Date: Sun, 17 May 2015 21:47:01 -0500
From: Max Millan <maxmillan2576@hotmail.com>
Subject: Blissful Paradise II: Allotted Time Chapter 9: Allotted Time

Blissful Paradise
(Allotted Time)

Allotted Time
by
Max Millan

The school was bustling once again with over energetic students after a
brief hiatus during the summer break. The maintenance workers were busy
hauling out debris from freshly renovated dormitory. The sound of the
electric shears buzzed chopping away the unruly growth of green brush
decorating the sides of many buildings as groups of newly minted college
residents rushed for class registration. A stray dog was begging for food
from unaffected students who were making their move on every girl that
ventured their hunting ground. By the right at the other side of the
cafeteria, another group was already forming and not soon after a rap battle
commenced to the cheers and taunts from the other students. The commotion
gave the stray dog a window to quickly grab a sandwich from the hand of one
of the preoccupied students. A short chase, but the dog made it's way to the
other side of the road. In its haste to get away, the dog bumped into a man
standing by the recruitment offices. Surveying the writing on the wall was
Sgt. Pinski with his green service cap in his hands being crumpled. Shane
and the other occupants of the offices were removing the spray painted
"MURDERERS!" followed by a peace sign. Their disdained was clearly shown on
their faces while another group of people watched with suppressed giggles.
After cleaning up the ROTC office ground with placards and signs, Sgt.
Pinski checked on how the others were doing under the growing opposition of
the war in the campus. When last pigment had been scrubbed, the university
police finally showed up to investigate. Their offer to help in figuring out
who did it was respectfully declined. It's annoying, but it's nothing to be
too concern about.

"How was the ROTC building?" Shane asked the older sergeant.

"Nothing too bad. Just some signs left on the ground."

"This is fucked up. We never asked for this."

"I know but we are the closest thing to whatever the hell they are
protesting about," Sgt. Pinski replied in a more sober manner.

"Stinkin' hippie wannabes. They need to find some other things to spend
their energy on."

"It happens when you have nothing else to worry about. Are you guys OK for
now?"

"Yeah, we're fine. I've seen worse."

With a firm handshake, the older sergeant said goodbye to Shane and the
recruitment centers went along with their business as if nothing happened.
Shane stared at the freshly clean window. The streak-less glass let the
morning light unimpeded into the office. Shane walked up to the window and
pulled down the blinds. He looked at the kids walking in front of the office
with no care in the world. The mischief that morning gave him a little bit
of worry, but it had nothing to do with those bastards vandalizing their
building. From that incident, he found a short glimpse of what might be.
That night, the once boisterous group of people from the base was no longer
in sight. One or two of them showed up and joined him by the bar and the
news of their coming deployment quickly dominated their conversation. They
would be joining their brothers in arms pretty soon. On the other hand,
Shane's fate was left on the air. His commanding officer had not mention
anything to him. He thought that the recruitment office was shielding him
for now. It's the feeling of not knowing that was killing him. How do you
even prepare for that? Many decisions had to be postponed and planning for
the future would seem a useless endeavor.

For about a week, he was feeling the weight of the situation he was in. He
went on with his day to day life in the office that had been his raft for a
little over two years. It was a reprieve to be in the bustling campus
teeming with happy-go-lucky kids going along with their life of no
responsibilities. Shane watched the place through the window. Kids of the
same age living two completely separate lives one of complete bliss and
another a life with one foot on the grave. A familiar face gazed through the
window and opened the door.

"What up soldier?" Shawn greeted him still wearing his workout clothes.

"Not much."

"How come you're still open?"

Shane looked at the clock. It was a little over fifteen minutes after
closing time. "Shoot! I didn't even notice."

"Here is the ticket for tonight's fanfest." The football star handed Shane
his ticket to the stadium event and sat by the chair in front of the big
desk.

"Cool! Thanks. Ready for the game tomorrow?"

"We are ready to kick some butts."

The first game of the season normally brought in a lot of celebration. The
tailgate party by the stadium was the last of them. The whole team would be
in parade while some college and local bands provided the entertainment to
the students who were happy to join in the celebration. It felt like college
life was a long excuse to find a way to drink. It's surprising that most of
the kids still managed to finish school.

"You guys still practice until the last minute?"

"Yeah, the life we traded for fame. So are you still driving home tonight?"

"I'm planning to. I feel lethargic for some reason."

"Are you feeling sick or anything?" Shawn asked showing some level of
concern.

"Nah, I'm fine, just don't have the energy for some reason. What time it
starts?"

