Date: Thu, 20 Mar 2003 07:29:08 -0800
From: JS Collection <js.collection@verizon.net>
Subject: From Out of Nowhere Chapter 5

THIS STORY IS TOTALLY FICTITIOUS.
IT CONTAINS DESCRIPTIVE SEX BETWEEN MEN. 
IF THIS IS OFFENSIVE TO YOU GO ELSE WHERE. 
IF IT IS ILLEGAL FOR YOU TO BE READING IT YOU SHOULDN'T BE HERE TO BEGIN
WITH, SO JUST GO AWAY.  
OTHERWISE, MAY YOU ENJOY IT. JWS

A note to you who read this story: This is a long story covering a couple
of decades.  The problem presented in the beginning will not be dealt with
until near the end, many chapters into the woof and warp.  I will jump from
the present to the past, back and forth, weaving this tale. It might
behoove you to go back and reread previous chapters if you tend to feel
that you've lost the thread of the story. I assure you it is there


FROM OUT OR NOWHERE
Chapter 5
      
       
       
       Rob and I were still constant companions. I don't believe he ever
went out with Miki, until the night she enticed the two of us into going to
a beach party.  How we ended up a mile from the party, on the backside of
the dunes with her and a full bottle of gin I have never figured out. But I
had discovered I liked gin at that point of the evening, and I was
blissful. Miki could probably have sneaked off with Rob, but he insisted
that I accompany them.
	We kept passing the gin back and forth until there were no
inhibitions left. I sat there beside the two of them, Rob in the middle, as
Miki commenced to have her way with him. He was not objecting. He kept
trying to make out with both Miki and me. When he took the initiative
towards fucking her, I took the bottle of gin and wandered over to the
ocean side of the beach. At that point I didn't want to be part of the rest
of it. I figure I'd just let him get it out of his system.

   	 I sat and watched the glitter of moonbeam reflections on the water
until I was convinced I could walk on them all the way to the edge of the
world.  I woke up a hundred feet out, treading water.  I manage to make my
way back to the beach still fully clothed..  I found my bottle of gin and
drained the last of it down my gullet and meandered down the beach, wading
in the gentle wash of the low tide, stripping off my wet clothes as I went
and dropping them along the way.  Naked, I wandered out of the water and up
the dunes to Miki's station wagon. I crawled into the pile of blankets in
the back and passed out.
	I awoke to Miki's frantic hysterical screaming. I sat in the back
of the station wagon watching. She was areal drama queen. Apparently, she
was expressing her grief at my drowning, while Rob kept insisting I wasn't
dead.

       " Hal, Hal." She screamed.

       She threw a temper tantrum stomping her bare feet in the sand.

       "Damn him, he makes me crazy with his little controlling games. If
he's not dead then where the hell is he?"

       I crawled out of the car with a blanket wrapped around me like a
Indian Chief.  I wandered up to them.  Neither one of them saw me until I
spoke.

       "How in hell can a person sleep with you screaming like a banshee?"
I asked her. Miki Jumped like she'd been touch with and electric cattle
prod.

       Rob grabbed me in a bear hug.
       "I knew you were okay." He said kissing the top of my head. Miki
glared at me, double up her fists and started pounding on my chest.

       "God damn you, Hal Jordan, you scared me out of my wits."She
       screamed.

       I tried to grabbed her wrists. But Rob beat me to it so I continued
to stand in between his arms. He somehow managed to keep me pressed firmly
against his chest. The blanket had fallen to the sand.

       "What are you babbling about?" I asked. "I went for a swim and then
being I was left to my own," I felt Bob's arms tighten around me. "I
crawled into the back of your wagon and took a nap." I had a hard time
keeping from laughing at her incredulity.

       "Your clothes were washing up in the surf, I just knew you had
drowned. Why didn't you answer when I called you?" She was still screaming
at me.

       "I thought you were enjoying your moment of drama."

       "God damn you, Hal. And your little games." She wrenched free of
Rob's grasp and managed to hit me in the face before she was satisfied.

