Don't Ask, Don't Tell

by M. T. Pope

  We got to the motel and I waited in the car while he paid and got the key to our room. I never let anyone see my face when I came out to do these types of things. I had a reputation to keep and a job as well.

  When we got into the room he immediately did what was expected.

  “Ahhh.” I rubbed the top of his head and then palmed it as he took me into his mouth. His mouth was so warm, almost hot as an oven. It was just like riding a bike; because once you learn how to suck a dick there is no way to unlearn it. My dick fit into his mouth like O.J. Simpson and that bloody glove: tight like a muthafucka. “Damn, you still got it.” He ignored me as he continued to assault my piece with his mouth.

  I was thrusting and thrusting into his mouth. I sat down on the bed because I was a little tired from my day’s work.

  He was giving me the head of my life and then I felt my phone ringing on the side of waist.

  “Hello,” I answered the phone. My breathing was a little labored. He was sucking me like a Hoover vacuum.

  “Hey, baby.” My wife spoke sweetly into the phone. “Is everything okay? You’re breathing hard.”

  “I’m just training another soldier.”

  “This late?”

  “Yes, this late,” I countered. “Is there a problem?”

  “No, no.” She backed down quickly. “I was just asking. I’m sorry, baby.”

  “Yeah, okay. Don’t let it happen again.” I was lying back on the bed while talking to her. The job the soldier was doing on my dick caused my midsection to rise up off of the bed involuntary. ”Look, I have to go. I’ll see you when I get home.” I hung up the phone.

  She knew not to disturb me when I was at work and to wait for me to get home. She was only to call me in times of emergency. We were going to have a talk when I got home.

  The soldier in between my legs hadn’t stopped for one second while I was on the phone. He was a good little soldier.

  “All right, soldier, off of your knees and onto the bed.” I got up and watched as he did as he was told. He stripped down to his birthday suit and positioned himself on all fours. That’s what I liked: a man who knew how to play his position and played it well. Kyle could learn something from this soldier. I hadn’t played with him in a while. I guessed I would give him a day or two more of rest and then continue with my fun. There is nothing like a man and his toys. I loved being a big boy with toys.

  I strapped a condom on my dick that was still hanging out of my front zipper. There was no need for me to undress. I was going to fuck him and head on home to the misses. I loved being in control.

  I pulled up to my house totally famished. The sexual tricks that boy could do wore me out. My legs felt like Jell-O when I walked out of that motel room. He was such a loyal bootie hole. I needed to whip Kyle into the shape that I had in him. I loved total submissiveness in a sexual partner.

  I got out my car and walked up to the door and, like clockwork, my wife opened the door, looking very beautiful and adoring. She was always there for me and keeping me together and happy. I couldn’t ask for more.

  “Hey, baby.” She kissed me on the cheek as I entered our house. A neat and clean environment to live in was a must and she never let me down. She and I had some agreements when we got married and she had been keeping up her end of the bargain on all of them, plus some perks, too. That one slip-up today was forgivable, but I had to let her know that it was unacceptable to happen again. I was the head; she wasn’t.

  “Hello, dear.” My tone was even and plain. I wanted her to have to guess at how I was feeling. I hated to make her feel guilty for my stuff, but hey, it was a part of the territory with me.

  “I just wanted to say that I am sorry for earlier.” She spoke to me as I walked to the dining room and sat down in my usual chair and waited on the meal I knew that she prepared. Again, I had it good. I was having my cake and eating it, too. There was nothing like it.

  “It’s okay, dear.” I put my hand on her waist as she was now standing in front of me. She looked sorry enough for me to forgive her. “Just don’t let it happen again.”

  “I promise it won’t happen ever again.” She smiled. I had to admit that I loved her in a way. Her smile was beautiful. It just wasn’t enough for me. I had other needs that she could not meet.

  “Good.” I smiled back. “I’m famished from a busy day. Is my dinner ready?”

