Army Life Part 3: Korea Any feedback would be appreciated Rdr1235813@yahoo.com
All the usual disclaimers apply here. If you are under the age of 18, or reading materials that cover consensual gay sex are illegal where you are, please do not read any further.
The following stories are a blend of reality and fantasy. I am an actual Army officer who has been around hot guys all my life. So indulge me while I take a few liberties with where I had hoped a few situations might have gone.
After finishing the Basic Course, I arrived in Korea in February. If you have never been there before, it is difficult to describe how cold it was. When I showed up, it wasn't two days before I was in the field, and it pretty much didn't stop for the next 5 months. While it was great professionally for me to get out in my tank and train, it was extremely frustrating, sexually.
My gaydar is horrible, and I didn't want to take a chance on coming on to anyone who wasn't on "the team." At the time there was no real scene in Korea, with the official government stance being that being gay was a mental defect. Finally, I resolved to only hookup with other officers, and avoid any potential entanglements with the enlisted guys. Being gay was hard enough without adding fraternization into the mix.
So all of these constraints made for a very frustrating time. I pretty much only had porn and the memorized images of the guys in the showers. My company commander was a total stud. Amazing body, nice cock, and a perfect ass. Too bad he was as straight as an arrow, though being around him and keeping my hormones in check was tough enough. It was enough to help me jerk off at least three times a day.
So I had resigned myself to a celibate existence, heading out to the bars in the `ville with the guys, talking to the drinky girls, and acting the part of a horned up straight guy. All in all, it was not a bad way to get by, and I ended up extending for another year, with the plan to then head back to the US to complete my time as a LT.
It was just before I hit my first year there that events conspired to change things around for me. I was at the PX food court eating a sub when I ran into a buddy of mine from West Point, Marty. Marty and I had done a summer together in the same squad, so had been pretty close at one point. He was an engineer, so I hadn't seen him since graduation 18 months prior.
"Marty! What's going on, buddy?" I asked as I stood up.
"Hey, man! I didn't know you were in Korea. It's great to see you!" He replied, setting his tray down and giving me a quick hug.
Marty was about my height, roughly 165 lbs, with brown hair and the most genuine brown eyes I had ever seen. We lifted together during that summer at school and he had a tight build, with just a little bit of baby fat clinging on. Most of that was in his ass, which was a perfect bubble butt with a bit of bounce. He hadn't aged a bit since graduation, and still looked as cute as ever.
"Yeah, I've been here for almost a year and just extended for another one. Where did you get assigned?"
"Castle," he said, referring to a camp just up the street. "I did a year at Lewis before volunteering to come out here for a tour."
"That's great, I've gotten a lot out of my time here."
"I hope it will be a good time, I just got engaged before coming out here."
"Congratulations!" I replied. "She's a lucky girl."
We exchanged numbers and vowed to meet up to grab a drink and hang out. The next few months, though, saw a lot of field time and proved to be pretty draining. After a three-week field-problem, I went to a regular watering hole in the `ville with a bunch of the guys to unwind and blow off some steam.
We hung out at our bar for a couple of hours before hopping to another one down the alley. If you aren't familiar with the `ville culture in Dongduchon, each unit had a bar that they would tend to frequent and would become "theirs." It helped to build up unit cohesion, but you could run a risk of a dust-up if you wandered into another unit's bar and they were not in an accommodating mood.
As we walked in, I could tell that the atmosphere was a little tense, and one of the guys recommended that we move on. At that point, I saw Marty sitting at the bar, alone, with another group of guys giving him ominous looks. A quick read of the situation could see that trouble was about to be stirred up. I held my group up and went up to Marty. He was obviously pretty drunk, and oblivious as to what was going on. Before I got to him, two officers from Courtesy Patrol (CPs) stepped up to Marty.
CP is a duty that officers and senior NCOs would pull to help the local business owners maintain the peace in what could be a raucous town. While they couldn't arrest anyone, they enforced the unit policies (like not being out in the `ville by yourself) and could get you in trouble. I had pulled it a few times since I had been there, but it had been pretty quiet.
I saw a CP tap Marty on the shoulder and motion him to accompany him. It looked like they pegged him as being alone and were going to escort him to the gate. This could have been bad for Marty, so I strode up to them. The closer I got the more I saw how poor off Marty was. It looked almost like he had been crying. I motioned to one of the CP, a lieutenant like me.
"Hey man, do you think you could cut him some slack?" I asked.
The LT looked at Marty and then back at me.
"Fine, just take him directly back to the camp," he said.
Marty looked at me shamed-faced and we started walking towards the door.
"Thanks, Mike."
I told my friends that I was going to walk Marty back to the camp. He didn't say a word on the walk back to the gate, but it seemed like he was just barely hanging on. After the guards checked our IDs and we entered the base, I turned and asked:
"Marty, what's going on? Back in the bar, that didn't seem like you. You don't have to tell me, but you should tell someone."
