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Designated Buddy

Justin’s buddy Alex was a fine young man in his own right - polite, intelligent, an attentive listener and a good conversationalist. Officer material, for sure. I could see why he and Justin paired up so well, and why they’d worked it out to be each other’s required buddies while they were ashore for the craziness of their first Fleet Week in New York.

But there was a point where I was ready for him to move along. Me and Justin were past due for some time on our own together. He already had a designated buddy while he was in Manhattan, and I had lined up a series of activities for us today, all the way up to his curfew. He was only here for a few days, and then it might be a whole year more before this kind of opportunity came back up again. I was itching to get to that part of Fleet Week, and the sight of these two handsome young men in their summer whites sitting across the table from me at my favorite steakhouse wasn’t helping to ease the near-jitters of excitement I was feeling.

I didn’t want to seem rude, or pushy, but when Alex politely excused himself to hit the head, his ass tight and round and flexing almost as beautifully as Justin’s did in his white uniform trousers, I had to press the issue a little.

“Alex seems like a good guy,” I said, toying with my bourbon glass.

“He’s the best,” Justin said, with that little smile of his, a just-between-us-guys smile that I recognized well. “We’ve been tight since we first met each other. It’s easy to get to know a bunch of dudes out there - you know how that is - but he’s a true friend. We’ve got a lot in common.”

In spite of myself, I felt my loins tingle at that. Justin was a many-layered young man - athlete, scholar, serviceman - but beneath all that, he was a lusty, red-blooded, all-American young horndog with a kinky streak a mile wide. My kind of man, in other words. I tried not to picture the muscular young redhead sitting across from me and his equally fit, equally handsome olive-skinned sailor friend together in the many ways Justin and I had been together since he was in high school. Tried real hard, but didn’t entirely succeed, because my cock was starting to stir in my suit pants, and I found myself adjusting the napkin in my lap to cover the growing bulge of it. It made me all the more eager to get the alone time with Justin we’d both planned for with so much excitement.

“So… does he have any plans for the rest of the day?” I asked with studious casualness, leaving the implication that me and Justin definitely did. 

Justin’s smile twitched a little wider as he gave me a level, almost playful look across the table, and the sudden realization that he really wasn’t a kid anymore, he was well and truly a man, sent a kind of wistful thrill through me that I hadn’t quite expected.

“I’ll tell you what,” he said, leaning forward on the table, his voice a little lower and deeper, confidential, man-to-man, and sexy as all get out. “Why don’t you ask him when he gets back, Dad?”

I was still mentally scratching my head at that, wondering just what my son was up to, when Alex returned. He was a damn fine-looking young man, I thought to myself as he slid into the booth, his crisp white shirt pulling tight against the flatness of his stomach. Soccer and wrestling, I decided, maybe baseball - he was trim, tight and agile, just like my boy. I’d fuck the living daylights out of him, if my even hotter son wasn’t sitting right here. If I wasn’t already planning on a long afternoon and evening of fucking the living daylights out of my boy Justin.

“So, Dad was wondering what you had planned the rest of the day, bro?” Justin said to him, and the grin and the look Alex gave him, the quick but deep moment of silent communication between them, pinged my radar.

“Well, Justin mentioned that you and him had a few things planned, sir,” Alex said, turning his smile on me.

“Uh… he did, did he?” I managed. My mouth was suddenly very dry. Justin was looking right at me with that Mona Lisa smile of his, almost like he knew I was squirming inside, wondering just how much he’d shared with his best friend here.

“I don’t know if Justin told you, sir,” Alex said, “but I was raised by my mother. Never knew my father. I guess maybe Justin did tell you that him and me, well… we’ve got a lot in common.”

That smiling, communicative look between them. My cock was starting to throb beneath the table now.

“Permission to speak frankly, sir?” Alex said, leaning forward on the table, the muscles tensing under his tanned skin. I looked at Justin, and nodded.

“I think the bond you two have is… well, it’s awesome, sir,” he said, his voice deep and low and quiet, respectful but manly as hell too. “It’s the kind of bond I wish I’d had. Me and Justin, we talked a little on the way back to the States… and I think the plans you two have for the rest of the day sound amazing, sir. If it’s not too much of an imposition, well… I’d love to tag along, if you’d have me.”

The two of them smiled wider at me, their young Navy officer charisma in full effect, as the tumblers inside my brain clicked into place and I got what my son’s friend was really saying. Blame it on the steak and a couple of drinks, I guess, but I was catching up real fast.

“Maybe we should get another drink, Dad?” my son suggested.

“And then the check, I think,” I said, amazed at how cool and in control I sounded, because inside, I most definitely was not.

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