Chapter 23: Hank
After four years active duty in the Marines, I was finally back to civilian life.
I spent a month at my parents' home, lounging around and hanging out with my best
friend, Jeff Matthews.
Jeff was doing what he knew he'd be doing his whole life. He was working for his
dad's construction business. He was also taking some business classes at the community
It was great that after all this time, we picked up right where we left off. Except
now we were 21 years old and could legally hang out at bars and drink. We could
spend hours together talking and laughing and hanging out. Not counting Tim, I've
never been as close to another person as I am to Jeff.
The only problem with the bars is that Jeff would occasionally ditch me for a one
night stand. I actually got hit on a lot, and even flirted back sometimes, but it
was only for fun. I wasn't interested in women and I didn't lead them on.
There weren't any other gay guys in the bars I went to with Jeff, at least not any
out guys. And there certainly weren't any gay bars here, so my options were pretty
dead as far as hooking up.
While in the Marines, I took the "don't ask, don't tell" policy pretty seriously,
even though I think it's complete bullshit. I was very careful not to let any of
my buddies know that I was gay. Sometimes I felt a little guilty because I felt
like I was essentially lying to them, but I wasn't going to risk getting bashed
or kicked out of the service. They may not ask, but all it takes is one asshole
to tell and you're out.
The fact of the matter is that I never got over Tim. I'm still in love with Tim
and I think about him every day. Hell, I haven't had sex with anyone since the last
night I spent with Tim. I still think about that night when I jack off. In the two
years I was with Tim, we fucked around a lot. I mean a lot. It was kind of
a shock to go from getting it regularly to not getting any at all. But all of those
memories kept my right hand busy when I got horny.
When I saw Tim at Christmas time, he looked so fucking good. My dick stiffened in
my jeans instantly. It was all I could do to not grab him and hold him down and
fuck the shit out of him. He had grown a little taller and filled out a little bit.
He was still cute as all fuck. He was no longer a cute teenage boy, though. Now
he was a fucking hottie. Of course, I may be a little biased.
All of the old feelings came rushing back to me. One look in his eyes and I was
sure he felt it too. I was so nervous about seeing him, but I was so glad I got
to catch up with him and I'm glad he's doing well in school. The best thing about
seeing Tim was that I knew he didn't hate me or resent me for leaving. It felt like
a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders that I didn't even know I was carrying.
But that's Tim. He's genuinely kind. The nicest guy I've ever met. He never stays
mad or holds a grudge. He so wants to be liked that he will give anyone the benefit
of the doubt. Even my asshole brother Lor. Maybe it's a little naïve of him, but
like I said. That's Tim.
Now that I was inactive, I enrolled in the Grand Rapids Community College criminal
justice program. It'll take me two years to complete, but when I'm done, I'll have
an Associate in Arts degree and be licensed for law enforcement. Their program consists
of academic classes and police academy classes. When I graduate, I'll be able to
go right to work as a cop. I'm feeling really good about this. And when I'm done,
I'll have a college degree, something my fuckwad brother Lor doesn't have.
Speaking of Lor, we got into a fight yet again. Ma and Dad had a family get-together
for me the weekend before I left for college. He and his pregnant wife showed up
and he didn't even pretend to be civil. Ma keeps inviting him to my family functions
expecting that he's going to act like an adult, but that apparently is against his
Vince and I were having a drink and a smoke in the backyard, when he walked up to
"Hey, Vince," Lor said to Vince, then turned to me. "Hey, fag."
I growled and clenched my fists while glowering at him. "I'm gonna let that go because
Ma is on the deck."
"You still hanging out with your little fairy girlfriend?"
"Knock it off, Lor," Vince said exasperatedly.
I tossed my cigarette butt and set my drink on the picnic table. I took a deep breath
and tried to calm myself.
"Don't fuckin' talk about Tim like that," I warned him.
"I'll say whatever the fuck I want," he said with a dismissive shrug.
"What the fuck is your problem?" I said, taking a step closer.
Lor shoved my chest hard. "You're my problem, punk. I had to work my ass off to
get where I am and you just get everything handed to you on a fucking silver platter.
Growing up it was always 'Hank this, Hank that'. You're stupid and lazy and fucking
worthless, but Ma and Dad think your shit don't stink. And then you bring that little
faggot over to the house. And parading around town with him? And still, Ma and Dad
don't care. You don't even fucking care how you make the family look."
"You better stand down," I warned him one last time.
"Come on, guys. Cut it out," Vince said. "We're supposed to be having fun."
Lor scoffed at Vince. "Why are you always sticking up for him? What, you fucking
his little faggot, too?"
Vince's face got red. "Tim's a good kid," Vince said. "Whatever this bullshit is
you have with Hank, leave him out of it."
Lor looked at me and smirked. "Wow. He must be pretty damn good. I'd give him a
try, but I bet there's a pretty long line outside his dorm room."
