Sergeant Bull : Part 9

For the next hour, Bull stood, fell, and crashed some more. Each attempt to ride the surfboard ended in a belly flop with his big feet sticking up from the waves as the rest of him plunged beneath. Eventually, he got it right, and for ten seconds of near heaven, Sergeant Thomas John Bullen hung on his board and rode the wave almost to the shore, where a Latino beach god waited.

“That was awesome,” Oscar said. He punched knuckles with Bull before grabbing his towel to mop up as much salt water, sweat, and sun block from his glistening flesh was possible before their trek back to the beach cottage. “I fuckin’ love spending my days off down here.”

Bull smiled and caught the towel once Oscar was done with it. He quickly swiped under both arms and the front of his chest before burying his face in it. The wet terry cloth smelled cleanly of Oscar. “I can see why.” Drying his legs, which ached of the good workout he’d gotten on Ramon’s surfboard, he hesitated where he stood. “Let’s not go back home so fast.”

Oscar raised the expensive black sunglasses covering his eyes. “Que?”

Bull looked deeply into the younger man’s dark irises. “I:I don’t want to leave. Not yet.”

Oscar shrugged. “Okay, dude. What’s up?”

Opening the towel fully, Bull set it across the sand at their feet. “Nothing. Just thought, you know, that you might want to take in some more sun.”

Oscar narrowed his eyes on what remained of the sun, sinking closer to the water. “Not much more to enjoy, but hell – I got a ten hour work day tomorrow.”

Bull sank to his butt on the sand. Oscar joined him, and for the next hour, they sat and watched the sunset.

“Coast is clear,” Oscar said. Immediately following his declaration that Ramon had left for work and the house was theirs alone, Bull grabbed the young surf jock by one arm and spun him around, spinning him police-fashion against the living room wall. Oscar moaned and tipped his head back to meet Bull’s open mouth, which was waiting with a round of hard, desperate kisses.

“I’m fuckin’ gonna explode,” Bull huffed between breaths.

“No shit.” Oscar pushed his butt back into Bull’s crotch. The electric contact sent both men racing for the bedroom.

Once they reached it, Bull gave Oscar’s board shorts a savage tug, baring the younger man’s hard, square butt. Wasting no time, he dropped to his knees and jammed his face between Oscar’s hair-frosted cheeks. The taste of salt and hot asshole erupted across his tongue.

“Aw, fuck-!” Oscar groaned, stepping out of his shorts and spreading his legs to allow Bull easier access. Bull’s only answer was a muffled grunt. “Yeah, hombre – eat me out good!”

Bull chowed on the young Marine’s can several seconds longer before responding. “Count on it,” he grumbled, a wide smile on his face.

Oscar skidded off Bull’s still-stiff, spent cock and collapsed beside him, resting his head on the pillow. “Fuck,” he sighed.

Bull sucked in a deep hit of the male-stinking air and wiped the perspiration from his face. “Damn sweet that was.”

It hadn’t taken either of them long to squirt. Oscar’s spunk covered Bull’s chest. Bull caught sight of his own load leaking out of the handsome Marine’s well-fucked hole when Oscar slid off the bed. “I need a shower,” he said. “You gonna join me?”

Bull swiped a hand through the puddle of Marine jizz oozing down his right pec. “Yeah, in a minute. I haven’t checked my messages in a week. Gonna do that first.”

“‘Kay. Hurry up, though.” A cocky, sexy grin broke on Oscar’s mouth. Bull knew what to expect and lifted to his elbows in anticipation of the kiss. Oscar didn’t disappoint him. Their lips met briefly. When they parted, the young soldier whispered, “Te amo, Sergeant Bull.”

I love you.

Then he was gone.

Bull lie alone listening to the sound of running water and the haunting cry of gulls in the distance. With sunset lapsed to twilight, he unexpectedly shivered.

He told me he loves me, Bull thought. To his shock and horror, the concept cast an unforgiving shadow over the happiness he’d been feeling just minutes earlier. Sitting upright, he wiped the stale come off his chest with one of the old socks on the floor and contemplated everything the last month had meant.

He said he loves me, and shit – if I couldn’t easily say the same thing to him.

The last time Bull thought he was in love, he’d been eighteen. A son he’d never met and likely never would was the result of loving Becky Kendall. Here he was at forty acting like a guy in his late teens again, stealing sex in a secretive way, playing games with Oscar behind Ramon’s back like he had with Becky and her family so long ago. Oscar had made him feel young again.

Shit, the voice in his head cussed. That boy got you onto a surfboard today, and you actually enjoyed yourself. But did you love it because of the sport, or ’cause of Oscar? He said he loved you…

All the reality Bull had pushed to the side for the last thirty days came flooding back into focus: the Army, Becky Kendall’s death, his son, Jason, and all the people he’d met during his cross-country ride. The sound of the water running one room away restored so many memories – cold showers in Desert Storm, hot ones on base in North Carolina, a rainstorm in Seaside, Massachusetts last March, a day on the beach in San Diego that had felt like a slice of heaven.

