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The vehicle moved sluggishly though the night jostling the sixteen men packed into the small army transport. I had my head pressed against the window, eyes unfocused and watching the white line painted on the road streak past; First closer and then away from the spinning wheels. I followed the line wondering where it would lead me.
Every now and then I would tear my gaze away from that line. From the back of the bus I could see the outline of a very familiar set of shoulders.
Jay used to be a close friend of mine. We knew each other intimately. I met him in the oddest of circumstances. In our high school years I inadvertently stumbled upon him jerking off in the change rooms. He didn't stop so I just kept watching and from there on in we knew we had something in common. Whilst still in school we never talked about it or indeed at all - just when the opportunity arose like on school camps, or when we were the last two in the gym change rooms we'd jerk off together. It wasn't until we graduated that things really started to happen.
Jay sat far away from me now. Our friendship ended on bad terms. Apart from the initial surprise of seeing each other we didn't talk. In fact he didn't even acknowledge me. Even so it was comforting having something familiar in this most unfamiliar of places.
The rickety bus jerked to an inglorious stop. It was dark now and had just started to rain lightly. Quizzical looks between the men eventually prompted the crew to disembark without command. We grouped under a light post trying to preserve our personal space without being excluded from the small ring of light.
I was the last one off the bus. I could see a figure standing much taller than everyone else. In full army uniform he looked a monster of a man. He was impossibly tall with a sharp angular face. His wide chest and thick forearms belied large muscles underneath his pristine uniform. He oozed casual authority. Everyone instinctively arranged themselves around him.
"Welcome to army base fourteen. I'm Lieutenant Hickman. This will be your home for the next six weeks as we train you to be the best soldiers you can be. Due to your late arrival we've rescheduled your induction until the morning." He paused to take a breath. "Please proceed into the building and line up at the induction desks. For now you will be given your bunk assignment and nothing more. Lights out at 2200." He added with a sarcastic twist "For those who can't tell the time that's five minutes from now."
The barracks was a collection of bleak concrete buildings dotted with small square windows. It looked like a prison. I looked at the utilitarian structure as I walked through its doors and then at a nervous looking private standing in the way flipping through a pad. He offered us our bunk assignment one at a time. My bunk assignment `1A' was right at the entrance of the dorm.
With each bunk assignment more bodies filtered into the room. The sombre silence was gradually replaced by the chatter of introductions. Not feeling particularly friendly I looked around for bunk 1A happy to see that I was on top. I kicked off my shoes and climbed on board watching the group from above. Curiously there were 8 beds per row which meant that our barracks were at half capacity. More guys must be arriving later, I thought to myself.
The group hastily prepared for bed ending up in various states of undress. I looked at the occupant of the lower bunk – directly opposite me. He was in the process of pulling his pants off and accidentally hooked his underwear managing to pull them down to his ankles. His exceptional shaft immediately caught my attention. He looked up sheepishly as he corrected the situation, briefly flicking his eyes in my direction before hastily looking away. I thought I saw him wear a faint smile as he looked away but I couldn't be sure.
It was almost ten so I began to undress. I moved to the corner of the bunk, one leg on each side and pulled my pants off and folded them neatly before dropping them to the floor. I paused momentarily with my t-shirt over my head, sensing someone standing in front of me. He quickly flicked a look at my crotch then up at my face. No introduction was necessary. It was Jay.
Jay looked me in the eye for less than a second, his eyes resting on my chest then my arms. I had filled out considerably since he last saw me with this little clothing on.
"Its been a long time Jay," I said coolly, staring directly back at him.
"Yeah it has," Jay replied looking at my crotch trying to avoid eye contact. oved from the corner of the bunk to the facing wall.
"See anything you like?" I chided.
Jay arced up, instantly defensive and said "Get fucked Jack," anger shining in his eyes. He walked between the bunks and sat on the one directly underneath me.
I sighed, a little disappointed. Obviously in this case time didn't heal all wounds. I couldn't blame him really. Our parting terms were less than ideal.
