Date: Mon, 05 Aug 2002 23:38:30 -0400
From: Lee Mariner <mariner23502@hotmail.com>
Subject: Bruce & Friends

BRUCE & FRIENDS
By
Lee Mariner

August 2002

DISCLAIMER: This is a gay fantasy depicting homosexual activity between
young men. All characters are fictional and in no way related to any person
living or deceased. Any such perceived relationship is purely coincidental.
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"PLEASE DO NOT ENGAGE IN UNPROTECTED SEX AS IT CAN LEAD TO A LIFE
THREATENING CONSEQUENCE."

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Tommy & Lenny

Driving trucks was a profession and way of life in my family. My dad taught
me the basics, letting me steer while sitting in his lap behind the wheel of
a Ford stake body with the gear shift in the floor, hauling ice in the
summer and coal in the winter. My grandfather drove coal trucks in the
mountains of Kentucky.

There was no such thing as driver's education in school in those days, you
learned mostly by hands on practice and when you turned 16, you took a
written test and a road test. If you passed they issued you a permit for
$2.00.

After I turned 14, dad would take me with him in the summers to help him
with his deliveries and I learned more an more about driving a truck along
with developing a pretty good set of muscles toting 25 & 50 lb blocks of ice
with a set of tongs. Dad paid me $10.00 a week, pretty good for a teenager
in the '40s.

I got the usual chewing out when Dad caught me jerking off once in the
garage when he kept his truck. Every now and then when we were out making
deliveries, he would tell me about the birds and bees. That was pretty much
my sex education so far as he was concerned but I had a pretty good idea
about what sex was from guys in school. Tommy Jones, my best bud, showed me
how to jerk off under the iron steps behind the school that led into the
gym. Perfect spot since no one could see us unless they were looking for
someone to be there. Others had if the stains on the concrete were any
indication. We never were caught though and Tommy taught me a lot.

Thinking about it now, I should have suspected Tommy was gay from the way he
would get excited watching me jerk off but he never tried anything. Hell, I
didn't even know what gay was then and I doubt he did either. Tommy had a
long thick cock, and only 15. His cock was bigger then mine and he liked
swinging it around in circles showing it off, as he got hard. He was
circumcised but his cock was smooth and the head was bullet shaped and
looked like a golden brown torpedo sticking out of the dark brown hair
around its thick base.  He had a lot more hair then I did, even under his
arms and his body was more developed than I was.

Lots of times in the showers after gym class and we were alone, I always
thought he did it on purpose, he would start playing with his cock and
taunting me saying things like.

"Come on Bruce get it up, lets see what you got."

I didn't know then that I was gay; I just knew my cock would get hard
watching his cock grow. I had about 5"s but he must have been at least 7" or
longer. He'd stand with his legs spread apart waving it back and forth still
teasing me saying. . . . .

"You want one like that Bruce boy? Think your ever gonna get as big as this?

It fascinated me watching him stroke his cock and when he started to come he
would groan, thrusting his hips forward. Streams of white jizz would shoot
out and he would groan, his hips fucking his hand as he jerked off.

"Yeah Bruce, look at that, can you shoot that much?"

He knew I couldn't but when I did shoot, it felt like I was blowing apart
and his dark eyes would glisten as my cock spurted a couple of thin streams
and I would shudder gripping my cock tight.

Tommy and I jerked off a lot together, at least once a day. One day we were
under a train trestle, not far from where we lived, laying beside each other
our pants off. He was waving his cock around like he always did showing it
off when he looked at me.

"You ever get a blow job Bruce?"

I didn't know what too say at first, I didn't know what a blowjob was. When
he asked me again, I said "hell no, what's that?"

"Some guy takes your cock in his mouth and sucks you off. Greatest feeling
in the world, better then jerking off."

He still had me all confused but when he told me about getting sucked off,
my cock jerked and got real hard. Tommy lay there waving his big cock back
and forth grinning at me.

