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My name is Jason Savage and I am eighteen years old and lived a most of my life in a small town in Arkansas. I come from a poor family. We lived off of food pantries and church handouts. My mother grew up poor and gave up pretty early on in life and had no ambition of ever being able to live on her own.
My father took off when I was three and my younger brother was a year old. Not to say he was much of a father anyhow. He was a drunk and spent any money he made at the Casino across the border into Oklahoma.
My mom was not a bad person at all, she did her best to raise us boys with what she had, and what little knowledge of parenting she had.
My mother Janice was a truck stop Cashier by day and a lot lizard by night, for a lack of better terms. Her job as a cashier alone could not afford to pay the bills on our two-bedroom trailer. For those who are unsure what a lot lizard is, I will explain it to you.
It's a person male or female that hangs out at truck stops offering sexual favors to lonely truckers who were passing through town on the highway.
I never had much in the way of friends when I was younger. Probably mostly due to the fact that I most of the time wore dirty clothing and sometimes we didn't even have running water to bathe every night.
Because I wanted to have a different life than my mother I knew I had to find something drastic to do. I joined the United States Army at the ripe old age of eighteen.
The Army sold big dreams of a College Education, Traveling around the World, and a guaranteed paycheck. All things that appealed to a young man looking to change the course of his life.
I have known I was into boys since I was about eleven years old. I used to try and catch a peek at every dick I could. I was always very shy and with my lack of close friends I never had any boys stay the night at my home, nor did I spend the night at other people's homes.
Joining the army was a huge change for me. I had never been out of Arkansas and never been on a plane. I had never even seen the inside of a plane.
The day I shipped for Basic Training was the scariest day of my life. I was about to get on a 50,000-pound flying machine with a few hundred other people and fly from my home in Arkansas to Fort Jackson South Carolina for Basic Combat Training.
I have been informed that the CR7-Canadair RJ 700 is a relatively small plane, but it looked scary and huge nonetheless.
I enlisted to be a Combat Medic so after Fort Jackson, I would then fly to Fort Sam Houston in San Antonio for my Medical training.
I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me when I stepped on the plane and saw how cramped it looked. There were rows and rows of seats on each side of the aisle and people were trying to fit their belongings in the overhead bins.
Everything I brought with me had been checked and placed on the belly of the airplane. I was instructed by my recruiter not to bring any contraband, so my load was light.
For those of you who are not aware contraband for the Army is basically anything not supplied to you by the Army. Not really, but mostly. I just brought a few changes of clothes for the trip and my personal hygiene stuff.
My flight was just under two hours and most of the flight was not that bad. Taking off and landing were the worst parts. For the take-off, the plane goes from 0 to 150 plus MPH in just over 30 seconds. Man, it felt like my stomach was being pulled out of me from behind.
Then there is the landing where everything is virtually the same in reverse. When the pilot hits the brakes it felt like the plane started leaning to one side. I just knew I was going to die on that plane.
Before getting out of the car at the airport in Little Rock my recruiter handed me a packet with instructions on what to do when I arrived at the airport in Columbia, South Carolina. I opened the envelope on the plane and read the instructions a few times because I was nervous.
The instructions stated that there was an area of the Airport that was set up for Soldiers to go to and wait for a bus to take them to Fort Jackson. My instructions didn't really specify a time so I decided to walk around the airport for a little bit before heading over to the staging area.
I walked around the airport for a few minutes, but since it was a very small airport there really was not much to see.
Before heading over to meet my US Army Liason for Fort Jackson I decided to take a piss. My last piss of freedom for the next 9 weeks.
I walked into the bathroom and there were three urinals and three stalls. I opted to use the urinal on the right. I unzipped and pulled out my meager penis. I was not blessed with a big cock. I guess it was okay at six inches and skinny with its little tuft of pubic hair just above it.
I mean I had only compared to other boys from a distance so I really don't know what a big dick looks like.
After my yellow stream of piss began to flow the door opened and a young man walked in. He appeared to be around my age. He smiled and nodded his head to me and then opted to take the urinal next to mine. There were modesty walls that were about a foot out from the wall, not that I cared.
I had never had anyone take the urinal next to mine when another was available. I guess I just figured it was an unwritten rule to always allow each other space when pissing. I really didn't mind it just caught me off guard.
