An Officer and His Gentleman (10 page)

But on the way out of the bar, Brody reached down and touched his ass when no one was looking. Chance tried to walk faster but got stuck behind a couple of women who couldn't find their keys. As they waited, Brody squeezed his ass a few times. He pressed his lips together, reached back slowly, and smacked Brody's hand.
When they were out in the dark parking lot, Brody started to slip his hand down his pants. He tried to jerk away, but Brody grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him up against his side. "I thought we were going to be friends," Chance said, pushing against Brody's hard chest to step back.
"We are," Brody said. "We're going to be really good friends."
He tried to pull away, but Brody was fast. He put his arm around his waist, leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. When Brody's wet tongue entered his mouth, Chance's arms went limp and his penis started to swell. The harder Brody held him, the weaker he became. Their tongues pressed together and slowly rotated. He closed his eyes and saw beams of light he never knew existed. When they finally stopped kissing, he leaned into Brody's side and they walked slowly to the Cadillac.
It was a two-door convertible. When Brody opened the passenger door and pushed the front seat forward, Chance hesitated for a moment. He wasn't sure he wanted to get into the back seat with him again—it would only lead to more complications in his life. But Brody started to take off his shirt right there in the parking lot. Chance raised his hands and asked, "What are you doing now?"
"The past few times we've been together, all I did was unzip my pants and pull out my dick," he said. "I want to get naked, too."
When he talked dirty like that, he smiled and his voice became deep and mysterious. He kicked off his shoes and pulled down his pants. He leaned against the open door to pull them off his feet. When he jerked at the fabric, he lost his balance and knocked into Chance. He grabbed Chance's shoulder for support, and his erection hit Chance's leg. He smiled, stood back, then pulled off his socks. When he was completely nude, he extended his right arm and made a gesture toward the back seat. "After you, baby," he said.
Chance smiled and shook his head. It was dark enough to be private, but when he stared at Brody's body, his legs felt weak. It was actually the first time he'd seen the man naked in decent light. His shoulders were wide and solid. They tapered down past huge chest muscles, to a thin, tight waist with even more muscles in neat vertical lines. A slim line of dark hair began just below his chest and ran all the way down to his pubic hair. Chance took a deep breath and sighed. He could have hung a flag on Brody's erection; he could have wrapped two hands around the shaft and the head would still have popped out of his fist. When he looked down toward Brody's powerful legs, he reached forward with both palms and pressed them to his thighs, then went down on his knees and opened his mouth as wide as it would go.
He wanted to suck Brody off right there in the parking lot. He wanted to shove it in his mouth and just swing from it. But Brody tugged on the back of his head and said, "Get up off the ground, bitch." Then he nodded to the right, toward the back seat.
Chance was still on his knees, and his lips were already puffy and wet. "But I want to suck your big dirty dick," he whispered. Brody had no idea how much he enjoyed having his face between his legs. He opened his mouth again, leaned forward and sucked both balls into his mouth. The sides of his face bulged while his head went left and right in semi-circular motions. Brody must have showered before he went out that night; he tasted like salty Ivory soap.
"C'mon baby," Brody said, "Get in the back seat. You're going to get plenty of dick tonight." He tugged his hair and pulled him back. Brody's wet balls dropped out of Chance's mouth.
Chance reached down and gathered Brody's clothes into a pile, then tossed them into the car. He stood and quickly removed all his clothes too, and threw them on top of Brody's. The gravel beneath his bare feet felt rough and prickly, and it almost tickled when Brody shoved the side of his large hand between his ass cheeks. He jumped into the back seat and Brody followed. It was only natural for Chance to go flat on his back and for Brody to fall on top of him. He spread his legs and lifted them high, wishbone style, so he could rest one foot on top of the back seat and the other on top of the front seat. His hard penis rested flat against his stomach, the tip directly on his navel. Brody started to bite and suck Chance's neck. Chance's back arched and his eyes rolled back. Brody sucked his soft flesh so hard, and his beard grazed the side of his face with such force, the thin line between pain and discomfort soon vanished into pure ecstasy. He held onto Brody's wide shoulders as tightly as he could, and it felt as if he couldn't spread his legs wide enough or arch his back high enough.
