Everyone was checking the rooms to be sure nothing was left behind. Jason and I were fixing leftovers to send along with those who were driving, when the phone rang. I was the closest so I answered it with a short hello.

“Would this happen to be the residence of Brad Courter?”

“Yes.”

“Do you remember a guy from sniper school named Levi Brant?”

“Hell, yes! Is this you, Levi?” I blurted excitedly.

“One and the same,” he said, laughing. “I know I haven’t been big on writing. I’m driving through and I realized I might be in your neck of the woods. I’ve carried this phone number you gave and thought I’d give it a try.”

“Well, you got the right number; where are you?” 

“I’m at a gas station, in your town apparently, because they know you. I know it’s Thanksgiving weekend…..”

“Don’t take it there, just get your ass out here,” I cut in.

“If you’re sure it’s okay.”

“They’re packing to leave but you’ll get to meet most everyone before they take off.”  I gave him directions and hung up.  I looked at Jason.

“Can you believe that! Levi Brant, of all people.”

“Who is Levi Brant?” Kyle asked.

“A guy I was in sniper school with,” I said. “He’s on his way out from town.”

“How did he happen to find you?”

“He remembered where we live from a few letters we exchanged and he still had the phone number I gave him.”

“How long has it been since you saw him?” Devon asked.

“Years ago; ran into him in Vietnam after sniper school.”

“Did you know him, Dad?” Devon asked.

“You could say that,” Jason replied with a chuckle. “I met him later.”

“Uh-oh, there’s a story here,” Devon said. “Are you going to share any of it?”

“Wait till you meet him.  You’ll figure it out from there.”

“I’m starting to already,” he said.   

Jason was as anxious as I was to see him.  He went out and sat on the porch railing to wait.

“Now why doesn’t that surprise me,” I heard Jason say a short time later.

I went to the door to see the big black Humvee coming up the drive.

“Typical Levi Brant,” I said with a smile. I watched him get out of the Humvee and could imagine the earth tremble when his boot hit the ground. He was as massive as ever.  He had on a short-sleeved Henley with the top two buttons open, revealing the deep curvature of his chest muscles. The sleeves rode up above his huge biceps, the material pulled up to cover the heaped muscles of his shoulders. His stomach muscles stood out under the metal-grey material. Black tac pants hugged his thick thighs and wrapped around his still-trim hips, hugging and accenting his still-awesome butt. The pants were bloused over a pair of shiny, black combat boots and the outfit was capped off with studly Oakley sun glasses.

“My Godd,” Jason muttered under his breath.

Nolan appeared at the door and I heard, “Damn, would you look at that!

Jesse followed Nolan out onto the porch. “Yeah, a fuckin’ Hummer!” he said.

“He’s talking about him!” Jordan said from behind the screen door.  He came out, too.

I went out and Jason and I went out to meet him.

“Where’d you pick up this tricycle?” Jason asked as they pulled each other into a tight hug.

“I wanted a real Humvee but this was the best I could do. Hummer h2, V-8, 400 horsepower.  You know you’re jealous.”

“Yeah I am.  Why don’t we have one of these?” he asked me.

Levi pulled me into a death hug and gave me an unmistakable thrust of his crotch.  “I would bone up but I see you’ve got company,” he said.

“It’s just our brood home for Thanksgiving,” I said.  “And they wouldn’t care if you did,” I added.

“Oh? Something you need to be telling me?”

“Later,” I said.

As we were going to the house Braden and Will pushed through the two boys at the door and they all came out on the porch. The two younger boys were bug-eyed.

“Who the fuck…..!” Levi whispered, his eyes fixed on Will.

“Your turn to be jealous,” Jason said.

“You wanta trade him for the Humvee?” Levi said.

“You’d have to throw in a sweetener,” Jason said.

We introduced them, one by one and it was interesting to watch each one’s reaction to the ham-like hand that went out, and his arm Aaron, Luke, Jordan, Adam, Braden and  Will,  Little George, Nolan, Levi, Jesse and Colby.

“Damn, this is all your brood you wrote me about?” Levi asked.

“All but two,” I said. “Kyle, here, is my son; Devon is Jason’s son. Jake is a buddy to Devon. This is another Levi, he and Jesse go with Nolan. Aaron is Braden’s son and Luke belongs to Will.”

“Yeah I can see a slight resemblance,” Levi said, causing everybody to break out laughing.

“Jacob has already left with his family.  He’s got five kids. And his brother Pete.”

