"Sorry, I just thought, I mean," he looked around furtively. "I heard you gave blow jobs. And someone showed me a vid, and it looked like you, and I was wondering if we could, you know, get together." He blushed as I looked up at his face again, my own going red as well.
"How did you, I mean, yeah, I guess that was me, and," I stammered like a school boy on his first date. I had been afraid of this. "Look, can you give me a number so I can reach you. Someone is due back here in a minute, and I really don't want to get into this here."
He nodded his head, like one of those head bobbers in the back window of the car. "I mean, if it is you and you, ah, like that, I would be willing to try it as well. I don't have a lot of money, so, I mean, I would give you, if you gave me. I mean," I stopped him.
"Number, please," I saw Bill heading back to the table. He rattled off a number so fast I had to ask him to say it again. I took out my cell phone and typed it in.
"Henry," he said, and, when I looked at him quizzically, he added, "my name. It's Henry."
"Fred," I said, and then quickly said, "Later. I'll call you later." He nodded nervously, turned around, and headed away quickly.
Bill sat down and looked at the retreating guy and said, "Who's that?"
"Bill, I am fucked! That guy says he saw my vid and wants to trade blowjobs. And with everything that happened yesterday, and those vids...man, I am really going to be screwed if more guys find out about this!" I was really beginning to sweat this.
"Look, Fred, if some guy is cruising gay porn, he is not going to out you to anyone. Sure, some may want to get together with you, but I don't think they are going to go running to anyone and tell them they saw you there."
As I told Bill about what had happened last night, I wondered if it had been a good way after all to earn extra money. But $2500 kept blinking in my mind!
Just after I finished telling Bill about all the stuff that had gone on last night, another guy walked up. He looked at Bill and then bent down to whisper to my face, not that Bill couldn't hear what he said. "So I hear you like to take it up the ass. And I could sure use some action. Where can I catch up with you? I hear your ass is really hot! I can't wait to get a piece of it!" He smiled and I was overcome with the smell of cigarettes on his breath.
On the other side of me a guy leaned in and said, "And you drink piss! Man, I can't believe that any soldier, let alone a guy, would let drink another guy's piss! Fuck, you are one messed up dude. So when can you take this?" he squeezed the large bulge in his pants.
"Yeah, you takin' appointments or something?" asked another guy. I looked up and there was a lines of guys going off in every direction from my table. Bill was laughing at me. He had stood up, lowered his pants and was waiving his dick at me.
"Looks like we have our own little cocksucking slut here." Bill said with a leer on his face. "I think if I was charge $20 bucks a `head' so to speak and I'll make a fortune!" Guys were waiving money around in front of my face.
I put my face in my hands and started crying. I was so humiliated, so ashamed, so embarrassed that I didn't think I would ever be able to go back to my barracks. "No! Please no! I am not a cocksucker!" I screamed.
"Fred!" he yelled shaking me. "Wake up, Fred!" It was a difficult climb out of the dark hole of sleep. I shook my head. Walter was standing over me. He had obviously been shaking me. It took a bit for my eyes to focus.
I shook my head and tried to figure out fact from dreams. I looked down at myself. I saw tangled up in a sheet and I was naked. "What happened?" I asked, still trying to figure out what was going on. I lifted the sheet and saw that my pubic hair was still there. What was real and what wasn't?
"After your session with Tom, I walked him out and when I came back, you were passed out on the couch. I put a sheet over you. I filmed a couple of other guys over about 3 hours. I came back and you were still passed out. I don't know how many beers you had, but you were out!" He shook his head.
"I usually don't let guys spend the night here, but I couldn't send you out in the condition you were in. And so I called a couple of guys to see if they might come over this morning and we could do a couple more sessions if you are up to it."
He looked at me and then said, "Do you still need the money?"
I had to think. The dream had really brought my fear to the fore front of my mind. Would I be found out? And would the guys line up in the mess to get me to take care of them?
"How much have I made so far?" I asked, wiping my eyes and rubbing my temples. I thought I had only one beer, but I really felt hung over.
"Let's see," Walter said, checking a clipboard, "about $700." There was a look on his face and made me wonder what was going on.
I knew I had about $1200 - $1500 of debts to pay off and I was running out of time, especially after I had bragged that I was paying everyone off last night.
I nodded, "Yeah, I need the money," I said without a lot of enthusiasm. Sunday morning and I was going to do more gay sex. I wondered what these guys would look like. I shuddered as I thought of the public humiliation at the hands of the bikers in my dreams.
