Date: Wed, 14 Jan 2009 15:36:46 +0000
From: hankster1430@bellsouth.net
Subject: Cycle of Love Short Story

The Cycle of Love
Part One
Boy Meets Boy (1950)

It was hard to say who was more frightened.  They were both one day past
their eighteenth birthdays.  Joe was from Manhattan and Kurt was from
Peoria.  They had arrived at the train station in Chicago on separate
trains and were instructed to look for a chief petty officer, who would
take them on an escorted bus to Great Lakes Naval Training Station.
Neither had any idea how many other guys would be joining them.

Joe spotted Chief Martin first.  He was standing in the main terminal
holding a placard reading "Great Lakes."  He approached him, but didn't
know exactly what to say.  The Chief spoke first.  "Name?" he asked.

"Joe Carlone," he answered.  The chief searched a paper fastened to a
clipboard, and made a check mark.

"Join those other recruits over there," he said, as his head nodded toward
a group of equally scared boys huddled together about ten feet from where
he now stood.  Joe added himself to the group, and nodded at no one in
particular as he blended in.  Nobody in the pack was talking.

About five minutes later Kurt joined the group.  He was scared to death,
but he was also a pretty friendly country boy.  Joe was standing closest to
him.  Kurt thrust his hand at Joe and said, "Hi, I'm Kurt Carlson.  Pleased
to meet you."

Actually Joe was relieved that someone had broken the ice.  He returned
Kurt's handshake, and almost immediately everyone was shaking hands and
making introductions.  Within an hour, there were fifty of them.  The Chief
approached and asked for attention.

"There are two buses waiting outside the terminal.  I want you to assemble
curbside.  When I call your name, I want you to enter the bus you are
assigned to and start filling it from the rear.  Move it!"

They all rushed outside.  All any of them had with them was a small
toiletry kit which they had been instructed to fill with a toothbrush,
toothpaste, a razor and shaving cream.

"We'll start with bus one," Chief Martin instructed the youths.  "Abrams,
Arthur, Atkins, Bates, Beck, Brooks, Carlone, Carlson......."  He continued
until each bus was full.  Joe and Kurt ended up sharing a seat on the way
to the naval base.  Because everything was assigned alphabetically, they
shared an upper and a lower bunk as well in the fifty man barracks which
was to be their home for ninety days, and the home of Company C.

Joe hardly spoke on the way to the base.  He kept looking out the window at
the rural scenery, which he saw precious little of in New York.  Kurt just
kept yakking away, about life on the farm, his parents, his sisters, his
high school chums.  Finally he said to Joe, "Tell me about you."

"What's to tell?  I barely made it through high school.  My dad OD'd last
year.  I'm the youngest in my family.  My two brothers were long gone when
my dad died, God knows where, and my mom couldn't feed the two of us, so I
joined up."

"Wow, I'm sorry," Kurt said.

"Why? It's no skin off your teeth.  Besides, now I'll get my three squares
and I won't have to steal.  I wasn't cut out for that street gang stuff."
Joe brushed off Kurt's sympathy.

The weeks flew by quickly.  Their days were filled with marching drills
(with and without rifles), calisthenics (with and without rifles), body
building, swimming classes, rifle practice, fire fighting, boxing, and
whatever else was going to make them into able bodied seamen.  Joe and Kurt
became friends to the whole company, but their own friendship was the
closest.  They shared a bed, so to speak, and they sat next to each other
in every class.  They even marched side by side, thanks to their names.

As their boot camp days progressed, Joe turned at least ten pounds of fat
into ten pounds of muscle.  Kurt gained another twelve pounds, all of it
muscle.  They kept telling each other how great they both looked.

Half way through the training, they were given a six hour pass.  It was
part of the training, and was designed to teach the recruits how to get
back to base within the allotted time.

The two boys donned their dress blues, added spit to their already shiny
black shoes, and admired how great they looked in Uncle Sam's uniforms.  As
soon as they left the base, they cocked their sailor hats at a precarious
angle.  It was far from regulation, but they both looked quite dapper and
handsome.

Time was short so they took the train from the base to the nearest city,
Waukegan, IL.  They strolled along the street nearest the train station and
found a small restaurant.  They each had a cheeseburger and a milkshake for
lunch.  The cheeseburger was disappointing.  It was greasy and fatty, but
the milkshake was like nectar to the two sailors.  When they finished
lunch, they started to stroll back to the train station.  They had plenty
of time, but they decided to take the first train back to the base anyway.

When they reached the station, there was nobody else on the platform.  They
sat down on a bench to await the train.  As they sat down their hands
accidently touched as they placed them on the seat.  Joe's first impulse
was to pull away, but he decided not to.  Why draw attention to a little
accident?  Kurt didn't seem very anxious to change the situation either.

