Alright, a new story from me!
This story contains male-to-male consensual sexual relationships, so if this is illegal for you to read, please adhere to whatever laws you abide by.
****This story follows a previous story of mine called Wade & Christian, which you can find in the high school section of this fine archive. I suggest you read it first. BUT, if teen angst and ultradrama romance is not your thing, this story does stand alone.
For my fans, this story is mighty different from Wade & Chris and The Prick, it is about a conflicting relationship and the power of true love. So, if you are looking for any of my previous stories regurgitated, you will be sorely disappointed. This story will run about 10-15 installments. It will also feature the characters of Wade & Christian quite prominently, so let's enjoy the ride, shall we?
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Mannie thumped a half-empty pack of cigarettes against his lean thigh and checked out the occupants of the bus he was riding on. Not one cute guy. Not even one. He looked out of the window and watched the Michigan scenery flash by. Farms and cows.
He was not looking forward to being back home...and he didn't know how long they were going to make him stay at home. His sargeant had said his leave would be indefinite, despite Mannie's protests that he didn't need to go home.
The bottom line had been that he didn't have a say in the subject. He was a soldier and he obeyed his commanding officer.
He'd been riding on the same bus for over ten hours and he was itching for a stop long enough to get a few good puffs of a cigarette, but he knew there was only one more stop before he was home and neither one would last longer than it took for the driver to unload one or two passengers and get back on the road.
His friend Christian had promised to meet him at the bus station and for that Mannie was grateful. He didn't know who to call when he found out that he would have to come home. He hadn't spoken to his parents in almost a year and knew that if he tried to reach them, he would be ignored or shunned.
They hadn't been there when he was deployed to Iraq. They hadn't been there when he was laid up in a military hosital with shrapnel injuries throughout his body and they weren't going to be there to welcome him home with open arms. He could care less.
The black boy and Vietnamese girl who had shunned their own families to marry outside of their respective races had been decidely lacking in tolerance or acceptance for the fact that their own son was gay.
When Mannie had been unable to make their dreams of his relationship with his highschool girlfriend Kiesha turning into marriage become a reality, they wanted nothing else to do with him. Not until he could bring a woman home. What killed him was the fact that it never mattered to them who the woman was, as long as she was completely female.
Mannie had long ago accepted the fact that he was a dick-addict. From the first time he had seen another boy's cock, he had lived and salivated for the opportunity to see more...and if the truth were told, he had done a bang up job of getting his share. He'd perfected the craft of getting a lukewarm or severly straight male out of his clothes and into his bed down to a science.
He knew the looks, he knew the kind of emotion to show and he knew when to disappear. What he didn't know was how to deal with love.
The one person he had allowed himself to feel any emotion for had been the one that he hurt the most, but he hadn't wanted to fall in love with a girl. He had come to terms with the fact that he liked dick more than vagina and moved on. When Kiesha came into the picture, he had been attracted to her from the start. She was tall, dark and muscular to start, unlike any of the other girls he had ever known. He'd wanted to fuck her just for the experience of fucking someone like her, but she had never gone along with the plan.
She seemed determined to set him up with her friend Christian...and Mannie had never minded that thought either. Christian was one of the most beautiful people that Mannie had ever seen, and completely unaware of his own charm. He was tall, with light blond hair and piercing blue eyes that could just make you freeze wherever you happened to be standing at the moment. Christian was hung up on a guy named Wade at the time, a jock, out-of-anyone's-league-type, which Mannie considered a complete waste of time...and perfectly good dick for that matter.
For awhile, Mannie entertained the thought of getting the two of them, Kiesha's long, dark limbs and Christian's long, pale limbs, spread out before him like an offering. He spent long hours daydreaming about what it would feel like to have both of them at his mercy at the same time...but gradually those fantasies had evolved into ones that primarily featured Kiesha. Kiesha's soft, rounded lips wrapped around his dick, her pink-pink tongue probing the depths of his ass. He began to care about the off-the-wall subjects she talked about, to miss her when she was busy with track practice, to ache when her eyes met his across the room...and it scared the shit out of him.
