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Farewell, Uncle Ho

by Dennis Milholland

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Chapter 35 (Saturday, Jan. 14^th to Sunday, Jan. 15^th, 1967)

Since I wasn't expecting Sean back any time soon, and I found myself pulling my mattress off onto the floor, anyway, I told Gerry to go ahead and stay with me. Nobody would miss him, since there was no body count in the barracks, yet. And since this was going to be the last time we would have for awhile, we should make the most of it. We were lying on top of the blanket, fully clothed, well, minus the boots, wondering how far to take this.

"Um, there's something I have to tell you…" He was certainly going to tell me how uncertain he was.

"You're a virgin, huh?." I chuckled, and he nodded on the verge of tears. He probably thought that I was laughing at him. "There seems to be a rash of that going around, lately. But it's nothing to be ashamed of."

He was suddenly laughing instead of crying. "How can a rash of virginity be going around?"

"Let's count." I exaggerated counting on my fingers. "The last four guys I had sex with had all been virgins of sorts, so why shouldn't the fifth guy be as well?"

"Wow, a man of the world." Gerry purred and stroked my chest lightly through the fatigues and undershirt.

"I like your attitude." I kissed him carefully on the cheek near his mouth. "Some would say slut."

"Okay, but you're hardly Suzie Wong," He kissed me tentatively on the mouth. "and I'm hardly Robert Lomax." He chuckled. "Can't draw worth a shit."

"Did you go see the movie, or did you read the book?" I was fully aware that this question sounded like the spawn of academic arrogance. At this moment, however, it was crucial for my further involvement with this man who fascinated me, but as I had said to Sean, actually wasn't my type.

"Both." He laughed, not in the slightest insulted. "I bought the book at a bookstore on Broadway between 42nd and 41st Street, one of those tucked in between the theaters."

"Yeah," I pulled his body closer. "I know the ones. Been there myself." We laughed lightly, increasing the hormonal tension inside both of us.

"Had to hide it between the mattress and the box springs, so the Matriarch wouldn't find it." He snuggled into me. "After all, the book did contain the word, virgin."

"So," I started unbuttoning his fatigues' shirt. "from what I hear, that's a status you intend to end, come Hell or high water."

"I'm hoping to." He lifted his leg over my thigh, bringing his cock close enough that I could feel it through the boxers and olive-drab cotton pants. Mentally subtracting the thickness of the fabric surrounding it, it threatened to be the size of my forearm. We would have to take things slowly.

Again I kissed his mouth. His lips were stiff, and he pressed them to mine. "Relax your lips." He did. I stroked my tongue across his teeth. He'd gotten the picture and opened them a little, allowing the tip of my tongue to find the tip of his. Then, nature took its course. He sucked my tongue into his mouth, greeting it vigorously. We practiced this as I scratched his back lightly up under his t-shirt, paying special attention to his lower back. I held his head cradled in the crook of my left arm.

Our breathing was hitting the right tempo to carry this further, when he muttered: "Oh, shit!" I didn't have to even guess that he'd shot his load in his pants. I quickly rolled him onto his back to get his fatigue pants off before they became soaked, and lowered his boxers to clean him up with my tongue. I knew from seeing him take a piss, that his cock was intact.

Slowly, he pulled my head up to his. "I'm sorry, Ben." Moisture of disappointment was glistening in his blue eyes under the dim light from outside.

I laughed quietly. "Sorry for what? That you're a healthy guy who hasn't had a chance to jack off for a week?"

"So, what now?" He sighed. "Do you want me to go back down to the bay?"

" What are you, nuts?" I held him tightly. "I want you to take my fatigue pants off and get under the blanket with me. And sometime during the night, your dick will get hard again, and I want you to fuck me with it. Then we can officially claim the end of your virginity." We laughed and he held on tightly.

"You want me to fuck you, as in you want me to stick my cock up your ass?" There was an undertone of disbelief in what he said.

"Don't worry," I kissed him again, and he didn't seem to notice that I still had remnants of his cum in my mouth. "you'll like it."

"Yeah, I'm sure I will." His tongue seemed intentionally to gather strands of cum from behind my teeth. "It's just that I'm more than a little shocked."

"How so?" I had to subdue a chuckle, when my mind yelled: 'What now?"

"You are, second to none, the most masculine and bravest guy, I have ever known." He rested himself on his right elbow to look at me in the light coming in from the street lamp. "When I went at you in front of the induction station, you reacted like the fucking Marlboro Man. And then only a day or so into reception station, you walk up to a guy who's threatening people with a fucking butcher knife and take it away from him.

"And now, you're telling me that you want me to fuck you in the ass." His whisper was moist. A drop of saliva fell onto my lips. I licked it off.

"And that in itself takes guts." I whispered back.

"I don't get it."

"It takes guts to get fucked by a dick the size of a telephone pole." I laughed, and he poked me in the ribs. "Let's get some sleep, but if you feel horny during the night, go for it."

