“Oh my god…Toby!”, Chris shouted to himself. A young man walking by stopped
to gape.
“What are you staring at, Private?! You never seen a man get a telegram before?”
Chris hollered.
The young man darted away and Chris laughed. His mood just went from depressed
to thrilled. Then he realized…’Wait! WHERE is he going to meet me? Oh shit!”
********
December 31st, 2006
8:00 pm
Chris spent the whole day stressed, pacing the floor of his room in the deserted
barracks trying his hardest to figure out where Toby expected him to be that
night to meet him. “Here? The USO? WHERE? The airport?!” he yelled aloud in
frustration. “Damn you, Toby…ya couldn’t have forked out the extra dime to tell
me WHERE?”
As the hours passed, Chris became more nervous. He had to make a decision on
where to go. He didn’t think Toby would try and find his barracks, so the only
logical place was the local USO. There was a party already underway, with the
Marines who stayed behind and other local servicemen living it up, ready to
count down to the New Year.
Chris got dressed, slipping into his winter green uniform. He stood dusting
off his sleeves, and took one last look in the mirror before hurrying out into
the cold night air.
He walked briskly to the USO hall, and was glad to get inside and out of the
cold. The place was packed, with everyone having a good time drinking and dancing.
Chris strained his neck, looking across the crowd for any signs of Toby. He
saw a few sailors, but no Toby. Chris’ stomach was in knots. It was almost midnight
and Toby was no where to be found.
“Keller!”
Chris spun around, and was slapped on the back by a hand.
“Hey Keller, I thought you weren’t gonna come tonight!” It was one of his commanding
officers, Sean Murphy.
Chris quickly saluted. “At ease, Keller, at ease. Relax…no ranks tonight. We’re
all just here for the party,” Murphy said smiling, drink in hand.
Chris forced a laugh, but didn’t have the time to be chatting. “If you’ll excuse
me, sir…”, Chris mumbled as he rushed away.
The crowd was getting more and more rowdy, and Chris knew it was almost midnight.
He pushed through the crowd, and made it to the corner near the hallway by the
door so he could breathe. He had given up all hope of seeing Toby. ‘Why didn’t
he just tell me where…damn it, Toby…”, Chris said sadly.
“OK everybody, here we go!!!” The lights went down and the crowd began to chant:
“10...9…8…”
Chris stood defeated, and shivered as cold air blew from behind him. Party horns
blared and noisemakers spun around in partygoers hands.
“…7….6…”
His heart pounding, waiting for the inevitable, Chris felt a hand on his shoulder.
“…5…4…”
Chris was about to turn around when he was forcibly pulled back into the dark
hallway.
“What the hell?!” Instinctively, Chris started to fight off the hands that grabbed
him. He could hear the heavy breathing of a man who was out of breath.
“…3…2…1!”
The breathing got closer until it was in his ear.
“HAPPY NEW YEAR!” the crowd roared.
In between the heavy breaths, Chris heard it:
“Happy New Year, Jarhead.”
Warm lips covered his and Chris’ head was swimming…but even in the dark, he
knew that taste…he knew those lips...
“Toby…” he gasped breathlessly in between kisses.
As the crowd began to sing "Auld Lang Syne", the two men hid in the hallway,
kissing each other deeply, both groping and grasping the other.
“I told you I’d be here,” Toby whispered, his hot breath tickling Chris’ ear.
As the crowd finished singing, the lights in the hall slowly began to come back
on. Chris pulled back and grabbed Toby by the face.
“Yeah, but you didn’t say WHERE, you asshole!”
Toby threw his head back and laughed, just like in the picture he had sent to
Chris. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I was in a hurry!”
Chris shook his head, and laughed. He shoved Toby further down the hallway so
they wouldn’t be seen. Chris pushed Toby up against the wall and covered his
mouth with his. Chris worked his tongue into Toby’s wet mouth, and pressed the
length of his body up against the sailor, feeling Toby’s hard cock through his
dark blue wool uniform.
Reaching down to wrap his hand around the bulge, Chris whispered roughly, “That
for me, baby?”
Toby panted. “Well, it ain’t for Uncle Sam, fella.”
