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
A note to you who read this story: This is a long story covering a couple of decades. The problem presented in the beginning will not be dealt with until near the end, many chapters into the woof and warp. I will jump from the present to the past, back and forth, weaving this tale. It might behoove you to go back and reread previous chapters if you tend to feel that you've lost the thread of the story. I assure you it is there
FROM OUT OR NOWHERE Chapter 5
Rob and I were still constant companions. I don't believe he ever went out with Miki, until the night she enticed the two of us into going to a beach party. How we ended up a mile from the party, on the backside of the dunes with her and a full bottle of gin I have never figured out. But I had discovered I liked gin at that point of the evening, and I was blissful. Miki could probably have sneaked off with Rob, but he insisted that I accompany them.
We kept passing the gin back and forth until there were no inhibitions left. I sat there beside the two of them, Rob in the middle, as Miki commenced to have her way with him. He was not objecting. He kept trying to make out with both Miki and me. When he took the initiative towards fucking her, I took the bottle of gin and wandered over to the ocean side of the beach. At that point I didn't want to be part of the rest of it. I figure I'd just let him get it out of his system.
I sat and watched the glitter of moonbeam reflections on the water until I was convinced I could walk on them all the way to the edge of the world. I woke up a hundred feet out, treading water. I manage to make my way back to the beach still fully clothed.. I found my bottle of gin and drained the last of it down my gullet and meandered down the beach, wading in the gentle wash of the low tide, stripping off my wet clothes as I went and dropping them along the way. Naked, I wandered out of the water and up the dunes to Miki's station wagon. I crawled into the pile of blankets in the back and passed out.
I awoke to Miki's frantic hysterical screaming. I sat in the back of the station wagon watching. She was areal drama queen. Apparently, she was expressing her grief at my drowning, while Rob kept insisting I wasn't dead.
" Hal, Hal." She screamed.
She threw a temper tantrum stomping her bare feet in the sand.
"Damn him, he makes me crazy with his little controlling games. If he's not dead then where the hell is he?"
I crawled out of the car with a blanket wrapped around me like a Indian Chief. I wandered up to them. Neither one of them saw me until I spoke.
"How in hell can a person sleep with you screaming like a banshee?" I asked her. Miki Jumped like she'd been touch with and electric cattle prod.
Rob grabbed me in a bear hug.
"I knew you were okay." He said kissing the top of my head. Miki glared at me, double up her fists and started pounding on my chest.
"God damn you, Hal Jordan, you scared me out of my wits."She
screamed.
I tried to grabbed her wrists. But Rob beat me to it so I continued to stand in between his arms. He somehow managed to keep me pressed firmly against his chest. The blanket had fallen to the sand.
"What are you babbling about?" I asked. "I went for a swim and then being I was left to my own," I felt Bob's arms tighten around me. "I crawled into the back of your wagon and took a nap." I had a hard time keeping from laughing at her incredulity.
"Your clothes were washing up in the surf, I just knew you had drowned. Why didn't you answer when I called you?" She was still screaming at me.
"I thought you were enjoying your moment of drama."
"God damn you, Hal. And your little games." She wrenched free of Rob's grasp and managed to hit me in the face before she was satisfied.
"Come on you two lets go back to the base. It's really late." Rob said.
We all piled into the front seat, with Miki driving. I sat in the middle with Rob's arms wrapped around me. Miki would look at me occasionally and then swing her arm, striking me across the chest. I just grinned at her. She may have gotten Rob's cock up her twat, but I still won.
Two weeks later Rob got his discharge papers. He was heading back to L.A. to complete his degree in Law at USC. We sat on a dune late into the night talking. It's funny how we never discussed a possible future together at that time.
I'm now sure it was very present on both our minds, but we kept it to ourselves, while secretly planning to seduce the other as soon as I got out. He knew I was heading for UCLA Medical School in eight months. He would be across town a USC studying law.
We had become the closest of friends, and though we both desired each other sexually, we neither made an advance on the other. I had fucked the good doctor and Miki many times over, and I assumed that Rob had had straight sex while were in the service. We backed off on making sexual advances to each other. This caused a very strong tension between us, a bond that would hold us together through the rest of our lives, even if I didn't know that at the time.
A week after Rob left, Miki got her papers to join Buddy in Germany. She called me wanting to get together one last time. I politely told her to fuck off; I'd had my fill of one-upmanship games with her. I was relieved to see her go. And to Hell with Buddy too, I thought to myself as I hung up on her.
I talked to Rob every couple of weeks. It was in those conversations that we started to really making plans for the future. We were going to room together while we went to school. Rob found a place in -----. A duplex with two bedrooms, a living room a kitchen and a shared bath. He took in a roommate until I was due to start school.