***

According to my wristwatch, it was shortly before 0300 when I felt the tip of a cock enter my hole. Luckily, I had put some Vaseline at my entrance, just to make things possible. He entered without a hitch and slid his length into me. Since he'd entered so smoothly, I wasn't all too sure that it was Gerry until he'd whispered: "You okay?"

"Yeah." I admitted. "But take it slow." That wasn't because of any pain, I wanted something to enjoy rather than a quickie.

And he proceeded to ride my ass slowly, thoughtfully. He was picking up his pace a little, when I suggested to roll me onto my side and let him continue from that angle. I wanted to get into the position that Sean and I had found, where my prostate got poked from the left rather than from the front.

We found it, but because of the added length and breadth of Gerry's cock, he didn't poke my prostate. His dick massaged it. The sensation sent shivers up me and caused my rectal muscles to spasm from inside, making his dick feel as if my ass were sucking on him.

To get his pole to touch all sides of my prostate, I started swiveling my hips. At first, I took it slow to compliment his pistoning. But then, as if we had agreed on it, we both increased our rhythm up to the end.

He collapsed onto me, drenched in sweat. He licked my face and breathed heavily into my ear. "That was far more than I could have imagined." He lay there on me for a couple of minutes. "Could we do that again?"

"You mean, like now?" I wasn't sure that my ass could take it just yet.

"No, but soon?"

My feelings for him were changing, and I wasn't about to let him go without a fight. "That can certainly be arranged."

***

When I awoke at 0400 hours, having just dozed for about fifteen minutes. I asked him if he was ready for our run. He nodded, then leaned over, next to my ear: "I have to go down to the bay to get my sweats." But before moving away, he licked my ear and said: "I really, really like you."

He got dressed in his uniform, minus his starched boxers; I got dressed in my sweats, hoping to be able to keep the starched boxers, so I could sniff them later. He helped me get the mattress back onto the steel frame and left. I quickly made the bunk and ran to the latrine to let millions of little Gerrys find their happiness in the sewers of Fort Dix.

We ran in the wet morning air of southern New Jersey with drizzle and fog coming through the forests, out of the east, off the Atlantic. It wasn't my favorite running weather.

As we ran in silence, I couldn't get my mind off the panic I felt, every time I thought about this kid, for whom I was falling hard, going into the Infantry. When we got back in front of our barracks, I knew, we had to talk. "Go for a walk?"

"Sure." He shook out his arms and legs. "Got something you want to tell me?" He seemed apprehensive.

"Yeah." I smiled and winked at him to let him know that it was nothing bad. "Can we cut a deal?"

"Depends." He chuckled.

"What if, now just what if, I were to change my MOS from Counterintelligence Agent to something like say Legal Clerk, if you would change yours, too?" I tested the idea just to see if he would even consider it.

He stopped mid-stride and looked at me in the dim light reflecting off the tin shade above our barracks' door with a halo of fog surrounding it. "You really do like me, don't you?"

"That's one way of putting it." This is when we heard boots coming down the wooden stairs at a trot.

"There you are." Sean was carrying his duffel bag on his back. "Come on, let's go for a walk."

I nodded and looked at Gerry. "See you for breakfast at seven?"

"It's a date." He chuckled at the double meaning, and winked hopefully. He, of course, hadn't missed the fact that Sean had his belongings over his shoulder. As he waved, I had the feeling that my life was about to change, beyond anything I had yet expected.

***

But as I had expected, Haruki was waiting in his TR4 a little ways down the road. Although, Sean didn't say anything, while we walked, I could tell that he was nervous. I smiled at him, but he kept his eyes glued to the ground. It was obvious that something was wrong, but I was still in the dark as to what it was. "Are you feeling okay, Sean?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine." But he certainly didn't look or sound 'fine'.

When we got to the car, we didn't get in, Haruki got out. He put Sean's duffel into the trunk, into which it almost didn't fit. Then Haruki focused on me. "I hate to do this in the middle of the night, but it has to be done."

Let's see, what were the possibilities? Naturally, the only one that came to mind was that he didn't want to see me anymore. So, I pulled out his house keys and his lighter and handed them to him. "You'll have to drive by the barracks, if you want your boots and field jacket back."

"I'm glad you understand." He looked relieved.

"I don't understand. But I am getting used to being dumped like this." I wasn't getting emotional. I wasn't feeling sorry for myself. I was just making a statement of fact. "Put my stuff that's still at your place into storage, and send me the receipt. Specialist McGrady can give you my training unit's address."

He nodded, and looked anxious, so I added to the tension. "Specialist, you wanna come with me to get Sergeant Hernandez' belongings?"

He nodded and looked at Haruki who appeared as if he'd been slugged in the gut. He stood rigid and bent slightly forward before he spoke. "Look Ben, I'm sorry--"

"--I don't think you are." I turned to go, but had an afterthought. "But you probably will be, some day."