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Starting Over © October 2010 Kenn Dahll
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Starting Over
By Kenn Dahll
Click…clack…click…clack…click…clack…The steady rhythmic sound of the iron wheels on the rails, punctuated by the occasional train whistle, lulled Jason into oblivion in spite of his uncomfortable sleeping arrangements and his mental discord. An older Army buddy had secured a position as a guard for the railroad and generously allowed the twenty-two year old former farmer to sleep in the baggage car. Perched on a pile of trunks and suitcases with only his worn military issue blanket for warmth, Jason slept−and dreamt.
Recurring nightmares of the horror of the War Between the States disturbed his slumber with visions of wounded fellow soldiers, some even younger than the twenty years he boasted of when he enlisted. His body could still feel the tremors in Billy’s body when the eighteen year old Pennsylvanian died in his arms. As the warm body turned cold, Jason’s tears fell in a torrent onto the dead boy’s face, cleaning off the grime and blood to reveal smooth skin. The kid never had to shave.
He also remembered the first time he held the boy in his arms. After dinner the night before the fatal battle the company captain announced they would engage the enemy the following morning and suggested the troops visit with a chaplain. Jason opted to sit under a lone large oak on the edge of the encampment and sort out his feelings about the impending battle. It would be his third time in combat and he was frightened that his luck would run out.
As he contemplated his situation, weeping could be heard from a small clump of bushes a few yards from the tree. Upon investigating he found Billy curled up in a fetal position his body racked with sobs. Moved with compassion, Jason approached, squatted on the ground next to the boy and, in an attempt to sooth him, reached out to touch the young soldier’s trembling shoulders. Billy turned to face his comforter and clutched him with a fervor previously unknown to Jason, knocking the frontier farmer over onto his back with Billy lying on top of him. As the kid continued to embrace him tightly Jason’s body responded in a way that made him uncomfortable. His male member filled with blood and became firm. Billy’s mind registered the rigidity against his groin, and soon both cocks were hard. It was impossible for the two red-blooded youths to deny their need for sexual release.
Billy stopped crying and moaned softly before raising his head up to look into Jason’s eyes, pleading with the older boy not to reject him. Instinctively Jason bent down and kissed Billy’s forehead liberating a flood of emotions in the boy. Billy held Jason even tighter and kissed him on the lips arousing both soldiers’ submerged passions. The kid sat up and removed his uniform shirt and undergarment. Stunned by the sight of the slender teen’s pale hairless chest heaving with emotion, Jason let the boy remove the clothing from his upper body. “You have hair on your chest.” The young soldier rubbed his palms over Jason’s breasts. “I’ve never been with a guy with a hairy chest. All my friends were hairless like me.” He squeezed the other boy’s pectoral mounds. “Nice muscles too.” The boy’s voice was filled with wonder. “I’m far too scrawny.”
Jason lay there speechless, confused by conflicting feelings. The kid’s hands were pleasantly warm on his bare skin yet he knew what was happening was sinful. He surprised himself when he reacted by sitting up and running his hands over Billy’s torso, feeling the bony ridges of his ribs. “No. You’re very attractive.”
“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”
“No, really.” Jason playfully pinched one of the boy’s little nipples.
“Mmmmmm!” Billy moaned and let his hands fall onto Jason’s crotch. “Oooohhhh! It feels so big! Can I play with it?” Jason lay back down and folded his arms behind his head, allowing the youth unrestricted access to his uniform pants’ buttons. His hands trembling with excitement Billy fumbled with the closures. Jason’s erect penis resisted easy extraction from the bunched-up pants and undergarments. Finally, Billy wrestled Jason’s genitals free.
“Holy shit! You got a big one!” The enthusiastic kid stroked the hard nine-inch shaft as Jason shivered with pleasure. The slightly older soldier was shocked when the young man licked the tip of his shaft, letting his tongue probe beneath the tautly stretched foreskin. Shocked and stimulated! His dick throbbed then exploded in a fusillade of semen. Getting a face full of warm sperm didn’t dissuade Billy from inhaling his new-found partner’s rigid rod into his throat.
“Damn!” Jason yelled. “What the hell are you doing?”
Billy pulled off the throbbing pole long enough to answer. “Pleasing you I hope,” He replied softly. “Don’t you like it?”
Yes, but…” Jason started to say it was wrong but remembered Billy’s earlier despondent condition. “…but I just…”
“Can you do it again? I can, three times in an hour sometimes. My friend Tommy did it four times in an afternoon−with my help of course. I want to get you hard so you can put it up my ass.”
“What!” Jason was astounded. He had never heard of someone wanting to be sodomized.
“Please fuck me. I love a big one up my rear. You’ll like it too.” Curiosity and the desire for intimate contact convinced Jason and he watched as Billy stripped and lay down with his legs raised over his shoulder. “Use some spit or it will hurt us both,” Billy prompted. Jason hawked up a glob of spittle and covered his inflexible rod. Another blob he rubbed over Billy’s tiny ass hole. “Push some inside to make it easier.” Billy was no novice to rectal impalement. The slimy fluid served its purpose and Jason’s nine inches of fat cockmeat entered Billy’s anus.
Jason’s lust took over and he furiously thrust in and out of Billy’s hole until, with a loud bellow, he released another load from his balls. Billy also experienced orgasm and flooded his abdomen with a creamy white essence. Both young soldiers yelled out with pleasure as they erupted.
“Sshh!” The railway guard misunderstood the source of Jason’s cries and tried to stifle what he perceived as the pain of Jason’s two-year old memories. The former soldier thought he knew what the younger man was going through, having buried many friends on the battlefield himself. Jason reached out in his sleep and hugged the other man to his chest in a subconscious attempt to find comfort from the touch of another person. “Sshh! It’s alright. The war’s over. Sleep!” The guard rocked the tormented youth in his arms until his thrashing and groans subsided. Night after night the ritual was repeated until the train reached San Francisco.