Date: Sun, 24 Aug 2014 16:48:35 +0200
From: Dampies Dampis <dampies1960@gmail.com>
Subject: Sheep in Wolf's Clothing 7

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When we arrived at the bungalow, the other guys were just returning from
church so when we made our way in we didn't look too out of place.

There was a lot of discussion about what had happened in the mess hall that
morning, and much hilarity about the way that Parvus Excrementum, otherwise
known as Little Shit, had almost lost his head at the hands of Big Ben
Jordaan, and then had copped it anyhow when he messed his drink all over
his neighbour at the mess table.

Everybody (except Parvus) came and stood around our bunk bed as we settled
in, and there were many curious looks. The guys were completely silent.

"Wha-a-at?" Ben asked, pretending to be busy at his trommel. I lay back on
my bunk, pretending to read a comic book.

Nobody said a word. Just broad grins all around. Eventually Tobie started.

"S-o-o-o...? Tell us...!"

""Tell you what?" Ben shot back, blushing all the way into the roots of his
blond hair.

Wessels continued.

"Where were you two when we went off to church?"

"What do you mean? We were right there with you, didn't you see us?"

Parvus made the mistake of chiming in.

"Hu-uh! You were not. I was looking out for you because..." and that's how
far he got.

"SHUT UP!" a chorus of male voices silenced him. His words dribbled like
shit down his ugly little chin and he slunk off out of the bungalow.

"Fucking snitch..." Wessels voiced what we all felt. "But he's right, of
course. You weren't at church. So come on, what's going on?"

The comic book held my attention as I pretended not to be involved in the
conversation at all even though I was smiling from ear to ear on the inside.

"Guys," Big Ben Jordaan started, "we have something to tell you."

Wessels immediately chimed in "Bennie and Ben, sitting up a tree..."

"Shut the fuck up, Wessels," Tobie shouted, joined by a myriad of other
voices. "Let the man speak, for crying out loud!"

The cabal subsided and Ben sat down next to me on the bunk. He reached back
and put his hand on my shoulder.

"I asked Bennie if I could be his man...and if he would be my Gay-boy..."

You could hear a pin drop. I became alarmed and for the first time looked
up from the comic, afraid that we had started a riot. Nobody said a word.
No expression changes, nothing to indicate that anything untoward had been
said. Finally Coert Bruwer, a boy so shy that you sometimes wondered if he
even had a voice, almost whispered:

"I told you."

That did it. They fell on us and shoved and poked and thumped and hugged
and the noise was overpowering and wonderful in its congratulatory
intensity. It lasted for minutes and when I thought our bunk would collapse
with the combined weight of the melee, it subsided and red-faced and
grinning to a man, the boys sat back on the surrounding bunk beds and just
stared at us, eyes shining with happiness for us.

"So, aren't you guys, like, shocked or...'the moer in' (the hell in)... or..."
His voiced trailed off.

Coert was again the unlikely spokesman.

"Listen here..." His quiet voice barely disturbed the Sunday quiet of the
bungalow, where late morning sunlight was now streaming onto our bunk bed,
lighting big Ben and me as if in the rays through stained glass window in a
church.

"My father is a pastor. When he does a wedding, it's the most beautiful
thing in the world. The two people stand there and everybody is so happy
for them, because you know that these two people chose each other, and now,
they are no longer two halves, because, like two pieces of a puzzle, they
fit together with no spaces between them..." There were gruff, manly rumbles
of assent, and I'm sure nobody, not even God, noticed the mixed metaphors.

Wessels continued where Coert left off.

"We have been watching you guys for a long time. We've seen how Ben looks
at you gay boy. I don't think he even knew that he loves you. But every
time he looked at you, you could see in his eyes that he carried you like
light in the dark. When you walked by, it was something to see his big old
face. Shit...!" he sniffed. There were a couple of other sniffles around the
room.

Coert rescued them again, as the sniffles continued.

"When God puts two people together, he doesn't look at whether they are men
or women. He looks at their hearts and then he says: `Look at Ben Jordaan
when he sees how beautiful and sweet gay-boy is.'"

