Date: Thu, 16 Jun 2005 15:50:20 -0400
From: Jay Stick <joystick56@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Three Day Pass Chapter #5

	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.

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The Three Day Pass By JoyStick

	His eyes adjusted to the changing light as the bus left the
darkness of the Lincoln tunnel and came into the bright sunlight of
morning. Once again he was looking out the window at Manhattan, only this
time he was staring at the receding skyline of the city. As he leaned back
into the seat trying to get comfortable, his mind wandered and images of
the past three days flooded his head. Three days

ago, was it really only three days ago that all this started? Just three
days since he had entered this city, with nothing more in mind then having
a good time.  A belated twenty first birthday celebration was all he had
planed on.  Perhaps to get a little drunk, pick up some cunt, have a ball,
possibly even shack up and fuck the living shit out of her. But a woman was
not what he wound up with. No instead of a woman he had shacked up with a
GUY. Impossible but true! He was still in a state of shock. What a
difference those three days had made. He could not believe what had
happened and how he had changed in so short a time. What had happened to
him?? Where did he go wrong, (if it was wrong)??? He closed his eyes and
shook his head trying to clear the thoughts and pictures from his brain.
But one thought kept returning over and over and over again.

	That thought was Richard or Rich, as he preferred to be
called. Richard just

filled his mind. Even the lingering smell of his aftershave triggered
erotic sexual fantasies. Joseph's fingers reached under his shirt where
they found and touched the heavy gold chain that Richard had placed there.
He felt his cock getting harder and harder.  Stop it, he kept telling
himself. But, try as hard as he might, one indelible picture kept
reappearing before his mind's eye. The picture of himself and Richard,
dancing nude together last night after diner. The sound of the music filing
his ears and the combined odor of that damn aftershave and their heated
bodies... Closing his eyes he drifted off into a deep sleep only to be
awakened by the bus driver, shouting, "Hey this is where you get off
soldier

boy." As quickly as he could he shook the sleep from his eyes, gathered his
gear, stepped down from the bus and found himself at the base gate. After
showing his orders to the MP in the guardhouse and asking directions, he
was directed to a bus stop where he caught a base transport to the school
compound.

     Being a new-comer on this base, he was still unsure where things were
and how to get around. After telling the driver where he would like to get
off he took a seat and looked at the passing scenery. While the driver had
assured him he would notify him when to get off, it was still fun trying to
guess before hand. He was looking for a familiar landmark, but the
different company areas all looked alike. Finally, the driver called out
"Language School" and he gathered his gear and got off. He still felt like
a fish out of water, but that was to be expected.  After a few wrong turns
he finally recognized his barracks, went in and found his

quarters. While unpacking his canvas travel bag, he noted that his roommate
must have also returned from his pass. His bed was messed up, however he
was not around. Joseph washed up and then reported into his company clerk.

	"Glad to see you made it back, safe and early yet." the company
clerk greeted him. "Your roommate also checked in earlier. He went to the
PX I think. If there anything you need to help you get settled, now would
be a good time to ask."

	"Well corporal, you wouldn't happen to have a map of the area? I
feel a bit lost and could use some directions or maps as to where things
are located. You know, like the PX, the theater, mess hall, cleaners and
the laundry." Joseph asked.

	The corporal pushed himself away from his desk, got up went to a
filing cabinet, withdrew a few sheets of paper and handed them to
Joseph. "This should tell you everything you need to know for
now. Orientation is at 1000 hours tomorrow and you will be given additional
information as well as your schedule then. Till then you are free to roam
around the base, go to the PX or the base theater, they are showing a new
movie there tonight. By the way, my name is Williams, Corporal John
Williams. As you can see I'm the company clerk and if you

need anything, Benson, just give me a holler. You look kind of tired and
beat. Bet you had a hell of a time in the city?"

	"Yes, one hell of a fantastic time. New York is really a great
town. Lots to see and do there.  However, I know I missed a lot. I can't
wait to go back again.  What's the company leave policy like?" he asked.

	"Well if things go the way they usually go around here, after a
week or two, you should be able to get a weekend pass almost every
weekend. How do you think that girl you met in the "Big Apple" will like
that?"

	Joseph smiled at the clerk.  "How did you know I met someone?"

	"It's written all over your face! I could tell by the way you
walked in here.  I can always tell the ones that got laid. There is that
self-satisfied look on their faces. And they look like they could use a
full nights sleep. Did I guess right?" he asked.

