Chapter 5 – Tommy's Story -Back from the dead.
Tommy found himself in a field. The sun was shining and the birds were singing. He could see his mother dancing with a young boy. Looking closer he realised he was looking at himself. They would often go on picnics and were such happy times. His mother saw him and smiling beckoned him over. As he walked towards her he felt pure joy and happiness. If this was heaven then he had definitely come home. Suddenly someone called his name from behind and he turned round to see Ryan standing there in full dress uniform. He looked so handsome. Tommy was sure this must be heaven now, both the people he loved, both who have died, here to greet him. Ryan called again only this time it sounded more urgent. Tommy tried to call back but he couldn't speak, his throat hurt. He was suddenly aware of a blinding headache and darkness enveloped him.
"Tommy, wake up!"
He opened his eyes to see a face staring back at him. It was dark but the moonlight illuminated his features enough to see he was looking at Ryan.
"Am I dead?" he croaked dreamily hardly able to talk.
Ryan smiled, "No thank God."
Tommy was confused, if he wasn't dead and Ryan was in front of him then he was either a ghost or... Ryan kissed him and Tommy burst into tears.
"You're alive," he said flinging his arms around him. Clinging on with all his might he sobbed into his neck.
Ryan cradled him, holding him just as tight, tears rolling down his cheeks. "I've missed you," he said.
"Where have you been? I thought you was dead."
"I was captured," he replied. "Our mission was compromised and we got ambushed. I lost ten good men in that fight. The rest of us was transferred to a prison of war camp where we've been for the last twelve months. The only thing that got me through it was thinking of my son and you. I did manage to escape but by then the war was already over, I just didn't know it."
Tommy smiled, "I used to sit outside the village hall every night and hope you would turn up."
Ryan giggled, then his face turned serious, "Tommy, why was you trying to kill yourself?"
Suddenly the memory of all the events leading up to that point came flooding back. His eyes welled up as he retold what Bobby had done to him.
"I changed my mind," he continued, "but the chair slipped."
Ryan sat up. Tommy could tell he was angry but he didn't say anything. He picked up Tommy's clothes and handed them to him, "Come on,"
Tommy's face dropped, "I don't want to go home, I want to spend some time with you, I haven't seen you for so long."
Ryan smiled, "I'm not taking you home. I've booked into the Inn for tonight and we need to treat your wounds, I can't do that here."
Tommy smiled, "Can I spend the night with you?"
Ryan nodded.
Twenty minutes later they was in Ryan's room at the Inn. They decided it best not to be seen entering together, so Tommy sneaked in the back entrance, it was quiet and he easily got to Ryan's room without being detected.
Tommy waddled over to the bed, his anus still very sore, "Get your clothes off, lets take a look," Ryan said.
Tommy didn't need telling twice and was soon completely naked on the bed face down with his arse in the air. Ryan firstly took a damp face towel and cleaned up all the dried blood, then opened a med kit from the jeep he had borrowed again.
"How bad is it?" Tommy asked, concern very apparent in his voice.
"Not as bad as it looks, I reckon it'll heal up in a couple of days," Ryan replied.
He then opened a pot of antiseptic cream and gently applied it to Tommy's anus causing him to yelp, "Ow, it stings," he protested.
"It will for a bit," Ryan assured him.
Ryan was very gentle and carefully massaged the cream around Tommy's pucker. He applied some more cream on his finger and slowly inserted it into Tommy. Tommy groaned in delight, "Oh that feels so good."
"Is this turning you on?"
"Uh huh," Tommy grunted, then reaching down pushed his erection back for Ryan to see.
Ryan laughed, "I guess we're going to have to do something about that swelling too."
Tommy giggled.
"All done," Ryan said playfully slapping Tommy on the ass.
Even though the trauma of Bobby raping him was still fresh in his mind his horniness was strong, "Does that mean you can fuck me now?"
Ryan laughed, "You'll need to let it heal for a couple of days."
Tommy span round and sat up quickly, "A couple of days? I can't wait that long." He complained as he began to undress Ryan.
"I would love to fuck you. You turn me on so much but we really are going to have to wait. I don't want to make your wounds any worse." His face turned a little more serious and he grabbed Tommy's hands. "I have some good news and bad news," he said.
Tommy's stomach turned, "What's the bad news?"
"I sail home in two weeks."
Tommy sat back on his heels looking horrified, "What's the good news?"
"I have two weeks leave."
Tommy didn't see how that would make up for the fact Ryan was leaving in two weeks, his head hung low.
Ryan lifted his chin, "At least we'll be able to spend that time together, can you get time off work?"
"I thinks so, Mr Rogers is pretty good and I haven't had any time off in twelve months, why?"
"How do you fancy going to London?"
Tommy's eye's widened, "Fuck yeah!"
Ryan had to quickly put his hand over Tommy's mouth to keep him quiet, at the same time laughing.
They kissed passionately and the trauma of what Bobby had done quickly dissolved away. He was so happy to be back in the arms of the man he loved. Knowing that penetration was out of the question they were more than happy to do Tommy's second favourite position. They sucked on each other, bringing themselves close but delaying the inevitable until neither one could take no more. They flooded their mouths with each others semen as they drew the night to a wonderful climax.
Both exhausted they snuggled up under the bedclothes. Tommy loved how Ryan's arms wrapped round him and held him tight, he felt safe and loved. This is how he wanted to spend the rest of his life. He shed a small tear of happiness before he drifted off to sleep.
* * *
London was a mess. Rubble lined the streets where magnificent houses once stood. Tommy felt pain when he remembered that his mother had been in one of those houses. Reaching the west end they checked into a small hotel.
"I've been told this place is very discreet," he said.
"How do you know?" Tommy asked.
"While I was the POW camp I met a young british corporal and a sergeant We became good friends and the Sergeant told me he ran a small hotel here in London." He said as they approached the unassuming hotel.
When they entered the building a slender man with large green eyes and a balding hairline greeted them. His face was warm and friendly and Tommy immediately liked him.
"Ryan! I'm so glad you came." The man greeted them. "And this must be Tommy. You never said he was this handsome."
Tommy blushed.
"Arthur, it's good to see you again," Ryan replied.
At that moment a young man entered the foyer and greeted Ryan. He looked to be about nineteen and had strong cut features. His eyes were a bright blue and shone with enthusiasm.
"Tommy this is Arthur and Geoffrey, the couple I met at POW camp."
