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********************************* I wouldn't say I had the greatest childhood in the universe. The first time I ever masturbated when I was a young boy was not all about boys, but the underlying tone of my special moment had a lot to do with boys. It was not exactly sexual as much as just visualizing anatomy.
I would say that I did know from a young age I was attracted to members of the same sex but those feelings were repressed, and rightly so.
I had an older cousin who was gay and every time he would bring his boyfriend around, the whole family would refer to him as his friend as they made a motion with their hand to indicate he was gay. You know the motion where one bends at the wrist with their fingers pointing at the ground.
Yea this told me that I would need to keep my feelings repressed and find a way to like girls so that I wouldn't be treated that way. Sean, my cousin never made a big deal out of it and acted like he never noticed them.
My grandfather would even call him Sean's "special friend" if that doesn't make you just want to crawl into the proverbial closet and die as a young boy.
At this time President Bill Clinton was around and had enacted his "Don't ask, Don't tell" policy for our nation's armed forces. This policy was a true win, NOT. The idea was that you didn't have to tell and they couldn't ask you if you were gay. At the same time, you were not allowed to be seen doing gay things. If you were, then it was the boot.
I enlisted in the Army in 1996 and by this time had been sexually active with one boy. The boy will continue to be unnamed because he is not involved in this story. We fooled around a number of times over the years between the ages of thirteen and seventeen. When I joined the army I had not been with anyone male or female in over a year.
You see, I was in no way mentally or physically prepared for the military. I never played sports or even had that many friends growing up. Removing my clothing in front of others was not expected, even though I knew it was coming at some point.
My first day at Fort Benning, GA was June 10th, 1996. The first stop was a place referred to as 30th AG. Funny to this day I have no clue what AG stands for. In other circles, it was called reception. At reception, the showers and toilets had doors on them to ensure a private moment when one was naked.
After about ten days at reception, a large group of us was called out into the breezeway and informed we were moving downrange.
Downrange is what they refer to as the training barracks, there are several units and one never knows which one they were going to until that day arrives.
The rumors at reception are that some units downrange got cake and soda and had really nice Drill Seargent's, and some were hardcore and the Drill Seargent's were mean. The rumors indicated that a unit called 2/15 was not a fun place to go and that if you wanted an easy time then you hoped you were sent to 1/38 or 1/19.
Oh, yea and this is also the point where your first name becomes useless and I would be referred to as Thompson. At this time in the process you don't even get a rank, it's just your last name and sometimes a few choice words if they liked you.
Well lucky me I found out I was going to 1/38 with about a hundred other young soldiers who were about to enter the ride of their lives. Or so we thought at this point.
Our Journey down range began in what we called Cattle trucks, I understand they use buses these days. For those of you who don't know. A cattle truck is a large trailer with slotted holes on each side so you could see out. It was pulled by some sort of big truck. Soldiers were crammed in as tight as possible.
As crazy as it sounds I got a boner from being cooped up with all these young men in such a confined space. Don't worry my boner went away before even getting out of the truck because the super friendly, cake-eating Drill Sergeants were standing at the door and yelling at us.
All one hundred-plus of us young boys were running out of the trailers and being ushered to stand in a mass formation with our bags which consisted of two green duffle bags that held all of your uniforms and other belongings.
None of us had much in the line of belongings at this point. They make you throw away contraband at reception. Notable contraband was cigarettes, magazines, books, and any underwear or clothing you bought with you. Yea they took my Hanes and gave me some Army brown underwear that was like the stuff an old man would wear. Yea and it didn't fit right. We all had to get used to it, because freeballing was not an option either.
All that day I was running through my brain how I was going to keep from getting a hard-on when I saw all of these boys in the shower later. Little did I know I had nothing to fear, the Drill Sergeants did timed relay showers that first night.
This is where you all stand in four lines or as many showerheads as the room had. You would have your towel over your junk and then the Drill Sergeants would time everyone and you had one minute to get in, get soaped up, and then out you went.
I did get to gander at a few swinging johnsons, but most of us were too worried about getting in trouble for being too slow that even a glimpse of a cock was short.
This continued for the first week as the Drill Sergeants attempted to establish themselves as the Alphas in the operation. I would say with the heightened level of fear in all of us young boys they achieved their goal.