He was lost for awhile, floundering while trying to have a relationship with a girl and craving a dick in his mouth or ass simultaneously. He'd felt schrizophrenic on the subject and had freaked out when he stopped by Kiesha's on a whim one night and walked around to her bedroom window to suprise her. Once there, he watched as she across her bed, her face drenched in tears and her expression more vulnerable than he had ever seen it before. He didn't even have to ask if she was crying over him. He knew it. It was then that he decided to put some distance between them and to enlist in the Marines. He needed to get away from as much as she needed a chance to figure things out without him.
Underneath it all, he never thought that they wouldn't end up together. No one had ever been as devoted to him as Kiesha had been. But it hadn't taken her five months to get over him and to get wrapped up a new guy.
Mannie could care less.
He made it back to the Marine base and was glad he was told that they going into training for the mission. His infantry was needed for the war in Iraq and for awhile, Mannie thought that maybe he could serve a purpose. Dying a heroe's death in a foreign war didn't sound like such a bad iea when he didn't care about life anymore.
But he learned a few things in that war. He learned that life was a lot more valuable than he was giving it credit for. He also learned that in a desperate situation like war, the straighest of men was unafraid to embark in a little male-on-male sex if it was kept discreet. So, Mannie kept things discreet.
It was his own fault for caring enough about his latest suck buddy to jump in the line of fire for him with guns blazing. He hadn't loved Scott, by any means. The guy had a wife and two kids at home that he loved more than life itself. What the two of them did late at night under the cover of darkness would never be shared with anyone else. Mannie knew that. It was just that when the caravan of travelers approached them, something in Mannie knew that the situation just wasn't right. He'd pushed Scott back when Scott would have checked them out. If anything went wrong, Mannie knew that he should be the one sent home in a coffin, not Scott.
The grenade they threw was the homemade variety and not as powerful as it could have been. For that reason alone, Mannie was still alive. The shrapnel from the bomb had travelled throughout his body and he had immediately been shipped to hospital.
Scott escaped unscathed, except for a light bruise on his chin from a wayward piece of shrapnel. He was shipped off as well just as a precaution, but what sickened Mannie the most was that Scott could no longer look him in the eye.
Scott was quick to express his gratitude, humbled by Mannie's gesture, but he never touched Mannie again...which was the way it always was. Somehow, Mannie always ended up the one with the plague, the one that was great for a fuck, but anything deeper was out of the question.
The truth of the matter was that if Christian hadn't stuck his neck out for him and begged his boyfriend Wade to let Mannie stay at their place, he wouldn't have any place to go with the exception of a cheap motel or apartment. He was not going to take Christian's friendship lightly, either. In the past there had been enough bad blood between them for Christian to turn him away and the fact that he wasn't doing that meant a lot to Mannie. For that reason alone, he was going to be on his best behavior for however long they chose to put up with him.
Just the thought of seeing Kiesha again had him on edge. From the letters Christian had wrote, she was firmly entrenched in her relationship with her boyfriend Reggie, which was probably a good thing for her, but he wasn't all that sure how he was going to react to it. He would have to avoid the happy couple as much as possible. That shouldn't be too hard because he was planning to go and find a job, temporary or whatever. He didn't care what his military superiors said, he was healthy enough to be back on active duty. If they weren't willing to let him work, then he was going to have to find work wherever he could.
The bus lurched into a cramped little parking lot with a small building that served as a bus station/cafe to pick up a passenger and let one off. Mannie watched disinterestedly as a lady shuffled off the bus with her overstuffed luggage. Then, a man got on. Mannie perked up.
The guy was cute, in a rough and tumble, straight off the farm kind of way. He was tall, almost as tall as Mannie's own six foot three height, but broader and more muscled. He had on a sweatshirt and jeans, average fall wear, but there was a dark blue stetson perched on his head. Mannie eyed him as he sat down in the aisle seat adjacent to his own.
The bus started back up and Mannie leaned his head back against the window and stretched out a little so that he could easily watch the pretty farmboy as they lurched and jerked back onto the highway.
