Date: Wed, 23 May 2012 19:14:29 -0700 (PDT) From: Pete Bruno Subject: A Single Soul Chapter 4 NOTICE: This story may contain scenes of a graphical nature, which may not be legal in your area. If you are under 18, or if material of this nature is illegal in your present location, please leave now. If you continue to read, you are confirming that it is legal for you to view the material in these stories or story; neither you nor any family members are an employee of any type of government, law enforcement, or investigative entity; you are not performing any type of research in preparation for any forms of legal action either directly or indirectly affecting the contents of this author; and you are agreeing that the author and this site will not be held responsible for any consequences of you viewing or downloading these stories or story. This story contains unsafe sex between men who had never had sex with other men, but this is just a story so please protect yourself. 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A Single Soul Chapter 4 -Soldiering On Matt was in the kitchen in his boxers fixing breakfast just after seven when Jimmy showed up, like his father wearing only his favorite camo boxers with his morning woody leading the way and his black curly hair looking like he had stuck his finger in the electric socket. Much to his wife's dismay Matt liked to spend at least most of the morning in nothing but his underwear, and of course with his son it was a case of 'monkey see, money do'. "Where's Mom," he asked his dad as he wrapped his arms around his dad's waist and hugged him. "Sorry, sport, she had to report early today; big things happening on base." "Oh, okay, what's for breakfast," a clearly unfazed young man gazed back at his father, smiling. "How about pancakes?" "That's great, Dad; hey, can we get a dog? Matty has a dog that's really cool, it's called a Westie; he loves to play ball and chase squirrels." "We'll talk to Mom about it; oh, go look at the scotch bottle, the big green one on the bar, it's the one with two little dogs on it and I think there's a Westie on the label," Matt said. Jimmy went over to the bar and studied the bottle of Black & White Scotch. "Hey, yeah, the white one looks just like Matty's dog, Ian; what's the black one called?" "I think he's a Scottish Terrier," Matt answered as he flipped the pancakes. "Can we get one of them, Dad," Jimmy asked enthusiastically. "Repeating, we'll have to talk to Mom when she comes home tonight," Matt said stalling for time. Walking back into the kitchen Jimmy stood next to Matt, he grabbed his still half hard cock through his shorts looked up at his dad and without the least bit of embarrassment asked, "Why is my penis always hard in the morning, Dad?" Matt smiled down at his young son. He was thrilled that his son felt comfortable enough to ask him the question. Matt's father had always been very open and honest with him answering every question Matt had, and as he grew up and started making friends he was always grateful to him for that; he was never saddled with the misinformation, misconceptions, and hang-ups that plagued his friends, and Matt was always grateful to him for that. He vowed to do the same if he ever had children. "Well, sport, guys call that "morning wood," and some believe it's because they have to pee first thing in the morning and call it being "piss hard" but it really has nothing to do with peeing, it's just that during the night you have a series of erections or as most of your buddies will call them "hard-on's" or "boners" and my favorite — a "stiffy," Matt said with a laugh as he noticed the serious look of concentration on his son's face, "but is probably just the last "stiffy" you had when you woke up." "Do you have a stiffy in the morning, Dad," Jimmy asked with a giggle. "Sure do; look, son, it seems you're growing up faster than I thought." What he was thinking but didn't say was `faster than I wanted you to'. "So maybe I should start explaining some things to you, like you're going to start getting stiffies all the time; they'll just pop up for no reason, but just ignore them and they will go away." "Yeah, just like yesterday when me and Matty were swimming." "That's right, and he had one too; just don't be embarrassed by them, they happen to all guys, and by the way, when it's just the guys you can call it your dick or cock but never in front of Mom." "Hey, you said they'll pop up for no reason, that means there are reasons for them to pop up, what are those?" Matt stared down at his son, `Man, this kid is sharp,' he thought to himself, not wanting to dismiss his intellectual curiosity, he went with, "Well son, that's a discussion I think we should save until you're a little older." "Um, okay, Dad," the boy said skeptically, "but can I tell you something else?" "Sure, sport, you can always tell me anything." "It sure feels good to rub my dick when it's stiff," he said with a giggle. "I'll bet," Matt said with a laugh, "but you might want do that in private, and definitively not mention that to Mom." "Okay, it'll be our secret; 'k, Dad." "Sure thing, sport," he said hugging the boy in yet another special father/son bonding moment; "we guys have to stick together." The door bell broke the spell. "Eat your breakfast, buddy, I'll check the door." Matt went to the front door and looked out the peephole to