Magic Fingers

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Jacksonville, FL

David

I GRABBED KEVIN in a tight embrace, and we kissed for a while, during the process of which garments began to fall to the floor. When we were down to our shorts, I asked him to sit down on the sofa. He sat and raised a quizzical eyebrow.

“There’s something you need to know,” I said as I stood in front of him.

“I’m waiting.”

“On the last day of my second and last tour overseas, I sustained an injury.”

“What kind of injury?”

“This is difficult for me,” I said. “Please let me finish without interruption.”

“Okay.”

“We were assigned to check a small village for insurgents. As I led my squad through the market square, we saw a group of small boys playing under a sprinkler that someone had set up on a wall a few feet above them. They were naked except for dirty jockey shorts, and some women were watching them. I noticed one of the boys in particular, because it looked as though he’d crapped in his shorts—there was a bulge and some dark stains in the seat—and I didn’t think anything more of it as we walked by.

“Someone behind me yelled ‘grenade’, and we all dove for cover. Next thing I knew, I was in the hospital. It turned out that the bulge in the kid’s shorts was a small grenade. One of the women snatched it from the kid’s shorts and threw it. The damn thing landed in front of us—my point man caught the brunt of it, and I was next in line. One of my buddies was killed, and I sustained some injuries. It was later discovered that the woman was actually a man wearing one of those head-to-toe outfits with only the eyes showing. I didn’t see a copy of the after-action report until weeks later while I was in a hospital in Germany.”

I paused, and Kevin said, “What injuries?”

Okay, David, I thought. Truth time. You can do this.

I bent over, dropped my boxers, and stood up to face Kevin.

“This.”

I saw the shocked look on Kevin’s face and thought, God, this is going to be a repeat of two weeks ago. I don’t know if I can stand it.

Kevin

DAVID’S CHEST AND torso were smooth, although I could see a few scars here and there. His upper thighs were somewhat scarred, and he had a pair of the biggest balls I had ever seen. However, there was nothing above them but smooth skin. I stared for a minute—in shock.

Finally, I found my voice and stated the obvious. “The grenade blew your d**k off?”

“Most of it. There wasn’t enough left to save, so I was left like this.”

“How do you…?”

“Pee? They rerouted my urethra to a spot about halfway between my anus and my balls and made an opening for it. I have to sit down on the toilet and hold my balls up and out of the way to relieve myself. And to answer the obvious question—I have to watch porn and use a dildo to achieve any kind of gratification. I… it doesn’t always work.”

“Which explains our earlier conversation about size.”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“At this point, most of my prospective s*x partners get dressed and leave, often with a certain amount of yelling and name-calling. Their favorite epithet seems to be ‘freak’.”

I stood and stepped forward to where he stood, dropping my shorts in the process. “I’m not ‘most’ people,” I said, and covered his mouth with mine before he could reply.

Our tongues battled for supremacy for a bit before I broke the kiss and began to kiss his shoulders, followed by his chest and torso. Finally, I knelt on the floor in front of him and fondled his balls while licking the smooth skin where his p***s had once been.

I could feel him shiver in response, so I stopped and said, “Feel good?”

“Yeah. That’s the only bit of good news from the whole tragedy. The shrapnel took the head of my p***s and the top half of the shaft. The surgeons told me that the underside was left intact from the base almost to the head. They were able to use that flap of skin, with all its nerves intact, to cover the spot where they’d removed what was left of the rest of my p***s. The medical term for the procedure they did is penectomy.”

I stood up and said, “It’s time to go to the bedroom.”

“Good, because I’ve got a huge phantom erection right now.”

“Phantom erection?”

“Medical literature is full of articles about amputees who report that they can occasionally ‘feel’ their missing leg or arm, or whatever. People like me can get phantom erections.”

“That doesn’t sound like it’s much fun.”

“Believe me when I say, it isn’t.”

David took my hand and led me down the hallway to his bedroom, where he pulled the covers back on the king-size bed. We lay down belly to belly and began to kiss and fondle, eventually switching to a sixty-nine position, and. I was shooting in his mouth in less time than it takes to tell the tale.

When we were again face to face, I said, “Sorry I came so quickly.”

“Don’t apologize. I wanted you to do just that.”

“Why?”

“So that when you f**k me, it will take longer. Lube and condoms are in the nightstand. By the way, how long have you been a ‘smoothie’?”

“Since shortly after I moved to Jacksonville. I met some guys who keep themselves smooth, and they turned me on to it.”

“I like it.”

“Do guys really leave and call you names in the process after they see you naked?”

“In a word, yes. The last time it happened, I spotted the guy in a bar a couple of weeks later. He recognized me, and I could see him begin to whisper to his companions, pointing in my direction. I left that bar and never went back.”

