Splash In The Pool - 19. Chapter 19 Roommates

BRENT

Doug and I had finished our dates fairly early. We were both only required to be “nephews” to some visiting businessmen. I lucked out. My client asked me to meet him midtown at Ronnie Grisanti and Sons restaurant for cocktails and dinner. The guy was lonely and he just wanted company. In that he was from New York, we clicked immediately and shared an insider’s point of view concerning the city. The restaurant served great Tuscan Italian fare with a decent wine list. We said ‘goodbye’ at the restaurant and I got back to the apartment by 2130.

Doug had to work for his fees. His client asked for the evening to start with cocktails and hors d’oeuvres in a suite at the Peabody before dining at the hotel’s four-star Chez Philippe. Doug was the featured hors d’oeuvre before they freshened and descended to the lobby restaurant for dinner.

‘Thank God,’ I thought, ‘for the discretion of the hotel staff.’ After a while, we both were recognized as working men, and there was one black guy at the front desk who was always correct and cool. On my third visit to the hotel, he smiled and winked. I made sure that Brandon occasionally received an envelope with an Alexander Hamilton inside. Doug did the same.

Doug got back to the apartment around 2200. We talked about our evening, and decided to have a few at Backstreet. In that it had been almost a year since Doug and I had first met there, it was almost a nostalgic visit.

We changed our clothes and both subconsciously chose dress similar to a year earlier. Doug put on a tight pair of 501’s and a well-fitted wife beater. I opted for black Gap jeans and a black tee. ‘As Yogi said,’ I thought, ‘it’s deja vu all over again.’

We got to the bar and passed the doorman’s inspection. Doug bought us two bottles of Pellegrino sparkling water and we found a dark corner on a bulkhead-drinking ledge. He excused himself to go to the head and I surveyed the busy scene. I judged there was a good collection of cute guys in search of love on a Friday night as my eyes traveled over them. And as had happened when Doug and I entered just moments ago, all heads turned as two tall incredibly handsome men walked in.

Anchors Awaystarted to play in my head as my roommate Dave and his ‘main squeeze’, Mike, came in. Briefly, they spoke before Dave went in the direction of the head and Mike walked to the bar. ‘Whoops, comets are about to collide,’ I thought, knowing that Airman Swenson and LTJG DiMarco were about to meet in this gay male testosterone-charged atmosphere.

Sipping the Pellegrino, I watched Mike as he bought two beers and surveyed his surroundings from the bar. This was the first time I had had an opportunity to watch him and I thought, ‘Dave is one lucky man. Ensign Cole is definitely a keeper, especially if his personality and intelligence match his looks.’ I wondered how my own luck would turn out? ‘Is it time to have a serious talk with Doug,’ I pondered, ‘and discuss our future?’

Donna Summer was belting out a Love to Love You Baby disco mix on the speakers. Retro disco was coming back big time, and the guys on the dance floor were really getting into it. Several were bare-chested and moist with sweat. ‘Yowsa,’ I thought, ‘I’d love to dance with Doug when he returns and turn some heads.’

‘Whoops’. I watched Doug and Dave emerge from the back area and walk up to the bar. Dave walked up behind Mike at the bar, grabbed him by the waist, and kissed the back of his neck. Turning around, Mike’s broad grin changed instantly. He reacted like the ghost of Christmas Past had arrived when he saw the familiar man standing next to Dave.

MIKE

“Well…err…this is a surprise, Doug. A big fucking surprise, to say the least.” I shook his hand and looked into his eyes with a puzzled, shocked expression.

“Relax, buddy, I’m not the Shore Patrol,” Doug said, breaking the ice. “The only ‘patrol’ I’m on is checking out hot guys.”

“I’m…ah…just a little…speechless…that this hot stud before me…is you.” I was really taken aback by Doug’s dress. Quite different from his usual post-preppy look. ‘Wow,’ I reacted, checking out his bulges, which were in all the right places. ‘He really fills those well-worn jeans.’

