Barracks Bitch

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WEEBLE AND WICOMB

Assmunch was on a tear trying to keep all the guys movin to clean up the barracks before clear out. I didn't mind much cuz I wanted to get out of there too so I could spend the rest of the day with Wicomb. I gotta say though I kept findin my eyes goin to Assmunch's friend Kevin. Now that was a nice piece of man right there. He looked a little uncomfortable in those tight slacks and white dress shirt that didn't hide nothin of what he had goin on. But that hair, and those dreamy eyes, eyes almost as nice as Wicomb's. I was used to seein muscles, hell Sleeper and Zeus were damn near perfect, but somethin bout seein `em move in tight fabric like Kevin had on was so fuckin distractin. Nice meaty bulge too, not like I was starin or nothin. It was just, well... there, ya know? Hard to miss was all.

It would be easy for a civilian to seem awkward or out of place, but Kevin wasn't none of that, just walkin around easy as you please like he belonged. When the brothers teased him about his hair he just gave `em an easy grin like he didn't care. Whatever he said back was too low to hear, but it made the brothers smile or laugh. Just comfortable in his own skin, I guess he was. Sorta like Assmunch. Some guys just knew who they were and that was that, with nothin to prove. That was easy for big guys like Kevin.

"He's definitely something, isn't he?" I heard Wicomb say. I froze like a mama deer hearing a twig snap. "Relax, Victor." He continued, puttin a hand on my shoulder. "I've been checking him out too. He's got a lot to look at."

I glanced back at him, still uncertain if I was caught doin somethin bad. Lookin was one thing, but I had to try to remember if I had gone over the line.

Wicomb chuckled. "Bud, you don't have to worry. It's cool."

Damn. He definitely caught me. Crap. I wondered if he figured out I liked guys. That was gonna ruin everythin. It was one thing to do Wicomb a favor for bein nice to me on that trip to North Carolina, and a whole nother thing for him to think I was gay. If he figured it out he probably wouldn't want to be my friend. I felt a panic start to crush my chest.

"Hey, I gotta ask Assmunch somethin, you mind strippin my bunk? I'll be right back." I rattled out in a rush.

Wicomb looked confused. "Uh, sure bud."

I couldn't walk away fast enough. I wasn't lookin for Assmunch, I needed a quiet corner to get myself under control. FUCK! Okay, no more lookin at no one, I gotta be cool. Just around Wicomb. The brothers didn't care or even notice if I stared at them. Sleeper kinda loved it actually, gettin stared at when he shook that butt of his. I swear he made his dick and balls flop around on purpose when he walked around naked. He'd stretch or yawn while he was standing naked in front of you, darin you to drink in an eyeful. He drove me fuckin crazy sometimes. I loved it. I guess I got too comfortable when none of the guys cared, and we all just accepted more than the usual examination by our brothers. Hell, when your platoon had an actual pissin for distance contest in the showers, then some of them went for a cum-shootin contest, no one cared who was lookin. Footlong even let us feel the weight of his big ole dick once, givin anyone who wanted to a chance to feel what a real big dick felt like. Just the once though, and I think he did it so the guys would just stop talkin about it. He seemed embarrassed by it.

I think I'd have to explain to Wicomb. It honestly wasn't no big deal. Sure Kevin was beautiful, but it was because he was exotic, you know, so different from the Bravos with his long wavy hair like a pro wrestler.

"You good Weeble?" Shark asked when he passed me in the hall as I was leanin up against the wall slowin my breath down.

I nodded. "Yeah, just had a moment. I'm good, brother."

Shark tilted his head and knitted his eyebrows together, fixin me with a hard stare. "If you're lying, I'm going to beat it out of you. You're either good, or you speak up, got it?"

It was the concern in his voice that finally relaxed me. My brother would be there for me if I needed it. Just knowing that...well it made me NOT need it, if that makes any sense at all.

I smiled. "Yeah Shark, thanks. I'm good now."

He nodded. "Just so you know, it's when you don't smile that we know. And we know your fake smile too. Any one of us will have your back, bro. You just pick one of us."

Fuck these were just the best guys. "Thanks for that. I love you, brother."

Shark reached out and pulled my head into a quick arm lock. I felt a kiss on the top of my skull. "I love you too, brother. Get back to your friend. He's standing there looking like an idiot."

Well, shit, I couldn't go back bawlin like a baby so I dried the tears before they could fall out of my eyes. I knew walkin back that I'd have to tell Wicomb. If he was the guy I thought he was, or who I hoped he would be, then it wouldn't matter and he'd still be my friend. If he didn't understand, then I figured I had plenty of better men in my brotherhood to be friends with. It was kinda funny how we all just tracked each other with part of our attention all the time. We knew immediately when somethin was out of the ordinary. Yeah, my Brothers were all I really needed, if it came down to it.

The words sounded good, but I knew it would hurt if that happened, just like it always had. I took a breath before walkin back into the bay.