They sat silently until Joe said, "I gotta take a leak.  I'll be right
back."  As he stood up, Kurt did the same.

"I need to go too," Kurt said, and they went to find the men's room.  Now
both boys had seen each other naked in the showers, and more than once they
had peed and even shit next to each other, but somehow doing it here in a
public place outside the base, was a little awkward for both of them.

As they were peeing side by side, Joe started to laugh.

"What's so funny?" Kurt asked.

"I haven't whacked off since I left home.  I'm afraid of getting caught,
and I am so horny," Joe explained.

"Me too," Kurt agreed.  "Why don't you go into a stall and do it.  I'll
keep watch, and then you can do that for me"

"Why not?" Joe answered.  He finished peeing, and never tucking his cock
back in, he headed for the stall.  Kurt could not help but notice that his
buddy was rock hard.  As soon as Joe closed the stall door, Kurt looked
around. The bathroom had a lock on the door and he walked over and engaged
the lock.  What the hell.  Then he yelled to Joe, "Don't be nervous,
friend, I locked the door."

Kurt was picturing what was happening behind the door and he took his cock
out and started stroking it.  He had never been with a girl.  His
preference was always for other boys, but he had successfully suppressed it
and so he was still a virgin.  As he got near his climax, he began to
fantasize sucking Joe's cock.  The idea scared him so much that he stopped
jerking off and returned his fast shrinking cock into his pants.

He realized that Joe wasn't done yet, but he had nearly cum already.  He
called through the booth, "What's taking so long?"

"I don't know.  Come in here, would you."  Kurt's heart began to pound.  He
had no time to digest what Joe had said and he opened the door.  Joe was
whacking away, but his cock was soft compared to a few minutes ago.

"Jerk off with me," he said, "like a circle jerk.  I'm used to those.  It
will help."  Kurt didn't need to be told twice.  He whipped out his cock
which was hardening once again.

"Wait," Joe said, and he handed Kurt a wad of toilet paper.  "Catch your
spunk in this so you don't get dirty."  Kurt took the wad of paper in his
left hand and resumed jerking off.  The two boys stared steadily at each
other, Joe seated on the toilet seat, and Kurt standing facing him.  Only
when he found himself reaching the end, did Kurt close his eyes and let
loose.  When he opened his eyes, Joe was still at it, but he could tell
that he was getting close.  Without giving it a thought, he pushed Joe's
hand away from his cock and he started to whack his buddy off.  Joe was
happy to let him.  He slid down a bit more on the toilet seat and began to
moan.  His eyes rolled up in his head and with a stifled scream, he came.
Joe had remembered the wad of paper in his hand and put it over his cock
head just in time to keep from splattering both of them.

They did nothing for a moment and then Joe said, "Give me your paper."
Trance like Kurt obeyed Joe's request.  Joe threw both wads into the toilet
and flushed them down.  They both began to dress and finally Kurt said with
a sob, "I'm really sorry, Joe.  I don't know what came over me."

"Why are you sorry?  That was simply the greatest."  He turned toward Kurt
and kissed him on the lips.  Kurt was startled but regained his composure
quickly.  He kissed back hard, until their lips parted and their tongues
began to slide over each other.

Kurt said, "Don't hate me and please don't turn me in, but I have always
thought I was gay and I know I love you."

Joe kissed Kurt harder.  "Me too," he murmured.

When they left the bathroom, the platform was still empty, but a few
minutes later they were joined by a few other young men from their company.

Early in their training, they had been asked to name their preference for
specialized training after boot camp.  Neither Joe nor Kurt had any
thoughts on what they wanted to do, so they left the card blank.
Consequently they were assigned to whatever was available.  Both shook in
their seats as Chief Martin read their assignments.  Kurt was going to
Yeoman's school in San Diego and Joe was remaining here at Great Lakes to
attend Hospital Corps School.  Neither was disappointed.  Joe was actually
thrilled.  Hospital Corpsmen were often reassigned to the Marine Corps.  If
he was transferred to the Marines, that would be really cool.

Then they realized that they would be separated by nearly half a continent.
Their joy was short lived.

Part Two Boy Loses Boy

The members of the company received a two week leave before reporting to
their next assignments.  Joe had no place to go and Kurt begged him to come
home with him.  "I spoke to my folks and they would love it," he assured
Joe.

I've never been on a farm," he told Kurt as if Kurt didn't know.  "Do you
really fuck sheep?"

Kurt groaned and socked Joe on the arm.

The Carsons were very hospitable and Kurt's two younger sisters flirted
with Joe the entire time he was there.  He could have had either of the
farmer's daughters, but he had his eye on the farmer's son.  The boys both
shared Kurt's room which only had a three quarter size mattress.

