Date: Fri, 17 Feb 2017 12:47:25 +0000 (UTC)
From: Roland Deschain <rdr1235813@yahoo.com>
Subject: Army Life Part 4: Back to School

Army Life Part 4: Back to School
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All the usual disclaimers apply here. If you are under the age of 18, or
reading materials that cover consensual gay sex are illegal where you are,
please do not read any further.

The following stories are a blend of reality and fantasy. I am an actual
Army officer who has been around hot guys all my life. So indulge me while
I take a few liberties with where I had hoped a few situations might have
gone.

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The year in Iraq was tough. It was early in the war, and we were making
mistakes that would see me heading back there a few times to help clean it
up. Anyways, after we came back to the U.S., I only spent a few months
before I left to go back to Fort Knox for the Captains Career Course. It
was a whirlwind that didn't give me the chance to get any action. So I
showed up at Fort Knox with my sex drive in marked contrast to the freezing
winter.

I got settled into a small townhouse and bought new furniture and a TV. I
started up at a gym on post to work on getting back in shape. I ran into a
few friends that I hadn't seen in years, and that were going to school
there already or getting ready to start. There were also a few new faces in
there.

While on the treadmill one day I noticed a guy on the weights in front of
me. He was about 5'10, and looked to be around 180. It looked like he had
maybe gained a few extra pounds over the years, but from the effort I saw
in the gym, he was trying to lose them. And I think I was receiving a few
benefits of his workout as well. It was quite the challenge to avoid
staring at him. I was planning on only running a couple of miles but since
mystery guy was right there, I decided to keep going and enjoy the show.

He was alternating between squats and overhead presses, facing away from me
towards the mirror to watch his technique. This meant that I got to see his
ass pop with each repetition, and it was an incredible sight. Just the
right balance between firmness and jiggly that I rate high in my list of
desired qualities.

As I neared mile #4, I could feel my legs starting to ache, and the sweat
was pouring off my head. Mystery guy looked like he was tiring out as
well. I thought that I was a good run while it lasted, so started my
cool-down. When the treadmill finally stopped I made my way over to the
mats to stretch. Mystery guy walked over there to stretch as well, and
settled down a few feet from me. We stretched in silence, and I then moved
to the locker room to shower and change.

The showers in the gym were open, with nozzles on opposite walls. I hung up
my towel and took a position under one of the shower heads. It wasn't too
crowded in there, but mystery guy came in a minute or so behind me and took
the spot next to me. Guy-code being what it was, it seemed unusual that he
took a spot right next to me rather than one of the more open spots, but I
did like the opportunity to check him out in more detail. He had short
brown hair, and had a light dusting of hair over the rest of his body,
concentrated on his chest, arms, and legs. His ass looked simply amazing,
and I filed away that image for JO material later. I could tell he was
carrying a bit extra weight around the midsection, but from the rest of his
body, I could tell it was a recent addition and he was looking to tone up.

His dick, however, was a work of art. It was about 5 inches soft, uncut,
with big, low-hanging balls. Seeing it swing in the showers was starting to
cause me to chub up, so I turned the water temp down and closed my eyes. I
finished up and walked back to change. I didn't see mystery guy in the
lockerroom, so I got dressed quickly and headed to breakfast.

The first day of classes, we assembled in an auditorium and received the
requisite 30 or 40 briefings that start any Army course. I recognized many
of my fellow students, either from the Academy or the Basic Course. It was
a mini-reunion, and it was good to catch up with so many of them. After the
inbriefing, we broke down into our small groups and headed to the
classroom. We settled down into our seats and awaited our instructor.

To my surprise, mystery guy walked in and stood at the front of the
class. "Good morning, guys. My name is Captain Keith Petty, and I will be
your primary instructor for the first half of the course." He launched into
a quick biography of himself, how he was a post-command captain, and due to
pin on major in a few months. While we were all captains in there, we were
not peers. His experience and seniority put him in a category above
us. Additionally, I noticed that he was wearing a wedding ring, a detail I
had failed to pick up on while in the gym. CPT Petty looked pretty damn
good in uniform, so I knew that this was going to be a tough couple of
months.

