"The Three Day Pass" Chapter 5
by
...continues from "The Three Day Pass (ch.4)" - click here to start there...
His eyes adjusted to the changing light as the bus left
the darkness of the Lincoln tunnel and came into the
bright sunlight of morning. Once again he was looking
out the window at Manhattan, only this time he was
staring at the receding skyline of the city. As he leaned
back into the seat trying to get comfortable, his mind
wandered and images of the past three days flooded
his head.
Three days ago, was it really only three days ago
that all this started? Just three days since he had
entered this city, with nothing more in mind then having
a good time. A belated twenty first birthday celebration
was all he had planned on. Perhaps to get a little drunk,
pick up some cunt, have a ball, possibly even shack up
and fuck the living shit out of her. But a woman was not
what he wound up with. No instead of a woman he had
shacked up with a GUY. Impossible but true! He was
still in a state of shock. What a difference those three
days had made. He could not believe what had
happened and how he had changed in so short a time.
What had happened to him?? Where did he go wrong,
(if it was wrong)??? He closed his eyes and shook his
head trying to clear the thoughts and pictures from his
brain. But one thought kept returning over and over and
over again.
That thought was Richard or Rich, as he preferred
to be called. Richard just filled his mind. Even the
lingering smell of his aftershave triggered erotic sexual
fantasies. Joseph's fingers reached under his shirt
where they found and touched the heavy gold chain that
Richard had placed there. He felt his cock getting
harder and harder. Stop it, he kept telling himself. But,
try as hard as he might, one indelible picture kept
reappearing before his mind's eye. The picture of
himself and Richard, dancing nude together last night
after diner. The sound of the music filing his ears and
the combined odor of that damn aftershave and their
heated bodies... Closing his eyes he drifted off into a
deep sleep only to be awakened by the bus driver,
shouting, "Hey this is where you get off soldier boy." As
quickly as he could he shook the sleep from his eyes,
gathered his gear, stepped down from the bus and
found himself at the base gate. After showing his
orders to the MP in the guardhouse and asking
directions, he was directed to a bus stop where he
caught a base transport to the school compound.
Being a new-comer on this base, he was still
unsure where things were and how to get around. After
telling the driver where he would like to get off he took a
seat and looked at the passing scenery. While the
driver had assured him he would notify him when to get
off, it was still fun trying to guess before hand. He was
looking for a familiar landmark, but the different
company areas all looked alike. Finally, the driver called
out "Language School" and he gathered his gear and
got off. He still felt like a fish out of water, but that was to
be expected. After a few wrong turns he finally
recognized his barracks, went in and found his
quarters. While unpacking his canvas travel bag, he
noted that his roommate must have also returned from
his pass. His bed was messed up, however he was
not around. Joseph washed up and then reported into
his company clerk.
"Glad to see you made it back, safe and early yet."
the company clerk greeted him. "Your roommate also
checked in earlier. He went to the PX I think. If there
anything you need to help you get settled, now would be
a good time to ask."
"Well corporal, you wouldn't happen to have a
map of the area? I feel a bit lost and could use some
directions or maps as to where things are located. You
know, like the PX, the theater, mess hall, cleaners and
the laundry." Joseph asked.
The corporal pushed himself away from his desk,
got up went to a filing cabinet, withdrew a few sheets of
paper and handed them to Joseph. "This should tell
you everything you need to know for now. Orientation is
at 1000 hours tomorrow and you will be given
additional information as well as your schedule then.
Till then you are free to roam around the base, go to the
PX or the base theater, they are showing a new movie
there tonight. By the way, my name is Williams,
Corporal John Williams. As you can see I'm the
company clerk and if you need anything, Benson, just
give me a holler. You look kind of tired and beat. Bet you
had a hell of a time in the city?"
"Yes, one hell of a fantastic time. New York is
really a great town. Lots to see and do there. However, I
know I missed a lot. I can't wait to go back again.
What's the company leave policy like?" he asked.
"Well if things go the way they usually go around
here, after a week or two, you should be able to get a
weekend pass almost every weekend. How do you
think that girl you met in the "Big Apple" will like that?"
Joseph smiled at the clerk. "How did you know I
met someone?"
"It's written all over your face! I could tell by the way
you walked in here. I can always tell the ones that got
laid. There is that self-satisfied look on their faces. And
they look like they could use a full nights sleep. Did I
guess right?" he asked.
"You're batting 100 percent, Williams. Maybe I'll settle in
and take a rest before chow time. Thanks for the maps.