The nearest guy, Johnny du Plooy, reached over and put his hand on my head
and ruffled my short, dark hair. I ducked and took a swipe at him with the
comic.

Coert continued.  "`Look at Ben Jordaan when he sees how beautiful and
sweet gay-boy is. Shall we give them to each other?' And then the angels
nod their heads and then God says, `Yes, it's good!'"

There were assenting voices from all of the guys.

"Who the fuck cares anyway?" Peter Lewis, an English guy from Cape Town
volunteered. "Not one of us is a whole man anymore."

He stood there, red in the face, wiping tears off his cheeks, and nodded
down at his leg, one of the most severely damaged in the room. He had only
his hip on the left side remaining, and he had only just avoided dying and
losing his right leg too, because he had fallen behind a Casper (military
armored vehicle) when the blast had hit. It had shielded him, but all the
other guys in the platoon had died.

"We of all people know that you grab hope where you can find it, and you
guys are hope to us. Hope that a man can find another person to love him
just the way he is, and to hold him like the treasure he is!!" Once again a
chorus of masculine assent supported his impassioned outpouring.

Wessels again.

"We already knew you guys were going to happen. So we decided that we would
give you the morning here alone, and we will stand guard outside and let
nobody in, and if the brass decides to visit, then we will warn you."

For the first time I spoke.

"Why are you going to leave us alone?" I immediately regretted it and I
blushed, because I knew what his answer was going to be.

The entire platoon looked at me ...like `duh?' and after a moment looked back
at Big Ben and Peter spoke for all of them.

"So you guys in?"

I answered.

"Thanks guys, that would be great. Anybody wanna watch?" I was kidding of
course.

A chorus of `Fuck yeah" and "Sure thing' and `Fok Ja' resounded through the
room.

"STOP!" It was Wessels. "No ways we gonna watch these guys. This place has
little enough privacy as it is...! You guys, you have two hours to be alone.
The way this place goes...who knows, it may be all you ever get."

"Just kidding guys, it would be great to be alone and we really appreciate
this...!"

"Ja so what you guys going to get up to...?" Wessels' voice rose at the end
of the sentence, majorly suggestive.

I suddenly had a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. What if these
guys were setting me up? I reminded myself to take a nice deep breath and
remember that these were all straight guys in the armed forces in Apartheid
SA, where queers get beaten up all the time. Why would they all of a sudden
be so nice and kind to me? What if it was some dark plot to get me into a
compromising situation and prove that I'm a dirty, perverted queer?

*Author's Note*
THE FOLLOWING IS BASED ON FACT. SEE http://www.thegully....25aversion.html
There were stories about what happened to gay guys in the army. Queers were
seen as a potential security risk, and so there were concerted efforts to
reorient them. Electric shock therapy, chemical castration, and sometimes
even physical castration was not unheard of. They were put into psych wards
along with objectors (people who came to the army but refused to carry arms
due to religious or ethical reason) and every other kind of security risk.
When parents objected, it was claimed that the person in question was the
property of the state.

I suddenly felt a dread fear ice my bones and my heart sped up. I looked at
the guys surrounding my bunk and the goofy grins on their faces took on the
ghoulish appearance of death masks. Entrapment was frequent in South
Africa, even in the Police, and gay people were often the victims of bogus
sexual advances, and even sex, by attractive police officers whose sole
purpose was to lure them into circumstances where they could be accused of
unnatural acts. I reminded myself that even sex between people of different
races was illegal and considered unnatural, and homosexuality even more so,
in a Christian National State where people disappeared for having an
opinion considered a threat to National Security.

FLASHBACK

I remembered when my ex and I had gone to a pay phone at a train station to
call his mom, and a group of straight guys had spotted us. Before we knew
it, they had cornered us in the booth, and one of them had smashed his bike
helmet into Grant's jaw, breaking it in three places. Just for looking like
a gay man in a public place. We went off to emergency at the local
hospital, and his jaw was wired for the next six weeks. His teeth never fit
together in the same ways again. I had quit smoking, but that night I
smoked several cigarettes with Grant's mother as we waited for him to
receive treatment for an injury that he received at the hand of a bunch of
cowardly straight fuckers. So excuse me for being a little leery at the
warm fuzzies displayed by our straight roommates.