“Nobody ever said all gay men were nice guys.”

“Yeah. Now, will you shut up and f**k me?”

“I’ve got a better idea for right now.”

“Excuse me?”

I took one of the king-size pillows and positioned it carefully about halfway down the bed from the headboard. Then I grabbed the tube of K-Y with my left hand and lay down on my back with my head propped up on the pillow.

“Get up on your hands and knees, with your balls just below my chin.”

“What?”

“On your knees, soldier,” I barked, using my old command voice.

“Yes, Sir,” he said in a Pavlovian response before he scrambled into place, giggling as he did so.

As I suspected, the pillow gave me enough elevation to service his crotch and balls with my tongue without placing undue strain on my neck. I moistened the middle finger of my right hand with K-Y and began to probe, all the while licking and fondling. My finger quickly found its target and went to work. It took a while, but his breathing eventually became ragged, and he shuddered and moaned. I felt something wet on the palm of my right hand and withdrew my hand and finger. My hand was drenched, so I licked it dry; then we shifted around so that we were once again face to face and kissing.

In between kisses, I said, “How was that?”

“Need you ask? I haven’t had an orgasm that intense since before the incident. Whatever made you think to do it that way?”

“A massage guy I know. After he finishes massaging your back, he has you get on your hands and knees on his table. Then he does a prostate massage.”

“If you won’t think me too greedy, I’d like you to f**k me now.”

“Your wish is my command.”

I slipped a condom on my erection, positioned him on his back with the pillow under his butt, raised his legs in the air, and entered him slowly. After all the finger work, he was loose enough that I slipped right in. When I hit bottom, I studied his face, and said,. “Ready for more?”

“Hard, fast, and deep… if you please.”

“Oh, I please… and I aim to please.”

I began to pound his ass relentlessly, and had my second orgasm of the evening fairly quickly. As I pulled out of him and began to lower his legs, I saw what appeared to be evidence that he, too, had done so, and said, “You came again, didn’t you?”

“I can hardly believe it. In fact, I didn’t think it was possible. These days I’m lucky to have one orgasm, but to have two of them in such a short time is a miracle. The ironic thing about all this is that before the accident, I was a total top.”

“Wow!. You must have had a long learning curve.”

“You have no idea.”

We snuggled and chatted for a while, and David said, “Can you spend the night?”

“Sure. I took the weekend off from my part-time job, and I don’t have to be anywhere until ten o’clock Monday morning.”

“No homework?”

“Not a bit. I spent most of the afternoon studying in anticipation of a free weekend.”

“Me too. How about a shower before we go to sleep?”

“Yeah.”

I followed him into the bathroom and joined him in the huge stall shower. As we were toweling ourselves dry, I said, “I don’t suppose you have a spare toothbrush?”

“No, but you can use mine.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’ve just had your d**k in my mouth. Why would I worry about my toothbrush being in yours?”

“Yeah. That makes sense.”

Ablutions finished, we returned to his bed and settled down for the night. I don’t usually sleep well in strange beds, but for some reason I was out like a light in no time.

Jacksonville, FL

Kevin

THE NEXT THING I knew was the sensation of a warm and friendly mouth wrapped around my erection, and I opened my eyes and said, “Is it morning already?”

David stopped what he was doing long enough to say, “It’s after seven.”

“What a nice way to start the day.”

“I was hoping to inspire you to use your magic fingers again like you did last night,” he said, and his mouth went back to work.

My response was interrupted by my orgasm. When he’d finished draining me dry, he rolled over onto his back, and I crawled on top of him. We kissed for a while before I said, “Ready when you are.”

He moved to one side while I arranged a pillow to support my head. When I was in place, he handed me the lube and sat there for a minute until I said, “What are you waiting for, soldier? Assume the position.”

“Yes, Sir.”

It took less time than it had the night before to bring him to orgasm. Practice makes perfect.

We snuggled for a while, belly to belly, and between kisses, he said, “That was amazing. Even better than last night, if such a thing is possible.”

“We aim to please.”

“And so you do. I’m ready for act three if you are.”

After that, we showered and dressed. David let me use his toothbrush again, and his razor, so I felt comfortable even though I was wearing the clothes I’d worn the night before. After breakfast, we decided to go out to the beach and take a walk. I was surprised when he pulled on a pair of Speedos, and surprised again when he slipped something inside his trunks.

“What’s that?” I said.

“It’s called ‘The Bulge’. Guys wear it as a so-called package enhancer. I use it to make up for what’s missing.”

“Yeah. It certainly works. I forgot to ask you how you managed to totally eliminate your tan line.”

“There’s a small pool in the backyard surrounded by a six-foot privacy fence.”

“That’ll do it.”

He pulled on a pair of khaki shorts and a tank top, slipped his feet into flip-flops, and said, “Now we need to stop by your place so you can change.”

