From: an269478@anon.penet.fi (Steve Forbes)
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Subject: Balling in the Barracks  (MM)
Date: 3 Feb 1996 17:50:27 GMT
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This story contains scenes of homoerotic love - but you should already know 
that since the subject line clearly indicated this story has Male/Male (MM) 
contact.  That being the case, no one has any reason to complain or act 
surprised that this story presents gay men enjoying themselves sexually, so 
flames will be ignored!  If you are underage or inadvertantly downloaded this 
story, please use the DELETE option that is present in all decent newsreaders 
and find something more to your liking.

Open-minded indivuals of all sexual orientations are invited to page down and 
enjoy this story as much as I have.  I did not write it, and wish to thank 
the author for providing us with a very erotic story.

Steve
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During first formation one day in early May, Top called for
volunteers to take a life guard training course over at the post
pool.  I raised my hand and was chosen as one of the six to
participate from Delta Co. 11th Engr. Battalion.  I was placed on
what was called Special Duty (SD).  This relieved me of all my
military duties.  I started classes the very next week.  After
the four week course I was assigned to the outdoor pool on North
post across the street from the Engineer AIT students barracks.

Time passed quickly that summer and before I knew it, most of
June had passed.  Delta Company had been out on an FTX for the
last two weeks of June and were scheduled to return soon.

One Friday I stayed late at the pool after closing to do some
laps.  When I returned to the barracks, all of the Iron Men had
gathered under the shade tree in back of the building.  They had
a large charcoal grill goin' and a large metal trash can full of
beer and ice.  I dropped off my swim trunks and towel and went
outside.  The grill was covered with burgers and dogs.  One of
the guys in fourth squad knew one of the cooks from Headquarters
Company and had acquired a whole case of frozen hamburger patties
from him.  The Lieutenant bought the beer and everyone was having
a good time.

A couple of guys came over from Charlie company to join us and
drink some free beer.  Even though these guys were from Charlie
Company, they were welcomed.  It was customary for the line dogs
to pretty much take care of one another.

I sat down at the picnic table, got a beer and was listening to
all the tales the boys had to share about their most recent
adventure in the woods down at Ft. A.P. Hill.  The more they
drank the taller the stories became.  Suddenly without warning,
SSG Quincy poured an ice cold beer over my head.  The beer washed
through my hair and soaked my t-shirt and shorts.

"Welcome to EM (Earth Moving) Platoon private!" he bellowed.

Being the new guy on the block, I really didn't know what to say,
but the guys sure did get a charge out of it.  I brushed my hair
back and managed to squeeze the majority of the beer from my hair
and continued to drink.

About two hours later, everyone was thoroughly trashed.  We just
sat there smokin' and jokin'.  The burgers and dogs had long
since been devoured and the coals that fueled the grill had
become cold and turned to a light gray powder.  All of a sudden
Ozzy, a plumber from Charlie Company, jumped to his feet and ran,
to the barracks where he lived across the street.  

I remember the morning I first saw Ozzy.  It was just after life
guard training started.  I was in my room getting dressed when I
happened to notice out the window this cute blond coming down the
street.  I saw it was Tony (everyone called him Ozzy because his
idol was Ozzy Osbourne).  I hollered out the window, "Get a job
ya bum!"  With that he came over to see who was talking to him.  

He came into the building and since my door was open he just
walked in.  I was standing there in nothing but my underwear.

He asked if it was me who was hollering to him.

"Yeah, that was me.  When are you going to get real a job?"  I
asked.

"The Doc says I should stay off my broken ankle as much as
possible.  I'm glad too 'cause the companys' goin' to the field
in about a week and it's too fuckin' hot to be in the field with
a cast."

I turned my back to the doorway where Ozzy stood and bent over to
pick my socks off the floor.  When I stood again and turned, I
caught him looking at my ass.  I knew this boy and I were going
to have fun one of these days.  I just didn't know how soon it
was going to be.