I am sure some guys found a way to rub one out at some point or another, but I was too afraid of getting caught. The first time I built up the nerve was in the crapper. I was pretending to take a dump and I sat real high on the seat of the toilet and aimed my cock into the bowl. I was so aroused at hearing the voices of the other guys in the bathroom that I think it may have taken about eight pumps before I shot all over the inside of the bowl.
I remember exiting the stall and thinking everyone must know what I was doing in there. As long as none of them knew they were helping by just being in close proximity then my secret would be safe.
All boys know that boys jack off, but when I was younger it was not something we sat around and talked about. The talk was more about our sexual exploits with the opposite sex. Even if they were mostly lies or exaggerations of what really happened.
So after week one, it became much harder to fend off my erections since if I opened my eyes in the shower there was a cock just a few feet away. The cocks on these boys were big, small, skinny, fat, circumcised, and uncircumcised. Most would think a person with repressed homosexual feelings would be in heaven.
Not really it was hell. Looking at an average of ten cocks every time you take a shower and not being able to touch them and mentally concentrating on not getting hard.
During my second week, there was a black guy in the shower at the same time that I was. I was mesmerized by the color of his dick. It was dark brown with a reddish-colored head. It was not bright red like a clown's nose, but noticeably redder than the rest of his penis. His cock was not exactly long but it was the fattest dick I think I had ever seen. It was so fat and full that it looked like he had a constant hard-on.
Part of me wanted to make sure I only showered when he was in there and another part of me knew I had to stay away from this dude for fear my sex drive would win over and I would jump on my knees and pleasure him in front of God and everyone.
His name was Ross, Private Ross, Private Ross was five foot eight inches tall and weighed about one hundred and thirty-five pounds. His body was amazing, he was a very dark caramel color, so I assumed he was mixed. Private Ross had a very deep voice and was extremely sure of himself. I say this because he was good at everything it seemed like.
One night in week three I was so tired from the day's activities that I fell asleep fully clothed on my bunk. I was woken up around 1:00 am by the drill Sergeant. Drill Sergeant Morales is a short little Mexican guy. He was very nice and dropped the asshole persona of Drill Sergeant and was more fatherly when he woke me up. He gently patted me and said, "Thompson, run, take a shower and get back to bed."
I got to the area just before the shower where we undressed and heard the shower running. I couldn't help but wonder who else would be showering at this time of the night.
To my surprise it was Private Ross, with his ass facing toward me I could see his hand moving at a rapid pace and I instantly knew he was masturbating.
Myself, I would have been shy and embarrassed, but Ross turned around and never missed a stroke and even smiled at me as he continued to Jerk his fat, Brown sausage.
In his true funny and secure personality he looked at me and said "if you can't beat em, Join em" as he was looking at my now erect penis. I grabbed my cock and for the next few minutes we jerked off while watching each other.
Ross was the first to shoot his load on the shower floor. He tensed up and shot one, two and then the third rope of cum onto the floor and it was instantly washed down the drain. His orgasm caused mine to rise to the surface and I tensed up and shot a much smaller load on the floor. My cum washed down the drain as well.
We never said a word. He rinsed the cum from his hand and dick and then left the shower. I watched his tight little black buns swish away to get dressed. I took a little longer to rinse myself and he was gone when I got to the changing area.
My mind was in a pure state of bliss as I thought about what had just happened in the shower. I kept wondering what would have happened if I had offered to give him a hand.
Would Ross have allowed me to jack him off or would it have upset him and made him push me away?
It was hard to sleep that night as I rolled over and over in my brain about the situation with Ross in the shower. Thankfully the next day was Sunday and a light day for us as far as training goes.
You see, the Army likes to allow its soldiers a worship time. Even those who were not at all religious found their way to church. There were no Drill Sergeants yelling at anyone at Church. After the first few weeks, we even got to march ourselves in small groups to the chapel and back.
And yes I was kind of a lazy young Soldier so every Sunday I was in Church. I went to Church as a child as well, but it was more so my mother could have a Sunday babysitter, not to ensure my soul was on its way to the pearly gates.
Over the next few weeks from hand grenade training to marksmanship I had the chance to eyeball several other young men in the shower. None of them gave me the show that Private Ross did but I enjoyed the scenery all the same. During our eighth week of training, it was time for a long road march, some field training, and then another long march back to the barracks.
As an Infantry Soldier, every day of your training is preparing you for the finale. A twelve-mile road march then some training on how to dig and camouflage a proper fighting position.
