0 comments/ 5128 views/ 0 favorites Arms of A Man By: Alainn It was so comforting to be held in the arms of a strong man; like eating chicken noodle soup during a rain storm while wearing squishy-soft slippers. There's nothing better than the knowledge of strength enveloping, protecting and comforting. Unfortunately, Clair didn't have a pair of strong arms right now; only her own. It was depressing and lonely, and she hated feeling this way. She looked outside and saw how the rain poured from the sky in torrents. She slipped on her favorite pair of worn out flip flops and slid on a jacket, before escaping from the suffocating constraints of her home into the clean freedom of a fierce, winter rain storm. It was glorious in its violence; beautiful and angry all at once. It was every emotion Clair wished she could express, and it was screaming it loudly to the world without care or worry. And what did Clair want to scream about? Hell, there were so many things... but mostly it was about Dermot. When he left, it just about killed her. Every time the phone rang, she jumped to answer it, expecting to hear his voice. His pillow still held the indentation of his head, and her coat closet still held the smell of new leather from his favorite jacket. Clair loved him so much, yet all she had now of her great love were bittersweet memories. All those nights they spent together, entwined and conjoined until two were one. As they made love, they were like the storm she now strolled through. Their emotions were a wild tempest, and they reveled in it. No more than a single, knowing glance, and Clair's heartbeat would pulsate at double time. One kiss and her mind would be lost to the swirling sensations building within her until she was wet and ready for Dermot's throbbing desire. Some nights, he would tie her to the bed with silken scarves tinted blood red. He would lap at her until she was screaming; tickle her with the tip of his tongue as he thrust two fingers in and out of her. Dermot especially enjoyed her breasts – two curved globes tipped in pink – and he spent many hours toying with the hardened nipples and running his hands over the soft skin. Other nights were hers with which to torture Dermot, and she would do so with meticulous attention. He would just lie back on the bed, propped up by fat pillows, and enjoy the scintillating sensations she could create with her mouth and hands. Up and down, Clair would lick along the thick vein that spanned the length of his cock. Her mouth would gorge on the rounded head, pulling on it with a pressure that had her lover moaning and thrashing about. As Clair's hands cupped him, her mouth would magically create the illusion of her hot, wet body. And when they finally came together, his thickness sliding ever so slowly into her, it was like a rainbow exploding into a shower of colors. Clair's body would welcome him into her heat, and he would fill every inch she offered. Their movements were perfectly synchronized; either a tender love that spanned hours upon hours, or a fast coupling, wicked and lascivious. Together they would reach the pinnacle, and their cries of cresting pleasure would echo throughout the house. He would hold her close afterwards – kiss her tenderly – as their bodies recovered from the searing heat of orgasmic bliss. Sometimes they would talk about nothing in particular, and Clair would enjoy listening to the deep tenor of his voice. Sometimes they would just fall asleep as the exertion of their play pulled them into the healing peace of a long night's slumber. Those nights were long since departed from Clair's life. Dermot had merely packed his bags one morning just after she had left for work, and left without a word of explanation. That had probably been the hardest thing for her to accept; the silent unknown that answered her thousand questions of why. So, Clair walked. The pounding rain soaked through her clothes, but she did not notice. She could drown for all she cared in the cascading waterfall from the heavens, but it was more likely that she would continue to drown in her memories; unending torment without the hope of death's merciful reprieve. Arms of a Man When I had graduated high school and finally left home to join the Navy I never thought I would see that rinkydink little town again. Well, not for at least twenty years or so. I had no one to worry about going home to since I had been emancipated at the age of sixteen and had moved out of my parents' run down shack and had never once looked back. I had finished high school, quit my job at Taco Bell and left to see the world. And boy did I ever see the world! I did a tour in Japan, Diego Garcia and a few stops in Italy, Spain and Egypt. By the time I was done with the Navy, twelve years earlier than I thought of as a kid, I was fluent in three languages and knew a smattering of several others. I had a trade as I was trained to be a GSM, a gas systems mechanic. I repaired diesel engines for a living. I had lived on ship most of the time save when I was in Diego Garcia. I was stationed there for two years and found that like my little town it lost its luster after only a few months. There was nothing to do except work and sleep as I was not one to go have fun at bars or browse the web looking for cyber sex like my room mate. Oh boy! Let me tell you about Alex. There was one walking sex machine. I swear that someone had made him to just be perfect for the ladies cause every time I was coaxed out of the barracks he was mobbed by some stunning babes that I could only gawk at. I knew he had banged each and every one of them too cause he would sneak them back to the room for an hour or so and have at it with me reading my book or playing a video game. He didn't care I was right there in the room and all I had to do was turn my head and see that monster he had growing from his pelvis devour the poor girls. Six feet two inches, two hundred pounds of muscle, ten inch dick, piercing green eyes and fire red hair, Alex was something else. When he couldn't get leave off of base he was at the computer we shared looking at porn and chatting with chicks from all over the world with that monster in his hand. When he had moved in a few weeks after I did he got one thing out of the way. "I'm a