Subject: NEW STORY by Pen Nomen:  DON'T ASK,  DON'T TELL 1/7 (m/m cons;
From: an497751@anon.penet.fi
Date: Thu, 25 Jan 1996 17:44:36 UTC

This was originally posted in eight parts: 1, 2, 3, 3A, 4, 5, 6, and 7.
The parts have been pieced together for the archives.

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                                                   DON'T  ASK ,  DON'T  TELL
                                                                       by
                                                                 Pen Nomen



CHAPTER ONE

	Joe nervously handed his orders and ID to the MP at the main gate
to Ft. Gordon.  He had known this day was coming for almost three years,
but now it was really here.  Active duty as an officer in the United States
Army Signal Corps.  Other than the ROTC training and the six week stint of
training - also at Ft. Gordon - between his junior and senior years in
college, he had had no experience in giving orders, but now he was going to
be in a position of authority over twenty-year noncoms, maybe some of the
same ones who had hammered him into the ground as an eighteen year old Pfc.
seven years earlier.  The thought was daunting and made his heart race.

	The MP finished reading Joe's orders to someone at the other end of
the guard house telephone and returned to the car.  Propping his clipboard
on the window sill of Joe's '71 Chevy, he returned his orders and ID and
traced the military post streets to his destination which was marked with a
large "X".  "This is OTC 222 headquarters.  The First Sergeant will direct
you from there."  OTC for Officers' Training Company.  He stepped back from
the car and saluted smartly.  Startled, Joe tried to return the salute, map
still in hand, and rather botched it.

	The First Sergeant was a thirty-year type and had a hard, round
belly protruding over his webbed belt which rode low around his hips.  He
obviously found this assignment unworthy of him.  "You're in Building C
across the parade grounds.  Room Twelve on the first floor."  Gesturing
tiredly to his right with a wave of his hand.  "You will get your basic
issue from quartermaster across the street.  You will receive a
supplemental allowance for required dress uniforms and any other items you
want to spend it on.  Anything else is at your expense at the PX."  Then,
looking out the window at the dusty six year old Chevy with some disdain,
"You'll need to have an Post authorization decal for your car.  Training
begins at 6am Monday morning.  You're on your own until then."  He stood
and saluted, and this time, Joe returned it with a little more aplomb.

	At the quartermaster's supply depot Joe signed the receipt for his
standard issue of four sets of fatigues, two pair of combat boots, two sets
of the uniform of the day - short sleeved cotton khaki shirt, trousers,
khaki overseas cap, two sets of greens (pants and tunic), two light green
dress shirts, two ties and two pairs of black shoes.  All of them would
require some fitting and tailoring.  He drove around the block to the small
parking lot next to Building C.  The wooden front door was already standing
open, and he opened the screened door and carried his gear through the day
room down the hall to Room Twelve.  An army barracks converted into a
temporary BOQ - "Well, that's okay," he thought, "better than I've ever
seen out the Army before."  Room Twelve was small with an open clothes
rack, hangar and shelves, a standard issue chest of drawers, a new
three-quarter sized bed and a lavatory with mirror and cabinet for
toiletries.  He set off looking for the latrine which he found at the end
of the hall.  Making use of one of the unpartitioned urinals, he looked
around at the gleaming rows of six toilets and six urinals.  Behind the
wall was the common shower.  Twelve shower heads and wire soap dishes.  No
partitions, of course.

	While Joe was examining the shower and letting his memory linger
over his years' of enlisted experiences in such facilities, a young guy,
maybe a couple of years younger than him, wandered in, towel around his
waist and dop kit and soap in hand.  He was startled to see Joe.  "H'lo.
I'm Frank Kenton.  You in OTC 222?"

	Sticking out his hand, "Hi.  Yeah.  I'm Joe Harris.  Joey."

	"There's just us and one other guy so far.  Haven't met him yet,
just saw him down the hall and heard him moving around.  I guess most of
the others will be coming in tomorrow.  I just wanted to get acclimated
before things got seriously under way on Monday."

	"Me, too.  Well, see you later.  I'm in Room Twelve, if you're
interested in supper."

	"Sure.  I'm in Room Eight."

	Joe went back to his room and unpacked.  Then, deciding that Frank
had the right idea, he stripped, wrapped a towel around his waist and
walked back to the latrine, dop kit and soap in hand.  Entering the latrine
barefoot, Frank obviously couldn't hear him above the shower and stood
under the shower, eyes closed, slowly and erotically soaping his genitals.
His body still carried the marks of youthful growth, chest and shoulders
not yet filled out and ribs slightly showing.  Otherwise he was
athletically well-built.  His light reddish blond hair was plastered to his
skull and was only slightly lighter than the hair above his penis which
came to a point in the middle and trailed a thinning growth to just below
his navel.

	Frank's penis had grown erect under his soaping and manipulations,
and he was half washing and half masturbating as he stood under the spray,
eyes closed.  Joe felt his own penis lengthen and push at the towel wrapped
around his waist.  He quietly stepped back into the hallway and returned to
his room.  Putting on rubber flip-flops, he shuffled noisily down the hall
to the latrine, whistling.  This time when he entered the shower, Frank was
turned to the opposite wall, soaping his legs and feet.  Frank looked back
at Joe from under his arms as he bent over and mumbled a greeting.  Joe
looked at his butt, cheeks, parted slightly as he bent over.  He hung his
towel near the entry, turned on the shower head across and two up from
Frank and adjusted the temperature before stepping into the spray.

	Frank turned around and smiled shyly.  "Feels good in this heat,
huh?"

	"Yeah.  Sure does.  I was here last summer for ROTC training.  It
generally gets up to around 110 at midday and is so humid that it feels 10
degrees hotter."  Joe continued to soap as he talked, facing him.  He went
about his ablutions in a straight-forward way, soaping face, neck,
shoulders, arms and armpits before shifting to feet and working up his
thighs.  Then soaping his stomach, Joe turned and rinsed off as he ran a
soapy hand up and down and over the cleft of his buttocks.  Turning so that
the spray could rinse his back and soapy buttocks, he ran the bar of soap
liberally over his pubic hair and genitals, reaching down to thoroughly
lather the crevices and folds of his penis and testicles.  Joe noticed
Frank surreptitiously glancing over at him as he completed his rinsing,
rubbing hot water around his crotch and pubic hair to remove the last
vestiges of soap.  Joe maintained casual unawareness of Frank's examination
but knew what he was seeing.  At twenty-four, Joe was probably a couple of
years older than Frank, and the added years of maturity and light body
building had combined to fill him out more than Frank.  At an even six feet
in height and 175 pounds, he had developed broad muscled shoulders, deep
chest with well-defined pectorals.  Sit-ups with 40 pound weights had
developed stomach muscles that rippled in defined ridges to a flat, hard
abdomen, and running had developed a high, slightly prominent but,
nevertheless, firm, tight, narrow butt.  Joe's legs were well proportioned
and muscular, mid-way between a runner's and a weight-lifter's.  Joe knew
that with light, curly brown hair and a deep all-over tan, he looked even
better than just above average, but he also knew that what really held
Frank's attention was his straight, well-shaped cock which was without the
curves, hooks or other marring bulges or overly veinous proportions that he
knew to be the more common run of cock from his past military and locker
room experience.  About six inches long in its pubescently flacid (but
never quite limp) state, its erect size would have pushed seven inches or
slightly better.  Joe was not circumcised, and, normally, the foreskin
covered all but the top half of the head of his cock.  And, indeed, this
was the only part of Joe's cockhead that was exposed at the moment without
pushing the skin back to reveal its full plumpness - which he now did as he
soaped and rinsed that most private part of genitals under the
surreptitious gaze of his new friend, Frank.

	Frank and Joe both turned off their showers, and began to dry off.
Glancing unobserved at his younger acquaintance, Joe judged Frank's penis
to be roughly of the same size as his - perhaps a trifle shorter and not
quite so full in circumference, but also straight and well-shaped.  He was
circumcised so that the pinkish head of his cock was always on full
display.  As they walked down the hall to their rooms, Frank said, "Got a
carton of cold coke in my room.  Want one?"

	"Sure," said Joe, and they continued down the hall to Frank's room,
towel still wrapped around his waist.  In his room, Frank opened cokes for
each of them, then taking his towel off and hanging it on the hook on the
back of his door, slipped on a blue and white striped seersucker robe
softened from repeated launderings.  Frank propped on the bed, and Joe took
the single stuffed chair in his room, sliding forward slightly in the soft
naugahyde seat so that the towel around his waist rode up to above mid
thigh.

	They talked idly about their backgrounds, schools, and lightly
defining experiences.  Frank was from Columbus, Mississippi, and had gone
to The Citadel.  He was interested that Joe was from Asheville because his
parents had a lodge not very far away from there, about halfway between
Asheville and Highlands, and he'd spent a lot of time in the area as he'd
grown up.  He was also a UNC basketball fan, and he was delighted to
discover that Joe had averaged about eight minutes a game his last two
years as a walk-on.

	"I'm sorry, but I couldn't help noticing the scars on your left
shoulder and ribs and on your thigh.  Uh, they look almost like bullet
holes."  At the mention of them, Joe touched the small, slightly
star-shaped scar on the front of his right shoulder and the longer scar on
the right side of his rib cage.

	"Yeah.  Viet Nam.  Mostly flesh wounds, but a couple of the ribs
were fractured and I caught a bleeder in my thigh."  Raising his foot to
the seat of the chair, Joe opened his right leg slightly and bent to
examine the scar on the inside of his left thigh about halfway between knee
and groin.  Frank was half hypnotized as his movement exposed his Joe's
genital fully, the prepubescent cock and hairless scrotum with its
egg-shaped contents being exposed in unconscious licentiousness to Frank's
full view.  Joe couldn't help but notice a swelling movement in Frank's
crotch beneath the folds of his robe.

	Then, slightly shaking his head and raising his eyes quickly to
Joe's face, Frank looked startled.  "Hey, I remember reading about you.
'Hero' Harris, the sportswriters called you.  There were a lot of stories
about you when you were playing basketball.  What was it?  Silver Star?
Medal of Honor?"

	Joe felt his face redden slightly.  "I hate that name.  Athletic
department hype.  Yeah, Medal of Honor, but it was not nearly as much as
they made it out to be.  I think it was as much for army p.r. as anything
else.  Anyhow, it got me the scholarship to UNC and a regular army
commission."

	"You were UNC's three-point specialist.  Best average in NCAA
history.  What?  Seventy percent?"

	"No, about 65%.  More hype.  It went well with the 'Hero' Harris
bit."  Frank had come to a sitting position on the side of his bed, and, in
his excitement, his robe had parted without his being aware of it, exposing
his lengthened and half erect penis.

	"How long did it take you to heal?  Do the wounds bother you now?"

	"Nah.  I was okay in about six weeks and back home," Joe said
pressing the slightly whitened scars.  Then, grinning slightly with shyness
but an element of "dare you" he asked, "Wanta feel?"

	Frank hesitantly leaned forward and touched the star-shaped scar on
Joe's shoulder, brushing his hand back and forth over the slightly puckered
tissue.  Then as he raised Joe's arm, he traced the long scar on his ribs
where the fragment had sliced to his ribs.  Glancing at shaft of Frank's
cock which was now more than half erect, Joe opened his left thigh further,
and the rolled towel around his waist loosened slightly.  Bending closer to
examine the entry and exit scars, Joe said, touching the entry, "This is
where it went in."  Then raising his thigh slightly, and touching the exit,
"and this is where it came out."  Joe leaned closer and touched the small,
round entry and exit scars.  When he lowered his leg, the towel fell off
his waist and hung on either side of the chair, his entire genitalia
exposed and his penis, extended and half erect, resting on two double A
sized testicles in a full, pink hairless scrotum.

	Flushing, Frank stared openly and his own penis became fully erect.
At the involuntary betrayal of his own body, he raised his eyes to Joe's in
stricken humiliation.  Seeing Joe return his look seriously and without
judgement or scorn, his embarrassment subsided, and he hastily arose to
turn the lock on the inside of the door.  Then, returning, and after some
fumbling, he removed his robe and tossed it across the foot of his bed.

	Softly and slightly hoarse, "I'm really not sure what's come over
me.  This has never happened to me before."

	"It has to me," Joe said, quietly and without embarrassment or
mockery.  By now his penis was fully erect, and the uncircumcised foreskin
was pulled further back on the head of his cock as its length extended in
reaction to Frank's erection, but it was still not fully retracted to
expose the glory of its fully bared roundness.

	Hesitantly, Frank slipped to his knees before Joe and, as Joe
invitingly opened his thighs, he moved between them.  Resting his forearms
on Joe's thighs, he tentatively placed his left hand beneath his testicles
and then, more confidently, cupped his hand around them as he lifted them
from the seat of the chair and squeezed softly.  Gaining in confidence, he
wrapped his right hand around Joe's penis and stroked it softly, tracing
the now visible network of veins and the bulging ridge of vessel on the
under side of the shaft with trembling fingers.  Then encircling the
circumference more confidently and squeezing with a firm gentleness, Frank
slid the sheathing skin back to expose the fullness of cockhead and then
forward, looking intently at how the foreskin covered the glans as the skin
was pulled forward and at how the engorged corona flared in a curving
circle at bottom of the cockhead as the skin was pushed fully back.  After
a few firm strokes, he stopped and examined the pearl droplet of semen that
was standing in the opening at the tip of the head of Joe's cock.  He
leaned forward and inhaled, then pushing Joe's penis aside slightly, bent
further an breathed the scent of his pubic hair and scrotum.  "Musky," he
whispered hoarsely.

	Then sitting back slightly, Frank again examined the droplet
glistening on the tip of erect penis.  Raising his eyes to Joe's face, his
hand still wrapped around Joe's shaft, and seeing no resistance, he bent
forward, stuck out his tongue and tasted it tentatively, contemplatively,
looking Joe straight in the eye.  After a moment, he pulled the skin of
Joe's penis back firmly, exposing his engorged cockhead fully, and lowered
his lips to it, kissing it and then, somewhat hesitantly, licking it in
thrusting, then slowly circling motions.  Pushing Joe's penis back
lengthwise against his stomach, Frank began kiss and lick the bulging ridge
of the throbbing blood vessel on the underside that emerged from the pelvic
girdle at the base of Joe's penis and ran up the nether side to the opening
at the tip of helmet-like head.  Then allowing the hard shaft to stand in
natural erectness at a perpendicular angle to Joe's pelvis and holding the
sheathing skin firmly back, Frank again kissed the moist lips of the
opening at the tip of Joe's cock, flicking it softly with his tongue
through slightly parted lips.  Opening his mouth, he slid his lips down to
tightly encircle Joe's shaft just below the corona of the cockhead and
licked moistly at the exposed sensitivity.  His warm mouth and slightly
raspy tongue were wonderfully erotic to Joe.  "Beautiful," Frank whispered
raggedly.  After a couple of minutes, Frank began to breath rapidly through
his nose, and, moaning softly, he lowered his head and instinctively opened
his throat to engulf Joe's length in his mouth, sucking firmly and
massaging the bulging nether ridge with his tongue.  His eyes were closed
and his nose buried in Joe's softly curling pubes as he inhaled more
deeply, and the head of Joe's cock pushed at and through his now dilated
throat.  Making softly contented moaning noises, Frank raised his tightly
grasping lips to the tip of the glans, then holding the base of Joe's penis
with his right hand and pulling the skin back firmly, he lowered and raised
his mouth along along the other man's length in increasingly rapid
movements, pressing his tongue against the underside.  Frank felt Joe's
penis now throbbing palbably and, if possible, becoming harder and larger
as his ministrations continued.

	With sharp aching stab in his loins, Joe began insistently to
thrust his hips back and forth, sliding in and out of Frank's tightly
encircling lips and stroking tongue.  "Ungh!  Ungh!" Joe grunted
ecstatically as his penis began to spasm and jerk, and his pressure filled
loins pumped a pulsing stream of semen into Frank's mouth.  Swallowing
rapidly, he engulfed Joe's shaft to its base and then pulled his lips half
way back up the shaft so that the jets of cum could fill his mouth.  As the
ejaculation subsided, he continued to lick and swallow.  As Joe's erection
subsided, Frank's tongue and lips cleaned every vestige of the ejaculation
from the folds of his penis.  Only when it had subsided to a relaxed state
did he let it slip gently from his mouth with a slight slurping popping
noise of a pulled cork.  Kissing its length and gently licking Joe's balls,
he sat back and raised himself to a sitting position on the side of his
bed.

	Joe half sat, half reclined loosely in the chair with his eyes
closed, as his breathing and pulse returned to near normal.  Then opening
his eyes, he saw Frank looking at him closely, half expecting contempt and
scorn.  Instead, Joe smiled tenderly at him and slipped forward to his
knees in front of him and, taking Frank's hard, throbbing length in his
hand, squeezed and stroked it as he slipped his lips moistly over its head
to it base, engulfing it length.  Frank inhaled sharply in startled
pleasure, and his cock began to throb and thrust instantly.  Still excited
with unsatisfied lust, Frank softly grasped Joe's head on either side and
began to thrust in and out rapidly as Joe's lips and tongue moved busily.
After only a very few strokes, Frank's cock began, first, to palpitate
urgently and, then, to spasm and jerk furiously as he ejaculated copiously
into Joe's throat.  Joe swallowed rapidly and greedily until Frank's
erection subsided and then licked and kissed him clean before withdrawing.

	After a few moments Joe raised his head and looked at Frank.
"You've done this before?" Frank asked.

	"Yes.  Not often, but yes."

	"Where?  When?  Who with?" he asked rapidly.

	"First, in the army as an enlisted man.  Stateside and in Nam.
With a guy who was ny best friend.  He was killed the same day I was
wounded.  Then for about three years off and on in college with another guy
on the basketball team."

	"Who?" he asked, both jealous and curious.

	Joe hesitated.  Then, "Richie Burkhardt."

	"The All American?"

	"Yeah, but keep it to yourself.  I wouldn't help him any and it's
over now.  I only told you because you deserve to know."

	"Are you gay?" he asked.

	"Are you?" Joe flashed back.

	"No!  I mean I don't know.  Am I?"  Now quiet and unsure.

	"I don't know - maybe - but I don't think you are, although I must
say you're very accomplished in your technique.  No, I'm not homosexual,
but I guess I have to admit to obvious bisexuality."

	"What do we do now?" he asked, becoming miserable.

	"Well, we could go to a movie tonight."  Frank looked at Joe,
startled.  Then catching Joe's drift, he laughed quietly.  "No," Joe said,
"what we do is we keep this to ourselves.  If it happens again, it'll be
because we both want it to.  No loose talking, no loose looks, no loose
attitude.  We'll be good friends, I think.  I think we would be without
this," he said placing his hand on Frank's genitals and covering his with
Frank's hand.  "But this has to be kept quiet, just between you and me in
strictest privacy.  I promise no quickies with anyone else, no promiscuity,
and, if we're to carry this any further, I would like the same from you."

	He thought for a minute.  "Yeah.  I agree with that.  I like that
approach."

	"And, Frank.  I intend to stay in this man's army, and they throw
you out for this if it becomes known by the wrong people.  So!  Strictly
secret, huh?"

	"Yeah.  I plan to stay in, too."

	They got dressed, took their new uniforms into a "while you wait"
military tailor in Augusta, had a good steak with trimmings and went to a
movie, returning to their quarters after midnight for more prolonged and
intense sexual exploration of one another.


CHAPTER TWO

	He floated face down, spread-eagled, arms apart, legs splayed and
slightly bent at the knees to provide maximum wind resistance.  Three
thousand feet.  Dipping his right arm and shoulder and lifting his left, he
veered sharply to the right with increasing speed as his head lowered and
his legs lifted sharpening his angle to the ground.  There was Bart, just
yards away and veering to meet him.  They were within a few feet, then
closed and grasped hands, spreading again to increase resistance and slow
their fall.  Twelve hundred, one thousand, seven hundred, three hundred.
Locking eyes, he held up two fingers and Bart nodded.  Loosening their
grasp, Joey and Bart pulled their cords, and their chutes grabbed air at
about seventy-five feet and they hung vertically, automatic weapons unslung
and at the ready.  They landed on the run, without falling, and came to
stop, quickly gathering their chutes under their arms.

	The jeep sped to them and they threw their chutes into one side of
the back, unstrapped their rigs, and climbed in to be driven back to the
instruction area.

	"Alright, you men.  First Lieutenant Harris and Sergeant Williams
have demonstrated what it is your job to learn.  Don't try it yet.  You're
not ready.  But you will be by four jumps from now.  Free fall ninety-eight
hundred feet and chutes at two hundred.  Its the only way to avoid enemy
fire, and even then its close."  Turning as Joey and Bart approached, "Good
job, Lieutenant Harris, Sergeant Williams."

	Joe Harris had spent almost three years in training before getting
a nonschool assignment and then it was to instruct!  Fort Gordon for three
months.  Oachuca for advance technical training in signal equipment for
eight months.  Airborne for six months.  Rangers for six months.  Language
school at Monterey and then back to South Carolina as an instructor for the
82nd Airborne for what looked like a two year assignment.  Things had gone
well so far.  At or near the top of every class he had completed.
Ninety-ninth percentile in ERs.  But he still felt he should be doing more
than just training himself or others.

