THIS STORY IS TOTALLY FICTITIOUS. IT CONTAINS DESCRIPTIVE SEX BETWEEN MEN. IF THIS IS OFFENSIVE TO YOU GO ELSE WHERE. IF IT IS ILLEGAL FOR YOU TO BE READING IT YOU SHOULDN'T BE HERE TO BEGIN WITH, SO JUST GO AWAY. OTHERWISE, MAY YOU ENJOY IT. JWS
FROM OUT OF NOWHERE Chapter 2
So John had been caught in Miki's web, too. He had faired worse than I had, which I found out later. Actually, I hadn't come out of it too badly, but I'd always feel a sad remorse for her husband Buddy. The night of his shipping out party he had taken me outside for a quiet talk. He had his arm around my shoulders as we walked down the middle of the street. We'd both had a lot to drink but neither of us was drunk.
"Hal, out of all those people in the house back there, you're the only one I trust to ask this."
I looked at him as he studied the pavement.
"Take care of Miki until I get housing arranged for her to come over. Keep the wolves away from her."
"Sure, Buddy, I'll do that."
He looked me in the eyes and smiled. "I know you will."
He pulled me into a brotherly hug and we walked back to the house talking of inconsequentials. (I wonder all these years later if he thought I was queer and that was why he could trust me. At that time, even I didn't suspect that I might be.) I left the party soon after. I'm sure the party last past daybreak and that several of the revelers accompanied Buddy to the plane.
The next day was Saturday and I had the day off. Buddy's plane had left before daylight. I know he had to have had a hangover and slept all the way across the Atlantic. I slept in. Around one o'clock another corpsman banged on my door yelling for me to answer the phone. I dragged my big pounding headache down the hall to the phone. I flopped into the chair and picked up the phone. I croaked a hoarse hello into it. There was a throaty seductive voice on the other end.
"There's a big bad wolf huffing and puffing at my door. Should I let him in? Or are you going to save me?" She trilled a seductive laugh.
She had taken elocution lesson when Buddy had been stationed in San Francisco years earlier. But like the saying goes: you can take the girl out of the south but you can take the south out of the girl. She had a strong South Carolinian drawl when she was on the prowl.
"He told you?"
"Of course he did, dahlin', Buddy tells me everything." She trilled another laugh, and then in a pouty little girl voice she said,
"I want to go to the beach and get some sun and I want you to take me."
I was planning on hitting the beach anyway.
"Okay, giving me half an hour. Your car or mine?" I said.
"Mine. It'll be faster, I can be on the way while you shower and dress."
I was standing on the curb when Miki wheeled up, making the tires scream as she stopped in front of me. There were several catcalls and whistling from other airmen as I got into the little red Triumph. She smiled and waved to them all. Then she turned to me.
"Hiya, handsome, ready for some sun?"
"Yeah, just do it quietly."
"Oh, poor baby's gotta hangover." She caressed my cheek. "I got some dog's hair in the cooler that'll fix you up soon as we get there."
"How can you look so good after a long night of debauchery?" I asked.
"Why, thank you, Hal. It must be my Cherokee Blood." Everything in her life she attributed to he Cherokee blood.
She drove down to Murrell's Inlet, to the paved parking lot at the end of the tall man made dunes that had been deposited there when they dug the channel out for boats There were only a couple of cars in the beach parking lot. We could see that the owners were all down on the beach. We got a blanket and the cooler out of the back. She grabbed my hand leading me away from the beach over the big man-made dunes to the dugout channel of the inlet that ran parallel to the coastline
She spread out a large blanket and started removing her clothes. I stood and watched. Miki was really something to see as she disrobed. Sensual and sexy; she was a natural strip teaser. She was wearing a white two-piece bikini. Against her bronze skin it stood out like neon at night. She'd piled her long black curls on top of her head and tied them with a hot pink ribbon. She bent over in front of me exposing a lot of cleavage and dug in her beach bag coming up with a bottle of suntan lotion.
She turned and looked at me with those big brown eyes. She grinned as she made a point of seeing the bulge in my pants.
"Are ya'll jus' gonna stand there gawkin' at me, or what?" She asked, with her hands on her hips alla Elizabeth Taylor in "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof".
I quickly came out of my thrall and shucked off my shirt and pants.
"That's quite a pistol." She whispered. I blushed crimson. She giggled.
"My, the way you blush, young Hal." She was thirty-three. I was only twenty. "I'd swear you must still be a virgin."
That made me blush all the more.
"You really are, aren't you?" She giggled, and then to herself I heard her say. "I must change that real soon."
I thought about my promise to Buddy. Hell, she was more of a wolf than most men. A she wolf.
Miki handed me the bottle of oil. She lay down on her stomach. "Unhook my top and oil my back."
I think she was asleep before I finished the backs of her legs. I sighed and lay back with my arms folded behind my head, and soon dozed off too. I don't know how long I slept, but I awoke with a shadow across my face. I opened my eyes and squinted to see who was blocking the sun. With the sun directly behind him I couldn't make out who it was.
"My, my, the mouse is already at play. Can I play, too?" He whispered.I knew the voice, but I couldn't put a face to it. And then he sat down between Miki and me. It was Capt. Michael Reneau, tall handsome and blonde, and he was a doctor. On top of all the rest of his credits he was wearing the skimpiest swimsuit I had ever seen on a man. I had been in lust with him since the day he had walk onto the ward nearly a year ago.
Miki hadn't awakened. Capt. Reneau lay back, and rolled up against me. I hadn't moved. We were touching from hip to shoulder. My skin was afire where his body touched mine. I wiggled away from him. My swimsuit was having a hard time containing its contents. He put his lips to my ear and whispered, "You knowI'm going to have her. And while I'm at it I'm going to have you, too."