Wicomb knew the barracks drill and my beddin was nowhere to be found, already deposited in the canvas laundry cart sittin at the end of the bay with an Army green AIRBORNE B1A stenciled on the fabric. He'd even rolled my mattress. I walked up with a smile.

"Well that brought back all sorts of unpleasant memories." He said. I guess he was talkin about the clear out.

I saw Wanker across the way sittin on Bootlicker's shoulders shovin who knows what crap up into the ceiling and replacing the ceiling tile. Those two were always up to somethin but they had each other. It seemed like they each found somethin they needed in the other one. But Bootlicker was the boss of all that, whatever it was.

"What are they doing?" Wicomb whispered in my ear, throwin his really good feelin arm over my shoulders.

I shrugged. "Secret Bootlicker stuff. We don't ask. Assmunch might know."

"So, all of you have nicknames?" He asked.

"Yup, it kinda just happened early on. A couple of the guys started it the first week, and after our first Barracks Bitch Saturday everyone had a nickname. A couple changed along the way, like Assmunch, but most stuck that first week." I answered.

"So what's yours? Killer? Pit bull? The TERMINATOR?" He emphasized that last one dramatically with an Arnold accent.

I laughed. "We don't have no names like that, it's all just fun. I'm Weeble."

"Wait...what's Barracks Bitch Saturday?" Wicomb interrupted.

I wasn't sure how far to go to explain, and was saved by Sleeper in all his glorious nakedness. I saw Wicomb give Sleeper a long, slow once over while Sleeper waited patiently for Wicomb's eyes to stop roamin. A cocky grin was plastered on his incredible face.

"Damn." I heard Wicomb say under his breath.

"You should see Zeus. He's a BIG GODDAMN when you see him naked." Sleeper said. "Barracks Bitch Saturday was our only night without the fucking Sarges breathing down our fucking necks, so we had a party in the barracks. One brother got picked to be our slave, the unlucky fuck. Maybe Weeble can tell you about his turn at Barracks Bitch. I'd say you'll find his second and last times the most noteworthy. Right Weeble?"

I shot Sleeper a glare while his handsome prick face grinned with pretend innocence.

"Well? What happened?" Wicomb asked.

I scowled at Sleeper, who just winked at me. "I thought we weren't tellin." I said with a growl.

Sleeper put his hands on his hips. "Oh, I think Wicomb can be trusted." Then Sleeper's grin dropped and a look passed over his face that I recognized from when I told them about what Delnick and Barnell had done to me. "You can be trusted, can't you Wicomb?"

What was happenin?

A look passed between Sleeper and Wicomb. Just the tone in Sleeper's voice caused the other Bravos within earshot to stop what they were doin and look over at us with a serious look.

What the fuck was happenin?

"Hey Sleeper, yeah, Wicomb's good. It's no big deal." I said, tryin to smooth things over.

"Victor...? What's going on?" Wicomb asked softly, frozen in place.

Sleeper stepped up close, pretty much pressin his naked body against Wicomb, and his eyes never left Wicomb's face, they were exactly the same height. "Weeble means a fucking lot to us." Sleeper said in a whisper no one else could hear. "Treat our brother with respect. He likes you, pretty boy, so If you're just here to use him, fuck off or we'll fuck you off." And with that, Sleeper moved to the side and his face resumed its cocky grin. "The second time he was Barracks Bitch. That's the best one. And Weeble? Tell him ALL of it, then you'll know." And then Sleeper walked away.

"Hoooooly fuuuuuucckkkk." Wicomb breathed out.

"I'm sorry Wicomb, I didn't know he was gonna do that." I said, feelin really bad for Wicomb. That was a little mean of Sleeper, Wicomb hadn't done nothin.

"No, Victor. He's right, and I'm glad you have guys like him to watch out for you. If I was more like Sleeper none of that bullshit back at Bragg would have happened to you. Look, let's get this shit done so we can go somewhere and talk. I promise it's nothing bad."

ASSMUNCH

Sleeper found me finishing up in the day room. He made me roll my eyes the way he just walked around dick out, shaking his perfect ass. I'm sure Kevin was loving every single minute of it. And Sleeper was loving every minute Kevin was loving it.

I'd had Zeus get Tim and Kevin out of the bay before I sent Sleeper in to do his thing. I didn't want them getting the wrong idea about Sleeper, or the Bravos.

"You get it done, bro?" I asked my freeballing friend.

Sleeper nodded. "Yup. It was exactly how you called it. Hunter Wicomb couldn't take his eyes off all this foxyness." He ran his hands over his chest and stomach. "Stone cold sex fox."

I gave him a slow blink and a deadpan look. "Yeah. Uh. Never do that again, ever. Or say those words. I will seriously puke on `all that foxy mess'. Ugh."

"FoxyNESS, you fucking asshole." Sleeper laughed. Which cracked me up too. "I rubbed my dick on him. And I said something stupid."

I gave him a stare. "What did you say Sleeper?" The dick rubbing... well it wouldn't be the first time Sleeper rubbed his dick on someone. I couldn't figure out if he was marking them with his scent, or it was an insult, or some kind of dominance thing...whatever, if he was after you he was either going to teabag you or dick wipe you. Not important.

