Date: Thu, 15 Oct 1998 15:59:48 EDT
From: Wood851191@aol.com
Subject: Army Tales - Sick Call

The following is a description of sexual relations between consenting adult
males. If you are underage or if this type of story offends you, please
read no further. Thank you.

			  ARMY TALES - SICK CALL

	"Where's Andy", I asked.
	"I think he's in the post hospital", replied Pvt. Groggins. "I
heard he was hurt yesterday unloading a truck. Why don't you ask Sarge. He
should know."
	"OK, be back later." Yeah, I'd rush back. I just hated the motor
pool. All that grease and grime you could never get off your hands. Some of
the guys just loved to strip an engine and put it together again. Shit,
that what service stations were for. Take it to the local Shell station.
The only thing I wanted to strip was a few of the mechanics. Damn, it was
only seven in the morning and already I was horny for some soldier dick. I
had eighteen more months to go in this man's Army, but I don't think I'll
make it.
	"Hey Sarge", I called out to our Platoon Sergeant.
	"Private! Don't you know how to address a superior? The title is
Sergeant, not Sarge! And stand at attention when I talk to you."
	Sgt. Foley was a two hundred and fifty pound, six foot tall, black
man who was about as spit and polish as Beetle Bailey an Sad Sack combined.
He also loved to scare the troops, but none of us bought it. He was a great
guy and we were lucky to have him as our Platoon Sgt.
	"Yes, Sergeant Sir! Whatever you say Sir! May I kiss your er,
boots, Sir!" I yelled, trying to conceal a laugh.
	"Cool it, shithead!", he replied in a half whisper, "The Lieutenant
will hear you. And if you ever call me "Sir" again, you will be kissing
more than my boots, Private!" he grinned. "Now, what the fuck you want
boy?"
	Sarge was from a Connecticut suburb but he liked to put on the
street attitude. We heard that his father was a respected MD in his field
and his mom was a college professor. He was also a college graduate, but no
one knew in what field. He just liked the service, or so he said. Everyone
had their reason for being here, although the majority were drafted, some
re-enlisted like Sarge. Man, I was gone when this tour was over.
	"I was supposed to work on the ten-ton today with Barker but I
heard he was on sick call. What happened?"
	"There was an accident yesterday while unloading a truck. I don't
know all the details, but I don't think he'll be back for a while."
	"Shit, I can't handle that big mother alone", I bitched. "Has
anyone gone to see him? Sarge, he's one of the guys. We can't let him think
we forgot him. I mean the poor guy"
	"Are you really anxious to go to the Hospital to see him, or are
you just trying to get out of work?" Sarge inquired suspiciously.
	"Me, Sarge? Me? Get out of work? Sarge, I love it here, you know
that. I'm just thinking of Barker, Sarge. That's all".
	"Oh yeah! You two are tight, right?"
	"Fuckin' A, Sarge."
	"So what's your tight buddies first name? C'mon. Tell me that."
	Sure, it's -- well it's -- damn Sarge, you got me all confused. I
can't think."
	"Bullshit! You think you can bullshit a career man, Private? I can
bury you in bullshit! I'm the king of bullshit! But--"
	"Yeah, Sarge?", I said hopefully.
	"Well, someone should visit the poor bastard and you're no fuckin'
use around here."
	"Thanks, Sarge! I'll get right on it."
	"Just hold on, Private. I don't have last say. Go see the Lt. Tell
him I said it's OK for you to go if it's okay with him."
	"Ah, shit, Sarge", I whined. "You know I hate to talk to officers.
They make me nervous. They all think their shit don't stink just because
they wear brass instead of stripes."
	"And you don't even wear stripes. Get used to it. Besides,
Lt. Hammond is pretty nice as officers go. Besides, if he gets to know you,
it might help when the time comes to get that first stripe."
	"OK Sarge. I'll go talk to him. Thanks."

