Date: Sat, 3 Jun 2000 15:46:53 -0400 (EDT)
From: Dave Bryson <svcbn_2000@yahoo.ca>
Subject: shower time

Crap.

I had drawn sentry duty again.  My battalion was doing
live fire training, but we were only in the field from
Monday to Friday.  Weekends were free, for some people
anyway.  Four of us were tagged to stand sentry on the
ammo and the command post setup for the weekend, while
everyone else went home.

I guess I should introduce myself.  My name is Robbie
and I was a 20 year old private in the infantry.  I
loved the army, but was in a constant state of torture
from the scores of hot, fit men that were all around
me but strictly off limits.  I had a chronic case of
blue balls from the endless frustration of never
getting sex.

This little job stank, literally, because we were in
the bush in the middle of nowhere.  No phones, no TV,
no plumbing.  After being hot and sweaty all week from
the July sun, we couldn't even wash -- except for a
bird bath from a wash basin.  Food was hard rations --
nothing fresh at all.  So I spent Friday night and
Saturday cleaning weapons, doing hourly radio checks,
smoking, playing euchre, and sleeping.  And guarding
pallets of ammo.

The ammo made no attempt to run away.

We were disturbed only by chipmunks.

I was hot, bored, and dirty.

Crap.

On Sunday, around dinnertime, our Sergeant showed up.
He was clean, well rested and cheerful.  Bastard.

"Alright.  I'm going to drive you up to the base camp
two at a time for showers and laundry.  First two
Andrews and Brandt."  Andrews was me.  Brandt was
Paul, a 22 year old with a lot of attitude, but we got
along.  We grabbed our shower stuff and dirty laundry
and climbed in the back of the truck.  The base camp
was a 40-minute drive over the dustiest roads in NATO.

The sergeant dropped us off at the showers and told us
he'd be back in an hour and a half, he had to take
care of some paperwork.  It was more likely he'd be in
the canteen watching baseball and drinking beer, but
we were happy to get out of the field for as long as
possible.

The toilets, showers and washing machines were in a
Quonset hut, everything subdivided by plywood walls
painted in that shade of green that is supposed to
encourage learning in schools, promote healing in
hospitals, and persuade you to talk in a police
station.  The old place was huge actually, meant for a
lot of troops, but deserted except for us.

We threw our laundry in first, so it would wash while
we washed.  We stripped down right there so we could
clean the clothes we were wearing too and we walked
naked to the showers.  I followed Paul down the hall
staring at his round butt.  Paul wasn't that tall,
maybe 5'7", but kind of broad with wide shoulders and
powerful limbs.  He was blonde all over, with a
generous helping of hair on his arms, legs, chest and
flat stomach, and a smattering on his ass too.  I was
taller, 6', slender build, brown hair and smooth from
the waist up.

The shower room we used was big enough for about 8
guys, but enclosed by cinder blocks and poorly lit.
We let the water run for awhile, to get all the cold
water out of the pipes.  Both of us just stood under the
hot water for awhile, letting all the dust and grime
wash off.  I was slyly checking out Paul's dick out of
the corner of my eye.  He had a good sized, fat, uncut
cock, about 7".  Mine was similar sized but I was cut.
 I closed my eyes and rubbed my shoulders under the
beating water.

"Watcha thinkin about, Robbie?"  Paul asked me.  "Yer
getting hard.  Maybe yer thinking about getting it on
with me, maybe yer a fag."  Paul's tone of voice was
odd.  He sounded like he was joking but I was
suspicious.  I looked over at him and he was grinning,
fondling his own semi-hardon.   "What, you want some
of this?" he smirked.

I didn't have a hardon, but reached down and started
to feel myself up.  "Christ," I said, "any guy who
hasn't jerked off for as long as us ought to have a
rod of iron."

"I know man, I gotta get off," Paul almost moaned.
This was weird.  Paul was a red-blooded heterosexual
who never heard a fag joke he didn't like.  Not the
kind of guy I would expect to start hauling on his
dick in the barracks shower in front of me.  He was
full on hard now and stroking himself with his head
back and his eyes closed.

I didn't know what to do.

This was pretty unexpected.  I decided that he
intended to jack off in the shower together, which was
okay by me, so I started pumping myself.  It felt
unbelievably hot knowing that Paul was doing the same
thing right beside me.

I looked over and saw that he was watching me, his
eyes riveted to my crotch.  "Fuck," I said, "it's been
too fucking long since I got off."

"Yeah," Paul answered, a little breathlessly, his eyes
still on my crotch.  Enough is enough, I said to
myself, and I reached over and grabbed Paul's cock.  I
stroked him slowly while I fondled his balls.  Paul
closed his eyes, sucked in his breath, and let out a
long groan.  I sped up the rhythm and Paul put his
hand on my shoulder, squeezing hard.