“Sorry I missed them,” Levi said.

“And this is Father Colby.”

“Your own priest….Mafia style,” Levi joked.

“We didn’t raise ‘em all,” Jason put in. “Some of them just came along and we got attached to them.  Hell, I don’t even remember which ones we raised.”

“Well, I appreciate you all allowing me intrude on your Thanksgiving,” Levi said.

“You’re not intruding,” I assured him. “So, come inside.  I was packing leftovers to send along then we’re going to have some lunch.”

The table had not been broken down and everyone gathered around it. Except Jason and me; we set about making lunch.

“So what’re you doing now? You said you’re driving through to somewhere,” I asked.

“I’ve got my own military training camp,” he said with a proud smile.

“Uhhh….do you think the government might be keeping an eye on you?” Jason asked as he set a stack of plates on the table.  Everyone passed them around.

“No, it’s not a private militia,” he replied, laughing. “I help guys get ready for basic training; PT, handling guns and ammo.  Mostly high schoolers. I’ve even got my own fully equipped gym, and the property’s got a lake and a creek for water exercises.” 

“How close are you to being a private militia? Equipment wise, I mean?” I asked. 

“Well, I don’t have artillery or a tank,” he said, laughing.  “Just the stuff that’s legal for a civilian to own. Two Jeeps, a duce-and-a-half truck, a little quarter-ton. It’s mostly WWII, Korean, Vietnam era. Humvees are starting to appear on the market, I hope to get one when the prices come down.”

“What kind of weapons?” Jason asked.

“Colt Defense AR15, Barrett 338, Barrett REC7, Savage 338, Savage 223, 300 Blackout Double Star Defense Rifle, M-14s, a couple of M-16s to name a few,, and a variety of sidearms.  Oh, and three MI Garands.  I’ve even got a 50 caliber machine gun and the Jeep mounting.”

“That’s some pretty heavy weaponry,” Jason said.

“Nothing illegal,” Levi said.

“And expensive,” I said. “Ammo must break you up.”

“Hey, the school’s not free,” he said. “Only thing I can’t get my hands on is hand grenades. I have to use dummies. But the principle’s the same.”

“Geezuss, I can’t believe parents are actually trusting their boys to you.  They wouldn’t if they knew you like we do,” Jason said, laughing.

“Well most of them don’t need their parents’ permission. Just the seventeen year olds. I don’t take any younger than that. But most of them need their parents’ money,” he added.

“How’d you get this started? How do you get your clients? Do you advertise?” Jordan asked.

“Word of mouth. I go around speaking at high schools, prep schools, some colleges. That’s where I’m headed now.  I restrict it to juniors and seniors. Any age in the colleges of course. I set up shop and hand out flyers then I speak to another gathering of just those who are interested.  It took a while going around trying to even get in to talk to somebody. Hell, I’m getting invites now.”

“It’s obviously pretty lucrative,” Nolan said, nodding to the door, indicating his Hummer.

“I’m doing okay,” he said. 

“You said you’ve got a gym, too?” Jordan asked.

“That explains all the muscles,” Luke slipped in.

“Thanks,” Levi said, laughing. “The gym is on the grounds but separate.  I have standard military PT of course but anybody who wants to work out in the gym has to sign up and pay a fee.  It’s open twenty-four-seven.  You pay your fee you get a pass card so you can work out any time you want.  All that’s required is you sign in and out.  You can bring a guest two times.”

‘You’ve really put a lot of time, thought and money into this,” I said.

“Why do you sound so surprised?” he said, laughing. “But not really. I saw the need when I read some ads about pre-basic training schools. I figured why not me?  I visited a couple of them and saw what they had and decided I could do way better.”

“Not to mention total inspiration, the way you’re put together,” Jordan said.

“There could be something to that,” he said.  “I’ve got a couple of pictures in the flyers.  One kid who showed the flyer to his dad told me, ‘My Dad said if you could get me to look like that he would pay the fee, whatever it is.’”

“You ever have anybody drop out?  And is the fee refundable?”

“Had a couple quit on me. I prorate the fee and they get half of the unused portion back. But usually I’m able to talk them out of quitting. I don’t do it in a cruel way but I mention disappointing their families, not to mention having to face their friends and even worse, their girlfriends.”  He smiled; a smile that I was all too familiar with, and I waited. But he didn’t say anything.

“What?” I asked.  “What’s the smile about?”

“Not in this mixed company,” he said.