straight up freak, Leo." That's me. Leonardo Donati, third generation Italian that looked nothing like one. "I got a sex drive like the machines you work on. It just goes forever. If it bothers you I'll handle the Beast when you ain't around and won't bring the ladies here." All only gawked and then shook my head. "Alex, thanks for the heads up. Handle it if you need to just gimme warning when you're gonna hit one so I do not get my eyes violated." Although I was grossly curious why he called it the Beast. I've always known I liked guys, had done some fooling around in high school with a very few guys who were still in the same closet I was. It wasn't until I got to Japan that I explored my sexuality fully and found one thing. Dick is awesome. Ass is better. I'm a top most of the time, but when I get in the mood to bottom he had better be packing something huge or I only get annoyed. "You're a righteous bro, Leo. Been trapped on ship so I gotta make sure the Beast still works." I shook my head and sat at the PS2 to play Kingdom Hearts 2 and not look at something I was curious about. Alex was one good looking guy, but he was way too tall for me. I heard the telltale signs of a guy jacking off and was glad that he had the decency to at least get under the covers. My own dick was getting hard listening, but I did not want to disturb the little bit of peace we had here already by looking. Alex was hot, but as I said too tall. I'm only five feet six inches but I gotta say I'm one beefy guy. Played football in high school and kept in shape both for the job which had me wielding 40lb. Wrenches and for my own pleasure cause I looked cute in uniform. I was 182 lbs of Italian with the military regulation cut blond hair (Mom was Dutch) and deep brown eyes that were almost black. When I walked into the bars on those rare occasions I get more than a few numbers, and panties, thrown at me. But I tell them all I'm a married man and they pout. Better that than they know I'd rather fuck their brothers than them. After a scant five minutes I heard him grunt and then heard him head to the bathroom. "That was fast," I said to myself and adjusted my own Italian sausage to a better position. I ain't in the same category as Alex, but I got pipe. It's more of a sidewall destroyer than a back wall basher like his. I got seven inches for length and eight for circumference. That works out to be 2.54 inches across. Not bad huh? Life settled into a routine of me getting to the showers first so Alex could handle the Beast, although I did wake up one night to see him stroking that thing double fist style atop his covers. I had to piss and when I looked over I got all the view of the Beast I could ever ask for...except for maybe up close. I acted like I was not staring, my own dick rock hard from more than having to piss and tenting my boxers, and hobbled to the bathroom. Alex did his best to try and cover that log but it was useless. "Sorry, bro," he said as I came back. "The only thing I'm worried about is it trying to eat me in my sleep." I propped myself up on one elbow and grinned at him. "That's why I call him the Beast. The women scream when he's hungry." I would howl if that thing were shoved in me. It would hurt if I was not in the mood, and looking at it...I was getting there. "I bet. Just keep him on a leash. Lord knows I'd never get anything if they saw that." I laid back and rolled over to give him privacy to finish. I really wanted to go over there and wrap my lips around it but that would be very bad. "Bro, you got dick for a little guy. Bet your sweetheart back home misses you." There was envy in his voice. Of what I don't know. "I hope so. And I ain't doing bad, down there, but still. Keep him over there. Better yet I should move out cause he could get me from over there." Alex chuckled and I rolled back over. "And what were you doing pecker checking?" I raised a brow, knowing he could see just fine with the moon light through the windows. "Every guy does it." I nodded like that was true. "You keep yours over there and I'll keep mine over here and that'll be all cool." He was grinning from ear to ear, the Beast not softening at all from him failing to hide it. "Big guy like you scared of a little guy like me. That's funny." I was trying to find away to keep looking at that big monster for my own spank bank purposes. I jacked off in the shower for some privacy. "Little nothing. Bro, lets see it. I got you beat in length, but you're Italian and I know they got pipe." I wondered if this was going to some place other than pecker checking. I pulled back the covers and pulled my boxers down to under my balls, which were a bit full and already hefty. I gave it a shake, showing him I could not fit my fingers around it all the way. Hell not even close. Alex let out a low whistle. "G'damn bro! Yeah your sweetheart misses that thing. Keep him away from me." I laughed and gave it a few strokes, the head swelling. His eyes were glued to my dick. "Okay, I told you I'm a stone cold freak, Leo. I ain't got no shame in watching another guy hit his shit." My hand stopped as I digested this. He was willing to watch? Hell, by the full hard on he was sporting he wanted to watch. "You are a freak." But I slipped my boxers completely off and spit on my hand. As I slid it over the tip he uncovered the Beast and began his own stroking again. I glanced at him now and then, trying to make it seem like I was not staring at that thing. I used the spit to polish the tip as I never really got as much pleasure double fisting as I did when I played with my balls. I closed my eyes and thought about him putting my knees on my shoulders and eating out my ass for hours before sliding that beef stick into my willing and waiting hole. I was getting myself in the mood and I knew I had to nut before I lost all sense and told him to fuck me. I fondled my balls, tugging on them lightly while I played with the first few inches of my sausage. I could hear him really going at that monster and looked over to see him pumping away and staring at my dick. The sight of the Beast made my balls pull up fast and I grunted as I spilled my nut all over my stomach. Alex groaned and shot his load all over his chest and even a drop hit his lips..he licked it