by M. T. Pope
“Nah, man. I’m not with this shit,” I protested.
“Bitch, shut the fuck up and sit back!” he threatened me with his fist held high. That didn’t deter me though. I was not into the gay shit at all.
“Man, you’re going to have to beat my ass in this muthafucka before I let you do anything to me.” I pushed up off the chair again, and that was when I felt the hardest punch in my life land against my jaw. It sent me back down on the sofa like a brick out a window.
“Ah fuck nah, man.” I felt a bruise on my jaw. I got up and started swinging and holding my own, until he got me with a haymaker that knocked me on my butt for the last time.
I was weak, dazed, and confused, but I still tried to fight back. It was a futile effort, because he flexed his arm like he was going to hit me again and I flinched with the memory of the last punch on my mind. I gave up.
“That’s what the fuck I thought.” He hovered over me for a second before he pulled my shorts all the way down and flipped me over on my stomach and propped my butt in the air. He stuck his face in between my butt and started to lick savagely.
“You like that?” I didn’t answer. I was praying to God for this to be over fast or to have someone interrupt us.
“You hear me, muthafucka?” He swung and connected with the back of my head. “Answer me, bitch.”
“Ahhh uhhhh,” I moaned in pain and shame.
“I bet your soft ass do.” He spoke in between licks. “I’ve been looking at this juicy ass all school year. I wanted to see what it tasted like and now I am. You got you a nice bubble butt.” He smacked it before he dived in again. I couldn’t describe the feeling of what I was going through with too many words, but one came to mind: shame. I knew then that what people said about him was true, but I wondered how many of the guys who were here experienced what I was presently experiencing. I would never know now because I was definitely not asking around.
When it couldn’t get any worse he stuck a finger in my asshole.
“Ahhhh.” I was almost screaming like a girl.
“If you don’t shut the fuck up I will beat your ass again. You’re going learn to like this shit right here.”
My pride wouldn’t let me cry, but I sure enough wanted to. I was still a virgin and I didn’t think my first sexual experience would be this. I wanted to be with a woman. The way some of the guys talked about pussy in school made me thirst for it. I lay in bed thinking about it constantly. Now I was in a basement ass out, literally.
“I’m about to fuck this tight ass right here.” He stuck two fingers in and smacked it again. I bit on to the sofa cushion in anger. I heard some paper rustling behind me and then I felt what I knew was his dick pressed against my asshole. I squirmed as much as I could until he punched me in my side, almost knocking the air out of me.
“That’s right; bite on that muthafuckin’ pillow. I’m about to punish this fresh ass.”
The pain that I felt in that next moment made tears come to my eyes. I had never felt pain like it in my life. It was like having your whole hand slammed in a car door repeatedly.
“Damn, you tight,” he said as he forced all of him in me slowly. The pain was causing me to tremble and shake involuntarily, but he didn’t stop. “You shaking now, but in a few minutes you’ll love it.” I seriously doubted it. I didn’t know how men did this on the regular. It was pure torture.
“Yeah, there we go.” He started pumping me slowly. He was leaned over me with his tongue licking my ear and face. I was silent as I could be. “Damn, this ass is good.” He moaned and then he ground his hips into my butt.
“You like this dick?” I nodded to appease him. Truth was it was still killing me each second. “I bet you do.”
He began to pick up the pace and pump me harder. Minutes went by and he was still fucking me. And yes, eventually the pain went away and then “it” happened. I began to like it, but I didn’t let him know that. He eventually pulled out and he released on my back. I lay there for a few more minutes and then I slowly eased myself up. When I went to sit on my butt I winced in pain.
“It will go away by the time you get home.” He offered me some consolable words that I really didn’t care about at that moment. “Call your parents and let them know you are ready to go.” He walked out of the room like what just happened didn’t happen. I was flabbergasted and baffled. This couldn’t have been the first time he did this.
I called my parents and mustered up a straight voice so that they wouldn’t think that anything was wrong.