Ben's warm hand on my cheek brought me back to reality.

"Hey baby, what's wrong?" His kind voice shook me from my reverie. "You
look like you've seen a ghost...!"

It took me a moment to fully surface from the cold dark fear that had
gripped me. I looked at him as if he was a stranger, the questions in my
eyes alarming him and all the guys who could see me.

"Ben, I just had the most awful feeling. For a moment I was so scared of
you all... why would you be so nice to me? Straight men normally hate gays..."

Ben turned to the crew that surrounded us.

"Guys, you said you were going to leave us alone for a while. Can you go
now, please? I want to talk to Bennie alone."

A chorus of "sure" and "no Problem" and "see you later" filled the air and
the guys filed out on their collection of crutches and wheel chairs. When
they were all out, Ben stretched himself out next to me on the lower bunk
and pulled me into him.

"Bennie, what's going on?" he whispered softly into my ear as he put his
arm around me and hugged me gently into his muscular embrace.

"I don't know. I have a very bad feeling, Ben. I remembered a time when my
ex and I were beaten up for being gay...no, really just for looking gay in
the wrong place at the wrong time. It was terrifying. And then I suddenly
wondered if you guys weren't just playing me to lead me into a trap. It
happens all the time."

With my head on his strong shoulder, and his strong heart beating right up
against my chest, it sounded like madness. He didn't say anything. He just
placed his soft Afrikaner-boy lips on the corner of my own mouth and rested
them there. I could feel his breath on my cheek through his nose. His eyes,
with the long, transparently blonde lashes, were almost closed and when I
looked out of the corner of my own eyes, I saw his light blue peepers with
impossibly dilated pupils trained on mine. He liked what he saw. Either
that, or his body was a superb liar.

I turned my face towards him so that our lips could align, and he breathed
in as I opened my mouth to receive him. I turned to him with my body as
well and tilted my head back to be kissed by my straight lover. I leaned up
with my arms and put them around his neck, wrestling him closer still. We
paused, our lips locked, and with his left hand he caressed my cheek. My
eyes were closed by this time, swooning in the embrace of the man that had
chosen to make me his own, across the boundaries of gender and convention.
Once again I could feel moisture drip on my face as a tear escaped his pale
blue eyes. I leaned up and kicked the tiny trail all the way to the corner
of his eye and kissed his eyelid.

Ben started to turn his body towards me so that I was forced onto my back.
His arm under me, effortlessly lifted me so that I was placed delicately
down. He was on his knees and he overshadowed me, looking like a khaki
clad, shorthaired Thor. His face was flushed as he poised over me, his eyes
ablaze with love and desire. All the while his eyes were open and looked
straight into mine with a look of such tortured love that I could only
begin to believe that the impossible had happened: that the gods had
blessed me with a lover both passionate and strong that would abandon the
expectations of his former life to add himself to me, to form a union that
was as unique as it was real.

Bennie continued to make love to my mouth. He feasted on my lips, as at the
most satisfying banquet, and I had to call my fears of before liar, if the
honesty in his actions was to be credited. He held my chin in his strong,
callused hand as if to prevent me from escaping his ravishment, sucking my
tongue painfully into his gorgeous mouth, and I groaned with ecstasy and
lust.

At last he brought his pelvis within range. I felt at once afraid and
exhilarated as he descended on me, his weight pinning me to the bed and my
breath left my body with a whoosh! He dove into my mouth like a starving
man and continued to kiss me with a passion and intensity that sucked from
me what breath still remained.

Immediately I encircled his hips with my maimed legs, trapping him against
me where I could feel the eagerness with which his body desired mine
through his bulging brown army pants. I longed to take into my mouth that
heroic member with which he had penetrated and satisfied me the night
before, so I disengaged my arms as if to make my way down to his nether
regions.

"Huh-uh" he said, denying my efforts by pinning me further to the
complaining army bunk. He relinquished monopoly of my mouth and licked my
cheek and chin, laved my ear on the left side with his broad, warm tongue.
He breathed in through his nose as he stuck his tongue into my ear and then
sucked deliciously on my ear lobe. I was astonished that a rough, masculine
man like this could truly treat such an insignificant body part as the main
event.

