Date: Fri, 12 Mar 2004 11:12:08 -0800 (PST)
From: chip ster <chipster071053@yahoo.com>
Subject: Swimmer-Coach-11 - Military-Years

Swimmer-Coach - 11
By Larry Laetus (Laetuseros@aol.com)
Edited by Chipster (chipster071053@yahoo.com)

This story contains graphic sexual acts between male teens and male
adults. If you are underage, or if possession of such material or
readership of material that presents sexual relationships between two or
more members of the same sex is not to your liking, or illegal where you
reside, please pass over this story. The story is the property of the
author and may not be distributed without written permission.

Please feel free to contact the author or editor with your thoughts. Both
e-mail addresses are listed above and at the end of the chapter.

These are the continuing story of my life as I lived it. It starts with "My
Journey" archived on Nifty under the camping category. I also wrote a
follow up to that to tell what happened when I returned home from that
experience. That sequel is "Swimmer-Coach" and is archive on Nifty under
the high school category. Then guys started writing to me asking for more
details, and my editor said I should continue, and then I felt well, why
not, as some younger guys might learn from my experiences, so it continues
under both stories. I hope you enjoy them and I hope they give you an idea
of what could be if you are willing to face the devils and beat them at
their own game.



SWIMMER-COACH, THE MILITARY YEARS

I made it through basic training. That last week of combat training was the
worst of it. Traipsing thought the pinewoods and sandy soil of Virginia was
not my idea of combat situations. It was tough work cleaning our weapons
and equipment after each day's exhausting maneuvers, only to have to do it
over the next day. Sgt. Blake was a tyrant, screaming and shouting all day
long. He, too, was exhausted after the long day.

The barracks was silent, just the sound of men working. The soft click of
metal parts against other metal parts, the snicker of a bolt being slid
home in a M1 breach. The smell of alcohol, gun oil, and shoe polish filled
the room. The lights went out at 11 pm, but some of the slower guys worked
on without lights or went into the latrine to finish up. The night was
filled with heavy snoring and soft moans as dreams filled their heads or
sore muscles disturbed their rest. Morning came all too soon, and the
tiring activities continued.

The men quickly dressed and assembled in front of the barracks. The company
officers reviewed the day's activities. Thank God, we didn't have to do
calisthenics these mornings. At dismissal, we all raced to line up at mess
hall and entered to eat a hearty breakfast of scrambled eggs, sausage or
bacon, oats, toast with jam, steaming mugs of coffee laced with sugar and
real cream. Then, back to the barracks to load up our gear and assemble in
front of the orderly room where we were greeted by the sergeants and
officers that would take us through the days maneuvers and training. I was
really pleased that my squad had pulled together and worked as a team
throughout basic training. It got us a lot of small things that made it a
lot easier. When we got combat rations in the field, Sgt. Blake made sure
my guys got extras and were told it was because we worked as a team and it
was a reward for that. We didn't have all the grunge details
either. Several of my guys, with the help of their buddies, won honors and
got day passes to leave the post. None of my guys pulled k-p duty after the
first week. Working as a team, we never messed up and that kept my squad
off kitchen and guard duty.

The big day came at last. Basic training was over and we were making plans
for our graduation ceremony. The guys picked "The Saints Go Marching In" as
our parade song that the post band would play when they led us to the
ceremony.  After the ceremony we all gathered at the company bulletin board
to see what the orders were assigning us to our next post. A lot of the
guys got 15 days leave and then shipped out to Korea. I received orders to
report to Leadership School the following week. I spent the weekend packing
up my gear. I sure hated to fold and stuff my khaki uniforms into the
duffel bag.

Bobby Evers, my bunkmate, and the hillbilly hick from the hills, sat down
beside me. I knew he was feeling sad and a little afraid of the future. My
thoughts went back to the first weekend, when I smelt the strong stale odor
rising from his duffle bag. I remembered introducing Bobby to the washing
and drying machines and how to use them. How I had gone with him to the
showers because he was afraid of being "nekked" in front of all those city
boys. In return for being kind to him, he kept my shoes and boots polished,
and my soiled clothes clean. I finally convinced him that he had to let me
pay him to do my laundry, as he was using his own money to do both of our
clothes.