I felt so groggy that I had difficulty getting up from the couch. And I thought that I had sticky cum on my stomach. Had I cum in my sleep?
He gave me some kind of drink that he said would revive me. Some kind of energy drink I guess, but it tasted very fruity.
He led me out to his back porch. The sun was so bright that it blinded me for a moment. I squinted until I could make out where I was. His house backed up to a recreation area. There was a baseball field, a children's playground on the far side, picnic tables and BBQs.
There was no back fence to his yard, it just continued on into the park. It took a moment or two for me to realize that I was standing outside naked in a public park! I covered my crotch and turned back to the house. Walter was there, he was laughing. He held out a pair of old gym shorts. "Put these on," he said.
I complied and then stood there. "Come with me," he said and led the way out to the baseball field. It was empty, but in the open. He walked over carrying a camera. He stopped by the entrance to the field. He picked up a bat that was there.
"Take a couple of swings for me," he said and aimed his camera and I docily went along. He smiled and said, "Push the shorts down a bit."
I smiled and pushed the front and back down until my crack showed and the top of my pubes. He took several pictures including with me using my hand to push down the front.
"Now push them lower," he said and aimed his camera. I was totally horny and really wanted to do whatever he said. I pushed down more until half my ass was showing and the top of my swelling dick.
He smiled as if he thought something was funny. He took several shots with me with the bat over my shoulder and my pants pushed down with the other hand.
"Now, drop the bat and reach inside your shorts and stroke your cock," he suggested in a mild voice.
I wanted to get off so badly. I was definitely horny! I reached into the shorts and began stroking my cock. It felt so good! I wished I could wrap my own lips around it and suck! Or maybe Walter would suck it, or maybe I could suck his! Man, I was fucking horny! I wanted it bad!
"Okay, push them down a little lower," he said in the same calm voice. I followed his direction and now the back was nearly off my ass and the front was down showing most of the length of my hardening cock.
He took more shots and I felt myself getting to the point where my dick was going to pop out. I was itching my dick with one finger as I continued to push the front down.
He smiled and said, "Okay, why don't you push them down so you cock pops free."
It didn't take much to get it to pop out and up. It swelled to full size and bobbed up and down. I wanted to just stroke it or get it sucked or fuck something or anything!
He took several other shots. I started looking at his crotch. Maybe I could suck him or he could fuck me! And then I could fuck him! Maybe he had some chick lined up for me to fuck!
I reached down and stroked my cock. He smiled and took some more shots. "Just push them down to your knees now," he suggested.
"Fucking A!" I screamed and pushed them down. I wanted them off! I kicked them free of my feet. I stood with my legs apart, balls swinging and stroked. He took shot after shot of me like this He walked around me taking shots and at first I kept turning with him. Then he told me to stand still and I just kept pumping away. I was pumping my ass into my fist, tightening my butt with each thrust. He captured every angle, including lying on the ground and shooting up between my legs.
He had me squat down and show my hole while I was jerking. He told me to insert my finger and I sighed as I pushed it in.
I saw a guy walking across the field. I smiled, faced him and kept stroking.
Walt was having a field day shooting pics.
The guy was getting closer. I heard a yell and turned. There was Bill coming towards me at a run from the house. Walter stood up and started backing away from him. I was sure Bill was there to fuck me or have me fuck him. I didn't care I just wanted it to happen. I had a grin from ear to ear as I looked at him and stroked my dick.
He grabbed hold of Walter's shirt and punched him in the nose. Walter fell on his ass holding his nose. "Fucking asshole!" Bill was screaming.
He came over to me then, grabbed me and shook me. "Snap out of it Fred!" he screamed into my face. "Get your fucking shorts on, now!" he sounded like my drill sergeant. And I wanted to suck his cock!
But he slapped me upside the face and said, "Come on, get them on, NOW!" I shook my head. I looked down at my drooling dick. I had difficultly focusing on my shorts. He grabbed them and then helped me get them on.
I just got them pulled up with someone came up. "You're not stopping the show now, are you?" the guy asked.
Bill growled at him, "Fuck off!"
Bill pulled Walter to his feet and with Walter in one hand and me in the other led us back to the house.
Once in the house, he threw Walter in a chair and pushed me against a wall. I leaned there trying to make sense of what was happening.
"What the fuck do you think you are pulling?" Bill yelled at Walter. "I saw the vid you did of Fred passed out on your couch. You uncovering him, feeling him up, sucking him and making him cum. And your note that you had a jar-head that you had drugged, so he passed out. And how you planned on feeding him some ecstasy, Viagra and some shit to make him compliant."
