An Uncommonly Good Man 3

Julian Corsair,

An Uncommonly Good Man

Julian Corsair – Chapter Three-

"When wars do come, they fall upon the many, the producing class, who are the sufferers." – (U.S. Grant)

At the end of that delightful summer of 1941, I entered fifth grade at the grand age of ten! Momma and Tony were still together, thus we hadn't had to move and I had Eddie – and Le Roy, of course. I found out, during our summer together, that Eddie and Le Roy were both seventeen and would be seniors that year in high school.

"Better enjoy it while you can, Julian," Eddie advised. "I might have to move after I graduate from high school if I can't find a job around here. I'll be just about too damned old to work as a street hustler then. Most `johns' don't want a kid that's too old."

Well, I just refused to accept anything other than always being with Eddie. After all, I had nothing to fear with him around. He kept me safe from all of the evil lurking about in the world. There was plenty of that- mostly overseas in other countries. Oh, Milwaukee had its share of nasty places, but if a guy was careful, you could avoid those places. The news shorts at the movie theatre on Saturday's, the newspapers, and radio news programs were all full of the fighting going on in Europe. Stories and pictures of England being bombed by the "Nazi" menace (whoever the hell they were) from Germany. In Milwaukee, where German was spoken freely, people acknowledged their heritage, but quickly confirmed their loyalty to the United States.

There was some whispered talk around the neighborhood about "spies," "sabotage," or "fifth columnists," but it made no sense to me. I was more concerned with life with Eddie and Le Roy to bother myself with all of that. The war in Europe and elsewhere was far away from me, I thought.

Eddie and I went to a movie on a Saturday afternoon in early December. After the movie he "had to go to work" and made certain I got home okay. Saturday nights were usually pretty good money for him and it was early in the month so there'd be guys with fat pay checks. Once those were cashed, there were always a few that wanted to spend some bucks seeding some young guys ass. Eddie and Le Roy often worked as a team and did well. If they didn't want Eddie, then Le Roy was available and vice-versa. Once in a while they'd find some guy that wanted to be "spit-roasted" and Eddie and Le Roy were happy to oblige.

On that particular Sunday morning, I was wakened by Eddie creeping into my bedroom and snugging up to my warm, bare rear, slowly, deftly, with practiced and accustomed familiarity, enter me, and began taking us both to the heights of pleasure. Momma was already at work at a café downtown and who knew where the hell Tony was. There was no danger of my lover and I being disturbed as we danced the dance of love. Eddie mounted me more deeply and more securely than a stallion breeding a young mare first in estrus, grunting and thrusting as he finally quivered his seed in me.

It wasn't unusual for Eddie to drop by and spend Sunday with me. Momma knew it and approved and Tony didn't give a shit! I enjoyed it- it was a special time for me and Eddie. If Eddie had a busy night servicing the gentry and made big bucks, it seemed as though he was always extra horny and this morning was certainly no exception. He didn't seem to be able to get enough of me, going back to the well more than once before we finally got out of bed. Everyone the night before got their rocks off except him and he was determined to make up for lost time.

I felt him shove deep and begin spurting inside me. I clenched my butt cheeks and began milking his very essence from his stiff stick, making him shudder, quiver, and clench my shoulders with his arms under my pits and lean his head against mine as he came.

"You're so fuckin' tight, my beautiful, sweet boy," he moaned softly and lovingly in my ear. "I don't know how I could live without you. You're always here, waiting for me – loving me!"

I loved it! There was nothing like being loved by someone you love in return. Eddie was so gentle, so tender, and warm to cuddle up to. He slowed and soon, still embedded stiffly inside me, fell asleep. It must've been a really, really, busy night on the streets since he seldom fell into slumber after our love-making. I dozed off and about two hours later I felt him rise to the occasion once more and he delivered another load up my chute.

Afterward, we got up and bathed. I thought having Eddie in the tub with me, gently, carefully washing my hair and all of my young body, cleansing all those parts he loved so well and me reciprocating, slicking up his pole, his pubes, and those other manly parts was the most marvelous of events! There was no doubt in my mind and his that we were a couple and as if to emphasize it, Eddie just couldn't resist soaping me up one more time and making waves in the tub as his hips gyrated until his juices flooded me again.

We wandered down the block to a hamburger joint and had our lunch. Walking back, we saw Le Roy hot-footing down the sidewalk towards us. He skidded to a halt, all out of breath, grabbed Eddie's shoulder, and squealed, "Did you hear, Eddie? The fuckin' Japs attacked Pearl Harbor!"

Little did I realize how much my life was going to change!

Eddie's mouth dropped open in disbelief and then, suddenly, reality set in!

"I'll be Goddamned!" is all he said and removed Le Roy's hand from his shoulder, wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer as if to try to protect me from an awful world about to descend on us, lowered his face to mine, and kissed me!