	"You're batting 1000%, Williams. Maybe I'll settle in and take a
rest before chow time.  Thanks for the maps. See you later corporal," he
said, and with that he

walked out of the office and headed back to his quarters.


	Those quarters were shared with a black soldier from Atlanta,
Georgia. Their room had the usual Government Issue furniture; two single
beds, two OD green metal wall lockers, two OD green desks with chairs &
lamps and the required and ever- present army footlockers. When he entered
his room, his roommate, Private Ibrahim Smith was resting on his bed with
his eyes closed. He appeared to be out like a light. Not wanting to disturb
him, Joseph slipped onto his own bed and recalled their brief meeting
before Joseph had headed to New York City and he had gone to a town in
Jersey called Patterson.


	Ibrahim seamed to be a nice guy. He was taller than Joseph; about 6
foot 2 inches, with light brown skin. The light skin color and his rather
handsome Caucasian features were most likely due to "mixed" blood. For an
enlisted man he was well educated, having graduated High School and gone on
to a community college in Georgia.  He did well there in his studies, until
a recession hit and dried up what little money he had put aside for his
education. Unable to find the money or a part time job, he was forced to
leave school. Ibrahim's family, like Joseph's, were farmers and just could
not see their way clear to continue to help pay for his education.  It was
a shame, because he loved learning and was a good student.  While there
might have been scholarships, the recession had also dried up their ability
to collect funds. The only other means of continuing his education turned

out to be the army. They offered to enroll him in their ROTC program, but
he was not really looking for a career as an Army officer. Besides he did
not want to tie himself down for that long a time. As an enlisted man he
could serve his time and save enough to continue his education without
having to sign his life away. Who knew, in two or three years the economy
was bound to get better and more part time jobs might be found.

	The army was glad to have him because he had something they needed
badly.  Ibrahim was a Muslim, having converted in High School. He had
learned to read

Arabic in order to convert, but he had never really learned to speak the
language.  Ibrahim was therefore perfect for a new method of language
instruction with which the army was experimenting. Potential translators
would be gathered together and totally submersed in the language and
culture. There were two main components to this new method.
	1. Creating an envioment where Arabic was used as the prime means
of communication and restricting the use of English.
	2. Grouping together novices and people with some knowledge of the
language.  By doing this it was hoped that they would play off each other
and speed up the learning.

	So it was that by the luck of the draw Joseph found himself rooming
with Ibrahim Smith, a black guy. Joseph, coming from a small town in
upstate New York, had very little experience living and dealing with people
of color. Except for

seeing them on T.V., the movies, and having a few in his Basic Training
unit, he knew nothing of colored people. He never really had the desire to
get "close" to any of them. Well, --- thats not exactly the truth, he did
have this vision of Halley Berry and himself in bed, but then that was just
the sexual fantasy of many young sexually active guys after seeing the
movie "Monster Ball".  So, when Ibrahim and he were paired as roommates, he
was a bit on edge. He expressed these feeling to Ibrahim, and told him that
in spite of this he hoped that they would get to be kool with living
together.

	"Well we have no choice. We are just going to have to adjust to
this situation. Perhaps if we just forget about this race shit we might
even get to like one and other. We can try to be easy with each other, we
can even joke about it. Hey, remember that we are both human beings and
bound to make mistakes... By the way," his handsome face breaking into a
big smile and with an over stated southern acent said, "Y'all safe with me,
white boy, I'ze a partial vegetarian, don't eat no pork, nor do I'za eat
the other kind of 'white meat'. I won't eat you and to start with, you can
even have my share of the pork in the mess."

	"If you're sure you are not just trying to fatten me because I'm so
tough and if that includes the bacon you got a deal.... I think we are
going to get along just fine. Hey, as long as you are supposed to know some
Arabic, how about you teach me a few words. You know like the ones I would
need to pick up a belly dancer or two." Joseph asked.

	"You infidels! Belly dancing is an old respected art form like your
ballet.  But just to get us off on the right foot here are a few words
like, 'I love you' and 'darling' that might help," his roommate taught him
these. It was difficult getting Joseph's tongue to twist and turn in order
to get the words out properly.  There were sounds that did not appear in
English.  Frustrated at times, Ibrahim kept using one expression over and
over. When Joseph asked him what it meant, he just lowered his eyes and
said, "Never mind, this is Arabic 101 and that lesson is a bit too advanced
for you."

	"Come on now. What does it mean and how do you say it?"


