Date: Fri, 08 Apr 2005 09:13:19 -0400
From: Jay Stick <joystick56@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Three Day pass

This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the
usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken
with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your
obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily.

I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may
inspire new work, please feel free to contact me - all emails will be
answered to the best of my ability. <Joystick56@hotmail.com>

I would like to acknowledge the assistance I received for this story from
Kai.  Without him this work would have remained in my head and would not
have been put onto paper. The errors are mine and mine alone.

The Three Day Pass
By JoyStick
Chapter 1

	There he sat, Private Joseph Benson, on the bus, looking out a
grimy window at the skyline of New York City.  God, except for seeing it on
the TV or in the movies, he had never seen a sight like that before. He was
a real country bumpkin, a hick from a small town in upper New York State.
His blue eyes wide in amazement and his heart pounding with excitement, he
was looking forward to this new adventure.  Even if the skies were overcast
and it looked like it might rain, nothing, but absolutely nothing, could or
would dampen his joy at having finally made it to the "Big Apple."

	Joseph had finally gotten out of that upstate hellhole by joining
the army.  He felt he was liberated at last. Sure the Army was restrictive
and demanding, but, he still felt he was at last free.  What was it that
the enlistment guy had said "Free to be the best you can be." Yes, no more
having to answer to anyone but himself. Freedom had come in more than one
way. When he had first joined the army, he had hopes of earning enough
money to marry his girlfriend back home. Also he wanted to make use of the
army to finish his education. However, things just didn't work out.  Just
last month he turned 21 years old and for a birthday gift what did his girl
send him? ---- A Dear John letter, telling him that she could not wait for
him and that she had found someone else. That bitch, before her, except for
one or two dates and a good night kiss or two, he had never had a steady
girlfriend. Not that he wasn't good looking enough, he was.  He was just
under 6 feet tall, blond hair and steel blue eyes. Weighing 165 pounds, he
had a really good body which basic training had only improved on by adding
a bit more muscle.  His 'manhood', seven inches long and one and one half
inches in diameter, was enough to satisfy any girl. This trip into the city
was to be the long awaited 'event of events' he had been looking forward
to.  This would be the place to celebrate his 21st birthday and forget that
rotten bitch. To spread his wings without anyone back home having to know
anything about it.

	The bus pulled into the terminal. Taking his canvas traveling bag
down from the overhead rack, smoothing his class 'A' uniform he proceeded
to join the mass of people getting off the bus and followed them into the
inner terminal and.............. for a moment he froze in his footsteps
looking all around at the throngs of humanity.  God he had never seen so
many people. Everyone running here and there like they knew where they were
going. His first thought was to find a small corner and push himself into
it and hide. After a few minutes and lots of being pushed by the crowds he
found himself on that street of streets, 42nd Street.  Somehow he had found
the area he had been looking for.  He had been advised that there was a
sort of U.S.O run by a 42nd Street association of businessmen that looked
after servicemen while they were on leave. They helped them to find rooming
accommodations, get tickets to shows and provided a place to enjoy a cup of
coffee and a donut. Someone was always there to talk to about things to do
and places to go and how to get there.  There was even a place in which to
clean up, if you needed it, and safe lockers you could rent to store your
bag. It was sort of a YMCA for service men.

	After going into the restroom and placing some of his money in his
canvas traveling bag, Joseph rented a locker and stored his kit.  No sense
in taking all his money with him, after all he had heard about what could
and did happen to guys on leave and this way he would still have most of
his money and clothes if he should wake up with a big hangover. Speaking of
which he was looking forward to being able to go into a bar legally and
have a few beers.  He was even hoping that the bartender would demand some
I.D.  Now that would just put icing on the cake.  Anyway, it was too early
to drink now and besides he had plenty of time for drinking as he had a
three day pass.

	The girl at the desk helped him by giving him all kinds of
suggestions and free tickets for places to go to.  She even took the time
to sit down with him and show him how to get to some places.  If she had
been a lot younger and a little better looking he might have been tempted
to ask her out.  But he was looking for someone hot and willing to trot and
willing to screw like mad...

	So onto the subway he went and following her directions and
suggestions wound up in an area called the "village." This was almost like
a small town within the city. People seemed to move a bit more slowly and
some even smiled at you. Joseph noticed that the men seemed to smile at him
a lot more than some of the women.  Finally spotting a small cafe he
entered and was seated at a small table set up by the window where he could
watch the comings and goings out on the street. He ordered a beer from the
waiter. The waiter smiled at him and asked him what brand he wanted.

