Date: Thu, 25 Jan 2007 19:32:04 -0800 (PST)
From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: In the Army

Actually they're right. Gays do look around. And there's plenty of opportunity
to look. Life in the barracks is quite communal with naked men walking around,
going to the latrine, group showers, sleeping on top of the bunk covers naked.

  Of course nobody touches or does anything else. And that means guys are
comfortable to let it all hang out like that.

  I think some know they're being looked at. Even straight guys look at each
other to compare bodies, endowments, ballsacs, pecs, butts, overall fitness.
And those guys who have classic builds get examined you can be sure.

  As for erections, there are plenty of them too in the barracks. We pulled
firewatch shifts at night and the number of tented blankets I saw almost
matched the number of guys silently stroking under those blankets.

  Weekends things got a bit more liberated. With more then half of the barracks
on leave or in town on those sacred no work days, guys would find places to
relax. Some would exercise naked, others would sneak into the supply rooms and
jack off, others would take 3 am showers. That was the only time I saw and
sometimes participated, soaping backs for my buddies. And they didnt' object
when my soapy hands covered more then just their backs. But alas few times did
hands, theirs or mine stray to each others boners to "help out a buddy".

  In town was different. Guys would chip in and get a motel room where more
then the number allowed could crash and puke. Dressed in our civilian clothes
it wasn't as hot for me as being in uniform. But there, nobody paid attention
to the wandering hands or the willing lips in the bathrooms. What happened in
town stayed in town (pardon me Vegas).

  The gay guys who did tresspass got talked to privately by some of the rest of
us...so they were more careful. We even had one or two Sargeants that spoke to
em.  Nobody wanted trouble. And we all got horny as hell. So nobody thought it
odd that male to male satisfaction went on.

  "Man what a butt" could be often heard when one of the guys with an
attractive butt was laughingly admired by others. Of course everyone was
straight..but you knew the butt jokes were stated for more then humor reasons.

  That's how fun started. We were in advanced infantry training. Another 6
months in group barracks just like basic training. Only the newer billets
divided guys into rooms and even those rooms housed 6 guys.

  Anyway, we had been doing training for about 3 hard months before we got our
first three day pass. We all knew where we were going after training. So
perhaps guys had that in the back of their minds.

  Casey suggested a bunch of us get a motel room in a town nearby and just
spend the weekend swimming, sunning, eating pizza and "having fun" as he put
it. He made sure I was involved. We were friends but not especially close.

  Adams, McArthur and Charlie Russ nodded in agreement. But four wasn't enough
to get the price of our weekend down. So we got others to pitch in and we'd
sneak em into the motel once we checked in.

  It turned out the motel clerk was happy to have us and put us in a motel room
in the back "that way you guys can have fun and nobody will complain" he
smiled. The twinkle in his eye as well as my developing gadar told me he liked
us for lots of reasons.

  "Just don't do anything that makes the other guests complain, And use
swimsuits even late at night" he smiled.

  I wondered what groups of soldiers had been there in the past skinny dipping
drunk at 4 am.

  We checked into the room which had no other rooms next to it. Only the
machine room was downstairs and we were on the end of the row facing away from
the street.

  We stripped naked and put on our various swim suits. Casey put on a black
pair of speedos that got my interest. I wore my skin tight civilian shorts and
ther other guys had an array of gym shorts, speedos, jams and McArthur put on
his bikini underwear.

  All of us, all six were soon in the pool, splashing, jumping off the sides,
sunning and talking to guests. The weekend had begun.

  By mid afternoon we slept. I chuckled as I walked to the coke machine. With
all our bravado and masculine predictions of looking for pussy, we had
collapsed in the sun catching up on sleep, which is what we did back in the
barracks on weekends.

  Monty, the motel clerk was at the machine and we talked awhile. He said we
were a fine looking group of guys but he knew I knew that. I smiled. We
connected.

  "Which one do you like best?" I asked as if I could give him the body of his
choice.

  "Besides you?" he smiled. I laughed but was pleased he was being that polite
or perhaps serious.

  He liked Casey, he said. "that boy has a butt made for those speedos" he
said. I had to agree. "of course I'd like to see you in a pair" his eyes were
surveying my lower half.

  I grabbed my basket and hitched it a bit. "thanks, been a long time since a
guy could openly fliert with me" he patted my butt saying he had to get back to
work. But he invited me to come to the office that night during one of his
breaks.

  My cock was half hard. I wished it had gotten full hard just to entertain
Monty more. But I walked back to my lounge.

  "Hey where's Russ?" Casey asked "I thought he was with you" he said. His eyes
were on my crotch "better adjust yourself" he added.

  I moved the growing boner to the side and sat down. "Dunno, where did he go?"

  Casey looked towards out room "think he went back I guess. He asked me if I
wanted to go but I wanted to get rid of this white skin"

  "Better lotion up, you're getting red" I said and offered.

  Again, none of us touched each other back on base..at least other then
wrestling, hand to hand combat or patting each other on the back or arms in
greetings.

  Here was different. I took my time letting my hands examine Casey's back
under the edge of his speedos at his waist and at the top of his thighs. My
hands moved down each thigh and over his calfs.

  He could have spread the lotion on many of those areas but Casey didn't
object.

  "Turn over and I'll get the rest of you" I said.

  To my surprise Casey turned over adjusting his crotch.

  I lotio9ned his chest, stomach and legs..and again under the edges of his
speedos. After I finished his arms he thanked me without opening his eyes.