Sleeper shrugged and had a sheepish look on his face. "Well he didn't move back like I expected him to, so we were, like, dick to dick. And that kinda threw me so it didn't quite come out like we talked about."

"WHAT. DID. YOU. SAY?" I swear to God I was going to grab his hanging nuts and yank them backwards up through his perfect ass crack in a nutsack wedgie.

"Okay, well he did get the point, let me just say that first, okay?" He pointed both his index fingers at me like two pistols, thumbs cocked. "Message delivered and received."

Why the fuck was he drawing this out? "Say it."

"Okay, I said `Weeble means a fucking lot to us. Treat our brother with respect." He paused.

"That's exactly what we talked about." I didn't see a problem.

Sleeper looked down. "Um, yeah, well that's where it went off the rails. I said `If you're just here to use him you can fuck off or we'll fuck you off.'

"Wha----". I shook my head. "What the fuck does that even mean? We'll fuck him off?"

Sleeper cringed. "I know. I panicked. I think I called him a `pretty boy' too."

I sighed. "Well you better hope we don't have to follow through on that. If he was checking you out like you say, he has a much different idea of us fucking him off than you meant."

"I was trying to be clever like you."

I snorted. "You're the pretty one, dumbass. Not the clever one."

His face changed into what I can only describe as a look of righteous victory. "YES! I'm the pretty one. You finally admit it. HA! Hey, you think my operator designation during ops can be Bravo Fox? That'd be so cool." After which he turned about face and shook that perfect dumper all the way back down the hall while whistling some made up happy tune.

"You're fucking mental, you know that?" I called out to him as he strutted away. He flipped me the bird over his shoulder. And yeah, I watched those marble boulders of his amazing ass bounce until he turned the corner.

We ended up at Wicomb's hotel room off post. He wanted to get out of his uniform. I had my duffle and packed ruck with me so I put `em by the chair. Our Sergeant Airborne released us and after he gave orders to the randoms and holdovers, he told us Bravos we had four days liberty but we had to report back at 0500 Wednesday. I had nowhere to go. I hoped it was okay if I stayed with Wicomb until he went back to Bragg.

"Victor?" Wicomb started as he came out of the bathroom. "I need to be honest with you."

"About what, Wicomb?"

Wicomb grinned. "Hey bud, can you... call me Hunter? I mean, if you want to. I'd like that."

I smiled. "Sure Hunter. Wow that sounds weird."

He shook his head. "No, the way you say it, it sounds perfect. `Hunner'. It's your southern accent." He told me.

It did sound weird though, to me. I'd always called him Corporal or Wicomb. But Hunter suited him too, it was a man's name, strong. "Hunter. Hunter. Yeah, I like it." I said, smiling up at him. "Do you think I could stay here with you Wic-- uh, Hunter? I don't have nowhere to go until I report back. I can pay you half for the room."

"Dude, don't worry about it, okay? You can stay with me, and you don't have to pay me half. " Hunter Wicomb said.

"Thanks, that's real nice of you Hunter Wicomb." Okay, I gotta stop that, that was way worse, his whole big name. "But...you only have one bed. I can rack on the floor, I got my bag. This'll be fun! What do you want to do? I have liberty! Oh! I'm hungry! We just had MRE's today. Hey, can we go to Burger King?"

Wicomb held up his hands. "Slow down, bud! Sure, we can do anything you want. And you don't have to sleep on the floor in your fart sack, bud. Geez, you really want to climb in that thing when you don't have to?"

I shrugged. "I'm used to it, it's no big deal." The truth was - I wasn't sure if I should sleep in the same bed, I really wasn't. I don't know if I could sleep next to Wicomb all night just a few inches from his beautiful face. I probably wouldn't sleep much.

"Fuck. Here goes." Wicomb said. "Victor, look, I um... shit! Victor, please don't tell anyone what I'm about to say if I'm wrong, okay?"

"I wouldn't Hunter. You're a good guy, you're really nice. You're my friend, right? I wouldn't do that to a friend." But now I was concerned. "Are you in trouble, Hunter? I can help. I know how to do stuff now." If someone was messin with Wicomb well... I'd fuck `em off just like Sleeper said. I don't know exactly what that meant, but I was pretty sure a beatin was in there somewhere.

"No, bud, it's nothing like that. Okay, I'm just going to say it. Please don't hate me." He took a deep breath. "Victor I'm gay, and I thought... well," he paused. "I like you, Victor, a LOT. I understand if you aren't. I mean, you're such a bad ass, nothing stops you. I don't even know how you got through infantry training but you did. I just thought that, you know... last time...."

I was stunned. I had a million things goin through my head. "But you didn't say anythin. After. Why Wicomb? If you had, it woulda changed everythin." I should have been happy, right? And I was, truly really. I just wanted to know. I would have done so many things different.

And then I realized what I would have missed out on. I never would have taken that offer from my Lieutenant that put me with the Bravos. I never would have learned to be strong. I would never have learned what I could do, what I could endure, and who I really was. I would never have learned what it meant to have brothers like the Bravos. I stood up real slow and went over to Wicomb. In a way, he'd done me a big favor.

