WOODY (c) By Lee Mariner
February 2002
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EPILOGUE
The weekend with Woody was one that I'll never forget and not because of the sex or the thick 9" length of his cock and the magnificence of his body. That made it a wonderful weekend but only part of it. We both knew that what we felt for each other could not last as long as we were in the Navy. Realizing that made it easier when we talked about it and I think that weekend was when we sealed a life long friendship.
Woody stayed on my boat up until the last week of his enlistment and he was transferred off for pre-discharge processing. The usual offers were made to see if they could re-enlist him but his mind was made up.
We played it pretty close during that last six months but still managed to be together on a couple of the duty nights we pulled. In the barracks we made it a point of not being alone together. Woody thought we were being too careful at first until he heard a couple of guys talking about Pearson and White, the new kid, spending so much time together.
We spent the night before he was to be discharged on board the boat. In the early morning Woody caught the first truck up to the barracks and I stayed behind. He was gone when I returned from that days patrol.
About a month after Woody was discharged I received orders too Class A Instructors School in San Diego. The day before I was to be transferred, I called the telephone number Woody had left with his address in Sylva, N.C.
The drive was almost 14 hours and following his directions I drove through the town and at first I thought I had made a wrong turn until I saw a slim sandy blond jumping up and down waving on the side of the road.
Woody hadn't changed in the month since we had been together. The big difference was making love in the open among tall pine trees. It was even better and has been each time we see each other.
FINI