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Click hereFor three days, I agonized. Men were starting to reappear at the Dick Hut, but they were there to bury themselves in drink, not to pursue hookups, and none of them could tell me about either Dutch or the lieutenant. On the second day, the pimply young sailor showed up, shell shocked, and I took him up to my rooms and we made love like he'd never done before. If nothing else, I was able to push the remembrance of that brutal attack out of his mind for a couple of hours.
But he couldn't fill the needs of my life. Only either Dutch or the lieutenant—or both—could do that for me.
On the third day, within three hours of each other, I found out that both Dutch and the lieutenant were alive and recovering from superficial wounds.
That was two days ago. Now I am back to my naval dilemma. Either Dutch or the lieutenant, both of whom are only fleeting pleasures, as they now surely will be transferred away from here quickly. Or neither—the continuing of my life as relief and comfort for needy, now increasingly frightened and endangered sailors, like my young, pimply sailor.
I don't know what to do. My story doesn't end here. All I can say is that both of my lovers survived that terrible attack on Pearl Harbor. And for now, maybe that's enough.
You created the great atmosphere of drunken sailors, testosterone filled, raunchy, and seedy sex for your character's Ano'i, Dutch, and Lt. Richard Randolph. I could smell, see, and feel the life they were going through. You added nice depth to Ano'i when he protected and advised the young blonde pimply boy. Was pleased that your characters survived the Japanese attack at Pearl Harbor. I very much enjoyed the story and characters. Your sex scenes were diverse, vivid and exciting. I loved Ano'i's dilemma. It added a believable tension throughout the later part of the story.
this guy must be truly fukked up if he couldn't decide between somebody who wanted to own and torture him and someone who wanted to love and be partners with him. he obviously deserves the owned/tortured for even thinking about not accepting the love/partnership....then the lt. can leave him tied up for a week and he'll die of thirst and starvation- but at least he'll go with his memories of being tied up and beaten with a riding crop and having his face grinded into the floor, etc...
i hope you don't have the same psychological affliction as your character
As usual, another well written short story! Hope you're working on the next chapter so we can find out who he shall choose as a lover.