Hot Daddies, page 9
Markey’s teeth were chattering, so I crawled out of the water, knowing he would follow. To spare him further embarrassment, I kept my eyes averted as we dried off and dressed. I did the cooking, a trade-off for him cleaning up the gear afterward. Later, as darkness was wresting supremacy from light, we sat at a campfire and sucked on long-necked bottles of beer.
“How was it?” he asked out of the blue. “You know, the SEALS.”
“Great! Best time of my life.”
“Why’d you get out?”
I swallowed the temptation to tell him the truth. “Found out there was more money to be made outside the navy for doing the same thing.”
“I heard you were a soldier of fortune, but I didn’t believe it.”
“Why not?”
“You were so gung-ho.”
“You grow out of that pretty quick.”
He let a small silence grow as I sensed some of the hero worship leaking away. Then, “How come you went for the SEALS?”
“After boot, I got caught up in the spirit and put in for BUD/S training.”
“How was it?”
“Hell,” I said simply.
He grinned into the dying flames. “How about Hell Week?”
“Hell on steroids. You thinking about becoming a tadpole?”
That brought a quick frown and another swig from the bottle. “Naw. Not cut out for it. Wouldn’t fit in,” he added enigmatically.
I left it where it was, and we sat around languidly nipping at the beer, me relating carefully selected bits and pieces of the last ten years while the night slipped away. I even told him a little about Beet.
“Beet? How’d he get a name like that?”
“His last name was Borak, and that’s Polak for a beet farmer.” I tried to bleed the emotion from my voice. “He was a great guy.”
“Sounds like he was your bud. You know, your pal.” He paused before adding. “Special.”
“Yeah, he was. I mustered out and turned mercenary with him. That’s how special he was.”
“Guess guys get close like that when they’re living and fighting together.”
“It happens,” I allowed. Had he sensed our true relationship?
“You ever kill anybody with your hands?” Another one from out of the blue.
“Yes,” I answered quietly. This was getting a little intense.
“How did you do it? Cut the guy’s throat?” I shook my head mutely. “Then how? Show me.” He looked stricken. “Sorry, didn’t mean to get so personal.”
“If I show you, I might get carried away.” I tried for some humor.
“That’s okay,” he responded. “I absolve you in advance.”
“You might, but the law won’t. Stand up,” I ordered, my voice a little sharper than intended. As he rose, I slipped away from the fire and melted into the trees. A second later, I heard him call to me.
“Daniel? Where are you, man?”
I silently circled the camp. From his occasional shouts, I judged he was growing nervous. This wasn’t the way he had planned for the game to go.
Understanding he would shift his stance continuously to watch for me, I eased behind a fat water oak directly to his left. When he turned to check another direction, I slipped up behind him and threw my left arm around his throat. My right thumb pressed gently against his carotid. He gave a strangled gasp and started to struggle, but quit when I pressed harder. His artery pulsed wildly beneath my thumb.
“That’s the way I did it,” I whispered with my lips against his ear. I eased the pressure but was loath to release him from my embrace.
He leaned against me in relief. “You scared the hell out of me, man. But…but it was sort of exciting, too. I didn’t even hear you. I knew you were coming, but I never heard a thing.”
“You weren’t supposed to.” My index finger flexed involuntarily against his cheek, caressing the light stubble of his invisible beard. His hair smelled clean and masculine. The length of his body rested against me, setting my groin afire. Abruptly, I released him and stepped away before any damage was done. “That’s the way I did it,” I said again.
“Awesome!” He rubbed his throat where my arm had been.
“No, it was horrible. It’s an incredible high until you realize the thing lying at your feet had been a living, breathing man. Then the excitement leaches away fast.”
“So you didn’t like the killing part, huh?”
“No sane man likes it, Markey. And I certainly never did except—” I bit down on my tongue.
“Except when?”
“Except when I was killing the animals who slaughtered my…friend. And I wasn’t too sane at the time.” I drew a shaky breath. “Well, I’m turning in.”