Before they came I went into the bathroom and looked at my face. There was a small scrape on my face, and I was glad that nothing else showed up on my dark skin. I also threw back some Listerine for my breath and some Clear Eyes to get rid of my red eyes that I had from the weed. I didn’t need my parents questioning me about anything. And if they did I just would say that we were roughhousing and one of the guy’s class rings grazed my face.
My parents came and picked me up and they asked me how my day was. I faked a bright, cheery smile and told them it was the best time of my life. I knew that I didn’t want to ever go over to Jerrold’s house again and each time my parents suggested it, I declined. That didn’t last long, because one day they had to go out of town for a funeral, which I hated attending, and I had to stay over at Jerrold’s house once again. They didn’t trust me in the house by myself. They went on and on about parties, sex, and all of that stuff. I couldn’t believe that I was an eighteen-year-old still being bossed around by my parents. It was either a funeral or Jerrold’s house. I chose the latter, because I knew that Jerrold’s parents would be home. I knew that he wouldn’t try anything with his parents’ home. I was wrong. The parents were traditional parents too; we had to sleep in his room and not on the living room sofa or floor like I wanted to do, alone. You can’t believe how many times Jerrold violated me those nights in his room. He made me do the same things that he did to me weeks earlier and yes, knowing that it was wrong, I enjoyed them. That whole summer we were butt buddies and even after I went to college I continued to be sexually involved with men.
That was, up until I met Tasha in my sophomore year at Virginia State University. I was interning at a software company and she was too. We both complained about the job and how we were both looking for something else. We hit it off immediately and got serious fast. She was my first girlfriend. From the first day we met we clicked. I told her about my family and she did the same. She was an only child and an army brat. She was the one who suggested that I go into the army instead of pursuing my career in computer technology. Since her father was a sergeant in the army, I talked to him a few times and then I dropped out of college and enlisted in the army. My parents were livid. Mainly my mother, because my father thought it was a good idea. He always thought I was too soft, because I never really played or liked sports. That was six years ago, and now I’m a happily married man with two kids and a wife.
“Honey, your water is getting cold,” I heard my wife yell down the steps at me.
“I’ll be right up.” I cleaned my plate and made my way upstairs to where my family was. I had to find a way to get my father-in-law to back off of me. I just didn’t know how.
Chapter 4
Christine
Same Ol’, Same Ol’
“Hey, baby.” I kissed my husband on the cheek as he entered the house. I had waited in a chair by the door for him to arrive, and when I heard his car pull up the driveway I opened the door to let him in. He looked exhausted. I took his jacket and hung it up on the coat rack. He walked into the dining room and sat down at the dining room table.
“How was your day, baby?” I asked as I bent down to take off his shoes and replace them with his slippers.
“Same ol’ same ol’.” He frowned. “Ordered some ingrates around and kept everything in order—like I always do.” My husband had worked hard in his military career. He was a much-decorated officer and everyone took him seriously. He was a force to be reckoned wi
th. On my few trips to the base, everywhere we walked people saluted and gave him his due. I was proud to be his wife and even prouder to take care of his home. He was the man of the house and I made him feel that way every day that he walked through that door. They say good men are hard to find, but I knew that I had one. My husband was a good provider for me and Tasha and he never let us down. He took the army pledge to be all that he could be to his heart for his country and his family.
“A www ... Baby, I’m so glad you are home.” I rubbed his cheek with my hand and slid it under his chin and kissed him on the lips. “Let me go and get your plate of food out of the oven.” I sashayed into the kitchen, pulled his plate out of the oven, and poured him a big glass of sweet tea. I walked back into the dining room with a little more switch in my hip. I was forty-four years old but I still had some sexiness in me that rivaled any twenty-something beauty.
“Babe, what would I do without you? You are still the prettiest thing in this whole wide world,” he spoke, and I grinned as I set his plate down in front of him. He always knew how to sweet talk me. In fact, that is how we meet.