My thoughts went back to the night I was lifting my ass to the top bunk and
felt his soft finger tips graze my bare thighs. I slid back down and look
at him laying in his bunk, looking sad and lonely.

			* * * * * * * * * * *

"What the fuck did you do? Did I feel your fingers on my thigh? Bobby, what
the fuck do you think your are doing?" I sat down on his bunk and stared at
him. His warm brown eyes started filling with tears. He looked around to
see if any of the other guys had seen what he'd done. His face screwed up
and he started to blubber and sniffle in his embarrassment at being caught.
He softly explained that he'd not gotten off for six weeks and he had been
watching me climb over him every night and getting a good look at my
equipment, and that made him even hornier that normal. He explained that
back home some of his friends and he got together and had a real good time
pleasing each other and wanted to know if I could help him relieve some of
what was building in his groin. He lifted the blanket to expose his really
good-looking cock standing at rigid attention along his firm abdomen, and
leaking a drop of clear liquid.

I sat and stared at his tight muscled stomach, the small dark patch of
pubic hair just above the hard straining monster cock. I watched it throb
and bob against his nicely muscle stomach. I felt my own pecker start to
take notice and fill up.

"Bobby, hold on a moment. Let me go see Sgt. Blake, maybe he can figure out
how we can do this. I'll be right back." I rose and went to Sgt. Blake's
door. I softly knocked and Blake opened the door. He was in his usual
after-hours attire, stark naked, chewing on his unlighted cigar and a
bottle of brew dangling from one hand.

"Hey," he said looking at me standing in my briefs at his door. "Just the
man I have been thinking about, come on in buddy." I quickly entered and
closed the door behind me. He stood there leering in lust at me.

"Sarge, Bobby has a problem and he needs some help that maybe we can give
him." I filled the sergeant in on all the details. He chuckled softly as I
explained what I thought might help us all.

"Naw, Laetus, I don't want to get into that! I'll tell you what, though,
you could use the empty non-com room across the way. It's got a bunk and
mattress you can use and get Evers off, maybe even fuck him good. All I ask
is that you don't shoot your nut snot all over the room and equipment. If
you do, I'll make sure you clean it up with your tongues, understand?"

I nodded that I understood.

"Now get your shit eating grin and stud ass out of here! And happy
fucking!" He chuckled and took a big swallow from his beer bottle. He was
grinning as he chewed on his unlit cigar, rolling side to side in his
mouth. He shut the door behind me as I went back to Bobby to tell him the
news.

The kid was so horny he insisted that we go to the non-com's room right
after lights out. I was a bit horny too, so I agreed we would do it. We sat
side by side on the edge of his bunk and he did most of the talking, mostly
about how his friends got together and had circle jerks. I was mostly
innocent stuff and I wondered what I had gotten myself into. It was 11:00
PM and the lights flickered, then slowly dimmed out. The yard lights from
outside shown through the windows and gave enough light to move around
inside the barracks.

Bobby grabbed my arm and pulled me after him as he quietly made his way to
the non-com room. He opened the door and we slipped inside. Bobby slid his
boxers down his legs and by the light streaming in the window; I went hard
as I viewed his bare ass cheeks. He had a pair of nice smooth rounded ass
cheeks, the kind that had a hollow on the side. I silently took in his
sturdy solid build, nice thighs, and big shoulders capped with nice rounded
deltoids, his biceps were full, his pecs full and square. I could see the
results of all his youthful farm labor and now military training.

He turned to me and slid my boxers down my legs, and Oscar sprang out and
hit his chin. He softly laughed, and said, "Yeah, boy, you are ready for
this, too!" He knelt down, and his left forefinger and thumb circled the
base of my hardon and the other fingers cupped my testicles.  With his
right hand fingers, he skinned my foreskin back, and his tongue sent
shivers up my ass cheeks and spine as he licked the split in my glans.

"Oh, Bobby, that feels so good, but don't you want me to do you first?" My
legs were stiff, I was standing on my toes and my back was arching backward
forcing more of my hard cock into his hot wet mouth. It felt wonderful as
his lips tightened around my shaft and I felt him suck and swirl his tongue
over my swollen glans.