	He was browner and, if possible, even more physically fit and
developed than when he had entered the army at Fort Gordon almost two years
earlier.  His military bearing was impeccable.  Tailored fatigues and spit
polished jump boots added to erect posture and crisp movements.  His combat
skill tools had already become legendary on post.  Post championship in
marksmanship for four of the six weapons contested and runner-up in the
other two.  Black belt karate.  Eighty-six killing techniques with knife,
wire and hands.  Post record on the obstacle course.  His personnel jacket
recorded an IQ of 154 and proficiency in Arabic, Pharsee and Russian.
Tough, smart, good-looking.  What more to ask?  But, nevertheless, he felt
a vague sense of uselessness, an unnameable anxiety and disquiet.

	Back at the BOQ after the completion of the training day, he
showered and shaved and, slipping on a pair of boxer shorts, padded down
the hall to Jim Bratton's room.  He could hear Jim's shower running, so he
went in, helped himself to a beer from the small refrigerator and sat
sipping it when Jim emerged in cloud of steam from his closed bath.  Joe
offered a freshly opened bottle of beer, and Jim took a long pull before
beginning to dry off.  Quickly blotting his hair and drying running
droplets from face, shoulders and torso, he more carefully dried his feet
and legs.  Then he reached down and dried his crotch, balls and penis and
pulled the now damp towel back forth down the cleft splitting his butt.
Getting a fresh, dry towel, he began to blot and rub his scalp soaking up
as much moisture as possible.  His face covered, Joe examined him more
openly.  Jim was a Lieutenant Colonel, divorced and almost forty, but still
with a twenty- five year old body, smooth skinned and well muscled, his
penis in a relaxed state must have been six inches.  "Wonder what it would
be like hard?" Joe thought, looking away as Jim completed drying his hair.
He and Frank had continued their relationship through Basic Officers'
School and through Oachuca, but then their assignments had taken different
directions.  Frank was in Germany now with a line Signal company.  Joe had
been sexually involved with two women - one whom he'd thought he loved and
almost married - but had been celibate in same sex encounters since Frank.
His penis swelled slightly as he cut his eyes to Jim's nakedness, but he
didn't think that Jim would go for such a relationship and didn't want to
chance screwing up their friendship or worse.

	"How about getting a bite at the Officer's Club," he asked Jim.

	"Thanks.  But I've got a date with Major Barbara Allen."  He
grinned and winked.  The charming Barbry Allen!  Probably Jim's next wife.
A beautiful and charmingly efficient S-3 on the Group CO's staff.

	"Okay.  I'll probably head on over and see what kind of dinner
company I can pick up on the fly."  He didn't see Jim follow him with
speculative gaze as he walked from the room.

                                                          * * *

	At the Officers' Club he had a couple of drinks and played the
quarter slot machines for half an hour without running into anyone who
would be a like dinner companion.  He was headed into the Grill to eat a
solitary BLT, when ran into the Division Adjutant, Col. James Townsend.

	"Joe!  Are you alone?"

	"Yessir.  Thought I'd grab a sandwich in the Grill and turn in
early."

	"Martha and I would like for you to join us if you would.  Our
son's home.  Jim.  He's just graduated from the Point and is home for
couple months' before he reports to Basic Officers' School."  Then, with
obvious and justifiable pride, "Graduated third in his class."

	"Sure, I'd like to meet him and really would enjoy some company for
dinner.  Let me wash up and I'll join you in a two or three minutes."

	The men's room had only one occupant, a young fresh faced college
kid standing at the last of line of four urinals.  Joe took the one at the
far end, and as he was using it, he became aware of being watched.  Looking
quickly to his left, he noticed the young guy cutting his eyes to examine
him and glance down at his penis.  Joe decided not to notice and see what
might happen.  After urinating, he shook his penis a few more time than
necessary.  Turning back to the lavatory, he washed his hands and face, the
young man a couple of sinks down.  Joe undid his pants and dropped them to
his knees as he put a military tuck in the sides of shirt.  He'd worn
briefs and his genitals bulged noticeably.  Pulling his pants back up and
tucking his shirt neatly in, he noticed the young guy coloring and quickly
look away.  He left the men's room ahead of Joe.  Watching the door close
on him, Joe wished half regretfully that he had the nerve and inclination
to be more predatory.  The kid was really good looking, fresh faced and
clear skinned.  Almost pretty in his freshness and youth.

	He joined Jim and Martha and their son in the dining room.  When he
arrived at the table and spoke to Martha, Jim introduced to him to their
son who'd been sitting with his back to entry as Joe had approached the
table.  It was the kid from the men's room.  Joe, this our son Jonathan.
Jon, 1st Lieutenant Joe Harris, one of the jump masters in airborne
training."

	Jon flushed deeply and looking quickly at Joe and back down at his
plate, stood up and held out his hand.  Then looking him straight in the
eye, "Nice to meet you, sir."

	"Joe, please.  I'll call your dad that, but I think 1st Lieutenants
don't really need it from Second Lieutenants except in duty context."

	He was aware of Jon's surreptitious scrutiny during dinner.  Joe
addressed a large part of his conversation to him in order to have an
opportunity to examine him more directly.  He had his mother's ash blond
coloring and good looks.  Joe concluded that they were about the same size.

	"So, have you made branch selection yet, Jon?"

	"Signal Corps.  I'll be doing Basic Officer's School at Ft.
Gordon."

	"Really!  I'm Signal, too.  How long will you be here before
reporting?"

	"About six weeks."

	"Not by any chance a tennis player or racquet ball player?"

	"Both!  Do you play?"

	"He just won the post championship in racquetball, and I hear he
may repeat in tennis," Jon's dad interjected.  Then, again with obvious
pride, "Jon's no slouch himself, Joe."

	Blushing again at his father's glowing pride, he said, "Maybe we
can get a few games in.  That is if your duties permit it."

	"Sure, I'd love to.  How about Saturday morning.  I'm officer of
the day in the training company, but that shouldn't interfere, I just keep
the company clerk and first sergeant aware of where I am in case anything
comes up.  Say eight o'clock?"

	"Sure, I'll meet you here at the tennis court.  Shall I reserve a
court?"

	"Yeah.  That's great.  I'll look forward to it."

                                                        * * *

	Joe wore his tennis togs to the court on Saturday morning, and saw
Jon banging some balls against the practice wall.  Joe had been right about
their being of a size.  He guessed that they would even come within
fractions of an inch in their more detailed measurements.

	They warmed up a few minutes, then started playing.  Jon had an
even better serve than Joe and was probably just as quick, but his ground
strokes, back hand and volley techniques were touch behind Joe's, and Joe
ended up winning the match in four sets, but no set by more than two games.

	Both of them were wet with perspiration from the heat of the day
and the exertion.  They had a glass of lemonade and talked idly for a few
minutes.  Then, Jon said, "I need to get my clothes from ny car to shower
and change.  Would you like to have the club brunch afterwards?"

	"Gee, I'm sorry, Jon.  The club locker room and shower is being
remodeled.  Why don't you come to the BOQ and use my shower.  Then we can
have brunch or go off post to a place I know of that's even better, if
you'd like."

	He hesitated.  Then, "Sure.  Okay.  I didn't know about the locker
room and shower.  Sure you don't mind."

	"Not at all.  Just follow me, and I'll show which BOQ I'm living
in."

	Arriving at the BOQ, Joe noticed that most of the cars were gone
from the parking lot and guessed that most of the other guys either had
duty or were away for the weekend.

	In his room, Joe handed him a clean towel and washcloth and said,
"You first.  Be my guest."

	"Thanks," he said taking them.  He looked around for a place to put
his clean clothes, and then, looking inquiringly at Joe and seeing assent,
hung them in his closet.  He went into the bathroom, fully clothed and shut
the door.  Looking at the door speculatively, Joe stripped out of his soggy
tennis clothes, and lay naked on the top of his bed while Jon showered.
When Joe heard the shower stop, he wrapped a towel around his waist and
waited for Jon to dry off and emerge.  A couple of minutes later, he came
out, towel wrapped around his waist and sweat soaked tennis togs and shoes
in one hand.  He set them in a neat pile at the foot of the bed and stood.
Although his coloring was darker, Joe thought they could probably be twins
in size and physical type.  Like Joe, Jon had little body hair.  His
shoulders were broad and straight and he was deep chested, with sharply
defined musculature in his torso, small, muscular waist and narrow hips.
Their legs even had the same shape.  "Out in a couple of minutes," Joe
said.

	Joe shaved and showered quickly and emerged, towel wrapped around
his waist, expecting Jon to be dressed already.  But he wasn't.  He looked
at Joe in embarrassment.  "I forgot clean underwear, and my trousers are
torn," he said.

	Assessing the lay of the land quickly, Joe said, "No problem.
We're about the same size.  You can borrow some from me if you'd like."

	"Gee, that'd be swell, but I hate to put you to the trouble."

	"No trouble.  Why don't I get us a cup of coffee from the common
room, and we can take our time about brunch.  I think we've missed the last
serving at the club.  Cream and sugar?"

	"Thanks.  A little milk."

	Returning to the room, Joe handed Jon a cup.  His trip to the
common room had confirmed that this floor of the BOQ was deserted, and upon
reentering the room, he pushed the automatic lock before shutting the door.
Propping up on his bed, Joe gestured to the easy chair a few feet away.
They drank their coffee and talked idly about Jon's career to this point
and his experiences at the Academy.

	"Have a girl?" Joe asked.

	Unaccountably, he blushed again.  "Did.  We were engaged, but its
off now."

	"Oh, sorry.  Didn't mean to touch a nerve."  This time Joe blushed
at his gaff.

	Jon looked contemplatively at his coffee cup for a two or three
minutes.  Then took a swallow and again stared at its contents.  "The funny
thing is that it really doesn't bother me.  We'd gone together for over a
year.  We'd petted pretty heavy, but had never made love.  I told her that
I wanted to wait until we were married.  Truth is I guess I don't have a
very strong libido.  She got knocked up by another guy last winter, and she
broke it off with me.  Their married now."

	"Gee, that's tough."

	THey sat silently a few minutes finishing their coffee.  Then
getting up, Joe said, "Let's get you some clothes."

	Suddenly, Joe had a rather childish inspiration.  Opening the
utility drawer in his desk, Joe took out a tape measure and said, "I think
we're about the same size, but why don't we measure you to make sure I get
you something that fits."

	Still contemplating his remarks about his broken engagement and
only a little puzzled by the production Joe was making, Jon said, "Okay."

	Joe approached him and gestured for him to stand up.  Wrapping the
tape measure around his waist just above the towel, Joe read, "Thirty-three
inches."  Then measuring his own waist, Joe said, "What does it say?"
Bending to look, he answered, "Thirty-three."

	"I'll bet we're within a quarter of inch of the same height, too,"
Joe said pushing him against the door frame and holding book on top of his
head, marked his height with a pencil on the door frame.  "Six feet, flat,"
Joe said.  "I think that's my height, too.  Here, mark," Joe commanded
handed him the book and pencil.  He marked and stepping back they both
looked.  "No need to measure.  The marks almost touch."

	Then, "Let's get your chest.  H'mmm, forty-two inches.  Here, you
get me."

	"Forty-two," he read.

	"Hold your arm out.  Let me get length, and biceps."  Standing
close to him Joe measured and read out, "Thirty-four and seventeen."  Joe
noticed that Jon was starting to blush again and had begun to breath
slightly rapidly as he got identical measurements from Joe.

	So they proceeded - neck, head, foot length, calf circumference.
Joe measured his own thighs and read the numbers and handed Jon the tape
and for the first time found almost an inch difference, Joe's larger than
Jon's.

	"Well," Joe said, stepping behind him, "That just leaves the hips,
and if you're going to borrow underwear and pants, that's probably the most
important."  Joe stretched it around Jon's hips across his pubic area and
thought he detected a prominent protrusion of the terry cloth towel, but
couldn't be sure.  Uncharacteristically throwing caution aside, Joe said
flatly, "You're going to have drop the towel to get an accurate
measurement."  Joe stepped back from him.  If this didn't work, Joe was in
for it because his penis was fully erect and there'd be no way to hide it
from him if Jon turned to face him.

	As it was, Joe saw the back of Jon's neck redden.  He paused a
moment, then reached up and detached the towel, holding it in his right
hand.  Again, Joe brought the tape measure around Jon's narrow, firm butt
and reached his hand around his front side to complete the encirclement.
In doing so, his hand brushed Jon's pubic hair, and Joe "accidentally"
dropped the end of the tape measure.  Groping for it, his hand brushed
Jon's penis, fully erect and giving off noticeable heat.  Measuring
quickly, Joe read off the measurement which was actually a blurred reading.
Joe was almost dizzy.  Then stepping around to his front side, Joe stooped,
"I guess there's just one more."  Joe measured his hard length from his
pelvis to its throbbing tip.  "Seven inches," Joe said.  Giving him the
benefit of a quarter inch.  His own, Joe knew, was seven.  Then wrapping
the tape around the circumference about midway between base and tip, Joe
read "Three and a half.  Perfect proportions, his penis was straight and
beautiful.  Jon was blushing furiously and breathing raggedly and harshly.

	Then pushing him into a sitting position on the edge of the bed,
Joe handed him the tape and stepped in front of him, removing his towel.
"Now, me," Joe said.  Jon stared at Joe's hardened and lengthened penis,
stricken, and with shaking hands brought the tape measure up to run along
its length.  "S-s-seven inches," he stuttered, transfixed by the pearl drop
of semen squeezing from the tip of Joe's cock.

	"How big around," Joe asked softly.  With shaking hands, Jon took
the measure, "three and a half."  Moving slightly, Joe's penis brushed
Jon's cheek.

	"Oh, God," he said, looking up at Joe desperately.  Then, as Joe
turned slightly, the head of Joe's cock brushed his lips.  Sighing
raggedly, Jon brought his hands up to cup Joe's buttocks and hold him
fixed, then closing his eyes, he opened his lips and encircled the head of
Joe's penis.  Having been excited to the point of climax by the measuring
charade, Joe thrust his hips forward, pushing into Jon's encircling mouth
to about three quarters the length of his shaft and, with uncontrollable
spasms, ejaculated into his mouth.  Jon was not prepared, and some of Joe's
semen escaped from around his lips, but adjusting quickly he stroked Joe's
firm buttocks and pulled him forward as he licked, sucked and swallowed
rapidly.  Then, as Joe subsided, he grunted, "Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" and Joe
felt the forceful spurts of Jon's hot semen against knees and thighs as he
ejaculated uncontrollably.

	When they'd both subsided, Jon sat on the edge of his bed, elbows
on knees and the heels of hands dug into his eyes.  "Oh, God!  No!  Oh,
what have I done?" he whispered disconsolately.  Joe stepped back and sat
in the chair while he waited for Jon to calm.  Finally, Jon looked at Joe
with stricken eyes.  After a moment, he stammered, bright red blotches on
his cheek, "I . . . I've n-n-never done anything like that before," he
spoke in a low abject voice.  "I just. . . I mean I just don't know what to
say."  Tears spilled over his eyelids and slid down his cheek.  Joe
remained quiet as Jon permitted himself to become calmer, inhaling and
exhaling deeply several times.  Finally, he looked at Joe again,
embarrassed.  "I just. . . I just don't know what came over me.  I'm sorry.
. . I'm just so sorry."

	Joe thought, "he thinks he's seduced me!"

	"Jon," Joe said.  Jon looked at him again, miserable.  "Jon,
nothing happened that I didn't expect to happen.  That I didn't want to
happen!  You didn't take advantage of me.  If anything, it was the other
way around."

	"But you were just measuring for. . . for the clothes, and I. . ."
He couldn't finish as he flushed again and looked at the carpet between his
feet.

	"Jon," Joe said, with some shame and guilt that he'd been
responsible for the younger man's miserable state, "I sat it up.  Last
night in the men's room at the Club, I saw you looking at me.  I wanted
this happen.  Don't you realize that the measuring stuff was just to see if
you'd respond?"

	Incredulously, "You mean you. . ."  He trailed off, remembering the
sequence of events.  "You wanted me to, to, to. . . to you know?"

	"Only if you wanted to," Joe answered, "and I suspected you might.
But you've never done this before, have you?"

	Jon shook his head mutely.

	"I should have known."  Then a further thought struck Joe.  "You're
a virgin, aren't you?"  No mockery.  No judgment.  Jon hesitated and nodded
mutely.  Joe continued, things becoming clear, "You were relieved about
your former fiancee.  How long have you been imagining something like this
another man?"

	"Since my freshman year at the Academy.  I saw so many guys in the
showers there, and after awhile, I just started wondering what it would be
like, and later I began to think about it and wanted it, but I was resigned
that it would never happen.  B-b-but n-now. . ."

	"Jon, I'm not a homosexual predator, despite appearances.  You're
the fourth in my experience, and every guy has been the only one that I was
having relationships while it was going on.  I've been celibate with men
for almost eighteen months.  I like women and have had relationships,
sexual and loving, with several, but I've never been in love with a woman.
. . I also need to make it clear to you and you need to be assured that
this stays with us.  I don't talk or signal this sort of thing to anyone
else and you mustn't either.  We're both in this army to stay, and if we're
going to stay, no one can know except upon complete assurance of trust in
each other's confidentiality."

	 Joe's words were obviously having a calming effect on Jon, and Joe
decided that assimilating his recent experience and talking about it was
now what he needed.  On that note, Joe leaned slowly toward him and pressed
his lips against his.  At first, he recoiled, but then hesitantly returned
the pressure of his lips.  Joe parted the younger man's lips with his
tongue, and thrust it gently into his mouth.  He could taste his own fresh
semen, and, strangely, it excited him.  Joe pulled back.  "Come," he said,
taking his hand and pulling him from the bed into the bath.  Joe led him
into the shower stall and turned on a mildly hot spray.  He waited
wonderingly as Joe soaped a wash cloth thoroughly and began to wash him
slowly and thoroughly, beginning with his face and quickly rinsing it, then
working down his neck, shoulders and arms and gently scrubbing his chest,
stomach and back as he turned without resistance at the pressure of his
movements.  Then Joe stooped and washed his feet, working up his each leg
to his crotch.  As Joe had washed his lower extremities, he glanced up and
saw Jon watching him curiously as his head was at a level with his
genitals.  His penis lengthened and hardened to a half erect state.  Joe
stood and, turning Jon's body, washed his buttocks and the sweetly dividing
cleft with a sudsy wash cloth.  Turning him back to face him, Joe reached
between his thighs with the soapy cloth and without show of emotion began
to wash his heavy testicles and then his half erect penis and the hair
above it.  Dropping the wash cloth across the towel rod, Joe used his hands
to skin the sheath of skin back and soap its length and the head of his
cock thoroughly.  Then, directing him to stand directly under the spray,
Joe splashed clean water on his genitals and thoroughly rinsed them and
removed all vestiges of soap.

	By this time, Jon was fully erect and breathing heavily.  Joe began
to wash himself, but Jon took the wash cloth from him and performed the
same ablutions on Joe.  Stepping from the shower stall, they both dried
each other, sometimes getting in each other's way but without any
alteration of their mutual drying process.  Jon had remained fully erect,
but Joe had willed his erection to subside, and as they stepped back to the
bedroom, Jon was in a state of full arousal.  Joe sat him down on the soft,
overstuffed chair, and dropping to his knees between Jon's legs, he began
to stroke his penis and testicles.  The inevitable droplet of semen had
seeped to the slit at the tip of his cock and Joe leaned forward licked it
off, before dropping his mouth to cover the youger man's glans and swirl
his tongue over and around it rapidly.  Jon's penis was already throbbing
insistently, and he was breathing rapidly.  Sensing that he'd best not
dally, Joe dropped his head until his nose was buried in his thick thatch
on his pelvis and the head of his cock was pressing against the back of his
mouth and past the first small closure of his throat.  Cupping and
squeezing his testicle gently, Joe pumped his mouth lovingly up and down on
Jon's shaft.  Jon was gently cupping the sides of Joe's head, his hands
pressed lightly over his ears.  He began to raise and lower his hips to
thrust into Joe's mouth as Joe descended on his length and to pull back as
the seeking lips withdrew.  Joe's movements became more rapid and he sucked
harder, as he felt the thrusting rhythm speed up.  Then, Joe felt the tube
on the underside of his penis swell and his penis lengthen and harden, and
with an "Ugh! Ugh!" his penis began to spasm and pump pulsating spurts of
hot semen into his rapidly swallowing mouth.

	After his erection had subsided, with Joe's lips still wrapped
tightly around the base of the softening penis and his tongue idly
caressing and cleansing all traces of his semen from its folds and creases,
Joe let it slip reluctantly from his mouth.

                                                     * * *

	"You know, back there when I was telling you about breaking my
engagement to Linda?"

	"Yeah?" Joe responded lazily.

	"I said I guessed I didn't have a very strong libido?"

	"Yeah," Joe smiled.

	"I guess that wasn't really right.  Maybe I just don't have a very
strong libido when it comes to making it with women."

	"I know what you mean.  Seems to me a majority are too high
maintenance.  Always demand to be courted.  To be pursued.  You just seem
to use up too much energy.  Its changing some I think.  The ones who can be
friends, who can let you know what they want sexually, and not require that
you go through some elaborate spider dance ritual, they're the ones that
I've really enjoyed sex with.  Sex with males is more often not like that.
At least, not in my experience.  Usually, you've become friends first, and
then you find willingness sexually.  After that its all mutual.  I don't
know many outright gays and have only come close enough to swishy ones to
observe.  But from what I've heard and observed, they may require the same
of spider dance."

	Jon looked at Joe curiously.  "When. . . When did you. . .?  You
know."

	"When did I realize I could make with a guy?  During basic training
when I was nineteen.  My best buddy - he was killed in Nam - and I were on
a three day survival training mission.  Nothing to intense as things went
over there.  On the second night out we were in a secure area and were
sitting around on our sleeping bags eating MREs.  He started talking about
the possibility of getting killed in 'Nam and dying a virgin.  One thing
led to another, and somehow we each realized that something mutually sexual
had been growing in our friendship.  And, well, we just ended up doing it."