Twenty years ago, I was waiting tables in a restaurant in Hampton, Virginia when he walked in the door. He was all decked out in his army attire looking all dapper and well put together. I was working in one of those diner-type restaurants so I had to work the counter as well. He plopped down at the counter and that was when I looked into his big brown eyes and fell in love. He had a million-dollar smile that lit up the room.
“What can I get you today, sir?” I asked as I poured another customer some coffee.
“Well, beautiful, what do you suggest I eat? I’m pretty sure your sweet self could pick something right tasty for a man to eat.” He had a deep Southern drawl so I knew he was new to this area.
“Well, thank you, kind sir. I would recommend our feast for a king meal, since I know a big, strapping guy like you has to serve our country on a full stomach. I couldn’t have you out there on the line without proper nourishment.” I smiled.
“All right, Chrissy. I’ll take it.” He called me by my nickname, which was on my name badge. “And let me have a cup of that fine coffee I know you put your heart into.”
“Sure thing.” I grabbed him a cup and poured him a cup. “Cream and sugar?”
“Cream, yes ... but I got enough sugar from your sweetness to last me a lifetime.”
I couldn’t help but blush. We talked as he ate and in between me waiting on tables. I found out that he was from Tennessee and he was stationed right here in Virginia. He was an only child and an army brat. I filled him in on me and from that day forward he would come into the restaurant and order the same meal. We started dating shortly after that and within a year we were married. Over twenty years later and we were still as happy as could be.
“Baby, I’m going upstairs to run you a bath, don’t take too long. I don’t want the water to get cold on you.”
“I won’t, babe. I’ll be right up after I finish.”
With that I walked out of the living room and up to the bathroom to prepare his bath. I loved being a housewife, and taking care of my man and his house was a full-time job.
My husband made it upstairs in a few more minutes. I had his bathwater ready and he eased down into it. I was kneeling down beside him with a sponge, ready to wash him up.
“Aaahhh, boy. What a day.” He leaned back in the tub and I began to wash him up with a sponge. Some people probably thought that this was too much for a wife to do, but my husband provided well and it was my wifely duty to supply all his comforts when he got home. I enjoyed washing up my husband.
“I know you are tired, babe. That’s why I’m going to give you the treatment you deserve.” I worked up a lather in the sponge and washed up his whole body, from his feet all the way up to his chest. “You have fun today whipping all of those soldiers into shape?”
“Sure did.” He smiled. “One in particular I had to make an example out of. I gave him some special punishment.” His smile was wide across his face. He then closed his eyes, lifted his arms, and put his hands behind his head. I washed his underarms and then he leaned forward so I could get to his nice, strong back.
“You work him over good, baby? Showed him who was in charge?” I loved when he was happy. It made me happy. There is nothing like a happy and content man making a living for his family.
“Yes, I sure did.” He nodded his head. “He’s stubborn, though. I might have to work him over on the regular to get him into shape.”
“Do what you got to do, baby.” I got up off of my knees, grabbed a towel off of the towel rack, and waited for my husband to get out of the tub.
“You know I will,” he said as he got out of the tub.
He stood there in the middle of our bathroom as I dried him off.
“Thanks, babe.” He kissed me on the forehead and left the bathroom for our bedroom. I already had his undergarments out on the bed, waiting for him. He put them on and then we both got into bed to get a good night’s sleep for the next day.
Chapter 5
Kyle
Bonding
Lake Chesdin is in the east-central part of the state, in Petersburg, Virginia, and that was where we were headed again. It was just a couple of weeks past our last encounter at his office. The sergeant and I were on one of our sexual excursions once again. The first time we came to this lake was a year into my marriage to his daughter, and he said that we should do some male “bonding.” His words, not mine. I didn’t think that that was to be taken literally, with his dick bonded to my ass, but that is what happened. That shit still played in my head like it was yesterday.
