Date: Fri, 16 Nov 2012 12:54:38 -0800 (PST)
From: RedDirt Writer <reddirtwriter@yahoo.com>
Subject: Digitals & Denim
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<><><><>
Kyle walked slowly through the scorching heat, determined to get a
little down time during his first leave since being assigned to this base.
But as he had discovered, August in southwestern Oklahoma was a far cry
from his central Wisconsin suburban background. The heat was relentless,
each day fused to the next with highs over 100 degrees.
But Kyle hadn't joined the Army for the normal reasons of duty and
honor, although he believed in those ideas. He'd joined hoping the Army
would cure him, to make him into a man instead of a fag who liked guys. For
as long as he could remember he'd been drawn to guys, and as he got older
he realized that it wasn't normal to be attracted to someone of the same
sex. After puberty, the pull had become almost unbearable. In high school
he'd resisted the urges, dated girls and had actually gotten a reputation
as a player since he never dated a girl very long.
Having escaped high school with his secret intact, he'd hoped that
college would be the time he'd leave these unnatural feeling behind. But
his roommate had been on the college lacrosse team and was well over six
feet tall with rippling muscles. The sight of Clint walking around the room
naked on a daily basis left Kyle in a near constant state of arousal. After
one particular drunken episode, Kyle woke to the dim memories of sucking a
cock, and the faint taste of cum. In a panic, Kyle had left school and
enlisted. He'd told his parents that he needed some time before college,
but Kyle had hoped the military would cure him.
But it had only gotten worse. Surrounded with hot young guys on a
daily basis was only making Kyle into a walking erection. Some of the guys
had even started teasing him about needing a woman so his morning wood
didn't last until nightfall. He was hoping a little time away from the
barracks would help. Kyle desperately needed something to change.
Pausing to look for the hallmark blue door of the bar, he spotted it
through the simmering heat only a block or so away. He quickened his pace
and was soon grabbing the scorching hot handle and yanking the door
open. Kyle stepped into the inky blackness and let the door shut behind
him. Pausing to let his eyes adjust to the dim light, Kyle enjoyed the
chill of refrigerated air across his sweat-drenched skin. As he'd hoped,
the bar was largely deserted on a hot Saturday afternoon. The only other
person in the room was a damn cowboy listlessly knocking around the balls
on one of the pool tables.
The sight of the cowboy just served to make his already bad mood
deteriorate. It hadn't taken Kyle long after arriving in Oklahoma to
realize he intensely disliked the locals. They were all backward southern
rednecks so far as he was concerned, and he really didn't want to get to
know any of them. A few had tried to strike up a conversation with him, but
he had cut them off quickly, making it clear that he wasn't anyone's buddy,
son, friend, dude, or any other homey expression, all of which he hated. He
didn't want friendly, he didn't want homey. Regardless of what anyone else
might feel, Kyle didn't find the quaint country folk persona at all
appealing.
Kyle walked to the bar and ordered a beer. Raising the glass to his
lips, he drained half of it without stopping, it's icy content going a long
way to improving his disposition. After only a few minutes, he had emptied
his first glass and motioned to the bartender for a second. Leaving money
on the bar, Kyle walked over and watched the cowboy while savoring his
second beer. As he watched, he realized this guy was about the same age as
himself, which lessened his distaste some. Lining up his last shot, the
cowboy finished his game, glanced up to Kyle and nodded.
"Hey, interested in a game?"
"Sure, why not. Name's Kyle."
"Ian. Pleased to me ya, Kyle," came the reply, "What's your
pleasure?"
"Eight-ball."
Ian smiled and handed Kyle the rack, "Rack 'em, dude."
Kyle quickly setup the game. As they played, Kyle was surprised to
find that he was relaxing in Ian's company. Afternoon melted into evening
with a few more people wandering into the bar. Kyle was actually enjoying
the companionship with Ian, the evening slid past as they played game after
game. At some point in the evening, Kyle had started ordering tequila shots
for the two of them, but he drank the lion's share of the liquor.
Eventually the bartender cut him off, much to his distain.
"Fuckers!" slurred Kyle, "They cud jess give'm my fuck'n drink."
"It's ok, Kyle. It's probably time for us to both head home," said
Ian.
"Fuck. Whatever. Base's close, I walked."
"You sure you don't need a ride?" asked Ian.
"Soldiers don't get rides!" Kyle said, and then giggled. "Oops, that
wasn't a manly laugh was it." He stammered out.
Ian chuckled at the drunken soldier, wondering if he should let Kyle
walk back. Looking up, he saw Kyle stumbling toward the door. Quickly he
put away their cues and raced after him. Kyle barely made it through the
doorway before he had to catch himself on the door frame to keep from
falling face first onto the concrete sidewalk. Ian chuckled as he took Kyle
by the arm to steady him.
"Easy there. I'm not sure you can walk a few feet, much less a few
miles. Come on, you can crash on my couch tonight and I'll drive you back
to the base tomorrow."
"I kin walk . . ." Kyle said with a slur.
"Come on, Private. Let's get you to bed before you pass out," said
Ian. With that, Ian wedged his shoulder under Kyle's armpit, then brought
his arm around Ian's shoulders. Almost carrying Kyle, he managed to get
the very inebriated man to his pickup. Yanking open the door, Ian shoved
Kyle into the seat and buckled him in for the ride home. Ian had a vague
worry that he might have taken on more than he could deal with, but he
couldn't leave Kyle to fend for himself as drunk as he was.
<><><><>
The trip to his house ended quickly as Ian's mind kept wandering to
the man passed out beside him. Pulling into the gravel driveway of the
small house provided as part of his job as ranch hand, he soon found
himself struggling to get the passenger into his tiny home. After he
lowered Kyle to the couch, he rummaged through his closet and found an
extra pillow and sheet. Laying the bedding beside the couch, Ian looked
down at the hunky soldier, trying to decide if he should leave him dressed,
or try to make him more comfortable. Ian wasn't sure what the morning
fallout might be, but if he didn't Kyle was going to spend the night
sleeping in clothes soaked with sweat and spilled beer. The decision
finally became a practical matter; if he stripped Kyle he would only have
to wash the sheet, not end up trying to get stink of stale beer out of his
couch. Ian had learned to be very frugal with his limited money ever since
his parents had thrown him out.
With the decision made, Ian moved quickly get it done. He started by
slipping off Kyle's shoes and socks, to be enveloped in the strong scent of
a man. As the pheromones drifted through his system, Ian could feel his
cock begin to swell and stiffen. Unbuttoning Kyle's shirt, Ian was having
an almost overwhelming need to run his hands over the hard body leaning
against him. Finally getting the shirt off Kyle's body, Ian let him slump
to against the cushion and stepped back to regain self-control. Looking
down he realized this hot army boy was even more handsome than he'd
originally thought. Even in the dim light coming from the small kitchen
light, he couldn't help but marvel at the deep olive skin and the wonderful
fan of hair covering Kyle's chest.
Mesmerized, Ian reached down and almost touched the man sprawled
across his couch. He desperately wanted to let his fingers slide through
Kyle's hair chest. But Ian's integrity refused to allow him to betray
someone's trust that way, even if the other person would never know. As he
struggled with himself, Kyle suddenly moaned softly and shifted his body
across the couch. The movement brought Ian back to reality and he was
shocked that he'd even considered what would amount to molestation of the
unconscious soldier.
With his morals back firmly in place, Ian quickly unbuttoned Kyle's
pants and slid them off. He carefully laid them across the back of a chair
with the shirt that he picked up off the floor. Ian paused again to look at
the real life wet dream lying on his couch. The firm chest and its light
coating of hair, the flat stomach and a dense treasure trail that plunged
from his navel to disappear into his boxers. Ian could feel his now rock
hard cock flex in his jeans as he stared. Realizing he needed to leave the
living room before he did something he would regret later, Ian covered Kyle
with the sheet and walked quickly to the bedroom.
Once he was behind the closed bedroom door, he stripped to his white
briefs and looked down at the raging cock jutting from his crotch. The
growing wet spot was clear evidence that the hot guy passed out in the next
room was having a strong influence on him. Reaching over to the nightstand,
Ian turned off the last light in the house, plunging it into darkness. The
night filled room allowed Ian to relax. Spreading his legs, Ian moaned
softly as his hand played across the fabric trapping his cock and
balls. Closing his eyes, he began to fantasize about the hot soldier in the
next room.
Ian had long ago recognized his attraction for men, but because of a
combination of factors, he was still a virgin. At his small town Oklahoma
high school, life was miserable for those people who were even suspected of
being gay, and Ian had worked hard to not to be suspected. His total sexual
experience thus far was a mutual grope session with his best friend. But
that had only happened once, and they had never talked about it. Kyle
looked to be a few years older than Ian, and while Ian was sure he was
straight, he couldn't help but fantasize about being with Kyle. Ian pushed
his briefs down to his thighs and then coated the palm of his hand with
spit. He wrapped his dripping hand around his now throbbing cock and
imagined it was Kyle's hot mouth. Ian closed his eyes, imagining the scene
with the smoking hot soldier looking up at him with his mouth filled with
Ian's granite hard cock. The thought of his cock stuffed in the handsome
man's mouth was enough to elicit a rumbling moan from Ian.
As the fantasy progressed, Ian reached lower, fondling his nuts as he
vividly envisioned his first oral sex with this relative stranger. Gripping
his cock tightly, Ian pulled his fingers upward, stripping its accumulated
precum. Rubbing his hand over the glistening secretion, he quickly smeared
it over his dick, covering it completely. Gripping the head of his cock
tightly, Ian rotated his hand around his cockhead, imaging Kyle's tongue
swirling around its rim. The sensation flooded Ian's system with jolts of
lust, the thought of the hot man sleeping just feet away firing the passion
even harder.
"Oh fuck, Kyle. Shit yeah! Suck it, lick my big cock," whispered Ian.