  “Yes, it sure is.” She made her way to the kitchen and before long my plate of hot food was sitting before me. I finished and made my way up to bathroom and then to bed. I had it good.

  Chapter 16

  Kyle

  A Done Deal

  “Okay, I’ll do it.” I spoke to myself in the mirror after I had brushed my teeth. I had to do what I had to do. I just hoped this deal was worth it. I had been going back and forth with doing it and not doing it. I just didn’t want to hurt my wife, but the truth hurt and I knew I had to do it. But I would only do it if I felt like I had to do it. This proof was as a last resort. An option ... It took me about a week to get up the nerve to say yes. I felt a little apprehensive about this, because it would officially mean that I was cheating on my wife. I know what you are thinking: I was cheating when I started messing around with her father, but my logic was that it was not solicited on my part so it wasn’t officially cheating. I was doing it to keep my life together. But the same argument could be said for why I was meeting with this guy now. “This shit doesn’t make a lick of sense to me.” I shook my head in confusion. It was just one big mess that I hoped ended with my life intact.

  I walked out of the bathroom feeling fresh and refreshed. I had washed every orifice of my body because I had a feeling I was going to be going all in on this brother. I for once was in control—well, partially anyway. If I was going to do this I was going to get it in good for the very last time. I just hoped he wasn’t playing me for some dick. There was no way to tell so I had to see it out to the end.

  I pulled up to a sleazy-looking motel a couple of miles from the base and made my way to the room that dude told me earlier. I was a little nervous as I walked down the long balcony that stretched across the second story of the establishment. I looked around nervously, because I wasn’t used to this sneaky type of living. I just wanted this to be over with.

  I knocked on the door three times like he said and then the door opened. There was soft music playing as I entered the shabby room. He had a couple of candles lit. His trying to create ambiance was lost on me because I was here on a mission. Even though I had a small side mission of physical gratification he didn’t have to know that. Every man likes a good nut and I was no exception.

  “You ready, soldier?” he said as he walked over to the bed and crawled across it on all fours. He was totally effeminate now, nothing like he was on base. Every bit of his quiet, hard exterior was gone. He looked like a queen as he stuck a finger in his mouth and slowly pulled it out. Part of me was turned on and the other part wanted to get the fuck away from this queen. “I’ve been thinking about this all of the time you made me wait. I secretly had a crush on you. I wanted you from the day I saw you. I didn’t think that you and I would ever hook up because you always stayed to yourself. But here you are and here I am.” He rolled over on the bed onto his stomach and then onto all fours. He had a nice, round butt that he popped to let me know that he wanted to be fucked and fucked good. A little drool eased out of the side of my mouth as I watched him gyrate and bounce. I had never experienced a gay man of his caliber. He was extremely flamboyant and open. Again, a complete contrast to what he showed on base. It made me wonder what I was really missing being on base. Who else was like this behind closed doors?

  “Yeah, I’m ready,” I said as I started to unbutton my shirt. I was a little thrown by his appearance and it showed as I fumbled with my shirt.

  “Let me get that.” He hopped up off of the bed and seductively sashayed over to me. His hips switched just like a woman’s. Could have put my wife’s head on his body and I w
ould have thought it was her walking toward me. He had it down. Again, I was in awe. Most of the men I encountered in my short gay life, which were few, never acted like this. I almost didn’t want him to touch me because he was so over the top.

  He slowly unbuttoned my shirt and pulled the rest that was tucked in my pants out and threw it onto the floor. Then he pulled my white T-shirt off over my head and threw that on the floor as well.

  Then he did something that I never saw before. He started to lick my pecks and suck on them like they were his mother’s and he was an infant. The sensation that I felt made my dick harder than it already was. A few moans escaped my mouth as he stroked my dick in the process.

