Date: Fri, 2 Jan 2004 12:21:10 -0700
From: JimmyC <zot@cableone.net>
Subject: Military: Coming Home - part 2

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The following story is a writing of fiction. Anything following that
resembles similar experiences is a complete coincidence. Most places
described are real. Take it for what it is, Fun!

The following stories also might depict intimate encounters between men. If
this offends you, please don't read any further.

======================/end Boring Disclaimer & Stuff======================

Coming Home - Part 2
By: Jimmy C

I'd talked to Jake once since we'd both arrived in Boise. I was returning
home, he was visiting family while on leave. He'd called me on my cell and
we chatted for a little bit about how he was doing, his family, the
military but he avoided the subject that was weighing on both our minds. He
said he would call again, but it had been a week and I figured he had
already gone home.

Over the two weeks after getting back from our trip many fantasies were
developed about him. Most all started when we were on the plane during that
first fleeting kiss. I'd wrap my arms around him in my fantasies and pull
him closer, parting his lips with my tongue, feeling his pulse jump as he
met my tongue with his. He'd start pressing harder against me as his cock
rubbed against my body through his jeans. His hands racing all over my body
as he feverishly tried to explore every part of my body like there was no
tomorrow. My hands sliding under his shirt touching his hot skin. His
muscles flexing and quivering to another man's touch. His hands reaching up
and grabbing my head, pulling my face away from his, then back for more.

HONK ... HONK...

I snapped back to reality. My friend sitting in the passenger seat just
looked at me and pointed to the street light. It was green. Somehow I'd
lost myself in another fantasy of the boy. It was becoming almost an
obsession. I stepped on the gas, and continued on our way.

The streets were light up with the street lights and other lights from the
buildings. The streets were also packed with cars. Everyone usually does
what they call "The Cruise" every Saturday night. They drive around a few
city blocks over and over and over again. Some have cars worth showing off;
some just need to be totaled. I pulled into the left hand lane and slowly
moved along with the traffic.

"Busy tonight `eh!" Mike said with out looking away from the windows. He's
a people watcher, just like me. He works out regularly and has a great
build, he loves wearing shirts one size too small, they almost looked
painted on. He's about 5'10" tall, 180 pounds, brown hair, light brown eyes
and a smile that could stop any woman on the street. He'd used it many
times to his advantage, sometimes going home with more than one
girl. That's why he liked The Balcony, a lot of straight women went there
to dance but most the guys are gay. He acts as their savior, dances with
them, buys them drinks and takes them home.

He was rite though, it was a busy night. Everyone was out in their cars
driving The Cruise. We didn't have far to go though, the parking garage was
just down the street. After fighting the stop-and-go traffic for another
few minutes we were there. I pulled in and drove up to the ticket machine
grabbed our parking ticket and parked.

Inside The Balcony wasn't too busy; then again it was only 10:30 in the
evening. This place doesn't pick up until around midnight. I made my way
back to the restroom, walked up to one of the urinals and took a leak. It
felt like I'd been holding it in for a while. I shivered as I finished up,
shook my dick and put it back into my pants. I washed my hands, checked
myself in the mirror then went back out to join Mike.

11:30 rolled around, it was starting to pick up. More people were showing
up and starting their night. The DJ was playing some good music, good
enough to keep people on the dance floor. The only drawback to The Balcony
is that the resident DJ sucks ass. But, being the only dance club in Boise
to play techno & trance, everyone just deals with it. Tonight was an
exception though, he was actually playing some good music, it had me
tapping my foot to the beat and moving my body. I could tell it wouldn't
take long to get me out on the dance floor.

I don't really know how it happened, but Mike grabbed my arm and drug me
out to the dance floor. Usually that means he found some girl that he wants
to dance with but needs a reason to bump into her to start up his smooth
talk and 'let's fuck' smile. It didn't take him long to bump into her, and
just like always he was dancing way too close to her. I knew at that moment
I was taking a taxi home. I didn't bother waiting for him to sheepishly
walk up to me and ask for the keys. I danced up behind him with the keys in
hand, wrapped my free hand around him, pulled him close, moved my hips in
motion with his and slid my hand with the keys into his pocket. He didn't
resist and actually reached up and grabbed my hand.