He drew his head back and my cock left his sucking mouth with a plop
sound. He looked up at me. "I sure would appreciate that, you don't mind if
we just suck first cause I truly have a load to send off. An', would yah be
willin' to swallow all ma cum?"

I looked down at this naked angel on his knees, into those brown eyes and
got lost in them. I reached down and pulled him to his feet. My arms went
round his warm solid body in a firm hug, my lips pressed to his mouth and
was met with a wet tongue and open lips. Our tongues pushed against each
other's, we played with the soft smooth bottom and rubbed the rough side
together. We stroked our tongue tips across smooth ivory teeth and pressed
up against the pallet and swirled some more. Both our trapped hard members
were lubing our stomachs as they pressed and rubbed together. This kid was
hot and needed to cum real bad.

"If that's what you want, I think I can do that for you," I said as I
lowered to my knees, my hand pulling the bunk mattress to the floor next to
us. He spread his legs and fondled his hard man's meat, skinning it back
and exposing his large glans head to my waiting lips. My hands grasp the
backs of his sturdy thighs and my head bent closer to his crotch. I smelled
the warm musk raise from his hanging nut sack. I nuzzled his ball sack with
my nose and inhaled his scent. I flicked my tongue up and down his full
stalk. I licked round its glans corona and heard him groan in delight. I
licked and played, thoroughly enjoying the feel of his soft cock skin and
the firmness underneath it.

I was cupping his ass cheeks now, and squeezing them as I fully enveloped
his cock with my mouth, right down to his pubic hair. I had deep throated
him in one fell swoop. I held myself there, with his cock head back behind
my tonsils and I swallowed hard. He groaned and his cock pulsed. I pulled
back and went down again slowly. I sunk down on that beautiful piece of
flesh and pulled back. I increased the tempo and his hands were soon on
each side of my head directing the movements. That soon turned into him
holding my face stationary as his hips bucked and he gave me a fast face
fucking. I felt his cock head swell, his shaft expanded and he filled the
space around his cock with his spunk.

I was sucking, gagging, and trying to swallow it all. I pushed his hands
off my head and pulled back so that he filled my mouth with his warm creamy
load. The two or three tablespoons of sperm mixed and dissolved into my
saliva. I let it slip down my throat and into my gullet. I felt his body
relax and he just stood there as I licked his still hard cock clean of all
his sweet jizm. My buddies back home had delivered some nice loads into my
available mouth cavity, but Bobby's had to be the most volume I'd taken to
date.

I rose and stood hugging him to me. My open mouth met his and his tongue
entered and licked the inside of my cheeks. He withdrew and said, "Yep,
that's me alright!" He giggled and smiled. We just looked at each others
grinning face for awhile.

I knew he was still hard and wanting. "Say soldier boy, what say we lay
down on this mattress and see what we can come up with."  I watched as he
laid on his back and his arms reached up for me. I straddle his hips and
then squatted facing him so that my ass cheeks formed a pocket for his
standing rod of pleasure. My knees were up near his sweating armpits and
gripping his chest.

I bent forward onto his chest, my thighs and knees pointed outward. I
looked down on his face, covered with a sexy smile that I had never seen on
him before. He looked up and studied my face and body position.

"You all goin' to let me corn hole you now?" he asked as his face lit up in
a big toothy smile. Dimples appeared in his cheeks, and the tip of his pink
tongue ran from side to side over his swollen lips.

"If you mean I'm willing for you to put that big cock of yours up into my
nether regions, you got that one right!' I raised and lowered my butt
against his raging hardon. Reaching back, I grasp him and pointed the head
at my ass hole, rubbed the glans over it and made my pussy lips caress his
cock head. He hummed his pleasure, and I moved my hips back and he entered
my anus, spreading it as he moved inward.

