Warning: The story contains descriptions of sexual encounters and contact between consenting young people and later on as adults. If you are not of legal age to read erotic stories of this nature or you are offended by the subject matter contained herein do not read any further.
Although my story is a work of fiction it is loosely based upon facts and experiences that my friends and I have discussed openly and personally experienced. Many of the facts are drawn from actual life experiences and life experiences of people that I care deeply about; therefore, specific names, places, times, and dates have been altered to protect all innocent parties. I'm a baby boomer who grew into maturity during the 1950s and 1960s. What a great time to be a kid growing up in America. The first chapters of "Envious of Extra Inches" were devoted to the early years surrounding Donnie and Phillip. Now the story picks up after the two men return from military service in the 1970s. One is already enrolled in college the other is preparing to do so. I hope some readers can relate to my story and enjoy it.
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Envious, The Homecoming
The Reunion
The two recently reunited high school friends rode through the night towards motel row on the outskirts of town in silence. The recently released military men were fully aroused as they rode through the darkness. They were deep into personal thoughts about what was about to take place. Donnie, the older of the two by months, had arrived back home about six months before his best friend Phillip. He had been released from active duty early to attend college and had just made the registration cutoff date. The college freshman hadn't had any sexual contact with anyone for those months since arriving back in the states. All he had done to relieve the sexual frustration in his life for months was pulling his pud.
With a raging hard-on that was literally aching to break free, needy for attention, Donnie was envisioning a robust reunion of mutually satisfying sex with his old friend whom he'd engaged in experimental sex with throughout high school. He needed Phillip, hopefully to help him fill the void in his life due to the loss of his last lover.
There had only been a handful of sexual partners since he and Phillip last engaged in sex during the high school years. Most were clumsy one night stands fumbling round trying to find quick release for pent up sexual frustration. Of course there were the long weekends and leave time holed up in hotel rooms. Donnie had become so much more educated about sex since those naïve experimental years back in high school. However, it was his last partner who'd taught Donnie so much more, a partner that he was missing and longing for on a daily basis.
Unlike Donnie's older brother he hadn't gone to Vietnam due to the U.S. pullout; instead, Donnie had been sent to Korea for thirteen months. About three months into his thirteen months tour Donnie met and eventually fell in love with his young martial arts instructor.
Kim was a Korean solider who taught martial arts during off duty hours. Both young soldiers were assigned to the joint headquarters command at Yongsan which is located in Seoul. They met by way of martial arts training. Kim was a black belt and one of the assistant instructors at the dojang where they practiced.
The twenty-one year old Korean solider took Donnie under his wing as a novice, training him in Korean martial arts and wrestling as well as the art of making love. Kim proved to be a virile individual, shattering the myth about Asian men being small and weak. Kim stood six feet one inches tall with a well-toned muscular physique. He also had a dick about a half inch longer than Donnie's six and half inches when erect. Within a few weeks of their initial meeting Donnie and Kim discovered that they were both gay and fell in love with each other.
Kim had a small one room place in Seoul where the two would steal away for sexual trysts when ever possible. During the remaining nine months Donnie was assigned to Korea he and Kim became lovers -- a committed couple. The two were so deeply committed to each other that it was a tearfully sad day when Donnie left to return to the states.
The night before the day the two parted all they could do was hold each other and cry, knowing that they may never see each other again. Of course each promised the other they would stay in touch. They also promised each other they would eventually see each other again one day, reuniting as lovers. Thus far they had not broken the first part of the promise, keeping in touch by way of mail at least once a week.
Someday Donnie would to tell Phillip about Kim, but that would come later. The upcoming rendezvous that night was about the two old friends reuniting, hopefully for an unforgettable sexual marathon. Donnie was looking forward to not only feeling and tasting his best bud's new uncovered cock, but put into practice some of the sexual techniques he'd acquired over the past couple years, especially those he and Kim had practiced together.
Donnie had always known Phillip to have an uncut cock, so this was going to be a new experience for both of them. For years Donnie fantasized about what his buddy's glans might look like with the foreskin removed, exposing what he thought from what he could see beneath the foreskin would be a very prominently pronounced cockhead. The quick reveal a few minutes earlier in Phillip's folk's garage was definitely not disappointing.