“Yeah, me, too. It’s been a full day with my first buck and all. And…well, being with you. You know, hearing about your experiences.”
“For me, too. It was good to see what kind of a man the kid next door grew up to be.”
“A disappointment probably.”
“Why would you say that? You’re a handsome, healthy young man and a good person as far as I can see.”
“Maybe. Sometimes I wonder.”
“Anything you need to talk out?”
That slight hesitation and shake of the head again. “No. I’m okay.”
Deciding to let him off the hook, I stripped to my skivvies and slipped into a sleeping bag laid out in the back of my SUV. Markey’s white jockeys made his flesh seem even darker as he crawled into his own fart bag beside me. We said our good nights and a silence grew, broken only by the call of night creatures and the squawk of a loon somewhere at the far end of the lake.
“Daniel, is it true they drownproof you in BUD/S? How do they do that?”
“They tie your ass up and dump you in the water. The first thing you learn is not to panic. When you get over being afraid, you learn to bob your way to the surface and to the shore.”
“Kinda like a real seal, huh?”
“Yep, just not as graceful.”
He let the silence go on longer this time. “Daniel, I…I missed you, man. Thought about you a lot. Your mom used to let me read your letters.”
“I missed you, too, kid.”
“No you didn’t. You were out there doing all kinds of exciting things. You didn’t think about the pesky little kid back home.”
“You’d be surprised. Mom kept me up on your life. I even have some pictures she sent.”
“You do? Which pictures?”
“Photos of you in your football uniform, your graduation, things like that.”
“Awesome. I thought you’d forgot all about me.”
“No way, kid. You were my little brother, you know.”
“And you were my…” The voice died away.
“Your what?”
“Idol, I guess.”
I turned to face him. “That’s not what you were going to say, is it?”
He dipped his head. “Daniel, if I tell you something, will you hate me?”
I chuckled softly. “I could never hate you, Markey.”
“Don’t be so sure. But never mind.” He flopped over on his side.
I clasped his naked shoulder, pulling him onto his back. “Not so fast, buster. You can’t give an intro like that and then just walk away from it. Say it, Markey, and trust me to handle it, okay?”
“I…” the voice dropped to a mumble. “I have feelings for you.”
“So do I, buddy.”
“No!” he cried in an anguished voice. “Not…not like that. I have feelings for you! I want to do things with you. But…but I don’t know what!”
I swallowed hard. “What are you saying, kid?”
“Kid! Yeah, what are you saying, kid?”
“Sorry, but to an old dog like me, you are a kid.”
A silence grew. Well, you fucked that one, I thought. I debated pushing him some more, and then he spoke.
“Daniel, how do you know if you’re…”
“You’re what?”
I sensed rather than saw his shrug. “Different.”
“Everybody’s different, Markey. That’s what makes us who we are.”
“I’m not talking psychology. I’m different.”
I threw back my sleeping bag and came up to rest on my elbow. “Okay, man, it’s time to talk turkey here. Say what you mean.”
“How do you know if you’re…well, gay?”
That one hit me between the eyes. “You try it with another man. If you want to slug him when it’s over, then you’re not. If you don’t give a shit one way or the other, you were probably just experimenting. If you can’t wait to try it again, then you probably are.”
He turned to face me, and even in the faint light, I saw him examine my naked torso. “Who do you try it with?”
“Someone you like. A buddy. Someone who won’t go berserk on you afterward.”
His Adam’s apple moved. “Can I try it with you?”
“Me?” My mouth went dry.
“Sorry,” he backed off. “But I’ve been wanting to try it so bad. And I don’t know anyone safe. I mean—”
“I know what you mean.”
“I love you, Daniel,” he said so softly I wasn’t sure I heard him right.
“That’s kind of fast, man. I just got back.”
“No. I’ve loved you since before you went away,” he said, swiveling his head away from me.”
“You were only eight years old then.”
