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Chase countered but it seemed Brad was ignoring his rebuff.
"So… Navy? Air Force?" Brad plowed on. "Bet it was nice to see some of the world, huh?"
"Marines," Chase replied and didn't hide the pride in his voice as he watched Brad's eyebrows shoot skyward.
"That what your tattoo is?" Brad asked and was glad they were actually having a conversation. Even if it was mostly one sided and would likely only last for as long as he kept throwing beers at the guy.
"Eagle, Globe, and Anchor," Chase replied before he caught himself. "What are you doing, Brad?" Chase asked with real curiosity and a frown.
"Getting to know my neighbor," Brad replied and held up his hand when Chase was about to speak. "Look, man, we aren't the same kids that we used to be. I sure as hell ain't and by the looks of you," Brad pointed at Chase with his open can, "you aren't either. I am just trying to get to know the guy I am likely to be running into around town."
Chase wasn't buying it so he just shook his head and turned to climb out of the creek. Before he even took a step, Brad's words stopped him.
"You were just as excited as I was." Brad had been replaying, and masturbating to, the encounter outside the Trough. "Don't deny it, man. I felt you as much as you felt me."
Chase turned around, his anger easily returning, and stared at Brad. "So what if I was? Do you think that makes us best friends now?"
"Naw, but what's the harm in doing something about it?" Brad couldn't believe what he was saying. Only he could be so stupid as to hit on a guy, a guy who hated him, a Marine who not only hated him but had already punched him in the face once, when he'd never even been with a guy before.
Chase couldn't believe his ears and even though he was angry, apparently his cock didn't care. Thankfully, he was still standing waist deep in the creek so Brad couldn't see the reaction his body was having to the guy's words. He just continued to stare at Brad as he thought about what the guy was offering. It had been a long time since he'd had anything other than his own palm and getting off was just getting off. He didn't have to like the guy or even become friends with him.
What the hell? Why not?
"Another beer?" Brad asked and Chase thought he sounded nervous when he stretched out of the creek to the cooler once more.
As Brad splashed back into the creek, holding two unopened cans of Bud Light, Chase realized that Brad probably had no idea what he was doing. There weren't any gay people in this neck of the boondocks; the southern Baptists made sure of that. So, if Brad really was gay, and he sure seemed gay enough to have kissed him, he probably had no experience with men at all. Chase's cock seemed to like this thought and it hardened even more.
Chase sat back down on the underwater rock and watched Brad for a moment before he spoke. "Come here."
The change in volume and tone of Chase's voice made Brad question the sanity of what he was doing. Offering? Insane or not, Brad pushed off the rock behind him. Both cans of beer were in one hand as he used the other to swim across the creek. He stopped in front of Chase when his feet could touch bottom, which was still a few feet away from the man.
"Un ah," Chase said as he looked into Brad's nervous eyes. How many times had he wished to see such a look on Brad's face and be the cause of it? Too many to count. This will be fun , he thought and mentally grinned. "Here." Chase pointed to the water directly in front of where he sat.
Brad followed Chase's hand as he pointed to a spot in front of himself and almost wished he hadn't. The creek was crystal clear and the green shorts that Chase wore did nothing to hide his arousal under the water. Brad's mouth suddenly went dry and he again questioned his sanity as he moved to where Chase had indicated.
Nothing like asking for something you know nothing about, Brad. Way to go.
Chase accepted the beer as Brad kneeled on the underwater rocks before him. The water did nothing to hide