Date: Sat, 2 Apr 2016 14:10:42 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Retirement

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Technically, I could have retired a decade ago, I guess, and if you ask
most guys, they'd sure tell you that 20 years is more than enough. If you'd
asked me at 19 years in, I would've said the same. But at the time, things
were just starting to heat up again overseas, and the idea of sitting on my
38-year-old ass while my brothers and sisters put theirs on the line - even
if it was for all the wrong reasons, bullshit reasons, but they were still
over there doing it - didn't sit right with me. Tucker in particular
thought I was nuts, and he only had a couple years in himself, at that
point. But besides all that, the idea of coming home, pretending like
Denise and I could salvage our marriage, and then having to reenter
civilian life on top of that, well, I guess I figured it was better to
stick with what you knew. The Army was sure happy to have me, and promptly
sent me over to Iraq, and after a year of stewing and fighting over my
decision, Denise filed for divorce, I happily signed, and then I was pretty
much in control of my own destiny for maybe the first time since I was
17. Before I knocked up my high school girlfriend, before Tucker came
along, before I joined up, with my back against the wall as a big ex-jock
teenager with no better options.

Now, though, I was done. 30 years in, coming up on 50, single and in good
shape and with my financial future squared away. It was me-time now, but
the only problem was, 30 years of living on the Army's time and schedule
left me a little ill-prepared for the comparative laziness of civilian
life. So much free time, and only so many ways a man could fill it. I'd
never remarried after Denise, hadn't wanted to be married to her in the
first place, if it hadn't been for Tucker, and truthfully, I was enjoying
the opportunity to pursue some interests I'd long had. Things I'd had a
hard time checking out, exploring in the old days, but the few furtive
hookups I'd managed with some close buds were amazing. True. Some guys have
a hard time fucking around with their buds with a wife and kid at home, but
it never troubled me, nor any of my fellow fuckbuds in the uniform. We
understood each other, understood the kinds of lives we were expected to
lead, and the kinds of things we really wanted.

It was different for Tucker. My big kid could enjoy the relative freedom of
life after DADT, and I knew he had a taste for the same adventures I
did. Knew it since he was a big, hunky, funny 16-year-old wrestler kid,
since him and a bud had gotten busted naked together fucking around under
the bleachers of his high school down in Fayetteville. We'd had a good long
talk that night, him and me, while Denise banged dishes angrily in the
kitchen and fumed. A good long talk, secrets shared, truths revealed, which
led to him and me drinking a couple of illicit beers in the garage, which
led to a surprising kiss, and some even more surprising, deeper ones. The
feeling of my big, muscular boy pressed up tight to me, wrapped up in my
arms, swapping tongues. Fuck, it was so taboo, so wrong, but it was so
fuckin' exciting, for both of us. The first time he rode my big cock, a
little while later, Denise gone to her sister's for another of her regular
breaks, shit, I saw stars. Tucker's big, ever-growing muscles, all creamy
and full, smooth, the big excited grin on his cute face, the way my Cavalry
Stetson sat on his head as he rode me like the star athlete he was,
spurting cum all over my chest as I bred him. The way he grinned, leaned
in, and worshipfully licked his cum from my dogtags, sucking them clean,
before I pulled him in for another searing, incestuous kiss. No wonder he
wanted to join up, despite our best efforts to get him to go to college. He
loved the life, loved the uniform, and loved the men inside of it. He was
one stubborn motherfucker, just like I was, so in the end, all I could do
was let him do it and hope for the best.

Tucker and me kept it up, even as him and I both played around with our
fellow soldiers when we could. When I showed up in Baghdad, he was already
there, stunning and powerful with 21-year-old muscles, his first ink
already inscribed on his skin, and we worked diligently on finding a quiet
place to hook up, reconnect, celebrate my divorce from his mother. He
sucked on my newly bare ring finger as he worked my big cock again, rode me
like a fucking rodeo cowboy, as I squeezed and stroked his big, sexy
muscles, moaned his name, poured jet after jet of pent-up cum inside my
solider son. Felt his own seed shower me all over again, mixing with the
intense sweat from our fuck and the humid heat of the Baghdad night, shared
that salty, slippery mix with him in a panting kiss. Nobody wanted to be in
Iraq, of course, but at least it wasn't Afghanistan, and even though
everybody, my boy included, thought I was crazy for reenlisting, I was the
happiest I'd ever been.