"You had that done? You let some hobo suck your cock? When?"

"Once when you were gone down on your grandfather's farm. I was down here
jerking off and some hobo caught me. He pulled his cock out like he was
taking a piss and I could see him getting hard so I just kept on pumping my
cock. He asked me if I wanted it sucked and I told him sure, suck on it.
God, what a feeling that was when his hot mouth started sucking on my cock,
I have never felt anything like it. He jerked off while he was sucking me
and I rammed all I could get in his mouth shooting wads of jizz down his
throat. He swallowed all of it."

The pre-cum was dripping from the head of my cock and I was sweating,
feeling hot all over my body visualizing what he was telling me and I could
see Tommy was too.

"Have you had it done since then Tommy? Man, I'd like to try that."

"Nah, I haven't seen him since then. He was a hobo remember?"

I didn't say anything else but we both shot loads bigger then we ever had
before. I bet the both of us were thinking about the same thing, getting a
blowjob and I couldn't take my eyes off of Tommy's cock swelling thicker as
he started shooting his load. God but I wanted to jerk his cock for him and
feel how hard and smooth it was but I was happy just being with him.

				* * * * * * * * *

Tommy and I were really close and did just about everything together in
school and out. I didn't know then that I was in love with him or the reason
I was I just enjoyed the two of us being together. We both were growing into
pretty good-looking young men and well built.

Every once in awhile, Dad would let him work on the ice truck with us when
he added extra stops and needed the extra help.   He would tong a block of
ice his muscles rippling under his skin when he swung it up on the burlap
sack over his shoulder and my cock would start getting hard looking at him.
He would glance at me faking a shiver as the water ran down the deep ridge
between his back muscles soaking the waistband of his pants, his eyes
laughing at me, an impish grin on his face. He was like that; there was fun
in everything he did.

				* * * * * * * * *

Tommy's Dad was in the Army and the day his mother was notified that he had
been killed in action in Europe was the worst day of my life and his and the
only time I ever held him in my arms as he cried. My Mom and Dad along with
lots of the neighbors visited his house, helping out as much as they could.
The church had a memorial service for his father since he was buried in a
cemetery overseas. They didn't return the bodies during that war.

The second worst day was when he told me that his mother was moving back to
Indiana on his grandfather's farm and he had to go. He was 17, I was 16 and
we sat under the train trestle hugging each other, crying. The train trestle
sort of became our "place". I think we both were hoping a hobo would come
along when we were there jerking off but that day we just cried. I wanted to
kiss him and tell him how much I loved him but I didn't, we just held each
other. The fear of two boys caught kissing was too inbred then.

Mom and Dad thought I was sick from the way I moped around after he left and
it took a long time for me to get over him moving away. Going to the train
trestle only made it worse. Tommy was gone and I still had two years of high
school ahead of me without him around. Jerking off became a solitary thing
after that but I would think of him and his big cock beside me in my bed. Oh
how I wished we had been in bed together.

				* * * * * * * * *

I was hoping I'd hear from Tommy after he and his mother left but never did.
I didn't understand then about how you could love someone and then when they
weren't around anymore time sort of eased the pain of missing them. I still
jerked off but not under the trestle. Girls didn't excite me to want sex
even though I had plenty of chances. Went out with several, did some petting
but it didn't change the pleasure of being around boys and looking at them
in the showers, their cocks getting half hard under the water washing
themselves. Some of them, my age, were pretty good looking but not a Tommy.

I started working out in school and by the time I was 18 and graduation
rolled around, I built a pretty nice body, light brown hair, cobalt blue
eyes, 6' and 175lbs of hard muscle. My biceps were 18", chest 44" and a 29"
waist. Soft silky light brown almost golden hair surrounded the thick base
of my almost Tommy's 7" cock except I wasn't circumcised. Sometimes I would
pose naked in front of the mirror in my bedroom and think of him standing
next to me, wishing he was. God but I missed him even though he hadn't
written. We still didn't have a telephone.

