Date: Thu, 5 Sep 2002 17:48:24 EDT
From: Draginacht@aol.com
Subject: David's Initiation 15

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people or events is purely coincidental.  The story contains graphic
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solely for the enjoyment of its readers.

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David's Initiation 15

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Paul closed the door to his apartment, turned around, surveyed his assigned
territory and sank into loneliness. He had become so enthralled with Dave
that he forgot how lonely his life was without the young, attractive, and
intelligently playful man at his side. The two of them certainly seemed to
bond over the weekend. It surprised Paul although he assumed that someday he
would want to find one person he could love for the rest of his life and he
was seriously beginning to wonder if Dave could be that man. Was it only the
sex? He didn't think so, although sex was undoubtedly great between them.
Dave had six weeks to go. That really meant only five weekends and Paul
committed himself to not waste one minute of that time. He began making plans.

Dave stepped off of the bus and began walking to the Post Office to check
Saturday's mail. As he walked he felt different. He felt stronger. He felt
more secure in who he was. He knew he had turned a corner in his life and he
would not go back. The time with Paul had been so much fun and Paul was such
a good person. He marveled at how he had been able to drop his defenses and
permit himself to be whom he really was when he was with Paul, no more being
on guard to protect his true self. The entire weekend had been one large
release for him.

Dave found two letters waiting for him, one from Kate and another from Dan.
He stuffed them in his pocket and hurried off to his room where he could sit
down and read them in comfort. He checked his watch and determined he could
make the 11:00 chapel if he hurried but decided to go later when he would
have the place to himself.

Arriving at his room, Dave found his roommates were gone. Dave, Miguel, Chuck
and Kevin had decided to room together when they became friends after their
first marathon. The Captain even helped them arrange it. Chuck was already
gone; his tour ended at the end of April. Kevin still had almost two years
left on his tour and was already thinking of re-enlisting. Miguel would
finish his tour near the end of October. That meant that there were now only
three men assigned to the room that was intended to house four. Dave hoped no
new man would be assigned until after he left because the extra space was
nice.

Dave's friends were just that - friends. They all joked around with each
other, played tricks on each other, and generally got along quite well.
Nudity was ever present but it had never bothered Dave because he was
committed from the beginning of his tour to, as he told Dan, keep certain
thoughts "in cold storage." Never the less, he knew exactly what each man
looked like without his clothes on and that included all their private parts.
But they were his friends and that is all he ever wanted.

Dave sat down and opened Kate's letter first. It was a report on where they
were now living and the adjustments they were making in their lives. John had
initially been drafted in the first round by a west-coast team but then
immediately traded to one closer to the middle of the country. The boys were
doing great and growing like weeds. Kate had included several pictures and
Dave sat staring at them for some time before pinning them, along with many
others, to the bulletin board beside his bed. Next he opened Dan's letter.

"Yo Dave.
I done fell into the briar patch. This damned old Navy just assigned me to a
place called Treasure Island. It's an island between Oakland and San
Francisco. The only way to reach it by car is from an exit on the Bay Bridge.
Looks like I'll be here until I finish my hitch. Let me tell you, the
nightlife in Frisco is beyond belief. If you ever get the chance to visit,
I'll really show you a wham bang time. There's a place called the Tenderloin
District you have to see to believe. I can't promise how often I'll be able
to write cause there is so much fun to do here. You know what I mean?
Write soon, Dan."

Dave reread Dan's letter a second time before folding it and placing it in
the drawer where he kept all his letters. Dan's letter caused him concern and
he wasn't exactly sure why. After removing his dirty clothes from his
overnight bag and dumping them in his laundry bag he left the room and headed
for the chow hall for lunch before it closed.

When Dave walked in to the chow hall he noticed Miguel just sitting down at
one of the tables. Miguel waved to him and Dave waived back then proceeded to
get a tray and some food. As he went through the line he glanced back across
the room and noticed Miguel was looking at him but immediately redirected his
eyes to another direction. Dave didn't think anything of it at that time.
After getting his food Dave sat down across the table from Miguel.

"Missed ya, where ya been?"

Dave instantly realized that there was now another part of the equation he
had not anticipated -- finding an excuse for his absence he could tell his
roommates.