He said he loves me…

Bull fumbled through his wallet and pulled out his phone card. He reached for the cordless on the bedside table and jabbed in the code, then his home number. The machine picked up after two rings and played half a dozen beeps.

Six messages, he thought excitedly. Any one of them could be from Jason-!

The first was his assistant, who’d taken in the mail, watered the lawn, and checked the house.

Big fuckin’ deal-

The next two were work related and could wait.

Beep-

“Yeah, Bull, it’s Chris. Chris Holt. Wondered if you were back in North Carolina yet or still biking out west. Just catching up. Call me when you can. The number’s-”

The fifth call was a Tele-marketer. Getting past it to the sixth and final message seemed to take forever. One last chance, Bull thought. Jason… br>

Beep-

“Yo, Bull, you old buck. It’s Inky.” A sad, sinking feeling gripped Bull’s guts at the sound of Sergeant Gary Calhoun’s voice. “Where the fuck you been, and what he hell is this I heard about some extended leave, you pussy. If you ever decide to haul your sorry ass back here, we need to get together on the Best Ranger Competition. October’ll be here before we both know it, you prick.”

Inky, who’d earned his nickname because of his tattoos, droned on until the machine ran out of tape. Bull hadn’t even considered the Ranger competition for months, and now it would be mere weeks until Calhoun’s team headed out into the Georgia wilderness to battle other teams for the honor. All he could consider now was the fact that Jason hadn’t bothered to call him, and a few minutes earlier, a man not much older than his son had told Bull he loved him.

Bull hauled on a pair of black workout shorts and a fresh T-shirt. He didn’t head into the bathroom to the shower where Oscar was waiting. Instead, he returned to the beach and dug his toes into the cool sand. There, he cried a few tears that stung and felt like a million.

“Amigo-!”

Bull turned to the sound of Oscar’s worried voice and footsteps in the sand nearby. “You okay?”

Bull nodded. He’d lost track of time out on the beach, but had restored most of his resolve behind the armor that had protected him for more than two decades. “Yeah, why?”

Oscar looked around before plunking down beside him. A wave of clean-smelling skin and coconut shampoo gusted around Bull with the other man’s arrival. “It’s just, you know-”

Bull dug his toes deeper into the sand. “I needed to breathe a little, that’s all.”

“That’s cool,” Oscar growled. “Hey, you hungry? How about we go get some pizza?”

Bull tipped his eyes in Oscar’s direction. Even in the darkness, he could make out the other man’s features clearly. In his bottled gaze, Bull studied his exquisite face from the top of his short, black buzzcut down past his eyes, nose, that amazing mouth and chin. It would be so easy to fall in love with him deeply, wholly, perhaps forever. To fall in love and be loved back. That concession, however, would come with too heavy a price.

“No,” Bull growled. “I only want to fuck you.”

The hair from Oscar’s closest leg brushed up against Bull’s. “Sheesh,” he chuckled. “Your wish is my command.”

Bull stood and trudged the rest of the way back to the beach cottage in silence.

He pushed Oscar face-first down onto the bed. Unlike the other times when he’d been able to kiss Oscar’s incredible mouth and see his initial pain at being fucked turn to pleasure, Bull entered him doggy-style.

“Aw, shit-!” the young Marine howled.

Bull slammed into the moist tightness and closed his eyes. He tried to imagine any number of beautiful women, those he’d fucked in real time and those he would have given his left nut to bang. A parade of porn sluts, super models, and movie stars took Oscar’s place on the bed beneath him. The young Marine’s choice ass became some bitch’s shaved pussy full of his cock. In and out, out and in, he fucked harder and faster.

But try as hard as he did, Oscar never vanished completely. None of the women he dreamed of boning were anywhere near as good or true as the man whose ass he plowed.

You’re a man, Bull, not some queer, the acid voice in his mind protested. You don’t fuck other dudes. You’re a Ranger. Act like one. Rangers don’t fall in love. They kill the enemy and fuck women. Kill and fuck, fuck and kill some more. But they don’t get soft, ‘specially on another man!

Bull shoved in. The handsome Marine beneath him grunted and pushed back to meet his next thrust. Bull opened his eyes again. Oscar’s beauty, even with his face turned away, was overwhelming.

No. You’re a Ranger. Let me hear your battle cry, Soldier!

“Fuck, Sarge,” Oscar sighed suddenly. Then he repeated those three words that put Bull in this dilemma. “I love you-!”

Bull felt his nuts slam the set of low hangers dangling between Oscar’s spread legs and blanked from the jamming of their balls together.

Give me your battle cry, you pussy!

Before he could stop himself, Bull shouted, “Rangers lead the way! HOOAH!”

Oscar looked over his shoulder, a confused look on his handsome face. Bull felt the fire in his nuts intensify and pushed back in. Sweat poured down his face and clung to Oscar’s bare back, filling the room with a musky haze.