Hello, there, you "nifty guys" !!! it's been a while since I added an episode to this series (hope you've been following a few of the newer ones) .. but figure it's time to pop this 'name' back to the 'top of the list' ....
So... let's "go thru the drill" ... "if you are under 18 or in a geo-political environment that prohibits your reading and enjoying homo-erotic stories .... Go away!!!!" Assuming now that only those who do enjoy reading about man-on-man action... read away !!!
Military Days ... Part 7 "Fort Benning - a whole new life"
After I got back to Ft. Polk, LA, from my sojourn in New Orleans, I was up to my neck in training and whatever, and, although there were a couple guys I 'saw' in the showers, there was nothing happening.
That's when my 'orders' finally sent me to Ft.Benning and Infantry OCS. This was 2 years before the massive expansion for Viet Nam (for which I actually ended up doing a lot of the 'planning').
Those were the "good old days" when you spit-shined your boots - and your barrack's floors!!! When you had 34 hours of 'projects' to get done in 24. ("They" said it had something to do with learning to 'prioritize'.)
Of course, there were the days when we took the short-cut and used Pledge on the floor - only to arrive back later and find the skid marks where the TAC officer walked in and did a slide and fall onto his ass !!!! He didn't find it half as funny as we did !!!
We were an unusual group in our 4-man room. A mix of two older Army sergents and two fresh new college guys, but, somehow, we all got along well and both learned from the others. Funny side to that ... I never really paid any attention to any of them physically. I can't even tell you today who was hung and/or who wasn't. It was just too damned busy and too damned tight.
Then, after about 6 weeks, they shuffled us around. That time I ended up in a 2-man room with a skinny kid from Mississippi. Again, I really didn't even look that much. Yes, I saw him naked more than once in the shower and in the room, but I just didn't respond to it. Damn!! I was finally getting the "straight thing" working.
That's when things started to sort of fall apart. We had a big 'party weekend' coming up and since I didn't have a girl-friend locally (I never got off post, so how could I?) he asked if I would spend the time with his wife's friend, who would be driving to Georgia with her.
As your usual dumb roomie says, I answered "sure". I had seen pics of his wife, and she was quite nice looking. How bad could her friend be? (Stupid!! Stupid!! Question !!)
Let me tell you.... This woman gave new meaning to term "beast"!!! ..and I was going to be her "escort" from Friday afternoon until Sunday afternoon.
...... Look... I never told you that all gay military stories had great sections !!!!
Anyway ... we rented a couple of motel rooms off-base, and took the "ladies(?)" there.
I kid you not... when Ivy (aka "poison ivy") walked out to the pool...half the guys there left !!! That's when I excused myself for a few minutes, went to my car, found the nearest liquor store, and bought a quart of gin.
When I got back to my motel room, I poured myself an hefty shot of gin and ginger (yuk!) and went back to the pool. My roommate, his wife, and Ivy were there... and about 4 other couples - not a single guy in sight!
We did play around together in the pool, when I looked up and saw a very attractive guy standing in the glass doorway to his room off the pool.
As much as I had tried to play the 'straight-and-narrow' since my last bit of fun in New Orleans (Chap 6), I really got excited as the guy in the doorway/window reached down and hefted his package.
I knew he was in my OCS company, but really didn't even know his full name. He was "Newcastle" ... just a last name. We had just never really crossed paths.
As I looked back up at him, he tossed his package again, looked me directly in the eyes, and smiled.
I couldn't resist. I winked.
That was all it took. He backed away, actually opened the sliding glass door to his room, and disappeared inside.
About that time, my roommate and his wife decided to go back to their room (I wonder why).. so I suggested that Ivy go back to our's while I needed to talk to a couple of my classmates. She didn't argue, but just went back to the room. (Little did I know what was on her mind .. .until about an hour later.)
When she was 'safely in the room', I pulled up out of the pool and headed over towards Newcastle's room.
As I walked in through the open sliding door, and fought my way through the heavy drapes... I found him lying on his bed, totally nude. His left hand was lifting and stroking his rather well-endowed ball-sack.
"Hi, Peter," he said.
I was amazed that he knew my first name.
"Okay... you got me..." I muttered. "You know me as 'Peter', but I only know you as 'Newcastle'."
"Easy enough," he said. "You sit at the 'Academics Table" with Sean and George and Jerry. Everybody knows your names."
"Oh," I mumbled. That was true. We were the top 4 academically in the class and were 'separated' at our own table. Sean and I had been there the whole time. George and Jerry sometimes were replaced, but generally ended up back at the table after a couple weeks.
I actually never figured out whether that was a good thing ... or not. Go figure.
...anyway.. back to the motel ...
