Wide awake and not sure how I should be feeling, I rolled on my side and stared at the space next to me.Just four months ago, Master Sergeant Matthew Kross was asleep on that side.His deployment to the Middle East was expected, and although we planned to marry, we weren’t willing to rush it.He wanted to marry in a special alcove at a shrine near his hometown.It was difficult to get approval, and when we finally did, it was on a day that was still seven months away.
The only argument we ever had was whether I would take his last name.I knew he didn’t want mine.My name is Kristophe Trzetrzelewska.My last name is pronounced “che che lev’ ska” which is not difficult; although, spelling it is a bitch.I go by “Kris”, and I didn’t want to be called Kris Kross.Matt wanted us to have the same last name.I suggested using his mother’s maiden name, but his father was upset by that suggestion.We tabled the discussion until he got back.But would he come back?
A week ago, Matt’s mother called me.The army had called her.Matt was missing.No other information was available.She would be contacted as soon as more was known.I stayed strong while on the phone.I told her he was probably on some clandestine operation and because things don’t always work on a predicted timetable, he was late checking in.She said that the scenario sounded reasonable.I told her that I would check back with her.I had called her every day since, and I bawled my eyes out after every conversation.
I continued to stare at the empty place in our bed, and my mind drifted to the first time I saw him.
A long day of work had just ended, and the guys in our department wanted to go for a drink.I was not a drinker, and I usually bowed out of those situations.Mark Epstein promised they weren’t going to a titty bar, and he kept nagging me.I finally relented; there were no empty tables when we got there, so we were standing at the bar.Most of the guys had beers; I had a Coke.I scanned down the bar, and sitting close to the other end was the dreamiest soldier I had ever seen.
He was wearing a light green long sleeve shirt with dark green pants.He had no tie on, but I could see a white t-shirt at his collar.He had a name tag, but I couldn’t read it.He filled the shirt nicely; his face was very handsome with a strong jawline, a chin cleft, and dimples.
I wanted to go over and talk to him, but I didn’t have the nerve.He caught me looking at him, but he didn’t react.I wondered how hard he would hit me if I went up to him to get a closer look and to tell him how sexy I thought he was.
He caught me looking a second time, and he smiled.I smiled back, and he nodded.Then one of his buddies walked up and engaged him in a conversation. I assumed it was one of his buddies because he was in similar attire.He turned on the barstool, and while his back looked pretty good, too, I figured that he was too good for me.Then he slowly turned his head to look over his shoulder, and he winked at me.
He had me at that moment.The few times I’d had sex in the past, I’d only topped, but he could have come over to me and bent me over the bar and had me for all he was worth.I felt my dick twitch in my pants.I saw him and his buddies move away from the bar and toward the exit.He broke away from them, came over to me and placed a card on the bar.
“Text me,” was all he said.He smiled and walked away.
I grabbed my phone and texted, “My name is Kris.”
I heard his phone ding as he reached the door; he looked down and then over at me.He gave me another smile.
That smile had to last me three weeks; although, I did receive a text a few hours later. He told me that he would be gone for almost a month and would not be able to text but that he wanted to have dinner with me when he got back.He included a winking emoji.Every time I read the message, I felt a twitch in my groin every time I looked at that emoji.
I had never believed in love at first sight, but the feelings that kept spinning around inside me every time I thought of him made me wonder.
My life up to that point had always been one of a loner; I was an average looking guy who was an introvert.I went to work where I spent the day in my cubicle happily crunching numbers until it was time to go home.Twice a week I stopped at a market on the way home and picked up fresh vegetables.I usually had chicken with my evening meal along with whatever vegetable was in season.After cleaning up, I read or watched a movie.Some might say it was a simple life, perhaps too simple for most, yet I was content.Until I saw Matt on that stool.
Three weeks and two days after that first text, I received another.“Just got access to my phone.Been thinking about you the entire time.Am I going crazy?Is dinner tonight too soon?I’m exhausted but can’t wait to see you.”
