Marching Orders Pt. 02

Scott sat in his car, in front of what his GPS told him was the correct house. He checked his texts. "Hey, running a few minutes late. Sorry. Meeting with new client went longer than expected." That was ok, Scott thought. It would give him a chance to prepare himself. It had been a hectic couple of weeks. He'd shown up to the mall looking for a man, found him, and been be dominated in the backseat of a Ford Fusion. That encounter had been hot and satisfying. It had also filled him with guilt and embarrassment.

He'd lain naked, sweaty, and used in the backseat of the car when Ray, the one responsible, had taken pity on him and offered an opportunity. A possible meeting with someone who might be able to relate. Someone who had been in his position before: married to a woman and secretly having sex with men; John, who was now pulling into the drive way.

That had seemed to be the extent of Ray's interest in Scott. Just a few days earlier, the thirty-six-year-old Army Major had been unable to keep himself from going back. He wondered through the mall aimlessly, pretending to look at things, before he finally found what he was looking for. Ray was sitting at the end of a corridor lined by empty stores. Here you could find concealed nooks and empty rooms that one might be able to sneak into for a quick rendezvous. Scott couldn't help but wonder why someone partnered might spend his time in a place like this.

He ambled conspicuously over to where the large, muscular man sat, engrossed by something on his phone. Scott wasn't noticed until he quietly sat down. Ray looked over at him with a hint of surprise. Scott wasn't sure how to approach this but he had only gone there for one thing so he decided to get to the point.

"Do you want to go somewhere?" He said, right away.

During their last meeting Scott had noticed something different about this man, he'd seemed less predacious, less on the prowl than the first time they met. This time Scott notice something else: apathy.

Ray shrugged. "I'm not in the mood," he said, before going back to his phone.

Scott was taken aback. His mind went to their last encounter. He clenched. He felt so empty. He wanted to feel Ray inside of him again.

"What?" he said in a stage whisper, there was no one close by in this part of the mall but one could never be too careful. "What about... last time?"

"Seemed like you needed it," Ray said nonchalantly.

Scott's face burned. He looked down at his feet for a few minutes. He got up and turned to leave, but turned back with a few burning questions.

Scott was five-eight and lean. When completing his Army fitness assessments, he could do sit-ups all day and run like the wind. But... he almost always struggled with pushups. He was toned and fit, but not nearly as muscular as Ray. In his desperation, he couldn't help but wonder if Ray might be waiting for a better option.

"Are you waiting for someone... better looking?" Scott couldn't believe he said that out loud. The man who was currently turning him down spoke plainly.

"Ehh, you're better looking than most of the closet cases cruising for dick out here. I mean, you could work on your glutes more, but you're actually one of the few guys I'd actually want to fuck out here."

It was a strange sort of... compliment? Just one more question kept Scott from walking away.

"Then why are you here?" He asked. "How are you always in these... cruising spots?"

Ray fixed Scott with a peculiar look. Then he smirked. "I just really like the mall," he said.

Scott couldn't help but feel like he was missing something but his pride was wounded and he needed to exit before he embarrassed himself further. Scott drove away confused, deflated, and very horny. It was disappointing but at least he had another meeting to look forward to.

As the blue metallic BMW drove slightly past Scott's Camry and then backed into the driveway, he caught a glimpse inside, and received a quick wave. After parking, John quickly hopped out and waved Scott forward. He then scuttled to the front door while Scott made his way up behind him.

"Sorry I'm late," John said, once Scott met him at the door. "I'm trying to build new client relationships so you kind of have to, you know, go with their flow."

Scott didn't know. He was completely ignorant of the world in which this man operated. But he was intrigued. John was wearing a light blue shirt that matched his eyes and complimented his dark brown hair. His grey dress pants fit nicely and when he turned away, Scott couldn't help but notice how they framed his backside. Attractive guy, Scott thought, and pretty put together.

"It's fine," Scott said, running a hand over his closely clipped hair. "Thanks for even doing this."

Once inside, Scott was directed toward the living room couch.

"I'm going to run upstairs and get out of these clothes but you go ahead and have a seat. I'll be right back."