Going to college was not an option at that time we couldn't afford it. Dad
did pretty well with his ice and coal business but as the war was ending,
people had more money and were starting to buy refrigerators not needing ice
anymore. Coal was still needed but new houses were being built with electric
heat and some people were changing over from furnaces, it was cheaper and
cleaner then coal.

Everyone had more or less figured I would work for my Dad but he sold the
business a few months before I graduated and went to work in a paper mill
that he had worked in before he bought the ice and coal business.

He said he could get me a job in the factory but I didn't want that. I
wanted to get out of the city and away on my own, I joined the Army and was
sent to Fort Campbell for training. Not that far away but still it was away.

In basic training was where I got my first blowjob. Lots of they guys in my
platoon were good looking, well built and some hung bigger then either Tommy
or me. I had a hard time concealing the urges that would build up in me
especially in the showers with all those naked bodies and swinging cocks
around. At night was the worst at first, some guys would be crying quietly
and you could hear some of the bunks squeaking when guys would be jerking
off. I did it with a handkerchief over the head of my cock to catch the cum.

My bunk was on the top and at the end of a long row in the corner of the
barracks. One night I heard the guy below me jerking off, I didn't know his
name but I got horny listening to him pounding his cock and I started
stroking mine. I was really getting into it and didn't hear him get out of
his bunk. My legs were pulled up a little making a tent and I had my
handkerchief in my hand to catch the cum when he put his hand over my mouth
whispering  ----"shhhhhhhh, want that thing sucked?"

I damned near lost my hard feeling his hand on my mouth, he scared me so bad
and I stammered softly, "What, in here?"

He put his lips close to my ear, "Yeah, ain't nobody watching in the dark.
I've seen you in the showers, that big cock of yours getting hard. Want me
to suck you off?"

I didn't want to admit that I had never had a blowjob and the time Tommy
asked me if I had flashed through my head. Moving a little closer to the
side of my bunk, I pushed the blanket down exposing my throbbing rod. He
took it in his hand and skinned it back stroking me a couple of times. I
gasped at the feeling and I could hear him breathing hard. Turning my hips
towards him, he lowered his head and my cock slid in his hot mouth and my
muscle tightened at the feel of his tongue twisting around it, his lips
skinning my foreskin back. Stars shot through my head and it felt like bolts
of electricity were shooting all through me. I stuffed the handkerchief in
my mouth so no one would hear me moaning at the intensity of the feelings
his sucking mouth was causing on my steel hard cock.

He worked his mouth and lips up and down on almost the full length of my
cock until I could feel the hot cum surging upwards ready for a titanic
explosion into his mouth. Grabbing the back of his neck, I held his mouth
down on me as every muscle in my body tightened, my white hot sperm gushed,
filling his mouth with stream after thick stream. He stroked my chest
pinching my tits a few times and swallowed every drop of my juice, his lips
draining me. Slowly relaxing, he held my wilting cock tight with his lips,
his tongue cleaning the last drops from the head. A deep groan swelled in my
chest but the handkerchief stopped anyone from hearing the pleasure I was
feeling. When we both were finished, he whispered "thanks" and went back to
bed. I felt drained of everything inside of me but warm all over.

				* * * * * * * * *

Reveille sounded at 5:30AM and when I swung down out of my bunk the guy
below me was gone and for a minute I though it had been a dream but my cock
told me it wasn't, a little cum had dried up on the tip. Grabbing the towel
handing on the end of my bunk and my shaving kit from my locker, I followed
other guys heading for the latrine my baggy boxer shorts covering the half a
piss hard I had. Most guys probably had one as well since everyone was
jostling for one of the urinals. Finished pissing, I found and empty
washbasin. Looking in the mirror, I spotted him on the other side of the
room, he was smiling back at me but I avoided his eyes, I felt a little
guilty.

