by M. T. Pope
“I wonder what secrets these guys have got locked up in their heads.” I spoke my inner thoughts out loud. I was always curious whether all men functioned the same. I mean secret wise. Keeping them bottled up until it or they exploded. I wondered if women were better at keeping them than men.
A few minutes later, I cleaned up the small mess that I made and made my way back to my barrack. I wasn’t sure how this thing called life was going to work out, but I hoped that it would get better soon. I didn’t know how long I could remain “the quiet one.”
I had a book in my locker that was calling me to read it and I did just that. I read until I was sleepy. Tonight I went to bed hoping for a better tomorrow. It sounded clichéd but, hey, it’s the truth.
Chapter 12
Tasha
Family Time
“La de da ... la de da.” I hummed to myself as I folded some of my husband’s and children’s clothes in our laundry room. I was in a good mood. No, I was in a great mood. They all were upstairs watching television and playing while I was down in the basement doing my duty. A proud mother and wife was what I was proud to be.
I was glad that things had smoothed over for Kyle and my father. My mother assured me that everything was going to be okay and I knew that from previous experience I could trust her. “Momma knows best” was my motto. I was one now and I knew that I had to be a good example to my children, like my mother was to me.
My parents were coming over later on for a family dinner and family time. I loved having everybody at home and things going just right. Life couldn’t get any better than to have a good family and great food on a day like today. What more could I ask for?
I grabbed the wicker basket filled to the top with clothes and made my way back upstairs to put them away in the appropriate homes.
“Hey, babe.” My husband turned and looked at me on the sofa as he bounced the baby on his lap. I smiled inside when he said that. My husband was the perfect father. He was so good with the kids. “You need help with that?” he asked as he sat the baby in the baby swing.
“No, baby, I’m fine. It’s very light.” The truth was, my back was hurting a little bit, but I knew that this was a part of my job as a wife. I had to make it easy for my man since he was off working so hard to keep his family fed, clothed, and housed. “Thanks for asking though.” I leaned over really quickly and gave him a peck on the lips. The softness of them made me want to sex him really good later on tonight when my parents left and the children fell asleep.
I climbed the stairs and walked into the baby’s room to straighten up and then I did my room as well. Forty minutes later, I was downstairs in the kitchen, preparing to start the meal for the day. Meatloaf, cabbage, baked ziti, and rolls were on the menu, so I had to get started right away. It was 2:00 P.M. and my parents would be here at five o’clock sharp. We were an army family and we did everything on time.
I was in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on the dinner. I already had the table set for four plus the children’s highchairs when I heard the doorbell ring.
I gracefully put down the potholders and made my way to the front door. I heard Kaynon call out, “Nana” as I walked past the living room and opened the front door. This happened often and he knew like clockwork that his Nana was at the door.
“Hey, Ma. Hey, Daddy.” They both kissed me on the cheek as they entered. I took their coats and put them in the coat closet by the door. They immediately went into the living room with Kyle and the children.
“Dinner will be done in a few.” I peeked in momentarily and then headed back to the kitchen to finish up. Just as I got in the kitchen the timer for the rolls chimed, letting me know that they were done and ready to be pulled from the oven. I carefully removed them and placed them on the counter for a few minutes to let them cool. I grabbed the main dish and the sides and took them into the dining room and placed them in the center of the table.
I smiled as I walked into the living room to get everyone for dinner. “Dinner is served.”
“All right, baby girl.” My daddy smiled. I loved seeing my daddy smile. It meant he was proud of me. I smiled inside too. I prided myself on honoring my parents and making them proud. They were my first foundation, next to my husband.
“Smells good, baby girl.” My father sat down at the head of the table, while Kyle sat down at the other end. Momma and I were in the middle. She had Farrow and I had Kaynon.
I fixed Kyle his plate and my mother fixed Daddy’s. We did the same for the children.
“You sure are your mother’s daughter, because this meatloaf is a delicious.” He dug into his meatloaf and savored it with a satisfied moan.
“Thanks, Daddy.” I was floating on cloud nine.
“She sure is,” my mother chimed in.
Chapter 13
Henry
Let the Games Begin
We all sat at the dining room table savoring the great meal that my daughter had cooked. I looked over at Kyle across the table as he solemnly ate his food. We shared a few glances as the women were feeding the children. Lust made my dick stiff against my thigh as I thought about fucking him again. I wanted some ass today, right now. Only his ass would do.
“Kyle, you’re kind of quiet over there.” A sinister smile covered my face. “Is everything okay?”
“Yes, sir.” He looked at me plainly. “Everything is just fine.”
It had been a few weeks since our last sexual encounter and I knew that he thought that he was home free. I was just playing cat and mouse with him. I told my wife that I would let up on him and I did, but that was getting old. An old man like me needed some adventure, something to help me deal with the everyday stress. My son-in-law was the perfect scapegoat for my outlet.
“Oh ... okay, I was just asking.” I grabbed a roll from the bread basket and took a bite out of it. “The game is coming on later, how about you and I retire to the basement and look at it on that big plasma television while the ladies tend to the children and the dishes?”
