The sun rose and Mickie rolled off the brand new mattress to the floor. There wasn't much of a drop since the delivery guys put the mattress on the floor where he pointed. The metal frame lay nearby still wrapped in it's plastic covering.
He was too tired to set it up last night. The boxes too were piled here and there since he and two friends from San Diego helped him unload their truck.
"You guys can crash here" he had offered. They had slept together for a few years so one more night would have been their last.
"Naw we gotta head north, my folks are waitin" Schafer said. He and Cornick waved good bye. They didn't hug him their friendship wasn't too emotional though Cornick did swat him on his very round buttocks as he walked out the door.
Guys had forever been patting him there. It's the price of having a bubble butt. And even during basic training the Seargant called him Bubble instead of his last name like the other Marines.
He sighed it was morning and there was much to do. He carried the bowl of cereal around with him as he toured the one bedroom apartment his savings had helped him obtain in Los Angeles.
The four years in the corps had prepared him for his freedom. Going back to Avon, Georgia was not part of his plan though he had told his Mother he was considering it.
Mickie needed to be free, to be on his own, to get a job, make friends and start his life, a new one different from the one that had awaited him back in his hometown.
"Blue I think" he said to nobody in particular as he stared at the walls in his bedroom to be. The room was empty and the white walls begged for paint, pictures and curtains.
Hours later he poured the newly purchased can of paint into the tray and dipped the roller into the substance. It dripped on his arm as he let it rest on the walls.
"Shit, new fucking shirt" he said to himself and immediately stripped naked. The warm Los Angeles temperature made it more comfortable and the apartment's lack of air conditioning agreed.
He reached up with the extended handle and let the roller turn his white walls into a home.
Nobody in the corp knew about him just as nobody in his hometown knew. There was one person back there do did actually but he was nameless and probably forgot all about the cute young kid who begged him for a second time after the first forced one.
There were guys in the corps who were extremely friendly at times. But everyone jacked off all the time in his squad and platoon. They were all in their late teens and early twenties, away from girl friends, scared of whores and too poor to afford quality ones.
Late night showers were an euphonism and often shared though nobody touched each other. Still they shared the darkness, the hot water, the sounds and the relief. Some he had heard there was an even later habit but he dared not try to find out if it was true. They were still on the hunt for fags to kick out of the corps no matter what the President said.
He let the paint drip down on his shoulders, bare chest, butt and even his cock that rose and fell depending on where his mind traveled.
Shaffer called to say they were stoned.
Mickie returned to his painting not seeing the occasional neighbor who walked by the walkway that was next to his windows.
Some stopped and watched his slim, muscled naked form. Others glanced and respected his privacy.
The darkness hid them after the sun set. Mickie was determined to get the job done and sleep exhausted.
The door bell awakened him. The new paint odor wasn't as pungent as the night before but it remained.
He stumbled to the door and grabbed a towel to hide his habit of sleeping naked. Mickie had pajamas when he grew up and then discarded the child's apparell for a t shirt and boxer shorts like his Dad.
The corps continued that until his squad endured the heat of the desert and sleeping shirtless if not naked was a habit that spread until the entire group awakened to each other's naked form and often erections.
"Hey" the tall guy was close in years to Mickie.
"I uh knew you were new and thought you might like to get some breakfast. Oh I'm Lance" he smiled. It was a warm smile.
"Oh sorry was sleeping" Mickie fumbled with his towel "Come on in, let me get dressed"
"No problem, you were painting yesterday so I didn't think you were modest" Lance said.
Mickie turned and blushed.
"The walkway it goes by your windows" Lance pointed towards the back of the apartment building. "We all use it" he added smiling evily.
Mickie knew what that meant.
"Hey don't worry we're all gay here, well most of us, so being casual is normal. We even hit the pool bareass on the hot nights"
Mickie suddenly grew courage he never knew he had dropping the towel to the floor.
"OH then it's ok" he wiggled his hips and made Lance laugh.
"More then ok, everybody's talking about the new meat in 101" Lance said following naked Mickie back to his bedroom.
Breakfast two hours later wasn't enough. Mickie had two servings.
"You eat allot for a skinny guy" Lance said shoveling pancaks into the orafice that only a short while ago explored Mickie head to toe.
"Between moving, painting and this morning, my appetite was worked up" Mickie said.
"And we have one hell of an afternoon ahead and you have other neighbors to meet" Lance said "I hope you like groups".
Mickie thought of the nights he jacked off trying to muffle his moaning and bedding rustling from the other guys in the barracks. Fantasies of all of his naked fellow marines in a group, grabbing, rolling around, sucking and fucking flashed through his head.
"Who doesn't?" he said trying to sound more experienced then he was.
Lance smiled "I think you're going to enjoy your new home"
"Hell New life" Mickie corrected him.
"Let's go back and you can tell me about your old one" Lance tossed some money on top of the check the waiter had put on the table.
"And you can show me more about my new one" Mickie said easily remembering the long meaty penis that Lance used quite well that morning.