Date: Thu, 02 Aug 2001 21:22:32
From: Woodrow Harrison <woodrow_h@hotmail.com>
Subject: Matross (military)

The following is a work of fiction.  It involves sexual activity among
males.
If you are underage or offended by such materials please exit now.
Constructive criticism and comments to Woodrow_h@hotmail.com


The weather was uncomfortable.  Temperatures were over 90 and the humidity
close to that mark as well.  The slightest exertion produced a profusion of
sweat causing one to contemplate spending the afternoon in the comfort of
the showers.

Alone in the deserted barracks, I lay on my cot clad only in my boxer
shorts, dreamily fondling my cock, wishing I had wherewithall to use it
more efficiently.  Army schools are quite efficient and businesslike, the
classroom hours supplemented with private study and lab work.  There was
precious little time for socializing, even on weekends. This was the Fourth
of July, a Wednesday, so classes were suspended for the holiday.

As a relative newcomer, I had few friends on base and of those, none had
cars.  Our only option was to walk the mile to the town to grab a beer as
the NCO club was off limits to the lowly ranks of us recruits. (Not that I
had any great longing to listen to a bunch of old sarges tell war lies.)

Today was not one for walking, so there I lay, bored out of my head, only
halfheartedly amusing myself.  It was too damned oppressive to even jerk
off.

Hearing the screen door at the end of the hall close, I quickly stuffed my
half hard cock between my legs under the shorts.  The footsteps were coming
toward my cubicle.  At first I thought I'd feign sleep, but curiosity got
the better of me to see who it was.

CPO Tom Bullen, a navy man assigned to this school, and NCOIC of our
barracks, did a double take seeing me lying there.  Obviously he'd expected
the barracks to be empty.

"Hey Harrison," he said, "whatcha doing lying around here?"

"Too damned hot to do anything else," I replied.

"Got a point there," he said, "I'm gonna take a shower and go downtown for
a beer.  Want to come along?"  There was something about the way he
extended the invitation that made me think he meant both the shower and the
beer.  Maybe it's the popular myth about sailors that made me think that,
but I figured what the hell.

"Sure," I said, "a cold one would go real well."

I got out of the rack and grabbed a towel from my locker, while Bullen
continued to his room at the end of the hall.  I went the opposite way and
was soon enjoying a cool mist in the shower room.

The showers are open.  The army doesn't waste money on modesty panels, and
when Bullen appeared, I intinctively turned toward the wall.  There were 4
shower heads, but Bullen surprised me by turning on the one directly next
to mine.  I'd about gotten over the timidity of being in a roomful of naked
men bathing, but with just the two of us here, I felt awkward.  It didn't
seem to faze the sailor though.  He lathered up apparently oblivious of my
presence.  I reached for the bar of soap on the tray, but it was wet and
slippery and I dropped it.


Shit!  I'd heard all the jokes about what happened to sailors if they
dropped the soap onboard ships, and here I was with a bar of it at my feet!
I crouched, facing Bullen, and retrieved it.  When I stood up, he was
smiling at me broadly.

"You want to be more careful," he said with a wink.

"Yeah, I've heard about you guys." I replied, wishing immediately that I'd
not.  I hoped he wouldn't take it that I was calling him a sissy.

Bullen apparently was not offended and blithely let the water rinse him off
still facing me.  I couldn't help noticing that he was well built, not real
tall, but muscular and covered with coarse balck hair on his chest, belly
and legs.  He had a thick, luxurious pubic bush from which protruded an
average sized, cut penis.

Finished with the shower, we toweled ourselves off and headed back to our
respective lockers.  I wrapped the towel around my waist but noticed that
the sailor just draped his around his neck.  He stopped when we got to my
cubicle.

"See you in about 5", he said.

I noticed that his cock had enlarged a bit and now hung over his balls a
few inches.  Not a hardon by any stretch of the imagination, but a hint of
excitement.  I chalked it off to maybe his being one of those guys who get
aroused by having others see them naked.  I'm a little guilty of that
myself now and then.

I got dressed and waited for Bullen.  It turned out to be more like 10
minutes before he appeared.  He'd put on a pair of loose shorts and a shirt
that appeared to be made from netting; you could see right through it.
He'd also put on cologne.  A bit strange to go for a brew with another guy,
but then I figure to each his own.

"Hey bring a swimsuit and a towel," he said, "might be nice to take a dip
in the ocean later."

I rolled my suit in my towel and we walked out of the barracks.  We got
into his car (air-conditioned thankfully) and headed for town.  The bars
were overflowing with GI's so Bullen suggested we split a twelve-pack on
the beach.  I was cool with that, and we headed down the road to Carmel.