"Hey, bud... it's cool." He said, sounding frightened. "I can go. I'm sorry, it was just a mistake."

"Shut up you idiot." I said, and it came out surprisinly as a command. I grabbed his head and pulled him down into me for a kiss I'd wanted to lay on him from the moment I first set eyes on him back at Bragg. With every kindness he'd shown me, every pat on my back, every smile he gave me when he said `Good morning Private Chambers' like he was just glad to see me. Because he tried to protect me from the guys in the shop bein assholes to me. No one is happy to see Army Privates unless there's some distasteful duty that needs doin, but Wicomb was always happy to see me. I came up for air and looked at his stunned face with those dreamy electric blue eyes. Such a fuckin stud. And a great kisser too! "I'm gonna do somethin I've been dreaming of." I don't know where it came from, this confidence, this control and dominance but I wasn't stoppin. "I've had a thing for you since I first saw you, and you bein nice to me all that time, even after all the shit came down, I just wanted you more. I hope you're ready, we're gonna fuck our brains out."

Wicomb gulped. "You don't want Burger King?"

I threw him on the bed. "You're the only King I need right now. We can eat when we're exhausted." I sure hoped he could keep up, but even if he couldn't I'd fuck myself on his beautiful dick if I had to.

The first time was kinda awkward, but I know it was on account of me takin charge when I didn't know what the fuck I was doin. So I'll tell ya about the second time. Which was WAY better.

"Dang, bud." Hunter said after the first time, in heaving breaths. "Holy shit you're a wild animal. So meek and innocent on the outside." He busted out laughing.

"What?" I asked.

"Fucking Sleeper...'if you're just here to use him...'. Is that what he meant when he said you were going to fuck me off? Job well done, soldier. Mission accomplished." He put an arm over his eyes. "I think you broke my dick with that amazing ass of yours. Holy fuck. I've never had the cum vacuumed from my balls before."

I was layin beside him, curled up in his arm tryin to catch my own breath. "Sorry, I just been waitin for that a long time. I kinda got carried away."

He chuckled, it was kinda awesome hearing his laugh and voice through his chest. "Sorry?" He snorted. "The fuck you are."

That made me laugh. I wasn't, even a little bit.

"God I love to hear you laugh. You know Victor, you're just amazing all the way through. How are you so happy all the time, about everything?"

I shrugged. "I don't know, I just am. It's better when you laugh and there's lots of good stuff happenin all the time. Bad stuff happens, but it's never as much as the good stuff. It never is. So if there's more of it, that's what's important."

And then Hunter rolled over and kissed me. He kissed me like he wanted to, I felt it. I knew, because no one had ever kissed me like that in my whole entire life. It was all soft and tender, but with that intense hunger of a man. This time, Hunter was doin the drivin.

Hunter was grinding his nice big cock into my hip. I liked his dick, the way it was surrounded by a dark bush of pubic hair that got thinner before blendin right into his dark leg hair. He also had a little trail of hair up his stomach to his chest where it spread out over his pecs. It wasn't a lot, just enough to look like a man.

See, that was the thing about Hunter I liked the most. Everythin about him was all man. From the way he walked, to his five o'clock shadow, to his slightly hairy muscled chest, his broad shoulders, his sturdy legs and awesome butt...and that dick of his. Nice large hangin balls too. I spread my legs and wrapped them around his waist.

"Yeah? You want it again?" He growled in between aggressive kisses.

"Yeah, please fuck me." I breathed. "You're so sexy. I can't help it. I want your dick in me so bad."

"Grrrrrrrrr..." he looked me in the eyes with intense hunger. "Fuckin' hot little muscle body on you. You looked good before, but now... holy shit Victor. Your tight little body gets me going. I love that you could kick my ass if you wanted to." He broke off and pushed up onto his knees, then grabbed my legs and threw them up, knees to shoulders, bendin me in half. "Look at that sexy tight fucking hole. Shit, that's nice." Big tall dark and handsome Wicomb was tellin me I was hot. Damn. He started grindin his big ole dick in my crack, rubbing it all over my asshole and it was drivin me crazy.

I reached down to grab it and get it in my hole, but he swatted my hand away. "You had your turn. All you have to do is let me love this hot man under me. I'll make sure you get everything you want, stud."

I couldn't believe what I was hearin. He called me a man, and a stud.

He started kissin my neck, lickin my ear and movin down lower.

I had a moment of confusion and doubt. What was he doin? Where was he goin with that mouth?

Yeah, I showered at the barracks when I helped scrub the showers down, but that was a couple hours ago, and he fucked me already once (well...it was more like I rode him like a Triple Crown jockey goin down the back stretch just a head out of first place). I probably wasn't smellin too good down there, especially after sprayin my cum all over myself. Besides, what do I do? How do I act? I was drunk that one time I 69'd with Barton, and he was the the only guy who'd ever sucked my dick or got anywhere near that part of me with his face. And I was tryin not to remember anythin about that asshole.