	Jon sat thoughtfully a few minutes.  "My room mate at the Point
first made me start to think what it would be like.  Oh, we never did
anything.  I was too scared, and if he had any similar inclinations, I
guess he was, too.  But I'd see him naked all the time, and first thing I
knew I'd had a night time emission dreaming of sex with him.  After that, I
couldn't help noticing other guys in the shower and wondering what it would
be like.  It got to the point that I'd take showers at odd hours because I
was afraid I'd betray myself.  I guess at the Club when I saw you in the
men's room, I just couldn't help looking."

	"Look," said Joe, "we can make it okay.  Just have to be discreet.
You need to think about dating, heck, even marrying.  Probably be pretty
good.  You'll like - or love some female, and it'd be good to have children
and family.  Hell, I don't know but what I might try it myself.  Might
'outgrow' this aspect of sex and be a hundred percent straight."

	Jon spied a scuba magazine on Joe's desk.  "You scuba dive?  I used
to when I was in high school and Dad was stationed in Hawaii."

	"Nah.  But I'm gonna take lessons starting next week at the club."

	"Really?  I'd like to take a refresher.  It's been four years.  How
long is the school?"

	"Speed course.  Just two weeks, three nights a week, two hours a
week.  Look why don't we take lessons together.  I've got leave scheduled
in three weeks, and I'm going to the Bahamas for a week to scuba dive.  We
could go together."

	Jon calculated silently and brightened.  "Great!  You're on."

                                                     * * *

	Three weeks later, they were in Abaco.  The dive instructor had
told them about a dive master, charter fishing boat owner, who owned a
small four acre island about a mile off Hopetown.  He lived there and had
his marina and boats there.  He also three rental cottages sprinkled around
the shore of the island.  They'd made arrangements to rent one of the
cottages and were there for the second day.

	The setting was, indeed, perfect.  The small three room cottage had
a bedroom with two double beds, a living room with rustic, island
furniture, a rudimentary kitchen and screened porch.  No air conditioning
or heat, although it could get a little chilly that far north at night.
All the windows and doors were simply openings in the thick stucco walls.

	The first day, Charlie, the dive master, had taken them to several
of the reefs to dive and taught them to use the boat and the radio to check
in and had promised them that after a couple days, if they showed good dive
habits and knowledge, he would let them go alone.

	Both Joe and Jon took to scuba diving immediately.  Smart and
athletic, they'd had no trouble in mastering the equipment and developing a
fairly high level of diving skill.  They'd both decided to buy their own
equipment which they had brought with them.

	They were having lunch of conch chowder, cold fish and beer before
taking the boat out on their first solo.  Both of them were wearing skimpy
tight fitting swim suits and their dive gear was at the door.

	"What say we go to that little beach on that long island about four
miles south where there's a reef just about a quarter mile out?" Jon asked.
"We can beach the boat, and get to the reef from the shore."

	"Sounds good."  He didn't make any attempt to hide his admiration
of Jon's body in the skimpy swimming brief.  The suit was white, and Joe
could see his penis as clearly and in as much detail as if he had been
nude; Jon's light brown pubic which emerged into plain sight in a little
point at the center of the waist of brief, and trailed in a thinning line
to his belly button about two inches higher.  Jon became aware of the open
examination and blushed slightly and his penis became slightly enlarged.
He returned Joe's open stare, and then they grinned at each other.

	Thirty minutes later they were at their destination, boat beached
and secured and putting on their tanks, masks and snorkel.  Before they
entered the water, fins in hand, Joe impulsively slipped his bathing suit
off and threw it in the boat.  Jon turned and looked at his naked dive
buddy in amused surprise and stripped off his trunks and threw them toward
the boat.  When they'd gotten to waist deep within a few feet of the beach,
they slipped on their fins and set their dive watches.  "About thirty
minutes?" Joe asked, and at Jon's nod of assent, they adjusted their masks
and regulator mouth pieces and dove.

	The water was wonderfully clear, and within two or three hundred
yards they were at sixty feet and approaching the reef.  The sea life was
amazingly beautiful, full of color and with varied forms of grace it swam,
floated or crawled on and around the reef wall and the plankton food
source.  After a few minutes, Jon let Joe swim slightly ahead as he admired
his athletic grace in the weightless environment.  "What a gorgeous body!"
he thought.  He came silently even with but slightly below Joe to look more
closely at his penis and testicles floating relaxed in the water.  Reaching
up, he cupped one hand around his scrotum and grasped his penis.  Joe,
startled, stopped swimming, and they stood vertically on the sandy floor
under the shadow of the reef and embraced, squeezing buttocks and rubbing
genitals with hand and matching genitalia.  Both of them slowly became
erect in the cool water.  Joe looked at his watch and motioned Jon up and
back toward to the beach.  Jon, nodded assent and they started back,
swimming closely, side by side in unison.

	Back on the beach, they stowed their dive gear in the boat and,
spreading two giant beach towels in a solid blanket on the slightly coarse
sand, they lay down.  It was not long before they were embracing and
caressing one another's penis.  Jon made the first move, kissing and
licking Joe's body, lips to pubis, he positioned himself between Joe's legs
and sucked his penis slowly into his mouth, then began to move up and down
upon it.  Joe reached down and, pulling at Jon's body, induced to him to
move into a position straddling his head.  Jon's penis was brought within
inches of his mouth and, simultaneously grasping Jon's buttocks and pulling
him to him and slightly raising his head, he took Jon's length into him
soixante-neuf.

	After a couple of minutes, sucking and pumping orally, Jon let
Joe's throbbing penis slip from his mouth and withdrew his penis from Joe.
Moving aside, still on his knees, he looked at Joe.  "I want you to screw
me in the ass," he said not bothering to be subtle.  Joe was startled.  He
had never done this.  Compliantly, however, he moved in position behind Jon
and, leaning over kissed his back as he caressed his buttocks.  Raising up
and looking down, he thought, "I'll never get this in there."  Then he
spotted the coconut oil at the edge of the towels, and opening it poured
some in his cupped hand which he spread liberally over Jon's cleft and
slightly into the interior of the opening near the bottom the cleft.  He
then doused his penis liberally with the oil until it was dripping from the
end.  He pulled his uncircumcised foreskin over the head of his cock and
placing the covered tip squarely against and lightly into the opening, he
slowly pushed.  As his well-oiled penis made its entry, the slickened head
of Joe's cock began to emerge from the covering foreskin and enter slightly
more easily.

	Jon was grunting and moaning softly.  Joe stopped his entry.  "Am I
hurting you?"

	"No.  Yes, a little, but please don't stop. Ugh!  I want it all."

	Joe continued to push until his pubis was pressed against Jon's
buttocks and his testicle slapping softly at Jon's.  "Screw me, Joe!" Jon
grunted.  Joe withdrew about half-way and pushed against. his enclosing
tunnel was hot and tight, and Joe's own excitement began to rise.  Moving
more confidently, he withdrew until only the head remained inside, and
pushed all the way in again.  Jon was softly moaning. his movements became
more rapid and longer, and breathing raggedly, he reached around and
grasped Jon's penis and began to pump as he thrust his hips forward and
back and as Jon moved to meet him.

	Jon was not silent.  "Ungh!  Oh, oh!  Its so good.  More, more!
Faster, faster.  Oh, Joe fuck me.  Ungh!"

	Joe's penis lengthened and hardened and as he began his thrust
forward, it spasmed and began to ejaculate as large, pulsating stream of
semen.  As his penis moved more easily through the thoroughly moistened
tunnel to it furthest possible point, Jon moaned, "So good.  So Good!  Oh,
boy, that was so good."

	Joe withdrew and lay on his back.  Looking at Jon, he saw that he
was still throbbingly erect.  "Hold that thought, Jon," he said, stroking
Jon's penis and laughing softly, "I want you to do me next.  You'll be
getting a cherry to, so please be gentle and promise me you'll respect me
afterwards."

	Jon rolled toward him and pressed his lips against Joe's, gently
but insistently intruding his tongue and cupping his penis and testicles in
his hand.  He lowered his lips and sucked at each of Joe's nipples,
flicking the erect tips with his tongue.  Slipping between Joe's legs, he
grasped him behind each knee and lifted and pushed until Joe's knees were
at his shoulders and his thighs tight against his chest.  The position
lifted and spread Joe's buttocks and exposed the pink, puckered opening.
Jon picked up the coconut oil and squeezed a soft stream into the cleft and
over his own erect penis.  Sliding up until the front of his thighs were
pressed slightly under and against Joe's buttocks, he guided the tip of
cock to the well-oiled opening.  Joe looked steadily at him, solemnly
encouraging, his own erect penis laying back against his stomach.  Jon
began to press forward and, looking down, saw the head of his cock sliding
into the opening.  Joe's eyes widened slightly, then closed.  Encircling
Jon's pelvic girdle with his lower legs, he pressed his heels against Jon's
buttocks, urging him to enter.  Jon with a slow but forceful movement,
pushed steadily, burying his shaft in the tight, hot sheath.

	Joe, his eyes still closed, grasped his lower lip with his teeth
and moaned softly, "Ungh!  Oh! Ahhh.  Yes!  Yes!"  Jon, urged on in his
passion, withdrew until only the head of his cock remained in the grasping
grip of Joe's anus and then thrust forward, more rapidly, Joe moaning
encouragingly.  Repeating the withdrawing and thrusting strokes, Jon felt
the exhilarating friction of Joe's gripping buttocks.  Joe himself was
amazed at the satisfaction of feeling himself filled with Jon's hard, hotly
throbbing length and reached to encircle his lower back.  Jon leaned
forward and kissed Joe's nipples, his buttocks rising and falling as he
thrust more rapidly in and out.  Feeling his penis harden and expand and
sharp ache in his loins, he knew the moment of climax was rapidly
approaching and thrust a final, filling push to bury his shaft where it
remained as he and Joe both moved gently to maximize the contact.  Jon,
looking down and seeing Joe's hard, engorged penis laying back against his
stomach, contorted himself slightly, still buried in Joe's anal sheath, and
took Joe's penis half way into his mouth, sucking and stroking avidly with
his tongue.  He felt a rush along the length of his penis as he began to
pump a pulsating stream of semen into Joe, while simultaneously Joe again
ejaculated, this time into Jon's greedily sucking mouth.

	After a couple of minutes, they separated and lay on their backs,
spent and breath hard.

	Finally, Joe said quietly, "Let's take quick dip and head back to
the cottage."

	"Okay," Jon answered softly, "I don't think I have the energy for
another dive this afternoon, and I want to rest up for something more
strenuous tonight."

	Joe cut his eyes to Jon, grinning, and they got up and walked into
the water, half washing themselves and half swimming, until they emerged
refreshed a few minutes later, slipped on their swimming briefs and headed
their boat back to the island.


CHAPTER THREE

	Captain Joe Harris looked out the window of his office across the
quadrangle to the grey, stucco building opposite his own command, Company
B, 77th Signal Battalion, Heilbronn, Germany.  It was a warm summer day,
and he was nearing the end of the first of three year tour overseas.

	His eyes were unfocused as he thought about what had happened.  He
still couldn't believe it.  That kid.  How could it have happened?  It
never had before.  He'd had too much self control.  There'd only been Hal
in Nam, Richie at UNC, Frank at Ft. Gordon and Jon two years ago.  No one
else, and those four only after having developed or during a developing
deep friendship.

	He'd drawn TDY as convoy officer of a troop train to Bremerhaven
and back.  A quick three days.  The overnight train ride had been
uneventful, and after arriving at the port he'd off- loaded the troops and
material, signed the necessary papers and gone to temporary military
housing for a shower and nap before reporting back that night to convoy the
train back to Stuttgart.

	The transient billet was deserted.  He'd had to go across the
street to the U. S. Army HQ to get some one to unlock the door and let him
in.  He'd taken a room at the back of the converted barracks, undressed,
entered the shower and turned on three other showers to generate warm
steam.  There was no heat in the building, and while it was summer, there
was nevertheless a chill in the air this far north.  While he was lathering
up and luxuriating in the steamy shower room, a young guy - couldn't have
been more than eighteen - had entered the shower and come to a sudden,
startled halt at the steamy room and the sight of another occupant.

	"G'morning," Joe said.

	"Good morning, sir," the kid replied.

	Joe continued to lather, and the kid turned on another shower, not
quite so hot, and began to rinse off thoroughly.  Then looking around in
search for something, he finally said to Joe, "Pardon me, sir, but I seem
to have forgotten my soap.  Could I borrow yours when your finished?"

	"Sure."  Joe handed him the bar.  He took it and began to soap his
body.  He was still more adolescent than adult.  Lean and a little awkward,
with promise of a solid muscular build in a couple or three years.  He had
blond reddish hair, cut a neat military two inches.  Not much beard or body
hair.  Joe doubted that his pubic hair had grown more than half its full
covering.  There was nothing adolescent about his penis, however.  It was
long - about seven inches when erect, Joe guessed - and just as full in its
generous circumference as it would probably ever become.  Uncircumcised and
pink skinned, the glans barely peeked out of the virginal foreskin.

	Joe looked quickly away and continued to run his hands over his
soapy body, washing thoroughly.  As he lifted his penis and testicles to
soap underneath and in all the creases and hidden places, he became
impatient with himself when he felt it swell slightly to a state of semi-
erection, his own cockhead sliding slightly further out of his own
uncircumcised foreskin.  He turned to face away from the kid and began to
rinse off slowly and thoroughly.  He felt a light tap on his shoulder and
turned his head.  The kid was standing there with soap bar extended to him.
"Thanks," he said softly, eyes slightly cast down.  Joe turned to take it
and place in the wire holder.  He'd noticed the kid's hands shaking
slightly as he took the soap, and when he turned back the kid was trembling
slightly all over, and he was blushing furiously.  His penis had come to a
not quite full erection, and as he raised his eyes they were brimming with
tears of embarrassment.  Joe sought the reason for the kid's reaction and
realized that the kid had centered his gaze on his half erect penis.

	The kid started to say something, but then he just shook his head
and compressed his lips and turned away.

	Joe still didn't know what had come over him.

	"Kid," he said to the adolescent back, taking note of the lean
muscles of the adolescent's back and slim, smooth skinned butt, a healthy
pink in the steam and the embarrassment of the moment.  The kid stopped in
his tracks but did not turn around.

	"Kid."  The boy turned.  His penis was now fully erect and had
swollen to slightly greater proportions than Joe had estimated.  The glans
had outgrown the foreskin and was almost fully uncovered, revealing the
tender, pinkish flesh now swollen and smooth from the engorging blood.  The
kid's eyes widened slightly as Joe's penis lengthened and became hard and
erect.  He raised his gaze wonderingly to Joe's.

	Joe hesitated a moment, then stepped close to the kid.  He brought
his right hand up to grasp the kid's blood engorged penis and, looking
down, slid the foreskin back tightly to fully expose the pinkish purple
bulge of the head of his cock.  He looked solemnly for moment into the
kid's eyes, then dropped to his knees in the steaming shower room.  Still
holding the fresh, young penis in his hand, he gazed at it and the droplet
of virginal semen that had emerged from the opening at the tip.  He removed
it with a flick of his tongue, then opening his mouth, he slowly slid his
lips to its base.

	"Ohohoh," the kid was uttering softly, as Joe's tongue stroked the
swollen tube along the underside of his penis.  Joe withdrew to the corona
encircling the bottom of the swollen head and swallowed the kid's shaft
again.  He began to pump his mouth back forth over the length of the kid's
penis, and he felt the kid place his hands gently on the back of his head,
and begin to thrust his hips gently back and forth to meet the movements of
Joe's mouth.  Joe reached around to softly cup the half moons of the kid's
buttocks and pull him forward, his lips and tongue working avidly up and
down the length of the penis, feeling every muscle, swollen vessel and
ridge.  At the apex of one of his oral strokes, he gently worked the tip of
his tongue into the opening at the tip and then felt the kid's hands pull
him forward as he thrust his cock deeply into his mouth rubbing against his
uvula.

	"Ohohoh.  Yesss. Ahhhh!"  Joe felt a pulsating stream of hot, fresh
tasting semen spurt into his mouth as he swallowed rapidly, not wanting to
lose a single drop.  The kid stopped ejaculating, and after a couple of
minutes, his penis began to relax as Joe continued to suck softly.
Finally, with one last pulling stroke, he withdrew, licked his reddened
lips, and stood.

	Now, he felt the warmth of a blush suffuse him as he looked at the
kid.  The kid, however, looked at him in wonder through eyes that clearly
showed that he had developed a sudden schoolboy crush.  Then he dropped to
his knees, and grasped Joe's still engorged cock in both hands.

	"No, kid.  You don't need to do that!"

	"Please.  Let me.  I want to.  I've got to!"

	Joe gently placed his hands on the sides of the boy's face and
turned it up to look deeply into the kid's eyes.  "You're sure?"  "Oh, yes.
Yes!  Please!"

	With that response, Joe thrust slightly forward and brought the
head of his penis against the kid's lips.  The kid pulled the foreskin back
and unhesitatingly took Joe's penis about three quarters of the way into
his mouth.  Mimicking Joe, he sucked firmly but without bringing
discomfort, only a feeling of exquisite pleasure.  Joe realized that the
kid was, if not a complete oral virgin, no more experienced than through
teenaged experimentation.  He became determined to signal no demands, but
let the boy simply do what he wished.  The boy withdrew and visually
examined the detailed contours of his genitals, stroking with his hands and
occasionally licking in secret places with moist tongue.  After a close
visual and tactile examination, he closed his eyes and took its length
slowly in his mouth.  He hesitated with about three quarters of the length
enclosed in his softly seeking mouth, then reaching up and holding Joe's
muscular buttocks in his hand, pulled him forward, opening his mouth and
throat to take it fullness into him.

	Massaging Joe's buttocks in circular motions, he began to move back
and forth upon his penis, making soft humming, moaning sounds against Joe's
throbbing shaft.  Involuntarily, Joe began thrust back forth gently as the
ache in his loins increased.  He felt that his penis had expanded and
become like a steel rod.  The fullness of his erection was almost painful.
Then he began to ejaculate copiously into the kid's throat.  The kid gagged
slightly and withdrew to midshaft and, still stroking Joe's jerking cock
with his tongue, began to swallow.  Some of Joe's ejaculation had escaped
from between tightly encircling lips, and he followed the precious nectar
with his mouth licking it greedily.  Finally, Joe began to calm and his
penis relax, but still the kid sucked and drank.

	At last, grasping the kid's head gently, he stepped back and
withdrew.  "Nooo," the kid said as Joe's cockhead slipped from between his
parted lips.  He continued to gaze at Joe's genitals and began to stroke
the backs and inside of his thighs.  He did not rise from his knees.  The
kid's insatiability brought fresh arousal from Joe, and, as his penis
lengthened, the kid took it fully into his mouth and began to suck and pump
greedily.  After a few minutes, Joe came again into the greedy, seeking
mouth.

	At last, the kid arose and stepped close to him.  He encircled
Joe's waist with his arms and stroked his buttocks.  Joe returned the
embrace in kind and pressed his lips to the kid's swollen lips, tasting his
come.

	At last they stepped apart.  The kid asked softly, "Can I soap you
off?"  Looking down Joe realized that during their embrace, the kid had
ejaculated onto his stomach and pubic hair.  He wiped up an index finger
full of the cloudy semen, brought it to his mouth and licked it clean.

	"Yes, that would be nice.  You, me.  And then me, you."

                                                          * * *

	Now, three days later, reliving the experience for perhaps the
tenth time, he felt his penis swell and harden.  "I never even found his
name.  How could such a thing happen.  Will I start prowling the public
toilets?"  His clerk knock and entered the room, and Joe slid his chair
under the kneehole of his desk, hiding his aroused condition.

	"I wonder who he was," he thought one last time.

	"Sir, Capt. Frank Kenton has asked to see you."

	Frank!  Here?  "Show him in, Smitty."  He got up and was coming
around his desk as Frank entered the room.

	"Frank!"

	"Joe!  Good to see you."

	Frank had a more confident and mature look about him.  "You, too.
What are doing here?"

	"Well, actually we're in sort of the same outfit.  I arrived
yesterday.  New Deputy S-2 at 505th Signal Group."  The 77th Signal
Battalion was a part of the 505th.

	"You in Ludwigsberg or Stuttgart?"

	"Stuttgart.  Look, I started to call you from the States but
decided it would be just as well to look you up once I got here."

	"Well, great!  Are you at the BOQ at Karls Kaserne in Stuttgart?"

	"No.  I've taken an apartment on the economy.  Expensive as hell,
but I've got a dependent and no authorization for post housing."

	A dependent!  "Frank, you bastard!  You're married!"

	Frank actually blushed.  "No.  I might be getting married, though.
Girl I met from Columbus while at was Benning.  No.  My dependent is my kid
brother.  I guess you didn't know that my dad died a couple of months ago."
Frank was shocked.  He hadn't heard.  Frank's mother had died several years
earlier.  He remembered a picture of gawky, freckle-faced thirteen year old
at Gordon.  So Frank was going to be nursemaiding a kid!  No, wait.  that
was five years ago.  The kid must seventeen, eighteen or nineteen by now.

	"No.  I didn't know.  Wish I had.  I would have been in touch."

	"Thanks, I know you would have, but that's okay.  It was real
sudden, and things have been happening pretty fast since then.  There's
plenty of money.  An embarrassing plenty.  And Dave will be going to
college this fall.  Dartmouth.  But there's no one for him to be with 'til
then.  I guess I'll be moving into the BOQ when he goes back in August."