       "Come on you two lets go back to the base. It's really late." Rob
said.

       We all piled into the front seat, with Miki driving. I sat in the
middle with Rob's arms wrapped around me. Miki would look at me
occasionally and then swing her arm, striking me across the chest. I just
grinned at her. She may have gotten Rob's cock up her twat, but I still
won.

       Two weeks later Rob got his discharge papers.  He was heading back
to L.A. to complete his degree in Law at USC. We sat on a dune late into
the night talking. It's funny how we never discussed a possible future
together at that time.

       I'm now sure it was very present on both our minds, but we kept it
to ourselves, while secretly planning to seduce the other as soon as I got
out. He knew I was heading for UCLA Medical School in eight months. He
would be across town a USC studying law.

        We had become the closest of friends, and though we both desired
each other sexually, we neither made an advance on the other. I had fucked
the good doctor and Miki many times over, and I assumed that Rob had had
straight sex while were in the service. We backed off on making sexual
advances to each other. This caused a very strong tension between us, a
bond that would hold us together through the rest of our lives, even if I
didn't know that at the time.
       
       A week after Rob left, Miki got her papers to join Buddy in Germany.
She called me wanting to get together one last time. I politely told her to
fuck off; I'd had my fill of one-upmanship games with her. I was relieved
to see her go. And to Hell with Buddy too, I thought to myself as I hung up
on her.
       
       I talked to Rob every couple of weeks. It was in those conversations
that we started to really making plans for the future. We were going to
room together while we went to school. Rob found a place in -----. A duplex
with two bedrooms, a living room a kitchen and a shared bath. He took in a
roommate until I was due to start school.
       
       I was left to myself for the last eight months of my tour of duty. I
was eligible for one last TDY assignment to Thailand before I got out. I
had nothing against the Viet Nam War; I simply didn't want to go off to
some foreign country.  I went to see Dr. Levine.  I don't know what he
wrote in my records, but suddenly I was no longer up for it.
       
       I spent my days off lazing on the beach. I would occasionally have a
beer with my barracks mates, but I didn't socialize with anyone else at
all. And then came that fateful June morning that John Peyton walked
through my life.
       
       
       There was something about John that made me want to hold him, love
him, protect him. He was a little shorter than me, and slender. His
straight black hair hanging over his forehead, the sparkle in his eyes, the
turned up corners of his mouth that made one suspect there might be a bit
of impishness about his once you got to know him. I never had the chance to
know him that well. There was a shadow in his eyes that seemed to plead
that I not hurt him, that said he had been hurt before, hurt badly. I
wondered if it had anything to do with Miki. At first he wouldn't talk
about it.
       
       He suggested a walk through the woods. As we stepped off the porch
of the little cabin I casually put my arm around his shoulder. He glanced
up at me to see what my intentions were. I am not a touchy-feely person. I
don't touch people I'm not emotionally close to, and I don't like to be
touched by them either. As I said there was something about John that made
me want to get close to him, to know him.
       I smiled at him and pulled him against my side. He stopped and
turned, wrapping his arms around my chest. I hugged him in return.

       "She really got to you, didn't she?"

       "I knew you would see it and understand."

       "You want to talk about it?" I asked.

       "Yes, but not right now. Let's just enjoy the day. God, it is so
beautiful and tranquil here."

       I looked around me. This wasn't wild woods we were walking
through. Everything was manicured. But so skillfully done that it looked
totally natural. It's just that there were no dead branches anywhere and
there was bracken only in strategic places. John had his hands stuffed in
his pockets and his head down ignoring these beautiful surroundings.

       "I have to be going back to my family soon." He said under his
breath as though he were thinking out loud.

       "Did you say something?" I ask, although I had heard him clearly.

       "No, no, nothing." He was flustered.

       "So, John tell me about your background."

       "Why would you want to hear that? It has nothing to do with
us--now-- here."

        I chuckled. "Of course it does. Our families are what defines us."

