Date: Thu, 9 Aug 2007 12:36:45 -0400
From: Aidan Wilde <aidanwilde@gmail.com>
Subject: "Love Runs Deep" - Chapter 4: Catching the Tiger (Gay/Military)

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"Love Runs Deep" -- Chapter 4: Catching the Tiger



The blaring noise of the alarm clock alerted me to the fact that it was
six-thirty in the morning.  I had a strange taste in my mouth, and for some
reason, I was incredibly warm.  I lashed out at the alarm clock, silencing
its protests.

"Mmggnnn..." a moan escaped from somewhere next to me.

Finally, my brain having acclimatized itself to my surroundings, a hazy
memory battled the lingering grogginess, and I briefly recalled the events
of last night.  The moaning body beside me belonged to my new love, the
gorgeous Paul Richards.  I smiled broadly while recalling the reason why I
had detected an unfamiliar taste lingering in my mouth.

"Wake up angel," I sang, as I turned to the right and snuggled into Paul's
back, wrapping my arms around him, kissing his shoulder and neck.

"Rrrrr," Paul grumbled back.

I softly laughed in his ear and planted a kiss on his earlobe as I noticed
a faint smile begin to turn up the corners of my Sleeping Beauty's mouth.
Paul's face turned towards mine, exchanging a knowing and familiar touch,
we pressed our mouths together in a kiss as we greeted each other
intimately.

I broke our kiss and gazed at Paul's eyes while his eyelids lazily
fluttered open.

"Good morning Lover," I whispered as I leaned into him and planted a kiss
on his cute little button nose.

"Morniiiiing," Paul yawned out.

I made a face at him.

"Ewwww, someone has a stinky mouth," I teased, as I made a show of
wrinkling my nose and appearing offended.

Paul smirked.  "Speak for your self, cock-breath."

"Yeah, I know..." I whispered with a grin as I again kissed my love on his
lips.  Our tongues darted out tentatively to greet one another.  Again, we
broke apart after a few moments.

"We better stop sucking each others face unless we want to go to (1)Mast
for missing morning muster," I warned.

"Awww, do we have to?" Paul groaned.  "My fuckin head is killing me."

"Yes we do baby, and it's in Dress Blues too.  But just think, the sooner
we get down there and make an appearance, the sooner we can get back, and
the sooner I can undress your cute little ass out of them so we can spend
the next couple of days naked and in bed together.

Paul almost jumped over me in a sudden rush to get out of bed.  We both
started laughing.

"Come on, let's get in the shower together.  We smell like sex and booze,"
Paul stated while feigning a disgusted look.

"Oh, torture me why don't you!" I moaned.  We both broke into huge smiles
after failing to maintain the serious and dire faces we were both faking.
I jumped up after Paul and slapped his firm and perky butt with my hand,
making a loud slapping noise.

Paul gave a shrill squeal as my hand made contact with his cheeks.

"I'm gonna pay a lot closer attention to that fine little ass you have
there later today Fireman Richards," I direly informed him.

"It's all yours baby," Paul taunted as he quickly skipped off towards the
bathroom.  "But you'll have to catch it first!"

After chasing him into the bathroom, we hurriedly entered the shower
together.  The water was turned on and we spent the next few seconds just
running our hands all over each other.  Paul's gorgeous skin was completely
mine to play with, and I refused to let a single spot of it go to waste.
Every inch of his body would eventually be inspected.  There was no hurry
or rush to our probing of one another.  We both realized that there would
be plenty of time for exploration later.  For now, we were content to
caress each other and to communicate our approval of each others bodies.
We began to wash and bathe ourselves.

Paul ended up washing my back for me, and vice versa.  We each paid special
attention to the others genitals and backsides; our soapy fingers doing
most of the cleaning as we probed and explored.  And all the while, our
eyes were locked onto one another, and the only sound that could be heard
was the falling water.

I embraced Paul's naked body.  Hugging him tightly, I kissed his full lips
over and over again, while my soapy hands stroked at his naked flesh
eagerly.  Gathering him closely to me, I pulled his body upwards, as he
placed his arms around my shoulder, understanding what I wanted from him.
Paul spread and lifted his legs, allowing me to take his weight as I picked
him up.  In the process, we exposed the one area of his body I had yet to
thoroughly clean.

I gingerly caressed his wondrously shaped butt.  With my fingers, I teased
at his hole, rubbing the wrinkled and soft flesh there, probing him, and
causing him to moan into my mouth.  We were both as hard as granite.
Paul's gigantic erection pressed tightly against my stomach, and my own
stood out stiffly in front of me, running underneath his scrotum to prod at
his tight butt, leaving little room for him to doubt about my desires.

Having finished cleaning him, I gradually let go of Paul.  Our bodies,
heavily coated with soap and water, slipped apart effortlessly.  We were
both breathing heavily as the steam and heat from the shower soaked into
us.

"We have to save this and continue it later baby," I begrudgingly informed
Paul.

"We gotta go, and like now," I muttered as I put the bar of soap on a
nearby shelf and proceeded to run my fingers through his hair.

"Just when I thought you were getting to the good part..." Paul mumbled as
he closed his eyes and tilted his head back towards the shower nozzle,
letting me wash his scalp and hair under the showerhead.  We barely managed
to keep our hands off of each other for long enough to finish.

We hurriedly stepped out of the shower, and we dried one other off with my
oversize bath towels.  We brushed our teeth, and both of us applied a
healthy amount of deodorant to our underarms.  After a minute or two, we
made it back into our room where we quickly donned our uniforms and
finished dressing.  A quick glance at the clock indicated we still had
twenty five minutes until muster; plenty of time to make it to the
waterfront.

As Paul put on his neckerchief, I approached him.  Grabbing it from him
with my left hand, I pulled him towards me.  With my right hand I lifted
his chin and turned his face to look at me.  Paul smiled warmly as he
looked into my eyes.

"You are the most beautiful fucking sailor in uniform I've ever seen in my
life.  When we get back here, I'm going to rip this fucking uniform off of
you and spend the next three days doing things to your body that you've
only ever fucking read about," I growled.

I lowered my face closer to him and kissed him hard on the mouth.  We both
moaned.

"Promise?" the little minx smirked.

"I swear it on your tight little ass."

"Whisper it again so I can believe it."

I silenced him with another kiss.

I let go of him reluctantly, and turned around searching the room for my
keys and my wallet.  Gathering them, both of us hurriedly ran out of the
room and down to the parking lot where Alex was waiting.  Ten minutes
later, we were walking through the lower-base checkpoint towards Refit
Wharf Two where the boat was moored.  As we arrived, we saw our fellow
shipmates gathering in ranks according to division.  We awaited the arrival
of the Captain.

Paul and I put on our best faces, and suddenly, transformed into straight,
professional sailors.  We were not the rampantly horny Gay sailors who had
merrily and willingly went down on one another hours previous.  We had not
wantonly swallowed the spewing loads which we had sucked out of each other
just hours prior.  Oh no, we were NOT those sailors.  Now, we were
perfectly straight military men; professional in every way as far as the
rest of the world was concerned.  Had we been in Hollywood, we would have
both been nominated for an Academy Award.

The Captain finally arrived, fashionably late as was his standard operating
procedure, and conducted the change of command, passing control and custody
of the boat to the Captain of the other crew.  Now, their crew would stand
watch, conduct repairs, and refit the boat in preparation for their own
three month patrol which would probably start in about a month's time.
When the Goldie's returned, we would start the cycle all over again and the
cycle of rotation would continue.

Occasionally, while in formation, my eyes would dart over to where Paul was
standing with his division, catching him doing the same.  A knowing smile
passed between us - my mind already planning what I would do to his
delicious body when we finally arrived back in our room.

With the ceremony complete, our Chiefs passed the word that we would be on
official stand down for the next three days, and also be off for the
weekend for a total of five days of doing whatever we felt like doing.  We
would muster at 0700 Monday morning next week in the office for quarters.
I asked Chief Gelli if he had anything for me, and he pulled me aside.

"Wilde, I just wanted you to know that I'm putting you in for a (2)NAM for
the job you did with the fathometer during (3)TRE.  The Captain is going to
review them all before Monday because that's when he wants to hold the
awards ceremony," Chief Gelli explained.

"OK," I replied.  I was suffering from momentary shock.  Part of me
instantly thought I was being set up for a joke.

"Wear your Dress Blues when you come in Monday morning," Chief added.

"I will, and thanks," I managed as we shook hands.

Chief gave me a half-hearted smile, and for once, it felt like Chief Gelli
was actually expressing gratitude for the work I did for him.  It was a
foreign feeling.

Turning away from Chief, I scanned the crowd for Paul.  He was already
waiting for me off to the side of the gathered throng.  I hurried towards
him.

"Ready to go?" I asked.

"Actually I was thinking of just hanging out for a bit," he responded with
a bored and forlorn look.

"Why you little..." I laughed as I made a motion to punch him.  Paul easily
dodged just out of my reach and stuck his tongue out at me as we both
started walking quickly back to the parking lot.

Back in my truck, Paul and I kept glancing over at each other with a
knowing smile on our faces.

When we arrived back at our barracks room I stopped just outside the
doorway and pulled out my smokes.  Paul continued in the room not noticing
that I had stopped.  I lit the cigarette, enjoying the first one of the
day.  I took a few more drags.

I heard a loud coughing sound behind me.  I turned around to be confronted
by a scowling Paul.

"What?" I asked innocently.

"You know what.  Put that thing out and get in here...NOW."

"Yes master, as you command."

Slightly perturbed at having my vices cut short, I acquiesced to his
demands and put out the cigarette.  Paul waited till I had closed the door
behind me and he roughly shoved me back against it, grabbing my neckerchief
and hauling me down to him, instantly silencing the protest that had been
on the tip of my tongue.

His look of genuine displeasure confused me, but was further compounded by
the briefest of kisses, after which I was pushed back against the door.
Paul started spitting like he had something distasteful on his tongue.

"Yuck.  Well, here's your reason for quitting smoking.  If you don't, I'll
never kiss you again.  Those things make your mouth taste horrible and your
breath stink," Paul informed me.

"Are you serious?" I asked, genuinely shocked that he would actually follow
through with such a threat.

"Deadly," Paul replied with a very serious face backing up his words.

"Hmm..."

It was an easy decision for me to come to.  I fished the pack of cigarettes
out of my shirt pocket, and flung them into the trash next to me without so
much as a goodbye lament.

"I guess that reason will work," I admitted.

Paul's face visibly brightened.

"You know, you could have just told me yesterday that you would quit for me
if I had asked you to," Paul grinned.

"I would have had trouble explaining it."

"True, but we wouldn't have had to interrupt this moment with our first
argument," he admonished me.

"Yeah, but then we couldn't make up afterwards."

I grinned at him deviously.

"Suuuure," Paul laughed.  "Now, go brush your teeth...I'll be waiting."

"Don't move a muscle."

`Not an inch," Paul promised.

I ran into the bathroom and quickly brushed my teeth again, making sure to
rinse with some Listerine.  Satisfied that my offending cigarette breath
was eradicated, I returned to the room, where Paul was standing in the same
spot, standing at attention.  I grinned widely.  Paul was keeping a
straight face.

I walked over to him, my expression hardening, while my mind devised a
sudden plan.  I looked him up and down, taking his neat and clean uniform
into account, inspecting him much like we used to be in Boot Camp.  I
walked around him, paying close attention to every little detail.  Finally,
making a complete circle around him I stood directly in front of him.  It
was time to play Drill Sergeant.

"Parade Rest!" I shouted.

Paul instantly shifted position.  His legs spread to shoulder width, and
his arms, which had been stiffly at his sides, came up behind his back
where he held them.  His face remained fixed forwards, eyes staring beyond
me to the wall.

"So, I bet you think you're pretty special standing there, looking all
squared away in that cute little uniform of yours, don't you Fireman
Richards?" I questioned.

"Yes Petty Officer Wilde," Paul responded, a slight smirk breaking his
serious look for only a moment.