See you later corporal," he said, and with that he
walked out of the office and headed back to his
quarters.
Those quarters were shared with a black soldier from
Atlanta, Georgia. Their room had the usual Government
Issue furniture; two single beds, two OD green metal
wall lockers, two OD green desks with chairs & lamps
and the required and ever-present army footlockers.
When he entered his room, his roommate, Private
Ibrahim Smith was resting on his bed with his eyes
closed. He appeared to be out like a light. Not wanting
to disturb him, Joseph slipped onto his own bed and
recalled their brief meeting before Joseph had headed
to New York City and he had gone to a town in Jersey
called Patterson.
Ibrahim seamed to be a nice guy. He was taller than
Joseph; about 6 foot 2 inches, with light brown skin.
The light skin color and his rather handsome
Caucasian features were most likely due to "mixed"
blood. For an enlisted man he was well educated,
having graduated High School and gone on to a
community college in Georgia. He did well there in his
studies, until a recession hit and dried up what little
money he had put aside for his education. Unable to
find the money or a part time job, he was forced to leave
school. Ibrahim's family, like Joseph's, were farmers
and just could not see their way clear to continue to
help pay for his education. It was a shame, because he
loved learning and was a good student.
While there might have been scholarships, the
recession had also dried up their ability to collect funds.
The only other means of continuing his education
turned out to be the army. They offered to enroll him in
their ROTC program, but he was not really looking for a
career as an Army officer. Besides he did not want to tie
himself down for that long a time. As an enlisted man
he could serve his time and save enough to continue
his education without having to sign his life away. Who
knew, in two or three years the economy was bound to
get better and more part time jobs might be found.
____________________________
____________________________
The army was glad to have him because he had
something they needed badly. Ibrahim was a Muslim,
having converted in High School. He had learned to
read Arabic in order to convert, but he had never really
learned to speak the language. Ibrahim was therefore
perfect for a new method of language instruction with
which the army was experimenting. Potential translators
would be gathered together and totally submersed in
the language and culture. There were two main
components to this new method.
1. Creating an envioment where Arabic was used as
the prime means of communication and restricting the
use of English. 2. Grouping together novices and
people with some knowledge of the language. By doing
this it was hoped that they would play off each other and
speed up the learning.
So it was that by the luck of the draw Joseph found
himself rooming with Ibrahim Smith, a black guy.
Joseph, coming from a small town in upstate New
York, had very little experience living and dealing with
people of color. Except for seeing them on T.V., the
movies, and having a few in his Basic Training unit, he
knew nothing of colored people. He never really had the
desire to get "close" to any of them. Well, --- thats not
exactly the truth, he did have this vision of Halley Berry
and himself in bed, but then that was just the sexual
fantasy of many young sexually active guys after seeing
the movie "Monster Ball". So, when Ibrahim and he
were paired as roommates, he was a bit on edge. He
expressed these feelings to Ibrahim, and told him that in
spite of this he hoped that they would get to be cool with
living together.
"Well we have no choice. We are just going to have
to adjust to this situation. Perhaps if we just forget
about this race shit we might even get to like one and
other. We can try to be easy with each other; we can
even joke about it. Hey, remember that we are both
human beings and bound to make mistakes... By the
way," his handsome face breaking into a big smile and
with an over stated southern accent said, "Y'all safe
with me, white boy, I'ze a partial vegetarian, don't eat no
pork, nor do I'za eat the other kind of 'white meat'. I won't
eat you and to start with, you can even have my share of
the pork in the mess."
"If you're sure you are not just trying to fatten me
because I'm so tough and if that includes the bacon you
got a deal.... I think we are going to get along just fine.
Hey, as long as you are supposed to know some
Arabic, how about you teach me a few words. You know
like the ones I would need to pick up a belly dancer or
two." Joseph asked.
"You infidels! Belly dancing is an old respected art
form like your ballet. But just to get us off on the right
foot here are a few words like, 'I love you' and 'darling'
that might help," his roommate taught him these. It was
difficult getting Joseph's tongue to twist and turn in
order to get the words out properly. There were sounds
that did not appear in English. Frustrated at times,
Ibrahim kept using one expression over and over.
When Joseph asked him what it meant, he just lowered
his eyes and said, "Never mind, this is Arabic 101 and
that lesson is a bit too advanced for you."
"Come on now. What does it mean and how do you
say it?"
"It's just a very rude curse expression, that
unfortunately, may Allah forgive me, I use too often." he
said. "I have to be careful not to use it around my mom.
