A simple story III : Part 5
#5 of A simple story III
Greg narrowed his eyes, trying to spot where the annoying ringing was coming from before picking up his phone and muting it. He lay on his back, naked under the sheets before resolving to get up. The bed could fit two people, but he was usually alone in it, except for the rare evenings he brought a guy back to sleep with, which didn't happen often. Not that he didn't go out at night, but most of the time, he either went to the person's place in question, or they did their business in a dark and discreet corner or an unoccupied toilet. He put his bare feet on the light carpet, ignoring the strewn underwear on the floor for the moment in order to take a quick shower. Before entering the bathroom, he looked around to enjoy his home and to ask himself questions when possible arrangements to be made. On the first floor, his bedroom overlooked the staircase. He continued down the hallway, leaving the guest bedroom aside to enter his bathroom where he went through his daily routine. Greg took the opportunity to look at himself in the large full-length mirror, admiring his muscular body, trying to ignore the pinch on his stomach which brought out a slight accumulation of fat.
He should be careful because otherwise the club dietitian would point out his increasingly frequent deviations from his diet and push him to follow a more intense routine in the weight room and reduce his portion sizes. Greg knew her, she would not hesitate to inform his trainer, or even the boss. And this year again, Greg was coming to the end of his contract and wanted to see it renewed once more. In the shower, he tried to distract himself, trying to think about his future evening and where he could spend it. Single for a few weeks, he had started dating again officially, even if he did not consider himself back on the market yet. His break with Francis was too recent. Greg finished his ablutions and began to dress before sitting down and eating alone at his kitchen table, the radio for all company.
He sighed, shaking his head a little. All for that. Greg thought about the hard training he had undergone, all the strength he had devoted to making his dream come true. He had succeeded and yet he did not feel accomplished. He was playing for a great English team, he had started to make a name for himself with this title of champion to defend. Greg went up to his room to get his gym bag prepared from the day before, checking one last time that he hadn't forgotten anything. His gaze lingered on the empty spot of the bed outside his. Francis had never slept there. And he never would now. Francis was going to have another man for a while to wake up to. Greg had made peace with him and Dave. But he still felt a touch of resentment at knowing that he was alone and them together.
They said the sea was full of fish. That was probably true, but why did Greg have the feeling that he lived in the middle of the desert ?
A glance at his phone pulled him out of his depression. Greg got down with his bag, left the house, turning his head to see the so typical other English homes, so cloned that filled his street on the edge of High Wycombe. Greg checked the empty mailbox. He smiled anyway when he saw the colorful sticker with brown, white and black lines showing his pride of being gay and manly. Very practical too not to miss your house on binge nights after all. The street had little traffic, so he did not miss the taxi that braked at his side. Greg got in the back and the car drove to the Adams Park through the streets leading west.
Slowly, the residential districts gave way to small industries and then to more and more greenery. Greg liked to come here often, even outside of practice. The stadium did not look like much. It reminded Greg a bit of the first rugby pitch he had set foot on in Colorado. A low wall of gray bricks stretched out, pierced with a wide entrance door closed today, for lack of public to welcome. The stands had been built one after the other and were mismatched.
It was a small stadium of a team from the great London suburbs. Who could imagine, however, that the shelves of the club were filled with cups and trophies gleaned over the past thirty years with relative regularity ? The parking lot was occupied by few delivery trucks on break. But the rest of the horizon was hidden by an impressive forest that surrounded the whole, strongly muffling the noise of rail and motorway traffic that flowed not far from there. Greg got out of the cab, greeted the driver, and walked over to a brown iron door. A swipe of a magnetic card later, he entered the training center to start his day of daily efforts.
Greg liked the place, with its old-fashioned decor, its tiled floor last changed, probably before his own birth. He also liked the increasingly sour and pungent smell of bleach and hot water, mixed with masculine musk. He was almost smiling that he opened the door to the dressing room of the A team. The center of the room was empty, to make room for the coach to pace and vent his frustration on the team when they were playing poorly. The brown wooden benches were glued along the walls, leaving access to the built-in changing rooms. Greg always liked to see the large "MILLER" in block letters on the locker door. His love and sex life was undoubtedly zero, but he had succeeded, having the right to proudly display his name within a great team. He groaned then, feeling a wet towel whip his ass to get his attention.
« Dude, you love yourself so much you'll end up forgetting yourself and wank in front of your locker ! "
Beside him, the tall, massive black doberman was trying to dominate Greg with his gaze despite being smaller than him. Greg grimaced, other players more or less in dressing standing a little further away, trying to ignore the sharp remarks the two players exchanged.
« If one day you turn sides, Frank, I will be happy to show you what you've been missing so far ! "
It was the muscular Frank's turn to wince, starting to retreat to his locker room, wearing just his white panties. Greg took the opportunity to grab his towel, roll it up quickly. Frank turned on his heel but couldn't get out of reach to avoid the improvised whip on his butt in return, drawing sarcastic laughs from the other players.
" Ouch !
- Oh, what a baby ! I'm sure your wife makes your ass look worse after a loss ! "
Frank retreated for good, Greg chuckled, starting to undress as Frank finished dressing for practice.
Once again, the ritual of the two pillars of the team was accomplished. The locker room was more relaxed, Greg had once again shown manhood and Frank still hadn't learned to dodge Greg's quick towel.