I was humping up and down, getting all the pleasure I could. We shifted
positions frequently and we wound up with me on my back and him plunging my
ass with real attitude. His huge hands held my ankles up high near my
head. His hips were jarring me as he pounded into me hard. My prostate was
being hit on every second or third thrust and I could feel my body getting
ready to share one glorious orgasm. He dropped between my spread legs and
came down with his hands under my armpits, his heavy breathing mouth near
my right ear. My knees gripped his body and I wrapped my feet and ankles
over his hips and we came together in one explosive thrust of passion. I
pushed upward, he down and I felt my cream spurt out the slit of my cock
and spray upward. He was making small hard thrust rapidly into my anus and
then he fell onto my cum slick chest. His arms slid under my shoulders and
his hands gripped the back of my head as his mouth planted a firm lip lock
with his tongue thrusting down into my throat. I gagged and swallowed on
his tongue. We laid there for a while as our breathing returned to normal
and the throbbing in our heads slowed.

He pressed up off my body, the cum stretched in strands between our two
forms and then broke. He sat next to me on the mattress, his knees pulled
up to his chin and his arms wrapped around them. His entire genital area
was exposed, and my fingers softly, gently caressed his tight nut sack and
played with his cum wet foreskin. He didn't say anything, but looked to be
in deep thought.

"What are you thinking, Bobby?"

His warm brown eyes were on me and he softly spoke, "You are so damn nice
to me, a dumb country yokel, a hick. You didn't have to let me fuck you. I
know that! You've taught me so much. You've been so patient with me. It's
fucking wonderful to know you and to share this with you."

"Bobby, before you get carried away, I wanted to do it, too! I was just as
horny as you were, and are. Hey, let's go into the shower and I'll soap you
up and scrub you down."

"Yeah, that would be real nice, all that hot water and your soapy hands all
over my body and mine all over yours." We grabbed our toilet kits and
towels and made our way through the darkened barracks headed for the
latrine and the showers. We did the showering thing, dried off and went
back to our bunks and crawled between the covers. It was one of the best
night's sleep I'd had since I started basic training.

				* * * * * * * *

The next morning I awoke late. No Sgt. Blake screaming, "Let go your cocks
and grab your socks and get ready to face the day," and his swagger stick
hitting the metal bunk rails. I came awake to the fact that Basic training
was finally over. Weird, but it was nice to just lie there on this Saturday
morning and watch all the action around me. Some of the guys were up and
finishing packing up their duffel bags and getting ready to assemble for
the bus ride to the train depot, or to catch buses heading home.

I slipped out of my covers and stood by my bunk. Bobby came back from the
showers, with just a skimpy towel over his shoulder, and buck-naked
otherwise. He was grinning with his impish smile. My, I thought, this boy
has really matured into a real stud. He stood before the mirror and comb
his short hair. I watched as he moved that firm ass of his bobbing and
weaving so he could check all sides of his hair. I started to laugh.

"What cha laughing for buddy?" He turned to give me his best view, and held
his hands out to his sides, his knees slightly bent. Boy, I wished we were
in a hotel room and I could give this kid the treatment he was asking for.

"Oh, I was just thinking back when we first met each other at the start of
basic training. You were so self conscience about being 'nekked' in front
of the guys, how I had to shower with you for protection, and show you
around so you knew what things were." I slipped my boxers down, and reached
for my toilet kit and towel.

"Yes, and I really thank you for doing all that for me. I am no longer a
local yokel, farm hick, but a full-blooded stud ready for the world. I owe
you a lot, Larry." He had walked closer to me and placed a warm hand on my
shoulder, and with his lips blew a silent kiss. I felt my cock filling. I
smiled and turned away.

When I returned from showering and shaving, Bobby had gone. On my bunk was
a slip of paper with his name, address of his home, and a phone number of
the local store. I never saw him again. I did write, and apparently his
folks or the local postman forward my letters to him and I did write to him
in Korea.  Then the letters stopped and I still wonder if he was a casualty
of a misguided conflict, or that he made it back to the states and is
farming someplace in Kentucky. He was a wonderful individual and I was
better for having known his down home country charm and witty homespun
grace.

I finished up packing, rolled up my mattress on the bunk. I even checked
out the squad room, making sure it was all in order. I didn't have to do
it, but it was just the thing I had to do. I guess that is what made me a
leader, that extra effort for perfection. I hoisted the duffel bag to my
shoulder and left the barracks to meet Sgt. Blake coming down the walk.