"Around six. Ends about nine."

"How about the game?"

"Ceremony starts at two in the afternoon, but game starts at 4. How about
staying tonight then I'll ride with you tomorrow after the game?"

"I think I'm driving home. I probably just need to catch some sleep. I'll
make sure to catch your game and if you still wanna come home with me after
the game that would be fine."

"You don't sound so excited," Shawn asked prodding a little bit.

"Army life just getting into me, I guess," Shane replied.

"What? They make you do crazy stuff and shit?"

"You can say that."

"Well, I better freshen up. See you at the stadium."

"OK, see yah," the soldier said looking at Shawn lumbering out of the
office. His adrenaline had already gone through his system and the fatigue
had set in a little.

The makeshift stage was blaring with music from one of the college bands
playing a mix of alternative and country songs. The front of the stage was
littered with party-goers with their plastic cup of beer in hand swaying and
grooving to the music. It didn't take long for Shane to find where Shawn
was. The football team was signing autograph and had a tent where several of
the players sat continuously scribbling their names on t-shirts and posters.
After procuring his own plastic cup and beer, and a poster of the team last
year's championship, Shane lined  up for autograph. It was twenty or so
people before his turn. The crowd grew bigger and place was even louder. A
little bit of a commotion ensued when Matt showed up on the table. His
personal cheering squad was alive and well. Ashley, Tim and his girlfriend,
and Joe were the loudest of the bunch behind them was the Japanese student
named Daisuke helping Mike lugged his instruments. Mike and his ever
changing line-up of band members would have their own set later.

Not looking up Matt asked, "to whom should I make this?"

"To the most awesome dude in the world," Shane said when he recognized that
Matt was just going with the flow.

Matt like someone in automatic mode just wrote "to the most awesome dude –
Matt" on the poster. Only when he handed back the poster that he broke out
of his trance. "What the hell are doing lining up for autograph?"

"Look what the cat dragged in," Reed interrupted and proceeded to sign
Shane's poster. Shane's poster was passed around and was immediately signed
by all the players in the tent even those who were not seated. Shawn put a
smiley face and signed his name.

After spending sometime by the tent, Shane looked for Joe and his group.
Mike and his band were setting up for their set. The group was hanging
around Joe's old pickup truck also waiting for Mike's band to start playing.

"Can I join your party?" Shane said. A customary request since he was not an
official member of the group.

"The more the merrier," Tim welcomed him who was busy fooling around with
his girlfriend by the truck's tailgate.

Joe's striking hairstyle showed the evidence of his Summer training with the
Marines. "Nice hair, Joe," Shane joked while he stroked his own white
sidewall head.

"Yeah, got chopped off last Summer."

"You won't miss it. Pretty soon that's the only hairstyle you'll be wearing
for the rest of your life."

"Well, no need to spend money on hair products I guess," Joe replied
laughing at his new predicament.

The group made their way to the stage when they heard Mike tuning his guitar
and testing out the microphone. For a brief moment, Shane was taken out of
the gloom he was in. It was half way through the celebration when Coach Fox
climbed up the stage to give a speech. After a loud cheers from the crowd,
he called on the team to join him on the stage then the place went crazy.
The quarterback made a short boring speech which was interrupted by Matt and
Shawn's doing their best impression of a battle cry to bring the energy back
up.

Joe's group had already enlisted several other students to join them in
chanting "Go, Matt go! Go, Shawn go!" The team were kings. Their appearance
on the stage also signaled that they were free to join the rest of students.
Matt, Reed and Shawn joined the group after coming down from the stage.
Offers of alcoholic beverage were declined. The alert eyes of Coach Fox and
the trainers looking for any student athlete ingesting even a drop of
alcohol was ever present. Joe was teasing Matt. He had two cups in hand. He
said that he was also drinking for Matt. Shawn was trying to sneak a drink
which Reed dutifully slapped with the back of his hand drenching Shawn's
t-shirt.

"That ain't cool," Shawn protested.

"Stupid fuck. That old guy has eyes like an eagle," Reed responded referring
to Coach Fox who was talking with some of the college officials by the
team's tent.

"What should I do with this?" Shawn was still complaining about his soaked
shirt.

"Give it me," Shane said.

Shawn took off his shirt and handed it to Shane. Shane carefully rolled the
shirt to squeeze out every bit of beer on it without crumpling the shirt too
much then flap the shirt twice before handing it back to Shawn. The big guy
felt the damp shirt with his hands and was still not happy with it.

"Jeez, just put it on," Shane insisted.

"But it still wet."

"Then go shirtless then."