My smile stretched from ear to ear.I was at work, but I didn’t care.I broke protocol and immediately texted him back.“I’m done at five. I can take you to dinner anywhere you want.”I pondered what to write next.We had not spent any time together and had only shared a few text messages.Still, my heart was telling me that I had found what few people ever get.
Another text lit up my screen.“How about the Boiled Onion?A buddy can drop me off at about 5:30.I can wait for you.”
My fingers flew over the keyboard. Where was the Boiled Onion?Found it.Only fifteen minutes away at this time of day.Double that for rush hour.I texted back, “Should be able to get there at 5:30 unless traffic is worse than usual.Can’t wait to see you.”
I hit send and realized what I had ended with.I hope he wouldn’t be offended by it.Another winking emoji popped up on my phone.How was I going to make it to five?
The rest of the day went quickly, smoothly, and surprisingly I got a lot of work done.I guess my forcing myself to concentrate for fear that I’d waste the day worked well.My computer singled 5:00, and I practically sprinted to the parking lot.The traffic seemed heavier than usual to me.Maybe that’s because I wanted to get there so badly.It was 5:28 when I pulled into the parking lot.I stood next to my car and scanned the parking lot.I saw the car go past with Matt in the passenger seat.The car stopped, and he got out.
Had my memory played tricks on me?He was more handsome than I had remembered.He smiled, and I could feel my eyes mist, and my heart beat faster.He threw a duffle bag strap over his shoulder and hurried over to me.As he neared, I could tell that he hadn’t shaved in a few days, and his hair was a little rumpled.He was gorgeous.
“Sorry that I’m in such a mess.I haven’t been able to shower or shave for a few days.I thought I’d be able to shower today, but they kept us in meetings.I probably don’t smell very good.”
“I don’t care,” I smiled at him.
Matt dropped the duffle bag and hugged me.I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close to me.The side of my head was next to his, and he whispered into my ear, “I am so excited to be spending time with you.”
The stubble of his beard scratched my face, and his body odor was rank and sour.But I didn’t want to let go of him.He continued to hold me.
“You smell nice,” he told me.“I’m so sorry about how I smell.I’m kinda embarrassed.”He let go of me.
“Do you want to take a shower and then have something to eat?” I asked him earnestly.He did smell pretty bad.“Or I can order something while you clean up.Your choice.”
“Do you mind?”His cheeks reddened.I thought it was rather cute.
“Of course not.I can be flexible; although, it isn’t one of my strengths.”
“Which of us lives closer?”He turned and looked west.I’m about five miles that way.”
“And I’m about five minutes that way.”I pointed south.
“Your place wins,” he grinned.“I’m relieved.My place is a disaster.I just throw things together when I have to leave without warning.”
I could help with that, I thought.“It’s fine.Get in. Toss your bag in the back.”I reached into my pocket and clicked the button that opened the tailgate of my Equinox.I put my hand on his lower back and rubbed.
Matt reached for his bag.“Kris?”
My eyes followed him as he picked up the bag.“Yes, Matt?”Even through the fatigues, I could see the line of his athletic build.
His eyes met mine again.I could tell he had changed his mind about telling me what he was about to say.Instead, “How about we order a pizza?”
“Hmm.Let’s see.Friday night with a pizza and a handsome hunk.How can I refuse.”He blushed again.Could he get any cuter?
Once we were in the car and on our way, I asked him about the special forces badge on his arm.
“Yeah, that’s why I’m always on call and have to run off on a moment’s notice.”
“And you’re not allowed to talk about a lot of things, right.”
“That’s right.I’ve only dated a few guys, but none of them could handle breaking dates at the last moment and not being able to talk about where I was or what I was doing.”
“So you’ve only dated a few guys?”It seemed difficult for me to believe that a handsome guy like Matt would only have dated a few men.
“Let me say this, it’s easy to find sex when you’re an Army guy.Guys seem to be attracted to the uniform.I’ve got a friend who’s the same rank, and he gets laid all the time.But that’s not what I want.I travel a lot; I get stationed in different places.It’s hard to find a guy who wants to deal with that and not play around on the side.I want someone who will be faithful to me while I’m gone.I’ll be faithful to him; I don’t fool around when I’m on a mission.What about you?What are your feelings on this issue?”