"We'll see about that.  You won't be singing the same tune once I'm done
inspecting you though.  You'll be crying for your momma when I'm done with
you," I growled menacingly at him.

I stood directly in front of him and reached up towards his (4)Dixie Cup.
I took it off his head and made a show of inspecting it, noticing how clean
it was and how it still had his Boot Camp stencil in it.  Appearing
satisfied, I threw it into a nearby chair.

Drawing very close to him on his right side, I looked closely at his hair,
seeing that his haircut was a bit shaggy.

"That haircut is barely regulation length Fireman."

I let my finger trace the line of his haircut above his right ear, down to
his short sideburns.  Paul remained silent, but again a slight grin turned
the corners of his mouth upwards.  My fingertip continued down to his cheek
as I brushed my fingers against him, detecting no stubble.

I knew that Paul didn't shave because he didn't need to, another testament
to his youth.  I continued to let my finger trail over him, and eventually
it crossed over his upper lip where a mustache could be, if he had actually
had one.  From there, my finger trailed down over his lips, to his chin,
which I gripped between my thumb and fore-finger as I tilted it upwards,
then to the right and left, making a show of inspecting him for a clean
shave.

"Well, at least you know what a razor is for Fireman Richards...or are you
one of them types that just don't need to shave huh?" I taunted him,
releasing his chin.  "You still a baby with a baby's smooth skin, Fireman
Richards?"

"Baby smooth, Petty Officer," Paul grinned.

"I'll be the judge of that," I retorted as I grabbed his chin roughly this
time and leaned down towards him.

I pressed my lips against his right cheek and for a moment I marveled at
their smooth texture.  I let my lips travel towards his mouth.  Paul turned
his face slightly towards me, expecting me to kiss him.  Quickly I pulled
away from him and grinned evilly.

"Don't get ahead of your self Richards," I cautioned Paul as I wagged a
finger back and forth at him.  "I'm far from being done with you."

Paul looked slightly upset that I had robbed him of a well deserved kiss,
but at the same time he appeared excited and perhaps even nervous.

"Let's just see how the rest of you measures up," I continued. "ATTENTION!"

Paul instantly snapped back to attention, his posture changing from relaxed
into one of complete seriousness in the blink of an eye.  Perhaps I could
tame my little Tiger, but it would definitely take some work.

I continued my inspection.  I checked his (5)Gig line, and seeing that it
was properly aligned, I ran my hand over his chest and shoulders.

"Everything appears to be in order here, but for all I know, you could be
wearing a filthy shirt underneath!" I shouted, as I started to pull the
Dress Blue Jumper off of him.

Paul continued to play along, and as soon as I had his Jumper removed, his
arms returned to his sides.  He was now down to only his white undershirt,
trousers, socks, and dress shoes.  I ran my hands over his chest.  Paul
flexed his pectoral muscles for me and tightened his abdominal muscles.

"Mmmm, a little hard-body are we?" I asked as I trailed my hand downwards
and felt the lines of his six-pack.

Paul was clearly enjoying playing my little game.  I silently wondered if
he was enjoying being inspected, as much as I was enjoying doing it.

I quickly walked behind him and ran my hands inside his arms and pulled
myself into his back.  My hands returned to feel his chest as I rested my
chin on his right shoulder.  I leaned my head to the left, brushing up
against Paul's.

"You've got a nice little fit body going on here Fireman Richards.  I bet
you must think you're some kind of eye-candy for all the girlies out there
huh?" I whispered to him as I continued to rub him.

"I bet you like making them get all wet over you huh?  You like that?"

My hands snaked downwards and I gripped his bulging hardness at the front
of his tight trousers.  Paul gasped out a yes as I gripped him tightly.

"You get off on teasing everyone don't you, you little cock-tease," I
accused.

"Yes," Paul answered meekly.

"Yes, what?" I corrected him.

"Yes Petty Officer Wilde," He quickly answered.

"Yes Petty Officer Wilde, what?" I added as I again gripped his hard
erection and hugged his body to me tightly.

"Yes Petty Officer Wilde, I get off on teasing people!" Paul gasped out.

"I thought so!" I accused as I let go of him.

"Bend over and grab your knees Fireman!" I ordered.  Paul complied.  My
eyes instantly went to his invitingly curved backside.  I stepped to his
left side and rested my left hand against the small of his back.

Paul glanced up over his left shoulder, eyes uncertain, wondering what fate
I had in store for him.

"Eyes front!" I commanded.  Paul quickly averted his gaze and resumed
staring straight ahead and slightly down at the ground.

"We'll see if you still enjoy teasing people after I'm done with you," I
warned.

I brought my right hand down on his left butt cheek with a swift swat.

Paul let out a slight yelp and rocked slightly forward from the surprise
spanking I had just given him.  I let my hand linger on his butt cheek and
started rubbing it slightly.  Again I drew back my hand after a few
moments.

"Oh yes, when I'm done with you, you'll be a house broken little
pussy-cat," I snarled, as I brought my hand down on his other cheek with a
bit more force than the last blow.  Paul grunted noticeably, his body
jumping from the contact.

Again, my hand rubbed and caressed his butt flesh through the fabric of his
trousers.  I was really enjoying this, and hopefully I was turning Paul on
as well with my little display of dominance.

I quickly swatted his ass three times in rapid succession, not giving him
any warning or chance to recover between blows.  After it was done, I moved
directly behind him, and gripping his hip with my right hand, I pulled his
butt backwards into my crotch forcefully while keeping my left hand on the
small of his back.

"The things I'm going to do to this cute, tight, little ass of yours," I
whispered through clenched teeth as I ground my crotch into him.

My dick was fighting against the confines of my own uniform.  Paul pressed
himself backwards, and he started breathing heavily.  I continued to hump
into him for a few seconds.

Letting go of him, I ordered him to stand back up, which he did instantly.
I grabbed his T-shirt and we removed it.  I walked back around in front of
him and faced him.

"Well, let's see what you've got down here.  Let's see if you've got
something for me," I teased, as I started unbuttoning the 13 buttons of his
Dress Blue trousers.

I got down on one knee and continued unbuttoning the square shaped flap
that formed the front "zipper" of his pants.  Navy men called this the
"dinner plate" or "dinner mat" (just don't call it a "Marine's Bib", they
hate that).  Once the flap was fully unbuttoned it hung down and usually if
the guy didn't have on any underwear on, their penis would hang out on top
of the flap, which is where the innuendo and phraseology comes from.

Having fully unbuttoned Paul's front flap, I rubbed at his swollen penis
through his underwear.

"This will just not do.  I can't tell if you have anything down here that I
want, or not.  From now on Fireman Richards, you will not wear any
underwear beneath your trousers.  You will be ready for my inspections in
the future." I warned him, as I stood up and gripped his hardness through
his underwear.  "Do I make myself clear?"

Paul's face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and frustration.  "Yes Petty
Officer Wilde!" he groaned.

We're going to have to get you out of this underwear so I can see what we
have to work with," I said as I rubbed him.

I again lowered myself to one knee, cupping Paul's erection and rubbing it
through the fabric of his white cotton underwear with both hands.  I
roughly, and suddenly, yanked his underwear down as far as I could; Paul's
hard erection almost smacking me in the face as it sprang back and out from
the elastic waistband.

"You trying to poke my eye out with that thing Richards?" I joked up at
him, trying to maintain a straight face.

"No Petty Officer Wilde, I just think it likes you and wants to say hi,"
Paul winked back at me.

"Well I have a better way of saying hello," I mumbled as I took Paul's
swollen member into both hands and moved my face towards his crotch.

I took Paul into my mouth and began to lick at him, eliciting another moan
of pleasure as Paul threw his head back and gasped at the sensation of my
hot and wet mouth engulfing his proud manhood.

I stroked his entire length with both hands while I licked and sucked him,
wildly flicking my tongue over his velvety soft skin.  Paul looked down at
me and our eyes met.  He opened his mouth and began to pant.  I held his
gaze with my eyes as I continued to suck his cock, marveling at how such a
huge thing could be attached to such a small body, and feeling grateful and
lucky that it was.  Paul flexed his crotch muscles and sucked in his
breath, forcing his crotch outwards from his body, trying to bury his
steel-hard rod in my mouth.

Wanting to keep him guessing, I let him slip from my mouth with a loud
plop.  His proud erection bobbed up and down in front of me, dripping, and
shining from my saliva.  It looked so powerful and majestic that I
instantly wanted him back in my mouth, but I resisted the urge and stood up
in front of him again.  I would have loved to keep sucking him until he
rewarded me with his orgasm, but I had other plans to enact.

"Looks like everything in front checks out Fireman Richards.  Everything
seems to be in working order," I muttered drawing close to him, both of us
breathing heavily.

The air was thick with the sexual tension between us.  It was palpable.

"Time to get you completely out of this uniform so that I can fully inspect
the rest of you," I said as I bent down and grabbed at the waistband of his
trousers.

Paul helped me undress him completely, and again returned to attention
after all his clothes had been completely removed.

I was still completely clothed, and as a reminder, my dick throbbed
painfully in the confines of my trousers as I took in the sight of Paul's
naked body once again.

"Get on the bed sailor, on your knees!"

Paul jumped on top of the bed on his hands and knees as he looked back at
me over his shoulder with a sly grin.  He stuck his left index finger in
his mouth as he lowered his chest all the way to the bed.  His legs spread
very wide, as he waved his cute butt back at me, poking it up into the air
as far as he could.  I stood up and folded my arms over my chest soaking in
the sight.

"Like this Petty Officer Wilde?" Paul mumbled back at me as he inserted
just the tip of his left index finger into his mouth, which he visibly
started to suck on.

There was my gorgeous Paul, legs spread-eagled, ass up in the air, sucking
on his finger and looking at me with eyes that said "Come fuck me".  I tore
my clothes off.  It took only about fifteen seconds to fully undress as I
slung my uniform off and into the chair.  Socks, underwear, and everything
else came off, and I was now as naked as Paul.

"Now, you were saying earlier about doing some things to my tight little
ass?" Paul taunted, wiggling his butt high in the air.

I dropped onto my knees next to the bed.

"Spread them further," I commanded, as I slapped at his inner thighs.

Paul complied and spread his legs even further, exposing himself to me
completely, tantalizing me.

Paul's Penis was hard between his legs, slapping against his stomach, his
scrotum dangling, balls swinging against his inner thighs as he changed
positions.  I grabbed his hard cock, pulling it down and back through his
legs, marveling at his stiffness.  I began to pull downwards on his penis,
milking him like a farmer would milk the teat of a prize milk cow, firm but
gentle.  The head of his penis brushed back and forth over the sheets of
the bed beneath him, smearing the sheet with his fluids.

I licked at the length of his cock, starting near the head, and moving up
all the way up to his scrotum, where I nibbled at the wrinkled flesh of his
sac and tongued at his heavy and large balls.  Continuing beyond this area,
I licked the skin just between his scrotum and anus - the perineum -
letting my tongue feel the smooth ridge there, where the very root of his
penis entered his body.  Paul moaned.

I inhaled deeply, feeling the same effects as before.  Paul's scent was
both very pleasing, and powerful.  He smelled of soap with just a hint of
something else that I decided was Paul's own unique smell.  I stared at my
prize as it winked back at me.  The skin around Paul's hole was just a bit
darker than the rest of his flesh, and the tiny wrinkled edges of his round
and tight little muscle appeared clean and inviting.  His hole was tiny,
and appeared to be very tight.  It was calling me.

I lunged at him.  Paul moaned out as my tongue and mouth made contact with
his flesh.  He attempted to push his legs further out as he rotated his
pelvis downwards, bringing his hole almost straight up in the air, as I
bent downwards with him, keeping my mouth sealed around his boy-hole.  I
started licking him, over, and over again, deeper, and deeper still my
tongue probed him.

I imagined I was six years old again and licking an ice-cream cone, except
this was so much better than any damn ice-cream cone.

