Date: Wed, 7 Aug 2002 17:10:21 EDT
From: Draginacht@aol.com
Subject: David's Initiation 12

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real 
people or events is purely coincidental.  The story contains graphic 
descriptions of sex between men. Anyone who is forbidden by law to read such 
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solely for the enjoyment of its readers.

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David's Initiation 12

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Dave walked back to his barracks, changed into his uniform, grabbed a bite to 
eat, and lounged around his room before going to work at 1600 hrs. He didn't 
have much time to reflect on the morning's activities because the day shift 
had left a ton of work for him. There were moments when the work went slack 
and he could think back on his time with Paul. His dick, not completely 
flaccid and still remembering what it felt like to be inside Paul, twitched 
occasionally and leaked a little precum. 

Paul returned to his quarters, fixed a sandwich tried to watch some TV but 
nothing interested him, and tried to read a book. Finally he gave up and d
ecided to go to the office and knock out some unfinished business he had 
ignored at the end of Friday. After struggling for a few hours at the office 
he decided to call it quits because he just couldn't concentrate, his mind 
was on something else. Wonder what it was! As he sat snuggled up to the 
Officer's Club Bar, his elbows on the bar, his hands wrapped around a gin and 
tonic, someone tapped him on his left shoulder.

"Hey, counselor, pretty deep in thought, aren't you?"

"Oh, hi Harvey." Paul responded when he turned around and saw Captain Harvey 
Lewis leaning on the bar next to him. "Nah, just thinking about stuff at the 
office. Let me buy you a drink, what's your poison?"

"That looks good," Harvey said pointing to Paul's gin and tonic, "And I'll 
get the next one." Paul motioned to the barkeep to bring another drink and 
they took a couple of sips. 

"Say, I think I met one of your men this week."

"Oh no! Don't tell me another of my men is in trouble with the law!"

"No, not that bad, I think," Paul chuckled, "I think his name was B... Ba... 
Baker? You got one of those?" Paul was trying to project the idea he hardly 
knew Baker.

"You must mean Dave Baker. You can't have him, he's mine!" Harvey almost 
shouted his last sentence. "Actually he's only mine for the next six weeks."

"Oh, what happens then?"

"Shit! Some dumb recruiter signed him up for only two years and those two 
years are up in about six weeks. Then he's a civilian again."

At the moment Paul was taking sip of his drink and almost gagged. 

"Man, I could use a hundred men like Dave. I'd make general in no time. My 
sergeants think they run the place but if the truth were known, it's Dave 
who's in charge. He's able to make things work and at the same time hoodwink 
the sergeants into thinking they are doing it. I've tried to get him to 
re-up, tried to get him to apply for Officer Training. He just won't do it. 
He's picked up a lot of college credits while he's been here and says he's 
going to go to college next fall, wants to be an architect." Harvey paused. 
"Sorry Paul, didn't mean to bend your ear so hard."

"The Army pays me to listen." Paul looked calm and collected on the outside 
but inside he was getting sick. "You really think a lot of the kid, don't 
you!"

"Yes, I do." Captain Lewis then proceeded to tell Paul about his experiences 
with Dave. He told about the 10K races, the football game, and several other 
things that stood out in his mind. By the time Harvey finished, Paul felt he 
knew Dave rather well, especially considering what he learned earlier that 
morning. "By the way, where did you two meet? He's not in any trouble is he?"

"Oh, no, nothing like that. We met at the gym annex. I made the mistake of 
challenging him on the track and he proceeded to trounce my butt. I wish 
you'd have told me your story sooner, I could have avoided being humiliated."

Harvey had a good laugh at Paul's expense. "Well, Paul, gota run; I owe you 
one next time. Later!" With that, Harvey turned and disappeared out the door.

`Ohhh FUCK!' Paul thought as he turned back around, leaned on the bar and 
signaled the bartender for another round. `This can't be! No sooner do I 
find a really nice, cute guy who rings all my bells and he turns out to be a 
temporary thing. Okay, Paul, THINK!' He sat looking down into his drink, his 
mind almost blank with shock. `NO! I will not give up easily. I have to find 
out if he's the one. And if he is, I'll just... no, WE'LL have to figure out 
a way to make it work. Hold up just a minute! You're jumping to conclusions. 
What if you're not the one for him? What then? And, how do you find out?' A 
plan began to hatch in Paul's mind. He had to get to know Dave better and let 
Dave get to know him. It wouldn't be easy and would require some logistical 
gymnastics but he just might be able to pull it off.



