his rigid erection made his mouth water. He liked the way Eddie always called him
“stud.” He had the urge to force him down and manhandle him until he begged for mercy.
Eddie spoke in a light, breathy voice. He liked talking dirty with cheesy clichés.
“Open me up, stud-horse. Put that huge piece of meat between my legs and nail me to the
fucking floor.”
But Kadin had a better idea. He grabbed Eddie’s thin waist and pushed him to the
side of the room to a low dresser. When his back was against the dresser, Kadin lifted
him up and sat him down. “Lie back and lift those pretty legs up in the air for me, you bad little high-heeled whore,” Kadin said, “I’m going to rip those fucking panties off now
and fuck your brains out.” Then he bit his bottom lip and slapped Eddie’s ass hard. “Is
that what you want, slut?”
Eddie went back and lifted his legs up high so he could throw them over Kadin’s
shoulders. He rested the six-inch high heels on both sides of Kadin’s neck and said, “Oh
yes, stud. I want to be your bad little slut. I want to be your fuck toy, stud.”
Kadin bit his bottom lip and grabbed the black lace panties. “I’m gonna get rid of
these, slut.”
“Yes,” Eddie moaned. “Rip off my panties and fuck me hard.”
With one fast pull, Kadin tore the panties apart and ripped them from Eddie’s
body. Then he threw them over his shoulder and leaned forward. Eddie’s legs went back
until his knees were practically against his shoulders. He must have been double-jointed;
he never complained. Kadin was bending him into a pretzel, the high heels pointed to the
ceiling, and all Eddie did was beg to get fucked.
So Kadin spit on his penis and rubbed the shaft until it was wet and shiny, then
pressed the tip to Eddie’s hole and slowly inserted it. His hole was wide open and ready
to get fucked; he knew how to relax his sphincter muscle so a huge cock could slide into
his ass with ease. He also knew how to make the lips of his anus wink and clamp down
on the shaft. Kadin didn’t bother to remove his clothes. There wasn’t enough time, and he
really didn’t care. He only wanted to get inside the little cock whore, get his big dick wet
and come as fast as he could inside that tight, winking hole. When he plunged all the way
inside and saw the look of pure delight on Eddie’s face, he knew he didn’t have to worry
about being gentle. He bucked his hips hard, and his dick went all the way in and all the way out. He
placed his rough palms on the backs of Eddie’s smooth thighs and pressed down harder.
Eddie’s mouth opened and his eyes rolled. He arched his back and spread his legs as wide
as they would go. When the serious fucking started, Kadin poked his hole hard enough to
cause the dresser to vibrate against the wall. Kadin felt his cheeks turn red and beads of
perspiration trickled down the sides of his face. Each time Eddie’s hole clamped down on
his cock, he edged closer to orgasm.
They fucked like this for a few more minutes, then Kadin said, “I’m close. I’m
gonna go off any second.”
“Come inside me,” Eddie begged. “Go, stud. Give it to me. Give it all to me.”
Then he grabbed his own dick and started to jerk off.
And with three slams that were so brutal, a lamp on the desk next to the dresser
fell over, Kadin blew a stream of come deep inside Eddie’s body. Eddie came a second
later, all over his own chest, with Kadin’s dick deep inside his hole. When Kadin looked
down to see if he was okay, Eddie smiled and licked his own come off his fingers.
Eddie could have lay there all night with his legs spread wide, high heels dangling,
and dick up his ass. But Kadin pulled out fast and went into the bathroom for a wet towel.
He’d always lingered inside Gregory, enjoying the post-orgasmic sensations while staring
into Gregory’s two different-colored eyes. But with guys like Eddie, Kadin just wanted to
get out and get cleaned up fast. Eddie had been nothing more than a quick, kinky release
and now Kadin wanted to put his dick back into his pants and go home to his family.
This was all fine with Eddie. When Kadin came back into the room all zipped up
and ready to leave, he stood from the dresser and crossed to the bathroom without saying a word. When he came back out again, he put the black leather coat on, tied the belt into a
perfect square knot, and shoved the ripped panties into his pocket. He crossed the room to
the door where Kadin was standing and kissed him on the cheek. “You’re the best,” he
said. “Don’t hesitate to call me anytime you need to get off.”
Kadin put his hand on Eddie’s waist and shook his head. “I’ll walk you to your
car.” It was the least he could do. He’d just fucked him like a blow-up doll and he
couldn’t offer him anything else but a smile and a little common courtesy.
* * * *
After that night, Kadin started fucking Eddie on a semi-regular basis. Eddie never
wore the high heels or crimson fingernails again, but his legs went up in the air plenty of
times and he always went home with red, puffy lips.
Then, in the spring of 1957, everything changed.
It was a Saturday night and Kadin was sitting out on the veranda enjoying the first
warm spell of the season. The azaleas were about to bloom and the moon was full and
brilliant. The house was quiet because the children were spending Easter week with his
former in-laws in Florida. And he’d just won an intense, high-profile legal case; his skin
crawled when he thought about being followed by TV reporters.
He was sitting back in a white rocking chair sipping bourbon when he noticed a
strange car coming up the driveway. It was a blue Chrysler he’d never seen before. The
car came to a halt at the end of the red brick walkway and the motor stopped humming. A
young man opened the door and stepped out. When he turned and walked toward the house, Kadin stood up and went to the
front steps on shaky legs. He pressed his right hand against a white column for support
and stared at him.