The thin leopard entered then, the body in his eternal blue tracksuit, worn by years of bench in the team and elsewhere. He scanned the players, a plaque overloaded with handwritten sheets in hand, shaking his head, somewhat dismayed at the spectacle offered.
« I wonder why I stopped training junior teams when I have even more immature kids in front of me..."
Carlo Ponti's complaints were practically legendary within the team. Almost as much as his scathing remarks when the team was routed on the pitch. He was now approaching sixty but he still seemed as quick and precise as in his glory days when he skimmed the fields of Italy and then France in his early youth. Despite their friendly quarrels, the players had enormous respect for the former player and few dared to question his skill or correctness of judgment. No one protested when he pointed to the groups of players and showed them the exercises to do with his Roman accent.
" You the blokes are going to push. Your scrums haven't satisfied me in the last few matches. It's like you had canary legs. "
Greg, Frank, the two mainstays now dressed in their black shorts with yellow stripes and a blue and black training pinafore listened, nodded. The second lines as well as the hooker joined the group. As the strongest and most massive players, they had the mission on the field to tire the strongest opposing players as well as to stop in a more or less brutal and regulatory way the fast players who hoped to slip into the opponent's in-goal.
The leopard then turned to the wingers and defenders. Thin and fast, they should try to outflank the opposing players on the outside, unless they find the opportunity to break through in the center after stealing the ball. They had a too low top speed, and the trainer with the graying temples had planned for them exercises of agility and speed. They too were careful not to protest.
Carlo watched in satisfaction as the players began to evacuate the premises to go to the training ground. He then remembered something and hailed Greg.
" Miller, I almost forgot... Come here. Frank, you too. "
Greg walked over, not knowing what to expect and stood in front of the coach. Frank followed, just as cautious. The leopard smiles discreetly at them.
" Don't be big headed guys, what awaits us in Newcastle next Sunday is big caliber. "
Knowing a little the opposing workforce, the two pillars were in agreement.
" That's not what I called you for. The management let me know that you do not often pick up the phone when you are asked to express yourself in the press... "
Greg sighed, Frank tried to look away. Carlo grimaced.
« I know you don't like it, but it's part of your obligations guys ! As first team players, expressing yourself when asked for interviews is an obligation, it is part of your contracts ! "
Carlo's voice and tone made no secret of his disapproval. Greg tried to defend himself.
« I have nothing against doing it from time to time but after two questions the rest revolves around my privacy ! "
Carlo brushed aside the objection with his hand.
" Greg, I am not responsible for the incompetence of the freelancers sent to us. The same questions that keep coming back are also my daily bread and believe me, I have indigestion just like you. "
Greg was trying to make his point, aided by Frank who had the advantage of his strong South African accent to try to sway Carlo.
" It's the same for me Coach. They don't care about the team, they just want family gossips ! I can tell them that I see them once a year, it's no use ! "
Carlo raised his hand to stop the complaints. It was hard to do this because deep down he agreed with them.
" Guys, I know all of this. But I also know that management is pissing my butt off for more exposure in the media. I don't like it any more than you do, but it is so now. Fans want to know as much about what is happening on the pitch as it is off. Tonight in any case, you will have the opportunity to catch up. "
Greg and Frank looked at each other, worried.
" Tonight ? But I have a... "
Carlo's gaze ended Greg's attempt to protest.
" You guys are on duty tonight. The management sends the replacements of the team as well as the young people of the school to the Nightshift to reward them for their good start to the season. And you are their chaperones. "
Carlo sneered. Greg sighed, Frank was trying to think of one thing to escape the chore.
" The gutter press will be there, they heard that Victoria would be there with her new boyfriend. In short there will be enough to fuel a small media scandal and if you manage to be in the photos, it will be all good for the club ! "
Carlo did not want to leave the players to have time to protest again and he left the place to go to the training ground. Greg and Frank looked at each other before following him.
« Is it that bad to babysit ?
You never did, Frank ?
Not like that. In Edinburgh it was an assistant coach who did it.
Visualize this well. You are going to spend a whole evening in an ultra-chic nightclub, in the company of a dozen kids who are barely 18, and some less, who will let off steam by emptying the reserve of beers at the Nightshift. Around you, you will have about fifty girls, all very beautiful...
I'm married, you know...
And me, queer. Well. Very beautiful and yet you will not have the right to touch neither one nor the other because your job will consist in preventing the youngsters from fiddling too much with the daughters of diplomats, in order to avoid trouble, which means...
No beer for us ?
Bingo !
Arghhhhh...
I don't care about the girls. But the beer... That's why in the team we all try not to get trapped like this. »
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Fred watched uninterestedly as his urine flowed from his cock to the white porcelain, careful that the flow didn't stain his pants. Alone in the toilet, he put his penis back before going out to pace the long corridor of raw concrete leading him to the offices, the long windows allowing him to have a visual of the hangars where a dozen soldiers were busy maintaining and repair helicopters more or less dismantled. The air was loaded with this mixture of old plastics and hydrocarbons despite the powerful aerators that made sure to maintain a certain quality of the air. Fred thought for a moment that his father had to breathe this kind of mixture all day too. He smoked a cigar and he did nothing. Yet Fred was certain that his father was running more risks than himself. He pushed open the door to his office where Swift had just hung up the receiver.
" Ah, boss, you just missed the captain.