“Well,” I gulped.“I used to have sex a few times with my college roommate.It was fun, but I always felt kind of empty afterward.I wasn’t in love with him, I guess.I’ve never been in love, I guess.Relationships seem like such a lot of work; I always figured that when I met the right guy, I’d want to spend the time and effort.I don’t enjoy going out in public.I was only at that bar where I saw you because the guys at work were relentless about getting me to go.”
“I’m glad they were.”
“Yeah.Me, too.You’re different, Matt.You know, I might see a guy whom I think is cute, and I might think about him the next time I, uh, relieve myself, but then I don’t think about him again.”
“You said ‘relieve myself’ like you’re taking a piss.”
From the corner of my eye, I saw Matt adjust his position in the seat to make it easy for him to look at me.I could see him study me with his eyes.Then he started; his voice was calm and soothing.I could tell he didn’t want to say anything to hurt me.
“Is that how you view sex?”
“No.Not at all.It’s great when there’s a connection.And masturbation can be good when you’re thinking about someone special, and that’s different from releasing some sexual tension.”I was worried that he’d think I was… I’m not sure what I was worried that he’d think about me.I just wanted things to go well.
“Hey, Kris, it’s cool.I’m not trying to interrogate you.I just want to know more about you.I’m obviously attracted to you.”
Now it was my turn to blush.“I’m an open book.You can ask me anything.”
“Well, then,” Matt’s tone became serious, “I think I will interrogate you.Where were you born?”
“Waco, Texas,” I laughed.
“You need to remain serious here.You’ll also be judged on the quickness of your responses.“How many brothers and sisters do you have?”
“Two brothers and two sisters.I’m the oldest.”
“Points off for supplying additional information.”
“Oh,” I clenched my teeth.“I demand additional points for failure to disclose the rules.”
“Subject will remain silent except for responding to the questions.”His tone remained serious.
“Which sibling is the favorite?”
I felt a stabbing pain.“I’m not sure.I thought we were all equal until I told them I’m gay.”
“Hey, I’m sorry.I didn’t mean…”Matt put his hand on my arm.
“It’s OK.It’s the way it is.I just need you to know that my family won’t be at our wedding.What about your siblings?”
“I’ve got an older brother, one of those who was a champion at everything.You know football captain, baseball scholarship, the kind of guy everyone wanted to be.He probably fucked half the girls in high school.He got one of them pregnant even though he claimed he always used a condom.They gave the baby up, and he went on to a pretty good baseball career in college.I was always compared to him and fell short.When I came out, my dad told me how disappointed he was, and my brother gave him hell like you wouldn’t believe.He told my father that I was the better son on almost every level.My dad apologized to me for all the shit he’d given me all those years.”
“And your mom?”
“She said she knew I was gay since I was ten and gave me a kiss and a hug.I think my dad shit a brick, but everything is good now.”
“Wow!”
“I’m lucky in that area, I think.”
“For all his faults, my brother is my hero because of that.”
I was quiet after that.I pulled into the parking garage and opened the gate with my remote.After parking the car, I led Matt to my apartment.The familiar scent of citrus welcomed us into my immaculate living space.
Matt’s comment pleased me.“This looks like a magazine.”
My one-bedroom apartment had a simple table with two chairs in the dining area that was on the right as soon as one entered.To the left was a kitchen with nothing on the counters as I had a good-sized pantry that held my counter appliances, food, and other rarely used items.The living room had a simple sofa on one wall and a TV on the opposite wall. A large plate-glass window looked out onto the park across the street.A door on the left between the dining area and living room led to a half bath, and on the other side was the entrance to the bedroom.
Matt followed me through the bedroom which had a simple full-sized bed with a plain oak headboard and two oak nightstands.Next to the window were two comfortable reading chairs with a table between them.
“I’m impressed,” Matt nodded his head.“I’m glad we didn’t go to my place.”
We headed into the bathroom.The washer and dryer were there as well as a walk-in shower.“Do you wash your fatigues on a regular cycle?” I asked.I heard the duffle bag hit the floor.
“Yeah, regular is good.”