John had a casual and friendly demeanor. Welcoming. Scott could feel himself loosening up a bit and while he waited on the couch, he wondered just how much he should tell. Did John know about what he and Ray had gotten up to? Would he judge? There wasn't much time to ponder as John quickly bounded down the stairs wearing a thick, blue cotton t-shirt and pair of shorts.

"Can I get you something to drink? Water, beer, something stronger?"

"I'm fine, thanks," Scott replied.

He wasn't sure of how to begin. Luckily, John took the lead and started with some small talk. "Did you find the place ok?" "How was traffic?" "Which direction are you coming from?" This led to gradually more personal questions.

"Did you grow up in this area?"

"Actually, I'm from Iowa," Scott said, before a brief back and forth about what it was like to grow up there. "What about you?"

"Richmond," John said. "Not too far away. I lived there my whole life before I moved here."

The banter between two men took on friendlier and more relaxed tone as the conversation progressed. Scott talked about how he was not quite happy with his career so far and wondered how to improve his standing at work. John provided a few astute observations and talked about how he had started a financial services company and recently sold his stake. He had essentially been forced out.

"They like to brand themselves as a 'family' company but most of the partners have mistresses, at least two have illegitimate kids, and one of them has been hitting on me for months. I'm working as an independent consultant now."

Finally, it was time for the real reason for Scott's visit. John, again, guided the conversation.

"So, I how did you end up here?" The question came casually, without judgement. That was nice because Scott felt that perhaps his actions might be a bit indefensible.

He thought for a moment. It was a broad enough question that he could start anywhere. But, in the interest of getting to the point he summarized.

"Well, it's pretty straightforward. I was a young lieutenant and I went home to Iowa for the first time after a couple years on active duty. Everyone was fawning all over me and asking me when I'd get married. I was introduced to my wife. She seemed ready to settle down and interested in being a military wife. I think she also just really wanted to leave Iowa too. We went long distance. Every time I'd go home people would talk about how we such were a perfect couple and she was so excited about being an officer wife, so... we got married. I wasn't crazy about the idea of kids at first and after we had our daughter that was pretty much it."

"And...?"

"And, I was attracted to guys. I've never... had feelings for a guy. It was mostly just oral until what happened with Ray a few months ago. I had just turned 36 and for some reason I just felt like I was missing out on something. And then we did what we did... in a dressing room at the mall."

"What did you do?" John asked. It was not asked with any salaciousness, only curiosity.

Scott breathed deeply and recapped his adventure, hoping that this time it would not devolve into a degrading sexual encounter. John listened without reaction and offered reassurance when Scott's cheeks reddened and his voice trailed off.

"And that was your first time bottoming?" John asked at the end.

"Yeah."

"But Ray's so BIG." The words slipped out and John immediately bit his tongue.

It was at that point that Scott noticed the pillow that had been strategically placed over his host's crotch.

"Seems like I might have overshared," Scott said.

"Oh, no definitely not. This is exactly the kind of thing we're here to talk about." John was bit embarrassed.

"Looks like I might have...turned you on a little."

John blushed. He was so different from both Ray and Gary. "That story was really something."

"Well, I could take care of that if it's...distracting." Scott wondered if he sounded silly. John went bashful.

"It's fine. You don't have to do that."

"I kind of...want to," Scott said, honestly.

"Oh, well...that might be nice."

"And we can keep talking afterwards?" Scott asked.

"Of course, I'm here for whatever you need."

Scott leaned forward on the couch. The shorts John wore were a simple button-zipper combo and once those small inconveniences where undone, Scott reached inside of them and pulled out John's nice-sized cock.

There was no hesitation when Scott took it into his mouth. Scott's new friend tasted clean and salty. When John leaned back against the couch's armrest and placed a hand on the back of his head, there was nothing forceful or pushy about it. This cock was nice but not as big as Ray's and Scott was able to take the whole thing into his mouth with little effort. The moans were different than Ray's. They were softer, more vulnerable, and the hand on the back of his head felt more like support than domination.

As Scott continued to slide his mouth up and down in John's lap, he started to taste precum and liked being able to savor it. This might have been the first time that wasn't rushed. Scott decided to switch positions. The Major pulled up and wiped his mouth with one hand while holding John's cock with the other. He knelt down on the floor. Once again, he took John into his mouth. Scott was hard but all of his focus was on pleasing his new friend.