Tuesday, when Dave arrived at the annex Paul wasn't there yet so he went to 
the locker room, changed and headed out the door. Just then he saw Paul 
coming in. Their eyes met and lingered for a moment. Yes, they were still 
drawn to each other. Dave ambled out to the track and took a lot of time 
stretching. Paul came running out of the annex and joined Dave in his 
stretching routine. 

"Let's jog instead of run. That way we can talk."

"Yes, Sir, I like to jog, Sir." Dave was smiling as he tried to pull Paul's 
chain. Paul set the pace and when no one was near he began talking.

"Dave, I won't be able to work out Thursday. Something came up yesterday and 
I decided to wait until today to tell you rather than call." Dave remained 
quiet waiting for Paul to have his say. "I'd like us to get together for the 
weekend, off the Post. Any chance you can get away, do you have to work?"

"I'm not scheduled to work next weekend and I'm sure I can get away."

"Good. A civilian friend has a cabin he'll let me, let us use. It's about an 
hour's drive from here. Interested?"

"Bet your sweet ass I am." Dave replied. "Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to imply..."

"You're right on track, my boy, and I don't mean the one we are running on. 
Now, here's my plan, jump in any time if you see a problem." Paul explained 
his plan.



Friday afternoon Dave left work at 1600 hrs, changed into Levi's and a 
T-shirt, packed a small overnight bag and walked toward the main gate. The 
next bus departed at 1645 hrs and his timing was perfect as, in the distance, 
he watched the bus depart on schedule. He stood in front of the bus stop, 
feet spread, hands on his hips projecting a look of disgust as though he had 
just missed the last bus. At that moment a sports car with the top down 
pulled up next to him and stopped.

"Need a lift to town, Soldier?"

"Oh, thank you, Sir, but I can wait for the next bus."

"Nonsense. Hop in." Paul reached over and unlatched the door.

"Wow, Sir, I've never been in a car as nice as this one. How fast does it go?"

"Don't know, never opened it up." Paul said as Dave placed his small bag 
behind the seat, slid down into the seat and shut the car door. And they were 
away. There wasn't much said for about ten minutes as the car headed toward 
town. Dave felt like he was living some kind of dream. There he was in this 
hot car with a hot driver and they were on their way for a hot weekend --
ALONE! 

Before reaching the city limit, Paul turned off on to a state road headed 
west. It was a typically good, wide, smooth and straight Texas highway and it 
didn't take Paul long to unleash the raw power available at his foot. Dave 
had never gone that fast in his life. He glanced at the speedometer and 
noticed the needle was somewhere past the 120 mph mark and it made his 
insides churn. That was much too fast for his blood and he believed if he 
asked Paul to slow down he would, but the wind noise was too loud to talk 
over. To get Paul's attention he reached across the console, placed his left 
hand on Paul's thigh and slid his fingers between Paul's legs. That got his 
attention! When Dave could see Paul was looking at him out of the corner of 
his right eye, he extended his right hand toward the dash with his fingers 
extended and palm down then pumped his hand up and down, a universal signal 
to slow down. Paul's foot backed off the accelerator and the car decelerated 
until it reached 65 mph and Paul engaged the cruise control. 

Paul smiled at Dave and saw that he was patting his chest with his right hand 
as an indication that the speed was a little too much for his heart but he 
was smiling. Having achieved his goal, Dave started to remove his left hand 
from Paul's thigh but Paul grabbed it and placed it back where it had been, 
then shot a devilish grin at Dave. The drive took them through a few small 
towns and each time Dave tried to retrieve his hand but Paul wouldn't allow 
it. Dave was perhaps overly concerned that someone in one of those towns 
might look inside the car and see him essentially playing with the driver's 
genitals. Paul wasn't the least bit concerned. 

"Single up!" Paul announced as they passed through one town and approached 
the city limit.

"What? What's that mean?"