He was not a bad looking boy, maybe 17 or 18. He had a lean muscled body but
he wasn't skinny. He had blond hair and blue eyes but not as deeply blue as
mine and he was about 5'10" tall. I still wasn't shaving yet, I only had a
little fuzz, but after scrubbing my face and washing my teeth I didn't see
him in the mirror as I brushed my hair. The Army had just about scalped all
of us but I sort of liked it.

When I got back at my bunk and locker, the kid was sitting on his bunk
pulling his socks on. He glanced up at me but he didn't say anything and
looked under his bunk for his boots. I got a pair of socks from my locker
and was going to sit on top of it so I could put my socks on when I heard
him say softly, "You can sit here if you want too."

"Sure." I said, "Thanks, makes it a little easier."

Sitting down beside him I could feel his warmth and the smell of Ivory soap.
My cock started to get hard as his closeness and body odor. I should have
moved away from him but I liked the smell of him. My hands trembled a little
as I tried pulling on my socks and hide my hard cock at the same time.

He turned his head looking at me, a softness in his eyes." My name is
Leonard, Leonard Altman but you can call me Lenny. What's yours?"

"Bruce, Bruce Thompson. Where you from?"

"Indiana, not far from Indianapolis."

"Hey, Leonard, were neighbors. I'm from Ohio. Where did you join up? I
enlisted in Dayton."

"Indianapolis not that far from our farm. My parents brought me down instead
of letting me take the train."

"You lived on a farm? I helped my grandfather on his farm sometimes in the
summer but mostly I worked with my Dad on his truck. Why did you join the
Army?"

"Mostly so I could get off the farm and out of Indiana."

"Me too. My Dad was gonna get me a job in a factory but I wanted to get away
from that. Army seemed to be the best way."

We had both been dressing and talking when the whistle blew and everyone had
to fall in out front of the barracks for roll call. The Army formed us up
according to our heights and Lenny was a couple of rows behind me since he
was a little shorter. Tall guys were in front and short in the back. I guess
because it looked good that way when we marched.

After breakfast, we were marched to a building where we were interviewed and
they asked us why we enlisted, what we wanted too do and what we expected to
be in the Army. The guy talking with me did not look much older then me but
he was a sergeant. He made a lot of entries on the forms he had. When we
were finished, I went back outside where the rest of the guys were mingling
around waiting for where we would go next.

When I saw Lenny come out I caught his attention and joined him. His uniform
was sort of big but mine was too. He had a clean, fresh Amish look even in
his baggy uniform and I liked him. I later found out he was Amish and he was
17, the youngest of 5 brothers and 2 sisters. His parents allowed him to
enlist and thought the Army would be a good place for him to grow up since
he didn't want to live on a farm. I thought to myself, when he told me
later, that it was a pretty crazy thing to do because of what had happened
between he and I but Lenny wanted to get away from home and it was the best
way he could do it.

Neither one of us said anything about what had happened during the night but
I had a feeling he wanted to talk about it. We really didn't get a chance
for much talking being marched around like we were but we both caught each
other looking every now and then.

None of us had ever marched before except maybe in a band in school. It took
almost all day before we started looking like we knew how. September is not
all that hot but we were sweating from the effort and the dust from the
drill field made me feel dirty. After lunch, we attended orientation classes
and then more marching.

When we got back at our barracks, the platoon sergeant told us we had 30
minutes to shower, change into clean fatigue's and be back on the drill
field in formation. It was mass confusion in the two showers in the
barracks. It seemed like everyone was trying to use the same shower and lots
of well muscled bodies were rubbing against each other fighting for a shower
head. Thirty minutes was not very long for the 40 men of our platoon, 20 men
to a squad to get cleaned up and back in formation.