Ian let his hand trail lower, using his finger to tease his pulsing
hole. Pressing his finger tight against his puckered ass, he reveled in the
stimulation of a major erogenous zone for him. As he stroked his work
roughened finger against his hole, his cock belched up stream after stream
of precum until his crotch was wet with the viscous secretion. Ian ran his
finger through the pool of clear discharge, coating it with the
precum. Quickly shifting his dripping finger against his pulsing hole, he
pressed inward feeling his gut slowly relax as his finger slid deeper and
deeper. Once it was completely buried, Ian let out a moan at the sensations
flooding his body. Slowly pumping his finger in and out, he again was
engulfed in his fantasy, imagining Kyle pushing his thick cock inside
him. In the past when Ian had found his sweet spot, it usually started a
full body orgasm that left him gasping for breath. This time he was better
able to control himself, his body shaking as he gently stroked over his
prostate.
Eventually ready for more, Ian's let his finger slide, and then stuck
two fingers in his mouth. Licking and sucking on them, he again drifted
into a world where Kyle was his lover. He could almost feel the soft skin
over the steel hard cock as he imagined Kyle's cock slipping over his
lips. The fantasy continued for several minutes before Ian released his wet
fingers with a popping sound. Dropping his hand to his butt, Ian again
pressed them into his gut, sucking in a breath as his ass stretched to
accommodate the thicker intruder. Soon his finger thrusts were becoming
more and more urgent, while his free hand gripped and squeezed his hard
cock. Ian felt himself plunge into an orgasm as his entire body began to
shake.
Cum shot from his cock, leaving a trail of white across his
chest. Ian's muscles locked as he tried to keep from screaming with the
release. His body trembled as his orgasm rolled on and on. Distantly Ian
was amazed at the ferocity of his climax, but finally he was able to
relax. As he squeezed the last drops of cum from his softening cock, he
looked down and smiled at his coated chest. Dropping his fingers to slide
through the thick cum coating, he sadly smiled toward the living room in
the acknowledgment that this attraction could never be more than his
imagination.
<><><><>
"What the fuck! Where am I! Where are my goddamn clothes!" shouted
Kyle.
"Good morning to you too," said Ian with a groan as he walked from
his bedroom trying to wipe the sleep from his eyes. "You're at my house and
your clothes are beside the couch. You were too drunk to walk back to base
last night."
Kyle kicked off the sheet, and immediately tried to cover his morning
wood that was pushing his boxers obscenely from his crotch. Turning his ass
to Ian, he grabbed his pants and started yanking them over his legs. Once
they were fastened, he quickly pulled on his shirt, then the socks.
Ian yawned and stretched; his jack-off session late last night seemed
to have satiated his cock since it was behaving well this morning. He had
enjoyed the sight of Kyle's round tight ass and was a little sad when he
sat down to finish dressing. Ian watched for a few more minutes while Kyle
seemed frantic to get out of his tiny home.
"If you'll wait a minute I can fix some breakfast for us," said Ian
with another yawn.
"I don't want no fucking redneck cooking for me, ever," spouted off
Kyle. Realizing he might not want to insult this stranger just yet, he
added, "No offense . . ."
Ian's eyes narrowed to slits as he watched the solder finish dressing
before he responded, "Oh fuck no, that's not offensive at all. Next time
I'll just let you pass out in the damn alley and see what you have left in
the morning, if you wake up the next morning," said Ian blisteringly.
Kyle paused, looked at Ian and then pulled out his wallet to see if
he still had his money. When he looked back up, he found the younger man's
face was deep red with fury.
"You must be fuck'n kidding me! You think I robbed you? You asshole!"
Kyle stopped, started to apologize, and then decided there was no
need. He knew he would never see Ian again, so what difference did it make
if they left on good terms or not. Pulling on the last of his clothes, Kyle
looked around the couch to make sure he had everything and then glanced
back at Ian.
"Thanks," said Kyle. Turning, he walked out the door, and froze on
the porch. Surrounding this little oasis was mile after mile of rolling
prairie. There wasn't even another house that Kyle could see. He turned
back to Ian with desperation etched across his face. He wasn't even sure
which direction he was from the base.
"Wha's wrong buddy? Ya'll can't git back inter town er sumton?"
drawled Ian with a nearly indecipherable accent.
"Hey look. I'm sorry. I'm just not looking to make friends. I already
told you I appreciated you bringing me back. Now can you take me to town?"
"Let the backward redneck have his breakfast, then we'll see how I
feel about helping your rude Yankee ass," said Ian with more than a little
venom.
Ian disappeared into his bedroom and quickly came back pulling on a
t-shirt. He brought eggs and bacon out of the fridge and without another
look at Kyle started looking through his pantry for ideas. Smiling to
himself, Ian decided it might be a good morning for some made-from-scratch
biscuits, or maybe French toast. Hell, maybe he'd just fix both. He
suddenly had a tremendous appetite.
<><><><>
Weeks later the memory of Kyle remained sharp in Ian's memory. Once
the anger at his rudeness began to lessen, he realized there was an
attraction he didn't quite understand. When he arose each morning before
dawn to begin his work on the ranch, he thought of the night with Kyle
sprawled across his couch. Even when he was building new fence through the
miserable August afternoon, thoughts of Kyle drifted through his mind. He
wasn't quite sure why this particular soldier had stuck with him so
tenaciously, but he was constantly daydreaming about his hot young
stranger. Ian thought the feelings and memories would fade, but they only
seemed to intensify. Even a hot Saturday afternoon trip into town for
supplies was no exception. As he was dwelling on Kyle yet again, he caught
the sight of a soldier walking down the side of the rural highway.
Slowing, Ian pulled beside the slowly walking figure and rolled down his
window.
"Need a ride?"
Ian was shocked when Kyle looked up at him. But it was no less than
the surprise etched across Kyle's face when he realized that he knew the
driver.
"Nah, I'm fine. It's only a few more miles," said Kyle.
"It's 15 miles and it's already 90. If you wanna walk that's fine. No
skin off my nose."
Kyle paused, looking down the road to see the heat already creating a
shimmer over the asphalt. As he felt another drop of sweat slowly roll down
his backbone, he decided his stubborn pride could rest for today.
"Yeah, ok. I wouldn't mind a ride. I just need to get back to the
base," said Kyle.
"Well I have a couple of errands to run. I can drop you off wherever
once I'm done," replied Ian.
"That's fine. I don't actually have to be back until Sunday night,"
said Kyle, who quickly jumped into the truck. As the pickup rolled down the
largely deserted rural highway, the two of them began to talk with each
other and soon discovered they had a few things in common, a few favorite
dishes and a love of Mexican food to name a few.
Ian stopped at a drive-in for lunch and the two of them shared
stories of growing up. Kyle described being the only child of upper middle
class conservative parents. Ian talked about growing up on his family's
farm. Ian shared his memories of a childhood spent outdoors, working with
animals, and Kyle could tell it was a life Ian loved. But Ian also noticed
that Kyle only talked about memories of childhood, nothing past
adolescence. Finishing the last of their burgers, Ian turned and said,
"I'm done with the errands. Where did you want me to drop you off at?"
Kyle paused to consider, finally breaking the long silence he said,
"Actually, I was enjoying just hang'n with you. Do ya want to go back to
your house and chill for a while?"
Ian looked at Kyle with suspicion in his eyes, not certain he could
trust his intuition about Kyle again. But something inside told him to give
Kyle a second chance. If nothing else, he rationalized, more time with
Kyle would give him more material for his fantasies. Deciding to take a
chance, Ian turned to Kyle and nodded.
"Sure, but my AC isn't working too well so it's kinda hot," said Ian.
"Is the beer cold?" asked Kyle.
"Yeah," said Ian with a laugh.
<><><><>
As soon as they walked into the house, Ian started stripping. Within
minutes he was walking around in nothing but a tight pair of white
briefs. He turned on the arthritic window unit that slowly coughed into
service and started blowing cooler air into the room. Ian flipped on the
television and turned to see that Kyle hadn't moved.
"Get comfortable if ya want. It'll take Bertha some time to cool this
place off," said Ian as he retrieved two ice-cold beers from the
refrigerator.
Kyle reached up and took one of the bottles. "Nah, I'm good for
now. What's on the boobtube?"
Ian chuckled and started flipping channels. He eventually stopped on
a hunting channel and settled back to watch them stalking deer through the
deep snow, one of many things he had never experienced. But Kyle seemed
interested, so they settled in to watch.
Several beers later they were both feeling very relaxed. Ian reach
down and scratched his nuts and watched a bead of sweat slowly roll down
Kyle's cheek.
"Aren't you fuck'n burning up? I already told ya you could ditch the
clothes," said Ian with a laugh.
Kyle looked over, shrugged and started stripping. He quickly took off
his shirt and threw it over his chair. Ian licked his lips as he glanced at
Kyle's broad muscular chest, with its perfect dusting of hair. His
half-dollar sized nipples were distended from the heat and added to the
overall effect that was causing Ian's cock to stiffen. Not wanting to throw
a boner in front of Kyle, he turned back to the TV in time to see them
gutting a buck. As he watched the final scenes of the show, he drained the
last drops of beer from his bottle. Ian walked to the kitchen to retrieve
another longneck for each of them and saw that Kyle had stripped to his
boxers. Then Ian smiled as he realized Kyle had his hand inside his boxers,
scratching himself. Coming back through, he handed Kyle one of the beers.
"Cooler now?" asked Ian.
"Oh, fuck yeah," replied Kyle with a sigh, taking a gulp from the
cold bottle.
Ian sat back down, but the show in his living room was far more
interesting than the one on his television. Kyle's hand was inside his
boxers more than not and Ian was enjoying what he was seeing. As Kyle
slowly stroked his cock it was pressed against the thin fabric. Ian could
clearly see his foreskin sliding up and down the stiff shaft.
