Previously...
He stuck a third finger into my hole and I instantly burst into his mouth. The second my cum hit his tongue, he pulled his hips up, flooding my mouth with his load. We both continued moaning on each other's cocks while we swallowed our salty loads. He stood up tall, swung me around, and laid down next to me. We shared a sloppy kiss, exchanging saliva and the remnants of our salty cum. We broke apart and I rested my cheek on his hairy chest. He draped one arm around my shoulders.
"This can't be the last time I see you like this," he said.
"Don't worry, it won't be."
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"Oh, shit, kiddo, look at the time. We gotta get you checked out," I said to Devin while his head rested on my chest.
"Whoops! Yeah, check out is at noon," said Devin, hopping up off the bed.
We'd gotten a bit carried away with our goodbye, but he still had a good fifteen minutes to get packed up and out of the room.
"Is there anything I can do to help?" I asked, getting up to find my clothes.
"No, no. That's okay, Jack. I got it!"
I put my pants and shirt back on, watching Devin scurry around gathering his belongings and tossing them all into a suitcase. He's so stinking cute. After this weekend, I understand why my daughter, Sara, and wife, Diane like him so much. Devin was kind, smart, tender, and downright adorable.
In no time at all he had everything packed up. I refused to let him carry the suitcase or his other bags. I am a gentleman after all. Devin lead the way down the carpeted hall towards the elevators. I loved openly staring at his perky booty underneath his tight denim.
In the hotel lobby, it took all of two minutes for Devin to checkout. The way I towered over his shorter frame and carried his bags, I wouldn't be surprised if people thought I was his bodyguard. I guess I just wanted to take care of him. This might be the first time we've ever met in person, but I've heard stories about him for nearly a decade.
Devin turned away from the lobby front desk. I followed him outside to his car and loaded the bags into the trunk.
"I guess this is goodbye, then," he said, trying to stifle a frown.
"For now, it's a goodbye for now," I said in hopes of reassuring him. "You have my number now at least. Hopefully, we can get to know each other better.
Devin nodded, not replying. I pulled him into a hug, lending him my strength. I knew we would see each other again. He just didn't have the same level of patience as me.
"Let me know when you're back home safe," I said.
"You got it, dad," said Devin, sticking his tongue out at me for emphasis.
I chuckled and watched him pull away from the curb. At the traffic light, he stuck half his torso out the window for one final wave goodbye. His eyes seemed to light up at the sight of me. It made me feel all warm inside as I walked to my truck.
To most people, all they see is the 6'4" ex-Army guy. I didn't show it often, but I was a big softy at heart. Diane knew this of me, as did Sara. Now I hoped to show it to Devin. I turned on the ignition and started heading home. It took some willpower to not follow that jeep back to Philadelphia. Devin made something inside me stir again, and not just between my legs. It was the desire to fall in love.
Diane knew I was gay, or at least gay-leaning. I had admitted as much by telling her of my affair with a fellow private. I wasn't ready to tell Sara, though I should. Diane and I have stayed together for companionship and Sara's sake. Over the years Diane has encouraged me to explore my true self, but I'd always been too afraid of what I'd find. Sara's engagement changed that. Seeing her so happy and in love made me want the same thing. Go figure the first time I try a dating app and I meet my daughter's best friend. Sure Devin is a bit younger than me, but straight men do that all the time.
In a way, Devin reminded me of Anthony. I remember the day we first met like it was yesterday. It was September 1989. Diane and I had graduated high school that June. We married in July, and by August, she was pregnant. I was in desperate need of a job. Back then I didn't have much academic drive or motivation, so the Army it was.
I went to our local recruiting office, and a week later I was leaving upstate New York on a bus to Fort Benning, Georgia. I felt guilty leaving Diane but would feel even worse if I couldn't financially support her through this pregnancy. It seemed twenty hours on a bus in a cramped seat should've been punishment enough. God, I hope she'll be alright while I'm gone.
I arrived in Georgia on a steamy later summer day. The humidity was enough to buckle any strong man. I made my way with similar young wanna-be soldiers into Fort Benning. Even at 19, I easily stood out as the tallest of the new cadets.
I was hundreds of miles from home. I had left behind a wife Ieft with a baby on the way when I still felt like a kid myself. One of the good things about being so tall is that people think you're more confident than you are. On the inside, I was shaking.
I followed signs for check-in and found a pavilion set up. Hundreds of recruits were lined up at various tables to get their paperwork and gear sorted out. I queued at the one with a sign that indicated the letter of my last name. During the 20-minute wait, I nearly sweat through my clothes standing under the hot 90-degree sun. I get to the front of the line and find a harrassed-looking Sargent.
"Name?" he barked.
"Uh, Jackson. Jackson Flint," I said.
The Sargent looked me up and down, raising an eyebrow when he got to my shaggy black hair.
"You'll need to get that trimmed, son," he said.