“To have shared the head with you for two months and not to have picked up that my next door neighbor is a homo? My gaydar must be busted,” he said with a laugh while placing a hand on my shoulder.

The warmness of his touch helped defuse my tension. “Ah…Doug, homo…gay…whatever. Is this going to be awkward?” I couldn’t get over the incongruity of this meeting.

“Awkward? That we both like men? Criminy, Mike, I don’t know about you, but I’ve been looking for the right man since college.”

I pulled Dave a little closer to me. “I’ve found mine. It’s just strange that my lover works in your department at my club.”

“I approve your taste in men. If I had known that you swung on my side of the fence, I might have made moves on you in the middle of the night. I didn’t have a clue.” Doug said as he laughed and winked.

“Doug, this will not affect my standing at work, will it?” Dave asked. “I really like my job.”

“Needless to say, this is a relationship that you guys need to keep quiet. As far as tonight goes, it doesn’t exist tomorrow,” he relied.

“As a brother officer, it goes without saying.” I shrugged and raised my eyebrows.

“On one condition,” said Doug.

“Yeah?” Dave and I asked in unison.

“I get to dance with Dave tonight.”

Dave started turning on his big grin. “I guess this is payment for the ride you gave me to the barracks.” He turned and looked behind Doug as a gorgeous young guy approached. “Hi,” Dave said with an embarrassed smirk.

“Well. Talk about drama being played out here.” Extending his hand to me, this man with the movie star-handsome face said, “Hi, I’m Brent Williams. Doug and I are here together.”

“Brent Williams. Why does that name sound familiar?”

“We’ve spoken on the telephone occasionally. Officially, I’ve always referred to myself as Petty Officer Williams from Admiral Clifton’s office.”

“Of course.” I stopped to mentally evaluate what was going on before me. “Well, Brent, I guess our personal lives will be intersecting with our professional ones. How do you and Dave know each other?”

Dave jumped in and answered, “We’re roommates.”

I started a small chuckle that gathered momentum to full-force laughter. “Talk about an ‘All in the Family’ moment. This is downright military incest.”

“Does this mean we’re step brothers, or cousins?” Brent asked as he planted a light kiss on Dave’s cheek.

“Well, hopefully not fuck buddies,” I retorted with a raised eyebrow.

Dave feigned a hurt look and said, “You are more than enough for me. No substitutes accepted.” He gave me a full passionate kiss on the lips.

“Hey guys, get a room,” Doug tossed out.

“We already have one, thanks,” I replied as I leaned in for another kiss while cupping Dave’s beautiful bubble butt in my hand.

“Mike, I think that this meeting is a blessing,” Doug commented. “We can be closer friends with this part of our lives open between us.” He placed his arm around my waist. “It’s the shits having to rattle around the closet in Millington and play our charades.”

“I hear you. It’s great to have an ally,” I said, becoming more relaxed. “How did you guys get together?”

“We met by accident a year ago – in fact, right here at this bar,” Brent inserted. “We were both horny guys out on the town,” he added with a wink. “In fact, neither of us were aware that we were both Navy until the next morning.”

“We’ve been good friends since,” Doug added.

For the next half hour we all loosened up. Doug and Dave danced while Brent and I got to know each other better. Looking over at the dance floor, I was amused to observe our boyfriends, shirtless, moving to the up-tempo DJ mixes. Sweat glistened from their chiseled bodies, as they occasionally ground into each other face to face or chest against back. Most of the room was riveted to this scene, cheering them on when their bodies sensuously collided.

We joined the two guys on the dance floor as Madonna sang, Don’t Cry for Me, Argentina.

“Hey sailors, is there room for two more Navy boys?” I yelled.

In a mocking salute Dave yelled back, “Yes, Sir. But lose the shirts.”

“Okay, but nothing more,” I replied with an exaggerated wink.

“Damn, I was hoping for a hot floor show from Mike,” Brent said as he took off his black tee.