I was left to myself for the last eight months of my tour of duty. I was eligible for one last TDY assignment to Thailand before I got out. I had nothing against the Viet Nam War; I simply didn't want to go off to some foreign country. I went to see Dr. Levine. I don't know what he wrote in my records, but suddenly I was no longer up for it.
I spent my days off lazing on the beach. I would occasionally have a beer with my barracks mates, but I didn't socialize with anyone else at all. And then came that fateful June morning that John Peyton walked through my life.
There was something about John that made me want to hold him, love him, protect him. He was a little shorter than me, and slender. His straight black hair hanging over his forehead, the sparkle in his eyes, the turned up corners of his mouth that made one suspect there might be a bit of impishness about his once you got to know him. I never had the chance to know him that well. There was a shadow in his eyes that seemed to plead that I not hurt him, that said he had been hurt before, hurt badly. I wondered if it had anything to do with Miki. At first he wouldn't talk about it.
He suggested a walk through the woods. As we stepped off the porch of the little cabin I casually put my arm around his shoulder. He glanced up at me to see what my intentions were. I am not a touchy-feely person. I don't touch people I'm not emotionally close to, and I don't like to be touched by them either. As I said there was something about John that made me want to get close to him, to know him.
I smiled at him and pulled him against my side. He stopped and turned, wrapping his arms around my chest. I hugged him in return.
"She really got to you, didn't she?"
"I knew you would see it and understand."
"You want to talk about it?" I asked.
"Yes, but not right now. Let's just enjoy the day. God, it is so beautiful and tranquil here."
I looked around me. This wasn't wild woods we were walking through. Everything was manicured. But so skillfully done that it looked totally natural. It's just that there were no dead branches anywhere and there was bracken only in strategic places. John had his hands stuffed in his pockets and his head down ignoring these beautiful surroundings.
"I have to be going back to my family soon." He said under his breath as though he were thinking out loud.
"Did you say something?" I ask, although I had heard him clearly.
"No, no, nothing." He was flustered.
"So, John tell me about your background."
"Why would you want to hear that? It has nothing to do with us--now-- here."
I chuckled. "Of course it does. Our families are what defines us."
"Excuse me, that is so much bullshit."
"Not really." I said. I stopped and turned facing him. "Let me see what I can tell you about your family from what little I know about you. You come from old southern aristocracy. Money. Controlled by a dictatorial patriarch. You love your mother, but think she is weak. You have a love/hate relationship with your father. You are expected to go home marry the girl of his choice, have 2 children. One of them has to be a boy. You're Gay and you want to rebel, but Daddy holds the purse strings. So you are going to relent and do as he dictates and hope he dies before you."
"Fuck you, Hal Jordan. You're making that up. You don't know shit about me."
"I know.. So how much of what I said is true?"
He ignored my question as he intently studied the ground in from of each foot. It was an up hill climb as we headed toward the beach. The cypress had given way to Yellow Jack Pine. There were some low outcroppings of rock. We crested the hill. There was a sharp drop off to the wide beach below. The blue expanse of the Atlantic spread out before us. This was private property so there was no crowd of tourists like there was a half-mile down the coast.
We stood there silent, as I took in the natural beauty. John was looking dejected and involved in his thoughts. I put and arm around his shoulders.
"I apologize, John. I was out of line making those conjectures."
He sighed and gazed up the coast.
"No need. You were totally right."
Again there was a long silence. It wasn't uncomfortable. I liked being near him. He was certainly no strain on my eyes. I watched him struggling with his devils.
"Have you ever thought of striking out on your own, making your own way in life?" I asked
"Father wouldn't allow me to succeed if I did try such a thing. He's very influential and has long arms. A word from him and I'd be out on the street."
"Even as far away as Los Angeles?"
"Even there."
"So what are your plans?"
"I'll do as you guessed."
"Do you think you'll ever be happy that way?"
"What does happiness have to do with it?"
I didn't answer; the question confounded me.
"Now I'll have this time with you and then I'll go on to Florida, finish school, go to work for father, and hope to, somehow, someday, have a life of my own."
He turned and looked up at me as though he were asking me what I thought. I remained silent and returned his gaze. Finally, he looked out toward the horizon. A single tear trickled down his cheek.
"No, happiness has nothing to do with it." He murmured to himself. I stepped behind him and wrapped him in my arms. He laid his head back against my chest. I rested my cheek against his hair. It was silky soft. We stood there for at least half an hour. Finally, he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. I raised my head. He turned in my arms, looking up at me.
"Let's go back to the cabin. Would you lay with me? Just hold me for a while?"
I squeezed him tightly and kissed him on his forehead.
"Anything for you, John." I said.