We were sitting in a boat with our lines out on the water, waiting for a bite. I never knew that the sergeant was waiting for his opportunity to bite as well. His being gay was the last thing I would have thought about him. In fact, he was belligerently flagrant with his gay slurs before my wife told him about my past. I was hesitant, but I manned up and did the right thing. I wanted to go into my new life with everything on the table.
“Son, go on ahead and take a shower first, and then I’ll take one. We got to get up early again tomorrow to get us some more fish.” This was hours after sitting on the lake and catching a few fish. I had to admit the conversation was pleasant. We talked about sports a lot and my future in the army. He said that I had a promising career and I believed him. Even after I came clean with my past it seemed that he embraced me as the son he never had. That was, until later that night when I was sound asleep in my bed.
I was sleeping good, thinking about my wife and our newborn son, who was delivered only a month earlier, when the sergeant slipped into my bed and under the covers and snuggled up to me. His warm body pressing against my naked back shocked me like I was dipped in freezing cold water.
“What the fuck!” I bolted out of the bed and quickly turned on the lights to the room.
“What’s wrong, son?” He was butterball naked. Can you imagine a man the size of the big black brother in The Green Mile in the bed naked? Well I had a full view that night. To say I was shocked is an understatement.
“You don’t like what you see?” He smiled and pulled back the covers to expose his entire naked body. I shook my head in confusion.
“Huh?” was all I could get out.
“Don’t act as if you don’t want this.” He grinned and stroked his dick, which was bigger than average, but not huge.
“What?” I tried not to look at his dick. I focused on his face. But my eyes quickly went back to his erection. “What the hell is going on? What’s wrong with you? I’m your daughter’s husband. You can’t be in here like this. This is wrong.”
“It’s wrong and I don’t want to be right.” He laughed. I didn’t see anything funny at all.
“Sir, you have to go. This is not going to happen.” I spoke with authority and confidence.
“On the contrary, it is going to happen and it will happen all night long.” His facial express
ion had change from happy to firm. I knew this look all too well. It was his no-nonsense look that he got when we were on the base. I had seen dudes reduced to tears when he got like this. But I was not going to budge on this one. I had left my past in the past and I wanted it to stay that way.
“Sorry, sir, it’s not.” I opened the door to the room and pointed out into the hallway. “Go!”
He got up and sat on the side of the bed and looked at me for a few seconds.
“Boy, I didn’t think you had those types of balls in you.” He smiled.
“Well, I have to do what I have to do.” I spoke like I had won a big war.
“Too bad I have to bring you to your knees.” He looked at me with the serious face again. At this point, I was thinking he was a lunatic and I needed to get my ass out of there before he tried to kill me or something.
I turned to go out of the door.
“If you so much as cross that door seal, I will have your ass dishonorably discharged for indecent exposure and disorderly conduct by an officer. You know there is a quiet but standing policy in the army. You know what that is?”
I remained quiet. I didn’t want to say the words.
“Answer me, soldier!” he barked. “What is it?”
“Don’t ask, don’t tell,” I mumbled.
“I can’t hear you.” He spoke like I was in an army lineup.
“Don’t ask, don’t tell,” I spoke louder.
“Right. That policy keeps faggots like you safe. You like being safe, don’t you, officer?”
I nodded my head.
“I thought so.” He smiled again. “Now get over her and get on your knees for your country.”
That was the beginning of a sex-filled night. And to make matters worse, he had a DL brother on the base record me giving a couple of guys blow jobs against my will. He made me watch it and the only thing that was shown was me giving head to some blocked-out faces. So, like I said before, he had my life, career, wife, and kids in his hands. On these trips I just blocked out what we did and tried to keep a positive attitude. And that was so hard to do. It brings to mind that passage in the Bible that says, “For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do.” I just needed an out and anyone would do right now. I loved my wife and children and my career. And now I was falling back into some very dangerous territory with the sergeant. I didn’t want to start to get messy and lose everything I worked hard for.