Brandon Knight had lost his genuine concern for other people. His so-called pals were OK, but he was well aware that none of them would be really concerned if he vanished from the face of the world. His father didn't care about him or know anything about him, his mother abandoned him, his uncle abused him, and his aunt kicked him out of the house. He would occasionally throw himself pity parties and go through periods of self-destruction. He and Kevin would get so inebriated that they would start hitting on guys in bars. He would use bricks to smash the windshields of people's cars as they drove by. He'd challenge anyone to have a fuck with him. Possibly, if some jerk had enough balls, someone might be able to put him out of his suffering once and for all!
It happened one day after he had just returned from fucking Nina and was waiting at the bus stop for Kevin, when he noticed a bus passing by and decided to investigate. It wasn't his typical bus, but it was the one with the sign on the side of it that caught his attention. It was one of those army recruitment posters that said "Be all you can be." He had never considered the possibility before. He knew he'd never be able to pull something like that. Besides, he'd watched enough movies to know that no Sarge was going to get in his face and demand him to kiss his behind. Brandon was well aware of his rage. He was going to punch the guy in the goddamn face. Brandon, on the other hand, considered his current situation in Boston. Bean-town could be a difficult place to live at times. It was the only thing he had ever known. And it was all a source of suffering.
Later that night, he was flipping through the stations on his television. Nina and Kevin were squabbling in their room at the time. He could hear her panting, which he was accustomed to hearing. He smirked to himself as he realized she was near to arriving. He came to a halt while watching a Navy Seals documentary on the Discovery Channel. What they were doing seemed really difficult, but it also appeared to be a complete disaster.
In his research, he discovered that their training site was in California. He made the decision right then and there that this was what he wanted to do. He began gathering his belongings (which were few and far between). It was all contained into a single little duffel bag. Kevin received a letter from him. 'Hey dude, I'm going to be late. If you ever get the want to get out of this shithole, come find me in sunny California. Peace. BT'
He walked out the door with his duffel bag in one hand and 306 dollars in the other. He threw his key on the table and walked out the door. He found it amusing that the air smelt different to him. A simple stroll took him to the bus station, where he purchased a one-way bus ticket to Coronado, California.
"Oh fuck, baby!" says the author. In the past, he had been transported by April's irritatingly strident voice. "Damn baby, it feels so nice," she sobbed as she turned to face him and cried out. He could feel the muscles in his balls begin to tighten. Truth be told, he just wanted to tell her to shut the fuck up so he could get in, but that was the old him speaking up. Jackson had warned him that if he wanted to make it in this world, he would have to learn to control his emotions and temper. He was well aware that it was sound counsel. Would very likely save his life at some point.
His behavior toward women was deplorable before meeting Jackson, and he desired to fight men at all times. However, once he arrived at Coronado, he decided to join the Navy Seals Program. He never imagined he'd be able to make it through BUD/s. Even the notion of it made him sweat. Jesus, Jesus, Jesus... That was the hardest slap he'd ever given someone. Much more difficult than any of the previous assignments. In cold weather training, he recalls them advising the students that they should piss on themselves in order to stay warm. He never in a million years imagined he'd be able to pull it off, but he did. Besides that, there's the running, the swimming (or drowning, to be more honest), the hunger, and the lack of sleep. He had many occasions where he wanted to tell them all to kiss his behind, but it was his LT who prevented him from doing so. When he first met Jackson, he thought he was a kind and compassionate soul. He wasn't like the other LTs he'd met before. He had nice eyes and a wide smile on his face.
The following day, after a confrontation with another trainee, Jackson approached him and informed him that his potential was limitless if he learned to respect and discipline. He spoke to him as if he were a son to a father. Brandon knew for the first time that there was someone who believed in him. He'd never experienced anything like it before. And Jackson didn't appear to care that the troublemaker in question was a white teenager with a bad temper. He still treated him as if he were his own son.
