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I would like to acknowledge the assistance I received for this story from Kai. Without him this work would have remained in my head and would not have been put onto paper. The errors are mine and mine alone.

The Three Day Pass By JoyStick Chapter 1

There he sat, Private Joseph Benson, on the bus, looking out a grimy window at the skyline of New York City. God, except for seeing it on the TV or in the movies, he had never seen a sight like that before. He was a real country bumpkin, a hick from a small town in upper New York State. His blue eyes wide in amazement and his heart pounding with excitement, he was looking forward to this new adventure. Even if the skies were overcast and it looked like it might rain, nothing, but absolutely nothing, could or would dampen his joy at having finally made it to the "Big Apple."

Joseph had finally gotten out of that upstate hellhole by joining the army. He felt he was liberated at last. Sure the Army was restrictive and demanding, but, he still felt he was at last free. What was it that the enlistment guy had said, "Free to be the best you can be." Yes, no more having to answer to anyone but himself. Freedom had come in more than one way. When he had first joined the army, he had hopes of earning enough money to marry his girlfriend back home. Also he wanted to make use of the army to finish his education. However, things just didn’t work out. Just last month he turned 21 years old and for a birthday gift what did his girl send him? -- A Dear John letter, telling him that she could not wait for him and that she had found someone else. That bitch, before her, except for one or two dates and a good night kiss or two, he had never had a steady girlfriend. Not that he wasn't good looking enough, he was. He was just under 6 feet tall, blond hair and steel blue eyes. Weighing 165 pounds, he had a really good body which basic training had only improved on by adding a bit more muscle. His 'manhood', seven inches long and one and one half inches in diameter, was enough to satisfy any girl. This trip into the city was to be the long awaited ‘event of events' he had been looking forward to. This would be the place to celebrate his 21st birthday and forget that rotten bitch. To spread his wings without anyone back home having to know anything about it.

The bus pulled into the terminal. Taking his canvas traveling bag down from the overhead rack, smoothing his class 'A' uniform he proceeded to join the mass of people getting off the bus and followed them into the inner terminal and... For a moment he froze in his footsteps looking all around at the throngs of humanity. God he had never seen so many people; everyone running here and there like they knew where they were going. His first thought was to find a small corner and push himself into it and hide. After a few minutes and lots of being pushed by the crowds he found himself on that street of streets, 42nd Street. Somehow he had found the area he had been looking for. He had been advised that there was a sort of U.S.O run by a 42nd Street association of businessmen that looked after servicemen while they were on leave. They helped them to find rooming accommodations, get tickets to shows and provided a place to enjoy a cup of coffee and a donut. Someone was always there to talk to about things to do and places to go and how to get there. There was even a place in which to clean up, if you needed it, and safe lockers you could rent to store your bag. It was sort of a YMCA for service men.

After going into the restroom and placing some of his money in his canvas traveling bag, Joseph rented a locker and stored his kit. No sense in taking all his money with him, after all he had heard about what could and did happen to guys on leave and this way he would still have most of his money and clothes if he should wake up with a big hangover, speaking of which he was looking forward to being able to go into a bar legally and have a few beers. He was even hoping that the bartender would demand some I.D. Now that would just put icing on the cake. Anyway, it was too early to drink now and besides he had plenty of time for drinking as he had a three day pass.

The girl at the desk helped him by giving him all kinds of suggestions and free tickets for places to go to. She even took the time to sit down with him and show him how to get to some places. If she had been a lot younger and a little better looking he might have been tempted to ask her out. But he was looking for someone hot and willing to trot and willing to screw like mad...

So onto the subway he went and following her directions and suggestions wound up in an area called the "village." This was almost like a small town within the city. People seemed to move a bit more slowly and some even smiled at you. Joseph noticed that the men seemed to smile at him a lot more than some of the women. Finally spotting a small cafe he entered and was seated at a small table set up by the window where he could watch the comings and goings out on the street. He ordered a beer from the waiter. The waiter smiled at him and asked him what brand he wanted. "Just give me a Bud, if you have it," he said, as he looked around the place.

