Chapter 2
The silence in this brief moment is killing me. I do not know this person who is standing before me…naked. My insides are shaking and I feel like I am going to puke. He inches closer and my body with instant steps back. My mind reels and my nerves are buzzing. The alcohol is starting to hit me now and I feel some bile start to inch its way up. I stammer for words, my voice shaky I could not get out the words. God, I wish that my insides would quit doing what it’s doing.
“Listen, I am not trying to cause any issues. It was not what you thought this morning or when you were heading for the showers. So whatever you think it was it is not that!” I managed to steal the saying. His smile falls and for once my mind panics. Am I willing to let this moment leave without at least knowing its passion? I am so conflicted. I fear more than anything to be found out and how could I have been so dumb to have gotten caught? But he is standing naked in front of me and any straight man would not have opened himself up to a fag like me. He begins to wrap his towel back around himself. Turns to the door unlatches the lock and starts to turn the knob on the door.
“wait!” I say and he turns to face me.
“I think you’re right, and in that case, I need to get back to my room and get dressed. Sorry to have bothered you.” He said as he finished opening the door and walked out into the hall to his room. With the door closed I just fell along the door and tears welled up in my eyes. The tears flowing hard and fat like big raindrops taking with it my fear and anxiety. Instantly I could feel clearer headed and the stress of the moment was passing. What have I done I ask myself. When my crying fit was over, I picked myself up and laid on the bed but for only a moment. I have got to fix this before something worse happens. I jump up and am out the door walking down the hall towards his room.
The door to his room, where five other guys call home as he does was open. This fact is not lost on me since many people in one room tend to have their doors open. Only rarely ever to close for private get-togethers like barrack parties or the sort. In this room, his bed is about center jetting out from the wall, not attached but arranged with the head of the bed pressed to the wall. All the beds with their heads to the wall are arranged like this for dress right dress fashion which is the military code for clean and order. I walk in with not so much as a knock as it’s not required for this moment, and see another person leave. Only two people in this room now, me the intruder, and him which I begin to breathe heavier out of anxiety.
“What the fuck are you doing here? He said as he saw me reach the foot of his bed. He was dressed thank God and sitting upright on the side of his bed. He looked cute as hell and of course, all I could think about and raced in my mind was all that happened. His big uncut cock softy balled up in his briefs and the time it swung going to the showers. Even the intoxicating smell of his musk filled the air when trying to wake him earlier in the morning. It was all too much at this point. “I think we need to talk, but I don’t think right here is going to work. I think would be best if…” he cut me off before I could finish. “Don’t make this my fault, you are the one that trying to make moves on me and undress me your eyes and shit…You were looking at my dick like some fat kid seeing food at the buffet!” as he said this I feared that he was being overheard and I started to panic and wanted to run the hell out of there. What if someone overheard what he said? I would die or get beat down and then lose my military career.
“STOP! Just shut the fuck up, you came into my room and exposed yourself like you thought I would what? Suck your dick or something?” I hurriedly chimed in to combat his thought making sure if someone were to be overhearing all this the questions would be directed to me. Let them pass judgment on him and I be but a footnote. Or so I thought at the time. He didn’t like me over-talking and drowning out what he was saying, fear and just like me he had the same fear of me. He didn’t want others to know his deep dark secret either. The macho tough guy persona was over, with me at least, and that I was fine with.
“I have plans tonight and I don’t have time to play this bullshit with you. If you want answers or questions, I will be in my room for a bit…I am not playing this pissing contest here and like said before you attacked me, I rather talk in more private.” I told him this as I walked back to my room hoping that we could clear the air and he would come. Lord knows what we need at this moment now is to make amends and not let our egos go unchecked which would cause me to get kicked out of the army.
It had been about 45 minutes to maybe an hour as I was getting ready to leave for an impromptu walk to get a cab to the club district when I heard the knock on my door. I go and open the door and he walks in. He smells amazing now and looks cute. He looks as though he plans to go out as well. This does not strike me as odd because I like many other soldiers are en route or planning to do the same club crawl routine and or booty calls. He smiles and I close the door. The moment the door closed he made his way to my bed and sat down with his hands in his face and I can see he was starting to cry. I laugh at his because he does not seem to be the one to cry and I could not see the point in coming to my room to have a good cry.
“Are you starting to cry on my bed like a woman?” I said with the most sincere tone that I could muster.