That was an understatement. That first encounter with him played out many
more times over in the gym in the next few months. We had the same workout
schedules, and it was usually followed-up by shower time. I noticed that he
was losing the weight around his waist, and I was toning up as well. There
was this strange vibe between us in the gym, like we were both
unconsciously pushing each other to our respective limits. It was stranger
that we barely acknowledged each other in the gym, even though we spent all
that time together.

In the classroom, he was all business. I respected his insight and advice,
and he apparently appreciated my contributions. I received good marks and
even took up a leadership role in the class during several exercises. He
turned into a good mentor, but it was all professional. I learned few
details about his personal life, and thought it was best if I didn't press
him on it.

Halfway through the course, we changed instructors, and CPT Petty went to
teach another small group. We continued to see each other in the gym, but
even our professional discussions seemed to taper off. He was a good guy,
and obviously on a fast-track career-wise.

After a particularly brutal workout one day, I broke from my routine and
decided to sit in the sauna for a few minutes. I was the only one in there,
and was glad to have the heat relax my muscles before heading to class. The
door cracked open and CPT Petty walked in. He removed the towel around his
waist and laid it on a bench directly across from me. Like the showerhead
on the first day, I thought this was a little off, since there was plenty
of room elsewhere in the sauna. I lazily stared at his ass as he got his
towel situated, and then sat down on it.

CPT Petty leaned back against the bench and closed his eyes. His soft cock
was resting against his left thigh, and the combination of that, his
sweat-covered chest, and the heat were pushing me into a foggy delirium. I
opened my towel and copied his stance, letting my own plumped up cock
out. While his eyes were still closed, I saw his thumb lightly start to
trace up and down his cock. The change was hard to notice at first, but I
could start to see it was growing in size.

I could hardly believe that this was happening, but decided to take the
risk and see where this would head. I ran my own hand over my sweat-coated
cock and got the juices flowing. I wasn't aiming for a full-on boner, but
managed to get it just shy. Meanwhile, his cock had grown to almost seven
inches, still not fully hard, but an impressive sight. I could tell that he
was thick, and there was probably another inch worth of growth that he
could manage. The skin clung tightly to the shaft, and I could just barely
manage to see the head poking through the sheath.

I started to think about what this all meant. Consumed with lust as I was,
I had a moment of clarity about where this could possibly head. He was
married, an instructor at the school, and about to pin on major. The
thought made my stomach churn, my cock shrink, and led me to quickly wrap
up and leave the sauna. I took a cold shower and dressed, not seeing CPT
Petty for the rest of the day.

Several more days passed, during which I was jerking off about three times
a day. The encounter with CPT Petty in the sauna had left me sexually wound
up, the combination of lust, forbidden fruit, and the sex-drive of a young
man in his 20's who had not been laid in over a year. My head swam with the
possibilities, with conflicting feelings pulling me in different
directions.

I actively avoided CPT Petty when I could. I even went to a different gym
on post, but that only worked for a little while. After class one day, I
was on the rower when I looked up and saw that tight ass doing squats right
in front of me. I was determined to finish the workout, but with those
glutes flexing in front of me it was starting to drive me crazy. I stopped
after a few minutes and decided to hit the showers. What game was he
playing?

My full bladder reminded me to make a pit stop at the urinals and I saddled
up to one to relieve myself. Not five seconds in did CPT Petty pull up next
to me and pull out his cock. I avoided looking directly at him, but could
tell that he was stroking while he pissed. The proximity to him, scent of
his sweat, and heat post-workout were really getting to me. I could feel my
inhibitions starting to crumble, overcome by lust for this hot fellow
officer. I finished up, washed my hands and headed to the showers.

Apparently, a unit had just finished doing a PT event, because there was a
line at the showers. While the thought of ogling a bunch of young naked
soldiers appealed to me, I didn't want to hang around next to CPT
Petty. Too late.

"That's quite a line," I heard him say from behind me. He was close, almost
whispering in my ear. "You know, I only live about five minutes away. Want
to use my shower?"

I should tell him no. I should grab my back, get in my car, and drive back
to my place. I don't have to go back to class, so I didn't even need to
shower at the gym. I could do it at my place. Besides, this guy is married
and an instructor at the school. There is no way in hell that I should even
been thinking about this. But I remained frozen in place.