I finally lay down on my top bunk and closed my eyes, listening to the various sounds around me. I could hear Jay taking his clothes - first a belt buckle, then his shoes. The lieutenant appeared and within a few moments everyone was nestled in their bunks. At exactly ten without any warning at all the lieutenant announced "lights out privates," and the room went dark.
I found it difficult to sleep so I lay in bed, hands cupped behind my head staring at the ceiling. With Jay directly underneath me I mulled over our past. Despite the rough ending of our special friendship I was always fond of Jay even though I never let him know it. After all he was my first real relationship. Thinking of him always took me back to high school's fumbling and awkwardness. Learning and exploring each others bodies was as much an education for me then as all the English and algebra lessons.
Jay also brought me back to my discovery of physical passion. Post high school our fuck sessions started. Tentative at first we learned to fuck, then graduated to hot, raw arse pumping. I remember the sensations clearly. One night a week we would ravage eachother to rawness, filliing each other with cum. Exhausted we'd lie limbs entwined, kissing and talking until we fell asleep. Ot was a great way to embrace our sexuality, far better than some of the first time horror stories I had heard.
The memories made my cock spring to life. I moved my hand to my crotch and rested it on my boner, partially trying to push it down and stop it from tenting my flimsy sheet.
One by one the other men in the dorm dozed off. A pale grey moonlight streamed through the square windows of the barracks. Each window lined up with every third bunk, shining iridescent moonlight on the top half of each bunk's occupant. I could see the head and torso of the guy next to me, the illumination cut off at belly button height. He had a smooth chest and couldn't be more than in his early twenties. Like me his arms were extended above his head, eyes open no doubt wondering whether he would be able to fall asleep with this much light on him.
As my eyes adjusted to the dark I could see much more of him than I anticipated. As the darkened lower half of his bunk revealed his bed sheet, just below his midriff and tented slightly right above his crotch. He lay there eyes open occasionally stirring searching the surrounding bunks. I was fascinated. I cocked my head to the side and watched him. As he scanned the room his stare locked on to me for a second then jumped away, detecting that I was still awake. Obviously this kid had something he needed to do in the dark. I obligingly closed my eyes and pretended to sleep.
I lay there motionless for some time and listened, concentrating on the different sounds that stood out from the background noise. The sound of a slight rustling caught my attention. I repositioned myself closer to the edge of the bunk turning my head with both ears to face his direction. The rustling stopped abruptly but within a few minutes started up again. No mistake about it this kid must be jacking off all of a meter away from me.
Not wanting to divert his attention again I kept my eyes closed. My dick engorged as I listened to the rustling noise. I was now rock hard, cock head pulsing periodically as I squeezed it in my hand. I gave it a good throttle and a little drop of pre-cum formed at the eye which I rubbed gently around the rim of my cock.
I constructed an image of his cock in my mind and was interrupted by a new sound. I could hear his hand making a quiet slapping noise as it made contact with his inner thigh. Obviously he was getting closer, forgetting where he was and totally focusing on his cock. Every now and then his bunk would squeak as he massaged his throbbing meat. I opened my eyes for a better view.
The guy was really working his meat hard. One hand cupping his balls and pushing them into his shaft as the other milked his member. He continued to stroke quietly, his muscles tensing and arching as he rhythmically pushed his pelvis into his hand. His free hand moved to his chest and he pinched his little erect nipples as he tugged. He licked his lips as his head rolled to the side, exhaled sharply and slowed his hand action almost to a stop. He tried to hold on for as long as possible, savouring the pleasure of his orgasm.
Thick hot ropes of cum exploded from his hard cock. The first one jumped into the moonlight spraying his face and hair. He exhaled sharply, involuntarily moving his hand with each pump of cum. The second and third cum jet went over the side of the bunk as he milked his meat harder with each squirt. The fourth and fifth of which pooled on his abs and stomach and glistened in the moonlight. Cum dripped over the side of his abs as his eyes and his muscles relaxed. His head dropped to the side and his eyes lazily opened generating a surprised expression on his face as he saw me looking right at him.