Gregory, five years older now, stopped walking and hesitated a moment. He was
wearing tan slacks, a white shirt, and a rust suede jacket. His hands were in his pockets
and he was smiling so wide, Kadin could see his gums.
Chapter Five
The morning after his parents caused the embarrassing scene with Kadin, Gregory
flatly refused to return to Atlanta two weeks early. He kicked his suitcase down the hall
and punched the bedroom door so hard, he broke the skin on his knuckles. He didn’t want
to leave without saying good-bye to Kadin first. He’d promised him he’d be there two
more weeks as his intern.
But his parents were adamant about it and there wasn’t much he could do. If he’d
been in love with a woman, he would have begged and pleaded for more time. He would
have been able to fight them without feeling guilty.
But because he was a man in love with another man, he couldn’t react at all.
His parents didn’t even mention his relationship with Kadin. It was as if Kadin
had never even existed. They said they were leaving Savannah for important business
reasons that couldn’t be ignored in Atlanta. And when Gregory suggested he could
remain in Savannah for another two weeks with Miles and take the bus home, his father
frowned and stared at the love bite on his neck. He said, “It’s best this way, son. You’re
starting graduate school in three weeks and you’ll have plenty to do back in Atlanta. I
think it’s best if we just forget about all this and put this summer behind us.”
But Gregory didn’t start graduate school three weeks later. A week after he went
back to Atlanta, he went downtown and enlisted in the Army. He made the announcement
to his mother and father at dinner the same night. His mother dropped her fork and his
father almost choked on a piece of meat. This was during the early stages of the Korean
War. He could have avoided the draft as a full-time student. But after the summer he’d spent with Kadin, he couldn’t go back to school as if nothing had ever happened. He
missed everything about Kadin, from his musky smell to the way his penis tasted after a
shower. All he wanted was to be in his safe arms again. And when Kadin didn’t call or
write that week, he just wanted to get as far away from everything and everyone as he
could get.
His mother was livid; she had other plans for his future. She slammed down her
knife so hard, she broke the dinner plate. Everyone stopped eating and placed their hands
on their laps. His brother’s eyes were wide; he stared back and forth between Gregory
and his mother, anticipating their next moves. But Gregory’s father thought about it for a
moment, then said, “I think this might be a good thing. It’ll make a real man out of you.”
His mother opened her mouth to protest, but his father lifted his hand, palm up, and gave
her a look. “He can postpone graduate school until after the service. He needs to be
around real men and he needs to be toughened. The military is the perfect place to do
that.”
The Army
was
difficult, but not as bad as Gregory had anticipated. Though he
was still deeply in love with Kadin, he was now surrounded by good-looking, athletic
young men who walked around naked and took showers together. And some of those
men, he quickly discovered, were just like him. His father had been right; the military
wasn’t such a bad thing at all.
During his first week of basic training, a staff sergeant took a particular interest in
him. His voice was deep and throaty. When he stood at attention, a round knob between
his legs popped out of his uniform. He was tall and dark, with a broad chest and strong,
powerful thighs. And he was one of those men, with a square jaw and chiseled features, who looked even better with the mandatory Army buzz cut. When he noticed Gregory
was having trouble keeping up with some of the bigger guys in basic training, he called
him aside and offered to help him out late at night. His name was Sgt. Buck and he had a
heavy New York accent that Gregory had always found very appealing.
Sgt. Buck ordered Gregory to report to his private quarters at nine o’clock sharp
on a Monday night. Gregory didn’t see how he could help him with basic training in his
private quarters, but he wasn’t going to argue with a staff sergeant. So he showed up at
exactly nine o’clock and saluted him at the front door. Sgt. Buck asked him in and told
him to relax. He was in his skivvies, he was wearing Army-green socks, and he was
holding a half-full bottle of beer.
Gregory smiled and stepped into the small apartment. The walls were white with
yellowed corners and the floor was covered with a faded brown carpet. It was sparsely
furnished with a green plaid sofa and a black and white TV to the left, and a full-sized
bed against the center wall. The far right wall had a kitchenette and a small, round
Formica table with two vinyl chairs. The ashtray on the table was filled with cigarette
butts, and the countertop was littered with empty beer bottles. When Gregory inhaled, the
apartment smelled like sweat socks, underwear, and cigarettes.
“Can I get you a beer, buddy?” Sgt. Buck asked. When he went to the kitchen, he
scratched his crotch and his balls jumped around in his boxer shorts.
Gregory blinked. He hadn’t expected it to be
this
casual. “Ah, well, yes,” he said.
“I’d like that, sir.” His hands were in his pockets and he stared at the ceiling. It was hard
not to stare at Sgt. Buck’s underwear, or the way his big balls were bouncing around. He
didn’t want him to know he was a homosexual. For a half hour, they talked about a few of the challenges where Gregory was
having problems and they drank beer. Then Sgt. Buck ordered him to strip down to his
skivvies because it was easier to move around. When he suggested they get down on the
floor together so he could show him the correct way to do push-ups, Gregory pressed his
lips together and tilted his head. He’d always been good at push-ups, and he could have
kept his pants on for this. But he didn’t want to question a superior, so he removed his
clothes and got down on the floor without saying a word.
Sgt. Buck went down to the floor next to him and positioned his soft legs so they
would be straight and even. He ran his large hand up the backs of Gregory’s thighs and
pressed on them a few times to be sure they were solid. Then he got down on his knees
and sat back on his haunches in front of Gregory’s face. When he spread his muscular