The innocent Carsons never dreamed that anything improper could occur so
they apologized to Joe that they couldn't offer him a room of his own or at
least a larger bed.  They did call around to see if any of their neighbors
had a cot, but they were unsuccessful.

The first night, the boys went to bed in their skivvies.  "Let's do it
again," Kurt whispered as his lips brushed against Joe's.

"We can do better than that," Joe said.  Before Kurt knew what was
happening, Joe pulled Kurt's underwear down and pulled it off his ankles.

"What did you have in mind?" Kurt asked seductively.

"Let me show you," Joe said.  He leaned over Kurt and began to suckle his
nipples.  Kurt purred like a kitten.  Then Joe went down further and drove
his tongue into Kurt's innie.  Finally he started to lick Kurt's inner
thighs and his balls.  He sucked the sweet spot between Kurt's crack and
his balls, lingering there quite awhile.  At last, he started to lick
Kurt's rock hard shaft.  He rolled his tongue all over Kurt's cockhead and
parted his piss slit with his tongue.  Kurt was rolling back and forth on
the bed.  Then it happened.  Joe took Kurt's seven inch, uncut cock slowly
into his mouth.  He took as much as he could and started sucking away.  He
couldn't believe how good it tasted, and Kurt could not believe how good it
felt.

Suddenly Kurt pushed his fist into his mouth and came.  Spurt after spurt
invaded Joe's mouth.  Joe was pleased at how good it tasted and he just
kept swallowing until it was all gone, and Kurt began to shrink.

"That was awesome," Kurt said.  "You've done this many times before,
haven't you?"

"I swear this is the first time.  Ever since you whacked me off, I have
practiced in my head just what I would do to you if we were ever fortunate
enough to have sex together.  You benefitted from my imagination."

Kurt rolled over Joe and began kissing him.  "Let me show you what I
dreamed of doing."  He started with Joe's mouth, kissing him sensuously.
Down he moved, to Joe's neck, nipples and navel.  Joe thought Kurt would
now go down and hit pay dirt, but instead he rolled Joe over.  His tongue
wandered up and down Joe's back and reached his bubbly ass.  Kurt squeezed
and kissed Joe's cheeks.  Then he parted them and ran his tongue up and
down Joe's crack.  At strategic moments, he inserted his tongue.  It
thrilled Kurt to hear Joe sighing with pleasure.

"You're torturing me," Joe said, so Kurt turned him over and went down on
Joe's waiting cock.

"Save some of the juice for me," Joe said.  "It tastes so good."


Mr. Carson knocked loudly on their door the next morning before dawn and
roused them both.  The two lads were expected to help on the farm during
their stay.  The pair was so healthy and fit, that they finished their
chores early and had a good deal of the day to themselves.  Kurt's father
was amazed at how strong and muscular his son had become in three short
months.  He was so proud of him.

They rose so early on the farm that showers were taken at night.  Joe
showered before Kurt and when Kurt came into their room and closed the door
behind him, he had something in the pocket of his robe.  He pulled out a
jar of petroleum jelly and announced to Joe that tonight was their big
night.

"You can fuck me first," he told Joe.  He lay down on his back and raised
his legs exposing his asshole.  He handed the jar to Joe and said, "Grease
me good, lover."  Joe applied the jelly to two of his fingers and inserted
both gently into Kurt's crack.

"Awesome!" Kurt croaked.  Encouraged by Kurt's reaction, Joe greased his
cock, placed it at Kurt's hole and began to push gently.  Kurt flinched and
Joe stopped abruptly.  Kurt could not talk.  He wrapped his legs around
Joe's ass and pushed him in slowly.  Joe's head went past the sphincter and
suddenly he sank all the way in.

"Don't move yet," Kurt pleaded.  "Let's enjoy the moment."  Nature isn't so
patient, and involuntarily they both began the dance of love.  Joe was able
to stop himself twice from cumming, but eventually he had to let loose.
His jism filled Kurt's hole and some of it began to drip out.  When Joe's
cock shrunk and fell out, Joe scooped up the spunk on Kurt's ass and they
both feasted on it.

"Have I told you how much I love you?" Joe asked Kurt.

"No, but you can show me."  Kurt began to lubricate Joe's ass.


Never did time go faster for either of them.  They promised to write to
each other every day.  At night they cried together in contemplation of the
inevitable.  The morning came for departure.  Joe kissed Mrs. Carson and
Kurt's two sisters goodbye, and Mr. Carson drove him and Kurt to the train
station.  He and Kurt could not show their affection at the station and had
said their goodbyes the night before.

