Chapter 2: Chapter 2

Pad’s dorm stood next to the single officer’s dorms. He noticed that while other officers dated British and Irish nurses from the local hospitals, and took them back to their dorms, Pad never saw the lieutenant with any woman.

Pad sighed. RJ hadn’t acknowledged him when he arrived at the pool. After RJ swam for a few minutes, Pad walked to the side and took the steps farthest away from the lieutenant. Azure, rippling water enveloped him, cooled him from the heat. After he slid underneath one of the dividing pool ropes, he began his own set of laps, going at a slower pace partly because he knew he couldn’t keep up with the lieutenant, partly to watch him as he swam.

Both of them swam like this for a while, RJ doing two laps for Pad’s one until Pad saw the lieutenant had stopped. Breast-stroking to the edge, he leaned over a rope, panting from the laps. “Hey, Lieutenant.”

RJ took off his goggles and smiled. “What’s up, Pad? Didn’t see you earlier till you got in.”

“How was the flight to Riyadh and back?”

“Same old shit.” RJ shook the water from his face. “Not much to see other than desert. I’m jealous that you’re leaving this sand trap and going back home.”

Pad squinted then closed his eyes because the chlorine stung.

Wish we could talk about something besides work.

“You done with the laps?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Well, if you walked, I’ll give you a ride back to the office.”

“I’m good. Rode the bike today.”

“So you’re really serious about getting in better shape?”

“Trying, anyway.”

“Well, you can throw the bike in the flatbed of the truck if you want. It’s too fucking hot to bike.” As he said this RJ got out of the water, shook water from his ear, then faced the lounge chairs, away from Pad.

Pad edged closer to where RJ stood and stared at the outline of his boss’s cock. He never saw RJ like this before. In times past, RJ would wrap his towel around the waist then head off quickly to the showers.

He could see the head of RJ’s dick and its long stem.

Nice package.

After RJ stopped shaking his head, he turned to Pad. Pad jerked his neck away just in time. Even though “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” on paper protected him as long as he stayed in the closet, he’d heard stories about the witch-hunts the military conducted to kick out gay men and women

“Well, are you going with me, or not?” RJ asked.

“Sure, let me do one more lap.” Pad swam to the other side of the pool, counting numbers, hoping that his hard-on from gawking at RJ would subside. He got his wish, and his erection softened. As he got out, he saw the lieutenant head out into the changing room, RJ’s boots and clothes gathered in one arm. Pad grabbed his own clothes and scanned around the area. As usual, they were the only ones who swam during lunch.

When Pad approached the changing room, Lieutenant Davis stood under the shower closest to the door, his face under the water. Usually RJ stood farthest away in the corner in the only stall that had a plastic curtain. But this time RJ stood in a one of the open showers that had no privacy walls. Pad ogled RJ’s very large schlong, framed by the light brown hair. His balls hung low, and the foreskin covered much of the head. Pad cut his observation short, once he saw his boss turn towards his direction. He jumped in the opposite shower, took off his board shorts, and prayed the cold shower would reduce his second stiffy. He focused on counting again, but his erection still remained.

He didn’t hear RJ behind him.

“Man, hurry up,” he shouted.

Startled, Pad dropped his soap he held and without thinking, bent down.

“Nice ass.” RJ laughed. “Now I’ll never be able to forget that view.” RJ opened his gear and started to dress. “Hurry up, Airman, I don’t have all day.”

“Yes, sir,” was all Pad managed to mumble under the spray, afraid to turn around.

Did RJ just tell him he had a nice ass?

* * * *

After he heard the locker door closing, Pad quickly dried off, observing RJ throw his wet briefs into a plastic bag.

“Hey, I’ll wait for you in the truck, but make it quick. Got a briefing coming up.”

“I’ll be quick,” Pad responded, picking up the pace. Pad took a quick look in the mirror to make sure his hair lay correctly. His hazelnut-brown hair, brown eyes, and freckled nose made him look younger than his twenty-two years. Back home in Florida, he still got carded when going to the clubs. Satisfied that he was presentable, he rushed to the truck where Lieutenant Davis sat. He saw his bicycle already on the flatbed.

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