“Oh, Daddy, that is a good idea,” Tasha chimed in with a bright smile. She didn’t know that she was sending her husband downstairs to be manhandled by me. I should have been ashamed of myself, but I wasn’t.
“I’m not really up to any games today.” He looked at me with a smile. He was a smart mouth little bastard. That was a turn-on for me. Didn’t he know by now that playing hard to get only made me play harder and for keeps? When would he ever learn?
“A www , come on baby.” Tasha gave him the puppy dog face that I knew would break him down.
He was quiet for a few seconds, but he eventually gave in.
“Okay.” That was all he could mutter in defeat. He faked a smile, but I knew that he was not feeling this situation. He knew that I was going to lay down the pipe when we got down in that basement. It was inevitable. I had two condoms in my wallet just for that purpose. The dinner was great, the kids were excellent, but free sex with your son-in-law was priceless.
Fifteen minutes later, we were down in the basement with the game on. I made a suggestion to Tasha and Christine to take the children to the park since it was such a nice day outside. They agreed and as soon as I heard that front door shut it was on between me and Kyle. I could feel his warm insides already waiting for me to make my way into his man hole.
“Daddy, we’re leaving,” Tasha yelled down the stairs at us. “You guys don’t have too much fun.”
“All right, baby girl.” I had already unzipped my pants and had my dick out as soon as she shut the door to the basement.
“You know the drill.” I looked over at Kyle, who was sitting in a La-Z-Boy recliner, acting like he was watching the game.
“Nah, man. It’s not going to happen.” He didn’t even look at me when he spoke. He was pissing me off. I couldn’t whip his ass in his house because that would leave too much to be explained.
“Boy, if you don’t get over here ... Don’t forget you’re in my fucking army now. You’re my lit
tle soldier and I am breaking you in every chance I get.”
“Damn, muthafucka, why can’t you find somebody else to fuck? I’m tired of this shit. You don’t care anything about your damn wife, your daughter? What about my children, man? Think about them, your grandchildren.” He sounded like he was on the verge of a breakdown.
“Am I fucking them?” I asked him.
“Your grandkids?” he asked, confused.
“Yes, muthafucka. I am not fucking them, I’m fucking you. Be concerned with me right now and not them.”
“Damn, you are a cold muthafucka.” He shook his head in disgust. I probably would have been disgusted too but, hey, I was running the show. I had nut in my sack waiting to be let loose.
“Yeah, man, whatever. Think about that shit while you sucking my dick. As a matter a fact, take that shit out on my dick. Put all that energy you using now into giving me some serious head. Do that.”
He got down on his knees and took me into his mouth and did just that. Within minutes I was cumming on his face; a record for an old man like myself.
I fucked him for almost an hour before I was exhausted. I took a nap on the sofa upstairs and was awakened by Kaynon jumping on my lap.
“Pop-pop.” He kissed me on the cheek. Instantly it made me feel like shit. I didn’t know how I could be so cruel. I guess the saying ‘hurt people hurt people’ comes into play. I picked him up and cradled him in my arms. I stared at him for a few seconds and my rocky childhood came flooding back. I put him down and patted him on the butt to send him over to his grandma. She had a blank look on her face.
“You ready to go, baby?” she asked as she looked at me intensely. “You look tired.”
“Yes, babe. I sure am.”
“Tasha, we’re leaving.” She was in the mini bathroom down the hall changing the baby. I got up and walked down the hall to where she was and gave her a kiss and a hug. My wife grabbed our coats and we made our way home.
Chapter 14
Kyle
Getting to Know You
I was back on the base and it was a few days from the last encounter with my father-in-law at my house. Staying away or avoiding him on base was damn near impossible. Although, lately he had been busy with some new recruits and had little time to harass me. I just hoped that he found some fresh meat in this bunch and left me alone for good. I knew that it was a selfish thing to ask but I felt myself slipping. The more I had sex with him, the more I wanted to do it with other men. It took me a long time to get away from my past and it seemed like my future with my family was slipping through my hands. I began to look at men in that way again and I began to have “gaydar” again. I needed an out and in a hurry. I was seriously thinking about a transfer to a different base in another state that was far, far away from her father and his drama. That was the only option that I could think of, but convincing my wife was a whole different story. She literally would have a mental conniption for sure. If I even mentioned pulling her away from her parents and to an unknown state with no family to support her she would die. It didn’t help that I would be on the base a lot of the time. I was between a rock and a hard place.
It was the afternoon and I was hungry. I did my work for the day and all I could think of doing was getting a hot meal from the canteen and laying myself down. It was last call when I walked into the canteen so I quickly grabbed a tray and made my way toward the food service area. The place had a few folks in it eating and socializing. I went through the line, selected my food, and found me a corner to eat in. I had a lot of thinking to do and I really didn’t want any bother. I nodded my head a few times at some brothers I associated with from time to time.
The food wasn’t all that like my wife’s cooking, but it did what it was supposed to do: fill me up.