	"Just give me a Bud, if you have it," he said, as he looked around
the place.

	The cafe was not yet busy but there were a few men and some women
having coffee and talking. Now and then they would look at Joseph and
smile. Finally one of the women came over and asked him his name and
started up a conversation. The woman had a nice figure and was rather nice
looking too. She must have been in her late 20s. She had dark green eyes
and long red hair. Her body was fighting a loosing battle to stay inside
her dress.

 	"What's your name, handsome?" she asked.

	"Joseph," he answered. "Why don't you take a seat and tell me
yours?"

	"Joanne," she answered in a deep sexy voice, sitting down in the
chair next to him. Her hands then reached out to hold his hands in them and
said, "I bet I can guess what you do for a living."

	"That's not difficult, seeing as I'm in uniform," he smiled.

	"No! Silly, I meant before you went into the service," she
concentrated as she ran her fingers over the palm of his hand, her smooth
fingers and finger nails tracing the lines on his palm. "What do you want
to wager I can guess?"

	"I don't know.  What's the usual bet?" he inquired

	"How about dinner and a few drinks, if I guess right" she smiled.

	"And if you don't, what will I win?" he snickered.

	"Then you get to name your prize." She lowered her voice and added,
"I'm sure you can think of something that you may want."

	Without a second thought he said, "You got yourself a deal."

	"OK, I'm going to write my guess on this napkin. Then you will tell
me how you earned your living before you went into the army. If it matches,
I win," she said while writing her answer down. "Now what was your civilian
occupation?"

	"Well believe it or not I was a farm hand" Joseph said. "No
kidding."

	"Your hands are not the hands of a farmer." she protested. "They
are too smooth. I guess farming isn't what it used to be. Looks as if you
won the bet. I'm at your disposal. What kind of payment are you going to
wring out of me?"

	Joseph thought a few seconds and then leaned forward and whispered
into her ear, "How about I take you to dinner anyway and then you show me
this town? I've never been in the big city and I feel lost." He moved his
hand to her leg and lightly ran his fingertips up and down her thigh. "And
we can always negotiate the rest in a more comfortable location"

	Placing her hand over his and moving both their hands to his leg
she rubbed his thigh and whispered, "I did say you could name your prize,
didn't I? And I have a few ideas as to what that will be." She smiled as
her fingers touched his crotch and rested on his hardening cock." Giving it
a slight squeeze she said, "MMMMM Looks like I get the big prize after all
don't I?"

	"Well if you play your cards right, you could help me celebrate my
birthday in a royal manner." He said as he reached for her thigh again and
moved his fingers up to her pussy. "You can give me my present, slowly,
later in bed, but for now, like all growing boys I need some food."

	Her fingers caressing his crotch, she moaned and replied, "Yes I
can feel you growing."

	Smiling he signaled the waiter and they ordered dinner and
cocktails. He ordered steak and potatoes and she a chicken dinner.  Before
the waiter left Joseph asked him where the washroom was.  The waiter showed
him and Joseph excused himself and walked with difficulty to the men's
room. Once inside he went into the cubical and took a piss. Just as he was
finishing up he heard the outside door open and someone come in and use the
urinal. Coming out of the booth and moving over to the washbasin he
recognized the waiter taking a piss.  The waiter finishing up shook his
penis to get the last drops out and stuffed his cock into his pants and
joined Joseph at the basins.

	"You in town for long Soldier boy?" the waiter asked trying to make
polite conversation.

	"Just for a few days on leave," Joseph answered, "looking for a fun
time to celebrate my birthday away from home."

	"Oh! Then you are not from New York City?"

	"No, this is my first time in the big city. I come from upstate,
never been in a town this big. People, people, people, more than I could
ever hope to see in my town," Joseph said washing and drying his
hands. "This section of the city, 'The Village', reminds me of my home
town. The people, at least the men, smile at me and are so friendly.
Uptown, everyone seemed too busy to even look at you."

	"Soldier, you really are a 'Hick'," he laughed. "A lot of the men
here are gay and are trying to pick you up."

	"You're kidding me, why me?" he asked. "Do I look like I would be
interested in that kind of thing?"