"Ah... I ran into an old family friend and we spent the weekend bummin around
town. You been okay?" Dave tried to shift attention back on to Miguel.

"Yeah, I went to a movie last night and..." Success! Miguel took off on a
discussion about his activities and let his question about Dave's absence
slide. Apparently Miguel was satisfied with Dave's brief explanation.

After lunch, Dave walked to the Chapel, went inside and sat down in a pew; he
had the place to himself. He sat quietly for a several minutes just
reflecting on the quietness and solitude and how comfortable it made him
feel. Then he bowed his head and prayed.

`Dear Lord, thank you for giving me strength and so many things to be
thankful for. You have blessed me with two wonderful parents, a loving sister
and all her family, especially her two boys, a good friend in Danny, and now
a new happiness has entered my life. For my mother and father I ask that you c
ontinue to watch over them and bring them good health, happiness and safety.
Also, please help them have strength, patience and understanding when the day
comes that I tell them about their son. As for my sister Kate, John and the
boys, please give them your love and keep them safe. They are a wonderful
people who love you dearly. Dear Lord, please look after Danny. He troubles
me. He is in such need of protection and especially your guidance. Now I am
going to add one more request to my growing list and hope you can find room
in your heart for it. There is a new person in my life and I think he may
become very important as time goes by. I believe he is a very good person and
I pray for his soul. Thank you dear Lord for all your bounty. In thy name I
pray. Amen.'

Dave sat still for several more minutes. He lifted his eyes to the crucifix
above the far end of the sanctuary and felt a calmness settle over him. He
felt at peace with himself for the first time in a long time.


As Dave approach the Annex he could see that Paul's Boxster was parked nearby
and figured he was already inside. Paul wasn't in the locker room so Dave
changed hurriedly and almost ran to the track. Paul was stretching as he
obviously waited for his friend to arrive. Dave went through some quick,
perfunctory stretching exercises, announced he was ready and they started to
jog.

"You been okay?" Paul asked; it was obviously an expression of true interest.

"Yeah, you?"

"Missed ya." Paul said while wishing he could take Dave in his arms and kiss
him right there on the track.

`Funny, that's what Miguel said.' Dave thought. "Yeah, me too." he replied
as they picked up their speed. He wanted to feel Paul hold him.

"You free next weekend?"

"I'm free to you any time, Sir." Dave said with an impish grin.

"Behave yourself, Corporal, or I'll attack you right here and get us both in
trouble."

"Sir, Yes, Sir." Dave laughed. "I'd love another weekend, Paul."

Hearing Dave address him as `Paul', told him Dave was being totally honest
and serious.

"Good. Would you be interested in driving two and a half hours to the city to
go to a concert? Last year's winner of the Van Cliburn Competition is going
to play Rach-3." Now this was another test. Paul was fishing for just how
deep Dave's knowledge and interest in the arts went.

"Rachmaninoff's Piano Concerto No. 3? You've got to be kidding. Man, I've
always wanted to hear that performed live. You're on!"

"Great. I figure if we leave here Friday after work and drive into the city
we could do dinner... and other things, then Saturday we could catch the
matinee performance. That would leave us free for other entertainment that
evening then we could come back here Sunday morning. Whata ya think?"

"I sure like the `other things' you mentioned." Dave grinned.

"Can't you get your mind out of the gutter for five minutes?"

Hey, you're the one that mentioned `other things', not me."

"Okay, you win. Now, how about the rest of the schedule?"

"What do I have to wear? If it's a formal event, I don't have the wardrobe
for that."

"That's one reason I thought a Saturday matinee would be best; it'll be much
less formal. Dark pants, a white shirt and a tie will do the trick. How much
of that you got?"

"I'll have to get a shirt at the PX; I need one anyway. I have some dark
pants but I don't have a tie."

"I have plenty so I'll loan you one, okay?" Paul would have been happy to buy
Dave a tuxedo, or even a white shirt, but he understood Dave's need to care
for himself. Dave's independence was at issue.

"Sounds like we have a plan." Dave would be happy to wear one of Paul's ties;
it was something that had been close to Paul's body.

They talked some more about their trip and worked out how to link up after
work.