"It's a Navy term. When a boat moored to the dock is ready to depart, the 
signal is given to `single up', and the crew is supposed to release all 
ropes except one. I've heard it's also a signal for the married men to 
remove their wedding bands." Dave laughed at that one. "But in this car it 
means to get yourself down to one article of clothing." As Paul said that he 
pulled his polo shirt over his head and stuffed it behind his seat. Dave, 
still laughing, followed Paul's lead and pulled his T-shirt off and stuffed 
it behind his seat. Next, Paul removed his shoes and socks and left them on 
the floor, then unbuttoned and unzipped his Levi's. Dave followed suit. With 
the cruise control engaged at 65 mph, Paul worked his Levi's over his hips, 
down his legs and off his feet then stuffed them behind his seat. Again, Dave 
copied Paul's actions so that both men now sat in an open car wearing nothing 
but their underwear, Paul in his CK heather boxer briefs and Dave in his 
ratty old whity-tidy BVD briefs. The state of their arousal would be evident 
to anyone who saw them. 

Before long, Paul turned off onto a county road. It was just as straight and 
smooth but not as wide. Not too far down that road the car slowed and Paul 
turned into what appeared to be a private drive. He drove only about 50 ft. 
until he came to a gate across the road and stopped. He put his shoes back 
on, got out of the car, unlatched the gate and swung it open, got back in the 
car, drove through the gate, stopped the car again, got out, closed and 
latched the gate, got back in the car and started driving again. 

"I'll show you how to do that so that next time you can open and shut the 
gate." That was the first indication Dave had that this might not be a 
one-time event. The thought excited him. As Paul drove up and over a small 
incline, a small house came into view along with an out-building and a small 
lake. (Back home, Dave would call it a large pond but this was Texas.) 

When they reached the house, Paul parked the car under a shade tree, opened 
the door and got out, stripped off his boxer briefs and shouted, "Last one in 
sucks cock!" then he started running toward the lake. Dave had gotten out of 
the car at the same time as Paul but was a little slow on the uptake and fell 
behind in removing his briefs. Running toward the lake, Dave watched Paul run 
out on the short pier and launch his naked body high into the air.

"Yeeeee-haaaaaa!" Paul shouted as he flew through the air and splashed into 
the water. Dave was close behind and followed Paul's example with a shout of 
his own, trying to ensure he did not land on top of Paul when he hit the 
water. The water temperature was perfect, very invigorating. Upon surfacing, 
Dave looked around but Paul was nowhere in sight. Suddenly something grabbed 
his genitals and Paul's head popped up right in front of his face. Paul's 
left hand slid quickly behind Dave's neck and drew him into a quick kiss then 
released him.

"You're it." Paul shouted as he swam toward the bank. Dave was quickly in 
pursuit and followed Paul on shore to another leap off the pier with the 
appropriate accompanying yell. This time Paul waited for Dave, groped and 
kissed him and announced, "I'm it!" Dave was quick to pick up on the game and 
he quickly swam to bank with Paul in hot pursuit. This game of two-man tag 
continued for about 30 minutes until both men-turned-boys tired and collapsed 
on the grass along the bank. 

They looked at each other, still breathing heavily and smiling about what fun 
they were having. Each also took public notice of the other's proud erection 
waiving in the breeze. Finally Paul stood, held his hand out to help Dave up 
and they walked to the house. Paul turned the doorknob and walked right in, 
the house was not locked. 

"Help me open all the windows, will you, Dave?"

"Sure." Dave thought this was awfully strange to be walking around naked as 
though it was perfectly normal but he went around the house opening every 
window he could find. Both men were air-drying without even thinking about 
it. 

"There's one rule here."

"What's that?"

"No clothes. We only dress when we're leaving the area around the house."

"Why's that?"

"So I can watch your body, I'm a lecher." 

The house had only three rooms, the main or living room, which also contained 
a kitchen area, and two bedrooms. Between the bedrooms was an adjoining 
bathroom that could be entered from either side, and it included an oversized 
tub with a shower. 

After Paul opened the windows in one bedroom he grabbed the bed covers, 
pulled them back and tossed them across the room, only a sheet covered the 
mattress. He went to the other bedroom where Dave was struggling with one of 
the windows.

"Here, let me show you." Using the butt of his hand, Paul struck a blow to 
the upper right corner of the window, it slid open with ease. 

"How did you know to do that?" Dave asked in amazement.