Now, though, I was done. I had a little part-time job at Home Depot, which
kept me busy and gave me a few opportunities for some fun diversions with a
few of the hunky, married dudes that came through the store. And every so
often, I'd ride up to Fort Hood when Tucker was back, and spend some
quality time with my big boy. Like now, my cock half-hard with anticipation
the whole drive, growing harder when the big hunky stud met me at the door
to his little apartment, fully throbbing when he wrapped his big-muscled
arms around me and slipped his eager, agile tongue inside my
mouth. Stripping each other naked, loving the husky, lusty sounds of
appreciation he made as he licked, kissed, explored my still-big muscles
from head to toe, naked on his bed, writhing around like we'd loved to do
since he was 16. Tasting each other, slipping inside one another with our
fingers, tongues, cocks. The steady, steely thrust of his big cock, first
inside my mouth, then up inside the tightness of my ass, as he stared
lustily into my eyes. My big, sexy hunk of a son, a squared-away soldier
like his Dad, all mine for a long, sweaty weekend of family bonding. Just
like the good old days, only better.

We sprawled out naked, sweaty, on the wreck of his bed afterwards, sharing
a couple beers, talking easily about old times, the same-old-shit
familiarity of his day-to-day, and yeah, I found myself missing the old
routine a little.

"Must be nice, all that free time to play golf, fool around with your
contractor fuckbuddies," he said with a playful grin. "Hope you don't get
all fat and lazy in your middle age now, Mr. Man of Leisure."

I temporarily silenced his smartassery with a long, wet, probing kiss,
still tasting the leftovers of our first session on his tongue, or maybe
mine, it was hard to tell, all mixed up like that. And like always,
Tucker's tongue, his little manly pleasure sounds, the feeling of his
thickly muscled soldier's bod, the knowledge that this was the kid I'd
made, joined up for, made my big dick slowly rise again.

"Well what about you, kid?" I asked. "In a few years, you'll be at your
20. You gonna hang it up? Find somebody to settle down with and annoy the
shit out of daily?"

He laughed, shook his head, slid his hand over the big muscles of my chest,
slipping his muscular thigh over mine, entwining them.

"Maybe, we'll see," he said. "Nobody lined up though. I already got my
hands pretty full as it is."

We kissed again, chuckling into it as he reached down and filled his hand
with the thickness of my sticky cock, helping it rise again, his
always-expert touch getting me seriously rolling. Hard for him. Hard for
this. Hard for us.

"You could have 'em lined up for you, big guy," I murmured against his
lips, nuzzling. "A nice dude to spend the rest of your life with. Can't
spend all your days chasing young soldier tail."

"Well, I happen to like chasing young soldier tail," he laughed, kissing me
again. "But who's to say I don't already have my eye on somebody, big guy?"

"Well shit, eight years'll be up before you know it, kid," I replied. "What
you waiting for?"

He gave me those big brown eyes, that cute, charming grin that could unlock
the tightest-closed thighs. Rubbed his hand up and down the still-strong
muscles of my stomach.

"Who says I'm waiting, Dad?" he said. "Who's to say he's not right here?"

I stared at him, not quite getting it. And then I did. My heart thumped a
little.

"Who's to say," he went on, as he slowly slipped over me, straddling me,
between quick, soft, teasing kisses, "that it couldn't be you, Dad? You and
me, two grunts making a life together? Spend the next few years coming home
to Daddy... and then when I hit my 20, we can both kick back and fuckin'
enjoy each other, at last. All the time."

He'd slipped over and down me before I could even process what he was
doing, too stunned and aroused by what he was saying. He slipped easily
down my thickness, filling himself with me, the man he'd called his hero
his whole life, his father, his fellow soldier. His man. Riding me like the
Cavalry man he was born to be. Riding me like he'd wanted to do since he
was a kid, knowing he had me, always had. Had me for life, if he wanted
it. I know I did.

Suddenly, retirement didn't seem like an endless expanse of time to be
filled, an old life to be missed. I never felt better, more alive than when
I was with my boy, and now it looked like this old soldier had plenty more
life left in him yet. I slid my hands up the bunched muscles of this young
soldier's big thighs, up his sweaty flanks, pulling his handsome face down
to meet mine in a searing kiss, and I let my big, hunky soldier son ride us
both into the future together.