"Hey Soldier, where you headed to?" He grinned at me and extended his hand
toward me. I reached for it and he firmly gripped my hand in his. "You'll
make a fine soldier and I know you'll be outstanding as cadre. Just
remember what I taught you, be tough and bring those commands up from the
balls! Got it?" He let go my hand, I stepped back and gave him my best hand
salute.

"Thanks Sarge, thanks for it all. Can I meet with you for an occasional
beer and...." my voice drifted off as I studied his lined face. He broke
out in a grin, something he didn't do very often.

"Sure, I'd like that! Anytime you want and I'm available. Count on it!" and
he walked off to enter the barracks, giving me one last look and he
disappeared inside.

Corporal Flowers, the company clerk spotted me coming down the
walkway. "Hey, need a lift? I'm going your way. Load your duffel in the
jeep." This was totally unexpected as he never gave me the time of day. Nor
did I know he knew I was headed for the Leadership barracks down the way. I
became mentally alert and cautious as I got into the Jeep.

He just started in talking and bullshitting me about the company that I was
reporting to and giving me all kinds of advice. I listened and made brief
acknowledgements and we were soon stopped in front of the new company that
I'd been assigned to for Leadership Training. I thanked him for the lift
and told him I'd see him around. He said that I surely would and then drove
off.

I opened the door and set down my duffel inside the orderly room. I pulled
out my orders and gave them to the company clerk. He looked them over,
smiled at me and gave me the information on pulling out supplies and my
barrack assignment, and what time mess was, and asked if I had any
questions.

"Not right now, but I am sure I will have a lot of questions soon!" He
grinned and nodded his head. He stamped something on my orders and handed
them back to me.

"Go through that door and you'll be in the company supply room. Private
Smith will issue you bedding and anything else you'll need while stationed
here. See you at mess!" With that, I lifted my duffel and walked through
the door.

Several other new guys were standing at a counter as Smith placed mattress
cover, sheets, pillow, pillow case and wool blanket on the counter in neat
stacks. On top of each stack he placed a requisition slip for us to sign.

"Okay soldiers, sign the white copy and keep the pink one for your
records. When you leave the company, bring it and your bedding back here
when you check out. Any questions? None, okay sign and get the fuck out a
here."

I signed my forms, slid the bundle of bedding under my arm and went to find
my barrack assignment. I was met at the door by a nice-looking guy dressed
in fatigues, all starched and neat. He introduced himself as the barrack
orderly, like a security guard. He told me that I was the first to report
so could choose any bunk I wanted, and mentioned that there was a non-com
room empty on the second floor. That's what I headed for.

At the head of the stairs there was two rooms. One was a larger room with
eight bunks in it and had occupants. The second had a bunk bed and two foot
lockers. Two walls had windows, the third wall had the bunk bed, and the
fourth was the entry. I place my bedding on the top bunk and set about
making it up. I had slept on the top bunk at home and just naturally
gravitated to the top bunk whenever it presented itself.

I was pulling my uniforms out of the duffel bag, when I heard someone
behind me. "Hey, Larry, how's it hanging, man?"  I turned to see Aston who,
like me, had been a squad leader in basic training. Now Aston and I had
engage in some fierce competition between squads. I was happy to see him.

"Hi, guy, it's hanging good! You got a place to bunk yet? I didn't know you
were up for leadership training, come on in and sit your ass on a
footlocker and talk to me!" I shook out my fatigues and put them on
hangers. Aston set down his duffel and asked if anyone else was rooming
with me.

"No, it's available if you want it." I pulled another rolled up uniform out
of my duffel and shook it out and placed it on a hanger.

"Okay, man, I like the bottom bunk, not as far to fall!" he joked and
chuckled at his own remark. He threw his bedding onto the mattress and sat
on the footlocker under the window. He slid on the mattress cover and made
up the bunk. It was starting to feel like home, you know like it was the
place we owned.

The barrack orderly stood by the door. "See you have a roomie. Neat! Let me
tell you a few things as you guys get settled in." He filled us in on the
time of formations, the place of our first classes, when meals were served,
what the uniform was that we would wear to daily classes. He was a
storehouse of knowledge. He finished telling us that since this was the
weekend, we were on our own till Monday morning.