With the music booming and the light strobes flashing to the beat, Brent and I ‘shook it to the max’ as the college kids would say. For the next two songs, we all traded off in different pairings. By the time the DJ cranked out Gloria Gaynor’s, I Will Survive, Dave and I were together with perspiration flying everywhere. Looking around the room, most had stopped dancing to watch the four of us, in top physical form, seductively move around the floor.

Around 0100, we all decided to call it a night. I wasn’t ready to kiss Doug yet, but we did give each other a warm hug that was more than brotherly. Brent and Dave gave each other a hug and a brief kiss. I must admit they looked hot together. Brent was a knockout. But Dave held his own with his more natural ‘boy next door’ look.

DAVE

‘I am glad that the confrontation is over,’ I thought, relieved. With our personal lives out in the open, the possibilities of a more meaningful off-base relationship existed. I was mindful that Brent was true to his word about not mentioning my sighting of them at the Rendezvous. There was no reason for Mike to be aware of the guys’ other activities either.

We got back to the apartment around 0130. Without saying much, Mike and I got ready for bed. It was understood that flossing and brushing was an important part of our pre-bed activities. Both our moms had drilled this into us. And, it made after-hours smooching more palatable.

I was in bed first getting comfy on my side and waiting for my partner to appear. Mike turned off the lights and got in under the sheets. We kissed, both with fresh mouths. For a moment, we lay on our sides facing each other, arms wrapped around each other’s torsos.

“I can’t get over that Doug is gay and has this dreamboat sailor as a friend,” he said.

“Hey, Ensign Cole, what you have isn’t exactly chopped liver.”

“If I wasn’t so tired, I’d chop your liver right now.” He leaned over and gave me a marvelous deep-tongued kiss while his free hand traveled to my crotch. His fingers gripped my flaccid penis.

“There’s plenty of time for that tomorrow – ‘Davey’ and I are wiped out. How about we get some ‘shut-eye’ now?”

“You got it. Love ya, babe.” We shifted so that I was spooning Mike’s broad back and cute butt. He loved my dick parked in his ass crack as he drifted off. And ‘drift off’ we did.

*****

Saturday morning was a leisurely affair. We got out of bed separately, did the morning woodie whiz, rinsed our mouth with Listerine, and returned for morning cuddles. This non-sexual time was the most sensual. We had bonded and were in love. Just the mere touch of our two naked bodies was gratifying. Feeling the pulsing heartbeats together was a high.

Another routine had taken hold. In the morning we reversed spooning positions. Mike naturally expected me to allow him to move his chest and body into my back and buns. It was at this point that we went for either plan ‘A’ or plan ‘B’.

Plan ‘A’ consisted of his hand slowly traveling down my abdomen and arriving at the pubic area for a little manhandling of the area and equipment. Once I was aroused, Mike moved in to orally please me. Plan ‘B’ was just some warm snuggling before getting up. This morning it was plan ‘B’.

After a late waffle breakfast at the Toddle House, we spent the rest of the day on our shopping expedition. We had both made lists. Returning around 1400, we saw Phil and Beth in the pool area next to the communal barbeque grill. After stowing our purchases, Mike and I tossed on board shorts, slipped into our flip-flops, and went down to the pool, towels in hand.

“Hey guys.” Beth greeted us with full-open arms. She then proceeded to peck us lightly on the cheek.

“Beth. Good to see you again.” Mike returned the friendship kiss. Turning slightly to her male companion, he continued, “And you must be Phil?” as he extended his hand. “I’m Mike Cole.”

“Mike, good to meet you. As Dave probably mentioned, the Navy is left back in Millington. To everyone else, you two are just our neighbors. Whatever you want to say otherwise is your deal.”

Mike pulled Phil into a ‘Mike Hug’ and said, “Thanks, buddy. I don’t want any complications in my life with Dave. As you know, we are very close.”

“Is there anything we can get or do for you before the party tonight?” I asked.