"Oooohhh!!!!!" His recollection was brought back to him by April screams as she shudders and falls to the floor beside him on the bed. Then Brandon accompanied her and proceeded to hammer her pussy until he felt that tingling sensation and grunted, allowing his juices to escape into the condom. A few seconds later, he rolled off of her and removed the condom that had been left on her sweaty back. It took her a few minutes to get up and go around. When he heard the first snoring, he was about to tell her that he had an early day the next morning. 'Fuck it,' he thought to himself at the time. Brandon would have woken her up in the first place and sent her packing regardless. He looked down at her, a look of contempt on his face. She wasn't the woman he wanted to spend the evening with. It was she who did it. Her presence in his dreams was constant.
When he had first met the Commander's daughter. So cute. She had shiny thick jet black hair and big brown eyes and a cute pouty little mouth. As he began to spend more time with the Commander he started to treat her as if she were his little sister. He had never had one, but figured this was as close to one as he would get. He knew that this cute little black girl had a crush on him, but it didn't faze him. He laughed at her attempts to get his attention.
He would be in the Commander's study going over strategies and he'd see her peek in. He knew it was way past her bed time. When she thought he wasn't looking, he'd suddenly look up and wink at her. She would jump back, startled and take off running up the steps.
Even when she got a little older, she would try to hold his attention by bringing up worldly subjects that he knew she really didn't care about. But he would play along and pretend to be interested and ask her questions.
BUT...as mother nature always does...she changed and grew up. Before she was this skinny flat chested little girl. But around that certain age that girls blossom...and she blossomed in all the right ways...he began to notice. He noticed that her shorts became tighter and shorter and molded her beautiful tight bubble ass. Her tits defied gravity and always teased him through her shirts. Yes, he had many cold showers thinking about that body. But she was the Commander's daughter. He would never ever touch her.
Plus, he knew her type. Because she was the Commander's only child, and a daughter, to boot...so she was spoiled rotten. She got whatever she wanted. She would flirt with him in her designer shoes and handbags. She would stomp her little perfectly pedicured feet and pout her lips when her father wouldn't cave in. On several occasions he had to force himself to leave for fear of saying something he would regret when she threw her temper tantrums in front of him and her father. He knew what she needed, and that was a paddle to her ass, and he was more than willing to give it to her. When he had been in Boston, he knew girls like her. Spoiled little rich brats. Of course they would fuck him, because he knew how to take them into euphoric worlds that their preppy boyfriends didn't even know existed. But take him home to daddy? Fuck no. And he resented them for that. And secretly he resented Sienna. He knew not only was he too old for her, but that he also wasn't good enough for
Sienna sighed as she brought herself back to the present. "I'm not sure if he's envious or not. I mean, he was the one who invited that woman to my party. He obviously doesn't give a damn about what I have to say. And, let's be honest, why would he? He's 28 years old, a Navy Seal, and he's gorgeous enough to get any lady he wants. Why should he settle for an 18-year-old black girl who has a thing for him?" "Come on, that has absolutely nothing to do with your race. It might even turn him on, who knows. Plus, don't pretend like you're not a hot piece of work, Miss Thang. You were far more attractive than the dejected young lady he brought with him. Did you see how all of the boys were staring at you? Marcus in particular. His tongue was dangling from the corners of his mouth "Lori burst out laughing. "You need to keep that dress for the rest of your life!" Sienna burst up laughing as well. She had a strong reaction to the clothing. Moreover, if it was successful in in
"What are you doing here?" he asked calmly. "I wanted to see you," Sienna admitted quietly. "She wanted to see me," he repeated to himself. "Okay, grab your keys. I'm taking you home. I'll drive behind you since I'm going to have a little talk with the Commander," he said, as he was looking for his keys, also. "I don't have my keys. I didn't drive," Sienna said. He looked up at her and then walked over to the window. "Who dropped you off?" "No one, I...I uh, walked here." He stood staring at her for a long time. She could swear he didn't move an inch. The only movement she could detect was the throbbing of the veins in his neck. "You walked from your house to my house in that dress?" he asked incredulously, through clenched teeth. Sienna was scared to say yes, but she slightly nodded her head. Then he exploded. "You FUCKING walked all the way here in that fucking dress?!!" he screamed at her again. "Goddamnit, S
