by Guy Willard
So engrossed was I that the sound of a light tread behind us startled me. I’d completely forgotten about the possibility of anyone seeing us. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw a man standing at the entrance of the niche watching us with a drink in his hand. It was too dark to tell how old he was or if he was good-looking, but he was definitely tall and well-built. Julian realized from my reaction that there was someone else with us. I leaned down to whisper into his ear, “Don’t look now, but we’ve got company.”
“Was he watching us?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, don’t stop now.”
“All right.”
He twisted his face around so we could kiss, and I continued fucking him.
I heard some twigs cracking behind me, and before I knew it, our watcher in the dark was up against me, his hand sliding along my butt, caressing me. It felt good. I became even more aroused, and my pumping became frenzied. His hands slipped up my chest and came to rest on my nipples. I felt my nipples being rubbed and stroked...and then pinched, tightly. I shut my eyes as a sigh trembled out of me. Suddenly the hand went away. Glancing back over my shoulder, I saw the man undoing his pants, reaching down to pick up the Vaseline I’d dropped. As he began lubricating himself with it, my heart began to pound.
I closed my eyes and concentrated on fucking Julian. But when I felt a hand touch my butt again, I stopped pumping. The cheeks of my own butt were slowly being spread apart, and as always, the feeling of cool air against my anus made my stomach knot up in excitement. Though I was still buried deep inside Julian, I stood absolutely still, trying to relax my muscles, even as I continued to fondle Julian’s dick.
Then I felt the touch of something warm against my hole, and a steady pressure there. I let my sphincters relax and concentrated on letting myself give. Slowly the man pushed his way inside me, and as I reveled in the delicious sensation, I felt Julian’s sphincters clench tighter around my dick. Quickly I covered the head of his dick with one hand and firmly massaged his shaft with the other. His body stiffened and trembled, and then I heard his groan as warm moisture spurted copiously onto the palm of my hand. I continued to milk his dick dry as the unknown man’s breathing at my ear became agitated. Then I began moving slowly in and out of Julian’s hole, feeling the man at my back synchronize his movements to mine. We were moving in tandem, each of my thrusts being answered in back by a slightly delayed thrust of his. Abruptly our rhythm picked up speed, settling into a steady jog, the universal beat that feels so good. And then I heard his sucked-in breath and a tiny cry as he came inside me. Simultaneously I bit hard into Julian’s shoulder trying to muffle my own cry as I shot off deep into his ass. From my squeezed fist, Julian’s cum dribbled onto the ground below. The three of us remained like that for a long moment, breathing hard, locked into each other, feeling drained. And then there was a soft cry from somewhere nearby. I realized that we’d been putting on a show for yet others out in the dark. Another soft cry sounded, and then another, as our invisible watchers variously had their own orgasms.
The day I got my final discharge from the Navy was like any other day in transit. At morning muster, my name was on the special list called out by the chief at quarters. I went with a group of others to an administrative building where a bored clerk—a yeoman second class—handed out our orders alphabetically. One boy gave a loud whoop when he got his, but the rest of us accepted ours in silence. I noticed an enigmatic older man, tall and gray-haired, receive his with stony-faced dignity.
Back in the barracks, I changed out of my work uniform for the last time. Since I’d already sent most of my gear home by mail, all I had was a couple of changes of clothes which would easily fit into a small knapsack. In my civvies I left the barracks and headed toward the gate feeling like an imposter, a sailor disguised as a civilian. My two years in the Navy had accustomed me to thinking of myself as a sailor. I didn’t feel like a free man yet.
At the telephone exchange I stepped inside and found an empty booth away from the others, then dialed the number on the piece of paper in my hand. It was the number for the quarterdeck of Julian’s ship. The petty officer of the watch had the word passed for Julian, and in about three minutes his voice came on the line.
“Hello?”
“Julian, it’s me. Bill. I’m officially a civilian now.”
“Congratulations.”
“What time do you get off work today?”
“At four.”
“Great. I’ll be waiting for you at the usual place, then.”
“All right. I can’t wait to see you.”
“Me too, buddy.”
When I hung up I glanced down at myself. Just hearing his voice had given me a hard-on.
I thought of everything I had to do today. First, I would go to the Army-Navy store on Broadway and sell all my uniforms. And whatever they wouldn’t take, I would throw away. I wanted to keep nothing that would remind me of the Navy. Next, I had to go to the bank to cash a check. The Navy had provided me with airfare to get home, calculated by mileage, but since I didn’t plan to fly home right away, I could use that money as I liked.
I picked up the phone again. There was another call I had to make. My parents should know that I wouldn’t be coming home anytime soon. I thought of how the news should be phrased. I met someone very special the other day, and we plan to live together for a while. The money I’ve been saving up should easily cover the costs of renting an apartment in town. Yes, I’m in love, really in love, for the first time in my life. His name is Julian and he’s absolutely gorgeous. I’ll bring him home someday to meet you. Yes, you heard right. It’s a boy. Yes. Yes, I am. And always have been. And damned happy about it, too.
I glanced at my watch. It was a weekday, so my father would be away at work. It would be my mother who answered the phone.
I dialed the number and listened to the ringing signal. One. Two. Three. On the fourth ring the phone was picked up.