Dupree, Most Unlikely Part Four
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Easy Like Sunday Morning
I woke up again about 1000; Alex radiated heat, enough to make me sweat; still, I wasn't about to move. What am I going to do with the boy, I thought and then, what are we gonna do when we get back? I got up as carefully as I could and used the toilet and brushed my teeth. I pulled a pair of underwear on and sat down in one of the chairs to cogitate. After a few minutes I dressed and slipped out the door, got my old thermos out of the backseat of my Jeep, and ran a third of a mile to the little over-priced convenience store, got some pastries, coffee, orange juice, milk, cream and sugar and jogged back to the room. Alex Dupree was sitting up in the bed watching ESPN. His pouting lip melted me like always, and like always I smiled. What are we going to do back on post? That cruel thought insinuated itself unbidden into my mind; I pushed it away, but it loomed over my thoughts.
"Continental breakfast is served," I said with a flourish of my hands.
He hopped up; I was a little disappointed to see that he had put a pair of PT shorts on while I was gone, but from the outline in front, and the way they clung in the rear, he had foregone underwear--sweet.
We ate in companionable silence, and watched the TV. Then Alex said,
"You know we have to go back today, but . . . we really shouldn't be . . . together just yet."
"I was thinking the same thing . . . what should we . . . uh, how . . . do we, you know. I was pretty uh, harsh in my opinion of you."
He smiled that crooked smile again. "I wasn't very . . . kind? . . . in my assessment of you either."
"We'll have to figure something out, `cause I think I'm . . . getting used to you."
"That's a good way to put it--I'm used to you too." He stood up and started pacing.
I sighed, reached out and pulled his barely clad body to me. I hugged his waist and felt his manhood press against me. I kissed his hard abs just above the waist band of his shorts; his boy toy stiffened against my right pectoral. I gripped his butt and pulled him tighter to me, he ground his dick against me just as hard. I stood, still pressing him against me, and kissed him, bending him back further forcing his hard sex to grind against me. We broke the kiss; his hands slid down and undid my pants, which fell to the floor about my ankles, and slid my underpants down as well. He gave me a little shove and I sat back in the chair. I was rock hard, as was Alex; the wet spot on his PT trunks showed his eagerness. He quickly removed them. He sat on my lap facing me, pushed my shirt up and behind my neck and kissed me fiercely; he stood without breaking our kiss, lined my bone up with his hole and slid down it. The heat was intense and it was oh so snug--gods what a feeling--he bounced on the bone for a few minutes then all at once I couldn't take it any longer. I stood with him impaled on my spike and laid him back on the bed; I pounded him for all I was worth; his hand blurred as he beat his dick. He sprayed come all over himself and the bed and hit my chest and chin with a few squirts as well. That set me off and I blew as deep inside him as I could get. I slid out of him and sank to the floor on my knees, dazed; he lay equally dazed on the corner of the bed.
"Fuck," I said, "that was fun."
""True, but that don't solve our problem; we don't exist as "we" out there."
"Yeah, but this does give us incentive to figure something out--not that you aren't worth the trouble, but I don't want to have to rent a room and spirit you to it every time either of us wants sex."
"You're right, but that brings us back to where we started."
"Let me wash your hot little self and then we'll try to be rational."
We adjourned to the shower and washed each other, with only a few kisses; we dressed and gathered our gear and checked out. I drove north on CA 1; a pall was over us, so I concentrated on driving while Alex stared out the window. We stopped at Salmon Creek and hiked up the front trail, even the glorious view from the top failed to lighten our mood by much. Dupree drove us north from there to Jade Cove where we stopped again and, finding a secluded spot, made out for an agreeable half hour. We continued north, with me driving again. I stopped south of Point Sur Light Station, and we hiked down to the ocean from there. Dupree drove us to the Light Station where we stopped again. This time we didn't even get out of the car; just sat and stared at the lighthouse on the bluff.
"No matter how much we stall or how long we take, Ft Ord will still be there, and this weekend will end."
"I know," I murmured, "Maybe we can talk our sections into sending us to Hunter Liggett as advanced party."
"That might work for me, but you're promotable which means you're too senior to do a private's job."
"It might be worth a shot though."
"Well, your chief can't no worse than say no and call you stupid."
"He does that all the time anyway--fuck, I wish we'd just kept our opinions to ourselves."
"Well, let's be quiet about each other from now on and in a little while we can break-the-ice in the company."
"That's best for now I guess," I said resignedly.
"Yup, cowboy, it is."
We kissed briefly and got back on the road. We didn't stop again until we were on post. I had him pull over at the I Corps gym, about half the post away from our barracks so we were unlikely to be seen by anyone we knew, and we could mess around in the steam room and shower at the back (gay spot) before we had to go back.
I admit I am a danger sex addict; the possibility of getting caught--I get hard just thinking about it! This place though was one of those public secrets that all military bases had/have. Late on a Sunday afternoon though, this place was like the backroom at a gay bookstore; the lighting was deliberately bad, and the way the locker room and environs were arranged around it, there were plenty of places to break regulations and splatter walls and floors (the civilians that ran the place were a real life gay couple so . . .).
We went in, drew towels and headed to the back. As soon as we were in our towels and back near the steam room, Alex pounced on me, threw me up against the wall, devoured my mouth, spun me around, spat on his dick and was balls deep in me before my eyes had even adjusted to the dark. I let out a gasp and a low moan--the noise drew an audience--soon my dick was engulfed by an unidentified mouth and I found ecstasy. Dupree was hitting the spot, and the mouth was working my piece; it couldn't last long and it didn't. I unloaded what felt like a quart of come into the mouth, and felt Dupree do the same inside me. We broke the coital embrace and we, just Dupree and me, headed to the shower.
In the shower, we ignored two other soldiers, a cute little blonde boy and hot Latino as they fucked in there; Alex and I made out under the hot water until the bell rang for closing time. We hurried out dressed and headed to drop Dupree at his car.
It was completely dark by the time we reached his car; we kissed deeply once, twice and a third time.
"We gotta go. Fuck I hate it."
"I wish . . ." I said.
"I know, see you later."
I headed back to our parking lot and was in my room, gloomy as mourner within ten minutes. Tomorrow we would have pretend nothing happened; that we still hated each other. How could I keep from beaming when next I saw him? How could I manage . . . not showing I cared?
It would have to shake out like it would shake out. Gods I hope soon.
Sorry about the delay friends and brethren, but life intervenes with some really nasty, uncalled for, pain-in-the-ass crap. Let us leave it at that. I won't leave you hanging again.
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