Once again, she was glancing out the window when he returned his gaze to her direction. He hadn't intended to be confrontational with her, but she needed to be taught something. Brandon decided to speak after a few minutes of deafening quiet. "Okay, because you're not going to say anything, I'm going to say what I have to say anyhow. I'm sorry for what occurred back at my place. I'm sorry for what happened back there. I got a little carried away. And if I've done you any harm, please accept my sincere apologies." "Do you want me?" she said, turning to face him in anticipation of his response. That wasn't one of the things he was anticipating her to say, and it certainly wasn't the one. His response was a complete and total blank. If he responded affirmatively, she would be encouraged. He would appear to be a liar, though, if he answered no after tonight's brief demonstration. He made the decision to be brutally honest. "Sienna, of course I'm i
Lori was in her bed asleep when Sienna came barreling through. She pulled the dress off and put on a thin shirt and got into bed. Lori turned to ask her a question right as they heard a knock on the door. "We're sleeping, dad," Sienna yelled through the door. "You just got in there. Let's not wake Lori up. Please come to my study, we need to talk." Shit, she thought. This was easily racking up to be the worst night of her life. She just wanted to go to bed and dream that it never happened. "Now young lady," he quietly whispered through the door. She threw the covers off and grabbed her white shorts and snatched the door open. Her father was standing there staring at her. He turned and walked back to his study. She begrundginly followed. When they reached the study, he sat down in his chair and leaned back. He calmed himself before he spoke to her. She stood with hands on hips staring at him. A smile reached the corner of her mouth when
Brandon walked back and forth in front of the hospital's entrance. LT Nick Dennison was also in attendance. LT, as he was affectionately known by his fellow soldiers. Nick had informed the other men that the Commander was in good health and only need relaxation. As a result, they gradually left one by one. All, with the exception of Brandon, of course. And he had no intention of leaving until he had the opportunity to speak with Jackson. Sienna sat on a hospital bench and stared at Brandon with wide eyes. He was attempting to maintain his composure, but she was well aware that her phone call to him earlier that evening had terrified the very daylights out of him. He maintained his poker face, but his frequent back and forth walking revealed his true identity. When Sienna contacted him, he was almost back to his house when he nearly flipped his jeep while attempting to turn around in the wrong direction. Dr. Smith had been informed by the doctors that t
As soon as she let out a groan, her whole body relaxed below him. He could feel her breathing become more rapid. He felt he'd lost his mind the instant he saw such intense passion in her eyes for him. Even the better man was doomed... She flung her arms around his neck, practically feeling needy, and clung to him with all her might. As soon as Brandon hit rock bottom with her, he needed to take a deep breath and regroup. She had never felt so fantastic in her life. He'd never felt anything like that in his entire life before. His dick felt like it was wrapped in a warm, tight glove that had been fashioned just for him. When he opened his eyes, he noticed that she was looking up at him. Taking a step closer to her, he kissed her lips once more. But he was in desperate need of more. He began to slowly draw away from the table and push back into it. Her arms clenched around his neck in a tight knot. She blinked her eyes shut. However, it was still not en
Back at the hospital Brandon and Sienna sat three chairs apart until the nurse said they could go see Jackson. Brandon followed behind Sienna. When he walked in the room, the Commander was sitting up reading a newspaper. He pulled his glasses off and smiled. "Weren't you two just here about an hour ago?" Jackson asked. "Yeah, but want to make sure they are treating you okay," Brandon answered. "Because if they weren't, I'd fuck them up sir. With all due respect." That made Jackson laugh. "But really, I don't want you two worrying. I am completely fine. Actually I'm bored as hell, so hopefully I can go first thing tomorrow morning." Brandon just shook his head and Sienna stared at the IV her dad was hooked up to. Neither one would look at the other. Jackson Branson wasn't a rocket scientist but he wasn't a dumb man either. He had run several missions in countries that had no easy way in or out. He had pulled last minute escape plans out