"My friend told me." Paul said as he turned, swept Dave up into his arms, 
carried him into the other bedroom, tossed him in the middle of the bed, 
plopped down beside him pulling the two together in a passionate embrace. 
Their cocks, which had lost some of their fervor while the boys opened 
windows, were now at full erection. Both minds were now totally focused on 
one thing. Their lips and hands launched expeditions around each other's 
bodies. They were in no hurry; they had plenty of time. Finally, Paul rolled 
off the bed and walked toward the door.

"Come on, let's get our stuff from the car."

"But I want to stay here next to you." Dave complained.

Paul walked back to the bed, leaned over and kissed Dave. "But we can't go 
any further as long as the protection is out in the car. Let's go." It was 
more like an order than a request. Dave was off the bed in a flash. He was 
quickly getting used to walking around with his pecker waiving proudly in 
front of him. While outside, Paul installed the top and locked the car.

The distraction of retrieving stuff from the car caused their cocks to 
soften. However, back in the house Paul placed his hand on Dave's shoulder 
and both pricks sprang back to full hardness. Back in the bedroom Paul pulled 
an unopened box of condoms from his bag and placed it on the night table. 
Dave read the label and couldn't resist asking, "This says there are two 
dozen condoms. You think that will be enough?"

Paul thought for a moment, "If it isn't, we'll set medical history," and 
they laughed.

They each crawled onto the bed from opposite sides and met in the middle, 
they continued where they left off. This time Paul wanted to enjoy Dave in a 
way he hadn't been able to the previous Saturday, he wanted to go more 
slowly, more patiently and try for a higher level of satisfaction. The last 
time he had been so excited and in such a hurry he let things happen too 
quickly. This time he would concentrate on controlling his orgasm so that, 
hopefully, they could climax together. Based on their first experience, Paul 
surmised that Dave had better control than he did so he intended to try to 
equalize things.

Paul rolled Dave onto his back with him on top. He began kissing, licking and 
tasting Dave about his head, his eyes, his neck, his chest, each nipple, and 
continued working his way toward the prize. When Paul reached Dave's crotch 
he bypassed the real prize and began licking Dave's scrotal sack then sucking 
each testicle into his mouth and treating it tenderly with his tongue. Dave 
was beginning to moan and twist. When Paul noticed a pearl of precum about to 
roll off the tip of Dave's cock he immediately licked it up with his tongue 
and slid his lips over Dave's crown. He heard Dave make a hissing sound, a 
sound of intense pleasure. Paul quickly engulfed Dave but this was only the 
beginning of the beginning, not the beginning of the end. Very quickly Paul 
grabbed a condom, removed the foil, rolled the condom down Dave's cock and 
moved into position above Dave's waist. It all happened so quickly that Dave 
just lay quietly, wondering what Paul was doing. Of course it didn't take 
long for him to figure it out. Next, Paul grabbed the tube of lube, squirted 
some on Dave's member, then squirted some on his fingers and shoved them into 
his anus. His hole remembered the last time it had received Dave and was 
anxious for another visit. 

"It might be a good idea if you'd steady yourself, Dave, so I don't bend 
you." Paul advised. Dave reached between his legs and held his stiff pole in 
the ready position. Paul lowered his hips until he made contact and could 
determine exactly where Dave's pole was. In a matter of seconds he 
repositioned so that Dave's instrument was pressing against the entrance to 
his anal cavity. Paul stared deep into Dave's eyes as he began to lower his 
hips and apply pressure. There was no hesitation, Dave's cock slid smoothly 
inside, past Paul's ring, and Paul kept on sliding until he rested on Dave's 
pubic bone. With Dave's cock deeply imbedded in his ass he paused.

"One thing, Dave, out here there's nobody closer than two miles so we don't 
have to be quiet. If you ever wanted to yell and scream, this is the time." 
Dave smiled and nodded in agreement.

No further adjustment was needed so Paul began to raise and lower his body at 
a slow, deliberate speed, watching Dave's face the whole time. 

Paul liked this position because it placed him in charge; he didn't have to 
relinquish control to Dave. Also, it allowed him to observe whether and to 
what degree he was pleasuring Dave and better judge when he was approaching 
orgasm. After a few minutes, Paul stopped on an up-stroke with his sphincter 
secured firmly around the base of Dave's helmet. Dave had been watching Paul 
intently and really enjoyed watching his 7.5 inches of rigid flesh disappear 
inside Paul then reappear. When Paul stopped, Dave looked up into his eyes.