	"Well, gee, that's great.  Look we need to get together.  Spend
some time catching up.  Stuttgart's just 60 clicks down the autobahn."

	"Yeh.  That'll be great.  But that's what I wanted to talk to you
about while I was making my get acquainted tour to the battalions this
week.  I've got three days this weekend and thought Dave and I would go
down to Bergtesgaden.  Can you shake loose and go?"

	"Don't see why not!  I bought a two year old Mercedes six months
ago.  Why don't I pick you up Friday afternoon and we'll drive down?"

	"Great."  They made their travel plans and then went to lunch at
the Officers' Club.

                          * * *

	He pulled up to Frank's apartment in Stuttgart at about 2:30 Friday
afternoon.  He was dressed in pleated taupe slacks and silk short-sleeved
shirt.  He still couldn't get used to having nice civvy clothes but enjoyed
them immensely.  He was pleased with his new Italian tassel casual slip-ons
which he wore sockless.

	Checking the apartment number once again, he entered the building,
ascended two flights of stairs and knocked on the door of No. 7.  After a
moment he heard steps approach on the other side, and the door open.  He
stood stunned.  It was the kid from Bremerhaven!  He became aware that the
kid was more stunned than he.  He turned pale, then blushed furiously,
dropping his eyes.

	Joe, felt his loins tighten just being in his presence, but
recovering himself, he stuck out his hand and said as naturally as
possible, "Hi.  I'm Joe Harris, a friend of Frank's."

	"D-d-dave Kenton," he said, grasping Joe's hand.

	"Hey, you two.  You've already met," Frank said, emerging from
another room.  "Good.  I can skip introductions.  Joe, Dave already knows
you.  I've told him enough to make your ears burn for the next year."

	They loaded Frank's and Dave's bags in the Mercedes and were on the
autobahn headed south within minutes.  The conversation with Frank was
comfortably easy, catching up on careers and common friends from Gordon and
Ouachuca, but Dave didn't say anything in the back seat.  Looking in the
rear view mirror once, Joe had seen Dave looking at the back of his head
with moonstruck agony.

	They stopped at a rest area south of Ulm, and while Frank was in
the rest room, Joe said, looking into the rear view mirror but not turning
around, "Look, Dave, I don't know which of was the more surprised back at
the apartment when you opened the door, but we've got to get beyond that.
There's just something I want you know.  Quick.  I've been with four other
guys in twelve years before the other night.  They were all very close.
Good friends, first.  The other came later and was a singular relationship.
I've never done anything like that under the circumstances of anonymity.  I
don't know what came over me.  Well, yes, I do.  It was you.  But I just
want you know, nothing like that ever happened to me before, and I
apologize sincerely if it has caused you any problems since it happened."

	"It was the first time for me," he said, blushing.  "I'm not going
to forget it!  The only problem I've had is that I couldn't quit thinking
about you and believing that I'd never see you again, and I didn't know how
to find you."

	Frank returned and they discontinued their conversation.

                                                       * * *

	Sipping a beer on the terrace of the mountain lodge at Bergtesgaden
late that afternoon, Frank said, "I can't figure Dave.  He's been so quiet,
but he says he feels great.  I guess he must be a little shy with you, he's
heard me talk so much about your complete military prowess."  He grinned at
me, half mockingly.  "But I'm glad we've got this chance to talk privately.
Look, since our experiences at Gordon and Ouachuca, I'd only been with one
other guy at Benning for a few months until a couple of months ago.  Mostly
I've been with women, and I really love Kathy, that's the girl from
Columbus.  I think we'll end up getting married.  But I've discovered that,
right or wrong, I like it both ways occasionally.  A couple of months ago I
entered into an understanding with young second lieutenant.  He's got
orders for Heidelberg in a couple of months.  I don't know whether you and
I will ever find a reason to get back together again, but its not right,
now.  I'd feel like a liar and a cheat.  We both agreed that we'd be
monogamous in this thing."  He finished with a blush.

	Joe smiled at him and put a hand on his knee, squeezing in
camaraderie.  "Frank, I understand and perfectly agree.  We know that this
thing is not 'right', don't we.  So, why make it worse by being tawdry and
promiscuous."  Now, Joe blushed, remembering Bremerhaven.  Who was he to
make virtuous comments about tawdriness and promiscuity.  "At least, we
need to try to do the best we can.  I was most pleased to see my good
friend and know that he'd be nearby where I was for two or three years.  I
didn't fill up with lust when you walked into my office."

	Frank ducked his head with amused embarrassment.  "Good.  Although
to be honest I could probably stir up a lustful thought or two.  But,
really, I wanted us to get 'straight', okay."

	"Okay."  Now I felt like a liar and a cheat, his not being aware
that I lusted for his little brother.

	They had a great wienerschnitzel and spaetzle for dinner and
retired to their rooms.

	Joe sat on the small balcony outside my room, looking over the
German and Austrian Alps before retiring.  Dave walked out on to the
balcony of the room next door wearing a terry robe and gazed out over the
mountains.  He became aware of Joe sitting on the chair he'd pulled to the
balcony.

	"Hi," Dave said.  "Beautiful view."

	"The greatest."

	"Too bad there's no snow.  I'd love to have a chance to ski these
mountains."

	"Its great skiing.  I came down last winter with a group of friends
and we skied, probably forty runs.  Maybe you can get back this winter and
give it a try."

	"I'd like that.  Well, guess I'll hit the hay."

	"Yeh.  Me, too."

	At about two in the morning, Joe heard a thump-bump from his
balcony and, leaning on his elbows and looking at the source of the noise,
saw Dave step through the balcony door.  "Did you jump?"

	"Yeah.  Kind of scary but its only about four feet.  I was only
afraid I'd trip or something."

	"Why?" Joe asked.  "You could've killed yourself."

	"Why?  Because I've been laying awake for about two hours, almost
going out of mind, and I decided I'd just as soon be dead as not see you
tonight.  So, here I am."

	He stepped to the edge of the bed, slipped his terry robe from his
shoulders and let it drop to the floor.  He was naked beneath the robe.  He
lifted the covers and slipped in, laying still on his back, making no
attempt to touch Joe.  Joe lay in silence for a moment, then sitting up,
stripped the tee shirt he was wearing over his head and threw it on a
nearby chair.  Laying back down, he lifted his hips and pushed his boxers
off his feet and dropped them on the floor next to the bed.  Laying side by
side on their backs, Joe turned his head to see that Dave was looking at
him in the darkness, relieved by the reflected rays from the outside
security lights.

	Joe rolled onto his left side and reached out a hand to Dave.  At
his touch on his chest, Dave shivered and turned to Joe.  He took Joe's
hand and moved it to his pelvis, rubbing its palm into the softly raspy
pubic hair.  Leaving Joe's hand to find its own way, he reached for Joe and
grabbed a handful of pubic hair and scratched lightly.  Joe shivered.  He
moved his hand to grasp Dave's penis as Dave grasped his.  They both slid
their hands up and down on hot, hard, throbbing shafts of engorged flesh,
then moved closer and embraced as their penises rubbed each other and the
other's pubic hair provided exciting friction.  Joe place one hand on
Dave's butt and squeezed and Dave mimicked the move.  Dave leaned forward
to press his mouth to Joe's and Joe returned the pressure, softly parting
Dave's lips with his tongue and thrusting its tip into Dave.  Dave returned
the advance by thrusting his tongue into Joe's mouth and they did battle
with one another.

	Pulling back and rising to his knees, Dave threw the covers to the
foot of the bed.  Joe looked with lusting eyes at the long hardness
protruding from Dave's groin, but before he could pull Dave's hips to him,
Dave bent at his waist and, grasping Joe's cock at it base, kissed its tip
briefly, licking the head, and then engulfed its length entirely in his
mouth.  Sucking, he raised and lowered his head on Joe's throbbing penis.
Joe, beside himself, grasped Dave's nearest thigh and pulled, making him
shift positions.  Moving to meet Dave's changing position, he had his head
between Dave's knees, and, ravenously eyeing Dave's gleaming hardness, he
reached up pressing Dave's hips pulled him closer as he raised his head and
open lips to take it deeply into his throat.  They moved upon each other
rapidly with firm sucking as they thrust in and out of each other's oral
cavity.  Then, throbbing and hardening in a seemingly impossible intensity,
they simultaneously pumped forceful spurt after spurt of hot, slightly
salty come into each other.  Swallowing rapidly and moaning softly at the
culmination of their sexual rapture, they sucked each other clean, and,
then, after a few moments of continuing their sucking and licking, they lay
back, side by side, as their breathing and pulses returned to normal.

	After a while they got up and showered, taking turns slowly soaping
each other.

	Joe thought that Dave should return to his room, but via the
hallway this time.  Dave plead, however, to stay just a little longer, to
lay close and hold one another.  Relenting, Joe climbed into bed with him
and, turning on their side, they lay closely, chest to chest, belly to
belly, groin to groin, as they adjusted their arms around one another.

	There was an insistent, rapping on the door.  Joe and Dave awoke at
the same time.  Light was streaming in through the balcony window.  Joe
looked at his watch.  It ten minutes after six.

	"Joe!  Get up, sleepy head," called Frank's voice from the other
side of the entry door.  Dave looked at Joe, stricken.  Holding his index
finger, Joe sounded a soft "shhh" and though rapidly.  "Just a minute,
Frank!"

	With sudden decision, Dave hopped out of bed, slipped on his robe
and, opening the door stepped on to the balcony.  Joe followed and watched
fearfully as Dave balanced himself on the balcony rail and jumped.  He
landed on the balcony to his room, rolling and leaping up.  Grinning at
Joe, he entered his room.  Joe slipped on his boxers and tee shirt and
opened the door.

	"What's with this mountain air," Frank greeted him as he opened the
door and Frank stepped inside.  "I couldn't rouse Dave and here you are
still sound asleep.  Want to get some 'brot und cafe'?"

	"Yeah.  You go on down and I'll be there in a few minutes."

	After Frank left, Joe dressed slowly, thinking.  Stepping out of
his room, he tapped lightly on Dave's door and stepped quickly inside as
Dave cracked it open peering questioningly from around the cracked door.

	"Dave, this isn't going to work this way.  I've got to talk to
Frank about this."

	Dave looked stricken and turned pale.  "T-t-talk to Frank?  Why?"

	"He's one of my best friends and your brother and foster parent.
We can't be dishonest with him."

	"B-b-but how can we?  I mean . . . I can't tell him.  What'll he
think of me . . . of us?"

	"You don't need to talk to him.  Let me.  Excuse yourself after
rolls and coffee, and let me.  Frank's a good friend and discerning.  He
may be more understanding than you think."

	Dave looked dubious but acquiesced.  He was nervous and pale all
through breakfast and excused himself as soon as he had finished.

	"'Fraid Dave's picked up something," Frank said.  "He's been quiet
since we left Stuttgart and he's definitely under the weather this
morning."

	"Frank, lets go sit outside.  I need to talk to you about
something."  Looking curious, Frank followed to the terrace.

	Joe was not sure how to begin and finally decided that straight
forward was best.

	"Frank, let me tell you about a recent TDY assignment I pulled as
troop train commander to Bremerhaven . . ."  He recounted the experience up
to the shower.  "You know I've told that I've never been promiscuous and I
haven't.  There's just been Hal, Richie, you and another friend, and I
haven't had any kind sexual relationship with another guy in over a year.
But this guy I didn't even know came into the shower and something
sparked."  He quickly described what had happened.

	Frank had listened quietly, at first wondering why Joe was telling
him this and then with sympathy as the story unfolded.  When Joe finished,
Frank said, "I understand how you feel, I think.  But you don't need to be
concerned that you're going to start hanging public bathhouses, I think.  I
know you too well.  It was just some sort of sudden, uncontrollable impulse
kind of thing."

	"Yeah.  Well, maybe so.  I don't know.  Anyway it'd been laying
heavy on me when you dropped by my company in Heilbronn.  I didn't even
know the guy and guessed I'd never see him again, and the whole incident
was bothering me from a number of perspectives.  What had I become?  Had I
lost control?  Was I starting into a string of promiscuity?  All those
thoughts were with me.  But, also, I couldn't get the guy out of mind.  Why
hadn't I found who he was and where he was going to be?  I assumed he was
young enlisted man.  Was he going to find out who I was?  Would there be
repercussions?  Who was he?  Frank, I was very confused, but more than
anything else, I wanted to see him again. . . . Then . . ."

	Frank, was listening attentively, very still.  "Then . . .?"

	Taking a deep breath, Joe said, "Then yesterday, I stopped by for
you and Dave and - "

	"It was Dave," Frank said flatly, without inflection, looking at
him.

	"Frank, I . . ."

	"Just a minute.  Don't talk right now."  He sipped his coffee
slowly, looking out across the mountains and valleys.

	Then.  "Joe, I almost got angry at you for seducing my kid brother,
remembering us at Gordon that first time and all.  But then I remembered
that it was my choice.  And this was Dave's choice.  I just want him to
understand this better.  He's awfully young and could get led astray into a
gay culture at college or something.  But, Joe, you were most realistic
person I'd ever known about what is involved bisexual attitudes.  About our
making choices and living with the consequences.  About the fact that what
we were doing was not only thought by others to be wrong and unnatural but
maybe really is wrong and unnatural.  About being discrete.  About being
safe.  About developing and keeping active heterosexual relationships.
Joe, I'm depending on you to teach Dave well."

	Joe had watched Frank closely as he talked.  Now he looked out
across the mountains and the valleys.  "I will," he promised quietly.

	"Right now, I need to talk to Dave alone for awhile," Frank said.

                          * * *

	Dave looked questioningly at Frank as he opened the door of his
room to Frank's knock.

	"Sit down, Dave.  I want to talk to you.  Joe has told me."  Dave
looked at the toes of his shoes, blushing furiously.

	"Dave, I want tell you about another guy . . ."  And over the next
fifteen minutes revealed his own experiences.  At first, Dave was startled,
then listened quietly.

	"Are you . . . I mean do you and Joe . . ."

	"No.  Nothing's going on there now.  You remember meeting Doug
Addison, the young lieutenant who came up with Kathy and me from Benning
when Dad died?"  Dave nodded, curiously.  "Well, he and I are good friends,
and we . . . we have an understanding."

	Dave showed both surprise and relief.  Frank was amused at his
reaction.  "Its okay, Dave.  I won't be any kind of forsaken wallflower.
Joe and I had already discussed Doug and me before he knew who you were.
You see, strange it may seem to you . . .  No let me put that another way.
I don't think it does seem strange to you.  Joe and I are both only
occasionally bisexual in our relationships with other guys and then only on
a monogamous basis.  That's best relationally and emotionally and safest
sexually and psychologically."

	Dave thought and then nodded slowly.

	"Now," Frank said, "I want you to go and talk with Joe about all
this."

	Over the next three days, Dave and Joe talked often.  Dave's
confidence and coltish buoyancy returned, and he was delightful company.

	He and Joe now spent their nights together, curiously in Dave's
room rather than Joe's.

	On their last night, having just bathed each other and laying in a
quiet embrace before turning off the light, Joe placed his hand on Dave's
relaxed genitals.  There was an immediate movement of willingness from
Dave's penis as it began to swell.  Joe lazily massaged it, squeezing his
balls gently.  When Dave moved to mimic Joe's motions, Joe said, "No.  Not
now," and continued.  He pressed lips against Dave's, then kissed his
nipples, stomach and along the edge of his pubic hair.  He slowly and
comfortably sucked Dave's penis for a few minutes, calming Dave as he would
have become more urgent.  Then he withdrew.

	"Here, Dave.  This probably you need to know about."  He reached
for a tube on the bedside table.  "I want you between my legs on your
knees."  As Dave complied and would have lowered his mouth over Joe's half
erect penis, Joe said, "No.  Raise up."

	As Dave complied, Joe covered the head of his cock with a thick
coating of vaseline, then pulling his knees back to his shoulders, rubbed
generous amount into his cleft and the puckered, pink opening at its
center.

	"Now, place the head of your cock here," he said, guiding him with
his hand.  "Now, Dave, screw me."  Dave's excitement had risen as the
procedure had unfolded, but he was also doubtful.

	"Won't this hurt?"

	"Not much.  Go ahead.  Please!"

	Dave complied and was somewhat surprised that his swollen, vaseline
covered cock entered so easily.  Buried fully in Joe's rectum, he began to
withdraw and thrust back and forth.  The tight opening squeezed his penis,
relaxing as he thrust forward and squeezing as he pulled back.  Soon he
felt the pressure of his loins increasing.  Joe had placed his palms on his
buttocks and pressing him forward as he thrust inward and releasing the
pressure as he withdrew.  He was grunting softly with each forward thrust.
Dave thrust forward and held himself motionless inside as he leaned forward
to kiss Joe's chest and stomach.  He felt Joe's now fully erect penis
pushing against the bottom of chin as he did so, and, tucking his head and
arching back, he took it into his mouth and began to suck and bob his head
up and down on the hard throbbing pole of flesh as deeply and rapidly as
his position would permit while continuing to thrust his own throbbing cock
in out of Joe's rectum.  Finally, as he had almost fully withdrawn on
backwards thrust of his hips, he felt his penis throb painfully and begin
to jerk and he rapidly rammed it fully into Joe as he gushed hot streams of
semen into the alternately contracting and relaxing sheathing sphincter.
At the same time, Joe grunted slightly and released a hot, pulsating stream
of come into Dave's fiercely greedy mouth.  After a few minutes of
remaining attached at all orifices, Dave withdrew and rolled off to Joe's
side as Joe lowered his legs and straightened.  Almost immediately he got
up and went into the bathroom as Dave's come began to leak from his anal
opening.

	Dave watched him through the open door to the bath as Joe cleaned
himself, wondering and speculative.  He reached over for the tube of
vaseline and taking some on his hand raised his hips and rubbed it
generously into his cleft and around his anal opening.  When Joe returned,
he raised his brow in surprise as he took in Dave's stiffening penis.
While he stood by the bed, Dave turned to sit on the edge, his knees on
either side of Joe.  Reaching, he grasped Joe's flaccid penis and, lifting
it, sucked it into his mouth.  The sensation was unfamiliarly pleasant to
David, as the soft flesh rolled around loosely in his mouth in response to
his tongue's movements.  After a minute or so, however, he felt it began to
swell and stiffen under his oral ministrations until, soon, it filled him,
butting against his tonsils as he sucked furiously.  Withdrawing, he took
some more vaseline onto his fingers and coated Joe's cock thickly.  Joe's
eyes widened in comprehension.

	"Dave, maybe you'd better not, right now."

	"Joe, please!  I've got to know what it's like."

	"Okay, then.  Get on your elbows and knees."

	As Dave complied, his buttocks spreading under the pressure of the
contortion, Joe positioned himself behind him and, spreading the smooth
virginal cheeks wider with his hands, placed his throbbing cockhead against
the opening and pushed it into the tight sheath.

	"Ungh! Ungh! Ugh. Oh, ahhhh," Dave's initial grunts of pain,
becoming moans of satisfaction and turning into lustful urging, as Joe
buried his cock in him.  Withdrawing and thrusting forward with his hips,
Joe was soon met by a rocking, rhythmic motion of Dave's hips as he strove
to match Joe's thrusting.  Leaning forward to cup his back and lay his face
against Dave's back as he continued to thrust, he reached around grasped
Dave's erect penis and began to move his hand back and forth.  Dave was now
speaking, "Yes.  Oh, fuck me with your hard cock!  Squeeze my cock!  Fuck
me, fill me!  Oh, oh, oh, oh!"  Then as Joe ejaculated hot streams into his
rectum, his cock spasmed in Joe's hand and began to erupt onto the sheets.

	A few minutes later, laying in pools of sticky semen from their
orgiastic efforts, Dave said, "I loved that and can't wait to do it again.
But all in all, I can't think of anything better than having your cock in
my mouth and feeling it spasm and jerk as you ejaculate and tasting your
semen."

	"I feel the same," said Joe.  "We'll save this for special
occasions where we feel sure of being able get off two or three things."

	After lying still for a few more minutes, they got up and showered
again.  They took sheets of the bed and tossed them in a pile by the bed,
then slipping on acceptable covering, retired to Joe's room and cool, clean
linens.


CHAPTER FOUR

	Joe and Dave took several weekend trips together that summer.  When
Frank's friend, Doug, arrived they sometimes made it foursome.  Dave and
Frank felt a little strange, at first, but after a while they became
accustomed to it.

	Dave left for Hanover, NH, and school in mid-August but came back
for Christmas, and they were able to ski the Alps for a week.  In the
spring, Joe was back in the States on special TDY and took furlough in New
Hampshire, and he and Dave spent it at a remote mountain lodge in the White
Mountains.  There was little, if anything, that they had not done sexually,
and their relationship had become very comfortable without loss of
excitement.

	At Joe's and Frank's insistence, Dave had begun to date, and in his
junior year, he fell in love.  In his senior year, he and Linda were
engaged.

	"I really love her, and we have great sex," he said.  "But it's
like it has nothing to do with you and me.  It's not like if I had sex with
another guy; that would be cheating on you.  Or if I had sex with another
woman; that would be cheating on Linda.  I don't consider either
relationship to be unfaithful to the other, except that I haven't told her
about me or you."

	They were in Gulf Shores, Alabama, where Dave and Frank owned a
condominium.  Joe had been back in the States at for almost a year and was
stationed at the Pentagon.  He'd had his gold oak leaf for about six
months, still on the fast track and ahead of most of his peer group in rank
and assignment preference.  Frank was on the list and should make it this
year, also in the upper level of his peer group, though not as high as Joe.

