Chapter 2 : Enlistment Day
When he arrived in London DC soon found his way to the Union Jack Club. He reported in as instructed and found himself in the company of young men about his own age from all walks of life. There was a considerable number of 18 and 19 year olds, making a lot of noise with chatter and raucous laughter. To cover up their nervousness they were putting on a display of male bravado that would not have disgraced a John Wayne Western movie. All of them were secretly scared shitless at what lay in the near future for them. That night at the UJ Club would be the last real fun any of them would have for the next three months and they were determined they were going to make the most of it. Some were boasting they were going to fuck every whore in Soho, others were going to drink every pub in London dry before morning, - you know the kind of thing youngsters boast about - we've all been there at some time. Once the formalities at the reception desk were over, DC was allocated a room in one of the oldest wings of the building, well away from the better quality areas. He was also informed he would be sharing. "Hmm, things is looking better," DC thought as he picked up his baggage, took the key from the elderly gent behind the desk and consulted the map of the Club layout fastened to the wall. As he walked down the passage, he noticed that the carpet was dotted everywhere with cigarette burns and stains the origins of which would be best left in the past, most of them unmentionable in polite society but clearly masculine in origin. The wallpaper was peeling off the walls, the paintwork was discoloured from years of misuse and the atmosphere was heavy with testosterone.
He found his room and discovered later that it was exactly the same as every other room in the place: it was long and narrow with just enough space to contain two beds (hopefully with clean sheets), two chairs, a chest of drawers, a wardrobe and a small wash-stand. The communal bathroom and showers were just down the corridor. The place was full of confused, tired young men trying to sort themselves out, trying to get some rest as it was quite late in the evening already. DC had met his roommate for the night; they had eaten the indifferent meal provided in the canteen and had decided to try and get some sleep. Turning out the lights, they crawled wearily into their beds. There really wasn't anything special about his roommate, whose name was Jim: he was cute enough but somewhat stockier than DC really liked. His hair was cut short, like most of the would be recruits. He had a muscular chest and legs with a good coating of hair on both - and that was what DC really did not like about him: all that hair seemed out of place on a 19-year-old. Mind you, DC liked the nice bulge in the lad's underpants which he had caught a glimpse of as they stripped down for bed.
It was just coming up to ten o'clock when they turned in and put out the light. About ten minutes later, noise began and rapidly grew steadily louder. Men were yelling and running up and down the corridor outside their room. DC and Jim lay there for a short while, cursing the "fucking noisy bastards" outside, until they decided they might as well give in, get out of bed and see what was going on as they obviously had very little chance of getting to sleep just yet! Turning the lights back on, DC slipped into his jeans and they headed for the door, his roommate Jim still only clad in his briefs. They opened the door just in time to receive a face full of half-thawed ice from a polyester cup as it splattered against the woodwork. So that was it - the Ice Wars of DC's air cadet days had begun again. Ice grenades were being flung from one end of the hall to the other, some with alarming inaccuracy of aim. DC thought, "Fuck! All these gorgeous 18 and 19 year olds are playing at war. Don't they realise they're off tomorrow to learn how to do the real thing?" He was glad he had put his jeans back on before opening the door and gazing lustfully at the youthful bodies clad only in the briefest of briefs and shorts; a couple of them wearing boxers had not bothered to button the flies on them, with very interesting results. Both lads were extremely well hung and their dicks were pushing through the open flies and getting harder by the minute. DC leant against the room door as another youth ran past, his basket of goodies bouncing healthily, barely constrained by his underwear. "God," thought DC, "am I ever getting turned on!" He could not stop his dick from rising to the occasion, painfully hard and pressing against the restraining denim of his jeans. The Ice Wars were to continue unabated until nearly two in the morning.
