Freshman Year Roommate, Part 17
Everyone is over 18 years of age
That first summer in the apartment was a wonderful time. We really got settled in and had a nice home life as we moved into sophomore year. (We even got blinds for the windows!)
As we continued our classes in the months ahead, we also expanded our circle of friends, and the apartment let us hold get-togethers, parties, and even poker games with some of John's ROTC buddies (by the way, they pronounced ROTC "rot-see."). I sometimes joined in the games, and I felt like I became the ROTC mascot. Even Frank and Steve, not exactly my favorites, once showed up for a poker night. Apparently, our low-stakes poker games were getting to be a big social event in their group, and my noble boyfriend offered them a chance to join in and save face over their previous Neanderthal behavior with us. Well, to be fair, Frank never was too horrible, but I wouldn't have shed a tear if I never saw Steve again.
Still, he was well behaved and even polite to me. I'd told John in advance that I'd throw his ass out if any of his macho shit surfaced in my own home, but John assured me he'd be fine, and he was. John was on track for a career in engineering, but maybe he really was destined to be a great mediator or diplomat!
Something about being off campus had us exploring the city more and bringing along our friends when we could. I had joined the campus LGBT group freshman year but wasn't all that active. Starting in sophomore year, I got more involved and made new friends there. I think a couple of the members, both theater kids, were interested in me, but I told them I had a boyfriend. They asked me to bring him around, and I said I'd try sometime. And John had friends, both from ROTC and his engineering peers.
We liked our friends and wanted each other to know them better. So we started finding ways to try to make that happen. It could be a little weird at times, but we did everything above board and were tight enough with our respective groups that they put up with it. Better yet, in time, some of them got to be friends themselves. That made for interesting times when the beer starting flowing with some of the theater kids and the ROTC guys together in our home. I'm not saying any straight military boys necessarily went home with any gay theater kids--at least as far as I ever knew--but I definitely saw some semi-inebriated coziness on the couch some nights. Someone might even write a sitcom around the poker game on one side of our living room while a musical was on the TV at the other end.
Our trips to some of the local parks were great, too. On a nice, sunny day, we'd take a blanket and a picnic basket--yes, I actually got us an old-style picnic basket--and ask some of our friends along and go lay on the grass. One of our favorite places has a nice lake, and we'd just lay by it and enjoy the view, chatting with our friends. Sometimes, some of the local kids would come through, and I was waiting for someone to say something, since John and I pretty clearly were together, but nothing ever went wrong, so I can't share some dramatic moment from the park trips.
Best of all, the fresh air only seemed to enhance what we already had. One day in the park, we were lounging on our blanket on the grass when I felt his breath on my ear and heard him whisper, "Maybe I should bring you back here one night and fuck your pretty ass right here on the grass!"
I turned to him and said, "Such a romantic!" and gave him a quick kiss. "Plus, I'm sure a public lewdness arrest would do wonders for your standing as an Army officer."
"You're such a buzzkill!" he chuckled.
"Not to worry, General. I'll make it up to you later, sir!"
He bent towards me far enough to smack my ass, and then he went back to just lying there, relaxing. But I admit, I loved when he got so horny that I knew I'd be getting some the moment the apartment door closed behind us!
We had a few friends with us, so when we got done in the park, we didn't rush home. We stopped at a cute little shop nearby to look at some tchotchkes (roughly translated, that's Yiddish for cute shit we didn't need). We didn't buy anything, but it was a fun stop. Then we all grabbed a bite to eat at a coffeeshop several blocks from campus. None of us needed to be spending the extra money, but it wasn't too expensive and we enjoyed it.
When we got back home, we waved hi to Phoebe through the glass front of her office. She waved and smiled at us. Then we got in the elevator and were making out as soon as the door closed. John's tongue was practically down my throat, and our hands were all over each other. There was just so much we could do in the short time before the elevator reached the seventh floor. As soon as it opened, we practically ran down the hall to our place. Sure enough, as soon as the door was closed behind us, John was all over me. Wow, he was horny today! It really must have been all that fresh air!
We wound up on the floor in the entry hallway, making out for I-don't-know-how-long. At one point, when we broke our kiss long enough for me to say something, I said, "Hey, beautiful, want to go get comfortable in bed, or did you want to make our children here on the floor?"
He laughed, stood and held his hand out to help me up. Such a gentleman!
I went to clean up before we got in bed. I quickly jumped in the shower, and as I was showering, he stuck his head in. Sadly, he wasn't joining me. "Hon," he said, "I remembered that I can't spend all afternoon making love. I have that ROTC exercise I have to report for."
I was very disappointed. "Fuck, that sucks." He looked hurt. I said, "No, I get it. Don't be upset. Go get ready, if you have to. We can have some fun tonight. This isn't an overnight thing, is it?"
"No, just a few hours."
"Great!"
So he popped back out of the bathroom, and I finished my shower.
When I got out there, he'd changed into his fatigues and had a bunch of other gear nearby that had to go with him. He used to leave more in a locker on campus, but these days, he was bringing a lot of it home. It just made more sense. And I had to admit... fuck, he made a hot looking soldier!
Okay, okay, you're rolling your eyes, knowing I'd say he made a hot looking librarian or beautician or whatever he did. But really, the uniform on that body! It didn't even fit snugly--the fatigues were more built for comfort and utility--but he made them look hot.
