Date: Wed, 16 Dec 2009 11:18:32 -0800 (PST)
From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Holiday Noises

It was one of those older houses with a porch that wrapped around half of
it, alcoves with windows, servent stairways and three floors plus attic
areas.

As a kid Troy explored it and always found different ways to access a
different attic area using stairs from the third floor.

Returning years later for the holidays, he found himself housed in one of
those attics with other visiting cousins.

And returning from his stretch in the Army, he found himself once again
housed in one alone. He felt like a child again wandering the third floor
and going up the one flights to bedrooms and storage space.

The majority of kids and men were outdoors ignoring the winter mist playing
football or just running around. The sounds of their laughter could be
heard through the walls. He'd stop here and there to peek out one of the
porthole type windows to see brave shirtless relatives running across the
expansive lawn.

Chatter and clanking could be heard too from two floors down where many of
his Aunts, cousins and grand parents cleaned, prepared upcoming meals and
gossiped about their menfolk or someone they saw on Oprah.

His own parents had divorced. His mother was downstairs and his father
thousands of miles away where he'd be visiting soon. He hadn't seen the man
since he put on a uniform and successfully protected himself while enduring
the heat of deserts and the military justification for their decisions.

He had much to tell he man who was still his father despite his mother's
remarriage.

The Uniform had come off as soon as he was shown where he would stay. It
had been a nice month since Thanksgiving. Here he could rest, recover and
think about the future.

And here too, Tory found he was not alone in the family.

That first day, after hanging up his uniform for good, wearing only boxer
shorts and a robe, he looked for the bathroom climbing stairs, going into
doors he though he remembered.

"Ohhh sorry dudes" he mumbled but he didn't want to leave. The sight of
three of his cousins naked having sex, the type of sex he liked, was
magnetic. He closed the door and heard them stumble around and mumble
"Who's that?" "Shit he'll tell someone"

He found the bathroom and upon exiting bumped into one of the younger guys
he had seen. "Don't worry man I don't tell anyone stuff. " he proceeded to
introduce himself as cousin Troy.

Standing naked in his room, he looked out the open window blowing the smoke
into the air so the tell tale aroma wouldn't drift through the house. He
had begun to smoke pot in the Army.

"Here man suck it it" The guy sitting so close to him, Troy could feel his
body heat, handed it. He inhaled and coughed. Troy was embarassed but noted
the others that took the joint did the same thing.

"It's the only way to survive here" Dobby the soldier who passed the joint
explained. "And if you need help with other stuff, let me know" his hand
squeezed Troy's inner thigh.

He wondered how the guy knew he liked guys. He had only arrived two weeks
before and assigned to this unit days ago. But he thought he misunderstood
the guy.

"Uh thanks I'll do what I can to help you guys too" he said feeling another
squeeze acknowledging his words.

"Hey man, you got some I can do?" The voice made him turn around ignoring
the fact he ws naked. One of the guys he saw earlier was standing in the
doorway. Now he was dressed in cutoffs.

"Uh yea but better do it here" Troy reached for his boxers and pulled them
on. The younger was one was Douglas, one of his second or third cousins. He
was obviously experienced inhaling, holding and enduring the captured smoke
in his lungs.

"Uh so you just got out Mom said" he handed the joint back to Troy, his
eyes sweeping the view.

"Yea, spending time here then on to California where my Dad lives" Troy
said. He smiled trying not to stare at Douglas' fingers unbuttoning his
shorts and pushing them down his hips till they barely covered his pubes.

"Cool. Uh we were just messing around, you know horny teenagers" Douglas
said.

"No worries. Guys gotta do stuff" Troy said

"Hey you did good out there today" Dobby said. They had returned from three
day scouting. There was gunfire, explosions and moments that smoke hid the
sight of each other.

"Thanks. I'm just glad we all got back" Troy admitted he was still rattled
from his first exposure from enemy fire.

"Got to relax, can't do it here. Shower tent, go into the back." Dobby said
"I'll get a joint for later" he told Troy and the other two in their squad
"Meet you at the mess tent.