       "Excuse me, that is so much bullshit."

       "Not really." I said. I stopped and turned facing him. "Let me see
what I can tell you about your family from what little I know about
you. You come from old southern aristocracy. Money. Controlled by a
dictatorial patriarch. You love your mother, but think she is weak. You
have a love/hate relationship with your father. You are expected to go home
marry the girl of his choice, have 2 children. One of them has to be a
boy. You're Gay and you want to rebel, but Daddy holds the purse
strings. So you are going to relent and do as he dictates and hope he dies
before you."

       "Fuck you, Hal Jordan. You're making that up. You don't know shit
about me."

       "I know.. So how much of what I said is true?"

       He ignored my question as he intently studied the ground in from of
each foot. It was an up hill climb as we headed toward the beach. The
cypress had given way to Yellow Jack Pine.  There were some low
outcroppings of rock. We crested the hill.  There was a sharp drop off to
the wide beach below. The blue expanse of the Atlantic spread out before
us. This was private property so there was no crowd of tourists like there
was a half-mile down the coast.

       We stood there silent, as I took in the natural beauty. John was
looking dejected and involved in his thoughts. I put and arm around his
shoulders.

       "I apologize, John. I was out of line making those conjectures."

       He sighed and gazed up the coast.

       "No need. You were totally right."
 
      Again there was a long silence. It wasn't uncomfortable. I liked
being near him. He was certainly no strain on my eyes. I watched him
struggling with his devils.

       "Have you ever thought of striking out on your own, making your own
way in life?" I asked

       "Father wouldn't allow me to succeed if I did try such a thing. He's
very influential and has long arms. A word from him and I'd be out on the
street."

       "Even as far away as Los Angeles?"

       "Even there."

       "So what are your plans?"

       "I'll do as you guessed."

       "Do you think you'll ever be happy that way?"

       "What does happiness have to do with it?"

       I didn't answer; the question confounded me.

       "Now I'll have this time with you and then I'll go on to Florida,
finish school, go to work for father, and hope to, somehow, someday, have a
life of my own."

       He turned and looked up at me as though he were asking me what I
thought. I remained silent and returned his gaze. Finally, he looked out
toward the horizon. A single tear trickled down his cheek.

       "No, happiness has nothing to do with it." He murmured to himself. I
stepped behind him and wrapped him in my arms. He laid his head back
against my chest. I rested my cheek against his hair.  It was silky soft.
We stood there for at least half an hour. Finally, he shifted his weight
from one foot to the other. I raised my head. He turned in my arms, looking
up at me.

       "Let's go back to the cabin. Would you lay with me? Just hold me for
a while?"

       I squeezed him tightly and kissed him on his forehead.

       "Anything for you, John." I said.

        I took his hand and we wended our way back to the little gray
weathered cabin. I led him to the bed and undressed him as one would a
child. I pulled the covers down on the bed and he crawled in. I then
undressed myself.  He lay there watching. There was no lust or even
curiosity in his expression. I walked around the bed and scooted in beside
him. He turned facing me and moved into my embrace. He lay his face against
my chest and soon fell asleep. I caressed his hair, neck and upper back
until I relaxed, too, and fell into a light slumber.

       I was awakened by a gentle hand cupping my cheek. I opened my eyes
and stared right into John's. He smiled and caressed my temple with his
fingertips. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation.

       The sun was low in the sky. As we lay snuggled in that soft cozy bed
I watched the light shining on the east wall fade away. The sun was below
the trees and would soon set for the night. My stomach growled. John
chuckled and rubbed his hand over it.

       "Where would you like to have dinner?" He asked.
       I thought for a moment. I recalled a quaint little seafood
restaurant just south of Merrill's Inlet that Bob had taken me to just
before he went back to California. I described it to John leaving out the
details about Bob. He loved the idea of going there.

       He started to dress in the clothes he'd worn.

       "John, put on a slacks and a dress shirt. We can stop at the base on
our way and I'll change, too."