	I went to see Lt. Hammond and he turned out to be pretty nice. He
said he'd check on Barker's condition and get back to me. He said it was OK
for me to go as long as Sgt. Foley could spare me. Well, it took almost two
weeks for him to "get back to me". Barker and I weren't the best of
friends. We weren't enemies, don't get me wrong. He was an OK guy. But he
was a Pfc. and I was still a 'cruit, a no striper, a nothing. It really
didn't mean that much now that I was in my permanent outfit. Not like basic
where a Pfc. was god! Those fuckers were worse than the Sergeants. Orders,
orders, orders. It was like being a plebe at West Point. But I worked with
Andy on a few things and he said he would help me get my military driver's
license. The Army didn't teach you how to drive, they just tested you. It
was up to you to learn, and the only way to do that was to beg someone who
was assigned a vehicle. That usually meant a Pfc. or higher.

	On the third week after the accident, I was given a pass to see
Andy. It took so long, I wasn't really in the mood. But then I thought of
Andy in the shower. Damn, he had a nice body. His hair was military short
but not a buzz cut. He had clear skin all over! And a real nice ass. The
front view was pretty good too. Maybe I'd get the chance to sneak a peek up
his hospital gown, if I was lucky. Fuck! What a pervert I am. Here the poor
guy is stuck in bed with God knows what broken I hope it's not his manly
protrusion there I go again. I'm getting a boner on the bus to the Camp
hospital! Hope no one saw it. Or do I? What was I thinking? This is the
Army! I could go to jail or the stockade or whatever they call it. I'd be
at the mercy of sadistic guards who would rape me and make me suck their
big cocks and swallow their warm semen. And the other prisoners would
attack me in the showers and make my life a living a living a living
fuckin' paradise! No, No ,No! I've been here too long. I need some cock.
But not now. I'm on a mission of mercy. And I have to keep my shorts dry.
All I need is to walk into the hospital full of Army personnel with a big
wet spot on the front of my fatigues!

	I found Andy's room and went in. It was a room big enough for eight
beds but his was the only one occupied. He was watching TV.
	"Hey man, what happened to you? Trying to get out of details?", I
joked. The poor bastard had not just one, but both arms in casts. He was
lying on top of the sheets, it was about ninety degrees in there, and sure
enough was wearing a hospital gown. Stay down little one. This is not the
time for an appearance.
	"Hey, Woody. I was wondering if the outfit forgot about me. You're
the first to come visit. Sit down."
	"Man, what happened to you? You look like shit!"
	"Thanks, you fuck!", he laughed. "We were unloading a truck filled
with engine parts and the guys on the truck must have thought the three of
us were ready for the next carton. The other two were picking up a few
things that fell out of the previous cartons and were right under the one
coming off the truck. I yelled and tried to stop the big carton from
falling on them. I put out both hands and then heard a crack and a real
sharp pain. I guess the pain of the first break concealed the pain of the
second arm breaking. What a bitch!"
	"What the fuck was in the carton?"
	"Ha! Just my luck. It was the biggest one. It had a diesel engine
in it. If the other two guys didn't react as quick as they did, I would
have been crushed. They saved my life, man."
	"Sounds like you're the hero to me. Not very bright", I grinned,
"but a hero just the same."
	"Fuck you, grunt!", he laughed.
	"So, what's it like here? Lots of pretty nurses?"
	"Yeah, right. My nurse's name is Corporal Hanson and he's a big
mother. About 6'4" and built like a fuckin' moose! Shit, he picks me up
like I was a pillow. The only women around here are the officers and the
only one I've met so far is the Colonel in charge here. She's pretty cool,
for an officer that is. I was pretty much out of it the first week. They
kept me on pain killers and she would come in a joke with me calling me
Pfc. Hero."
	"So how come nurse Hanson has to pick you up? Can't you walk
either?"
	"Yeah. Now. But for a while I was dizzy as a bitch. He had to pick
me up when he changed the sheets and other stuff", he said evasively.
	"What other stuff?" I was curious about this. A picture came to
mind of this muscle bound giant picking up my little buddy who was wearing
nothing but the very thin hospital gown - with the open rear! Shit, I'm
getting a boner again.
	"You know", he blushed, "hospital stuff."
	I had to push it. He looked so cute with his face turning pink.
"No, I've never been in a hospital. At least not since I was born. What
hospital stuff?"
	"Fucker! You're gonna make me say it, aren't you? OK, when he
changes the bed pan and gives me a sponge bath. Satisfied? Damn!"
	The poor guy looked so embarrassed I thought he was going to cry. I
felt like a real fuck. "Hey, man. I'm sorry. I didn't think that you can't
very well wash yourself with both arms in a cast. Come to think of it, how
do you wipe your butt when you take a dump?"
