Jamie was an innocent. He believed in the goodness of his fellow man, that honesty was the best policy, and that justice prevailed. Not even a tour of military service and seeing some of the worst that men could do to each other had dimmed his sunny outlook. His favorite color was light blue (some called it baby blue), he rarely drank anything stronger than wine, never swore, and he loved that he could see flowers and the beach and sunsets from his Florida apartment.
He was not a regular church-goer, but today was special. A memorial service for a soldier from his unit who hadn't made it back. Truth be told, he had barely known the man. Jamie had joined the military after college to help his country and had two months of hard training but was sent into action only one week before the war ended.
Now he was home again, discharged from duty, spending his days working out and going for long walks along the beach while deciding what next to do with his life.
The memorial service--he'd been unsure about going. He'd barely been a member of the unit and hadn't forged the intense bonds that men form in wartime. The other men who would be at the service had lived and fought together for much longer. But his parents had raised him always to do the right thing, and his military training had instilled a sense of obedience, especially to superior officers. And it seemed like the right thing to do.
But he decided not to wear his uniform. He was discharged now, and he did not want to presume. So he was wearing a pair of loose linen pants with a drawstring tie and a light, airy shirt suitable for the hot Florida weather. He'd stop in at the church, sit well in the back, pay his respects silently, and then leave.
* *
Jamie was completely unaware of his male beauty and the effect it had on most people, especially some men. He had a natural athleticism in his movements complemented by years of playing all kinds of sports. His hair was sandy-blond, slightly longer than average, his wide eyes were the color of the sea on a sunny day, and his skin was perfectly tanned.
Beyond all that he exuded a sensuality of which he had no consciousness. Perhaps his lips were a little too full, his eyes a little too innocent, and his buttocks a little too full and rounded. And given his slim frame, the bulge in the front of his pants was definitely too large not to be noticed.
Yet even beyond all that was his aura of benevolence and his outgoing energy, stemming from his belief that everyone was like him, wanting to do what's best and to make everyone happy.
That was Jamie.
* *
The church was a new and modern structure, filled with light streaming in from tall windows along the sides. High in the vaulted ceiling, fans circulating lazily helped the air-conditioning keep the huge space at a comfortable temperature.
The church was only about one-third full, with all of those attending the sitting together in the first dozen or so rows. The service was about to begin, and a religious minister and an older man in uniform were standing by the altar to initiate the proceedings.
Far in the back of the church, two uniformed men stood together. Both were tall, intense-looking individuals, powerfully built and fit from years of military service. One, though, was leaning slightly on a cane, while the other had his back lightly resting against the wall. Both seemed to be waiting half-expectantly, their eyes sometimes looking toward the altar where the service was beginning and sometimes towards the entrance doors at the back of the church.
They were wondering if today would be a lucky day.
Their lives so far had been dedicated above all to one thing: seducing men. Yes, they had joined the military and served their country for ten years now, but that had mostly been a means to an end: access to a steady stream of men living in a nearly all-male environment. And now they had seniority and rank and with it the power to operate in that environment almost as they wished. And they had a lot of wishes.
Their names were Davis and Stevens. They'd joined the military separately but soon discovered their mutual interests and joined forces in pursuing their main mission in life: sensual pleasure. Especially that which comes from using naked men as they liked. Over the years they'd been enormously successful at satisfying their carnal appetites. Each experience had been special and unique, yet they hungered for more.
One experience had slipped tantalizingly through their grasp. Just before the war's end a new recruit had joined their unit. They couldn't believe their luck when they first laid their eyes on him, fresh from the training camp, bursting with healthy-male energy, trim in his slightly-too-tight uniform (especially around his groin and buttocks), and giving off an air of innocence. Both had also caught glimpses of him in the communal showers--though unfortunately only briefly--and they could not believe the size of his equipment and the delicious roundness of his ass. They'd literally licked their lips and adjusted their crotches--and immediately started making plans to do something special with this one.
But then the war had ended suddenly. Damn it! The newer recruits had quickly been sent home, and shortly thereafter even they had been taken out of action and sent back.
Now they were in this small Florida city to honor one of the fallen. Though the biggest question on their mind was about someone else: Would they get another chance at him?
* *
A shaft of sunlight and a faint smell of fresh soap in the air drew the two men's attention to the door opening slowly at the back of the church. Their senses went on full alert. As they saw Jamie slip quietly into the church they felt a quiver run through their bodies, as predators feel in the presence of their prey.
Their thoughts ran down different lines, though. Stevens flashed back to the many men he had had over the years, frequently in the most unusual places. He loved especially sexual encounters in unlikely settings. Davis thrilled at the conquest, taking a man who often did not even know he wanted to be taken, stripping him down and using (and sometimes abusing) him for hours.
It was what they loved most in the world. They had honed their skills and developed their teamwork to a high level. Now they wondered, Where would they take this vision of male sensuality? Would they lay the groundwork seduction here in the church and then take him somewhere private? Or would other opportunities suggest themselves?
And what a delicious man! Those lips and eyes! A lovely frame filled out lightly with muscle--that shirt seemed to let light pour through to outline his torso. And as Jamie stood for a moment backlit by the sun, the pants were definitely semi-transparent. Tasty potential there!
The two men's hearts accelerated the pulse of blood through their veins, and though neither was especially religious they almost whispered Thank God aloud.
* *
Jamie had paused at the back of the church, closing the door quietly behind him so as not to disturb the ceremony at the front. Then he recognized the two men approaching him. He automatically stiffened to attention in their presence. Davis was slightly in the lead, a broad smile on his face as he came up to Jamie. "At ease, Jamie," he said, gripping Jamie by the arm and leaning in closely to whisper into his ear. "You remember Major Stevens?" The man's basso voice seemed to rumble through Jamie's body, and distractedly he nodded Yes at the approaching other man.