off. I almost got another nut when I saw that, but I just grabbed the shirt from last night and wiped up before tossing it in the dirty clothes bin. "Real freak," I said and chuckled. "Bro, gotta say that was some show. I hope you don't think I'm gay for watching." "Naw. Had a chum who was queer in high school. Asked to blow me once. That would be gay." I had let him too right before I popped his cherry. Best ass ever in the history of all man kind. I got out of bed to go wash up a bit. "G'damn bro!" he said. "What now?" "You got cakes too. How many squats you do to get an ass like that?" I laughed and did not answer cause I knew I would ask him to plow my ass good. By the time I was done washing he was sound asleep and snoring. That was the only time we had anything close to a gay relationship. Then I shipped out for home and left him there. It was so odd coming back to my town. I had seen it all, had lived a life most guys from my town only dreamed of...and now I was coming back. I had a job lined up already with a few trucking companies as their fix it man, pulling in over $50K a year. I had saved up some money and bought a condominium which was better than my little studio I had just outta high school for that summer. As I looked over my place after unpacking and moving all my things in I said, "Now what?" I had no idea what to do without my day regimented out for me. Wake up, shower, dress, eat, work, shower, watch Alex fuck some chick, eat, sleep. Repeat ad nauseum. I would not start work for another month as I needed to get use to California time again and civilian life. With nothing better to do I went shopping for groceries...now that I had to do that. I drove my car over to Costco and decided I would stock up on the essentials and see a bit of the town. When had they added that to the movie theater? The mall was the same, the recruiting station still there although I could tell there were less people wanting to go into the military since the 9-11 rush. The Mongolian barbecue place was gone as was my old Taco Bell. Hell Denny's was replaced by a Chinese restaurant. So many little things had changed that it actually made me appreciate what was the same. In Costco I was in line when I looked at the cashier. Wow...I thought. It was an old acquaintance from high school. He had been on the team with me but we never really talked too much. I recognized his face, which had been boyishly cute then, but couldn't remember his name for a moment. Then it came to me when he smiled. Zach Thompson. He was still a great looking guy with slightly thinning brown hair, gray blue eyes and a mouth that begged to be kissed. His eyes no longer sparkled like they had. They looked tired now. He had worry lines where laugh lines use to be. I knew eight years was a long time but he looked to have aged about fifteen. "How are you...Leo?" he said and asked as I got up to the register. "Hey Zach. Long time no see." I smiled to see some life return to his face and the shadow fall from his smile. "No kidding. Where ya been?" he asked as he rang up my purchases. "Just got my honorable discharge from the Navy a week ago. I been everywhere. What have you been up to?" I had to ask to see if there was something in his life that made him age so fast. Not that I could change it, but I did not like that the first person from school I saw seemed so unhappy. "Been working here. Manager but had a cashier call in so I'm filling in. Got married, have two girls." The mention of the wife sent the happiness away but the girls brought it back in full force and lo and behold there was the stunning and boyish guy I had known. He obviously loved his girls...and not his wife. "How are things outside of this town?" "I have a few stories. We should get together sometime and catch up." I scribbled down my cell number and gave it to him. "Heck yeah. I'll see you around, Leo." I waved and drove to my new place. Seeing Zach again, and seeing the drastic change in him, was almost too much. Poor guy was in a loveless marriage but had to stay in it for his daughters. Tough life to live and one I almost could envy for the kids. I wanted kids someday and I knew with my military record I could adopt with little problems. I got a call from Zach that evening. "Donati here," I said as I had for the past eight years and knew I would be long in breaking that habit. "At ease sailor," I heard Zach say with a chuckle. "It was kinda cool seeing you earlier today." I could hear that he was actually happy that some thing else could distract him from his life. I was kinda glad I could be a distraction for him. The change in him was too drastic. "It was. You're the first I've seen from the old stompin' grounds." "Most of us are still here. That's actually why I called. A gang of us get together every Friday night at the bar. Funny thing is only a few of us drink," he said with a slight chuckle. "You up for it, sailor?" "Sure. I'm not a drinker so I can give rides for those who are." I'd done that in school for a few guys when they were being stupid and I don't know how many times in Diego Garcia. I was a professional designated driver. "I do that too. My wife would kill me if I came home after drinking." I heard that tone that said he probably drank for an excuse not to go home. "So I'll see you at eight then?" I looked at my watch. My body said it would be around 0700, but it would be a good way to get use to PST again. And it would give me something to add to my regimented schedule. A Friday night out with the fellas. "I may fall asleep, but yeah I'll be there." We talked for a few more minutes and then hung up. I showered and dressed in something that I had not worn in almost a decade. I put on a pair of Wranglers, my old boots, and a ball cap. It being July and 107° outside I pulled on a tank top I knew looked good with my build and then looked in the mirror. I could use a shave...but then I was no longer in the military and though it felt so odd, I left the five o'clock shadow. Where had this guy been all those years? The bar was packed that night and I almost didn't see them until I heard an old familiar call. A huge smile broke on my face. It was the call we used when we won the game, a screaming Eagle, after our mascot. I homed in on the noise to