My mother, is still a Christian, and would kill me if she
knew what it meant. It's 'Koos Emach'. Roughly it
means, 'your mother's vagina'."
"Well let's see now -- I love you --darling,--cunt--and
mother. I think that's enough for one day. As long as we
getting some time off, how about you coming into the
city with me and help me celebrate my birthday?"
Joseph had asked him.
"Thank you for the invitation, I would like to, but I have
already made other arrangements. There is a large
Muslim community in Paterson and I am looking
forward to visiting a few of the Mosques there. You can
come with me, but somehow I don't think a sober
celebration was what you had in mind. Maybe some
other time."
And so each had gone their own way and now they
had both returned exhausted. They lay on their cots and
rested till it was time for chow call. After waking up and
going to eat they went to the PX picked up a few last
minute things and Joseph was able to make a phone
call to Richard. They talked about little things for a
while. Rich told him about his day and how much he
missed Joseph. Joseph in turn related details about
his day and they set a time to call each other every day.
Joseph told him that it might be two weeks before he
was able to get another pass.
"Two weeks, that long?" he said dejectedly. "Two
whole weeks, damn, can't I come and visit you on the
weekend? There must be motels near the camp? If you
were able to get away in the evening I could stay there
and we could at least see each other for a few hours.
Ask around; see what you can come up with. Two
weeks will seam like a life time without you, baby."
"I'll check it out and let you know." The soldier said,
"But I wouldn't want you to spend all that money and we
would have to be very careful not to be seen together as
'you know what'. I miss you too babe, but with my being
in the army and all, we have to get used to being apart.
After all, I will be going overseas someday soon and
you won't be able to follow me there."
"Don't remind me. That's why I want us to be together
as much as we can while you are still here. I love you
and want your warm body close to me."
For close to half an hour the conversation continued
along those lines; each not wanting to break the
connection. Just wanting to hear the voice of the other,
afraid to let the other hang up. Finally, Ibrahim who was
waiting outside knocked on the phone booth door and
Joseph told Richard he had to get back to the barracks
as it was getting late. They kissed good night and hung
up.
____________________________
____________________________
"Sorry about that. You know how it is when you get to
talking and loose tract of the time." He said after getting
out of the booth, "We better get back. We have a busy
day tomorrow."
"How is she?" Ibrahim asked as they walked back to
their quarters. "I assume that was your girlfriend. No
one talks that long on the phone except to the love of
his life."
"Well, what do you know? Besides being a scholar
you're a detective and clairvoyant as well." Joseph
smiled and said, "I hope you don't read minds also."
"No I don't read minds, but I bet you are going to
want another three day pass soon." he said as they
entered the barracks to bed down for the night. The next
day was fast paced. The orientation went well and the
introductory classes were interesting. The culture
classes were fascinating. The history of the Arab
people and their near conquest of the entire Christian
world made the head spin. Until now, Joseph had no
idea that the majority of people on earth were Muslims
and that at one time they had just about controlled all of
Europe. Their empire had spread from the Middle East
westward across North Africa to included all of Spain
and part of southern France and spread East to China
and north through most of southeastern Europe until
Austria. They had been an enlightened people
interested in science and poetry. He was also taught
about several differences within Islam.
Learning to read threw him for a loop. He had
trouble, absorbing not only the different alphabet, but on
top of that having to "read backwards". His eyes just
kept wanting to to go to the upper left hand side of the
page. Joseph was not the only one afflicted with in this
problem. Most of the students had this problem. Most of
them thought that it was silly, and the instructor had to
point out that western languages were new to writing
using an alphabet. Until they came in contact with the
Semitic sea traders they had no written alphabet of their
own. The Semitic alphabet was developed before the
use of paper and pen. It was carved into stone and as
most people are right handed, it was hard to carve the
letters from left to right. Arabic being a Semitic
language is still written the old Semetic way, right to left.
When the Greeks and later the Romans adopted the
Semitic alphabet they changed certain letters and after
a while the direction of reading and writing. In fact as
the instructor pointed out, old Greek at one time was
written starting in the upper right hand part of the page
and going to left -- at the end of that line instead of
going back to the right side and starting another line, it
just moved down one line and continued to the right.
After a while, with the introduction of clay tablets and
stylists it became easier to write and read left to right.
Anyway by the end of the day most of the students were
in 'Culture shock' and had headaches. On top of all
this--there was plenty of homework to do.