The cafe was not yet busy but there were a few men and some women having coffee and talking. Now and then they would look at Joseph and smile. Finally one of the women came over and asked him his name and started up a conversation. The woman had a nice figure and was rather nice looking too. She must have been in her late 20s. She had dark green eyes and long red hair. Her body was fighting a loosing battle to stay inside her dress.

"What's your name, handsome?" she asked.

"Joseph," he answered. "Why don't you take a seat and tell me yours?"

"Joanne," she answered in a deep sexy voice, sitting down in the chair next to him. Her hands then reached out to hold his hands in them and said, "I bet I can guess what you do for a living."

"That's not difficult, seeing as I'm in uniform," he smiled.

"No! Silly, I meant before you went into the service," she concentrated as she ran her fingers over the palm of his hand, her smooth fingers and finger nails tracing the lines on his palm. "What do you want to wager I can guess?"

"I don't know. What's the usual bet?" he inquired.

"How about dinner and a few drinks, if I guess right" she smiled.

"And if you don't, what will I win?" he snickered.

"Then you get to name your prize." She lowered her voice and added, "I'm sure you can think of something that you may want."

Without a second thought he said, "You got yourself a deal."

"Okay, I'm going to write my guess on this napkin. Then you will tell me how you earned your living before you went into the army. If it matches, I win," she said while writing her answer down. "Now what was your civilian occupation?"

"Well believe it or not I was a farm hand" Joseph said. "No kidding."

"Your hands are not the hands of a farmer." she protested. "They are too smooth. I guess farming isn't what it used to be; looks as if you won the bet. I’m at your disposal. What kind of payment are you going to wring out of me?"

Joseph thought a few seconds and then leaned forward and whispered into her ear, "How about I take you to dinner anyway and then you show me this town? I’ve never been in the big city and I feel lost." He moved his hand to her leg and lightly ran his fingertips up and down her thigh. "And we can always negotiate the rest in a more comfortable location"

Placing her hand over his and moving both their hands to his leg she rubbed his thigh and whispered, "I did say you could name your prize, didn't I? And I have a few ideas as to what that will be." She smiled as her fingers touched his crotch and rested on his hardening cock." Giving it a slight squeeze she said, "MMMMM Looks like I get the big prize after all don't I?"

"Well if you play your cards right, you could help me celebrate my birthday in a royal manner." He said as he reached for her thigh again and moved his fingers up to her pussy. "You can give me my present, slowly, later in bed, but for now, like all growing boys I need some food."

Her fingers caressing his crotch, she moaned and replied, "Yes I can feel you growing."

Smiling he signaled the waiter and they ordered dinner and cocktails. He ordered steak and potatoes and she a chicken dinner. Before the waiter left Joseph asked him where the washroom was. The waiter showed him and Joseph excused himself and walked with difficulty to the men's room. Once inside he went into the cubical and took a piss. Just as he was finishing up he heard the outside door open and someone come in and use the urinal. Coming out of the booth and moving over to the washbasin he recognized the waiter taking a piss. The waiter finishing up shook his penis to get the last drops out and stuffed his cock into his pants and joined Joseph at the basins.

"You in town for long Soldier boy?" the waiter asked trying to make polite conversation.

"Just for a few days on leave," Joseph answered, "looking for a fun time to celebrate my birthday away from home."

"Oh! Then you are not from New York City?"

"No, this is my first time in the big city. I come from upstate, never been in a town this big. People, people, people, more than I could ever hope to see in my town," Joseph said washing and drying his hands. "This section of the city, ‘The Village', reminds me of my home town. The people, at least the men, smile at me and are so friendly. Uptown, everyone seemed too busy to even look at you."

"Soldier, you really are a 'Hick'," he laughed. "A lot of the men here are gay and are trying to pick you up."

"You're kidding me, why me?" he asked. "Do I look like I would be interested in that kind of thing?"

"Look at it from the point of view of a gay man," he answered. "You see a good-looking guy walking in our neighborhood, he's alone, he's in uniform – hell--why not give him a smile? You never know, nothing ventured, nothing gained. How many times have you smiled at a girl in hopes of getting into her pants? It's the same with us, except for the gender. Hell, I would make a play for you myself if you were available."