They would be together until Chicago.  Then Joe would take the train to the
naval base and Kurt would take a cab to the airport to board his flight to
San Diego.  On the train they held hands under a blanket and occasionally
fondled each other.  Both sets of eyes were moist with tears.

Part Three Boy Finds Boy (1950-1959)

At first they wrote to each other daily, then once or twice a week, then
occasionally, and then not at all.  If life was a romance novel, this would
not have happened, but life is reality.  It's difficult to stay in love
when there is so much distance between you, especially when there are so
many other hot bodies surrounding you.

Kurt finished his school and remained in San Diego at the naval base.
After a year he was assigned duty on an aircraft carrier.  He concluded his
hitch on that ship and after discharge he returned to the farm which would
be all his very shortly.  He would regret it in years to come, but he
married one of his high school girlfriends.  They had two children, but
eventually she started cheating on Kurt.  Kurt took full responsibility,
because he hardly ever touched her.  They divorced five years after they
married.

When Joe finished school, he was assigned to the naval hospital in
Philadelphia, PA.  He remained there for a few months and then he was
deployed overseas and was transferred to the First Marine Division.  He saw
almost a year of combat duty in Korea.  From there he went to the naval
hospital in Yokosuka, Japan.  He was discharged from there.

He returned to New York and located his mother.  She had remarried and was
doing just fine.  Using the GI Bill and all the money he had squirreled
away while he served in the navy, he enrolled in nursing school at NYU.

The first day there he met Tony.  Tony was just out of high school.  He had
just turned eighteen, and had never served in any of the armed forces.
They were the only two males in the class and so they bunked together, and
became good friends.  They had little time for recreation and studied long
hours together.

One day, Joe said, "We are getting real stale.  We need a break.  What do
you say we take a night off and just relax at some bar?"

"It sounds like a plan to me," Tony said.  "Do you have a place in mind?"

"Actually I do.  It's called The Hot Spot."

Tony started to laugh.  "I know that place well.  It's my favorite gay
bar."

"Mine too," Joe agreed.  "Why didn't you tell me you were gay?"

"You never asked," Tony said, "and I'm not in the habit of outing myself."

They went to the bar that night and Tony introduced Joe to some of his
friends who were there, and Joe introduced Tony to some of his.  They had a
couple of drinks and then began to dance.  It was in the days before disco
took over the gay bars.  The music at this time was slow and romantic, and
when you danced you actually touched your partner.

The dance floor was crowded and the two nursing students were crammed
together.  It didn't take too much imagination for Joe to feel Tony's
hardon rubbing against him.  That got him going and before long he was
grinding against Tony.  Moved by the romantic music, they kissed, really
without knowing they were doing it.  They kissed over and over.

Tony put his hands on Joe's ass and pushed him harder against him.  "I
think I'd like to go home," he said.

It is honest to say that at first they were only fuck buddies.  But little
by little they realized that neither wanted to be with anyone else.  Even
when they weren't having sex, they would have fun together.  They enjoyed
being together, studying together, eating together, going to movies and
plays together.  If they were apart, they were at loose ends.  They found
themselves yearning for each other.

One evening, Joe returned to their dorm room after having had dinner at his
mother's apartment.  When he opened the door, he found Tony crying.

"What's the matter?" Joe asked and swooped Tony into his arms.

"We're the matter," Tony wailed.  "I don't want you to go to your mother
without me, and I don't want to visit my folks without you.  I can't stand
doing things and going places without you.  I want us to be a couple.  I
love you, dammit.  I'm half a person without you.  I'm useless without you.
Pity me!"

All the while he was wailing, Joe's arms were wrapped around him.  "Jerk,"
Joe said, "I love you too.  I made up my mind month's ago that you and I
were for life."

Mimicking the old silent movie heroes he said to Tony, "Kiss me, fool!!!
And when you are through kissing me, I'd be much obliged if you would fuck
me or vice versa."

"Your wish is my command," Tony said, continuing to play a part in an old
movie.

It is safe to say that Joe never thought of Kurt again.  He could hardly
remember him.  Not so for Kurt.  He constantly thought of Joe and his lost
love.  Every time he whacked off, Joe was his fantasy lover.  He never
found anyone else to fill the void in his life.


Author's Note: I know all you readers are thinking this story is
autobiographical.  Those of you, who know me, know that I grew up in New
York.  I was a hospital corpsman in the navy and in the Marine Corps during
the Korean War.  I trained at Great Lakes and served in the Philadelphia
Naval Hospital and the naval hospital in Yokosuka, Japan, as well.  But I
assure you, the story is pure fiction.  I am not a nurse. I guess the
entire story is what I would have liked to have happened to me, but it
never did.  HB