My tongue pierced him and worked its way into him.  Paul was bucking his
ass back towards me.  The guttural hum of want which had started at the
first touch was now a wail of desire.

"Fuck yessss!" Paul cried through gritted teeth as I sodomized him with my
tongue. "Eat my ass!" He demanded.

I complied fully with his request.

From the very first sexual encounter I had ever experienced with another
guy, which happened to me some time in high school, I had been hooked on
rimming.  Of course, most guys won't pass on it if it's offered, but some
guys don't enjoy giving this pleasure.  Oh well, I won't judge, but I
didn't just enjoy doing this...

I fucking lived for it.

Still to this day, I have no idea why I loved tossing a guy's salad so
much, but it was never a question that needed an answer.  No guy had yet
complained as my tongue slithered up his hole, and none likely ever would.
I had found that the guys who really got off on having it done to them,
also really got off on hearing you admit how much you liked it.

They liked it when you ate and licked their holes like you were starving
for them, and in a fashion, I was.  Some guys especially liked it when you
talked dirty to them as you did it, and yet, some guys appreciated it when
you made it seem like what you were doing to them wasn't dirty at all, but
in actuality, was something very enjoyable and acceptable.  In fact, it was
the latter of these two thoughts that I embraced and still maintain to this
day.

Now, as I continued to feast on the tender and sensitive flesh of his hole,
Paul received an earful from me assuring him of how much I was enjoying
this act.  As I continued to lick and suck him there, Paul's body went into
overdrive.  He started bucking his hips and thrusting his ass back onto my
face like a bronco.

"You like having your little boy-hole eaten baby?" I cooed at him between
licks.

"Hnnggg...Fuck, don't stop! Please!" Paul cried, as he was torn between
humping my hand and my face.

"You like how my tongue makes you feel back here?" I asked again, this time
pausing, reminding him that I was in control, while I continued to milk his
cock.

"Fuck yes!  Please!" Paul panted as he looked back at me over his shoulder.
His face was flushed and he had a pleading look on his face.

I brought my other hand up, and used the first two fingers to form a "V"
shape.  I placed my fingers on either side of his sphincter muscle and as I
spread them, his hole opened up further.  His tight little orifice winked
at me as the cool air of my breath blew against the glistening pink flesh.
Paul moaned again.

"You like me playing with your little boy's pussy huh?  That's what it is
you know.  It's not really an asshole.  Assholes are smelly and dirty, but
your little cute hole is tasty, wet, and juicy, just like a pussy, and I
want to eat it, and when I have it good and wet, I'm going to fuck it," I
teased him as I lathed my tongue flat against him between my fingers.  I
licked him slowly and deeply, maximizing the contact between my tongue and
his hot and tender flesh.

"Oh god yes!" Paul groaned.  "Eat my boy-pussy!"

I eagerly complied, made my tongue stiff, and jabbed it into Paul's
expectant and twitching hole.  I licked at his velvety insides, totally
turned on by the sounds and moans of pleasure Paul was making.  There were
no traces of anything foul, or anything revolting to me in or around Paul's
ass.  I simply smelt and tasted Paul mixed along with a light hint of soap.
He was clean inside and out.  Apparently, Paul had prepared for today.  I
would have to inquire about that realization later.  Nevertheless, he
tasted and smelled wonderful.

I sucked and licked at his hole, while my other hand continued to pull and
yank on his dripping cock.  Paul was torn between humping my hand, and
humping his butt back onto my tongue, but eventually he found a rhythm
where he managed to do both equally well.

Reluctantly, I withdrew my tongue from inside him and pulled back from him.

"Flip over, and lay on your back," I ordered.

Paul quickly flipped his body over until he was lying on the bed with his
legs spread obscenely wide in the air.  He hooked his arms behind his knees
and rolled his body backwards.  His hands reached down to his ass as he
spread his ass cheeks for me, exposing him self to me completely.  One
thing I had to say about Paul was that he was pretty damn flexible, but
when he pulled this off I nearly lost it all.

The site of him was so erotic.

"I don't think its wet enough," Paul stated, smiling sexily up at me,
interrupting my thoughts.

"It will be soon enough," I smiled in return as I raised the index finger
of my right hand and slipped it into him.  There was little resistance.
Paul's toes curled demurely.  I licked at him and all around my finger.
Paul bit his lower lip.  I pulled my finger out and stuck it into my mouth,
wetting it with my saliva.  I savored the flavor before removing it.
Again, I probed at him with my finger, resting the tip of it against his
ring.  Paul flexed his muscles as he concentrated intently, opening
himself, swallowing my finger with his muscle.  He repeated the action,
drawing it further into him.  Again, I licked at him.

My left hand came up to his dick and gripped him tightly, holding it
straight out from his body.  Pre-cum was oozing from the slit.  I brought
him closer to me, and licked his head.  Paul moaned deeply.  My finger was
twisted around inside him as I probed for the swollen bud of his prostate.
I rubbed the area for a moment, eliciting more groans of pleasure from
Paul.  I withdrew my finger and let go of Paul's rampant cock.  He
whimpered in dismay.

Again, the same finger went into my mouth, but this time, my middle finger
joined it, as I sucked visibly and noisily at them, coating them with my
spit.  After I felt they were thoroughly coated, I plunged both of them
deep inside my lover, meeting only the slightest resistance as I worked
them deeper into him, until they were as far inside him as they would go.
Paul cried out as I continued to massage his swollen gland.

Paul's mouth opened and his head titled back.  He sucked in a deep breath.

I repeated this process over and over again.

"Oh god!" Paul cried out piteously throughout each assault.

I fingered him deeply, twisting and mashing my fingers against his tender
insides and swollen prostate.  Then, I would withdraw them, shove them in
my mouth, coating them in more spit, and then plunge them back inside of
him in one swift motion.  All the while, I was licking at his hole and the
area of skin beneath his scrotum.  I kissed the firm and muscular cheeks of
his ass, nibbling them with my teeth and lips.

"God, your tight little boy-pussy tastes so good baby.  I could eat you for
hours," I commented which elicited a loud and desperate sounding groan from
Paul.

"Ah fuck, you're gonna make me cum," Paul grunted out as I assaulted his
hole with an array of bodily weapons.

"Grab that huge cock baby.  Beat that meat while I eat your sweet little
hole until you cum," I told Paul as I bent down to lock my lips on him
again.

"Ngghh!" he grunted, as my tongue stabbed repeatedly inside his wet
boy-hole.

Paul's lower body began to bounce up and down on the bed as his left hand
flew madly back and forth along his huge penis.  Simultaneously, he used
the fingers of his other hand to tightly press down on the dorsal vein at
the base of his penis that ran along the top of his swollen hardness; this
act further increasing his own pleasure, trapping the hot blood inside his
huge cock, making it swell, engorged, red, and pulsing.  The huge veins in
his member showed clearly as they enlarged and pulsed underneath his
translucent and pale skin.

Paul's engorged and powerful erection looked majestic as it grew thicker in
front of my eyes.

I brought my fingers up to him again, and between licks across the surface
of his hole, I inserted them deep inside him, twisting them and curling
them up towards his pubic area to further stimulate the swollen and hard
nut of his poor abused prostate.  I buried my fingers into him, worming
them around inside him.

Paul madly masturbated himself.

"Oh Fuuuuck!" Paul hissed as his orgasm approached.  The fingers of his
right hand pressed harder into the flesh at the very base of his shaft,
tightly constricting the blood flow, and stretching the skin over his
penis, making it even tighter as his whole penis turned a deep and angry
shade of purple.  It appeared ready to burst.

His left hand let go of his shaft, reached up, and began to jerk violently
with thumb and forefinger at the area just underneath his large
mushroom-shaped head.  I continued to whip, twirl, and mash my fingers
around inside him.  I rose up over him so that I could share in my lover's
orgasm.

I felt Paul's body start to contract violently as his climax hit.  The
muscles in his asshole clamped down almost painfully on my fingers.  His
pelvis started rocking upward, and the muscles of his abdomen bunched,
forcing his dick further away from his body, as his right hand continued to
press down even harder at the base of his cock, causing it to swell
impossibly.

Suddenly, I felt his prostate pulse beneath my fingers as the swollen and
hard gland began to discharge it's stored fluids.  With my fingers, I
helped urge it to release every drop of the seminal fluid that had been
steadily building up inside of it.  The tube of his urethra bulged as it
filled with his hot fluids.  Paul's magnificent penis became the center of
our world.

Paul screamed in pleasure as his climax took him.

"Fuuuuuuck!"

The first blast of Paul's orgasm gushed out in a long ribbon of thick white
cum.  The long stream arced upwards, splashing heavily down onto his neck,
just beneath his now gorgeously contorted face.

"Oh Fuck!" Paul gasped as the first splash hit him.

No sooner had the first spurt landed, than the second came flying out
behind it.  Paul's body convulsed while he watched the cum fly out of his
cock.  His face barely contained an almost pained look as his expressions
twisted to display the emotional crescendo of his climax.  Paul cried out
the words "Oh fuck!" in unison with every spasm that tore through him, and
every spurt from his dick.

Soon, a third and fourth blast joined the others on his chest and belly.
As his orgasm subsided, a few more pulses of sperm weakly bubbled out of
him to drip onto his stomach, where it ran down and pooled into his belly
button.  It was a glorious thing to watch, but I had seen enough.

With the fingers of my right hand still buried deep inside of him, milking
his prostate, I gripped Paul's wrist near the head of his cock and brought
him towards me as I stretched towards him, opening my mouth.

I swallowed the head of Paul's cock and licked at the fountain of hot,
thick cum bubbling up from his loins, as I sucked the remaining traces of
his orgasm out of him.  Paul still maintained a vice-like grip on himself.
Gradually, as he came fully down from his climax, he relaxed completely,
and his muscles slackened all over his body.  Paul was panting loudly with
his eyes closed.  I continued to clean his magnificent tool with my mouth
and tongue.

Paul grew suddenly weak from his orgasm, and let his hands fall limply at
his side.  His knees, which had been bent back towards his head,
straightened out and his dangling legs fell to the bed on either side of my
body.  Ever so slowly, I withdrew off of Paul's cock and let it gently slip
from my mouth as the receding tide of blood within it caused it to bob up
and down noticeably in time with his heartbeat.  Gradually it started
lowering towards his hip, pointing towards his stomach as the blood drained
away, the once mighty erection growing limp as I watched.

I gently and slowly withdrew the fingers of my right hand from Paul's hole,
which had now released its death-like grip on me.  They instantly went into
my mouth as my eyes closed and I relished the thought of where they had
just been.  Almost reverently, I gazed at Paul's glowing body.  His skin
was flushed and his chest rose and fell steadily as he sucked in oxygen,
slowly slipping back into the real world.

"Holy...shit.  Wha...what just happened to me?"  Paul gasped, his eyes
fluttering open.

"I think you just glimpsed Nirvana baby," I replied with a smile.

"Oh my god...that was...I've never...it was, amazing..." Paul whispered
between breaths as he shut his eyes again while he fought to regain control
of his body and emotions.

I began licking at the puddles of cum littering Paul's stomach and chest.
He had pretty thoroughly coated himself.  If I had to guess, I would say
Paul came quite a bit more than he normally did, and the sometimes violent
stimulation of his prostate by my fingers and oral ministrations had done
the trick.

Paul groaned and opened his eyes.  He had a dreamy, far away look to him.
It was a look that spoke of his absolute satisfaction and contentment.  I
hovered over him as I sucked at his belly button, taking the pooled sperm
into my mouth.  I reached out for Paul's shoulder with my left hand,
pulling my body further up the bed towards him.

I brought my face over his, and he opened his mouth as we clamped our lips
together.  I let gravity take over as Paul's warm seed flowed out of my
mouth and into his, where he swallowed it with an audible moan.  Our lips
parted and I smiled at him.

"I told you that you tasted awesome.  And that was from deep, deep down in
the balls.  Where the really good stuff is," I softly giggled.

"Wow...this is like the first time I've really tasted my own cum," Paul
whispered. "But you're right.  It's fucking awesome!"

