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Post #112
I don’t
think Hawk’s visit to the big city is going exactly the way he planned. Or
perhaps he didn’t plan anything, just waited to see what would happen. Well, Sam
the waiter happened. What will this final installment bring?
*****
A HAWK IN THE CITY
Hawk stared out early and
mid-morning stopped at a rest stop where a young man walked up to the urinal
beside him.
“Saw you drive in. You’re
headed south, aren’t you?”
“Yeah,” Hawk said,
looking over at the man. Mid-twenties, clean-shaven. Obviously spent a lot of
time in the gym. His features were pleasant, no more. But his body was super.
“Can I hook a lift? Busted,
so I can’t help with the expenses, but I sure would appreciate it.”
“Sure. Going that way
anyway.”
The man seemed relieved. “Thanks.
I was beginning to worry about getting pinched for hitchhiking. I hear they’re
tough about it in this state.”
“Where you headed?” Hawk asked,
walking to the sink to wash his hands.
“Corpus Christi. On leave
from the marines and headed home. Got in a poker game before I left and got cleaned
out.” He gave a grin that made him better looking. “I’m not too good at poker. Name’s
Hal.”
Around noon Hawk pulled
into a restaurant. Hal said he’d wait in the car. It was obvious the guy was
really broke so Hawk didn’t argue. He went inside ordered two sandwiches, some
fries, and drinks and hauled them back to the pickup.
“Man, you didn’t have to
do that,” the marine protested.
“Gotta eat. Don’t like
doing it alone, so take it and make me happy.”
As they pulled out onto
the highway again, Hal made an offer. “Hey, if I can help drive or give you a
hand any other way, let me know. Got a valid Texas license.”
Hawk nodded, but the
phrase “or give you a hand any other way” kept rolling around in his head. Fifty
miles down the road, he asked as casually as possible. “Give me a hand… how?”
The marine shrugged. “Don’t
know. You name it, and I’ll do it if I can.”
“Man, I’m not very good
at this,” Hawk observed.
“Just spit it out, man. What
you got in mind?”
“You ever get with a
guy?” Hawk blurted.
The man studied the road
for a long minute. “Never figured you for that. But yeah. Stationed in an
embassy overseas. Not supposed to get involved with their women, so this buddy
and me helped one another out. Without no women, what else you gonna do?” He looked
at Hawk. “That what you want?”
Hawk shrugged. “Just a
thought.” He flushed beneath the gyrene’s gaze.
“Sure, man. You a
good-looking dude. What you want? Some head? I can do that.”
“That’s what you did for
one another?”
“Yeah.” The moment grew
awkward. “So what do we do, pull off on the desert somewhere.”
“I guess,” Hawk said
without much conviction. “Never done it in the open like this. Well, I have,
but it was with a woman.”
“You do this for a change
of pace?”
“Guess that’s it.” Hawk
spotted a turnoff and followed it a mile or so off the highway. In the middle
of nowhere, he turned his truck out onto the desert bed.
“How we gonna do this?”
“Shit, I don’t know,”
Hawk replied, beginning to regret the whole thing… until the marine put a warm
hand on his groin.
“How about you come sit
on the edge of the seat and I’ll stoop down?”
The man unbuckled Hawk’s belt
and stripped his trousers to his ankles. Hal gave a smile. “Never tried an
uncircumcised one before.”
“New experience.”
Hal dropped to his knees
and within moments, Hawk figured the guy had learned well on his gyrene buddy. He
soon groaned and pumped his hips until it was over.
“That okay?” Hal asked,
standing. His jeans bulged.
“Great!” Hawk touched the
man’s fly. Hal leaned into his hand. Hawk studied the man’s clear blue eyes. “Can’t
return the favor, but if you want to get it off, you can lean against me.”
“Thanks,” Hal said,
ripping open his fly. “You’re a sexy dude, Hawk. Glad you picked me up.” He
pressed his back against Hawk’s chest and stroked himself. He laid his head
against Hawk’s cheek and sighed. “Feels good, man.”
Hawk ran his hand over
the man’s torso, feeling the difference between him and the kid back in
Phoenix. This was a man. With that realization, he began to get aroused again. Hal
ground his butt against him, and before Hawk really understood what was happening,
he was inside the hunky marine.
“Oh, shit!” Hal murmured.
Imprisoned between the
car seat by the weight of the marine’s body, Hawk let Hal do all the work. The
marine muttered, more than to Hawk, until he stiffened and let out a groan. The
marine’s orgasm brought Hawk over the edge. Breathing hard, they remained cuddled
against one another for a few minutes until Hawk reached behind the seat and
drug out a canteen. Hal cleaned them both. There wasn’t as much awkwardness as
with the kid in town, but there wasn’t any afterglow either. Hawk was glad the
man was quiet when they were back on the road. Hawk made sure he had some
eating money when he let Hal off at a truck stop on I-10.
Arriving home in the early
evening, Hawk unloaded the pickup, took a long, hot shower, and went to bed
early to review the past few days. The trip hadn’t been a waste because he’d
learned something about himself. Casual, promiscuous sex with males wasn’t his
thing. It felt too sordid, wrong… sinful even. And that wasn’t right, because
there was nothing wrong with what he’d had with beautiful Ramon and handsome
Brit.
Hawk rose with the
morning star to sit on his front porch in the darkness and sip a cup of black
coffee. This morning he’d go to work, and Grover Whitedeer would be there demanding
to hear about his vacation. Handsome, sexy, funny Grove. Of course, there wasn’t
much he could tell him except how great the Grand Canyon was.
*****
I get the
feeling Hawk’s finished experimenting. He now knows what… or who… he wants. As
single-minded as he is, he’ll probably got at it with determination. Will it
result in a love affair or a broken friendship?
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