	His expression was my answer. "Oh, sure, of course.  Cpl. Hanson.
Man that's humiliating! Don't think I could do it. I'd die of
embarrassment."
	"How do you think I feel? The first time I turned forty shades of
red. He just told me it was no big deal. He does it to dozens of guys each
day. Every guy has the same equipment, just that some have a little more
than others. He grinned when he said that."
	"Damn", I said, "what if you got a boner? I mean a strange hand on
your you know."
	"Hanson said that happens too. Again, no big deal. It's a natural
thing. Guys get horny."
	"Did it happen to you?", I pried.
	"Man, you're getting pretty personal, aren't you? What do you
think? I've been in here for three weeks. I can't even jack'
	The door opened before Andy could finish his sentence. I think my
mouth must have dropped open when I looked toward the door. There, all in
white, was this giant. His short sleeve shirt barely contained his swollen
biceps and barrel chest that tapered to a slim but not skinny waist. His
blond hair was cut military short and framed his square jawed, blue eyed,
pearly toothed face. My eyes dropped to his crotch where something big was
obviously lurking. This had to be nurse Hanson!

	"Hi guys", he said, "How's it going, Barker?"
	"As well as it can be, I guess." Andy said. "Greg, this is my buddy
Woody from my outfit. He came to see how I was doing."
	"Hi, Woody." Greg said as he extended his huge paw, I mean hand, to
me. God! This guy was a giant, just like Andy described.
	"Hello, corporal", I said, shaking his hand. I felt a warm chill
(does that make sense?) as we touched. What would it feel like to have this
Viking on top of me, pumping my ass? Down boy! Dangerous ground.
	"Call me Greg or Hanson, Woody. We're all here together. I only
pull rank when I have to." He said with a mischievous twinkle and grin.
"Look guys, maybe you two can help me out. I heard Woody was here so that's
why I came in. We are really short on nurses and orderlies today. Three are
on leave, two are sick and one had an emergency leave. I think his mother
is real sick. Anyway, I have a load of guys to take care of today, and Andy
I was wondering, if you didn't mind, could your buddy here give you your
sponge bath today? Any problem with that Woody?"
	OK, OK. So I just died and went to heaven. Or I'm on death row and
my final request had been granted. But, wait a second. This could bring up
other things I don't think would be good to bring up here. Shit, I think
now it was my turn to turn red.
	"I don't know, Greg. I never bathed anyone before and Andy and I
aren't really that close, and--"
	Greg started laughing. "Every nurse and orderly has gone through
the same thing. The first time is the hardest, so to speak." He cracked up
laughing again. Greg and I just looked at each other. "Look, it's just a
sponge bath. Or if it's easier, you can take him into the shower, but
you'll have to strip too. We don't have spare fatigues for visitors."
	I was at a loss for words. Boy, did I want to get my hands on
Andy's smooth body but I knew I'd get a boner and he would tell everyone
when he got back to the platoon and my life would be over. Andy didn't look
too sure of this either. He was used to Greg handling him out of necessity,
but someone he had to live with later on was another thing entirely.
	"Guys", Greg said, "I don't want to push this but you have to get
bathed Andy and I can't do it today. The room is yours. No one will come
in, I'll make sure of that. There's even a curtain you can pull around the
bed. The shower room is right here. It's all yours. If you have a problem,
just ring the buzzer and I'll come as soon as I can. Don't act like two
pansies. It's only skin, guys."
	We sort of shrugged and said okay. Greg showed me where the soap,
towels and other stuff was and how to work the shower and the curtain. He
was very thorough, very professional. Then he left and Andy and I just
looked at each other. Then we both started laughing, nervously.
	"OK", I said, "let's get started. How about we try the sponge bath.
That seems like the easiest way to do it. You just guide me as you're the
expert on this."
	"You mean an expert on my body? I hope so."
	"No, shithead. I mean on getting a sponge bath. Here, let me sit
you up and open your gown."
	I got him to a sitting position and opened the buttons on the back
of the gown. I pulled the gown away from his back and over his arms so that
his upper body was exposed. The gown covered his crotch and legs but his
butt crack was exposed. Damn, he was smooth. And his butt looked nice and
solid and rounded. Why didn't I wear jockeys today -- or better, a jock!