The town beach was pretty crowded, so we walked down a ways toward Pebble
Beach.  Despite all the rocks there, small clearings afford a bit of
privacy and clean sand.  We found such a spot and sat down, Bullen handing
me a beer.

We'd sat awhile enjoying the cold beer and the sound of the pounding surf
hitting the rocks.  Somehow the effect was cooling.  Suddenly I heard
voices.  Someone was settling down close enough to us to be heard, though
neither of us had seen anyone.  Well, it's a big beach and everyone is
entitled, I thought dismissing them from my mind.

A few minutes later, Bullen put his finger to his lips signalling me to be
quiet.  We strained our ears and barely made out a slapping sound coming
from the direction of the voices.  It was as if someone was getting
spanked, though there were no howls of pain.

Very quietly, Bullen got to his feet and crept around the rock.  He froze
in his tracks and gestured for me to come beside him.  There were two naked
guys.  One was kneeling, his back to us, the other was lying on his back
with his knees draped over the former's shoulders.  The slapping sound we'd
heard was thighs slapping against buttocks as the one buggered the other!

We watched, fascinated as the two copulated, bodies drenched in sweat as
they struggled in their lust not knowing they had an audience.  The top man
began to drive with renewed vigor and the slapping noise was matched by
grunts as he drove deeper and faster into his man.  Surprisingly, my
reaction to this was to spring a boner!  It was peeking out the leg of my
swimsuit!  I sure hoped that Bullen wouldn't notice, but there was small
chance of that as he stared intently at the two men.

I felt Bullen stir beside me and saw that not only was he in a similar
state of erection, but was fondling himself!  My hand stole to my crotch
and I felt the familiar hardness of my own tool ready for business.

A distinctive moan from the kneeling man signalled that he was flooding his
friend's bowels.  He stiffened and pressed hard to the man's buttocks, then
pulled out of him with a barely audible pop.  He rolled over on the blanket
beside the man he'd just fucked and they embraced in a kiss that must have
lasted over a minute.

Apparently either not caring or forgetting I was there, Bullen slipped his
swim trunks to his knees and was now engaged in a full blown wank.  I just
continued gripping myself and slowly massaged.  The two men finally sensed
our presence, and not in the slightest abashed, waved an invitation to join
them.

Bullen, his suit at half mast, waddled toward them eagerly.  I was timid
and held back for a moment, but when one of the men reached for Bullen's
cock and brought it to his lips, I couldn't help myself.  I walked over to
the other man, the one who'd just been fucked.

"Be a shame to waste that," he said, tugging at my suit.  "Let's see what
treats you have for me."

Amazed at myself for letting the man have his way with me, I felt my suit
fall to my ankles and my straining cock, released from its confinement,
slap against my belly.  Smooth hands gently held my member as a pair of
warm lips closed over the tip of it.  My belly felt tied in knots as the
man found every sensitive area on my cock.  His fingertips teased my balls
as he slurped away on me.

Bullen had taken his man by the ears and was driving himself into the man's
throat.  He had to have at least 7" of thick cock, but his man was taking
all he had to give.

My belly tightened even more.  My knees buckled and with a moan I let fly
my wad.  The feeling was so intense, a thousand times more than any time
I'd jacked off, that I had trouble staying on my feet.  The guy took every
drop, sucking until I had to forcibly push his head away.  I was breating
so hard and feeling slightly dizzy that I barely heard the grunt from
Bullen that told me he was running his load as well.

The four of us lay there on the sand, savoring the afterglow.  After a few
minutes, our hosts returned to their kissing, so Bullen and I wordlessly
slipped on our swimsuits and went back to our beer.

Back at our site, Bullen broke into a fit of giggles.

"Did you ever think.....?"  He choked on the end of the sentence.

I figured that for the ultimate rhetorical question so made no attempt to
answer.  Just the thought of having watched two men fucking and then
letting one of them give me a blowjob was mind numbing.  The morality of it
never entered my mind.  I knew the Army would can me immediately were they
to find out, but I figured the secret was safe with Bullen as I'd done
nothing he hadn't.

"Gee Tom, you know how much trouble we could be in if anyone ever found out
about this?"

"Who's going to say anything?  I'm sure not.  It never happened."

"Yeah," I said dryly, "must have been a hallucination from the heat and the
beer."

"Shit, I never felt anything like that before in my life.  I've had a few
blowjobs from women, but nothing equal to that."

"Same here," I replied lamely, "those guys are good at what they do."

We fell silent and concentrated on our beer.  The sun was going down and
the temperature began to drop.  We were both on our next to last can when
the last arc of it disappeared behind the waves.

Our "friends" had long since departed, and we had the beach totally to
ourselves now.  Bullen took a solemn swig of his brew and lit a smoke.  He
inhaled and blew the smoke out his nostrils.  He regarded me with a strange
little smile.

