BB-80092 Coming Out

EXCERPT

“Come on you guys, let’s get the hell out of here before we get our asses shot off,” Paul said.

“I just got mine shot off,” Lon answered with a grin. He looked back over his shoulder. “Okay, big buddy. Off! Game’s over.”

The dark haired soldier didn’t say anything.

He just got up and began putting himself back into his fatigues. Lon likewise pulled his pants up and picked up the blouse of his uniform which he had stripped off. As he buttoned up the front of the shirt he grinned again at Paul and said, “Some battle, huh?”

Paul, embarrassed, yet feeling satisfied and happy, grunted, then cursed, remarking how fucking stupid the three of them had been.

Lon ignored the remark. “By the way,” Lon said, sticking out his hand, “My name’s Lon Packard.”

Paul hesitated, then took the hand and shook it. “Paul Meredith,” he said simply. He didn’t smile but he was tempted to.

They both looked at the dark haired soldier who had his back turned to them. He was putting on his helmet, then he picked up his rifle, turned and said, “See you guys,” and disappeared over the rim of the foxhole.

Lon shrugged his shoulders. “No manners,” he said. “I just met him this afternoon. His name’s Greg something or other. He said he got separated from his unit somehow. I couldn’t tell you which unit but I can tell you two things about him—he’s a great cocksucker and a real wild fucker.”

“Christ!” Paul answered, wanting to sound disgusted. He didn’t exactly like to talk about queer sex after it was over, or before it was started for that matter. He never did. To him it was something to be done, not to be talked about. Even as a kid when the other guys would get together and play with each other they always kidded and talked about it, just as Lon was doing now, but Paul never liked that. He never liked taking the seriousness out of sex. It was something beautiful to him and talking about it made it seem ordinary and dirty.

“What are you, some kind of prude or something?” Lon asked.

“No, not really.” Paul picked up his rifle and stared after the dark haired soldier who had just left them. He watched the soldier, crouched low, run fast and disappear into a clump of trees. “I just don’t think stuff like we just did should be dragged around after it’s over.”

Lon joined him at the lip of the foxhole. “Well maybe we just were brought up in different ways. Now take me for instance. I learned right at the start that talking about sex leads to sex. The first time I had sex with a guy was when I was about eleven years old. The guy was a lot older than me and really showed me the ropes the hard way. I’ve learned to be a hot, hungering bastard when it comes to fucking, but I guess being a hard fag toughened me up against love and shit like that. I don’t believe in that crap. One night stands are my specialty.”