	"It's just a very rude curse expression, that unfortunately, may
Allah

forgive me, I use too often." he said. "I have to be careful not to use it
around my mom. My mother, is still a Christian, and would kill me if she
knew what it meant. It's 'Koos Emach'. Roughly it means, 'your mother's
vagina'."

	"Well let's see now --- I love you ---darling,-- cunt-- and
mother. I think that's enough for one day. As long as we getting some time
off, how about you coming into the city with me and help me celebrate my
birthday?" Joseph had asked him.

	"Thank you for the invitation, I would like to, but I have already
made other arrangements. There is a large Muslim community in Paterson and
I am looking forward to visiting a few of the Mosques there. You can come
with me, but somehow I don't think a sober celebration was what you had in
mind. Maybe some other time."

	And so each had gone their own way and now they had both returned
exhausted.  They lay on their cots and rested till it was time for chow
call. After waking up

and going to eat they went to the PX picked up a few last minute things and
Joseph was able to make a phone call to Richard. They talked about little
things for a while. Rich told him about his day and how much he missed
Joseph. Joseph in turn related details about his day and they set a time to
call each other every day.  Joseph told him that it might be two weeks
before he was able to get another pass.

	"Two weeks, that long?" he said dejectedly. "Two whole weeks, damn,
can't I come and visit you on the weekend? There must be motels near the
camp? If you were able to get away in the evening I could stay there and we
could at least see each other for a few hours. Ask around; see what you can
come up with. Two weeks will seam like a life time without you, baby."

	"I'll check it out and let you know." The soldier said, "But I
wouldn't want you to spend all that money and we would have to be very
careful not to be seen together as 'you know what'. I miss you too babe,
but with my being in the army and all, we have to get used to being
apart. After all, I will be going overseas someday soon and you won't be
able to follow me there."


	"Don't remind me. That's why I want us to be together as much as we
can while you are still here. I love you and want your warm body close to
me."

	For close to half an hour the conversation continued along those
lines. Each not wanting to break the connection.  Just wanting to hear the
voice of the other, afraid to let the other hang up. Finally, Ibrahim who
was waiting outside knocked on the phone booth door and Joseph told Richard
he had to get back to the barracks

as it was getting late. They kissed good night and hung up.

	"Sorry about that. You know how it is when you get to talking and
loose tract of the time." He said after getting out of the booth, "We
better get back. We have

a busy day tomorrow."

	"How is she?" Ibrahim asked as they walked back to their
quarters. "I assume that was your girlfriend. No one talks that long on the
phone except to the love of his life."

	"Well, what do you know?  Besides being a scholar you're a
detective and clairvoyant as well." Joseph smiled and said, "I hope you
don't read minds also."

	"No I don't read minds, but I bet you are going to want another
three day pass soon." he said as they entered the barracks to bed down for
the night.

	The next day was fast paced. The orientation went well and the
introductory classes were interesting.  The culture classes were
fascinating. The history of the Arab people and their near conquest of the
entire Christian world made the

head spin. Until now, Joseph had no idea that the majority of people on
earth were Muslims and that at one time they had just about controlled all
of Europe.  Their empire had spread from the Middle East westward across
North Africa to included all of Spain and part of southern France and
spread East to China and north through most of southeastern Europe until
Austria. They had been an enlightened people interested in science and
poetry. He was also taught about several differences within Islam.


Learning to read threw him for a loop. He had trouble, absorbing not only
the different alphabet, but on top of that having to "read backwards". His
eyes just kept wanting to to go to the upper left hand side of the page.
Joseph was not the only one afflicted with in this problem. Most of the
students had this problem.  Most of them thought that it was silly, and the
instructor had to point out that western languages were new to writing
using an alphabet. Until they came in contact with the Semitic sea traders
they had no written alphabet of their own.  The Semitic alphabet was
developed before the use of paper and pen. It was carved into stone and as
most people are right handed, it was hard to carve the letters from left to
right. Arabic being a Semitic language is still written the old Semetic
way, right to left. When the Greeks and later the Romans adopted the

Semitic alphabet they changed certain letters and after a while the
direction of reading and writing. In fact as the instructor pointed out,
old Greek at one time was writen starting in the upper right hand part of
the page and going to left -- at the end of that line instead of going back
to the right side and starting another line, it just moved down one line
and continued to the right.  After a while, with the introduction of clay
tablets and stylists it became easier to write and read left to right.
Anyway by the end of the day most of the students were in 'Culture shock'
and had headaches. On top of all this--- there was plenty of homework to
do.