I heard a sharp cough I could feel something sticking into my back through the mattress as it lunged downwards. I bounced down on it as the sounds of the bedsprings squeaked far louder th. Jay was awake and moving! The entire bunk wobbled as he rapidly shifted his weight, pulling himself up by the top bunk bedsprings.
"What the fuck?" he whispered as he coughed roughly again. He swung around both feet on the floor and shook himself awake. I had no idea what was happening but decided to let go of my cock, roll on my stomach and pretend to sleep. The guy next to me looked panicked, rolling over on his side, bubble butt exposed with the sheet around his ankles. A little rivulet of cum rolled from his side across back its slickness obvious in the moonlight.
Jay was now standing up between the bunks still a little disoriented. He wiped the right side of his face repeatedly with his hand as he slowly woke up collecting what appeared like a handful of milky while liquid in his hand. Moving it to the moonlight didn't help identify the liquid so he sniffed at it, and stiffened once the nature of this liquid dawned on him. This guy had managed to blow a sizable load all over the Jay's face! I could barely contain my laughter.
Jay stood motionless for a few seconds wondering how this could have happened. In his sleep addled state he came to the only logical conclusion and slowly lifted himself to my bunk level. He stared at me inspecting me closely for signs of life. I stiffened my cheek muscles but could barely contain the smile. After a second he grabbed me by the crotch. My cock was still hard. His hand viciously clamped down on my neck as he pulled me right to the side of the bunk.
"Listen you sick fuck," he whispered angry as hell and eyes boring into me as he continued to wipe his face with the free hand. "those days are over. I'm straight right," he added voice sounding like cold steel. "If you blow your fucking load up my nose again I will break your fucking neck! Do you understand me you fucking queer?" The threat in his voice was amplified by the increased pressure of his hand. I nodded out of fear, surprised by the strength of his rage and watched him disappear to the bunk below.
The words hurt. Jay had gone from my would-be boyfriend to my enemy but in the intervening years I never expected he would go into denial about his sexuality. What the hell had happened to him? 'Fucking queer?' I found that difficult to believe, giving his willingness to reach for his ankles at every opportunity. My dick went soft at Jay's threats. I lay there locked in my own thoughts.
The dissatisfied feeling of not blowing my load coupled with the odd emotions I felt over Jay's rage made me restless. I looked over at the jerk off guy who had rolled over away from the commotion and pulled the sheet to cover his buttocks. He slowly rolled back now and carefully inspected Jay's lower bunk, searching for any sign of movement. Once satisfied that Jay had gone back to sleep he turned to face me looking apologetic in the moonlight. His lips moved as he mouthed out the word 'Sorry.'
I nodded understandingly wondering if he could even see me mouth out anything in the dark. "Its ok" I mouthed back and waved him off with my hand. "Go to sleep," I whispered out loud.
I crashed headlong into dawn, awoken at exactly 6 AM by Lieutenant Hickman who thoughtfully banged his nightstick repeatedly at the foot of my bunk.
"Wake up you miserable little snots" he bellowed. "Last night was your last as a soft arsed civilian. From now on you're privates! Privates are not humans, they're machines! FUCKING MACHINES! He roared."
Hindsight showed just how true his words would be.
He continued his yelling tirade. "You have 5 minutes to strip to your shorts, fold your civvies and make ready your beds. After that our tour of these facilities begins and you better be READY!"
Men jumped out of their beds in a dazed mish mash of action. Some men slept nude, flopping themselves out of bed they put their shorts on. Others stripped off pyjamas or removed singlets. Bed sheets were flung over heads and neatly tucked under bunks in fastidious creases and folds. made my bunk silently next to Jay trying to keep out of his way.