The farmboy kept shooting little glances his way and Mannie felt a slow grin creep over his face. He felt that wave of familiar feeling wash over him, the one that always let him know when someone was interested in him...and the farmboy was definitely interested. Mannie watched him carefully for the signs and they came, the way he kept moving his legs around nervously, the shy looks.
Mannie laid one coffee and cream-toned hand against the crotch of his jeans and locked eyes with the farmboy. He rubbed a little and watched the farmboy's eyes widen and his face flush a little redder. The farmboy looked away quickly, then back just as fast. His legs were going crazy.
Mannie bit his lip and caught the boy's eyes again, a blatant invitation. He did a little come-over-here tilt of his head. The farmboy looked around nervously, then back at Mannie.
Waiting with bated breath, Mannie assessed whether or not the guy would work up the nerve to sit next to him. In the next instant, the farmboy did. His long legs brushed Mannie's as he sat down. He didn't say a word, just sent quick glances over to Mannie. He wanted. He needed. Something, but the farmboy wasn't sure what it was.
Mannie lifted one almond-colored hand and flipped the Stetson off of the boy's head. The boy caught it and held it for a moment, then covered his lap with it. Mannie smiled.
"Unzip yourself," Mannie said, barely a whisper and as the bus moved rhythmically over the highway, the farmboy did as he was bid. Mannie slid his hand under the Stetson and felt the hard, pulsating flesh, the veins that ridged the surface of the boy's cock. Mannie's mouth watered. He wanted to look at it...and most importantly to put his mouth on it. But he couldn't. There was only one more stop and the bus was almost at capacity.
He wrapped his hand around the boy's cock and slicked it up with the precum he was leaking, tightening his fist just right and moving in a gliding beat up and down the boy's cock.
"You're so fucking lucky, boy," Mannie whispered in his ear and the boy looked at him blindly, fucking his hand with miniscule thrusts. "You're lucky you met me. But don't you wish it was just me and you and you could get this mouth on your cock? You have no idea what I could do to you."
Just the words, forceful ans quiet, were enough to send the boy over the edge. He had barely been touched. He was breathing in short, hard gasps as he came all over the place, loads of it warm and sticky against Mannie's hand.
The farmboy grinned at him as the bus came to a jolting stop. His smile was blinding. He was so innocent it was almost painful. He looked up at Mannie, unseeing infatuation in his eyes.
"Can I have your number?" the boy asked quietly, smiling. So damn cute.
"You don't even know me," Mannie said, wiping his hand clean against the boy's jeans and pulling his hand out.
"So?" the boy said.
"Believe me, you don't wanna know me," Mannie told him and hefted his bag over his shoulder, standing up.
"Yes, I do," the boy said, barely moving aside as Mannie squeezed his way into the aisle.
"Nah," Mannie told him. "I barely even wanna know myself."
With that, Mannie walked away, down the aisle and hopped off of the bus and into the semi-cold early Spring day. Michigan.
He walked through the mulling crowd until he heard a loud whistle. He looked over to see Christian, standing head and shoulders above everyone else in the place. Christian grinned and waved at him. Mannie smiled and made his way over to Christian. They hugged quickly and Mannie laughed. Christian was still the heartbreaker, drawing eyes from every direction and completely unaware of it.
"What's going on?" Mannie asked.
"That's a good question for you," Christian said. "How are you feeling? Did the bus ride kill you?"
"Not even. I'm fine."
"You remember Jon Andrews, right?" Christian asked and grabbed a guy's arm and kind of swung him around to his side. Mannie stared down at the guy, he was a few inches shorter. The fucking high school quarterback. Premium fuel for almost every one of Mannie's high school fantasies.
"Not really," Mannie said, lying through his teeth. "We never met in high school."
"Nice to meet you," Jon said and held out his hand, clueless.
"You too," Mannie said and shook the hand in front of him. He felt something, like he'd been sucker-punched. He let go of Jon's hand, but Jon was still looking at him. Straight as a fucking arrow...and Mannie knew it, just like that he was gone off the deep end. And he was supposed to be on his best behavior. Shit.