Jim had ventured out into the melee to join in but DC stayed back, watching and fondling his boner. It was then he noticed another guy standing in the doorway opposite. His name was Adie and he came from somewhere up in the Scottish Highlands. He and DC started shouting to each other about how stupid, but fun, all of this was. Adie was about five foot six in his stockinged feet and the proud possessor of almost perfectly developed upper bodywork. His hair, cut short like the rest of them, was a wonderful reddish gold colour. His chest was firm, smooth and completely devoid of hair. His legs were long and beautiful - yeah, I know, but that is the only word for it, "beautiful". Many girls would have given their right arms for legs like Adie's. He was wearing nothing but a pair of briefs that were so skimpy they really hid nothing - the bulge in them was incredible and IT wasn't even hard yet! As they stood there, shouting at each other over the noise from the rowdy crowd in the hall, watching the others rushing around, DC saw Adie's eyes not only following them but from time to time he saw Adie's eyes drop. They would fall, ever so slowly, from eye level to the floor. There was no other explanation DC could think of other than Adie was checking out the same things DC was: dicks and balls endeavouring to escape the confines of the material restraining them. Nobody seemed to be paying much attention to either DC or Adie as they stood there, looking at each other.
After a while, DC decided to test things out to see what might happen. He whooped and ran up the corridor to join in with the action going on in the hall and was quickly soaked from the water fight which had taken the place of the Ice Wars. Going back to his room, DC found that Jim had also returned and DC used his soaking as an excuse to get out of his sopping jeans. Stepping inside the doorway he took them off and turned to face Jim, whose eyes quickly jumped back up and he looked embarrassed. DC was jubilant. He had had the response he had been hoping for and. . . he had caught Jim out! Their eyes locked for the briefest of moments then it was Jim's turn to make a move. He said, "I'm tired of standing about here, freezing me balls off." He looked across at the door of the room opposite and, sure enough, Adie had returned. Jim shouted above the noise and said, "Wanna watch some TV for a bit, Adie?" He nodded and crossed over to DC's and Jim's room. Jim turned the set on as the other two sat down on DC's bed.
"This yours or your roommate's pit?" queried Adie, "I did nae get a roommate for tonight."
"Hey, buddy, you lucked out. What's on the box, Jim?" Jim was sitting on his own bed, flipping through the channels.
"Fuck all," replied Jim, attempting to find something other than a dim witted quiz show or an ancient black-and-white movie from the Dark Ages. He stopped his channel hopping occasionally so that the three slightly horny lads could make fun of some of the crud and the nonsense some people come out with on late night TV. "I really can't stand these talk shows, they're so fucking boring. You have a go, DC. You might be lucky, but I doubt it." DC took over and then - he must have hit two buttons at once or something - he gave a loud yell.
"Hey, Jim!" he cried out excitedly, "stop right there!" Holy Shit! They could not believe that Her Majesty's Government was paying them to watch porno movies.
"What say we watch this one, Adie?"
Jim sounded excited over the prospect of watching a porno film but Adie was rather indifferent and told DC and Jim he was going to go back across to his bed and get some sleep. He'd seen plenty of porno movies back at his uncle's croft in the Highlands. After all, there's not much else to look at on a winter's night. After Adie had left, DC and Jim recovered their discarded briefs, lay on their respective beds and watched the movie for a while. Nothing much happened in the movie until a hung guy began fucking a girl hard. He had an enormous tool and you could see there was no acting on the part of the female, she was genuinely getting more and more turned on by having a monstrous dick ramming into her twat like a battering ram. Both Jim and DC stopped playing with themselves as they watched the flickering screen, their cock slits already leaking at the thought of taking themselves in hand later but they were too scared to make a move until after Lights Out. They tried unsuccessfully to hide their boners under their top sheets but it is very hard to do that when you are naked and rampant as hell. In the end, they both realised they'd been fondling themselves and looked at each other, grinning. They lay like that for a couple of minutes, just watching each other. Finally, Jim asked, "Did you lie?"
"Lie about what?" retorted DC.
"Well, if you didn't lie about it, what are you doing staring at me, instead of the TV?"
"OK, I did lie. How about you?"
Jim grinned as he slid off his bed and came over to where DC lay stretched out on his bed. Kneeling on the bed, Jim reached out with both hands and hooked his fingers into the band of DC's briefs, giving them a gentle tug to indicate he wanted to pull them down. "OK if I take these off, DC?" he said, looking into DC's eyes. The reply was a simple smile and the raising of his butt off the bed to allow Jim to slide his briefs down. As his rock hard cock and tight balls were exposed to Jim's gaze, he stopped for a few moments to allow Jim to feast his eyes on the goodies displayed before him. DC was no slouch in the dick department and he was proud and thankful that his equipment had not let him down. He dropped his eyes and gazed at the bulge in Jim's crotch, a small wet patch forming where his cock was leaking juice. Jim laid his head on DC's stomach, facing his throbbing cock. DC could feel the warmth of Jim's breath tickling the downy hairs of his scrotum as he fondled DC's balls in one hand and stroked his cock with the other. The games were beginning to quieten down in the corridor outside. The noise was still on the loud side, guys were still running about yelling, shouting and laughing raucously. Jim whispered in DC's ear, "We'd better not make too much noise, DC. We don't want anyone outside listening to us, suspect what's going on and coming in to investigate." With that, Jim slid his face down DC's stomach and embedded DC's rampant cock in his mouth in one movement.
