Part
10, BRENT’S DISCOVERY
BRENT’S FLASHBACK
Shortly
after arriving at NAS Memphis, I was at the Backstreet Bar in midtown on a hot,
sultry mid-week Wednesday night checking out the gay action at one of most
popular bars in the Bluff City. I was aware that heads turned when I walked
walk into any gay bar. My New York modeling experience had taught me how to
walk with a natural but provocative attitude without appearing smug or
unapproachable. Tonight was no exception.
Looking around, my eyes zeroed in on the profile
of a guy at the bar dressed in a tight white wife-beater and jeans. Upon closer
inspection, the guy, probably in his early 20’s, had broad shoulders, great
biceps, with dark features and black hair. As he swiveled his body and looked
at me approaching the bar our eyes locked in for a brief moment.
“Can I have a Bud Light?” Brent asked the
bartender. ‘This is a good sight,’ I thought. ‘A fucking gorgeous stud to my
right and a cute bartender in tight gym shorts, shirtless, with a piercing
through his right nipple.’ The bartender placed a frosty beer in front of me
and I gave him four bucks. “Keep the change.”
Turning to this stud beside me, I hoisted the
bottle, acknowledged him and took a long pull. “Hi.” I said and nodded.
“Hey, yourself,” was the reply as he brought his
glass with ice and a clear liquid to my bottle for a toast. We both took a sip.
“You new here? I don’t think I’ve seen you before.”
“Brand new. Just moved here last week.”
“Where from?”
“New York, with a stopover at school.” I didn’t
want to mention being in the military. “I’m Brent, by the way,” extending my
hand with a smile a mile wide on my face.
Grabbing the hand and firmly squeezing and
shaking, he said, “I’ve got too long a name my Italian parents gave me. I go by
Doug.” He smiled back and released the
extended hand. “Welcome to Memphis.”
“Where are you from, Doug,” I asked as I sat down
on the barstool. Our shoulders almost touched. That was fine with me. I could
feel the heat.
“Originally, L.A. Went to school out there before
coming out here.”
“What do you do for work?” ‘Might as well get the
obligatory questions out of the way,’ I thought as I picked up a light musky
cologne fragrance that blended with natural sweat emitting from Doug.
“I, ah, am in recreation management. Gyms, golf
clubs…things like that. How about you?”
“Office administration.” There was no way I was
going to say I was a clerk in the Admiral’s office at the base. “So, most of my
nights are free.”
The sounds and pulsing disco lights of this busy
bar faded into the background as we continued the usual first encounter
dialogue for the next half hour. School, family, sports interests, movies, etc.
We both said that we were negative. I ordered another beer and Doug ordered a
club soda. Our eyes seldom left contact with each other.
“For the record my full name is Brent Williams.
What’s yours?” I felt we had reached the next plateau in this sharing of
information.
“Officially, I’m Francis Douglas Dominic Di Marco.
So, Doug Di Marco is just fine,” he said smiling. “Brent, what say we get out
of here? I’ve got a small apartment not too far from here. OK?
“I thought you’d never
ask.” I finished the beer, looked at him and slowly turned on a grin. I hope
that I sent a message that I was ready, willing and able.
There were several disappointed glances as we left
the bar. We had both parked in
the same darkened parking lot. Doug stopped by his car, leaned over and pulled
me into him. He gently kissed me briefly. “Just follow me. It’s only about a
mile away.”
I returned the kiss and said, “I like the sample,
Doug. I hope there will be more where that’s coming from?”
“Believe it.” With that he went over to his car
and got in. I retrieved my wheels just down the row of cars, eased out of my
parking space, and proceeded to follow Doug home.
There was plenty of street parking. Once inside
his two bedroom, first story garden apartment, Doug turned on one very
low-wattage, indirect light illuminating a sculpture. The lighting was just
enough for me to make out the general layout of this nicely furnished living
room and dining area. He turned and pulled me into his arms. This time, the
kiss was aggressive and bold. I opened my mouth to receive his tongue. He
explored my lips, mouth and tongue while pressing us close together. I
reciprocated.