- Oh, what else does she want from me ? Violating two or three laws of physics with the needs of superiors is no longer enough for her ? "
Karl sneered. Having been promoted to chief sergeant had had a certain influence on Fred, who was now becoming more impertinent. Of course, Fred would refrain from any such comment near a superior.
« Nothing like that, Chief, but she wants to see you now. "
Fred winced, wondering what was going to fall on him, turning on his heels to walk to the officers' office, however taking the time to ask one last question.
« Need anything else while I'm in Fools Realm ? "
Swift thought about it, then shook his head.
« No chief, we've got everything we need and if anything is missing I'll send a corporal to get it, don't worry."
Fred left then, taking the path of the central administration where the senior officers had their offices. On the way, Fred looked around, as much to avoid the sparse traffic on the base as to pay attention to the ranks of the military around. Failure to salute an officer could bring great trouble if the ignorance had been evident. Of course, he also responded in return to the salutes that the soldiers addressed to him. Fred hated to admit it, but he enjoyed the moments all the same, walking on the concrete sidewalks wet with the morning drizzle before joining the building, waving again to some colonel. Fred then remembered the adage common among the troops. If it moves, salute it and if not, repaint it. He smiled to himself, as he had seen for himself that garrison life was mostly filled with repetitive and boring tasks to keep the soldiers occupied.
Fred pushed open the door, entered and climbed the two flights of stairs, eventually knocking on his superior's door.
" Come in. "
Fred came in, came to attention and bowed. Her superior, Captain Orlov, returned her salute, seated behind her desk cluttered with various signature books. Mail time, it seems.
« Did you ask for me, Captain ?
- Yes Chief Kaplan. Sit down. "
Bad sign, thought Fred.
" I only have one thing to ask you. What are you planning for tonight ? "
The question was incongruous for the context. Facing him, Fred had his superior. A young panther in her thirties, thin and feminine, able to organize the movements of a battalion and break the neck without remorse or regret of an enemy. A woman whom Fred respected enormously, regardless of rank.
« Well, staff sergeant ?"
Fred finally reacts.
" Nothing, captain. At the moment I don't go out much I must say. Why this question ?
- Perfect. I'm sorry for you... to volunteer for this, but I have orders too. "
Fred winced. That meant that apart from breaking a leg in the hours that followed, he had no escape. The panther continued.
« Nothing very complicated, I reassure you. The general decided to give a unit the benefits of an evening among the civilians. "
Fred listened, not understanding a thing. Yes, one thing. The order from a general, a broken leg might not be enough.
" As you probably know, the army has great recruiting needs with the two fronts on which we are engaged. But the General Staff also believes that it is important for the civilian population of the allied countries to be, how to put it ... closer to our troops, informally of course. Our overpaid officers felt that it would be good for the troops to be seen in a good light.
And how do you get there ? Do they want to organize more parades ?
If only. No, our dear spin doctors believe that seeing our troops share a convivial moment with local youth and local celebrities would be able to buzz on social networks and ultimately cause an increase in recruitments. "
Fred looked at his captain, dumbfounded. She could read it correctly.
" I agree with you Staff Sergeant, that's one of the dumbest ideas I've ever heard. Unfortunately, it comes from people who outrank me and I have no choice. "
Fred blushed a little. She had really managed to read him.
« And that has to do with ...
- The colonel looked at the matter and made a decision. It will be your unit which is designated to show itself well this evening at... "
Orlov searched her desk and read a scribbled name.
" The Nightshift. I do not know and I do not want to waste my time looking on the Net. Your unit has fifteen members, right ? "
Fred thinks.
" Fourteen. One of my men is in the hospital wing with the flu. "
The captain nodded.
« He will have plenty of time to curse this virus then. Questions ?
Yes. The full dress ?
My god no, let's not go that far. The output outfit. And of course, everyone should have fun and behave flawlessly. You are part of the lot of course. "
Fred could only agree.
" It's true, my men have done an enormous job with the reorganization of the bases in progress. But I am not a babysitter...
- Your role is not to wipe them out, but to make sure that the soldiers do not put our army to shame. The general is a friend of the Nightshift owner, and for your men it will be a unique opportunity to approach some of their favorite people. "
Fred smiles. This was probably the reason for choosing the club.
" A bus will drop you off near the entrance around nine o'clock and pick you up around two in the morning. It can't be worse than a desert odyssey...
I think I still prefer the desert, Captain.
You can go and tell your men the good news, chief. "
Fred greeted the captain and walked back to the hangar. Back in his office, he saw Karl quickly hiding a sheet of paper. Fred was still too stunned to try to find out more it seemed.
" What is going on ? "
Fred looked at Karl, grimacing.
" Nothing too serious, but we're out tonight.
What do you mean ?
Gather the men, I have a message for them. "
Karl obeyed and stood up, yelling through the hangar for the soldiers to assemble and come to attention. Fred followed, glancing before peering at the sheet Swift had hastily concealed, wincing, setting it down.
" Alright, guys... As you've done a great job this week, the General has secured us, our team, the opportunity to spend an evening at what appears to be one of the city's most prominent locations, the Nightshift. "
Fred paused to gauge the quality of the gift. Seeing the big smiles and the gestures of victory on the faces, he could tell it was a quality place.
« Swift and I will also be present, just to ensure a minimum of morality on the spot. "
Fred's men stopped smiling a little. Swift was delighted to be there.