"Well I'm not available, no offense meant," Joseph said. "I seem to be getting along with that girl at my table damn good."

"Ah, since you are new to our city can I assume you just met Joanne?" he asked while reaching for a paper towel.

"Yes we just met here today", he smiled "And it looks like I hit the jackpot."

The waiter hemming and hawing said, "Look soldier, I would be careful if I were you, you never know what kind of people you meet in this place. I like you and don't like to see 'our guys in service' taken for a ride."

"What are you trying to tell me?" Joseph asked, "Is she sick or something?"

"Not sick, at least I don't think so," he began slowly. "She is a pro. She has a partner and together they pull the old badger game with a twist. She lures her 'date' into a back alley and her boyfriend works him over before they run off with his wallet. Just don't let her lead you down any alleys..."

"Shit! And here I was thinking it was my blue eyes and winning ways that attracted her." He laughed.

"Well they are a rather nice shade of blue at that," he said, "I wouldn’t like to see them blackened, or may be even worse, so just watch your back." The waiter looked into Joseph's face and reached up and touched his cheek and said, "Yes, it's too nice a face to have to see it smashed to hell."

"Hell! There's little chance of that," he bragged, “I'm a martial arts devotee and army trained in close combat tactics. I can take care of myself, but thanks for the info; to be forewarned is to be forearmed." He thanked the waiter, “Thanks again--sorry I did not get your name."

"Richard, but you can call me Rich, everyone does," he answered. "And another thing, watch what you drink and how much you drink! Stick to bottled beer. Well that's my good deed for tonight," he added, looking Joseph up and down, smiling he turned and left the washroom. Joseph reached into his rear pocket, pulled out a comb and ran it through his hair a few times before returning to his table. Sitting down, he slid over to Joanne until their legs touched. He placed his arm around her and ran his fingertips up and down her arm smiling at her. He pulled her close to him and gave her ear a little kiss.

"MMMMMM that's lovely," she cooed, "Can't wait till we are alone later just you and I."

"Where are we going first? I have these tickets that I got from the 42nd Street service place. Would you like to see a show? Afterwards, we can go on one of those horse drawn carriage rides they have in Central Park?" he suggested.

"Baby, you are such a romantic," lowering her voice she said. "That ride is a bit of a tourist trap. Only hicks and tourist from out of town would do that sort of thing. I think I have a better way to celebrate your 21st. I was thinking more in the line of taking a walk around the Village and then up to my place. I will show you how a real New Yorker lives and has fun without having to throw your Army pay away on junk like that. Who wants to sit behind a smelly horse anyway?" Reaching over and running her fingers over his crotch she sucked on his ear lobe, her tongue tip flitting in and out of his ear.

"Yeahhhhhh! I can't wait to open my Birthday present," he said as the waiter came over to the table with their dinner. "Let's make a toast first" lifting the cocktail glass to his lips and making a face he complained, "This stuff smells rather bad." Hailing the waiter he ordered a bottle of beer. "Is your drink okay?" he asked her, "I'm not really into cocktails anyway. They are too sweet for my taste." The waiter returned with a cold Budweiser, opened it and filled a glass for Joseph. After he left, Joseph raised his glass to hers and touched it saying, “Here's to a very interesting evening." They then drank their drinks and ate. The food was very good and they spent the meal eating, drinking and touching each other under the table. By the time dinner was over Joanna had unzipped his fly and was holding his cock under the tablecloth.

"We better put a hold on that baby," he said, "I don't want to have to leave here with soiled pants."

"Yes you are right," she said, "there will be plenty of time for that later -- If I can just control my animal nature. Grrrrrrrr."

Trying hard to shove his hard cock back into its prison and straightening himself out, they prepared to leave. He paid the bill and left a big tip for the waiter. The two of them went out into the night air. As they left, Joseph noticed a man leave right after them and head down the street at a fast pace.

"Looks and feels like rain." Joseph said.

"Yes it does, we better take a short cut that I know." she quipped and added. "We wouldn't want to get that uniform all wet, at least not with water."