Releasing me, he grabbed
y hand and led me back to the hallway and his bedroom. As he flicked a switch,
a light over a framed oil painting of a hunting scene came on, creating the
same soft illumination as before. Standing in front of me, he slowly started
lifting my black pocket tee. I raised my arms so that the tee could be removed.
Looking at me before casting aside the tee, he
said, “Babe, you are absolutely beautiful. I want to explore every inch of your
body.”
“Only if I can do the same with you.” I used the
palms of my hands to rub his body as I pushed the wife beater up, stopping for
a moment to allow my thumbs to rub his hard nipples. He raised his arms for me.
After removing the skimpy sweat-moistened garment, I held one arm up to allow
me to lean in and move my face into his armpit. I drank in the earlier musky
odor at its origin and quietly licked his hairy pit. I brought up the other arm
and proceeded to duplicate the process.
“Find anything you like?” he asked with a low
chuckle.
“Oh, we’re just beginning,” I leaned down and
licked each nipple, twirling each with my tongue.
Pulling my head up to meet his eyes, Doug said “
Let’s get rid of the rest of our clothing.” After taking off our shoes and
socks, we each removed our pants. He, his form-fitting 501’s; me, basic Gap
black jeans. I noticed that he was commando.
I pulled down my pre-cum stained Polo low-rise
briefs and kicked them aside. We embraced and, while kissing, allowed our hands
to explore each other’s crotch area. As I felt his well-trimmed pubic area and
hairless balls, I pulled by head back and commented, “You’ve got yourself
well-groomed everywhere?”
“Yah, everywhere. Never know when a boy’s got to
show it all.”
“Very professional.”
He touched my full bush while stroking my cock. “Maybe
later I can give you a little haircut and shave?” he suggested slyly.
“As long as I can look presentable at the gym,” I
replied. Being at the foot of the bed, I nudged Doug backwards, holding him by
his waist as he fell back. I felt the muscular abs react to my interaction. He
scooted further up the bed with his elbows, allowing me space to crawl between
his well formed, tanned legs. His muscular thighs were lighter in color, sans
exposure to the sun, I noticed as I arrived at his crotch. ‘He must play golf
or tennis,’ I observed. Gripping his shaved ball sac, I lowered my mouth over
his hard love muscle. It was hot to my mouth as I lowered my head slowly.
‘We’re about the same size,’ I felt and observed.
“Babe, I’m sure you always look more than presentable.
Oh fuck, this feels incredible. Lick my nuts!”
“Your wish, stud, is…” I didn’t finish the
sentence after I lifted myself from his hard dick and moved lower to
tongue-bathe his scrotum. Taking one of his heavy balls in my mouth, I rotated
it with my tongue. When I replaced one ball with the other, I ran my left hand
up his flat stomach and started massaging his pecs.
“Urrrg,” uttered Doug. I brought my hand back down
to his cock. Releasing his balls, I started rubbing his perineum with my fingers
as they found their way to his fuck chute. I slowly circled it with my fingers,
rubbing across the wrinkly surface.
“I want to go in there,” I lustfully said in a low
voice. My finger was tracing the entrance.
“Put everything you got in there, beautiful.” Doug
slowly reached to his bedside drawer and got a bottle of Wet and a condom pack.
He placed them on the side of the bed within easy reach of me.
I eased up and grabbed the Wet. Opening the cap, I
poured a liberal amount of lube on my fingers and then a few drops on my cock,
which was standing at full attention. I coated his erection and then took the
condom package in my hand and opened it with my teeth. With one motion, tossing
away the torn package, I secured the condom and brought it down to roll over my
throbbing projectile. After lubing the condom, my other lubed hand moved back
to the prize under Doug’s smooth balls.