« You will behave well, you have my permission to kill you a good blow because the work which awaits us the next weeks will be even worse, so as much as you profit from it. Of course, this does not concern Master Corporal Swift who just like me will have to keep his head on his shoulders to avoid you doing anything weird... "
Fred watched with satisfaction as Swift's smile faded.
" I don't need to tell you to dress well, to have impeccable uniforms. The bus leaves at 9, we'll be there thirty minutes later and you'll be in bed around 3 a.m. Break up. "
Swift walked over to Fred as the rest of the team made their way to the showers.
" No beer ???
- For me either, it will be for next time, Karl. We will need our full attention to channel the impulses of these little young people.
-Pfff... I'm sure I can take care of these youngsters on my own.
- I believe you. But don't tell me again, Karl, because I'll be tempted to jump at the chance. Well, the day is not over for us, we have still work to do ! »
--
Sitting next to the bus window, Fred stared out at the wet sidewalks illuminated by the street lights that dotted the ground with large specks of light iridescent with the dampness of the ground. He looked again at his blue uniform, adorned with its stripes, clean, proudly adorned with his plaque symbolizing his bronze star. Behind him, the ten soldiers bickered a little, happy to spend an evening away from the Mess. Fred stared absently at the sky obscured by clouds and night, surprising himself regretting the desert climate he had cursed a few weeks earlier.
The bus had taken a little longer than expected to escape the traffic jams on the outskirts, but now that it was in London itself, its speed was considerably faster. The congestion charge was finally a pretty good idea. Leaving Putney's station behind, the bus crossed the Thames and entered New King's road before turning right and heading towards South Park. A name that made more than one laugh. Then the bus pulled up on Beltran road, where there were other public transport vehicles. Fred winced a little as he read the name of the street.
Fred and Swift got out first and made sure their men wore their going out clothes with dignity. Fred recalled the last instructions and directed the group to Friston Street, where there was a four-story building whose allure contrasted with the classicism of the bourgeois district. Its large polished glass facade, its visible metal frame was a symbol of the architectural renewal of the City of London. It housed the Nightshift, the hottest place around. Not everyone can enter the Nightshift. On the side of the entrance, a line of a hundred people awaited the goodwill of the porter to let them pass or not. As the Nightshift was not a private club, the doorman had to select a few lucky ones. Each evening, on average, only about twenty regulars had the chance to access the establishment whose clientele was mainly made up of more or less legitimate celebrities and their friends. There were enough in London and in Europe for the establishment to do without the clientele of strangers.
Fred and his group skipped the line and introduced themselves to the porter. Of course, Fred had not forgotten the letter from the general, also signed by the owner of the premises. The regulars looked at the military with jealous eyes. Fred, looked at the albino gorilla in his black suit with a greedy eye, trying to remain discreet.
" Everything is in order, but I cannot let you go in yet, sir.
- Why that ?
-Hmm... Victoria is having a nervous breakdown inside. She complains that the VIP area is too big for her taste. She fears promiscuity with the regulars.
But...
Don't worry, she does this every month, she just looks for the front page of The Sun or The Mirror, we're used to it. She should calm down within ten minutes.
It's reassuring, I could not see myself announcing to my men that we were going to have to turn around.
By the way, all of your men are over 18, aren't they ?
All are in the army. This is obvious. "
Fred's attention was drawn to the arrival at his side of a powerful and short black doberman who wore a dark town suit to a very good effect. The jacket was decorated with an embroidery depicting a wasp about to sting. The build of the new arrival caught Fred's eye. Swift quickly understood why. Fred forced himself to look away, he wasn't here for that tonight and the dob spoke with a strong accent unknown to Fred.
« Excuse me, are you the porter of the establishment ?"
Indeed, sir ?
Bell, Frank Bell. I have this for you, from the Wasps. "
Frank, the number 1 of the Wasps first team, handed an envelope to the porter.
" Those are the... Identity certificates of our players...Major... "
The gorilla cracked open the envelope lined with pounds. It quickly disappeared.
" Where are they ?
They are coming, I just came early, I was hoping not to miss Victoria...
Believe me sir, you can't miss her. She'll be done having a fit in about five minutes.
She'll be in the mood to give autographs, you think ? My wife will never believe the surprise I hope to give her. "
Fred smiled, immediately losing interest in the Doberman.
The door swung open and a dozen photographers came out of the building.
" Looks like she finished earlier... "
The group of photographers concentrated on one side of the street to chat among themselves. Everyone agreed that Victoria was starting to be tiring, and that she was only doing the same show all over again to make people talk about her, without inventing new escapades. More than an outcast that at best she could only hope for page 9 or 13, and certainly not the "front page" with what she had done tonight. A third group arrived from around the corner. Greg, who had laced one of his shoes incorrectly and had stopped to properly relocate his left foot, brought up the rear.
Soon the two groups came face to face. Young military recruits against young rugby players. The porter noted the potentially explosive mixture. He couldn't get anyone in yet because Victoria still had to break her quota of glasses to calm her nerves.
Swift looked at Frank in turn. He wondered what Fred could find attractive about such a hairy muscle mass. Frank noticed the look on him.
" Hey ! You hit on me ?
No no...
So much the better...
On the other hand...
On the other hand, what ? I'll tell you right away, I'm not queer.