Shawn put on the shirt, and the dry Summer heat did the rest. The smell of
the sweat and beer mixed together did not bother him one bit as he ran
around the place with Reed and Matt talking to people and heckling Mike who
resumed their set after the interlude from the team. Mike would just
acknowledge them which normally stopped them from giving Mike a hard time on
the stage.

"Look at them go," Joe commented.

"Like bunch of kids, aren't they?" Shane replied.

"They're having the time of their lives."

"Yeah, they are."

"I keep telling Matt that he will end up a car salesman someday."

"Ouch! That's funny though."

"Are you watching the game tomorrow?"

"Yeah"

"You know where we are going to be. You're welcome to join us."

"How do you always get that spot behind them?"

"We have connections in the staff. They save the spot for us."

"You do?"

"Some people we know from our class are working here."

"Aah . . ."

"Yup"

The team had to leave early that night as requested by Coach Fox to get
ready for tomorrow's game. Shane finished Mike's set and also said his
goodbye to Joe's group who were staying for the whole duration. Matt was at
the apartment when he arrived, playing some video games with Shawn. The only
thing they could do to pass some time.

"What's up, Shane?" Reed greeted him.

"Got cutoff from the celebration, huh?" Shane said.

"The old man was afraid some of the players might start drinking when
they're gone, so they told everyone to go home."

"Too bad it's just getting good down there. The main act was just starting
to play when I left."

"You staying here tonight?"

"Nah, I'm driving home. I'll just come back tomorrow for the game."

Matt suddenly jumped up. He just won his match against Shawn. "Who's next?"
he kept blurting out. Shawn wasn't happy. Reed was trying to get the
controller from him. "C'mon, give it up. Your boyfriend is waiting for you,"
Matt joked.

"Why? Are you jealous? Joe's not putting up with you," Shawn countered then
begrudgingly conceded his controller to Reed and flipped them both before
turning his attention to Shane.

"Are you OK to drive?" Shawn asked Shane.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I didn't have much to drink."

Shawn walked him back to his truck. A firm handshake and a quick hug then
Shane was off. Shawn waited for the car to get out of his sight before
coming back into the apartment.

The stadium was blaring to the sound of the crowd waiting for the home team
to take the field. Shane found his way to Joe's group once again. The parade
of the teams gave way to the a one sided victory for the college. Everyone
was in party mood after the game. Shane and Shawn had something else in
mind. Shawn took his shower in the team's locker room, and met up with Shane
in the apartment afterwards. With his gym bag at the backseat of Shane's
truck, the two made their way to Shane house.

"You look good out there," Shane commented on Shawn's excellent performance.

"My performance or me?" Shawn joked.

"Both, he-he" the other guy concurred laughing.

"I'm hungry. Wanna eat some Chinese?" Shawn's suggested.

Rubbing the big guy's stomach Shane replied, "Are you sure it will be enough
to fill this up."

"Should be. A lot though."

"Wouldn't Reed be looking for you?"

"I don't think he will miss me much. He already sent me message if I'm going
to be away."

"Sounds like he is planning to get busy."

"Yeah, he is."

"Gonna have fun with his groupies?"

"Most likely."

"Wouldn't yours going to be looking for you?"

"They can wait to have me," Shawn bragged.

"Better be."

"This is reserved for you tonight," Shawn said while tracing his semi-hardon
under his shorts.

"LOL, you still have energy for that?"

"This can go on and on and on like the Energizer bunny," Shawn said pointing
at himself.

The drive brought them to a Chinese restaurant just outside Shane's town.
They ordered food enough to feed a family of five and extra order of egg
rolls which happened to be something of a favorite of the two.

On the horizon, the late sun of summer was making its final descent when the
two arrived at Shane's house. The loud cheers of the crowd had been replaced
by chirping crickets and musty odor of the sea water and the nearby swamp
mixed together filtered through the night's air that had long worn out its
effect on the residents of the sleepy town.

"Damn that reeks," Shawn complained as he swung his gym bag on his shoulder.

"You'll get to use it. And why do you complain, don't you get the whiff of
it anyways?" Shane countered.

"Yeah, but not this much."

"Thanks to that we get the cheapest shrimp in the land."

"That's how you get shrimp?"

"Yeah, don't you know? And how long you've been living in this state?"

"I've never known that."

Shane picked up their dinner and asked Shawn to unlock and open the door to
the house. Once inside, he carefully laid the boxes of Chinese food on the
table. He looked around and found Shawn browsing through his DVD collection,
"What you up to?"

"Looking for your porn stash."