How DC stopped himself from letting out a loud groan as his cock entered that warm, wet mouth of Jim's he will never know. Pulling his mouth upwards with all the suction he could marshal, Jim's tongue eddied around the mushroom head, probing and playing with the cock slit at the top. DC was so horny he knew that it would not take long before he exploded so, shifting round, he pulled Jim's stiff rod towards him so that he could return the pleasure. Before taking Jim into his mouth, DC decided to give the steel hard rigid member a thorough inspection. It must have been over seven inches long but no more than an inch and a quarter in diameter. DC felt another tingle dart through his groin as he took Jim into his mouth. Jim had pushed a finger into DC's arse and had begun moving it in and out, in a fucking motion. That was it. The smell of Jim's manhood, the suction on DC's cock, and now two fingers working his arsehole pushed DC over the top. The detonation came with a final thrust into Jim's warm mouth. Shot after shot, Jim consumed it all. As DC's cock began to deflate, Jim sat up, bestrode DC's shoulders and pushed his dick further down the welcoming throat as he began fucking DC's face. After half a dozen slow, long thrusts from Jim's cock, DC pulled away and looked up into Jim's boyishly grinning face.
"Wanna fuck me?"
With a sly smile Jim said, "Thought you'd never ask," and slid off DC's bed to rummage in his overnight bag. He soon came back, clutching a tube of lube and a packet of johnnies. "Move over to the edge of the bed and stay on your back."
There was a new note in Jim's voice, which DC recognised instantly as the practised tone of command that would brook no disobedience or resistance. This was the tone of voice DC's Cadet Corps instructor had used. Almost as a reflex action, DC shuffled round on the bed, moving himself to the edge. Jim quickly pulled on one of the condoms and now grabbed DC by his legs, lifting them and pushing his knees towards his chest. Squeezing some jelly into the palm of his hand, Jim lubricated his sheathed steel-hard cock, making slurping sounds as his hand slid up and down, preparing himself for the plunge into DC's darkest depths. Simultaneously, Jim was pushing two fingers of his other hand in and out of DC's arsehole, getting him ready to take Jim. Leaning over DC, Jim said, "I like a really slippery fuck."
Expertly positioning his cock against DC's entrance, Jim gave a slow, steady push and entered the twitching arsehole quickly and easily. Grasping DC's feet, Jim pushed DC's knees as far up as he could, almost resting them in DC's armpits. Sliding in and out, faster and faster, his balls slapping against DC's buttocks, the squishy sounds were the most obscene DC had ever heard. Jim's hips pistonned faster and harder, DC's arse gripped tighter and tighter and his moans came louder and louder, all caution thrown to the winds. Pulling on his cock hard, DC gave himself a fierce, relentless jerk off to the same rhythm Jim had got going. The pressure was building . . . DC knew he was going to cum once more . . . his ball sack was tightening, sending his load up the channel . . . "Christ Jesus! I'm cummmmmm. . ."
As he erupted for the second time in twenty minutes, his arse ring clamped down on the cock pounding the crap out of him. Jim's teeth were clenched, the muscles of his jaw and the veins of his neck stood out as he fought to make it last longer. He gave a little shiver, pulled his cock right out of DC, furiously tugged the condom off and shoved his cock back in to the eagerly waiting arsehole. One mighty thrust all the way down, followed by a second, then a third . . . until finally it arrived. Jim's seed shot out as if it was a bullet ejected from a high-speed rifle, splattering DC's gut with his juice. Jim collapsed on top of DC, gasping for air. They lay still for a few moments, regaining consciousness. They both noticed that the rumpus and noise outside in the corridor had subsided. DC got up and cleaned himself off a bit. He kissed Jim goodnight and got back into his bed, hoping this would not be the last time they would be together.
Next: Chapter 3 : Arrival Day