Authors: Crystal Rose
“Did my phone piss you off?” Mark asked lazily.
“No.”
“Then why did you abuse it?”
“Because Ryan's parents are fucking idiots. Wanna go to Ohio with me?”
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“Nope, killing them would only upset Ryan,” Mark said.
“Jerk.” Phillip leaned back in the chair and sighed.
“It doesn't really matter anymore; Phil. Ryan has so much family now that those two don't even register.”
“Yeah they do. For twenty-two years they loved him. How the hell they go from loving him to…? God that woman was so fucking cold I'd like to rip her head off.”
Phillip growled.
“You cussed her. Her poor little virgin ears are probably still bleeding. Let's call it even. Besides if you go to jail before Ryan can get back he'll be really bitchy. I don't like bitchy Ryan.”
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Phillip,
16Dec2006
Thank you.
Ryan.
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Phillip was half asleep when the phone started to ring. It wasn't abnormal for the phone to ring so late. Phillip had several friends who called this late to make sure he was okay or Ryan would call. His hand touched the phone and he picked it up. “'Ello?”
He breathed.
“You sound so fucking sexy when you first wake up.”
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Phillip grinned sleepily. “Keep that up and you'll be hearing me moan. I know that's what you want.”
“Yeah and all fifty of the guys behind me want to hear that too.” Ryan chuckled.
“Guess who emailed me a few days ago?”
“Umm, Mac?”
“Nope. Good guess though. My mother emailed me. She said she talked to some guy...Grabba something or other. Imagine my surprise.”
“Yeah? Well fuck, sounds like someone was pretending to be me.”
“Uh huh, only thing is supposedly this guy used 'coarse' language with her.
Know anything about that?”
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Phillip resisted an urge to laugh. “Um...Some asshole used coarse language with a preachers’ wife? What the fuck man? That's horrible.”
“That's what I said. But, it seems whatever this guy said...really made her think.
She wanted to let me know that she still didn't like my 'life choice' but she respected the fact I'm fighting the good fight.” Ryan snorted. “She made sure to tell me that this would be her only email and my 'father' would never know. But, in her own way she was proud of me.”
“Wow. So this guy helped to lube up her ass so she could move her head a little bit. This guy sounds fucking awesome.”
“Yeah, he is pretty fucking awesome. Matter of fact when I get back I'm gonna hunt him down. I owe him. Gonna rock his world.”
“Yeah?” Phillip stiffened and grinned. His cock was already half-hard. Ryan was the only person in the world that could get him hard just saying ‘hello’.
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“Oh yeah. I have this new game. It's called letting him fuck my mouth until he comes. I think he'll like it,” Ryan said slowly.
Phillip growled. “Oh yeah. I know he'll love it. Like a lot.”
“Think so? I may even--” His voice dropped even lower. “Let him fuck my ass.
It's been a long fucking time since anyone fucked me. I bet I'm really fucking tight.”
Phillip agreed with that. “What if you can't find him?” he asked, slowly stroking his aching cock.
“I dunno. I think I'll find him. Don't you?”
“Oh yeah,” Phillip breathed.
“Dude, are you masturbating?” Ryan laughed.
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“I hate you.”
“No you don't. You want me. And Phil?”
“Yeah?”
“When I get home...I will rock your world. My ass is all yours. Just for you.”
Phillip growled. “Remember that, Ryan. Because when you get home...oh hell..”
Ryan's breathing became ragged. He leaned into the phone booth, thanking whatever God it was that invented the privacy wall. “Gonna come for me, baby? I would really love to hear that.” Ryan purred. He could hear Phillip moaning. “Please. I need to hear you.”
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Phillip groaned. His hand stroked himself faster. He jerked harder and faster until he was nearly losing it. Then Ryan’s voice pushed him over the edge:
“Come for me, Phil. Please!”
That's all it took. Phillip growled and came all over his hand and belly.
“Fuck...Ryan...you seriously suck.”
“Uh huh, I am the one that has to walk away from here with a rock-hard cock.
Not you.”
“Serves you right,” Phillip said sleepily. “Gotta go?”
“Oh yeah. I'm getting dirty looks.” Ryan laughed. “I'll talk to you soon.”
“Uh huh.”
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Ryan,
25Dec2006
I've thought long and hard on what to get you for Christmas. But since you're way the fuck over there and I'm way the fuck over here I couldn't give you what I wanted. Instead I'm giving you this.
I think about you all the time. You are the first thing on my mind when I wake up and the last thing I think of when I sleep. Your name is a constant on my tongue. I wonder how you are; what you’re doing; and even if you ate enough that day.
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You'd like that I know you that well because every time we fuck I know exactly where, when and how hard to push you.
I know you, babe. I know what makes you tick. You love it when I masturbate.
Especially when I let you watch. You love when I run my hand down your chest. Your nipples are so sensitive that a simple breath can make them hard as stones.
You love fucking my mouth. You seriously love when I deepthroat you and then make those little noises that cause my throat to vibrate around you. I can hear your little whimpers and pleas, Ryan. It's the sexiest, fucking thing I have ever heard in my life.
But the thing that makes me realize how close to heaven I am is the way you respond when I'm buried balls deep inside of you. The last time we made love you tore my back to shreds. I loved it. Your mark was all over me. No one would ever be able to get that close to me. Ever.
Next time—when you’re home I'm going to take you, Ryan. I'm going to bend you over the couch and fuck you until you can't walk. This time I'm not going to use a condom either. I want a part of me inside of you that you can't wash off.
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much pleasure you will get from this but know this. I'll be just as happy. I'll have just as much pleasure from you being inside me as I get from being inside of you.
Now, to get this gift you have to stay sharp. Keep your head down. Don't be a hero unless you have to. All you have to do is survive. I know you can.
