The Object of His Desires

Chapter Three- Peter

Don’t ask, don’t tell. That was the Navy’s policy for gays in their service, all branches of the military for that matter. And Peter respected it. The first day he met Ryan, he knew he was gay, he knew that he wanted him and he knew that eventually they would be together. It was all chemistry according to him. But when it came to telling anyone about their relationship, that was strictly taboo. Peter had a chance right after he and Ryan became a couple to end his service to the Navy, but not knowing where the relationship was headed and wanting to keep his independence, he re-enlisted. Ryan was furious. “You mean we have to go another four years before we can be seen together in public! That’s ridicules!” Peter tried to remain calm and not sound callous. “How do you even know we will still be together in four years?”

It didn’t matter how hard Peter had tried not to; he had cut Ryan right to the core. It was obviously his first gay relationship and he already had them bedded and wed.
“Because I don’t want to be with anyone else!” Ryan choked out on the verge of tears. Peter pulled him to his chest and kissed him, hard and furious, passion rising fervently in them both. “Neither do I Ryan, but I can’t give up a career right now. Can you try to understand?”

Ryan didn’t understand, but after they had stripped and Peter had buried his beautiful cock in Ryan’s tight asshole and plunged it in and out for over ten minutes, rubbing Ryan’s prostate and stretching his sphincter to a huge, pulsing orifice, Ryan relented.
“I hate it when you’re gone for so long too.” Ryan said again while they were lying in bed, cuddled together like a matched set of spoons. Peter smiled and stroked the back of Ryan’s head, twisting his finger in Ryan’s gorgeous sandy brown hair.

“I guess we’ll just have to fuck every chance we get between now and then.” Ryan smiled thinking about how happy he felt when Peter was between his legs licking and tonguing his pink rosebud hole and priming it for the huge head of his cock to slip inside. He snuggled back into Peter and felt his prick rising against his ass cheek. Ryan rubbed his ass against Peter’s belly and cock, waiting for the object of his desire to become rigid enough to fuck him again. Peter started to kiss down Ryan’s back in order to get to his man-pussy, but Ryan stopped him when he flipped over.

“Like this tonight, I want to see your eyes!” So Peter crawled up between Ryan’s outstretched knees and kissed the inside of his thighs and along the crease of his legs, to his balls and cockhead and then underneath to his puckered hole. Peter loved rimming Ryan’s asshole, Ryan was obsessive about keeping himself clean and fresh for Peter’s tongue and even though Peter liked his sex a little raunchier, he loved the fact the Ryan did all of his grooming just to make Peter happy. Peter continued his assault on Ryan’s anus, hardening his tongue and pushing as far into him as he could. Then he slipped up and grabbed the KY out of Ryan’s nightstand to coat his dick. Peter positioned himself above Ryan, with the mushroom shaped head of his cock just pushing at Ryan’s backdoor. Ryan was overcome with lust at the picture of Peter getting ready to fuck him. He grabbed onto Peter’s flanks and shoved the cock as far into him as it would go. Peter’s steeled prick shuddered as it sped past Ryan’s tight ring and pushed up into his fuck tunnel. He could feel Ryan’s balls hitch and his glands pulse as he hit bottom.

Peter’s big balls bounced against Ryan’s asscheeks and he slowly withdrew a little and began a slow, deep fucking motion into Ryan’s perfect sheath of flesh. Ryan was blissful. He loved the sex, the lover and his entire life since Peter had come into it and now with Peter fucking him like he belonged to him, he was overcome with passion, lust and love. Peter kept fucking him slow and hard, knowing that Ryan wanted to be taken, wanted to be claimed, wanted to be Peter’s property, his sex slave and his only love.

When he came, Peter shot his ropy streams all over Ryan’s stomach and just as he had regained his composure, Ryan started to shoot his cum. Peter swiftly got down on his elbows in front of Ryan’s exploding cock and collected most of his semen, then he slid up Ryan’s slippery stomach and fed Ryan his own load. They swirled the salty fuck sauce between their tongues and continued to deeply kiss until Peter rolled to Ryan’s side. They didn’t say anything else, but they both knew that this was the night that their bond had become as vows and their fucking had been the commitment that sealed their relationship together for the waning hours that Peter would have to be away. They snuggled and kissed in the morning like newlyweds and Ryan no longer felt as though he would lose Peter to another sailor while he was away.

Peter was not so sure about leaving Ryan with Luann, though. He liked Luann, she was happy and accepting of their relationship under what could only be called the weirdest of circumstances. Peter knew that Luann loved Ryan, had loved him almost all of her life, but she loved him so much that all that mattered to her was his happiness; Peter didn’t quite understand that part. When Luann had seen how happy Ryan was with Peter, she had insisted he move in with them right away. Then things started to get even weirder for Peter.

One night while Ryan and Peter were fucking on Ryan’s bed, Peter heard Luann outside of the door, obviously masturbating. The next day with puffy red eyes and a broken voice, he saw her telling Ryan how much she wanted to be included in their newfound relationship. Ryan came to him and explained how it was with them. How they had grown together while they were growing up. Peter explained to Ryan point blank. “I don’t do chicks babe,” he said, “it just doesn’t turn me on.”

Ryan had looked dejected and that night when Peter came home, he found Ryan pumping Luann’s pussy for all it was worth. Now it was Peter’s turn to be outraged. “How could you?” He screamed at Ryan. “You don’t understand Peter,” Ryan explained as he pulled on his jeans and followed Peter into their bedroom. “ I never said I would stop my relationship with Lulu. I just can’t, there is too much there between us, it’s like she is part of me.”

Peter still didn’t understand and had thought about taking all of his shit and leaving that night, but when he found Ryan curled up in a ball on the corner of the bed sobbing later, he decided to try and work the whole thing out.

That was two months before he left on this tour. For those two months, he and LuAnn gave each other a wide berth. She kept to herself when Peter was home and Ryan did not bring anything else up about threesomes or including Luann in their sex lives. Peter knew that Ryan was still fucking her, but somehow after the initial realization, he found it easier to accept. At the end of September, with fall fast approaching, Peter, Ryan and Luann had a picnic in a park near the house. They laughed and played as old friends would. Luann took pictures of Ryan and Peter cuddling together on the old quilt that Ryan had brought along to sit on. Peter whispered in his ear while they were waiting for her to snap the picture “Don’t forget how good it feels when my cock is opening up your juicy asshole nice and wide.” Ryan’s smile was huge and defined in the picture and Luann told him that he had never looked more at peace. Ryan snickered a little, his face getting rosy, when she gave them each framed copies of the picture the day that Peter left for sea.

That was almost three full months ago and Peter had just gotten word that they were pulling in early from their tour. He couldn’t wait to surprise Ryan and to get his throbbing cock into that sweet little pucker.