The 3 of us danced there together for a few more songs, taking turns
switching who was in the middle. Eventually I made my way to the middle
with him behind me and this beautiful girl in front of me. Dancing so close
to people tends to get me aroused, but she didn't care, she even seemed to
like the idea that a gay guy was grinding his hard dick into her. I was too
preoccupied at the moment to care because Mike was doing the same thing to
me. One of his hands grasping my chest tight, clawing almost, and his other
hand moving from the girls leg back to mine, slowly moving higher up our
thighs until he moved his hand in between me and the girl. He rubbed her
front side from her tits to her belly button then did the same to me but
not stopping at the belly button. His hand made its way down to my crotch
and rubbed against my cock. He pulled me tighter to him as he ground his
hips into my backside, at the same time grabbing the bulge in my pants that
was my dick. He knew what he was doing, he wasn't drunk. The girl moved
from in front of me around to in back of Mike, I took my chances and turned
to face him. He grinned as he grabbed my hips and pulled our dicks
together. I reached up and grabbed his head, pulled it along side mine and
asked "What do you think you're doing?"

"Nothing..." he said back and sucked on my earlobe, dragging his teeth
along it as he let go.

I pushed back away from him and shook my head. "You're a straight boy, I'm
not for you" I laughed, turned away and continued dancing. As much as I
wanted to drag him out to the car and finish what he had started I knew he
was just playing around. He had his girl for the night, he had the car
keys, and he was getting laid.

I danced a while longer by myself. I didn't really try to keep track of the
time. All I knew was that Mike was gone and so was my car. Nothing else
really mattered though. The music was surprisingly good and I was
dancing. Two more songs rolled by and the third one caught my ear and made
me smile, it was The Boys of Summer.

I turned around to move to the center of the dance floor and bumped into
someone almost head on. "Sorry dude..." I said as I kept walking without
looking up.

"Jim..." he shouted over the music.

My heart stopped, I knew that voice. I turned back taking a good look at
everyone around me, looking for that face that I'd memorized. A bright
strobe flashed in front of me and there he was. I didn't know what to say,
but instinct took over as I took a step toward him and gave him a big
hug. He accepted the hug and squeezed back tight. "How ya doin bigguy?" I
asked over the music.

"Doin good, I told ya I'd check this place out some time." He'd backed away
a little with a big smile.

"Dude, you gotta dance with me to this song, and then we can chat." I
grabbed his arm and took him to the middle of the dance floor with me. He
tried to resist a little bit, but I looked back and grinned at him, he gave
in and followed me.

We danced near each other, I didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable, I
had an idea he still wasn't sure about himself yet. In my mind I was
singing and dancing to him, for him, even though he didn't know it. He was
doing his best straight boy dance in front of me, I couldn't help but
chuckle and just smile. The song ended and rolled into another one. I moved
closer to him and leaned in, "You need something to drink?" I asked.

"Sure!" he said, flashing me a smile.

I lead the way off the dance floor towards the bar. The bartender asked
what we wanted, Jake gave his order, and I gave mine. I paid for the drinks
and motioned for Jake to follow. We moved outside and sat at an open table.

"I thought you'd gone home already." I said.

"No, still here for a few more days, if I can handle the family that much
longer." He said with a nervous chuckle.

"Like I told ya a while back, there's always an empty bed or a couch you
can come crash on if you need it. No one sleeps on them." I offered again,
knowing he'd turn it down.

He just sat there and looked at me, not smiling, just looking intently. I
sat back in my chair like he was in his, moved my feet around a little bit
and left my leg so it was up against his under the table. His face changed
a bit, but relaxed after the shock went away. "I'm not ... gay..." He said.

"I kinda figured that out." I said, and smiled. "You don't need to be
worried about it, I'm not gonna freak out or anything."

He shook his head, "I'm not gay... but I think about you a lot." He hung
his head.

I sat there, stunned. I didn't know what to say.

He must have noticed. He put his hands on his knees and pushed himself up
from the chair. "I'll see you around I guess. I'm sorry." He said, and
started to walk away.

With out thinking I reached up and grabbed his hand to stop him from
walking away. He stopped and turned back. I stood up and walked closer to
him, put my head beside his and whispered in his ear "You don't have
anything to be sorry for Jake." I squeezed his hand tighter "I've thought a
lot about you too." I released my grip, but he didn't.

He backed up about a half step and looked into my eyes. "Don't lie to me
Jim" his eyes searched mine, "You can't lie to me, please." His eyes were
begging.

"I won't." I said with out speaking. I felt his grip tighten on my hand, so
I squeezed back.