If he was trying to push my buttons, he succeeded. With a roar, I swung my fist
and clocked Lor across the jaw. A left hook followed by a right had his fat ass
on the ground. He looked up at me with a look of surprise before it quickly turned
I smirked at him. Yeah, you fat fuck. I'm not the little kid you used to push around.
I'm bigger and stronger.
"Get up, motherfucker!" I shouted at him. "Or are you gonna let a worthless faggot
kick your ass? Come on!"
The family gathered around us to break up the fight. Dad put his palm on my chest
and firmly pushed me back.
"Back off, Enrico. Now."
One look from Dad and I stepped back and relaxed my fists.
Theresa ran up and pulled Lor to his feet. She looked at me and said, "What is the
matter with you?"
What the fuck!
"What's the matter with me?! Are you kidding?"
She shook her head and sighed. "I pray for you every Sunday, but I can see that
it's never going to do any good."
"I don't need your prayers because I haven't done nothing wrong. So why don't you
take your piece of shit husband and get the fuck out of here before I say something
I'm gonna regret."
Lor spit a wad of bloody snot onto my cowboy boot. He grabbed Theresa's hand and
they stormed up to the house and left.
"What a bitch," Marie muttered.
Vince and I looked over at her in shock. Then the both of us cracked up. I never
expected that to come out of my little baby sister's mouth.
Dad raised an eyebrow and gave her a stern warning. "Maria."
The look on Dad's face said he wasn't fucking around and we all stopped laughing
As Dad turned away to join Ma on the deck, I saw that he had a little smile on his
I grabbed a napkin and wiped off my boot. With Lor gone, I was finally able to enjoy
the afternoon with the rest of my family.
When the time came, I said goodbye to Ma, Dad and Marie and I packed up the old
Ford Ranger and headed down to Grand Rapids. I rented a small, furnished one bedroom
apartment not far from campus. There was also a gym close by, so I enrolled there
so I could continue to work out.
I was nervous that the first semester of school would take some getting used to,
but it was actually a piece of cake. I like routine in my days, thanks to the Marines.
I quickly developed a pattern. I went to school, studied, worked out.
I actually enjoyed my classes and I actually studied, something I didn't do much
of in high school. I'll admit now that I pretty much coasted through high school.
I did enough to get by, keeping my grades up enough to make sure that I could play.
I was more concerned with having fun: playing football, partying, drinking, fucking
Tim. I didn't really take it seriously. I guess I've actually grown up. Who would
I really loved the academy classes, though, and I was doing really great. I was
in great shape and my time in the Marines really served me well. The first year
was the basic stuff like traffic, driving, weapons training.
As much as I enjoyed my classes, I got a little bit stressed out around finals and
decided to hit the gym. I worked out hard and then headed to the shower to relax.
I stood under the hot water with my head down, back towards the wall, with my eyes
closed, totally relaxed. Without even opening my eyes, I was aware that someone
entered the showers. I opened my eyes to see a cute blond twink staring at me. I
raised my eyebrow at him and when he realized I saw him looking, he gave me a bashful
glance and turned away. He turned on a shower across from me and began soaping his
body. He glanced back at me bashfully and smiled.
I chuckled to myself and soaped down my body. I washed my hair and closed my eyes
and rinsed the shampoo.
"Excuse me," the twink said with a quiet voice.
I opened my eyes and looked at him.
"Can I borrow some shampoo?" he asked. "I forgot mine."
He smiled and walked over to me. He held out his hand and I poured a bit of shampoo
into it. He stood in front of me and rubbed it in his hair and then stepped up close
to me and rinsed off under my shower head.
This boy is not the shy little thing he was pretending to be. He knows exactly what
He looked into my eyes for a second and then squatted down to his knees. He put
his hands on my thighs and sucked my flaccid dick into his mouth. Jesus, I haven't
had a warm mouth on my cock in over four years. I quickly swelled to full bone and
he backed off and slurped and bobbed. He couldn't hold a candle to Tim's mouth,
but he was good. He didn't get too much into his mouth, but he used his hand to
make up the difference. I closed my eyes and let him work me hard and fast. I held
back for about three minutes before I let go.
"I'm gonna shoot," I warned him.
He pulled off and finished me off with his hand and I blew my load all over his
chin and his chest.
"Thanks for the shampoo," he said with a sly grin on his face. He stood up and rinsed
his face and chest in my shower spray, then walked out of the shower room, turning
his own shower off as he left.
I squeezed my shaft and shook off the last couple drops of come off my dick. After
a quick rinse, I shut the shower off and grabbed my towel. After I got dressed,
I headed back to my place to get in a little studying before I turned in for the
I ran into him again a couple days later in the shower and this time he just knelt
down and blew me without pretense. He gave me a wink as he left the shower.
I didn't even know the guy's name, but he sure helped me relax. I sailed through
my finals and at the end of the week, I packed my bag and headed home for Christmas.