	"Look at it from the point of view of a gay men," he answered. "You
see a good looking guy walking in our neighborhood, he's alone, he's in
uniform - hell why not give him a smile? You never know, nothing ventured,
nothing gained. How many times have you smiled at a girl in hopes of
getting into her pants? It's the same with us, except for the gender. Hell,
I would make a play for you myself if you were available."

	"Well I'm not available, no offense meant," Joseph said. "I seem to
be getting along with that girl at my table damn good."

	"Ah, since you are new to our city can I assume you just met
Joanne?" he asked while reaching for a paper towel.

	"Yes we just met here today", he smiled "And it looks like I hit
the jackpot."

	The waiter hemming and hawing said, "Look soldier, I would be
careful if I were you, you never know what kind of people you meet in this
place.  I like you and don't like to see 'our guys in service' taken for a
ride."

	"What are you trying to tell me?" Joseph asked, "Is she sick or
something?"

	"Not sick, at least I don't think so", he began slowly. "She is a
pro. She has a partner and together they pull the old badger game with a
twist. She lures her 'date' into a back alley and her boyfriend works him
over before they run off with his wallet. Just don't let her lead you down
any alleys...."

	"Shit! And here I was thinking it was my blue eyes and winning ways
that attracted her." He laughed.

	"Well they are a rather nice shade of blue at that." He said, "I
wouldn't like to see them blackened, or may be even worse, so just watch
your back." The waiter looked into Joseph's face and reached up and touched
his cheek and said, "Yes, it's too nice a face to have to see it smashed to
hell"

	"Hell! There's little chance of that." He bragged, "I'm a martial
arts devotee and army trained in close combat tactics. I can take care of
myself, but, thanks for the info, to be forewarned is to be forearmed." he
thanked the Waiter "Thanks again-----sorry I did not get your name."

	"Richard, but you can call me Rich, everyone does," he answered.
"And another thing, watch what you drink and how much you drink!  Stick to
bottled beer. Well that's my good deed for tonight" he added, looking
Joseph up and down, smiling he turned and left the washroom.  Joseph
reached into his rear pocket, pulled out a comb and ran it through his hair
a few times before returning to his table.  Sitting down, he slid over to
Joanne until their legs touched. He placed his arm around her and ran his
fingertips up and down her arm smiling at her. He pulled her close to him
and gave her ear a little kiss.

	"MMMMMMM that's lovely" she cooed, "can't wait till we are alone
later just you and I."

	"Where are we going first? I have these tickets that I got from the
42nd Street service place. Would you like to see a show? Afterwards, we can
go on one of those horse drawn carriage rides they have in Central Park?"
he suggested.

	"Baby, you are such a romantic", lowering her voice she said. "That
ride is a bit of a tourist trap. Only hicks and tourist from out of town
would do that sort of thing.  I think I have a better way to celebrate your
21st. I was thinking more in the line of taking a walk around the Village
and then up to my place.  I will show you how a real New Yorker lives and
has fun without having to throw your Army pay away on junk like that. Who
wants to sit behind a smelly horse anyway?"  Reaching over and running her
fingers over his crotch she sucked on his ear lobe, her tongue tip flitting
in and out of his ear.

	"Yeahhhhhh! I can't wait to open my Birthday present," he said as
the waiter came over to the table with their dinner. "Let's make a toast
first" lifting the cocktail glass to his lips and making a face he
complained, "This stuff smells rather bad." Hailing the waiter he ordered a
bottle of beer. "Is your drink Ok?"  he asked her, "I'm not really into
cocktails anyway. They are too sweet for my taste." The waiter returned
with a cold Budweiser, opened it and filled a glass for Joseph. After he
left, Joseph raised his glass to hers and touched it saying, "Here's to a
very interesting evening." They then drank their drinks and ate.  The food
was very good and they spent the meal eating, drinking and touching each
other under the table. By the time dinner was over Joanna had unzipped his
fly and was holding his cock under the tablecloth.

	"We better put a hold on that baby", he said, "I don't want to have
to leave here with soiled pants."

	"Yes you are right" she said, "There will be plenty of time for
that later -- If I can just control my animal nature. Grrrrrrrr."

	Trying hard to shove his hard cock back into its prison and
straightening himself out, they prepared to leave. He paid the bill and
left a big tip for the waiter. The two of them went out into the night air.
As they left, Joseph noticed a man leave right after them and head down the
street at a fast pace.