"Newcastle" should have been named "Brocco" from his physical attributes. If ever there was a hot, young, Italian stallion ....and uncut to boot !!! I looked, I melted, and I just walked over and took a mouthful of hot, hard cock. ..and that's the really weird part... I had never sucked a cock in my life. ..but I figured he didn't have any lube and I had to get it 'ready'...
I sucked on it for a few minutes, making sure that I had it coated with more than enough spit and whatever... then I moved up, lifted it up, straddled his hips, and sat down on it.
"Awwwwww, fuckkkkkkk," he moaned.
"That's what I want," I stated flatly, as I felt his thighs under my asscheeks.
"Fuck, me, guy!!' I nearly shouted.
"Oh, Yeah!" he groaned back, as he began to lift his ass off the bed and pound that gorgeous Italian cock into my chute.
As he pounded into me, I was rising and falling onto his cock.
Neither of us were going to last long at that rate, but young and horny, we weren't worried. Cum was the word of the day. And, if we were lucky, and could find a way to make it happen, that would become a favorite thing between us.
I had started to pound my cock as his cock was riding in and out of my ass. "Ohhhhhh, Fuckkkkkkk !" I nearly shouted. "Ohhhhh, yeah..... Ohhhhh.. ohhhh.. ohhhh...
I could feel him as his cock started riding over my prostate. I was going to either cum or just fuckin' scream!! ... That's when I started to shoot my load onto his chest, and I heard him start to moan even heavier and say...
"Awwwwwwwwwwww!! Ohhhhhhhhhh!! Fuckkkkkkkkkk!" and felt his cock start to swell and then jerk and throb as it emptied it's load into my hungry chute.
I didn't say a word as I skewered myself down onto that squirting cock as it shot about a cup of hot cum into me. ...four, five, six blasts of steaming white cream painted my guts.
"Oh, fuck, I needed that," I finally murmured. "Thanks."
"Me too," he whispered back, as I leaned forward into the lake of my cum on his body.
"Maybe tomorrow?" I asked hopefully.
"Don't think so," he replied. "We have too much ahead of us. Can't risk it. Now let's hit the shower and get this shit cleaned off us."
By the time we got into the bathtub/shower and started scrubbing ourselves, our hot, young libidos decided to re-awaken. The next thing I knew, I was facing the back wall with my hands up on each side of my head and that throbbing, pulsing stallion's cock was back inside my hole and pounding me again.
This time he reached around me on the right and began to jerk my cock in rhythm with his thrusts. Then he began to chew on the side of my neck just under my right ear. If it hadn't been slick tile in front of me, I know I would have climbed right up that wall.
That guy knew what he was doing. This was no first-time, practice session for him. He was obviously and experienced master of things man-to-man. His left hand was now rubbing up and down and back and forth over my stomach.
His tongue came out and he licked up my neck and into my ear.
"Nnnnnngggggghhhhhhh......shitttttttttttttt!" I screeched. Thank goodness we had closed the bathroom door when we went in, or I'm sure I would have been heard all the way out to the pool.
With that he shoved his cock in to the hilt and literally lifted my feet off the bottom of the tub, driving me into the tile wall.
"Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" he groaned. "Ohhhhhhhhhh, baaabbbbyyyyy!! Ohhhhhhhh, fuccccckkkkkkk!!!! Oh!! Shit! Shit! Shit!!" he repeated as I felt him shooting another unbelievably copious load of ball-juice into my already filled chute. He had a really nice big set of balls when we started and I'm sure by now they were being drained completely
That was all it took to set me off, and I began to paint the tiles with my own white- washing spooge. His hand was still wrapped around my cock, but he had stopped his pounding as soon as he started to fire his own howitzer up my ass. I guess my own shivering in response to his flooding my tunnel was enough to send me over the edge. The warmth of his hand on my junk contrasted to the cold tile against the rest of my front side and I was floating in another dimension until he stepped back and let my feet hit the porcelain tub-bottom again.
"Damn!" he whispered into my ear. "I think that was even better."
I didn't bother to even answer as I stepped out of the tub and sat down on the toilet. I also didn't comment on the fact that he must have pumped a freakin' quart of cum up my ass from the amount that ended up coming back out.
By the time I finished unloading his carefully placed loads, he was stepping out of the shower, and I stepped back in to finish my own clean-up.
It was only a couple minutes later when I got out and began to dry off, and he was already lying on the bed in his regulation skivvies. As soon as I was dry, I went and picked up my clothes off the floor by the bed and got dressed. There was only silence. Neither of us spoke.
When I was dressed, I walked out through the sliding glass doorway and went back to my room - and to the rest of the weekend.
Funny thing... I never did learn his first name, but that's what happens in a "straight world", where you're just "helping out a buddy".
.....however, I did have a few more episodes/situations while I was wearing olive green... so I guess this story line (directory) will get a few more pages.
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