Paul smiled as he licked his lips.  Both Paul and I were by now,
certifiably addicted to cum.  Whether it was each other's or our own, it
mattered not.  Neither of us was willing to let any of it go to waste.

"There's more down here too," I said as I bent towards his chest to gather
the next pool of his sperm into my mouth.

"Be nice and share!" Paul demanded.

So I did.  I licked Paul's entire chest and stomach clean, and each time I
offered Paul his own cum back to him, which he eagerly sucked off of my
tongue.  By the time we were done, his chest and our mouths were a sticky
mess.  Nothing could have made me happier.

"Waste not, want not," I whispered.

I snuggled deeply into Paul as we stared into each other's eyes.

"Fuck that was like the hardest most powerful cum I've ever had," Paul
admitted.  "You can eat my boy-pussy all you want to from now on," Paul
said as he reached behind me with his left arm to hug me.  We embraced
tightly, and our naked bodies pressed together.  Paul's legs wrapped and
entwined around mine.  We kissed again.

"God that just sounds sexy as hell," Paul said as we broke our kiss.

"What does?" I asked.

"Boy-Pussy..."

"You think so?"

"When you called it my boy-pussy...that just turned me on something fierce.
I don't know... it just made it seem sexier when you called it that.
I...I've just never had any guy call my ass hole a...boy-pussy.  It made me
feel really sexy.  Desirable," Paul stated as he shivered with the memory
of how turned on he had been by such a simple thing as a word.

"Yeah, I know what you mean.  I actually read a story on this website I go
to with that phrase in it, and I kind of got turned on by it too.  I don't
know, it just sounds sexy, like you said," I added.

"So.  You ready for some payback?" Paul asked.

"Payback?  For what?" I questioned, at a loss for the reference.

"For making me cum harder than I ever have before, stupid, I know you must
be dying by now.  Did you even touch yourself the whole time you were doing
those things to me?" Paul inquired.

"No, I guess I didn't even think about it.  I just wanted to think about
your pleasure and concentrate on making it as good for you as I could," I
answered truthfully.  I hadn't even thought about my own hard and painful
erection, which had since gone soft again while we talked.

"Oh Aidan," Paul whispered as he kissed me passionately. "You're so fucking
unbelievable sometimes," Paul whispered gently as we embraced.  "If you
keep this up I think I'm going to fall for you."

"Paul, you mean so much to me, I don't have the words," I replied as we
continued to kiss.

"Aidan, I... I need to tell you something."

"Oh god... you're pregnant already?" I joked.

"No you jerk, I'm trying to be serious," Paul frowned, half-heartedly.

"Whew, for a second there I had visions of a baby carriage," I whispered as
I bent down to kiss him again.

The retort that had been on Paul's lips never had a chance to escape and
died in silence as I refuted all protests with a kiss.  I knew Paul wanted
to say something serious, but I knew Paul well enough to realize that most
of the time, I was far too serious for both of us, and he was the casual
and care-free one.  Perhaps if I attempted a bit of role-reversal, it would
make things easier for both of us.  I broke the kiss.

"You know you can tell me anything baby," I said.

"I'm ... ah jeez, I'm no good at this stuff."

"Yes you are.  Just let it out."

I planted another reassuring kiss on him, this time on his nose.  I think
he loved that; I know I did.  The sigh confirmed it.

"Aidan, I ... you know I have feelings for you.  I mean...what I'm trying
to say, and I haven't said this to that many guys before, is..."

My hands stroked his neck gently, reassuring him, urging him.

Paul sighed again.  His eyes closed.

"I think I'm in love with you and I want you to make love to me," Paul
rushed out as his eyes opened and searched through mine.

Those cool baby blue orbs darted around, searching for a cue that would let
him know that he was safe, he was ok, his love would be returned, and he
would not fall flat on his face like he had before with other guys he had
given his heart to - guys that had let him fall because they were too
stupid to recognize the treasure that had been put at their feet by the
most beautiful boy in the whole world.

Paul would not fall this time.  I would be there to catch him.  He now knew
this, as I had made it painfully obvious to him, but the heart is a fragile
thing, and once broken, is hard to mend; even harder to give again.
Memories linger, but bad ones cling.

My heart leaped out of my chest.  Paul had now returned what I had given.
We were in love.  I was on the verge of tears.  We embraced like never
before.

We thrashed about on the bed as we declared our love for one another.  We
cried together, both overcome with such powerful feelings that we could no
more control them, than we could hold them back any longer.  Eventually the
realization turned to joy.  We began giggling and laughing together, wiping
away the tears of joy that had been shed.  We dreamed of the future as we
looked into each others eyes and finally saw a mutual love there.  Against
all odds, we had found each other, and we had found love.

"God, you're a silly bitch, you know that?" Paul whispered, smiling up at
me.  The tension finally broke and Paul once again became the carefree
little minx.

"Yeah, but you love this silly bitch don't you?"

"You know I do," Paul replied.

"Now if I could just remember the last part of what you said...something
about doing something to you..." I began, feigning forgetfulness.

"Aidan, you big stud.  Take me to bed, or lose me forever!" Paul suddenly
whispered in a girlish voice.

My mind instantly thought of the movie Top Gun.  My answer was already
scripted.

"Show me the way home baby!" I replied, completing our little impromptu
tribute to the movie scene.

"Oh Aidan," Paul whispered as he kissed me passionately. "You're so fucking
unbelievable sometimes," Paul whispered gently as we embraced.  "I love you
so much."

"I love you too baby.  Just like I told you before, you do things to me,
and I can't even think of how to describe it most of the time," I replied
as we continued to kiss each other passionately.

"God, when are you going to finally make love to me, you dork?" Paul
giggled as he shook his head from side to side.

"You really want me to?" I asked him, playing the role of the dense and
clueless lover.

"God, you're so thick sometimes, you silly fucker!" Paul laughed as he
shook his head incredulously. "Of course I want you to fuck me, stupid!  If
you can make me cum buckets with your fingers, I can't wait to see how hard
I'll cum with your dick inside me."

"Oh, ok then," I babbled back as I winked at him.  "We need something for
lube though," I noted after we shifted off of each other.

"We've got all the lube we need, and I imagine that I'm pretty loose after
that cum and all the fingering you gave me.  Here, you lick, and I'll
suck," Paul stated as he pushed me off of him and got on top of me.  Just
as quickly, and before I realized it, he had swallowed my limp dick down
his mouth.  Again, he straddled me with his legs, his cock dangling from
his body and resting limply on my chest.  His beautiful hole was inches
from my face.

"Oh god..." I grunted as the sudden sensation of Paul's mouth on my dick
brought me back to full hardness within moments.

Paul wiggled his ass at me seductively, encouraging me to get back to
business.  I did, and again raised my face between Paul's legs to lick his
delicious boy hole.  Paul sucked on me, noisily slurping, making sure he
covered every inch of me in his saliva.  Because of our height difference,
it was hard for us to truly sixty-nine each other; Paul's torso just wasn't
as long as mine.  When he straddled me, his cock was dangling over the
upper part of my chest and neck.  It would be a stretch to pull off unless
we were beside each other as we were the first time we had been together.

But, in this position, things still worked perfectly.  Instead of putting
Paul's cock into my mouth, I could instead put my mouth on his hole, and
give him an equal, but different kind of pleasure.  I continued to feast on
him, constantly licking and sucking at his tender flesh, which had greatly
relaxed from its earlier tightness.  Paul sensed he was ready and released
me from his mouth.

"I think I'm ready for my deflowering now," Paul giggled.

"You're not a virgin are you?" I asked as I withdrew my tongue from his
body, genuinely worried all of the sudden.

"Not exactly," Paul informed me as he lifted his body off of me and my face
parted begrudgingly from his backside.

"So how do you want me, on my back, ass up and on my knees, or do you want
me to ride you?" Paul asked matter-of-factly.

"I want to be able to look into your eyes and kiss you while I make love to
you," I informed him.

"Awww..." Paul said as he blushed a bit and reached out his hands for me.

We hugged and kissed again, and Paul worked his way back underneath me as
he coaxed me into position on top of him and between his legs.  As I got
onto my knees on the bed and looked down on Paul, I was again reminded of
how much I was absolutely in love with him.

Here I was, about to make love to Paul, when only forty-eight hours prior,
we had just been casual friends.  Only a day ago, I was curious about his
sexuality, and had resigned myself to the fact that I would spend the
entire five years of my life in the navy on one huge, sexless, masturbation
only, dry-spell.

Paul spread his legs further and grabbed for my dick, aiming it, bringing
it closer to his hole, lining me up.  I continued contemplating my
situation - a hopeless romantic till the end.  The touch of his warm flesh
against the head of my dick snapped me back into the moment.

"You ok there? I thought I had lost you for a moment," Paul asked with a
look of concern on his face.

"I'm fine.  I just couldn't help but think how fucking lucky I am right
now," I said honestly, barely able to hold back the wave of emotion.

"Aidan, stop thinking, and just go with it.  Take me!  Make me feel this
moment!" Paul urged.

I simply nodded my head.  I pushed forward to enter him.  There was only a
slight bit of resistance as the head of my dick popped inside of him and
Paul emitted the tiniest of gasps.  Looking into his eyes and seeing no
trepidation there, I continued to push forwards, entering him slowly.

I wasn't that worried about hurting Paul.  I had loosened him up rather
well and was pretty sure all of our parts were sufficiently coated.  What I
was concerned about was my ability to please him.  I barely tipped the tape
measure at six and a half inches, and although I knew all the studies said
that six inches was the average, looking down at Paul's huge defiance of
those numbers, didn't give me a warm sense of self-confidence.

It was a nagging thought, and until this very moment, thoughts or concerns
about my own size had never been a problem.  All of this stemmed from the
deep want I harbored within me to please Paul.  I loved him so very much
and wanted nothing more than to bring him pleasure.  My mind continually
questioned whether I would be able to do him justice.  All those doubts
however, would be obliterated in the face of overwhelming contrary evidence
in just a few minutes.

Within moments after I had started, I was completely buried inside Paul's
warm, slippery, velvety, and very tight ass.  I sank down into him
completely and I lowered the rest of my body on top of him.  Our lips met
and we shared a kiss.

"Are you OK?" I asked him.

"Yes, you feel so good inside me.  Please... just, make love to me," Paul
reassured me while begging me to continue.

I needed no more encouragement, and began an age old process of motion that
Mother Nature herself had put into mankind's DNA several millennia ago.
During all that time, no better formula had been unearthed to improve this
act than to just simply let nature take over.  Why fix something that isn't
broken?

As I made love to Paul, my heart pounded in my chest. Our hearts raced
together, and our breathing became ragged.  We clutched at each others
bodies, as our primal lust sought to take us over completely.  We fought at
this urging out of our love for one another, determined to fight against
the need to release because of our desire to make it last forever.

To me, it seemed like nothing had ever mattered before this moment.
Nothing in the world existed to me other than Paul's perfect body beneath
me, and my own need and desire for him; a desire to not only enter his
body, but his very soul.

I felt so close to Paul at that moment, I could no longer tell if I was
making love to him, or he was making love to me.  If there was a
difference, I quickly ceased to care about it.  As Paul had asked, I lived
only for him, and only in this moment.  I wanted us to feel this moment as
we created it together, not from any selfish pride, but as one half of the
entity we were becoming.  I felt closer to Paul than I had ever felt to
another human being.  Paul was going to orgasm with me.

I raised up from him and began concentrating on my actions.  I rotated his
hips up towards his body, slightly changing the angle that I penetrated
him.  It appeared to have the desired effect.  I was plunging into him as
deeply as possible, but now, I felt my penis make contact with his gland as
I entered him.  Back and forth, I withdrew and reentered him, searching his
eyes for the signs that he was experiencing the pleasure I wanted him to
feel.  His eyes rolled back into his head as I slowly, and deliberately,
entered him.

"Oh...god...Aidan," Paul moaned out as his hands went wild.