The two of them hurried down the street, made a few twists and turns and found themselves in a rather dark secluded alleyway. Suddenly, Joseph spotted a man walking toward them. He appeared to be the same one who had rushed past them when they were leaving the cafe. In his hand he now carried a mean looking switchblade knife, its long blade extended. Joseph reached into his pocket and found his key ring there. He quickly arranged the keys so that they stuck out between his fingers, transforming them into a set of pointed lethal brass knuckles. Crouching down, and turning sideways he waited for the guy to make the first move. Waving the knife in front of him, the man demanded Joseph hand over his money.

"Why don't you try to take it from me, punk?" Joseph snarled at him. The enraged man made a thrust at Joseph, the knife coming within inches of his body. "Can't you do any better than that?" Joseph chided him. Again and again the man tried to stab the soldier, but with the dexterity of a trained close combat fighter, he managed to escape the knife thrusts. "Get out of here." Joseph yelled at Joanne, but she just stood there.

"Grab him Joanna, hold the son of a bitch for me!" the frustrated goon yelled. "I'm going to make the bastard look like Swiss cheese."

The quick-thinking fighting man, avoiding or deflecting his attacker’s knife thrusts, looked for an opportunity to strike back. Finally, finding an opening, he swung his key laden fist and hit the man right in the belly. As the attacker bent over in pain, Joseph brought his knee up and smashed him on the jaw. The coup de maitre was a toe right in the groin. The man went down. He rolled around winding up in the fetal position moaning. Reaching down and picking up the knife Joseph turned to Joanna and said "Bitch, you tried to set me up, didn't you. I should use this knife to cut that pretty face of yours so that you won't tempt others into dark alley ways!"

"Please," she pleaded, "I'll do what ever you like. Just don't hurt me. Come, we can still go to my place."

"Too late for that!" he said grabbing her arm and leading her back the way they had come. "I wouldn't dirty my cock with you!"

After they got out of the alley way he let go of her arm and told her to get lost. It had started to rain real hard now -- one of those heavy humid downfalls that New York is famous for. She ran back down the alley way and Joseph heaved a sigh of relief. He started to shake and shiver even though it was still warm. Somehow, soaking wet, he made his way back through the now deserted streets to the Cafe. He thought of going in to call the police but why take the chance of being tied up at the station for god knows how long. They might even send him back to base. Some birthday celebration this turned out to be! He decided to at least grab a cup of hot coffee and maybe get dry anyway. As he staggered past the door, he saw the waiter with a raincoat on just about to leave the place.

"For Gods sake! What happened to you?" Richard asked while helping him to sit down in a booth at the rear of the Cafe. "You're in no condition to go anywhere. Are you all right--- not cut or shot?" After ascertaining that he was going to live he said that he would get him an "Irish Coffee."

"Better make it real strong, I'm freezing!" Joseph said, "It's the middle of the summer and I'm freezing."

"Delayed shock I should think. Here put this around you to warm yourself up a bit." Richard offering him his raincoat said. "It’s not much but it’s better than nothing"

Joseph wrapped the coat around himself and shivered, "Thanks."

Richard returned with the steaming cup of whiskey-laced coffee and placed it before him saying, "I know I told you to drink only bottled beer, but, I think you need this. You feel up to telling me what happened or you want to warm up first?"

He started to drink and to tell Richard of the experience in the alleyway. He pulled the knife from his pocket and laid it on the table... Richard picked it up and pressed the knife button and jumped as it sprung out. "You didn't cut the bastard did you? He was still alive when you left him?" he inquired.

"Yes Richard, but I think he will be walking kind of funny for the next few days," Joseph joked. "And maybe Joanne will mend her ways, but I doubt that."

"I agree, but what are you going to do now. You can't go back to base looking like that." the waiter said. "Do you have a place to wash up and change?"

Trying to think he finally said, "I have some of my stuff checked into a locker and that will be safe for a few days. Damn, if I go to get it looking this way the MP’s will pick me up and start asking questions. What can I do, Richard, any ideas?"

