legs, the white cotton fabric of his underwear stretched and the fly opened up from the
tension. Gregory’s arms were spread out and his palms were pressed against the brown
carpet. Sgt. Buck’s crotch was only inches from Gregory’s face and he could see his dark
pubic hair through the opening of his underwear.
Sgt. Buck ordered him to do one hundred push-ups, and he complied without
hesitating. He could have done two hundred if asked. Gregory wasn’t built like a weight
lifter, but he had strong arms. When his body started going up and down, his breathing
increased. And when his breathing increased and he inhaled, he could smell the tangy
aroma between the sergeant’s legs. It reminded him of the way Kadin’s crotch had
smelled, but stronger. By the time he was on his twentieth push-up, he was sniffing back
and staring right into his crotch at the opening in his boxer shorts. “That’s it,” Sgt. Buck said. His voice was deep and masculine. “Keep those
shoulders back and that stomach up high. You’re getting it, buddy.” Then he leaned
forward and placed his palms under Gregory’s flat stomach for added support.
But when he leaned forward, his crotch brushed against Gregory’s lips.
Gregory’s head went up and down while Sgt. Buck’s balls rubbed lightly against his face.
He felt the outline of his dick on his chin. When Gregory didn’t pull back or abruptly turn
his face to the side, Sgt. Buck placed both palms over his ears and pulled his face
between his hairy legs. Gregory felt his semi-erect cock become fully erect within
minutes, then it finally popped out of his fly and hit the side of Gregory’s face. It wasn’t
as long as Kadin’s dick, but it was just as thick and solid.
Gregory stopped doing push-ups and stuck out his tongue. When he licked the
shaft from the base to the head, Sgt. Buck squeezed his head and said, “Ah well, I knew
you’d like this, buddy. I had a feeling about you the minute I saw you fall into line.”
Gregory didn’t speak. He’d only been with one man in his life so far, but he’d
seen other men like Sgt. Buck, the strong rough ones, stare him up and down on the sly.
He’d always backed away from them. It was as if they had radar; they knew all about him
with one look. But he wasn’t going to pretend with Sgt. Buck. His own dick was sticking
out of his underwear by then and he was fully erect. So he opened his mouth and sucked
the sergeant’s thick Army cock to the back of his throat. It tasted saltier than Kadin’s dick
and it didn’t have that sweet undertaste he’d come to love the previous summer. But it
occurred to him that if he kept his eyes closed while he sucked, he could pretend he was
sucking Kadin off instead of a staff Army sergeant. He could imagine these rough,
awkward hands were Kadin’s gentle hands pressing against the sides of his head. He could make believe he was about to swallow Kadin’s sweet come instead of Sgt. Buck’s
hot, thick load.
He kept his eyes closed. It was sex for release instead of for love this time. And it
wasn’t a bad experience at all, just different. Sgt. Buck finally went back on the carpet
and spread his legs wide so Gregory could finish him off. Gregory knew what he was
doing by then. He wanted to please this strapping, attractive man in boxer shorts. He
wanted to give him the kind of pleasure he’d remember for a long time. He sucked so
hard, the sergeant moaned. Saliva dripped from the corners of his lips and his face ached
with tension. But he never stopped, or hesitated, or gagged. He continued to jerk his own
dick and suck until Sgt. Buck’s strong legs began to wiggle up and down. He was all man,
every last rugged, awkward inch of him.
“Ah, yes,” Sgt. Buck said. “I’m close now, buddy.” His deep voice went down an
octave and his feet rubbed against the carpet.
Gregory looked up at him and nodded yes.
“I’m so close,” he said. “I’m ready, buddy.”
Gregory sucked faster. His head bobbed up and down and his lips slammed into
his pubic hair. When he finally pressed his tongue hard against the shaft, the sergeant
grunted a few times, jerked his legs, and blasted gobs of white cream into his mouth. He
swallowed with a gulp and blew his own load all over the brown carpet a second later.
Then he continued to suck it dry, while Sgt. Buck closed his eyes and put his hands
behind his head, until the big slab went limp inside his mouth. When it was time for him to put his pants on and leave, Sgt. Buck put his hand
down his underwear and squeezed his ass a couple of times. “I think you should come
back every Monday night for some extra help while you’re in basic training.”
Gregory smiled and spread his legs wider. “Yes, sir,” he said. “I’d appreciate
anything you can do for me.”
* * * *
“Well. That certainly was a shock,” Gregory said. They were in the sunroom and
it was late morning. He was wearing his red cardigan again. When he folded his arms
across his chest, Kadin could see the elbows of the sweater were wearing thin. “I can
understand Kadin’s needs and desires with that Eddie person, but I’m a little surprised at
Gregory’s actions. He seems so refined and elegant. The perfect Southern gentleman. I
never would have pictured him with Sgt. Buck, of all people.”
Kadin shrugged his shoulders. “He was devastated when his parents took him
away from Kadin, and he was only trying to forget. Don’t be so hard on him.” His voice
remained calm and even, but his insides still rumbled with pain when he thought about
Gregory with another man.
“I guess you’re right,” Gregory said. “He kept thinking about Kadin while he was
with Sgt. Buck the whole time. It’s really so sad when you think about it. I feel very sorry
for them both.”
“Life was a lot different back then, especially in the South,” Kadin said, “There
were no gay pride festivals. No one would ever admit to being openly gay, and if they did,
people thought there was something wrong with them.” “I can’t help feeling as if I’ve heard this story before,” Gregory said. He was now
staring directly into Kadin’s eyes. He wasn’t looking out the window watching squirrels
climb trees, and the moaning sounds coming from the old man on the other side of the
sunroom didn’t distract him. “Could that be possible?”