His head began shaking from side to side and he bit as his lower lip.  His
hands dashed over my body, feeling my chest, my arms, and my back.  I
stared down at this perfect boy that was lying beneath me taking me inside
him and I felt nothing but pure love for him.  I would never let anything
harm him.  He would never experience pain, or be hurt by anything as long
as I was near him.  Nothing bad would ever touch him.  I would protect him
and love him forever.

As I looked down at the perfect body of my lover, I also saw perfect
compatibility.  Our bodies were made for each other.  As I pressed fully
into Paul, the shape and contours of his body mated up perfectly against
mine, allowing me to slip inside him fully.  Paul fit me like a glove.

I slightly increased the speed and intensity of my thrusts, and suddenly
the sound of my flesh slapping firmly against Paul's became loud in my
ears.  Paul's eyelids fluttered open and he looked back at me with fire and
passion.  His hands continued to stroke me all over, his legs, which had
since been wrapped around my waist, tightened their grip around me.  Paul's
mouth was open, as he continuously gasped and panted in pleasure.

Paul's dick was smacking up and down on his tightly bunched stomach
muscles, and his balls were drawn tightly up into his body.  Paul's face
was flushed with blood and his body appeared to be on the verge of another
soul shattering orgasm.

"Oh god, you're going to make me cum..." Paul panted out between breaths.

"We'll cum together then," I groaned out as Paul tightened the muscles in
his ass, clamping tightly around me.  The heat and friction on my dick was
making me feel lightheaded.  I had never experienced this kind of sex
before.  This was something beyond the pale, the mundane, way beyond the
ordinary.

I couldn't take any more and was almost ready to explode, but the entire
time I had been fucking him, I grew more determined that somehow I would
make Paul cum first.  Even worse for poor Paul, I was going to make him
come just from fucking him.  I wasn't going to touch him, or let him touch
himself.  Subconsciously, my brain had determined that if I could
accomplish this feat, Paul would understand just how much I needed him.  He
would understand that my pleasure was his pleasure.  I would not be happy
until he was.  That was my love.

I grabbed Paul's arms and pinned them down over his legs against the area
just underneath his knees, refusing to let him touch anything, putting him
at my mercy.  I pounded Paul's body as he lay beneath me, crying and
moaning his feelings.  His body reacted instinctively as he took everything
I had to give.  The head of my dick careened wildly off of Paul's swollen
and abused prostate with every thrust.

Paul's eyes widened as he looked down at his dick, which was sticking out
and pointing away from his body, and had grown as hard and rigid as
concrete.

"Oh fuck me...God, I'm...oh FUUUUCK!" Paul growled while he stared in wide
eyed wonder as his body started to tingle all over.

"Cum baby!  Cum for me, you hot mother fucker!" I cursed at him as I
slammed into him.  Paul's eyes rolled up into his head and he let out a
long and strangled cry.

"Oh god, oh god, god..." Paul wept, as the head of his dick flared out and
his orgasm began to pump out of his body.

Paul came, and his whole body went rigid.  I bent down towards him,
covering his lips with my own, and a cry was torn from me as Paul's
clenching muscles tightly gripped me, taking me with him on a downward
spiral into pure ecstasy.  I moaned weakly into his mouth and our tongues
fought at one another.  My dick began to pump my own orgasm deep inside
Paul's body.  I poured my soul into Paul's body as I erupted inside him.
Time stood still as I filled my lover with liquid fire.

I felt Paul orgasm from the inside.  As I pumped my own into him, he again
pumped his out, where it coated both our chests in slippery, wet, heat.
For agonizing moments while we emptied ourselves, we filled that space with
each other as we became one body with a singular and overriding sense of
purpose.  Aidan and Paul ceased to exist, and we became a singular entity
united by our love and passion.

Finally, with no strength left, I crashed down on top of Paul.

Everything grew dark as I shut my eyes, and continued to kiss my lover.  We
both gasped for air, as we came down from a blissful plane of higher
consciousness.  Our bodies exhausted, our passions spent, and our love
fully consummated, we experienced the ultimate closeness.

The universe and everything within it ceased to be.  All that was left,
were two bodies joined as one.  With my steadily shrinking penis still deep
inside Paul, and lying on top of him with my head on his shoulder, we
professed our love as we slipped into a warm, dark, and comforting place.

----------------((0))-----------------


Sometime later, I awoke.  I was still lying with Paul on the bed, but as we
dozed together I had slipped off of him to his right side.  He was lying
peacefully, smiling slightly, breathing steadily, and looking beautiful.  I
couldn't resist kissing him, and ever so lightly - as not to wake him - I
gave him the lightest of caresses on his forehead.  I marveled at my
wonderful lover and soul-mate.

As gently as possible, I rose from the bed, making every effort not to
disturb him.  Having succeeded, I gingerly made my way to the bathroom,
where I relieved my aching bladder -- making sure to close the door
silently behind me.  After flushing the toilet, I stepped up to the shower,
turning the water on.  Once the water heated, I entered and began to clean
myself, washing away the traces of our lovemaking.

My mind reviewed all that had happened within the past few days as the hot
water from the shower fell over my shoulders, soothing and relaxing my
muscles, drawing out the tension.  "What a workout Paul and I had," I
thought while my mind replayed the images and feelings of that time.  The
shared passions, moans of pleasure, the release, and Paul's admission of
his love for me, all of it would be stored in my memories forever.  Those
moments would never lose their special significance and place of
importance.

I placed both hands on the walls of the shower and leaned forward, letting
the water from the showerhead flow over my back and neck, the heat and
pressure soothing and calming me.  I heard the door close.  I closed my
eyes.  The shower curtain opened and closed quickly, as someone entered the
shower behind me.  I felt Paul press himself into my back as his arms
wrapped around me.

Turning around, with his arms still embracing me, I hugged him tightly to
me.  His smiling face was gazing up at me almost reverently.  I returned
his smile, grabbing the back of his head with both hands as I leaned down
to kiss him.  The water splashed over us.

"I was just going to soak in the shower a bit, but since you're here now,
let's take a bath together," I said as our lips parted.

"Sounds good," Paul agreed.

I placed the rubber stopper in the tub drain, and switched the shower off
causing the water to pour out of the faucet below.  We stood in silence and
embraced each other while the tub filled.

"Hang on, I have an idea," I said suddenly.  "Come stand on the floor mat,"
I added as I stepped out of the tub, indicating for Paul to do the same.

Once Paul was standing outside the tub and on the floor, I went back into
my room.  I hurriedly retrieved a few scented candles from my room along
with my lighter, which now served little purpose, and brought them into the
bathroom.  The Glade candles were supposed to freshen the room up a bit,
but their fragrance would add to the moment I was about to create.

I lined the candles along the edge of the tub.  After lighting the candles
one by one with the lighter, I turned to the light switch and flicked it
off.  Shadows flickered and played across the room as the wavering flame
from the candles became the only source of light.  Paul smiled
appreciatively.

"Ok, lets get back in, it's a little over half full," I stated as I grabbed
his hand and we both stepped gingerly into the tub.

I sat down first and Paul lowered himself between my legs, as I scooted up
against the rear of the tub.  As I leaned back, Paul turned around and
snuggled between my legs, as I bent my knees.  My arms wrapped around him
after he reached forward and shut the water off, bringing him closer to me
so that he was laying back against my chest.

The hot water soaked us both in a deep and penetrating heat.  Paul melted
against me, resting his head back against my shoulder, and turned slightly
to look up at me, smiling.

"My, isn't this romantic," he whispered.

"Just imagine what I could have done with a little planning," I smiled
back.

"I get the feeling you want to talk to me," Paul stated.

"Yeah, I think we should.  So let's do that while we just sit here and
relax.

"Sounds good to me," Paul agreed.

There was so much I wanted to ask him, and so much that I wanted to say.  I
wanted to unburden myself to him.  I wanted to thank him and to tell him
how grateful and lucky I was to have found him.

"I love you so much Paul," I whispered to him as I hugged him close.

"And I love you too," Paul replied as his hands caressed my legs and thighs
underneath the water.

"You know, I completely fell for you the moment you walked into the
off-crew office in your dress blues.  Do you remember that? I was standing
quarterdeck watch."

"Yeah I remember."

"I remember thinking you were so beautiful.  Your eyes, cute little nose,
everything about you, had me spellbound."

"I was so nervous too.  Everything was so new.  I don't remember half of
what happened that day.  It was all a blur, but what I do remember was how
nice you were to me.  You were right there answering all my questions,
telling me that I'd get the hang of things in no time.  You were awesome.
I knew at that moment that we were going to be friends.  You made me feel
so welcome."

"I remember you looked so lost too, like a little puppy-dog that was
confused and missed his home.  God, you were so cute," I said as I kissed
the top of Paul's head through his spiky wet hair.

Paul sighed and leaned back into me.  I held him tightly.

"I feel so safe in your arms.  You make me feel so special.  I don't ever
want this to end," Paul whispered to me with his eyes closed.

"I'm never going to let go of you baby.  I'm never going to hurt you, or
let anyone or anything hurt you.  I'll always be here for you."

"Promise?"

"I swear."

"I've heard that before...and I...I've, been hurt before..." Paul's voice
trailed off.

"Not by me you haven't.  I'm not those guys Paul.  That wasn't me.  I'll
never do that to you," I whispered back as I reached towards Paul's face
and grabbed his chin, turning his face to look up at me.  I stared deeply
into his eyes.

"I'd die before I let that happen to you again."

Paul's eyes peered into mine, my conviction shining brightly for him to
see.

"I love you Paul, and nothing on this earth or beyond it will ever change
that.  I will never hurt you."

Paul's face grew flushed.

"Oh Aidan," Paul sobbed as he reached up and kissed me.  He broke away, and
turning around to face me, hugged me tightly, his body trembling as he
sobbed.

As the tough exterior of my little Tiger melted away in my arms, I fell
even more deeply in love with him.  His willingness to confess his own
vulnerability and his trust in me were overwhelming.  I was overjoyed
beyond words as I realized that Paul truly loved me.  As he hugged me
tightly and wept tears of joy at having found someone he could trust with
his heart, I silently thanked whatever creator there might be for making
Paul Richards.

Neither of us was willing to let this moment go.  We kissed, and hugged one
another.  Paul had unburdened his soul to me, and had expressed his
innermost fears: a fear of betrayal, fear of abandonment, and a fear of a
love that wasn't returned.  And having those fears erased by my vows of
unconditional love for him, and having those fears blown away by the look
he saw in my eyes that silently assured him that I was utterly incapable of
hurting him, he was made whole again.

His smile gradually returned to his face, and as he found his composure he
began kissing me all over my face, softly whispering to me, thanking me,
loving me.

It was a moment I will never forget.

Finally, having said everything that needed to be, we stood together and
stepped out of the tub.  The plug was pulled and the water drained away.
Paul and I dried each other off with my towel, and our hands of course,
could not be kept off of one another.

As we made our way back into our room, we looked around.  The room was
trashed.  It smelled of sex.  The bed was destroyed, the covers tangled,
the pillows bunched up, and the sheets, well they clearly needed changing.

"Let's get dressed and clean the room up a bit, then we can go get some
lunch.  I need to stop by some places and pick a few things up too," I
informed Paul.

"I agree.  I'm starved."

"We should probably get some groceries so we don't have to leave for the
rest of the week."

"Hmm...Sounds like you just want to stay in bed all week so we can have
sex," Paul accused with a knowing grin.

"Drats! Foiled again!" I replied facetiously as I snapped my fingers.

Paul laughed.

"Don't worry, I'm not disagreeing with you, I think it's a good plan."

Paul headed over to his closet and began putting on some clothes.

"Hang on a sec.  Not those." I said, as I pointed to the pants he had taken
out.

I opened my closet and pulled out a pair of khaki shorts.  I threw them at
Paul and told him to try them on.  I put on a pair of clean briefs and
turned around to watch Paul try on my shorts.  As I suspected, with a belt,
they would fit him and not look that bad.  They were a bit baggy on him,
but there was nothing wrong with that, and other than their length, they
fit him well.

