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Waiting for Love: Chapter 7
The next morning the boys awoke to a dark and dreary day. It matched the mood of the day because they both knew they had to head back to the post just after Noon. Matts was out of bed first, drained his bladder then returned to bed and snuggled up to Dave. After a few minutes, Dave acknowledged the call of nature and crawled over Matts to do the bathroom scene.
"Hurry back, Stud." Matts said. "My arms are empty without you."
When Dave crawled back into bed they curled up together and felt so secure and comfortable.
"You know, this marriage has not been completely consummated!" Matts offered.
"What do you mean? Just what was it that happened yesterday afternoon?"
"I haven't been taken yet." Matts said mater-of-factly while staring at the ceiling. He turned and looked at Dave. The puzzled look slowly became a big grin spread that spread from ear to ear.
"I've only been thinking how good yesterday was; it never occurred to me there could be another side to it."
Matts anxiously wanted his friend and lover inside him. It is something he had wanted since the day they met. As he learned more about Dave he understood his complete inexperience and if Dave were interested, he would have to bring Dave along carefully. The preparation was complete. Matts reached over and pulled Dave on top of him. He spread his legs and raised his knees as Dave settled between them. Then, as he engaged Dave is a full, open mouth kiss, he took both of Dave's nipples between thumb and forefinger and twisted them sending Dave into convulsions. Matts used this movement to adjust their positions. Matts rotated his hips, reached between his legs, grasped Dave's 7-inch pleasure shaft and aimed the head at his rear entrance. Upon contact, Dave's cock slid right in to the hilt.
Dave was struggling to keep up with what Matts was doing. When he felt himself sliding effortlessly deep into Matts, he let go with an exclamation of surprise and pleasure.
"Hhhhhh (as he gasped for breath), aaaaAAAH! " After a moment of stunned silence, "Wow, you're really hot inside. Clever cocksucker, aren't you; lubing up while I was in the bathroom."
"Just as hot as you, Asshole! And I lubed up here while you were in the bathroom. Now, take us to the moon!" Matts said.
This was Dave's opportunity to show Matts all he had learned. He began to slowly long-dick his friend, pulling out until just his head was inside Matts, then gliding in to probe his inner depths. After the first few strokes, Dave began probing for Matts' prostate. When he saw Matts' head snap back, his mouth fly open and his body go rigid, Dave knew he had struck oil. `Now, let's see if I can give as good as I get.' Dave thought to himself.
Dave proceeded to rake across Matts' sweet spot every second or third stroke. He leaned forward and sucked then nibbled on Matts' nipples.
"Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Harder!" Matts called out. Dave willingly increased the speed and force of his pounding. The bed was bumping against the wall with great force. It was a good thing the so-called headboard was permanently attached to the wall instead of the bed or they might have torn it off.
When he sensed Matts was about to blow, he looked down at Matts' cock and wandered if he could do what Matts did. So he bent forward and was rewarded when his lips closed around Matts' glans penis.
That was all it took to send Matts where he wanted to go - to the moon. When Matts' sphincter clamped tight around Dave's meat, Dave joined in and made it a two-for-one trip to the moon. Even though Dave was in the throws of his own orgasm, watching Matts' go through his was quite a treat and it would stick in his mind forever. It was his first experience at witnessing pleasure as it takes total control of someone's body. It was the result of something he did for a loving friend and it filled his heart.
When both men returned from the moon, Dave slowly lowered himself onto Matts' body. It seamed like all their nerve endings were touching from the top of their heads to their toes. After a few moments, Matts rolled them left onto their sides and they continued lying glued to each other, gently kissing and caressing.
Matts knew they needed to get up and start preparing to leave. Until now, he had suppressed this thought, wishing it would never come. But it was almost here. He couldn't tell if Dave was thinking about it but wanted to postpone any discussion for a long as possible.
"How about a communal shower, Asshole?" Dave said in an attempt to restructure the moment in a loving and friendly way as he began lightly tickling Dave.
"Ouch! Oh! Ah! Yes, ha, ha! Yes, ha, ha! Yes! Stop, ha, ha, please!"
That seemed to do the trick. The joint shower (no pun intended) was a lot of fun. They both got woodies but their interest in sex was greatly diminished by the morning's athletics. The sexual stimulation was still enjoyable and fun. After dressing, they went to the IHOP for pancakes. They enjoyed making a few suggestive, raunchy jokes about the link sausages. After breakfast they took a short walk on the beach and returned to their favorite rest spot.
"Thanks!" Dave said.
"For what? Two days of great sex?"
"For changing my life. For helping me answer questions that haunted me for years ... and for two days of great sex. What happens now?"
"I've been avoiding thinking about it."
"Me too."
"We go back to the Post, take our assignments and follow them where they lead us, just like good soldiers." Matts said sadly. If we go in different directions we'll just have to stay in touch and try to get together as often as we can."
"I don't know if I can survive separation!" Dave said. "I've never known love like I feel for you now and I want it to keep on going."
"Yes you can! You have to. We are strong men. We've proved that by what we have accomplished in this training. We must survive. We will go back to the Post and behave like the good friends we are and do all we can to not draw attention to our true feelings. I like the Army. I like being around real men. I don't want to have sex with all of them, just one of them. And I hope you know who he is. When we started this adventure I prayed you'd like me and we would enjoy each other. I never imagined I'd fall for you as hard as I have; what happened is almost beyond belief. We bonded so strongly it gives me hope and strength that we will survive. And when we are finished with our tours, we can find a friendly community where we can live together."
Dave sat pensively for several minutes considering Matts' words. "You're right. It won't be easy ... to be near you and not be able to touch you and kiss you ... but we can do it. Up to now we've been able to function successfully in the closet. We are strong enough to see it through. Don't ask, don't tell. And," Dave said as he turned and looked at Matts, "there is only one man I want to have sex with."
Their hands reached out and joined and they smiled knowingly at on another, comfortable with the decisions they agreed to. They stood up, took one last look at the sea, and walked back to the motel. When the door closed behind them they embraced. Not a word was said, they just held each other, each trying to absorb the other permanently into their soles. Sex was out of the question. The feeling of melancholy destroyed all urges. They packed, got in the car and pointed it toward the Post.