     After school let out Joseph made a few inquiries and was told that he
could leave the base at night as long as he gave them a telephone number
where he could be reached in case they had an alert or other emergency.  He
just had to get a pass and be back by morning roll call at 0800 hours. The
telephone number worried him until his next conversation with Richard later
that evening when Rich suggested that he get a cell phone.

	"Look don't worry about it, I'll pick up one for you and bring it
with me when I come to see you." he told him. "Besides it's a great idea
for you to have one, this way we will be able to talk and leave messages
for each other.  Everything is going to work out fine."

	"Yes, but you can't call me when I'm in class, unless it's a real
emergency."

	"That's one of the real beauties of this thing. You can turn off
the ringer and use the caller ID to see who called and then return the call
laterwhen you get

a free moment. I could leave messages for you and you could do the same on
my phone. I'll show you all about it when I see you," Richard said and
added. "I could be up there Friday night and stay till Sunday."

	"That would be great, but I don't know if I could get off before
noon Saturday.  Friday nights are G.I. night. We have to scrub our quarters
and stand

Saturday morning inspection. After inspection we usually have time off till
0800 hours Monday morning.  Rich, how are you going to be able to afford
all this?"

"No problem." It's going to work out perfectly. I love you and I want to be
with you and damn it, it will workout because we will make it work out! Did
you find out a nice Motel where I can stay?"

	"There is a motel not too far from the main gate," he told him and
gave him all the information. "It's not a classy place but it is cheep and
some of the guys

I spoke to said it was clean. I can walk to the main gate from there easily
and pick up the base transport in plenty of time to get back for morning
roll call."

	"You know what?" Richard said, "I'm going to come down there by
car. I can pick up my old Ford at my parent's house and drive down there
early Saturday morning. I can check out the motel and then we can have
lunch together. On Sunday we can take a drive in the country or maybe even
go on a picnic or something."

	"Sounds like a plan. I didn't know you had a car. I had one before
I went into the army. It was an old beat-up Ford also, but it got me from
place to place- ----well, most of the time. No girl would even go out with
you, if you didn't have wheels by age 16. Hell most of us were driving by
13."

	"Are you kidding?" Richard laughed, "It was the same with us. You
can't live on Long Island without having a car. You need it to get to the
Railroad Station.  It's not like the city where everything is within
walking distance or public transportation. Just about everyone drives
there. Hell, even if you want to get a pack of condoms you have to drive."

	"Oh, so that's why you had a gross of them in your night table
drawer." The soldier quipped.

	"That was for, 'just-in-case'! Since your three-day visit, I've
laid in an additional gross. Old Rich, wants to be sure to have enough on
hand when that big strong soldier captures and conquers him again. God I
miss that ass of yours."

	"Damnnnn stop it!  You'll make me cummmm in the phone booth. Can
you just keep that though till we meet again? I miss you also babe. Only a
week since we parted, but it feels like an eternity."

	The next few days, Joseph was too busy to think of anything but
work. Classes were grueling and frustrating to say the least. Having to
carry on conversations using hand signals and a limited vocabulary was
almost impossible. If it had not been for Ibrahim he would not have known
what to do.  But slowly, very slowly he began to learn. He had no
alternative and neither did most of the students.  Those

first few days saw about ten students drop out. All of them harbored that
attitude that English was enough. Any other language was a waist of time
learning. How they ever got picked for this school was a mystery. Thank god
that the history and customs classes were conducted in English, but here
too he began to notice that more and more Arabic was being introduced.


    The weekend finally came and the students were looking forward to a
little time off.  Joseph and Rich had spoken by phone every night. They had
set up plans for the coming weekend. Corporal Williams had got the OK for
him to stay over night in town and Joseph had given him the cell phone
number that Richard had given to him.

	"Is that girl you met in the city coming up to see you?" Williams
had teased him. "Does she have a friend for me? If she does, then we could
make it a four some and do it every week."

	"I wish she was coming," Joseph said and with a sad face continued.
"It's just a long lost relative that I have been trying to meet." he lied.
  "You see I was adopted and have been searching for my birth relatives all
my life. You know trying to find my 'Roots'. This guy's name came to me
from someone back home and he thinks we might be related. Hey, if he has a
sister, I'll try to set you up for next time."

     Well not all of that was a lie. Like most adopted children, he had
always been curious about his 'Real Family'.  The meeting a relative part
was just something he thought up on the spot. This way in case he and
Richard were spotted in town together, he would have a cover story.