In a few more moments Donnie was about to see the thing of his fantasies up close, feeling and tasting it for the first time since Phillip had his surgery. But first Donnie needed to make a stop, so Donnie asked the cab driver, "Pull into that all-night drug store."
"What's up?" Phillip asked.
"Need to get something for the party," Donnie replied, "Be right back."
With that said Donnie quickly slid out of the backseat of the cab, pushing his hard dick down as he stood up before entering the all-night drug store. He made his purchase and returned to the cab in a matter of minutes. The cabby asked the boys, "You guys know where you're goin yet?"
"Just lookin for a motel room to party for the weekend," Donnie said, "A place where we can call a couple chicks to party with."
"Okay. I think I know the place," The cabby replied.
"We don't want some fleabag place. Somethin decent where we can have some fun with the girls," Phillip said.
"This place is clean, within walking distance to a liquor store and a couple decent eating places," the cabby replied, "I know the night manager and he won't ask any questions, especially because you all don't have any bags."
"Cool," Both boys replied from the backseat.
The cab driver pulled into a respectable appearing motel, collected his fare and wished the boys luck as they exited his cab. The two went inside where they got a room. In a matter of minutes they'd registered and were in the room with a single bed. They tossed the bottles of beer on the chair in the room. Donnie put his bag from the drugstore on the dresser.
"So, what's in the bag?" Phillip asked.
"A bottle of baby oil, some rubbers and other stuff," Donnie replied.
"Fuck! That sounds exciting," Phillip exclaimed.
Phillip was looking forward to having his dick sucked by his old buddy. Both boys immediately began striping off their street clothes before entering the shower together. Once in the shower Donnie took charge bathing his younger friend in a most sensuous manner, listening to his old friend grunt and groan under his touch. After showering and drying off Donnie said, "I can't wait to suck that marvelous looking dick of yours," pushing Phillip back onto the big bed.
The younger of the duo was looking up at a smiling Donnie standing over him admiring Phillip's naked body with its raging hard-on while the older boy was looking down on his friend with anticipation. Donnie didn't want to jump on the magnificent piece of man meat and have Phillip explode in a matter of seconds. He wanted to work him up and then slack off several times before bringing him off in an explosive orgasm. Something he had learned from Kim.
Kim had taught Donnie so much about sexual pleasure and satisfaction, especially engaging in tactile sense. Donnie remembered the first time Kim made love to him. How he delicately caressed, kissed and stroked his naked body for hours before letting him cum. Kim had such skilful fingers, lips and especially his tongue. The two would lie on the Korean soldier's bed doing nothing but touching each other for hours before engaging in the final stages of a sexual act, bringing about atomic bomb orgasms. That was how Donnie envisioned the night going with Phillip.
The older somewhat wiser boy dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed between Phillip's splayed legs, bending forward he began tenderly kissing Phillip's stomach. He could feel Phillip's hard hot cock touching his neck and chest. Donnie began working his fingers and lips around Phillip's lithe body, listening for outcries of pleasure. He was making mental notes of those areas that brought about moans and whimpers of pleasure. Donnie wasn't going to make a move on Phillip's dick at first. That would be the finale. He was planning the attack on Phillip's body the same way Kim had done that first night they spent together.
The Korean martial artist had worked on Donnie's body for over three hours before letting him cum, bringing him off in the most powerful orgasm the young American soldier had ever experienced in his life. After that Kim fucked his soldier-lover until almost dawn before they both busted a nut for the second time. Donnie had never experienced anything like that in his life. Both young soldiers drug their asses from sexual exhaustion the next day at work.
Work was something neither Donnie nor Phillip had to worry about as the next day was Sunday, and Monday was a holiday. Donnie continued caressing and stroking Phillip's legs, moving towards his feet. Feet were another area that Kim had introduced Donnie to that first night. Donnie kneeled at the foot of the bed where he began kissing and fondling Phillip's feet, first one and then the other listening to the moaning become louder.