The stragglers popped out of their alcoves into the main part of the room one by one some of them looking at their questionable work at making their bed. Most guys were standing at the foot of their bunks, barefoot in underclothes. Ensuring that Jay wasn't watching I looked over at the guy on the opposite bunk on the other bunk and smiled. He smiled back. I closed my fist and mimicked jerking off humorously. He laughed out loud and came over.
He spoke quietly so as to not to arouse Jay's attention. "Listen mate I'm really sorry about that. I wasn't expecting to shoot so far!"
I laughed. "Fucking good shot mate. Right up his nose! Don't worry about it. I'm not friends with that fuck."
The lieutenant came crashing back into the room. "Stand to attention privates! Each of you at the front of your bunk!" We organised ourselves haphazardly with me directly in front of the bunk and Jay in the alcove. I was facing straight forward, looking at the guy with the monster cock.
The lieutenant barked, "Solders must remain in formation at all times. Stay in your lines. You are a team and your survival depends on how well you function as one." He paused, swinging his nightstick.
"First thing is the showers! Every morning after dawn you will have 5 minutes to shit, shower, shave and get into uniform. Lets go!" He strode out of the room.
I looked around and watched as the opposing column of eight men moved out the door lead by monster dick. I sprang to action after realizing that I was the head of the column chasing monster dick. The lieutenant had already disappeared into the building at the far end of the quadrangle.
Rushing behind him I dragged our column into the building, trying not to lose anyone in the mist. At least the white tiled floor was warmer than the ground outside. Wash basins and polished metal mirrors lined the walls and the room turned to the right. This must be the showers.
I walked to the end of the room to scope for the lieutenant thinking that this could be the only direction he could have gone. Turning the corner I spotted him, standing impatiently at the far end of the rectangular room. He motioned for me and monster dick to come down to where he was and the column followed. Eight showerheads lined each wall.
We walked to the far end of the shower room in our jocks. When I reached the lieutenant each man was aligned with a single showerhead. The lieutenant strode through the two columns and stood at the entrance to the room.
'Remember you got 5 minutes to get clean, shaved and in uniform every morning. And for fucks sake take your jocks of you fucking queers!" His rough manner reminded me of the angry tone in Jay's voice not but 12 hours ago.
Without warning hot water burst from each shower head. My white jocks instantly clung to my crotch and turned a translucent shade where they touched flesh revealing nested balls and my cock rolling downwards in between my thighs. It instantly caught the attention of monster dick opposite me.
From the end of the shower room the lieutenant bellowed again "5 minutes!" and left the room.
One by one we stripped our sodden underclothes off. I was fascinated by the guy in front of me. He seemed an odd character, playful yet innocent. I looked him over determined to take only a brief look. I couldn't help staring. His dick was bigger than I fist thought and dangled between his legs. It bobbed there, cylindrical and fat but not overly so, framed nicely by his hanging ball sac. Short wisps of very fine blonde body hair carpeted his forearms and legs. Wide shoulders, thick forearms, toned but not muscular. My vision returned to his cock for another look. I didn't even notice that he was looking at me.
He smiled and stepped forward out of the jet of water that cascaded down his body.
"My name is Craig," he offered his hand which oddly enough I stepped forward to shake. Introducing yourself to someone in the shower was definitely odd! He moved back into his stream of water and continued soaping up, washing his cock and balls. Looking at the ground he gave it a few long strokes and finished with a couple of twists rubbing a hand over the head of his cock. It instantly grew an inch. He parted his legs a little and soaped his ball sac.
Craig huh? That boyish smile flashed at me briefly again. This dude is interested! Or at the very least proud of his package. In any event his playful exchange was making me much hornier than permissible in a room full of naked heterosexual men. I turned side on, averting my gaze only to end up staring directly at Jay with his back to me. His boxers around his ankles he was busily soaping his arse hole. My dick kept rising.
I turned again to face the corner and tried to keep my cock under control. No extra effort was needed for it to start rising up now. I thought about Jay and his yelling at me and my cock quickly relaxed averting a full hard on. It still poked out a little forward but if no one other than Craig was closely inspecting it they wouldn't notice.