"Relax, Victor." Hunter said, grinnin up at me after momentarily takin his long tongue out of my belly button. His hands still pressed down on the back of my knees, pinnin my legs up. I was pretty much at his mercy.

"I want to taste all of you. This is a dream come true for me."

Huh? Guys didn't want to do all that stuff, that was sorta my job doin it for them. A man laid back and let you take care of what he needed, or he pushed you down and worked his dick in you until he came. That's what turned me on, knowin I was gettin them worked up to cum. I usually didn't cum if I was just blowin em, mostly cuz it wasn't about me. I jacked off after, when I was alone. But men like it when it's all about them. And I liked it when they liked it. Mostly they just wanted to feel their dick in a warm hole and they didn't take too long to get off, maybe a minute or two. I really liked bein the one that got em off like that. The faster they came, the better I figure I did, and I was pretty good now, I knew. Men didn't really want to do all that other stuff, the kissin, takin it slow, and definitely not a lot of touchin or talkin. And lickin me? Hell no.

So I'm just gonna say it, Wicomb's mouth felt weird lickin its way down my chest, and it made it so I was thinkin more about what I was supposed to do, how I was supposed to act (was I supposed to moan, or tell him it felt good? Hell, I don't know how it felt...I mean, maybe good but did it feel like THEY thought it felt when I did it to them?). I was really worried. It wasn't as incredible as they made it seem if this was it. Should I feel more? Was I doin it wrong? Was somethin wrong with me?

"Hey, bud... relax. What's wrong?" Wicomb asked, letting my legs go and coming back up to look me in the face.

Shit. Yeah, I was doin it wrong, I shoulda moaned or somethin. "Nothin's wrong, Hunter. You don't have to stop."

He fixed me with those deep blue eyes and somethin told me I was caught.

"You're not having fun. What's going on?" He asked. His deep manly voice was so sweet.

I tried to smile. "No, I am."

"Victor, you don't have to lie to me, bud. I want you to enjoy this too. Tell me what's up."

Now I was embarrassed. Everythin was goin so good and I ruined it by not knowin what the fuck I was doin. You'd think I'd be better at sex, I'd had sex with eight guys, including Wicomb, so you'd think with that many I'd be as good as a professional. Eight guys is a lot. But I had to be at least a little good, or they wouldn't cum so fast, right?

Wicomb sighed, then brought his hand up to my face and stroked my cheek. That felt so good, `specially when he looked into my eyes that way.

"You're not used to a guy treating you like this, are you?" He said. "Look bud, good sex goes back and forth, both of you should be enjoying it."

I looked away. "I do enjoy it. I like makin a guy cum. I like bein the one that gets him to cum."

Wicomb chuckled. "Yeah, you're good at that. Well, better than good. You suck dick better than anyone I've ever met. And your ass? The way you work that beautiful thing... fuck! But Victor...sex isn't always just about getting the other guy off. I mean, that's great if you don't have feelings for them, sometimes just busting out a load gets your head back on track. But if you really like the guy, like I really like you, it goes back and forth. Yeah, I could just shove my dick in you and nut real quick, but if that's all I wanted I could find a hundred guys I could get that from. You're special Victor. There's something about you, I've seen bigger, more capable men crumble when faced with some of the shit you've gone through. You're so incredibly strong. I didn't realize that until after you left. I kept thinking about how you showed up at the shop every single day with a smile on your face after the guys started treating you like shit. I'd see the way they hurt you with what they said, but you still tried like hell to be good to them, to treat them with respect, do what they said, to stay happy. You never got sullen, or angry. I know damn well a couple times you wanted to cry, I saw it, but you never did. You just let them be assholes to you and didn't change who you were because they treated you bad. It takes a strong person... a real MAN... to walk through a situation like that with his head up. Victor, I don't just like you. I admire you, I want to be more like you, I want to see the world the way you see it, where people are good, filled with optimism and hope. I want to look at every day like it's going to be the best day. And if I can't do all that, I want to watch you do it, because somehow when I see you looking at the world with those eager, gentle, kind, smiling fucking BEAUTIFUL eyes it makes my heart soar. I kicked Barton's ass because I couldn't stand thinking about how he might have destroyed that smile. And he was being such a smug prick. Why the fuck would he even care? He probably secretly likes dick himself."

I kept my mouth shut. I didn't want Wicomb to know about Barton. Nothin good was gonna happen if he knew. But the rest of what Hunter said hit me kinda deep. He thought about me that much?

I still couldn't look at him. "I don't know about all that Wicomb."

"Hunter...please Victor?" He was right. It was just because he was older, and I looked up to him that it felt weird calling him by his first name. If I wanted him to be my friend - and I did - I needed to use his first name.

"Hunter...do you really think about me that much?"

Hunter sighed. "Almost every day, Victor." He turned on his side and put his arm around me and pulled me into him, his front against my back. He kissed my neck. Man, he felt so warm and good holding me like that. I fit just perfect snugged up in his arms. "I'm glad you wanted me to come visit you. I felt like an idiot that I let you go without telling you how I felt. I was scared to come, but I knew I'd regret it if I didn't."