He ranted, "What kind of shit is this!" he put his face right in Walter's. "He willing came here and had done anything you suggested. The poor fucker needs the money. And you take fucking advantage of him! What kind of shit is that! You have never pulled that crap before!"
He stood over him with his hand cocked back about ready to lay into him again. I just wanted him to get done so I could get off! I was rubbing the front of my shorts and leaving a big wet spot. "You owe him sucker and you owe him big!"
Walter cowered and said, "Yes, whatever you say. I am sorry. I really am!" He shook his head, "he just looked so innocent, so pliable, I wanted to do things with him that I could never do with any other guy. He was so perfect in the vids, so willing, but I wanted even more willing. I wanted to push the envelope with him. I wanted him naked outside in the park jerking. I wanted him to kneel naked at some stranger's feet and suck him off." He shook his head and put it in his hands; I don't know what happened to me."
He got up skirting Bill's cocked fist and went to a box on the shelf. He pulled out a thick wad of bills and stuffed them into an envelope. "Take it. It is all I have. I would give him more, if I could," he really seemed like he was going to cry. I just wanted to fuck!
Bill took the money, stuffed it in his pocket. He then dragged me into the living room. He tried to find all my clothes. But I didn't want to put them on. He gathered them up into a ball, stuffed them under his arm and pulled me out of the house.
He got me into his car, buckled me in, and then went around, got in and started the car. "I'm taking you to a motel until this all wears off."
On the drive, I kept trying to play with my cock. I wanted to pull my clothes off. At the motel, I was pulling my shorts off while Bill got a key or something. He pulled my shorts up and led me to the room.
In the room, I pulled off my clothes and then went after him. I tried to kiss him, I wanted to unzip his pants and suck him. I wanted him to suck me. "I want sex!" I said.
He kept fighting me, but finally gave up. He stripped down and I attacked him. I don't remember too much after that, but I know it felt good!
Later I woke up. My head hurt and it was dark outside. I realized I was in a hospital bed. I tried to jerk myself upright, but my wrists were restrained. Bill was asleep in the chair next to me. He woke with a start and jumped up to the bed. "It's okay, Fred. You are okay, just calm down." He patted my arm. I started to ask him the million questions that popped to mind, but a man in white clothes came in.
He proceeded to check several monitors, and then he looked into my eyes with a bright light. He checked the drip.
"You seem to be over the worst of it. I think we can take the restraints off. I'll send the doctor in to check you out, but until then I am going to release your arms." He looked me in the eyes and smiled. "You promise not to run away?"
I nodded, not knowing what to say. He chuckled and undid the straps around my wrists. I rubbed them and waited for him to leave the room. As soon as the door closed I turned to Bill, "What's going on?"
He put his hand on my arm. I looked up to his eyes. There was warmth and concern there. He patted my arm, "I tried to take care of you at the motel, but you were freaking out."
He smiled and reddened. "At first you were quite affectionate, but then you completely lost it and went running down the hallway of the motel, knocking on doors and asking people if they wanted sex. And you were quite graphic in your requests!"
I rewound what he had said, "What do you mean `affectionate'?" I asked taking his hand in mine.
His blush deepened, "I mean you wanted to please me in any way you could and wanted me to do likewise." He chuckled, "it was like being on a first date in high school. There were hands, mouths, tongues and all, everywhere." He smiled, "You were quite amorous."
I went beet red, "I'm sorry, Bill," I said, mortified.
He patted my hand, "Look, I participated in this, too. You were pretty amazing." He lowered voice, "I have never experience anything like that with a man." He cleared his throat, "I mean, I have done the things for Walter and gotten paid for it. But that was more like going through the motions, not really engaging my emotions; in fact, probably trying not to engage them. But this was different."
"Fred, I am taking a huge risk here telling you this, but I have to. I think for your benefit and mine." He smiled and I swear there was moisture in his eyes. This was a fucking soldier!
But I felt the warmth and sincerity of what he was trying to say. I tried desperately to remember what had happened but it was all a fog. "You don't have to say anything, if you don't want," I said and then added, "I don't remember anything."
"I know. But the doc says you might have flashes of memory and I need to say this." He swallowed again. "I enjoyed being there with you, holding you and, and having sex with you. It wasn't like doing it in front of the cameras for Walter. It felt so different."
He stood up straighter, "Any way, I couldn't handle when you went crazy. I had to call into the base. They told me to bring you in and they could keep a lid on it better than if they came out to get you." He looked me in the eyes. "I had to tell them what you were on and what you were doing, but I didn't tell them what we did," he hurriedly added.