These boxers weren't going to hide my stiff cock. I had to position myself
so he wouldn't notice. I filled the pan with warm water and soaked the
sponge.
	Jokingly, I said, "Let's start with those big ears." I washed his
ears and face gently then worked down to his neck.
	"Hey, I won't break. You can scrub. This fuckin' heat has me all
smelly."
	 Then I washed his upper arms, or at least the part that wasn't
covered by the cast. Then his back. It was broad for a not so tall guy. I
washed down to the top of his crack. If I could only insert my finger. Oh
shit. Don't get hard, I thought. I was trying to delay getting to his chest
as I knew that was the first big turn-on for me. But I couldn't avoid it so
I soaked the sponge and soaped it up and started on his chest. From his
collar bone I covered his upper chest and down his sides. Oh God!  Little
Woody was waking up. Then I washed his pecs. In a circular motion, I washed
that beautiful hairless chest and rubbed the coarse sponge over his little
nipples. They started to harden as did my pecker. I stood as much to the
side of him as I could to hide my dick. It was pushing into the mattress. I
knew it was about to start dripping any second. I was so involved in trying
to subdue my erection, I almost didn't hear him moan.
	"You OK, Andy?"
	"Oh, man. That feels so good. Woody, would you do me a really big
favor?"
	"What is it?", I asked cautiously.
	"I've been here three weeks. I'm so horny I could bust. I already
had a wet dream and it was really embarrassing. I can't even touch myself
and with these casts I can't even lie on my belly and fuck the sheets." The
guy was almost sobbing. I really felt sorry for him.
	"So what's the favor, man. Want me to bring a girl up here for you?
You know that's not gonna happen."
	"Woody, please, oh God, please, jerk me off!"
	"What?! Are you nuts, man? They'd throw away the key if they caught
us. I can't do that!"
	`Please, please,' I thought, `argue against me.' I knew it was
dangerous, but I wanted to touch him so badly.
	"I don't know who else to ask, Woody. I don't want to put you in
this position, but shit, you've seen me naked and I've seen you naked. We
both know we both jerk off. All guys do. Please help me out. Please?"

	I hesitated for a moment, then I removed the gown from his crotch.
What a beautiful sight! Six inches of boy-man meat standing rigid from a
nest of curly brown pubic hair. I almost swooned at the sight. His cock
head was like a huge cherry and a drop of pre-cum glistened on his piss
slit. His pubes formed a perfect triangle and contrasted with the whiteness
of his hairless belly. I completely removed the gown and eased him down
onto his back. His cock laid flat on his smooth belly and the pre-cum
leaked onto his stomach. I looked into his eyes and they were pleading for
me to take his manhood into my hand. God, he was beautiful!  His tiny
nipples were as erect as his penis. I wanted to suck them and tongue his
navel. My cock was full up but the bed was too high for him to see it.
	I reached for his stiff pecker and pried it upward to an almost
erect position. It was so hard, it was difficult to get a grip so that I
wouldn't be rubbing his belly as I jacked him. On the first down stroke he
moaned and I thought it would all be over. But no, his cock head spewed
more pre-cum and it dripped down his thick shaft and over my hand. It took
supreme will power for me not to bend down and lick it. He was circumcised
and so hard that there wasn't a lot of skin to move around. Using his juice
as a lubricant, I covered his penis with the slippery liquid, paying
attention to the head and trying to pry more out of the piss slit. All the
while, he was moaning and squirming on the bed, spreading his strong legs
as far apart as he could to give me complete access to his toys. The kid
was so hot and my hand had him crazy. I stroked up and down again and his
head shot back into the pillow like someone punched him. One more up and
down stroke and then one more. That's all she wrote! A white geyser erupted
as the first shot of semen hit his chin. The second shot over his head and
hit the wall behind the bed, dripping downward. The third hit his neck and
the next two covered his chest with warm cum. The next few shots hit his
belly and then just ran down my hand into his pubic hair.
	I never saw anyone shoot so much so far. Damn, this kid was hot.
But then, it had been three weeks. He was a mess and I went to the shower
room to get some paper towels to clean him up. When I walked back to the
bed, he looked at me and said, "Thanks, Woody. You're really a friend. I
don't know anyone who would have done that for me. I just wish could help
you with yours now."
