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**************** The talk Patrick and I had in the shower was great. He and I talked about the fact we were both into guys. Patrick told me he had fooled around with a few guys before coming here.
Patrick told me about his first love who was a boy named Sean who lived a few houses down from him. Patrick stated he gave Sean a blowjob and while Patrick was in love Sean was just looking for a place to deposit his semen.
Patrick told me he was cum drunk and allowed this to continue for much longer than he should have but now he hadn't seen Sean in two years.
Patrick did not divulge any other boys specifically but it sounded like there was quite a list of boys who had made semen deposits over the years.
I told Patrick that I had always been too afraid to act on my homosexual thoughts and had never been with a boy. I did tell him that I was guilty of fondling one of my friends during a sleepover one night. I said, "that does not count since the other boy was sleeping."
Over the next few days, Patrick and I had become relatively close and were assigned to be battle buddies. This meant I would be spending a lot of time with him, which I found to be appealing. Of course, no matter how close you get, being able to sneak off and get it on was a completely different story about the barracks.
Since we were only on our second week at Basic Training there was a Drill Seargent around almost twenty-four hours a day. When we slept someone was watching us, when we were awake we were so busy there was no time for anything.
About our fourth week in the training brigade, things got a bit more relaxed as far as having a Drill Sergeant around all the time. We went to having all of them around during the day but only one was on duty at night while we slept. There was still a fire guard in the barracks but they were soldiers and not usually paying much attention like they should have been.
A fireguard consists of one soldier who would sit at a small chair by the door of our barracks. This person's job was to keep anyone from leaving without authorization or to let the Drill Sergeant on duty know if there were any problems. You know like some dummy wanting to commit suicide because his life at Basic Training was so rough or his girlfriend provided him with the famed Dear John Letter.
Anyway on Friday after our fourth week I was so tired after our day of training I fell on my bunk and passed out fully clothed even with my boots on. I was startled awake shortly after midnight. When I opened my eyes Drill Sergeant Ruiz was standing at the foot of my bunk and told me to get up and get a shower and then back to bed.
Without delay, I stripped to my underwear and grabbed my personal hygiene kit, and headed for the shower room. The Latrine (bathroom) was located at the far end of a really large room where all of us slept and the shower room was located just off to the north side of the Latrine.
I stood there for a few minutes allowing the water to trickle down my body and enjoying finally having the shower to myself. Well, I was wishing Patrick would join me because I was feeling a little horny.
I decided to stroke my cock since I was all alone there was little chance anyone would see me since the others were all sleeping or at least supposed to be.
I allowed my hand to fall to my cock and I started rubbing the large vein on the bottom of my shaft. My cock started getting hard almost immediately. While I dont have the biggest dick in the world but I have to say I am pretty proud of my seven-inch circumcised dick. My cocks best attribute was probably the fat mushroom head that was quite a bit thicker than the rest.
I was also quite proud of the walnut-sized testicles that rested under my cock in their loose sack. I wouldn't say I had low hangers but they were not hung close to my body all the time either. Sure there were times when I was so excited or turned on that like every other boy in the world my nuts would draw up close to my shaft and hurt from being squeezed together.
I had been stroking for a minute or so when I heard one of the bathroom stall doors open in the main bathroom. Obviously, with the wall between us, I had no clue who it was but became a little self-conscious about stroking my dick with someone else in the next room.
I was too nervous to continue jerking my cock so I finished up my shower and started drying off. I still had no clue who was using the bathroom but I could hear someone cough every once in a while.
I just kept to myself and walked out and started brushing my teeth and getting ready to head back to my bunk.
That was when I heard a familiar moan and realized that Patrick was in the stall and he was not crapping. It sounded like he was Jacking off. I whispered his name and confirmed it was him.
The door unlocked and sure enough, Patrick was sitting on the toilet with his dick in his hand. I smiled and joined him in the stall. He stood and for a minute we embraced each other before I moved around and dropped my underwear and took a seat on the toilet. Patrick's dick was in my face at this point and I began touching him.
I wanted so badly to taste him but was afraid. Patrick could sense my reluctance so he placed his hand on the back of my head and began pulling me forward. I allowed him to take the lead and in no time the head of his hard cock was touching my lips and begging me to open my mouth.
