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Farewell, Uncle Ho

by Dennis Milholland

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Chapter 18 (Sun., Dec 25)

On the morning of Christmas Day, I awoke under the heavy feather bed, intertwined with the three others. Bat was hugging my back and Marv, my front. The contrast was driving me wild, setting my teeth on edge and making my pecker twitch. I had to roll over to get fur in the back and silky smooth skin in front. No, I had to either get up or fuck one or both of them. Then it dawned on me that Marv was, or at least his butt was, still a virgin.

I got some Crisco from the can, which was now parked permanently beside my bed, and dived under the cover. I finally found the fur-covered hole and was playing with it, and was about to insert a finger, when: "What the Fuck?" caused me to contemplate retreat. Marv was definitely awake.

When he threw back the huge featherbed, there I was, between his legs with a finger full of Crisco, tickling his asshole. What could I say, other than: "Mele Kalikimaka, Marv."?

As with Bat's almost ex-wife, Marv proved to be no stranger to the most nonsensical rhetorical question, ever. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Uh," I pretended to be just waking up. "well, it, uh, pretty much looks like I was, uh, about to stick, uhm, a finger up your, uh, ass, doesn't it?"

By this time, both Lon and Bat were wide awake and snickering at us. It was Lon's voice that was encouraging Marv to let me continue: "Go on, you'll love it."

"God damn it," Marv was somewhere between angry and relenting. "get the Fuck off me." He pleaded for help from Bat.

Bat laughed, getting between me and Marv and on top of him. "Only, if you let me fuck you."

Since I still had a finger full of Crisco and no intention of letting it go to waste, and Bat's butt was now exposed, in it went. Of course, my idea was to put my dick in him, but before I could maneuver into position, he'd stuck Marv's dick in.

The look of surprise on Marv was priceless. The slightly pained look on Bat prompted me to tell him: "Take a deep breath and cough three times." Again, a timely tip from the two Moroccans.

He did, and his face relaxed into pleasure. "Thanks, Ben."

They were looking for a rhythm, but could only go for a couple of strokes without getting confused and out of sync. Again, I delved into my treasure chest of Moroccan wisdom. "Marv, stop pumping." His glare was telling me to back off. "And Bat, clench your butt muscles." He tried but I could tell that he wasn't getting it. "Contract the muscles like when you stop pissing."

I could tell by the grin on Marv that it was working. "Hold it and rise up 'til you get almost to the end of Marv's cock." He did, and they were both grinning. "Now, relax the muscle and push back down, 'til you hit Marv's pubes." This was accompanied by a gasp from Marv and a shiver from Bat. "Okay, go ahead and repeat it, slowly at first, then you can gain speed." They both nodded. "And remember, this isn't a frantic race to the finish; it's an art form of pleasure."

They learned quickly, relying mainly on natural instinct. Love, like theirs, provided the willingness and the drive to care for the other's happiness. And sex is one of the nicest ways known to us to cultivate togetherness.

Lon whispered into my ear that he wanted me to do to him what Marv was doing to his dad. "Are you sure?" was my somewhat astounded response, since he had always been the active one from the beginning.

I took him by the hand across the landing and into the bathroom. The difference in temperature gave us a slight chill, which made our nipples go erect as opposed to our dicks. "Can we go back, and do it in the bedroom?"

"Yeah," I nodded, thinking it was the cold. "we just need to get you cleaned out, first."

He agreed with a smile and then told me his reason for wanting to fuck in the room. "I want my dad to see it."

"Okay," I drew out the word to indicate that I was interested as to why. When he didn't immediately get it, I added: "for any particular reason?"

"Hmm," he chuckled. "I want Dad to know that I'm available."

I don't know why, but this stung to the quick. After Lon's reaction to my meeting Liang's bodyguard, I'd just assumed that Lon was staking a claim. Of course, Bat and Marv were part of the family, but this just came as an unpleasant surprise. And of course, I didn't let my face reveal anything. I would be, after all, leaving for the Army in sixteen days.

We'd just got the water and glycerin into Lon, when we heard a very loud orgasm from the other room. This was then followed by another one, this time probably Bat's, because the deepness of the voice and the blasphemous expletive used were uniquely his.

We were ready to go back to the bedroom, when Marv and Bat arrived, ready for a shower and breakfast. They were discussing their investment options for the profits coming from Sunset Park.

Lon looked as if he'd just been jilted. I took him by the hand to go fuck in the bedroom. He acted as if I were forcing myself on him. "Not now, damn it." were his words as he turned to go downstairs to his own room.

For no apparent reason, the song, Mr. Lonely, by Bobby Vinton ripped through my consciousness: 'Now, I'm a soldier, a lonely soldier, away from home, through no wish of my own…'. I took a deep breath, and got dressed. Like in the song, I wondered how long it would take for everyone here to forget me.