"Damn, I need to get off. I'm so fuck'n horny right now," said Kyle.
"Fuck yeah. I know how you feel. I'm horny as a three spotted goat
myself," said Ian with a sigh.
"You got some porn we could watch? I really need to unload," said
Kyle.
Ian moved to his stash of porn and rifled through it for a bi
movie. He popped it in the player and moved back, this time sitting beside
Kyle. They quietly watched the first scene as the two actors kissed
passionately as the girl the scene opened with slowly disappeared. As the
action progressed, Ian glanced over to see Kyle almost panting as he
watched one of the actors first rim the other, and then slowly slide his
huge cock deep inside the other man's ass.
The movie soon had Kyle hard and throbbing. As the action on the
screen progressed, his barriers to accepting himself thinned until they
were almost non-existent. He hesitantly looked at Ian, suddenly feeling
the need to be honest with someone about his emotions, and instinctively
knowing Ian was a good choice.
"Hey Ian, I need to tell you something," said Kyle almost in a
whisper.
Ian turned from the video and looked at Kyle, "Yeah? Something
wrong?"
"No, yes, maybe, hell I don't know," said Kyle in exasperation.
Ian chuckled and grinned at Kyle, "Whatever it is, it can't be that
bad. Just spit it out."
"I think you're sexy," said Kyle, whose face was immediately filled
with a look of sheer panic. "I'll go, I'm sure you don't want some fag to
stay in your house. I left college and joined the Army to cure it, but I
really think you're hot as fuck. Sorry, I know you're straight, I should
just go."
Ian grabbed Kyle's arm as he stood to leave, stopping his exit. "It's
ok, Kyle. I think your fucking hot too, but I thought you were
straight. Come sit down. Just relax. If we are both in the mood, maybe we
can have a little fun tonight. But I'll warn you, watching porn is about as
much experience as I have," said Ian.
With a mutual smile, the pair settled next to each other with their
eyes glued to the video. As the second scene progressed, Ian felt Kyle's
hand slide into his lap and gently squeeze his package. Ian sighed with
pleasure; afraid Kyle would stop if he said anything. Soon he had fished
out Ian's cock and was stroking it in rhythm to the action on the
screen. Ian valiantly tried to think of anything other than what Kyle was
doing to keep from exploding. Finally he reached down and stopped Kyle's
hand, but left it in place.
"Dude, I'm about to nut. I need a little break," said Ian between
gasps for air.
Kyle leaned back against the couch and put his arms behind his
head. Smiling at Ian, he nodded to his tented boxers.
"How about a little help for me then. I haven't gotten off in a week
and my nuts are full."
"Oh yeah? Maybe I can help you out then," said Ian with a smirk. He
reached over and slipped his hand into the fly of Kyle's boxers. As his
fingers slipped past the soft cotton, he found a dense, wiry bush that was
soaked with precum. Trailing his fingers through the dense pubic hair, he
reached Kyle's hard cock and wrapped his fingers around it. Slowly he slid
his fingers up and down as he teased its entire length. Kyle was pressed
into the couch as Ian playfully worked his fingers over Kyle's cock,
sliding his finger inside the long foreskin and teased the head. Kyle let
out a low moan and started thrusting into Ian's hand.
"Oh yeah. That's it. Jerk my cock," said Kyle through a deep groan.
Ian pulled Kyle's cock out his fly. Taking it loosely in his hand, he
smeared precum over its surface until it was covered with the wet
secretion. Ian released Kyle's cock and watched the foreskin slither back
over its head until only a small circle of glans was showing. Ian watched
as another blob of clear cock honey belched out of Kyle's dick. Wrapping
his hand back around it, he slowly pulled the foreskin down, watching with
fascination as it unfurled to reveal steel hard cock.
Kyle watched him and chuckled, "Never saw an uncut one before?"
"No," replied Ian, "Everyone here is cut. I don't think they'd let
you outta the hospital with the wrapper still in place."
"Yeah, for some reason my parents didn't have me circumcised. It
wasn't really a topic I wanted to ask them a lot about though," said Kyle
with a chuckle.
"Does it feel. . . different?" asked Ian.
Kyle laughed, "Don't really know, I don't know how anything else
feels."
"Yeah, I guess that was kinda a stupid question," said Ian quietly.
"Yeah, whatever. You were a little busy doing something that I was
enjoying just a minute ago," said Kyle with a lifted eyebrow.
"Oh yeah," said Ian with a grin.
He immediately went back to his careful teasing as Kyle's moans of
appreciation escalated. Ian leaned down, took Kyle's nipple in his mouth
and flicked his tongue over it until it was a hard little nub that
protruded above the short hair on his chest. Moving to the other nipple, he
soon had it in a similar state. The sound emanating from Kyle had long ago
escalated to unintelligible gibberish as his climax built. Lifting his
head, Ian started to kiss Kyle gently on the lips.
Kyle's eyes flew open, with a disconcerted wild look in them. "I
don't kiss dudes. I'm not into it," said Kyle in a clipped tone.
"Oh," said Ian unable to keep the disappointment from his voice. "Ok,
that's fine."
Ian tried to start again, but Kyle's announcement had thrown
him. Deciding it was time to finish him off, he started jerking faster on
Kyle's hard cock. Ian did notice that Kyle hadn't softened at all, in spite
of the denial. Soon he was again enjoying the sex and he could tell Kyle
was getting close. Ian, still fascinated by the peek-a-boo action of Kyle's
cock as he jerked him, missed the obvious beginning signs of his orgasm
until the first shot jetted from his cock and left a stripe of hot cum
across Ian's chest. He looked up to see Kyle's mouth close tightly as his
body convulsed through the climax.
By the time Kyle finished, they were both covered with cum. Kyle's
eyes fluttered opened and he sucked in, filling his lungs with air.
"Oh god. I needed that so bad. Fuck, I feel amazing," said Kyle with
a smile.
He lay across the couch for several long minutes before he looked and
saw that Ian's cock was still hard as a rock. With an almost sweet smile,
Kyle ran his hands through the cum pooled on his belly, grabbed Ian's cock
and immediately started pounding it. Startled at first, Ian quickly lost
himself in the hand job. The sloppy wet sounds of cum around his cock added
to the pleasure. And unlike Kyle, Ian was anything but quiet.
"Fuck yeah!" yelled Ian, "Jerk that cock. Stroke my fuck'n fat cock!"
Ian's body fucked Kyle's hands, eagerly seeking release. His climax
was elusive as Kyle would hit a sweet spot, Ian would almost explode, then
Kyle would shift his hands and the sensation would escape. Finally the long
minutes of build up brought him to an awaited release. His hips thrust
wildly as his cock exploded. It sprayed in a long watery stream, hitting
Kyle on the side of his face. Smiling at Ian's response, Kyle continued to
pound his cock. Eventually the ropes of cum stopped jetting from his cock
and with a final sigh, Ian collapsed against the couch.
"Damn! I never thought you were going to hit the sweet spot long
enough," said Ian.
"Nah, it was good though wasn't it?" asked Kyle.
Ian ran his hand through the hair on Kyle's chest and smiled. "Yeah,
it was good and damn I came hard."
"See! Then it was worth the wait wasn't it?" said Kyle with a smile.
Ian smiled and let out a soft sigh. "Yeah, it was well worth the
wait." Ian relaxed for a few more minutes, his fingers idly playing over
his cum soaked chest. Eventually the feeling of warm cum sliding off him
motivated him to move. He slowly walked into the bathroom and cleaned
himself off with a wet cloth. Cleaning it carefully, he brought the cloth
into the living room and dropped it on Kyle's chest. Kyle quickly cleaned
himself and then walked back into the bathroom. Tossing the wet cloth into
the tub, he lifted his half hard cock and started pissing. Ian walked
behind him and watched the thick yellow stream arch into the toilet. After
watching for a few seconds, he fished his own cock out of his briefs and
joined Kyle in emptying his bladder.
Kyle shook off the last drops from his penis and then let his boxers
drop to the floor, walking out into the living room with his plump cock
swinging between his legs. Sauntering to the fridge, he bent over to
retrieve another beer, giving Ian a great view of the curly hair lining his
ass crack. Standing up, Kyle twisted the top off his beer. Leaning against
the counter, he smiled at Ian and then lifted the bottle and guzzled half
of it in a matter of seconds.
"That was good, really good. Definitely took the edge off. That was
about the biggest load I've ever shot," said Kyle with a smile.
"The only thing I've done before was some mutual groping, so this was
amazing. I came so hard that my body was shaking," agreed Ian.
"So, now what'd we do?" asked Kyle.
"You mean besides eat barbeque and shoot rats?" asked Ian with a
smile.
"Well, barbeque I like . . ."
"I'm kidding. But if we want to eat, we do need to go out to the
garden and get some stuff, or we're just going to be eating fried
hamburger," said Ian with a smile.
Kyle fidgeted for a few moments. This was starting to feel
uncomfortably familiar. He didn't want or need any ties, especially not a
queer backward country boy from hell- on-earth Oklahoma. But seeing they
had just finished an amazing mutual hand-job, Kyle decided he at least owed
the kid a few hours of his time.
"Sure, sounds great. Let's get going 'cause I'm starved!"
Ian chuckled and grabbed a pair of cutoff jeans, tucking himself in
and managing to get them zipped, adding a pair of flip-flops to complete
the look. He grabbed the bucket he used to harvest vegetables and headed
for the door.
"Hey!" said Kyle, "What about me? You got some spare shorts?"
"Sure," replied Ian, "Let me grab you a pair."
Ian loped back into his room and grabbed a second pair of shorts,
tossing them to Kyle. He stood and watched Kyle struggle to get into his
shorts, enjoying the show. Kyle was roughly the same size as Ian, but
months in the Army had left Kyle with more muscles, which also meant his
ass filled out the jeans amazingly well. But it also translated into Kyle
struggling to get all of his equipment in the cutoff jeans without catching
anything in the zipper. Finally after several minutes, Kyle managed to
close his zipper and they headed out the door.