Lenny and I managed to get a showerhead near the door and while we were
wetting down and rinsing off, we "accidentally" brushed against each other.
His eyes flashed at me for an instant before looking away but I saw his cock
starting to swell a little. It was the first time I had seen him totally
naked. He had a thick bush of blond pubic hair and his cock reminded me of
Tommy's but not quite as long but not much shorter. Thick and smoothly
circumcised with a bullet shaped head. The urges I had been feeling surged
in my groin and I finished showering quickly before I got a raging hard on.
I hadn't had feelings for anyone since Tommy like I was feeling for Lenny
and I think we both were trying to avoid showing it.

Everyone finished cleaning up and dressing. When we straggled out into
formation, the drill sergeant was holding a stopwatch timing us. He blew his
whistle and marched us to the mess hall again instructing us we had another
30 minutes to eat and fall back in formation. Everything in the Army seemed
to be on a time schedule of some kind or at least is seemed like it.

After supper, we marched back to our barracks and instructed to stand at
ease in front of our bunks. Our drill sergeant walked up and down between
the rows of young men telling us what was expected of us and what we would
be doing while under his command. He told us that the first 3 days after we
had arrived was the quarantine period while we were issued our uniforms,
boxed up our clothes for shipping home and being re-examined physically. I
remembered the 3 days we had all been together in what was called a
receiving barracks and that several of the guys that had been there weren't
with us anymore. That could have been for any reason but I had a hunch one
of those reasons might have been because they were caught doing what Lenny
and I had done. The recruiter where I signed up had mentioned about the Army
not wanting fags when he told me to check the box on my contract that I was
not a homosexual. I couldn't help but think who in the world would ever
admit he was.

My mind had drifted away from what the sergeant was saying and I wasn't
paying attention when I felt Lenny kick my boot and I looked up just as he
said "attention, dismissed."

Everyone was milling around and Lenny was gathering his dirty laundry up
getting a scrub brush and detergent from his locker.

"What did he say at the end Lenny? I didn't hear him."

"You looked like you were in another world when I kicked your boot. We are
supposed to wash our clothes and then study 2 chapters of the Drill Manual.
After that we have free time for letter writing or what ever we want until
lights out at 10 o'clock. He said for the bunkmates to help each other out
studying, sort of like the buddy system. We are bunkmates except you are on
top and I'm on the bottom unless you want to change." He said softly looking
at me.

I caught a little flicker in his eyes when he said that and I grinned.

"No." I said. "I like the top bunk Lenny."

"I thought you might but I don't mind changing if you really want too."

Lenny already knew I didn't want to change and he knew why but he was
playing with words. Both of us just grinned knowing what we both were
thinking. I guess I really knew then that I was gay and he was the first gay
guy I had met even though he was only 17 and I was 18.

We stripped down to our boxers and gathering our clothes and washing
materials up we went to the washroom where other guys were doing their
washing. The room was long and had two hip high wash racks with water
spigots over the racks. A long trough down the center of the facing racks
drained the water and soap away from the wash area. Lenny and I found two
spigots together. You could see that just about all of the washing areas
were taken by two guys standing in their boxers scrubbing clothes, talking,
asking questions and learning more about each other. Every now and then we
both noticed that one or two seemed to have a noticeable bulge hanging down
in their boxers from leaning against the edge of the racks as they scrubbed
their clothes.

Lenny told me about his family and their farm. It was 500 acres of corn and
wheat. His two oldest married brothers lived in their own homes built on the
farm. There were several milk cows and pigs along with the usual assortment
of chickens and turkeys on the farm and everyone shared in the work. That
was the Amish way of doing things. Work 6 days a week and church on Sunday.
Until he was older and able to help with the cows and work in the fields,
his job was taking care of the family vegetable garden and caring for the
chickens and turkeys with his sisters. He went to school in the mornings
until 2PM in the afternoon and then work on the farm until 6PM. After supper
he did his studies and then sleep until 5AM when everyone got up. Do his
morning chores, eat his breakfast and catch the school bus.