"Well, as you were coming in, I was on my way home." Richard said, "I don’t live far from here and you could come home with me. Perhaps, you could take a shower while I wash and dry your uniform. Then after the rain stops you would at least be able to return to the base looking like a proper soldier and not some bum. Oh, and by the way I told you that my friends call me Rich. If you are going to take advantage of my hospitality I insist you call me that as my father's name is Richard and it reminds me of all the times they called me 'Richard Jr."

"You're a lifesaver, Richa... Rich." Joseph said. "Are you leaving soon or do I have time to buy you a drink?"

"Thank you Joseph, however, I have some good stuff at home not this rot gut crap." he smiled, "We can leave anytime you want. I'll grab us a Taxi. You keep the raincoat; I don't want you to catch cold."

They got up and went to the door way where Rich hailed a taxi to drive them to Rich's place. Joseph insisted on paying for the cab and then they entered the building where Rich had an apartment.

The apartment was cozy. It consisted of a kitchen, a large living room, a bathroom and a rather roomy laundry/storage/linen closet. What furniture there was, was of very good quality and the place was decorated nicely. Some of the artwork was rather erotic to say the least... Over the pull out sofa/bed was a large lithograph of Michelangelo's "David" in all his glory. Indirect multi-colored lighting surrounded the baseboards. There was an easy chair, coffee table and well as a few table and floor lamps. The place was clean, spotless, and orderly.

"It's not tremendous, but big enough for myself and an occasional guest." Rich said, "What can I get you to drink, perhaps a brandy?"

"That should warm me up. My compliments to your decorator,” said Joseph. “That's Michelangelo's David, isn't it. I hope someday to visit Rome to see the real thing. People say that it is magnificent. There is another David, I always forget the name of the sculptor that some say is also beautiful, but I think this one is better."

"And I thought you were a dumb hick," Rich said handing him a snifter of brandy. There are many statues of David but the most famous is this one and the one by Donatello. In fact I believe that Donatello did more than one of David. Is that who you meant?" he continued, "I think you should get out of those wet things and let me put them in the washer and dryer. You night as well let me do your under stuff also. There is a robe in the utility room that you can use. We are more or less the same size."

Raising his snifter of brandy in a mock toast and taking another gulp of the liquor, the still shivering soldier said, "Thank you Rich, this is really nice of you. I don't know what I would have done without you, both for this and your earlier warning. Without it, most likely, I would be either laying in a gutter somewhere or on a slab down at your morgue."

"Any time for a service man and anything also," he returned the toast, "There is a clean large towel in the room, to wipe yourself with and then you might also want to take a HOT shower while I put your stuff in the washer. Better get on with it, you look like a wet dog that I picked up off the street and the lease says that I'm not allowed to keep any pets in the apartment. Leave your wet stuff on the washer. I have a few things to add to it. No sense in running a half empty load. My electric bill is too high as it is."

Joseph, putting the empty brandy snifter down, went into the utility room. He stripped and dried himself off and put on the silk bathrobe that was hanging there. It was one of those smoking jacket robes, the hem coming down to just above his knees. Placing the towel around his neck and his stuff on the washer, he exited the room.

"That robe never looked that good on me," Rich laughed, "Go! Take your shower while I take care of the laundry. If you need more towels there are some in the bathroom closet. Anything else you want, just whistle. You know how to whistle, don’t you? You put your lips together and just blow. Now, go take a long hot shower. I like my guests smelling nicely and there is a package of new BIC razors there for you to shave with if you want."

"I hope you don't mind my asking you, but how come a waiter can afford such a nice place as this?" Joseph sheepishly asked, "I know it’s none of my business and I shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, but these days an apartment like this must be expensive."

"Well waiters can make a lot in tips, most of which I don't report, and that's only my side line," he answered winking an eye. "I'm also studying to be an actor and I do a bit of male modeling on the side. Then there are those 'rich' parents of mine. So now you know, I hope it doesn't change your opinion of me." Leading Joseph to the bathroom and slapping him lightly on the ass he said, "Go get washed up, we can talk more after, I'm still curious to find out how a farm hand knows about art and sculpture and why in the world anyone with an ounce of brains would join the army."