I reached up and grabbed his hand, it was stroking my chest real nice like. "You were scared? What for?"

"I was nervous you weren't gay, even if you gave the best fucking blow job I've ever had. I thought I had taken advantage of you. I asked you to go see my brother because I had a huge crush on you. I wasn't going to try anything, but you kept staring at me. Maybe you don't realize how you come across when you look at a guy like you do, but it was like I was something incredible in your eyes. Like I was important. It felt like you saw me as some big hero. You just focused all your attention on me. That felt good. I thought I might have forced you into doing something you regretted, and after the rumors started I was afraid you thought it was me who told them. It wasn't, I didn't tell anyone, Victor."

I turned around in his arms, ready to look him in those deep dreamy eyes. "I know it wasn't you, Hunter. I know who did it."

He stared at me. A few seconds went by. I guess he was doin the math. "It was Barton, wasn't it?"

My heart started beating real fast. Would he hate me if he knew?

He pulled me tighter in his arms. "That fucking asshole. You sucked his dick, didn't you?" I tensed up, but he kept going. "You gave him the best blowjob that ugly fuck will ever have in his entire life and he shit on you for it. I'm going to kick his ass again." Hunter kissed my head again, but didn't stop, just kept his face pressed against my hair. "I'm sorry, Victor. He shouldn't have done that."

"You don't hate me?" I asked weakly into his chest.

"What?" He pulled away to look me in the eyes again. It was hard to look back at him. "Hate you for what? Victor, no."

I wanted to believe him. His face got really hard and serious. "Dude, you suck whoever's dick you want to suck and don't feel bad about it, ever. Do you understand? It doesn't make you a slut, or a whore, or anything except a red blooded American male. Sex is awesome! It's fun, it feels good - even better when it's someone you love - so enjoy it. It feels good even if it's just getting your rocks off."

"Yeah, but .... I didn't have no feelins for him, it just happened because we were drunk. That's different."

Hunter laughed. "Drunk stupid sex is good too, my man. Sometimes it's exactly what you need, no feelings, no real concern for who they are, nothing to get in the way of just doing it. Sometimes that makes it even better, knowing it's only about the dick or ass. Do you think Barton cared about anything except getting his dick drained? I guarantee he didn't give two shits about you. Did you get off?"

It felt weird talkin about this, with him, like it was somehow wrong. But a part of me wanted to be honest. I don't know why, he just gave me a feelin that it was okay. "Yeah, after he went to sleep."

"Jesus, Victor." Then - "What a fuckin tool. Look, bud, I think I get it, you like getting a dude off. You like being the one that makes them feel good. I also think you believe they'll like you more if you let them do what they want to you. There's nothing wrong with that except it doesn't really make them like you more. Guys like that only care about getting off. There's a whole lot more to sex if you let yourself get a little something back too. It's okay to want more from them. Fuck, now I feel bad about that time in North Carolina. I did it to you exactly the same. I let you blow me and I didn't give you anything in return."

"Hunter, I wanted to do it that way. I didn't expect nothin back." I thought he was bein too hard on himself. I know he didn't get it, that there was somethin real sexy about a man just takin what he wanted then puttin his dick away and pretendin like nothin happened, even though we both knew he loved it the whole time. It was excitin like that. And it was real good thinkin about it later and jackin off to how I remembered it. That's how real men were, just happy as pie if they got their balls emptied. Sometimes they said thanks, which felt good too. Sometimes it was just a smile. And later, when they were nice to you or treated you like a normal person it felt extra good. That meant they really appreciated what you'd done for them. Plus, that usually also meant they'd ask you to do it again sometime. "Besides, you did plenty. The way you treated me the whole entire trip, not countin the blowjob... you made me feel really good. That was real important to me."

Hunter sighed. "Maybe I'm the one thinking of it the wrong way then. For you, anyway." He propped his head up on his elbow and reached out to stroke my face, smilin at me. Hunter had nice teeth, real pretty and white. "Damn you're cute." He said.

I shrugged. "I'm just me. That's all."

"Arrrrrgggghhhhh, fucking adorable. It drives me nuts when you do that `Aw shucks' thing." And he reached out to put his lips on mine, and then his tongue in my mouth. I loved feelin his tongue go past my lips. Hunter did it gentle, his tongue was long so he got it deep in my mouth. It just felt incredible. And he didn't just leave it in there with his mouth open and pressing down on mine, he moved, sucked on my lips, he played with my tongue, hell, he played with my whole mouth.

You could just tell Hunter Wicomb knew what he was doin. I hadn't kissed but one guy in my whole life, and one girl. But the girl wasn't no French kiss. She did it on a dare from her friend. And we were just 14, so neither one of us knew what real kissin was. The guy... well that was nothing like this. I gotta be honest, compared to Hunter's way of kissin, that other guy was sloppy. He was doin it while he fucked me, moaning. He was a nice guy, not much to look at but super friendly. I met him at the mall one time, and next thing you know he was doin me in the back seat of his car. I was just gonna blow him, but he wanted to fuck me too, so I said okay. It wasn't no big deal.