The March was brutal by the time we were at our first stopping point for a water break and to check on our feet, I had already worn a blister on my right heel. As bad as it hurt, I had been preparing for weeks for this moment.
Private Ross and I were close to each other in the Marching order, so he came up to check on me and gave me a little pep talk. I was truly inspired by Ross, not only because I was infatuated with his dick, but because he was a model Soldier.
Ross was very athletic. I was close to him during a Physical Fitness test during week four and he was able to do seventy pushups, eighty situps, and his two-mile run in just over twelve minutes.
Myself, I did the minimum on pushups and situps and my run time was right at fifteen minutes which was barely passing. I wanted badly to be a badass, but I was built like a butt plug at five foot six inches tall and weighing one hundred fifty pounds. Genetics was not in my favor.
Anyhow Ross was my one-man cheering squad all the way to our bivouac site. That is Soldier talk for camping sites. The army has to give everything some official name to make it sound less cool and fun.
I was relieved and felt overjoyed when myself and Private Ross were put together as battle buddies for our foxhole.
We were to stay three nights out constructing and refining our foxhole to meet Infantry Standards outlined in the FM 7-8. The foxhole was supposed to be dug deep enough that the tallest man could be in up to his underarms and then the hole would be covered and concealed so that an enemy would not notice you as good and when they did you were a little hard to shoot at.
Myself, I think foxholes are outdated and about as useful as a Kevlar helmet is. Oh well, it's a requirement to pass Infantry training and be permitted to graduate.
We dug and dug and then dug some more to get our hold deep enough. As fun as digging a hole sounds, it was made more complicated by the fake threat of an enemy force. Due to this, we had to dig in shifts. One person would dig and the other would pull security. At night one guy would sleep, curled up in the bottom of the hole, while the other guy would watch for threats from the enemy.
On the second day of digging myself and Ross got to talking about girls and everything under the sun that two young men could talk about.
Ross mentioned he had a girlfriend back home in Utah and that he missed being able to have sex with her. He made me laugh several times when he talked about forgetting what pussy felt like and how much rougher his hand was.
That night in our foxhole it was my time to sleep and Private Ross looked down and apologized and said he needed to rub one out or he was going to die. He pulled his uniform trousers to his knees and began to stroke his cock.
I couldn't help but watch him for a few minutes before I moved over closer to him and offered my mouth. Ross was looking out at the treeline and I just placed my lips on the head of his cock. I never looked back and began to lick the head of his dick. Ross slowly stopped jerking off and placed his right hand on the back of my head and proceeded to guide my mouth further onto his dick.
It's safe to say I was committed at this point and that Ross didn't seem to have an issue with me sucking his dick.
I played with his balls with my left hand and sucked his cock. After a minute or so he started to fuck my face with so much force my head was pushed against the dirt on the sidewall of the hole. Soon I felt his dick begin to enlarge and spasm as he blew his load into my welcoming mouth.
I tried to swallow all of his boy juice but some dripped down my chin and onto my brown Army shirt. After finishing him off Ross pulled back up his trousers and looked at me and said "you better get some rest, Thompson."
I did just that, I curled up into a ball and slept well with my belly full of his cum.
At around 2:00 am Ross woke me up because it was my time to pull guard duty. Instantly I was hit by what I had done and felt embarrassed and did not want to look him in the eye. I just stared straight ahead as we moved around each other and took my place and pointed my weapon at our imaginary enemy.
After a few minutes, I felt Ross's hand graze over the buttons on my trousers and looked down to see him undoing my buttons and then pulling my dick out. To my astonishment, he was now sucking my cock.
Having Ross's mouth on my dick felt so amazing, it became apparent really quick that this was not his first time. He wasted no time at getting my entire six and a half inches into his mouth. I was so aroused that I think I lasted a total of three minutes before I filled his mouth with my warm nectar. Ross coughed a little which made us both giggle as we hoped that no one around us had heard.
With our balls a little lighter and our stomachs a little fuller we both made the twelve-mile trek back to our barracks the next day.
The field operation went well and ended with a ceremony at the parade field by the base commander's house the next morning, complete with a steak and egg breakfast for the future graduates of our Infantry training.
The next few days would be filled with a pass to go out on the town and a graduation ceremony. I was looking forward to the pass so I could talk to Ross just he and I and figure out where the foxhole blowjob thing came from.
All the talk about his girlfriend and hot pussy and then my cock in his mouth had me a bit confused.
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