This tale is based on real experiences that I went through while in the US Air Force at DLI (the Defense Language Institute) in Monterey, California. Names have been changed to protect the innocent and not so innocent and I've taken a few other liberties as well to try to make the story a little more fun. The basics are all true though. I hope you enjoy!
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Straight Nudist Roommate Phil -1
I was Russian linguist back in my Air Force days. I'm now pushing 40, but in the early 1990s I was in my early twenties. I was average physically, but could definitely turn some heads with my blue eyes and dark brown hair (not to my 8 inches of hard, thick, throbbing cut cock).
In June of 1991 I arrived at DLI (Defense Language Institute) for the Russian Intermediate Course. This is a 10-month-long course (8 hours a day, 5 days a week) to advance the speaking, reading and listening skills of Russian military translators and interrogators.
Unfortunately, I arrived at DLI about 6 weeks before my class was scheduled to start so I ended up supervising airmen in mowing the grass and picking up cigarette butts for quite awhile.
I'd gone through a few short term roommates and the time was drawing near for my classes to start. All my roommates were nice enough guys, a couple might even be considered hot, but were all very straight laced and I never had any real attraction to them. Finally one guy (a very nice but extremely religious guy named Steve) moved out and I had the room to myself for a few days. I checked with the Orderly Room (our unit clerk's office, you could say -- nowadays they call it the "Personnel Flight" I think) to see if there were any more guys coming through the pipeline (in other words, due to arrive and potentially want the other half of my room). They said "No -- nothing for weeks." So, I figured I had the place all to myself.
Just a couple of days later I walked in the room after a long day of classes and there were several suitcases and fresh linen stacked on the spare bed. "Damn" I thought, "the Orderly Room gets it wrong again!"
A few hours later, after I'd settled in for the evening and was thinking about popping a porn in the VCR, I heard a key in the door and in walked one of the hottest hunks of manhood I've ever known. He had some grocery bags in his hand. He immediately put them down and came over and shook my hand. "Phil O'Shannon" he said, "Pleased to meet you."
"Jay Barton, likewise" I replied.
He went to his grocery bags, pulled out a six pack of beer and graciously offered me one, which I graciously accepted. I sat on the edge of my futon and he and I chatted about this and that while he unpacked. He said that he had been in a very serious, long-term relationship with a girl in England. They were even engaged to be married when he walked into the apartment one afternoon (after getting off early from work) and found her (her name was Bridgette, as I recall) fucking another guy. He said he punched the guy, who turned out to be an officer in the Royal Air Force and broke his nose. The neighbors heard the shouting and called the police and there had been a big investigation. Apparently, the British officer had the audacity to file charges against Phil. Phil's commander was really sympathetic to Phil though and talked to the Brit's supervisor. If Phil agreed to transfer out of the country, all charges would be dropped and the incident forgotten. Well, Phil hated that he was being punished for something that wasn't his fault, but he also hated the weather in England and he was anxious to put as many miles between him and his cunt ex-fiancée as he could, so he agreed and his commander found him a last minute slot in the same Intermediate class that I would be in. After telling me all this, he said he really needed a shower and immediately started stripping. We continued chatting as he stripped. In no time, he was completely nude in front of me and made no attempt to cover up. He searched through his bags for a towel (got a couple of looks at his tasty crack and perfectly pink butthole), finally located one and traipsed into the bathroom, talking the whole time. He left the door open and started running the water and then asked if I minded if he used me soap and shampoo. "Of course" I said "Mi casa es su casa." I then realized that I needed to take a piss, so I said "Hey, mind if I use the toilet while you shower?"
"Go right ahead" he said, and we continued our conversation. I had a transparent shower curtain in the bathroom and watched him lathering his body as I pissed. I raped him with my eyes when he then started shampooing (his eyes were closed).
Let me give you a quick physical description of Phil. He was just on the short side of average height, maybe 5'8" or so with beautiful chiseled features. He had a high Scandinavian hairline (he later told me his mom's family was Swedish and his dad's was Irish) and one of the most exquisitely perfect bubble butts ever to grace the male form. He was naturally hairless over most of his body except a bit of pubic hair, which he kept neatly trimmed and a light smattering across his chest and abdomen. His balls, I noticed, were shaved bare. He had perfectly defined pecs and abs and strong muscular arms and legs. In short, he was extremely athletic but not exactly a bodybuilder. His balls were large and low-hanging and his cock was just enormous. My own cock is about 3.5 inches when soft and 8 when hard. His, I hadn't yet seen hard, but when soft, it was at least 5 inches -- maybe a bit more. He was cut, but like with myself, the doctor had been kind enough to leave a bit of skin so, when not aroused, the head of his dick poked about half way out of its sheath.