I could feel his breath against the back of my neck, the hairs there
standing on end. I could feel the last of my resistance give away. I turned
to face him.

"Okay," I managed weakly, giving in to the urges churning inside me. I
grabbed my bag and followed him out of the gym. I tailed him into the base
housing area, pulling just down the street so as not to raise suspicion. My
mind was still screaming at me to stop, but I just kept walking to his
front door. His was the only car in the driveway, so I assumed that his
wife was not at home. The door was cracked open, so I walked in and locked
it behind me.

CPT Petty was standing in the kitchen. "Want a beer?" he asked.

"Sure," I replied, not certain what else to say.

CPT Petty pulled two bottles out of the fridge, twisted off the tops and
handed it to me. The cool liquid felt good next to my raging hormones.

"I'll be right back," he said, disappearing down the hallway and leaving me
alone. I walked around the living room, looking at the pictures on the
wall. Typical married couple. She was attractive enough, and they looked
happy. What the hell am I doing here? I felt the urge to throw up, run out
the door. Something, anything, rather than wait for what I knew was coming
next.

CPT Petty walked back in. He had taken off his shoes and shirt, and was
standing there in only his shorts. He put his hands on his hips and cocked
a slight grin.

"How about that shower?"

I set my half-finished beer down on the counter and started to walk towards
the hallway he had emerged from. When I was right next to him, though, I
stopped, and looked at him. He seemed to be holding his breath. I decided
to go all in.  I surprised myself with the ferocity that I attacked him,
wrapping one arm around his waist and grabbing his arm with my hand as I
crushed my lips into his. It only took a moment before he was kissing me
back with equal force. Tension, lust, frustration. They all took physical
form in that instant as I unleashed myself on him. My hands explored the
body I had seen for the last several months but dared not touch. Our
tongues dueled for dominance as a stream of saliva leaked from our
connected mouths.

I grabbed his ass and pulled him tight into me. Our hard cocks mashed into
each other. I kicked off my shoes and socks while my hands continued to
feel the man kissing me.  The gym had done him well. He had lost most of
the excess weight I saw during that first encounter, and the muscles
underneath were toning up.

CPT Petty used a hand to push down his shorts, and I took the opportunity
to shed the last of my clothes. We came back together, dicks stabbing, bare
skin pressed to bare skin. I was on autopilot, pushing the rational part of
my brain into the deepest recesses of my thoughts, allowing the instinctual
animalistic side dominate. Breaking the kiss, I looked down the hallway. He
followed my eyes and caught my drift, leading me to his bedroom.

I climbed onto the king-size bed, turning and laying on my back. CPT Petty
followed me, dick bobbing, and grabbed onto my hard cock. He made a few
tugs on it before he started to lick the leaking head. He made eye contact
with me as he took me into his mouth, easing down my shaft. Tentatively at
first, he progressively took more and more of my dick down his throat until
his face was against my groin.

This was not his first time sucking a cock.

And he was good. I could feel the throat muscles working on my head, his
tongue swirling around the tip, his hand gently tugging at my balls. I
maneuvered around where I could jerk on his cock, the tight foreskin
sliding over his cock. I would play with his ass, squeezing and slapping
the taunt, milky white cheeks. This seemed to really get him going, and I
made a guess that I had a bottom on my hands.

I continued to pivot underneath him until his dick was right over my
head. I ran my tongue over the head and shaft, and sucked on his large
balls some, but the real prize was just above that. Bringing his ass down,
I saw the light dusting of hair around his pink hole. Moistening my thumb,
I started to massage his pucker.

CPT Petty moaned around my dick and gyrated his ass in tempo with my
thumb. Grabbing his hips, I pulled his ass to my face. He sat up, mashing
his ass down on me as I started my own assault on his hole. My tongue
lapped at the edges of his ass, teasing it while my thumbs stretched it. I
penetrated the ring, taking in the delicious flavor. I alternated between
lapping the edges and trying to shove as much of my tongue in there as
possible. When I thought he was wet enough, I started to work a finger in
there. Damn he was tight!