	"Looks and feels like rain." Joseph said.

	"Yes it does, we better take a short cut that I know." she quipped
and added.  "We wouldn't want to get that uniform all wet, at least not
with water."

The two of them hurried down the street, made a few twists and turns and
found themselves in a rather dark secluded alleyway. Suddenly, Joseph
spotted a man walking toward them. He appeared to be the same one who had
rushed past them when they were leaving the cafe.  In his hand he now
carried a mean looking switchblade knife, its long blade extended. Joseph
reached into his pocket and found his key ring there.  He quickly arranged
the keys so that they stuck out between his fingers, transforming them into
a set of pointed lethal brass knuckles.  Crouching down, and turning
sideways he waited for the guy to make the first move. Waving the knife in
front of him, the man demanded Joseph hand over his money.

	"Why don't you try to take it from me, punk." Joseph snarled at
him.  The enraged man made a thrust at Joseph, the knife coming within
inches of his body.  "Can't you do any better than that?" Joseph chided
him. Again and again the man tried to stab the soldier, but with the
dexterity of a trained close combat fighter, he managed to escape the knife
thrusts.  "Get out of here." Joseph yelled at Joanne, but she just stood
there.

	"Grab him Joanna, hold the son of a bitch for me." the frustrated
goon yelled. "I'm going to make the bastard look like Swiss Cheese."

	The quick-thinking fighting man, avoiding or deflecting his
attackers knife thrusts, looked for an opportunity to strike back. Finally,
finding an opening, he swung his key laden fist and hit the man right in
the belly. As the attacker bent over in pain, Joseph brought his knee up
and smashed him on the jaw. The coup de maitre was a toe right in the
groin. The man went down. He rolled around winding up in the fetal position
moaning. Reaching down and picking up the knife Joseph turned to Joanna and
said "Bitch, you tried to set me up, didn't you. I should use this knife to
cut that pretty face of yours so that you won't tempt others into dark
alley ways."

	"Please", she pleaded, "I'll do what ever you like. Just don't hurt
me. Come, we can still go to my place."

	"Too late for that." he said grabbing her arm and leading her back
the way they had come. "I wouldn't dirty my cock with you."

	After they got out of the alley way he let go of her arm and told
her to get lost.  It had started to rain real hard now --- one of those
heavy humid downfalls that New York is famous for. She ran back down the
alley way and Joseph heaved a sigh of relief. He started to shake and
shiver even though it was still warm.  Somehow, soaking wet, he made his
way back through the now deserted streets to the Cafe. He thought of going
in to call the police but why take the chance of being tied up at the
station for god knows how long. They might even send him back to base. Some
birthday celebration this turned out to be! He decided to at least grab a
cup of hot coffee and maybe get dry anyway.  As he staggered past the door,
he saw the waiter with a raincoat on just about to leave the place.

	"For Gods sake! What happened to you?", Richard asked while helping
him to sit down in a booth at the rear of the Cafe.  "You're in no
condition to go anywhere. Are you all right--- not cut or shot?" After
ascertaining that he was going to live he said that he would get him an
"Irish Coffee."

	"Better make it real strong, I'm freezing!", Joseph said, "It's the
middle of the summer and I'm freezing."

	"Delayed shock I should think. Here put this around you to warm
yourself up a bit." Richard offering him his raincoat said. "Its not much
but its better than nothing"

	Joseph wrapped the coat around himself and shivered "Thanks."

	Richard returned with the steaming cup of whiskey-laced coffee and
placed it before him saying, "I know I told you to drink only bottled beer,
but, I think you need this. You feel up to telling me what happened or you
want to warm up first"

	He started to drink and to tell Richard of the experience in the
alleyway.  He pulled the knife from his pocket and laid it on the
table...Richard picked it up and pressed the knife button and jumped as it
sprung out.

	"You didn't cut the bastard did you? He was still alive when you
left him?"  he inquired.

	"Yes Richard, but I think he will be walking kind of funny for the
next few days", Joseph joked. "And maybe Joanne will mend her ways, but I
doubt that."

	"I agree, but what are you going to do now. You can't go back to
base looking like that." the waiter said. "Do you have a place to wash up
and change?"

	Trying to think he finally said, "I have some of my stuff checked
into a locker and that will be safe for a few days. Damn, if I go to get it
looking this way the MPs will pick me up and start asking questions. What
can I do, Richard, any ideas?"