"Woody?  Why would a man do that?  I mean go down on a perfect stranger?"

"I don't know, Tom, maybe he enjoyed it.  I know I sure did."

"Well sure!  So did I.  But what did they get out of it?  Surely not the
taste.  I've tasted my own and it's hardly sweet."

Tipsy as I was, I wasn't shocked at his frank admission.  In fact I've
tasted my own too, but never suffered anyone to tell them of it.  And Tom
was right.  It's not something you crave like a cold beer.

"Never thought about it before.  Only other times it happened to me I've
had a face full of pussy.  Come to think of it why do we do that to women?
To give them pleasure I guess, sort of an exchange?"

"That's it Woody, exchange of pleasure, but we only took with those guys."

"I'm sure they took care of each other."

"Guess you're right.  Geez!  I'm getting horney all over again just
thinking of it."

Sure enough, the pink head of Tom's cock was sticking out the leg of his
swimsuit.  That sight started to straighten me out and in a trice we were
each sporting a boner.  Tom began massaging his.

"Feels good," he said, "ever had another guy touch yours?"

"Not before today."

"I had a couple of sessions at boy scout camp.  Me and two other guys would
circle jerk."

"Couldn't call that self abuse then eh?" I grinned.

"Nope, more like what you said; exchange of pleasure.  Listen Woody, we're
all by ourselves here and I need to deal with this.  Mind if I strip?"

"Go ahead.  In fact, I'll join you."

We both stood and slipped our swimsuits off.  Standing there in the
gloaming, naked as the day we were born, I wondered if Tom wanted to go
further.  My answer was a firm grip that was followed by an insistent
pressing of his cock into my hand.  After 5 beers apiece, we were just
tipsy enough and low on inhibition to let this thing play out wherever it
was going.

We stood there face to face, holding each other's cock, smiling sheepishly.
Tom moved slightly and touched the tip of my cock to his.  I felt a jolt as
if struck by lightning.  A bead of precum formed on the tip of his and he
rubbed it all over the head of mine.  That got me oozing a bit as well.

We rubbed each other, slowly wanking.  Tom looked away, dropping eye
contact.  When he looked back, despite the dim light, I could detect a
gleam there.  In that instant I knew just how far this was going, and that
I was more than ready to play.

As if of one mind, we sank to our knees and lay head to toe on the sand.
His fingers roamed over my thighs, his nails teased my balls and combed
though my pubic hair and then I felt the warmth of his mouth on my cock.  I
had followed his every manuever in kind and now, pursing my lips, I guided
his engorged cock to them.

What a strange feeling rushed over me!  The turgid staff with its bulbous
head entered my mouth easily as might have a popsicle.  But this was no
popsicle.  This was a hot poker tasting slightly of sweat and semen.  I was
sucking another man's cock!

We experimented, took too much and gagged, but resolutely stuck to our
guns, determined to prove to each other that this would indeed be an
exchange of pleasure.  Forgotten was the difference in our rank, the threat
of reprisals if discovered or that what we were doing to each other
violated the standards under which each of us had been raised.  We were two
people welling in a whirl of lust on a California beach and giving
ourselves completely over to it.

I felt that tightening in my belly that told me I was ready to cum.  I
redoubled my efforts on Tom and was rewarded by a jerking thrust of his
body and a warm jet of chalky tasting fluid spurting into my mouth.  It
filled my cheeks and dribbled out the corners of my mouth.  Some of it went
up my nose and dripped out my nostrils.  I thought surely I would choke on
it.  I tried to spit it all out.

Then I felt my own rod pulsing as I ran my load into Tom.  For his part, he
gamely swallowed and took as much of it as he could.  His mouth filled to
capacity, he spewed the spunk onto my belly and gasped for air.

We rolled on our backs and gazed in silence at the moon.  My mouth was
filled with the taste of Tom's issue, and he was surely right.  It was in
no way sweet, but oddly enough, I savored it and regretted spitting so much
of it away.  I felt a strange urge to kiss him but felt too shy to suggest
it.  Tom moved beside me in the darkness and put his arms about me.  Our
lips met, parted and tongues began a joust that would leave us again
breathless.

I felt strange having another man caressing me and kissing me, but somehow
the warmth of his body close to mine seemed wonderful.  I wished the moment
wouldn't end.  I wanted to do this again and again.

As all good things must, this came to an end.  We put on our clothes and
drove back to the base in an awkward silence.  Of course there was no
goodnight kiss.  As soon as we entered the barracks, Tom assumed his
leadership persona.  No one would have suspected what had gone on with us.

Shortly after that, Tom graduated and left for a new duty station.  I
doubted our paths would ever cross again and resigned myself to celibacy
for the duration of my hitch.  We did, however, meet again much later in
our lives.