       "Oh this isn't just a little fish shack then?"

       "Really, it's a nice place. Plus we'll get treated better if the
lady who runs it thinks we're more than just a couple of roughneck airmen."

       We pigged out on Deviled Crab, a small bucket of clams, and boiled
lobsters with lots of melted butter.  We laughed and joked, letting him
forget for a while that he was a condemned man. We went back to the little
cabin. When we closed the door behind us, he suddenly became aggressive,
kissing my face, ears and neck. He unbuttoned my shirt and flung it from my
body and attacked my chest and nipples. I turned the tables and started on
him doing the same things.  He was really getting into what I was doing to
him. I had his shirt unbuttoned and started pulling it off of his shoulders
when he suddenly stiffened and whimpered turning away from me.

       "John, did I do something wrong?"

       "No, of course not. It's me."

       "What? You have nothing to be ashamed of." I said misinterpreting
what he meant. "You a very handsome desirable man."

       "No. You don't understand" His shirt still hung off his shoulders
the long sleeves still buttoned. He hugged his arms to himself tightly,
with his head bowed.

       "Tell me John. What is I don't understand."

       "I did some sick things to myself. I don't know how to tell this."

       He sat on the edge of the bed rocking his upper body.

       "It's okay, John. Get past it. I'm not going to judge you."

       He nodded and continued to rock for a moment. Then he looked at
me. He held out his left arm his fingers curled into a fist. I studied
him. He looked down at his arm and back at me. I got the message. I
unbuttoned the sleeve and rolled it back. His arm was a mass of red angry
slash scars. I shuddered, and then looked up at him.

       "Why?" I asked.

       "I've gone through intensive analysis over this. You want their pat
answer?"

       "Miki?"

       "Oh, she was part of it, but by a long shot, not a lot."

       I remained silent letting him take his time.

       "I don't want to be queer. I hate myself. I'm weak. Morally weak."
       
       The way he said it I knew he had already passed judgement on
himself. He had come up lacking in his own eyes. There was no self pity, no
feeling sorry for himself. Just a flat out statement of fact. He stared at
his abused arms. He looked up at me. There was a pleading in his eyes.

            "I need you to fuck me Hal. Punish me. Make me scream for
mercy."

            "I will make love to you, John. I will not willingly hurt you."

            "Then make love to me, John."

            "Are you sure you want this?"

            "Yes. Do it."

            We picked up where we had left off a few minutes ago. John's
passion was intense. He soon had me on my back. I thought he was going to
try to fuck me. He felt me tensing up.

            "Relax, Hal, this is the way your going to fuck me. I'm going
to be in control."

            As he talked he had his hand on my ridged pole guiding it to
his anus. I was leaking like a faucet with a worn out washer. He rubbed the
head of my cock around his hole. The feeling was intense. I arched up and
as I did, he plugged himself the full length of my throbbing rod. We both
screamed in pain as he sat down on my pelvis, totally impaled on my
petard. I tried to throw him off. He'd have nothing of it. He grabbed my
hands, as we struggled he continued to raise up and then impale himself
forcefully. It was beginning to feel good for both of us.

       When he saw that I was no longer trying to buck him off, he let go
of my hands and grabbed both of my nipples pinching and twisting them. It
hurt like hell, but I was really getting into what he was wanting. I pulled
him down on to my chest and rolled over. I bit his shoulder causing him to
yell out in pain. I raised up, grabbing his ankles,pushing his knees down
next to his head, I started slamming into him as hard as I could.

      "Yes, yes, yes."he yelled, raising his ass to meet my every
thrust. "Fuck me harder, harder, harder."

            Suddenly with no warning he was covering his chest and face
with shot after shot of hot cum. The sight of his cum covered face pushed
me over the edge and I filled his hot well-fucked ass with my seed.
  
  
       I collapsed and rolled to the side as my cock slowly lost its
hardness. I fell into a relaxed slumber. I remember hearing him lightly
snoring before I lost consciousness.


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