"Fuck me, Soldier." It was a request, a serious request.

"Yes, Sir, fuck you, Sir." Dave placed his hands on the top of Paul's thighs 
and used his arms to give him more leverage, control and power then slowly 
lifted his hips and drove his tool up into the wonderful man above him. As he 
did so, he made contact with Paul's prostate and Paul threw his head back, 
opened his mouth and gasped. Dave set up a good rhythm and soon both men were 
moaning and gasping, sweat dripping from their bodies. 

"Paul, I'm about ready!" Dave announced breathlessly several minutes later.

"Me too, go for it, stud," Paul gasped. Dave accelerated his thrusting and 
wrapped his right hand around Paul cock and stroked it. Paul's cock head was 
so sensitive he erupted almost immediately. "AHHH... AHH...ahyee... ohhh... hahhh!" 
Paul yelled at the top of his lungs and a rope of cum shot from the tip on 
his cock spraying all over Dave, the bed and Paul. 

Paul's sphincter clamping hard around Dave's cock triggered Dave's climax. 
"GAHHH... Gohhh... hmmnngg... gahhh!" This was the first time Dave had ever let go 
with a real primal expression of the intensity of his orgasm and it seemed to 
increase the intensity of his climax beyond any previous experience. 

Both men seemed stunned by the force of their mutual orgasms, neither moved 
for over a minute. Paul was the first to recover and when he looked down at 
Dave lying beneath him he saw a beautiful youth in the recovery stages of a 
massive orgasm and he looked so damned good. Paul was sure he felt something 
tugging at his heart. He felt Dave's cock softening and knew it would soon 
slip from inside his body so he leaned over and stretched out beside his 
lover. Dave's eyes opened.

"Hi, stud soldier," Paul greeted.

"Uh... wha... oh, hi yourself," Dave replied blinking his eyes several times 
trying to focus on the face next to him. Paul leaned in and kissed Dave 
gently on the lips. 

"You sure make a lot of noise when you cum, did you know that?" Paul said.

"Oh, I seem to recall hearing a lot of noise coming from someone else in the 
room," Dave replied with a groggy smile.

Paul repositioned himself more comfortably next to Dave. He rolled Dave 
against him so Dave's head was resting on his right shoulder. Dave's right 
arm lay across his chest with the right hand covering his left nipple. Dave's 
right leg lay across his right leg with Dave's right knee resting between his 
legs and nestled up into his groin. They couldn't get much closer. With his 
right hand, Paul lovingly stroked Dave's back. 

Dave realized he was sinking fast. He glanced around the room and noticed how 
the leaves on the tree outside the window filtered the late afternoon 
sunlight creating a soft dappled effect in the room, somewhat like an 
impressionist painting. Then he snuggled closer to Paul, kissed his right 
pectoral, tasted Paul's body, smelled his scent and slowly drifted into 
sleep. Paul could feel the weight of Dave's body increase as it relaxed 
against him. He listened as Dave's breathing slowed and deepened. 

`What have I done to deserve this? Just look at this young man I hold in my 
arms. He is so beautiful; do I deserve him? He is a paradox though. On one 
hand he melts to my touch, he is so innocent, so loving, so intelligent, so 
honest, so vulnerable, so... so... God I don't know what to say; he just makes 
me feel so good. On the other hand he seem to know exactly what to do 
sexually, like he has lots of experience. There is a lot I need to find out 
about Dave.' Paul leaned over and gently kissed Dave on his forehead then he 
lay quietly, enjoying their closeness and trying to make sense of the 
thoughts going through his head. He was much too excited to sleep.

After about twenty minutes Dave began to stir. He opened one eye and saw Paul 
looking at him. He closed his eye and kissed Paul's chest then his lips found 
Paul's nipple and he sucked it between his lips.

"Oh, no, no, enough of that for now, my little stud soldier. Do you know what 
a mess we are?"

Dave opened his eyes and briefly examined both of them. "It's your fault, 
Sir," he said with a grin. "It's your cum."