“Didn’t matter. I still felt that way. Thought maybe you felt it back. Nobody ever treated me like you did. Practically like a grown-up…like you were.”
I laughed softly. “Shit, I wasn’t even a grown-up myself.”
“You were to me…the most grown-up guy I knew.”
I put a palm to his cheek and turned his head to me. Silver shafts of light in the onyx corneas made them gleam like black fire.
“I didn’t know,” I whispered.
“Remember how I used to feel your muscles after we worked out? I always hoped you’d feel mine back, but you never did.”
“Didn’t mean I didn’t want to.”
“Did you?” he asked, flopping on his side to face me.
“Yeah, but I didn’t have the nerve. If I had touched you, something would have happened, and you were too young. Hell, you probably didn’t even know anything about things like that.”
“Then how come I’d go home and play with my pecker afterward? The first time I came, Daniel, I was thinking of you.”
I didn’t know what to say, so I kept my mouth shut.
“I waited for you,” he added. “I mean I haven’t done it with anybody. Three guys wanted to get with me, but I turned them down.”
“Three guys in Victor?” I asked incredulously. There couldn’t have been three gays in that little burg, but, of course, it wouldn’t just be gays trying to climb this guy’s butt. Markey could make straights cream in their britches by just blinking those sable lashes...and he probably didn’t even know it.
“Yeah, in Victor and, you know, on football trips. But I always said no because I was afraid it would make the picture I had of you…of us…go away.”
“What about girls?”
“Well, I sort of did it to one.”
I laughed aloud. “How do you sort of do it to a girl?”
His giggle was a release of nervous energy. “By trying it in the backseat of a car and not getting it in her very good. I came all over both of us.”
“And you never went back to give it a proper try?”
His eyes glistened. “Too embarrassed. And besides, it wasn’t like I thought it would be…like it would be with us. You know, you’n me.”
“Kid, do you know what you’re saying?”
“Making a fool out of myself, I guess. But, Daniel, I know what I want.”
“And if you get it, it’ll be like with that girl, a disappointment. You’ve got this romantic picture painted in your head, and that’s not the way it will be. There’ll be smells and emissions and sweat and grunting and—”
“Oh, man, I hope so! But that doesn’t mean it won’t be good, does it?”
That gave me pause. “Kid, it’ll be earth-shaking for me, but I’m not sure how it will turn out for you. Nobody can know… not up front. And remember one thing. We could end up not being friends anymore.”
He wrinkled his nose in the darkness. “How come? Why wouldn’t we be friends? I mean, after something that awesome?”
“You might be so disgusted you won’t want to lay eyes on me again.”
“Maybe I don’t really know how I’ll feel afterward, but one thing I know for damned sure. I’ll always want you for my friend, Daniel. You’re a habit, man.”
“Yeah, but maybe I’m a bad habit.”
“No way.” It got awfully quiet in the back of the SUV. Then he spoke again. “Course, you probably don’t want me for a friend now you know I’m qu—uh, feel that way about you. But I finally got it out in the open, and it’s been clogging up my insides for as long as I can remember. I just hope I don’t pay too big a price for opening my big mouth.”
He stirred restlessly as I grappled for an answer. I could have ignored my raging lust and eased him away gently, but he deserved honesty.
“No, Markey. You won’t lose my friendship. If you don’t know by now that I’ve got feelings for you, too, then I’m a better actor than I thought.”
“You do?” he asked eagerly, those big eyes flashing ebony light like an otherworldly alien. He reached for me but lost his nerve; his hand fell into the space between us.
“Yeah, I do. How could I not? You’re so fucking handsome…and sexy.”
“I am?” The amazement was genuine. He had no idea how hunky he was. “So…so what do we do now?”
“Markey, if you insist on this, then you’re going for one hell of a ride. When you come out the other side you’ll either be dazzled or revolted. Whichever way it is, I’m still available for friendship. I just hope you are.”