“Everything’s covered,” Phil replied. “We’ve got plenty of food, beer and friends. We’ll meet at Beth’s place around six, have a few drinks, and then move the party down here. We’ve got the pool area reserved from seven to ten. After that, it’s noise curfew,” Phil instructed.

“Baby, I’m sure the guys will have plenty to do after ten.” Beth smiled and raised an eyebrow.

We both grinned.

“Yeah. And it’s not the 10 o’clock news,” I replied.

“We don’t have a TV, yet,” Mike added.

Mike and I plunged into the pool and horsed around like teenage boys ‘cruisin’ for a bruisin’. We splashed, dunked, grabbed, and generally had a lot of harmless fun. No one was around at this point. I’m sure that if anyone had seen us, we would have been considered post-pubescent over-grown kids.

MIKE

It was a relief meeting Phil. He and Beth were both nice people and Navy protocol was not part of the program. We were just another young couple. Couple. That did sound good. After 30 minutes of messing around in the pool, reverting back to our teens, Dave and I returned to the apartment for some low-key ‘69’ snacks before dinner.

Being a warm June evening, without the bugs that would appear later in the summer, we both wore polo shirts, cargo shorts, and Topsiders. ‘Shit,’ I thought, ‘we’re starting to dress like each other.’ We were definitely into a coupling mode. Next we would be finishing each other’s sentences.

At about 1815, we grabbed two 1.5 liter bottles of red wine and arrived at the party four feet away from our door across the hall. Beth invited us in.

“Hey.” Beth loved that word.

“Hi, Beth.” Dave said, easing in for a peck on the cheek.

“Guys, this is Dave and Mike from next door.” Heads turned and greeted us with nods and waves.

Phil came over and we offered our bottles of wine. “Do you want to start with the wine or some beer for openers?”

We nodded and both said at the same time, “Beer will be fine.”

I guess everyone in Memphis must be punctual. Counting everyone present, we started working the room. We both seemed to be at ease as the ‘Dave and Mike’ couple. All the guests were probably third or fourth year college students. If they didn’t get the male couple picture by now, we needed to hand out instructive illustrated pamphlets about homosexual relationships. Fortunately, everyone was cool with our pairing.

Walking over to two guys talking together, I said, “Okay. You must be Steve and Alex.”

“At least it isn’t Adam and Steve,” Beth gingerly commented as she moved to our area. We were introduced as Beth’s neighbors. Steve and Alex were both in their senior year. Steve was in pre-law, while Alex was studying finance.

“I guess that Steve and I aren’t the only gay couple here tonight?” Alex said with a smile. They were both of medium height, trim, and preppy good-looking.

“Mike and I are very much together. We just moved in next door.”

“You guys go to school?” Steve asked.

“Naw. I’ve finished college and work in a business. Dave is taking a little time off before going back to school,” I answered vaguely.

We were all polite and exchanged phone numbers. It might be fun to get together. Cocktail conversation didn’t allow time to get below the surface with the others.

Except for one guy, the rest of the straight couples couldn’t have been more cordial.

With a drawl that was right out of Mississippi, Billy didn’t shake hands when we introduced ourselves. His girlfriend, Sally, was friendly and extended her hand. “So y’all guys live together?”

“We share an apartment across the hall.”

“Ah know that layout. Ther’all studios wi’d one bed. You guys homos?” Billy asked a little gruffly.

“We’re a couple, and yes, we’re gay,” I answered and stared at him coldly.

“Billy, what’s getting into you tonight?” Sally asked. “Can’t you leave that backwater bigoted crap at the border?”

“Ah’m jes statin’ the obvious, Hon.” His expression changed from hostility towards us to exaggerated innocence.

“The obvious, Hon, is that you’re going to apologize to these two nice guys and then we’re going to discuss where our relationship is heading. I’m not going to be with any hateful hillbilly. Got it, Hon?” Sally glared at her escort.

Sheepishly, Billy did mumble a half-assed apology and finally shook my hand before being led away to a corner by his girlfriend.