The water turned off abruptly. Some of the stragglers were still soapy and a little indignant at being given only two minutes of hot water. The lieutenant had said five! There were a few heavy hanging cocks in the room many of them semi-hard and poking out at various angles other than straight down.
Walking directly behind him Jay's masculine silhouette dominated my attention. His thick muscle legs were pacing right in front of me. From the back he hadn't changed at all. I could reach out and touch him if I wanted to.
I pondered on what may have happened to Jay in the intervening years. We had such good times and it seemed utterly impossible that he had gone straight. We used to fuck right through the night into morning and now he thought he was straight? I looked at his arse and an involuntary image of me fingering it, gently massaging the tight ring open popped into my head. I could almost hear the soft moan he used to make as I rubbed his prostate. I recalled licking his neck as I fingered his manhole open and how the soft moan would rise to a rough grunt as I got closer to his ears. Straight my fucking arse!
I'd show him! I'd slip my throbbing dick into him right here in the showers. I know he'd bend over and grip my meat with that tight ring of his. He'd grunt and moan like he always did. What a fucking horny thought!
I came crashing out of my fantasy remembering where I was. "Fucking hell," I muttered looking down at my cock, which had already started growing. With each step my hardening cock bounced on my inside thigh. This time it was not stopping. I stopped walking.
Craig stopped with me looking on with that mischievous grin as we neared the exit of the shower block. What a weirdo! I shrugged as innocently as I could. I was getting hard again - cock 45 degrees to the floor. There was no stopping it this time, it would be a full blown hard on and I was completely nude in a room full of naked men!
Craig was now grinning broadly. He and grabbed his cock and pulled it a few times staring directly at me in parody of my growing boner as if to egg me on to a full scale hard on. I looked directly at him confused what to make of this strange guy. He started walking again and I couldn't even warn him before he crashed headlong into the outstretched arm of the lieutenant!
The lieutenant's arm clipped Craig across the chest. He overbalanced holding on to the arm and fell to the floor butt slamming hard into the white tiles. He put one boot on Craig's ankle and whispered. 'You two fucking queers stay here. Do not move an inch. He pointed angrily at Craig. 'You don't even get up from the floor.' None of the other guys witnessed the commotion in a few seconds the entire group was turned left into a separate part of the shower block and were out of view.
"FUCK," I whispered to myself. "Man its just a boner!"
Craig said loudly "Man what you get me involved in this for! I didn't do anything."
"Keep your voice down," I replied in a whisper. Who knows how long he was standing there man! According to him you were putting on a show for me and I was getting hard! "
"Shit," Craig said and was silent from there on. A look of fear spread across his face.
A few seconds later the lieutenant returned words "Follow me." I knew I was in trouble. Both Craig and I followed, Craig keeping his distance from both me and the lieutenant.
At the shower exit the lieutenant stopped and turned immediately left into a second set of sixteen showers. We followed him to the end of the second shower block just as he removed a tile and clicked open a latch. A door swung open revealing a dark staircase that went sharply downwards. This really wasn't the right place for a door. Craig now looked very scared and I went out in fear and empathy.
The lieutenant motioned us downwards. Craig halted at the entrance, refusing to move. The lieutenant positioned himself behind Craig and maneuvered his nightstick into the small of his back, pushing him into the darkness. I followed close behind, trying to stay as far away from the lieutenant as possible. The door closed behind the three of us and daylight was completely extinguished.
Craig and I huddled at the bottom of the stairs, naked, cold and dripping wet. The lieutenant flipped a switch and a long corridor studded with white fluorescent tubes flickered to life.
"Walk," he said with one perfunctory word. He poked me on the top of my arse cheek very roughly. I winced but walked without a word. We walked for what seemed like an eternity. This corridor was long but more disconcertingly featureless - no side corridors, no doors and what seemed like no end. Craig turned to face the lieutenant, but was pushed in the back with the nightstick again.