see five guys from the team all waving, even Derek Ellis whose cherry I popped. Weaving through the crowd, knowing there were a bunch of ladies checking me out, I got to the guys. "Leo!" came a big rousing chorus of my name and I almost got buried under a pile of men...darn. Everyone had changed enough to say time had passed, but I was still the only one who kept in shape. Derek was still decently built, but nothing like he was then. I sat between Derek and Zach after getting a Pepsi, my leg brushing Derek's to let him know I was still attracted to him. By the twinkle in his eyes he was more than happy to see me. "Look what the tide washed in boys!" Zach said. "Don't start with the sailor jokes, Zach." I laughed at the fake hurt he showed in his eyes. "Damn if it isn't good to see you guys again. What have you been up to?" I sat and listened for the next few hours to them tell their stories. Calvin, the star quarterback of my year, had gone to college and now owned and ran a successful auto shop here in town. Married and divorced with a three year old son, he seemed to be pretty happy with his life. He had been very anti-gay in high school but he seemed to be mellowed out a bit. Sometimes I wondered if he had known I was gay cause he always looked at me funny. Phil was working on his DMA in music education, specifically choral music. He had been an enigma on the team, a choir jock. Being teased about his great tenor voice, he'd just grin and say we were all "a bunch of redneck retards not to know music girls were freaks in bed." He married his sweetheart Joy and she was expecting their first baby which was awesome because they had been trying for the past four years. Tyler was unemployed and on medication that kept him from working anything too strenuous. He had gone into the Army, had seen combat, gotten shot twice, and came home with a permanent limp and PTSD. It was a hell of a way to live the rest of your life and the look we shared said volumes. I had a damn good idea what he had gone through although the only combat I had seen was while I was below decks and a few planes tried to scare us away from our own waters with a bombing run. "We can talk war stories later," he said to me, ghosts of his past flitting across his eyes. He knew no one would really understand and to talk about them would bring everyone down. "Definitely. How about you, Derek?" I asked, nudging him with my leg. "Well. I got my BS in communications as an interpreter for the hearing impaired." I nodded to that one. His little brother was deaf so it came as no surprise to me. "I work at Barnes & Noble when I'm not signing and my boyfriend Greg is sitting at the bar because he hates it when we all get together likes this." The smile on his face said he did it just to annoy his... "Wait...what?" I looked at him and he nodded. He'd come out of the closet. "You mean you finally came out?" He nodded with the biggest grin on his face. His way of coming out to me was to have sex with me and then have me pop his cherry...not a bad way I think. I gave him a huge hug. "No tar and feathers, huh?" "No. Some ruffled feathers, but even Cal was cool with it...after I kicked his ass for calling me a fag." Calvin nodded like it had been the ass kicking of the century too. I would have loved to see that. He had needed it in school once a day on general principle. "When did you know he was gay?" Zach asked. "A few days before I shipped off. Told me he had to tell someone and since I was leaving..." I grinned at Derek to let him know I was still mostly in the the closet and he nodded. I think he could guess that I still needed time to get use to being out of the Navy before I was comfortable with telling others that I liked dick. "So call your boy over here. I wanna meet him." Instead of calling he texted him. "He's deaf." That would be kinda hard to deal with, being in a group of non-deaf having a conversation and you either had to read a thousand lips at once or your interpreter needed a dozen pairs of hands. "Thanks for the warning." I stood as the guy came over. Funny thing is the guy was built a lot like I used to be but he was Spanish not Italian. I knew Derek liked shorter guys too. Compact but not powerful, he was a hunky guy an inch taller than me. "Greg, this is Leo." I watched Greg's eyes recognize my name. I must be infamous. "Hi Greg. Nice to meet you," I signed showing I knew something of his language. He could tell immediately I was not fluent so he kept it slow and simple. I think I impressed Derek more than Greg that I remembered and had kept up on at least some basic signing. "It is nice to finally meet you, Leo. Derek has told me a lot about you." There was something in his eyes that said Derek had told him quite a lot about me and more than probably everyone else here knew about me. I grinned and made some small talk but it was obvious he did not like the group. He went back to the bar. "Nice guy." Derek nodded. "Telling him stories, huh?" Derek leaned in to whisper. "He's the only other guy I've ever slept with. We've been together for seven years and all thanks to you." I blushed a bit and bumped Derek's leg under the table. Arms of a Man I called it an evening after another hour. "I'm still getting use to the time change. You guys have my number so gimme a ring." I was dead tired and I knew if I stayed much longer I would not be able to drive. "You look dead. Want a ride?" Zach asked. I almost declined, being macho man, but thought better about it. "Your car or mine?" "Mine. Your's will be fine here." I nodded and said my goodbyes as I dragged myself out of the bar and plopped into the passenger seat of Zach's Prius. He helped buckle me in and we were off. "Long day huh?" "You have no idea. Damn time changes. Takes me two weeks to get use to them enough to function." I leaned back a bit and closed my eyes after giving him directions to my place. We got there with no problems and he helped me in to my place and to my couch. "Thanks Zach." "No problem. Need help with the boots?" I chuckled and held out my foot. It came off with a deft and practiced tug. "You're good at that," I joked. "Lots of practice." His reply would have been standard had it not been full of sorrow. I looked up at him to see him frowning. "You