When he reached his barracks he ascended the fire escape ladder
to the second floor balcony and entered the building.  I don't
know why, but I jumped up and ran after him.  I was in close
pursuit all the way up the fire ladder.  Once he reached his
room, he unlocked the door, entered and slammed the door behind
himself.

I hit the door like a run away truck, but the door didn't budge.

"Open up or I'll rip the fucker off the hinges!" I hollered.

"I'm not unlocking the door." he replied.

I began to put my full weight against the door again and again. 
With each crash of my body into the door, I could see that the
wall around the door was weakening.  The door may not have opened
but I was determined to get in some how.  After he realized how
determined I was to enter, he unlocked the door.  I went in,
slammed the door behind me and gave him a push.

He pushed me back.  The next thing I remember, we were engaged in
full wrestling combat.  We wrestled and rolled about for ten or
fifteen minutes then finally I just gave up.  Between the alcohol
and sitting in the sun all day and baking, I was tired and not in
much of a mood for physical activity.

Ozzy had me on my back with my shoulders pinned.

"Say uncle." he demanded.

"No!" 

"Say uncle and you can get up!"

Well...I was enjoying this position and was in no hurry to get
out of it.  After my continued reluctance to utter the word
uncle, I began to resist and tried to get up on my own.  We
wrestled for a few more minutes until even he was exhausted.  He
fell on top of me resting his head on my left shoulder and his
left hand on my right nipple.

"Are you o.k?" he asked.

"Yeah, I guess.  I'm just really beat."

"Well say uncle and I'll let you get up."

"Uncle." I finally said.

With that he began to rub my right nipple with his thumb in a
small, gentle circular motion.  Ozzy propped himself on his palms
and looked me in the eye, slowly leaned forward and kissed me. 
Not showing any kind of resistance he darted his tongue into my
mouth and began to explore my hot, mouth.

I reached up and ran my hands down into his grey sweat pants and
was fondling his round, firm butt.  We laid there on top of each
other sucking on each others tongue, passionately exploring each
others oral cavity.

Ozzy again propped himself and said, "Maybe I should lock the
door." 

"A very good idea." I replied.

As he stood I noticed his massive, young shaft straining the
front seam of his sweat pants.  This boy was definitely hot for
me and I knew this was going to be a night to remember.

Ozzy walked to the door and locked it.  He came over to me,
smiled and extended his hand to help me up from the floor.  Once
on my feet he gently pushed me backwards toward the bed so that
my back rested on the bunk bed frame.  We resumed exploration of
each others' mouths again.  His hands found their way to the snap
on my skin-tight white levis.

Once there he unbuttoned and unzipped my pants.  He reached into
my pants and pulled at the elastic on my underwear so there was
room for his other hand to slip into my pants and grab my cock. 
He found his way to my throbbing cock and removed it from my
pants.  And I did the same to him.  Once his cock was exposed we
began stroking each others' shaft.

Ozzy went to his knees, pressed his lips to my instrument and
swallowed it.  A wave of uncontrollable bliss ripped through
every cell of my being.  From head to toe my body was covered
with goose bumps.  I reached behind me to both sides and steadied
my trembling body against the bed railings.  My balls now hanging
below Ozzy's chin.  They slapped the underside of his chin as I
fucked his face.  Again and again I relentlessly pounded his face
with my tool, penetrating the back of his throat that was now
completely slicked with the juice that was exuding from the slit
in my cock.  He pulled my cock out of his mouth, a thin string of
his spit and my juice stretched between his lips and my cock
until it snapped back into his face.

"I have never tasted such sweet pre-cum in my life.  It tastes
almost as sweet as honey!" he proclaimed.

I placed my hands on the back of his head and pulled his face to
my cock.  Again he opened his mouth and took all of my cock. 

While I fucked his throat, Ozzy pulled my pants to my knees. 
Then to my ankles.  I kicked off my tennis shoes and he finished
removing my pants.  There I stood, naked from the waste down.  I
reached down to my sides, grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my
head and threw it to the other side of the room.  I then reached
down and grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head.  My cock
popped out of his mouth, he frantically grabbed for it and shoved
all of it's mass back into his hot mouth.