Aston and I spent the weekend getting to know one another. We went to the
PX (Post Exchange) to pick up some toiletries and sit around with some of
the other guys, swilling down a few brews and bull shitting each
other. Aston finally got bored and nodded his head at me and I knew he
wanted to go. We said our goodbyes and went back to the barracks.

"Well, I guess its time for some shut eyes, you up for a shower?" asked
Aston as he took off his fatigue shirt, sat down on a footlocker and
unlaced his combat boots. I observed him as I too, started to remove my
fatigues. I felt he was looking at me also, you know like guys do, checking
out what the other guy has and making mental comparisons. Aston removed his
t-shirt and then slid his skivvies to the floor and threw them on his
bunk. He leisurely freed up his ball sack with his hand and stood watching
me.

As I undressed, he asked, "You feel uncomfortable being naked in front of
another guy?"

"No, Aston, it doesn't bother me, I've done it a lot in my life, in Scouts,
in school, on the swim team, and with a lot of my friends. In fact, I
prefer to go bare-ass naked a lot!"

"Hey, that's great. I feel the same way, hell, God created us all the same
way, nothing to be uncomfortable about." He pick up his toilet kit and
threw his towel over his shoulder and waited for me to get mine. We both
walked down the stairs and into the shower that way. I start to really warm
up to Aston and I wondered if he and I would be doing more that the usual
stuff, together. I sure liked what I saw, and he had scoped me out as well.

Aston didn't have a bulky build. He was just well put together. I admired
(really lusted) his physique. His muscles moved smoothly and he was well
coordinated. He was about five feet ten inches tall, weighted about 175
pounds. He had that unusual combination of dark brown hair, and brilliant
blue eyes. His nose was straight, and his eyes nicely spaced. His full lips
made me think about them a lot. His squared head was set on a large
muscular neck that flowed into his shoulders. His deltoids formed caps that
formed a point as it went into his large biceps. His trunk was straight,
and he did not have that nice "v" shape. He had a light dusting of chestnut
hair spread across his pecs and it flowed to the center and down to his
navel, where it grew lush over his cock and balls.

It was obvious that he trimmed his pubic hair and shaved his cock and
balls. Since I did the same, from my swimming days, I asked him about
it. His answer was vague and that got me even more interested in this
guy. He turned his backside to me as he bent down to wash his calves and
ankles. I choked a little as his firm ass cheeks spread and I got a quick
peek at his hairless pucker. "Here, Aston, let me wash your back for you."

He stood up and turned to look at me. His hand extended his washcloth and
bar of soap to me. "Hey, that would be great, thanks!" He turned and raised
his hands shoulder high and leaned on the metal shower stall wall. His legs
were spread shoulder width and he stood waiting.  I soaped up the cloth,
and proceeded to scrub on his shoulders and worked my way down to his firm
rounded ass cheeks. I swiped the cloth over them and then taking a chance
on our friendship, I pushed into his ass crack and cleaned that out and
under to his balls up front. He didn't move and I thought I heard him
mumble something. I moved up closer to his back, and place my semi hard
cock in his ass crack as I reached round with both hands to wash with my
right hand, his chest with the washcloth, as my other tantalized is left
nipple. His head turned and he thanked me and told me it was my turn to get
a back scrub.

Well, a vision of Ken and I showering in that mountain cabin at Rayado came
back to me as Aston proceeded to scrub my body down. He finished as I had,
with his chest tight against my back and his semi rigid pecker firmly
pushing my ass crack. He released me from that warm hug and chuckled, "We
have to do this more often!" He then backed off and stood under the
spraying showerhead.

>From that moment on, he acted like nothing had happened...that what he'd
done was just a natural and common thing two guys did together in the
shower. He finished rinsing off his body and stepped out to towel himself
dry. I soaped up my crotch and fondled my cock and balls while facing him
and then rinsed off the suds. He looked with interest, but didn't say
anything. I thought he might be waiting for me to get hard and jerk myself
off.

He stepped to the sink and proceeded to shave his beard. It was a habit we
all developed. Shaving at night saved us valuable time in the morning, when
most guys stood in line to shave and shower.