Me neither, forget what I said.
So why did you tell me ???
Forget it, if you're not, it doesn't matter.
Because you thought I was ??? "
Tension was starting to build between the two men. And between the groups, each member wanted to help his superior. Fred and the doorman sensed that things were starting to seriously go wrong. He slipped between the two rivals.
"Swift, calm down !
I am calm, boss...
And you, I don't know what you said to each other, but I'm sure it's not worth ruining a beautiful night like this, right ?
It's none of your business, it's between him and me !
If any of my guys have a problem, then that's my business ! "
Fred looked Frank straight in the eye. Part of him thought that the Doberman was devilishly handsome though, but he pushed the idea away again. His primary objective was to calm the two groups.
« Frank, what are you doing to us here ?"
Fred seemed to recognize the voice. He began to search the small crowd for the person who might have said those words.
" Greg ? It's you ??? "
Greg was being hidden by one of his players. Pushing him, he could finally see, and be seen by Fred.
" Fred ! "
Greg walked over to Fred and immediately hugged him.
" Freddy ! Finally ! After all this time !
Gruff ! If you only knew how happy I am to see you !
And me then ! I thought you were dead, big asshole !
I was... You can't imagine the ton of paperwork I had to fill out to get back to the living world !
You can't imagine how happy I am to see you again after all this time. When I think I almost attended your funeral...
I know. I'm glad to see you finally... I can't believe how much I missed you. "
Fred and Greg were holding each other by their shoulders. Karl and Frank looked at the two men and glared at each other. The young people were suspicious of each other but no one dared to move, contenting themselves with looks of defiance and curiosity.
« But what are you doing in London ?
I was transferred a month ago, I will finish my contract here... And you ?
I play here... At London Wasps...
It's true, I had forgotten it. Looks like we got the same assignment tonight, right ?
If by mission you mean spending the evening preventing a bunch of horny post-teens from causing a diplomatic incident while being deprived of a few small pleasures, then yes, I'm here for that. But hey, Fred, seriously ? Just a post on Headbook to tell me you weren't dead ??? "
Fred scratched the back of his head, unsure of what to say. The two men continued to look at each other. Swift and Bell sensed that something was going to happen, but they didn't know what. Each knew their superior was gay, but each ignored the other's superior. Fred had put his arm over Greg's shoulder and started talking to him quietly so no one else could hear.
" Tell me Greg, I was thinking... We couldn't... Leave the children behind and hang out for a bit ? It's been so long...
I do not know. I'm a babysitter tonight...
Me too... Your right hand man, do you trust him ?
I think I can, yes. He's hot-blooded, but he's a nice boy. And yours ?
Totally. Do you think what I'm thinking ?
I think... Your place or mine ?
My place is a military base where you can't go...
It is true... At home then... But we need a good reason...
I just have an order to give... "
Bell and Swift looked at each other more and more...
« Master Corporal, is that it ?
Yes.
Don't take it the wrong way, though... Your sergeant...
He's queer, yes... And your...
Also, yes...
Oh, I think we're not gonna get away from it... "
Greg greatly appreciated Fred's arm wrapped around his neck. While discussing, he approached without realizing it his face of that of Fred. Their cheeks almost touched but Fred was already feeling the body heat in his friend's face. Their cheeks finally touched.
" I... "
Greg didn't continue. He just kissed Fred's cheek, who gazed into Greg's.
Without saying a word, Fred removed his arm, put his hands back on his friend's shoulders and kissed him on the mouth.
Greg returned the offered kiss by kissing Fred even more deeply, totally neglecting the fact that a good hundred people were looking at them. Urged on by his old habit, Greg broke the kiss and began to frantically lick Fred's cheek, like a little puppy, as he had done for years with Francis. He was very surprised to find that Fred was licking him the same way on his other cheek. Something Francis had never done.
The two men looked into each other's eyes. They paid no attention to the sometimes disgusted looks of the young people under their tutelage. None of them was unaware of the homosexuality of their superior, but they did not expect to see them one day in action.
Fred took Greg's hand briefly and walked back to the porter, Swift and Bell. Fred positioned himself in front of Swift, and Greg in front of Bell.
" Well... Karl...
Yes sir ?
I... I forgot... No. I just remembered that I misplaced the tool set from the third block. I have to go back... Oh and shit, the hell with those stupid apologies ! I'll give you the kids, I'll go home on my own ! I order you all to have fun and show these little English girls what an American soldier is worth with a glass of beer in hand ! It's understood ?
Count on me, sarge ! "
" Frank...
Yes, Greg ?
I... I forgot... No. I just remembered that I left my bedroom window open... Oh and shit, the hell with those stupid apologies ! I'll give you the kids, I'll go home on my own ! You're going to give me the pleasure of giving them all a good evening, and you're also going to show those American pussies what an English rugby player is worth with a glass of beer in his hand, understand ?
It's clear, Greg... But... aren't you American too ?
Not this evening ! "
Greg hailed a cab and before anyone could protest, the two men disappeared into the car which left the street immediately.
"42, Bishops road, High Wycombe... "
Greg tossed the address to the driver as quickly as possible before putting his lips back on Fred's and resuming sucking each other's tongues.