	Shit! He got me so hot seeing him shoot his wad, I forgot about my
prick pushing out my fatigues. He saw it right away. "Sorry about that,
Andy", I said embarrassed that he would see my reaction to his naked body
and emission.
	"It's cool, man. Hey, how could you not get a boner? It was almost
like jerking yourself, right?"
	"Yeah, sure. Guess I did get a little carried away. But, man, did
you shoot! Do you always cum like that?"
	"Sometimes, if I'm really excited or if I don't jack off for a few
days. Hey, I don't think those towels are going to do the job. Maybe you
better get me into the shower. Think you can handle it?"
	"I guess. If I can get this boner to go down."
	"Shit, you just jacked my dick. Don't be ashamed for me to see
yours. Like Hanson said, skin is skin."
	"Cool" I said, "Let's get you up, er, I mean out of bed."
	Andy laughed. "Not sure if I could `get up' again for a while. But
I'll give it a try if you want to do it again."
	Either he was still horny or he had something else in mind. I was
nervous and didn't want to push it.
	"You better get those fatigues off before you haul my butt into the
shower."
	"Yeah, you're right", I said as I opened the buttons on my fatigue
jacket. "But can't you walk under your own steam? Don't know if I can carry
you. Those casts look pretty heavy."
	"They're not that heavy. It's a type of plastic, not the old
plaster casts" he said as he watched me remove my boots and socks. His eyes
never left me as I opened and dropped my fatigue pants. "I guess I can walk
on my own, but I'm pretty weak from well, you know."
	I stood there in just my boxers. My dick was still stiff from
looking at him lying there covered in his jism. There was a large wet spot
where my pre-cum soaked into my shorts.
	"Better take those off too and let them dry", he snickered.
	I bent over and removed my shorts. My still dripping cock head
dropping a string of honey to the floor. I stood and faced him, my dick
saluting his handsome body. "C'mon, fucker. Let's get into the shower. Put
your arm around my neck."
	I picked him up off the bed. He was lighter than I thought or else
I was so hot for him it didn't matter how heavy he was. With one arm around
his broad back and the other under his knees, I picked him up and his dick
began to rise again. I wanted to drop my head to his crotch and suck him
off right there.
	"Looks like junior hasn't finished yet", I commented.
	"Sorry. Told you I was horny. You don't have to do it again, unless
you want to", he said hopefully.
	"We'll see", I said as I carried him into the shower and sat his
naked butt on the bench. "I better clean off that wall first, before I
forget and someone sees it." I wet a towel and went back to his bed and,
naked, wiped the cum stain off the wall. Fortunately, the wall had a gloss
finish so it didn't leave a stain. I went back into the shower room and
Andy was sitting there with a full hard-on again. Mine never went down.
	"Sorry again", he said. "Hey, I'm twenty years old and I'm always
horny. What can I do?"
	"Well, shit, so am I but I don't go around with my pecker sticking
out all the time", I laughed.
	"Yeah?," he said sarcastically. "What's it doing now? That's a
pretty hefty stiffie you got now, boy."
	"Fuck!", I said. "Let's get you cleaned up." I turned on the shower
and using the extension, I hosed him down. Of course, I got soaked in the
process. I soaped up a wash cloth and began washing his body again. This
time I couldn't hide my erection. I kept touching his smooth, naked body
with the tip of my hard dick. It wasn't on purpose, really. I just couldn't
avoid it.
	"Some prod you got there, Woody. Look man, you have to get off too
but I can't jerk you. If you want to beat it off, go ahead.  It won't
bother me. I have three brothers and they used to beat off in front of me
all the time."
	Wow! Three brothers to jerk off with. Now that's heaven! "Did they
ever jerk you off?", I ventured.
	"Yeah, a few times. Just for fun, though. It's not like we were
queer or anything. Two of them were older and we all slept in the same
room. So I used to hear them jerking themselves before I even knew what
they were doing. That reminds me, my oldest brother used to get his rocks
sometimes using the next oldest"
	This was getting good! "What do you mean? He used to fuck him?"
	"Fuck, no! I told you there was nothing faggy about it. Maybe I can
help you out the same way."