While Joseph was showering and shaving Richard filled the washer and then returned to the kitchen. He made some cheese and cracker spreads placing them on the coffee table. Then loosened his tie, taking off his shoes, he made himself comfortable. Joseph had started to hum some tune in the shower that made Rich smile and the thought came to him of maybe sneaking into the bathroom and into the shower with his handsome guest. It was a temptation that almost got to him. Ohhhhhhh how he would like to put all his 8" up that cute soldier's ass and make love to him. But second thoughts came to him. He better be very careful, this was a guy that could beat the shit out of him if he did not want to play the ‘gay way’. I'll just take it slow and see what develops. In any event it was nice to have a man in the house!

In the bathroom Joseph was finished with the shower and running his fingers over his face decided to take a shave. He lathered up his face and ran the razor over his skin. He opened the medicine cabinet and saw a bottle of after shave lotion, which he splashed on his face. God that stuff makes me smell like a cheap whore, he thought. His mind running wild, will this give Rich the wrong impression? 'Will he think that I'm interested in him? Taking water in his hands and splashing it on his face, he tried to get as much of the aftershave off as he could. What will I do if he makes a pass at me? I just can't be rude to him after all he has been nice to me. Why do I get myself into these situations? I feel boxed in, cornered and as nervous as I was the first time I had a woman.' Looking at himself in the mirror he said to himself, "Well you can't stay in here all night, go out there and try to relax and leave as soon as you can." Joseph came out of the bathroom and plunked down in the easy chair opposite the couch where Rich was sitting.

“I hope you didn't mind my singing in your shower," he said. "That shower was great; it's been a while since I have been able to shower without at least 10 other guys in there with me. The army is no place if you like your privacy."

"Well you should have said something. As a good host, it's my duty to make you feel at home. The very least I could have done was to keep you company. Perhaps wash your back and even join you in a chorus or two." Rich said offering Joseph some of the appetizers. "My voice, while not as melodic as yours, is never the less quite good." Reaching for the offered food Joseph said, "A shower, cheese and crackers, a nice dry place to wait out the storm and brandy, you sure know how to treat a guest. Again you're going to spoil me with all these 'goodies'. Can I have another shot of that brandy also? God, but I feel like a new man, I must have been filthy and smelled like I had just got off the obstacle course."

"Well you clean up very nicely and smell divine. I see you made use of that aftershave I have." Richard said as he poured him a healthy shot of brandy while still nursing his first.

They sat around talking and joking and drinking. That is Joseph was drinking, Rich just sipped his. Soon Joseph began to slur his words and his eyes became heavy and he started to drift off. Rich got up went into the laundry room and placed the wash in the dryer and returned to the living room to hear the sounds of Joseph snoring softly, his fingers still around the brandy snifter. Richard pried the glass from his fingers and set it on the counter. 'Soldier boy you've had a busy day,' he thought and then he went and opened the sofa couch and made up the sofa bed). “Come on Joseph let’s get you into bed,” he said as he helped the half-sleeping guy onto the mattress.

Joseph opened his eyes, blinked sleepily at Rich, then turned over and started to softly snore. Rich covered him and turned out the lights with the exception of the small baseboard lights, which cast a multicolored dim light over the room. Rich sat in the overstuffed chair and watched Joseph toss and turn until he got comfortable. The dryer soon stopped and he went to unload and hang up the wash putting it on hangers so that it would not get wrinkled. He also got undressed and put on a pair of pajama bottoms.

As he walked out of the laundry room, in the dim light he could see that Joseph had turned over on his back. The covers were pushed aside and the short robe had opened exposing Joseph's limp cock and balls. Damn, he thought what a beautiful sight; wish I could take a picture of that. After looking at it for a while his eyes went up to the lithograph and compared David with Joseph. He broke out into a cool sweat and then sat on the corner of the bed and reached over and touched Joseph's leg.

Slowly, he began to run his fingers over the thigh. Joseph moaned and opened his legs wider, allowing Rich’s fingers to touch his penis. Rich removed his pajama bottoms, brought his feet up on to the bed and covered the both of them with the blanket. He snuggled against Joseph's body, his arm going around him, and held him close, his fingertips tracing Joseph's arms and running over his chest. The muscles twitched as his fingers moved down his chest. His fingers again settling on the soldier’s seven inch cock. He leaned in and kissed the ear lobe of his sleeping bed partner. Using the tip of his tongue Richard traced the outline of the Joseph's ear. Joseph started to breathe harder and started to moan.