After taking my tool as deep as it would go into his throat, he
stood and took his pants down to his knees.  I fell to my knees
and pushed his throbbing flesh pole to the back of my throat.  He
had by far one of the longest cocks that had ever been down my
throat, and that's sayin' a lot. 

I sucked on his cock until his juice began to flow from the end
of his shaft that now stood very erect in front of him.

We finally removed our socks and our remaining clothing.  With
Ozzy on his back, I mounted his sturdy frame and dropped my
throbbing cock into his face while I simultaneously went down on
his engorged piece.  My balls dangling in his face, one on either
side of the bridge of his nose.  Tugging on his balls, I could
feel my saliva had covered his balls.  It had run down the length
of his shaft, over his balls and down the crack of his ass. 
Since his ass was moist I slipped my finger into his slick, pink
hole.  He gave a small grunt as my finger slowly penetrated him.

Ozzy pulled my cock out of his face, reached out and spread my
legs apart so my body fell closer to his.  With my ass now
resting just in front of his face, he put his mouth to my hot
hole and began to run his tongue in a slow, pressing and circular
motion around my sphincter.  Around and around he rubbed his hot,
moist tongue against my asshole while I continued to take his
cock down my throat.

Without warning he darted his tongue deep into my ass hole.  In
and out he slipped his rigid tongue, playing with the one place
inside me that almost made me cum.  Not wanting to cum and end
the pleasure yet, I rolled over and his tongue slipped from my
hole.

Ozzy threw his legs to the air, grabbed his feet and said "Fuck
me!"  I gobbed into the palm of my hand and wet the head of my
cock.  I maneuvered my rock-hard shaft to his hole.  I steadied
myself with my left hand on his right thigh, grabbed my pulsing
cock with my right hand and pressed into his waiting hole.  I
pushed until his hole gave way to my slick, hot cock.  With my
head buried in his hot ass I continued to push until all of my
think shank had slipped into his waiting cavity.  I could tell by
how easily his ass swallowed my engorged cock that he was no
stranger to pleasing another man.

He would flex his tight hole as I pulled my cock almost out of
his ass, then squeeze my cock again as it plunged into him again
and again.  My heavy balls, now hanging very low, were slamming
his ass with an almost rhythmic beat.  Ozzy released his feet and
lowered his legs so that his right leg rested on the bed and his
left foot rested on my right shoulder.

With my hands planted firmly on the floor on either side of his
chest, I continued pounding his ass as he stroked his rock-hard
tool.  He reached up and grabbed my nipple with his left hand and
began tugging on it.

Ozzy began stroking his cock with such speed, his hand looked
like nothing more than an obscure smear of flesh tone.  He raised
his back from the floor slightly, moaned and began shooting his
hot load.  Blast after powerful blast he discharged his sweet,
sticky juice.  With the first powerful blast landing on his chin
and lips with a THWOOOPPP!  Again and again he fired his hot cum
to his chest and belly and with each convulsion of his cock, his
ass would tighten around my pounding shaft even tighter than
before, sending me closer to ecstasy.

I could no longer hold back the urge to fill this young boy with
all of my boyjuice.

I felt my balls pull up to my body as they sent the first pulsing
stream of cum down my long shaft.  Ozzy's body winched as the
first shot of my cum shot against the inner wall of his bowels,
burning as hot molten steel would.

I pulled my cock from his ass and continued pumping it violently
as load after load of hot cum shot over his cock and landed on
his chest and stomach. 

Our spent juices ran from his chest and down both sides of his
rib cage.  After I had discharged my final shot, I rolled him
over on his side, laid behind him, and pressed my still-hard cock
deep into his cum dripping ass.  Breathless now, I could fully
appreciate the physical training I received in Basic and AIT.

Ozzy and I brought each other off many more times that evening. 
We woke the next morning to the CQ pounding on the door.  Telling
him it was almost time for him to go on duty.  We pulled away
from each other, our cum had dried and "glued" us together. 
Throughout the night we had taken each others load at least half
a dozen times.  That was a night I'll never forget.