The pace quickened with both Scott's mouth and his hand. John's moans took on a new intensity and then something Scott was not used to happened: a tap on the shoulder.

"I'm close," John warned. Most of the guys Scott blew were not so courteous. He kept going. "I'm gonna cum. I'm --"

John's body tensed and Scott pulled back just in time. His cock twitched and sputtered, oozing semen into Scott's fingers and down his wrist. The orgasm ended with a loud exhale. Scott was a little embarrassed to see that he had gotten cum on John's shorts.

"Guess I should throw these in the wash," he said standing up. Instead of buttoning up his shorts, John dropped them to the floor. Scott was immediately both impressed and envious. Black briefs lined a near perfect bubble butt sitting on nicely toned hamstrings. John was not a body builder like Ray but he took great care of his body and he definitely did not skip leg day. Scott on the other hand was a bit of a hard gainer. Checking out John's body prompted more questions. Does Ray hookup with John? What did his boyfriend look like? If Scott wanted to have sex with Ray, how could he compete?

These silly thoughts swirled as John headed towards what must have been his laundry room carrying the cum-stained clothing and then up the stairs for a new pair of shorts. When he returned, Scott went sheepish.

"So, I guess... I should go?" he asked.

"We can keep talking if you want. But we should probably keep our dicks in our pants." John's casual demeanor got chuckle out of Scott. "The bathroom's right over there if you want to wash your hands."

As they started to delve into the past, the conversation continued with ease.

"Well, I got my college girlfriend pregnant when I was 21," John said. "She didn't tell me first. I didn't go away to college. My parents wouldn't let me."

Scott interrupted, "How did they not let you? You were 18, right?"

"Yes, but I was a very sheltered 18. I got into NYU, UCLA, the University of Miami, all the places I thought might be fun and get me away from my strict parents and my asshole brother but... they held the purse strings. I'd never had a job, or my own money, or really even left the state. My dad would make these offhand comments about what 'They'" - John help up his fingers in air quotes - "might do to me in the big city. They said that the only way they'd support me was if I didn't go away. So, I stayed local and met my wife freshmen year. I didn't know it but we actually grew up close to each other. Even went to rival high schools. When she found out she was pregnant, she went straight to my parents. I came home from class one day and they were all just sitting in the living room waiting for me. My parents, her parents, and her. My dad informed me that I would 'do the right thing' or end up out on the street with no support, no family, and definitely no more tuition."

"That's harsh," Scott said.

"I had started to develop feelings for other guys but I was so repressed that I couldn't really wrap my head around it. I got married, we had our second son, and life just went on."

"But you started hooking up with guys?" Scott asked.

"Yes. The first time anything happened was right after I found out about the pregnancy. I got drunk, really drunk, with a few friends and ended up falling asleep in the same bed with a guy I had been friends with for a while. It wasn't much, just masturbating but I tried to forget it. Throughout my marriage I'd go for a year or two without any kind of physical contact with a guy and then all of a sudden I'm jerking some guy off in the sauna at the gym." John shook his head.

"Sounds like me in a nutshell. Except, instead off jerking guys off in the sauna, I started blowing guys around base."

John gave a look of recognition. Scott wanted to know more. "So... how did you end up here?" he asked.

"Well, we got some new neighbors. I got involved with the husband. That got messy, really messy. We got caught." Scott's eyes widened in shock as John continued. "It's actually what led to my divorce. But, I'm good now. I have my freedom. It didn't happen the way I would have wanted but I can do whatever I want now. I wish I'd had the strength to end my marriage earlier, without the strife and the embarrassment but... I'm better now than I was when I was married. Maybe you will be too. But, maybe not. That's for you to decide. One thing you have to do is be honest with yourself. When you lie to yourself, you get caught off guard. You end up doing things and regretting them later. Trust me, I know. I used to tell myself 'I'm just going over to my neighbor's basement to watch sports and drink a few beers' and then I'd end up with his dick in my mouth."

