From Maine To The Pentagon - 6. Meeting Part Of The Team

The Major directed me what to do assisting him making dinner. I had to watch the potatoes boiling for the most part, then mash them. Keeping an eye on some of the other vegetables was on my list as well. At five minutes to five, the doorbell rang, followed by two sets of two knocks.

“That’s Lieutenant Collins, go let her in and then take Dusty into your room for a few minutes. I want to surprise the rest of the team.”

“Okay. When will I know to come out?”

“Lieutenant Collins will come get you, on the ruse of needing to use the bathroom.”

“Okay, see you in a bit.”

I heard the doorbell ring three other times, so I knew it wouldn’t be long before…

Two taps, followed by two more. I recognized that from when she rang the bell. I opened the door.

“Ready for your debut?”

“I guess. Ready as I’ll ever be.”

We walked toward the kitchen and stopped just shy of the doorway into the dining room. She caught the Major’s eye. Everyone else was standing around the table as I entered.

“Okay everyone, before we sit down to dinner, there’s someone I’d like you all to meet. Cyn, bring him in.”

“Everyone meet, he who is likely to be the son I never knew I had, Kurtis West.”

There were a bunch of hellos and nice to meet yous, which I returned.

“Now, for Kurtis’ benefit, Captain Juan Perez, his wife Catalina, and their two children, Valentina and Alarico, better known as Rico. Next, Lieutenant Carole Temple and her girlfriend Alice Bass. You already know Cyn. Last but not least, Sergeant Lamar Washington, and his boyfriend, Jevon King.”

Carole and Lamar looked at me funny, possibly surprised the Major essentially outed them to me. The Major noticed too.

“I’ve sworn him to secrecy regarding your sexual preferences.”

“Yes, I won’t mention it to anyone.”

I decided to say why. I took a deep breath.

“I know what it’s like to be outed before you’re ready.”

Cyn and the Major looked at me, both surprised and proud.

Rico showed the impatience of a teen or tween, “Did somebody mention food?”

That garnered a few chuckles and we all sat down. The Major had a huge dining room table. It normally seated eight, ten when it was fully extended. Rico, Valentina, and I had to squeeze in together so we could all fit. Rico sat between us. Apparently, my announcement kept Valentina from hitting on me. I was a little worried about Rico slipping a hand onto my thigh since the Major mentioned he was twelve. But he kept his hands to himself. Although, if he was my age, I wouldn’t have minded a little hands-on action.

Most of the dinner conversation centered around me. I felt like I was being interviewed by a panel of eight. The Major and Cyn had mostly satisfied their curiosities before.

The questions ranged from ‘Where are you from?’ to ‘How did you end up here at the Major’s?’ and everything in between. After a while, the Major saw my growing discomfort at being the center of attention and started asking the others what they’ve been up to lately. I gave him a slight nod and a smile to thank him for giving me a break. The questions would resume after dinner but only come from one direction.

After everything was cleaned up from dinner, which the Major made sure I knew he wanted me to help him, he suggested I give Dusty a small helping of ham and the mashed potatoes without gravy. Dusty enjoyed his special dinner as much of the rest of us.

I missed out on whatever conversation happened after that because Rico asked to see my room. Valentina was invited as well, just to be fair, but she preferred to stay with the adults. I learned she was fifteen and in tenth grade, so maybe the Major underestimated both kids’ ages.

Rico closed the door behind us, so I quickly suggested playing a game on my Switch. He agreed, but that didn’t stop him from asking more questions.

“So, your, what, stepdad kicked you out because he found your drawings?”

“I think it was more the content of the drawings that pissed him off.”

“Too violent?”

“Too gay.”

“So, you’re really gay?”

“I am.”

“Do you like to suck dick?”

“I think you’re a little young for those details.”

“I ain’t no little kid, I’m almost thirteen and a half.”

“Oh. The Major thought you were twelve.”

“I’m not. So, do you?”

“I haven’t had many opportunities to do that, but the few times I did, yeah, I liked it.”

Apparently, Rico didn’t have much of a brain-to-mouth filter.