A second later the corridor ended at a heavy metal door. "Open it," he commanded.
Another darkened room was illuminated by the lieutenant, hand on the light switch that he located easily in the dark. It wasn't his first time down here. I surveyed the room quickly trying to find any tactical advantage. I thought he would possibly become violent.
The room was small and square. On the left was a mattress. One of the corners showed a shower head and some taps jutting out of the wall. The second corner had a waist height table and two benches. The eerie illumination gave it a jail cell feel and three bodies in the room added to the claustrophobic feel. The lieutenant looked at me intently, studying his next move.
"Are we in trouble Sir," I pleaded softly.
The Lieutenant stared blankly at me and flatly stated "Private you're a homosexual," adding a taciturn twist to the word.
I paused. Expecting something of this nature I had already steeled myself to disagree. "No, no I'm not!" I stammered, clearly aware that I would be thrown out of the military if I was discovered. Who knew what this crazy fucker would do if he knew I was gay!
"Yes you are," he confirmed, putting that same rough finger in my shoulder and prodding hard once more. There was another pause. This time he stared at Craig
"Are you queer too horse dick?" He turned his head to the side for a bit as he pretended to think about it.
He stepped forward in an abrupt change of pace, startling me as he breached my personal space. He stood an inch away from me, my naked body so close to his uniform I could feel the heat coming off him. His head moved closer.
"I know you are a queer," he whispered in my ear. I could feel his hot, moist breath on my ear, his lips almost touching my earlobe as he whispered. "I know your friend here is one too." He continued. "I bet that if you sucked off your shower buddy here you'd get off on it."
"No sir I...I..." words escaped me as the lieutenant continued unabated.
" I know you'd like that private. I know you'd like to finger his arse. I'd bet you'd love to enter him and grind cock into his pulsating arse hole." The lieutenant finished the statement by grabbing my arse cheek roughly.
"Fucking arse is what queers do isn't it? They love arse fucking don't they private?" I didn't answer. He squeezed my buttock hard with his rough, strong hands. "Fuck yes they love it so much, they'll fuck anywhere - even in the showers of the army!" His fingers moved to my wet crack fumbling around reaching for my hole. My dick was fully erect.
He stepped back from me directly under the light bis eyes glowing. "See private," he motioned at my cock, "you can't hide it from me. I can smell the fags in my barracks the second they step off the bus."
"So be a good little friend and suck your mate's dick." His strong hands pushed me down to my knees then forward into Craig's crotch. Craig's dick instantly responded tenting up and out, its big mushroom head swelling. The lieutenant jammed my face into Craig's crotch, Craig gasped out of surprise.
I couldn't work out what was happening. This wasn't the trouble I envisaged when I first saw this prison cell. The lieutenant waited for me to do something. "Well Private, what are you waiting for? Suck his meat," the lieutenant said casually.
"But sir!" I commented, one last ditch effort to appease him, my eyes pleading with him as he stepped behind me and grabbed my arm, twisting it behind my back. Pain shot through my arm and shoulder as he twisted.
"Suck it private or I'll break your fucking arm."
He held my arm pinned as I started to work Craig's cock. I wound tongue around the bottom of his thick, tongue flicking left and right, resting my lips resting on the large mushroom head of his penis. Craig had his eyes closed and still looked fearful but it was clear that his body at least was enjoying the sensation. His cock pulsed madly and a little ball of pre-cum formed at his cock's eye.
"Ha what did I tell you private? Your little shower buddy here loves it. C'mon give him some more," he added with a self satisfied look smeared across his face. I popped the head of Craig's cock into my mouth to an audible groan from Craig. The lieutenant let go of my arm and rested both hands on the back of my neck. Craig's pre-cum tasted metallic at first then extremely bitter. The lieutenant pushed my head onto Craig's cock filling my mouth with dick. Craig produced more bitter pre-cum.
