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Army Experience (mm)
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ARMY EXPERIENCE
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Uploaded to Pink Triangle by Peter Dobson
It's possible to have a sexual encounter in the most unexpected of
places. When I took Basic Training at the ROTC camp in Kentucky's Fort
Knox, I hadn't expected to have the sort of experience that I'm about
to relate. I arrived at Fort Knox in the middle of June, along with
hundreds of other cadets. We were civilians about to have the equiva-
lent of boot camp instruction, intending to prepare us for officer
training, that would later follow during the next couple of years in
college. I ended up NOT going into the ROTC program, though that's an-
other story...
In the fifth week of the program, my company (about 50 or so men)
went on a bivouac, which is the Army's way of saying "forced march
followed by uncomfortable campout". The march was not too bad, in
spite of carrying the full combat gear, though the high humidity made
even the Southern boys sweat a lot... We finally got to a place in the
woods where those in charge decided we should settle down for the
night, and we made camp.
When the acting squad leader told us to "buddy up" with someone
for each two-man tent, I found Tony standing next to me. Since we were
both in the same squad (a group of about a dozen men), we slept in the
same part of the barracks, used the same showers and latrine, and were
occasionally paired up for exercise drills that required two men (like
getting the DAMNED poncho folded the first time!).
I had previously noticed how Tony seemed especially quiet when he
was near me, and how he seemed to try to be around me as often as pos-
sible... Tony is a Southern boy, that is, he's from Georgia, with a
quaint accent (this coming from a Native Californian), and had a
nicely tanned body, just short of six foot in height, somewhat on the
thin side, though well muscled.
He has nice green eyes that seemed to sparkle, and a somewhat shy
smile. He was quite cute. Notice I didn't say anything about his
hair... He didn't have much, at least, not more than some blonde fuzz
- we were in the Army remember! He was about two years younger than
myself, and when we talked, he seemed to be especially interested in
where I was from and what I liked to do. Yes, I noticed him, but since
there is no privacy in basic training, I never had a chance to talk to
him on any particularly personal level.
I was both surprised and pleased when I found myself paired up
with Tony for the night... I immediately started to fantasize about
the possibilities. Not that I expected anything to happen, not in the
middle of an Army camp of all places, and not with someone who was
planning on joining the Army to be an officer - then again, so was I,
and that didn't stop me from thinking about such things... Luckily, we
did not draw night watch or anything else which might interrupt our
sleep (or whatever).
When Tony and I finally got into the tent, after some night time
training, I was getting quite uptight. It had been a couple of weeks
since I had a chance to jackoff, as there is NO real privacy in the
barracks. I found the only chance to do it was during the night-time
"fire watch", which I got only every week and a half or so. Yeah, I
was quite horny, from being around a lot of guys day after day, watch-
ing them take showers and such, and NOT being able to jackoff with any
decent frequency.
I was ready for Tony, now if only he were ready for me...? I found
myself becoming shy when it finally came time to crawl into my sleep-
ing bag. I ended up just saying goodnight, and not suggesting any-
thing... And I was really hardup. In the Army basic training, you do
not get much sleep, so any chance you get, you sleep. So I started to
fall asleep within minutes after settling down.
Then I felt Tony move his bag closer to mine. A few minutes later
I half-felt, half-heard, his bag's zipper, as he slowly opened his
bag. I stayed silent. Then, when I started to think I had just imag-
ined it, I felt his warm fingers touch me on my chest. He ran his fin-
gers through the hair on my chest - his was quite smooth - then they
slowly moved down my body. I was not sure if he was aware I was awake,
or even cared.
He got to my belly button, which he circled, and finally, to my
pubic hair. He stopped for a moment, probably a bit surprised that I
didn't have any underwear on; it was hot that night, and I was horny,
so I had pulled them down to my ankles when I had first crawled into
my bag. It was when he wrapped his hand around my erect cock that I
decided that I had better become a more active participant. I quietly
asked him if he liked what he had found.