I hastily donned a sheer black tank top T-shirt and a pair of gray khaki
pants with cuffed bottoms.

"You look like your name should be Guido, or Big Vinnie," Paul remarked as
I turned around to him.

"So you think the wing-tips would be overboard? You might be right.  I'll
settle for the black loafers instead," I replied.  Paul simply shook his
head and laughed.

I finished the outfit with a black belt with a large silver buckle and
opened a drawer inside to reveal my jewelry box.  I selected a single
silver herringbone choker, my Silver Bulova watch, and a silver chain
bracelet which went on my right wrist, opposite my watch.  Black and Silver
were my favorite colors - I've never been fond of gold.

After I closed my closet, I headed for the bathroom to fix my hair and make
sure I had no shadow. A bit of styling gel ensured the hair looked shiny
and spiky, just the way I liked it.  With this outfit I would have been
welcomed into Tony Soprano's house like family.  I loved it.  The outfit,
along with my size, communicated a silent message.  It said: "Don't fuck
with me."

It was perfect for what I had in mind.

Paul finished dressing and appeared as my perfect opposite - again all
according to plan.  Paul appeared like any modern day high school boy
would.  He had on a pair of beige khaki shorts, clean tennis shoes,
collared polo shirt, and a short conservative haircut.  Paul's outfit,
along with his age and size communicated a silent message as well.  It
said: "Please fuck with me."  Or in my mind, "Please fuck me."  I laughed
at the contrasting parody we formed.  It was perfect, and more importantly
it would work.

We started cleaning the room.  The bed was stripped of its sheets and new
ones were taken out of my closet.  Paul made the bed while I picked up the
rest of the room and set about throwing our clothes into the dirty clothes
hamper.  Our uniforms were put back onto hangars; they would need ironing
or even dry cleaning later.  With the room finally returned to some
semblance of order again, we headed out, but before I closed the door, I
reached above the refrigerator and used some Lysol quite liberally
throughout the room.

On the way off base I stopped by the ATM and withdrew some cash.  The
wallet was empty and you never knew what could happen.  Kingsland was a
relatively small place, and some businesses still didn't take plastic.

Paul and I both decided that we wanted a sit down meal.  It was still only
about Three-thirty in the afternoon.  We settled on a local seafood
restaurant.  As we entered, our attire drew immediate curiosity.  We
appeared completely mismatched.  I smiled as the hostess asked us if we
were together.  We were led to our seats, in the non-smoking section of
course, and given our menus.  One by one, I met each of the other patrons
curious glances with a stone cold stare.  It was menacing and unfriendly.
One elderly couple in particular was constantly looking over at us.

I could tell what the old heffer was thinking as she mumbled under her
breath to her husband, who looked old enough to have fought in the Great
War: "What's a nice looking young boy like that doing with that man? He
looks like a gangster! I wonder if he's from New York?  All the Italian
Mobsters live in New York you know!  Why, one time Ethel and me..."

I scowled deeply at her.  I could see her cringe; visions of Tommy-Guns and
Model T's were dancing in her head.  She quickly averted her eyes and went
back to stuffing her jowls with fried shrimp.

The waitress who eventually found our table was marvelous.  She was the
very vision of a southern soccer mom.  I decided immediately that I'd have
some fun with her before it was all over with.  She introduced herself -
Shelly or something like that.  I could have cared less.

"I'd like a bottle of your best Merlot please.  Two glasses, but he isn't
drinking."

She looked at me and appeared like she was about to protest.

"Look, before you give me the speech, I'm usually a really good tipper
lady, and I know the law says you can't put a bottle on the table with only
one glass...so bring two.  He's driving, not me," I interrupted her as I
pointed at Paul, my Italian New Yorker accent dripping heavily.  I was
actually Scottish on my mother's and French/Indian on my Father's side; I
had just seen one too many Scorsese flicks.

Shelly decided that she liked the idea of getting a tip better than she did
the idea of arguing with me -- smart girl.  Paul was staring wide-eyed at
me.  He couldn't tell if this was all a huge joke, or just some part of me
he'd never seen before.  I winked at him to play along.

"I'll have a coke...with a cherry in it," Paul added hastily.

Shelly appeared ready to protest again, but a wave of my hand silenced her,
mouth agape.

"I don't care what you gotta do to make a little maraschino appear in that
glass o' coke Shelly, but you take care of me and my nephew here, and I'll
take care of you.  Savvy?"

Shelly appeared to be in shock.  She simply shook her head and walked off.
Once she had gone, Paul turned to me as he shook his head in disbelief.

"That was awesome.  Who are you?  Capone?  Maybe younger...ah I know.  That
was Deniro!  Hey Vito Corleone!"

"Shush and let me have my fun.  Just play along...nephew," I giggled back.

"Fuckin brilliant!" Paul whispered. "You're getting the Oscar for sure!"

"I bet she's tearing up the kitchen looking for a fucking cherry right now,
you ass," I joked back.

"Me, an ass?  Surely you jest."

"Shhh, she's coming back."

Shelly returned with the bottle of wine.  She put down two glasses, one in
front of me, the other in the center of the table.  She uncorked the bottle
and set it on the table beside my glass. I made three clicking noises with
my tongue against the roof of my mouth as I shook my head.  Shelly got the
message.  She poured my first glass.  I beamed at her in appreciation.

"Thank you Shelly!  What excellent service," I lied.

Shelly smiled weakly and hurried back to the kitchen, eager to be away from
us two weirdos.

"That poor woman," Paul muttered as he shook his head in mock disgust.

"I'm having too much fun to care," I smiled. I began downing my first glass
of wine, delightfully satisfied as the liquid heat rolled over my tongue
and down my throat.

Shelly returned soon after, and low and behold, there was a shiny red
cherry, stem and all, resting inside Paul's glass of coke.

"Excellent!" I declared.

"Are you two ready to order?" Shelly inquired.

I ordered what I wanted.  A platter of scallops and fried oysters, with
shrimp, flounder, and French fries -- chips for you Blokes across the pond.
I also ordered an appetizer of soft shelled crab; Paul and I could split
it. After I had ordered my food, Paul ordered his.  He had shrimp and
scallops, no oysters, but deviled crab instead.  Having taken our orders,
Shelly collected our menus and returned to the kitchen in haste.

Our food eventually came out and we ate it like the starving guys that we
were.  I ended up drinking almost the entire bottle of wine, true to form.
I would be getting my tolerance back quickly this off-crew.

We finished our meal and made our way to the counter to pay for our meal.
After paying the tab I walked back to the table.  Shelly was bussing the
table as I walked up to her.  I took a twenty dollar bill out of my wallet
and held it out to her.  She was obviously pleasantly surprised.

"Thanks for everything Shelly.  The food was great, the wine excellent, and
the service was flawless.  You're a saint amongst sinners," I said in my
normal voice with a slight bow at the waist.  Shelly's face registered
shock.  I turned and walked out of the restaurant back to the truck with
Paul in tow and a huge ass grin on my face.  Paul didn't even eat that
damned cherry.

When both of us were out in the parking lot, I started laughing
hysterically.  Paul joined in with some genuine laughter of his own.  I
tossed my keys towards Paul after disarming the alarm and the door locks.
He caught them as he shook his head.

"Guy's don't let their boyfriends drive drunk!" I said way too loudly.

Paul looked around momentarily embarrassed, and quickly got into the
driver's seat of the truck.  I climbed in the passenger's side and shut the
door, feeling out of place.  After doing so, I reached out for Paul and
grabbed his arm.  The alcohol was making me hot, and extremely horny.  I
fought the urges and remained serious.  An important decision had been
made, and Paul needed to hear it.

"Paul, listen to me.  I don't take a dump without a plan.  You know that
right?" I asked Paul as I held his right arm still in my hand.  Paul
nodded.

"So you know I ordered that wine and got fucked up on purpose.  You also
know that I can't drive because of it.  You should have also figured out
that you'd be driving.  Here's what you don't know.  No one, and I mean no
one, drives Alex except me.  Do you understand what that means?" I asked,
not waiting for an answer.

"What it means is that this truck is my most prized fuckin possession.
Nobody, and I mean nobody but me, has even sat where you're sitting right
now.  No one has ever held those keys but me.  There's only one thing in
this world that I value more than I do Alex, and that's the guy that's
about to drive him out of this parking lot." I continued, deadly serious.
Paul was starting to comprehend.

"Now, I'm not making any excuses for having to be a little drunk to get to
this point.  Just realize that it's incredibly hard for me; harder than you
realize. I'll tell you why later, but for now, just know that I trust you
-- completely - with my heart, with Alex, and with my life.  I hope you can
understand that."

Paul nodded thoughtfully and I let go of his arm, turning around and
putting my seatbelt on.

"Whenever you're ready baby," I nodded.

"Thank you.  I realize how much this means to you," Paul nodded
thoughtfully as he turned the key in the ignition.

"Let's head to Wal-Mart. I need to pick up some things, and we can get some
groceries while were there."

We pulled out of the parking lot slowly.  Paul was being ginger with Alex.
He wasn't used to driving a vehicle like this.

"Oh wow.  This is totally awesome.  I've always wanted to drive your truck,
and now I am," Paul remarked.

"Any time you want to, you can take him for a spin.  I know you'll be good
to him, like you are me," I replied, slightly slurring my speech as the
wine ran through me.

We pulled up to an intersection and stopped beneath the stop light.  I
looked beside us.  I rolled down the window as I looked at the brand new
04' Mustang GT that had stopped beside us.  I frowned at the driver and
shook my head as I rolled the window back up.  He gunned his motor.  A
throaty bass roar from an aftermarket exhaust issued his challenge.

All of the sudden, it was high noon.  I looked over at Paul as I reached
down and shifted Alex's four wheel drive and locked in the rear axle.

"I want you to destroy this redneck fucker," I told Paul as I jerked my
thumb to the stang' beside us.

"You sure?" Paul asked, getting nervous.

"I believe in you baby, and I believe that poor bastard is about to get a
very rude fucking wake-up," I replied to Paul as I reached out and stroked
the dashboard. "And nobody revs their motor on Alex and gets away with it.
Now press that pedal when that light goes green, but not all the way so you
don't burn us out," I shouted. "Once you hit 15 on the speed, fuckin floor
it."

Paul leaned back in the seat and gripped the wheel with both hands.  I
reached over and disengaged the automatic overdrive and ensured my seat
buckle was fastened.  I leaned back; ready for what I knew was coming.
Paul was about to experience a rush like he'd never felt before.

The light turned green.

Paul hit the gas.  Alex exploded to life.  The mustang's tires barked
loudly.  The shrill noise of burning rubber and twin roaring V-8's drowned
out everything else.  For a moment the mustang appeared like it would pull
ahead as its front end lifted and it roared off the line, but then, before
we had totally cleared the intersection, Paul laid the gas pedal fully
horizontal.  Near instantaneously, the acceleration slammed us back into
the seats, as the full power of the Holley Supercharger fed the Mopar v-8
with raw energy.  All four tires chirped as Alex unleashed his full
potential.

The driver of the Mustang never even had a chance.  Within five seconds, we
had hit 65 miles per hour.  The mustang conceded defeat as its driver was
left in the dust with his balls dangling from Alex's teeth; another victim.

"FUCK YEAH!" Paul shouted as he backed off the gas.  "Eat that, bitch!"
Paul screamed at the rear view mirror as he flipped the mustang the bird.

Chuckling to myself, I reached forwards and disengaged the four wheel drive
and reengaged the overdrive transmission.

"Pretty fun huh?" I asked Paul.

"Hell yeah, that was fucking awesome!  Wow, that was a rush man! I love
this fuckin truck!" Paul enthusiastically shouted as he bounced up and down
in the seat.

Moments later, we arrived at Wal-Mart.  We hurried inside, and I grabbed
the shopping cart, partly because I wanted to get quite a few things, but
also to help me steady myself.  The world was still spinning.  First things
first, I wheeled the cart towards the pharmacy.  Paul tagged along beside
me.  As we reached the aisles with medicine, hygiene products, and other
assorted drug store fare, I began to search for two, very important items.

