"The Three Day Pass"Chapter 1 Part 1
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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."
"OK, 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?"
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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 men," 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."
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"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.
"MMMMMMM 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 Ok?" 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 attackers 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."
...continues in "The Three Day Pass (ch.1 pt.2) " - click here to continue...
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