Doug was impressed with these skilled movements.
“You’ve haven’t wasted a motion.”
“I’m not going to waste anything on you, stud.”
“You can waste everything you’ve got.” Doug smiled
and winked.
“I’ll be gentle until you get used to me. Be ready
for the ride of your life,” I said without cockiness as looked into my
partner’s eyes. Then I eased the first finger into the ready and willing anus.
It felt like a lifetime, but in about 10 minutes, three fingers found their way
up to the second knuckles, occasionally grazing over the nut.
Doug stirred with pleasure and uttered, “Ahhh.
Bingo!”
After rotating and stretching a hole that had seen
some action, I whispered, “You ready?” The acknowledgement came with Doug
moving up the fingers in a slight fucking motion. He then placed his legs
around my waist. Slowly, I removed the fingers and placed the knob of my
sheathed hard cock at the back door. Exerting slight pressure, I pushed in and
rested slightly as the dick head entered beyond the sphincter.
Doug looked into his invader’s eyes and smiled.
“Fuck me, champ.” Perspiration was moistening both bodies. There was a
gladiator’s shiny image of both men ready for combat as the soft lighting from
the painting subtly illuminated the scene.
As he relaxed, I slowly brought my dick into the
hot innards and explored the feel of the internal sensations. Once hitting the
bottom, my full-blossomed pubes caressing his butt, I started a slow
deep-dicking, fishing around to hit his prostrate.
“Ohhh, yes! Give it to
me, cock sucker!” Doug yelled. “Slam me, fuck me, use me, Bastard!
This encouraged me to
speed up his attack, creating a slapping sound as our bodies hit each other in
sync. Slamming away, I could feel his butt ring tighten around my piston.
“You fucking
asshole…plug me!”
“Like that, Doug
baby?” His dirty talking was turning me
on. I’m usually very quiet when ‘doing the deed.’ Knowing we were both ready to
explode, I continued the motion. Doug’s arms were spread eagle. I knew that his
hard cock was ready to erupt without any touch.
“Urrgh, mother fucker.
It’s…ohhh…”
“I’m cumming, fucker!” I barked taking one final
plunge in the hole, before going to short strokes. Doug’s ass was milking
everything that I could to give. Just behind my orgasmic explosion, Doug’s
swollen cock shot a white rope of cum that hit his chin, throat, and chest.
Smaller amounts surrounded his belly button, dripping off to the side.
“Urhhh, shit,” groaned Doug. Our fucking motions
slowly ground to a halt.
Exhausted, I gently lay down over this conquered
body, sharing my sweat with the puddles of cum. I licked some of Doug’s spent
seed off his chin and gently brought my lips down for the touchdown kiss. His
mouth opened to share the wet reward. I then adjusted myself to withdraw from
Doug. Removing and placing the spent condom on the deck carefully, I straddled
Doug’s leg with my body and eased up to snuggle my head up next to the darker
man’s chest and armpit. We both lay motionless.
Looking over at me, he
started stroking my back and shoulders. “Brent, that was incredible. No one has
given me this much pleasure for a long time.”
“It isn’t too difficult when I’m with such a hot
male specimen.” I tilted Doug’s head up to look up into his eyes and smiled. “I
was surprised that you would bottom so willingly. You look like you are usually
the aggressor?”
“Well, let’s say that this was a test.”
“Test?” I looked puzzled. Bringing up a radiant
smile, I asked, “Did I pass?”
“On so many levels. Let’s get a fast shower. I’ve
got to clean up this mess. Have an early day tomorrow. I’d ask you to stay, but
I have the alarm set for 6 a.m.”
“We must be on the same schedule. I’ve got to be
dressed and at work by 7:30. If you can handle a warm body next to yours, I’d
love to snuggle for the rest of the night. I think we both got off enough for
one night. OK?”
“Deal. You start the shower,” he motioned to the
door off the bedroom. “I’ll change the sheets and join you.”