“Let’s go.”

In the driveway, we had a brief pissing contest as to which vehicle to take, and my Mustang won. It didn’t take long to get to my house, which was just across Roosevelt Boulevard in one of the less expensive sections of the Avondale neighborhood. There were three cars in the driveway, one of which I didn’t recognize, so I said, “Looks like someone got lucky last night” I said.

“Meaning your roommate?”

“One of them. Their names are Jeff and Roger. They each have one of the downstairs bedrooms, and we get along okay. They’re the reason I don’t have to work full time.”

“What does that mean?”

“An elderly Great-Aunt died while I was in Iraq. She left me the house free and clear—it seems I was her favorite.”

“Did you like her?”

“She was nice enough for an old lady. To be honest, what I really liked was spending the summer with her from the time I was in the seventh grade all through high school. I got to take the bus to the beach when I wanted to—and I took care of her yard for free, and mowed most of the yards in the neighborhood for pay.”

“Do you want me to stay in the car?”

“Don’t be silly. We’ll take a quick stroll through the house to my bedroom. I hope Jeff’s up and about, so I can show you off. He’s been teasing me lately about coming home alone.”

“Thanks—I think.”

I led David on a brief tour of the house, starting with the living room; then we climbed the stairs to the master suite and arrived in my bedroom without encountering anyone.

“Guess they’re still asleep,” I said, “but it’s hard to tell, because the other bedrooms are downstairs at the back of the house.”

It took me only a minute or two to find Speedos, shorts, flip-flops, and sunscreen, and we were on our way. In a public parking lot adjacent to the beach, we left our outerwear, tank tops, and other stuff in the trunk of the car and headed for the sand. When we reached the ‘gay’ section of the beach, I took his hand.

“It’s safe to do that for the next half-mile or so, although I’d much rather be walking behind you right now.”

“Why?”

“Because you’ve got a magnificent ass, and it looks especially fine under those Speedos.”

“Now that you mention it, you fill your Speedos out quite nicely too.”

We continued walking hand in hand until we reached the end of the ‘gay’ strip and continued for another mile or so, at times talking, but often in silence, merely enjoying the sounds of the surf and the ever-present seabirds. When we got back to our starting point, we showered under the public showerheads and used our towels to good effect.

Back at the Mustang, I took a huge beach towel out of the car and used it as a screen so David could slip out of his Speedos and into his shorts. Then he returned the favor.

We grabbed some fast food on the way back to town, and by the time I pulled into my driveway, the food was long gone.

“I don’t know about you,” I said, getting out of the car, “but I need a proper shower. That quick rinse at the beach wasn’t enough.”

“So do I.”

He followed me into my bedroom, and I closed the door behind us. We shed our clothes and went into the bathroom, where we spent some time under a warm spray of water.

“Have I told you how gorgeous you are?” I said as we toweled ourselves dry in front of the mirror.

“I don’t think so.”

“Must have been an oversight, because you are, and that ass drives me crazy.”

I stepped behind him and cupped a cheek in each hand by way of emphasis. With my mouth close to his left ear, I whispered, “Time to try out my bed, don’t you think?”

“Was that a rhetorical question?”

I grabbed his hand, and led him to my bed, and said, “As you can see, I’m not quite as neat as you. My bed is pretty much the way I left it Friday morning.”

“At least we don’t have to pull the covers back.”

“Yeah, there is that.”

Lying face to face, we cuddled, kissed, and fondled each other for awhile. When I sat up and arranged a pillow to support my head, he said, “Don’t you want me to take care of you?”

“Later. I feel kind of selfish always being the first to cum.”

I lubed two fingers, lay back on the pillow, looked up at him, and said, “Waiting for an invitation?”

“Just awaiting your orders, Sir.”

“Assume the position, soldier.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I somehow managed to reach his prostate with two fingers and gave it a workout, all the while licking and fondling his balls and other sensitive spots. My efforts were rewarded when he shuddered and moaned, and I felt a flood of sticky fluid running down the back of his balls.

“It just keeps getting better and better,” he said when we were again face to face.

“That was my intent. Glad to know I succeeded.”

“With those magic fingers, how could you not?”

After a few minutes of cuddling, I lifted his legs in the air and slipped inside him. By that time, I was so aroused that I came faster than a sixteen-year-old virgin.

“Better and better,” I said, as I lowered his legs to the bed and lay full-length on top of him.

“Yeah, two alpha males taking care of each other. Who would have thought?”

“I guess we are, aren’t we? Alpha males, that is.”

We stacked the two king-size pillows on top of each other and lay back on them side by side, sort of propped up against the headboard. I reached down, caressed his groin with my fingertips, and said, “Tell me about this.”