"LOL, you won't find any. You can get porn for free on the Internet now."

"This one is still wrapped?"

"Which one?"

"This," Shawn said holding up a DVD.

"Oh that one, I don't even remember buying that."

"How come?"

"Bootleg from Thailand. I bought quite a few."

"No wonder the cover looks funny. Don't you get punish if they catch you?"
Shawn said examining the blurry printed cover of the a cheap looking DVD
case.

"It wasn't always like that. Just recently."

"Can I open it, see if it works?"

"Go ahead," Shane said who just finished opening their dinner and setting
plates on the table. Shawn looked at the table and skipped using the plate.
He grabbed a box of noodle and few egg rolls then jabbed a pair of
chopsticks in his take out box. Shane just scratched his head when he saw
the big guy went back to the living room and sat on the floor with his
dinner. Seeing Shawn, the soldier copied him and just took his own box and
chopsticks. Shawn was already engrossed with the movie. Shane sat on the
couch behind Shawn. With his legs, he pulled the big the guy closer to the
couch until he was leaning on it between his legs.

"Wow, look at that. You get free Chinese lesson," Shawn commented when the
foreign subtitle showed up on the screen.

"Those bootleg movies are hit or miss. Sometimes you get a decent copy,
often times you don't."

He caught a glimpse of the egg rolls Shawn was hoarding. "What the hell, did
you just take all the egg rolls?"  Shane said looking over at Shawn munching
on the egg rolls one after the other.

"I'm hungry, I still have one. You want it? It will cost you."

"Screw you."

"I guess you don't one any then," Shawn said threatening to put the last
remaining treat I his mouth.

"No, I want it. C'mon give it to me," Shane begged gently rubbing Shawn
crotch with his heel.

Shawn surrendered the remaining roll to Shane.

"Thank you, sir."

"You're welcome," Shawn stood up and made another trip to the table for his
seconds.

"Wow, you really are hungry."

A third through the movie, the empty boxes of Chinese food were stacked on
the table, and the two were comfortably watching the movie. Shawn was still
sitting on the floor and Shane on the couch. The  lull in the movie seemed
to have made Shawn restless. The feeling of tiredness when the adrenaline is
fighting it can play tricks on someone's body.

"What's wrong with you?" Shane asked.

"Nothing, just tired."

"You can crash in the bedroom."

"Not feeling sleepy though just tired."

"Shock of the first game?"

"Yeah, I guess."

Shawn stood up and started stretching his legs blocking Shane's view of the
television.

"Hey, the movie is just getting good." Shane said but the big guy pretended
not hearing anything. "C'mon move," Shane complained once more.

"Ooops, sorry," Shawn again pretending to apologize.

"Find something else better to do than blocking my view."

"Well, do you want a hand job?" Shawn naughtily suggested as he sat right
next to the other guy.

Shane still fixated on the movie didn't answer but moved his hand out of the
way and put it over the big guy's shoulder. It didn't take long before Shawn
had him out of his shorts. After tugging on his balls  for a bit, Shawn
wrapped his hand around the hardening cock. Shane tried hard to ignore the
attention he was getting by acting unaffected with his eyes directed on the
TV, but the warm hand rubbing him proved to be undeniably irresistible.

With a smile on his painted on his face he said, "I like that."

"You like getting a hand job?"

"No, I mean, that you are pestering me that way."

"I can pester you better than this," Shawn whispered in his ear.

"You're breath smells like onion," Shane pushing Shawn's face.

"Why are you complaining? We ate the same thing and besides you won't smell
any where my mouth is going."

Shane couldn't find a good comeback and just laughed it off, "Do whatever
you want just let me watch my movie."

Shawn laid down on the couch resting his head on Shane's stomach then he
gave him a wide grin. He turned on his side look, a quick look at the movie
and when it didn't interest him, he turned his attention to the hard dick in
front of him. Shane gave out a soft moan to acknowledge what he was getting.

"Don't get too carried away," Shane warned him. "I'm planning for a long
night," he continued.

Shane never made it to the end of the movie. The two ended up sharing a
shower when Shane could no longer ignore the other man's playful advances.
Shane was soaping Shawn admiring his towering big frame, and examining the
telltale signs of the football game that left a few marks on the big guy.
The redness on one of Shawn's thighs and a bruise on his side gave the Shane
a pause.

"Are you sure those are normal?"

"I had worse."

"Does it hurt?" Shane running his hand over the bruises.

"They're still numb."