I took my used rubber and walked to the head. I
relieved myself, tossed the evidence in, and flushed. Reaching around, I opened
the door to the small shower stall and turned on the water, adjusting the
temperature. Stepping in and closing the door, I started soaping all over and
rapidly rinsing. As much as I would like to, this stall could not handle two
well-developed 6’ men, especially if we were hard.
“I guess you’re thinking the same thing as me,”
Doug said as he approached the shower door. We couldn’t squeeze in there,
unfortunately. Our eyes met over the top of the door.
“Yah. I’m finished. Let me get out of here and
I’ll keep the water running for you.”
“Great.” Doug swung the door open and stepped aside
to allow us to switch positions. He grabbed my dick and playfully yanked as we
passed.”
“Bastard,” I said in an upbeat manner. I dried
myself while Doug started his shower.
“I got a good work-out down there, buddy.” Doug paid particular attention to his
well-used rear. Moments later, Doug joined me to dry off. Leaning in, dry and
butt-naked, we gently touched lips together for a final kiss.
“You plan on giving me the same?” I asked, knowing
the answer.
“Fuckin’ A. But not tonight.” Walking to the bed
and the fresh linen, Doug said,” If you don’t mind, I always sleep on the right
side by the clock radio.” Not having any opposition, he eased himself into bed.
“I’m pretty flexible in more ways than one,” I
retorted with a laugh that was not lost on Doug. I got into bed, covered us
with a sheet only, and pulled up to Doug’s backside and proceeded to spoon this
hot-blooded guy.
“We’ll talk over coffee in the morning. Night
babe. You’re great.” Doug said before he rapidly drifted off to sleep. I felt
his body snuggled up to my back, a dick up against my ass crack, and an arm
with dark hair wrapped around my torso. Our breathing was in step with each as
I began to replay the evening in a dream.
DOUG
I woke naturally moments before 6 a.m. and turned
off the alarm. I quietly eased out of bed so as not to disturb Brent and went
the bathroom to do the morning wakeup ritual in rapid fashion. Because I had a
handball match with the base C.O. at 1100, I passed on a shower.
‘Fuck,’ I thought. ‘What a treasure of a sexual
specimen I found last night.’ Before Brent left, I’d get all the contact
information for a follow up visit at the earliest opportunity.
After shaving, cleaning, and brushing teeth, I
returned to the bedroom to put on a clean pair of briefs. After drinking in
this gorgeous, blond beauty, I gently shook Brent and said, “Rise and shine,
buddy.”
He slowly opened his eyes and smiled as saw me.
“Morning.” He didn’t try to hide the morning wood while sitting up, stretching
and yawning.
I bent down and gave him a light kiss. “Did you
sleep ok?”
“Well, I don’t know if I’d call four hours sleep
ok. But I’ll make it through the day.”
“Go ahead and get cleaned up. A new toothbrush and a disposable razor is
waiting for you. I’ll start coffee and fix some cereal.” I turned and walked
out of the bedroom to the kitchen.
BRENT
“I’ll be right with you,” I called out, bounding
from the bed. I opted for a shower and shampoo, although I had one only four
hours ago. Had to take care of the bed head hair. After shaving and brushing
teeth, I found some hair gel and dabbed just enough to give my blond hair a
subtle sheen. Returning to the bedroom, I dressed in last night’s clothes.
Checking the reflection in the mirror, I approved of my handiwork. ‘I’ll have
time to get to the barracks and change before 0730 muster,’ I considered.
Smelling coffee, I moved on.
As I entered the kitchen, I stopped dead in my
tracks at the dressed image in front of me. With my mouth partially open and
eyes wide, I approached Doug, dressed in his white, short-sleeve Naval
Officer’s summer uniform with Ltjg. shoulder boards.
Doug caught the reaction and smiled. “I operate
under a ‘Don’t ask, don’t tell’ mode until I know the other person. I guess we
can be honest with each other?”