  "I owe you" he said "probably get you tonight" he said and chuckled.

  Russ was in the room. I went upstairs to shower and cool off from my
lotioning of Casey. He was sitting on the bed watching porn. And to my delight
he was naked.  So I stripped off my shorts once I was inside.

  "Gotta cool off" i said.

  "Yea I see" Russ said without looking at me. But I knew he meant my erection.

  I showered and started to stroke but decided to wait. I had thoughts of
laying on the other bed and napping a bit thanks to the afternoon sun.

  I lay on the bed with a towel around me.

  "Want me to change it?" Russ asked referring to the hetrosecual pornography
on the tv.

  "Naw" I said

  I lay flat ignoring prolonged watching of the hot looking man on the TV
getting a blowjob from a surgically enlarged chested woman.

  "Shit I'm horny, looks like you are too" he said.

  "Sun" I said

  "Maybe playing with Casey too" he said.

  I opened my eyes and looked at him. "Relax man it's cool" he said moving to
sit on the bed where I lay.

  I let him move his hand under my towel and work my cock until I exploded.

  "Wow thanks" I said adding the word "buddy". We had been preached to by our
training offices that buddies help buddies. I agreed with that policy.

  "Want me to?" I started to ask.

  "I've pumped twice" he said.

  Russ could have fooled me, as his cock was still half hard.

  I slept. In my slumber I heard voices, doors open and close, and was awakened
when I was asked what kind of pizza I wanted.

  By the time the pizzas were delivered all six of us were in the room drinking
beer. I didn't know who acquired the beer..and didn't care. It was cool,
alcoholic and there was plenty of it.

  We drank, made comments about TV news and some of the girls the guys saw by
the pool earlier.

  "Shit man we've got two more days of this, do you believe it? No guns"

  Everyone yelled at him the chant we had learned in basic, "THIS IS MY RIFLE
THIS IS MY GUN, THIS IS FOR KILLING AND THIS IS FOR FUN".

  The only difference was everyone was waving their penis this time. Those of
us in towels or underwear as well as the guys wearing jeans.

  When the pizza guy arrived, nobody put our cocks away. He knew were all drunk
and I suspect he'd seen far more bawdy behavior. He was young....I wondered how
many of those pizza delivery boy stories were true I had heard.

  Pizza was everywhere, beer flowed, boys holding their cocks dispelled
processed beer into the toilet and we laughed at anything anyone said.

  It was midnight when we all hit the pool again. Some of the other guests came
out of their rooms hearing our laughter and splashing. Monty came out of the
office just to make sure we were clothed..probaby hoping we weren't.

  I trotted over to the office just to make sure things were cool. He looked up
and smiled.

  "You guys having a good time?" He asked

  "Yea we bothering anyone?" I asked.

  "Nobody's complained yet. With the base so close, everyone knows you guys
need to blow off steam."

  I nodded. For some reason I wanted to see if Monty was still interested in
me.

  "Where's that guy, the one in the black speedos?" he asked which disappointed
me.

  "Pool I guess, you're stuck with me" I said laughing.

  "Cool" he said.

  The blowjob was too fast and basic pluming style. Yet it was the first one I
had had since going home after basic training.

  "Boy you cum like you haven't done it in weeks" he said wiping the sperm off
his lips.

  "Yea it's been awhile" I said pulling my wet swimsuit back up over my hips
and crotch.

  "Bet you'll get some tonight too" He said.

  I went out to the pool but he guys weren't there so I headed to the room. The
lights were out and the TV was off. I heard some snoring and after pissing went
back into the room to figure out where I could sleep.

  Hands guided me to the floor between the wall and the bed. I didn't ask who
it was. I let them paw me, remove the towel I had put on and felt their finger
enter me. I was goign to get fucked I realized. I imagined Casey or McArthur or
some other men I knew back home as I remained on my hands and knees letting
whoever it was pump me until their noises told me they were cumming.

  "Shit you guys were goin at it" a whispered vocie said. I moved to the
bathroom and pissed some more without turning on the lights. I knew that was
the number one rule that night.

  The noises had expanded when I returned to the room. There was no straight or
gay, no right or wrong, nothing but horny men.

  I sat on the edge of the other bed and felt the bodies that were engaged in
mutual satisfaction. I found a way to participate and soon tasted cock, tongue,
cum, sweat and felt fingers, cocks, mouths as well.

  I wasn't sure if all six of us were on the same bed or not. None of us seemed
to care.

  The beautiful sight was the morning when I awoke with Russ's head on my leg,
McArthur and Casey intertwined on the floor and Adams lay beside me on the bed.

  Mark was by himself on the other bed. I moved over to him and pulled him
close and fell asleep again.

  Later, I wasn't sure how much later one of the guys yelled "who want's to go
to IHOP?" and that made us stir, awaken, ignore the morning erections just as
we did on the base. Showers later, we trooped down the highway to ihop where we
tried to set the record for amount of food consumed.

  And that's how the rest of the weekend went. We walked back into the barracks
late Monday night, falling into our bunks as we returned to the hetrosexual
machismo world we had each volunteered to be a part of.

  Each of us still could taste each other, feel each other in our butts, sigh
contentedly at the unquestioning exchange of sensations and satisfactions.

  For the rest of my time in the Army, I got into many other sexual situations
with civilians and soldiers alike. Even a Brig General had fun with me one
weekend. But for some reason that weekend during advanced infantry training,
meant more to me.

  As far as I was concerned the Army had more then a few good men..and do did
I.