I liked kissin like this a whole lot more. Maybe Hunter was right, it felt different when it didn't feel like they were doin somethin TO you, like you were doin somethin together. I wasn't gonna tell Hunter, but I also liked it when they did it TO me, except not kissin. Kissin was way better when it was back and forth, like he said. Alright, enough of all that, I had the sexiest man ever runnin his hands all over me, callin me cute, and kissin me. This time, I let him do it how he wanted. Now that I knew how much he wanted to do it this way, it didn't feel so weird. In a way, I was givin him what he wanted, and that made me feel good. Real good. It was nice knowin I just had to be me and he liked `just me' a whole lot.

When he reached down and started playin with my hole it felt so good. He had my legs spread again, his other hand pinnin my leg against my chest while he never stopped kissin me. He rubbed his dick against my hole and I couldn't stop myself from moanin. I couldn't wait until he slid it up inside me.

"You like that, huh?" He growled, and the sound of it drove me crazy. He made it sound rough.

"It feels real good." I was feelin all warm and emotional so I wrapped my arms around his chest and pulled him into me. I wanted to feel his body on me. He pulled his mouth off mine and spit on his hand, then put it back down to wet his dick. His eyes never left mine. He put his dick in me so slow, not like the other guys had fucked me. It didn't hurt at all, not even a little, and bein a little sore from the first time actually felt even better. I'd never been fucked twice in a row like this. Usually the guy was done right after the first time and we just got dressed. And like I said, most of the time they didn't last long on account of how I was really good at sex.

Damn...DAYUM! Hunter was pretty good at sex too. That was so good when he got all the way in and I felt him pressed all the way against me, just perfectly deep. He stayed there for a few seconds, and I felt his rock hard dick jump.

"Oh fuck, Victor. Your tight little hole feels so good." He said as he moved real slow. He was fuckin me with his whole body, so nice and easy. I was relaxed. I ran my hands down his back and grabbed his butt to feel him move. I wasn't tryin to control anythin, just wanted to feel him do it. Most guys don't like you touchin their butt durin sex. Guys that wanted to fuck didn't want you gettin any ideas about playing with their butt, I learned that my first time with Brody, the football player I told you about. But Hunter loved it. I don't know what made me take the chance, I only knew I wanted to feel all of him. His ass felt awesome, I could feel it clench and relax as he pumped into me real slow and easy. I kept one hand on his nice butt, and let the other one rub all over his back.

All I gotta say is WOW! He was makin my asshole feel amazin! But my body too! I wanted him to fuck me harder, faster...but I also wanted him to keep going like this, nice and slow, deep, then shallow. I couldn't decide. I think his dick was breakin my brain. Every time he got his dick all the way in, he did this thing where he squeezed his ass and I'd feel his dick jump inside me as he held it there. Then he'd take another pump, but at a different angle. Sometimes he would do short strokes using just a couple inches of his dick. He never stopped kissin me.

God, I hoped he wouldn't cum, I wanted this to go on forever. My whole entire body was movin with him...I was fuckin him back while he was fuckin me, my legs were clenchin around his waist like I was climbin a oak tree, my arms and shoulders were unconsciously flexin with his movements, my head and jaw kissin him while he was kissin me.

I started moanin. So much was happenin, so many things were goin on, I couldn't focus on just my ass, just my mouth on his, my hands all over him, my dick gettin all smushed between our stomachs drivin me crazy too. I didn't care what was goin on, it felt like every nerve in my body was singin. I'd never been fucked like this before.

"Hunter, please don't stop." I begged him.

"I'll go as long as you want, stud man." He growled back. "You are just perfect. Your ass is perfect, your smile is perfect, your body is perfect, the way you fuck is perfect."

"I'm just doin what you're doin. You're incredible." I gasped.

"Mmmmmmmm". Back to not talking. I was all for that.

Only two other guys had fucked me face to face like this. Brody back in high school, and George Thibideaux's dad in his shed out back. He was supposed to be showin me where the lawn mower was for when I came to cut his lawn that summer after graduatin. Showin me the lawn mower took like maybe 15 seconds. The other minute and a half was me on a workbench gettin plowed by Mr. Thibideaux's six inch dick. You know, I tried not to be disappointed when a guy doesn't have a big dick, but Mr. Thibideaux's didn't feel like much at all. But it didn't take too long, and he was real nice to me, always smilin and askin me if I needed anythin. Hmmm, maybe plowed wasn't the right word. Stickin. Yeah, he was stickin me with his six inch dick, not thick at all. That's what it felt like. He paid me $20 extra every week because he said his lawn never looked better. He always helped me put the lawn mower away in the shed after. That was nice of him, because I always figured that's what he was payin ME for. And then he'd lift me up onto the workbench and do his thing.

And Brody? He liked lookin at my face, but he didn't kiss.