"I managed to get you into the car with a sheet around you. On the way in, you passed out. I got you to the hospital and they started working on you. I had to call Walter and find out exactly what he had given you." He looked scared, "He really fucked you up by first knocking you out so he could basically molest you while you were passed out. Then in the morning, he fed you a combination of drugs that didn't mix well, nor did they mix with what he had already given you."
He took a deep breath and went on, "Some friend of his had concocted it for him and told him that it would make whoever took it horny, compliant and ready to do anything that was suggested. Fortunately he bragged in his blog what he was going to do. When I read it, I got someone to drive me out to his place. I knew my car was there."
He looked at me again with such concern, "When I saw you and the way you were acting, I went ballistic and nearly killed Walter. He sure did get scared, especially when the hospital called to find out what he had given you." He smiled, "I think you will be living on the gravy train for quite a while, now."
He laughed, "He gave me $3000 before we left and on the phone he said he was getting $10,000 together to give you, if you wouldn't press charges." His smiled broadened.
"I am making him sweat. I told him that I would have to talk to you when you woke up. I think he is having the money sent over now."
"But the doc was concerned that there whether there was going to be any permanent damage to you or not." He smiled, "And I don't mean whether your dick will ever work again, I mean up here you dumb fuck!" he said tapping my head. This was the Bill I knew.
"He said it all depended on how you were when you woke up." Before he could go on, a guy that had to be the doctor entered. He introduced himself and then began checking me over thoroughly. Without saying anything, he lifted my gown and checked over my balls and dick. "Roll over," he said as he held all the wires and tubes out of the way. Once I was on my stomach, he spread my cheeks and looked at my hole.
I blushed again, but he didn't seem to notice or care. "Okay, back over." I turned over and laid down on my back. I felt stiff and sore. He asked me a whole series of questions about what day it was, what had I eaten yesterday, what I had done yesterday, what I remembered about this morning, and on and on.
Finally, he wrote some stuff in the file that was hanging at the end of my bed. He looked up to me and then to Bill. "Look, I had to put something in your file. I just put down that someone gave you a knockout concoction in order to steal your money and all. Nothing of what went on sexually," he looked between Bill and I, "that might have gone on is not going into your file."
He sat on the edge of my bed and spoke a little softer. "Look if any of that got out, your life would be a living hell and it might lead to a dishonorable discharge. According to your file, you have been a good soldier and I think you have a lot more to give."
He looked at Bill for a bit and then said, "Look, I understand. Really I do. I have been there, well am there. But I am not asking and you are not telling." He looked between us again. "I am not saying there is or isn't anything to be concerned about. I don't know anything."
He looked at Bill again and said, "But judging by what I am seeing, I think there is or could be."
He stood up, "Fuck! Okay, I am dancing around this because I have to. But guys, do what you feel is right, but don't do it on the base or where you can get caught." He wiped his face. That's when I looked at him and saw the strength and resolve in his eyes. His sun baked tan, accented by the short blond hair, made his masculinity jump out at you.
"Look, I managed to arrange this private room for you by breaking about a dozen policies and rules, but after seeing how upset Bill was and the shape you were in I just had an inkling that you two needed to be alone."
He smiled awkwardly, "So I am giving instructions to the nurses that you are in need of rest and not to be disturbed for until dinner time and that is in 2 hours." He reached over and patted my leg. "This guy obviously cares about you and you have a lot to thank him for."
He patted my leg once again, looked at Bill and then left.
I needed time to digest what he had said. "Bill, I, ah," I started but didn't know where to go.
"Shhh," he said. Then making some kind of decision after looking at the closed door, he leaned down and kissed me tenderly on the lips.
Emotions overwhelmed me then and like a little kid I started bawling. I gripped him tightly and pulled him close to me. He ended up on the bed next to me. I couldn't say anything, but I knew this felt right. Maybe Walter had done something right by bringing the two of us together.
Then for some reason my mind went to images of me sucking off guys or getting fucked while being filmed and my dick swelled a bit. I wondered if Bill and I couldn't get our only gig going for soldiers that wanted to earn a bit of extra money.
I laughed into Bill's kiss. When he asked what, I put my finger on his lip, "Later," I said. I wanted to make the most of the time alone that we had. Planning to make extra money could wait. And for some reason a flash of my dream popped into my head and this time I laughed to myself at the vision of a line of guys lining up at my bunk in the barracks!
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