"I got an email from a guy in my old unit at Lewis," he said. "My fiancé just moved in with my roommate."
I didn't know how to react. I really didn't know much about his fiancé or their situation, but I tried to be as supportive as possible.
"Come on, let's go back to my place. You can crash on my couch."
We got back to the officer quarters and I got him situated on my couch in the living room. I cracked open a bottle of bourbon and mixed it with coke for us. Marty proceeded to lay it all out for me. Over the course of an hour we talked about his situation. He was only planning to be in Korea for a year, then return and marry his girl. With that plan blown out of the water, he was uncertain what to do next.
We had polished off half the bottle at that point, and I figured it was time to turn it. I grabbed him an extra pillow and blanket. I changed into some shorts and turned the light off.
I was getting settled in, but had a thought. I thought I had held something back from Marty, so headed back to the living room. He was sitting up on the couch, shirt on, boxers around his ankles, and furiously jerking his cock. His head was leaned back and eyes closed, so he didn't see me come in.
Given how intent he was on getting off, I didn't say a word. I felt my own dick start to harden as I watched his firm 7" meat being beat. I vaguely remembered his dick from the showers many years before, but seeing it hard made it worth the wait. I could see precum starting to form on the head, causing it to glisten as it was spread around. My year-long abstinence was quickly catching up to me, and I could feel my own dick starting to leak in my shorts.
I stepped back and bumped the wall. Marty's eyes shot open and he scrambled to cover himself up. He turned beet red and started to stammer a response.
"Hey, don't worry," I said. "I can't blame you for being horny."
"I haven't jerked off since I got to Korea," he said. "I made a promise to hold off until I saw my fiancé again. But since that is now out the window, I needed the release."
"Don't stop on my account," I said.
He seemed to consider it a bit, then uncovered himself and started to stroke again. I sat down in a chair and pulled out my own cock. Watching him get hard and seeing the expressions on his face got me close pretty quickly. I slowed down and started to edge, just as he started to slack off some.
"I don't think this is going to work," he said. "Must have drank too much."
I didn't think he had drank that much, but I decided to push the boundaries a little.
"If you want, I could help you out some. After what you have been through, I'd be willing to lend a hand. Pun intended."
He laughed. "Sure, buddy. I'd appreciate that. No homo, right?"
"No homo," I said, but with a plan in mind to get it there.
I moved to sit next to him on the couch and wrapped my hand around his dick. It was as hard as iron, and I started sliding my grip up and down the shaft. Marty leaned his head back and put his arms over his head. Precum started to leak out of his head again, and I used it to help slick up his rod.
I slowly stroked his dick and rubed my thumb over the head. He seemed to be responding to it, as his breathing quickened and he began shifting his hips back and forth. At this point, my own horniness and the effects of the long drought clouded over my better judgement, and I leaned over and took his dick in my mouth.
Marty raised up his head and it looked like he was going to say something, but no words came out. I worked my tongue on his leaking head while my free hand worked on his balls. It had been awhile since I had a dick in my mouth, so it took a while before I could fit it all down my throat. Once his head was nestled snugly in my gullet, though, Marty really came alive.
He began moaning as one hand settled on my head, and the other began rubbing his chest. I was bobbing up and down, letting him slide over my tongue into my throat, saliva leaking out of the sides of my mouth. I bathed his balls while stroking his slick shaft. I slapped his head against my cheek. I was consumed by lust for his cock, throwing caution to the wind.
Marty for his part, began thrusting his hips up, driving his cock into my mouth. The constantly leaking precum, his balls slapping against my chin, and the smell of his sweaty musk were sending me into a frenzy.
"Ugh, I'm cumming!" he cried, just as my mouth was flooded with his jizz. My lips wrapped around his shaft could feel the pulses as he shot his cum into my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could, but a little leaked out onto my chin. I continued to bob on his cock, milking the last of the load as he came down.
"Holy shit, man. That was incredible," he gasped.
I pulled off his dick and swallowed the last of the load in my mouth.
"Fuck yeah. Thanks, Marty!" I said. "I needed that."
He had a surprised look on his face.
"You needed that? Ha! In case you couldn't tell, it has been a bit since I shot off a load," he said, with a finger wiping the last drab of cum I had on my chin.
I grabbed his wrist and sucked it off his finger, licking around it.
"Like you wouldn't believe."
"Well, there's more where that came from," he smirked. God, he was a handsome guy. Those big brown eyes and soft-spoken demeanor made me weak-kneed.
"So," I managed, staring at his still-hard cock, "let's see what else you can manage."