When I laid eyes on him, dressed in the fatigues he needed to wear for this ROTC exercise, I outright growled at him. "Damn, soldier, are you sure you don't want to get some exercise here first?" And in my naked condition, my admiration was quite visible.
He checked the time and said, "I don't have time to make love to you properly."
"And who said I needed you to make love to me 'properly'? How about you just take me and make me your cumdump, because you need to empty those big balls."
As I finished saying that, I could see his dick pushing out the front of his fatigue pants.
"Yeah," I said, staring at that huge bulge, "we can't send you over there looking like that. People will talk!"
He smiled, came over and pushed me onto the bed. He kissed me, but I said, "I thought you were going to show me what a powerful soldier you are and take charge! None of this lovey nonsense. Just fuck my guts out!"
He quickly got into this roleplay, threw the cap he wore with all of this aside and shrugged off his jacket. I scooted to the edge of the bed, hanging my legs off the side. He came over, undid his belt and quickly pushed down his pants and underwear.
"Oh, fuck, yes baby!" came from my mouth without thought, just looking at this man in front of me, pants around his knees and a tight green Army t-shirt stretched across that chest. He lifted my legs, and as I was helping keep them up in the air myself, I handed him a bottle of lube. "Don't waste time, soldier. You need to cum in me and then go report for duty!"
The look on his face was pure lust, and I loved it!
He lubed his dick and started rubbing that big thing on my hole, pressing the head into me, gently at first. Then I said, "Come on, give it to me!" and he pushed harder. I felt my hole stretching around him as he pushed. Time was, he would have torn me apart if he'd started so fast, but I was used to my man now, so I just needed a minute to adjust, and then... holy fuck, okay, it still was big, but there was just a twinge of pain as he slid into me. All he heard from me, though, was a deep moan, as I reached down to grab his ass as he buried his length in me.
"Yes, fuck my hole! Give it to me!" And he did, first making sure he had his entire length buried in me, and then pulling back to long-stroke my hole and churn my insides hard! He made sure my guts were the home for his cock, slamming hard into me. My moans aside, the slap-slap-slap of this powerful man working up a load to fill me was unmistakable.
"Fuck, I love you, Jess! We're made for this!"
"Yes, my stud, give me that big dick!"
I loved how he looked. I had the best view in the world, looking up between my legs at that gorgeous face as it registered the pleasure of my inner flesh squeezing and sucking his length as he moved. I was grabbing for his ass but wound up digging into his sides. I was grabbing so hard as I moaned in pleasure that I'm glad I didn't draw blood! "Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh John, yes! Deeper! Give me every inch!" If we'd still had that old bed, it would have collapsed from the power he was throwing into every thrust, like he was testing the strength of this one!
Oh, fuck, this was amazing! And then he literally cried out, "ahhhh!" and I felt him give a last, deep thrust and his dick seemed to swell even bigger and start flooding my guts with big spurts of his semen that I could feel with every shot. After about six shots in me, he started moving slowly again, spending about a minute churning his load in me. Then he slowly slid out, and said "thank you, babe! But you didn't cum. Want me to suck you off?" I said, "No, I don't want you rushed to get there. You can make it up to me later."
He smiled at me, the ruddiness in his cheeks from the sexual exertions making him look even hotter than usual, if such a thing were possible. "Deal," he said, and he zipped back up, just stuffing his dick into his shorts and pulling up his pants.
"Go get 'em, soldier!" and I gave him a kiss before he grabbed his stuff and headed for the door.
By the way, as much as calling him "soldier" was part of our playfulness at times, the idea of him being in the Army scared the shit out of me. I wanted to know that he always was safe. The idea that he could be deployed anywhere and get shot at was a thought I tried not to dwell on. I knew he'd keep his commitment, a commitment that pre-dated me being part of his life, but I really didn't like it, even if I respected his honoring it and serving.
As he went to his ROTC thing, I did some reading and threw together a sandwich. If you're thinking, "and went to clean up?" as part of this, no. I liked the feeling of soreness and his load planted deep in me. If I could keep it there forever, I would.
A few hours later, John returned. He looked pretty worn out and grimy. Honestly, my plan for his return was something like, throw him over the side of the bed, pull down his pants and do to him what he did to me before he left, but... "Whoa, you're a grimy mess, soldier." I sniffed. "And really need a shower. Jeez!"
He gave a tired laugh. "Nice to see you, too!"
"I can love you without loving the smell coming off you right now."
"Okay, okay, I'll go hit the shower."
I did give him a kiss, however, and said, "Want me to take this stuff down to the wash while you get cleaned up?"
"Yes, please."
So John stripped everything off, and I gathered all of it up to take to the laundry room in the basement. When I got down there, Phoebe was there. "I saw him come back. You're sweet to get that all cleaned up for him."
"Least I can do!"
She smiled. "By the way, thank you!"
I was puzzled. "For what?"
She smiled and said, "For forgetting about the camera in the elevator when you two came back earlier today!"
Oh, fuck, she could see us making out. How did we forget that? I knew I was turning red, but she said, "Oh, just go with it. You brightened an old lady's day!"
I smiled. And then she added, "Hey, when my husband and I were newlyweds, I never could sit down. I get it!"
I
knew