After school let out Joseph made a few inquiries and
was told that he could leave the base at night as long
as he gave them a telephone number where he could
be reached in case they had an alert or other
emergency. He just had to get a pass and be back by
morning roll call at 0800 hours. The telephone number
worried him until his next conversation with Richard
later that evening when Rich suggested that he get a
cell phone.
"Look don't worry about it, I'll pick up one for you and
bring it with me when I come to see you." he told him.
"Besides it's a great idea for you to have one, this way
we will be able to talk and leave messages for each
other. Everything is going to work out fine."
"Yes, but you can't call me when I'm in class, unless
it's a real emergency."
"That's one of the real beauties of this thing. You can
turn off the ringer and use the caller ID to see who
called and then return the call later when you get a free
moment. I could leave messages for you and you could
do the same on my phone. I'll show you all about it
when I see you," Richard said and added. "I could be
up there Friday night and stay till Sunday."
"That would be great, but I don't know if I could get off
before noon Saturday. Friday nights are G.I. night. We
have to scrub our quarters and stand Saturday morning
inspection. After inspection we usually have time off till
0800 hours Monday morning. Rich, how are you going
to be able to afford all this?"
"No problem." It's going to work out perfectly. I love
you and I want to be with you and damn it, it will workout
because we will make it work out! Did you find out a
nice Motel where I can stay?"
"There is a motel not too far from the main gate," he
told him and gave him all the information. "It's not a
classy place but it is cheep and some of the guys I
spoke to said it was clean. I can walk to the main gate
from there easily and pick up the base transport in
plenty of time to get back for morning roll call."
"You know what?" Richard said, "I'm going to come
down there by car. I can pick up my old Ford at my
parent's house and drive down there early Saturday
morning. I can check out the motel and then we can
have lunch together. On Sunday we can take a drive in
the country or maybe even go on a picnic or
something."
"Sounds like a plan. I didn't know you had a car. I had
one before I went into the army. It was an old beat-up
Ford also, but it got me from place to place---well, most
of the time. No girl would even go out with you, if you
didn't have wheels by age 16. Hell most of us were
driving by 13."
"Are you kidding?" Richard laughed, "It was the
same with us. You can't live on Long Island without
having a car. You need it to get to the Railroad Station.
It's not like the city where everything is within walking
distance or public transportation. Just about everyone
drives there. Hell, even if you want to get a pack of
condoms you have to drive."
"Oh, so that's why you had a gross of them in your
night table drawer." The soldier quipped.
"That was for, 'just-in-case'! Since your three-day
visit, I've laid in an additional gross. Old Rich, wants to
be sure to have enough on hand when that big strong
soldier captures and conquers him again. God I miss
that ass of yours."
____________________________
____________________________
"Damn stop it! You'll make me cummmm in the
phone booth. Can you just keep that though till we meet
again? I miss you also babe. Only a week since we
parted, but it feels like an eternity."
The next few days, Joseph was too busy to think of
anything but work. Classes were grueling and
frustrating to say the least. Having to carry on
conversations using hand signals and a limited
vocabulary was almost impossible. If it had not been for
Ibrahim he would not have known what to do. But
slowly, very slowly he began to learn. He had no
alternative and neither did most of the students. Those
first few days saw about ten students drop out. All of
them harbored that attitude that English was enough.
Any other language was a waist of time learning. How
they ever got picked for this school was a mystery.
Thank god that the history and customs classes were
conducted in English, but here too he began to notice
that more and more Arabic was being introduced.
The weekend finally came and the students were
looking forward to a little time off. Joseph and Rich had
spoken by phone every night. They had set up plans for
the coming weekend. Corporal Williams had got the OK
for him to stay over night in town and Joseph had given
him the cell phone number that Richard had given to
him.
"Is that girl you met in the city coming up to see you?"
Williams had teased him. "Does she have a friend for
me? If she does, then we could make it a four some
and do it every week."
"I wish she was coming," Joseph said and with a
sad face continued. "It's just a long lost relative that I
have been trying to meet." he lied. "You see I was
adopted and have been searching for my birth relatives
all my life. You know trying to find my 'Roots'. This guy's
name came to me from someone back home and he
thinks we might be related. Hey, if he has a sister, I'll try
to set you up for next time."
Well not all of that was a lie. Like most adopted
children, he had always been curious about his 'Real
Family'. The meeting a relative part was just something
he thought up on the spot. This way in case he and
Richard were spotted in town together, he would have a
cover story.