--
The taxi driver was driving as fast as possible because he absolutely did not want two guys to start climbing on each other in the back of his car. Throughout the ride, Fred and Greg spent their time kissing greedily, deeply breathing their mutual desire. At his destination, Greg threw a few bills at the driver without looking and pulled Fred home, still wrapped in his arms. Without taking his mouth off Fred's, Greg opened his door and closed it sharply. He pushed Fred against the living room wall and pinned him against it. Still kissing him, he took off his jacket and undid the buttons on his shirt while Fred undid Greg's belt buckle. He felt under his fingers the stiff and thick member of his friend who asked only to come out. Greg massaged his crotch in turn to get an idea of what Fred was going to give him next.
Both pants felt to the floor and the two men stroked their cocks still locked in their now wet and tense underwear. Fred wore classic cut blue briefs, highlighting his testicles while Greg wore a wet, sweaty black jockstrap. Fred felt it was unclean, which made his desire even stronger. Greg licked his fingers to taste the juice from Fred who returned the courtesy.
It was not the first time that the two men had gone to sleep together. But it was the first time they were going to do it since the night when Fred had lost his virginity in the company of his two friends. And it was also the first time for the two men since their respective adventures, sentimental and warlike. Fred looked at his friend's underwear, enjoying the latter's excitement between his fingers.
" Fuck, Greg, it's even bigger than I remembered...
You too are well equipped, big pig... It's been a while since I had such a big present...
Give me mine first... "
Angry and impatient, Greg ripped and tore Fred's undies, who groaned both his desire and his surprise.
« Put your hands on the wall and spread your thighs, man... "
Fred obeyed and spread his legs, releasing a pant leg, giving free access to his hairy ass. It brought back fond memories for Greg had been the first man to enter him. He was still wearing his shirt open, having just untied his tie. Greg wore that too, untangling the knot, staring at his friend's muscular buttocks.
« Mmmm I don't remember seeing them so round and firm the last time ..."
Fred smiles.
" In the army, they don't neglect physical fitness ! "
Greg took off his pants and jock and knelt behind Fred. Without hesitation, he parted his friend's buttocks with his hands and began to lick the line and the anus of his partner who felt with pleasure the hot and wet tongue starting to enter his rectum.
Greg was making the most of the pleasure of licking Fred's foundation. His friend's ass was clean, but since it had been at least two hours since his last shower, there was not the slightest trace or smell of soap. There was just the scent and taste of Fred. Greg's cock released streams of precum that felt on the floor.
« So good...
Fuck Greg, take me...
I'm coming, big slut..."
Greg opened the sideboard drawer next to it and pulled out some condoms and a bottle of gel. Fred realized that he was not the first guy to get brutally caught in this part of the house. He took the opportunity to remove his shoes and completely remove his pants, putting his hands back to the wall, thighs spread and his ass arched.
Greg put on a condom and began to lubricate Fred's anus.
" No...
What ?
Take me like this... Dry... I like it when it's rough !
Damn but you've become a real pig, you bastard...
Go for it... "
Just taking the time to lubricate his preserved cock a little, Greg placed himself behind Fred, stroking his hips and rubbing his cock against his line, suddenly entering Fred's ass who screamed with pain and pleasure. Greg realized that the past eight years had brought a lot of experience to Fred.
« It's fucking good like that, yes... Fill me thoroughly ! "
Fred rubbed his forehead against the wall, enjoying the harshness and power of Greg's hip thrusts.
Greg started thrusting his back to satisfy his friend who was screaming his pleasure. Each rubbing against his prostate made him moan with a beautiful deep, manly voice.
" Damn it, Fred... I forgot how tight you are...
- Fuck, Greg... I forgot how thick you are ! "
Instinctively, Greg grabbed Fred's nipples and started playing with them while sodomizing his partner.
" It is so good... Oh, Greg... "
Greg was excited. Fred's ass massaged his cock, his member completely trapped in his warm intestines, his fingers playing with the latter's stiff nipples and his scent... Fred's scent was a real perfume. Strong, musky, no after-shave, just natural.
Greg couldn't take it anymore, he felt he was going to come soon.
Fred was thrilled. His prostate stimulated to the maximum sent him waves of pleasure throughout his body, waves reinforced by the pleasure of having the nipples well worked.
Instinctively, Greg freed Fred's left shoulder and began to bite it as his pleasure mounted. As Fred felt even more desire, he bit harder as he ejaculated into the condom.
" Ahhhh... "
Fred couldn't take it anymore. Anal pleasure, combined with that of his chest and now the bite... The moment he felt Greg's condom fill up, he came in turn, spewing long, thick jets of cum on the living room wall.
" Ohhh Greg.... It is so good...
I love you, Fred... Your ass is so...
I know... "
Fred remains with his hands on the wall, his back dripping with sweat, Greg's stomach pressed to his shirt, catching his breath as the last drops of semen fall to the floor.
" Sorry for your wall...
You are not the first... And the night has barely begun...
I hope so ! "
Greg turned his partner over and kissed him even more greedily. He noticed the mark left by his jaw.
" Um, sorry about that...
It does not matter... It is not the first time that this has happened. In fact... I liked...
It is true ?
Yes. I'm not very "vanilla" ... As you can see ...
That's good, me neither... "
Greg smiled, taking a step back, removing the condom and going to throw it in the trash.
" You want something to drink ?
A small beer, but not too strong, I have the second round to do in a little while.
I should hope so... "
The two men took advantage of this short break to get completely naked. They left their clothes loose on the sofa and went upstairs where the two bedrooms of the house were.