But if that was not strange enough, the boy actually looked around the modesty wall and took a gander at my dick. Now being shy, one would think I would pull away or hide my cock. No, I just continued to piss.
When I finished I zipped up and moved over to the sink to wash my hands. After both of us had washed our hands, the boy put out his hand and introduced himself as Isaiah Stevens.
Isaiah was around five foot eight inches tall and weighed around one hundred and fifty pounds. He had a nice dark tan and brown hair with blue eyes. Isaiah was a very good-looking boy and to know he had been checking me out made my stomach flutter a little.
We both left the restroom and I went to the right and Isaiah went to the left. I guess having a guy blatantly checking me out in the bathroom was kind of cool, but that was that and now I needed to head over and meet the US Army Liason.
In one corner of the airport, there was a door that had the US Army Logo on it and the name SFC Linzy Winters. I took a mental note that this must be the place and lightly tapped on the door.
There was no answer so I tapped on the door another time. A few seconds after my second bit of tapping another person walked up and opened the door and walked in. I just followed him in.
When I got into the room I was greeted by SFC Winters who was in uniform and led me over to another room. The room had some snacks and drinks for us, when I got into the room there were easily another thirty people waiting. SFC Winters announced the next bus to Fort Jackson would be at 19:00 hours. Since it was only 4:00 and 19:00 was 7:00 it looked like I would be sitting around for a while.
Inside the room was a wall covered in phones so that people could call their families and let them know they had made it safely. As I stated there were also snacks and a few coolers full of drinks. There were also several computers for people to use the internet. I guess if we are going to be in there for hours at a time then we needed some way to entertain ourselves.
I used the phone to call my recruiter and my mother and let them know I had made it okay and would be waiting around for a few more hours. I then grabbed a bag of chips, a few cookies, and water and took a seat by myself.
My entertainment from there on was in the form of checking out all the hot boys in the waiting area. I had a few daydreams about what I would do them, given the opportunity. The reality is that I really had no idea what I would do. I was still a virgin on both my front and my backside. Even my mouth was still a virgin and who knew when I would find the courage to get with someone.
After a short time, I ended up drifting off to sleep and taking a nap for about thirty minutes before I heard someone at the front of the room. It was SFC Winters stating "may I have your attention please."
SFC Winters went on to inform us that one of the busses had broken down on its way here and that now only part of us would be leaving at 19:00.
SFC Winters started calling off names from a sheet of paper. (Of Course, only last names as she was preparing us for the journey that lay ahead of us.)
"Anderson, Andrews, Carter, Daniel's, Emerson, and the lists went on and on for about five minutes. My name was not called so I guess I was staying at the airport for a while longer.
As the line formed and the room seemed to get busy for a few minutes I looked around just taking it all in.
Once the line had formed and began to be escorted out of the staging area I thought to myself how nice it would be to have more space. With all the comings and goings of the new Soldiers, the room had gotten pretty crowded.
Those of us who were left started spreading out a little to have more room. That is when I spotted Isaiah, the boy from the restroom.
Isaiah spotted me at the very same time and got up and walked over to me and sat down in the chair just to my right. I could already tell this boy was going to get me in trouble. He was outgoing and hot and I believe he was flirting with me.
Isaiah and I talked for a long while, just getting to know each other a bit. Turns out Isaiah was from Michigan and loved to spend time outdoors.
Of Course, Michigan outdoors is different from Arkansas outdoors. Isaiah or Stevens as he would be referred to for the unforeseen future was from Alpena Michigan, Alpena is a small city on the Northwest side of Lake Huron. So outdoors to Stevens was fishing and boating.
My idea of the outdoors involved floating the Buffalo River, fishing, hiking, and hunting. I never was a big hunter but the other two I spent a lot of time indulging in.
I had a lot of fun talking with Stevens and it made the time pass really fast. An hour or so after we started talking Stevens stood and announced he needed to go to the restroom. I thought what the hell, I can piss and who knows when the bus will arrive.
We walked up and spoke to SFC Winters and advised her where we were going. She stated, "I have not heard a thing about the bus, so you boys should have plenty of time."
With that, we walked down to the restrooms. By this time of the night, the airport was empty, and very few planes were coming and going, so we were the only ones out walking around.
