Page 9 of Curious Cameron
I lay there and think about…I don’t know what to think about, so, I just think about Trevor as I pump myself.
I roll onto my belly and stop touching my dick entirely. Frantically, I begin humping the bed, pretending that Trevor’s big strong arms are holding me down.
And I try to imagine what it'd be like to have his huge cock is in my ass.
I grab the bottle out of the box, drizzling some of the cool lube over the head of the fake cock. I flick the switch to turn it on. As the toy buzzes to life, I shyly direct the vibration between my ass cheeks…
Chapter 5
Trevor
"You fellas settling in all right?"
Marlon might be well past fifty and pushing into sixty, but he's still fighting fit. We jog side by side down the palm-covered streets. I don't have to slow down for him at all.
"Yeah," I nod as I adjust my form, slowing down a bit so we can carry on a conversation. "I'm so fucking happy to be out of the barracks and Cam's…he loves the pool."
It's early still. Quiet. Peaceful. While most soldiers will have reported to work with the sun, their spouses and dependents are still fast asleep. There's nobody else around while Marlon and I get our steps in.
"Still can't believe you ran off and done eloped," Marlon says with his signature southern drawl. And a big sharp grin. "A player like you, hell, never thought you'd tie the knot. You gonna do a housewarming party so everybody can come meet your beau?"
Marlon doesn't know that Cameron is straight. Or that we only got married for the benefits. Nobody knows and nobody needs to know. I meant what I said to Cameron yesterday.
Our marriage, and what happens or doesn't happen behind closed doors, is nobody's concern.
"Eventually, yeah, but not yet. House isn't even fully furnished."
It's not a lie, but it's not exactly the truth either. I don't think Cameron can handle being introduced to a bunch of new people all at once. Though I'd like him to meet Marlon sometime soon.
Cameron will always be my best friend, but Marlon's a good friend too. And sort of a mentor to me. He's one of the first guys I met on the base and we hit it off right away. He's retired now, but his husband, Mikey, is still active military. That's why they live on the base.
I chose the same street they live on just be close to them. It’ll make meeting up to jog or get together for a poker night much easier.
"What about Mikey?" I ask. "You guys gonna do a get-together before he deploys again?"
Marlon's grin falls flat. "Nah, Mikey got pulled early. Left at dark o'clock. He ain't due back for three months."
"Shit, sorry. That sucks."
I've been lucky with my career in the military over the past few years. I passed with flying colors on my initial assessments when I enlisted and they assigned me a cushy engineering job.
No grunt work. No overseas deployment.
I spend most of my days in the greasy guts of something broken and then I laze behind a desk typing reports about how I fixed it.
Marlon finds his grin again. "Eh, I make do."
We put a pause on our jog as we hit our usual resting spot in front of a white-picket fence house whose garden is besieged byplastic pink flamingos. As we stretch it out, Marlon continues to talk.
"You know, I used to bitch about my ex-wife throwing a fit whenever I deployed. Now that I'm seeing it from the other side…well, no matter. It is what it is. Though I think it was the fucking she missed the most and that I can relate to."
"Aren't you and Mikey…?" I don't want to be rude, but I come right out and say it. "Open?"
Marlon chuckles. "My boy and I got ourselves an arrangement."
"Yeah?" I say while stretching my leg. "What kind of arrangement?"
So, sue me. I might not want to talk about my marriage, but I'm curious what Marlon and Mikey's is like. They've fascinated me since we met. Marlon is the classic grizzled veteran and Mikey looks like a pretty boy twink but acts like a total badass.