As soon as they stepped outside, the blazing midday sun scorched down
on their bare shoulders. Kyle followed Ian around the tiny house. As soon
as they turned the corner, Kyle saw what seemed to him to be an enormous
garden. Kyle watched as Ian waded into a mass of low growing leaves and
bent down. Looking over curiously, Kyle saw that Ian was picking cucumbers,
quickly filling his bucket. After a few minutes, Ian looked up and motioned
to Kyle.
"Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna to help?" asked Ian
with a raised eyebrow.
Kyle stuttered for a minute, trying to figure out how to answer,
finally he blurted out. "I don't know how, we never had a garden."
Ian stood up, disbelief written across his face. He walked over and
grabbed Kyle's hand and pulled him into the garden. They made their way to
what looked like a waist high hedge. Ian pulled back the leaves and quickly
explained to Kyle how to harvest black-eyed peas. Ian stood and watched
until he was satisfied that Kyle knew what he was doing, and then moved to
another area of the garden.
The burning sun didn't encourage procrastination, but in spite of the
scorching heat Kyle and Ian began to relax with each other as they worked
side-by-side. As their time together stretched on, Kyle had to admit he was
enjoying Ian's company. As they came to the far side of the cultivated
area, he saw row after row of head high plants with huge flowers. Ian
walked over to the side of the garden, opened an old mailbox and pulled out
a couple of pairs of gloves. He handed one of the pairs to Kyle along with
a small knife.
Kyle looked down at the pink gloves with daisies around the wrists
and started laughing. "There's no fuck'n way I'm wearing these? These're
girlie gloves!"
"Suit yourself," said Ian as he pulled on a similar pair in lime
green and orange, "Okra has spines on it that will eat up your hands. The
gloves were on sale, I don't make a whole lot working here . . ." Ian
ducked his head and started down the row slicing off the small pods as he
moved quickly down the row. Kyle watched for a second, then tossed the
gloves to the ground, moving to the next row of plants and started
harvesting okra.
Working together, they quickly harvested the last of the garden
produce. Ian pulled off his gloves and turned for Kyle's. Seeing he had
tossed them to the ground, he stomped back down the row and grabbed
them. Walking back, he slapped them against his leg, cleaning off the
clinging red dirt. Ian stopped in front of Kyle with a scowl on his face,
"Like I said, I don't have much money. Everything has to be taken care of,
or I don't have it. You may come from money, but I don't"
Kyle started to retort that his family was not rich, but he paused to
think about it. His parents always had a new car. Even he and his siblings
had been given nice vehicles when they were old enough to drive. Vacations
may not have been trips to Europe, but they were still nice and now that
Kyle thought about it, probably not cheap. As he thought about Ian's
statement, he began to notice an itch coming from his hands, but was
determined not to give Ian another reason to think he was an ignorant city
boy.
So without a word about his slightly burning hands, he quietly
followed Ian back into the house. Closing the door, he followed Ian and
stepped beside him to help put together the meal. He watched what Ian did
and replicated it, or occasionally Ian would give him a silent
demonstration. Kyle was a quick learner and they soon had okra and squash
frying together in a skillet, cucumbers soaking in vinegar and meat
sizzling on the griddle.
When his help was no longer needed, Kyle leaned against the tiny spot
of counter and watched Ian. In his cutoffs and bare chest, Kyle had to
admit that Ian was a nice looking guy. It still bothered him that he was
finding another man attractive, having denied those feelings his entire
life. But it appeared his stint in the military had not changed the fact
that he was attracted to other guys. He was still struggling with it. He
didn't want to be different; he didn't want to be the outsider. But as Kyle
watched the sun coming through the window highlight the short hairs on
Ian's chest, and he recalled their earlier session, he knew. It had felt
right, for both of them. But Kyle was certain of one thing. Whatever it was
that made him happy, he was going to pursue it. He didn't want to end up
bitter and angry like his parents were behind their fa?ade of success.
Ian jarred him from his introspection by handing him the plates,
along with a silent admonishment to handle them with more care than he'd
given the gloves. With a smile of acknowledgment, Kyle quickly set the
small table and then moved over the food that was ready. As he was setting
the last one in place, Ian brought out a hot iron skillet of sweet
cornbread from the oven, and fished a bowl of cold butter from the fridge,
setting both on the counter where they could easily reach it.
Kyle started eating tentatively, thinking this was going to be a meal
to be endured, but that was about it. But as he ate, he found each bite was
seasoned and cooked to perfection and the freshness of the vegetables were
beyond comparison with anything he'd experienced in the past. Digging in
with gusto, Kyle quickly cleaned his plate and was sorely tempted to lick
it to get the last morsels. But having finished everything on his plate,
Kyle looked around for more.
Ian smiled and cut generous wedges from the skillet of cornbread,
splitting each one and filling it with thick pats of butter. Giving them a
few seconds to melt into the cornbread, Ian opened each one on a separate
plate, drizzling them with a thick stream of honey. Handing one of the
plates to Kyle, Ian dug into his piece and a look of sheer joy infused his
face as he enjoyed one of this favorite sweet treats. Kyle watched for a
few seconds, then cut off a generous mouthful with his fork and slipped it
onto his tongue. The clover honey and soft grainy cornbread, infused with
the generous portions of butter, were wonderful. Finishing a second helping
of cornbread and honey, Kyle leaned back into his seat and sighed,
"Damn, that was good. I can't remember the last time I ate anything
that good," said Kyle.
"Farm supper, that's what my Mom always called it. I think that was
her code for 'poor people food'," said Ian with a melancholy look.
"Well, farm supper is damn good. Even if I am in god forsaken
Oklahoma," replied Kyle.
They sat and chatted amicably. The surface information was soon
spent, and there were several long moments of uncomfortable
silence. Finally Ian looked up and locked eyes with Kyle.
"Why'd you join the Army?" said Ian.
Kyle sat quietly, contemplating his answer. His initial reaction was
to lie. He didn't owe Ian anything, and his personal life wasn't any of
Ian's business. But with a silent sigh, Kyle acknowledged that Ian did at
least deserve an honest answer.
"To become a man, that's why I joined," said Kyle softly.
"So you wanted to grow up?" said Ian.
"No, I wanted to not like guys any more . . ." said Kyle with an
almost wistful tone to his voice.
"Not like . . . as in what we did this morning," said Ian.
"Yeah, like that."
"So this morning was a mistake for you?"
"No . . . but I'm not sure what it means. I can't love a guy," said
Kyle.
"Why not?"
"Because it's a sin."
"Says who?"
"Everyone! Everyone knows only pervs like other guys," said Kyle
emphatically.
"I'm not a perv."
Kyle looked up with a very conflicted look on his face. He nodded in
acknowledgment of the truth in Ian's statement.
"I can't go back home. I told them I was gay and they said I had to
leave, that I'd give it to my brother," said Ian softly. "But it's not like
it's contagious, you can't catch it." He turned and locked eyes with Kyle,
" . . . anymore than you can cure it."
The silence stretched out for many long minutes. With a slightly sad
look on his face, Ian stood up and started clearing the table. Not sure
what else to do, Kyle quickly moved to help him and was soon standing
side-by-side with Ian, helping wash up. Space was limited in the tiny
kitchen, so each item had a specific place, which meant Ian spent a lot of
time directing Kyle on where to put each piece. Finally the last utensil
was washed and put away and the two moved to the couch and watched TV.
As the evening wore on the earlier conversation receded and their
bodies began to move closer together. Kyle unconsciously put his arm around
Ian's shoulders, and Ian leaned in, craving the emotional connection, even
if it was a transitory one. But the closeness evolved into gentle touches,
which almost left Ian breathless. His hidden vulnerabilities surfaced as
his self-reliant shell slowly cracked from the warm touch of the man beside
him. His body responded in kind and his cock stiffened, again ready for
action.
Ian also explored Kyle's body. The hard muscles of his torso glided
under Ian's inquisitive fingers. Both men's breath quickened as their
emotions built in tiered cascades. As his fingers grazed the edge of
Kyle's shorts, Ian let out a soft moan.
"Suck me, please suck me. I really want to feel my cock in your hot
mouth," said Kyle through a groan.
Ian looked up to see the desire on Kyle's face and was lost in the
moment. Running to the bedroom, he returned with a hand filled with
condoms. Dropping them on the couch, Ian knelt between Kyle's legs. He ran
his hands over the strongly muscled thighs, luxuriating in the texture of
hair that covered them. Gently he cupped Kyle's bulging package and then
reached forward to slowly lower his zipper. The trouser snake trapped
inside rapidly uncoiled and was soon sticking obscenely above Kyle's torso,
filaments of precum trailing from its reddened tip.
Ian mechanically opened the wrapper and then unrolled it down the
rock hard cock in front of him. Pressing his lips against the underside of
Kyle cock, Ian rammed his tongue hard against Kyle's glans and then started
lashing it back and forth across Kyle's cockhead. Kyle's mouth parted in a
silent scream, his body locked at the sensuous performance. Ian wrapped his
hand around the base of Kyle's engorged cock and pulled it toward him as
his tongue danced down its length. The slight smell of dried cum and sweat
wafted to Ian's nose as he smelled and tasted the pungent aroma of the man
under him.
Moving lower, Ian tugged down the cutoff shorts and let them slide
off Kyle's legs. Pressing Kyle's legs upward and pulling him lower on the
couch Ian moved lower, lifting Kyle's balls and lapped his tongue under
them. With his face firmly planted in Kyle's crotch, Ian eagerly tongued
over his nuts and then his perineum. Kyle was twisting wildly on the couch,
his hands grasping the cushions tightly as he thrashed back and forth, all
without making a sound.
