Chapter 2

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.