“You can suck mine some time if you want to.”

“Um, we’ll have to wait and see on that one. Are you gay too?”

“No. Well, I don’t think so. A couple of the guys I hang with said they’ve been sucked, and I’ve wondered what it was like.”

“Well, yeah, I guess any boy would enjoy being on the receiving end. But we just met each other. I don’t think I’d be cool with a one-way session.”

“One-way?”

“Yeah. Me only sucking you and you not returning the favor.”

“Oh. I guess I get that.”

He looked lost in thought for a moment. I wondered if he was contemplating crossing that line. Either way, it wasn’t happening tonight. Or so I thought. A similar line, anyway.

“Can I see your drawings?”

“Um, yeah, I guess so. They’re only on my laptop now since my ex-father tore the originals up.”

“That was a dick move.”

I nodded, started my laptop, and showed my drawings to only the third person ever. The first was Eric Bell. I’d fooled around with him a couple times back in Maine. His was the dick I'd sucked before. He’d only seen the first three drawings, though.

“These are really cool. So lifelike. I’d let you use me as a model if you wanted.”

“You sure about that ‘not gay’ thing?”

“Well. Maybe I am a little curious. I saw my dad naked when he helped me switch from baths to showers. That was actually pretty cool. Aside from it being my dad and all.”

“I never had that pleasure. Bernie turned on the water, said ‘Strip, I’m sure you can figure the rest out yourself,’ and left the bathroom.”

“Geez. He sounds like a real dick. Did he ever have the birds and the bees talk with you?”

“I never understood how that meant ‘the sex talk,’ but no.”

“So, you had to figure out jerking off on your own?”

“No, an older cousin and I kind of did that together once. I think I was about ten or eleven. He’s two years older than me. He made me jerk him off under the threat of a pounding. Maybe that was the first trigger toward realizing I was gay. Anyway, he made a mess on my hand and told me to clean it up using my mouth. Again, threatening a pounding. Since I didn’t really complain too much, he called me a fag and really never had any more contact with me. Avoided me at any family functions.”

“I bet he was a cousin on Bernie’s side.”

“Ha. As a matter of fact, he was. Maybe homophobia is a gene and all the males in that family had it.”

“Maybe. Um. Can I see your dick?”

“You’re tipping further and further into the gay side of the fence.”

“Sorry. Mine is the only one I’ve seen; other than my dad’s, twice.”

“I’m not sure how good an idea this is, but I’m getting a little horny with all this sex talk. Okay.”

“Cool. I’ll pull my pants down at the same time.”

“If you want.”

‘Oh, yes, please do’ went through my head.

So, we pulled our pants down. Both my cousin and Eric were cut, so Rico’s was the first uncut dick I’d ever seen. He noticed my difference.

“You’re cut.”

“Yeah. And you’re not.”

“First for you, too?”

“Yeah.”

“Think we can get away with jerking off together?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think I want to get caught, and I’m pretty sure you really don’t want to.”

“My mom can talk for hours. Does your door have a lock?”

“Yeah, it does.”

“Lock it and let’s take the chance.”

I locked the door and we started jerking. We weren’t interrupted, but just as we finished into a few tissues each, Dusty needed to go out. Good timing all around, since the Perez’s were getting ready to leave.

I hoped we’d get the chance to do that again. If not more. Fortunately, or unfortunately, as it turned out, we would.

The rest of the next week was pretty quiet, with a couple exceptions. The Major went in to work on Saturday and on Sunday, he rode me around town showing me the sights, and places he thought I might like to visit.

It was pretty cool. He had an Indian motorcycle, a 2017 Chieftain Classic. He also had a spare helmet. I asked him why and he said, “Just in case.” It looked brand new, so I wondered if he bought it just for me, but I decided not to ask. If he wanted his little secrets, I’d let him have them. I’m sure I’ll have enough of my own.

Monday, we were up early. I was going to work with him. I’d meet the rest of his team and visit the medical center. Step one in finding out for sure if he was my dad. After the past few days with him, I really hoped it would turn out he was.

Next up - "The Pentagon”