Anyway, when I was through pissing, I sat on the toilet to talk to him as he rinsed off (he was still talking and I wouldn't be able to hear him in the other room with noise from the shower). Soon, he turned off the tap and reached for his towel. With the water off, I figured I'd be able to hear him in the other room now so I went back and sat on my futon. He soon came out of the bathroom all spic and span. He hung the towel up to dry but made no attempt to put on any clothes while he continued to unpack his things. After a half hour or so, he had completed all his unpacking but was still naked as the day he was born. He offered me another beer and came and sat on my futon (remember, this was also my bed), still nude and we both watched TV for awhile -- him nude and me fully clothed. Finally, I just had to ask: "Dude, I don't care one way or the other but out of curiosity I just have to ask, are you always nude?"
"Pretty much" he replied. "I wear a uniform all day but after hours I'm basically a nudist. I hope it doesn't bother you."
"Not at all" I said "I'm basically a nudist at home myself -- I'm just used to wearing clothes around my roommates so they don't freak out or anything."
"Well. Get comfortable and stay awhile" he laughed.
I then said "Umm, it's kind of embarrassing, but I haven't had sex or beat off in like a week and I'm a bit boned up at the moment."
"No big deal" he said. "Nothing could be more natural. Doesn't bother me in the least -- I mean, we all have'em and we've all seen'em right?"
I couldn't argue with that logic so I stood up and shucked my clothes (my hard cock sticking straight up and bouncing against my abdomen) and rejoined Phil on the futon for more beer and conversation. I didn't get the slightest vibe from Phil that he was in any way gay or bi. He just didn't like to wear clothes.
Well, time went by and we started classes. Things went great and Phil and I became inseparable. We were regulars at the local comedy clubs and sometimes drove up to nearby San Jose for some clubbing. I asked Phil once if he was planning to start dating again soon. He replied that he was so burnt after the shit that Bridgette put him through that he couldn't even think about dating again.
As I said, Phil was very athletic. He was on the post baseball league and rugby team and also played soccer and basketball informally. He was constantly dragging me to the gym and while my body paled in comparison to Phil's, I began to look pretty hot when I checked myself out in the mirror naked.
Phil's true passion was skiing. I'd never skied before I met Phil and was kind of uncoordinated. I went with him to Lake Tahoe a number of times, but I never got far beyond the bunny slopes. Phil, on the other hand was out doing the hardest, steepest slopes imaginable just for the thrill of it.
On Martin Luther King Jr's Birthday in 1992, we'd gone up to Mammoth to do some skiing and meet up with some friends. On Sunday, I was in the lodge lifting some weights when Bob, one of Phil's friends from his college days who was now living in Vegas, rushed in and said that Phil had been injured. We raced to the hospital and found out that Phil had been really pushing the envelope and had careened over an embankment and into a tree. Fortunately, he had the forethought to put out his hands and lock his elbows. This protected his head and torso from real damage, but it broke BOTH of his arms just above the wrists. Phil was in a lot of pain and was heavily sedated. Since we had taken the bus up to Mammoth, I decided to just ride in the ambulance back to Monterey with Phil. On Tuesday, I reported to our commander and explained what had happened. He allowed me to take the day off and go see about Phil. When I got to the hospital, Phil was in great spirits. Other than the plaster casts on both arms, he acted like nothing had ever happened. They released him from the hospital late that afternoon and I drove Phil to our commander's office. The commander wanted to speak to Phil in private so I waited outside for a few minutes. Soon, the commander came to the door and asked me to join them. "Sergeant Barton" he began, "considering all that's happened, I've recommended that Sergeant O'Shannon here take a leave of absence and go home to his father's house in Boston to recuperate. He tells me that his father is in poor health himself and that he has no other family so that is not an option. There are only two other possibilities. One is for Sergeant O'Shannon to be admitted to the hospital for in-patient care. He obviously can't take care of his personal hygiene with two broken wrists and would not be able to take notes in class. Sergeant O'Shannon has informed me that he likes his teachers and enjoys his class and is scared that if he went into the hospital, the next class might not work out for him. So there's only one other possibility. Ideally, what Sergeant O'Shannon needs is a 24 hour nursemaid to attend to him. The military is not going to pay for such a thing without hospital admittance. Now, I understand that you are roommates and close friends. I know it would be a huge imposition, but do you think you might be up to the task?"