"If we're done with that I have little problem that surfaced Sunday that I
could use your input on." Dave changed the subject.

"Okay, shoot."

"When I ran into one of my roommates, Miguel Sanchez, Sunday afternoon he
wanted to know where I'd been all weekend. I told him I ran into an old
family friend and we spent the weekend bumming around town. I think he
swallowed that story but I can't be absolutely sure. You got any ideas?"

"Actually, that was good thinking, Dave. Let's try to make that work for as
long as we can. If anyone asks, we can say our families go way back. Since I
just arrived on the Post a short time ago it might make sense."


During the rest of the week every time he and Miguel were near each other
Dave was certain he caught Miguel staring at him. He had never noticed that
before. Dave worked at expanding his peripheral vision so he could follow
Miguel's eyes without actually looking at him. Sure enough, Miguel's eyes
followed Dave's every move. A couple of times Dave would look directly at him
and smile and each time Miguel would turn his head and look at something
else. Dave wondered if something was up.


Friday arrived and Dave was jittery all day. "You okay, Dave?" Miguel asked.

"Yeah, sure, why wouldn't I be?" Dave answered. "It's TGIF time."

After work Dave went to his room, changed into a knit pullover shirt and
slacks and picked up the overnight bag he packed that morning before going to
work. He walked to the bus stop and this time got there before the bus
departed. He didn't know any of the people on the bus and was sure none of
them knew him; he began to feel more comfortable. Stepping off the bus in
town he walked down the street to his left about ten yards then turned right
and headed down an alley. At the end of the alley he entered the stairwell of
a three-level parking garage. Exiting the stairwell at the second level he
saw Paul's Boxster parked immediately to his right. He walked to the car,
raised the lid and dumped his bag inside, opened the car door and slid into
the passenger seat. As he closed the car door, Dave felt Paul's hand behind
his neck pulling him toward the middle. Dave turned his head and Paul's lips
were all over him.

"Ummmm. I've been waiting all week for that." Paul said softly as he
continued to kiss Dave's face, nose, eyes, ears, neck and anything else he
could make contact with. The windows on the Boxster were heavily tinted and
it was unlikely anyone could see in unless they were standing directly in
front of the car and looking through the front window. Dave knew that but he
was still nervous.

"Me too, but let's get out of here before we do any more of that."

"Party pooper," Paul responded with a laugh as he started the car. He drove
the car out of the garage and pointed it toward the Interstate.

As Paul accelerated the Boxster up the entrance ramp to the Interstate, Dave
began to relax. In a matter of seconds they were careening down the highway
and Dave noticed the needle rapidly passing 95 MPH. He placed his left hand
on Paul's right upper thigh and smiled at his buddy. Paul's right foot let
up on the accelerator and he engaged the cruise control as the car
decelerated through 75 MPH. Even at that speed other traffic passed them like
they were parked.

Paul turned the radio on, country-western of course, and they settled down
for a long drive. After about fifteen minutes Dave's fingers began to act up
by rubbing up and down the fly of Paul's pants. He could feel Paul respond to
his caresses.

"Dave... what are you doing?" It was more of a rhetorical question because Paul
knew exactly what Dave was doing. At that moment Dave's fingers found the
zipper to Paul's pants and he unzipped it.

"I'm looking for something I lost last Sunday." He had a mischievous grin on
his face. At that moment Paul's cock popped out of his pants and Dave's
fingers wrapped around it.

"Oh damn..." Paul exclaimed as he sucked air into his lungs, "you're going to
get us killed.

"You just keep your eyes on the road and focus on keeping the car there too."
Dave instructed as he leaned over and slid the head of Dave's penis between
his lips.

"Oh shit, oh shit... Dave... oh my god... oh my god!" He was already leaking precu
m and his climax was building rapidly. Just like at the ranch, the surprise
blowjob seemed to accelerate him toward orgasm. Dave managed to get his right
hand into Paul's pants so he could squeeze his nuts. "Ohhh shit, Dave, I'm
gonna cum. Ohhh, ahhh, oh damn you. Shit. Ah." Paul finally exhaled; he was
completely relaxed. Dave swallowed all of Paul's juice, cleaned him up,
placed him neatly back inside his pants and zipped them up. Then he leaned
over and kissed him on the cheek.

