Date: Wed, 06 Nov 2002 06:13:31 -0500
From: Steve / Puerilis <puerilis@hotmail.com>
Subject: PFC Cutie (m/m mil, oral, true)

Last time, I told you about Chris and I hooking up on his last weekend in
Korea.  I feel like I started in the middle of the story though.  My sexual
experiences in the military started about four years earlier.

It was summer of 1988, and I was 28 years old.  My latest "fuck buddy" had
been coming over less and less.  I guess that's the problem with younger
guys...they lose interest fast.  My two relationships had been pretty  much
one-sided.  I sucked dick, and I got fucked.  I was pretty content, but, I
guess they weren't.  My latest guy was getting married, because his
"girlfriend" was pregnant.

I was just a regular guy.  I was masculine, and most people would not have
thought I was gay.  I was feeling pretty shitty, though.  I had a good job
as a nurse, but I really didn't think that I would be satisfied passing out
pills for the rest of my life.  Since I had very little to keep me in my
hometown, I joined the Regular Army.  I had been in the National Guard for
about four years.  I called a recruiter and asked him about my options.

Turned out, I could join the Regular Army...enter as an E-5 (SGT) and just
go to my first duty station.  (Since I had been in the National Guard, I had
already been to basic training...SHIT! never want to do that again!) Ten
days after I called that recruiter, I was in the Army.  I took my oath, sold
all my stuff, and moved 120 miles south to Ft. Knox.  I wasn't exactly
seeing the world, but I was away from home.

I adapted to military life pretty quickly.  Even though I was an NCO
(Noncomissioned Officer) I lived in the barracks.  At the time, enlisted
billeting for single guys was plentiful.  If I wanted to live off-post,
I would have to pay for it myself.  I decided to live in the barracks.
I LOVED living in the barracks!  I had a single room, but we had a
common latrine...you know the kind...a bunch of sinks, some urinals and
stalls...and a gang shower!  That was really my favorite part!  I wasn't
really sure who had invented this Army stuff as a "paying" job, but I
wanted to thank them...HELL! I lived with about 40 guys between the ages of
17 and 26, AND I got to see them naked!  Some military guy, years ago, who
decided that Army guys should live together, deserves a BIG pat on the back!
  (He MUST have been family!  :-)  )

The showers were great.  I got to see a LOT of young dick, but it was
pretty frustrating.  I wasn't allowed to touch.  That sucked, big time!
I kept telling myself that I needed to find an outlet for my sexual
frustration when it just kind of appeared before my eyes one day in
the PX latrine.

I had been stationed at Ft. Knox for about three months.  I was doing
some early Christmas shopping on a crappy, rainy Saturday afternoon.
I went into the latrine and there was a young guy...appeared to be
about 22, maybe 5'9" 155, with dark hair, washing his hands.  What I
needed to do required a stall, so I made my way over to the last one,
and set about my business.  I had just dropped my jeans and underwear
and sat down when I heard the other stall goor open and close.  I heard
the very obvious sounds of another guy taking down his pants and sitting
down on the other commode.  It was then that I realized that the little
cutie I had seen washing his hands, had never left.  I never heard the
outer door open and close, so there was a little stud sitting, not three
feet away from me, with his pants around his ankles.

It was at this point, that I noticed the glory hole carved into the wall
between the stalls.  Sitting there on that commode, I began to remember
all the sex I used to have...I thought about all the guys I was seeing
naked every day...and I started to get hard.  I was pretty boned up, with my
dick pointing up to my navel, when I glanced over to the glory hole.  I
could see that cutie over there, and he was stroking on a thick, seven inch,
cut hard-on.  I could see him over there, and he was playing with his dick,
and it reminded me so much of the first dick I had ever sucked.  It wasn't
long, and I was stroking too.  He went through all of the usual glory hole
rituals...he tapped his foot...he wiggled his finger in the hole...what he
didn't realize was that he was dealing with a glory hole virgin.  Finally,
he got tired of pussy-footing around, and passed me a note through the hole.
  With shaking hands, I took it.  It read, "Do you like to suck, or be
sucked?"  I wrote back, "Both!"  He then wrote, Stick your dick through the
hole...I'd love to suck it for you!"  It was then that I figured out what
all the foot-tapping and finger-wiggling was all about.  (I was so naive!)

HELL! I did what he asked, and within seconds, he was slurping on my rod.  I
couldn't believe it!  I was on a military installation, getting my dick
sucked by another guy, who, I correctly assumed, was in the Army too.  I let
him do me for a while, but I didn't cum.  I wanted to see if I could suck
his dick too.  I pulled out, put my finger up to the hole and wiggled
(see...I was paying attention earlier).  Almost immediately, a beautiful,
fat, circumcised cock, trimmed with a thick black bush, was thrust through
the hole.  I fondled it tentatively for a few seconds, when I heard, "Suck
me, dude."

A million thoughts went through my head.  He could be an undercover
cop, sent by the Pentagon, to find, and arrest all the fags at Ft. Knox.
Then I thought, maybe he's a gay-basher, hanging out in bathrooms,
looking for a "gay" to "bash."  I forgot about all of that when I noticed a
big drop of pre-cum ready to drip off the end of his luscious looking penis,
and I swallowed his meat to the base.  He let out an audible gasp, and I
went to work.  It had been several months, but it's like they say...it's
like riding a bike...you never forget!  :-)  I was making sweet, tender love
to his meat when he hissed, "Hurry up...we don't want to get caught."

It was then that I realized what I was doing, and where I was doing it,
and got down to business.  Less than 2 minutes later, he was shooting
a tasty load in my mouth.  GAWD! I had missed that taste!

Two minutes later, he had zipped up and left...I had shot my load on my
t-shirt.  I had to zip my wind breaker to hide the stain.  I didn't
figure I would ever see him again, but I left that latrine happy.

A few weeks later, I had SDNCO (Staff Duty NCO), and just who do you
think was my driver?  It was none other than PFC Cutie!

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