After confirming that nothing was out of the ordinary, the two continued
their shower in the small cramped bathtub. They bodies touching and grinding
as they moved in and out of the flowing water. The only indication of the
what was to come was there occasional hugs and pecks on the others neck.
Shawn stepped out of the shower first and dried himself. Shane finished his
own shower while the other man was leaving the bathroom.

"What taking you so long?" Shawn shouted from the bedroom.

"In a minute, just drying myself."

Not a moment soon, Shane was standing by the bed looking at the Shawn who
was laying in the middle of the bed with his full nakedness in display.

"Damn, my whole body felt jello all of a sudden," Shawn said. The soothing
effect of the warm shower did its work on his his tired body.

Shane climbed on the bed straddling him by his groin area. Before planting a
kiss on Shawn's lips, he said, "Don't worry, I'll do all the work, gentle
and slow." He wasn't a type of guy to lust on someone's body, but the big
tight toned body of Shawn was just too tempting not to explore. Shawn's eyes
followed the other man's hands as they slowly massage his biceps then his
chest down to his sides. Shane held his waist and gave the him a wide grin.

"Been thinkin' about tapping that, huh?" Shawn replied grinning back.

"You've got one of the best looking bubble butt. Don't you know that?"

"Well, it's yours. Have fun."

"Oh, I will, but before that, let's get this fat one hard," Shane slowly
stroking the Shawn's cock. The big man's uncut dick responded to the gentle
strokes and the pink head glistened from the ample precum oozing out of it.
"Damn, what a nice looking dick." There were times when moment of tenderness
was what they were looking for, but tonight made for a good time just to
have some fun. It's not as often that Shane had a way with a very willing
Shawn.

"Just lay down there and look macho," Shane said. Shawn put his hands behind
his head parted his legs to make room. Shane's eyes were now fixated on the
waiting cock. He licked the head teasing it and Shawn responded with a
guttural grunt. In no time, Shane's mouth was wrapped around Shawn's manhood
and slowly going down on it. He switched from sucking on it to licking the
underside of the cock and his equally impressive balls. Enjoying the
hardness and bigness in his mouth. The lucky receiver of the sensual
attention was moaning and grunting giving his approval.

The sight of the man going down on him prompted him to ask Shane to change
position. "Can you flip around? I want to suck yours too." He scooted down
the bed while Shane moved to a sixty-nine position with him on top. He
carefully guided his cock to Shawn's waiting mouth then leaned back to the
big dick that had been mesmerizing him for the better part of the night. The
room was filled by their moans and sometimes slurping sounds as the two
exchanged a frantic oral stimulation. As the sexual encounter progressed,
Shane was ready to give it to to Shawn. "On your stomach," he commanded.

Shawn turned over and splayed his legs ready to receive Shane. "Someone told
me you like it deep and slow," Shane uttered. Shawn smiled. It must have
been Reed who told him that. Shane reached for the nightstand's drawer and
pulled out a tube of lube and squeezed a few drops on his hard cock, and
with his finger, he primed Shawn's  waiting hole.

"Ready?"  Shane asked.

"Yeah," Shawn responded.

With that, Shane eased himself inside Shawn who gasped for air when the
soldier's hard cock was deeply planted in him. Shane started his slow
assault, "You like that?" he said teasing Shawn,

"Give it to me, baby," Shawn grunted encouraging the man on top of him.

Shane straddled him with his legs resting on the back of Shawn's thighs. The
sensation of the hard cock filling his hole made Shawn moaned and groaned
with pleasure. In between Shane's slow strokes, he would pick up the pace
and hammered the big guy's behind. The slapping sounds muffled the moans
coming from both of them. Shawn was not complaining. He wanted Shane's cock
deep inside him. Then Shane slowed down burying himself deep before
returning back to slow strokes.

"I could do this all night," Shane said panting.

"I'm all yours."

"Damn, you are so fuckin' hot," Shane whispered in his ear then peppered him
with kisses on the cheek and neck. Even the night that was planned out to
last long, the night slowly built up to inevitable crescendo. Shane motioned
the big guy to turn over. With their eyes locked with each other, Shawn arms
wrapped around the man on top of him who was now working on his release, his
legs swung in the air with every full body thrusts he was receiving. Then
the sound of the peak of sexual pleasure briefly filled the room. Shane
unloaded his seed deep inside him.

A kiss on the lips ended Shane's conquest, "Thank you , babe," he told the
smiling man under him. He propped himself up and wrapped his hand around
Shawn's still hard cock. Shawn gyrated as his own impending release that had
already built up came. His body jerked with a short bursts of "aahhs" for
every drop of cum that spewed out of him. Shane was happy looking at the
mess decorating the Shawn's wide torso.