I found the first item near the condoms.  Paul blushed as I sorted through
them.

"I'm glad we get HIV tests every six months," I commented as I fingered at
a box of Trojan condoms.  Paul said nothing, but continued to watch me.

"Good thing we don't need these things because I can't fucking stand them."

Paul smiled, appearing relieved to be moving on.  I looked around a bit
more and grabbed for a box on the shelf.  It was the biggest bottle of KY
"Liquid" they sold.  Paul giggled.  I placed it into the shopping cart, and
continued down the isle.

"Help me find an enema kit."

"I've already got one of those silly," Paul whispered.

"It's not for you, it's for me," I replied as I smiled at him.

Paul looked at me quizzically, and then as realization dawned on him, his
eyes grew wider.

"Follow me," he said as he backtracked down the isle.  I followed him with
the cart.

"Here they are," Paul indicated a variety of boxes.

"Hmm," I muttered as I studied the various Fleet kits.  "What do you think
I should get."

"Well, is this the first cleaning you've had for a while?" Paul asked.

"Um, yeah I guess," I replied too liquored up to be embarrassed.

"Then I'd get this one, and this one.  This one is the solution and the
tabs, and this one is the bags.  They have little nozzles on them and you
fill them with warm water and this solution and you..."

"I get the picture," I said with a wave of my hand cutting Paul off before
he went further.  Paul smiled back as I put both items in the cart.

As we walked away from that section and towards the grocery isles, Paul
leaned towards me.

"So what do we need those for?" He whispered in my ear.

"That's for me to know, and you to find out," I replied with a wink.  Paul
blushed slightly and smiled deviously.

I stocked the cart with various food items, ready to eat things mainly, but
also a few microwaveable items since I also had a microwave in my room.  We
bought plenty of snacks and chips.  I bought some sodas and bottles of
water as well.  Finished with our shopping, we headed to the check out
counters.

I searched out the youngest, and prettiest, female cashier I could find.
Finding one who passed the litmus test, I steered the cart to her isle.  I
dug through the cart and deposited the enema kits and the KY lubricant onto
the conveyor belt firmly and looked directly at her, meeting her gaze.  She
picked up the Enema boxes first, looking over them trying to find a bar
code.  I pointed it out to her.  She blushed demurely.

Paul stifled a giggle behind me.

Next, she picked up the bottle of KY and instantly scanned that in, giving
Paul and I a curious glance, blushing madly the entire time.  I smiled and
winked at her.  She lowered her gaze and almost giggled herself, as she
reached for the other items to scan them.  I decided to really turn up the
heat.

"Now if I get home and crack that bottle of KY open, and it isn't as
slippery as advertised, I'm brining it back for an exchange.  If I did
that, could you recommend something better for me?"

Her jaw dropped.

"Um I uh, I think you could, like get a refund or something," She
stammered.

"So does that stuff work well?" I asked with a straight face.

"Um...I guess, I don't ...I mean, if it doesn't you can bring it back," she
replied quickly, obviously embarrassed by my questions.

"U-huh, well rest assured, if that causes any friction burns or doesn't
live up to it's name, I'll be returning it for a full refund," I added,
trying to keep a straight face.  The poor girl was so flustered at this
point I thought she was going to burst.

Having scanned all our items, I paid for everything and Paul and I left the
poor distraught girl behind.  Once we reached the parking lot, Paul and I
both burst out laughing.

"Oh my god that was so fucking funny.  That poor girl was so embarrassed!"
Paul laughed.

"I thought she was about to tell me how good that stuff worked from
personal experience, but then she thought better of it," I laughed back.

Reaching the parking lot, we loaded our bags into the back seat and Paul
once again hopped in the driver's seat as we drove off.  The drive back was
quick and uneventful.  We arrived on base and soon began hauling our
packages back up to the room, laughing the whole way while we discussed the
events of the day.  It was going on Five thirty in the evening now and the
sun had almost set.

After we unpacked out groceries and put them into the refrigerator and
freezer, I took both enema kits and the KY out.  I opened the box of KY and
put the large bottle on top of my dresser that was near my bed.  That would
no doubt be needed later.  I took both enema kits and sat down on the bed,
opening both boxes and inspecting the contents while reading the
instructions that came with each kit.

Paul came over to me, sat down on the bed, and began helping me sort
everything out.

"Ok, here's the tablets you have to take first.  Then you wait 8 hours, and
move to this stage, that has you use these suppositories.  That's supposed
to keep you clean."

"Ok, and the other kit is for immediate treatment or something?"

"Yeah this one has the bags that fill with water and this solution.  It's
basically a mild soap.  This tube here comes from the bag to the nozzle and
that goes you know where.  The bags and nozzle are disposable.  I think
there's 12 in this one."

"I'm going to need your help."

"You sure? I mean about using this...on your self, I don't..."

I leaned over and kissed Paul firmly on his lips.

"Now who's being dense?" I asked.

"You mean you want me to..."

"I don't mean anything.  I want to do this so I can be clean for you.  I
want to do this so that you can make love to me."

Paul looked up at me, a smile breaking his face.

"I want you to take my virginity."

Paul's expression changed to one of shock mixed with disbelief.

"You mean, you've never...you know.  Never been...fucked?"

"No," I confessed.  "I've never trusted anyone before.  I trust you.  I
love you."

Paul reached out for me and we hugged one another, the alcohol further
fueling my desire for him.  We kissed and embraced.

"Oh Aidan, of course I will.  I'm...honored.  Really I am. I...wow.  I
don't know what to say," Paul stammered.

"Just say yes."

"Yes," Paul replied as he nodded his head and smiled at me, stroking my
arms reassuringly with his hands.

"And promise me that you'll be gentle.  You're a very big boy Paul, and to
tell the truth, I'm a little scared, but I love you so much and I...I want
to feel you inside me so bad..." I admitted.

"I'll go real slow Aidan.  We'll make sure you're completely ready."

"Then let's go do this.  I'll need your help though, I've never had one of
these things before."

"Don't worry.  I've been giving myself enemas since I was in high-school.
They're easy.  It's actually kind of sexy feeling after you get used to
them," Paul informed me as we gathered up the kits and the bottle of KY and
headed for the bathroom.

Paul grasped my hand in his own as we entered the bathroom and shut the
door behind us.  Laying out all the supplies on the sink, Paul filled the
plastic cup on the sink with water and handed it too me.

"Take those two tablets with this water.  That way, they will be working,
and you can follow up with the other steps tomorrow," Paul instructed.

I took the two tablets off the sink and chased them with the water.  Paul
tore open the plastic covering the enema bags were in and began unpacking
one, straightening the plastic tube out.  He turned on the hot water tap in
the sink, and while holding his hand underneath the flow, he adjusted the
temperature by mixing the hot and cold taps until he was satisfied with the
overall temperature.

"Ok, now from experience I know how hot the water needs to be.  You have to
remember, the inside of your body is pretty hot already, so you don't want
cold water in here, or you'll cramp up, but you don't want it too hot,
because it could burn you," Paul informed me as he began to fill one of the
bags half way with water.

Once it had been filled, he took a bottle from the sink and squirted it
into the top of the bag, mixing some of the soap solution in.  He closed
his finger over the bags fill valve and shook it, mixing the solution into
the water thoroughly.  Once he had done this for a few seconds, he again
returned the bag underneath the sink faucet and finished filling it
completely.  I studied and committed these steps and processes to memory.

Setting the bag aside, Paul gathered another empty one and began to fill it
with hot water as well.

"This bag will actually be the first one we give you.  Just some clean
water to rinse you out good.  The first bag I filled will actually go in
second, but after you've let the first one soak into you a bit.  That way
it has a chance to, you know, loosen up all the stuff inside you," Paul
smiled.

My beautiful Paul; here he was about to help me do something entirely
private and potentially embarrassing, and he was more concerned about me
being embarrassed about it.  God, I loved him.

"Ok, now we should get you out of all those clothes.  After you take these,
you'll probably want to get into the shower afterwards," Paul noted.

I agreed and took my clothes off, putting my jewelry and watch on the sink
along with my belt.

"Ok, here's what I want you to do. First, I want you to get down on your
hands and knees on the rug here in front of the toilet...hang on," Paul
said as he snatched down a towel from the towel rack and handed it to me.

"Fold that up and use it as padding so you'll be comfortable.  I want you
to stick your butt up as high in the air as you can get it and keep your
legs spread.  Remember the position I was in this morning when you, you
know, gave me that rim-job?"

"You mean, when I ate your sweet little boy-pussy?" I corrected him while I
watched Paul blush deeply.

"Um...yeah," He whispered.

"Yes, I remember.  You want me to suck on my finger and wiggle my ass too?"
I joked as I dropped down on my knees, trying to alleviate the seriousness
of the situation by poking fun at Paul.

"No, you don't have to, but I wouldn't mind if you did," Paul laughed back.
"Maybe after you have all these and a shower I'll try that for myself, see
if I like giving it as much as I like getting it."

"Any time you want me baby," I responded as I lowered my chest to the
ground and spread my legs, revealing myself to Paul.

"Nice.  Do you shave?" Paul asked as he stroked my smooth butt with his
hands.

"Not back there.  I trim up front though."

"Neat.  I figured you'd be kind of hairy back here, but you're not," Paul
observed almost to himself as he trailed his finger over my ass hole.

I sucked in a hard breath as I thrilled at the contact of Paul's finger.

"OK, this might be a little cold," Paul warned me as he squirted a bit of
the KY around my hole.  The cold liquid caused me to gasp.

"Sorry baby," Paul apologized as he started rubbing the liquid around with
his fingers, warming it, and spreading it around the outside of my butt
hole.

"Here we go, just relax," Paul warned as he slipped his finger inside me.

With his other hand, Paul started stroking me and rubbing the cheeks of my
ass, as he worked his finger deeper inside me, spreading the KY around and
coating my insides with the lubricant.  I was not in any discomfort from
his finger, and after the liquid started to warm up, I began to enjoy the
pleasant stimulation Paul's finger was giving me as he rotated and worked
his finger around inside me.

"Good Aidan, you're doing just fine.  OK, now I'm going to insert the
nozzle of the first rinse inside you.  I'm not going to release the water
yet though," Paul informed me as he withdrew his finger and reached for the
enema bag behind him on the sink.

"OK, here comes the nozzle, just remember push out like you're taking a
crap, but not too much," Paul laughed.

I tried to follow Paul's instructions as he inserted the plastic nozzle of
the enema bag inside me.  While he worked it inside me, he continued to
stroke my body with his hands, trying to soothe and relax me.  I tried to
concentrate on the stimulation Paul was giving me and even managed to get a
slight erection which he noticed.

"Good, that's it, just think about how good it feels.  When I release this
water in you, I want you to remember to not tense up.  Don't fight it, just
let it flow into you ok?"

"Ok."

"Now it's not going to take long because the first bag is only half full.
Trust me, it feels like it's a lot, but it isn't.  When you've got all of
it in you, I'm going to tell you to clamp down, and I'm going to take the
nozzle out of you.  Then you clamp down with your muscles so the water
doesn't come out until we're ready for it, OK?" Paul instructed.

"OK," I replied slightly nervous.

"I'm going to open the valve.  Now comes the water."

The sensation of the warm water as it flooded my bowels was simultaneously
erotic, and scary.  Fear of the unknown combined with feelings of a strange
kind of euphoria as the warmth spread through my body, accompanied by a
feeling of increasing pressure, which slowly spread up my stomach from the
bottom.

"You're doing great Aidan, you've got about half of it in you now," Paul
informed as he continued to caress me, reassuring me that I was doing good.

After what seemed like forever, the full feeling in my stomach started to
become bothersome.  I could hear my guts churn as the water from the enema
spread through my colon and intestines.  I closed my eyes and concentrated
on staying in the moment and focusing on Paul's hands and not the growing
tightness in my stomach.