"Come on man" one of the others slapped Troy on the shoulder "You need it"

Troy smelled his armpit and they laughed. Wandering into the darkness naked
wearing only towels seemed dangerous. But he followed his mates across the
sand to the shower tent. It was surrounded by building blocking any bullets
or schrapnel that might fly that way.

"You have a nice bod" Douglas said "Army kept you working out huh" He
accepted the joint with one hand and tucked his other one under the edge of
his waistband.

"Worked out before, wrestling in High School, City College teams" he said
inhaling as he felt good about the compliment.

Doug was younger then he but probably old enough to be legal. He wondered
how long the cousin had been having sex with other guys.

The tent was full of other members of the company, soaping, singing,
laughing as they danced in and out of the sprays of hot water. Troy saw
more then one soaping another soldiers' back. It wasn't sex so much as
buddies taking care of each other.

"Come on" his Corporal said nudging him to follow him through the crowd of
naked men to a far corner. They found a nozzle to stand under, soaped up
and Troy reached without the guys request. The Corporal didn't move away
but let his back be felt by Troy's soapy hands.

"They put us up here because we get uh noisy. If they only knew" Douglas
laughed "Wonder why they put you up here, you alone?"

Troy nodded absentmindedly scratching his crotch as he inhaled. "Yea,
dunno, just kind of nice to not sleep in a tent or barracks with so many
other guys"

"Oh, well didn't mean to uh bother you if you wanted to be alone" Douglas
looked suddenly self conscious.

"No man didn't mean that" Troy put his hand on the boys bare shoulder. "I
like it that you guys are next to me. We have things in common" he smiled
letting his hand moved down the boys chest without leaving it.

Douglas smiled and blushed. His hand touched Troy's belly and move to rest
on the waistband of his boxers.

The Corporal pulled his arm moving through an opening leaving the hot
water. Troy followed him into totally darkness. There were sounds here too
that told him, this was the place nobody talked about but Dobby said he
should go to.

It didn't take long for Troy to realize that in the darkness here there
were no eyes that would judge, name call or convict. The soldiers were like
him, rattled, grateful and needing diversion.

The hands, mouths, hard penis that did just that were everywhere. He didn't
care who it was. The need for diversive pleasure was all that mattered. He
indulged, gave, took and shared until his body exhausted of desire told him
it was time to step back into the hot water spray and return to he
barracks.

Drying his body by the bunk, Troy wondered if anyone else was there. Was
Dobby, or the others? He knew the Corporal.

"Uh thanks" he said to Dobby when he arrived similarly drying himself.
Dobby just nodded and didn't say anything. Troy knew nobody would talk
about what they did ever. It helped them survive and that's what buddies
did in the Army.

"They're gonna call us to dinner soon. Doing a movie out there" Douglas
said as he removed his cutoffs and grabbed a pillow from Troy's bed to
kneel on.

Troy inhaled deeply not moving away or helping as the boy pulled his boxer
shorts down his thighs. He stepped out of the cloth and wondered if he
should cross the room to close the door.

Douglas didn't seem to think about it as he liked, sniffed and was soon
giving Troy a blowjob. Troy let his body do what he had learned was
important. He inhaled deeply and let his nervous system take over
eventuallyl spilling his sperm into Douglas mouth and throat.

"Nice" Troy said.

The kissed. Troy tasted his own fluids still in Douglas' mouth.

"I'll come back late tonight if you want" Douglas said as grabbed his
shorts from the floor.

He looked at the older cousin. Troy remained naked and squeezed the last
drops from his own dick and put them into his mouth.

"Sure, bring your friends" Troy smiled.

"Really?" Douglas said "We can get pretty noisy".

"Fuck man I like noise, the right kind of noises" He said remembering the
darkness of the tent, the moans, groaning, slurping and sounds that only
much needed orgasms can force a throat to emit.

"It's going to be one hell of a holiday" He said watching Douglas leave the
room, his buttocks moving and inviting Troy to think about what would
happen that night and perhaps for many nights to come.