He sat in the large easy chair across from me sipping the glass of bourbon, his favorite bourbon, I had poured for him.
"How did all this start?"
"You mean, when did I know I was gay?"
"No, well maybe, but when did you start this 'involvement' with the military camp?"
"It wasn't on purpose. I think people intuitively see me as someone to turn to, to trust, and when you have several hundred lonely horny recruits, it's only a matter of time until probability and fate work together."
"As you well know, I ran a sundry, general goods store in the town. It was as sleepy a business as the town until the needs of the War in Europe and then Japan converted the old factory complex into a training camp. A steady flow of hungry and bored recruits wandered the town, giving my business a boost. These men, boys really, were a uniformed herd that cleared my shelves on a frequent basis. They came for snacks, for small comforts the military did not provide and trinkets to send as gifts to distant girlfriends.
"So...how did it start?"
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He tentatively crossed the backyard, hiding behind the hedge, the unused chicken coop and the stand of apple trees. I watched from my kitchen window, wondering who could be approaching my home from the woods, woods that stretched a quarter mile to the next property. He stepped into the light spilling from the window, expectation and fear struggling across his features. I saw no threat there. He withdrew into the shadow as I opened the back door and stepped out onto the porch.
"Hello?" I queried.
Nothing.
"Can I help with something? I saw you come into the yard."
He came forward a step, eyebrows raised in question. It was then I recognized him. He had been in my shop the day before, standing out among the other uniform-clad youths. I recalled his hair was fiery red, freckles on his cheeks, ears that stood out all the more from his freshly cropped head. He was tall and painfully thin yet all these features combined into an oddly attractive whole. His eyes had met mine causing me to realize my gaze had lingered too long. He had blushed fiercely, but still met my eyes. I had turned away trying to hide my embarrassment and made token efforts to be busy behind the counter. Another customer had approached me with a question and I had lost sight of him.
Now he was standing in my yard. How had he come here? I would not learn the answer until his third visit. For now, he silently clambered up the stairs of the porch and walked past me through the kitchen into the dimly lit parlor. I suppressed my amazement at this brashness, stepping into the kitchen. He reappeared in the doorway, apparently expecting me to follow. I smiled with some amusement and went into the living room. He stood to one side. I heard his breathing, that hollow breathiness of desire and need. I knew what he wanted and understood why he had come.
I approached him, kneeling in front of him in the half light. He stood stock still yet emitted urgency. I reached to unfasten his belt and pants then pulled them to the floor. He made no move. I pulled down his army-issue briefs to expose his already turgid cock. I examined the organ nestled in wiry hair. It was thick, thicker than his wrist, lengthening as I grasped the surprisingly large balls. I enclosed the swelling head with my mouth. He gasped – his first utterance since arriving. He remained motionless, as though innocent of the sexual interaction, letting all responsibility for what was happening fall to me – which I was delighted to assume. I caressed his organ with my tongue, sucking it fully into my mouth, the head just in my throat. I massaged his balls, pulling them down, enjoying their weight and size. I felt one hand on the back of my head, gently increasing pressure as his need intensified, the other clutching the back of a chair for balance. With a grunt from deep in his being, he filled my mouth with his seed. I heard him breath out "Yesssss" as his organ eased, becoming heavy on my tongue. It took several swallows to consume all he had ejaculated. I made noises of pleasure and appreciation, still sucking him to extract another drop. He shuddered and was done.
I rose to get a cloth from the kitchen to dry his cock. My back was to the door when I heard it open and close. He had gone. What an extraordinary experience. I didn't try to make sense of the nighttime visit of a stranger, rather I went to my bedroom and masturbated furiously several times recalling the thrill of his cock in my mouth, his balls in my hands.
Two days passed until I saw him again in the yard. He didn't hide as he had the first night, but walked with some confidence to the porch. I opened the kitchen door for him. He smiled, said nothing and walked past me to the parlor as he had the first night. I followed him, turning off all but one light in the far corner. He was unfastening his belt, urgent to release the growing bulge. I gestured to the large easy chair. "Take you pants off, open your shirt, sit down" I suggested. He complied. I put a few pillows behind him, causing him to sit forward, his balls hanging heavily off the front of the chair. I knelt between his spread legs and devoured his cock, lapped at his balls, ran my hands through the emerging patches of hair on his chest and did my all to please him. Several times I sensed his coming orgasm, I distracted him with pinches of his nipples, compounding his need. I continued until he found enough presence to plead, "Please, let me cum". I fondled and sucked a few minutes more then quickened my sucking and stroking. His hands gripped the arms of the chair and hips thrust forward driving his cock into my throat. I could feel the frantic pulsing as he came and came, the cum shooting down my throat. With a depleted "oh god" he collapsed into the chair.