I opened wide, my jaw hurting as the lieutenant thrust more of Craig's cock into my mouth. He built up a steady rhythm. Craig began to sway with each push of my head, his balls swinging more and more until they slapped my chin and neck with with each thrust. arse. I looked up when I could see Craig's initial expression of fear morph to one of pleasure. He moaned softly with each thrust as I swallowed repeatedly to prevent from gagging. The lieutenant thrust my entire face onto Craig's cock and I was glad that Craig was into this.
The lieutenant pulled me away looking clearly unsatisfied. Maybe he was expecting Craig to cum or me to gag. In any event he
"Now stick your cock in him private" the lieutenant pointed at me. "Fuck him until you cum in him."
This was punishment? I dropped myself onto the mattress hands on Craig's hips trying to pull him down. His cock bounced as he moved down to the mattress. Craig lay on his side and cocked one leg forward, a mixed look of willingness and uncertainty on his face. I leaned forward pretending to line up with his arse hole to give him a chance to speak. He whispered,
"I've never done this before."
The lieutenant yelled "NO TALKING privates! Fuck him now or so help me..." He trailed threateningly slapping the end of his nightstick into his open palm.
I went as slowly as I possibly could, positioning the head of my cock on the cusp of Craig's hole and pushed as slowly as I could manage. His ring clamped down hard and he fought my invading cock. I wanted to tell him to relax or to push out but dared not say another word. I continued to push and as the head of my cock breached his outer sphincter he moaned out loud and screwed up his face, arse hole gripping onto my cock like nothing I ever felt before. He held on so tight I could barely move my cock. I pretended to rock my hips to make it look like I was fucking and tried to keep my cock as stationary as possible. I built a gentle rhythm moving centimetres at a time as Craig slowly relaxed.
I grabbed his cock and stroked it, listening to his moan. He was over the worst of the pain and I was determined to make it somewhat pleasurable for him. With each mini thrust I pushed a little stroking his cock at the same time. With ever stroke he clamped down hard. The sensation was extreme. I stroked down as I pulled my cock out, his tight virgin hole clamping down and milking my shaft.
My balls drew up against me as the clamping sensation sent tingles up my spine. I knew I wouldn't last long at this rate. I slowly built up to longer thrusts venturing deeper into his hole carefully monitoring his expression.
The lieutenant stood behind me, foot on my backside and pushed me hard. My cock ploughed deep into Craig and he yelped in pain. The lieutenant bellowed "Blow your load NOW!."
I knew I wouldn't last long and was worried that the lieutenant would start pushing my cock further into Craig than he could handle. The best course of action was to finish fast. I picked up the pace with longer strokes, fucking Craig's opening hole as fast as I could. He yelped with every thrust until he could take no more. His hand flung up to my chest as he said "Please stop!" As his hand touched my chest I spewed my hot creamy load into his virgin hole. I grabbed his hand and fucked as I pumped cum, my juice swirling inside him with each thrust until my cock was too sensitive to keep thrusting. We lay there and I kept my cock in him as I realized his eyes were moist with tears. He wept without a sound. I pulled my cock out very slowly to give him some time to adapt but his tight hole pushed it out and puckered to a close. He curled into a ball my pelvis still resting on his butt.
"Here is the deal you two. You are now on Lieutenant's Duty. When you're requested to come down for Lieutenants duty make your way down to this place unobserved. You'll be given further orders from there. If all goes well I'll keep you on as trainers in this boot camp and you won't have to go to the front."
He walked to the corner of the room and grabbed two duffel bags. " Now get cleaned up and fuck off out of here. You're expected at your first training session at 11 AM. I don't have to tell you that there is no talking about this to anyone." He departed through the large metal door clicking it shut behind him.
We looked at each other silently for a while. Craig's tears had stopped but their moist trails were still visible on his on his red cheeks.
"I'm sorry if I hurt you Craig" I spoke apologetically. "It was the quickest way to finish. I hope it didn't hurt too much," I said knowing that it would have hurt more than Craig was willing to admit.