I thought about this for a moment. I was truly more concerned with Phil's well being than anything and I said, "Well, Sir, I certainly agree with you that the hospital would be the smartest move, but I also sympathize with my roommate. It's true that we are extremely close friends and I would be honored to help my buddy out in his time of need. I have not doubt that he would do the same for me if the situation was reversed.
So that was that.
As we were leaving the office building, Phil turned to me and said "Dude, I hate to bring this up at this moment, but I have to take a piss like nobody's business."
We went into the men's room and he went to the urinal. "Umm, lil help" he said sheepishly.
"Oh right" I said. I stepped up and unzipped Phil's jeans and open the button at the top. I then reached in and pulled out his dick with my right hand (he seemed to have a slight piss hardon going, though I didn't mention it), and pulled the underwear down so they wouldn't get in the way. I then left it to Phil to aim by turning his body and he let'er rip. He must've pissed for the better part of a minute before the stream finally tapered off. "You've been saving that up for awhile huh?" I said.
He just blushed. I stepped back up and shook the piss off his cock (did it harden slightly when I touched it or was that my imagination?). I then stuffed it back in his shorts and zipped and buttoned him up. As I was finishing up, the commander walked into the bathroom and said "I see you're at work already." We all laughed.
We were able to get into something of a routine. The commander was able to arrange for a civilian home health care aide to come in five mornings per week. He would come by promptly at 7am (I don't recall his name but he was an older guy -- very professional) and help Phil with bathing and toilet matters. Phil had been given an exemption from wearing his uniform so he usually just wore jeans and a loose t-shirt and his aide helped with dressing as well.
I took careful notes in class and shared them with Phil and I made sure he never fell behind in his studies.
Now, Phil had his home health aide in the mornings, but evenings and weekends were a different matter. Phil, as I've explained, was very athletic and couldn't stand the thought of sitting around for 6 or 8 weeks unable to exercise. So, after class, I would drive Phil to the gym. I'd help him into his gym clothes and we would hit the gym floor. Phil couldn't grip any of the weights with his hands, so we used the machines and placed the grips carefully on his forearms, above the casts. Then, he would stand on the treadmill and lean on the supports with his elbows while having a nice run. In this way, we were able to keep his body in good shape. Since Phil needed my assistance to shower, we didn't stay at the gym for that part. There would have been too many questions and too many resulting explanations. Instead, we always headed back to the room.
The first day we did this, we got to the room and Phil said "Dude, I'm really ready for a shower. Are you sure you're up to it?"
"No problem bro" I replied.
I carefully peeled off all of his clothing until he was nude and then we walked into the bathroom. I was fully clothed at this point. I turned on the water and got it to a nice and warm temperature and gestured for him to step in. He said to me "Dude, we live together and I've seen you nude more than I've seen you with clothes on. Why don't you lose the clothes and step in the shower with me. I think it'll be easier for you that way and you won't be splashing water all over the place.
I saw the logic in this so I immediately stepped out of my shoes and socks and then undid my pants and dropped them and my jock strap to the floor. I whipped off my shirt and then helped guide my buddy into the shower. My cock was at about half mast at this point and I noticed that Phil's wasn't completely flaccid either. We'd seen each other's erections countless times (his was around 9 inches hard, by the way, or so I guessed and was about as thick as mine). Morning wood was so common with us that I'd all but stopped noticing it.
Phil kept his hands above the level of the shower spray while I took the soap and rag and began washing Phil's back. I washed his shoulders and neck, arms (up to the casts anyway) and then washed his butt. I didn't enter his crack at this time though -- I was trying to keep it professional. I then washed his rock hard legs (damn, these tree trunks tormented me, they were so hot). While squatting to wash his legs, I realized that I would have to wash Phil's crack next. The realization gave me an instant steel-hard erection, but I figured "Well, he's facing away from me and won't see anyway."