The dark curls of hair that lined Kyle's crack beckoned to Ian, his
tongue dipping lower and lower with each pass, until he could see Kyle's
pulsing hole in the dark thatch of hair. Wondering if he was going to ruin
the fun, but unable to resist, Ian ran his hot tongue over Kyle hole. His
first pass resulted in a low rumbling groan as Kyle opened his legs wider,
obviously wanting more.
Ian dove in, licking and devouring the object of his desire. With his
face pressed hard against Kyle butt, he was submerged in the textures and
smells of a man who filled him with lust. Kyle's wordless, but passionate
response to his oral skills somehow were more of a turn-on for Ian than if
he had been receiving. His tonguing continued as he aggressively ate Kyle's
hole. After a while everything else ceased in the world for Ian other than
the two masculine hills of muscle his face was buried between. Pulling
back, Ian smiled to see the results of his work, an engorged hole that was
deep red and pulsing. He glanced to Kyle's face and saw the cute soldier
had closed his eyes and was panting softly from the overload of sensations.
Ian decided to go for broke and dove back in again, this time his
stiffened tongue pierced Kyle's butt, driving it's stiffened shape into
him. Plunging it in time and again, Ian ate Kyle's ass like it was prime
rib. The new sensations had Kyle flailing on the couch, involuntary jerks
overcoming his body. Pushing his legs higher, Ian became an insatiable sex
demon. Every trick he'd ever heard, or saw on porn, he tried on Kyle. The
combination resulted in Kyle's reduction to a mass of nerve endings that
were pulsing with the same signal of amazing sex.
Pushing the boundaries slightly further, Ian raked his finger over
Kyle's hole while flicking his tongue back and forth with hummingbird fast
flashes. This was the finally straw for Kyle's over-taxed system and his
orgasm began.
"Ahhh, Uhh, uhh, ahhh," Kyle almost whispered while his passion
merged with lust as his body convulsed in a full body orgasm. His limbs
shook and his cock discharged round after round of cum, filling the condom
with viscous white fluid. With a multitude of small grunts and inarticulate
groans, Kyle's climax receded until he finally collapsed against the couch.
"Oh my god," said Kyle in amazement, "I've never came so hard. I
thought my nuts were going to shoot out of my dick!"
Ian chuckled and sat down beside him, leaning toward the army stud
before he remembered the earlier admonishment about kissing. With a
whimper, his carefully built fantasy about Kyle crashed down around him and
Ian lay back with a sigh. Then, to his surprise, he felt Kyle's trembling
fingers traveling over his chest and to his crotch. While Ian breathed
slowly, not wanting to startle Kyle from his exploration, he traced the
outline of Ian's cock through his shorts. Ian sighed when Kyle popped open
the top button and then slid his hand into the shorts.
Ian gasped as Kyle's thick fingers slid through the precum coated
hair and found the base of his stiff cock. Stroking down its length, Kyle
chuckled at the huge wet spot formed at its tip. Gently opening his zipper,
Kyle pulled out Ian's stiff member and started stroking it. Slow gentle
strokes had Ian whimpering with need as his balls pulled up tight against
his shaft. Unwilling to match Kyle's silent performance, Ian muttered words
of encouragement.
"Hell yes, Kyle. Damn that feels nice. Stroke my cock. I'm so fucking
close, keep jerking me."
Kyle gave Ian a feral grin and increased the speed of his hand. Soon
it was a blur as it rocketed up and down Ian's hard shaft. Ian could feel
the pressure building as an orgasm raced through his body. With a final
release, cum spewed from his cock. Droplets of cum coated both of them as
Ian's cock sprayed in all directions. With screams of pleasure, his body
convulsed with each squirt until he sagged against the couch as the last
volley left his cock. Kyle continued to play with his softening cock,
seemingly fascinated with his new toy. Ian watched silently until his dick
was completely flaccid and then looked back, risking a quick touch across
Kyle's jaw.
"I think we should clean up. Come on, at this point I think we can
grab a shower together," said Ian with a chuckle.
Kyle laughed in response, "Yeah, since your tongue has been in my
ass, I don't guess there are many surprises at this point."
With a chuckle, Ian helped Kyle to his feet, and the two of them
walked into the bathroom.
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Kyle couldn't get Ian out of his head. He played their day together
over and over through his mind. There was no part of it he hadn't
enjoyed. But he didn't want to be gay, there was too much baggage. Kyle
mulled this over and over in his head for weeks, not sure what to
do. Finally he decided that he needed to see Ian to work out some of the
things that were twirling through his head.
He had the number for Ian's house phone. Quickly dialing, he listened
to a seemingly unending number of rings. With each one, Kyle's resolve
weakened. When the answering machine finally picked up, stress had reduced
Kyle's voice to a squeak.
"Hey Ian, just think'n about you. Well, you know what I mean. Just
wondered if you wanted to hang out, I'm on leave for the next few
days. Anyway, when you get this give me a call. Damn dude, you need a cell
phone, I mea-"
The ending beep of the answering machine cut Kyle off. He started to
dial again, and then stopped half way through the number sequence. As the
voice informed him that his called couldn't be completed as dialed, he got
a sinking feeling that Ian might not want to see him again.
As self-doubt bloomed around him, Kyle sat in the barracks; the only
sound was the din of someone listening to a local radio station. Dimly he
was aware of the noise, but was largely tuning it out. But somehow there
was one announcement making its way into his subconscious. As it drifted to
the surface, he heard the announcer giving times and days for the local
county fair. At first he dismissed it as one more hick activity in a
redneck town in the middle of BF Egypt. But then he seemed to remember Ian
saying something about going to the fair and he had seemed excited about
it. Kyle thought he at least should go once before he dismissed it, and
maybe he would be lucky and run into Ian.
He quickly showered and changed, then caught a bus to take him to the
fairgrounds. Kyle stepped off the bus, and into a world he never knew
existed. The midway was somewhat familiar with its rows of rides and games
and the carnies hawking you to 'play the game, everyone wins!'. The
buildings of groomed livestock and all things hand made, well that gave him
a window into a world that he thought was long gone.
His mother's idea of fun with crafts was seeing how many shops she
could go through in an afternoon on Michigan Avenue. But these were skills
that he thought had died long ago, and for Kyle's family, they had. But
obviously there were people who still created things and for a practical
purpose, not just to follow some current trend. The more he saw, the more
surprised he became at his flippant disregard of this part of Americana.
As he looked carefully, he began to notice the skill, and sometimes humor,
embedded in many of the items.
Kyle moved from building to building, his interest increasing as he
viewed more and more examples of the heartland's art. Finally finding
himself back on the midway, he was stopped by the delicious smell of funnel
cakes as he walked past. He stood and watched as the vender skillfully fed
the ropes of batter into the hot oil, and a few seconds later pulled out a
hot filigree of soft cake. He stepped to the window and passed over his
money, paying the extra for an additional avalanche of powdered
sugar. Continuing his walk through the midway as he ate his treat, Kyle
slowly came to realize that he was enjoying this, and it didn't feel like
hillbilly land at all, just genuine people who were celebrating what they
did.
He stood watching one of the game booths, soaking up the ambiance of
the fair. Just as he was licking the last of the sugar from his fingers,
he spotted a familiar cowboy hat. Kyle raced toward it eagerly, wanting to
talk with Ian and share some of the fair with him. As he rounded the
corner, he saw Ian . . . and a friend. Ian had an arm over the other man's
shoulders and was whispering something in his ear. Watching the pair break
into laughter, Kyle turned to leave. Heartbroken that he had lost his
chance, he walked slowly away. Kyle heard their laughter slowly fade away
as he made his way back to the bus stop. Tears never disgraced Kyle's face,
he'd learned that lesson from an early age, but to anyone seeing his face,
it was obvious this young soldier had suffered a broken heart.
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"Get up. You can't keep sitting around the barracks moping. So she
broke your heart, let's go get drunk and get you laid. Things always look
better when you have a woman swinging from your dick."
Kyle looked up at his buddy, and shook his head. He was beyond caring
who knew at this point. "Him."
"Him?" came back the questioning reply.
"Yeah, him. I fucked up and now he's with someone else," Kyle flatly
stated.
The buddy sat beside him on the bed, surprisingly supportive of
Kyle. "You sure? Did you talk to the dude?"
"Nah, I saw him at the fair with someone."
"Well, were they . . ."
"No, just walk'n around," replied Kyle with a sigh.
Hardy laughter erupted beside Kyle. "You don't know shit then! If
they weren't making out maybe they are just friends."
Kyle perked up, looked around the barracks in desperation. "I need to
get out to see him. But he lives in the fuck'n middle of no where."
"Come on, I've got an idea."
<><><><>
Kyle walked to the door, worried that he was about to make an ass of
himself. His other problem, his buddy's scheme got him here, but it didn't
get him back to the base. He knocked, somewhat hesitantly, and then stepped
back. He heard the sound of boots crossing the wooden floor and then the
door slowly opened. Peering in, Kyle saw Ian standing with the door in his
hand.
"Hey . . ." said Kyle.
"Hey. Whatcha doing out here?"
"Well . . ." Kyle stopped, thought a minute, and then plunged ahead,
"I couldn't get you off my mind. I called and left a message, but you
didn't call me back. And then I saw you with that guy at the fair. It just
tore me up. But my buddy said maybe it wasn't what I thought it was
. . . so I'm here to see how you feel about me I guess."
Ian stood reeling, completely unprepared for this turn of events. He
looked at Kyle with an open mouth, not knowing what to say. Just as Kyle
was turning to leave, Ian pushed open the screen door. "Come on in, looks
like we need to talk."
As they entered into the house, it looked like Ian was about to
eat. Kyle thought it was a good thing he did have the garden, because all
that was on the table besides veggies, was cheap white bread, yellow
mustard and bologna. He motioned Kyle to the chair and then sat down across
from him. Kyle found that he couldn't meet Ian's stare. The silence
stretched onward, until Ian cleared his throat.