But just as I got used to that, he started to make his way down my neck,
and as he encountered the top button of my army shirt, he nimbly undid it,
exposing just enough flesh to continue his feast. He rubbed his coarse chin
in the hollows of my clavicle, sending shivers up and down my spine. His
warm breath in my neck and on the top of my pec made my trapped penis lurch
in my pants. I thrust upwards into his crotch and he met me, grind for
grind.

He opened my whole shirt and took my right nipple in his warm mouth and
electric currents passed from his mouth to my desperate dick and I knew
that my boxers were getting soaked with pre-cum.

I had my hands on the back of his head, and was running my fingers through
his short, course hair. His mouth was now driving me crazy in my belly
button and his hands were lightly caressing my upper body, pinching at my
nipples.  He abruptly made his way back to my face again, and ravished my
mouth in a repeat performance that left my heart thumping in my chest.

He didn't hang around there for long, but before he made his way down
again, he whispered in my ear.

"Bennie, I will show you that I'm not playing with you. I want you to know
I am in love with you, my gay boy, and that I will do whatever it takes to
convince you that I'm here for you, that I'm your man."

Then he slid down my abs and when he encountered my pants, he quickly undid
my buttons.

"Mmmmm.... naughty boy. No underpants... Did you know I was going to visit
this spot again?"

"No, but a man can hope... " I managed. Ben chuckled. He licked at my pubic
hair and mouthed at the root of my cock that was exposed in the V of my
pants. He then pulled my pants down and over my buns and my rigid, pre-cum
leaking cock escaped and slapped against my abdomen.

Ben quickly removed my pants off my legs (lucky, because I didn't have any
feet, I wasn't wearing any boots!) and flung it on the floor next to the
bed. Then he lifted my legs high into the air and I thought he was going to
fuck me for sure, and my aching ass throbbed and starfished in
anticipation. But instead he approached with his beautiful face and sniffed
deeply when he a reached his destination. He nuzzled at my balls and then
slowly sucked one into his mouth, gently savoring the texture and
warmth, while pulling it away from my body.  It was borderline painful but
the sensation was delicious and my body writhed and lashed under the
skillful ministrations of my determined, gentle lover.

His hands still held my legs up and he played with my balls for a while
with his sensuous mouth. Then he shocked me when he released my balls to
root a little lower to my waiting asshole. Once again he sniffed
appreciatively and with his nose lifted my balls out of the way so that his
nose and questing mouth had access to my waiting anus. He tentatively took
a lick at it and the touch of the ever-straight boy's tongue on my most
intimate place send shockwaves up my whole body. I groaned and
hyperventilated, the hunger for his dick up my fuck-shaft now consuming my
every irrational thought.

"Oh Ben, fuck me, I need you to fuck my hole with your big, big dick," I
babbled like a porno. "I need you to pour your hot semen into my body to
make me yours forever!" I begged like a whore in heat.

"Be patient, Bennie my love, be patient, all in good time!"

Then gently, ever so gently he opened his mouth, and with the same awesome
passion as he had kissed my mouth and made love to me, he French kissed my
asshole. He lifted my legs further back and spread my legs so that he could
have better access.  I put my hands around my stumps so that his hands were
free, and he took each of my buns in a huge calloused hand and spread my
ass wide.  With his two thumbs he massaged the endanger hole and chuckled
again as I groaned in ecstatic agony.  Then he dived in, eating my
sphincter, sucking the pulsing hole as if he hoped to get some life-giving
nourishment from it. This straight man munched on my man cunt, possessed by
the need to love me in a language that I would comprehend. He spoke to my
body directly, short-circuiting the brain and truth-saying my gay heart and
mind, calling liar the terror that had stolen my peace only shortly before.

When I thought I would have a seizure from his attention to my convulsions
asshole, he dropped me to the bed and lucked swiftly up my rigid shaft and
engulfed my leaking cock into his warm, wet mouth. He swallowed the whole
thing and the spasms of his welcoming throat sent wave upon wave of
pleasure radiating from my groin upwards through my whole body.