Brody kissed hard. His wiry tongue went all the way to the back of Chance's throat and pounded the interior of his mouth. And while he kissed, his hips started to buck and his erection drilled into Chance's pelvis. He was desperately looking for a place to put the big monster.
"Are you okay, baby?" Brody finally asked. His voice was low and his entire body was now slick with perspiration. He caressed Chance's shoulders slowly.
He was hot, and Brody was heavy; he could never have imagined that a hot, sticky embrace could be so wonderful. "I'm fine. Can I suck you off?" he asked. He needed to have it in his body, to fill his mouth with the sweet nectar only Brody could give him.
Brody just smiled. "No, you can't. I want to please
you
tonight. I'm not big on going down on guys. It's just never been my thing. But there is something else I love to do, and I think you're going to like it just as much." He reached down with his right hand and grabbed Chance's ass hard. He slid his middle finger toward the soft pink opening and said, "I'd like to get in there tonight, and fuck that tight little hole." He poked and prodded gently, and then slid his finger all the way inside. When the lips of Chance's hole jerked and clamped on his finger, he smiled.
Chance jumped and his mouth opened wide. He arched his feet and adjusted his legs so Brody could go deeper. "Give it to me," he said. He wanted Brody to fuck him; he wanted that big Navy cock to bang him into next week.
Brody's eyes opened wide when he heard how excited Chance was. "I'm gonna fuck you hard, baby. I'm gonna breed that fucking hot ass until you can't take it." He moved his finger around slowly and said, "It feels like velvet in there."
There was no need to discuss safe sex again; Chance knew he was about to get fucked raw. "Give it to me, Brody. You can do whatever you want." He hadn't actually been fucked since that one morning at the very beginning of summer, when the guy who delivered propane to the market had fucked him in the barn while Dan was still sleeping.
Brody slapped his ass and said, "Get up on your knees and lean against the back of the seat, bitch."
He rose to his knees and pressed his palms against the black leather seat. "Is this okay?"
Brody went behind him and placed his large hands gently on his waist. "Spread your legs a little wider so I can get some of that." Then, suddenly apprehensive, "I don't have any lube, baby."
Chance arched his back and smiled. He almost laughed because it hadn't occurred to him there would be a need for lube. "Just spit on your cock and fuck me. It's not a good fuck unless it hurts a little." Chance was responsible, and he always practiced safe sex if he didn't know who he was with, but he was by no means the type of bottom guy who would refused a good dick just because there wasn't lube.
So Brody covered his cock with saliva and pressed the tip into Chance's puckered bud. There was an instant of sharp pain that made Chance bite the side of his fist—so sharp, he was worried there would be teeth marks on his hand the next day. But Brody was slow and methodical. When Chance gasped, Brody stopped so he could get used to the sensation and the fullness of the experience. By the time the first half of Brody's erection was inside, the pain had subsided and Chance stopped biting his fist. It began to feel too good to be true—so good that Chance closed his eyes and started backing up.
Brody grabbed the sides of his ass, and said, "Fucking velvet in there, bitch. I'm gonna hammer you so hard you're gonna beg me to stop." He was all the way in by then, and his pelvis was now pressed against Chance's ass.
Chance curled his toes and threw his head back. "Deeper," he moaned, "Shove that big fucking cock in and out as hard as you can."
"You like getting fucked?" Brody asked, while he started to buck.
"Yes, fuck me, man," Chance said, "Fuck my ass, dude."
"You want me to breed you, slut?" Brody asked.
"Yes, breed me. Fuck me and fucking breed me, man."
Brody slapped his ass and started to buck. "Ah ... so tight and soft. This ass was meant to be fucked." he said.
It was as if Brody had finally found an unreachable itch Chance never been able to scratch by himself. Brody bucked his slim hips slowly at first, but in no time at all, he was pounding Chance into the leather seat and the car rocked back and forth. Chance held the seat for support, and his head bounced and bobbed. Brody fucked with a distinct rhythm, with unfaltering accuracy, for so long Chance's knees became numb. Brody pound in sets of three, as if he were hammering Chance's ass to the minute waltz ...
one,
two, three,
one,
two, three. Each time he went deep on the count of one, Chance would back into him so hard you could hear the loud slap of his pelvis against his ass. Brody wasn't even touching his penis, and in no time Brody was bringing him dangerously close to climax. So close that he actually had to hold back until Brody was ready to climax.
