Date: Fri, 31 Jul 2009 22:41:25 EDT
From: Cnjshore9@aol.com
Subject: Military Days 7: Fort Benning

Hello, there, you "nifty guys" !!!  it's been a while since I added an
episode to this series (hope you've been following a few of the newer ones)
..  but figure it's time to pop this 'name' back to the 'top of the list'
....

So... let's "go thru the drill" ...  "if you are under 18 or in a
geo-political environment that prohibits your reading and enjoying
homo-erotic stories ....  Go away!!!!"  Assuming now that only those who do
enjoy reading about man-on-man action...  read away !!!


Military Days ... Part 7
"Fort Benning - a whole new life"


After I got back to Ft. Polk, LA, from my sojourn in New Orleans, I was up
to my neck in training and whatever, and, although there were a couple guys
I 'saw' in the showers, there was nothing happening.

That's when my 'orders' finally sent me to Ft.Benning and Infantry OCS.
This was 2 years before the massive expansion for Viet Nam (for which I
actually ended up doing a lot of the 'planning').

Those were the "good old days" when you spit-shined your boots - and your
barrack's floors!!!  When you had 34 hours of 'projects' to get done in 24.
("They" said it had something to do with learning to 'prioritize'.)

Of course, there were the days when we took the short-cut and used Pledge
on the floor - only to arrive back later and find the skid marks where the
TAC officer walked in and did a slide and fall onto his ass !!!!  He didn't
find it half as funny as we did !!!

We were an unusual group in our 4-man room.  A mix of two older Army
sergents and two fresh new college guys, but, somehow, we all got along
well and both learned from the others.  Funny side to that ... I never
really paid any attention to any of them physically.  I can't even tell you
today who was hung and/or who wasn't.  It was just too damned busy and too
damned tight.

Then, after about 6 weeks, they shuffled us around.  That time I ended up
in a 2-man room with a skinny kid from Mississippi.  Again, I really didn't
even look that much.  Yes, I saw him naked more than once in the shower and
in the room, but I just didn't respond to it.  Damn!!  I was finally
getting the "straight thing" working.

That's when things started to sort of fall apart.  We had a big 'party
weekend' coming up and since I didn't have a girl-friend locally (I never
got off post, so how could I?)  he asked if I would spend the time with his
wife's friend, who would be driving to Georgia with her.

As your usual dumb roomie says, I answered "sure".  I had seen pics of his
wife, and she was quite nice looking.  How bad could her friend be?
(Stupid!! Stupid!! Question !!)

Let me tell you.... This woman gave new meaning to term "beast"!!!  ..and I
was going to be her "escort" from Friday afternoon until Sunday afternoon.

...... Look...  I never told you that all gay military stories had great
sections !!!!

Anyway ... we rented a couple of motel rooms off-base, and took the
"ladies(?)" there.

I kid you not... when Ivy (aka "poison ivy") walked out to the pool...half
the guys there left !!!  That's when I excused myself for a few minutes,
went to my car, found the nearest liquor store, and bought a quart of gin.

When I got back to my motel room, I poured myself an hefty shot of gin and
ginger (yuk!)  and went back to the pool.  My roommate, his wife, and Ivy
were there... and about 4 other couples - not a single guy in sight!

We did play around together in the pool, when I looked up and saw a very
attractive guy standing in the glass doorway to his room off the pool.

As much as I had tried to play the 'straight-and-narrow' since my last bit
of fun in New Orleans (Chap 6), I really got excited as the guy in the
doorway/window reached down and hefted his package.

I knew he was in my OCS company, but really didn't even know his full name.
He was "Newcastle" ... just a last name.  We had just never really crossed
paths.

As I looked back up at him, he tossed his package again, looked me directly
in the eyes, and smiled.

I couldn't resist.  I winked.

That was all it took.  He backed away, actually opened the sliding glass
door to his room, and disappeared inside.

About that time, my roommate and his wife decided to go back to their room
(I wonder why).. so I suggested that Ivy go back to our's while I needed to
talk to a couple of my classmates.  She didn't argue, but just went back to
the room.  (Little did I know what was on her mind .. .until about an hour
later.)

When she was 'safely in the room', I pulled up out of the pool and headed
over towards Newcastle's room.

As I walked in through the open sliding door, and fought my way through the
heavy drapes... I found him lying on his bed, totally nude.  His left hand
was lifting and stroking his rather well-endowed ball-sack.

"Hi, Peter," he said.

I was amazed that he knew my first name.

"Okay... you got me..." I muttered.  "You know me as 'Peter', but I only
know you as 'Newcastle'."

"Easy enough," he said.  "You sit at the 'Academics Table" with Sean and
George and Jerry.  Everybody knows your names."

"Oh," I mumbled.  That was true.  We were the top 4 academically in the
class and were 'separated' at our own table.  Sean and I had been there the
whole time.  George and Jerry sometimes were replaced, but generally ended
up back at the table after a couple weeks.

I actually never figured out whether that was a good thing ... or not.  Go
figure.

...anyway.. back to the motel ...