okay?" His eyes flicked up at me as he tugged off my other boot. Saying nothing he set the boots by the couch and stood. "You wanna talk, Zach?" I was awake now. "I don't wanna unload." I patted the couch next to me and with a sigh he sat and leaned forward to put his elbows on his knees. "My wife is the one I practice on when she's too drunk to take off her own boots." Now it made sense. He did not drink because he had to be the sober one to take care of not only his girls but his drunken wife. "Sometimes it's so bad she can't even get out of the car to come inside to sleep. The girls think she has a chronic illness. Thankfully Helen tells them the same things I do about drugs and drinking although Zoe is eight and Lisa is about to turn seven." I did the math. "She was pregnant in school?" He nodded. God he was a daddy so soon, he had not even had a chance to really grow up himself when he had to take care of a kid. "We'd gotten drunk at a party the summer before Senior year and we slept together. I was so shit faced I didn't know who it was really. A great way to lose your virginity, huh?" There was no laughter in his eyes then. It was a bitter memory, what he did remember at least. "When I found out she was pregnant I almost lost it cause I really don't remember that night. Zoe's mine though, looks just like my mom at her age. I married Helen the day after graduation. It was the right thing to do." He looked at me then, begging me to see it was the only thing he could have done after he got her pregnant. "It was the right thing although it's been hard on you." He nodded, some tension leaving his shoulders. His eyes fell back to the floor. "It's been hell. We don't even like each other but the girls come first. Both of us agree on that. Once Lisa graduates high school we're getting a divorce and then... I don't know." So this was his pain. He did not love his wife at all, could barely stand her by the sound of things. "Helen knows I don't love her and she has a boyfriend on the side. I know him pretty good and he's better suited for her than I am." I looked at him like he had just spoken Swahili. "Yeah, I let her cheat on me, but then I cheat on her too when I can't stand it. The bad thing they're all one night stands. None of them mean anything to me at all." I gripped his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him. "I've been with countless women but not a one has meant anything to me past getting off." I could see why he was so sad. The only joys in his life were his girls and the Friday nights with the fellas. He probably took extra shifts at work when he could just to stay out of the house. I would have gone crazy in his situation. I tried to cheer him up with a bad joke. "Then try a guy. I'm sure Derek has a friend." He looked at me, his eyes hollow save for a small spark that said he was still alive. "Bad joke. Look, Zach..." "You're right." He looked at me. "About the joke? I know it was bad..." "No, about the guys." I digested this. Could he be saying what I think he's saying? No...I was hearing things. I had to make sure it was not my sleep fogged brain misinterpreting him. "So you're saying you like guys?" I grinned to make to seem like a joke. Zach nodded. He had not had anything to drink, he was not tired. He was in full command of his faculties. "Really?" "Always have been. Just never had the balls to do anything about it and the only time I can have sex with a woman is when I'm drunk or so desperate for human touch that isn't my wife." Zach looked back down at his feet. "I guess you won't be angry or appalled seeing how Derek is still your chum. I don't know what to do. I'm too damn scared to find a guy." My heart broke seeing him like this. Zach was always so full of life, so care free. He was the one that brightened up everyone's day in school and now he was lost in his own sorrows and cares about a life he did not want but had to live for the sake of two innocent girls. I took his hands, making him face me. "Zach, there is someone out there for you. Some great guy that will love you. He'll help you out of this funk, help you take care of the girls so you don't have to stay with Helen. Then you'll be smiling again and making everyone happy around you." He looked up like this was only a fantasy, tears in his eyes. I brushed away one as it fell and he almost gasped at the unaccustomed feel of a hand held out in comfort, another man's hand. I smiled at him and there was a small break in the clouds as he smiled back. "I can see why Derek told you. I can almost believe you." Zach wiped his eyes. "But I'm a mess. I getting fat, my hair is falling out, I look forty instead of twenty-six. What guy will want me?" The curse of those who are depressed... self-loathing. "Hey, none of that. You are still a good looking guy. I saw it when I saw you in the line today. You're not getting fat at all. If you walked for twenty minutes a day all this would be gone." I poked what little fat he had on him and he giggled. I had forgotten he was ticklish but I did not use that to my advantage. "If you're worried about the hair shave it all off. You looked good like that in school. And if you smiled the wrinkles would be gone. I saw that happen today too." I gave his head a gentle shake. "So cheer up, Zach. You'll find a guy very soon." He looked down and blushed! A full on blush from a grown man! And the smile that followed was so stunning I know my face went slack from awe. God he was so beautiful when he smiled. "I guess it nice to hear that from a good looking guy like you. I hope that doesn't bother you, me saying that." "Not at all," I said distantly, still enthralled by that smile. "Smile like that and I know some guy will swoop in a snag you." The smile got bigger and he looked up at me, the light in his eyes so pure. "I don't think I could do better than a guy like you." He blushed a bit again. I think he was worried about being too forward with me and his somewhat rusty flirting was actually adorable to me. I made up my mind. "All you have to do is ask," I whispered and his smile vanished. There was questioning in his eyes as he swallowed heavily. I answered the question there with a soft kiss. At first he was too stunned to respond but that did not last. His lips were soft