Greg made Fred lie down on his double bed and began to stroke him. The touch of the warm, hairy skin quickly took effect and Fred was soon again in a position to deliver Greg from his intense physical needs. In the bedroom, too, he had condoms and lubricant available.
" Tell me, Greg... is there a place in this house you never fuck ?
- Let me think... No... "
Greg got on the bed on all fours, turning his ass to Fred who began to lick his line in turn. Greg in turn knew all the pleasure of offering his privacy to a friend. Fred was getting more and more aroused and he started to rub his thick cock against Greg's anus.
"Mmmmm... Before...Open the last bottom drawer, will you ? "
Fred obeyed and found there a thick leather collar, as well as two leashes. The invitation was obvious. Fred smirked, realizing that Greg wasn't a nice boy either. He put the collar around Greg's neck and hooked a leash to Greg.
" The other too... "
Greg pointed to a second clip on the collar, opposite the first. Fred hung on the second leash and once Greg returned to doggy style, he understood the reason.
Once his cock was hooded and well lubricated, Fred entered Greg the same way he had just been. Greg moans in pain and pleasure. Fred took a leash in each hand and began to pull on it in rhythm with his thrusts. Greg's neck was pulled back strongly and the hindrance greatly increased his pleasure, which did not escape his partner's notice.
Fred then put Greg on his back in order to penetrate him deeper still. About to cum, Greg begged his friend to put him back on all fours, which his friend agreed to.
The final thrusts of Fred completed the excitement of Greg who ejaculated thick streaks of cum on his sheets. Feeling the rectum tighten under the effect of the orgasm, Fred ejaculated in turn in the latex hood. Greg collapsed in pleasure into his own seed as Fred lay on his back, catching his breath, breathing heavily, letting his sweat soak up the already musky room.
« Ten minutes, and we're on to the third round, okay ? "
Fred could only agree. He moved his hand a little and felt Greg's fingers against his. The rott closed his hand over his and looked at him, smiling, the collar and leashes still around his neck, also catching his breath on the sheets now wet with sweat and semen. Fred smirked, turning to his friend to kiss him again. This time it was no longer out of pure desire. Fred felt a strong affection for his friend, putting himself on the side. Greg followed suit. Fred rubbed, smiling, the large ring in the nose of the rott, who smirked stupidly, sniffing the close fingers.
" It's crazy how well it looks on you.
Mmmm I know. I'm glad daddy allowed me to have one so young.
Isn't it too painful for the games ?
Don't be ridiculous, I'm removing them all. Anyway, the rules don't allow you to play with it.
It is more careful yes.
Oh yes, during the meetings, we all take advantage of the moments where the referee cannot see anything to break a few rules... You know Fred, the guys may well proclaim their heterosexuality loud and clear, that does not prevent them from trying to nab our balls in the fray to twist them. It's a trick to weaken the opponent.
Really ?
You quickly learn why it is important to play with a shell... And since I have no problem touching the balls of other guys... "
Fred smiled, imagining what happened next, resting his back on the bed, his arms behind his head. Greg brought his nose up and inhaled the powerful musk, smiling.
" You smell so good. "
Fred smiled, using his feet to stroke Greg's muscular legs.
"I can say the same about you. Good to see you again, Greg. Really. I now see how much I missed you. "
Greg smiles, his nose still buried, a hand stroking his friend's testicles. Blood began to flow into their limbs again. It was time to go back to work ...
-
When Fred opened his eyes, the room was already full of light. Outside, the sun was bright. Turning around in bed, he saw Greg, just as naked as him, still asleep, on his back, his left arm under his neck. Fred noticed that he was still wearing his leather collar. Fred never got tired of admiring the muscular, hairy body. He leaned into the left armpit, and gently rested his nose there.
What a good smell... The mixture of sweat and cum was a real treat. Fred noticed that the sheets were good to clean, each having spilled a fair amount of seed. A priori, Greg was like him on this point too. He didn't think of semen as smear, but as normal bodily fluid. Greg woke up as Fred began to sniff his armpit again.
" Hey...
Hi...
You enjoy the show it seems...
Mmmm yes... That smell... I love... "
Greg moved around and took advantage of Fred's armpits a bit too.
" A real delight. "
The two men kissed again, hugging, smiling at each other.
« It's nice to see that I didn't imagine that night...
Mmmff me too. It had been a while since I had a really good time.
It's already daylight, what time do you start ?
I have to be at the base for eight. And you ?
At the stadium for eight too. "
Greg took his watch from his nightstand.
" What time is it ?
- Hmm... Ten-thirty... "
Fred stood up, surprised. Then noting that Greg was not moving, he lay down beside him.
« You're right, we're already late anyway, there's no point in rushing...
I love your way of thinking...
To pass very close to death, it allows to put things in perspective... Did you see the state in which we put your sheets ?
They've seen worse, believe me...
It was great, Greg... It has been years since I have had such orgasms.
It is the same for me. Didn't I bother you ? I snore... Pretty badly I was told.
No. I noticed this, but me snoring, it puts me to sleep. Probably because of the noise of the reactors or the engines. I learned to cope with it.
It is true ?
That's probably why I didn't wake up at dawn as usual.
The three hours of sleep you would have had probably played a role too.
Certainly. Do you know I'll stay like this all day ?
