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They’d lived and breathed in their own cocoon for those four weeks, baring their souls, and irrevocably becoming one, even though missing members were later nowhere to be found.
    Lost in the perfect memory and the déjà vu of finding Moksha again, he enjoyed the contact of the hot, sweaty bodies strafing him from every direction. Free and relaxed, with more than a slight Tokyo Tea buzz, the bright San Diego sun warmed his fair skin, and Henry knew that he was exactly where he was supposed to be. Everything had led to this moment in time. His moment.
    Prying open his eyes, as if willed by some inexplicable dominant force, and ripping him violently from his reverie, the assault was completed as Henry locked eyes with the aloof Marine. The man’s pale blue Husky-like eyes were trained unwaveringly on Henry, taking a slow, leisurely stroll all over his body, leaving him feeling both assaulted and aroused. Even halfway across the patio, the man sucked the oxygen away, leaving Henry gasping for air. His look was confusing, appearing almost angry, angry that Henry was dancing amongst a throng of boys.
    Holding eye contact with the man, meeting the challenge head on, Henry didn’t flinch. He wanted him to know that he was aware that he was being watched. The energy between the two was sharp and direct. There was no mistaking that contact had been made, and Henry could feel his stomach cramping with excitement, and his balls tightening with desire. This was a man he had dreamed about his whole life. He exuded absolute power. Envisioning him in uniform made Henry inexplicably ache even more.
    Definitely a Marine, he thought. A lieutenant? A captain? This man gave orders and expected them to be followed. He commanded. Demanded. And received.
    Turning away, Henry made his way through the crowd in search of the bathroom. Mostly he needed his air back and a moment to process what had transpired. He knew that wasn’t all in his head.
    The man hadn’t just cruised him.
    He’d claimed him.
    Heading into the bathroom, the site of an open stall door felt like an immediate godsend and he needed to get behind it, alone. Quickly.
    It happened so fast, he wasn’t quite sure how it occurred. Entering the stall, he turned to close the door but was propelled against the metal stall wall to his right, knocking the air out of him. He heard the muffled sound of the stall door latch being locked. The larger man pinned him with his body, his muscular chest pressing Henry flush against the cold metal. The cool smooth surface felt good against his hot, sunburned cheek. Henry could feel the man’s cock pressed against his ass crack on the outside of his bike shorts and wondered if the guy’s cock was still in his pants or not. It wasn’t until that moment that he realized the man had him in a loose choke hold. He didn’t feel fear, and somehow instinctually knew this guy wasn’t going to hurt him. He was establishing his control and position.
    With lips next to Henry’s ear, his voice was little more than a growl. “Is that what you want? Little boys? Little boys that will never satisfy you? Is that what you want?” His sizable cock pressed harder against Henry’s ass. With his free hand, the man reached around to the front of Henry’s bike shorts and found exactly what he was looking for – a hard, excited cock. Giving it a squeeze through the slippery material of his bike shorts, Henry hardened immediately to the man’s touch. Continuing to fondle him through the thin fabric, while simultaneously pressing him from behind, the Marine hissed into Henry’s ear, “I asked you a question.”
    Brain cells blown away by the physical assault both front and rear, for the life of him, Henry could not remember the man’s question and answered by pressing his junk harder into the guy’s hand, needing to feel possessed by his grasp. He did not disappoint Henry as he squeezed his balls tighter.
    “You still want little boys?” he growled, his