	"Well, as you were coming in, I was on my way home." Richard said,
"I don't live far from here and you could come home with me. Perhaps, you
could take a shower while I wash and dry your uniform. Then after the rain
stops you would at least be able to return to the base looking like a
proper soldier and not some bum. Oh, and by the way I told you that my
friends call me Rich.  If you are going to take advantage of my hospitality
I insist you call me that as my father's name is Richard and it reminds me
of all the times they called me 'Richard Jr."

	"You're a lifesaver, Richa... Rich." Joseph said. "Are you leaving
soon or do I have time to buy you a drink?"

	"Thank you Joseph, however, I have some good stuff at home not this
rot gut crap." he smiled, "We can leave anytime you want. I'll grab us a
Taxi. You keep the raincoat, I don't want you to catch cold."

	They got up and went to the door way where Rich hailed a taxi to
drive them to Rich's place.  Joseph insisted on paying for the cab and then
they entered the building where Rich had an apartment.

	The apartment was cozy. It consisted of a kitchen, a large living
room, a bathroom and a rather roomy laundry/storage/linen closet. What
furniture there was, was of a very good quality and the place was decorated
nicely. Some of the artwork was rather erotic to say the least... Over the
pull out sofa/bed was a large lithograph of Michelangelo's "David" in all
his glory. Indirect multi- colored lighting surrounded the baseboards.
There was an easy chair, coffee table and well as a few table and floor
lamps. The place was clean, spotless, and orderly.

	"It's not tremendous, but big enough for myself and an occasional
guest."  Rich said, "What can I get you to drink, perhaps a brandy?"

	"That should warm me up.  My compliments to your decorator", said
Joseph "That's Michelangelo's David, isn't it. I hope someday to visit Rome
to see the real thing. People say that it is magnificent.  There is another
David, I always forget the name of the sculptor, that some say is also
beautiful, but I think this one is better."

	"And I thought you were a dumb hick", Rich said handing him a
snifter of brandy. There are many statues of David but the most famous is
this one and the one by Donatello. In fact I believe that Donatello did
more than one of David. Is that who you meant?" he continued "I think you
should get out of those wet things and let me put them in the washer and
dryer. You night as well let me do your under stuff also. There is a robe
in the utility room that you can use. We are more or less the same size."

	Raising his snifter of brandy in a mock toast and taking another
gulp of the liquor, the still shivering soldier said, "Thank you Rich, this
is really nice of you. I don't know what I would have done without you,
both for this and your earlier warning. Without it, most likely, I would be
either laying in a gutter somewhere or on a slab down at your morgue."

	"Any time for a service man and anything also." he returned the
toast, "There is a clean large towel in the room, to wipe yourself with and
then you might also want to take a HOT shower while I put your stuff in the
washer. Better get on with it, you look like a wet dog that I picked up off
the street and the lease says that I'm not allowed to keep any pets in the
apartment. Leave your wet stuff on the washer. I have a few things to add
to it. No sense in running a half empty load. My electric bill is too high
as it is."

	Joseph, putting the empty brandy snifter down, went into the
utility room. He stripped and dried himself off and put on the silk
bathrobe that was hanging there.  It was one of those smoking jacket robes,
the hem coming down to just above his knees. Placing the towel around his
neck and his stuff on the washer, he exited the room.

	"That robe never looked that good on me", Rich laughed, "Go! Take
your shower while I take care of the laundry.  If you need more towels
there are some in the bathroom closet. Anything else you want, just
whistle. You know how to whistle, don't you? You put your lips together and
just blow. Now, go take a long hot shower. I like my guests smelling nicely
and there is a package of new BIC razors there for you to shave with if you
want."

	"I hope you don't mind my asking you, but how come a waiter can
afford such a nice place as this?" Joseph sheepishly asked, "I know its
none of my business and I shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, but
these days an apartment like this must be expensive."

	"Well waiters can make a lot in tips, most of which I don't report,
and that's only my side line." he answered winking an eye, "I'm also
studying to be an actor and I do a bit of male modeling on the side.  Then
there are those 'rich' parents of mine. So now you know, I hope it doesn't
change your opinion of me."  Leading Joseph to the bathroom and slapping
him lightly on the ass he said "Go get washed up, we can talk more after,
I'm still curious to find out how a farm hand knows about art and sculpture
and why in the world anyone with an ounce of brains would join the army."