Saturday afternoon finally arrived and right after
inspection, dressed in his civilian clothes and trying to
act real cool, he picked up his overnight pass and
headed for the main gate. Showing his pass to the
guard he started walking toward town. A red Ford
Mustang convertible with its ragtop up, pulled over to
the curb and a smiling Richard leaned over, opened the
door and said, "Can I give you a lift soldier boy? You are
Private Joseph Benson aren't you? Its been so long
and I almost didn't recognize you in your civvies."
"Hey! This is some old Ford you have here. It's a
collector's item," he said throwing his overnight bag in
the rear and seating himself as close to Richard as he
could without sitting on his lap. "Where are we going
first? I leave it up to you, whatever you want to do. Do we
go for a drive first or right to that motel?"
"We are not going to that motel. It was not fit for us
baby." Richard said as he pulled away from the curb
and as his fingers squeezed Joseph's thigh he said,
"When I went home to pick up the car my folks
questioned me about why I needed the car. One
question lead to another and finally I told them all about
us. Well, not all, but enough anyway. My father let me
have it.
"No son of mine is going to get caught in some
cheep sleazy motel room with some horny soldier,"
Richard said imitating his father. "Here's a few
hundred, get a room in a first class hotel and have a
great time. If he is as great as you say he is, he
deserves better than that." Then continuing in his own
voice he said, "Joseph, he and mom want to meet you
as soon as possible."
"Anyway when I got down here and took one look at
that motel I decided that father really does know best
and I checked us out of there and got us into a first
class hotel with a swimming pool AND an in-room hot
tub."
"You and your family are going to spoil me rotten."
He said, a little perturbed. "I was so looking forward to a
little debauchery in a cheep rundown motel that rents
rooms out by the half hour, but I guess we will just have
to make do." Then becoming serious, he said, "Your
parents sound wonderful and while I would love to
meet them, I don't want to embarrass you. I told you I'm
adopted and I never had a real family of my own. The
thought of meeting your parents just scares the shit out
of me."
"You'll do just fine. They will love you." he said as
they pulled into a parking space in the hotel parking lot.
Leaning over to Joseph and kissing him on the cheek
and he said, We're home lov--well home for now
anyway."
They entered the hotel, went through the
ostentatious lobby to the elevator where they entered
and Richard inserted a special key in the keypad and
pressed the penthouse button. "Nothing but the best for
us." he said as the elevator climbed quickly to the top
floor. The elevator doors parted and they found
themselves in a small foyer, looking at a door that had
a gold plaque on it announcing that it was the
'Presidential Suite'. Richard opened the door, turned to
Joseph and said with a twinkle in his eye, "Shall I carry
you over the threshold, Habibi."
"Don't be an ass. The last thing we need is for you to
get a hernia. It would ruin every thing," he said pushing
pass the door way and dropping his canvas overnight
bag, he turned and reached out and beckoned his lover
to him. "Rich, I missed you so much." The door
slammed shut and their arms circling each other, lips
meeting, their tongues engaging in a romantic love
dance.
They stood there kissing and hugging, but not for
long. Richard breaking the kiss whispered, "I got to
show you this joint. You'll love it."
"To hell with the place! Who has the time for the
'Grand Tour'? Just show me the bedroom." Joseph
moaned as his fingernails dug into Rich's back. "Damn
that aftershave of yours is driving me bonkers. It's like
an aphrodisiac. Makes me so horny. I want you to rape
me four of five times and then start all over again."
____________________________
____________________________
Well there goes my great seduction plan. The hell
with the fancy hotel, the flowers, the wine, the candle
light supper, the music and the foreplay; to hell with it
all." Richard grinned as he pulled the neckline of his
lover's shirt aside and started to nibble on the crook of
his neck. His mouth devoured his throat and his fingers
reaching under Joseph's shirt found and squeezed his
hard pecs. Guiding him into the bedroom and he pulled
the shirt off him as they went. Easing Joseph onto the
bed his fingers touching the gold chain around his neck
Rich smiled and moved his fingers down his chest to
his belly to undo the belt and unzip his pants. Then he
pulled them and his OD boxers down his lover's legs
exposing his hard seven and one half inch uncut cock.
"There is nothing that turns me on so much as that
damn Government Issue negligee you have on and that
big cock of yours. I missed nibbling on that sweet
foreskin of yours."
Removing the rest of Joseph's clothes, he then
stood back and admired the nude body laying
crossways on the bed with its feet on the floor. Richard
quickly got rid of his own clothing leaving bits and
pieces of clothing where they fell. Kneeling between his
lovers spread legs, he took first one and then the other
foot to his lips and kissed them and sucked each toe
into his hot demanding mouth. His tongue then licked
under the moaning soldier's foot causing him to giggle.
