I was trying to keep up with Dave. The deep powder snow was more than I was used to. He zips left, I try to follow.
Living and being stationed in Europe does have it perks, like skiing the Alps. Getting away for a long weekend is rare, the work hard, but when you can go play – it's the place people pay thousands for. Dave was in my unit, we hit off and he was helping me ski better and we had fun weekends. This trip was just the two of us. His tight muscle body was adorable, but he was straight as an arrow. But, I enjoyed his friendship and we got along great.
Trees – avoid the trees. Dave, we can't ski in there. "Sure, we can come on!" The afternoon went. The longer we skied the more tired I was. As we made the last run, we got into even deeper powder. Then I heard the pop and I went down, knowing instantly this weekend was over. The ended with laughs around a fireplace with hot drinks and me trying not to focus on the ache in my knee. Six weeks later, it was surgery time. They sent me to the nearest Army hospital and the treatment was fine. I was placed in a private room, being a young captain. I was taken care of and allowed to sleep and not sent home same day. In fact, they kept me three days.
The day I got there, a young orderly came in. "Sir, I need to shave you." "Excuse me?" "Your knee, sir, I have to shave it in preparation for the surgery tomorrow. He and I began chatting as he helped me move to a private bathroom. I was in one of those gowns. I sat on a stool and put up my injured knee on another, as I leaned back on a tub side. I was in pretty good shape and he wasn't afraid to touch my legs like most guys would be. He simply washed my leg and went high to low. I felt the tingle but knew to keep myself under control, if you get my drift. His touch was confident and I could sense, he enjoyed our chat and his job right now. You just know. I told him he was good at it and he used the solution to medically shave my mid thigh to mid calf. He then gently washed me off and dried me carefully. He knew what he was doing. We continued to chat discovering we were from the same city. As he put me to bed for the night, he would return and check on me. I needed a wank, but didn't know if I'd continue to be by myself, so resisted and tried to go asleep. Time ticked by. I was a bit anxious over tomorrow's surgery.
I was almost asleep when my door creaked open and he came in. He checked my pulse, thinking I must be asleep. I breathed slowly and deeply. He then whispered he needed to check my blood pressure and I did not respond. He did and then he adjusted me so I was on my back and my leg propped up and whispered if I needed anything. I moaned a bit and searched for his hand with my eyes closed. I simply gave him a slow grip and squeeze and relaxed back into deep breathing.
He removed my gown slowly (remember open in the back) and covered up my exposed body and as he did slipped over my dick, but innocently enough. I did a slight light moan. After he got the covers up, he leaned in and said, "Anything else?" I again simply wanted to be nonchalant. I used my left arm and did a slight little hug and pulled his head to my chest. He rested there and smelled me and did a slight light kiss. I rubbed his hair, short neat and making his young face seem a touch more mature. He began light quiet kissed down my chest, my stomach and allowed his right hand to mess with the decent hair on my chest, my stomach.
As he got lower, he stopped, tip toed to the door, locked it and quietly returned. He went right back to where he was and slipped his hand over "me" but over the covers. I responded positively and he began lightly playing with me, and kissing down till he hit the crop of pubic hair and then my head. He smelled in deep and then began licking me down to my balls and slipped in one, playing orally and then the other and then slid up my shaft to the head and now with abandon took me in all at once, but lovingly as he had done my leg. He really sucked, not just blew. He knew what he was doing. He continued to now massage my chest, feeling my muscles and tweaking my nipples. And the other finding my prostate under my ball sack. I spread my legs a touch and he got comfortable.
I pulled him up not wanting to explode too fast and kissed him deep. He did – not in a rush – but returned to his duty... I felt myself coming and he could tell feeling my balls sack suck in. He knew what to do and seemed to not need to breath and he orally fucked my mouth slow and swallowing me. How'd he do it? As I was about to come, I squeezed his hand and he began drinking me down, every drop and continued knowing how to maximize it without overwhelming me and making me scream. As he finished, me flaccid and satisfied, he kissed his way up, and kissed me for a long time and said he'd be here tomorrow and check on me again.
The surgery went well, I woke in recovery confused but was taken to my room by my orderly, Geoff I learned was his first name. He got me transferred into my bed and dismissed the helpers. He tucked me in, made sure I was comfortable and left, returning to check on me periodically. I woke up in the middle of the night with a raging boner. He came in gave it a squeeze and whispered tomorrow. The next day was boring but that night Geoff repeated the 1st night. He had no idea if I was gay or straight, but he loved sucking me off. He returned later that night and repeated it – this time I was asleep and I awoke still soft with his mouth awakening my deep drives.
He was off the next day when I was discharged and helped me get out of the hospital and drove me home. Once in my village, he came up with me, got me settled and then climbed into bed and we took a nap, naked, no sex, holding men, and ughm, "holding me". When I woke, he was awake, waiting on me and we repeated those previous two nights, but now I could also love him. He constantly worried about my knee being in pain, but I assured him I'd be careful. I sucked and sucked and I still don't know why this 18 year old would not climax. But I enjoyed taking him down, feeling his thick pubic hair on my nose and exploring his body. He sucked me down and made me come this time, causing me to be more vocal. I kissed him hard and long and now we talked and talked about our home city, our growing up, my being a few years older, but how we were enjoying each other.
As we yacked on, I got erect again – him playing with me surely helped. We kept talking but this time, I don't know why I was so forward, I simply turned him over on his side. He knew. He turned back and did a sloppy suck for a minute to get as much saliva on me as he could and me trying to pierce his tight rump with two fingers. He turned back over and pushed back as I found that sweet spot and began to push in. I popped in and drove deep. He never winced once. I began slowly methodically making love to him. He was twisted ½ around so I could kiss him and he pulled me closer, deeper. We were kissing deep when I began to feel my climax approaching, but he kept kissing me... I shot deep into Geoff and he kept kissing me the entire time. I stayed in until I went soft and slipped out. He turned around and embraced me again. I slid him up and me down and went to town trying to swallow as easy as he did. He finally began to show signs of erupting. He was breathing as deep as if he had sprint a mile. When he shot he held my head but didn't force me deeper. I sucked lovingly as he shot and shot and shot, deep large hard shots and found it running out the side. As he subsided, I licked up the spillage and hugged him about his waist and fell asleep on his beautiful chest with the growing patch of hair that so turns me on.