I took his hand and we wended our way back to the little gray weathered cabin. I led him to the bed and undressed him as one would a child. I pulled the covers down on the bed and he crawled in. I then undressed myself. He lay there watching. There was no lust or even curiosity in his expression. I walked around the bed and scooted in beside him. He turned facing me and moved into my embrace. He lay his face against my chest and soon fell asleep. I caressed his hair, neck and upper back until I relaxed, too, and fell into a light slumber.
I was awakened by a gentle hand cupping my cheek. I opened my eyes and stared right into John's. He smiled and caressed my temple with his fingertips. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation.
The sun was low in the sky. As we lay snuggled in that soft cozy bed I watched the light shining on the east wall fade away. The sun was below the trees and would soon set for the night. My stomach growled. John chuckled and rubbed his hand over it.
"Where would you like to have dinner?" He asked.
I thought for a moment. I recalled a quaint little seafood restaurant just south of Merrill's Inlet that Bob had taken me to just before he went back to California. I described it to John leaving out the details about Bob. He loved the idea of going there.
He started to dress in the clothes he'd worn.
"John, put on a slacks and a dress shirt. We can stop at the base on our way and I'll change, too."
"Oh this isn't just a little fish shack then?"
"Really, it's a nice place. Plus we'll get treated better if the lady who runs it thinks we're more than just a couple of roughneck airmen."
We pigged out on Deviled Crab, a small bucket of clams, and boiled lobsters with lots of melted butter. We laughed and joked, letting him forget for a while that he was a condemned man. We went back to the little cabin. When we closed the door behind us, he suddenly became aggressive, kissing my face, ears and neck. He unbuttoned my shirt and flung it from my body and attacked my chest and nipples. I turned the tables and started on him doing the same things. He was really getting into what I was doing to him. I had his shirt unbuttoned and started pulling it off of his shoulders when he suddenly stiffened and whimpered turning away from me.
"John, did I do something wrong?"
"No, of course not. It's me."
"What? You have nothing to be ashamed of." I said misinterpreting what he meant. "You a very handsome desirable man."
"No. You don't understand" His shirt still hung off his shoulders the long sleeves still buttoned. He hugged his arms to himself tightly, with his head bowed.
"Tell me John. What is I don't understand."
"I did some sick things to myself. I don't know how to tell this."
He sat on the edge of the bed rocking his upper body.
"It's okay, John. Get past it. I'm not going to judge you."
He nodded and continued to rock for a moment. Then he looked at me. He held out his left arm his fingers curled into a fist. I studied him. He looked down at his arm and back at me. I got the message. I unbuttoned the sleeve and rolled it back. His arm was a mass of red angry slash scars. I shuddered, and then looked up at him.
"Why?" I asked.
"I've gone through intensive analysis over this. You want their pat answer?"
"Miki?"
"Oh, she was part of it, but by a long shot, not a lot."
I remained silent letting him take his time.
"I don't want to be queer. I hate myself. I'm weak. Morally weak."
The way he said it I knew he had already passed judgement on himself. He had come up lacking in his own eyes. There was no self pity, no feeling sorry for himself. Just a flat out statement of fact. He stared at his abused arms. He looked up at me. There was a pleading in his eyes.
"I need you to fuck me Hal. Punish me. Make me scream for mercy."
"I will make love to you, John. I will not willingly hurt you."
"Then make love to me, John."
"Are you sure you want this?"
"Yes. Do it."
We picked up where we had left off a few minutes ago. John's passion was intense. He soon had me on my back. I thought he was going to try to fuck me. He felt me tensing up.
"Relax, Hal, this is the way your going to fuck me. I'm going to be in control."
As he talked he had his hand on my ridged pole guiding it to his anus. I was leaking like a faucet with a worn out washer. He rubbed the head of my cock around his hole. The feeling was intense. I arched up and as I did, he plugged himself the full length of my throbbing rod. We both screamed in pain as he sat down on my pelvis, totally impaled on my petard. I tried to throw him off. He'd have nothing of it. He grabbed my hands, as we struggled he continued to raise up and then impale himself forcefully. It was beginning to feel good for both of us.
When he saw that I was no longer trying to buck him off, he let go of my hands and grabbed both of my nipples pinching and twisting them. It hurt like hell, but I was really getting into what he was wanting. I pulled him down on to my chest and rolled over. I bit his shoulder causing him to yell out in pain. I raised up, grabbing his ankles,pushing his knees down next to his head, I started slamming into him as hard as I could.
"Yes, yes, yes."he yelled, raising his ass to meet my every thrust. "Fuck me harder, harder, harder."
Suddenly with no warning he was covering his chest and face with shot after shot of hot cum. The sight of his cum covered face pushed me over the edge and I filled his hot well-fucked ass with my seed.
I collapsed and rolled to the side as my cock slowly lost its hardness. I fell into a relaxed slumber. I remember hearing him lightly snoring before I lost consciousness.
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