	While Joseph was showering and shaving Richard filled the washer
and then returned to the kitchen. He made some cheese and cracker spreads
placing them on the coffee table.  Then loosened his tie, taking off his
shoes, he made himself comfortable. Joseph had started to hum some tune in
the shower that made Rich smile and the thought came to him of maybe
sneaking into the bathroom and into the shower with his handsome guest.  It
was a temptation that almost got to him.  Ohhhhhhh how he would like to put
all his 8" up that cute soldier's ass and make love to him.  But second
thoughts came to him. He better be very careful, this was a guy that could
beat the shit out of him if he did not want to play the 'gay way'. I'll
just take it slow and see what develops. In any event it was nice to have a
man in the house!

	In the bathroom Joseph was finished with the shower and running his
fingers over his face decided to take a shave. He lathered up his face and
ran the razor over his skin. He opened the medicine cabinet and saw a
bottle of after shave lotion, which he splashed on his face. God that stuff
makes me smell like a cheep whore, he thought. His mind running wild, will
this give Rich the wrong impression? 'Will he think that I'm interested in
him? Taking water in his hands and splashing it on his face, he tried to
get as much of the aftershave off as he could. What will I do if he makes a
pass at me? I just can't be rude to him after all he has been nice to
me. Why do I get myself into these situations? I feel boxed in, cornered
and as nervous as I was the first time I had a woman.' Looking at himself
in the mirror he said to himself, "Well you can't stay in here all night,
Go out there and try to relax and leave as soon as you can." Joseph came
out of the bathroom and plunked down in the easy chair opposite the couch
where Rich was sitting.

	"I hope you didn't mind my singing in your shower", He said, "That
shower was great; it's been a while since I have been able to shower
without at least 10 other guys in there with me.  The army is no place if
you like your privacy."

	"Well you should have said something. As a good host, it's my duty
to make you feel at home. The very least I could have done was to keep you
company.  Perhaps wash your back and even join you in a chorus or two."
Rich said offering Joseph some of the appetizers. "My voice, while not as
melodic as yours, is never the less quite good."

	Reaching for the offered food Joseph said, "A shower, cheese and
crackers, a nice dry place to wait out the storm and brandy, you sure know
how to treat a guest.  Again you're going to spoil me with all these
'goodies'. Can I have another shot of that brandy also? God, but I feel
like a new man, I must have been filthy and smelled like I had just got off
the obstacle course."

	  "Well you clean up very nicely and smell divine. I see you made
use of that aftershave I have." Richard said as he poured him a healthy
shot of brandy while still nursing his first.

	They sat around talking and joking and drinking. That is Joseph was
drinking, Rich just sipped his.  Soon Joseph began to slur his words and
his eyes became heavy and he started to drift off. Rich got up went into
the laundry room and placed the wash in the dryer and returned to the
living room to hear the sounds of Joseph snoring softly, his fingers still
around the brandy snifter. Richard pried the glass from his fingers and set
it on the counter.  'Soldier boy you've had a busy day,' he thought and
then he went and opened the sofa couch and made up the sofa bed).  Come on
Joseph lets get you into bed he said as he helped the half sleeping guy
onto the mattress.

	Joseph opened his eyes, blinked sleepily at Rich, then turned over
and started to softly snore. Rich covered him and turned out the lights
with the exception of the small baseboard lights, which cast a multicolored
dim light over the room.  Rich sat in the overstuffed chair and watched
Joseph toss and turn until he got comfortable. The dryer soon stopped and
he went to unload and hang up the wash putting it on hangers so that it
would not get wrinkled.  He also got undressed and put on a pair of pajama
bottoms. As he walked out of the laundry room, in the dim light he could
see that Joseph had turned over on his back. The covers were pushed aside
and the short robe had opened exposing Joseph's limp cock and balls. Damn,
he thought what a beautiful sight; wish I could take a picture of
that. After looking at it for a while his eyes went up to the lithograph
and compared David with Joseph.  He broke out into a cool sweat and then
sat on the corner of the bed and reached over and touched Joseph's leg.
Slowly, he began to run his fingers over the thigh. Joseph moaned and
opened his legs wider, allowing Rich's fingers to touch his penis. Rich
removed his pajama bottoms, brought his feet up on to the bed and covered
the both of them with the blanket.  He snuggled against Joseph's body, his
arm going around him, and held him close, his fingertips tracing Joseph's
arms and running over his chest. The muscles twitched as his fingers moved
down his chest. His fingers again settling on the soldier's seven inch
cock. He leaned in and kissed the ear lobe of his sleeping bed partner.
Using the tip of his tongue Richard traced the outline of the Joseph's
ear. Joseph started to breath harder and started to moan.

