtain so bad but he couldn't bring himself to do it. If he lost the respect of the Bravos he'd do whatever it took to get himself booted. There was just going to have to be a different set of rules for him than there was for others like Wanker or Puta.
Besides, he didn't know the guy. He couldn't take the chance. Weeble focused on the rest of his workout and chose to mostly ignore the looks he was getting from the guy.
As he was walking out the main door he felt someone running up behind him, so he didn't release the door so it wouldn't slam shut in the guy's face. He glanced back. It was the guy who had been staring at him.
"Thanks man." He said to Weeble.
Weeble gave him a smile, even though he didn't feel like encouraging whatever the guy intended. It was probably nothing. "Sure." He replied.
"You stationed here?" The blonde asked while keeping up with Weeble who was continuing to walk.
"Jump School. Hey look, I don't got a lot of time, I gotta get back. Gotta clean the barracks." He said trying to avoid whatever this was.
The guy wasn't taking the hint. "I'll walk with you." He was about 5'10", maybe 160. Not a big guy, but he did have those squinty eyes and prominent nose Weeble found handsome. Even if he was more Weeble's type with bigger muscles he wouldn't have chanced it.
"I'm gonna run. You know how Jump School is, run everywhere." Weeble tried again.
The guy's smile dropped. "Yeah. See you around, I guess."
"Sure." Weeble said just as he kicked up into run. He didn't take a look behind him in his desire to avoid the awkward interaction.
The run back was a great warm down from his workout and as he passed the last building before the barracks he felt pretty good. Maybe Assmunch, Sleeper and Zeus would be around. He'd been thinking during his workout that he could trust Andrew and if they had a minute he would tell him the other stuff. It would feel good to get it out. Assmunch didn't seem like he had any problem with Wanker or Puta, he treated them just like he always had. He decided he would see what Assmunch said about telling the other guys and he could help him figure it out. For the first time in months he felt like he could really make it in the Army, and everything was going to be so much better. He did have cleaning to do before chow time but that would only take a couple hours. Now that all the randoms were gone who only came to Airborne for the achievement award the job of keeping up barracks discipline should be more evenly distributed. Petty Officer Lenger was the Alpha Company Leader for our group because he held the highest rank, but he seemed to defer to Lance Corporal Potter to actually keep the randoms in line. Potter mostly didn't interfere with Assmunch handling the Bravos but he didn't seem to have any problem being an asshole to the randoms to get their asses moving. During Ground Week he'd had to sort out a few attitudes for Lenger. Once the uncooperative ones got the message Potter and Battles were going to sabotage them at every turn which resulted in the Sergeants Airborne dosing out punishment of pushups or a run, or especially harsh training they began doing what was required. He actually saw Potter take a shit in one guy's boot. Like he'd practiced it a hundred times he walked casually over to the guy's bunk where he'd left his boots while he went to take a shower, dropped his pants, squatted, and dropped a steaming log perfectly aimed down the neck of the boot. The whole thing took about five seconds. That was one of the fun things about the military - holding your shit and learning how to take a fast dump when you finally had a small window of opportunity. Weeble thought it was super hilarious the way Potter smiled at the guy in the next bunk who was looking at him stunned. Potter just smiled and said `How's it going?' As if he was just sitting down to have a beer. Potter stood back up pulling his pants with him, snugged his belt and walked away. He liked Potter and Battles. He thought they were both super fine. And really nice guys once you got to know them. Potter didn't care that everyone knew he did that, he wasn't afraid the guy would have any way to get back at him and it did send a pretty strong message. First rule you learn as a fresh Boot - watch your stuff and if you can't, have your buddy watch your stuff. Well, maybe not the first rule, Weeble thought, but definitely one of the important ones.
Weeble was still silently laughing at the memory when he was blindsided from the left. He went down hard, bouncing in the dirt to the right of the sidewalk. Before he could recover, he had a knee on his neck.
"Get the cuffs on him." He heard. "Quick, before anyone comes."
Weeble tried to kick and stuggle, but the guy on his neck was using his full weight. He felt increased pressure bear down, choking off his air and blood as the guy leaned down. "You should have given it up willingly. I would have made sure you enjoyed it, been real nice about it." He blacked out just after he felt the handcuffs click.
He came to riding in the vehicle's backseat. His two attackers were in the front. One of them was the guy from the gym. The other was in uniform and he could see an MP patch.
"You got a good one this time Barnell." The other guy said.
"Yeah, he looks like a kid, fucking prime." Weeble felt a wave of nausea wash over him. "Cuffs almost didn't fit. Wish we had more time, I have duty at 1400. He awake yet?" Weeble closed his eyes.
"Still out, but it won't be long. Let's use the maintenance shed over by the Armory. I can't be gone long either."
It didn't take much to connect the dots and Weeble felt a panic start to boil up. His hands were cuffed behind his back, the metal rings so tight it felt like they were cutting into his skin. He couldn't see any way out of this.
He was still trying to come up with a plan, maybe swing around and kick the driver in the head, force a crash, hope they were too out of it to stop him from getting away. Kick the back window out and try to get out before they could grab him? He'd have to go head first, probably land on his head jumping out and they were driving too fast for him to survive that without injury, especially on pavement. And even if he did, getting up to run away fast enough was not going to be possible with his hands cuffed.