“I still don’t picture how this all works.  You travel the country so you’re signing up guys from all over. When th ey come to you, where do they stay?  Do you have barracks or something?”

“Forgot to mention that.  Yeah, I’ve got a barracks that holds twenty four guys; two rows of six bunks double stacked.”

“What about meals?”

“MREs”

“Three times a day!” Jason blurted.

“I contracted with a restaurant to send out chow on weekends.”

“But you work them seven days a week.”

“Hell, yeah, it’s the military. And hell, it’s only four weeks.”

“Four weeks of pure hell, I’m sure, knowing you,” I said.

“I do my best,” he said, laughing. “But hey, these are kids and young men who want to see what they’re made of; push themselves to the limit. And when they think they have, I push ‘em a little farther. I even offer an advance course; capture and escape.  Teach ‘em how to conduct themselves as POWs, and what to expect.”

“Waterboarding?” I asked.

“No. But….well, it’s not something to be talked about in mixed company.”

“We’ll un-mix the company,” I said, and sent the younger boys outside. They whined and moaned but I told them they could come back in ten minutes. Then I asked, “Okay, what’s this advanced training you can’t talk about in mixed company?”

“It’s only open to the eighteen year olds; I don’t wanta have to listen to parents.  It’s a short course on how to conduct themselves as POWs, what to expect from their captors, that sort of thing. I give ‘em an overview and explain that they’ll be roughed up, there will be pain, even sexual degradation.”

“Meaning?”

“Just that.  Being forced to suck cock.  Even similated rape.”

“Pray tell how do you get ‘em to sign on for that?”

“A few don’t,” he said. “But after I give them a little inducement most of them come around.”

“What kind of inducement?”

He laughed his familiar mischievous laugh.  “I go down on every one of them first.  That’s the first step in breaking down their inhibitions. They figure, ‘Hey if he can do it, I can do it.’”

“What about the rape training?

“Same thing.  I tell them it will hurt a little at first.  I have eight guys arm wrestle and the four winners fuck me.  I tell ‘em not to hold back. Then I turn them loose on each other, going down on each other, fucking each other. Surprisingly, they take it as a critical part of the training.  It’s pretty awesome.”

“I can imagine,” I said.   

He laughed again. “Funny thing is there’s always at least one guy in every group that says it didn’t feel like rape, it felt sorta good. Then I hear rumors about them practicing in the barracks at night.”

The boys came back in and gathered around the table again. I wondered if anyone else could feel the undercurrent. Everyone in the room was wondering and wishing. It was like a bunch of young animals on the hunt, circling their prey, and Levi was, wishfully, that prey. But they didn’t know….and I could imagine, if I told them, they would be all over Levi like a pack of hungry wolves.  Well, not that bad, but there was that in the air.

I’d given Levi a heads up about the guys; I decided to let it ride for the moment; give it a chance to work itself out. Just then Luke raised his hand like he was in school.

“Could I ask you a question, sir?”                                           

“Certainly, but you don’t have to call me sir.”

“Would you take us for a ride in your Humvee sometime before you leave?”

“How about now?  You, you, and you,” he said pointing to Luke, Aaron, and Jesse as he stood up from the table. “You got a license?” he asked Jesse.

“Yeah, of course,” he replied with a surprised look.

Levi tossed him his keys and said, “Knock yourself out.”

He snatched the keys out of the air, now with a stunned look.

“Y-you w-want me to drive?” he stammered.

“You said you’ve got license. You drive, Aaron can ride shotgun in the front seat.  Me and Luke will bring up the rear.”

“Yes, sir!”

I was at the door to see the boys running excitedly to the vehicle and I followed Levi out on the porch.

“Please tell me all of this eye candy isn’t just eye candy,” Levi said under his breath.”

“Have a good time with the boys,” I said. I had to laugh at his surprised, questioning look.  “Everybody here plays for the same team,” I told him.

“We’ll be back in a couple of days,” he joked.                          

I watched them drive down the lane then went back inside.

“That is the wolf guarding the lambs,” Jason said.        

They were back in just over an hour and the boys piled out of the Hummer excited as could be.  When Jesse and Levi climbed out of the vehicle they were met by Jesse’s brother. Jesse introduced them.

“Levi Brant, I want you to meet another Levi, my brother. This is Levi Brant, an old Marine buddy of Brad’s.”

“Well, what are the odds,” Brant said, extending his hand.