We took two urinals right next to each other. I know I wanted another look and something told me Stevens was hoping to get an eye full as well.
I almost laughed because Stevens was almost straining his neck to get a peek. After shaking a few last-minute drops of piss I stepped back about a foot and smiled at him.
Stevens caught me completely off guard when he asked me if he could touch it.
I was finding it hard to breathe so I was not able to speak but I nodded my head in agreement that he could touch me.
Stevens stepped towards me with his jeans undone and his underwear and jeans tucked behind his balls and wrapped his hands around my tool.
His hands were so warm and soft when he touched me. I feared that I would cum if he kept it up too long.
Stevens moved his mouth up by my ear and whispered "you have a beautiful cock, I would love to suck it."
As crazy as it sounds that was all it took and I shot my load all over his hand and some of my cum even landed on the thigh of his jeans. I was mortified and quickly zipped up and left the room.
It took Isaiah a few minutes to make it back to the staging area, but when he did he came right back over and sat with me.
Isaiah stated, "It's nothing to be ashamed of." I explained that I was a virgin and he had been the first person to ever touch my dick other than me.
We talked as quietly as possible so that others were not able to hear us. I think we were successful.
About twenty minutes later our bus arrived and SFC Winters announced it was time for us to load up.
Myself, Isaiah, and about thirty other young men started lining up and loading our things on the bus.
Isaiah and I sat together for the ride to Fort Jackson. We rode in silence for a long while before Isaiah grabbed my hand and moved it onto his lap. He covered my hand with his jacket and shoved my hand in the zipper of his pants.
I was in heaven, Isaiah's cock felt massive. It must have been eight inches long and four inches around. I could barely get my hand around it.
I looked into his face and he smiled and I explored his private parts and everyone else appeared to be oblivious to what we were doing.
It only took about four minutes before Isaiah blew his load in my hand. He used the inside of his jacket to clean himself and then wipe off my hand.
Isaiah looked at me and said, "now we are even."
The next few days were extremely busy with going through all sorts of stations to get uniforms, equipment, and all kinds of administrative things taken care of. Not to mention all the damn shots and awkward moments of standing around perfect strangers in your underwear.
One guy PVT Davis was trying to be cool and did not wear any underwear that day. Yea he probably felt pretty stupid standing around naked all day. Thankfully for him this part we were separate from the girls.
Fort Jackson is a COED training post for basic training.
After the initial inprocessing everyone was broken into groups and assigned temporary barracks. Myself and Isaiah were not in the same barracks, so I was kind of lonely and a little homesick.
After a couple of days with this setup, a bunch of us were called out early in the morning and told to pack our things for moving to our training barracks.
This was one of the hardest parts yet. All the Drill Sergeants wanted us to move quickly and all the while they were yelling at us and asking us dumb questions like "where ya from private?" "Does your momma like your ugly face, private?" One of them even looked at me and said "Your girlfriend is already at Jodi's house, isn't she?"
I just continued to focus and attempt to stay under the radar and not get singled out.
We all loaded up on buses and were taken to a different set of buildings. This place was to be our home for the next eight weeks. There were two, two-story buildings with a breezeway connecting them. The first floor in between the two buildings consisted of the administrative offices for the Drill Sergeants.
The buildings were made of tan bricks and light tan awnings covering all the windows and entryways. There was a large track off to one side with a large section in the middle that appeared to be covered in wood chips. During our orientation, I found out this was the Physical Fitness Field or PT Field.
I bet my smile went from ear to ear when they were calling out names for my barracks and they called my name and then two names later was Stevens. I was watching out of the corner of my eye and saw Isaiah running over to join our formation.
Of Course, now I have to think of a way to keep my hands off of him for the next eight weeks so neither of us ends up in trouble.
The day even got better because when they were assigning battle buddies me and Isaiah were together.
What a crazy coincidence, the first guy who ever touched my cock and let me touch his, is now going to be my battle buddy for the next eight weeks. Damn that will even make it harder to keep my hands off of him.
The first night in our new barracks was a long night. Putting our clothing and gear away and getting oriented to our new living quarters seemed like it took forever.
Wake up the next morning was at 05:00 hrs. Shit, that's early.
The first task of the morning was to take an initial Physical Fitness Test for a baseline. As fate would have it I was paired up with Isaiah, or I guess I should start calling him PVT Stevens.