and trembling as I put my arms around him, pulling him atop me as I lay on the couch. There was something so nice in his kiss, something that said he had waited forever for this moment. Zach began to cry and I pulled him into a hug. "Shh, Zach, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. Let it out." He did. He sobbed and released all that pent up emotion, all the pain of years of living a lie. I just held him as he cried out his hurt and smoothed his hair back as my shoulder became wet with his tears. "Shh, it's okay." After about an hour he finally stopped sobbing ad sat up enough to wipe his eyes. He looked at me with longing and I kissed him again. Zach's hand rested on my chest, toying with the light brown curls of hair. This was so nice, something I had been missing myself. The last thing on my mind right then was sex and I found that to be a good thing. I knew I could have talked him into and out of anything, but that was not what he needed. He sat up and looked at me like I was going to disappear. "Am I dreaming?" I chuckled and sat up too. "Nope. You're not the only one who likes guys and never told anyone." His gray blue eyes went wide in boyish surprise. I took his hand and led him to the bed room, him following like a hypnosis patient. I slid my arms to his waist and lifted his his shirt. "No, I'm fat and..." I silenced him with a kiss and then slid the shirt off. His body had lost some of the youthful muscle, but he still had a good figure with a little bit of fat. I slid my hands around him and just smiled. "I think you look good. Still have a lot of muscle and now there is some padding, which I like. After eight years in the service I'm tired of staring at hard bodied boys with abs I can grate cheese on." He bit his lip to keep from giggling. "Nothing to hold, nothing to snuggle, nothing that feels sexy and lovable all at the same time." I kissed him softly and stepped back to take off my own shirt. His eyes feasted on my body even as I slipped out of my jeans to show I was wearing a pair of low rise briefs. By the way he licked his lips he was thinking things I would have been thinking too were I in his shoes. I reached down and undid his belt and pants and slid them off even as he kicked off his shoes. He wore boxers and there was a noticeable tent there. "What are you thinking about, Zach?" "I really don't know other than wow. You look even better now than you did in school." With our shoes off he stood four inches taller than I did, which was perfect for me. His body was still hairless which I liked. I led him to the bed and turned out the lights. Sliding in beside him, I pulled him close against me and wrapped my arms around him. He sighed and settled back against me, seeming to know tonight was not about sex at all but about something he had never felt and I had not felt in a while. Simple, chaste companionship, freely offered. I know I was fading fast, but I recall hearing Zach whisper, "Thanks," as I fell asleep. * * * Strange to wake up next to someone after never having done it. In my entire life I had never once spent the night with anyone long enough to wake up next to them. I must say it was very nice. I could feel his breathing, deep and steady with a very soft snore. Zach's heart was relaxed and thudding quietly in his chest. This was something I could get use to very easily. It was not quite dawn yet and he was sleeping on my arm with the other one being held like a teddy bear. Awesome. Thankfully and unfortunately he woke not too much later and he woke with a start. His first reaction was one of panic until I kissed the back of his neck and whispered, "Shh, Zach. I'm still here." He settled back against me again and sighed. "I'm glad last night wasn't a dream. I think I may have killed myself." He gave a bit of a pathetic laugh and turned over to look at me. There it was, the same spark he had all those years ago. "Good morning." "Yes it is." I kissed him softly and rolled out of bed for the morning routine while he lounged in it for a few more minutes. I poked my head around the corner of the door with a grin. "Wanna join me in the shower or is this a bit too soon?" By the way he seemed to magically teleport to me I would say he was okay with the idea of us showering together. It was not the first time we'd showered together since we shared a locker room, but it was the first time we'd showered together in almost a decade and the first guy he'd showered with alone. He seemed fine. That is until he was right there with me in the bathroom. Then he suddenly got shy. I smiled and kissed his lips gently. "And why are you suddenly shy?" He turned red and looked down. "I guess I still feel fat and old, and you... wow. I still can't believe I'm here, with you looking this good. And I don't have to hide it from you either." This guy had some severe issues about his looks but then I could see why. He was not loved at home and had never had anything remotely romantic in his life until last night. "You are not fat. If I remember you're actually a few months younger than me." I loved to see him smile, always had. I started the water in the dual shower and heard him inhale slightly. I knew he was looking at my ass in my briefs, so I shook it at him. He giggled like a kid and I looked over my shoulder to see him with the biggest grin ever. "You staring at my butt?" He looked down at his feet again. "Here's a better view." I slipped the briefs down and I heard him whimper a bit. I knew I had a nice butt with only a bit of fuzz on the cheeks and I let him see that I sunbathed in the nude. With the water perfect I stepped into my half and gestured for him with my hand. It was sexy to watch him slip his boxers off and over the hard on he was sporting. And what a sport it was. Olympic sport even! It wasn't the Beast but it was Beast's little brother. Just over nine inches long, its was a good six and a half inches around, a nice two inches in diameter. That would be perfect. "Holy crap," I said and just stared openly. "Is it...okay?" he asked tentatively as he stepped under the water opposite me. "More than. I'm not shy about sex, Zach, so we'll take this however far you want. I'm a top but right now I want very much for you to slam that cock up my ass." I watched