"The New Guy" part 1
I am not sure exactly why I joined the Army. I was walking by the recruiters office one day in January 1992 and thought "what the hell". I know you probably thing "what a flake', but that is how it started. I am thankful too, as you will see in the upcoming stories. These are fantasy based on fact. Some things really did happen but you wont be able to distinguish betweent the two. This is my first attempt at writing anything since College Comp, so please be gentle. These stories are not in sequence, so if you any of this, don't get mad at him for having me before you because he may not have.
Untitled (Joe Jordan)
I guess it was you typical Wednesday night in the barracks. Some guys were in the lounge watching TV, some were in there rooms listening to music or watching TV, and I was watching the men. All those gorgeous men! Uncle Sam had whipped them into shape before they arrived at this post. I was an admin clerk living in the barracks with guys in The Old Guard. I was not assigned with them, I just happen to live in the barracks with them. When we went to work in the morning, we went in different directions. At night and on the weekends, however, it was a different story. We would party together....basically that was it. Just party.
The first time I ever saw him, he was doing laundry. I walked by the laundry room and as usual glanced in to see if any of my buddies were in there but to my surprise, they weren't. Instead I found a guy I had never seen before. Standing 6'2", about 195 with brown hair and a smooth chest and nice ass. All he had on was his BDU pants and boots. Shirtless! What a god. I see why he wasn't wearing a shirt. If I had a chest like he did, neither would I. Usually I do for hairy guys, but this guy was too much to pass up for later jerk off. I must have passed him three or four times that night while he would just fold his clothes. We never "looked" at each other to my knowledge.
Later that night he was the main character in my "before bed fantasy". Damn, he had the starring role. The rest of the week went on as usual. Friday night came and we all migrated to the same bar. We drank, told lies. I would watch the other guys try to pick up chicks. By about 2am I had had enough. I caught a cab and decided to head back to the barracks. I flagged a cab and went home. While the cab driver was showing the MP his hack liscense I noticed someone coming out of the barracks. It was him. It was Joe. Damn he looked good in civilian clothes too! The cab driver finally drove through and dropped me off, to my good luck, right in front of Joe. As I paid the cab driver (I think I probably gave hime ten bucks too much) as fast as I could, Joe stopped and looked in the cab. I got out and said hey.
"Hey man, whats up?" I asked
"Not much man, just getting bored. No one left in the barracks." Joe replied.
"Where did you go?"
"Went to the Cellar man, that is where everyone was at. You should have came."
"I must have been a sleep when the guys all took off. What are you doing now?"
I will tell you what I was doing now, I was trying so hard not to stare but I was sizing hime up. He had on a hafl black, half white shirt, something that Garth Brooks would wear and black jeans with boots on. Damn he looked good. His shirt all puffed out from the pecs under neath. Looked like a nice size bulge too. Had to be carful though.
"Wanna go drive around with me? Maybe you can show me where 13th St is."
Well, for those of you who have never lived in DC, 13th St is where the prostitutes hang out at.
"Sure man, hey" holding out my hand, "Name is Mike"
He put out his huge hand and replied, " Joseph, most folks just call me Joe."
As we drove in his car we got through the normal shit lonely military guys far from home talk about. Where are you from? How long you been in? What rank are you? As we drove I just couldn't help but look over at him. Sizing up his legs. That basket he made when he sat down, and that chest. I watched that hand hold the gear shift and the muscles in his hand flex when he changed gears. He was hot!
I directed him to "the place". I really did not want to be here, but since it was with him, I didn't mind. We drove around and around. The weather must have been too cold for the girls who were usually scantily clad, but we did find one. She was pretty big. She had on a shirt and skirt that didn't match at all. Joe pulled over and I rolled down the window on my side and asked "how much?" She said, "fifty bucks." I had no cash on me and looked at Joe who I guess was broke too. He said he didn't have that much on him and I noticed he kept pulling on his pants, I guess trying to make room for his growing cock. She got pissed and got out. We continued to drive and I noticed he kept pulling on his dick. Man, how I wished I could have just leaned over and started sucking.
All of a sudden a cat ran out in front of the car and Joe slammed on the brakes. Instinctivley his right hand sprang out and held me back as I lurched forward. Unfortunately, it happend to fast for him to be of any help because my head hit the glass. I started getting all woosey. I sat back and remember him saying, "Mike. You OK?"
The next thing I remember I was laying in my bed with Joe sitting on the edge and David looking at me. David lived down the hall from me and didn't go out much.
"He'll be OK. Just try to keep him awake for a while is all." David presrcibed.
Joe got up and walked David to the door and came back and sat in the chair near my bed.
He asked if I was ok and I told him I was fine but my head fucking hurt. I wasnt sure if it was the drinking or the head banging. I told him I had to piss and said I was getting up and he stood. As I brought my feet over the side, I sat there for a second. I then tried to stand and when I did, I must have lost my balance because I fell forward, right into his arms. Lucky me. I tried to play it cool, but it wasnt easy. My hands planted themselves right on his chest and his arms grabbed my arms.
"Easy bud, you shouldn't have tried to get up so fast."
I just looked in his eyes, steel blue eyes. It must have been a combination of the drinks and the accident because my hands started to rub his chest. He kind of had a puzzled look on his face. That is when his left hand went to the back of my head and pulled me into his face. His lips didnt even touch mine first, his tongue did. He tasted of toothpaste He pushed his tongue right into my mouth which opened wide. I pulled back real quick and asked if he was sure, his reponse was to take his right hand and grab my khaki clad ass and pull me into him and start his talented kissing again. I kissed him back and moved my hands to his hips. He felt so good. So hard! Our hands were every where. He broke the kiss and sat down. I then realized he had to take his boots off. I did this for him, pulling each one. He asked me where my room mate was? I told him he went to Ohio for the weekend. He then leaned back in his chair and watched me as I removed his boots. I left on his clean white socks. He began to pull on his cock again through his jeans. I then moved my hands up his thighs and approached his growing cock He was a big boy in more ways than one. He rested his hands on the armrest. I looked up at him and he licked his lips with that fat tongue. He looked down at me and smiled, "This is gonna be fun!"
This is the first part. Let me know if you like it so far. I have written a few more parts I will post in a day or so. Email me at blake_browning@hotmail.com