“I am sorry…I am sorry for coming to your room and exposing myself like I did and for lashing out at you. Promise me something, that you won’t tell anyone if I told you something that would cause me to lose everything?” He said and, in that moment, I knew what it was that he was feeling. I knew the fear in his eyes, every drop of tear that fell, and the self-hatred. I knew because I feel the same way. We share a common enemy, a cross we bear in this unforgiving hell where you must meet the demand of society in what it feels is right. I look at him and told him to look at me.
“You are safe, and you don’t have to tell me something that I already know. I like guys just like you do. You don’t need to be ashamed of it. I am the one that should be sorry for lying and sending you away… and if makes it better I cried as soon as you left because how you feel is what I felt. You are not alone in this.” I explain with tearful eyes, bringing my pain to this moment and aligning it with him. At this point, my arm was on his shoulder to comfort him and sitting next to him. He processed what I said leaned in and kissed me. A nervous peck. That short brief kiss was a released emotion that was building an answer to my subconscious mind. He looked back at me and stared into his eyes feeling deep in me the urge to intimately know him. I leaned in, put my hand on the back of his neck, and drew him closer to me, his mouth parting open, and kissed him. His breath escaped his mouth as I pulled him onto me more. Our mouths departed each other.
“This is crazy! I don’t even know who you are and yet we just revealed so much about each other.” I managed to say as I wanted to kiss this man more. I can feel my hard dick screaming to be let out and his doing the same.
“Oh but I know who you are Aj, or should I say Private First Class Owen.” He smiled.
He does know me and yet I never noticed his name on his uniform. He and I are the same rank so no issues in that department. We are just higher-ranked privates among the lower-level privates in the army.
“Okay so you know me, so who are you? I asked.
“You can call me Daddy!” I laughed and felt a deep lust at the mention of suggesting I call him daddy.
“No for real, I never really noticed your last name, and frankly unless someone knew your first name I don’t…Yet you know mine.”
“I am PFC Acosta, and my first name is Francis. You can call me Frank or Daddy Frank.” He chuckled.
“Acosta, as is customary will be fitting as it is your name. I think I am older so you should call me Daddy!” I grin.
During this short exchange my dick did not lose its effective hardness and I noticed his had not either. I noticed his pants were riding lower and his button was undone and fly open. His underwear jock briefs he had on showed wetness circling on them. He was turned on by me. My dick pulsed with new vigor, and he noticed I was looking.
“So, I am curious when you woke me up this morning and was looking at my crotch what was going through your mind?”
“Oh…umm…You know that your ass needed to get up for formation.” My hands shook and he grabbed them and placed them on his wet spot. He grabbed me with his hand pulled me in closer and began to kiss me as his hands caressed my belt buckle and my hand felt his hard cock get warmer and wetter. If my mouth was not already engaged in this kissing it would have gone dry and reached for the life-giving moisture of his cock. He managed with success to get my belt undone my pants unbuttoned and slid down to my ankles. Okay fine, I’ll admit that I did help him along even though I had to take my hands of his bulge. My boxer brief stood no chance in the aftermath of all this and slid halfway down as well. Enough for my cock to spring out and fling my precum onto his hand. He licked it up with his mouth. And made a beeline with his mouth to the head of my cock. His mouth engulfed my throbbing head. “Oh fuck!” I moaned. He cupped my balls and started playing with them. His hands on my cock and balls felt so good. I was afraid I would cum fast and asked him to take his time I wanted to enjoy this.
He moaned on my cock, and I can feel the vibrations as he did and his dick was still hard hanging as he straddle my leg working his mouth all of me. I reached for his dick and grasped it. I watch as his dick dumped precum on my leg. My leg was covered in his precum and it looked like it would not end. I slid the foreskin as best I could from this angle and exposed the most beautiful pink cock head. My mind went crazy. In seconds I pulled out of his mouth and moved him onto my bed so that I was over him and hovered over his cock. This was my first uncut dick that I have. Was always told uncut was nasty, unclean, or some other bullshit that tried to keep me from a moment like this. His cock smells similar to mine but different, not bad but good. I took in a deep breath and enjoyed the smell. A very faint musk smell and I opened my mouth and went down on his cock. His soft head felt smooth and sweet, and I felt as his cock release more of his precum and I fell further down on his cock as my mind captured every moment whether it be sound, taste, or smell. I was in lust. I want him even more now.
Acosta recognized all this moment and knew his uncut dick was my first, so he enjoyed being the first in this regard and laid his head back whispering slight moans.