his stomach clench in what was probably a reflex to keep from orgasming right then. I showed him that I was getting very aroused and his eyes about bugged out of his head to see my sausage at full mast. It was as big around as his wrist. "Can I..." he half asked, his hand twitching for me. "Zach. Look at me." He looked up into my eyes. I made sure he was looking too. "Today is all about you. If you want to try it just tell me. I'm not shy. I want you to feel like you can be that awesome guy you use to be before all of life happened. Be yourself, don't hold back." I smiled what I knew was my best heart-winning smile. "I can take it." Zach stepped forward and slid his hand up my chest and leaned in for a kiss. Right now I knew one thing about him that would have me coming back for more: He wanted to be dominant. With no control over his life he had a need to exert some sort of authority and I was more than willing to let him. Hell the last eight years I had been dominated and ordered, it was nothing new to me. Unlike last night this kiss was steamy and powerful, like he wanted to devour me...eat up! Our tongues battled for victory and I was not giving ground easily. I wanted him to take me, to feel like he was a man. A few times our teeth knocked together but neither of us cared. He was getting into the swing of things when he reached down and grasped my dick and began stroking just the first few inches. It was electric bliss let me tell you. It had been a few very long months since anyone else had handled me and I know I moaned like a whore in heat. That seemed to encourage him because his other hand slid down to fondle my nuts. Oh good god he just knew how to get me off! Zach pulled away suddenly, gasping for air and crashed down back to earth. "I'm sorry, this is just too much." I gulped in and nodded, very disappointed he stopped. "It's okay. This is your first time..." "Not that. I'm so turned on I almost lost it." I grinned and dropped to my knees in front of him. If he was this turned on, and I could get the first load, he'd last longer in my ass. "Oh wow." He looked down at me on my knees. My sole purpose was to service him and he knew it. Zach put his hand on the back of my head and pulled me to his crotch gently. My hands slipped around to cup his ass while I opened my hungry mouth for this confectionery delight. I paused and looked up at him. "Zach, please, oh please tell you me you want to try anal?" His ass was a pair rock hard globes covered in a small layer of cushion that had no hair at all. I mean none. He smiled shyly and nodded. "Thank you!" I exclaimed and swallowed his cock in one gulp. It was a good thing I had a firm grip on his cheeks else he would have fallen. I sucked his cock like I was starving for it. Truth be told I was. This was the most perfect dick I had ever seen coupled with the ass of the century and I wanted it in me and me in him in the worst way ever. His pelvis began to rock as he fucked my face, every inch in my mouth and throat and I thanked whatever Powers were listening that I had no gag reflex. This was the most frenzied I had ever been giving head and I did not care because he was taking my throat and making it his. "Oh fuck, Leo!" was all he got out as the first volley rocketed out of his main cannon and sunk me. I tasted his load, finding it slightly sweet but very meaty, and I lost the battle as my ow orgasm slammed into me. Hearing him calling out my name while I was moaning around his rod was all the aphrodisiac I needed and I blew my wad. Slowly we began to calm down and Zach, trembling, pulled me to my feet. He pressed his lips to mine and I let him explore my mouth to taste himself. Only a few guys I had been with ever did this so it was still kind of new to me. My hands had not left his ass at all. The kiss pittered away and he ended up just resting his forehead against mine. "That was amazing. Zach I would swear you had fucked a few faces." "More than a few. All the women wanted me to gag them." He sighed and looked into my eyes with the gray blue windows to his soul. "You're the first guy, first to not gag, and the first to ever take all of me." I laughed and grabbed the soap, parting from that beauty long enough to have him turn around. "I...I don't know if I'm ready for...anal yet." "That's okay, neither am I. I kinda came all over your feet when you came in my mouth." He looked back at me with a quirky grin and I nodded. "Just relax and when it happens it happens." He nodded and gave himself over to me as I washed his body, exploring with my hand, eyes and mouth every inch of him. It was so sensual that both of us were hard in minutes but neither of us wanted to get back to the physical just yet. When I got to his ass he leaned forward a bit and cocked his hips back to give me better access to the rosebud hole. I shivered and moaned as I saw his virgin hole and as I soaped it up he wiggled around and gasped each time I slid a finger over it. As much as I wanted to dive nose first in that crack I restrained myself. He said he wasn't ready so I had to be a good sailor and not mutiny to take his mast and cargo for my own. I found out he had almost the same erogenous areas I did. The inner thigh area seemed to be his biggest turn on while his nipples and neck were almost as sensitive but not quite as sexual. Also found out he liked scalp massages as I shampooed his hair. "Leo, I'm gonna give you twenty years to stop that." His voice was distant and I think he was drooling on himself but the water hid any salivary dripping. "That's it?" I asked and chuckled. I had left his dick for last just in case he was one of those guys who got very sensitive after an orgasm. As he leaned his head back to rinse the shampoo out I lathered up my hands and began to thoroughly was that wonderful torpedo. He gasped but realized that while it felt fantastic I was being utilitarian about my washing. Still, having a guy wash your dick was just awesome. "My turn," he said timidly. I think he was a bid afraid I would say no. I handed him the soap and turned around when he told me to. There was nothing tentative about his hands, not now. He lathered me up in one of the most erotic ways ever. It was half massage half fondling and all sexy. Starting at the neck