I followed Aston up the stairs and into our room. As he was hanging his
damp towel over the foot of his bunk, he turned to me and said, "You know,
we ought to go into town together on our next weekend pass and share a
hotel room together. We could bum around together and see the sights."

"Hey, I'd like to do that. We could go into Richmond and stay at the old
'Richmond Hotel" and experience that famous Southern hospitality." I
watched closely as he turned his back to me, bent down to turn back his
blanket and slip into his bunk. Oh, how I was going to enjoy that firm ass
of his. He pulled the blanket and sheet over his chest and waited for me to
climb up onto the bunk. I walked over and turned off the light and shut the
door to our room. I stepped onto his bunk rail and lifted myself up onto
the upper bunk and slipped between the sheets.

"You got a nice cock, Larry! G'night!" I felt the bunk move as he settled
down.

"Ah, thanks Aston, see you in the morning" and I lay there wondering what
he was all about. I hadn't heard or seen anything that would make me think
he enjoyed having sex with another guy, but tonight sure gave the
indications that he wouldn't turn down any offer I might make and that
weekend in a hotel room sounded really nice.

We attended classes and had a lot of assignments the next week. Aston and I
saw each other at night, but during the day were separated to work with
different groups of basics. I felt like I was just a hound dog whose job it
was to harass and nip at the heels of those young basic soldiers who lagged
behind in formations. I did enjoy showing the basic trainees how to break
down, clean, and put together their rifles. It was fun getting them in the
proper position on the firing range. It gave me the opportunity to grasp
and fondle them in the guise of getting them in the proper position.

It wasn't all fun though, it was like going through basic all over again as
the platoon sergeants used us as examples of how to do it. So when we were
told we would have a weekend pass, I was elated and raced to the barracks
to see if Aston was getting a pass as well. I entered our room. It was
empty. I noticed a crumpled up handkerchief on my footlocker. I walked
over, picked it up. It was damp, so I brought it toward my face and inhaled
the distinct smell of cum. Had Aston left me a message? Was it Aston or
some one else that had left it? I decided to wait and see. I put the
handkerchief back where I had found it, left the room and looked for Aston.

I found him in the latrine. He had just finished showering. I eagerly asked
if he had also been given a weekend pass. He had and I brought up the offer
of sharing a hotel room in town. He was up for it and we began discussing
what things we'd like to do while in Richmond.

We took the bus from Fort Lee into the city of Richmond on Friday right
after dinner. We made our way to the hotel, were lucky that we were able of
get a room, went up and left our bag in the room and then back down to walk
around town. The girls were out and tried to get Aston and I to spend some
time and money on them. Aston rebuffed them and said he wasn't interested
in any high priced pussy. I mentally filed that away.

"What's the matter Aston, you don't like girls?" I asked innocently.

"Nah, it isn't that, it's that you spend all that money and they just tease
you till all your cash is gone, then get the pimp to toss you out on your
ass. I get tired of using my hand to get my hardon soft afterward." He
walked on and looked in some store windows.

"Yes, I know what you mean, all that work and no satisfaction! Say, why
don't we take in a movie or maybe a burlesque show?"  I grabbed his arm and
turned him to look at me.

"Hey, there is a good movie I'd like to see.  Doris Day stars in it,
something about Calamity Jane. Yeah, let's do it." We walked to the
theatre, and found that we had free admission, since we were in uniform. We
both bought a huge bag of freshly popped corn and a couple of candy bars,
entered the theatre and sat down midway in the center seats. It was a good
movie and afterward, we went right back to the hotel.

"Larry, you want first dibs on the shower?" Aston was undressing and
hanging his uniform up. He stood there in his boxers looking at me.

"No, you go ahead, I'll shower after you. I went to the radio and found
some nice music station and started undressing. I felt the bed; it was a
double, soft, yet comfortable. I looked up as Aston came out of the
bathroom, drying his hair with the towel.

"Okay, Larry, its all yours. That shower ring is something else, but the
water is really hot and feels good." He plopped his naked body on the bed
and laid fully exposed, his arms tucked behind his head.