"Newcastle" should have been named "Brocco" from his physical attributes.
If ever there was a hot, young, Italian stallion ....and uncut to boot !!!
I looked, I melted, and I just walked over and took a mouthful of hot, hard
cock.  ..and that's the really weird part... I had never sucked a cock in
my life.  ..but I figured he didn't have any lube and I had to get it
'ready'...

I sucked on it for a few minutes, making sure that I had it coated with
more than enough spit and whatever... then I moved up, lifted it up,
straddled his hips, and sat down on it.

"Awwwwww, fuckkkkkkk," he moaned.

"That's what I want," I stated flatly, as I felt his thighs under my
asscheeks.

"Fuck, me, guy!!' I nearly shouted.

"Oh, Yeah!" he groaned back, as he began to lift his ass off the bed and
pound that gorgeous Italian cock into my chute.

As he pounded into me, I was rising and falling onto his cock.

Neither of us were going to last long at that rate, but young and horny, we
weren't worried.  Cum was the word of the day.  And, if we were lucky, and
could find a way to make it happen, that would become a favorite thing
between us.

I had started to pound my cock as his cock was riding in and out of my ass.
"Ohhhhhh, Fuckkkkkkk !" I nearly shouted.  "Ohhhhh, yeah.....
Ohhhhh.. ohhhh..  ohhhh...

I could feel him as his cock started riding over my prostate.  I was going
to either cum or just fuckin' scream!! ...  That's when I started to shoot
my load onto his chest, and I heard him start to moan even heavier and
say...

"Awwwwwwwwwwww!!  Ohhhhhhhhhh!!  Fuckkkkkkkkkk!"  and felt his cock start
to swell and then jerk and throb as it emptied it's load into my hungry
chute.

I didn't say a word as I skewered myself down onto that squirting cock as
it shot about a cup of hot cum into me.  ...four, five, six blasts of
steaming white cream painted my guts.

"Oh, fuck, I needed that," I finally murmured.  "Thanks."

"Me too," he whispered back, as I leaned forward into the lake of my cum on
his body.

"Maybe tomorrow?" I asked hopefully.

"Don't think so," he replied.  "We have too much ahead of us.  Can't risk
it.  Now let's hit the shower and get this shit cleaned off us."

By the time we got into the bathtub/shower and started scrubbing ourselves,
our hot, young libidos decided to re-awaken.  The next thing I knew, I was
facing the back wall with my hands up on each side of my head and that
throbbing, pulsing stallion's cock was back inside my hole and pounding me
again.

This time he reached around me on the right and began to jerk my cock in
rhythm with his thrusts.  Then he began to chew on the side of my neck just
under my right ear.  If it hadn't been slick tile in front of me, I know I
would have climbed right up that wall.

That guy knew what he was doing.  This was no first-time, practice session
for him.  He was obviously and experienced master of things man-to-man.
His left hand was now rubbing up and down and back and forth over my
stomach.

His tongue came out and he licked up my neck and into my ear.

"Nnnnnngggggghhhhhhh......shitttttttttttttt!" I screeched.  Thank goodness
we had closed the bathroom door when we went in, or I'm sure I would have
been heard all the way out to the pool.

With that he shoved his cock in to the hilt and literally lifted my feet
off the bottom of the tub, driving me into the tile wall.

"Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" he groaned.  "Ohhhhhhhhhh, baaabbbbyyyyy!!
Ohhhhhhhh, fuccccckkkkkkk!!!!  Oh!!  Shit!  Shit!  Shit!!" he repeated as I
felt him shooting another unbelievably copious load of ball-juice into my
already filled chute.  He had a really nice big set of balls when we
started and I'm sure by now they were being drained completely

That was all it took to set me off, and I began to paint the tiles with my
own white- washing spooge.  His hand was still wrapped around my cock, but
he had stopped his pounding as soon as he started to fire his own howitzer
up my ass.  I guess my own shivering in response to his flooding my tunnel
was enough to send me over the edge.  The warmth of his hand on my junk
contrasted to the cold tile against the rest of my front side and I was
floating in another dimension until he stepped back and let my feet hit the
porcelain tub-bottom again.

"Damn!" he whispered into my ear.  "I think that was even better."

I didn't bother to even answer as I stepped out of the tub and sat down on
the toilet.  I also didn't comment on the fact that he must have pumped a
freakin' quart of cum up my ass from the amount that ended up coming back
out.

By the time I finished unloading his carefully placed loads, he was
stepping out of the shower, and I stepped back in to finish my own
clean-up.

It was only a couple minutes later when I got out and began to dry off, and
he was already lying on the bed in his regulation skivvies.  As soon as I
was dry, I went and picked up my clothes off the floor by the bed and got
dressed.  There was only silence.  Neither of us spoke.

When I was dressed, I walked out through the sliding glass doorway and went
back to my room - and to the rest of the weekend.

Funny thing... I never did learn his first name, but that's what happens in
a "straight world", where you're just "helping out a buddy".

.....however, I did have a few more episodes/situations while I was wearing
olive green...  so I guess this story line (directory) will get a few more
pages.


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