[SS-300] Annual Visit

[ANNUAL VISIT]

After a long day of hanging out at your favorite places in your humble home town, finally you get to spend an intimate moment with him.

He undresses in front of you and looks at you with so much longing. His naked body seems different from the last time you saw it. He was not joking when he told you he is working out more seriously. 

You also remove your heavy clothes. You also bare your body with pride to your lover. The kind of work that you do maintains your physique. You know he likes it by the way he licks his lips.

He embraces you and kisses you squarely in the mouth. You miss how sweet his saliva is. His lips are so soft. He inhales the air inside your lungs. He renders you almost breathless.

Your hands travel each other's gracious part, as if your fingers want to store the memory of every crevice.

He finds your thick scars. He knows where the old ones are. But he searches for new ones. He covers the length of your body and finds them.

Both of your cocks are already in full mast. He suggests a sixty nine. You find yourselves on his bed, heads in opposite directions. Even after a year, you still remember how his manhood felt like in your mouth, and you still know how to pleasure its sensitive parts. He still gives the best blowjobs.

He moans and tells you he needs to be fucked by you. You kiss him as you enter him bare. You can see him wincing in pain. But you know how to hit the spots in his bowel. After a few minutes, he starts begging for more. The pressure and longing is just too much. You come inside his hole.

He then rolls you over. He will fuck you now. And you let him. He would always be the only one whom you will allow to penetrate you. He is special. He will always be.

Your sexual frenzy lasts for hours. Both of you are sleepless as the morning comes. Finally, you decide you had enough. He invites you to his kitchen for coffee. He puts his clothes on and waits for you.

You pick up the military uniform on the floor and reluctantly cover your body with it. Time is up.

He hands you a mug of hot brew and you both sip on it. Your stomach grumbles with all the acid. 

"So?" he asks meekly.

"So."

"You coming home to her?"

"Yeap. I have one more week then I'm back to the warzone again."

He frowns, "I wish you never had to lea--"

"Don't say that. Not now. Please. You had your chance. We had our chance. I have kids now," you mumble emotionally.

He looks at you, obviously trying to hold back his tears, "I know. I know that these once a year visits with me is all I can have with you. And your letters."

You touch his face, "yes. And your letters too. They keep me sane when I am in troubled places."

"I love y--"

You stop him by locking his lips with a kiss. Of course he loves you. Of course you love him. But only saying the unallowable will only make things worse for both of you.

He passionately kisses back and consumes what is left his twenty-four hours with you.

But these very rare moments with him, is enough to keep you living your life.