Kadin smiled and looked into his eyes. He’d been hoping Gregory would
recognize something in the story. “I’m not sure,” he only said. He knew from experience
he had to be careful with questions like this. If he pushed him too hard to remember
something, Gregory had a tendency to raise his voice and throw things out of frustration.
It was best to let him remember the past on his own terms.
Chapter Six
The first few weeks he visited Sgt. Buck, Gregory would walk into the apartment,
strip down to his skivvies and suck him off without saying much. But the third week, Sgt.
Buck wanted more.
“Can I fuck you?” he asked. He was lying back on the bed wearing nothing but a
white undershirt. His dick was already erect and he was playing with his bull-sized balls.
“Ah well, I’m not sure about that,” Gregory said. Though he hadn’t heard a word
from Kadin, and whatever they’d had the previous summer was clearly over now, he still
felt guilty about being with another guy. It really wasn’t cheating. But that’s how it felt.
Sgt. Buck grabbed his penis and squeezed it tight. “C’mon, buddy. I’ll go easy on
you.” Then he winked and waved his thick cock back and forth a few times. “I think
you’ll like it, too.”
Gregory thought for a moment and gave Buck a sideways glance, then kicked off
his shoes and removed all his clothes. He moved to the bed and reached for a jar of
Vaseline on the nightstand while Sgt. Buck stared at the way his naked ass moved
without jiggling. He opened the jar, scooped out a clump of jelly, and rubbed it all over
Sgt. Buck’s extra-wide dick. Then he pressed his hands on the sergeant’s chest and
straddled his pelvis. He reached back and pressed the head to the lips of his anus while
Sgt. Buck played with his nipples. When the head entered his body, there was a sharp
pain and his balls tightened. He remembered to relax his sphincter muscle like Kadin had
taught him. He took a deep breath and slowly sat back. When it was all the way in, he threw his head back, grabbed Sgt. Buck’s white undershirt, and started to ride up and
down.
Sgt. Buck bent his knees and lifted his hairy legs. He fucked from the bottom,
guiding Gregory’s hips into his pelvis with his rough hands. Gregory leaned back against
his hard thighs and rode faster. His head bobbed up and down and his shoulders rolled in
circles. His own dick was fully erect now and he jerked it back and forth. A minute later,
Sgt. Buck grunted a few times, bit his bottom lip, and shot a full load into his body.
Gregory came a second later and sprayed white cream all over Buck’s undershirt.
But he didn’t sit there and rotate his hips in slow circles, and he didn’t lean
forward and kiss the sergeant on the lips. They’d both gotten what they’d wanted and
they were both satisfied. Sgt. Buck slapped his ass a couple of times and said, “Thanks,
buddy, that was good. You’ve got a nice ass.”
Gregory pushed against his chest, let his dick slide out, and said, “You’re
welcome, sir.” Then he fake-punched him in the stomach and laughed before he went into
the bathroom to clean up.
They met like this every Monday night for the remainder of Gregory’s basic
training. Sometimes Gregory sucked Sgt. Buck’s dick and sometimes he just splashed his
balls around in his mouth for a while because he knew the sergeant liked it. But after the
first time Gregory rode his cock, these hour-long encounters always ended with Sgt.
Buck fucking him raw. The man was a natural stud. He fucked Gregory on his back with
his legs in the air, over the kitchen table with his face pressed to the Formica, and inside
the shower with hot water running down his face. He fucked him so hard in the bathtub
one night, Gregory had a double orgasm and knocked the soap holder off the wall. They didn’t exchange knowing glances or tender moments. They didn’t take walks in the
woods and talk about their futures. The only romance they shared was Gregory’s
unyielding mission to please the sergeant’s strong sexual needs and the sergeant’s
genuine respect for Gregory’s kind heart and gentle spirit. He always thanked Gregory
when it was over, and he always walked him to the door and held it open for him.
They became excellent fuck buddies and very good friends at the same time.
Gregory looked up to the sergeant for wisdom and advice, and Sgt. Buck was always
there to protect him from harm. When basic training was over and Gregory was supposed
to be shipped overseas to Korea, Sgt. Buck pulled a few strings and got him stationed in
Japan to keep him safe from danger.
The night before Gregory was shipped out, Sgt. Buck cooked him a steak dinner
in the little apartment, and Gregory thanked him later by slowly licking his entire body,
from the bottom of his feet to the top of his forehead, before they fucked. The sergeant
fucked him on his back that night, with Gregory’s legs wrapped around his waist. After
they came, he shoved his dick into Gregory’s hole as far as it would go, and he said, “I’m
going to miss you, buddy.”
Gregory reached forward and gently squeezed his huge biceps. Then he licked his
lips and said, “Hmm…I’m really going to miss you, too, sir.”
* * * *
In Japan, Gregory learned how to take shorthand, and he became a court reporter
for the U.S. Army. He liked his job and he was good at it. For fun, he met a few other
guys like Sgt. Buck who couldn’t wait to bend him over and spread his legs wide. The
Army food was awful, but he enjoyed the bathhouses in Tokyo. He liked relaxing in the warm tubs while three or four Asian guys rubbed and caressed his naked body with oils
and soaps. He learned all about dildos one weekend when he was on leave; he found a
place where he could lie in a sling suspended in mid-air while someone slipped a fake
cock in and out of his hole for hours. While they did this, and his legs were spread open,
he closed his eyes, held his dick, and imagined Kadin’s handsome face the entire time.
When he wrote his family back home, he always thanked his father for not
talking him out of the service. “I’ve met some of the greatest guys here,” he wrote once.
“Guys I’ll never forget. They made a real man out of me.” He did this on purpose; he