It seemed like a pretty boring routine to me and I wanted to ask him how he
learned he was gay but told him about working with my Dad on his truck and
going to school. Except for cutting grass, taking the garbage out and going
to the store, his growing up had been a lot tougher then mine.

He was rinsing his socks and boxers when he looked over at me after I
finished talking.

"I could tell you had done hard work from your muscles. You've got a great
looking body." He whispered softly.

"You don't have anything to be ashamed of Lenny, your look pretty good to
me."

"Oh, nothing like yours is. None of my family are big muscled except for my
one brother Adam. He is big like you. Adams 20, taller then I am and he
really has big muscles. Are you about finished Bruce? After we study would
you like to walk over to the PX for a soda?

We finished up and hung our clothes in a large heated room that had clothes
lines strung up from wall to wall. Everyone's clothes were stenciled with
their name and serial number so we could find them when they were dry. We
had been talking so much that most of the other guys were finished before
us.

Before dressing, we showered again. There was only one other guy there with
us so we both had a showerhead to ourselves. The lights made his wet smooth
body glisten and I noticed he didn't have a tan line where most guys did
when they were in the sun. Washing his cock, it would swell a little just
like most men's did when they fondled themselves and he seemed to give it a
few extra pulls as he washed. He may not have thought he had muscles but
they rippled under his chestnut tanned skin as he moved and I told him so.
His eyes glistened running up and down over me but he didn't say anything,
just finished rinsing off and went into the small room off of the shower
room where we dried off. I hadn't had a chance to really look at him with
everyone else around and it was then that I saw he had a smooth athletic
grace as he moved. I waited for a few minutes while drying off so I could
get control of my emotions, he was almost intoxicating and exciting.

				* * * * * * * * *

After we dressed and did our studying, we signed out at the guard desk
indicating where we were going. The guard reminded us it was almost 8PM and
we had to be back before lights out at 10PM.

It took us about 15 minutes to walk to the PX, a large building with a
canteen in it and a recreation room with a piano and ping pong tables. One
section was walled off and had all of the stuff you might find in a civilian
drug store, cigarettes, candy, toilet articles, and all kinds of stuff.
Civilians worked in the PX and the girl behind the canteen counter brought
us two bottle of Coke when we asked for them.

A jukebox was blaring in one corner of the room that had several tables and
chairs in it. Several of them were taken and some of the guys from our
platoon were there. It was noisy with talk and music. Lenny looked at me
waiting for me to select a table but I leaned over not needing to whisper it
was so loud and asked him if he wanted to sit out on the steps.

"Its awfully noisy in here Bruce. Lets go on outside where it's quieter."

There were several things I wanted to ask Lenny and shouting was not the way
I wanted to talk. I had to know if he was feeling the same way I was and the
only way was to ask. I didn't think he would get angry if I did after the
last night.

We sat beside each other not too close but close enough where we could talk
without being overheard if someone walked by. Taking a couple of swigs from
the bottle of Coke I was about to speak when he beat me to it and it sort of
shocked me.

"Bruce, are you gay?" He said very softly.

I sucked my lungs full of air, waiting for the shock to wear off. Exhaling,
I took another swig from my drink before answering.

"I was going to ask you the same thing Len."

"I like that Bruce."

"What?"

"You calling me Len instead of Lenny. I always hated that name, it sounds so
kiddish but so many people just use it automatically instead of calling me
Leonard. I like the way you said it. You were going to ask me if I was gay?
Yes, I am but you don't know how scared I was last night. It took a lot of
nerve for me to do that, not knowing how you might react but I could hear
you and from the way the bottom of your bunk was moving I kind of figured
what you were doing."

"Didn't it scare you joining the Army and all the guys there would be?"

"At first it did, but I knew that if I was really gay, I'd find out in here.
You don't know what it's like growing up on a farm and feeling so strange
around boys in school but only brothers at home. My father never talked
about sex or girls and boys. My brother Adam told me about what girls and
boys do together when I was 12 years old. Our father seemed to feel it was
the older boys duty to tell their younger brothers the facts of life as he
called it."