I rose to my elbow and leaned over him. His eyes were huge, questioning, expectant. I lowered my lips to his, catching him by surprise. He drew a sharp breath. After a moment, he relaxed beneath my touch. Then he returned the kiss, his lips softening, his mouth parting, his tongue timidly exploring. In an explosion of breath, I ground my lips against his, glorying in the electricity of the moment. When I drew away, he came with me, holding on to my neck. He was halfway out of the sleeping bag, his naked torso exciting even in the semidarkness. On his knees, he rolled his jockeys down over his thighs. The shiny glans of an engorged cock caught the moonlight, a glistening pearl of precum at the slit.
Markey fell atop me, sending his thick erection down my throat. His cry of pleasure conjured images of another cock, a fat, throbbing column of living flesh I would never again be privileged to take. With a sob, I threw him on his back and examined him. He was larger than Beet…everything that mattered was measured against Warren Borak…but not as thick through the root. I tongued the slit and slipped my lips over the bulbous crown, slowly riding the shaft to his groin, burying my nose in his clean, black bush, drawing cries of astonishment from his cherry lips. I slowly climbed the pole, keeping up a slight suction as I reached the end. Then I tongued the underside down into his testicles. His legs spasmed before opening to my touch. I took the stones in my mouth, testing their firmness. Innocence, I thought. This was what innocence tasted like…firm, strong, clean, pulsing, exciting…fucking wonderful!
“Oh, Daniel!” he moaned as I moved a hand over his lean chest. “Oh, man! Oh, Danny! Oh…oh…oh…”
I came off him and licked my way to his chest with his excited cock throbbing against my chest. He shivered when I licked a nipple and groaned when I nipped the other. His breath came raggedly, his chest heaved. A fine sheen of sweat on his forehead shone in the gloomy truck.
“Do it again,” he begged, his broad hands on my shoulders, pushing me back down his torso. I laughed softly as I tongued him all the way down into his curly bush. I held his bucking cock steady and went to work in earnest, washing the big glans and bobbing up and down on the shaft rhythmically. But it was another cock I took down my throat. A familiar shaft, a loving, comfortable column of flesh. I moaned his name in my head… Beet! Beet! Beet!”
“Ohhh, Daniel! I…I didn’t know it would be…be so…so good!”
Finally, I began to discern differences. This column was longer, harder to take to the root. The aroma was different, the verbal entreaties not so gruff, the hands cradling my head more gentle. Beet slowly departed, bestowing a crooked smile on his successor.
Then, as his thinner, younger baritone vocalized his ecstasy, it was Markey I was pleasuring. I clasped his buttocks and pulled him up, lifting him off the floor of the vehicle. With a groan, he thrust his hips, driving his big cock into me, coming with a mighty roar and a geyser of tangy cum. The force of his contractions drove gouts of semen down my throat, almost strangling me. For a moment, I thought he had gone into convulsions. His body thrashed in my hands. He whined as he tried to force himself farther down my throat. Then he suddenly collapsed back onto the sleeping bag. Had he not been gasping desperately for oxygen, I would have feared he’d died of his efforts.
I held him in my mouth as that magnificent hard-on slowly softened. Giving the slit a final lick, I sat up beside him. His arm was across his eyes; my worst fears were realized. He was repulsed by shame and fear: shame at flaunting convention; fear of deviant longings.
Ignoring my own painful erection, I moved back to my own bag.
“Danny…uh, Daniel?” A hand caught my arm.
I paused. “Yeah, kid?”
“Can I try it? I mean, I won’t do it good like you did, but can I try?”
“You want to suck me?” I asked, a smile lifting the corners of my mouth.
“Blow job. They call it a blow job, don’t they?” He peeked out from beneath his arm.
I laughed aloud. “You bet they do! And don’t worry about doing a good job. Touch me with those handsome lips, and I’ll cum all over everything.”
He pushed me on my back and hovered over me. Timidly, he tongued a nipple. I shivered in delight. After giving attention to the other one, he laid his head on my chest.