	They were laying on the beach outside Dave's condo.  They'd been
there for a week and were both tanned and refreshed.  Joe was very dark,
and Dave somewhat less so with a sprinkling of freckles across his
shoulders and nose.  He'd filled out and matured.  No longer the awkward
teenager.  He'd imitated Joe in physical fitness regimen and had a very
similar build - muscular, deep chested, slender waist and hips, with ripple
that moved gracefully under his skin as he performed even the most
elementary of physical tasks.  They were in small, bikini style swim trunks
to maximize exposure to the sun.  Dave sat up and leaned against a beach
chair back in a sitting position facing Joe.  His feet were flat on the
ground and his knees sharply elevated and falling apart by their own weight
and motion, leaving the genital pouch of trunks generously filled.  The
thin material was almost sheer and there was not much contained in the
pouch which was left to the imagination.  His testicles were distinctly
visible on either side of his penis which lay between them head down.  The
crook shaped vessel on top was outlined and the encircling ridge of the
corona around the bottom of the head of his cock stood out in "bas relief".
Joe drank in the shape, size and contours with his eyes.  His eyelids began
to drop with desire and he opened his lips to moisten them with his tongue.
After a moment he raised his eyes to see Dave looking at his rippling
stomach muscles and pubic hair lightly escaping from the low slung waist of
his trunks and slowly enlarging penis.  He turned quickly back to glance at
the apex of the vee of Dave's thighs and saw his penis beginning to swell
and harden.  He casually stood and stretched his arms upward, pulling his
waist to even slimmer proportions and arched his back throwing his pelvis
forward.  Then relaxing, he said, "Think I'll go back into the condo and
shower and change.  Frank and Doug won't be back for while yet, do you
think?"

	"No.  They said that it'd be around four o'clock.  Sounds like a
good idea."  He got up to accompany Joe, gathering the beach blanket up in
arms as he did so.  Outside the condo they rinsed of the sand and lotion,
opening the waist of their suits widely to wash away any trapped sand.

	Gathering up a couple of towels from the stack outside the
beachfront door to the condo, they stepped inside the condo, stripped down,
and towelled dry.  Joe took Dave's towel and turned to lean through the
cracked door to drop them and the damp swim trunks in the hamper next to
the stacked towels.  Turning, he saw Dave at the end of the hallway opening
into the large, glass enclosed sunroom.  He was very still and, looking
back over his shoulder, put a finger to his lips in a shushing signal and
motioned Joe to join him.

	As he came to stand by Dave, Joe saw what had held Dave's
attention.  On the floor between Frank's legs, Doug leaned into Franks
groin, diligently moving his mouth up and down on Frank's swollen penis and
Frank slowly pumped his hips up and down to the rhythm of his motion,
holding his hands gently on either side of Doug's head.  Doug's own penis
was erect.  It was well shaped but not as classically beautiful as either
Joe's, Dave's or Frank's, though Joe had to confess that at around eight or
eight and half inches, it was certain the largest Joe had ever seen.  It
occurred to him that he had never seen Doug fully nude before, and he was
impressed by his athletic body and smooth rippling muscles.  He felt is own
penis come to an achingly hard erection as he watched and, looking down,
saw that Dave had reacted to the erotic peep show in the same way.  They
watched a couple of more minutes, lust building in them.  Joe stepped into
the nearby door to his and Dave's bedroom and returned with something in
his hand.  Dave was now starting to breath heavily and was slowly
masturbating.

	Stepping to his side, Joe whispered into his ear, "You take Doug in
the butt and I'll let Frank have a few sips of refreshment.  Dave looked
up, slightly startled, but too overcome by lust to resist the suggestion.
Joe lifted the object in his hand to reveal a tube of petroleum jelly.  He
squeezed some into hand and applied a thick coat to Dave's penis, pulling
the foreskin back as far as possible in order not miss a spot.  Then,
gently nudging Dave, they approached their friends and brother quietly.
Frank and Doug had their eyes closed, so that neither of them were aware of
the approach of their observers.  Joe smoothly and quietly stepped into a
straddling position over Frank's chest and, looking behind him, he saw
Dave, hard cock in hand, on his knees within inches of the spread cleft of
Doug's uplifted buttocks.  Joe quickly kneeled and lightly squatted on
Frank's chest.  At his touch, Frank's eyes flew open in startled surprise
to be greeted by the familiar head of Joe's cock within a couple of inches
of his lips.

	There was a surprised but not displeased "Ugh!" behind him, and he
turned to look as Dave, a single but not brutally forceful thrust, buried
his cock in Doug's ass.  Frank turned to crane his head around the
obstruction of Joe's body to see what was happening, and his eyes widened
slightly to see his brother behind Doug, rhythmically pumping his penis
into and out of his friend and lover's rectum.  Laying back he looked up at
Joe solemnly, with somewhat clouded eyes, but as Dave's assault on Doug's
ass seemed to make Doug even more passionate and insistent in his oral
ministrations upon Frank, he grinned and, reaching familiarly around Joe's
waist cupped his buttocks and pulled him forward.  Stopping to lick the
accustomed droplet of semen from the opening at the tip of the glans, he
opened his lips and drew Joe's length into his mouth easily and began to
such avidly with a soft moan of familiar contentment.

	Within minutes after the quadruple joining, the four male bodies
were moving in rhythmic, thrusting unison.  It was not possible who began
to climax first.  Doug who had continued to make small moaning noises as
Dave thrust in and out of his rectum, began to move his mouth more rapidly
upon Frank's penis while Dave was moving faster and more forcefully
muttering, "Yes! Yes! Ohohoh! Yes!"  Frank's increased suction and his
pulling of Joe's hips more tightly to him caused Joe's cock to lengthen and
harden begin to spasm, spurting hot come forcefully in Frank's mouth.
After a few moments it became apparent that all of them had reached orgasm
and had ejaculated except for Doug.  They rolled away, separating, and Joe
and Dave became simultaneously aware of Doug's still erect penis.  They
moved toward him at the same time, but Dave arrived first and took the
large, hard shaft into his mouth.  Joe watched curiously with growing lust
as he saw the wetly gleaming flesh emerge from Dave's lips only to be
quickly engulfed again.  After several strokes, he tapped Dave on the
shoulder as if cutting in.  Dave raised his eyes questioningly then, seeing
Joe's desire, withdrew.  Joe quickly replaced Dave's mouth with his own.
Doug's penis was the largest he had ever had by one and half or two inches.
He became obsessed with taking it all.  As the head of Doug's cock pushed
at his throat he forced his head lower.  Finally he began to lick the
underside of the huge penis as he slowly slid his lips up the shaft,
pausing at the apex of the throbbing shaft to lick the glans thoroughly,
then began his descent on the shaft, sucking and licking vigorously.  As
his movements increased in speed and as his obsessed lust grew, he began,
with each downward stroke, incrementally to take another fraction of an
inch.  As, with each downward stroke, he was able to take more and more, he
pressed and massaged the underside of Doug's penis with his tongue.  He
felt Doug's hands on either side of his head, encouraging him to reach his
goal.  He became aware that Dave had inserted his hand under Doug's
testicles and was gently squeezing and fondling them while he kissed and
licked the pelvic area and the pubic hair near the base of Doug's cock.
Finally, nearing the base of Doug's huge penis on one downward stroke, he
pushed Dave's head aside, and on the next downward felt his nose tickled by
Doug's pubic hair.  He paused to inhale the musky, male odor.  He felt the
contours of Doug's hugeness with his tongue and other oral sensory organs.
Hard, muscular, long, smooth ridges of muscle on the sides, the pulsing
tube on the nether side, the large, swollen "J" shaped vessel on the top,
the indentation beneath the helmet-like cap of the head, the throbbing,
swollen smoothness of the glans, the opening in the tip from which seeped a
salty-sweet preseminal nectar.  He withdrew almost to the tip and, with
increasing suction, descended on Doug's huge maleness.  This time he felt
his lips press firmly against Doug's pelvis and pubic hair, and as he began
to pull his lips and tongue up the throbbing cock, he felt it swell
slightly in his mouth and it began to jerk and spasm as Doug shot a huge
pulsating stream of hot semen into him.  As he drank the male essence,
Dave, who had seen Doug's penis in orgasmic contractions and the wet,
dripping liquid seep from Joe's grasping lips, urged Joe to release Doug.
As Joe withdrew his mouth, the continuing spurt of Doug's semen caught him
on one cheek.  He saw that Dave moved his mouth over Doug's cockhead
another spurt hit him on the chin before his mouth covered the head and
moved about half way to receive the remainder of Doug's orgasmic
ejaculation.  Dave continued to suck and lick the end of Doug's huge penis
while Joe moved into position to lick up escaped semen from around the base
of his penis, pubic and testicles.

	All of them napped on the floor, naked and satiated.  It was almost
dark when Joe awakened.  He looked around and didn't see anyone, then he
saw Doug in the hallway, standing nude in the doorway to his and Frank's
room.  Joe got up and walked down the hall to see what was going on.  Doug
looked around and put his finger to his lips in a shushing signal and
pointed through the door.  Joe approached and looked in and saw Frank and
Dave, illuminated by the light from the adjoining bath, in a passionate
"soixante-neuf" embrace, busily sucking and stroking one another.  Joe was
angrily jealous at first, and then he put it into perspective and smile and
shook his head.

	Walking into his and Dave's room, he motioned Doug to follow.
Dave, still unclothed, entered the room and looked questioningly at Joe.
Joe could not help glancing at Doug's penis.  "Gosh, its even bigger than I
thought.  Must be close to nine inches."

	Looking back at Doug's face, Joe said, "Well, obviously I've become
fixated on your cock.  I've never seen one so large."

	Doug looked at Joe's penis, eyes gleaming, "And I've never one seen
so beautiful. So. . .  so just right in every way, size, shape,
proportions.  Just beautiful."

	Joe blushed.  "Well, in that case I think we'd better do something
about our mutual infatuation."  Approaching Doug, he put his left arms
around his waist and brought his right to Doug's crotch, to rub and massage
his genitals.  Pushing him back into a sitting position on the edge of the
king-sized bed, he knelt between Doug's legs and took his still soft cock
into his mouth.  Even soft it filled his mouth as he nudged and rolled with
his wet tongue for few seconds before it began to swell and harden.

	Doug grasped Joe on either side of his head and pushed him gently
but firmly away.  "No.  You've had your turn, now its my turn."  He stood,
pushed Joe to a sitting position on the edge of the bed and knelt between
his legs.  Holding Joe's semi-erect penis in his hand, he examined it
closely for a minute, muttering "just beautiful!" and then he slipped it
into his open mouth and began to move his lips and tongue rapidly upon it,
mewling in pleasure and satisfaction.  Soon, Joe began to thrust his hips
to meet Doug's movements, and after few minutes, he thrust forward fully in
Doug's throat, stiffened and began to spasm as he ejaculated into Doug's
mouth.

	After a moment, Doug rose to lay beside him on the bed.

	Joe rolled to his side, facing Doug, and reached out his hand to
grasp Doug's huge, half- erect penis.  He began to move his hand up and
down idly, musing at how the foreskin almost fully covered Doug's glans on
the upward stroke.  It hardened rapidly and swelled to its impressive
fullness.  Joe stroked downward firmly to reveal the now engorged head,
fully revealed in its circumcised splendor.  He bent and sucked it a
minute, and then rising, said, "I've been thinking of having you in my ass.
Will you?"

	Doug looked at Joe and then at his hard, fully aroused penis.  "I'd
love to, but are you sure?  I mean every time I've tried it with guys,
they've had a real hard time taking it."

	"I've never had one that big before, and I know it'll probably hurt
- at least at first - but I really want to try."

	"Okay, then," Doug sighed dubiously.  "How?  On your elbows and
knees or missionary?"

	"Better on my elbows.  I'm not sure I could handle it missionary.
Here!"  He handed the vaseline to Doug.  "Use a lot of it."

	Doug coated his entire penis thickly and then Joe's anal opening,
sticking, first, one, then two fingers fully into Joe's anal passage to
thoroughly lubricate and prepare the inner folds.  Then positioning himself
behind Joe, he placed his already throbbing cockheqd against the puckered
opening.  A thrill shot through Joe.  He could already feel the
unaccustomed size pressing at the entry.  Doug worked the tip slightly
inside and pushed until his entire head was inside, then hesitated.  Joe,
anxious to proceed, pushed back suddenly with pronounced range of motion
and force, and Doug felt his penis enter the tight sheath to his pubic
hair.

	"Ungh! Ungh! Ohohoh! Ugh! Ohhh, yes.  Now just hold it a minute and
let me get accustomed."

	After a minute or so, Joe began to rock gently and Doug withdrew
about half way, then Joe rocked backwards and engulfed Doug to his hilt
again.

	"Oh! OHOhoh.  Yeahhh.  Now, Doug, screw my eyes out."

	Doug obliged by withdrawing almost completely and then thrusting
slowly forward until his pelvis and pubic hair were grinding against Joe's
buttocks.  He continued his thrusting in and out movement as Joe rocked
back and forth to meet him, gripping his cock with his full, muscular
buttocks as he withdrew and relaxing as he thrust back and Doug's cock
filled him.  After about five minutes, Joe seemed fully accustomed to
Doug's size, and both he and Doug were breathing rapidly and they picked up
the speed and intensity of their movements.  Doug had bent over Joe's back
and was kissing it as his hands stroked Joe's lower belly and penis.
Suddenly, he stiffened and stood straight up on his knees and thrust
forward and ground his pelvis into Joe as he ejaculated furiously.  Then,
as he began to subside from the first force of his ejaculation, he began to
thrust back and forth as he continued to pump a pulsating stream into Joe.
After he milked the last drop, he withdrew and lay on his side facing Joe
as Joe lay on his belly.  Doug reached over and squeezed and stroked Joe's
buttocks lovingly.

	"Some sweet ass," he said.

	"Some big cock," Joe responded, reaching out to lay his hand on
Doug's relaxed penis, possessively.


CHAPTER FIVE

	Joe, Dave, Frank and Doug had become a "menage a quatre," sometimes
together in various joinings, and sometimes in various mixtures of threes
and twos.  Still they occasionally met, even though Frank and Dave had now
married and had small children.

	Joe was now the Army's youngest bird colonel at age thirty-five.
His new assignment was as a commander of the 32nd Signal Group in Munich.
His closest companions these days were Jim Bratton, from his days as a jump
instructor with the 82nd Airborne, and his wife, the former Major Barbara
Allen.

	They were relaxing now in Jim's and Barbara's spacious apartment
which the Army furnished to higher brass.  Jim was sitting with legs
crossed on a hassock in front of his overstuffed chair, and Joe was
stretched out on the couch.

	Barbara got up and, straightening her uniform, said, "Gotta go."
Crossing the room to kiss Jim and peck Joe on the forehead, she left.  She
had drawn a three-day TDY assignment in Frankfurt.  Still very attractive
at forty-two, she would be retiring with Jim in a couple of years.

	Jim watched her leave fondly.  He was a senior bird on staff of
Seventh Army.

	"Want another beer?"

	"No.  I'm fine," Joe responded.

	Joe watched as Jim walked into the kitchen to fetch another beer.
Still very fit at forty- eight, he carried very little body fat and moved
gracefully.  He caught Joe watching him when turned to make a remark
through the open door of the kitchen.  He came back into the room
contemplatively, and they sat in silence for a few minutes.

	"You still doing you're full workout routine?" Jim asked Joe.

	"Yeah.  Too long a habit to break."

	"I always thought you were in the best shape of anyone I knew."

	"You ought to see some of these young kids.  I can barely keep up
with them on the ten click run."  Joe stood and stretched.  "Better head
back to the BOQ.  It'll take thirty minutes in this snow."

	"Why don't you stay here.  You can have the guest room."

	"I don't have a uniform to where.  But, well, I guess I could put
on the spare in my office when I get in.  Umm.  Okay.  Mind if shower?  You
got a spare razor for in the morning?"

	"Go ahead.  Sure.  I think I'll shower, too."

	Joe showered thoroughly in the steam-filled guest bathroom, and
emerged to slip on the thick terry robe Jim had laid across the bed for
him.  He went back into the living room and turned on the VCR to watch some
more of the Super Bowl they had been watching earlier.  Jim entered the
room in boxer shorts and open robe.  They watched a few minutes until the
game ended.  Actually it had been over for three weeks.

	"Got any movies?" Joe asked.

	"In the cabinet under the television."

	Joe walked over to squat in front of the cabinet and examined the
titles.  "What are these?  Blanks?" Joe asked, turning partially to face
Jim.

	Jim blushed faintly.  "Nah, some plain brown wrapper stuff."

	Joe was slightly shocked but decided not to react.  "Mind if I
watch?"

	"Nah, go ahead," Jim answered nervously.

	Joe inserted and untitled Videocassette and returned to lay on the
couch as the film started.  As the story developed a man and woman,
apparently teachers, were screwing naked on the top of bare desk in a
school room.  They're interrupted by a teenage boy and girl who watch
without the teachers' knowing for a few minutes.  The boy and girl begin to
feel each other up and then to disrobe each other.  Their about fifteen or
sixteen and clearly not as well developed as they will be though they're
very attractive young people.  They try to screw but don't know how.  The
teachers become aware of them, and woman approaches the boy and the man,
the girl, and they began to kiss and fondle each other.  Finally, the boy
inserts his penis into the woman, and the man inserts his, seemingly with
some difficulty, into the girl, and they all screw for a few minutes.  Then
the man and the woman both withdraw and break the coupling and they begin
to go down on the boy and the girl.  The boy and the girl, they're in
ecstasy.  With some urging, the girl watches the woman suck the boy's penis
and the boy watches the man eating the girl.  Then, after getting all
worked up, the girl begins to suck the man's penis and the boy begins to
eat the woman.  After a few minutes, the man and the woman switch, and the
woman begins to eat the girl and the man begins to suck the boy.  At first
the boy and the girl appear not to know what's happening, but they get into
it pretty good.  Then they say something to each other and, hesitating
slightly, the girl kneels and begins to eat the woman, and the boy kneels
and begins to suck the man's cock.  Pretty soon their all "soixante-neuf."
Then the boy and the man shoot off in each other, and the woman and girl
have a climax.

	The movie took about thirty minutes.  After its over, Joe walked
over and ejected the cassette and picked up another and inserted it.  He
crossed his legs as he watched.  He was surprised to see that this was all
males in a shower.  Finally only two young men are left, they make various
advances and end up on the floor of the shower sucking each other.

	Joe glanced over at Jim who pretended to be watching
dispassionately, but he notice that Jim's hands were in his lap and his
chest was visibly thumping.  Joe leaned back against the back of the couch
and stretched his legs, not attempting to hide his near erection.
Surreptitiously cutting his eyes, he saw Jim taking in his arousal with his
eyes.  A few minutes later he noticed Jim squeezing his crotch, his eyes
becoming half glassy.

	"To hell with it," he thought.  He crossed his right foot over his
knee and pretended to examine its sole.  "Jim, can you see this.  My eyes
aren't as good without my contacts.  Feels like I've a splinter."

	Jim hesitantly sidled from the chair to the couch, not standing.
He bent over Joe's foot, but his head blocked the light.  He got to his
knees on the floor and was examining the sole of Joe's foot where Joe was
pulling the skin tight.  Joe could now clearly see Jim's aroused state.  He
let his robe slip open slightly and Jim was staring at Joe's erect penis.

	"Sorry."  Joe pretended embarrassment.  "That damn skin movie got
me kinda horny."

	"Me, too."  Jim now stood, no longer embarrassed by his erection.
"Which one?"

	"Both," Joe responded, "but, you know, its funny.  The scene with
the guys was a lot sexier than I would have thought."

	Jim was starting to breath rapidly.  "Have you ever. . . I mean you
and. . . I mean have you ever, you know, with another man."

	Joe blushed.  "Once in Nam when I was an enlisted man.  And a
couple of times in college."

	"How did you. . .?  I mean, did you. . .?"

	Joe ducked his head in confession, and whispered, "We sucked."

	Now Joe looked openly at Jim's erection.  "Have you, you know?"

	"When I was fifteen, several times with a friend the same age, and
then once in high school with a teacher."

	"A teacher?"

	Blushing more deeply.  "Yeah.  I. . . I've never been able to
forget either experience."

	Joe reached out, tentatively, and touched Jim's fabric covered
bulge through the shorts.  Jim gasped but did not draw away.  Joe reached
his right hand through the opening in front of the boxers and grasped Jim's
penis.  It was hard and hot and throbbing.  Then standing and pulling Jim
to his feet, he pushed the robe off to the floor and kneeling stripped the
shorts to the ankles, pulling at them until Jim stepped out.  Kneeling in
front of Jim, he gazed at his erection.  Jim's pubic hair had a good bit of
grey, matching his hair on his head.  His penis was obviously not "unused"
but was attractive in size, shape and skin tones.  There was some slight
moisture in the slit at the tip of his circumcised cock.  Without looking
up at Jim, Joe leaned his head forward, opened his lips and touched the
slit with his tongue.  Jim's penis jerked.  "Oh, what the hell.  The die is
cast," Joe thought, and opening his lips wider, slid his mouth over the top
half of Jim's penis, sucking gently.  He hesitated feeling its shape and
contours with this tongue.  Jim began to tremble and fell back upon the
couch.  Turning Joe looked him in the eye and saw no disgust or rejection
and he slid his mouth over Jim's penis taking it deep into his mouth as his
lips pressed against Jim's pubic hair.  Within minutes - much sooner than
Joe would have liked, really - Jim's cock began to jerk and constrict as he
shot a hot stream of come into Joe's mouth.  Joe pretended to gag and choke
slightly, but swallowed as Jim held his head still.