  “You like?” He looked up at me and then eased his way down my chest to my navel and then to my dick. He started to lick the impression of my dick through my pants. He softly bit it, which drove me wild. My mind was racing with exhilaration. He unlatched my belt and pulled my pants down to my ankles. He took off my shoes and I then stepped out of my pants. I was standing there with my tight boxer briefs and my dick lying hard on my thigh. You could see where his saliva had soaked through my pants and underwear. My thoughts were, where they do that at? but I continued to let him do what he did best.

  “He looks so happy.” He was talking to my dick like it had a mind of its own. I could tell that he was a dick connoisseur and he loved it. He sucked on it through my underwear once again. I was in a small trance with my eyes closed. I felt him stop and I opened my eyes. He got up and guided me to the bed. He aggressively pushed me down on the bed. I fell back and the control that I thought I would have or wanted was long gone. He had me gone. I was not expecting this. He pulled my underwear off of me and my dick stood up at full attention.

  He took me into his mouth fully and engulfed me on the first slurp. I was amazed at his prowess and control of his gag reflexes. He was a professional for sure. My mouth involuntarily opened as he bobbed up and down on me. He was sucking so hard that the bed moved with every bob. He was fucking my dick with his mouth which was another new thing for me. Then I felt myself about to cum. I exploded like I had never before.

  I lay there because it felt like my legs were paralyzed. His ass needed to be a porn star or something. Skill like this was a gift. I couldn’t say from God, because well ... you know.

  “Are you ready for some more?” He had on a bright smile as he stood in front of me with a condom in his hand. “I am going to ride the rest of them babies out of your balls.”

  I was almost scared, if that was possible.

  “Sure.” That was all I could muster up along with a fake smile. Sex like this should have been illegal. Shit, it was! Again, I liked a good nut like any man, but damn. He took dick loving to the extreme. He climbed onto the bed and took a sumo wrestler’s stance over my torso. I breathed in hard because I knew this brother was going in for the kill. He took my dick in his hand and then guided it into his bottom and a few strokes were all it took for him to get a good rhythm going. I was holding on to the sides of the bed and my inexperience showed.

  “You like it, daddy!” He bounced and bounced and smiled.

  “You good as shit,” I huffed. “A muthafuckin’ pro.”

  “Being ... all I ... could be ... didn’t start ... in the army ... for me.” He was talking and bouncing at the same time. “But that’s ... another story ... for ... another. . . time.”

  I just nodded my head as he rode and ground into my hips. I could only concentrate on what was happening below my waist. All that he was saying was going in one ear and out of the other. I felt the build-up in my balls letting me know I was about to explode. He must have sensed it because he hopped up off of me and got on his knees in front of the bed. I hopped up and stroked until I came on his face.

  I sat down on the bed, totally exhausted. He went into the bathroom and came out with a washcloth and proceeded to wash off my genitals and the surrounding area.

  “You have to take care of him,” he said as he kissed my flaccid dick and then got up.

  “It was good.” I smiled. I so wanted to be out of here in the next five minutes. “You got what I came for?”

  “Damn, you right to the point, aren’t you?” He looked a little disappointed. I wasn’t looking for anything, especially a friend-with-benefits package. Most of the time those benefits were counteractive and I didn’t need nor want anything else to set me back. I already had to live with the fact that I had to do him and go home to my wife and kids, pretending that nothing happened.

  “No, I just have to go home to my wife and kids. They are expecting me to be home at a certain time.” I tried to look as remorseful as I could. I didn’t know dude at all. He could have been a basket case or something like that.

  “Oh, I understand. I got a little one at home too.”

  “Huh?” My mouth hit floor. I would have never guessed that in a million years. I have truly seen and heard it all. It was official: I was leaving this shit behind me for sure.

  “Don’t look surprised. I can have a family and secrets too.” He burst my bubble. If I didn’t know it before, I knew it now: he and I were the same. Sleeping with men and going home to your family was the same if you were feminine or not.

  “You’re right.” I nodded my head in acceptance. I didn’t know why I thought I was better than him, but he brought me back around fast.