find Jim and his son on the other side dressed in UT's; opening the door he also noticed and white dog wagging his tail that could only be Ian. "Hi, guys, what's up?" Matt greeted his neighbor's. "Matt, I'm in a bind, is it too early for Mattie to hang out with you guys?" Jim asked almost pleading. "Not too early at all; Jimmy why don't you head into the kitchen and have some pancakes with Jimmy? There's a plate on the table and plenty of pancakes." "That's all right, Matt; he's already had breakfast, and I don't want to be a bother." "Yeah, a banana and granola bar," Matty said with a cheeky grin; he certainly was his father's son. "Matthew!" Jim hissed. "It's alright, there's plenty and Jimmy will be thrilled," Matt said with a chuckle. The boy ran off to the kitchen followed by the happy puppy, they could hear Jimmy holler, "Hey, Matty, it's about time you got here." Both men smiled at that; their eyes met briefly acknowledging a shared memory. Then Jim said, "Matt, I hate to impose but I've walked into quite a cluster fuck at work and my CO is all over my ass. He called me at 05:00 and canceled my time off; on top of that, Linda left last night for Jersey. It seems her fucked up twin brother Joe has landed himself in jail, so her mother calls and she just takes the fuck off! She's six months pregnant for God's sake." "It's no problem, Jim I'll be happy to do it, I'm here being Mr. Mom anyway, and believe it or not, it will give me time to get work done while they entertain each other." "Matt, thanks, I owe you, and here's my cell phone number in case there's a problem," he said handing Matt a card, "but look, I'll be home by 16:30 and I'll take the boys out to dinner," Jim said as he turned and ran for his truck. `Well, well,' Matt thought, `the golden boy, Joe Butler, lands in jail'. Matt would have loved to known the story behind that, but would have to wait for Jim to offer it, if he ever did. Matt returned to the kitchen to find the boys stuffing themselves with pancakes and sneaking pieces to the dog. "Hey, guys, no feeding the pup from the table; it's not good for him, and Jimmy if you even want us to consider getting you a dog, you have to learn the rules." "Okay, Dad," Jimmy sighed through a mouthful of pancakes. "Wow! You're getting a dog?" Matty asked. "Yeah..." started Jimmy until his dad chimed in with "maybe," "yeah, after we eat I'll show you a picture of it," the boy finished. Matthew ate his pancakes thinking, 'Crap, I guess we're getting a dog,' and smiled to himself, he'd have to talk to Denise tonight, but what the hell would she care? She was leaving for six months. The boys finished eating and went off to play video games, Matt cleaned up the kitchen and headed to the office to get in a few hours of writing. Having his dad come down for a few weeks was going to be a big help, even though eighty percent of his work was done at home and by video conferencing, he still needed to visit the base at Lejeune a few times a month and sometimes as far north as the Aberdeen Proving Grounds up in Maryland. A few hours later Matt's work was interrupted by Jimmy asking if they could go swimming. He turned to find two naked boys holding towels in the doorway. "Looks like you're dressed for it," Matt said with a chuckle, "yeah, that's fine. Just make sure you boys cover yourselves with sunscreen ... everywhere." "Okay, Dad, thanks," Jimmy called as the boys raced out to the pool, with Ian running behind, barking. Matt watched the boys from his office window. They were taking turns applying sunscreen to each other's backs and then turned and did there own fronts, when they got to their already hard boy cocks they both gave themselves a few strokes and they giggled as they enjoyed giving themselves pleasure and sharing the intimate moment. Matt felt his own cock get hard in his shorts while the display recalled a distant memory. "Hey, Matty," Jim called as quietly as he could, "come over hear and look what I found." The boys were picking up trash along the highway with their scout troop as a community service activity to earn another badge. Matt walked over to where Jimmy was crouching behind a bush with a plastic shopping bag in his hand. "You ain't going to believe this, look at this," he said and opened the bag a bit to reveal what looked to be about a dozen porn magazines. "Stick these in your back-pack before anybody else sees them and we'll check them out when we get home," Jim said. Later that day, when they got back to Matt's house, the boys hurried up to his room to check out their lucky find. Neither of the boys had ever seen a porn magazine other than the Playboy's and Penthouse's that Jim's older brother, Mike, had hidden in his basement bedroom. Once behind the closed door, they ripped open the bag and started to flip through the magazines one by one. They had never seen anything like this! These pictures showed naked women and men with hard-on's, and men fucking women with their hard-on's. The boys were wide eyed as they flipped the pages, and their cocks were rock hard in their pants. But the last three really blew the boys' minds, the magazines were Bi-College Boys and Bi-Soldiers, and Bi-Sailors; in these books the guys were fucking women, sucking each other and some guys were fucking other guys in the ass! "Holy Shit!" Jim said as he flipped over page after page. "I can't believe