	Afterwards, raising his head, he looked at Jim, and Jim looked away
with some embarrassment.  "Sorry, I didn't mean to do that without
warning."

	"'t's okay," Joe said quietly.  He stood and stretched.  The
movement opened his robe and his erect penis was within a few inches of
Jim.  Jim's gaze was captured by Joe's classic erection, then leaning
forward, he covered the head of his cock with his mouth.  Joe somehow
doubted Jim's professed lack of practice since high school years because he
performed so well, taking Joe's entire length into his mouth and sucking
and licking with expert abandon.  Toward the end he grasped Joe's buttocks
and pulled him to him as he felt Joe's cock begin to jerk.  Joe made as if
to withdraw before ejaculating, but Jim's hands on his buttocks prevented
his doing so.  As his cock spasmed and jerked, he shot jet after pulsating
jet of hot semen into Jim, and Jim licked and swallowed avidly.

	Afterward, they sat in the living room, robes open, and talked.

	"Jim, I can tell you now that I almost made a move on you twelve
years ago when we were living in the same BOQ, but I was afraid that you
wouldn't be responsive."

	Jim laughed quietly.  "You'd be surprised how often in the middle
of the night I almost came to knock on your door.  I felt the same way, had
the same fear."

	"How many guys in the military do you think swing both ways?  I
know four of our rank and peer group.  I know it goes on in the ranks, but
I suspect its pretty much held in check by prevailing moral and social
standards.  I can still count on both hands the number of guys I've had
experiences with."

	"Me, too.  I don't know.  But I think there is more in the barracks
than a lot of the brass suspect.  I've seen it a pretty good bit in some of
the units I've been with.  I - and most of the other officers I know -
always look the other way unless it gets in the way of discipline or
mission.  That's why I think its a good idea to keep it a dischargeable
behavior.  Best to keep it at arm's length and self-controlled."

	"Yeah.  I agree."

	He looked at Jim's relaxed penis and, on impulse, slid to his knees
between Jim's legs and slipped it, relaxed, into his mouth.  He enjoyed the
softness of it.  It moved with a push of his tongue.  He was able to
explore the contours, folds and shape with more tactile deliberation and
could savor the musky, male taste at greater leisure.  Jim, at forty-eight,
did not have the resilient readiness of youth, and when his penis began to
swell and harden, it did so slowly, giving Joe the opportunity to leisurely
suck and explore as Jim stretched and spread his legs, slowly stroking
Joe's head as he performed relaxed, comfortable fellatio.  After five or
ten minutes, Jim was erect in a pliable sort of way.  Definitely not "blue
steel."  Joe continued his ministrations, now beginning to move his lips up
and down the semi-erect penis.  Because of its pliability, Joe was able to
take Jim's penis fully and completely into his mouth and yet have the space
to manipulate and caress lavishly with his tongue.  The lack of urgency in
Jim was a luxury in that Joe could move at his own pace and try things he
had seldom been able to do in the urgency of oral copulation.  He stopped
and took Jim's testicles separately into his mouth and rolled them gently
with his tongue.  He kissed and licked the juncture of thigh and pelvis and
testicular sac.

	Moving back to Jim's half hard penis, he began to suck and lick
with long and thorough deliberation as Jim stroked his head.  After fifteen
or twenty minutes, Jim began to thrust gently to meet Joe's oral movements,
and after a couple of minutes, his penis hardened and expanded noticeably
and began to spasm gently as he emptied his second ejaculation, less
forceful than the first, into Joe's mouth.  Joe also found that to be a
unique experience, since he was able to more or less sip and savor rather
than swallow rapidly.  He continued to suck and lick Jim's penis after the
ejaculation was completed until the last vestige of Jim's semen had been
removed from every fold of his penis and it had returned to its relaxed
state.  He let it slip from his mouth and nudged it with his tongue until
it lay against Jim's belly, its underside exposed, then he kissed and
licked the joinder of penis and testicles for several minutes before rising
and resuming his seat on the couch.

	"How're we going to handle this, Jim?  Continuation or a one time
experience?"

	Jim rolled his head toward him and gazed at him for a moment.  "I
think we'll need continuation, but we've got to handle it with discretion."

	"My middle name.  You are, after all, only the seventh guy I've
been with.  One is dead.  Another is in a different profession, and we
never come into contact.  But the other four I've maintained a longtime
friendship with, and when the opportunity arises, we continue to have sex.
They all know each other and are limited in their sexual contacts.  Three
of them are happily married, and two have children.  All of them have, at
one time or another, made it with each other, but I don't think they have
contacts with others, except maybe under very careful and discrete
circumstances.  We've made discretion a part of our lifestyle. . . . But,
Jim, part of my agreement with them is that I will need to tell them about
you."

	Jim thought silently for a couple of minutes.  "Any of them army?"

	"Three of them.  A bird and two majors."

	Jim smiled.  "Do I know any of them?"

	"Probably.  Two, anyhow."

	"Okay.  I'll be interested to learn who."

	"They will, too," Jim smiled.


CHAPTER SIX

	He'd made it!  A star at thirty-seven!  He was jarred by a loud
military ring and answered the his private line in his office in the
Pentagon.

	"Col. Harris."

	"Col. Kenton reporting, General."

	"Frank!  Good to hear from you."

	"Congratulations.  I just heard from Walt Brown in career planning.
I always knew you'd make it.  Best soldier I know!"

	"Thanks.  It hasn't quite sunk in yet."

	"Is Liz absolutely delighted?"  Liz.  His wife of just over two
years and the mother of his three week old son.

	"Yeah.  Where are you?"

	"Oh, same place.  Kaiserslautern.  But I rotate back to the states
this summer.  I'll be joining you at the Pentagon."

	"Great!  Can't wait.  Are Kathy and the kids excited?"

	"Oh, I think so, but she's a real army wife and they're army brats.
They're pretty unflappable about any move.  You hear from any of the guys
yet?"

	Joe didn't have to ask "what guys?"  "Yeah.  Jim Bratton just
called.  He's really doing well in his consulting business here in
Washington, and Barbara is taking to it like a bird to the air.  I have a
call back from Doug, but he was out when I called.  And Dave sent a
telegram he's taking the shuttle down from New York tomorrow night for
dinner.  Liz is with her mother for a week, and I guess he and I will batch
it."  He couldn't keep the anticipation from his voice.

	Frank chuckled.  "Be good.  I know you will be!  Well, just wanted
to check in.  I'll talk to you later.  Keep an eye out for housing
possibilities, will you?  We'd like to be in the Georgetown area, near you
if possible."

	"Sure.  As a matter of fact, the people next door are moving and
are going to put their townhouse on the market."

	"The brown brick?"

	"Yeah."

	"Talk to them and check the price.  If its within reason, they
won't need to hire an agent."

	"Sure thing.  I'll let you know."  Frank next door!  Life was
becoming very full.

	"Talk to you later.  'Bye."

	"'Bye."

	Joe worked until almost eleven o'clock and drove to his townhouse
in Georgetown.  When he arrived at his empty home he felt the need of a
good workout before bed.  He'd been given the privileges of Georgetown
University's magnificent field house with indoor track, free weights,
nautilus and a huge selection of indoor tennis, racquetball, basketball,
steam, sauna and showers.  He quickly undressed and, before slipping into
athletic supporter, shorts, tee shirt and sweats, took stock of himself in
the floor length mirror Liz had installed.  At thirty-seven, he still had
the body of a well conditioned college athlete except he now had a little
sprinkling of gray.  Six feet, very little body fat, flat hard stomach -
thirty-four inches now instead of the thirty-three he had maintained until
about three years ago, deep chest, muscled shoulders, limbs with a
symmetrical mix of long and bunched muscles, high, slightly prominent but
narrow butt.

	He bicycled over to the field house and used his punch card to
enter the facility.  The night guard waved casually as he entered.  There
were only a few areas still lit.  He warmed up before going through his
weight program for about thirty minutes and used the step machine for about
another thirty minutes.  When he finished, he ran a couple of quarter mile
laps around the giant indoor running track, semi-dark at one end.  He was
sweating profusely but nevertheless entered the sauna for more heat.
Stripping off his soggy shorts, tee shirt and athletic supporter, he lay on
the top bench, towel draped across his loins.  He must have dozed, because
when he opened his eyes he was dripping and a young college athlete had
entered the sauna.  He left the sauna and entered the shower, stepping
under the cold spray before turning up the heat gradually until steam began
to fill the six-headed shower stall.  He had lathered himself thoroughly
when the young kid from the sauna entered the shower.  Joe decided he had
mistaken the kid's age.  He must not be more than sixteen.

	He was slender but with long, developing muscles that would one day
give him the kind of physique he had obviously been seeking.  He studiously
avoided looking directly at Joe while he showered, but Joe noticed him
cutting quick eyes toward him when he thought he was unobserved.  Joe
worked the soap into a thick suds on his belly, pubic area, genitals and
between his thighs and up the cleft separating the cheeks of his buttocks.
He closed his eyes as he rinsed, and he suddenly saw in his mind's eye the
shower in Bremerhaven some fifteen years earlier.  Unbidden his penis began
to lengthen and swell.  He luxuriated under the hot spray, eyes closed,
reliving that insane first encounter with Dave.  Then, remembering himself,
he opened his eyes to his surroundings and realized that his penis had
reached near erection.  He hastily turned away from the kid, embarrassed,
and rinsed the last trace of soap from himself with his hands rubbing over
his body under the spray.

	When he'd finished, he couldn't decide how to exit the shower past
the kid.  He was still semi-erect, and the kid would be sure to see his
condition.  After a couple of minutes, he thought, "What the hell," and
turned toward the door.  The kid had his soapy back to him as he headed for
the shower stall opening, he glanced back over his shoulder to see that the
kid had a full-blown erection.  "Not again!" he thought as entered the
doorway.  But before he escaped he stopped suddenly and turned again to
look at the kid.  The kid, thinking that he was unobserved as Joe left, had
turned to look openly at him, and when Joe stopped and looked at him, he
blushed furiously, his erection revealed.  Reluctantly, Joe turned back to
the shower stall and let his own fully erect penis be revealed.  Slowly, he
approached the boy who was now trembling violently.  Joe pushed him gently
under the hot shower spray and began to rub the soap from his shoulders as
the spray rinsed him.  His hand traveled down the boy's back and over his
buttocks and, then he turned the young body to face him as he began to rub
the last vestiges of soap from his chest and stomach.  Then without
hesitation, he began to rub the soap from his adolescent growth of pubic
hair, lifted his penis and diverted some of the spray to his testicles and
thighs as he rinsed them free of soap.  The kid's penis was throbbing in
his hand, and he stroked it, pretending to rinse it as he examined it for
any remaining soap.

	"Ughhh." the boy muttered as his penis began to harden and throb.
Dropping quickly to his knees, Joe covered it with his mouth as it began to
jerk and shoot hard, forceful jets of semen.  Pulling the boy closer with
his hands on his buttocks, he took the entire spasming length into his
mouth and began to suck harder, pressing the spasming cock with his tongue
and moving quickly back and forth.  When the boy had finished, he stepped
back, and Joe stood.  The kid was stricken and speechless as he looked
alternately at Joe's eyes and his penis.

	Then the kid dropped to his knees and moved his head toward Joe,
and he would have taken him into his mouth, but Joe stopped him.  "Have you
ever done this before, son?" Joe asked.

	"N-n-no, sir."

	"Have you ever had a girl, son?"

	"N-n-no, sir."

	"Well, son.  Why don't we just skip this part.  When you've had sex
with a girl or woman, if we ever see each other again and you still feel
inclined, we'll talk about it then."

	The boy hung his head, shamefacedly.  "Don't be upset," Joe said,
"I enjoyed it or else I wouldn't have done it.  And this is not a rejection
of you.  I just don't want to make sexual identity decisions for you unless
you've tried both ways."

	With that he left the shower, toweled dry, slipped his sweats over
his bare body and went home.

                                                            * * *

	The next three weeks were eventful for Joe.  Dave came in the
following night, and they spent the two days catching up on events as well
as on other things.  He told Dave about the incident in the Georgetown
Fieldhouse shower.

	"That's one of the things I've always worried about.  To what
extent I had 'seduced' you in that shower at Bremerhaven.  Whether or not
you 'chose' or I influenced you unduly."

	Dave thought silently for a few moments.  "Well, I was not a
heterosexual virgin.  I'd had sex with girls in high school and knew I
liked it. . . . And I wasn't exactly a virgin with guys either."

	Joe raised his eyebrows inquiringly.  "Oh, I'd never participated
in anal sex or performed fellatio, but there had been this one guy in high
school.  I was sixteen.  My best friend was a guy named Robert Whitson . .
. Bobby.  We spent almost all our time at each other's houses.

	"I was spending the night at his house one Friday night.  We'd
stayed up late watching television, and his parents had already gone to
bed.  We went up to his room for bed about one o'clock.  As we undressed,
we were both sort of excited.  We always slept in our underwear.  I wore
the boxer type and he wore the jockey brief type.  I noticed that his cock
had kind of swelled and anticipated that when we got in his bed, we'd do
what we'd done several times before.  We'd both discovered masturbation a
year or so before, together.  That had quickly evolved into mutual
masturbation on a fairly frequent basis.

	"Anyhow, we got into bed and lay still for a few minutes.  Then I
reached for Bobby's crotch and squeezed the bulge in jockey briefs.  He
immediately laid his right hand on my crotch and began to squeeze.  Soon I
could feel that he had gotten hard as had I.  He got out of bed, locked the
door, and turned on the bedside light.  Before getting back into bed, he
removed his briefs and turned the covers all the way back.  His penis was
standing fully erect and mine was, too, poking through the opening in my
boxers.  He grasped the waist band of my shorts and stripped them from me
before laying down beside me.  We had always done this at least partially
clothed or covered up or in the dark.  This was first time completely naked
with the lights on.  He grasped my penis and I grasped his, and we began to
jack each other off.  I couldn't help looking at his penis as I continued
and he was staring openly at mine.

	"After a few minutes, he sat up and urged me to do the same.  He
spread my legs and sat between them close to me, his legs over mine and on
either side of me.  Facing each other and close together, we began to
mutually masturbate each other, our penis within inches of each other's.
We were closely examining each other's reaction.  I noticed that he had a
drop of come on the tip of cockhead.  The smells were very sexual and
exciting.  Bobby was an accomplished high school gymnast, very well built
and flexible.  Suddenly, he leaned over and touched his tongue to the drop
of semen on the slit of my cockhead.  I was shocked, but not nearly as much
so as when his lips slipped over the head of my penis and he began to lick
it in rapid up and down and circular motions.  Our positions had forced me
to release his penis, and he pushed me into a reclining position on my back
as he continued to straddle my buttocks, my legs under his thighs and on
either of side of him.  He began to take more of my penis into his mouth,
using his tongue on the underside as he slid down the length as far as his
inexperience would permit.

	"I began to thrust my hips a little and whispered 'Yes, Bobby,
please suck me!'  He applied more suction pressure and began to pull back
slowly and I thrust my hips forward to try to prevent what I thought was
going to be separation.  But Bobby put his hands under by butt and held my
hips still, then began to slide his mouth down my penis again, rubbing and
stroking the underside rapidly and firmly with his tongue.  He pulled my
hips to him encouraging me to take up the thrusting motion in unison with
his movements.  Soon he was taking most of my penis into his mouth on each
downward stroke and applying increased suction on each upward stroke.  His
movements and my thrusts became more rapid, and I felt that I was about to
come and tried to withdraw, but he was caught up in the lust of the
activity and would not let me escape.  My penis hardened and I felt the
ache in my loins that I knew preceded ejaculation.  'Bobby,' I said, 'I'm
about to come!'  But he didn't take his mouth away and, if anything, he
became more diligent and urgent in his sucking.  I felt my cock begin to
jerk and I ejaculated.  He gagged a little at first and hesitated, but I
was now holding his head firmly still and he began to swallow, slowly and
then greedily, as I kept shooting come into his mouth.  Then I felt
something hot and syrupy bathing my thighs and balls.  He had ejaculated,
too!

	"I wasn't sure what was expected now.  I really wasn't ready to do
the same, though maybe I had been willing a few minutes earlier.  But Bobby
clearly didn't expect it.  He'd had a climax, and as far as he was
concerned, we were finished.  Both of us were kind of embarrassed and quiet
afterwards.  We got up and washed and wiped his ejaculation from the
sheets.  Then we put our shorts back on and went to sleep, careful not to
touch each other.

	"We didn't exactly avoid each other over the next few weeks, but we
didn't spend as much time together, either, and never alone.  However, I
often caught myself looking at him in class and saw him watching me,
wondering and nervous.

	"My parents had planned to take us to Six Flags over a weekend
during spring holidays and had reserved one room in a motel for themselves
and another for Bobby and me.  Neither of us knew anything to do other than
go through with it.  The first night, both of us were quiet and shy, but I
couldn't help wondering what would come of the circumstances and I knew he
was also wondering.  First he showered and then me.  When I returned he was
propped up in the king sized bed watching TV, and I got in on the other
side.  We were in our usual sleeping garb of boxers and briefs.  After
awhile he slid down to a reclining position in bed as I continued to prop
up watching television.  The lights were off, but the TV set lit the room
pretty well and he crooked his left arm over his eyes to block the
flickering light.  I thought he'd gone to sleep, but after a few minutes,
he said quietly, 'Dave?'  'Yeah,' I answered.  'We've got to come to terms
with what happened at my house the last time you spent the night.'  I was
afraid something like this might come up and kept silence.  'I don't know
whether you've been avoiding me or I've been avoiding you or both,' he
said, 'but you've been my best friend all my life and I hope you still are.
I didn't intend to happen what happened, but also, to be honest, I'd
thought about it.  I mean I'd thought about . . . about s-sucking you.  I
don't expect you to do the same, honest.  I don't even care.  I guess I
might be . . .  Maybe I am gay.  But I hope you'll still be my friend.'

	"He was silent after that as was I for a few moments.  How could he
not be my friend?  We'd always been friends.  And to be honest, I'd thought
about what happened and was not unwilling for it to happen again.  I
couldn't yet admit it to him or even say it consciously to myself, but I
had thought about sucking him, too.  Finally, I said, 'Bobby, I'm sorry.  I
have been sort of avoiding you, but you are my best friend.  And I don't
know whether you're gay or not, and if you are, it doesn't make any
difference.'  Bobby removed his arm from his eyes and tears were sliding
down his face.  He looked at me relieved, and I was swept by guilt to
further honesty.  'And, to be honest with you, Bobby, I've thought about
that night.  I did like it!  It wasn't just you.  It was me, too.'

	"He turned to look at me, smiling tentatively.  I reached out and
put my hand on his shoulder and he covered it with his.  We continued to
lie there, silent, me propped up and him on his back.  Then slowly and
purposefully he rolled to his side toward me and got to his knees, pushing
the covers back and reaching to pull my shorts from me.  I helped him and
then reached for his to pull them off.  I was beginning to swell a little
and he was already hard.  He got to his knees between my legs and leaned
over me, propped on his elbows on either side of my thighs.  He slowly
sucked my half erect cock into his mouth, and as it hardened, began to
perform the same ministrations as he had that night at his house.  Now I
cooperated fully and consciously, putting my hands on either side of his
head and thrusting to meet his up and down movements.  This time when I
ejaculated, he sucked and swallowed avidly.  When it was over, he remained
in his position and kissed and licked my pubic area, testicles and inner
thighs.  After a few minutes, I began to get hard again, and he eagerly
took my cock into him again and continued for a longer time until I had a
second orgasm.  Then he rolled away, satiated.

	"After a few minutes, I rolled to my side toward him and began to
jack him off, he ejaculated quickly.  I wasn't ready to do what he'd done,
but this time instead of transferring his penis to his hand before
ejaculation, I maintained my grasp and his semen ran over my hand onto his
stomach.  I found it more exciting than I was willing to reveal, but I
showed no distaste and, in fact, dipped my fingers into the cloudy white
come on his stomach and stirred it around.  I left him to go into the
bathroom to clean up and closed the door behind me.  Immediately, I brought
my hand to my mouth and tasted his come with my tongue.  It was clean
tasting, slightly salty-sweet taste of protein.  I licked it from my hands
and swallowed.

	"We continued to have the same relationship throughout high school.
It was after graduation that my folks died and I came to Germany to live
with Frank and ran into you in the shower in Bremerhaven.  So, you see, I
was not mentally unprepared for that moment.  Bobby went on to the
University of Nebraska on a gymnastics scholarship and was national
champion and a silver medalist at the Olympics three years later.  Someone
from home told me that he teaches at UVA now but we haven't stayed in
touch.  I haven't seen him since two days before I arrived at Bremerhaven.
I don't know why.  He was my best friend.  I've always felt that somehow I
let him down.  I don't know whether he's gay or not, he didn't act like it.

	Joe had gotten hard listening to Dave's history and they had
satisfying sex.  Afterwards, he said to Dave, "You ought to look up Bobby
and, if you think he's 'safe,' you ought to complete your sexual
relationship."  Dave thought for a couple of minutes and nodded his head in
quiet ascent.

                                                         * * *

	Joe's days following his promotion were busy.  First, he was
assigned new duties, and he was busy transferring his present command
function to his successor and, at the same time, beginning to assume the
duties of new job.  He and Liz had a promotion party that consumed them
both for two or three or days.  He felt logy.  He hadn't exercised in more
than a week, and he decided to drop by the Georgetown Fieldhouse before
going home after work.