"Well? What did you want to know?"
"Umm, was that guy- Do you and I- Could we- Could I get a-," said
Kyle.
Ian chuckled slightly and then looked back at Kyle with a much more
sympathetic look on his face. "No, yes, yes, yes. How's that?" said Ian.
Kyle paused for a second, trying to connect the answers with the
stammered half- formed questions that he'd asked. Once he did, a bright
smile broke across his face.
"So that wasn't a new guy?" said Kyle.
"No, that was an old friend of mine from high school. He was in town
for the fair and we were horsing around. Sam is straight, he already has a
kid and they think another one on the way," said Ian.
"Oh, cool," said Kyle as he tried to absorb the information.
"So far as the other question, I've missed you too . . ." said Ian
with a smile.
"Really? Because I wasn't sure. You didn't call me back."
"Well you can be sure now. 'Cause I missed you. My answering machine
broke weeks ago so I never got your message," said Ian. Turning he motioned
to the table. "I was fix'n to eat. You hungry?"
Kyle nodded and then moved to the table beside Ian. As they sat in
the small space, their shoulders bumped and their eyes met with a
smile. Kyle nibbled at a few of the dishes on the table but didn't want to
eat too much of Ian's sparse food. Eventually the conversation slowed and
Ian gave him a quizzical look.
"Why aren't you eating? Don't you like lunch?" asked Ian with a
slightly irritated look on his face.
"No, not at all. It all tastes great," said Kyle quickly.
Ian reached over and made Kyle a sandwich, doubled the meat and then
covered it all with a generous squirt of mustard. Handing the sandwich to
Kyle, he sat back and watched.
Kyle went for broke, ramming a corner of the sandwich into his mouth
and biting off a generous chunk. As he began to chew it, an odd look crept
across his face. Ian realized it wasn't a look of distain; it was more
curiosity and caution. As he swallowed, Ian stopped him with a slight
chuckle.
"If you don't like it, don't eat it. But don't come in my house and
not eat cause you think I'm poor, that's bad manners, rich boy Yankee
manners," said Ian with a slight smile.
"No, it's good. I've just never had baloney before, and it's got an,
odd, texture," explained Kyle.
Ian now started laughing out loud. "They say if you knew what was in
it, you'd never touch it again. So I don't want to know what's in it."
Kyle chuckled and took another bite, wondering how long it took to get use
to baloney. Both men settled in and soon had finished most of the dishes on
the table. Ian gathered up the plates and bowls and carried them to the
sink. Kyle pitched in to help and soon they were standing side by side,
chatting while Ian washed the dishes and Kyle dried.
In the close quarters it was inevitable that they would bump into
each other. But Ian soon made a game of it and was bumping his hip into
Kyle whenever he was in range. Before long both men were giggling like
schoolgirls and sloshing water onto the cheap linoleum floor. Kyle slammed
his hip into Ian a final time, only this time Ian didn't have his
balance. He slipped on the wet floor and his feet shot out from under
him. Kyle grabbed quickly, and caught him just before he hit the floor. As
their eyes met, Kyle wrapped his arms tighter around Ian and held him to
his chest.
Kyle looked at the slight blonde stubble covering Ian's deeply
tanned face. Suddenly wanting to experience the rough texture, Kyle
lowered his head until their lips met. Pressing his lips against Ian's, he
kissed the man in his arms deeply, feeling blistering passion flood his
system as their kiss continued for several long, pleasurable
minutes. Eventually they parted, both men giving an audible sigh as they
did.
Ian was staring at Kyle, not certain what had just happened, nor
why. He wasn't exactly comfortable with the fast turn of events, from Kyle
refusing to kiss at their last meeting, to the soul-searing kiss Ian had
just received. As he thought about it, Ian realized he had gone limp in
Kyle arms and was enjoying it. Kyle ran his arm down Ian's body, and then
lifted him into his arms. With Ian cradled in his arms, he slowly made his
way to the bedroom where Kyle gently lay him down on the small bed.
Kyle reached up and tugged at the t-shirt until it slid over Ian's
head. He smiled at the sexy man under him and ran his fingers over Ian's
torso. His body was largely smooth, with just a small patch of blond hair
in the middle of his chest, and a line of hair marching from his navel to
disappear into his pants. Kyle kissed Ian again, with Ian's head still
spinning from the abrupt change in events. But his worries were overwhelmed
by the amazing sensations Kyle was creating. Relaxing, Ian gasped as Kyle's
mouth covered one nipple and sucked it between his lips. The electricity
shot from Ian's nipples and infused his body. Soon his moans were gaining
in volume as his system overloaded. Kyle's tongue sent lightening strikes
of craving through his body. Ian groaned and his muscles contracted as the
sensations built.
As Kyle reached the top of his jeans, Ian grabbed his hands and
pulled him back up. Grasping Kyle's head tightly between his hands, Ian
pulled him in for a hard kiss. Ian was far beyond any thought about what
was acceptable to Kyle; he only knew what he wanted. Ramming his tongue
into Kyle mouth, Ian started exploring its depths. Kyle responded in kind,
their tongues warring with each other as they fought for supremacy. Ian
broke the kiss and they both panted for air, trying to bring their hormone
levels down from the stratosphere.
"Damn!" said Kyle, "That's the hottest kiss I've ever gotten."
"Just wait, private. We're only getting started."
Ian quickly slid Kyle's shirt off, tossing it to the side. Ian's lust
had risen to the point that he was ready to take Kyle. His bites and
touches were urgent and needful. By the time he reached Kyle's pants, he
had left several marks of passage across Kyle's lightly haired chest. Ian
ran his tongue over the thick treasure trail running from Kyle's navel to
disappear into his pants. Once it was soaked with saliva, Ian looked up and
smiled at Kyle as he opened the first button on his pants.
Ian slowly licked at the exposed hair on Kyle's abdomen until he had
it soaked too. Repeating his actions with each button, he soon had the
base of Kyle uncut cock exposed as it snaked down the leg of his pants. Ian
slid off the foot of the bed and stood, grabbing Kyle pants, sliding them
lower and lower until his cock was released from its fabric prison. As it
arched across Kyle's torso to hit his stomach with an audible wet sound,
Ian pulled off his pants and dropped them to the floor.
Ian stood and looked down at the handsome man under him,
contemplating his somewhat conflicting opinions of Kyle. Leaning forward,
he took Kyle's hard cock in his fist and slowly pushed down, forcing the
foreskin to slowly retract until the deep red head was exposed. He moved
beside Kyle on the bed without ever releasing his turgid cock. Kneeling
beside the handsome soldier, his free hand was soon sliding over his
lightly haired chest, enjoying the texture of Kyle's body under his
work-roughened hand. As his hand slid over Kyle's nipple, he heard a low
moan of satisfaction.
"Oh fuck'n A! That feels fuck'n amazing. Damn, keep doing that," said
Kyle as he groaned from the feelings of stimulation.
With a smile on his face, Ian lowered himself beside Kyle until his
face was close to Kyle's chest. Leaning in, he focused on Kyle's hard
nipple, flicking his tongue across it and sucked it into his mouth. As he
slurped on Kyle's nipple, he loved the sounds of desire that were seeping
from Kyle's mouth. Licking his way across his broad chest, Ian repeated his
treatment on Kyle's other nipple.
Time stopped for the pair as Ian worked to pleasure Kyle in every way
he would conceive. Eventually he released Kyle's steel hard cock, moved a
hand to each nipple and teased them as he leaned in for a kiss. As he
pressed his lips hard against Kyle's, he could feel the moans coming from
Kyle's body. He gripped Ian's shoulders and pushed him back, breaking the
kiss. Kyle looked into Ian's eyes and in a lust filled whisper said,
"Strip, cowboy. I want to see that hot body again."
Ian wiggled off the bed and quickly stripped off his shirt and tossed
it to the corner. As he reached down to take off his jeans, he heard Kyle
begin to speak.
"Slower, I like watching you strip," said Kyle with a smile.
Ian glanced over at Kyle with a shy smile. Popping open the button on
his jeans, Ian tugged them down a little, exposing the top of his
underwear. Without realizing it, he began to gyrate his hips as he tried to
create a show for his lover. Kyle smiled as he watched Ian turn his back to
him, pushing his pants down further to expose the top of his ivory white
ass. His jeans descended even further, until the clothing was cupping the
curve of his butt.
Ian spun slowly, more thrilled than he would dare admit when he saw
Kyle slowly jacking his hard cock as he watched. Blushing lightly, the
blond boy again turned his ass to Kyle and pushed his pants down. Lifting
first one leg, and then the other, Ian was soon kicking his pants into the
corner. Glancing back over his shoulder, he saw that Kyle was fixated on
his ass as it moved slowly. Ian swayed, moving closer, hoping that Kyle
would touch his butt. Putting his hands on his knees, he let Kyle catch
sight of a bit of his butthole as his ass cheeks separated.
As he moved away, Ian felt a light touch travel across his ass. The
finger traced just along the edge of his crack, touching the beginning of
the hair coating his trench, leaving a feeling of passionate fire in its
wake. With a gasp, Ian felt his cock flex, leaking out a glob of
precum. Shaking slightly from the overwhelming stimulation, Ian turned to
Kyle, his cock stiff and tucked against his stomach. He crawled back into
the bed with lust filled eyes, pinning Kyle to the bed by his shoulders and
leaning in to kiss him hard. Their mouths struggle for control as each
tried to dominate the other. Finally breaking the kiss, both men fell
against the bed gasping for breath.
"I wanna suck you," said Kyle between gasps for air.