this. This guy is getting fucked in the ass while he's eating pussy!" "I know, look at this one; the guy is sucking the other guy's dick while he's fucking the chick," Matt added in a quivering voice. "Come on, man, let's get naked; this has got me so hot I'm going to cum in my pants," Jim said as he stood up and started to undress. "How long until your dad gets home?" "He told me he'd be home at six, so we have at least three hours," answered Matt as he was stripping along with his buddy. There was no need to worry about his mother, she had left his dad the month before and moved back to Hawaii. The boys' cocks were dripping by the time they were naked and fell on the bed in the classic sixty-nine position and both started moaning as they each worked on the now familiar cock of his buddy. "Oh fuck, Jimmy, you got me really close man; between your tongue and those pictures I'm ready to blow, buddy," Matt panted as he pull off Jim's cock and then went back to work on it. "I'm right behind you, buddy," Jim mumbled around Matt's cock, and within a minute both boys shot their first load of cum for the day in the other's mouth. The guys stayed in position and fondled each other while they tried to catch their breath, Jim continued to play with Matt's foreskin causing him to moan and squirm. "Fuck, Jimmy, you got to stop, man, I'm really sensitive after I cum." "And the problem with that is???" Jim asked as he giggled and continued to skin Matt's cock back and lick it's head. "Hey," Jim said, "you wanna try ass fucking?" "I don't know man, that big club you're carrying might not fit my tight little ass," Matt said and started to lick and suck Jim's cock back to a full erection. "Come on; if it hurts I'll stop; I promise," Jim pleaded. "Well, okay, but don't you think we need something to grease you up? "How about Vaseline," Jim offered. So they got the Vaseline and Matt lubed up Jim's cock, Matt raised his legs and Jim placed his cock head at the entrance of Matt's ass and started to push in; it felt like a hot poker was going in. "Oh, fuck, Mattty, your ass feels so hot!" "Shit, man, take it out, it's fucking burning and it feels like it's going to rip my ass apart," Jim panted. "Oh, please, it hurts, man, please take it out." "Okay buddy, okay; will have to figure out how to make it easier on you. You want to try on it on me," Jim asked. "Okay, hey! Let's look at the book and see what they did," Matt offered. Looking at the book they saw the men sucking each other, then one guy had his face in the other one's ass and was licking it; Matt started reading the captions, "The guy is asking for the other one to tongue his ass and open it up." "I don't know man; maybe we should read some more first," Jim said. The phone brought Matt back from his daydreaming. "Matty, it's Dad, how you doing, son?" Frank asked. "Great, Dad, what's up?" "Listen, I got on the road early; is it alright if I get there sooner than planned; I wanted to see Denise before she leaves." "Yeah, no problem, Dad, she'll be very happy. When do you think you'll get here?" "Well, actually I'll be in North Topsail Beach tonight around 20:00, and staying with a buddy at his place. How about I take you guys to dinner tomorrow night? I'll be over around 17:00 if that's okay." "Yeah, Dad, great; we'll see you then." "Semper Fi, son." "Back atcha, Dad, see you tomorrow." After lunch the boys and Ian went for a walk through the woods and then back to play video games. Before they knew it the doorbell was ringing and Jim was there to pick up the boys for dinner. "Hey, Jim; the boys are in Jimmy's room playing video games," Matt said as he led Jim back to the bedroom. The guys stopped at the bedroom door and just stared; the boys were on the bed together and had fallen asleep playing games; between the swimming and the hiking they must have worn themselves out. They were sitting with their backs against the wall, shoulder to shoulder, and their heads resting on each other with Ian sleeping between their legs. Jim placed his hand on Matt's shoulder and squeezed it. "Remember that?" Jim asked. "Please, Jim; don't," Matt said sharply as he twisted away from Jim. "Remember what I told you yesterday." Jim looked down, rejected, "I'm sorry, Matty. I haven't really had time to think things through, but I hope someday you'll forgive me." "That happened long ago, Jimmy," he said softly looking into Jim's eyes, "but things won't be the same until you think about what happened and apologize." "All right, I'm sure I owe you that, if for no other reason than that beautiful sight there," Jim said, his voice full of emotion. They woke the boys. Matty flew into his dad's arms and began to rattle off the events of the day while Jimmy got dressed to go out to dinner. "All right men, how about Mexican food tonight? A guy in my unit told me about a place called La Hacienda on Marine Blvd.; have you heard of it, Matt?" "Yeah, Jimmy loves that place." "Then it's settled; let's go men, march." After the guys left Matt started dinner for himself and Denise, it was good that they would be alone for dinner; they had a lot to discuss. Denise arrived home around 17:30, just as Matt was out lighting the grill to cook the chicken. "Hey, where is everybody?" "Out here," Matt called. Denise walked over to Matt and gave him a kiss on the cheek, "where's your other half," she asked with a laugh. "Out