"That's it baby, just a bit more, you're doing good," Paul encouraged.

A few more agonizingly long moments passed.  A loud gurgle escaped my body
and I felt a slight cramp in my stomach as the water continued to spread
inside me.  I felt like I really wanted to sit down on the toilet.  I
couldn't stifle a whimper as I grunted in displeasure at the foreign
sensations in my body.  I should have drunk more before trying this, I
thought to myself.

"That's it Aidan, you did it baby! It's all in you.  OK, now clamp down
hard; don't let a single drop out.  Keep it all inside, you're doing fine!"

I grunted as Paul withdrew the nozzle from me, and tossed the bag in the
trash. I clamped down on my muscles as the sudden urge to evacuate my
bowels hit me.  Paul sat down beside me and began stroking my stomach and
abs with one hand while massaging my lower back with the other.

"Its ok baby, you just need to keep it inside of you as long as you can OK?
Let's try for 2 minutes.  Are you feeling ok?" Paul asked as he kissed me
on my thigh.

"I don't know if I can make it that long, but I'll try to..." I groaned as
I continued to fight the urge to release the pressure that was building
inside me.

Agonizing moments passed, and just as I was about to tell Paul that I could
take no more, he informed me that the time was up.

"OK baby, you did great, now I want you to put your legs together," Paul
stated as I complied. "Good, now I want you to slowly get back onto your
hands and knees."

I did.  A rumble erupted from my belly and I closed my eyes as a sudden
shifting inside me almost caused me to have an embarrassing accident.  Paul
gripped my shoulders, reassuring me, and steadying me.

"OK, lean back slowly, and when you can, I want you to stand up, all the
way. Take it nice and slow," Paul coaxed.

I managed to stand after several rumbles from my stomach and shifts in my
bowels subsided.  And Paul claimed to enjoy this?  Never again, I silently
promised.  When I was fully standing with my legs tightly pressed together,
Paul began to rub my stomach.

"Awww that's so cute, you have a little pot belly!" Paul smiled up at me as
he rubbed and kneaded my stomach which appeared bloated and distended
outward from the presence of the water inside me.

"Oh fuck please don't do that," I said as his hand caused more grumbling
noises and shifting pains.

"I know it doesn't feel good right now baby, but you have to give it time
to knock all the bad stuff loose.  When I rub you like this it's making all
that bad stuff break up.  Hold it in for as long as you can, and when you
can't take any more, I want you to sit on the toilet and just let it all
out, OK?"

"And you're going to just stand there?" I asked, finally putting two and
two together, finally understanding the reality of where all this water
inside me had to go eventually.

"Yes baby.  I told you I'd help you.  You don't have to be embarrassed.  I
do this all the time to myself; I know what's going to happen."

"It's not going to gross you out or anything?" I asked, dubious that Paul
could be so understanding and caring in the face of such a personal and
socially private act.

"No it's not, it's perfectly natural.  We all have to shit Aidan, even us
perfect angels," Paul smiled up at me.

"You really are amazing...oh god..." I groaned out as another pang gripped
my stomach in knots.  "I gotta go NOW!" I said, as I hurriedly groped for
the toilet seat.

I sat down hard on the commode, and my face flushed with a mixture of
shame, embarrassment, pleasure, and relief.  Paul never let go of me and
held my hand as the water came jetting out of me, along with all the waste
that it had worked loose from my insides.  As I sat there and grunted while
the water evacuated my bowels, making more embarrassing noises and smells,
I concentrated on Paul's face and saw compassion, love, and understanding
there.

It was at that moment I realized that Paul understood perfectly what I was
going through, what I was thinking, and what I was feeling, and was
silently telling me how much this all meant to him.  His face gave me a
knowing and reassuring look as we both went through this experience
together, always comforting me and letting me know that I was doing OK.

Finally, feeling completely emptied, I wiped myself clean.  It was at this
time that Paul informed me that we had to repeat the process all over again
- and yet again - and perhaps once more beyond that; for as long as it took
to clean me out completely.  Understandably, I was slightly distressed at
hearing this news.

While taking the second enema inside me, I nearly lost it and broke down
into tears.  It was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do.  The
embarrassment and fear of losing control that I was feeling were unlike
anything else I have ever experienced.  Looking back on it, the singular
fact that Paul stayed with me the entire time, making me feel better and
comforting me, was more impressive than anything.  We both learned a great
deal about each other from that one, simple, yet grueling experience.

I ended up taking two more enemas into me after the second one.  Paul told
me that I would thank him later, and that if I wasn't rinsed of the soap
solution properly, I would cramp up worse afterwards, and would really
experience discomfort as the soapy residue further irritated my already
traumatized insides.  The things we do for love.

After the experience was over, I showered alone with Paul leaving me to
regain my composure in privacy.  The shower both emotionally and physically
cleansed me, washing away the feelings and memories of the experience while
washing away any trace of the reality of the act itself.  I returned to our
room to find Paul waiting for me on the bed.

Thinking that I was ready, I asked Paul if he was prepared as I joined him
on the bed.  It was then that I also learned that we could not do anything
till a few hours had passed.  Seeing my confusion, he explained that even
though I felt completely empty, there were still pockets of water trapped
inside me, and these would eventually work themselves out of me if given
time.  But, to prevent a potentially messy accident, we should avoid doing
anything that might agitate that area, which meant that we would not be
having sex any time soon.

I was somewhat disappointed but he assured me that I was worth the wait.
Upon hearing this, I couldn't help but lavish him with kisses.  Paul was
doing his best to make me feel like a Prince.

We spent that time in each others arms, not discussing anything too
serious, but talking about things in general.  I also fixed some drinks for
us, Paul having only a single screwdriver while I had several.  I admit I
was getting nervous.  The alcohol cured that.  Several times, true to his
predictions, a grumbling noise from my stomach would send me running for
the bathroom.

After a few hours, as we were lying on the bed snuggled together underneath
the covers, Paul in my arms, he turned to me.

"I think you're ready now, if you still want to go through with it."

I gathered him up to me and kissed him deeply as I rubbed his back, feeling
his strong muscles, sensing his eagerness.

"Of course I want to go through with it.  After all that work? You've got
to be kidding me.  There's no way in hell you're not fucking me after I
went through all that shit!" I exclaimed with a laugh.  Paul looked at me
funnily, and both of us cracked up as we realized the inadvertent pun I had
made.

"I know how you feel," Paul smiled back at me as he climbed on top of me,
kissing my cheek, trying to make out with me, and succeeding.  Paul
continued to crawl further up on top of me, grinding our crotches together,
while stressing that he was on top, in control, hinting at my newfound
submissiveness.

"Tell me what you want Aidan," Paul softly said as he stared into my eyes.

I swallowed hard, gathering my nerve.

"I want you to make love to me Paul.  I want you to take my virginity."
Paul smiled his patented smirk and licked his lips, placing both his hands
beneath my arm pits as he got into a push up position above me, gazing down
at his prey.

"Oh god...you little fucking Tiger!"

Paul growled at me and licked at my neck and chin with his tongue.  He
flexed his body over me, displaying his powerful muscles, the strength they
harbored, and his virile manhood, which I noticed was fully erect again.
Paul smiled a predatory grin.

"Oh Christ..." I shuddered as I finally, and completely, surrendered
control for the first time in my life.  I bit at my upper lip and gazed
into Paul's fiery orbs.  If I had been wearing underwear at that moment, I
would have soaked them.  My dick throbbed to life, becoming painfully hard,
as my body reacted to Paul's hunger.  I could smell his scent and feel it
in every pore of my skin.

Suddenly, I felt like a timid little doe, trapped and cornered by a big,
powerful, and very horny Buck.  There was no doubt that I wanted this
badly, but on some deeper level, I needed it.  I stared back at Paul as he
hovered powerfully above me, and I clenched my jaw in determination.  I
growled my demand back.

"Fuck me."




To be continued in: "Love Runs Deep" -- Chapter 5: Alex beneath the
Moonlight

--------------------------------------- (Check below the Author's Notes for
the Post Script and Special Announcement)


Author's Notes:

(1): Mast -- Captain's Mast, a form of non-judicial punishment in the navy,
which is considered to be a step under a military Court's Marshal.
Captain's mast is conducted when a sailor has done something wrong and
punishment is called for, but actual legal procedures are neither required
nor desired.  Punishment is up to the commanding officers discretion, and
is arbitrary, but could carry severe consequences, from revocation of
liberty, confinement to the ship, loss of rank and pay, suspension of rank
("suspended Bus"), or extra duties.  Any sailor can "choose" to forgo
Captain's Mast and take their chances with a Court's Marshal, but often,
CO's will be far more lenient.

(2): NAM -- Navy and Marine Corps Achievement Medal -- This medal is
awarded for loyal and professional devotion to duties above and beyond the
norm.  It is usually awarded as a mark of distinguished service and
sometimes awarded at the end of a person's patrol or shore service.  It is
also worth 1 point on evaluations, and to be considered to advance in rank,
having a few in your service jacket looks extremely good when being
evaluated.

(3): TRE -- Tactical Readiness Evaluation -- An inspection in the submarine
force that focuses on the tactical and warfare aspects of the submarine.
Mock exercises and an actual torpedo shoot are usually conducted along with
a graded piloting or maneuvering watch and even the occasional "Battle
Stations -- Missile" which tests the strategic readiness of the crew in
achieving launch depth and conducting missile drills.  This last part of
the examination is specific to ballistic missile submarines.  Failing or
receiving a bad evaluation on this inspection usually signals very bad
things for the captain and crew of a boat, sometimes, disqualification or
even removal of the captain.  Just remember, shit rolls downhill.

(4): Dixie Cup -- The White cotton hat that US Navy Enlisted Sailors have
traditionally worn with the dress White, and Blue uniforms (Dress Blues are
sometimes referred to as "Cracker Jacks", Because the sailor uniform is
worn by the cartoon boy on the front of the box of snack food).

(5): Gig line -- an imaginary line formed by the zipper or mid line crease
in military uniforms that serve to "Line up" a uniform correctly so that it
is worn as it should be, according to uniform regulations.  A straight "Gig
line" is proper.  One that isn't lined up is considered sloppy.  During a
uniform inspection, this is a checked item, and can cause failure if not
lined up properly.

Post Script:

Well, I hope you guys are enjoying the story.  We're more than half way
there.  I just want to let everyone know that the Emails all you guys (and
gals *waves*) are sending are the highlight of my day.  The weekend after I
released Chapter 3, I received over 186 Emails, from the period of Friday
afternoon, to Saturday night!  I was astounded to say the least.  The
number of subscribers to the mailing list has now topped 100.  It's
incredible, and again, I'm both flattered and humbled by it.

I hope I can continue to live up to all of your expectations, and I hope I
can keep delivering a story that you all enjoy, and find emotionally
compelling, as well as stimulating to your...naughty bits.  Keep those
Emails coming boys, and girls!

Last but not least, I would like to extend a special Thank You to a very
important Bloke from "down under".  This very special Aussie has finally,
and after weeks of profuse begging and pleading on my part, relented and
consented to my request for him to become my Editor.  So it is with great
pride and pleasure that I announce that my quest for finding an Editor is
now over, and I have a very gracious and gentlemanly "Queenslander" to
thank for it.

Special Announcement:

For those that have made it on the mailing list prior to this chapter being
posted on Nifty, congratulations.  You will be among the select group to
receive the special bonus chapter of "Love Runs Deep" - Chapter 7: Paul's
Epilogue, as a way of showing my gratitude to the many dedicated readers
and fans of the story.  For those that didn't make it onto the list, there
might still be some hope.

A few of those on the mailing list have asked me if it would be possible to
release chapter 7 on Nifty after a period of time has elapsed.  I have said
that I will consider this, but it would have to be a decent length of time.
Otherwise, what was the point of offering something exclusive, if it isn't
really exclusive at all?  I still haven't reached a decision, but rest
assured that when I do, I will make the appropriate announcement.  I
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