"Oh! You think it's funny, do you? I'll show you funny," he
said reaching up and grabbing the hard cock of his
lover and skinning back the foreskin. Using his tongue,
he probed and ran it under the skin and over the purple
cock head. Finding and tasting the dripping pre-cum
flowing from the cock slot, he lapped it up. His lips
circled the hot angry head and closed down on the wet
pulsating manhood. One thrust and it sunk into his
throat and as the moist warm throat closed around it...
BOOOOOOM it exploded pumping hot
cummmmmmmm deep into his throat.
"Shit shit shit!!! I could not hold it. I came too soon...
Just like a teenage idiot!" Joseph cried, the tears
flowing down his cheeks.
"Don't cry baby, It happens to all of us when we are
'overheated'. He reached up and took Joseph's face in
his hands and leaned into him and kissed away his
tears and then his lips, his tongue driving into the
sobbing mouth of his lover.
"MMMMMM Rich you taste salty and sweet at the
same time."
"I hope you like it...I concocted it just for you-- Your
tears and your cummmm. Get used to it baby we are
going to taste the result of our love for a long, long
time." Then getting up he flipped Joseph onto his belly
and shoving a pillow under his belly he reached into the
nightstand draw, pushed aside the Gideon's bible and
selected a lubed condom and rolled it on his hard cock.
Joseph reaching back and spreading his ass
cheeks with his fingers moaned, "No prep. No KY jelly
lubricant--- I want it as dry and hard as you can give it to
me.. I want to feel your cock rip me apart."
"You sure? I don't want to hurt you. Your ass is
almost virgin territory!"
"Yesssssssss. Yes I'm sure; hard and deep and
fast."
"Okay plow boy you are about to be plowed." he said
and grabbing his rock hard dick and placing it on the
soldier's rosebud he forced his cock into his screaming
victim. The ass hole was tight as hell but it gave way
and his penis, once passed the ring, pushed deep into
the bowels until both men's balls were slapping
against each other.
"Man that smarts!"
"I'll rest and let you get used to it."
"NO! NO! NO! Fuck me hard and fast and deep."
"Okay Trooper. I'm the cavalry and you are my horse
and I'm going to ride you till you drop dead." And with
that Richard pulled his cock out to the ring and plowed
it back in again. Again and again over and over, in and
out he drove his cock. He continued long dicking the
screaming soldier.
"Scream all you want--there is no one here to hear
you." He plowed in and out hitting Joseph's sex button
with every forward stroke and rubbing over it on the up
stroke. He heard the helpless whimpering mass of
flesh beneath him screaming; YESSSSSSS,
YESSSSSSSS with each forward thrust. Again, do it
again. With each outward pull, Joseph could feel his
insides being sucked out while Richard felt like a
vacuum pump was drawing the stored up cum from his
balls to the tip of his cock. The room began to spin for
both of them. Both caught up in a spiral of emotions
and feelings. Richard was an ocean wave hitting
against Joseph's ass. Little by little eating away at it
and then boom; the cannon roared and exploded and
Joseph could feel the cummmmmmm filling the
condom. And then silence and calm as Richard
collapsed over Joseph's body. Joseph's cock shooting
ropes of cum while his ass squeezed the invading prick
over and over, sending electric after shocks through
both of their nervous systems. As they entered into a
state of orgasmic oblivion,
"God! Fantastic, that was fantastic," Richard
whispered. "Are you okay? I didn't hurt you too much did
I? There was a moment or two there when I thought I
had gone too far. I wouldn't want to really hurt you - you
know that don't you?"
"I'm okay, a bit bruised and battered, but I wanted you
to do it. I wanted to feel what you felt when I conquered
you last week." Joseph said with a small smile on his
face. "Now I'm the one that's going to walk kind of
funny."
" Only one difference--no! Make that two," Richard
said. "I was not a virgin and at least here we have that
hot tub to recuperate in. We're paying for it, so let's
make use of it Just the two of us together in the tub with
the warm water massaging our aches and pains
away... Then maybe we will start all over..."
"What the fuck do you mean -- Maybe?"
...continues in "The Three Day Pass (ch.6)" - click here to continue...
[Note: this story is protected by international copyright law,
all rights not expressly waived are reserved by its author.]
________________________________________
writing to . If we have their email address
on file we'll also forward your comments to the author for you.
____________________
Back to the BDSM Stories Index Page
_______________
Back to Main Stories Index Page