“Hey, what’s up, soldier?” It was the quiet dude again. He was standing in front of me with his tray of food in hand. He wasn’t quiet anymore. “Can I have a seat?”
I looked around the room for a second. I wasn’t really sure what dude’s MO was but I decided to give him another chance after what happened the other day.
“Sure.” I nodded my head. He’s not a bad-looking dude, I thought. I didn’t notice that before.
“I wanted to apologize for the other day.” He had an apologetic frown on his face. “It was uncalled for and unprofessional.”
“Okay.”
“That’s all you have to say is okay?”
“Yes.” I nodded.
“Another one-word answer.” He shot back at me a look like, “What’s up with this dude?”
“Not much really for me to say,” I countered.
“Sergeant Harris must really have you wound up.”
The thought of his name made me tense up. The hairs on my arm stood up and my breath labored a little. I never had a panic attack before, but I knew the signs.
“Humph,” was all I could get out as I leaned back in my chair and breathed out a frustrated breath. I looked around the room again and noticed that a few of the people who were left inside had gotten up and left the canteen.
“Dude, I have something that could take his ass out of this muthafuckin’ army for good. I’m talking about a muthafuckin’ dishonorable discharge.” He was leaned over the table with a hushed tone. He had a dead serious look on his face. I perked up instantly.
“Oh, really.” I seemed interested but not overly so.
“Yeah, man. I got some stuff that would blow this base up. His ass wouldn’t even be able to show his face up in here ever again.”
“Is it really solid evidence?” My stress level immediately went down. I was on the beaches of Hawaii right now—basking in the breeze of freedom from Sergeant Harris. Yep, I was already there. I could see me and my wife rolling around in the sand while the kids made sandcastles.
“It’s as solid as you and me sitting right here right now.” His assurance was written all over his face.
“So what do I have to do to get this evidence and why are you so eager to help me out?” I wasn’t anybody’s fool. I knew that there was a catch with this.
“Well ...” He paused and then leaned over toward me again. “Four words: ‘don’t ask, don’t tell.’” A smile crept across his face.
“What’s that?” I played dumb. I didn’t know him from a bag of rocks. He wasn’t pulling out any information from me and then putting me on blast. Hell nah.
“Ha ha ha,” he laughed a little to himself. “You are very good.”
“That I know.” I smirked.
“Okay, let’s stop playing games. I know about you and I know you know about me.”
“Come again?” I said, playing dumb again.
“Your ass is like Fort Knox with the personal business.”
“I like it that way.” I smiled.
“I know you like it other ways, too.” He smiled harder than me. “I like it that way too.”
“Okay.” I folded my arms in front of my chest. “Where are you going with this?”
“I need me some in order to get you what you want.”
“Some?” I raised my eyebrows in curiosity.
“Yep, I think two helpings of some would suffice.”
“Let me think about it.”
“Don’t think too long. Things have a way of disappearing around here.” He got up from the table and turned around and bent over to tie his boot. He didn’t bend his knees. He had a very nice ass, to say the least. Think about giving him some had taken up residence in my mind and I knew that it was going to happen. Why not get me some in the process of taking Sergeant Harris down or the threat of it? It’s going to be one of the last times I do it anyway.
Should I feel guilty for even thinking about ending a man’s career? I mean this could really hurt my wife since she is a daddy’s girl. I didn’t want to hurt her, but I knew I had to do this. I had to at least get him to back up off of me. If I showed him the proof maybe he would leave me alone. He had a proof of my activities and I soon would have proof of
his. We would be even. I hoped.
A few minutes later, I put my trash in the trash and made my way back to my sleeping quarters. I was almost happy enough to skip my way back. Almost.
Chapter 15
Henry
Old Times
“What’s going on, soldier?” I was sitting in my car in the army parking lot getting ready to leave as an old acquaintance walked by. He had a tight, little bootie in his fatigue pants. I was always a sucker for round boy ass.
He froze like a deer caught in headlights. He was petrified, I could tell. I always had that effect on my boy toys. I needed them afraid of me and afraid to cross me.
“Good day, Sarge!” He saluted me. His smile was weak and fake. I didn’t care because I needed some ass and he was next in line.
“Where you headed to?” I inquired, not really caring about the answer though. I already had a change of plans for him.
“With you?” He already knew the deal.
“You know it.” I unlocked my passenger door so that he could get in. I was going to take him to the motel a mile or two from here and fuck his brains out and then go home.
“Nothing like old times, eh!” I smiled as I pulled off. He didn’t have on the happiest face, but I didn’t care. His faggot ass was scared to be outed and I used that against him as well. I always said that it was best to not keep secrets that you didn’t want anyone to use against you. Yeah, I know what you are thinking, he could easily find my wife and tell her about us, but I would then have to call his father—that was, a well-known anti–gay rights congressman—and let him know that his son has been taking little soldiers down his throat. How would it look for a congressman who could be our next president having a son who spent more time on his knees than a preacher? Our little secret was safe for sure. I had no doubt that he would keep quiet.