The faster Brody bucked, the heavier he breathed, until he finally whispered, "I'm getting close, baby. Grab your dick."
But Chance didn't have to touch himself. When Brody's chest started to heave and he shouted, "I'm coming, bitch," Chance felt a powerful orgasm rise within his body, from the edges of his anus to the top of his forehead. He wanted to scream and shout. His heart was beating out of control and his head was spinning. It was different from what he'd always known. This orgasm felt as if the entire inside of his body had exploded.
They came at the same time. Brody filled his hole and Chance sprayed white liquid all over the back seat. He was about to take a deep breath and relax again, but Brody started to buck slowly, which caused another, less powerful orgasm. Chance's body started to shake and tremble—he'd never had a double orgasm. Brody smiled and slapped his ass a few times, then pulled out. "Damn, baby, that was fucking hot. It wasn't too fast for you, was it?"
Chance had to think about that for a moment. From what he could estimate, Brody had been banging him for at least a half-hour. So he ran his fingers across Brody's thick neck and said, "It was perfect." But his legs
were
a little sore.
Brody smiled and bit him on the neck. "You're so hot".
After that, Chance wiped down the back seat with a towel and they both slumped down below the windows. This time Brody was on his back, and Chance rested on top of him. He placed his head on Brody's chest, then reached down and held Brody's genitals in his left hand. He slowly massaged and squeezed—there was more than enough junk to fill his hand.
"That feels good," Brody said. He closed his eyes and folded his hands behind his head. "Almost better than nailing your ass."
Chance sighed. "There are a few things you need to know about me. I want to be honest up front so you don't think I'm playing games."
Brody opened his eyes and looked down. "I'm listening."
So Chance finally told him. He told him all about how his parents had tossed him out on the street when they found out he was gay. He told him about his living arrangements with Dan Pratta, and he talked about his plans to become a professional chef. He spoke slowly and clearly. His voice didn't waver and he didn't make any apologies about his decision to live with Dan. "If the old man knew I was with you right now," he said, "I'd be out on the street immediately."
Brody listened quietly. At one point, when Chance started to talk about how Dan forced him to walk around naked, he clenched his fists behind his head and bit his bottom lip. When Chance stopped talking, Brody shook his head. "At least now I know why you acted so weird when I came into the market that day. I'd like to kick that old fuck right in the ass."
Chance let go of his balls and sat up straight. "That's the last thing I need." He looked at his watch; it was after eleventhirty. "I have to get back. I have a midnight curfew, and if he's awake and I come in late, I'll pay for it dearly." He fumbled around the floor for his clothes and started to get dressed. The insides of his legs were wet: Brody's come was dripping down.
Brody rubbed his eyes and sat up. Then he sighed. "Can we sneak around? I'm not in the best position right now either. My mother has no idea I'm gay, and then there's the military's 'don't ask, don't tell' rule."
Chance pulled up his pants and fastened them. Evidently, he'd been hoping for something that didn't exist: That Brody would sweep him off his feet and take him away from Dan, the market and his miserable life. But after hearing Brody talk about his own complications, it occurred to him that he'd have to do that all by himself. There was no knight in shining armor for people like him. "Let's keep it simple for now," he said. Then he smiled and put on his shoes.
When he reached for the door, Brody pulled him back and held him tightly. "When can I see you?"
He reached down and grabbed Brody's junk again. "Soon ... but I'm not sure." He kissed him on the lips and swirled his tongue inside his mouth for a moment. He let go of his balls and reached for the car door. Brody's lips were pressed together and his eyebrows were pointed down. "Get dressed now and go home, and, be a good boy."
Chance smiled again. He liked that while Brody was the strongest, most virile man he'd ever met—both in and out of bed—he also had an innocent, little-boy quality underneath the rugged facade.
As he was about to step out, Brody grabbed his arm. "Are you okay? I hope I didn't get too rough tonight. I tend to lose track while I'm fucking."
Chance turned and smiled. What a nice thing to say after such a wonderful experience. "It was the best night of my life so far. I'm fine."