He turned his head towards mine and stared me down. He leaned in and
pressed his lips to mine. This time I wasn't going to let him escape with
just that. I pressed my lips back into his, opened my mouth a little bit
and sucked on his lip. I could feel his tongue gently reaching out,
exploring. I met his tongue with mine and gently caressed it. He stopped
being gentle and kissed deep. His hand had made its way to my head, and was
holding me tight.

I thought to myself `he kisses like a straight boy.' And smiled to
myself. I broke off the kiss by pushing against his chest. The look on his
face told me he wanted more. He'd opened the box a little bit and peeked
in, he wanted to open it all the way. "Slow down bigguy." I said with a
smile. I grabbed his hand and walked him back inside to the dance floor. We
still had time to dance a few more songs before close.

We made our way to the dance floor and I started dancing to him. He seemed
a little confused as to why he was out there, the look that most straight
boys get when their girlfriends drag them out onto the dance floor in a gay
club. I moved closer to him, put my hands on his sides and continued
swaying to the music. He followed, still nervous and lost.

"What's wrong?" I said over the music.

"I've never danced with a guy before. I don't know how to dance with a
guy." He said and hung his head.

I was almost beginning to like that look, but I spoke up and said "Dance
with me like you would dance with a girl. There's nothing different, it's
just more fun to dance with me!" I winked and grinned.

He laughed and relaxed a little bit. He slowly pulled me closer to him and
I followed his rhythm. He wrapped his arm around my back, letting it fall
to the belt-line of my pants. His other hand stayed at my waist. I let one
hand rest on his waist, but the other one gently rubbed his chest. He
pulled closer and put his head beside mine and said "Thanks Jim." With that
he let his head rest on my shoulder.

I turned my head and kissed him on the cheek. His body tensed a little bit
but relaxed. "You're welcome bigguy" I said.

We danced close for a while longer letting two songs play their way out. We
moved away from each other a few times but found our ways back into each
others arms. I was enjoying having him dancing with me. He seemed to be
enjoying having me in his arms as well. We passed a few little kisses back
and forth as we danced close to eachother, keeping our faces as close as we
could with out touching then stealing a little kiss every now and then. I
could tell he wanted more, but I wasn't ready to give more yet. I didn't
now if I could give more

Last Call came before we wanted it to, and not too soon after that the
closing came. The music stopped, the lights came on and people started
making their way to the doors.

"How'd you get here?" I asked

"I rode with friends, but they're down the street at a different bar." He
said.

"Are you meeting back up with them?"

"I was planning on a taxi home." He said

"Same here." I said, and nodded my head towards the door. He followed. On
the way downstairs I asked him what part of town he was staying in. Come to
find out our places aren't too far apart. We decided to share a taxi for
the night. We found one, and let the driver know that we were hitting two
different spots, the driver didn't mind. Me and Jake took the back seat.

I looked over at Jake and watched him for a bit, staring out the window at
the world outside. I stretched and let my hand fall into the center seat
between us and sat back in the seat. I looked out the window and watched
the world too. I heard Jake yawn and looked over at him, he just smiled
back and scratched his head. I looked back out the window. A few seconds
later I felt his hand settle down in the middle seat next to mine. I kept
my head to the window and moved my hand closer to his and rubbed his
fingers. Instead of pulling away, he spread his fingers a little and locked
our hands together, rubbing the top of my hand with his fingers.

I looked over at him. He was still looking out the window. I pulled my hand
away from his and he looked over at me. I smiled at him and slid my hand
under his so our palms were together. He smiled, closed his eyes and leaned
back in his seat. I could feel his strong fingers rubbing mine, his hand
slowly moving over mine, slowly exploring.

A couple of minutes later we rounded a corner onto the street that he was
staying at. Our hands hadn't left each other's. He squeezed my hand and I
looked over. "Jim..." he said quietly.

I looked over to him, "Yeah?" I said just as quiet

"Can I..." he stopped himself.

"Jake..." I whispered to him

"Huh?" he said and cocked his head a little bit.

"Yes." I told him and squeezed his hand back.

"Really?" he said with a shake in his voice.

"Yeah." I shot him a smile.

The taxi stopped in front of the address Jake had given at the beginning of
the trip. "Stop one." The driver said back to us.

"Let's go to stop two please." I said to the driver

"Yes sir." He said back to us. He put the taxi in drive and started driving
again.


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