***This story is fictional although some of the experiences including joining the military are accurate. This is my first in a series of stories and I would appreciate any comments, feedback and suggestions.***
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It had been almost years since I'd been with a guy and about as long since I'd even thought about it but as Jason unpacked his belongings I felt the urges come back with an intensity so powerful it was all I could do to control myself.
What was it about him? Was it his innocent, naïve face? Regulation cut blonde hair bleached to almost white from the summer sun. His captivating eyes that absolutely glowed or his full, luscious lips. Besides being almost thirteen years younger then me he was also much smaller. He had to have been at least six inches shorter and while my body was broad and thickly muscled even through his clothing I could tell he was lean but defined. Muscular but not to much of a good thing.
I don't know why a sweet, innocent kid would bring out such feelings in me but I didn't just want to fuck him, I wanted to own him, to dominate him. To demean him and see tears running down his face as I railed his tight ass.
"So you been here long Ben?" he asked as he dropped into the recliner movers had brought in earlier that day.
I laughed and got up grabbing a couple beers from the fridge and handing him one. "To fucking long man," I said as I twisted off the cap and took a long pull, "Other then basic and my deployment I've never been anywhere else."
"It isn't that bad is it?" he asked uncertainly as he opened his own beer.
I shook my head sadly. "Jason it's one of the few posts in the Army people volunteer to go to Iraq just to get away from. Every fucking thing going on here is a show. Just a bunch of fucking spit and polish to impress the muckity mucks."
"Jesus," he said quietly sipping from his bottle, "What the fuck do you do for fun?"
The post was pretty remote and unlike most it didn't have the host of businesses that seem to spring up outside the gates everywhere else. "Fun," I said laughing, "Go on leave or go to Iraq."
"What about women?" he said a grimness settling over him, "There's got to be that at least."
"Women?" I asked laughing, "I didn't figure you'd be into that."
"What?" he said angrily, "I'm no god damn faggot?"
"Sure you are," I said still laughing, "Probably joined the Army to run away from it but it's still there. I can tell. I can always tell."
A flush crept across his face and uncertainty clouded his face. "No," he said quietly and without conviction, "No I'm not."
I laughed as he sat there uncomfortably passing the beer bottle back and forth in his hands. "Don't bull shit me boy," I said firmly, "I bet when you jerk your pathetic little cock you think about a real man ramming his cock up your ass."
"No," he said sadly, "No, why do you?"
"Fuck no man," I said as I downed the rest of my beer, "I'm a giver not a receiver."
His gaze raised up from his hands and his eyes locked on mine, "You mean you've had sex with guys?"
"I've fucked them," I said casually as I got myself another bottle of beer, "Used them just like I would any fucking whore."
"Jesus," Jason said obviously surprised by my openness, "What's it like getting fucked Ben?"
"No fucking idea," I said with a chuckle, "I told you I don't get fucked."
Jason stood up and grabbed himself a beer before dropping back into his chair. We sat there in silence his eyes averted from mine.