Scott let out a joyless laugh. "Lying to myself is how I ended up bent over the backseat of Ray's car. But...I liked it."

"I understand, sneaking around can be hot. Just know the risks and be prepared," John said.

They talked for a while more, about sex, work, and other things. John gave actually gave some great advice on how to handle his higher ups, how to manage egos. Eventually, the conversation came to its natural conclusion and the two men parted ways. Leaving John's place, Scott felt better. Settled. The conversation had really helped, and the most helpful piece advise was also the most obvious: be honest with yourself. Those were the words that stuck out in Scott's mind the most.

John had an enviable life. He had his own place and the freedom to date or have sex with whoever he wanted without fear of getting caught. It would be nice to have that, but ultimately, not realistic for Scott. John quite clearly had money, at least more than Scott did. And, his kids were older. One was starting college and the other was only a year behind. Scott's daughter was almost a decade away from that. The idea of a messy divorce, splitting assets, child support, alimony... it was just too much. Scott made a decision. He would stay married, stay with his wife, and climb as high in his Army career as the next six years would allow, and... Scott would keep seeing other men. He'd maintain the status quo for as long it remained viable.

Scott now knew exactly what he wanted and what was needed to get it. The next day at work Scott walked into his commander's office and fell on his sword. He owned up to his work being sub-par. He self-deprecated while inflating his superior's ego. He asked for help. He volunteered for things he would have normally avoided. As far as everyone who mattered was concerned, he turned over a new leaf. The next thing he did was volunteer his wife for whatever charity event or unit picnic his commander's wife might be organizing at the moment. It would keep her busy and put her in contact with the "officer wives" club, which she seemed to find value in.

Finally, Scott found Ray again and managed to gain an audience with him behind a mostly empty building where they were unlikely to be seen. It was late afternoon and a crop of trees began where the asphalt of the parking lot ended. Scott parked next to them and waited until a silver Jeep Wrangler parked a short distance away. This time he understood the difference between their first encounter and now. Ray had other options. Not that he didn't before, but now he had a steady supply. Scott had to make himself a useful and exciting alternative.

"I met up with John," Scott started. "He's a good-looking guy with a great ass and I'm guessing that you get to have a little fun with it from time to time. I'm also imagining that whoever this boyfriend of yours is must be something special if he was able to get you to locked in. And then there's me. I've been adding some leg workouts to my normal regimen but I'm still likely the third hottest fuck you could have at any given time. But I know what you want."

"And what is that?" Ray asked, intrigued.

"Control. Domination. You want someone that you can push around. Who'll do whatever you want, however you want with no hesitation and no questions asked. You want someone to jump when you say jump. You want someone to be your pet. You want someone to be your dog. Well....woof woof."

Ray fixed Scott with an intense look and moved in close. "I'm in charge," he said.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir."

Ray circled Scott the way a hungry wolf might circle a wounded antelope, before standing in front with his arms crossed. It made his biceps look even bigger. Scott was on pins and needles. He had been honest with himself. He loved what Ray did to him in that dressing and in the back seat of that car. He loved the rough way he'd been handled. The way Ray had pushed past every limit he'd ever had. He wanted to be used. He wanted to be dominated. Finally, Ray spoke.

"Take off your clothes."

Scott looked around nervously, unsure of whether or not he could fully commit to what he had just said.

"Don't worry," Ray said in an almost paternal tone. "No one's coming back here and I know where ALL of the cameras are."

Of course, Scott thought. It had come out casually in conversation with John that Ray was a cop. From the moment Scott decided to follow Ray into that dressing room at the mall there had been a level of control and certainty that made no sense for someone who was just casually cruising. Scott's breaths were shaky, he struggled to still his racing heart, and if he spoke his voice might have trembled. But... his left hand reached for the sleeve of his t-shirt. He pulled it over his right arm and then over his head, dropping it on the ground. His shorts were the athletic sort with only a drawstring. One quick tug and they fell to the ground as well. He stepped out of them and his flip-flops at the same time. The hard, gritty surface of the asphalt under his feet gave Scott a jolt of excitement that he couldn't quite understand. Finally, without waiting for another word from Ray, the major pulled down his boxers, leaving himself completely exposed.