I would be happy too, but I'm going to have to get up, unless you're also a lover of golden shower...
Not in the morning, and not on a mattress... "
Greg looked at Fred with an amused look. The young man had definitely changed a lot. He had matured, and above all, he too had a lot more experience than when they last had sex, the night Greg and Francis came out. Greg stood up, trying to avoid the flattened latex tubes on the floor.
« Do you take something special in the morning ?
A coffee will be enough.
Can you go make some in the kitchen ?
Why I would do that ?
I have to make a big deposit at the bank, it will save us time.
It's a good reason. "
As Greg made his way to the toilet, Fred went down to the kitchen to make coffee. He spotted the necessary equipment in the cupboards. Once the coffee maker was on, he started looking for his cell phone. He retrieved it from under the sofa, wondering how he had slipped under it. But with the orgy that had just taken place the night before, it wouldn't have been surprising to find some dishes in the freezer.
Fred looked at his messages, grimacing. Three from Karl, two from his captain. Fred expected to get yelled at. He decided to just send Karl a written message informing him that he was fine, that he was sorry for the delay and that he would be at his post as soon as possible.
Greg joined him in the kitchen and seeing Fred with the cell phone in hand, he looked for his too to find out how many times we had tried to reach him.
Three messages from Frank, two from the press service, one from Mark and eight from his trainer. He grimaced in turn.
" I think I'm good to ride the pine the next two games...
- And me to be grounded... "
Greg was somewhat amused by the situation.
« You hear us ? We're adults and it feels like we're still in high school...
We can't wait for our exams then.
I'm afraid that the latter will only take place during our funeral... "
Greg still decided to listen to his father's message, he knew in advance the content of the others, especially those of his coach.
Listening, Fred saw that there was a problem.
" Oh shit...
Something wrong ?
It depends... "
Greg went to the living room and turned on his computer.
"It was daddy Mark... Him and Daddy Ed are watching my career and anything the press can say about me. They follow me through the Net.
They will never let you go...
Since the Internet, no one has any privacy. And me even less. I think I'm getting used to it a bit. "
Greg entered the address of the site indicated by Mark, an English tabloid well known for its freedom of tone, its impertinence and especially its excesses.
" Oh no... "
The site resumed the "front page" of today's edition. Under the white title on a red background of the name of the newspaper, we saw Greg and Fred, tenderly entwined in front of the Nightshift, kissing at the top of the lungs.
The title was evocative and referential : "Dancing queens".
Other, smaller photos showed Greg and Fred all smiles, hand in hand, illustrated with a « Does Wasps mainstay going to score for his team or against his camp ? » "Or a Is the American army reaffirming its domination over its English ally ? » Willingly or not forgetting the fact that Greg was American too. But coming from such a journal, it was not surprising. Either way, Greg was dismayed, his hand on his forehead, resting on his desk, eyes closed.
" Can't believe that... "
Fred was trying to see things from a better angle.
" The title is not bad, gritty, but well thought out.
The worst is that you're right, it's not bad I think too. I'm sorry, Fred... I should have thought of the paparazzi...
It's not important, I never hid my sexuality from the army or from anyone.
You see me delighted. Fortunately, it's the same for me.
Do they say my name ?
I don't know, you have to buy the paper to access the inside pages.
You can do it ?
Pfff that's good for you then... I never put up with this tea towel. "
It took a few clicks for Greg to read the inside pages once downloaded.
" Blah blah blah... Wasps right pillar... They weren't wrong about my post anyway... It is the press service of my club who will be happy... Kissed without restraint in front of the Nightshift... Quickly disappeared in a taxi...Staff-Sergeant Kaplan...
Shit... One of the guys must have given them my name...
I'm sorry, Fred...
It's okay, Greg, it's not your fault. Fortunately my parents don't read this kind of newspaper...
Hey, the cab driver testified... Oh the bastard, the son of a bitch... It's only fair if he doesn't say that we fucked each other in the backseat...
Is that a picture of your house ?
It seems like...
It's hard to say, they all look the same here...
Wait, I'll enlarge the photo... Rah it's mine... The bastards, they followed us...
Are you sure ?
Look at the mailbox... To be sure not to go to the wrong house on the nights I come home drunk, I did like dads. I glued two small flags...
A Bear and a Leather... I see them from here.
And then... Well it's only fair if they don't announce that we are pregnant... It doesn't surprise me from them. Well, they don't give out my address, that's always a win.
And what is this last photo ? "
Greg zoomed in on the last photo on the page, and he closed his eyes, aghast... Taken from outside, we could see the couple in silhouettes, doggy style, on the bed. Fortunately, the curtain was drawn. And fortunately still, their build being practically identical, it was thus impossible for anyone to say who was in which place.
" Well. Don't blame me, Fred, but if someone asks me, I'll say it was me who was behind...
- I will do the same. "
At that moment, Fred's cell phone vibrated. He had just received a message.
" It's from daddy. But why is he sending me an internet link ? "
Fred activated the link and loud music began to come out of the speakers.
"You can dance,
you can jive,
having the time of your life.
See that girl,
watch that scene,
dig in the dancing queen... "
(Dancing Queen, ABBA)
Fred abruptly cut the phone off. He would never get used to his father's humor...
"No, but if he does too !" How did he knew ?
- I don't know exactly, but it looks like Google is not your friend today... »