I reached into the linen space and retrieved one of my best towels.I turned to see that Matt had stripped and stood before me stark naked.He looked better than I had imagined.He had strong, hairy pecs and an 8-pack that any man would kill to have.His testicles were larger than that of any I had ever seen, and his uncut cock pointed down with no lateral deviation.He had muscular thighs and calves.He could have posed for a sculpture.His body screamed perfection.I reached for a new toothbrush and toothpaste and placed them on the counter.
“Are you going to join me?”
I felt my dick twitch.“I, uh, need to order the pizza.”
He took the toothbrush and squirted a little toothpaste on it.“Not even to scrub my back.” He smirked.“I’ll scrub yours, too.”
I pulled my phone from my pocket and ordered two large pizzas, one with hamburger and mushroom, and one with pepperoni, two liters of Coke, and two lava cakes.I pushed send and looked up into his eyes.His mouth was covered in foam.He bent over the sink and rinsed his mouth.Placing his brush next to the sink.He stood again, looking at me.
I stepped closer to him, and he reached forward and unbuttoned my shirt.He tugged it loose from my pants and dropped it on the pile of his clothes.“I’m already making things a mess.”
“I’ll send you a bill.”I reached in and turned on the shower.It didn’t usually take long for the water to warm up.I brought my hand back to my side, and Matt kissed me.It was long, deep, passionate.He reached down and unbuckled my pants.His kiss never stopped.I brought my hands up next to his face and held it as my tongue searched inside his mouth.His moans were soft and gentle.
I moved my right hand down and found his semi-hard penis.He gasped as I applied a little pressure to it and then moved my hand to his scrotum.He moved down onto his haunches and untied my shoes before sliding my pants off one leg at a time.My boner was pushing against my underwear, and he wrapped his lips around it, leaving a wet spot on the fabric.With his hands, he removed my underwear.My hardness pointed straight into his face.He reached up and squeezed my cock before standing and pulling me into the shower.
We took turns lathering and scrubbing.I used the body pouf on all but the most sensitive parts of Matt’s body.It didn’t take long before the sourness was replaced by the manly scent of natural body oils and Old Spice Body Wash.We rinsed again and were in the middle of a great kiss when my doorbell rang.“It’s the pizza,” I mumbled.
“I’ll get it,” Matt said as he exited the shower and grabbed a towel from the counter.“How much is it?”
“There’s just the tip.”
I heard him open the door as I got a towel and began to dry off.
“You’re not Mr. T,” I heard the delivery boy say.
“That’s right.I’m Mr. K.”
The delivery boy chuckled.I heard some rustling, and then the door closed.Matt was back at the bathroom door.He was still damp, and his hair was dripping.“I gave him a twenty, was that enough?”
“He’s probably dancing down the stairs.I usually give him a ten.”My towel was pulled from my grasp, and Matt began to vigorously rub my back.
“I left the food on the table in the dining room.Is that where you want to eat?”
With pizza, I usually eat on the couch, but I don’t usually do it naked.”
“I always do it naked,” he said with an evil smirk.
“Do you have clean underwear, or do you need to borrow some?I know your ass is clean because I just scrubbed it for you, but you’re not sitting bare-ass naked on my sofa.”
Matt bent down next to his duffle bag and opened it.“I think these are clean.”He held up a green pair of boxers.
“You think?”
He laughed.“I know they are.”
“Put ‘em on.”I went to get some briefs from my dresser.
Matt came out of the bathroom in his boxers just as I adjusted the strap on my underwear.He looked really good. My dick responded immediately.I looked away and headed toward the pizza.“Let’s eat.”
I opened the box with the pizza with hamburger and mushrooms.It looked great as always.“Do you want Coke, water, or I can make some tea.”
“I’ll have a Coke; then I’ll switch to water.”
“Open it up; I’ll get some glasses and some plates.”Within moments we were on the couch with a plate of pizza in hand and our drinks on the coffee table.I snuggled up next to Matt, and we chatted a bit between bites.