Always,
Phil
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Guys,
26Dec2006
MERRY CHRISTMAS! We are all eagerly awaiting your arrival back home.
Even though we know it isn't for a long time yet. Katie says for Ryan to hurry up and get home because her dad really misses him and so does she. Ken is sitting here laughing at me for tearing up but I can't help it. I miss you all so much.
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in the wheelchair to greet you. I think he's more worried about no sex if he can't walk.
But, that's just me.
Sandy
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Phillip, 1Jan2007
You—God damn. You did it on purpose didn't you? I've been a walking hard-on since I read your email. I'll make it home. There is no way I'm passing up an opportunity to fuck you. Not a chance.
I'm going to fuck you senseless. Fuck, I can already feel it. I'm going to gobble you fucking down, Phil. I'm going to suck you off like I never have. You're my fucking everything. I want to taste you. I want you to taste yourself on my lips.
Then I'm going to finger you up good, and slide in as deeply as I can. I'm so fucking hot for you right now I could—burst. September—just wait till September. I'm going to fuck you until YOU walk funny.
I'll be home, Phillip. Don't ever doubt it.
Ryan
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Ryan
1Jan2007
You know, I've always found you and Phil insanely hot but I always kinda saw Phil as the top. Probably because he's so damn dominant. Alex says I need to find a new hobby. It freaks him out that I think about you two having sex...now I think he gets what I'm all about, y'all. That was kinda hot...
Tory
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Gracin, 1Jan2007
I thank you. Seriously. Thank you. You’re the bestest. EVER.
Alex
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Dear
Ryan
Gracin,
2Jan2007
Your letter has been submitted and will be in our July 'Salute to our Troops'
edition of Penthouse.
Thanks for your submission,
Penthouse Editors. ( AKA Brenden)
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Ryan,
3Jan2007
When you check your email, make sure you're replying to the right one, and don't click ‘reply all’.
Patrick
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Ryan,
3Jan2007
Wow. Can I just say that was the best Christmas present EVER. If you wanna write Phil another one like that please do. I'll even forward a good heading for you.
Something like “Too hot to handle.” Or something equally as cheesy. How about ‘Be all you can FUCKING be - In The Arrrrrmy!
Tory? Do you think we could make money from it?
Sandy.
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Sandy
3Jan2007
Totally! I think we should make it into a book...wait, what if they let us watch?
Holy hell, you two. I'm all for that. I'm researching for a new book. Anal Sex: Love it or leave it. You two could be my muses. Come on guys! Work with me on this one!
Tory
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Everyone,
3Jan2007
Come on guys! Work with my wife. It will be great. She can debunk all the nasty rumors about gay sex. You'll be doing it for the greater good!
Alexander
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Alexander,
3Jan2007
You just want her to get all hot and bothered so you get laid.
Patrick
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Patrick
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3Jan2007
Duh!
Alexander
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Ryan,
3Jan2007
For fucks sakes! Ryan do me a favor...don't ever email me again.
Mark
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Ryan,
3Jan2007
Wow, baby I didn't know you were such an exhibitionist. When you get home we'll take care of that fetish.
Girls? You wanna watch? Maybe sell popcorn?
Phillip.
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Ryan,
4Jan2007
Well, this is to Phillip too. If you want I can set up a camera we could totally make a killing off it. Gay porn is HUGE. And you two are kinda pretty. Well, Ryan is anyways. Don't worry, I'll make it all tasteful and shit. I'm reading up on how to shoot the correct angles.
I even have cool porn names for you both. We can call Phillip: Phillip Longdong. And for Ryan: Ryan Takesituptherear. Come on admit it. It's pure genius!
I'll even cut you guys in 50/50. Come on Phil do it for your family, man! You'll be rich. And think of this way, Ryan. If you do it you'll be rolling in cash so you won't have to deploy again.
Kenneth (I need a cool porn name.)
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Kenneth,
4Jan2007
How about Dumbass McQuetip
Phillip.
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Everyone,
5Jan2007
I Hate You All.
Ryan.
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The deployment was going slowly. Mark hated that. He was working on his routine and dealing with a grumpy-assed Phillip most days. HE could handle it though.
He was happy Phillip was awake and dealing with everything in his own way. Mark knew Phillip had nightmares...a lot. The dark-haired man never talked about them but Mark knew the signs.
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never deviated from the list. Mark on the other hand spent an untold amount of money on things that just 'sounded' good.
He normally hated the supermarket, namely because of all the army wives. He knew there were good ones out there. Hell, Tory freaking rocked. But, his dealings with them were limited to his bar and the supermarket. The ones that came to his bar were generally 'war-widows.' The kind that got all dolled up on Friday night when their husband was overseas and scratched an itch that they had. Or the ones that figured since they were in the Army (when in reality it was their husband who was in the Army) they knew all about what was going on.
He couldn't stand either type. He was grabbing a package of cheddar cheese when he overheard two of them talking.
“They send our men over there and turn them into monsters!” one said. Mark felt himself becoming edgy.
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“I know! And they expect US to make them all better. Larry damn near tried to strangle me in his sleep!” the other said.
Mark clenched his jaw tight.
“Fucking Army,” the first one groused.
“We should write the President! This has got to stop. What if he comes home and tries to kill our kids?”
Mark figured he looked like one of those cartoons - steam pouring from his ears, his face beet-red. This was why he didn't like going to the supermarket.
When he turned the corner there they were. He knew one. She came to his bar.
She was the 'free' sort when her husband was deployed.
“Well, if they come home and kill us MAYBE someone will pay attention.”
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“We'd only be lucky if he came home and killed you,” Mark muttered. He thought he kept it quiet, but both women gasped and stared at him.