"Hey, what's going on?" moaned Joseph.

"Shush, it's late. You fell asleep and I put you to bed." Rich told him, "I was just getting to bed myself. Your stuff is dry and hanging but it's still raining out. You might as well spend the night here with me."

"What were you doing to me before?" Joseph asked. "It felt so good. But, it’s dirty and not right to do things like that."

Taking a hold of Joseph's limp cock in his hand and squeezing it lovingly Rich said, "I was thinking of giving you the same type of birthday present that you wanted from Joanne. Happy birthday Joseph," he said and leaned over to kiss Joseph lightly on his lips. "I'll stop anytime you want me to, but let me try to satisfy you tonight." Leaning over his chest he put his lips on the soldier’s nipples and started to lick and suck on them. As he teased them with his teeth, he gently rubbed his finger up and down a strong muscled thigh and caressed the other man’s balls. He cupped them in his hand and rubbed his finger along the skin under the balls to the cheeks of his ass and squeezing them.

"MMMMM soldier you have such a sweet ass," he murmured, "so round, so firm and so needing to be fully packed." He felt Joseph's body stiffen up as the finger touched his rosebud and afraid he might lose him, he backed off. "Okay, I won't go there, now."

Joseph relaxed a bit as Rich's fingers returned to his leg and the inside of his thigh. And then the fingers touched his cock and in spite of himself the cock began to get hard. Richard worked the cockhead between his thumb and forefinger; rubbing it and caressing it and feeling it get harder and harder and until the heat coming from it became intense.

Rich kissed his lips and his ears as he whispered, "Baby, I'm so glad to see that you are getting to like this. We are going to have a lot of fun together." Then he placed his mouth on Joseph's and kissed him, his tongue pressing against Joseph's clenched teeth and sucking on the lower lip. After a while he returned his mouth again to Joseph's ear and sucked on the ear lobe, making sure to allow the tongue tip to start flitting in and out of Joseph's ear.

Finally Joseph began to moan and gasp. Rich quickly kissed him again and was finally able to gain access to the inside of his mouth. His tongue was now able to fully explore the entire region of his lover's mouth. Rich's mind transformed his tongue into a sensitive sex organ, which he ran over the now gasping soldier's teeth, gums and deep into his hot wet mouth, his tongue flitting in--out in--out just like a cock. It was not long before he could feel Joseph responding at last. When he pulled out his tongue he found that Joseph's tongue had followed his into his own mouth. He sucked on Joseph's tongue as Joseph worked his tongue in and out of Rich’s sucking lips.

He had him; Joseph was Rich's now. He mounted Joseph's body and their cocks rubbed against each other. He dry fucked his soldier lover. The both of them held onto each other moaning and feeling each other's passion and moving faster and faster. Each one's body reached up to try to pull the other into himself… faster and faster, harder and harder and hotter and hotter. Till they were like rutting animals grunting and moaning and calling each other's name out over and over again.

At last the fire within them exploded. Simultaneously both yelled YEAHHHHHHHHHH as together both climaxed. Once they calmed down, they hugged each other and they both started to laugh and then came the tears as they held on to one and other. "That was fantastic Rich," Joseph said, trying to catch his breath was finally able to say. "I never, never, did I think it could be that way. Is it always that great and intense? I have never cummed so hard before. I thought I was going to blast you right off me." Then he began to laugh so hard he started to cry.

Rich held his face in both hands kissing away the tears and said, "No! no baby, not all the time. Sometimes it's even better and other times, with the wrong guy, it can be just a dirty filthy thing. It's the same with a woman... there are great fucks and then there are the pigs. Sex can be great, good or bad. Depends on you and your partner and how you feel about each other. Tonight, it was very good!”

Then smiling he added, "The night is young yet and we still have a few days to make it fantabulous, that is if you want to continue."