Date: Fri, 13 Jun 2008 08:30:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bill Garrison <wegarrison749@yahoo.com>
Subject: Araxos By the Sea, part 3

Araxos By The Sea/My Remote Assignment
Part III

In December of 1969 my grandmother died and I made a quick trip home for
the funeral.  I think that break from the remote was more of a blessing
than I could ever imagine.  I spent Christmas with my family probably for
the last time they were all together.

While I was home on leave I called Dennis' wife in Indianapolis.  She and
her parents had made a trip over to Athens in late October and Dennis was
able to be with her for a weekend.  They were concerned that she might be
pregnant when she missed her time in November, so he asked me to call her
while I was at home and find out if anything had "changed".  Boy was that
an awkward phone call!  But with as much as Dennis had told me about her,
and me to her, it was like talking to an old friend by the time we finished
the conversation.  Indeed, she was not pregnant.  I could never tell if he
was disappointed or relieved when I told him the news.  Dennis was the only
one of our group who was married and we were all interested in how things
were going for them.  We were very protective even though I would be the
only one of us who would actually meet her one day.

I remember in February of 1970 Dennis, Jack and I went into Patras one
night and saw "Midnight Cowboy" at one of the theaters.  I was fascinated
with the movie.  I had only seen Dustin Hoffman in "The Graduate" and I was
halfway through "Midnight Cowboy" before I recognized him as Rizzo.  The
storyline was very intriguing and it did bring up some conversations
between Dennis and me later.

It wasn't until someone had the soundtrack to "Midnight Cowboy" and we were
listening to it while playing cards one night that I questioned the music.
I didn't recognize the sounds, so I went back to the movie theater and
watched the movie again.  I saw so many symbols and double images the
second time I watched the movie that I was again intrigued with the movie
enough that I saw it a third time.

At some point after long discussions about "Midnight Cowboy" Dennis and I
got into some very personal conversations.  We were both attracted to each
other, maybe not so much by what we saw when we looked at each other, but
more by what we shared in how we felt about issues in life itself.  I
remember the two of us talking about masturbation and how horny we could
get at times in a place like where we were at the time.  He told me about
having jerk off sessions with guys he was in school with back in Chicago
before he married.  I didn't have any such experiences to share with him
but I told him I thought it was really hot to think about and it sounded
wonderful.  We talked about how our different roommates masturbated when
they didn't think or care that we noticed.  I told him about the night that
I woke because Jack in the bunk above me was shaking the bed so much while
he was jerking off I got so hot that I jerked off too just listening to
him.  That was the closest I had ever come to doing anything with anyone.

I tried to talk to Jack about it at one point.  I left him a stupid note
about the night I woke up and joined him.  I wanted to talk about it.  I
didn't know how to process my feelings about it.  He didn't seem to want to
talk about it other than he always enjoyed being in the bath tub at home
with a beer and a magazine.  That was how he spent his favorite times
pleasing himself.  But I really wanted to know how I was supposed to feel
about doing it with another guy I guess.  I didn't know how to talk about
it, so we didn't.

One sunny day, he and I took a hike up the nearest hill that overlooked the
installation and I felt very close to him even though we didn't speak a
word.  It was very spiritual for me, if that is a reasonable description.
I not only felt close to him, but I felt like we had an unspoken
communication where he let me know it was okay.  I didn't get a message to
answer any questions except that I was accepted by him and that was
important to me.  I didn't want to offend him.  Even with me being as mixed
up as I was, he didn't appear to want to abandon me as a friend or buddy.

It was in April after I had imbibed a drink or two, when I saw Dennis come
into the club, I told him I was feeling like having a little party with
myself.  When he said that sounded like fun and asked if he could join me I
was ready to have some fun like I have never had before but always wanted
to experience.  Of course, I was thinking that it would be fun to just get
naked with someone and jack off in front of them while they were jacking.
I had no idea that there might be more to do than that.  But I found out.

Dennis suggested we take our drinks to his trailer since his roommate was
on TDY and wouldn't be back for a couple of days.  Once we got to the
trailer he locked the door, which was very unusual because nobody ever
locked their doors, and turned the lights out.  Light was coming through
the windows around the areas where the curtains did not block out the light
from outside, but it was light enough to see around the room after our eyes
adjusted.

We knew we had to be very quiet because it was impossible for someone to
not hear noises in such a compact area.  We went to his bed and sat on the
edge after we took our clothes off.  I sat down first and then Dennis sat
next to me on my left side.  It felt so good to be naked in the first place
so it didn't take long for me to begin to touch myself like I was used to
doing when alone.  The thought of doing it in front of another person and
that person being a guy who probably knew how good it felt had me extremely
excited.  It never came to my mind that he might reach over and touch me.

First he started by touching my leg and then his hand headed toward my
balls.  He reached over to my hand and placed it on his hard dick.  Oh, it
felt so good.  Then all of a sudden he bent down and put my hard dick into
his mouth.  I was so surprised.  I was so innocent and ignorant I had no
idea that this was possible and it felt so good.  I was in shock.  Oh, but
it felt so good.  He performed the first blow job I ever experienced.

When he was finished with me after I just lay back on his bed and let him
go at it, I reached out for him and tried to do the same to him.  I didn't
know what I was doing and I don't remember if I was able to get him off or
if he jerked himself off on his own.  I know we both said it felt wonderful
and we needed to do it again sometime.  Then we heard footsteps on the
gravel outside and held our breaths waiting to see if whomever it was would
continue to walk on past.  The footsteps did not continue, but stopped at
the door, knocked and tried to open the door.  It was Jack.  He was happy
with having downed a few drinks it appeared.  We froze where we were until
Jack left after yelling Dennis' name a couple of times.  He probably
thought Dennis was asleep and that was why the door was locked.  He left
but before we could get dressed and out of the trailer he was back.  Again
we froze.  Even though the door was locked it was still possible to open it
enough to look inside a bit, maybe an inch was visible, but we still had
the lights out.  Jack yelled Dennis' name out a couple of more times, got
really quiet and then left again, this time heading around to the NCO Club.

As expected, things were not the same after that night between Dennis and
me.  I was confused and didn't know what to do.  Dennis seemed to be a bit
distant to me.  I don't know if he had the "guilties" or he was waiting on
my response, but he just wasn't the same and I thought I was making him
uncomfortable so I stayed away from him as much as possible, which is
pretty impossible when you are on a remote assignment.

As many did when they needed to talk with someone or get a good perspective
on anything, I went to Sam.  I told him what had taken place and I cried
like a baby.  I remember being a bit in shock when, after spilling my guts
out, all Sam said to me was, "Did you like it?"  I don't know what I
expected but for some reason it just stunned me when I heard that question.
I couldn't comprehend what or why he would say that.  It took me about
thirty years to finally come to terms with that question.  But at the time
it was like a sharp slap to my face and I stopped crying about it.

(END OF PART III)

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