"You don't have to sleep on the floor" his voice was quiet and low though not a whisper.
What next happened was quiet. He figured Marty was already asleep or heard the invitation and declined.
He moved around in bed. Bob was a tosser and turner he knew. He was never sure if it was because he had things on his mind or that he liked the feeling of the sheets moving against his naked body.
Bob had started sleeping in the nude years ago. It was hot and he just decided to strip down to keep cool. Summer passed and winter came but he didn't bundle up, choosing rather to use sheets and blankets when cold or laying on top of the bedding is he was hot.
Martha, the housekeeper knew it. She had walked into his room one morning to see him sleeping naked and aroused.
His mother knew it for she had to calm Martha down.
And his father knew it which is why he put the bolt lock on his door. "Son it's your bedroom so if you want to dance naked with a mop that's your business, just use the lock" he said lightly chuckling at the complaints of his wife and housekeeper.
"Did you lock the door?" Marty's response came long after Bob's invitation.
Bob got up purposely hopping on the floor so his penis flopped as he did so. He liked hearing the sound and knew Marty heard it too. Only hourse before he had danced naked while Marty chastised him.
"Haven't you ever heard of clothing?" Marty asked.
Marty met Bob and his father at the serviceman's club. It was Thanksgiving and he like many other military were stranded on the quartermaster corps base near the town where Bob lived.
Nearby residents were invited to come by and socialize with the men and to invite them to their homes for the holiday.
"You can figure out which one" Bob's Dad said as he listened to a football game on the car radio.
Bob went inside and shook hands all around. He met guys who were anxious to come with him and said so. He met those that were friendly but frankly had plans to go to the larger city nearby and meet women. Then he met Marty who was friendly and told him the guys who had families were the lonliest and he should invite them.
He on the other hand, had no family. And yes he would like a homecooked meal and yes he liked football. So Marty grabbed a backpack and soon sat beside Bob in the backseat.
Bob unlocked the bolt lock then locked it back making as much noise as he could, then hopped back onto his bed posing against the moonlight easily seen in the window whose blinds had been drawn.
"OK master your wish is my command" Bob said "now come to bed" he flopped down and utter and "ouch" because of the way he hit the bed frame.
Marty laughed.
Then there was silence.
Marty had been stationed at Ft. Loomis for only three months. He had recovered from the desert and the danger a bit. They told him to take a month's leave after his return but he had no place he wanted to go even though he had money to spend. After all there wasn't much to spend it on in Iraq.
So he waived the leave and went to work at his new base. His time would be up in six months and he had considered staying in the service since there were no other career plans.
Leaving the group home at the age of 18, he went into the Marines. Being around the other guys was no different then living in a group home or moving from foster home to foster home. He liked the comraderies, the hard training and the showers.....standing naked with ten to twenty other guys talking while washing just naturally turned him on.
He wasn't the only one. "Hey man when that happens just face the back wall and take care of it, everyone does, don't worry" he was told by a fellow Marine. The roomfull of steam hid him as well..so he faced the back wall and stroked until his body gave up his manly fluids.
Marty hung out in the dayroom with the other guys. Some were going to look for women, others to a movie at the base theater, some to the mall in the nearby town Loomis and others planned to wait there and hope some family would invite them home.
"Hey not to be rude but some of these guys have families and are really lonely, so maybe you should invite them first" he said to a young man named Bob.
The guy was younger then he and had a boyish innocent face. His thick lips were especially appealing. They reminded Marty of Conrad one of the boys in his old group home. They had shared masturbation sessions during the entire time he was there.
"Well, I like you, so why don't you come? You like football don't you?" Bob had earnestly asked.
Marty did indeed like football having played it in high school and like most guys into that sport watched hours of it.
"Sure why not?" Marty said assuming he would just have a nice meal, hours of football and return back to the base well fed and less lonely.
Bob heard the rustle of Marty's sleeping bag. The moonlight showed the young man standing and stretching then turning towards Bob's bathroom.
Marty left the door open as he stood in the darkness and stripped naked. He pissed and Bob heard the splashing then the flushing. Marty turned and walked back into the bedroom to Bob's bed.
Bob shifted over and let him get onto the bed.
"There" Bob said "it's my turn to make you feel good" Bob leaned over and took Marty into his mouth.
"Nice. thanks" Marty said later after his writhing body had tightened and then collapsed as he released himself into Bob's mouth.
"That's why they call it thanksgiving" Bob said and Marty did something he hadn't done in a long time.
Marty laughed.