I graded him first on the pushups and he was able to get fifty-five of them. He graded me next and I got forty-eight.
Next was the sit-ups. I graded him first by holding his feet and counting the number he completed. Holy cow watching the outline of his dick bouncing around every time he laid back was mesmerizing. At one point I lost count but I am pretty sure he completed sixty-five of them.
I was next and I was able to complete sixty eighty. I am surprised I got that many because he was making me laugh every time I sat up. God this cute boy is going to be the death of me.
Next was the run and we decided we were neither one in very good running condition. Since the Drill Sergeants were grading this one we chose to run together for pacing. We were both very surprised when we finished our two-mile run in just under fifteen minutes. It is not an amazing time, but it passes the test. We both figured if we could pass the first one then all subsequent tests should be a breeze.
The next few weeks consisted of weapons training and basic soldier skills that are taught to all new Soldiers.
Myself and Isaiah continued to be close which was good because we worked very well together. We took our showers around the same time and were able to catch a glimpse of each other but we were never able to touch or explore each other's bodies any further than we did at the airport and on the bus.
We continued to take the Physical Fitness test every week on Monday and both our scores continued to get better. We made the perfect pair because we were nice to each other as well as competitive to keep each other moving forward.
After the third week, the Drill Sergeants were not around as much at night. For the first three weeks, there was always one on duty in each bay. After that third week, it went down to one on shift with one of us Soldiers as runners for him or her. Since our basic training was coed, there were male and female Drill Sergeants.
We both assumed that after that third week we might have the opportunity to sneak off and fool around a little bit.
That opportunity kept pushing itself off because as anyone who has ever been at Basic Training knows, there is no privacy and nearly no alone time.
Week eight came and I was about to bust. I was so horny I thought my eyes might pop out of my head. I had only managed to masturbate a handful of times.
One thing the both of us had to look forward to was we knew we had a pass coming after graduation. The Drill Sergeants had already informed us all that everyone who passed was going to get a three-day pass before being shipped off to their specialty schools.
We were both looking forward to this pass because we had already planned on getting a room in nearby Columbia and just enjoying each other.
The sad stuff was to come soon. I would be going to Fort Sam Houston for medical training and Isaiah would be going to Fort Lee, Virginia for his quartermaster training. Then after that who knows where we both will end up. Wherever it was, it would more than likely not be together.
Graduation day came and I was so nervous because of the plans myself and Isaiah had made for our pass. I had never had sex before and I don't know if he has. The one thing I knew was that I wanted him to be my first. That didn't change the fact that I was nervous as hell.
After graduation, we both stayed in our Dress Blues and caught a taxi out to our hotel. We had secured a room at the Holiday Inn in Columbia.
We got to the room about 16:30 that afternoon and talked a bit since it was our first ever really alone time. We talked about our families. We talked about how we knew we were gay. We also hit on several other topics over the next hour and a half.
Isaiah announced that he was going to take a shower and then we could grab some food. He walked to the bathroom and went inside and undressed. After about five minutes the door opened and he peeked his head out and asked me "Would you like to join me?"
I was scared out of my mind, but yes I wanted to join him. I ended the room and he was standing there wrapped in a towel. Isaiah unzipped my pants and then started removing my shirt and then the rest of my clothing. I was lost in a trance just allowing him to undress me.
When I was standing there in only my underwear Isaiah looked into my eyes and our faces moved toward each other and we began to kiss. The kiss was rather sloppy but amazing all the same. We were both scared and dying to get into each other's pants.
After about a minute of sloppy kissing Isaiah let his towel drop and he was completely naked underneath. We separated briefly so I could remove my boxer briefs. As they fell to the ground we started kissing again.
This kiss was a lot briefer than the previous one. Isaiah stated the water and we both stepped inside the shower and allowed the water to run down our bodies. We both stared and touched each other lightly. Running our hands up and down each other's bodies.
Isaiah grabbed a washcloth and a bar of soap and began to wash my body. He started on my chest and moved his hands down my body paying special attention to his favorite spots. My pectorals, my navel, my pelvic area, and of course my cock. As he continued to move down my body by washing my thighs, then calves, and even my feet. I swear I could feel his breath on the head of my cock, which by the way was the hardest I believe it had ever been.