"Yes... You're sure horny, aren't you? I just wanted to... See
what you felt like." I decided to see how horny HE was, so I slowly
leaned across and very slowly - it was dark, remember - gave him a
kiss on the lips, rather hard. He accepted it, and gave it back,
squeezing my cock as he did. Yeah, I had a live one!
Tony turned out to be quite horny... After kissing some more,
still firmly grasping my cock, he quietly asked me to zip open my bag.
After I had opened up the bag, thereby exposing myself to him, Tony
got onto his knees next to me. I reached between his legs and grabbed
at his cock through his underwear. He was hard also, and a bit longer
than mine, though thinner. While I was arranging my bag and checking
him out, Tony was busy rapidly stroking my hard-on.
"That feels good, Tony... You'd better slow down a bit, or
else...", I said. His reply was to lay down next to me, and begin
licking my cock, from the base to the tip. I was VERY turned on, by
this time... Unfortunately, he had arranged himself so that I could
not reach his cock, so I placed my hands on his head instead. By now,
he was sliding my dick in and out of his mouth, incidentally sliding
his fuzzy head along my chest and belly, exciting me even further.
"I'm about to come... Do you want to...", I whispered in a pant,
trying not to be heard by anyone outside - wouldn't that be an embar-
rassment! - but barely able to control my voice as the feelings of
pleasure overcame me. Tony was willing to take it, and kept going. It
only took a few more seconds until I shot my wad, ejaculating for the
first time in over a week. I was acting out a fantasy, that of being
with Tony like this, that I had not expected to ever realize. Tony
readily swallowed my cum, and continued to bob his head up and down on
my cock, till I indicated that I was through. I just lay there a
while, in the after-glow of the orgasm.
I heard Tony move away, and a bit later heard him rummage through
his equipment near the entrance of the tent. I heard the slosh of wa-
ter... He must have gone to his canteen, to wash out the "flavour" of
the cum in his mouth... I didn't really blame him! I covered myself
with the flap of my bag, and waited for the next part... But nothing
happened. Tony just finished taking his drink and settled back into
his bag and was silent. I couldn't even hear him stroking himself, if
that was what he was doing. After tapping my fingers on my bag
silently for a couple of minutes, with increasing frustration, I fi-
nally leaned across and kissed him lightly on the ear, and whispered
into it, "That was great... I thought you were horny also?"
"What...?", he asked, seemingly surprised. "Wanna fuck me?", I
asked, trying to make it sound as nasty as I could, considering that I
was whispering. "Fuck you... I'd thought... Yeah, of course!" I opened
my bag again, as Tony got out of his. He was still quite hard, as my
fondling of his crotch indicated. "Off!", I quietly demanded, somewhat
unnecessarily... He pulled it off. I moved down and licked his cock,
trying to get a lot of saliva on it, to lubricate it. I could tell
that he was not too far from orgasm, so I didn't prolong it. I rolled
onto my belly, and he got on top of me, his legs between mine. Then,
he slowly laid on top of me. As he went down, I reached up and grasped
his wet cock and positioned it so that it would easily penetrate my
asshole. Once he was down, and was partly inside me, he began slowly
pumping, thrusting himself into me, somewhat slowly.
"I wont break, you know...!" I said, feeling turned on again by
the feel of his long prick sliding in and out of my asshole. He in-
creased his pace rapidly. I knew that this wouldn't go on much longer
as he had been as hardup as I was, so this opportunity for more than
simple relief was to be savoured while it lasted... It didn't last
much longer. Within two minutes of insertion, I'd guess - I don't time
these things with a stopwatch! - Tony gave a final few hard thrusts
then held still. I could actually feel his cock throbbing as he or-
gasmed and shot his wad into me. He continued to pump a few more
times, but slower, apparently getting the last traces of his pent-up
sexual energies out of himself. He gently slide off my back, and
placed an arm around me, gave me a light kiss, "Thanks."
Weeks later, back at home, I received a letter from Tony. In it,
he told me how he had had one girlfriend in high school, and had suc-
cessful sex with her, but never really felt complete afterwards. It
turns out that I had broken in a virgin gay that night, right in the
middle of one of the most homophobic of organizations, the U.S. Army.
Oh well...
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