"Think you can make it to the city now?" Dave asked with a chuckle.

"Man, I guess there's a first time for everything and that was definitely a
first. Wow! Yeah, I might be able to make now." Paul laughed.

Not too far down the Interstate Paul noticed a sign that read "REST STOP." He
pulled off at the exit.

"How come we're stopping here?"

"I need to piss, okay?"

"Yeah, you want me to escort you?"

"Don't do anything you don't want to do. Remember, that's our motto."

Both men went to the restroom and on the way back Paul handed the keys to
Dave. "Here, do me a favor and drive, I could use a rest."

"You want me to drive this?" Dave exclaimed with astonishment. He was really
excited at the prospect of driving such a hot car.

"Yeah, don't you think you can do it?" It was almost like Paul was
questioning his manhood.

"Well yeah, but... I've never driven anything like this before."

"Well, now's your chance."

Dave walked around to the driver's side, cautiously opened the door and slid
behind the wheel. He was definitely nervous and it showed.

"There's nothing to worry about, it drives the same as all other four-wheeled
vehicles." Paul was trying to help build Dave's confidence.

"No it doesn't, this thing is awesome!"

"Just start the engine and I'll talk you through it."

Dave turned the key and the engine roared to life. He was no stranger to a
stick shift; he drove lots of then while working construction. In short order
Paul talked him out of the Rest Stop and back out onto the Interstate. Dave
quickly accelerated to about 60 MPH and then slowly worked his way up to 70
MPH. Paul showed him how to engage the cruise control and they settled down
to continue the trip.

After about 30 minutes Dave felt Paul's hand on his right thigh. Then the
hand slid between his legs and started to rub around his crotch.

"You fucker! You set me up, didn't you!" Dave was smiling. "This is payback,
isn't it!"

"Like I told you last weekend at the ranch, what's good for the gander is
good for the gander. Besides, I need to check your gear shift." By this time
Paul had Dave's cock outside his pants and totally accessible. As Paul bent
down toward his target Dave added one more comment.

"I might wreck your car."

"No you won't, you like it too much." With that last comment Paul's warm,
moist, velvety mouth closed over Dave's knob and devoured as much of the
shaft as possible. Although Dave had initially objected to Paul's actions, he
shifted his position to give Paul better access and his entire instrument was
soon completely engulfed by his lover's mouth and throat. For all of Dave's
endurance he didn't last long under these circumstances.

After swallowing Dave's juices, cleaning him up and returning him securely
into his pants, Paul settled back for a brief nap. As they approached the
city Dave poked Paul in his ribs.

"Wake up, sleepyhead, I think you need to drive from here on. I have no idea
where I'm going."

"Okay." Paul responded as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Just pull off onto
the shoulder and we'll trade places."

When they arrived at the hotel, Paul parked in the garage under the hotel. He
planned to leave the car there because it was more secure and they would
either walk or use taxies to get around. As Paul went to the front desk to
check in, Dave looked around the very opulent lobby; he had never been in any
hotel this expensive before. Dave saw Paul signaling for him to join him and
they walked to the elevators. Paul gave Dave a room key, a plastic card, and
Dave watched how it worked when they got to the room.

Once inside the room the two men dropped their bags and were instantly in
each other's arms. Yes, they were both hard and yes they were more than ready
for action but more than that, they wanted to hold each other. Each man
wanted to feel the other in his arms.

"I'm hungry, how bout you?" Paul asked.

"Starved." Dave replied. "I know we just `ate' but I'd like something that
will stick to my ribs."

"The hotel restaurant is good if that's okay with you. Then we can get back
up here even faster."

"Sounds good, I'm ready."

The men washed their hands and straightened their clothing and would have
combed their hair if it had been long enough for that, then left for the
restaurant. After being seated and handed the menus, Dave just about croaked
when he saw the prices.

"Paul, this certainly isn't McDonald's, is it! Maybe we ought to look for
some place cheaper."

Paul looked up from the menu and leaned toward Dave. They were sitting around
the corner of the table instead of opposite each other so they could rub
knees. Under the table, Paul placed his hand on Dave's thigh and spoke softly.