"Damn, that was awesome," Shawn said after catching his breath.

Shane grabbed the towel that he brought with him and wiped himself and Shawn
clean. Shawn turned over in his stomach making room for Shane to lay down.
Shawn put his arm on Shane's chest. Shane looked at him, but the exhausted
man already had his face buried on his pillow. Shane switched off the lights
and said goodnight to Shawn.

Shawn responded, "I'll sleep like a baby."

"If you wake me up in the middle of the night, you know what is going to
happen," Shane jokingly warned him.

"Just wake me up if this needs another action," Shawn replied rubbing
Shane's spent dick.

It was already eleven in the morning when Shawn woke up the next day. A
quick shower and he went looking for Shane. The smell of the breakfast drew
him to the kitchen. Shane was napping on the couch still in his undies.
Shawn finished his meal and sat on the couch which woke up the napping
Shane.

"Still tired?"

"Just a little sore but I'm fine."

"Sorry, I was at you for a bit last night."

"Really, I didn't even notice that it was that long."

"Time flew by quick when you're having fun." Shane said running his hand
over Shawn's uncombed hair.

"What's the plan for today?" Shawn asked.

"What do you guys normally do on Sundays?"

"Nothing, just sleep through the day mostly."

"We can drive to the beach after lunch then grill outside after," Shane
suggested.

"Sounds good."

By three that day, the two were zipping through the crowd frolicking the
beach, tossing around a football. The beach was busy with people taking
advantage of the warm Southern fall weather. Among the crowd they were busy
with their own game of flashing their sweaty bodies to one another as they
run around catching the football. Shane would often caught a glimpse of
Shawn flexing his muscles for him which he responded by doing the same pose.
When throwing football became old, they tried crashing someone else
volleyball game. Some other college kids made their way to the beach. When
their stashed of cold beer ran out, it was also their signal to head back
home. A quick detour to the store for a few cuts of steak and more cold
beverages for grilling, and they're in Shane's backyard setting of for some
barbecue. Shane prepared the steak while Shawn lounged on one top of the
picnic table catching the last rays of the setting sun.

"You are gonna splinters laying on that," Shane warned him.

The big guy rolled around to check his back just in case. "I'm hungry when
it's gonna be ready," he complained instead.

"Dude, I just started."

"Just kidding," Shawn sat up looking at the dense tree line behind the
house. "Aren't you afraid something will just come out of that when you are
grilling out here?"

"Don't tell me that. One time I swear, I saw a bear."

"LOL, we don't have bears around here."

Most of the times, their days together went like that. They talked about
many mundane things never really bared into the more serious stuff. The
darkening sky as the smell of the roasted meat on the fire filled the air
and the chirping of critters brought in things that they were not so sure
how to go about.

"Are we really going out?" Shane asked out of nowhere.

Shawn looked at him and responded tentatively "I guess we are."

"Are you really sure about that?"

"Honestly, I don't know. I mean, not I'm not really sure how it supposed to
go." Being comfortable about themselves didn't really mean anything. They've
both been with a girl in which the norms were predetermined by the long
history of human civilization. But they were threading a different path.

"I guess we could just let it play along and have the feel of it along the
way."

"I guess so too," Shawn agreed.

"So what about our good friend Reed?" Shane asked while carefully turning
over the meat over the fire.

"Honestly, he's been quite distant in that area. I think he's giving us
space."

"I don't mind," Shane confided.

"Are you sure?"

"As long as it's just nutting, I really don't see the problem with that."

"You've seemed more open minded about things more than me."

"Like you said, I too don't know how it supposed to go. Maybe if we don't
try too hard it will work out."

"OK, I tell you what, maybe I'll ask you first before I do it with someone
else. You always gets the first dibs," Shawn offered his best response.

"Why? Are you planning a lot of it I gather?" Shane responded.

Shawn was taken a back a little after recognizing what he said. "No, I'm
not."

"LOL, maybe you have a girlfriend that I don't know about."

"Someone that rubs us jocks the right way, yes, but not girlfriend,
girlfriend. He-he."

"Freakin' jocks."

"Maybe you have one . . . or a special buddy in the base," Shawn countered.

"Not here. If you really wanna know in the old base . . ."

"Do you sit in circle when polishing your guns?"

"No, someone normally polished mine."

"I bet, you like it shooting too."

"That was the plan," Shane said then giggled.

"Are the steaks ready?"

"About done."