	I was intrigued. "What way?"
	"Tony used to put his dick into Tommy's armpit and then fuck it
like he was fucking pussy. Wanna try it?"
	"Sounds good to me. And I guess I really need to get my rocks off
too." That said, and convincingly I might add, I walked behind Andy and
taking a good look at his handsome butt, inserted my erect member under his
arm. He lifted a bit and then came down, squeezing it tight. The rest was
up to me. Holding onto his shoulders, I began the classic in and out
motion. The kid was right. This did feel good. With each forward push, I
made contact with his back and shoulder. This was not going to take long.
	"How's it feel, Woody", he said with the curiosity of kid who
thinks he was the first one to discover sex. "Does it feel good? As good as
pussy?"
	"Oh yeah, man. It feels so good. Maybe not exactly like pussy, but
damn good." I never had pussy so I couldn't compare, but I had the feeling
he never did either. "Squeeze you arm tighter. Your wet pit feels so hot!",
I moaned. It really was good, especially since it was his armpit. Shit, if
Sarge could only se us now! Ha! As I humped his pit, I leaned forward and
ran my hands over his nipples. When I squeezed his nipples, his head fell
back onto my belly. His cock was up full hard and dripping. The kid was
really getting into this! Just a few more pumps and I was going to shoot
all over his smooth, muscular chest. I envisioned it dripping down his
young body and over his belly and into his pubes. It had been a while since
I felt this hot. His head on my belly, my dick pumping his underarm and my
hands rubbing and pinching his erect nipples, seeing his hard-on spewing
it's pre-cum this was it. Here I go
	"Well, well, well. What do we have here? Two faggots making out. I
thought I had you two pegged. What to do now, what to do--" Cpl. Hanson
queried as he tapped his finger against his lips.

	My dick went soft so fast I thought I'd pass out. My life was over.
I was royally fucked. So was Andy. Poor kid. He was going to make the Army
a career. At least I had a job to go back to. Or would I? My mind was
reeling before I really had time to assess the situation. I looked over at
the giant standing in the doorway and couldn't help notice that Cpl. Hanson
was turned on by this scene. His uniform, thinner than my fatigues, showed
a decided bulge in the region of his groin. Hey, two of us were already
naked, why not try for three?
	I strolled over to Greg, my dick soft but dripping. Looking at his
crotch, I said, "Maybe we can help each other out. What do you say, Greg?"
With that my hand caressed his tool. He jumped a bit but didn't pull away.
"Let me take care of that for you. I think you'll enjoy it."
	"On you knees, fagot!", he spit out.
	I dropped to the floor and reached for his belt.
	"No", he spat, "the zipper"
	"You don't want to soil your white pants, Greg. Do you? Let me
remove them for you."
	He seemed to consider my idea and let me open his belt. Then the
button and zipper of his trousers. I slowly lowered them to the floor so as
to excite myself as much as possible. He was wearing briefs and his cock
was full hard, or at least I hoped it was. What a monster! The red head was
sticking out of the top of the shorts. I sucked his ball sack through the
white material. He began opening his blouse. Man, I wanted to see this stud
naked! I worked my hot mouth up his thick shaft slowly until my lips felt
his flesh. His head was flared and the piss slit open but no juices yet. He
removed the shirt and lifted the white T-shirt over his head. I licked at
his head and looked up his body. It was even better than I thought. His
belly was covered with a fine layer of golden hair. Above the navel he was
smooth. His large, muscular pecs overhung his six-pack abs. The dark
nipples were large and positioned at the edge of each pec. Perfect for
licking and sucking. Looking further, he was glaring down at me with lust
in his eyes.
	"Pull 'em off and suck that cock, fag!"
	I pulled his briefs down and his nine incher bounced like a diver's
springboard. And he was now dripping. My tongue caught the string of
pre-cum and followed it up to the dark, rosy head of his huge erection.
There was no way I could take this pole down my throat but I'd give it the
old college try. I licked the head and tasted his juice. I swabbed it with
my tongue. It was smooth as polished marble and almost as hard. I engulfed
it and tried to take all of it. I gagged like it was my first time.
	"Take it slow and watch the teeth. Bite me and I'll rip your balls
off and feed them to you. Speaking of which, my balls need some attention
too. Wash them good, fruit", he ordered.