The vehicle stopped before he could come up with a good plan, and alongside the panic he felt a crushing sense of defeat.
"Get the door open before we get him out." Barnell said. In under a minute they pulled him from the vehicle. He struggled, trying to writhe out of their grasp, but Barnell gave him a hard knee to the face as he hung face down with Barnell's arm hooked between his cuffed wrists and the other guy pinning his ankles together under his arm. The position was agonizing, almost pulling his shoulders out of their sockets above him.
"Please don't, guys. I won't tell anyone, just let me go." He pleaded, close to tears.
"Maybe we'll let you go when we're done. Maybe we'll just shoot you in the head and throw you into one of the craters on the artillery range and cover your body with a little dirt. You'll end up in so many pieces no one will ever know what happened to you." Barnell said calmly as he threw Weeble to the dusty concrete floor of the shed.
The logical possibility sent a chilling cold throughout Weeble's small frame. "I won't tell. I won't tell. I promise." He sobbed, the tears bursting out beyond his control. "Please don't kill me. Please." He whimpered. Weeble didn't want to die. He didn't want this to be his last memory.
"Jesus you're such a fucking baby. You're pathetic." Barnell said, giving Weeble a heavy kick in the side. "Let's do him like the last one. That shelf worked great."
Weeble saw the two clear a few items off the middle plywood shelf against the wall. The open shelving was made from lumber and plywood, three shelves high with the middle one being waist high. They picked him up and shoved him through the end of the shelf so his chest was down on the plywood and his legs were hanging off the end. His feet couldn't touch the ground. Barnell yanked his wrists up and forced the cuffs over a hook that held a looped extension cord so his arms were suspended above and behind him. He felt his hands go numb.
Then he felt his sweats pulled down to his thighs as Barnell exposed his ass. The other guy grabbed Weeble's head and pulled it to the edge of the front of the shelf. "Open up. Suck Daddy's dick." The guy said as he unzipped and fished his already hard cock out of the fly of his BDU's.
Weeble couldn't see any choice but to do exactly what they wanted so he opened up his lips for the 6 inch dick. "That's a good boy. You be a good boy for Daddy and keep your teeth off it. If you're a good boy Daddy will give you a delicious milkshake."
He felt Barnell pull his asscheeks apart and heard him hack up and spit a wad in the crack of his ass. Then he felt the head of Barnell's dick swipe across the wetness before pressing against his hole. "Fuck, I hope he's cherry." Barnell said. "I love Grunt cherry. Legs here is gonna graduate from Jump On My Dick school today. Gonna get them red wings. You cherry Legs? Any of your buddies been up this pretty little boy hole?"
Weeble couldn't answer with the dick fucking in and out of his mouth. He didn't know if he should. He didn't know if Barnell really wanted him to answer.
A knee crashing into his nuts made him pull off the dick in his mouth, yell out in pain and sob even more. "Fucking answer me you stupid fucking piece of shit!"
"No!" He whimpered through his tears. Almost as soon as he said it the other guy forced his dick back in between his lips.
"Hell yeah!" Barnell celebrated as he thrust his cock with full force up inside Weeble's ass, balls deep on the first entry. Weeble yelled out again as a stabbing overwhelming pain radiated out from his asshole across his entire lower body. An involuntary seizure forced his muscles to cramp.
"AHHH! NO! STOP! AHHHHHHHHHH PLEASE" Weeble pleaded.
"Fuck yeah, buddy! Teach this little bitch how to be all he can be." The guy at his head encouraged. "If he ain't bleedin' you ain't tryin'. Get my dick back in your mouth bitch. Daddy ain't done with you."
Barnell withdrew his dick completely, then punched it back in violently, sending another wave of excruciating pain through Weeble's body. The other guy was holding Weeble's head now in a strong grip, fucking his mouth with equally violent thrusts that were stabbing the back of Weeble's throat. Weeble choked in a long gag and the guy yanked his dick out and stepped back suddenly just as Weeble vomited his breakfast.
"Fuck, I love that part. Like I made him cum from his throat. So fucking hot." The guy said, stepping carefully around the pool of vomit on the floor. Some of it never made it beyond the plywood shelf, and he grabbed Weeble's head again and slid his face into the puke so his mouth was off the edge. "Daddy's gonna make you cum again, little boy." He said as he pushed his dick back in.
Barnell was still stabbing with his dick, busting through Weeble's bloody ring over and over again, grunting with effort and mumbling "hot little boy hole." Over and over again.
Weeble was lost in the pain and torture. The dick in his mouth forced up several volleys of putrid vomit, and each time the guy stepped back to watch it spew until Weeble only had dry heaves left. The guy didn't pull out after that, watching Weeble's tiny trapped body jerk with every empty choking gag. Over and over again they raped him violently until his body went limp and his tear filled eyes glazed over, unfocused and unseeing.
The amount of tears a man can cry is infinite and never ending. One tear for every interminable mile you fall down into the hole of despair that swallows the spark of your soul and smothers it with a darkness so black it eats the happiness that sustains you. Even the worst pain refuses to follow a man into that well of empty nothingness. Weeble never stopped falling. It was the only relief he knew.