Ian quickly vaulted off the bed and raced to the
bathroom. Reappearing almost immediately, he jumped back on the bed and sat
beside Kyle. Opening his hand, he smiled at Kyle as he showed him the fist
full of condoms. Quickly tearing one open, he took Kyle's cock in his hand
and then worked to unroll the latex down its length. Picking up the second
to put on himself, Ian suddenly found himself on his back looking up at
Kyle's smiling face. Taking the still-wrapped condom from Ian's fingers,
Kyle ripped open the packet and pulled out the condom.
Taking Ian's hard cock in his hand, Kyle jacked it slowly, coating it
with its own leaking precum. Ian tensed with the touch, his body on fire as
his pelvis thrust up into Kyle's hand, his back arched, wanting
more. Finally relenting his teasing, Kyle rubbed the condom over the head
of Ian's cock, and then quickly unrolled it down its length. Tilting his
head lower, he ran his tongue over the head of Ian's cock.
"Ummm, minty," said Kyle with a smile.
Ian giggled at the comment but quickly changed position so his head
was between Kyle's legs. Gripping the latex covered dick, Ian slid his
mouth onto Kyle's cock. Working desperately to make it feel good for Kyle,
he pressed the thick uncut cock into his mouth until he choked slightly.
"Easy tiger! You don't have to choke yourself right off the bat,"
said Kyle with a chuckle, which quickly shifted to a moan as Ian started
swiping his tongue over the head of Kyle's cock. Dropping his head, Kyle
slipped Ian's turgid cock between his lips, running his tongue around the
head as his own dick disappeared down Ian's throat.
Soon both of them were working feverishly to bring the other to
climax. The sounds of passionate sex reverberated through the room. Ian was
desperately willing himself to last longer, but the condom was the biggest
help in that area, because for a man unfamiliar with giving oral sex, Kyle
was driving Ian to his limits.
Unable to last any longer, Ian felt his body convulse with
orgasm. Kyle's hot mouth had proved to be too much. As shot after shot of
cum raced through his body, Ian was a mass of convulsing, grasping
muscle. His hips were pumping wildly into Kyle's mouth, and when Ian heard
the sounds of Kyle gagging on his cock, he was strangely pleased. Ian was
overwhelmed with the sensations traveling through his body, but soon a
massive convulsion wracked his body as the last shot of jizz joined the
others inside the filled condom.
Ian collapsed against the bed, allowing Kyle's cock to slip from his
lips as he gasped for breath. He felt the light touch of Kyle's fingers as
they traced the faints whorls of hair on the inside of his thighs. Ian lay
quietly, absorbing the feeling and trying to catalog his many conflicting
emotions. Just as he was becoming introspective, he felt a hard piece of
flesh bump against his cheek.
"Some of us haven't gotten off yet," said Kyle with a snicker in his
voice.
Ian looked up at Kyle's smiling face, reached over and guided Kyle's
cock between his lips. Slowly sliding it deep inside his throat, Ian didn't
hit a gag reflex this time. He felt oddly triumphant when he felt wiry
pubic hair scratching against his lips. Holding it for a few seconds, he
began pulling off until only the head was still between his lips. Working a
steady rhythm, he soon heard moans of appreciation coming from Kyle.
"Oh yeah! That feels good! Damn, I'm so fuck'n close," said Kyle.
Ian increased his speed, wanting his partner to explode. He could
feel Kyle thrashing under him as the sensations built from the amazing
blowjob he was getting. But Ian remembered the response Kyle had to having
his ass eaten, and decided to try it again. He let some of the abundant
spit trail down to his finger and then slipped it lower, teasing Kyle
asshole with his wet digit.
"Fuck! No fair! Oh holy shit, that feels amazing!" screamed Kyle as
Ian pushed the tip of his finger inside the soldier.
Ian sped up his assault on Kyle's wrapped cock, his finger sinking
deeper in his gut with each thrust. Soon Kyle was spit between Ian's thick
finger, and his hot mouth. The sensation drove his lust until Kyle was a
mass of hungry muscle wanting more and more from the man who was bringing
him such pleasure. His slight restraint slipped the rein when Ian slid his
finger in deeper and clipped Kyle's prostate.
With a loud groan, Kyle exploded. His animalistic sounds were
punctuated by muscle contractions that were impressive in their
magnitude. Ian lifted his face from Kyle's trembling torso and smiled at
the filled condom hanging from Kyle's dick. Tucking his finger inside Kyle
again, he rubbed across that magic spot inside of Kyle, and was rewarded
with another low squeal and one last squirt of cum. Kyle's body arched
again and then settled onto the bed.
"Shit, I never came that hard before," said Kyle softly, his arm over
his eyes as he recovered.
Ian looked up and smiled slightly, "And have you done extensive
testing?"
Kyle waved his hand vaguely in Ian's direction. "Not now, before. Oh,
crap. You know what I mean. You make me feel amazing."
Ian smiled slightly at the answer and then moved off the bed to take
care of his filled condom. Returning, he quickly repeated the service for
Kyle, tossing both into the trash. Once he had both of them cleaned up, he
crawled into the bed and spooned against a recovering Kyle, who was already
becoming drowsy.
Kyle twisted slightly and kissed Ian lightly on the lips. "You are an
amazing lover," whispered Kyle.
Ian's heart sang, and for once, just once, he allowed himself to hope
that he had found someone special, someone who understood. But he only
allowed himself that slight hope, no more.
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With the successful rendezvous, Kyle and Ian spent every free moment
together. In spite of Kyle's earlier desire to rid himself of his
feelings, they bonded on many levels. Their sex was passionate and
amazing, but more importantly their feelings for each other were growing
beyond just hot sex. They spent hours being a normal, although cautious,
couple. Going to movies, dinner out and all the other things young couples
the world over enjoyed.
Having just returned from their latest movie viewing, they were
cuddled with each other on Ian's couch. As he felt Kyle's fingers gently
trace down his back, Ian shuddered at the touch that always filled him with
desire. But Kyle seemed a little distant tonight, as if he was preoccupied
with something. Ian twisted in Kyle's lap and reached up to caress his
face.
"What's up, love? You seem a million miles away tonight," said Ian.
Kyle gave him a tender, but slightly sad, look. "Yeah, I have been
trying to figure out how to tell you something all night."
Ian sat up, moving a short distance from Kyle and looked at him with
concern. "What's up? It doesn't sound good."
"Well, I've been deployed. I just found out, but I have to leave this
week. It's just to a post in Germany, but I'll be there for 6 months."
"Oh," whispered Ian, his fragile world crashing down around him.
Kyle gently cupped his chin and lifted Ian's face so their eyes
met. "We can still Skype, I'll pay for you to have Internet if that's what
we have to do. It will be tough, but at least the Army doesn't have don't
ask, don't tell any more."
Ian wrapped his arms around himself, rocking softly as he could see
he was losing his one piece of hope in his meager existence. He'd thought
he and Kyle could be together for the long term. He realized that was a
fantasy, but he'd let himself drift into it. Suddenly he felt warm,
muscular arms wrapping around him and pulling him tight. He looked up at
Kyle and then angrily scrubbed the tears that had started leaking from his
eyes.
"Damn allergies!" said Ian.
Kyle chuckled and then leaned in for a kiss. His first landed gently
on Ian's cheek, enjoying the slight scruff of a days worth of growth. The
fine hair's brushed against Kyle's lips as he slid downward, finding Ian's
sensuous lips and pressing gently against them. Kyle pulled back, their
lips adhering for a moment before they parted. He looked deep into Ian's
eyes.
"What can I do to make you believe me that we'll be ok?"
"Don't promise anything. How much time do we have? When are you
leaving?" asked Ian.
"This weekend is my last leave. I'll be shipped out next week some
time," said Kyle quietly, knowing this wasn't what Ian would want to hear.
Ian took Kyle's face in his hands and kissed him hard. "I want you to
make love to me. I want you to make me yours. I want to do everything," Ian
paused for a moment and then continued, "I want you to fuck me. And I don't
want it with the damn wrapper either. I want to have all of you inside of
me. I got tested and I'm clean. Please Kyle, I want this."
Kyle ran his finger across Ian's cheek and then kissed him
again. "That sounds amazing, and bareback sounds even better. The Army
requires us to get tests every 6 months. I just did mine and I'm clean
too. But are you sure that's what you want?"
"Yes, please. I want you in the most intimate way possible," said Ian
in a whisper.
"Well we have the rest of the weekend. Are you sure you don't want to
think about it?" said Kyle.
"I'm sure, I've been wanting this for a long time. I just wasn't
sure, but I am now," said Ian.
Kyle turned silently and ran his hands over Ian's chest. Slipping his
hands under his t-shirt, Kyle ran his hands over his bare chest, loving the
smooth feel of his soft skin. Sliding his hands higher, Kyle gently pushed
Ian's shirt over his head, letting it fall to the floor. Reaching down,
Kyle grabbed his own shirt, ripped it off and threw it across the
room. Laying Ian onto the couch, Kyle lay on top of him, their torso's
grinding against each other as Kyle leaned down and kissed him
passionately.
Soon they were entwined, letting the passion take them were it
would. Their touches and caresses took on a new meaning with the knowledge
of their pending separation. Kyle glided his tongue deep inside Ian's
mouth, tasting and exploring with an intensity the pair had never
experienced before. Kyle hands skated over Ian's back, feeling the
work-hardened muscle in the slender man's body. Letting his lips slide
down, he kissed down Ian's neck, nestling against his shoulder and started
sucking and biting, wanting to mark his man.
"Oh fuck!" said Ian with a moan, "Yes, god that feels good."
Kyle redoubled his efforts, knowing this was going to be the last
opportunity for intimacy for them for a long time. He wanted this to be an
experience Ian could hold onto for the long six months of his
deployment. He finally released Ian, letting his hands travel down his
body, teasing his hard nipples as he kissed down his torso. The sun
darkened skin felt warm and inviting as Kyle did what weeks before he would
have never admitted he even desired.