"Damn, I have a boner now." Shawn said. Shane looked at his direction. He
was again laying on the picnic table with his swimming trunks undone
examining his hardening big dick out in the open.

"Why don't you make yourself useful and put that thing away and grab some
plates inside?" Shane requested. Luckily Shane's backyard being in a
cul-de-sac was hidden from view.

Shawn dutifully fetched plates and forks for the two of them and set them on
the table. Shane brought in his haul of freshly cook steaks. Few slices of
potatoes and corn cobs rounded their dinner that disappeared in an instant.
Shane brought in the dirty dishes. A sniffed of his shirt decided that a
shower was in order.

"I'm taking a shower. Will you clean the grill?" he shouted from the
kitchen.

"Yes sir!" he heard from outside.

After a few minutes, the freshly showered Shane came back. He smiled when he
saw the clean grills and the metal fire guards set by the foot of the grill.

"Hey, better take a shower now before you decide to finish all those beers."

Shawn smelled himself as if protesting before going in. Outside, Shane lit
one the bug repellents, the light from the kitchen would suffice for the
night. It was looking like a good evening. The sky was clear and the
half-faced moon was making it's way up. He was on his way relaxing on the
one of the deck chairs when he heard the radio being turned on. He looked
inside and saw Shawn still drying his hair and fiddling with the stereo.

"It's nice out here," he said when he walked out. "It's so quiet," he added
then sat on the picnic table with his feet on the bench facing the Shane who
had his own feet resting on the bench. Shane tossed him a can of beer from
the cooler by his side. The flickering lights of the next door neighbor
illuminated the rest of the area.

"That forest looks scary."

"Are talking you about the pee line?" Shane asked.

"Pee line?" Shawn replied confused.

"Oh, when I have people from the base here that becomes our restroom."

"Something might just jump out of that thing and bite off your dick."

Suddenly Shane had a naughty idea seeing where Shawn was sitting. He leaned
forward and fished out Shawn's cock out of the sleeve of his shorts then sat
back with a grin on his face. Shawn on the other hand, just continued
talking as if nothing unusual happened.

"Eeww!" Shawn grimaced and twitched imagining his dick getting bitten off.

"LOL," Shane recognizing where the reaction was coming from.

"So doing it with Reed is fine?" Shawn asked for confirmation.

"I must admit, I might do it too," Shane confided. "Reed is a looker," he
continued.

"Got yah?" Shawn said then winked. "By the way, you might still caught me
jacking off sometimes even when you're around."

"Jerking off is always a fair game. So other than jerking off, do you have
times when you just want to get off?" Shane asked.

Shawn was hesitating to answer.

"C'mon don't be shy," Shane egged him.

"I just like to get blown sometimes, take my dick out then someone takes
care of it and let me enjoy the whole thing."

"That doesn't sound so unusual."

"I don't know, but sometimes I just feel like I want one out of nowhere."

"That's still not out of the ordinary."

It must have been on how he was getting it that gave him pause a little, "I
would get lucky when a fanboy was around."

"Three taps on my shoulder," Shane agreeing to fulfill Shawn's need.

Shawn eyes seemed to twinkle, "Cool. So I guess you have your own too?"

"I love quickies," Shane replied with no hesitation.

"Oh shoot!" Shawn said when finally realized what he got himself into.

Shane remembering Shawn's fascination of the office setting, "We can
sometimes do it in my office," he said enticing Shawn with a wink.

The banter about some bits of their sexual habits had a very obvious effect
on the younger man whose cock had been hard peeking out of his shorts'
sleeve. Shane looked to his left then to his right to see if the coast was
clear. He set his beer on the table and took a seat by the bench in between
Shawn's legs. He rolled down the sleeve to completely let the big dick out
into the open. Shawn was just following what the other man was doing moving
his beer by his chest to get his hand out of the way. He took a swig of his
beer but had to stop in the middle of his sip and almost gag on it when he
felt Shane's mouth wrapping around his cock.

"Ummph!" Shawn blurted out. "Damn, you almost made it came out of my nose."

"Sorry, I wasn't looking," Shane replied looking at Shawn laughing as he
stroked the hard cock in front of him.

"It just feel so different when you do it somehow," Shawn said.

"Feels good? You want some good suckin'."

"Yeah."

Then the two continue on with their conversation between Shane going down on
him and stroking his cock trying not to make it not too involve just a good
clean fun while they chilled outside, but the cool Fall wind finally made
its presence known.

"C'mon, let's go inside. We have an early day tomorrow," Shane suggested.