Paul gave Dave a squeeze and released him. "Come on, let's get cleaned up and 
fix something for dinner." Paul rolled out of the bed and headed for the 
bathroom to relieve his bladder. Paul showered first and while Dave showered, 
Paul grabbed a couple of steaks from the refrigerator, started the charcoal 
outside, and had a couple of beers waiting when Dave joined him in the 
kitchen area. 

"Think you can nuke a couple of potatoes?" Paul asked.

"Nuking potatoes is one of my specialties. Anything else I can do?"

"Yeah, set the table while I burn these steaks."

The meal came together quite quickly and they sat at the table eating 
quietly, their knees maintaining constant contact as they glanced back and 
forth seductively. It still seemed odd to Dave to be sitting at a table 
eating without a stitch of clothing on. But he couldn't deny it was exciting. 
The sun had set and the sky was a dark blue when they sat down to eat and now 
it was completely dark outside. The lighting inside the house was very dim 
and it created a very romantic atmosphere. Paul washed the dishes and Dave 
dried; Paul instructed Dave where to place the dishes in the cabinets. When 
the dishes were finished Paul went to the bedroom, picked up a large blanket, 
turned off all the lights, took Dave by the hand and led him outside. About 
thirty feet from the house Paul spread the blanked on the ground and they sat 
down on it. 

"Now lay down and look at the stars." Paul suggested as he took hold of 
Dave's hand. The moon was not yet up and the stars illuminated the sky from 
horizon to horizon. With no artificial light to interfere, the sky seemed to 
close in around them.

"Sure are a lot of stars up there, I don't think I ever looked at them like 
this." Dave commented. 

Paul remained silent. After about three minutes he heard Dave gasp. "You see 
it don't you."

"WOW!" Dave exclaimed quietly, breathlessly. "Awesome! It's like... it's like 
I'm floating among the stars. Man... if I weren't already religious, this 
would do it for me. Why haven't I ever seen this before?"

"You've never been in Texas with me before," Paul stated arrogantly.

"You Texans like to keep this a secret don't you!"

"I never told you I was from Texas."

"Didn't have to. People know it the minute you open your mouth and talk."

"Well you're not exactly a paragon of perfect speech yourself, Mr. 
South-in-the-mouth." Both men laughed heartily. 

After about twenty minutes of watching the stars, Paul sat up. "Let's go back 
in the house for a while. We need to talk."

"This sounds serious," Dave replied.

"There are some things I want to talk about and there are too many distractio
ns out here." Paul replied. "We'll come back out later."

They returned to the house but did not turn on any lights. Paul sat down on 
the old worn out sofa and pulled Dave down next to him. Dave drew his legs up 
onto the sofa and leaned in against Paul. `What bliss!' each man thought. 
Dave's hand gravitated to Paul's penis.

"Aah, aah, aah! Not right now, I need to concentrate. We'll get to that 
later, I promise." 

"Damn, you ARE serious." Dave responded as he drew his hand back.

"Dave, there's a lot we haven't talked about and I have some things I want... 
need to say that I've never said before so bear with me while I work my way 
through it. Okay?" 

"Yeah, I'm with you."

"I really should start by telling you I like you... a lot... a whole lot. And 
that's why I think we should talk. Hope that doesn't scare you away." Paul 
paused, waiting for a reply.

"No, not at all."

"Good. Let's do a few of the basics first. I'm 24 years old; I'll be 25 in 
August. And you?"

"I'm 19, I'll be 20 in June." 

"Well, we're both adults and I don't think four years is a big age 
difference. What do you think?"

"Damn, I've been makin it with an old fart."

"Dave, please. This isn't easy, help me out here." 

"Sorry, you're right. No, I don't think four years is a big deal; I'm 
comfortable with that."

"I'm sure you also realize that what we have been doing is pretty risky 
behavior as long as we are in the Army. We could both be in a lot of 
trouble if anyone found out."

"I know," Dave said sadly. 

"Well, now that we've found each other I'm not inclined to put a lid on it." 
Paul paused, waiting for Dave to respond. 

"Nor I!"

"Good. I think I should tell you a few things about me so you have some basis 
for an opinion. I don't remember when I knew I was gay but I finally admitted 
it to myself when I was 16 years old, a junior in high school. It really 
bothered me and I wanted to talk to someone about it so I decided to tell my 
best friend. We knew each other since we were 3 years old; we grew up 
together. We always did everything together and I thought if I could tell 
anyone I could tell him. Well, he dumped me, just dumped me. It hurt like 
hell. Then about two months later he caught up with me on the tennis court 
and apologized. He said he was sorry, that he had overreacted, and that he 
had been miserable not being with me. He wanted to be friends again but he 
wasn't gay. I told him I didn't expect him to be gay, I just wanted him to 
be my friend. 