"Why did you pick me out of all the guys here Len? It did surprise me when
you put your hand over my face last night. I almost jumped out of my skin
thinking someone had caught me jerking off like that. I heard you jerking
off below me and some others doing it too and it got me horny."

I had learned by now that Lenny always spoke softly and he sort of chuckled
softly fingering his bottle.

"Bruce, you excited me when I saw you naked when they were giving us
physicals and I couldn't take my eyes off of you. I thought I'd try getting
your attention but you were always looking the other way or going somewhere
else. I didn't have the first idea about what I could do but there was
something about you that told me you were the same as me. Amish people call
it joining one to the other in spirit. It was like I could feel your spirit
reaching out to me. Adam and I had the same feelings but we are brothers.
Adam is not gay but both of us being the youngest had a special relationship
together."

"Did you and him do things together?"

"Do you mean did we have a sexual relationship? Not a sexual relationship
but we jerked off together and we jerked each other off like most brothers
do I guess. Adam taught me all about how boys jerked off, he called it
-beating your meat. Adam is big but I think your bigger then he is Bruce and
he still has foreskin like you do. I don't know why my parents had mine
trimmed off, most Amish boys I know have foreskin and just about all of us
know about sex from watching animals have sex."

"Oh yeah, sure I did but they don't do what we did. Where did you learn how
to do what you did to me? That's the first time I ever felt like that."

Lenny was just about to answer me when some guys we didn't know came out of
the door and he waited until the were out of earshot. I don't think they
could have heard him anyway, he spoke so softly but he was chuckling like he
had before. When they were far enough away, he glanced at me grinning; his
eyes had little flecks of light in them.

"I kind of figured that was your first time, mine too. You liked it didn't
you? I like doing it and feeling how strong you are. You sure had a grip on
my neck when you shot off."

"Yes is was and yes I liked it and you were the first. I have never even
jerked another guy off but I wanted to when my buddy Tommy and I were
together. How did you know what to do Len? It really felt good."

Turning a little sideways facing me, Len looked straight into my eyes.

"You said you had worked on your grandfather's farm in the summers. Didn't
you ever watch a calf or piglet suckling on their mother's teats? It's the
same way you would suck on a man's cock. They suck breathing through their
noses until the milk starts flowing and they drink it. That's what I did
with you but just not as violently as some of them do."

I sat up straight looking around to be sure no one had heard him talking. My
cock was rock hard listening to him and I could feel him sucking on me again
like he had.

"Damn Len, you're making me horny as hell thinking about it. Have you had
someone do it to you?"

"No, not yet. I haven't met anyone I wanted to do it with except you. I
thought Adam was going to do it once when he got so excited jerking me off
but he didn't and I'm not sure I would have let him, he is my brother. I'm
just as horny as you Bruce but we better be getting back to the barracks.
What time is it?"

My watch said just it was a little past 9pm and the walk back to the
barracks would take 15 minutes at least. My cock was aching I was so horny
but he was right. Jerking off in bed was better then being late getting back
and reported for it. I wanted to hold his hand as we walked but I knew that
was not a good idea. Lenny or I said very much as we walked just glancing at
each other every now and then.

The drill fields were empty and millions of stars twinkled in a black
cloudless sky. It was quiet except for an occasional car that drove by. All
I could think of as we walked was that being gay and in the Army really
sucked. I couldn't blame anyone but myself for it since I had signed that
piece of paper after checking off I wasn't homosexual. Damn I thought to
myself, there had to be a better way to find someone like Lenny without it
being so screwed up when you did.

Just before we started up the steps into the barracks, Len stopped and
looked at me his eyes watering just a bit. "Pretty screwed up isn't it Bruce
and we have 4 years of it yet."

"Yeah Len, 4 more years."

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