“I can’t believe you trusted my little brother behind the wheel of this thing,” Levi said.

“He’s got a license and he looked like he could handle it,” Brant said.

“Do you mind if I take it for a spin?”

“Hop in.  Jesse can ride shotgun, I’ll bring up the rear.”

“I don’t feel right, you taking the back seat in your own Hummer,” Jesse said.

“Well if it makes you feel better, climb in back with me.” 

As Told by Levi Brant; 

I couldn’t believe my good fortune in going off with the eye candy of three hot young teenagers but this situation was more promising.  I could hardly wait to see what kind of game I could get going with Jesse.

“Where do you want me to go?” Levi asked.

“Wherever you want to….you know this area better than I do.”

“Not really, this weekend is the first time I’ve been here,” Levi said.

“Then just drive wherever the road takes you.”  I didn’t much care where we went, I was going to be concentrating on getting settled in with Jesse.  I didn’t mind being under the watchful eye of his brother, especially knowing that everyone played for the same team. At the moment, though, Levi was totally engrossed in driving the Humvee. Jesse and I settled in and I showed him how to adjust his seat.

“The seats will recline all the way back,” I said.  “Or if you get really tired, there’s carpeting on the floor behind us. 

“Thanks,” he said, rather timidly.

“Just want you to be comfortable,” I said as I reached over and squeezed his leg. He flexed his thigh muscle then surprised me by placing his hand over mine.

“Oh,” I said quietly, smiling at him.

“Your hand feels good, you can leave it there,” he whispered.

“Your leg feels good, too,” I whispered back.

“Could I…..feel yours?”

“Sure,” I said, and as he reached over I took his hand and laid it on my thigh. This kid was hot to trot and I didn’t want to disappoint him.

“It feels like concrete,” he said, trying to squeeze the solid muscle. “I can’t even squeeze it.”

“Maybe if you squeeze a little higher.”

He had only inches to go to reach my crotch and he boldly got a handhold there. 

“There, that’s more squeezable,” I said.

“I bet not for long,” he said. “How did you know I wanted to do this?”

“I didn’t for sure, but I was hoping,” I said.

“You were, really? Is that the reason you put us in the back?”

“Had something to do with it.”

“You’re starting to feel like concrete here, too.”

“That’s your doing.”

“Could I maybe feel your legs bare?” he asked. “Or maybe we could get in back and I could see you bare all over.”

I had to laugh at how this kid had the balls to go after what he wanted.  “Yeah, I think we would be more comfortable in the back,” I said. I climbed in back and gave Jesse a hand. I thought we would lie down and make out a little but while I was still upright he went right to his knees and started undoing my pants. 

“You’re a hungry little puppy, aren’t you?” I said ruffling his hair.

“I started getting hungry when I saw you get out of your Humvee,” he said as he laid my fly open and tugged my tac pants down.

I instinctively grabbed for my briefs but he brushed my hand away and pulled them down too. My heavy balls fell free and my cock swung out and touched the side of his face. I wasn’t hard but more than half. He hefted my cock in his palm and pulled sheath back and forth several times.  I didn’t have to tell him to lick off the precum.

“You’re so big.”

“I bet no bigger than you,” I scoffed.

He scooped my cock up with his tongue and sucked it into his mouth. I was surprised how he sucked it right into his throat. Not all the way, but Damn! I held his face gently in my hands.

“Something tells me this is not your first rodeo.”

“Almost, I was just initiated this weekend,” he said.

“What about your brother?” I asked.

“He’s liable to find a place to park and climb back here with us.”

“Shall I tell him to?”

“No, not yet.  I want you all to myself. You’re the most muscular man I’ve ever seen in the flesh. Even more than Jake and Devon.”

“You wanta see more?” I asked.

“Oh, yes!”

I took off my clothes, down to my socks and Jesse handed me my boots to put back on. 

“Godd, you’re massive!  Unbelievable! What it must be like to live in a body like that.”

“Probably the same as living in a body like yours.”

“And this,” he said, stroking my cock. “I can hardly get my mouth around it.”

“Well, in my experience, there are two options in taking an oversized cock….in your mouth or in my ass.” 

“Yes, I think in my….wait….you said….in your ass.”

“You’ve got me stripped naked, what’d you propose to do to me?”

“I never dreamed you would let me fuck you.  I thought it’d be the other way around.”

“You said it’s not your first rodeo; I like a man with experience in the saddle.”

“But I never rode a stallion like you.”