He ground back on my invading digit, not missing a beat while also sucking
on my cock.

This was not the first time he'd had his ass eaten.

I was done with the preliminaries. I pushed him off me.

"Get on all fours," I commanded, suddenly the one in charge. He looked at
me with a mix of crazed lust and excitement. He reached over to the bed
stand and pulled out a condom and a bottle of lubricant. He mounts the bed
and assumes the position, starting to spread lube in his hole while I slip
on a condom and slick up.

The sight before me almost made me cum. Here was my sexy instructor, bent
over with his toned ass in the air, and his chest pressed into the bed. His
pink pucker twitched in anticipation, while he worked the last of the lube
into and around his hole. I climbed back onto the bed and scooted behind
him. With one hand on his ass and one hand on my overcharged cock, I was
ready to take him.

His breathing increased in tempo in expectation of what he was going to
receive. I lined up with his ass and teased my head around his hole. CPT
Petty moaned and pushed back against me. I slowly eased my dick into his
hole. I could feel CPT Petty tense up as I stretched through his ring. I
then felt him relax and the first few inches slid right into him.

This was not the first time that he had bottomed.

With small thrusts, I worked more and more of my cock into him, until I
bottomed out, and could feel my balls against his perineum. Staying in
place for a moment, I gyrated my hips, earning a deep moan from him in the
process. His ass moved with my cock, and I could feel the heat deep inside
him. One of his hands grasped the sheets, the knuckles white with exertion,
the other was underneath him, presumably jerking his dick. I looked to my
right and saw a vanity mirror against the wall. Our reflection showed
perfectly, with his arched back and flexed legs framed against my torso.

I began sliding my dick out of his ass, getting to the point that the head
was almost out, before pushing all the way back in. This long dicking
really opened him up, and I could start to see the sweat bead up on his
back. I continued like this for several minutes, savoring the tight grip
his ass had on me. I increased the pace of the thrusting, earning a grunt
from him every time I bottomed out. CPT Petty was getting lost in the
pleasure. He had stopped pushing back against me and was passively
receiving the pounding.

I stepped it up again, making the thrusts shallower, but slamming into him
with abandon. I could hear the sound of my balls slapping against him CPT
Petty's only response was a continuous series of grunts and moans. Both
hands were grabbing the sheets now, the clenched hands straining against
the fabric.

I was really laying into him at this point. The tension, the lack of sex,
and the thought of fucking a married officer on his bed drove me into a
frenzy. The jackhammering of my cock into his ass was only being held back
by the condom, but nonetheless I could feel my climax building. CPT Petty
cried out, and for a moment, I thought I had hurt him. But I felt his ass
clamp down on me, and the shudder of his body let me know that he was
cumming. I looked into the mirror and saw the cum shooting and dripping out
of his cock onto the sheets

This sent me over the edge. With one last thrust, I pulled out of his ass
and ripped off the condom. Moving to his head, I rolled him over to his
side and put my dick to his lips. He lazily opened his mouth, and with two
jerks I came all over his face. Even thought I had jerked off that morning,
this load was impressive. I coated his lips and cheeks, smearing it around
his mouth. With one hand, he grabbed hold of me and wrapped his mouth
around my still spasming cock. I shuddered as I felt his tongue work over
my sensitive glans and milked me for the last of my load.

I leaned over and licked my load off his face, alternating between making
out with him and sharing my load. One of his hands was massaging his ass,
the pink, puffy lips looking angry with use.

"Damn, I don't think I have ever been fucked like that," he said, he breath
still ragged. "How about that shower?"

We rinsed off in his shower, and my hands continued to explore his abused
ass. I was ready for another round, but he said his wife was due home in a
bit, and he had to clean up the mess we had made. I got dressed and left,
feeling considerably better.

That was the only time that we hooked up, though we ended up playing games
at the gym, he would either flash his ass at me or tweak my dick in the
locker room. We also jerked off twice in the steam room. We actually kept
in touch over the years, and he was a pretty good mentor that helped me
through some tough professional moments. I never asked him if he found more
guys to occasionally scratch his itch, but would not be surprised if he
did.

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