Rough Road to Happiness

Chapter 3

It only seemed a few minutes had elapsed before someone knocked on the door. David had started watching TV sitting in the room’s only armchair, while Bud had draped himself on the bed. This changed to David lying at the far side of the bed when Bud told him it was more comfortable, and he’d see more of the TV if he also moved to the bed. Finally, after some coaxing, David steadily inched his way toward Bud, who had wrapped his big, strong arms around David, allowing the older man to feel safe for the first time in many years.

“s**t, just when I’d got comfortable,” Bud said, getting up to answer the door.

“Your robe!” David said, noticing that the waistband to Bud’s robe was undone, showing Bud in all his naked magnificence.

“Oh, yeah.” Bud tied the cord before reaching for his wallet and then the door handle.

“Please, you must let me pay my share,” David said, getting up and searching for his pants.

“No way, José, this is on me.”

After paying the delivery boy, Bud brought the food into the room and began to set it out on the small desk.

The meal was great, though David knew this was mainly because of the company in which it was eaten. Slowly as they ate, Bud was able to draw David out from his shell. By the end of the meal, he was conversing freely. Bud said little about his own situation.

Their meal eaten, Bud leaned back in the chair and stretched. David, now much more comfortable in the Marine’s presence, stared openly at the man’s finely-honed physique.

“Lot’s of hours in the gym, plus lugging around all those car engines,” Bud said, noticing what David was staring at. One of the few things Bud had revealed about his life was that he worked in the motor pool on base.

“I try and keep in shape, but…it gets boring doing it on your own, you know?”

“Yeah, know what you mean. You said you got a home gym?”

“It’s nothing fancy, but yeah, I got a few pieces of Nautilus equipment, and some free weights.”

“Cool.” Lazily scratching at his nuts, Bud asked, “So, where’s home?”

“Riverside. I’ve just come from a conference up in Portland.”

“Hey, I’m stationed at Camp Pendleton. Small world, huh? Though I’m heading in the other direction. I’m going to visit my old Gunny and his wife. He got out of the Corps a couple of years ago and bought himself a farm just outside Eugene, Oregon.”

“Sounds good, though I don’t know that area.”

“It’s great. I always spend my long leaves with Gunny. How come you didn’t fly? It’s a hell of a long road trip from Portland.”

“I’m afraid of flying.” David felt his face grow warm. “Silly I know, given it’s supposed to be a lot safer than the roads.”

“Nothing wrong with being afraid. At least when you’re driving you’ve got some control over what’s goin’ on. I didn’t fly ‘cause it’s cheaper to drive, Uncle Sam don’t pay us enough to make that many airplane flights.”

“Sorry, doesn’t seem right that they pay you so little, given the job that you do.”

“They sure don’t mention the lousy pay on the recruiting posters. Though driving means I can take the coast road, there’s some beautiful views in the redwood forests.”

“Sounds nice.”

“Yeah, it is.”

The pair fell quiet, but to David it didn’t seem uncomfortable.

“Say, seeing as we live so close, I could always come visit sometime and give you some pointers on how to use your gym equipment if you like?”

David liked very much. He hoped they wouldn’t spend all their time on exercising, or at least not the type one did in a gymnasium. He blushed at his forbidden thoughts.

“You wanna do that, stud? I know you live a ways away from the base, but I should be able to spend some off-duty time with you now and again.”

David realized he hadn’t answered Bud’s question. “Uh, sure, that’d be great, thanks.”

“Don’t know how often I’ll be able to come visit, but I’m sure we can work something out.”

David wasn’t sure if there was a double meaning in Bud’s words, but the thought of the handsome hunk in his basement on a regular basis gave him a warm glow.

“We’ve both got a long journey ahead of us tomorrow, so what say we hit the hay?” Bud stood and took off his robe. “I’ll just use the head, then it’s all yours.”