"Remember our discussion? This is one of those times when you are with me and
I'm picking up the tab. Please don't feel uncomfortable about it. I'm not
trying to impress you and I know I can't buy you, you're here of your own
free will. Perhaps you can look on this as a learning experience -- how the
rich live." He leaned forward a little more with a questioning face.

Dave thought for a moment. "Okay, you're right. What do you recommend?" he
asked as he looked at the menu and at the same time placed his hand on top of
Paul's and squeezed it.

Paul sat back up as they smiled at each other. "I recommend the king salmon.
It's grilled and served with a mustard dill sauce. It's my favorite."

Dinner was delicious and Dave thought the salmon was terrific. The elevator
was painfully slow as it took them back to their room. Once inside, they
quickly stripped and were on the bed in each other's arms. They were in NO
hurry. The little activity in the car on the drive to the city had tempered
their ardor and their lovemaking now proceeded at a patient pace, each man
intent on pleasing the other for as long as possible.

Lying face to face, arms and legs entwined, they shared the post-coital eup
horia and quietly stroked each other, never quite getting enough tactile
satisfaction. When Paul noticed that Dave was beginning to appear drowsy he
suggested they shower and get a good night's sleep. The large shower was a
real treat. Each soaped and scrubbed the other tenderly and lovingly, which
brought each to another erection but neither had the energy to do anything
about them.

They slept late Saturday morning; late, that is, for two Army guys used to an
early schedule. Upon waking they made love again. This time, after a good
night's sleep and at peek energy level, they were much more athletic. Later,
as they lay in their favorite position with Dave leaned up against Paul and
his right leg between Paul's legs, Paul heard a rumble in Dave's stomach.

"Hungry, are we?" He asked.

"Yeah, I guess I must be if my stomach is complaining."

"Breakfast or lunch? I'll call room service."

"Isn't that going to be expens..." Dave stopped in mid-sentence when he saw
Paul giving him that look that said `Haven't we already discussed this?'
"Breakfast. My mother always says it is the most important meal of the day."
Dave promised himself that would be the last time he would comment on how
much things cost. Paul was an adult and didn't need his input on how to spend
his own money.

"Why don't you head for the shower while I call for breakfast. Then I'll
join you. Whata you want to eat?"

"Okay, order whatever you want, I'll eat it." Dave responded as he bounded
out of bed and walked toward the bathroom.

They spent a long time in the shower and were quite clean when they finished.
They dried each other and put on the soft terrycloth robes furnished by the
hotel and that is how they were dressed when room service delivered
breakfast. The server set up the small, round dining table that sat in front
of the large glass window and Dave noticed Paul slip a few bills in the young
man's hand as he walked through the door.

"You think he knows what we've been doing?" Dave asked.

"It doesn't matter. It's none of his business. Although... I'll bet he knows;
I'm sure he's seen everything if he's worked here for very long. Just try
not to let it bother you. We pay this hotel to provide a service, not to pass
judgement on our activities." Paul bent over and briefly kissed Dave who was
already sitting at the table.

By the time breakfast was finished it was time to begin thinking about
getting ready to go to the symphony. They dressed and Paul handed Dave a silk
rep tie that went remarkably well with his white shirt and navy blue slacks.
They walked out to the front of the hotel and Paul handed the Doorman some
money and in a matter of seconds a taxi pulled up and the Doorman stood
holding the car door open.

The taxi dropped them right in front of the concert hall. Dave was almost
overwhelmed by the massive appearance of the place. He marveled at how thick
the carpet was and the crystal chandeliers were quite impressive. The concert
was an experience Dave would not soon forget. It seemed like he was in a
dream world. He always wandered what it would be like to see a performance
like this.

Following the concert Paul and Dave agreed to walk back to the hotel; it
wasn't all that far and the exercise would do them good. Arriving in the
room, Dave wrapped his arms around Paul and thanked him with a kiss. Their
embrace continued for several minutes until Paul broke the kiss.

"It's getting close to dinner time and seein's how we skipped lunch, I'm
hungry again, how bout you?"

"Yeah, we gonna eat here again?"