They're clothes were piled on the floor by the foot of the bed as the two
tumbled on the bed in a lip lock hands exploring each others body. Shane was
grasping the back of Shawn's neck as his tongue darted in and out of Shawn's
mouth while the other man's hands were massaging his ass cheeks and pushing
his hips closer. Their eyes met after a brief respite from their making out.
Shawn grinned and with his finger signaled Shane to turn around. Another
smack on the lips, Shane turned himself around, so he could get some Shawn's
meaty treat. On their sides, the passionate kisses had been replaced by the
intent desire to pleasure one another. For a good bit, the room was filled
with their muffled "aahhs" coming out from their lips that were busy sliding
back and forth throbbing manhood of the person whose desire they wanted to
satisfy.  Shane was had long been accustomed to Shawn's extra girth and was
able to match Shawn. They were not wasting any time. The sound of soft moans
that emanated from each others just made them even more eager to please.
After a frantic exchange of oral stimulation, both out of breath but not
ready to surrender, they disengaged and flopped on the bed.

"Wow, I can't believe I was able to hold back," Shawn said.

"Me too," Shane replied lying on the bed rubbing Shawn's thigh which made it
to Shawn's round ass.

"So can I have quickies sometimes?" Shawn never really answered it earlier,
so he was curious about it.

"Yes, you can have your quickies."

"Nice, I promise I'll be gentle . . . most of the time," Shane responded
with a grin.

Shawn got up, "Oh, you are so gonna get some good poundin'. You've been
naughty." For which the soldier just responded by raising his legs making
himself ready to receive the man who was kneeling on the bed between his
legs. Shawn reached over and took out the lube from the nightstand and
handed it to Shane. Shane already knew what the big guy wanted, so he
smeared a few drops of lube on Shawn's cock and then primed himself. Shawn
leaned over with Shane's legs by his big arms. Looking at intensely at the
Shane's blue eyes waiting for Shane to finally guide his hard cock to his
waiting hole. Shawn pushed it in deep then gave Shane a kiss before starting
his slow and long strokes. Shane gave out a long soft moan as he felt the
entire length slid inside him.

"You like?" Shawn teased.

"Yeah, baby give it to me."

Shawn pulled the cover over then the two made love with only their grinding
bodies talking. Between their grunts and moans were long passionate kisses.
The night faded with a long guttural grunt from Shane as he spew his load on
this stomach then Shawn immediately followed releasing his seed deep inside
him. After quick exchange of thanks, Shawn rolled over letting Shane rest on
him.

The morning sun was already out when the made their trip back to the campus.
Like always, Shane was left to himself during the morning commute back to
the campus while Shawn dozed off for most of the drive. Shane dropped him
off to his apartment complex as the whole place slowly stirred to life to
the march of young sleepy college kids trying to make to their classes in
time then he proceeded to open the office.

He slowly pulled the blinds up and looked through the window. The sight of
the students busy darting in and out of his sight that he had already taken
for granted were coming back into view. The long days sitting at his desk
waiting for a few young men to set foot in his office many looking forward
to serve but plenty were looking for a way out of the slow town. He massaged
his temple then sat by the chair in front of the desk. He looked up and saw
the face of an sternly looking middle aged man. Months passed by quickly.
Without a word the commanding officer handed him his new order. He knew all
a long that he had to say goodbye to the blissful existence of college life.
And it was good.

The sound of the roaring crowd had been replaced by the eerie chugs of
choppers bringing in the new arrival to a camp in what looked like a
desolate place on Earth. Shane was part of the second wave of deployment
from his base. Shane surveyed the land when set foot on the dry sandy
desert. He looked back and for a brief moment saw the sad face of his
grandmother and beside her were Shawn and Reed sending him off. That was
last time he saw them. His grandma who raised him passed away in the middle
of tour while Shawn and Reed moved on with their lives. The thing he heard
was Reed moving to another state and Shawn moving back to the city where he
grew up.

An occasional email from Shawn and people that he knew kept him going. But
the missions kept on coming and soon enough his part-time college life was
completely replaced by his martial duties. The six months that he told Shawn
when he was going to be back easily turned to a year then another. Many
times they were told that they would go home but it never came for several
more years. Shane saw the base transformed from a collection of tents to
full blown operational base. The permanency of the war effort had long been
accepted by many even if it wasn't officially mentioned.

The sound of gun fires and bombs falling from the sky had been his company
for many years.

"Ooppss, I'm so sorry,"he heard a lady who was profusely apologizing to him.

He looked at his lap that was drenched in beer. The home team just scored
and out of excitement the lady jumped up with her cup in hand. Shane
recollection faded away.