I entered the bathroom. It was steamy and had an old fashion iron tub with
a round curtain ring for the shower. Once in the tub, I pulled the curtain
around and proceeded to take a nice hot relaxing shower.  I started
thinking of Aston, lying naked on the bed, and my cock started raising,
filling to its full potential. I soaped it up and jerked it off till my
pent up load of cum shot out the tip and onto the canvas shower curtain. It
felt so damn good to finally shoot a load. I soaped up once more, rinsed
and stepped out of the tub and grabbed my towel. I walked into the room,
there was Aston lying on his back, his hand wrapped around his nice
inflated cock, stroking madly up and down.

"Shit man, why didn't you do that in the shower?" I grinned as I walked
over to the bed and looked down at him. He smiled and looked up through
slit eyelids.

"It's been 24 hours since I last got off, you going to help me?" He hadn't
stopped stroking as he talked. I slipped my hand around his and he slipped
his off and let me take over stroking him. This was the first time I had
seen Aston with a hardon. I hadn't even seen him with a morning woodie,
that piss-filled hardon we all get.

He felt good in my hand. It was comparable to my own cock, which now felt
his fingers stroking it. Like me, he had a foreskin which I moved up and
down over his swollen glans. He had some pre cum leak down around my hand
and I used it to lubricate his shaft and he was now softly moaning his
pleasure. I felt him tense, his shaft swelled and his testicles had pulled
up close and tight against the base of his cock. I watched as the first
spurt of jism shot out of his piss slit. It went up as far as his navel, I
gripped tighter and the next shot went up over his pecs and shoulder. He
was twisting and shouting out his pleasure as his next shot hit his face,
then the rest poured out over my fingers. His arched body collapsed back
down on the bed and he was breathing heavily.

"Damn, that felt good! Thanks, buddy, I really needed that!" He was still
breathing in gasps and occasionally shuddered. I crawled over him,
deliberately letting my cock drag over his cum splashed body. I flopped
down next to him on my back and fondled my cock and balls.

He turned and rose to the challenge, grasping my rising cock and jerking
the skin up and down. Then he rose further and while holding my cock in
hand, licked the tip of my cock and forced his tongue down into the
foreskin. My body stiffened as I felt his rough tongue swirl round my
swollen sensitive glans.

He stopped and looked up at me, "You don't know how much I looked forward
to this!" He licked my cock and balls some more.

I groaned and was able to say, "Really?"

"Yeah. At first I wasn't sure you were into this, but then in the shower
that first night and you walking around bare ass naked with me...well, I
started to get the idea you might enjoy it as much as I do. The clincher
was when you didn't mention that cum filled handkerchief I left for you to
find." And then he formed his puffy lips around the tip and slid my cock
into his warm wet saliva filled mouth. I felt him suck hard, then his rough
tongue rubbed my piss slit and the corona of my glans. I stiffened and
arched my back up off the bed. He rose with me, eased off the sucking and
then back down as I relaxed.

He kept bringing me up to the brink, then stopped the stimulation and let
me ease down and relax. After the fourth time I was pleading for him to get
me off, let me cream in his warm wet mouth. He laughed and started to tease
once more, and this time I went over with a big orgasm. I filled his mouth
with my hot white spoonge, and collapsed onto the mattress. He laid on his
side next to me supported on one elbow, his head on his hand.

"You want to sleep some now? I'd like to cuddle up against you, if that's
okay. I miss that when I have to sleep by myself in the barracks. I miss
having a place to stick my penis that's nice and cozy."

I turned on my side, facing away from him and he moved to press his warm
body to my naked back. I felt his flaccid pecker seek out my ass crack and
his arm slid over my side to grip my chest and pull my body tight into
his. I felt his warm, soft breath on my shoulder and I relaxed and slipped
into a light slumber.

There are a lot more things Aston and I did that weekend. He was quite
talented when it came to man-sex and I learned a few new things from him,
but that will be saved for the next episode. You will want to read about my
overseas assignment, my brief leave time at home before going cross the
country to Camp Stoneman in California.


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Larry Laetus (Laetuseros@aol.com)
Edited by Chipster (chipster071053@yahoo.com)