I turned and moved to my bedroom, shedding my shirt and boxers along the way. Marty followed, removing his shirt. Unsure of what he would be down for doing, I made it easy on him. I climbed onto the bed, kneeled down, and offered my ass up to him.
"Mount up, bud," I said, with a grin. I reached over to a bottle of lotion I kept by the bedside and started to lube up. I felt Marty climb onto the bed and felt a hand on my hip. It had been so long that I had bottomed that I didn't know how it was going to be.
Marty rubbed the head of his cock against my slick hole. I tried to relax, but as tight as I was, I knew that it was going to be a rough go of it. Marty did not disappoint. He shoved his fat cock head past my ring in one go. I gasped at the sudden pain, but just clenched the bed sheets. I heard the lotion bottle squirt a few times, and the next few inches Marty gave me felt a little better. My dry spell was evident, though, and Marty's aggressive attack pushed me to my limit.
I could feel the tears welling at the edges of my eyes, and was doing all I could to relax and take him. Marty must have sensed this, as he slowed down a little, and added some more lotion. The combination did the trick, and soon I felt his hips against my ass. As full as I felt, it still blew me away. I had lusted after Marty those few months that summer, and now here he was with his hard dick topping me.
With the preliminaries out of the way, Marty began to fuck me. It was incredible! Besides having the perfect dick for me, he knew what he was doing. Alternating between long, slow strokes and rapid fire pounding, he was driving me wild. Clenching the sheets, I could feel the sweat building on my forehead as he repeatedly nailed my spot. One hand on each hip, he had me under his complete control. Marty was fucking owning me, and I loved every minute of it.
He pushed my head down into the mattress, changing the angle and long dicking me. I let out a series of moans, unable to keep it in anymore.
"Yeah, bud. Take my dick, you need this don't you?" he said
"Fuck, Marty," I managed, "Give it to me."
"It's just like a pussy, so tight and hot." He shoved into me hard. "I could do this all night."
"It's yours. You can have this ass when you want," as I clenched down and gripped his invading rod.
"It sure is," he replied, delivering a slap on my ass.
He gave me a few more, each time punctuated by a hard stab at my guts. I could barely manage any words at this point. I could feel the sweat dripping off his head and onto my back. I grabbed the sheets with each thrust, feeling so full, but wanting more. Trying to keep my back arched and ass turned up for everything he could give me.
I could tell I was getting close, when a series of hard, quick thrusts pushed me into the mattress. My leaking cock caused a slick sliding against the sheets that pushed me over the edge. Just as I was starting to cum, Marty delivered a hard slap against my ass. I shot between my sheets and stomach, the intense pressure against my dick sending me into a frenzy.
My ass clamped down on the cock ravaging me, and I could feel Marty's dick get even harder. Then I felt the warmth of his cum flood inside me. He didn't say a word or even give me an idea that he was ready to shoot. He collapsed down on top of me, a few minor thrusts bringing us down from the intense fuck that I had just received. His arms slid underneath mine, and his head came to rest on my upper back.
"Jesus Christ Mike that was probably the hottest fuck I have ever had."
"Yeah," I croaked, still in a daze.
Marty grew soft and pulled out of me. He then rolled off and went into the bathroom. I heard the water running and closed my eyes, drifting off to sleep feeling Marty's cum start to run out of my violated ass. When I woke up the next morning, Marty was gone. I hesitated to text or call him, figuring that he was spooked by what he had just done. My unit ended up going into the field (again!) for training a few weeks later. While attending a meeting, Marty sat down at the table across from me. I was freaking out a bit, until he looked at me and cracked a small grin.
After the meeting, I approached him outside the tent.
"Hey, man. How have things been?" I asked, skirting the tension.
"Great, Mike. Better than great," he replied. "I was kind of hoping you would have called or something. I was pretty nervous to reach out to you."
"Did you work it out with your fiancé?
"Not at all. We are done," he said, with just a little tinge of bitterness. "I actually wanted to thank you for that. Our, uh, time together made me realize that I shouldn't try and hold onto something that will be damaged from the start, when there is so much else out there."
"Ha! That wasn't exactly what I was going for," I said, only slightly lying. "But I am glad that you are in a better place for it."
"We should meet up again after we get back in," he said, cracking that small grin again.
"Definitely," I replied. We shook hands and parted ways.
For the next five months, Marty fucked my ass every chance we got. Needless to say that my drought in Korea was over. I never thought that he was going to be completely gay, but he became a pretty good bi-guy. Towards the end of our time together, I managed to get him to suck my cock, and I even got to rim that beautiful ass of his a few times. I wanted to fuck him at least once, and give him the pleasure that he had always given me.
Unfortunately, our time was cut short by my unit getting tapped to deploy to Iraq. Marty sent me off with a day-long marathon fuck session that ended up with me taking five of his loads. And a kiss goodbye.
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