Kyle moved down the couch until he was kneeling between Ian's
legs. Leaning in, he kissed Ian's navel gently, letting his tongue circle
the tiny opening. As his tongue traveled down Ian's faint treasure trail,
Kyle's hands unbuttoned his jeans and slowly lowered the zipper. As the
last of the zipper opened, Ian's cock sprung free, raking through Kyle's
belly fur. Lying down, Kyle trapped Ian's raging hard cock between them,
teasing it as their bodies ground together. Soon their breath was coming in
gasps as their passion gained in intensity.
Kyle moved off the couch and quickly dropped his pants, walking over
he grabbed Ian's hand and pulled him into a warm embrace. As their stone
hard cock's fought between them, they kissed passionately, their hands
roaming over each other, touching and exploring. Kyle's hands slid lower,
letting his fingers glide into Ian's ass and loving the sudden coarse
texture of his hair filled crack.
Ian pulled back slightly and smiled at Kyle, "Yeah, I know. The one
place I have hair, my ass crack."
Kyle smacked Ian on the butt and chuckled. "I like your ass
crack. How would you like your ass crack eaten?"
Ian grinned and moved to kneel on the couch, his ass spread wide as
the dark blond hair swirled from around his deep red hole. Kyle watched for
a few seconds as Ian shifted and settled in, knowing this was his final
refuge, the final hurtle to conquer before he fully accepted his attraction
to other men. It might seem like a strange barrier, but fucking another guy
was the ultimate act in Kyle's mind, proving he was gay. But deep down he
knew, he loved Ian, and loved their times of intimacy. He realized he was
just putting up barriers to his own happiness. But he couldn't help it. His
conservative upbringing was a difficult hurtle to clear. But he knew with
Ian it wouldn't be insurmountable; he just had to prove it to Ian.
As the thought flashed through his mind, Kyle knelt behind Ian and
spread his ass cheeks wider, leaned in and inhaled. When the scent of
maleness raced into his senses, he knew. He knew he was gay, he knew it was
part of his DNA, there was no cure, and he didn't want a cure. The smells
and textures of the hot young man in front of him drove him hard. He buried
his face in Ian's hairy crack, digging in with tongue and lips to rim him
and prepare him for tumultuous lovemaking. Losing himself, he drove his
tongue inside his lover over and over again.
"Oh shit! Damn! That's it, babe! Eat my ass!" screamed Ian.
Kyle and Ian were lost, body and soul, in the passion and desire
generated from Kyle's determined ass work. Soon Ian's butt was flushed and
pulsing with the need for sex. Kyle smiled lustfully and then spit onto
Ian's hole, pushing it inside with his finger until he was easily sliding a
finger deep inside Ian. His reward was the increasing levels of moans
coming from Ian's throat.
"Lube?" asked Kyle huskily.
Ian gathered himself and turned to look at Kyle with lust filled
eyes. "Bathroom. Over the sink, a squeeze bottle."
Kyle quickly rose and sprinted to the bathroom. Ian heard a few
seconds of noise and then Kyle was back, looking like a kid in the candy
store. Popping open the cap, he squeezed a healthy load on two of his
fingers and then reached up to press them against Ian's hole. Ian groaned
as the fingers sought entry, his back arching, his ass thrust out as his
desire to be fucked eclipsed everything else. As he felt Kyle's fingers
slide inside his gut, he dropped his head against the couch, ready and
willing to be Kyle's fuck toy. As his head spun, he realized Kyle was
gently thrusting in three fingers, which Ian pushed back to get deeper
inside him. Soon the fingers were sliding in easily, and Ian wanted more.
"Fuck me, Kyle! Slam it in! God I need fucked, Please!" begged Ian.
Smiling at his lovers lust filled need, he smeared his throbbing dick
with lube and then pressed the head against Ian's hole and began
pushing. Losing any consideration other than his own needs, he quickly
buried himself to his pubes in Ian's virgin hole.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Fuck! Take it out! Goddamn, it fucking hurts bad!"
screamed Ian.
Kyle froze, not certain what to do, realizing he had gone too fast,
but somehow thinking it would be better not to pull out. Instead he ran his
hands over the hot man under him, encouraging him to relax.
"Relax baby. It will get better in a minute, just hang in there. Damn
you are so hot. I wanna fuck your tight hole. I'll be think'n about
nothing except getting back to this tight ass again the whole time I'm
gone," cooed Kyle.
Ian focused on Kyle's soft voice, his body slowly relaxing as the
pain subsided. In less time than he'd thought, the pleasure being sent
through his body was far outweighing any pain. Seeing Ian relax under him,
Kyle began making short strokes in Ian butt. Soon they were moving in sync,
both driven to a new kind of passion neither had experienced before. Kyle
was driving his dick into Ian again and again, suddenly he hit something
that had Ian thrashing wildly under him.
"You ok?" said Kyle as he slowed his assault.
"Oh god yes! I've never felt that before. Fuck, what you did was
amazing," said Ian around a groan of pleasure.
Kyle grinned and aimed more carefully and succeeded in ramming his
cock head against Ian's prostate once again. Soon he was moving rapidly,
with each thrust raking across Ian's sweet spot. Soon his lover was
convulsing under him, nearing his climax. With a last hard thrust, Ian's
cock began shooting cum over the couch. His ass clamped down on Kyle's bare
cock, sending a shock through his system that was answered with his own
orgasm. Quickly both men were entangled in wet orgasms that had the couch
covered with cum and Ian's ass filled with jizz. As they drifted back to
reality, Kyle rubbed his hands over Ian lovingly, enjoying the sensations
beneath his palms.
As the feelings subsided, Kyle's cock slowly slid out of Ian's
ass. After the muscular plug dropped from his sphincter, a stream of white
cream ran down Ian's balls and dripped on the floor. Dreamily, Kyle ran his
fingers through it and then slid two fingers inside Ian's well-used ass.
"Holy fuck, that was amazing," whispered Ian.
"Ditto," said Kyle with a smile.
Ian rolled to his back, grimacing as the pool of cum covered his
back, but then smiling up at Kyle.
"I think we need to clean up, stud. How about sharing a shower?" said
Ian with a smile.
"Sounds like an excellent idea," said Kyle. He then reached down and
pulled Ian into his arms for a kiss, then hoisted him over a shoulder and
carried him into the bathroom with Ian giggling.
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Six months, it had been a very long six months. The last hours they
had spent together had been a great memory, as was his ass being sore for a
week after their passionate lovemaking session. The thought of that little
surprise still made Ian grin. Well it did now that it was healed. But then
Kyle had been gone, and other than email and an occasional Skype chat, he
hadn't got to see his amazing soldier. But now Ian was packed in with the
other families of returning service men, and it had been Kyle who insisted
that he was welcome.
Ian had been fidgeting the entire time, but the plane had finally
landed and the group was moving into the center. He had to admit it was
impressive to see them march in and form the perfect lines, and it was a
relief to catch a glimpse of Kyle as they filed in. The ceremony was
brief, by military standards at least, and then the families swarmed the
floor. Ian was looking wildly for Kyle, but to his distress, Ian couldn't
locate him again. Suddenly the crowd parted, Ian saw Kyle, and their eyes
locked. It was too much for Ian, too much waiting, too much stress, too
much wondering. When Kyle smiled broadly at him, he lost control, he forgot
where he was and who was around him. He simply didn't care any more.
Ian took off at a sprint in his cowboy boots and then leaped on Kyle,
wrapping his legs around him. Not caring who was around them, he started
covering Kyle's face with kisses. Suddenly he realized what he had done,
and was mortified. He tried to climb off Kyle, but couldn't. Ian struggled
briefly and then realized that Kyle was holding him in place.
"I'm glad to see you too, babe," said Kyle softly. He pulled Ian's
head toward him until their noses were touching, and then kissed him
gently. He then let Ian slide slowly down his torso until they were both
standing. After giving Ian another quick kiss, he grabbed his arm and
tugged him toward the door.
"Come on! I want some good Mexican food. I'm starved!" said Kyle with
a smile.
The pair soon found themselves enjoying fajitas for two at their
favorite Mexican place. As they talked, Kyle filled in the few details he
couldn't share with Ian through the emails. Ian paused and looked at Kyle
with a smile. "I got a new job. Well it's still at the same place but I get
more money, more responsibility too. But after you left I decided that I
needed to go back to school, so I asked for a raise at work and I've
started taking some classes at the community college. I -" Ian trailed off.
"What babe?" asked Kyle.
"I want to be someone you can be proud of, not some down-on-his-luck
redneck that you are ashamed to have meet your buddies."
Kyle stopped eating and slowly sat down his fork. Reaching across the
table, he took Ian's hands in his and looked at him intently. "Ian, any
problem was mine, not yours. If these months have taught me anything, it's
that I love you and I was being judgmental of you. You're the best thing to
come along so far as I'm concerned. If you want to go back to school, then
you should. But do it for yourself, not because you think I'm embarrassed
of you."
Ian looked at Kyle, sensing that he meant every word. A tear rolled
down his face as he realized that they had passed the test of time
apart. Reaching up he fiercely wiped the tear from his eye. "Damn
allergies."
Kyle chuckled and wiped his thumbs across Ian's cheeks, "Yeah, damn
allergies." Leaning back, Kyle dropped his napkin onto the table and
beckoned to Ian.
"Come on, let's go home."
"Home?" asked Ian hopefully.
"Yes, home. At least until we find a ranch that we want to buy. I get
out in a few months and the rest of my time will be here. I was hoping we
could live together, I've already cleared it on base."
Ian beamed at his lover, "That would be amazing. But I thought you
hate farm life."
"I love you, Ian. And you love ranching. So I'll learn to love it
too," said Kyle tenderly.
Ian took Kyle's palm and looked deeply into his eyes. "I love you. Oh
god do I love you."
"Good," said Kyle. "Then let's get home."
"Home, somehow it's never seemed sweeter."
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