He sprawled quietly for a time, regaining his breath. I continued tugging on his lovely balls, watching his earlier raging cock subside and lay heavily on his thigh. I felt his heart beat ease and saw consciousness come back into his eyes. He smiled in thanks, stood, dressed and left.
A full week went by before he again appeared in the yard. I had spent every evening since, staring into the yard, hoping to see him. And here he was. This time his walk was almost jaunty. He knew what he had come for, knew he would get it. And he did. The easy chair was again our venue for pleasure. He demanded his orgasm quickly, holding my head and pumping into my mouth until he came. But this time, he didn't get up and leave, he remained in the chair, placing his balls in my hands, and leaned back. "Do me again" he commanded. Ah, the regenerative power of youth. I doubled and tripled my efforts from before, making love to this man's cock and balls, caressing his body finally bringing him to climax after an hour's exertions. His orgasm was enormous, overflowing from my mouth despite my efforts to swallow it all. He smirked with pride at the volume.
I went into the kitchen to get a towel to clean myself, expecting to hear the door open and close. Instead, I heard the scrape of a chair as he pulled it out to sit down at the table. I turned to see him, dressed, leaning on his elbows, chin in his hands, smiling at me.
"Coffee?" I offered.
"Sure, that would be great" he accepted.
I set a kettle to boil, setting up a drip pot with fresh grounds.
"That sure is fun" he grinned.
"For me too. I get off on how much you like it."
"I'm gonna miss it. I ship out tomorrow. Wish I had had the courage to come over here sooner."
"How did you know I was here? That I might do this for you?"
"I saw you in the shop, you know Warren's downtown. The way you looked at me that time, I kinda knew."
"That's my shop. A lot of guys from the camp come in. I remember you being there. But how did you know where to find me?"
"I overheard you telling some customer that you lived in the cottage near the river, beyond the woods near the old factory now turned into the camp. I walked in the woods whenever I was blue or homesick just to get away from the base. One time I spotted the cottage and saw you through the window. It took me about twenty times before I actually came into your yard. That's when you spotted me. Boy am I glad."
"So am I. But now you're leaving. Europe?"
"Probably."
"Be careful, bring your lovely self back in one piece."
I leaned across the table to kiss him on the forehead. He accepted meekly.
"Uh, another thing. Can I tell my buddy about you? He kinda figured out I was having a good time the last time when I got back. He said I looked like I'd just gotten laid. I admitted it was probably better than that, so he's real interested in finding out for himself."
I gave my permission to the young man to tell his friend he could stop by, not aware that I would be called upon by a steady stream of men, men who were far from home, lonely and sexually deprived. I don't think I would have refused, even with the knowledge that for the next nearly three years, I'd daily visitors, sometimes several waiting unseen in the woods. I tried to limit myself to two a night, but more than one occasion a hang dog look of desperation, a too cute face or a pronounced bulge got the better of my resolve. Often, that last one was a surprise. All this I would more realize when looking back over those years, unaware at the time. At that moment, watching the young man disappear through the gap in the fence, my mind was wondering what the 'buddy' would be like.
Some days later, I was sitting on my back porch on an unexpectedly warm evening looking to see if anyone would show up. I heard him striding through the underbrush of the wood, not respecting the old trails, but making straight for my home. Even in the half light at a considerable distance I was struck by the refined beauty of my next young man. He must have been beautiful from birth, as a child, and now as a man. Fair skin with a shock of dark hair, refined features and an athletic body. My cock stirred anticipating delights to come. He strode up to the porch.
"Hey, Jim said I should stop by."
"Jim? Is that his name? He never said."
"I'm not surprised, he never talks much. More of an 'action' guy, but I figure you know that, too. I'm Frank, by the way." This offered with a wink.
"Come on in" I invited.
He walked directly into the parlor, I stopped to get a towel in the kitchen. On entering the parlor, I was struck still by the sight of Frank sprawled naked on the easy chair. Where Jim, as I now knew him, had wiry red haired on his crotch and emerging on his chest, Frank had very dark, silky hair framing his cock and lightly arrayed across his upper chest. His cock was thinner but hung long with a distinctive elegance. I sank to my knees eager to please him.
"Jim told me about the chair. Very comfortable. Want to get started?"
Frank's cock had begun to harden, lengthening still further, plumping nicely as I began to swirl the head with my tongue.
"Oh yeah man, suck my cock."
I sucked and tongued, working my way down the shaft until I had him wholly in my mouth and in my throat.
Frank cheered, "Yes, my man, take it all. None of my girls ever got near taking all of me. Damn."