The three of us scurried to the apartment and turned on the radio. Reports were sketchy and as the afternoon and evening wore on, more substantial news came forth. Momma came home and joined us and soon Tony wandered in. It was reported, about 7:55am or about noon in Milwaukee, the Japanese Imperial Forces attacked that part of the U.S. Pacific Fleet anchored in Pearl Harbor, Hawaii; Wheeler Field where two pursuit groups of P-36's and P-40's were based; Bellows Field where the 44^th Pursuit Squadron of P-40's was based; and Hickman Field. Less than two hours after it began, the attack was over.

We listened quietly to the sad and alarming news.

Le Roy, sitting very still and watching Eddie closely, finally said so softly I could barely hear him.

"Don't you got a brother there, Eddie?"

I never knew Eddie had an older brother! I looked up at him and could see a tear slowly sliding down his cheek and I was so sad! He pulled me closer, gave me a hug, and in a choking voice, "I'd better go check on Ma." He turned to Momma asking, "Okay if I come back later and stay awhile?"

She nodded her approval and Eddie and Le Roy left.

When he returned later that evening, he carried a small duffle bag with him and put it my bedroom. We crawled into bed together that night and allowed our nude bodies to caress. Eddie rubbed his hard prick up against my hairless adolescent skin, rolled me over on my side, and made slow, passionate love to me. He remained inside me and before morning came, he unloaded in me three more times. I felt so stretched, but so good! I wasn't certain my asshole would ever clench shut, but it did. If that's what made Eddie feel better, then that's what I could do.

The United States declared war on Japan on December 8, 1941. Germany, as an ally of Japan, declared war on the United States on August 11.

Eddie seemed to change after December 8 and so did our country. The country was on war footing, blackouts were imposed, curfews, and other regulations. December 20^th, Eddie's mother received a telegram informing her that her son, Jonathon Grant Sentkoski, was killed at Pearl Harbor. It left Eddie pretty well wiped out.

"He was only three years older than me," Eddie confessed, "but he taught me all I ever needed to know to survive on the streets," and said no more concerning the death of his brother.

Eddie stayed with us through Christmas. He became quieter and worked the streets less. With curfews and other such nonsense, plus the fact people began holding on to their cash and fewer men were prowling the street, he had less opportunity to earn some cash. Still, on Christmas he gave me a beautiful silver bracelet with a silver medallion attached. Engraved on one side was "Love is Eternal" and on the other "Julian, all my love – Eddie – 12/25/41."

Shortly after New Year's, before the second term of the school year was to begin, Eddie and I were lazing about in bed, relaxing from a grand sexual interlude. He pulled me tight to him and said gently, "Julian, Ma's going to move to Spring Green where one of my sisters lives on a small farm. It's too much for her here with the war shortages and all. It'll be better for her now with all of the rationing talk stuff."

I didn't know he had sisters. Come to find out, he had two older sisters and two older brothers still alive. His mom had been living mostly on what little money Jonathon had been sending home, a small widow's pension, and whatever Eddie could contribute through his street work. With his income dropping and no more Jonathon, she couldn't afford their apartment and still pay the bills so she decided she'd take her daughters invitation and move in with her.

Panicky, I quickly asked, "Will you have to go with her?"

"No!"

I felt relieved, but it was short lived when I saw the look on his face. I knew there was more to tell.

Eddie kissed me! "Sweet boy, I'm going to have to leave you for a while. I joined the army!"

It was then I panicked!

"When do you leave?" I asked my heart in my mouth.

"In the morning."

Oh my God; my world was collapsing around me! I sobbed and begged him to stay, but I knew he wouldn't, couldn't do it. He just had to follow his brother's footsteps. We loved each other until dawn and with a final kiss and lingering hug, he dressed and left.

I cried all day, sick with worry for him and about me. What would happen to me with him gone? What if he never came back?

It was the last time I ever saw Eddie Sentkowski!

Years later, when doing some research, I side-tracked myself long enough to begin checking casualty lists from World War II. Edward Jacob Sentkowski was killed in action on some small, remote, no-name island in the South Pacific and was buried in a national cemetery in Hawaii. John and I took a trip there over Christmas one year, ostensibly to enjoy the sun, but he knew I wanted to pay my respects and say goodbye to Eddie. I found the gravesite, placed a small wreath and said my goodbyes. Matthew, I've only felt such intense and passionate love for someone only twice more in my life; once when I fell in love with John Edwards and the second time when you came into my life – although I loved you in quite a different way!

I sobbed my grief for Dr. J. and now, mine! Setting the journal aside, I walked upstairs to his bedroom, rummaged around in his jewelry box and found the silver bracelet. Holding it gently in my hand, I clipped it on my right wrist. I know Julian and Eddie would've wanted me to.

To be continued

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