"The summer between my junior and senior year I got a job as a counselor at a 
youth camp. About the second week another, older counselor started getting 
friendly and we seemed to hit it off. One evening we were sitting in our 
cabin talking after the kiddies were asleep and out of the blue he asked me 
if I was gay. Once I got over the shock of his question I admitted I was and 
asked him how he knew. Then he shocked me again by telling me he was gay too 
and he said he knew because of his `gaydar'. I asked him what that was and 
he said that Gays send out signals, often unknowingly, and once you get to 
know gays you can sometimes pick up those signals on your gay radar. Well, to 
make a long story short, he took me under his wing and spread my wings all 
summer long. He taught me a lot and that's when I learned my preference was 
to be on the bottom. He also taught me, no, preached to me about always using 
protection. I always have.

"Art, he's my best friend I just talked about, anyway, we both went to the 
same university, pledged the same fraternity, and were roommates for four 
years. During our sophomore year Art wanted to know what being gay was all 
about. To him I seemed just like any other normal guy. When I tried to 
explain it to him he wanted me to show him. We fooled around and I think I 
went a little too far. I probably answered questions he didn't want to ask. 
Anyway, I deeply regret what we did. I apologized and Art said he was okay 
with it and not to worry. Still, I've never gotten over the feeling that our 
relationship was damaged. We're still very close friends and I love him 
dearly. 

"During my junior year in college I had a brief affair with a guy who was one 
year older. It lasted about three weeks but it was... I suppose `empty' is the 
right word that describes it. Art and I went to law school together but I 
lived alone because he got married to an absolutely stunning, wonderful 
woman. He honored me by making me his best man. I made one more attempt at an 
affair while at law school but that guy had an agenda that was pretty kinky 
so I split. Upon graduation, the Army made an offer that sounded too good to 
pass up so I took it. Art passed the bar exam the first time around with 
almost a perfect score, he is really brilliant, and some high powered law 
firm in Dallas snarfed him up. I passed the bar on the second try and that's 
when the Army came after me with an offer. 

"So! I've been with four men until we met. I've always used protection and I 
got tested four months ago, results negative. 

"Oh yes, my parents are still living and I have a sister, two years younger. 
And my family knows I'm gay. My mother and my sister handled it okay but Dad 
is still struggling with it. He really wants a grandson to carry the family 
name. 

"There, I'm finished. Did I raise any questions in your mind? Ask me 
anything, I promise to tell the truth."

The room was quiet for several minutes. Paul knew Dave was not asleep because 
he was gently stroking Paul's arm, which was around Dave's shoulder and 
across his chest in a comfortable hold. 

"My turn I guess." Dave finally spoke up. "I have an older sister whom I 
dearly love, she's two years older. I realized I was gay just after I turned 
13 years old. My sister guessed my secret when I was 14, almost 15. She made 
me promise to never have sex without using a condom, and I never have. My 
parents are still living but they don't know about me. I haven't figured out 
how or when to tell them. The summer between my freshman and sophomore year 
of high school I worked on construction and got to know a guy from my school, 
Danny. He was a year ahead of me so I let him lead and he took me where I 
wanted to go. We fooled around some but nothing serious. We worked 
construction again the next year and toward the end of the summer we got 
assigned to work on a special construction project and that gave us a chance 
to spend four nights in a motel together unsupervised. Danny came up with 
some porno magazines that showed just about everything guys can do with each 
other and we tried them all -- several times. I quickly found out I didn't 
much care for having someone up inside me but that seemed to be exactly what 
Danny wanted so everything turned out okay. Danny and I got together only a 
few more times after that but we eventually drifted apart. When he graduated 
from high school he enlisted in the Navy and we still write to each other. We 
are still good friends. 