"Let's go out; I know a few other places we will enjoy. But let's get out of
these ties and change to more casual shirts, the slacks are fine." After both
men put on Polo shirts they left the room and went to the hotel entrance
where Paul handed more money to another young Doorman and another taxi pulled
up. Paul gave the driver an address and the taxi began moving down the
street. About thirty minutes later the taxi stopped in front of an office
type building but it had a sign in front that said it was a restaurant-night
club.

Once inside, a waiter seated them in a small alcove that had all the
appearances of being a romantic hideaway. Dave was seated next to Paul and
they could hold hands without being seen. Dave was a little surprised when
Paul took his hand and held it on top of the table. Then Paul leaned over and
kissed him full on the mouth, Paul's hand was behind his head pressing their
lips together firmly. Dave was getting nervous.

"Should we be doing that in public?" Dave asked when Dave released him from
the kiss.

"Look around and tell me what you see." Dave scanned the room and noticed
that most of the diners seemed to be same sex couples. "Yes, it's okay, this
is a gay restaurant. And later we'll go into the night club where we can
dance and watch a floor show."

"Oh my god! This is soooo cool. I don't know what to say. This is so
exciting."

"Glad you like it. I'm tired of hiding. I want to be able to express my
affection without feeling threatened or embarrassed. We're gonna let our hair
down..." Paul placed his hand on top of Dave's head and slid it over the short
military stubble, "in a manner of speaking."

The meal was simple, steak and baked potatoes, and Paul ordered some red wine
that Dave thought tasted pretty good. Dave was a little puzzled at how he
never seemed to get asked for an ID before he was served alcoholic beverages.
Maybe it was because he was with Paul. Maybe it was the kind of places Paul
was taking him, he couldn't say. And he wasn't about to press the issue.

After dinner they moved up to the second floor of the building. People were
sitting around at small tables; some were standing, while others were
dancing. About half of the patrons were smoking cigarettes but it didn't
bother Dave or Paul. The first thing they did was rush to the dance floor and
fall into each other's arms. Dave, ever observant, took a clue from other
dancers and began kissing Paul as they swayed back and forth trying to avoid
stepping on each other's feet. When their feet began to tire they found a
table, sat down and ordered drinks. While they sat watching everyone else
having fun the lights flickered and the stage began to come to life.

Any attempt to describe the floorshow would not do it justice. There were
male strippers, drag queens and even some simulated sex between nude dancers.
Paul explained to Dave that this was the early show and the performers were
holding back for the late show that didn't start until after midnight. Maybe
someday they might come back for the later, wilder version.

When the show was over the two men left the nightclub, hailed a cab and
returned to their hotel room. Still turned on by the evening's stimulating
activities, they attacked each other in some of the most passionate sex they
had experienced to date.

Sunday morning Paul awoke to the feel of a condom being rolled slowly down
his dick. And before he could make any comment Dave was impaling himself on
Paul's appendage. They repeated the scene from the previous weekend at the
ranch. Realizing he was going to shoot long before Dave, Paul again captured
Dave's cock between his lips and made love to it. Both orgasms built swiftly
and just as Paul was about to shoot, Dave released a volley of cum into his
mouth. Paul's own convulsions took control of his body and he was forced to
release Dave and lie back on the bed while driving his prick deep into his
lover. The rest of Dave's seed splattered all over Paul's chest and belly.
Having satisfied their lust, they lay quietly pressed against each other. The
body contact following sex seemed to be almost as rewarding as sex itself. It
was certainly more restful and comforting.

They showered, dressed, got in the car and left the hotel for the Post. Dave
remembered that when they arrived Friday he saw an IHOP on the outskirts of
town and he suggested he buy breakfast there.

Paul dropped Dave off at the usual spot for him to find his way back to the
Post on the bus. Again, he told Dave how much he hated leaving him there.

They got back too late for chapel or lunch but Dave checked his mail before
going to his room.

"Been out with your friend again?" Miguel asked.

"Yeah. We went into the city to see the sights." Dave sat down on his bed and
began reading the letter from his parents. Miguel read Dave's body language
to mean he wanted to be alone for a while so Miguel went down the hall to the
lounge. Paul found him there a few minutes later and they went outside to
throw a football. Soon several other men joined them and a full-fledged game
erupted. Dave soon forgot that his ass hurt a little.