to dinner with Jim and Matty." He then gave her a complete rundown of the day's events from breakfast forward. He did, however, choose to leave out the scene in the bedroom; why, he didn't know; he just felt it best. "By the way, Dad is coming tomorrow for dinner. He wanted to see you before you left, and he's going to stay for a couple of weeks." "That's great; I was going to call him tonight but this is much better, and him being here for a while may help Jimmy get over my absence," Denise said with sincerity. She truly loved Matt's dad; he always treated her with respect as a daughter, a woman, and a Naval Officer. When they told the family about their plans for Matt to stay home, her family, especially her father, went to ballistic. It was Matt's father who stood up to them, put them in their place, and supported her decision. "By the way, our son is lobbying for a dog; what do you think." "I'll leave that up to you since I'll be gone for the next six months, but I think it would be nice; any ideas?" "Well Matty has a West Highland Terrier, so I told him to look at the Scotch bottle and he likes the Scottish Terrier, so I told him we needed to talk to you." "It's up to you, dear, but I vote yes." They finished their dinner and plans for her absence just about the time Jim returned with the boys. Matt told him to just send Matty over first thing in the morning to have breakfast with them and told him not to worry about anything. "Matt, you're a life saver, and congratulations to you, Denise. I hear you're pulled a plum assignment; don't worry about Matt; I'll keep an eye on him," Jim offered with his megawatt smile. Denise thanked him with a laugh and a smile as she watched their new neighbor head across the street to his house. Something about her husband's relationship with his old friend and Matt's explanation didn't quite add up; no, not his friend himself, but in the two brief times she had been in their company she picked up an intense vibe between the two; there was more to this story than her husband had shared; but there was no time to get into that, she had a ton of preparations for her cruise to complete. Jimmy was busy telling his mother about his day and his new friend and how great a dog Ian was, when his father interrupted him. "Okay, sport, we need to have a little family meeting," Matt said. "Is it about getting a dog?" Jimmy asked excitedly. "Well, part of it is," his mother answered. She then went on to explain about her leaving for six months and how he needed to be a good boy for his father, and that, yes, they had decided that he could have a dog. The news of her impending long absence barely seemed to register with the boy. Maybe it was the excitement of getting a puppy of his own, but in her heart Denise knew the truth. While she knew in her heart that she loved her son and he loved her, she also knew that the sun rose and set in his father, and vice versa; it really didn't trouble her since it was just the natural outcome of her decision to let Matthew be the primary care giver while she concentrated on her career. She was pulled back from her thoughts while watching her 'boys' chat away about finding a puppy when Jimmy suddenly stopped in mid-sentence and ran to her and hugged her and with tears in his eyes looked at his mother. "Mom, do you really have to go away for so long? Can't you get out of it?" Denise was overcome with emotions she had never felt before; they washed over her like warm sunshine; it seemed her boy needed her as well. She had moist eyes as she held her weeping son; she looked over at her husband who was smiling as he watched mother and son. As touching as the moment was, Denise had no regrets about her decision, but it did help to assuage the guilt she felt about choosing career over family. "Sorry, sport, it's Mommy's job, but I have some other news that might make it a little better; your Papa is going to be here tomorrow; he's coming to stay for a few weeks and keep you company while I'm gone." The boy flew out of her arms with a shout of "Wow!" and ran to hug his father, he loved his grandfather very much; he was big and strong and most of all he loved spending time with him swimming, hiking, playing ball and fishing. "Okay, sport, it's time for you to head to bed. It's been a long day and you'll have even a bigger one tomorrow, so give Mom and me a kiss and hit the rack," Matt said as he playfully swatted the boy's butt and aimed him towards his mother. After hugging and kissing his mother goodnight he took off to his bedroom. "I just hope he's not too excited to sleep. Daddy has business to attend to, `cause it's gonna be a lonnnnng six months," Matt said to Denise with a smile and a wink. "I've got about an hour of packing to do, so get him tucked in and I'll meet you in the bedroom." `Yep,' Matt thought as he headed off to check on his son; `Go get it while you can, it's going to be a long six months.' Little did he know just how long. To be continued... Authors Note: Thanks to all of you who have written to tell how much you're enjoying the story, I hope you stay tuned. For all the readers enjoying the stories here at Nifty, remember that Nifty needs your donations help to provide these wonderful stories. Also, if there are any Marines out there reading this story who would like to help as a technical adviser, I'd be grateful; just send me an email.