	Saturday afternoon finally arrived and right after inspection,
dressed in his civilian clothes and trying to act real kool, he picked up
his overnight pass and headed for the main gate. Showing his pass to the
guard he started walking toward town. A red Ford Mustang convertible with
its ragtop up, pulled over to the curb and a smiling Richard leaned over,
opened the door and said, "Can I give you a

lift soldier boy? You are Private Joseph Benson aren't you? Its been so
long and I almost didn't recognize you in your civvies."

	"Hey! This is some old Ford you have here. It's a collector's
item," he said throwing his overnight bag in the rear and seating himself
as close to Richard as he could without sitting on his lap. "Where are we
going first? I leave it up to you, whatever you want to do. Do we go for a
drive first or right to that motel?"

	"We are not going to that motel. It was not fit for us baby."
Richard said as he pulled away from the curb and as his fingers squeezed
Joseph's thigh he said, "When I went home to pick up the car my folks
questioned me about why I needed the car. One question lead to another and
finally I told them all about us. Well, not all, but enough anyway. My
father let me have it.

	"No son of mine is going to get caught in some cheep sleazy motel
room with some horny soldier," Richard said imitating his father. "Here's a
few hundred, get a room in a first class hotel and have a great time. If he
is as great as you say he is, he deserves better than that." Then
continuing in his own voice he said, "Joseph, he & mom want to meet you as
soon as possible."

	"Anyway when I got down here and took one look at that motel I
decided that father really does know best and I checked us out of there and
got us into a first class hotel with a swimming pool AND an in-room hot
tub."

	"You and your family are going to spoil me rotten." He said, a
little perturbed. "I was so looking forward to a little debauchery in a
cheep rundown motel that rents rooms out by the half hour, but I guess we
will just have to make do." Then becoming serious, he said, "Your parents
sound wonderful and while I would love to meet them, I don't want to
embarrass you. I told you I'm adopted and I never had a real family of my
own. The thought of meeting your parents just

scares the shit out of me."

	"You'll do just fine. They will love you." He said as they pulled
into a parking space in the hotel parking lot. Leaning over to Joseph and
kissing him on the cheek and he said, "We're home lov- well home for now
anyway."

	They entered the hotel, went through the ostentatious lobby to the
elevator where they entered and Richard inserted a special key in the
keypad and pressed the penthouse button. "Nothing but the best for us." he
said as the elevator climbed quickly to the top floor.  The elevator doors
parted and they found themselves in a small foyer, looking at a door that
had a gold plaque on it announcing that it was the 'Presidential
Suite'. Richard opened the door, turned to Joseph and said with a twinkle
in his eye, "Shall I carry you over the threshold, Habibi."


	"Don't be an ass. The last thing we need is for you to get a
hernia. It would ruin every thing," he said pushing pass the door way and
dropping his canvas overnight bag, he turned and reached out and beckoned
his lover to him. "Rich, I missed you so much." The door slammed shut and
their arms circling each other, lips meeting, their tongues engaging in a
romantic love dance.

	They stood there kissing and hugging, but not for long.  Richard
breaking the kiss whispered, "I got to show you this joint. You'll love
it."

	"To hell with the place! Who has the time for the 'Grand Tour'?
Just show me the bedroom." Joseph moaned as his fingernails dug into Rich's
back. "Damn that aftershave of yours is driving me bonkers. It's like an
aphrodisiac. Makes me so horny. I want you to rape me four of five times
and then start all over again."

	"Well there goes my great seduction plan.  The hell with the fancy
hotel, the flowers, the wine, the candle light supper, the music and the
foreplay; to hell with it all." Richard grinned as he pulled the neckline
of his lover's shirt aside and started to nibble on the crook of his
neck. His mouth devoured his throat and his fingers reaching under Joseph's
shirt found and squeezed his hard pecs.  Guiding him into the bedroom and
he pulled the shirt off him as they went. Easing

Joseph onto the bed his fingers touching the gold chain around his neck
Rich smiled and moved his fingers down his chest to his belly to undo the
belt and unzip his pants. Then he pulled them and his OD boxers down his
lover's legs exposing his hard seven and one half inch uncut cock. "There
is nothing that turns me on so much as that damn Government Issue negligee
you have on and that big cock of yours. I missed nibbling on that sweet
foreskin of yours."

