Date: Sun, 29 Oct 2000 10:50:14 -0500 (EST)
From: svcbn_2000@yahoo.ca
Subject: On Shift - gay male - military

On Shift.

"Hey!  Davy!  Davy!  Get up!"  I got shaken roughly as
the voice became more urgent.  "Get up.  It's your
shift."

"Alright," I said, moaning.  Waking up at Zero Dark
Stupid for radio watch was not much fun.  Of course,
listening to the teaming rain outside, sentry duty
would be worse.  I sat up, but still encased in my
mummy sleeping bag.  The worst part would be getting
dressed.  I held my breath and waited for the shock of
the cold April air to hit my chest.  Groping around, I
grabbed my t-shit and tried to put it on while
untangling my dog tags at the same time.  I pulled on
my pants and threw on my combat shirt, but didn't
bother buttoning it up.  I pulled on my combat boots,
not lacing them either, slapped on my hat, put on my
coat, and unzipped the tent.  I crawled out into the
rain, taking my rifle with me.  After I closed the
tent back up, I set off for the command post with my
rifle in one hand and my wet webbing in the other.

At the CP, I dropped my webbing and rifle in the
designated spot and knocked on the door a couple of
times.  I turned the handle, opened the door, climbed
the steps, and went into the dark box.  The radio van
was a big box on a truck chassis.  I closed the door
behind me and the blackout lights came back on
automatically.  I blinked in the sudden light.

"Took you long enough," said Pete.  Pete was one of
the other signallers.  He was sitting, or more
accurately sprawled, in the jump seat wearing just a
t-shirt that showed off his huge pecs and biceps.
Pete was a gym freak even among guys who keep
themselves fit.  "Nothing's going on at all.  The
radio's dead.  Instructions are on the wall.  I'm outa
here."  Pete started to get dressed.

I sat down beside Lieutenant Moore, the Duty Officer,
who was engrossed in a porno mag, on the bench seat,
which was the only space left.  The box was a tiny,
crowded prison cell.  I picked up the radio log and
flipped through it; there was nothing but the minimum
of routine traffic.  I was expecting little else.

Once Pete was gone, I took his place on the jump seat
and started pulling off my coat and combat shirt.  The
two of them had the crew heater going full blast
against the cold rainy weather and the box was more
like a sweat box.  I bent over to finish lacing my
boots, checking out the officer on the sly.  He was a
good looking guy in his early 20's, wearing a t-shirt
combat pants and boots.  He was completely absorbed in
his porno mag and his boner was pretty obvious through
the loose combat pants.  He must be wearing boxers, I
thought.  Moore was tall, maybe 6'2", thin, and very
fair and blond, with deep blue eyes.  Despite his thin
frame, he was pretty muscular and he obviously worked
out.  A stud.

I was just turned 20, 5'9", brown hair, brown eyes,
fair skin.  I was in pretty good shape from playing on
the squadron hockey team all winter.  We were pretty
competitive and practiced hard.  The finals were due
to start in a week.  I settled into a comfortable
position and waited.  And waited.  I knew that there
would be no important radio traffic tonight.
Yesterday morning had been a big defensive battle to
finish off the first part of the exercise we were all
on, this afternoon was maintenance, tonight was
supposed to be a chance for everyone to catch up on
some sleep before the offensive phase started
tomorrow.  There was deathly quiet on the net.

"Here."  Moore handed me the porno he was reading and
picked up another from the pile on the desk.  I
started idly flipping through it.  It was a raunchy
one, with lots of fuck pictures, so I looked at all
the cocks.

I looked at Moore again from the corner of my eye.
His hand was on his crotch, rubbing it, but trying to
be inconspicuous at the same time.  He wasn't fooling
me.

"Christ, I'm horny," he exclaimed.  "If it wasn't
fucking raining, I'd go outside and jack off."

"Go right ahead, Sir," I stated flatly.  "You know
that signallers have a code of silence."

"Like hell you do," Moore retorted.  "But it looks
like you need to jack off too."  I was sprawled out
with my legs wide open and my 7" dick was indeed
partly hard from checking out the hot guy in front of
me.  Combat pants aren't very good at hiding that sort
of thing.

So I stuck my hand down my pants and stroked myself.
"I was having some good dreams, Sir."  I said straight
facedly, but looking him in the eye.  Moore just
laughed and put his own hand down his pants.  I
decided that this was a signal for me to keep going.
It was rare, but not unheard of for straight guys in
the army to jerk off in the same room together.  I'd
done it a couple of times before in the barracks, and
nothing ever came of those.  I figured that this was
another one of those times.

I undid my self and pulled both my pants and boxers
down to my ankles.  I closed my eyes and started to
jerk my rapidly hardening cock.  After a good 10 or 15
seconds of that, I looked at Moore.   He was staring
at me, his eyes fixed on my boner, his hand still
touching his own inside his pants.  His facial
expression was one of astonishment but with a tiny bit
of anticipation thrown in too.  "Come on, Sir.  We
jerk off in front of each other all the time.  It's no
big deal."   Not quite true, but I wanted him naked
too.  I massaged my balls.

I could see him thinking about it, but hesitating.  I
decided to act.  I leaned over, undid his pants, and
grabbed his dick.  He didn't offer any resistance.  I
stroked it a few times; it was rock hard.

"Do you have a girlfriend," he asked me.

"No, Sir."  I said.  "Do you?"

"No."

I tugged on his pants and started to pull them all the
way down; he raised his butt up off the seat to help
me.  I went to the door and combat locked it from the
inside.  Then I knelt down between his legs and
started to lick the head of his impressively large,
circumcised cock.

He was pretty stirred up already, so I went slowly.  I
took his whole dick in to my mouth, as far as I could
get it before I slowly sucked it on it's way back out,
pausing at the edge of the mushroom head.  He was
squirming now and pushing on the back of my head.  I
pulled on his balls continued to suck him.  He was
making a fair bit of noise now, but the between the
crew heater and the rain, no one could have heard us,
even if they were standing right outside.  This went
on for five minutes before I felt his nut sac tighten
and he filled my mouth with cum.

I sat down on the bench seat beside him, my bare leg
touching his, and went back to jerking my own cock.  I
turned my head so I was looking straight at him.  He
took the hint and took my cock in his hand.  After a
few slow strokes he started going like a jackhammer on
me, rubbing my inner thighs with his other hand.  I
came like a gusher in short order.

"Whew."  I said, profoundly.  "That was awesome, Sir.
We should always be on shift together."

He never tried to change the duty roster, but when the
next exercise came along, for some reason I was
assigned as his driver.