	During his workout he was not conscious of being surreptitiously
watched.  When he left after an hour and a half, he was not conscious of
being covertly followed.

	The next morning was Saturday, and he slept late.  Liz came in with
Joey in her arms to tell him that they were going out to the Bratton's
Virginia farm for the day.  Barbara and she had become close and Barbara
doted on Joey.

	A few minutes later the door bell rang.  He got up and slipped on a
terry robe over his shorts and went down stairs to open the door.  There
was a surprise awaiting him.  It was the kid.  He stood there nervously
when Joe opened the door.

	"G'morning, General Harris."

	Joe was shocked.  This was the moment he had dreaded.  His years of
discretion were about to go down the drain.  Someone he didn't know knew
his secret.

	"Come in," Joe said mechanically.  Inside he said flatly, "Okay.
You know who I am.  What do you want?"

	The kid was stunned by Joe's reaction.  Then his face cleared.
"Wait a minute, General.  You don't need to worry.  I'm not here to put you
on the spot.  You said that after that I'd been with a woman that if I was
still interested and we ran into each other to let you know.  Well, I've
been with a woman and I liked it.  But I haven't been able to get you out
of mind, and I've been at the fieldhouse everyday for two weeks.  Never
worked out so much.  I'm doing six miles in thirty-four minutes and I'm up
thirty pounds on my weight sets.  But I didn't see you there until last
night, and I followed you home and saw Mrs. Harris leave a little while
ago.  I just wanted you to know that I can't quit thinking about that night
and what you said.  I-I'm s-st-still interested."  He stopped confused and
looked at the floor, blushing.

	Joe's first reaction was relief.  His second a surge of sexual
desire.  But he needed to talk first.

	"Kid. . . What's your name, son?  I can't keep calling you 'kid'."

	"Billy.  I mean Bill.  Bill Whitman."

	Joe smiled.  "I like Billy fine.  Billy, I don't know you . . .
well, not really know you well enough to know how to talk to you about
this, but let me try.  What happened that night was impulsive and something
I've only done once before with someone I didn't know.  I've had some
relationships with other men.  Long term relationships.  I like sex with
women and always have.  I like sex with men, too, under the right
circumstances.  Its part of the friendship.  Most of the time no kind of
sex is good without relationship, women or men.  I didn't want to push you
into any choice that you might have hard time living with.  There's a
downside.  You feel guilty.  I do.  I don't think that sex with men is the
natural way of things.  Its important to be discrete.  No one can know
about you or about your partners unless with consent of everyone involved.
Its important to be safe.  No promiscuity and no sex with strangers.  I
know, I know I violated that one.  The second time in twenty years.  But
its very important.  HIV and AIDS are real and promiscuous sex with men or
any kind of sex with a man you don't know well and know is safe is life
threatening.  Then, there's what it can do to you relationally, because
often you've got this unrevealed secret between you and those who you're
honest with in every other way.  It puts a kind of barrier there, and you
have to work hard not to let it spread to dishonesty in other things in the
relationship.  Then there's you."

	Billy was listening attentively.  When Joe had finished, he said,
"I'm not sure I understand everything you've said, but I do some of it.
But, General, I . . ."

	"Joe.  Call me Joe.  I think I feel more comfortable with that
under the circumstances."

	"Well, J-joe.  Joe.  Joe, I understand some of what you said.  And
I haven't been unthinking about this.  I've thought about it a lot,
including a lot of what you said.  I don't have any intention of not being
with women.  I'd like to get married and have a family, too.  But, Joe,
I've not been able to quit thinking about that night.  I-I just . . . I
don't know.  I . . ."  In his stress, a couple of tears rolled down his
cheeks.  Joe was touched.  It was, after all, not as if he was
uninterested.  Well . . .

	"How old are you, Billy?"

	"Seventeen."

	"Well, you're not illegal here, but in some places, if any
relationship were discovered, I'd be guilty of child abuse or molestation
of a minor.  Are you the son of faculty at Georgetown?"

	"No, sir.  I'm a sophomore."

	"Sophomore!  At seventeen."

	"Yes, sir.  I skipped a couple of grades."  He blushed and looked a
little resentful at the thought.

	Joe looked at him.  Billy was well set up, not fully developed
physically, but as well developed as any seventeen year old he could
remember.

	"How about some breakfast, Billy.  I'm hungry."

	"That'd be okay," Billy said softly, looking at the floor.

	Back in the kitchen, Joe and Billy ate some pancakes, eggs and
bacon Joe had whipped up and drank a cup of coffee.  Joe consciously looked
for subjects of conversation unrelated to what had been said.  Billy was
shy at first, but as Joe revealed more about his interests in government,
international affairs literature, sports and movies and continued to talk
to Billy as a peer, he warmed up and talked more openly.  He was an
intelligent young man.  Honor society, qualifier for national merit, witty.
Joe began to warm to him.

	After breakfast, Joe said, "Let's go over to the fieldhouse and
workout.  I need to get my blood moving."

	At the fieldhouse, they changed into workout gear and played a
little racquet ball and ran six miles before hitting the weights.  Billy
was impressed by Joe's weight routine, but Joe thought that Billy's was
also pretty good.  After that they undressed, Joe said, "Sauna?" and Billy
nodded.  Towels wrapped about their waists, they entered the sauna.  There
were a couple of other guys there.  Joe lay on the top bench, towel draped
over his genitals and Billy lay on the top bench across the tiered side
opposite him.  After a few minutes, they left and showered.  Joe was
impressed at Billy's demeanor and attitude.  No stares, no visible reaction
to the environment of shared nudity with him or with any of the other men.
As they left the fieldhouse after dressing, Joe stopped and thought for a
minute.  Then with an inward sigh of surrender, he asked Billy quietly,
"Would you like to come over?"

	"I'd like that," Billy responded quietly.

	Back at the house, Joe led Billy to the guest suite in the ground
floor.  It had a sitting room, bedroom and bath.  The bedroom had a queen
sized bed, and the bath with tub, shower stall, toilet, twin sinks and
bidet adjoined.  In the bedroom, Joe approached Billy and began to unbutton
to his shirt which he slipped from his shoulders and lay across the arm of
a chair.  He wore no undershirt.  Joe pushed him gently into the chair and
bent and unlaced and removed his sneakers and socks.  He pulled him up and
unbuttoned the top button of his jeans and slipped the zipper down, then
peeled off the worn jeans which he tossed over the arm of the chair.  Billy
stood before him in his briefs.  Young, fresh, good looking and well built.
The bulge of his genitals revealed a growing arousal.  Joe pulled at his
shirt tail and began to take off his shirt, but Billy stepped forward and
pushed his hands out of the way.  Billy completed the unbuttoning and
tossed the shirt over the other arm of the chair.  Joe was wearing a clean
white tee shirt - army habit - which Billy pulled over his head and tossed
to the chair.  Billy bent and removed his loafers and socks and stood and
unfastened the tab fastener on the waist of his trousers and unzipped them.
They fell of their own drape to the floor and Billy picked them up, folded
them neatly and hung them over the back of the chair.  Joe stood before him
in his boxers, making no effort to hide the swelling of his penis pressing
against the oxford cloth boxers.  Billy trembled slightly as he stared.
Joe stepped closer and, hooking his thumbs on either side of the elastic of
Billy's briefs, pushed them to Billy's ankles and bent to get them as Billy
stepped out.  Joe stood and tossed them to the chair.  Billy, imitating his
actions, pushed the boxers to the floor, retrieved them and stood as he
tossed them aside.

	Joe guided Billy to the queen sized bed and pushed him to it.
Billy reclined and slid to the middle, and Joe lay beside him and turned
toward him, wrapping his hand around Billy's erect cock.  Hesitantly, Billy
turned to his side and grasped Joe's larger penis with his left hand.  Joe
leaned forward and pressed his lips to Billy's.  Billy froze and then
relaxed as he returned the kiss, opening his lips as Joe's tongue sought
entry.  Joe kissed Billy's chest, flicking his nipples with his tongue and
trailed his oral caresses to the top of Billy's pubic hair, still holding
and slowly stroking his hard penis.  As Joe moved downward, Billy stopped
him.  "Wait!"  He pulled Joe away and, with both hands, laid him on his
back.

	Billy got to his hand and knees, looking down into Joe's eyes.
"This is what I've got to do first," he said.  Then he bent and kissed Joe
and, again imitating Joe's actions, he trailed his lips and tongue across
his chest and stomach to his pubic hair, holding and stroking Joe's hard
cock and balls.  He climbed between Joe's legs.  Pulling the foreskin
tightly back, he touched his tongue to the slit at the tip and covered the
head of Joe's cock with his mouth, emitting a soft moaning sigh as he did
so.  His mouth was extremely moist with saliva, and his tongue laved the
head of Joe's cock lavishly.  Joe brought his hands to the sides of Billy's
head, holding him gently.  As Billy continued to circle the glans penis
with his wet tongue, Joe involuntary raised his hips.  As if a signal,
Billy slid his mouth lower and increased the suction of his mouth, rubbing
the underside of Joe's throbbing penis with his tongue.  He withdrew and
then plunged his head lower.  Joe began to thrust in time with his rhythm.
On the fourth or fifth stroke, Billy succeeded in taking the entire length
into his mouth.  He pause as he pressed and stroked with his tongue and
increased the suction he was applying.  Then he began to rapidly move his
lips to the head of the throbbing cock, encircle it with quick strokes of
tongue and move his mouth down Joe's penis with increasing urgency.  Joe
felt his penis lengthen and the familiar piercing ache of his loins, as his
penis began to jerk spasmodically and released a hot jetting stream of come
into Billy's mouth.  At first Billy gagged slightly and pulled back until
only half of Joe's cock remained in his mouth, then he was able to swallow
and he did so, sucking to extract the last drop and laving Joe's entire
penis with his tongue.  Finally he raised his head and looked Joe.  Some of
Joe's semen was still on his lips.  His eyelids were heavy with satiated
desire and he said, "That is what I have thought about most . . . and
wanted."



CHAPTER SEVEN

	Joe's remark had stuck with Dave.  "You ought to get in touch with
him!"  He thought about it every day.  "You ought to get in touch with
him!"  Finally after about two weeks following his return from Washington,
he called UVA Administration.  Bobby was on faculty.  Full professor of
philosophy.  B. A. University of Nebraska.  Phi Beta Kappa.  Rhodes
Scholar.  Ph.D.  University of Chicago.  Dave was impressed.

	Two weeks later he told his wife, Amy, that he was going to tend to
family business in Mississippi for three or four days and booked travel to
Charlottesville.  He arrived late on Thursday night.  After thinking it
over, he'd decided that it would be better not to call first.  He was not
sure what kind of reception he might get.  He got directions to the
Philosophy Department from campus information and went over after lunch on
Friday.  The departmental receptionist told him that Bobby would not be in
until Monday.

	His stunned surprise must have aroused her sympathy.  "Was it
urgent?"

	"Well, sort of."

	"He's at the gymnasium," she said, "he is a volunteer associate
gymnastics coach, too."

	After getting directions, he head for the gymnasium where he got
directions to gymnastics practice.  He slipped in the door and sat in the
shadows on the two-row temporary stands.  There were about fifteen gymnasts
and three or four older guys who had to be coaches.  It was not hard to
spot Bobby.  He hadn't changed that much.  Still carrying a gymnast's
physique, he was demonstrating some moves on the pommel horse.  He moved
with such grace, it was hard to imagine that he was thirty-four.  Of
course, he didn't have to perform a full routine to demonstrate a couple of
moves, but those he performed more like a competitor than a coach.  He went
through the two moves at full speed, then once slowly.  Sitting on the
pommel horse he talked to four or five college kids standing there, and
then did the moves once again slowly and then at full speed.  A couple of
the gymnasts tried the moves and he stopped them and moved their legs in
the range of motion he desired.  After a few minutes, practice ended, and
the team left for the showers.  Bobby spoke briefly to one of the other
coaches and headed for the door.  As he pulled even with the stands, Dave
spoke.  "Hi, Bobby."

	He stopped and peered into the shadows approaching the figure in
the stands.  He looked questioningly at Dave.  "Dave?"  Then breaking into
a delighted smile, "Dave!  What in the world . .?  What are you doing
here?"

	"I came to see you, Bobby.  Eighteen years late.  But I came to see
you."

	"How long are you here?"

	"I don't know.  Couple of days, maybe."

	"Great!  Can you come to the house?"

	"Sure."

	Dave had walked, so he rode with Bobby in a three year old Honda
Accord.  They exchanged histories of the last eighteen years.  Bobby was
surprised that Dave had become a lawyer and even more so that he'd stayed
in New York.  He seemed genuinely pleased that Dave had a wife and
children.

	Dave also had some surprises.  Bobby had a seventeen year old son!

	"How . . .?"

	Bobby grinned.  "Well, in my freshman year, I made a mistake, but
it wasn't really a mistake.  I met this girl, Suzie.  She must've somehow
sensed my desperation about the sexual identity crisis I was going through,
and she was determined to affirm my maleness."  He cut his eyes to Dave and
then quickly away.  "Anyway, she got pregnant, we got married as freshmen,
and then we had Will.  She was really happy and pleased, and I'm glad.  She
had a cerebral aneurysm three days later and died."

	Dave was stunned.  "Bobby!  I . . . God, that's awful."

	"It was," he agreed.  "Her parents lived near campus, though, and
Will and I lived with them while I was in school.  I didn't date, didn't
join a fraternity.  All I did was study, gymnastics and raise Bill.  All I
wanted to do.  The incidental benefit was good academic credentials and the
olympic silver my junior year.  Suzie's parents were great.  They insisted
on subsidizing me at Oxford and the University of Chicago while I was
getting my Ph.D.  Will and I have been at Charlottesville for twelve years.
Except that he's not here right now.  He's at school in Washington."

	"Prep school?  Which one?"

	"No.  Actually he's a sophomore at Georgetown.  Pretty bright kid,
huh?  Will is gifted.  A hundred eighty-seven I. Q.  1580 on the SAT.  A
blessing and a curse."

	"Have you remarried?  Any other children."

	"No.  Just Will and me."

	They pulled up to an old Victorian three story brick house.  It and
the grounds were perfect.  "Is this yours?" Dave asked.

	"Yeah.  It was a wreck, and I got it cheap.  I did all the
renovation with some helpers.  It took four years.  Will and I lived in
trailer out back while we did it."

	They entered the house.  The parquet floors gleamed richly.  Bobby
showed Dave the layout.  Big foyer a la sitting room.  Formal parlor and
dining room.  A study filled with rich woods and books, but with a computer
on a metal table by the old roll top desk.

	In the kitchen, Bobby pulled bottles of sour mash, scotch and gin
and pointed to a cabinet.  "Soda and tonic in there.  Help yourself.  I'll
just shower and be down in a few minutes."

	Dave was sitting in his study when he came in a few minutes later
wearing a golf shirt, relaxed faded jeans and a pair of loafers without
socks.  His hair was combed but still wet.  He almost hadn't changed.

	"You still look like you did in high school," Dave said, "and I've
gotten so old."

	"Well, you have changed, but not old.  You've been on a pretty good
workout routine.  Much more filled out and muscular.  Weights?"

	"Some.  And running, racquet ball, and tennis.  A little pick up
basket ball."

	Bobby went into the kitchen and returned with a pale scotch and
soda.  Sitting down opposite Dave, he said, "Okay, Dave.  Tell me about it.
Something's bothering you."

	Dave didn't know how to begin.  "Well, yeah.  Its bothering me that
we didn't keep in touch.  Somehow I've been feeling that I let you down in
high school.  I didn't mean not to keep in touch, but somehow I expected
you to begin the process, and when you didn't, I thought maybe you didn't
want anything more to do with me.  Crap!  I'm screwing this up.  But,
anyhow, I decided that it was better late than never."

	Bobby looked out the window, his eyes unfocused, remembering.  "I'm
glad.  I've thought about you a lot.  I guess I thought that maybe if you
wanted me in your life, you'd get in touch.  Funny, isn't it.  But you have
made the move, right?"  He was silent for a few moments.  Then drawing a
deep breath and exhaling, he continued.  "Dave, I've been celibate for
seventeen years, and I don't even know who I was being faithful to.  Suzie
or you.  Maybe both.  I was pretty screwed up when I went to Nebraska.  Not
sure about myself. . . Whether I was 'queer' or not.  I guess maybe I'm
still not sure, but I've come to a better understanding of myself over the
years.  I'd like to get married again, and maybe I will.  I've not had any
desire for other sexual relationships with males.  Since you."  He was
silent for a moment, thinking.  "Except you," he amended.

	Dave was also silent for a few minutes.  "That's where I always
felt I'd let you down.  I let you be the initiator in our relationship, and
you always thought that . . . that I was disgusted by the thought of
performing oral sex because I never made any move in that direction."
Bobby was nodding slightly in assent.  Dave continued, "That wasn't honest.
I thought about it a lot but I guess I just couldn't admit it to myself,
much less you."  Dave found this conversation difficult after eighteen
years, but he pressed on.  "Sometimes . . . often after I had . . . 'jacked
you off' I'd go to the bathroom and lick your semen from my hand."  Dave
felt himself blushing to say these words to someone he hadn't talked to in
so long.

	"Then, after graduation and my dad died, I went to Germany to live
with my brother, Frank, until school started.  I went by ship and landed
and Bremerhaven.  I had been authorized to stay at military transient
housing and take a train to Stuttgart the following day.  I thought I was
the only one there, and then that night I went to the communal shower . .
."  Dave proceeded to tell Bobby the whole history of Joe Harris, Frank,
Doug and, more recently, Jim Bratton.

	Bobby had listened attentively, silently, to Dave's account.  "So,
you mean . . ."

	Dave rose and crossed to Bobby.  "I mean that there's something
unfinished between us."  He knelt before Bobby and removed his shoes from
his feet.  Then he pulled Bobby from the chair, and pulling his golf shirt
from the jeans, stripped it over his head.  Locking eyes with Bobby, he
undid the button of Bobby's jeans and unzipped the fly.  He knelt to strip
them to his ankles and lifted Bobby's foot to indicate that he should step
out of them.  He tossed the jeans aside and, still kneeling, looked eye
level at Bobby's swelling genitals.  He could smell the musky male odor
emanating from the bulging pouch of the jockey briefs.  He grasped the
waist band and slowly pulled downward, revealing light brown pubic hair and
then the swollen tube of pinkish flesh that was the base of Bobby's penis.
He continued to pull and Bobby's erect penis sprung loose.  Quickly, he
removed the briefs and grasping Bobby by the sides of his waist pushed back
into the chair.  He looked into Bobby's eyes.  Then circling the base of
the hard penis with his hand and cupping the testicles with his hand, he
bent his head and touched a wet tongue to the drop of semen standing on the
slit at the tip of Bobby's glans penis.  He heard Bobby inhale sharply, and
he opened his lips to take Bobby's full length into his mouth.  Bobby had
said that he had been celibate for eighteen years, and the long period
without relief was revealed as Dave pressed his tongue to the bulging tube
on the underside of Bobby's penis.  He sucked gently but firmly as he
withdrew and licked the uncovered cockhead in circling motions.  Then as he
began to slide his lips down the throbbing shaft for the second time, he
felt it harden and begin to spasm.  He continued to engulf the penis and
then withdrew to midshaft, massaging urgently with tongue and lips as with
spasmodic jerks, Bobby's cock spewed hot come into his mouth.  He swallowed
avidly and continued to suck and lick after the orgasm was complete until
all vestiges of the ejaculation were gone.  Then he removed his mouth and
looked up at Bobby.  Bobby's eyes were closed and tears were running down
his face.  He wiped his eyes and looked at Dave.

	"I can't tell how much that means.  Not just the orgasm.  That was
great.  But the healing that took place in me with that act.  I've got tell
you, though, that my fantasy of this reunion always had me sucking you.
I'd like to."

	Bobby smiled and stood up.  There was spreading wet spot on the
front of his pants.  "You'll have to wait a little while.  I'm afraid that
I had an orgasm when you did."

	"Good," Bobby said.  "That means that we both need to shower.  We
can do it together."

	Bobby took his strowed clothes upstairs to his bedroom, and Dave
followed.  The bedroom had a high, canopied queen sized bed and furniture
refinished in rich cherry.  The remodeled bath adjoined.  As Dave took off
his shirt, Bobby stepped close and assumed the task of disrobing him.  He
pulled the tee shirt over his head and admired Dave's musculature visually
and tactily, running his hands over his shoulders and chest, down over his
hard, ridged stomach.  He undid the fastener at the waist of his trousers
and unzipped the fly, lingering at the task longer than necessary as the
backs of his fingers brushed Dave's genital pouch.  The trousers, loosened
dropped to the floor and Dave stepped out.  Bobby knelt to remove his shoes
and socks and stood.  Dave looked down and saw that Bobby's cock had
stiffened and was within inches of his own genitals.  He felt a rising of
his penis in response, and Bobby grasped the loose material of semen soaked
boxers and pulled them down.  He took a quick breath as Dave's hardening
penis was unveiled and knelt to complete the removal.  Dave's cock was
slick from the come of his ejaculation and Bobby leaned forward and licked
the male nectar from the aroused member.  Then he opened his lips and
engulfed it in his mouth, grasping Dave's buttocks with the palms of hands.