***

It stopped snowing sometime in the afternoon of Christmas Day. We were snowed in, and I asked if anybody had an opinion on if and how this would affect my induction. Marv didn't think it would because the roads to Fort Dix would be cleared by the tenth, and the busses the Army chartered were equipped for winter weather. No one else had any idea. Nor, did I get the feeling that either of them cared, one way or the other.

Basically, we were sitting around, staring at one another and/or at the fire. We were all tense about being cooped up, even if it had only been for a day. The atmosphere was getting claustrophobic, until Bat suggested that we go use the sauna in the basement.

Come to find out, the sauna was the old-fashioned kind that had to be heated with a wood fire as opposed to the one at the gym, which used electricity. Bat and I went to build the fire, while the others stayed upstairs.

"You're quiet, today." he remarked out of the blue.

"Yeah," I admitted, and then asked point blank. "could I use you as my next of kin, when I report for duty?"

"Of course." He split a small log with the hand axe he kept in the basement. "The idea of going into the Army getting you down?"

"Naw, I've come to grips with it." I wadded up some of the newspaper pages as starter and put it into the oven under the rocks. "Just have this funny feeling, that I won't be coming back."

Bat sank the sharp blade his hand axe into the chopping block and picked up the pieces of wood off the floor. "Any reason in particular?"

I shook my head to signal that it was only a feeling. I watched him take the old coffee can of kitchen matches from his workbench. "It's just that my parents have managed to make a quick, clean break, and I was just wondering how long it's going to take for everyone else to forget me."

When the oven was ablaze, he closed the door to the fire chamber and opened the air vents. "Everyone who goes off to war thinks that." He replaced the coffee can and came over to me outside the door to the small sauna room, which he closed. His embrace wasn't his usual bone crusher but a gentle one; he kissed me tenderly on the neck. "We're not going to forget you, Baby Boy. And your parents are being total shits."

"I kinda think that Dad is pissed off," I kept my arms around Bat, just because it felt so fucking good. "since I'm actually going to go, rather than pissing off to Canada or back to France."

"Did William say as much?" Bat was now rubbing my back with the one huge paw and cradling the back of my head with his other.

"No, but he did make a point of telling me that we have connections in Vancouver." I rested my chin on his shoulder, once I'd stopped talking.

"What do you think you should do?" The question was not weighted in any direction. He was just asking my opinion.

"I have no idea." I buried my head in his muscled neck. After a long moment, I came up for air. "On the one hand, I don't want anything to do with anybody's military. Had I grown up in France, I would have been drafted four years ago to kill Algerians. But I grew up in the US, so I'm being drafted to kill Vietnamese."

He held me tighter, when I started to shake. Then after a while: "Where does your allegiance lie?"

"Nowhere." I almost couldn't get the one word out. I felt just short of an emotional breakdown. Bat patted and rubbed my back gently, until I could talk again. "I've never felt anything for this country. It's a place where we had to live in a ghetto. Bernice's mother is still a citizen of Cuba, for Fuck's sake. She had a double whammy against her: Chinese and Cuban." I chuckled. "I still have to laugh at the thought of her yelling at the television in Spanish, when Castro was speaking to the United Nations, and then translating it into Chinese for granddad."

"And France?" Bat asked in a low voice, still holding me tight but not suffocating me.

My spontaneous laugh was sarcastic. "They're the assholes who gave us the Declaration of the Rights of Man and of the Citizen in 1789 and then proceeded to go out and colonize the world. I mean, Napoleon Bonaparte was just as bad as Hitler, and the country has never recovered."

Bat held me at arm's length. "Do you think that you would ever live there?"

"If I ever did, it would be because homosexuality hasn't been a criminal offense for over a hundred and seventy years. But I would still have to get this military bullshit behind me, first." I reached up to wipe my eyes, but Bat kissed the tears away.

Lon was standing at the top of the stairs with a look of hatred, glaring directly at me. He came down the stairs deliberately, one step at a time and turned on his father. "What do I have to do to get you to pay this kind of attention to me?" His embittered face slowly focused on me. "You know, Ben, I really do hope that you fucking die in Vietnam."

He landed on the floor next to the chopping block more than likely before he felt the impact of his father's open hand. But before Lon even stood up, he had the axe in his hand and was looking at me while trying to get up.

I knew that I had to get to him before he got to me. Again he fell to the ground when my shoe made contact to his left shoulder. And again, as I had with Marv a few nights ago, I projected in a loud, deep bark: "Put that fucking hatchet down, asshole!"

Only after he started to bawl fiercely did I feel safe enough to pry the axe out of his hand and put it out of his reach. I opened the door and pitched it into the sauna room, hoping it would soon be too hot to touch.