Isaiah looked forward and began to stare at my dick before he slowly and sensually started licking my head. At this point, his hand wrapped around my member and he began to slowly stroke my shaft while my head was in his mouth. This has to be the most amazing feeling in the universe. His mouth was warm and velvety. Isaiah grabbed my hand and placed it on the back of his head and urged me to take control.
After all, I was becoming less nervous now that the sexual activity had begun. I knew one thing and that was that as good as his mouth felt I knew I could not last very long.
I only lasted a few minutes before spewing my jism into Isaiah's warm mouth. Isaiah just moaned around my cock and attempted to drink up every last drop of my cum.
I wasted no time and didn't even bother washing Isaiah, I just dropped to my knees and grabbed his dick. Oh by the way it is just a little over eight inches long and extremely thick. I followed the same routine that Isaiah had done by stroking his shaft and working the tip with my mouth. At one point I tried to take all eight-plus inches of his dick and gagged myself. I decided that probably was not very attractive so I just settled for the last four inches of his cock in my mouth. It must have worked because Isaiah only lasted about thirty seconds longer than me and filled my mouth with his seed.
I was not able to get it all and some ran out of my mouth and onto the shower floor.
Both of us got out of the shower and got dressed and started looking for a place to grab some dinner.
We settled on a small dinner in town because attempting to secure a fancy dinner was out of either of our price ranges.
The next few days were more of the same. We sucked each other off and slept naked in the same bed.
On the last day of our pass we talked about anal sex and determined that I was more of a top and Isaiah was more of a bottom. Over the past few days, we had gathered supplies like lube and such and kept hoping one or the other of us would make a move but neither of us did until that last night.
After laying there nearly spent from the oral festivities I rolled over and put my arm across his chest and we began to kiss. Our kissing had moved from sloppy to sensual by this time with all of the practice we had been getting.
With our lips still locked together in a kiss, I knew that the time was now or never because we both had to report back the next day. I moved on top of Isaiah and then in between his legs. We continued to kiss and allow our hands to explore each other's bodies.
I moved down and positioned myself on my knees in between Isaiah's legs and looked into his eyes and saw a longing that I would probably never see again in my life. It was a mix of lust, confusion, fear, and need all at the same time.
I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the bottle of lube and squirted a small amount on my index finger and then started playing around with the outer ring of Isaiah's hole. After a moment I began to slide my finger into his ass. At first, it felt like it would not go, but once it passed through the first ring it was like his hole sucked my finger in. I slowly started fucking him with my index finger for a few minutes before pulling out, applying more lube, and inserted two fingers back in. It felt tight but the look on his face told me to keep going, so I added a third finger.
I must have been hitting Isaiah's prostate because precum started leaking from his cock. Being young and flexible has its advantages as I was able to lean down and lick up his leakage.
Isaiah said, "Fuck, dont do that, I will blow my load." I smiled and pulled my three fingers out of his ass.
I lined my cock up to his ass hole and began to push against his sphincter. At first, it felt like my cock would never fit into this boy's tight little asshole but after a few pushes, I was able to get the head in. Isaiah winced in pain and I asked him if he was alright.
Isaiah nodded his head to indicate he was fine and I continued to ease my cock further into his hole.
It took nearly ten minutes to get my cock completely into his ass. After hitting his cheeks with my pelvic bone I stopped and allowed him to adjust to my intrusion. Isaiah's ass felt so warm like it was one hundred degrees in there.
I began to fuck Isaiah slowly at first but over a period of a couple of minutes, I began to pick up speed. Even though my cock is not extremely long, only coming in at just over six inches, it was doing the trick for Isaiah. He was leaking gallons of precum and moaning and bucking uncontrollably. I continued to pick up the pace and now fucking him with full force and both of us were moaning and in no time at all, I tensed up and my orgasm felt like it started at my toes and moved all the way to my dick and then to my eyes as I erupted into Isaiah's bowels. My orgasm must have triggered something in Isaiah because he spewed cum all over us both while my balls were emptying in his ass.
Both sticky with cum and lube we took a shower together and then fell asleep in each other's arms.
The next morning we traveled back to Fort Jackson and reported to our prospective areas.
The next morning I was on a plane to Fort Sam Houston and who knows if I will ever see Isaiah again.
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