Hal was into rough, energetic and fun sex; he was however capable of something subtler, but equally exciting, when the occasion demanded it. While he was unable to rationalise Jim’s erotic octopus rape dream, he had worked out what part of Jim’s problem was; Jim was a ‘lone wolf’, who prided himself on his self-sufficiency and did not rely on friends or family, even supposing that he possessed any family, for anything; least of all for emotional support. Hal had met other men like that: some of them had turned out to be ‘spooks’, engaged in some form of military intelligence, and they often disappeared. Not necessarily murdered, although that was a potential hazard and did happen from time to time; they just drank too much and burned out. The waters closed over them and they were soon forgotten. Hal didn’t want either to happen to Jim. Being so much alone at Little Kansas - which was definitely haunted in Hal's view; how else to explain the occasional night-time sound of World War II bombers taking off and landing on an airfield that no longer existed - was not healthy. Hal was vaguely aware that Jim had business in London and elsewhere, which he tended to explain away as ‘buying trips’ or ‘antiques fairs’, but which happened too often for that explanation to cover everything. He might conceivably have a distant boyfriend or girlfriend. He might also have another and very different job. Even so... He needed some tender, loving, but masculine, care here and now.
Jim possessed an oak refectory table; had he wished to, he could have entertained twenty friends to dinner at it. Hal quickly and efficiently spread a blanket, towels and a pillow on it. He ordered Jim to ‘get yer kit off’ and lie naked on it, face down. Using olive oil from the kitchen, Hal prepared to give Jim a serious massage. He too stripped naked. Again, Jim – hardly a weakling himself -was awed by Hal’s size and strength. He sensed anew Hal's great vitality and warmth. Hal began carefully to spread the oil on Jim, working it in and paying careful attention to his ass.
Jim reached out and ran his hand over Hal’s rugby-player thighs, his ass-cheeks and genitals. His skin glittered with fine, golden hairs, nice to touch; thicker and darker at his crotch. Jim grasped Hal’s cock and held onto it. Hal chuckled but didn’t stop him. When Jim squeezed it, it hardened and thickened. Hal gently moved his hips so that Jim’s hand teased his cock, but not to orgasm. He would need his ammunition later. Once or twice Hal eased his cock free and climbed onto the table to lie for a moment on top of Jim: hands on hands, arms on arms; trunk on trunk; legs on legs, cock and balls against Jim’s ass. Again, Jim felt Hal’s terrific physical warmth.
“We’ll take five, or I will. Don’t you move!” Hal was taking control and giving orders. He rearranged Jim’s pillow. He left only a few lights on, so that the room was in semi-darkness. Jim’s oiled body glowed in the twilight as he moved and stretched. Hal reached into his knapsack. From a pocket, he drew out a long black butt-plug and slowly inserted it into Jim’s man-hole. Jim gasped and his cock went rigid.
“On yer back!” said Hal. It was time for the next part; exorcising the octopus. He slapped some gel on his own asshole and on Jim’s cock.
Hal crouched over Jim and slowly slid onto his cock. Finally he took it all inside him. It hit his prostate and made him shout. Slowly he began to ride Jim. Under him, Jim jerked up and down. Hal’s own cock was rigid. When Hal felt Jim starting to shoot sperm inside him, he let himself cum, splashing Jim’s face and neck with his jizz. A few minutes later they were still recovering, hugging with their legs round each other, gasping for breath. Hal stared questioningly into Jim’s face; then he kissed him.
“Okay now?”
“Definitely okay; I’m also knackered!”
“Right. Bath now, and then bed.”
“Yes Sir!”
“But first, the butt-plug!” Jim turned over and allowed Hal to pull it out slowly and carefully.
Early the next morning, while Hal was still asleep, Jim stared at the ceiling. Something important had happened between them. Or had started to happen.
This can’t be love, can it? I’m supposed to be proof against all that!
Another part of him said: Shuddup. He’s a nice guy and has a great body. Just enjoy him. Go with the flow for once! .
Apart from Hal, Jim’s life was not very full at present. His handsome friend Norman, a more-or-less straight man whom he had stalked and seduced, was now once more with his wife, Samantha, who was keeping a close eye on him. She suspected (correctly) that Norman had been ‘up to something’ during her extended absence in Frinton the previous summer. She suspected (incorrectly) that a woman was involved: her suspicions focused on her friend Olivia, who had admired Norman’s long, strong and beautiful legs when he was out running. In reality Norman was barely aware of Olivia’s existence; he never noticed the twitching of her or anyone else’s net curtains as he charged past on his morning training runs. Samantha also suspected that Norman hankered to join the Army Reserve; he had in fact been on a familiarisation visit and even done a parachute jump, at Jim's suggestion. She was determined to put a stop to that, too! She was however unaware of Jim’s existence, except that Norman had bought one or two articles from Little Kansas; both Norman and Jim intended that she should remain in happy ignorance of Jim. But this meant very little contact; at any rate until Samantha next went on holiday to Frinton...
As for Sir Toby Bloodgood, Baronet, MFH, he was good-looking, good fun and good in bed. But he was engaged to be married and had every intention of continuing the Bloodgood blood-line. An oversexed young man, he regarded gay sex, about which he had learned at Eton College and on a bloodstock farm in Ireland, as ‘a good laugh’. From his past experience of that type of man, Jim reckoned that Toby would opt for a final, wild fling before the wedding. Thereafter he would probably remain faithful to Lady Bloodgood (whoever she turned out to be) for several years, at least, and Jim would meanwhile be demoted to the status of ‘old friend’.
Richard Finch MP was another matter. He liked Jim enormously and they had had epic sex together but Jim knew that Richard had a great love, James Graveney, a former fellow Army Officer; a country gentleman, like Sir Toby, but in a different part of the country, Worcestershire. That was also where Richard’s rural constituency, Lynchfield and Flogham, was located. His constituency home, The Hermitage, was a folly on James’s land. James was apparently happily married to Tori, a tolerant and understanding American scientist, and they had three sons, one of whom was Richard’s godson. Given that they could only see each other at weekends or on holiday, both Richard and James reserved the right to have ‘away’ affairs, although they were frank and open with each other about them. It was all very civilized, apparently. But Jim’s flings with Richard were special occasions; like a village cricket team that sometimes gets to play the Marylebone Cricket Club at Lord’s Cricket Ground.
Hal only had an incomplete picture of Jim’s private life – Jim was good at keeping secrets – but he sensed that there might be a vacancy into which he could step. Jim seemed to have no regular boy-or-girl-friend. Hal was be stationed in the area for at least another year, which promised to be fairly boring: mainly training exercises on foot or in armoured personnel carriers (APCs). Having a local bolt-hole and a straight-acting, discreet, local boyfriend had a lot to commend it. Besides, Jim was good company; strikingly handsome; had a stellar body and, given a bit more training, could become a star in more ways than one!