  “I’m sorry,” I apologized. “I’m not used to this. I just needed to get what I came for so I can go.”

  “I hear you loud and clear. ‘Don’t ask, don’t tell’ is a bigger burden than most know and it started way before the army pegged it.”

  “True,” I concurred

  He went to a bag in the corner and pulled out a disk, which I assumed had my evidence on it.

  “Here’s what you came for.” He handed me the disk. “And don’t worry about the second helping of some.”

  “Thanks,” I said somberly. I proceeded to pick up my clothes and put them on. I was out of the hotel room and headed home within fifteen minutes after some more brief chitchat. I didn’t know what was on the disk but I knew that it was going get me a get off free pass with Sergeant Harris.

  Before I got home, I went to the liquor store and got me some hard liquor to drink. It was out of the norm for me but I needed something to get the edge off. I didn’t know how Sergeant Harris was going come off at me when I showed him this disk that I had.

  The other dude said that I could tell the sergeant who gave it to me because he was shipping out tonight to a base all the way in California. He also told me to tell him to “kiss his warm, tight ass good-bye.” The sergeant must have treated him very badly for him to want to come at him like that. I didn’t even ask what happened; I just got what I needed and bounced.

  After getting my drink, I sat in my car a couple of houses down from mine and drank my liquor in peace. I knew my wife was not going to be happy and I knew that she would be suspicious, but I would just tell her that we had a sendoff party for one of the boys on the base. I just hoped she believed me.

  I pulled up to the door and I put the CD underneath my seat compartment for safe keeping until I figured out what to do with it. I grabbed my duffle bag and headed into the house.

  Chapter 17

  Tasha

  Out to Lunch

  “No, no, no, no way. No way I’m living without you.” I sang Jennifer Hudson’s version of “And I Am Telling You” to the baby with the spoon that I had stirred my lunch with a few seconds ago. It was a normal day during the week and my home was spotless. I had my days when I would get bored around here. And sometimes I would think about finding me a job and putting the kids into daycare, but I always shrugged it off. I enjoyed doing what I did.

  My husband would be home later on and I was taking my kids over to my parents’ house so we could get some more one on one, hopefully make me that little girl I always wanted. I couldn’t complain because I loved my boys, but I always wanted to have a little girl who I could place t
he same values in that my mother placed in me.

  My husband and I discussed it a few times and we thought it would be better when he got a little higher in rank and on a bigger pay scale. He was moving up the ranks a little; soon he would go from private to specialist. I just hoped it was soon enough. I wanted my little girl soon, because I wanted all of my children close in age so when they headed on out into the world it would almost back to back that they left the house. Yes, I was planning my children’s exits. I was a planner by nature and I loved to have goals set in place.

  When Kyle got home he was drunk as a skunk. I had never seen him this way before. I was a little shocked, to say the least. My husband was not the type to be inebriated the way he was or at all. I had never seen him take a drink in the whole time of us being together. Well, we had had wine with dinner once or twice but that was it. Something wasn’t right with this situation. I was going to get to the bottom of it.

  “Baby, what’s going on?” He was stretched out on his back across our sectional. Thank goodness the kids were taking a small nap. I didn’t want him breathing his smelly breath all over them. He smelled like he could give them liquor poisoning by just looking at him.

  “No ... Nothing is wrong. I’m the happiest ... happiest ... happiest ... happiest ... man on the whooooooole wide planet.” He had on the silliest smirk on his face, like a drunken joker.

  “Okay.” I looked at him, puzzled. I didn’t know what to think right now. “Where did this drinking come from?”

  “Oh, some of the fellas from the base and I went out for some drinks. One of the guys is transferring to another base. We sent him off with a ... ooooh, shit.” He sat up real quick, startling me. I was on the other end of the sectional as I watched him vomit on my nice carpet.

  “Oh my God, my carpet.” I yelled a little. I covered my mouth so I wouldn’t wake the children I had the baby monitor on my hip while I cleaned the house a little.