	I gently took his big gonads into my hands and licked them. They
were lightly haired and tasted and smelled of his manliness. I was getting
dizzy. I could smell his asshole. I was his slave. I'd do anything to
please him. I sucked one into my mouth and washed it with my tongue and
saliva. Then I took the other one and treated it the same. I tried to take
both but my mouth was too small. It was uncomfortable for him so he let me
get back to his cock. It was so long and thick, it scared me to think what
it would do to my ass. He held my head in both hands and fucked my mouth.
My dick was hard again and dripping all over the floor. Maybe he would let
me lick it up after he was through with me. His cock head pounded the back
of my throat and his pubic bush was all I could see. I longed to have his
cock so deep that my lips could touch his blonde pubes.
	My hands ran up his hairy thighs and over his narrow hips. He
pumped harder as my hands found his rock hard butt cheeks. What a set of
buns. Smooth, golden and hairless! I ran my hands over them as you would a
fine statue. I pried open his cheeks and found his pucker hole. My finger
probed the warm opening and as my finger invaded his most private area, he
pulled my head to his crotch and pumped his jism into me.
	"Oh shit! Oh, God! Fuck!", he cried as volley after volley of his
semen splashed against the back of my throat. I tried to swallow but it was
difficult with my lips wrapped around that fat pole. Most ran down my
throat but some was dripping out of my mouth. I wanted it all. It was sweet
and nut flavored. Not the ammonia taste or odor of some semen. He gently
pulled my mouth from his penis and I fell back with my naked ass on the
floor. Instinctively, I reached for my pecker that was so stiff it hurt.
Two strokes and I shot my load all over my chest, belly and pubes. My cream
ran down the shaft, over my fist and coated my lightly haired balls. I sat
there a few seconds, dazed, and then remembered Andy.

	I stood up and turned to the shower. There was Andy, with his prick
still at attention, licking Greg's dripping pole! They were both smiling at
me.
	"Welcome to the club, Woody", said Andy. "I had a feeling you might
like this scene."
	"Wha? What the fuck? What's going on?" Then it hit me. This was a
setup! "You bastards!" I shouted. I was pissed. "This was a setup, a trap.
Now what? You're going to blackmail me? Forget it! It's not gonna happen,
you fucks! You won't get away with it, you"
	"Calm down, man. No one's going to blackmail you. At least not us.
We were just looking for someone new to join our fun and games", said Greg.
	"Yeah, man. Cool it", said Andy. "When you came in I had the
feeling the way you looked at me that you might go for it. Then when you
saw Greg, shit, you almost came in your shorts!", he laughed. "I gave Greg
the signal for the sponge bath talk and the rest is well, I hope you
enjoyed it as much as we did."
	"You bastards!", I said. "You scared the hell out of me. I thought
I was ruined. But now that I know what's going on, I'm going to do what I
wanted to do in the first place." With that, I dropped to my knees in front
of Andy and took his dripping penis into my mouth. It was delicious! And
just the right size. Just long enough to get all the way down and just fat
enough to know it was a man I was sucking. As I sucked, Greg hunkered down
for Andy to take his pec and nipple into his hungry mouth. As Andy sucked
tit, I sucked Andy. I spread his legs and played with his nuts. They were
smaller than Greg's oranges, but perfect for his body size. I came off his
stem and took both his nuts into my mouth. He moaned, either from my ball
work or from having Greg's tit in his mouth. His balls were smooth and I
juggled them with my tongue. His hand found my hair and he pulled me back
to his dick. I sucked it a few more times before I was rewarded with a
mouthful of young man cream. Every bit as tasty as Greg's. Greg moaned when
Andy came. I suspect he almost got his nipple chewed off. Then I felt a
wetness on my back and saw Greg shooting another huge load, coating my
backside and running down to my ass crack.
	We sat for a few minutes to catch out breath and then Greg
suggested we had better clean up and get out of there. We both cleaned up
Andy and Greg and I washed each others back and other parts. We almost
started up again, but this time Andy stopped us. Greg and I got dressed and
helped Andy into his hospital gown and back into bed. I made arrangements
to meet Greg again a few nights later, off base. Andy I would be seeing
often, especially after he returned to duty. Maybe we can get Guard Duty
together. But that's another story.


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