Finding a New Sam

By Habu

Keith and Sam, mercenary soldiers for Blackwater, came through multiple tours in Iraq and Afghanistan. Each has taken a bullet for the other, and the two became as close as two men can be and were the perfect fit—Keith being extremely hard to accommodate, but Sam being able to. Once safely back in the States, and happily married to each other, Sam unexpectedly dies. This has left Keith full of sexual frustration and searching for that new Sam who can take him like Sam could. The search leads him to a Richmond bar, a Richmond gay men’s support club, and a hike on the Appalachian Trail; all in search of the perfect fit.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BarbarianSpy
• Release date: Feb 27, 2016
• ISBN: 9781925190687

Habu

Habu is one of the pen names of a former supersonic spy jet pilot, intelligence agent, male model, movie actor, and diplomat. A wild youth in South East Asia was spent enjoying whatever sexual opportunities came his way, and much of his gay male writing is about recalling incidents from those days and inventing ones he’d perhaps have liked to experience. He now leads a very quiet and ordinary life.Check out our blog and get free stories. Feedback and reviews are always appreciated.

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Chapter One: Bah Bungholing

I’m sorry that Neal didn’t make the funeral, Keith. It’s just that—

I know what it’s just like, Kim. You don’t have to make excuses for Neal’s phobias. He didn’t make the wedding either. It’s no big deal. He let me come here for Thanksgiving. That’s progress.

I didn’t actually tell him you were coming, my sister said, with a little laugh of embarrassment. She looked away from me, toward the den, where Neal still had his attention unconvincingly plastered to a football game on the TV that he didn’t have a team in. I’d been sent with the men to the den after Thanksgiving dinner so that Kim could clean up the wreckage. It was obvious that Neal wasn’t comfortable having me in the den with the real guys, though.

The wreckage here wasn’t only in the dinner dishes and pots and pans from a Thanksgiving dinner spread. Where Neal was concerned the plane had exploded three years earlier when I’d come home from a Blackwater stint in Afghanistan with a male lover in tow. I had been Neal’s macho hero to that point.

When we got to the den, Neal had immediately turned on the game and was pretending he was lost in it. In contrast, his nephew, Tom, a student at the nearby Old Dominion University in Norfolk, had chattered away—nervously, I thought. Obviously he’d been told I was queer and was doing everything he could to show that he was progressive and that didn’t matter to him. There was more to his nervousness than that.

He had found a seat across the room from me, keeping his legs crossed. I knew that, at over six and a half feet, and, despite being in my late fifties, having the hard body of a mercenary soldier, I was intimidating to him. But I was seeing something else in the looks he gave me, knowing from years in the active life before settling down with Sam, when a man was—maybe despite himself—interested. It may be despite himself, but Tom was interested.

Tom was a hunk; I would fuck him in an instant.

Tom was no slouch in the size department, either. A college junior far from home in Ohio and being taken in by family for the holiday meal, he was a strapping track star. His demeanor toward me was a bit amusing, even though I felt for his nervousness. I could easily imagine that he was more intrigued and worrying about his mixed feelings than just trying to make me comfortable in what, from the conversation at the dinner table, was clearly an uncomfortable situation between Neal and me.

I let my mind wander for a moment on holding Tom close from above and listening to him groan as I entered him. But then I shook my head and rose and came into the kitchen to check on Kim. I was doing exactly what I knew Neal was afraid I’d be doing—sizing up every man in the room, including Neal, for possible bottom fodder.

Neal also was pretty much of a hunk; I would fuck him in an instant too. I’d get added enjoyment out of it knowing his prejudices but listening to his moans of passion as I nailed his ass to the bed.

It’s just that Neal looked up to you so much before and was so proud that he had a macho brother-in-law in the Blackwater mercenary force off doing leader bodyguard duty in Afghanistan and Iraq, Kim said. It was like the comic books had come alive for him. He couldn’t stop talking about where you were and what you were engaged in to his friends. He made you out to be a superhero.

And he all know that superheroes are hetero, I said. Now all he has to talk about with his friends is how I was fucking one of my buddies.

Keith! Language, please. We both looked around for either Susan or Neal Jr., but both had escaped