	Removing the rest of Joseph's clothes, he then stood back and
admired the nude body laying crossways on the bed with its feet on the
floor. Richard quickly got rid of his own clothing leaving bits and pieces
of clothing where they fell.  Kneeling between his lovers spread legs, he
took first one and then the other foot to his lips and kissed them and
sucked each toe into his hot demanding mouth. His tongue then licked under
the moaning soldier's foot causing him to giggle. "Oh!  You think it's
funny, do you? I'll show you funny," he said reaching up and grabbing the
hard cock of his lover and skinning back the foreskin. Using his tongue, he
probed and ran it under the skin and over the purple cock head. Finding and
tasting the dripping pre-cum flowing from the cock slot, he lapped it up.
His lips circled the hot angry head and closed down on the wet pulsating
manhood. One thrust and it sunk into his throat and as the moist warm
throat closed around it...........BOOOOOOM it exploded pumping hot
cummmmmmmm deep into his throat.

	"Shit shit shit!!!!! I could not hold it.  I came too soon.... Just
like a teenage idiot!" Joseph cried, the tears flowing down his cheeks.

	"Don't cry baby, It happens to all of us when we are
'overheated'. He reached up and took Joseph's face in his hands and leaned
into him and kissed away his tears and then his lips. His tongue driving
into the sobbing mouth of his lover.

	"MMMMMM Rich you taste salty and sweet at the same time."

	"I hope you like it...I concocted it just for you---Your tears and
your cummmm. Get used to it baby we are going to taste the result of our
love for a long, long time." Then getting up he flipped Joseph onto his
belly and shoving a pillow under his belly he reached into the nightstand
draw, pushed aside the Gideon's bible and selected a lubbed condom and
rolled it on his hard cock.

	Joseph reaching back and spreading his ass cheeks with his fingers
moaned, "No prep. No KY jelly lubricant--- I want it as dry and hard as you
can give it to me.. I want to feel your cock rip me apart."

	"You sure? I don't want to hurt you. Your ass is almost virgin
territory!"

	"Yesssssssss. Yes I'm sure. Hard and deep and fast."

	"OK plow boy you are about to be plowed." He said and grabbing his
rock hard dick and placing it on the soldier's rosebud he forced his cock
into his screaming victim. The ass hole was tight as hell but it gave way
and his penis, once passed the ring, pushed deep into the bowels until both
men's balls were slapping against each other.

	"Man that smarts."

	"I'll rest and let you get used to it."

	"NO! NO! NO! Fuck me hard and fast and deep."

	"OK Trooper. I'm the cavalry and you are my horse and I'm going to
ride you till you drop dead." And with that Richard pulled his cock out to
the ring and plowed it back in again. Again and again over and over, in and
out he drove his cock. He continued long dicking the screaming soldier.


	"Scream all you want---there is no one here to hear you." He plowed
in and out hitting Joseph's sex button with every forward stroke and
rubbing over it on the up stroke. He heard the helpless whimpering mass of
flesh beneath him screaming; YESSSSSSS, YESSSSSSSS with each forward
thrust.  Again, do it again.  With each outward pull, Joseph could feel his
insides being sucked out while Richard felt like a vacuum pump was drawing
the stored up cum from his balls to the tip of his cock. The room began to
spin for both of them. Both caught up in a spiral of emotions and feelings.
Richard was an ocean wave hitting against Joseph's ass. Little by little
eating away at it and then boom. The cannon roared and exploded and Joseph
could feel the cummmmmmm filling the condom. And then silence and calm as
Richard collapsed over Joseph's body. Joseph's cock shooting ropes of cum
while his ass squeezed the invading prick over and over, sending electric
after shocks through both of their nervous systems. As they entered into a
state of orgasmic oblivion,

	"God! Fantastic, that was fantastic," Richard whispered. "Are you
OK? I didn't hurt you too much did I? There was a moment or two there when
I thought I had gone too far. I wouldn't want to really hurt you - you know
that don't you?"

	"I'm OK, a bit bruised and battered, but I wanted you to do it. I
wanted to feel what you felt when I conquered you last week." Joseph said
with a small smile on his face. "Now I'm the one that's going to walk kind
of funny."

	'Only one difference--- no! Make that two," Richard said. "I was
not a virgin and at least here we have that hot tub to recuperate in. We're
paying for it, so lets make use of it Just the two of us together in the
tub with the warm water massaging our aches and pains away.... Then maybe
we will start all over.........

	What the fuck do you mean ----Maybe?

To be continued...