David watched the delicious ass mounds move in their milk chocolate coating as Bud walked to the bathroom. David was hard, so painfully hard, but he knew he wouldn’t have time to jerk off before Bud came back. Trying, but failing miserably, he willed his erection down with images of road-kill, sagging breasts on wrinkled up old ladies, kissing his old sixth grade English teacher. Nothing worked, his mind kept going back to glorious visions of Bud’s naked body.

“You sure got a problem there, stud.” Bud’s voice close to his ear caused David to jump, he’d not heard the Marine come back into the room. “Want a hand to deal with it?”

“Um, uh, sorry. I—” David stuttered to a halt.

“Looks like a mighty fine and tasty problem, that’s for sure.” Bud took hold of said problem.

“Ahh!” David almost came at the feel of the huge paw lightly wrapping itself around his d**k.

“Hair trigger?”

“No, I—it’s just that, well, it’s been a long time since…”

“We’ll go as slow and as gentle as you need to, stud. I don’t wanna scare ya.”

“You couldn’t do that, Bud, you’re awesome. I mean…” Heat suffused David’s cheeks again.

“You’re a sweet man. I’m sure glad you ain’t afraid of Ole Bud, he’d never hurt you.”

David could feel the onset of tears. It had been so long since anyone had bothered to care. “Please, could you, please, just hold me for a minute?”

“Sure.” Bud enfolded David in his strong powerful arms and hugged him close. “That better?”

“I’m in heaven,” David said, little above a whisper.

Bud moved his lips to David’s and kissed him softly. David’s sense of contentment became total, so did the hardness of his p***s.

“Let’s take care of business, then maybe you’ll be able to sleep.”

Bud took hold of David again and slowly massaged his aching d**k. After a minute of David just lying there soaking up the attention, he realized he ought to reciprocate.

“Oh, man, you got a great touch,” Bud said once David had taken hold of the large lengthf of brown flesh.

What had been seven inches soft, had grown to a magnificent nine inches when fully hard. Bud’s p***s curved slightly upward. David mused about how glorious it would feel up his anal chute.

The two lay side by side, each pleasuring the other. David knew he wouldn’t last long, Bud, despite having recently showered, exuded a deep man-musk, which David could quite easily become addicted to.

Looking into Bud’s brown eyes, David lost all sense of time and place. Someone was groaning. It wasn’t until he exploded in an avalanche of pleasure that David realized it was him.

Coming back to himself, David found he still had hold of the Marine’s equipment, but had stopped working on it. Redoubling his efforts to bring Bud to climax, David sped up his ministrations. It was a real treat to watch the hunky Marine’s awesome body stiffen, his eyes close, and a look of exacting concentration wash over his face as the big man rocketed out several volleys of semen. The pearly whiteness of the ejaculate stood out in sharp contrast against the coffee skin. Without consciously deciding, David leaned forward and lapped up Bud’s spent seed. The Marine had a strong taste. Just like its owner, David thought, savoring the final few strands. He knew he could get seriously used to a regular supply of this brand of protein.

Two huge hands gently cradled David’s head and lifted it up until he was face to face with a grinning Bud. “Enjoying yourself?”

“You’re delicious,” David said, licking his lips. Strangely he didn’t feel embarrassed by his admission.

Their lips closed the gap between them, David opening up to accept Bud’s probing tongue. He gladly submitted to the dominant man’s explorations, knowing now that the big Marine wouldn’t hurt or take advantage.

Pulling away, Bud said, “Wow, that was great.”

“For me, too.”

“Let me get a washcloth, and clean us both up.”

“No, I’ll do it. You just—”

“Uh.” He shook his finger at David. “You stay right there. I’m in charge of looking after you.”

David thought he’d bust out crying. Every minute he spent in Bud’s presence, he appeared more and more perfect. A small part of his conscience told him that they’d only just met, and he knew little to nothing about the Marine. But he quickly silenced the nagging thoughts. He was completely captivated by the irresistible mixture of power and gentleness that Bud exhibited.