	"Mmmmm," he moaned as his tongue stroked the swollen head and
underside of the now throbbing shaft.  Dave, put his hands behind Bobby's
head and began to thrust back forth with his pelvis.  Bobby's grasp on his
buttocks became more insistent as he pulled Dave toward him, burying his
nose in Dave's light pubic hair and inhaling the sweet, musky odor.  Dave
continued to thrust, looking down at the hard tube of his flesh moving into
and out of Bobby's lips.  The sight was unbearably erotic and he
simultaneously stiffened and began to flood Bobby's greedily swallowing
mouth with spurting semen.

	After he had finished, Bobby took one last draught of the softening
cock and stood.  Dave embraced him and pressed his lips to Bobby's tasting
his own come as he pushed his tongue past Bobby's lips.

	As Bobby turned and would have led him to bath, Dave stopped him
with his hand and turned him around.  Dave lay him across the queen sized
bed and lay on top of him kissing him with urgent passion.  Bobby's penis
pressed vertically against his belly burned and throbbed on Dave's
midsection.  Moving from his lips down his body kissing and tonguing the
nipples and navel along the way, he slid to his knees beside the bed and
took Bobby's cock into his mouth and moved his head rapidly up and down it.
Bobby's long abstinence had built an unbelievable desire.  He stood and
turned Dave to a sitting position on the floor, his head resting on the
edge of the mattress.  Straddling Dave's body, he bent over the bed,
bringing the head of prick against Dave's lips.  Dave opened his mouth and
moved his tongue as Bobby thrust his length into him.  Bobby began to move
his pelvis back and forth, fucking Dave in the mouth with furious passion.
Dave's head was held stationary against the mattress as he felt himself
possessed.  He had never been so sexually possessed.  He place his hands on
Bobby's buttocks and squeezed and massaged the muscular cheeks.  He dug his
fingers into Bobby's cleft and inserted one index finger knuckle deep into
his posterior opening.  Bobby stiffened and began to move alternately
forward to drive his penis deep into Dave and, at the same time, backward
to take Dave's intruding finger deeper into his anal passage.  His passion
reached its peak as Dave's finger reached the second knuckle and he drove
forward, pressing his pelvis into Dave as he ejaculated yet a second
forceful stream of come into his throat.

	As soon as he finished, he drew Dave to his feet and, seeing Dave's
hard cock, leaned over the bed, his buttocks in the air.  "Fuck me.
Please, fuck me!" he moaned.

	"Have you ever . . ."

	"No.  But hurry and fuck me."

	Dave spit into his hand and rubbed it thickly on to the head of
penis.  He spread Bobby's cleft with his hands and placed the tip of his
cock to the puckered opening and pressed.  He felt the resistance give as
his penis found admittance and pressed harder.

	"Ungh!  Ugh.  Ohohoh.  Yessss.  Ahhhhh.  Yes!" Bobby moaned as
Dave's penis sank deeper.

	After burying half it length in Bobby, Dave began to withdraw and
thrust back and forth gaining deeper penetration with each thrust.
Finally, he was fully enclosed, his pubic hair pressed against the smooth
cheeks of Bobby's ass.  Bobby wiggled his butt, sighing.  Dave began to
move back and forth as Bobby's passage relaxed.  The friction was ecstatic.
Dave reached around and grasped Bobby's cock, hard for the third time in
less than an hour.  He jacked Bobby off as he screwed him from the rear.
The urgency became extreme as he felt his penis harden even more and the
ache of his loins sharpened.  Finally, with a powerful thrust, he
ejaculated.  As Bobby felt the hot rush of semen enter him, he also
climaxed and ejaculated into Dave's hand.

	After awhile, they sat on the floor leaning back on the bed.

	"Boy," Bobby whispered.  "What next?"

	"Well," Dave responded, "have you ever heard of 'soixante-neuf'?"

                                                   * * *

	That night Dave told Bobby about Joe and Frank and Doug and Jon and
Jim and the long-term relationship they had shared and about their covenant
of confidentiality, honesty and carefulness in their relationships.

	"Besides you, they're the only men I've ever had sex with and I
think the same goes for each of them.  If you're willing, I'd like you to
meet them. . . . I'm going to have to tell them about you in any event."

	Bobby thought a couple of minutes, then nodded to himself.  "I'd
like that."


CHAPTER EIGHT

	Joe Harris hung up the phone somewhat pensively.  David had been so
exuberant, he couldn't have been discouraging, even he'd wanted to be.  But
the whole thing did seem to be getting out of hand.  How wide would this
circle become before it would be broken?  First, Frank, then Jon, Dave,
Jim, Doug, and now Billy.  None of them had met Billy yet.  He though Frank
and Jim had been a little shocked when he told them, especially about his
youth.  But, as Frank, had said, "Well, Joe, you're the one who started
this thing.  Who am I to tell you that it's a mistake."  Dave had certainly
been accepting.  Jon and Doug had, too.

	He walked back to the kitchen where Billy was having breakfast with
Liz and helping to feed to Joe, Jr.  That, at least, had worked out well.
Billy had been absolutely discreet in being around Liz.  The explanation
that he was a young college student he'd met at the Georgetown Fieldhouse
and was helping with racquet ball and tennis had been accepted without
question, especially when he told Liz that he'd like babysit for some extra
money.

	Liz was preparing for a trip with Joey Two and Barbara to Barbry's
and Jim's beach house at Virginia Beach, and Billy was making sure that
Joey Two was entertained while Liz got the food for the weekend prepared
and finished packing.  Joe felt his ears get red as he thought about being
Billy after she'd left.  He certainly found his sex life her fulfilling . .
. as fulfilling as sex with a woman could possibly be, but after all, she
couldn't offer what the guy's did . . .  He broke off that line of thought
as he began to gather up things to load in the station wagon.

	After Liz and Joey Two had pulled away, Joe and Billy sat in the
kitchen drinking a cup of coffee.  Joe had told Billy about the other guys,
and Billy had reacted with a mixture of jealousy, interest, a suppressed
and intrigued excitement, and finally with eagerness.

	"Well, Joe, if they're guys you've chosen to be with, they must be
pretty first class men."

	"They are, Billy," Joe said seriously, "but you've got to remember
that you're by far the youngest, and yet, according to our agreement,
they've got to meet you.  Do you think up you're up to it?"

	"I-I don't know.  I think so.  I certainly hope so.  Do you think
they'll accept me?"

	"Yes, I do.  They know how fond of you I am . . . that I, uh, love
you, just as much as do them.  Probably more, right now anyhow.  It even
makes me a little jealous that you'll probably be with them, too."

	Billy was pleased to hear.  He'd thought about being with those
other men and, to tell the truth, the thought excited him.  Especially
Dave.  Joe's experience with Dave had been so similar with his experience
with Billy, and about the same age, too.  He already felt sense of kinship.
But Joe was his first, and he knew that he'd always love him more than
anyone else.

	"If you don't want me to, I won't," he said now.

	"No, that wouldn't work, either.  I'll just have to adjust my
thinking is all.  We've all been through this at one point or another in
our relationship.  The real thing, though, is that we've always avoided
promiscuity, but the group keeps getting larger.  That was Dave that called
a little while ago.  He's been down to the University of Virginia to make
contact with an old friend who teaches at the University of Virginia.  A
guy he had an, uh, 'unfinished' relationship with from back in high school
and who hadn't seen since his folks died and he came to live with Frank in
Germany."

	Billy was intrigued.  "A teacher at UVA?  Did you get his name?
Maybe I know him."

	"Yeah, you might.  Uhmmm.  Robert.  Robert something . . .Williams?
No that's not it.  Wilson.  Robert Wilson.  That's it, I think.  Know him."

	"Uh,uh," Billy said, "but its a big school and we certainly didn't
know everyone."

	"Well, David and Robert are coming over this afternoon.  Seems that
they have also been making up for lost time.  This guy had been Dave's
lover in high school, and Dave had always felt that it was unfinished
because, while Robert had performed fellatio on Dave regularly during the
last two years in high school, Dave had never returned the act, although
he'd come to want to.  Now, apparently, that omission has been rectified."

	Billy smiled understandingly.  He quite approved of Dave and his
faithfulness to his old friend and lover.  It struck the right note with
Billy, and he said so.

	"Yeah, I know what you mean," Joe said.  "In fact, I encouraged it
when Dave told me about it.  I think it was the right and hones thing to
do."

	The silence between them extended as they finished their coffee and
reflected upon their on thoughts of what they'd been talking about.

	Finally, Joe looked over the rim of cup at Billy with his last sip
of coffee.  "It'll be a couple or three hours yet.  You want to go up the
guest room?"  He blushed as bluntly put the question, but Billy was far
from offended.  He smiled and nodded.  They still refused to use Joe's and
Liz's room, a practice and consideration that Billy now fully shared with
Joe.

	They rinsed their cups and put them in sink and started upstairs
casually, but finally Billy began running the last half of the flight and
Joe followed just as quickly.  In the guest room, they flung their clothes
off with abandon and Joe threw the spread and covers back from the bed.
Billy dove in and Joe followed behind.  They locked in a passionate
embraced and began to kiss deeply, their tongues battling with one another
in their excitement.  Joe felt Billy's cock, rampantly erect, pressing
against his pubes and stomach and pulled back from the embrace to look down
at it.

	"Beautiful," he whispered huskily, "you've got a beautiful cock,
Billy."  He began to kiss and lick his way down Billy's body, sucking the
erect projections at the center of the quarter sized brown nipples,
frenching his navel, burying his nose in the sparse pubic growth and
inhaling the faint musky odor of sweat, cum and urine that always seemed to
cling to men's pubes no matter frequent or thorough the washing.  He licked
the hairy growth, hungry for the taste of the scent, as his hand encircled
the virile young cock.  He stroked it up and down slowly, as his lips and
tongue explored Billy's groin.  He kissed, licked and sucked the smooth,
hairless testicles as Billy moaned softly.  Finally, his mouth covered the
engorged, spongy smooth head of the Billy's cock and his lips sank down the
shaft, his tongue working miraculous wonders as the head hit the pressed
against the back of throat and swallowed to open it and allow the throbbing
cock deeper access.

	"Turn around," Billy whispered breathlessly.  As Joe complied, he
felt the hot breath of the younger man's nose and breath against his cock
before wet, eager lips engulfed him.  They sucked each other for about ten
minutes, pausing periodically to delay orgasm.  Finally, they neither could
wait and they simultaneously released heaving spurting jets of hot cum into
each other's throats.

	Joe turned around and placed his head on the pillow beside Billy's,
and they kissed deeply but without urgency as they tasted each other own
cum on the other lips and tongue.  After a while they dozed.

                          * * *

	Joe was the first to awaken at the insistent chiming of the
doorbell.  He sat up and looked at his watch.  Billy roused and looked at
him inquiringly.

	"Didn't realize we'd slept so long, Billy, that must be Dave with
his friend.  I'll go down and let them in, and you come on down after
you've slipped something on.  Don't guess it needs to much, though.  I'll
just pull on a robe."

	Still tying the belt of the oversized terry robe around his waist,
Joe opened the door.  Surely enough, it was Dave and slightly behind him
and to his left a handsome young guy of about Dave's age.  Must be Robert,
he thought.  Seems like I've met him somewhere before, though.

	But before he could search his mind for any past meeting, Dave was
introducing Bobby who was smiling encouragingly but somewhat shyly and
nervously at him.

	"Joe, this Bobby I've told you about, and Bobby this is Joe whom
I've also told you about. . . .  Joe Harris, Bobby Whitman."

	Joe stuck his hand out and was shaking as Bobby stepped over the
threshold of the door.  Then it struck: WHITMAN!  Not Wilson.  Not Whitson,
as he now remembered that he'd thought he head as Dave described the old
relationship.  WHITMAN!  Great God, he thought.  This must be. . .

	Just about that time Billy came skipping down the stairs in a pair
of Joe's old khaki army button-up boxers that Joe had given him from the
old days when they'd been standard issue.

	Dave and Bobby looked around at the sound footsteps on the stair,
and Bobby was the first to react.

	"Will? . . ."

	Billy stopped still on the stair, a look of stunned surprise on his
face.  "Dad? . . ."

	Joe had already rapidly put the whole thing together and could only
stand silently shaking his head with dismay at the perfidy of fate.  But
Dave was vocally confused.

	"Will?  Dad?" he croaked, "What's this.  Bobby is this your son?"

	"Yeah, it is."  Bobby was rapidly beginning to put two and two
together.  Dave had told him about Joe's young college student/lover named
Billy.  He'd never put it together with Will.

	Billy face was crimson, embarrassment and growing defiance vying
for predominance.

	Joe coughed.  "Why don't we all go back to the breakfast room and
have a cup of coffee.  I, uh, think there may be some things we need to
talk about."

	As they headed back to the breakfast room, Billy was also putting
together some of what Joe had told him.  His dad was Dave's old lover.
He'd used to suck Dave's cock when they were in high school, and, now,
apparently, Dave had fulfilled his long urge to re-establish their
relationship on sexually equally footing.  Why, they'd been down at their
house in Charlottesville, sucking each other cock and fucking.  He was
almost indignant until he remembered his own compromise position.

	They were also silent as Joe made another pot of coffee and they
waited for it to drip through the filter.  Then, seated around the table,
Joe spoke first.

	"I know this comes as a shock to you, Robert, uh, Bobby.  I hardly
know what to say or even whether I should say anything.  But I guess
something does need to be said."

	Bobby had been doing his own thinking.  Billy's Joe's lover.  It'd
sunk in.  At first, he felt regret, and then he asked himself how he could
feel regret after all these years that he longed for Dave and finally had
his dreams and longing fulfilled.

	"Will, uh, Billy, what do you think about this.  How do you feel?"
Then, looking, at Joe, "Did you tell him what Dave told you, uh, about us?"
Joe's look of pained assent was enough.  He looked back at Billy.

	"Dad.  I don't know.  I guess I'm kinda confused."  He looked at
Dave.  He looked just like he'd imagined him.  Looked like a real nice guy.
Also looked sort of sexy, he couldn't help noticing.  "I guess I'm glad for
you.  I am glad for you.  You've been alone for so long."  Then after long
pause, "I'm not just glad either.  That's not strong enough.  I'm joyous
for you."

	"And I guess I'm glad for you, too, Will, uh, Billy. . .Only thing
is I did want grandchildren someday."

	"Dad!  This doesn't mean that I've given up the thought of marriage
and family.  At least, I hope it doesn't.  Joe's married and has a child.
So does Dave, doesn't he, two or three.  And Dave's brother, Frank.  And
what about you and my mother and me?"

	Bobby smiled at his son with relief and fondness.  "Okay, then.  No
more on that.  We'll just let events take their course and hope everything
works out as its supposed to."

	Joe felt an obligation to say something.  "Bobby, I just want you
to know, that despite what I'm sure Dave has told you about our first
meeting and what is the obvious relationship with Billy, I'm not child
molester.  After our, uh, first, uh, encounter, which strictly me as the
active participant, by the way.  I stayed strictly away from Billy."

	"That's right, Dad," Billy chimed in quietly but firmly.  "I sought
out Joe.  He wouldn't have anything to do with me until, I'd, uh, had
relations with a woman and still wanted to be with him, uh, sexually."

	"That's okay, Billy, Joe.  I understand.  What can I say?  Billy, I
guess you know about Dave."  Billy nodded acceptingly, without shame or
accusation.  "I guess, as they say, the acorn doesn't fall to far away from
the tree."  He smiled at the old expression.  He never thought he'd use it
in this context.  "Makes you wonder, though, doesn't it?  Whether it's
true?  Whether there is a genetic factor?"

	They all contemplated that thought silently for a few moments.

	"Well, where do we go from here?" Joe asked.

	Bobby had been thinking about that.  He blushed deeply at what he
was about to say.  "Well, Joe, Dave has told me that we're getting together
with the whole group tomorrow at his hunting lodge in Maryland.  I don't
think I'd like to see all this occur in that large a group, the first time.
Would it, uh, be okay with you guys if, uh, you and Billy, uh, had
relations in the same room with Dave and me while we did, too?  If things
are the way they are, that just seems easiest to me."

	All were silent for a few moments, but, to be honest, all were also
intrigued.  Joe and Dave both felt their cocks stir as they contemplated
the possibilities.

	"I guess that seems like a reasonable idea to me," Joe said.
"Billy, okay with you?"

	Billy had been shocked at the suggestion, but despite himself he'd
also felt his testicles draw slightly and his cock stir.  "Yeah, Joe, Dad,
Dave, I think so."

	"Well," Joe said with an odd mixture of resignation and eagerness,
"the guest room has a king-sized bed.  Is that okay?"

                          * * *

	Upstairs, in the guest room, Joe and Billy watched as Dave and
Bobby disrobed.  Billy felt and odd thrill at the thought of seeing his Dad
naked in this setting.  As he and Dave stripped to their underwear, Billy
unbuttoned the old khaki boxers, let them drop to the floor and stepped out
of them.  His cock was half hard, he knew that it would momentarily be
rampant.  Out of the corner of his eye, he say remove the remove his robe.
He, too, was coming to an erection, at the kink in the circumstances.

	Bobby looked up as Billy dropped his shorts and his eyes dropped to
his genitals.  He blushed but determinedly pushed his own briefs to his
ankles and stepped out.

	"Gosh," Billy thought, "he really is built.  Guess all those years
of gymnastics."  Indeed, Bobby's body was beautiful, classic in its
proportions with a large though certainly not monstrous cock.  Billy turned
his attention to Dave.  "He's put together, too.  Not as well as Dad, but
certainly better than most."  He saw that Dave was already fully erect.

	"Well," Bobby said, determinedly eager, "let's get down to it."  He
hadn't been able to keep from looking at his son's nakedness in some
detail.  He felt a mixture of pride and, embarrassingly, lust, as he took
in Billy's striking physique and his attractive cock and balls.

	Joe and Billy entered one side of the king-sized bed and Dave and
Bobby the other.  Joe broke the ice by kissing Billy and reaching for his
cock which, as Billy had known it would be, was now rampantly erect and
throbbing.  Dave and Bobby also began to kiss and to caress each other in
those quiet, secret places that they'd discovered so long ago.  Dave was
the first to take overt action.  He got to his knees between Bobby's spread
thighs and took his cock into his mouth.  Billy watched surreptitiously out
of the corner of his eye even as he took Joe's cock into his own mouth.  At
one point, he looked up into Bobby's eyes as his mouth and lips were
descending and ascending along Joe's saliva slickened shaft.  Bobby's look
had a strange cast to it, even as his pelvis was thrusting into Dave's
eager mouth.  He reached down and urged Dave to turn and they assumed the
soixante-neuf position as they sucked avidly at each other.

	The bed was full of bouncing movement, the smell of sweat and sex
and little moans of encouragement and pleasure as they all pleasured
themselves, driven to fresh heights lust at the thought of father and son
in bed together, each having sex with another male.  Finally, they were all
spent and they lay, four across, side by side.  Billy found himself in the
middle with Bobby.  Their arms and hips touched.  They were quiet as they
calmed from their sexual activity.

	As he recovered his senses and sexual equilibrium, Billy became
increasingly conscious of Bobby's body pressed against his side.  He
glanced down at his father's now flaccid but still swollen penis laying
spent on his hip, the remnants of cum leaking slightly from the opening at
its tip.

	Bobby was not without his own awareness of his son's naked body
pressed against him.  He closed his eyes as he sought to close his mind and
imagination.  Then he felt a touch on his cock and opened his eyes.  Will
was touching his cock!  Not only that back but his cock was becoming erect!
He turned his head and met Will's eyes looking into his without shame or
question but with a fixed determination.  "NO...." his mind and upbringing
screamed, even as his body and his feelings affirmed "YES...!"

	Bobby reached over and grasped Billy's virile young cock, already
at the ready position.  His actions and Billy's conditions stimulated his
own cock to full erection.  They began to stroke one another, Billy
watching his hand move on Bobby and Bobby watching the effect of his
strokes on Billy.

	Suddenly, Billy was on his knees at Bobby's hips.  His head bent,
his mouth opened, and he swallowed Bobby's cock.

	"Hssss!" Bobby breathed at the contact, and he thrust his pelvis
forward to seek the deeper recesses of the eager wet mouth and the
continuation and increase of the action of Billy's tongue.  He reached down
and pulled Billy around to straddle his head, his knees pressed against the
tops of reclining shoulders.  He stared lustfully at his son's cock,
pre-cum beginning to leak from the small red-lipped opening at the tip.
Putting his hands on Billy's buttocks and raising his head, he engulfed the
young eager cock.  They both moaned and rocked as their head moved up and
down and as their hips thrust in wondrous synchronization.

	Meanwhile, Joe and Dave watched solemnly at the union, struck first
the beauty of the older man and his son, then second by the urgings of lust
as their cocks hardened.  They turned to one another and began their ways
with one another.

	Billy and Bobby in were in the throes of sexual ecstasy as they
sucked and face fucked furiously.  Billy was the first to feel the stirring
of erupting cum in his loins.  He thrust deeply into Bobby's mouth as his
cock released strong jets of hot semen into his father's sucking mouth.
Bobby had felt it coming as Billy ceased his in and out thrusting and, with
the last, thrust, was still.  At the first spurt on his tongue, he
ejaculated his own cum into his son's avidly suctioning mouth.  After
they'd sucked each other dry and their tongues had licked up all stray
remnants of one another's cum they relaxed, Billy laying along the length
of the top of Bobby's body, and Bobby's arms around his hips and waist.
They turned their heads and watched as Joe and Dave, also soixante-neuf,
spent themselves into the other's mouth.

	They all lay back breathless and recovering.

	"Now," said Bobby, "I'm ready for anything, I think."

	"Don't worry, Dad, I've got a few other things in mind."

	They laughed together in anticipation and comfortable sexual
companionship.

******************* . . . Finis