he washed, rinsed, and kissed, nibbling a bit just under my earlobe and had me quivering in only a few moments. "Like that?" he asked and I nodded as I swallowed heavily. His voice was quiet and deep when he asked and it sent shivers down my back then gathered behind my balls. Running his hands down my back he made sure every inch was well washed and relaxed. Arms of a Man "You ever get training as a masseuse?" I asked. "Two years. Feel good?" I made some sort of affirmative. Those talented hands slipped down to knead my ass and I gave him a better position to wash it in as I bent forward slightly. It felt so good as a massage and as something I wanted to think of as him exploring. Then I found out he was exploring as his fingers fiddled my hole and one slipped inside. I almost cried out as he unerringly found my spot and massaged it. I did jump a bit and then grind back against his finger. But before I really got goin he pulled his finger out and continued to wash his way down my legs. His hands came around to wash my front as he stood back up. Without warning he put all nine inches in my ass with one hard thrust. "OH FUCK YEAH!" I cried and he laughed. "You had better pound this sailor good, Zach." "Love or fuck?" he asked, giving me another few seconds to adjust to this invader that hurt like hell but felt so damned good. With that thrust he had stretched every wall I had and tickled the back one. "Fuck now, love later, please." He pulled all the way out and slammed back in, my bowels rearranging to his specifications. I growled and looked back over my shoulders. "Is that the best you can do?" He laughed and I held on for dear life as he pistoned in and out of me like a jack hammer. Long and deep but fast and hard, this man knew how to fuck. There was no technique past power and depth but that is what I asked for. Putting my head down, I was moaning and he was loving the sound of me calling his name. Never had I been fucked so perfectly. His cock was made for my ass. "You want my load in your hot ass, Leo?" His voice was tense with desire and I hoped he lasted longer. "Put it... wherever... you want to." I didn't care where he put it really so long as he kept fucking me until he put it somewhere. "Then hold on." I did. I held on as he pulled out, spun me around, picked me up, and impaled me on that meat missile. I gripped his shoulders, wrapped my legs around his waist, and hissed in pain but I was also telling him to not stop. Zach held me up while he fucked my ass. There was a lot more strength there than he showed and I was loving it. Each time I fell on that dick he bottomed out and I knew that he knew it too, yet every inch was in me, every throbbing inch, and I wanted him to really go at it. "Oh god, Zach, I'm gonna shoot one," I said and he started to bounce me faster and harder. "Oh God!" I growled and my eyes clenched shut at the power of this orgasm. The release was so powerful I saw spots and flashes, heard a roaring in my ears, and I think my heart stopped. Then cutting through all that was, "I'm cumming in your ass! Oh my god you're so damn tight!" Zach unleashed his second load of the morning in my hole and whispered my name in my ear as he did it. It was all too much for me. As he let me down gently I sagged into the shower's seat and tried to catch my breath. "You okay?" "In the words of the Beast, G'damn bro!" I smiled up at him and stood shakily. "Can I be a complete dick for a moment?" He looked a little wary but nodded. "I'm glad you fucked all those women cause that was hands down the best fucking I've ever had." The sun came out from behind the clouds of his eyes and shone through. I kissed him as we finished our shower. It was amazing to me that all those years ago I could have had Zach...but then he would not be who he was today I think. He would not have fucked all those women and I would not have gotten the pounding of a life time. We towel dried each other as we kissed, taking our time and being leisurely in general because neither of us had anything to do that day but be with each other. "Leo?" he said as we went back to the bed room. "Thanks. For listening, for understanding...for everything." "My pleasure." I laughed then. "Do you realize in the span of an hour we both orgasmed twice and simultaneous ones at that?" There was a look of wonder on his face and then he grinned. "Sailor boy has a romantic side." I let him get away with calling me sailor boy since I was and he could call me anything at that moment. "It has never been that good for me. Women...they just don't fit. But you?" He nuzzled my neck. "I know. Scary that we had to come this far to find out we fit together." He snickered. "What can I say, we're hole mates." He laughed and gave me a shove onto the bed, stretching out beside me and putting his head on my chest. This I liked. Dominant during sex and submissive after. "Really, Zach. It's been so amazing seeing you and not the guy I saw in line." "I know. But that guy is still there." There was a tone that said he would have to return to that guy too soon. "He can take a vacation for a day." Zach liked that idea. "Anytime you need...or want companionship, you don't need to go to a woman anymore." He smiled up at me. "Seriously. I said I'm here for you, I meant it. I've never left a comrade in trouble or need if I could help. And maybe you could help me." He nodded vehemently. "I'm tired of living a lie. There is one other guy who knows I'm gay in this little town." "Derek." I nodded. "And you guys had sex before you shipped off." I paused but nodded. "Nice to know who the guy was that made him comfortable enough to come out. That and he said the sex was amazing. You did pop his cherry." I turned a bit red and nodded. He smiled. "Guess you'll get another one soon. I want to try it, but I'm a bit scared. You got a monster." "Only the girth, oh monster. I'll be as gentle as I can when you're ready." I kissed the top of his head as he snuggled deeper into my side. "But the day has only begun and I know of two things I have to do before we can have more fun." Zach grunted in question. "Eat breakfast and go get my car." He laughed against my chest, the air tickling my bare skin. Maybe being back in this rinkydink town wouldn't be so bad after all.