Craig remained silent for a long time. Finally he spoke softly. 'Its ok. I... I've wanted to do this for a long time. I... I've never done anything with a guy before." He paused and looked away from me, slightly embarrassed
I kept my hand on his side and sensed his embarrassment. "You've never done anything!" I added, thinking about his forward advances in the shower. I paused realizing how insensitive I sounded. I tried to correct it and put my hand on his side saying "I'm sorry your first time was so rough."
He obviously was feeling weird about the whole exchange. "At least I ... have someone I can trust in here with ... my secret."
He lay curled on the mattress and I sat down cross legged next to him. Our awkward introduction seemed to have jumped a few steps from the initial hello to Craig curled up in a ball with an arse full of my cum. I didn't know what to say next.
"So... Was the sensation what you expected?" I asked trying to fill the awkward silence.
"It hurt a lot more than I thought it would" he confessed.
"Yeah it will until you learn to relax. Its easy done. Soon you'll be ready to swallow a whole dick instantly. As it is now I can relax just by thinking about it."
There was a pause. "I hope so" he said and lay there silently.
Obviously Craig had envisaged something considerably more romantic for his first man to man experience. I tried a new tack to retrieve the situation. "Thank you for letting me enter you." There was no reply and I felt stupid for even saying it. I changed the subject quickly.
"C'mon lets get cleaned up and out of here." I motioned standing up towards the shower.
Craig stood up, a weird expression on his face. "What's wrong?" I said, slow and metered to keep him calm.
"I... I'm still full of cum" The embarrassment on his face was clear. I put on a disarming smile and stepped away from the shower to be closer to him.
"Of course you are! I'm sorry but I haven't cum in a few weeks. I must have blown a huge load into you."
"What do I do about it?" he asked with confused sincerity. He was new to this! I smiled again.
"Well you can hold it in or get rid of it," trying to not sound condescending. I turned the shower on as he sat down on the toilet and looked away from his horribly embarrassed red face as he nosily expelled two weeks of my accumulated semen. Obviously he hadn't worked this part of reality into his first time fantasy scenarios. He sat on his porcelain throne utterly dejected. Once the shower was at the right temperature I turned to face him again, rescuing him from his sad thoughts.
"C'mon its not all THAT Bad," I implored feeling very guilty. I'd obviously caused Craig pain on more than one level. He was turning out to be much more delicate than first appearances showed. "Give me your hand."
I clasped his hand and pulled him back into the shower as he rose sluggishly from the toilet. "I'll scrub you down." I grabbed the soap in the dish and started to rub his back and arms eventually working down to his slippery arse hole. He winced a little as I pushed my finger into his ring fishing out the remaining cum. Then I moved down to his balls and cock washing them thoroughly.
"There you're all clean now!" I exclaimed as I turned the rusty taps off. I moved for a towel and threw it over his head in playful jest and dried his lovely blonde hair in a haphazard tousle, his head completely lost in the towel.
I pulled the towel off to see the hint of that cheeky smile return. "Now ill dry the rest of you off." I proceeded to rub his chest. Lifted his arms and dried his underarms spending an inordinate amount of time drying his genitals. "They're dry!" he chuckled and playfully kicked me off. I dried his legs individually and finally each toe one by one. He was smiling now again
"I've never had a personal body slave before!" he commented looking boyish.
"Well I'm on duty now so don't you worry," feeling a little relieved that whatever damage I may have caused didn't seem permanent. I looked at him as he grabbed the towel and finished off any damp spots. His chatter, his actions and even his face had a quality about them that was very innocent. I could tell that he'd need protecting from some of the harsher realities of the world. Relief washed over me as he was clearly feeling better about the situation.
We moved to our duffel bag and got dressed in our stark green private's uniforms. I took my dog tags and held them in my hands before slipping them over my head. "I know you haven't known me for very long Craig, but I try to be a nice guy. I hope we can make sure this experience turns out ok and that we can be friends?"
He caught sight of my dog tags and looked straight at me. "I would like that very much."