I stuck my tongue out and touched it to his piss slit and tasted his sweet pre-cum, it was amazing. With a bit more force Patrick kept pulling my face to his cock and soon my lips began to split and his cock entered my mouth. The taste was amazing, there was a salty flavor that was not gross or overpowering so it turned me on.
Patrick's dick was a bit shorter than mine and only about six and a half inches or so. His cock was fairly thick and had this vein going across the top that was huge and very pronounced.
He continued to push my head down on his dick until my nose was nestled into his pubic hair. Patrcick's pubic hair was amazing, it was thin and not gross like some guys I have seen. His hair smelled like the rest of him and had a very fresh odor to it.
While Patrick was face fucking me the bathroom door opened and someone came in and walked up to one of the urinals and took a piss. Thankfully they didn't even seem to realize we were there.
After the person had left and we were alone again I started really sucking Patrick's cock and he was moaning, probably much louder than he should have been, but who cares.
Soon his cum started to fill my mouth and I was faced with the decision to swallow or not. I decided to relax my throat and swallow his seed. I would never lie and say his nut tasted like honey from the gods. No, it was not that pleasant at all. The allure of swallowing a man's cum is more the act, not the flavor.
He really seemed surprised and happy I had swallowed his cum. As we stared into each other's eyes he leaned forward and kissed me on the lips and even sucked his own seed off of my lower lip.
This time I didn't run out of the stall and hide. I had now sucked my first cock and tasted my first taste of cum.
Patrick reached down and started stroking my dick while I continued to sit on the toilet seat. It took less than a minute for me to reach my climax and I shot cum all over him. Patrick seemed to enjoy my cum dripping down his body and just before it was all over he leaned over and stuck my cock into his mouth and cleaned the remnants of cum from my dick.
We both cleaned up and headed back out to our bunks and luckily it seemed we had never been missed.
I had vivid dreams of the two of us trading blowjobs and hand jobs all through the night. The dream that finally woke me up was one where Patrick and I had decided to progress to anal sex and he had been bent over my bunk and was fucking me while everyone else in our company watched.
I had never thought of myself as potentially being into voyeurism but it was hot to have everyone watching as he plowed me from behind and then forced all six and a half inches in my ass and pumped a huge load into my anal cavity.
The next few weeks were fairly uneventful, as usual, we were so busy with training and sleeping that we never got much alone time to explore each other any further.
I thought about Patrick a lot and at this point even thought I might be falling in love with him. I was trying to keep myself at a distance so as not to get hurt. At the end of the day, I knew that after week eight we could be separated for our advanced military training schools. We are both infantry soldiers but who knows if we will go to separate brigades or not. Even if by some chance we ended up together for a few more weeks the likelihood of us being stationed at the same base was slim to none.
After we had been in training for six weeks it was time to do grenade training and thankfully Patrick and I were paired on this range and would be working together. Since the range was running in buddy teams there was plenty of downtime and we got to talk a lot.
Of course, the talk was fairly PG since we were surrounded by other Soldiers.
Patrick and I talked about each other's families and what it was like in our hometowns. Patrick was from Little Rock Arkansas and I was from Waco, Texas. While the two cities are located in the same region of the United States the worlds could not be any further apart.
Patrick was raised in a large city where things ran at a faster pace and you could live next to a person for ten years and never know their name. Where I was raised just outside of Waco Texas everyone knew everyone and the world ran at a rancher's pace.
If you don't know what a rancher's pace is well picture a turtle and then slow it down a bit.
Patrick's family could care less about God, the devil, or anything of that nature, while my family wouldnt miss church on Sunday to save their lives.
Patrick's family knew he was gay and was okay with it. My parents would disown me or send me to some sort of conversion camp to rid me of my gay demon.
I also learned that he was the youngest of three children. He had a brother in his late thirties and a sister in her mid thirty's. With their age differences, he might as well have been an only child. Myself on the other hand I had four brothers and each of us was eighteen months apart nearly to the day.
Patrick said he was an accident and his parents were not looking to have a child at the time he was conceived. My parents, on the other hand, were trying to create their own little army to single handedly fight off the devil durring the apocalypse.
Over the next few weeks, Patrick and I hung out a lot but we never found the time to do any more sexy stuff. We were both looking forward to graduating Basic Training because we were going to get a weekend pass to enjoy as we see fit. Patrick and I had plans to get a hotel and spend some quality time together getting better acquainted.
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