I didn't care no more about what I was supposed to do, how I was supposed to act. Everything Hunter was doin left no room in my brain for wonderin about all that stuff. I just kept thinkin how this was the best fuckin I'd ever had. God, I'd let him fuck me all he wanted. I felt like my dick was always on the edge of cumming, like if he just did it a little bit harder I would shoot. He'd been fucking me for ten minutes now, just nice and easy and slow, and it was the best thing I'd ever felt in my whole entire life.

And then, he rolled me over until I was on my side, and he had one leg behind me, and one leg in front, with my underneath leg between, and my other leg restin on his chest and shoulder. I didn't think he could go no deeper, but I was wrong. WAY WRONG. He kept up the same slow strokin, nuzzlin his face against my foot while he pumped his beautiful dick so deep into me. I sure'd never been fucked like this and oh my good gracious! He was pushing up across somethin that felt like he was fuckin the cum out of me.

"Harder, please!" I was grunting and breathin real hard now.

He didn't change how fast he was goin, but if felt like he was punchin my asshole in the best way. And he was givin me this look like I was doin somethin to him, only I wasn't. I was just there, lost in this incredible feelin. I couldn't stop lookin into his gorgeous blue eyes, those eyes were what I first fell in love with, the very first time I saw him when I transferred into his unit at Bragg. There was electricity in his eyes, like they glowed.

"Unngghhh. Yes! Oh please!" He was sendin me into some desperate need for him with his fuckin. "Oh gosh, it feels so good."

"Yeah, buddy. So fucking good." He grunted out.

"Hunter, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum, don't stop." I cried out, and he sped up just a little, but kept goin just as hard.

"Come for me, stud man. I want to make you cum." He punctuated every sentence with a thrust deep up inside me.

He musta been fuckin me for 20 minutes now and it was the longest fuck I'd ever had, it was so incredible every single minute from the very start. How was he doin this? We were both sweating, and as he bent over me his face was dripping sweat onto me and I swept my tongue out to swipe a drop from my upper lip. The taste of him sent me over the edge and my dick started spurtin all over the place.

"Ooooooohhhhhhhhhh Godddddddd." I cried out. "Fuck me, please fuck me." I didn't know what I was sayin anymore, things were just pouring out of me everywhere, my words, my sweat, my cum, heat, and I swear sparks were comin off me too. My head was thrown back and my hands grabbed his hips to pull him into me as hard as I could. "FUCK! ME! FUCK!" I screamed.

"YES! Fuck, I'm cumming too! Oh shit! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He grunted and I knew he was shooting all his cum up inside me. I didn't think I could feel even better, but knowin I was takin his cum felt so right like I was made for it, like my ass was the place his cum was supposed to go. Usually a guy cums fast, like a few strokes, then pulls out right after. But not Hunter, he just slowed down, got more gentle again, repositioned so we were back fact to face and he started kissin me again while still stroking.

"God, it's still coming." He said. "It's so incredible. You're incredible." He said between deep tongue kisses.

I felt all relaxed, like nothing in the world needed doin except this, except kissin him and holdin him, and keepin my hole on his amazin dick.

Too soon, he stopped moving, keeping his dick inside me, but it was goin soft, I could feel. I still didn't want him to pull it out. I wanted his dick in me all the time.

He was murmuring all sorts of sweet things to me, rubbing his face up against mine, his beard stubble rubbin soothinly on my cheek. "You're so beautiful Victor. Such a sweet man. I love everything about you. You fit so right here in my arms."

No one had ever told me nothin like that, not afterwards, and I couldn't believe someone like him thought about me that way. I loved the way he called me a man. I loved the way his arms felt like they were comfortin me, not just holdin me in position. I loved how he wanted to touch me with his whole entire body like he was enjoyin how I felt. It was so different from all the other times. It felt like ... like .... Together. Like he wanted the same thing as me.

"Hunter..." I said. "Thank you for bein nice to me." I didn't realize sayin that would start tears fallin from my eyes, but that's what happened, and I didn't feel stupid at all.

"Hey. Hey." He said, smiling. He wiped the tears from my cheeks. "You deserve to be treated nice, stud man." He chuckled, his deep voice makin it sound so sexy. "Well I never made anyone cry before. I must have done something right."

That made me laugh, even though I was still cryin a little. "That was the best sex I ever had. But this part is even better."

He smiled. "Yeah, I have to admit, this part has to be my favorite part so far." He stroked my buzzed hair and looked deep into my eyes from just an inch away.

I sighed. "I could stare at you forever."

He cocked his head. "Am I too heavy? Do you want me to get off you?"

"No!" I said real quick. I liked his weight on me. "You aren't crushin me. Stay like this, okay?"

He grinned. "You sure?" And he relaxed, which meant all his weight came down.

Oh fuck. Damn, that felt even better, knowin I had all of him pressin down on me. That was the best part of big guys.

"Yeah. Just like that. I feel safe." I just blurted it out, I didn't know that was gonna come out of my mouth.

He whispered in my ear. "You're safe with me, Victor."

I felt the tears start again and I hugged him real tight