As Matt finished his last bite of pizza, he leaned forward to put his plate on the table.Leaning back, his hand moved over my cock and rested there.He moved his fingers back and forth.My dick had been getting hard and then softening several times since our shower, and now, it got rock hard.I put my last piece of pizza in my mouth and tossed the plate.It landed next to his.I turned my head and kissed him.He began to rub me with more intensity.
The bristles of his unshaven face continued to prick mine, but this time it turned me on.His tongue pushed my lips apart and fought with mine.Suddenly, he picked me up and carried me into the bedroom.With my arms wrapped around his neck, and his left arm holding me up, he pulled the covers of the bed down before placing me on the mattress and lying on top of me.He ground his groin against mine.I could feel his hardness move across mine.
He whispered into my ear.“You excite me in ways I don’t understand.”His lips touched my ear; his tongue ran across the outside of my ear before he sucked my lobe into his mouth and began to flick it with his tongue.
He swung around and stood up next to the bed.Reaching forward, he pulled my briefs from my body, and after pulling his boxers from his, he swallowed my entire dick with his mouth.
The incredible combination of pressure and suction drove me to the brink of ecstasy.Just as I thought I would lose control.He stopped and covered my mouth with his.At that moment, with his knees on each side of me, he sat up, spit into his hand, and lubed up his ass.He sat on my cock with the precision of a fighter pilot.I slid deep into him with one motion.My cry of “Oh” was covered by his grunt of “Yeah.”
Matt began to move his hips in ways I had never realized were possible.Forward, back, up, down and combinations that made me squeal.He leaned forward again and kissed me.Holding me tightly, he rolled us over, and I was thrusting into him.
He grabbed my ass and pulled me to him.As we banged together, he grunted, “Fuck yeah.”I felt myself get close, but I held on.I didn’t want the feeling to end.I didn’t want this coupling to end.But then I felt him tense; his ass grabbed tightly to my cock, and he came.His cum slammed into my chin with incredible pressure.It landed on the headboard; some landed on the wall above the headboard, and it saturated his sexy, hairy chest.
I followed.I released into him with an intensity I’d never had before.I’d never released so much sperm in one ejaculation.Then I spurted into him again, and as I collapsed onto him, I felt myself spew forth one last bit.
My head rested on his shoulder; my cock was still hard and inside him.His breathing slowly returned to normal.Neither of us spoke.It was truly the most awesome experience I’d ever shared with another human being.
With his hands, Matt pulled me up and kissed me.“Kris.”That was all he said.I saw the desire in his eyes.He wanted me, and I wanted him.I kissed him, and we rolled over.I pulled my legs apart and up.Using more spit, he lubed my hole, and seconds later, he had pushed himself inside me.
Unlike my first and only time bottoming, the pressure of his dick inside me felt incredibly right.He moved in and out of me with a perfect rhythm.As he withdrew, I wanted him back in, and as he pushed back in, I wanted him to push hard and fill me.I discovered that I was thrusting my hips to meet his thrust.We were in sync again, and when he came and filled me with his seed, I wanted to hold it within me forever.He held me close, and eventually, he slipped out of me.Soon we dozed in one another’s arms.
I wouldn’t have thought it possible, but each time we made love was better than the previous time.When I was in him, or he was in me, we were one physical being, and each time reminded me that we had been made for one another.
Reality returned to me.I was sitting on the same bed we used to share the secrets we were allowed to share, to share the love that continued to grow within us, and to plan our future together.Matt was missing.It had been fourteen days.The government now admitted he had been on a mission for them, and there was a brief mention on the news of a small group of soldiers unaccounted for.But there was no other word.
My heart grew more fearful each day.
Then, on Day 18, the news came that the missing men had been found in a collapsed building.One of them had passed away from injuries sustained during the collapse; the others were barely alive.Matt’s mother flew to Germany.His brother Tom came to visit me; I was numb and unable to function.I had taken sick leave from work as we waited for the news.
Finally, Matt’s mother called Tom.She said the news was not good.Matt had horrible injuries.It would take him months, if not years, to recover, but he was alive, and his brain was uninjured.He had asked about me.Tom asked me what I wanted his mom to tell Matt.
I said, “Kriss Kross is not such a bad name.”Eight months later, it became my name.