Then he licked upwards again all the way up my shaft, and took first the
head and then the whole of my dick in his mouth. He literally swallowed the
whole length of it in one swoop, and the contractions of his throat around
my cock edged me over the precipice into headlong orgasm. He struggled to
stay attached to my spewing cock as I thrust into his mouth with my entire
lower body, and the pressure and pain on my stumps as I anchored myself to
do so only enhanced the sweet agony of the orgasm.

Ben swallowed all my ejaculate and in some deep recess of my cum-seized
brain it registered that my lover was indeed just that: my lover, not some
shadowy decoy, destined to mislead me into incriminating unnatural acts
that would see me imprisoned at best, and institutionalized for corrective
behavior at worst.

My lover had concluded that words were the least effective way to
demonstrate his love for me, and had chosen instead to perform the most
giving sexual act on me to teach me of his love.

My mind had not yet full recovered from the earth-moving ejaculation down
the lovingly receptive throat of my heroic Ben, when a commotion shattered
the peace of the sunny morning.

"Guys, guys, sorry to disturb you," shouted a breathless Tobie, from the
door, his eyes wide with terror. "There's a whole battalion of rank on the
way and it looks like they're coming here, and they mean business!"

"Shit!" Ben cussed, and reached down off the bed and handed me my pants. He
was still fully dressed, so he helped me to quickly get decent. By the time
a group of men entered the large room, I was in my wheelchair and Ben was
sitting on the side of our bunk bed. I saluted Lt. Vosloo, who led the
charge from a seated position. Ben stood to attention as best as he could
using his crutch. Vosloo was followed by the chaplain, a distinguished
Afrikaans man in his sixties, and three MPs (Military Police) who brought
up the rear. When I saw Parvus in their shadow, I knew things were about to
get bad.

"At ease!" Vosloo commanded. "Jordaan, there have been accusations that you
have engaged in homosexual actions with Pretorius, here. Is that true?"

I could see from my vantage that Ben was thinking at lightning speed. If he
admitted it, he was incriminating me, and I was likely to get into trouble
as well. If he denied it, they would trot out a witness and there was no
prize for guessing who that would turn out to be, with the Excrementum
lurking slimily in the background.

"Lt. I forced Pretorius to have sex with me. He tried to resist me but I'm
just bigger. So yes, I had homosexual sex, but Pretorius wasn't a willing
participant.

"Ben...!" I shouted. "That's..." He turned to me with a look of resignation and
determination in his eyes and I saw love and protection war with anger and
rage, that he should have to deny what we were to each other. My words died
in my throat.

The chaplain, Major Verster, spoke up.

"Jordaan, you know we can't have that kind of thing in the Army. Your evil
influence has most likely already done a great deal of harm to Lance
Corporal Pretorius. It breaks my heart to do this but..." He looked at Vosloo
and nodded sadly.

The latter gestured to the MPs, who brusquely made their way over to Ben.
The rank made way, and they roughly ushered my Ben out of the room. As he
disappeared around the door he turned one last time too look at me, but he
was roughly pushed so that my last sight of my beautiful man was of him
meekly succumbing to the rough handling of the MPs, to save me.

Lt. Vosloo stood in front of me. He looked at me, the expression in his
eyes neutral.

"That could have been you. I'll see you at 14h00." Then he turned around
and he and the Chaplain walked out. Parvus beat a hasty retreat as the
bungalow suddenly filled with noisy soldiers who all converged on my bed to
ask what had gone down. Wessels was, as usual, the spokesman.

"What the fuuuuck? Where have they taken Jordaan?"

"They said that somebody had accused him of homosexuality acts.  He lied
and said that he forced me to have gay sex." I said. My voice was dead. "He
gave himself for me. You know what they do to queers in the army. And he
wasn't even gay..."

You could hear a pin drop. The sun disappeared behind a blue-black
cumulonimbus. Thunder rattled the windows. Rain was coming.

We all just sat there. Tears streamed down my face as sobs wracked my body.
Tobie hobbled over to me and sat down next to me. He put his arm around my
shoulder and pulled me close. He kissed my cheek.

"Parvus is so dead... " he whispered in my ear.