This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me - all E-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. I would like to acknowledge the assistance I received in preparing this story from a great writer named, Kai. Without him this work would have remained in my head and would not have been put onto paper. The errors are mine and mine alone.

The Three Day Pass
Chapter 5

By JoyStick

His eyes adjusted to the changing light as the bus left the darkness of the Lincoln tunnel and came into the bright sunlight of morning. Once again he was looking out of the window at Manhattan, only this time he was staring at the receding skyline of the city. As he leaned back into the seat trying to get comfortable, his mind wandered and images of the past three days flooded his head. Three days ago, was it really only three days ago that all this started? Just three days since he had entered this city, with nothing more in mind then having a good time. A belated twenty-first birthday celebration was all he had planed on. Perhaps to get a little drunk, pick up some cunt, have a ball, and possibly even shack up and fuck the living shit out of her. But a woman was not what he wound up with. No; instead of a woman, he had shacked up with a GUY. Impossible, but true! He was still in a state of shock. What a difference those three days had made. He could not believe what had happened and how he had changed in so short a time. What had happened to him? Where did he go wrong, (if it was wrong)?

He closed his eyes and shook his head trying to clear the thoughts and pictures from his brain. But one thought kept returning over and over and over again. That thought was Richard, or Rich, as he preferred to be called. Richard just filled his mind. Even the lingering smell of his aftershave triggered erotic sexual fantasies. Joseph's fingers reached under his shirt where they found and touched the heavy gold chain that Richard had placed there. He felt his cock getting harder and harder.

“Stop it,” he kept telling himself. But, try as hard as he might, one indelible picture kept reappearing before his mind's eye: the picture of himself and Richard, dancing nude together last night after dinner. The sound of the music filling his ears and the combined odor of that damn aftershave and their heated bodies...

Closing his eyes, he drifted off into a deep sleep, only to be awakened by the bus driver shouting, "Hey this is where you get off soldier boy." As quickly as he could, he shook the sleep from his eyes, gathered his gear, stepped down from the bus and found himself at the base gate. After showing his orders to the MP in