“I told you what happened. What else is there to tell?”

“It must have been devastating. How’d you handle it?”

“Badly. I was kept either totally sedated or in a kind of twilight state from the time the medics got to the site until I woke up in a surgical ward at a base in Germany two days after the attack. They told me later that they woke me up from time to time to ask questions about what hurt and where, but I don’t remember any of it. I was still heavily bandaged when they told me the specifics about my injuries, and I didn’t handle it well.”

“What happened?”

“I really don’t like talking about it.”

“Maybe, but it’s probably good to do so from time to time.”

“That’s what the shrinks said.”

“You saw a shrink?”

“Yeah, several. That was on the program because of the nature of my injury and would have happened even if I hadn’t tried to off myself.”

“What did you do?”

“There’s a lot of pain involved with a full penectomy. Every man has an external p***s and an internal p***s. Next time you have an erection, feel under your testicles. There’s a good bit of erectile tissue just under the surface running almost all the way back to your anus, and they removed all of it.”

“That sounds horrible.”

“Yeah, it was,” he said. “Anyway, as soon as I could stand the pain, I started hoarding my pain pills. One night, when I thought I had enough of them, I swallowed every one.”

“Obviously it didn’t work.”

“No s**t? I wound up in the psych ward for three weeks. Lots of long talks with the shrinks. They told me that I would ‘learn to deal with it’, and that there were lots of women out there who wouldn’t mind using a dildo on me, etcetera, etcetera.”

“They didn’t know you were gay?”

“Are you kidding? You were in the army—you know how it is.”

“Yeah, but when you talk to a shrink, it’s supposed to be confidential,” I said.

“Get real. They keep notes, and notes go into files. If it’s written down in a file somewhere, it can be accessed.”

“I hadn’t thought about it that way,” I said.

“Anyway, they released me after I promised to be a good boy and agreed to go back to the shrinks once a year for an ‘evaluation’. They even told me that if, after a few years, I decide that I simply can’t deal with the problem, I might qualify for castration.”

“Jesus!” I said. “Why that?”

“Because when you lose your balls, you’re supposed to pretty much lose your s*x drive, and it’s said to make life easier. That’s a laugh—how could that work, unless they wiped your brain clean of all memories of ever having had sex.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Well, you did ask.”

“Yes, I did, and thanks for sharing a small part of your pain—it helps me to know you better.”

I pulled him into an embrace, which led to other things—several other things, in fact, before we drifted off into an afternoon nap. I was awakened by a familiar and friendly mouth on my erection.

“I could get used to this kind of wake-up call,” I said.

“Just me being greedy.”

The odd look on his face gave me a moment’s pause. “What?”

“Well, maybe I’m also trying to store a few memories.”

“Memories?”

“Memories that I can replay in my head after you’ve moved on.”

“We’ve known each other less than twenty-four hours, and you’ve already got me moving on? Thank you very much for that vote of confidence.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just that I’m so used to history repeating itself—I don’t meet very many guys who want to go to bed with me, and the few that do always seem to move on after the novelty wears off, and that usually seems to take a lot less than twenty-four hours.”

“I told you last night, I’m not one of those guys.” I could see that this big, tough ex-Ranger was on the verge of tears, so I changed the subject and said, “Why don’t you finish what you started, and we’ll forget we ever had this conversation?”

He nodded his head in agreement, and his hungry mouth latched, once again, onto my erection. After we were mutually satisfied, we took another leisurely shower together and got dressed. As we were dressing, I said, “After all that activity you ought to be hungry—I know I am.”

“Now that you mention it, I am. Why don’t you grab some dressy clothes and come home with me?”

“What’s on your mind?”

“Other than the usual? I want to take you to a really fancy restaurant—one with a dress code—and I want to go to church tomorrow morning.”

“Yours or mine?” We’d already determined that we were both Episcopalian.

“Mine’s closer.”

“Then Good Shepherd it is, but I have a question.”

“You do?”

“Yes, why the sudden urge to go to church? You told me you don’t attend very often.”

“Truth of the matter is, all of a sudden, I have a lot to be thankful for.”

“Oh.”

I threw my travel kit, socks, underwear, and dress shoes into an overnight bag and placed appropriate attire in a garment bag. David carried my overnight bag, and I threw the garment bag over my shoulder. As we headed toward down the stairs to the front door, I heard it open, and we met Jeff in the hallway.

“Moving out?”

“Hardly that,” I said. “Just heading out for a sleepover.”

“Nothing wrong with sleepovers,” he said, smiling broadly.

“Jeff, David. David, Jeff,” I said.

They shook hands and exchanged pleasantries.

“If anybody asks, I’ll be home Monday,” I said.

“Have fun, guys,” Jeff said. “Nice to meet you.”

“You too,” David said.