Chris laughed and squeezed firmly.
“Oh shit…Chris…”
The lights had fully come back on and Chris knew that there would be people
coming around the corner at any moment. He let go of Toby and stepped a distance
backwards.
“Wait…Chris…”
“We can’t do this here, Toby,” Chris whispered, just as a group of partygoers
came around the corner, headed for the door.
“HAPPY NEW YEAR!” one very drunk Marine shouted.
Chris laughed nervously. “Yeah, Happy New Year to you too, pal.” He waited until
they passed, and then grabbed Toby by the arm.
“Outside…now.”
They raced outside and around the side of the hall. Chris grabbed Toby and pulled
him close, suckling on his neck, and biting gently as they sought refuge in
the shadows between the buildings.
“Oh geesus…” Toby moaned. “Wait…can we go somewhere?”
“How long do you have?”
“Only a few hours and then I have to get back to the airport.”
“Where’s your stuff?”
“A buddy of mine is flying with me, he’s back at the airport watching it.”
Chris thought quickly. “The barracks.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah…they’re empty. Come on, Popeye!”
Both men laughed and raced back to the barracks, Chris keeping alert to make
sure no one saw them go inside. Just as Chris had said, the barracks were empty.
He was the only one from his floor who hadn’t left the base for leave.
Fumbling up the stairs, they made it to Chris’ room, slamming the door behind
them. Chris turned the lock, and shoved his trunk up against the door for good
measure. “That oughta be safe,” he joked.
Turning to Toby, Chris finally got a good look at him. Toby stood in his dark
blue uniform, blonde curls peeking out from his white cap, his face flushed
from running.
“Oh my god…Toby…”, Chris gasped.
“What? What is it?” Toby asked nervously.
“You’re…you’re even more beautiful than I had remembered.”
Toby ducked his head low, and Chris rushed to him, tilting his face back up.
“No…don’t hide that gorgeous face. I wanna see that face…”
Toby looked up timidly, suddenly embarrassed by the praise.
Chris continued. “Look at me Toby.”
Toby’s pale blue eyes met his. “Chris…”
“Don’t stop looking at me, Toby.”
Toby obeyed and kept his eyes on Chris, even as Chris knelt down.
Chris watched Toby’s reaction as he slowly unbuttoned the man’s slacks.
Toby swallowed hard as his slacks were pulled to the floor and hands tugged
at his underwear. A moment later, those were at his ankles as well. As promised,
Toby kept watching Chris.
Looking up into Toby’s eyes, Chris reached around and squeezed his ass. Toby
gasped and titled his head up.
“No…look at *me*.”
Toby quickly looked down, meeting Chris’ stare. After a pause, Chris flicked
out his tongue and ran it along the shaft of Toby’s already leaking cock. Toby
hissed and closed his eyes without thinking. Chris pulled back.
“Open your eyes, Toby.”
Toby opened his eyes and watched as Chris’ mouth enveloped his cock and pulled
it in deep.
“Oh fuck…CHRIS!”
The corners of Chris’ mouth raised in a smile, but he didn’t stop sucking on
Toby’s dick. It took all of Toby’s strength and resolve to not close his eyes
and melt away into the feeling…but watching Chris suck him off was even better
than he could have imagined.
Chris kept his eyes trained on Toby, enjoying watching the feelings of pleasure
play across his face. He could see Toby was getting close to coming, so he pulled
his mouth back.
“No…don’t stop…”
Toby was interrupted by Chris rising up and slowly unbuttoning his own uniform.
Toby stood speechless as Chris dropped each article of clothing, piece by piece
until he was standing naked in front of Toby.
“Fuck…” was the only word Toby could utter.
Chris smiled devilishly. “Now you.” He turned around and sat on his bunk and
waited.
Toby stood, his pants around his ankles, somewhat embarrassed by the state he
was in.
“Come on, Popeye…strip.”
Toby giggled at the nickname and finally removed his clothes completely. Chris
reached out to him with his hand and Toby edged close to the bed, taking Chris’
hand in his. Chris pulled him down to the bed, with Toby lying on top of him.
He ran his hands up and down Toby’s back, relishing the softness and the feeling
of Toby’s body against his.