In the shower Donnie had made sure that he washed Phillip's feet well, especially in between the toes. Both boys had great looking feet. Donnie worked his way all a round the size twelve foot, kissing and licking the spots that made Phillip jerk and moan. He then began kissing the tips of Phillip's toes. Something that brought howls of happiness.
Donnie was remembering what his Drill Sergeant in Basic Combat Training told the men about their feet. He said that a soldier's primary mode of transportation was his feet; therefore, a soldier had to take care of his feet above all. For those that didn't they would fall behind and be fair game for predators, meaning the enemy. Between personal hygiene in sports while in high school and couple years in the Army Donnie and Phillip had taken care of their feet well.
Not all men respond equally to bodily touches, but Phillip seemed to appreciate what Donnie was doing to him from the gurgling groans coming forth. After spending time titillating Phillip's beautiful feet and toes Donnie began moving back up his powerful appearing legs. Donnie was going to spend a few minutes kissing and nibbling the well-defined legs that were covered with a light dusting of dark hair: first behind the knees and then moving onto the inner thighs. Donnie was gently kissing and licking these much neglected erogenous zones while Phillip squirmed. Unlike Donnie who had been an administrative type in the Army Phillip had been an Infantryman.
Infantrymen build muscle simply by the work they perform on a daily basis such as marching, carrying load bearing equipment, weapons and packs. Then after all that they still have time for physical fitness training. Phillip had just been released from active duty, so he was still somewhat of a lean mean fighting machine. Donnie was planning to bypass Phillip's genital area moving up to some of the well-defined upper body erogenous zones, but he just had to make a stop to admire the beautifully circumcised crimson cockhead.
The talented doctor that performed the circumcision had done a magnificent job. The uncovered cockhead was a work of art. The long shaft was dark, curving back gently towards the bellybutton. Phillip's cock reminded his friend of a gold scepter with a ruby crown; however, this scepter's crown appeared to be leaking a semi-clear fluid. Donnie sat there on his knees between Phillip's legs with his hands planted on the outside of each powerful thigh taking the beauty. All he could do was gasp looking down on the radiant beauty: a crimson cockhead with a pronounced burgundy band. Donnie knew he wasn't supposed to make advancement on the engorged glans, but he had to have just one little taste of the substance oozing from the piss slit before moving on up Phillip's body.
As Donnie was watching, the big cock was jumping with anticipation, awaiting the touch of Donnie's soft moist lips on the vibrant vermillion crown. Donnie could almost feel the warmth radiating off the throbbing member, listening to the echo in his head of Phillip yelling, "Suck on it. Oh man suck it. For Christ sakes man suck that big motherfucker."
Against better judgment Donnie lowered his head letting his moist lips make slight tactile contact with the ruby crown. Once his lips touched the crown the tip of his tongue swept across the dome, lapping up the creamy ooze from the glistening glans. Donnie thought to himself, rather bland, but tasty. Again, his tongue made another sweeping motion scooping up more of nectar flowing from Phillip's piss slit.
Once again he heard the demands from Phillip to suck it; instead, Donnie slithered up the front of his best bud's lithe well-defined body. When he got to Phillip's face it appeared red and angry with frustration. Donnie could feel the heat radiating as well as the heart beating from the man beneath him; it was racing and there were beads of perspiration dotting his forehead. Phillip ask in a somewhat annoyed tone, "Ah man when you gonna suck that motherfucker?"
"In time, in time my man," Donnie replied easing his face down into the face and neck region of his old bud beneath him. He began kissing all over Phillip's face, then moving around to his ears where he began whispering all the things he wanted the two of to them to do before the weekend ended. Phillip was breathing rapidly. The two could feel their dicks touching as they squirmed around grinding their pubic areas together.
Donnie was in control of the situation. He was targeting areas of the neck below and behind the ears, nibbling and softly biting, lightly sucking on areas leaving little reminders of a night of passion. Phillip was clearly excited. More excited than Donnie could ever remember from their high school days. He knew there was no use targeting Phillip's nipples. Donnie had years ago discovered that Phillip's nipples were not sensitive areas. Donnie would slowly work his way back down Phillip's body targeting the bull's-eye of his desire.