Beth had been watching the exchange of words and came over to us. “Boys, I’d forgotten about Billy and his country attitudes. Sally is a friend of mine, but I don’t know him that well.”

“No harm. I guess it’s good for Mike and I to experience the real world.”

“Except for him, the rest of the crew is great. And I’m sure Sally will let Billy know where he stands. I don’t think I’d want to be him later tonight,” I replied with a laugh.

“Yes, I expect the temperature to be frigid tonight for Billy,” Beth concluded with a wink.

Everyone else made it a point to seek us out and apologize for the incident. I noticed Sally and Billy leave early – just before the food was served.

The cookout down by the pool was a big success: chicken, bratwurst, potato salad, tossed salad greens, corn-on-the-cob, and garlic bread. By 2130, the party and the wine had pretty well played out. Thanking Beth and Phil, we explained that Dave was scheduled for work early in the morning and would have to drive back to the base at daybreak. After saying good night to all and thanking Beth and Phil again, we retired to our place.

“No big cigar, but that was fun.” I embraced my other half when we were inside.

Kissing me on my eyes, ears and cheek, Dave said, “Little baby steps. This was kind of a coming out party for us...in friendly territory. Well, friendly except for Billy. Jeez, what cave did he crawl out of?”

“As you said, it’s part of the real world and ignorant fucks like Billy are out there, everywhere, and you don’t have to lift a rock to find them. I’m so proud to have you as my partner.”

“Mike, being introduced as a couple felt real good. I can get used to this.” He kissed me as he pulled my Polo up over my chest. I raised my arms so that it could be removed. After shucking my shirt to the corner, Dave did the same thing with his. Our disheveled Royal Blue and Peach Polos lay together – entwined symbolically.

We both toed off our Topsiders and proceeded to remove our cargo shorts. Standing in only our CK briefs, Dave kneeled and slowly pulled down my tighty-whiteys. After being released from the compacted protection, my hard dick leapt out; it had been waiting for a challenge. The challenge came in the form of a warm tongue.

Dave started to lap around my cock head and then moved down the length of my hardness. He took my cock in his mouth. I gasped when he moved the entire length into his throat area. It never ceases to amaze me when someone can take a large hard dick completely. I still choke every time I try. Dave was a very patient teacher.

After a few minutes of Dave’s ministrations to my swollen dick, I pulled him up into my arms. Rotating around, I eased him down onto our bed. Once he was in a supine position, I grabbed his briefs and removed them. With my knees on either side of his legs, I admired this masculine specimen below me. Leaning over, I said, “I love every inch of you.”

“Same…back at’cha, lover.”

“I was so proud of you tonight. We are two halves that make a whole.”

“I know.”

I reached for the lube and started applying a large portion to my butt hole.

“Whatchu up to, babe?”

I started spreading lube on Dave’s very hard member. “I’m going to eat your dick with my ass.” I applied more lube and started finger fucking myself to prep my anus. Having become familiar with his eight hard fat inches, I made sure my three fingers stretched my chute enough. I was very determined to make this part of our union work for both of us.

”Mike, you don’t have to do this. I’m comfortable just taking you.”

“Shuddup, Lover. As you point out, we are equals and I need you inside me.”

“Buddy, I love being in you. You’re commanding the ship, tonight. I’m all yours,” Dave almost growled in a low husky voice.

When I was ready, I lowered myself on my lover’s erection. “Urrrrrgh,” I growled as I lowered myself. I was in complete control and with patience, got used to the feeling.

“Mike, are you okay?”

“Uhhh, huh…ahhh,” was my reply. Not original but effective for the moment. I sped up my movements, partially clenching my ass as I moved up and down on Dave. ‘Jeez,’ I thought as his rigid glans grazed my prostate, ‘maybe I’m finally getting the hang of this.’

After cleaning up, we both drifted into a deep sleep. We had made an agreement earlier – Dave would quietly get up and return to the base by 0800 to begin his duty at the pool – I would sleep in and clean up the apartment. Not a bad deal for two young people in love.