"The night of my senior prom my date practically begged me to masturbate her 
while she jacked me off. I kind of knew it was going to happen so I read a 
lot and my sister gave me some hints. Well, I managed to give her three 
orgasms and she had to go down on me to get me off. I hoped that would be the 
end of it but after the senior prom she dragged me into a bedroom and 
practically raped me. I kept telling myself all I had to do was tell her I 
was gay and it would be all over. I didn't have the guts. I was able to 
complete the act after getting her off three or four times. It was horrible. 
Three weeks later I joined the Army and here I am. 

"Was I sending off signals when you saw me in the weight room; did your 
gaydar identify me?"

"Hell, I don't know, Dave, my loins were in such heavy lust for you I'm not 
sure my gaydar was working. I think I began to suspect it when you caught me 
looking up the legs of your shorts and instead of dropping the barbell back 
on me you gave me a half smile."

"Yeah, I guess I did do that didn't I."

"And you actually fucked a girl? I'm impressed. And four orgasms too. What a 
stud!"

"Please! Don't make it into something it wasn't. It almost made me sick to 
my stomach."

"Okay, it's history," Paul agreed then changed the subject. "Look! I won't 
pretend to know where this will lead. I do know I want to be with you. Sex 
with you is great but I feel a lot more for you. I like the person you are. 
You don't take any shit off me and that's kind of refreshing, keeps me on my 
toes. There's another thing, and I want you to be totally honest on this, 
there's a matter of finances, money. It's obvious you don't have much of it 
and I have a lot of it. There may be times when I may want us to do something 
together and you won't be able to afford it. Do you think you could accept my 
paying for things without it bothering you?"

"How do you know I don't have much money?" Dave was toying with Paul.

"Well, for one I know the Army pays you starvation wages and for another you 
wear the rattiest old underwear I've ever seen." 

"So, you like looking at my skivvies, do you?" Dave teased as he poked his 
thumb between Paul's ribs and got a loud giggle. "Seriously? To answer your 
question, I don't know. I think I can understand where you're coming from; 
if you have to wait until I can afford to pay for something it will probably 
put a big crimp in a lot of things you like to do." Dave paused for a moment 
before continuing. "I don't want to feel like a kept man, a boy toy. So if 
you don't try to buy me a lot of personal gifts -- like new underwear -- I can 
probably live with that. I'll try not to be so sensitive to it, I guess."

"That sounds like a good compromise," Paul replied, "and I promise to try to 
watch myself and not shower you with gifts. There's one more thing I forgot. 
I have about a year and eight months before I finish my obligation to the 
Army. After that I'll be free to be who I am." Paul wanted to hear Dave 
confirm when he was getting out and hoped this bit of information would 
elicit the correct response. 

(Croak) Dave tried to speak but his throat locked up on him. He suddenly 
realized his time in Paul's arms was limited and his emotions surged through 
his body. Paul felt him shudder. He cleared his throat and tried again.

"Six weeks." Dave spoke so faintly Paul almost couldn't hear him. "My tour is 
up in six weeks." He managed to get out as he began gasping for air then 
willed himself to calm down.

Silence prevailed for several minutes. Paul finally spoke.

"So, we have six weeks to figure out just what kind of relationship we have. 
After that... we'll have to figure out how we're going handle it. One step at 
a time." Dave could see that Paul's approach was a positive one; there might 
be a light at the end of the tunnel. And he brightened up. Silence settled 
over them again.

"Hey, I no longer need to concentrate," Paul said quietly in Dave's ear. He 
felt Dave's hand slide up his leg and grasp his balls then Dave stood up 
still holding onto his prize.

"Let's go back outside," Dave suggested.

"I see... when ya got'em by the balls their hearts and minds will follow, 
huh?" They both laughed and laughter was the proper medicine. 

Returning to the blanket, they lay on their backs looking up at the stars. 
After a few minutes Paul rolled over and kissed Dave affectionately on the 
lips. It was gentle, not teeth grinding, and lasted for a couple of minutes. 
At the same time Paul's hand found Dave's erection and began to stroke it. 
Paul began kissing his way down Dave's body stimulating all the appropriate 
erogenous zones while at the same time swinging his hips around to make his 
toys more accessible to Dave. They pleasured each other slowly and tenderly. 
They enjoyed each other for what seemed like a long time. Paul was the first 
to blow and Dave wasn't far behind. They finished the evening with deep 
kisses mixing and sharing each other's cum that they had saved for that 
purpose. After a while they picked up the blanket and went into the house and 
to bed.