I stood up and my hard cock shot straight up to my abdomen. When I wash myself there, I don't normally use a rag as I figure it'd just get the rag dirty so I usually just use my soapy hand. I did the same for Phil. I pushed my soapy hand up and down Phil's crevice a few times and felt his tight sphincter. When washing myself there, I usually stick a soapy finger inside my hole and inch or so to get myself really clean. More out of force of habit than anything, I did the same with Phil. Phil jumped slightly and let out a little moan, but still said nothing.
I stopped for a second to decide what to do next when Phil suddenly turned around and I saw that his cock was just as hard as mine and within a split second, our hard cocks had collided.
"Oh dude, I'm sorry" he said "but what you were doing felt so damn good I couldn't help myself."
"No problem" I said "obviously I'm more than a little turned on myself."
I slid back into my professional mode again and washed Phil's neck and chest and abdomen. I skipped his naughty bits and washed the front of his legs. I then stood up and must've leaned a bit too far forward as his hard cock slapped me in the face. We both giggled at this and I got a little lost in the moment. Phil suddenly cleared his throat and kind of looked down at his hard cock. It dawned on me that I would have to wash Phil there as well.
The grin disappeared from my face (it was replaced by a look of fascination and lust to be sure) and my cock got harder than a lead pipe. I took the rag and started by washing his perineum. Phil moaned softly at this and then a little more loudly as I began washing his balls. I then took the soapy rag and ran it up and down his rock-hard manhood. He moaned loudly and precum began to ooze out of his slit.
Very quietly, I heard Phil whisper "Lose the rag -- just use your hand."
I dropped the rag and began working the soap around his corona. When I reached underneath and hit the sensitive spot under the head, his cock practically leapt from my hand.
"Dude" he said, "You're the best friend I've ever had and I would NEVER ask this of anyone else, but I haven't had sex is months and haven't jerked off in over a week and I'm in a terrible state. Do you think...ummm..."
I didn't say a word. I just grabbed the showerhead from its rest and quickly rinsed the soap off of Phil's cock. I then knelt down and put the head of his cock in my mouth. Phil yelped and I thought he might come right then and there. He said "dude, I'm super close." Let's dry off and get on the bed where we can do this a bit more leisurely.
I agreed. I turned off the water and carefully dried both of us. We both remained fully hard the entire time.
We then went into the other room and I let out my futon (it was bigger and more comfortable than Phil's bed).
Phil lay down and I knelt between his legs. I licked his balls thoroughly and then licked up and down on his hard 9-incher. I then spread his legs and gave his crotch a good tongue bath. At one point, I swiped my tongue across his hole and he moaned. I then lifted his legs in the air and began lapping at his hole. Phil was moaning loudly by this time, so I stuck my tongue into his chute. I thought he was going to come off the bed. "Oh Christ! Oh my God!" he cried. "That's the most amazing... Oh Jeezus! I'm coming"
When I heard this, I immediately moved up and grabbed his dick and stuck it in my mouth. The first shot of semen had landed on his abdomen but then shot after shot (I lost count at about 8) filled the back of my mouth. I literally couldn't swallow the stuff fast enough and it started to ooze onto my chin. Finally, his orgasm subsided and I finished swallowing his load. I licked up the cum that was on his abdomen and that had drizzled off of my chin onto his balls. I then sucked the remaining cum from his cock and I moved up and lay next to him.
He turned his head to me and had a look of amazement. "Dude. I've never felt that way before. That's the most powerful orgasm I've ever had! I can't believe it -- and with my best buddy to boot!"
"I can't believe it either" I said.
"Look dude. You know I'm not gay" he said. "I don't know if you are and I, frankly, don't give a rat's ass. You're the best friend that any guy could ever have and I love you with my whole heart. What you did for me just now was the most wonderful gift anyone has ever given me. With that, Phil leaned up and propped himself up on his elbow. He then leaned over and gave me the most passionate kiss I've ever experienced.
He lifted his head and said "I love you man."
I said "I love you too."
I do hope you liked my story. I intend to write more about my never-dull friendship with Phil and some of my other adventures as well. Let me know if you shot a load reading my story by sending me an email at intelguy1999@yahoo.com.