	"Hey, what's going on?" moaned Joseph.

	"Shush, it's late. You fell asleep and I put you to bed." Rich told
him, "I was just getting to bed myself. Your stuff is dry and hanging but
it's still raining out. You might as well spend the night here with me."

	"What were you doing to me before?" Joseph asked. "It felt so
good. But, it's dirty and not right to do things like that."

	Taking a hold of Joseph's limp cock in his hand and squeezing it
lovingly Rich said, "I was thinking of giving you the same type of birthday
present that you wanted from Joanne. Happy birthday Joseph," he said and
leaned over to kiss Joseph lightly on his lips. "I'll stop anytime you want
me to, but let me try to satisfy you tonight."  Leaning over his chest he
put his lips on the soldier's nipples and started to lick and suck on
them. As he teased them with his teeth, he gently rubbed his finger up and
down a strong muscled thigh and caressed the other man's balls.  He cupped
them in his hand and rubbed his finger along the skin under the balls to
the cheeks of his ass and squeezing them.

"MMMMM soldier you have such a sweet ass." he murmured "So round, so firm
and so needing to be fully packed." He felt Joseph's body stiffen up as the
finger touched his rosebud and afraid he might lose him, he backed
off. "OK, I won't go there, now."

	Joseph relaxed a bit as Rich's fingers returned to his leg and the
inside of his thigh. And then the fingers touched his cock and in spite of
himself the cock began to get hard. Richard worked the cockhead between his
thumb and forefinger.... Rubbing it and caressing it and feeling it get
harder and harder and until the heat coming from it became intense.

	Rich kissed his lips and his ears as he whispered, "Baby, I'm so
glad to see that you are getting to like this. We are going to have a lot
of fun together."  Then he placed his mouth on Joseph's and kissed him, his
tongue pressing against Joseph's clenched teeth and sucking on the lower
lip. After a while he returned his mouth again to Joseph's ear and sucked
on the ear lobe, making sure to allow the tongue tip to start flitting in
and out of Joseph's ear. Finally Joseph began to moan and gasp. Rich
quickly kissed him again and was finally able to gain access to the inside
of his mouth. His tongue was now able to fully explore the entire region of
his lover's mouth. Rich's mind transformed his tongue into a sensitive sex
organ, which he ran over the now gasping soldier's teeth, gums and deep
into his hot wet mouth.  His tongue flitting in---out in---out just like a
cock. It was not long before he could feel Joseph responding at last. When
he pulled out his tongue he found that Joseph's tongue had followed his
into his own mouth. He sucked on Joseph's tongue as Joseph worked his
tongue in and out of Rich's sucking lips.  He had him; Joseph was Rich's
now. He mounted Joseph's body and their cocks rubbed against each other. He
dry fucked his soldier lover. The both of them held onto each other moaning
and feeling each other's passion and moving faster and faster. Each one's
body reached up to try to pull the other into himself. Faster and faster,
harder and harder and hotter and hotter. Till they were like rutting
animals grunting and moaning and calling each other's name out over and
over again. At last the fire within them exploded. Simultaneously both
yelled YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH as together both climaxed. Once they calmed down,
they hugged each other and they both started to laugh and then came the
tears as they held on to one and other.

	"That was fantastic Rich." Joseph, trying to catch his breath was
finally able to say. "Never, never, did I think it could be that way.  Is
it always that great and intense? I have never cummed so hard before. I
thought I was going to blast you right off me." Then he began to laugh so
hard he started to cry.

	Rich held his face in both hands kissing away the tears and said,
"No! no baby, not all the time. Sometimes it's even better and other times,
with the wrong guy, it can be just a dirty filthy thing. It's the same with
a woman... there are great fucks and then there are the pigs. Sex can be
great, good or bad.  Depends on you and your partner and how you feel about
each other. Tonight, it was very good! Then smiling he added, "The night is
young yet and we still have a few days to make it fantabulous, that is if
you want to continue."

(to be continued)