“Toby…I missed you…”
Toby bent his head down to kiss Chris. “I missed you too, Chris…”
“Why didn’t you write to me?” Chris asked quietly.
“What? I did…you didn’t write back,” Toby quickly replied.
“Yes I did! I wrote back after the first letter, but then I never heard back
from you.”
“I wrote you…I sent a letter the same day I got yours. I don’t understand…I
thought…I thought you changed your mind about…us…this…”
Chris pulled Toby down into a passionate kiss. “Are you crazy? Us…this…it’s
all I could think about, from the moment your ship pulled away in the harbor.”
“Really?”
“Yes…really…I don’t know what it is about you Toby…”
Toby suddenly felt a huge weight lift off his shoulders. All that time…all that
time he had thought Chris had forgotten about him…all the time he was thinking
about Chris…Chris was doing the same thing. Toby kissed Chris with everything
he had, tongues fighting, teeth clashing.
“Chris…I need…Chris…”
Toby didn’t have to say it, Chris already knew. He swiftly turned over, Toby
now beneath him. Toby started to roll over when Chris stopped him.
“No…I want to see you…”
Toby complied and lay back on the bed, his eyes never leaving Chris’. Chris
ran his hands across Toby’s chest, and down his stomach, feeling the bristle
of hair as he neared Toby’s cock. Toby’s breath hitched and Chris reached under
his pillow for a small tube of cream.
“You keep that under there?” Toby asked..
Chris laughed. “Of course I do…I’d rub my dick raw if I didn’t, jerking off
every night while thinking about you.”
Toby laughed. “Smart boy.”
Chris winked. Toby’s smile faded and he trained his eyes on Chris’, and never
looked away as he felt Chris’ slippery fingers work their way into him. Toby
winced, and Chris continued slowly so as to not hurt him.
“Feel good, baby?” Chris asked, the moment he hooked his fingers on Toby’s prostate.
“Oh fuck!” Toby cried out.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Chris chuckled.
Chris pulled his hand back and slathered his rigid cock with the cream. Placing
himself between Toby’s legs, Chris slowly eased himself in. Toby’s eyes grew
wide and his face flushed red, but as promised, he never took his eyes off Chris.
Chris slowly began to thrust his body, sliding in and out of Toby, all the while
watching Toby’s face contort, his pale body writing in ecstasy beneath him.
It was all that he had dreamed about…and more.
“Toby…oh fuck…I can’t…last…much longer…”
“Chriiiiiiis…” Toby moaned.
“Grab your dick, Toby…”
Toby did as he was told.
“Make yourself come for me, baby,” Chris said between heavy breaths.
Toby pumped his own dick in his hand, his hand coated in the pre-cum and saliva
from earlier. Chris watched Toby’s hand, and looked up into his eyes.
“Now, baby…now…”
Toby began to shake as his orgasm started rolling throughout his body. Chris
arched his back and thrust one last time as he came inside Toby.
“Oh god…TOBY!” he shouted, and then collapsed on top of the blonde, Toby’s own
cum coating their skin.
Toby was no longer looking at Chris. His whole body was limp and he was gasping
for air. “Geesus christ, Chris!” Out of the blue, Toby began to laugh.
Chris laughed a bit, wondering why Toby was laughing. “What’s so funny?”
Toby was still laughing, trying to explain himself. “I’m sorry,” he laughed.
“But that…that was so fucking GOOD!”
Chris started laughing with him, as he rolled off Toby, lying next to him in
the small bunk. “Yes…yes, it was…” Chris took Toby’s hand in his, linking their
fingers together as they lay there, recovering from the lovemaking.
Chris savored having Toby near him, and tried hard to save the memory, taking
note of the smell of Toby, the feeling of Toby’s hand in his, seeing the curls
that stuck up above his ear from being soaked with sweat…all of it, Chris wanted
to imprint into his mind.
“What are you thinking?” Toby finally asked.
“I’m thinking…of when the hell I’m gonna see you again.”
THE END
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*You would be surprised to know, that it was only THIS past year (January 27,
2006) that the last telegram was delivered! Who knew you could still send telegrams?!
It was the end of an era!