He reached a hand down and cuddled my crotch in his palm. I blinked at him and he grinned. "Yes, I am really going to enjoy you, my little virgin guard dog."
Shit! Did I have VIRGIN stamped on my forehead and did everyone know about Buddies request? I looked at him, feeling stupid. I didn't know what to say. He sat back up and then stood. The movement of the blanket woke Miki. She turned over clutching her top. She sat up and fastened it as she smiled coyly at his basket and then up at his face.
"Why, Dr. Reneau, what ever are you doing here? I didn't see you at our party last night. I was sure you would come to see Buddy off, being you two worked so closely in X-ray." It was amazing how she could give a new meaning to a word like 'worked' just by the way she said it. I got an image of the two men humping each other like a couple of dogs in heat.
"I would have if I could have, my dear Miki. But I had to be at the hospital most of the night, seeing as how our Tech Sergeant was being shipped off to Germany."
"I'm sure he missed seeing you. I am sorry you missed the party."
"We said our good byes at the hospital. I'll do my best to come to your next one."
"That would be nice of you, Doctor."
"I must go. It was nice running into you. Both of you." He nodded his head at Miki and raised an eyebrow at me. I had expected a wink. As he walked away Miki turned to me.
"Buddy was fucking him you know." She stated it as a simple fact, as if to say, "there are clouds in the sky."
I never seemed to have a response when someone shocked me. I just stood there with raised eyebrows while she gathered up her clothes and started putting them on. As she fastened her skirt she looked at me and laughed.
"He's planning on you taking Buddy's place, you know. You get him and he gets me."
"NO." I barked. I stuck my legs into my pants and yanked them up.
"What? You won't let me have him too?" She was grinning at me. She was making much out of buttoning her blouse over her ample breasts.
"That's not what I meant. You can have him all to yourself."
"You're just throwing me to him? What about your promise to Buddy?" She loved playing her twisted version of Maggie the Cat.
"Miki, I just realized there is no way in Hell I could possibly keep him out of your bed if that's where you want him."
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Well, she got the good doctor and was trying to get me into her bed. But I had will power. Well--- up to a point. And she kept searching for that point. And she found it. We went to a drive in movie and she brought along a couple of bottles of champagne.
I had been raised in a tightly protective Mormon community in the beautiful little city of Santa Barbara, California and had never had a drink until I went into the service. I didn't really care for the taste of beer and hard liquors so I stayed away from them, but when I tasted the champagne--- well, it was something totally different. Miki made a game of it and I went along with it. Before I realized it I was inebriated and had no inhibitions.
We ended up in the back of her station wagon. (For some reason I didn't understand at the time why we had taken it instead of her TR3.) There was always a pile of blankets in the back. I had always thought that they were there for her three kids. Well, the laugh was on me. We stripped each other naked and slithered under the blankets. I not only lost my cherry that night I learned to do it in every conceivable position. With the windows all steamed up there was no way anyone could see in. I suppose a person could tell what was going on inside by the way the car bounced.
To this day I can still feel her nipples on the palms of my hands. She loved to have me move my palms lightly over her hard erect nipples while she slowly rode up and down on my petard.
On their first time, most guys shoot their wad almost before they get it in . Not me. For a virgin I had staying power. Why? Probably because I was really deep down a homosexual. And while, her beautiful body excited me, I was never turned completely on by her. There was always something lacking.
Later, months later, as I fucked her, she would play one of her mind games. She would describe Reneau's body, his cock and how his tight ass clinched as he fucked her. And I would get so turned on that I would blow long before I was ready. Was it the thought of having my cock buried in the same pussy that he had had his? Maybe, but I think it was most likely the vision of his tight ass clinching that did it. She would laugh at me and tease me about wanting him. I objected .
"Thou doth protest too much." She laughed and then challenged me.
"Prove it. Go out with him and find out once and for all. Discover the truth about who you really are, Hal." And then she taunted me. "Your afraid aren't you? You know I'm right and you are scared silly."
The next day on the ward I passed Captain Reneau. He raised his customary eyebrow at me as he approach.
"I'm ready." I said as I passed him. He nodded and continued on his way.
A little later he was sitting at the nurses station writing notes in a patient's file. I walked up to the counter and started studying a stat sheet. Without looking up at me he slipped a note under the sheet of paper I was looking at. I picked it up and put it in my breast pocket.
Michael, as he allowed me to I called him in private, lived off base. He had rented a small house on one of the country roads just a few minutes out the rear entrance to the base. I met him there an hour after I got off duty at three. He had prepared a nice light meal for the two of us. We sat on his rear porch to eat, looking out onto the forest. Every place is forested in South Carolina although they refer to it as woods. Whatever.
After dinner we took a stroll thru the woods to the inland waterway. We stood on the edge of this manmade canyon and watched the boats and small ships ply their way north and south. We got to know each other some before just jumping into bed and fucking our lights out. Michael was a natural bottom when it came to man sex. He wasn't interested in my cock except for lubing it well and getting it rammed up his ass. He didn't like kissing or much of any foreplay; his only interest was getting fucked as hard and as long as possible.
At first he didn't even want me to touch his cock, only queers did things like that, but as time went by I convinced him that if I was going to fuck him I got to jack him off, too, and if that made us queer nobody had to know it but the two of us. I had not, up to this time had a cock in my mouth. So, as far as gay sex was concerned, I figured I was still a virgin. I told Miki I still had strong doubts as to being gay. I still bedding her on a regular basis. She would try to getme to tell her about how it was with the good doctor. I refused. She wasn't going to have that to play against me.
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P.S. Have your read the new rewrite and new chapters I'm adding to "Someone Like You" in Beginnings? Let me hear what you think of it, and of course this new story,too. JWS js.collection@verizon.net