Good enough for me, I thought, and I got down on my
knees.  I licked his balls and the base of his cock,
just brushing the head on my cheek, smearing myself
with his pre-cum.  I looked up and we locked eyes for
a few seconds; he was wordlessly begging, so I took
him into my mouth and started sucking.  This went over
well.

I started to use my left hand on his balls, his
thighs.  I probed the spot between his nuts and his
asshole and then felt the globes of his hairy ass. I
played with the hair at the top of his ass crack and
started to work my fingers in between his cheeks.  I
found his hole and started to push it and rub it.  He
still seemed receptive, so I started to slide a finger
in.  Paul was crying out now, and he came with a gush
against the back of my throat.  His legs trembled and
I literally had to hold his legs to keep them from
buckling.

"Oh God, Robbie.  That was fucking awesome," he
gasped.  I stood up but stayed close, my still hard
dick poking his stomach.  "Fuck me, Robbie," he
demanded.

I could hardly believe this, except that he bent down
and pulled his cheeks apart, his pink hole staring at
me.  I grabbed some shampoo for lube and started
finger fucking him.  He was tight.  After one finger
and then two, I rubbed my cock head up and down his
crack and against his hole and then pushed slowly to
enter him.  I took it slowly, but he let out quite a
yell anyway.  I stopped and asked him if he was okay,
holding his hips.

"Keep going, fuck me," was his answer, strained as it
was.  I slowly worked the rest in and held still for a
few minutes.  I waited until he started to relax a
little before I started stroking in and out.  When I
did build up a rhythm, it didn't take me long to cum.
My orgasm almost made me black out it was so good and
I swear I could see stars.  I blew a huge load in his
ass as the water from the showerhead beat down on us.
Thank god no one was around, because neither of us had
been very quiet.  I pulled out my now soft cock.

"Thanks," I said to Paul, but he wouldn't look me in
the eye; he just started to wash himself under the
shower.  As if nothing had just happened, we finished
our showers, put our laundry in the dryer, and sat
down to wait.  Actually, I sat down to wait.  Paul
paced around uncomfortably, like his ass hurt, which
I'm sure it did.  I think it was his first time.
Neither of us spoke.

When everything was dry we got dressed and when the
sergeant came by in the truck we headed back to camp.
Everything carried on as normal from there.  Paul was
his usual pugnacious self except that when the four of
us sat down to play euchre after dinner he couldn't
seem to sit still.  I was a little worried about him,
but a private conversation would have been hard to
arrange and I wouldn't know how to bring the subject
up with him anyway.

The rest of the unit showed up on Monday morning and I
was solidly occupied until Friday afternoon when the
exercise finished.  Everyone was trucked back up top
and we were all free for the weekend.  Soldiers being
soldiers, dinner and showers were the only things that
stood between us and a night of hard drinking.  I went
to the bar with everyone else but came back around
midnight by myself.  I was tired and had had enough.
My roommate in the barracks was visiting his sister
for the weekend, so I had the place to myself.  I
turned the stereo on before I passed out on my bed
fully clothed with the light on.

I was awakened by an impatient knock.  I looked at the
clock -- 2:30 am -- just when all the boys who didn't
get lucky would be getting back from the bar, drunk
and obnoxious.  I tried to ignore the knocking for a
minute but it wouldn't go away.  I answered the door.

Paul shoved his way in and closed the door behind him.
He turned off the light, undid his pants, and pulled
his cock out.  I watched him start to stroke himself
by the light of the streetlight coming in the second
storey window.  I walked over to him and gave him a
hand, which got a series of "ooh mans" and "oh yeahs"
out of him.

I let go of Paul's dick and started to take all my
clothes off.  When I was completely naked I started to
undress him, pausing to feel him up once in a while.
When he was naked too, I pushed him gently on the bed
on his back and started blowing him.  When he was
breathing hard, he pulled my face off his crotch and
begged to be fucked.

Since fucking other guys in the shacks wasn't
something I did every weekend, I can't say I had
everything to hand.  But I found some lube and a towel
and I was plowing his butt with my fingers before too
long.  When I figured he was ready, I took hold of his
ankles, lifted his legs back and pushed against him.
He guided my cock to his asshole himself.  It was
painfully obvious how badly he wanted to be fucked.

Once I was in and pumping him, I tried to keep the
things slow to make it last.  I made sure not to touch
his dick directly and started rubbing his chest hair
and playing with his nipples.  I decided to go all the
way on him and leaned forward to kiss him on the
mouth.  At first he resisted and turned his cheek but
I persisted.  He gave in to passion and started to
return it; our tongues met and our lips ground
together.

I sped up the rhythm and unable to hold back blew my
load inside him with a groan.  I grabbed his stiff
cock and stroked it fast and hard.  Only a couple of
seconds of this sent him right over the edge into
ecstasy. I lay down on top of him and we held each
other wordlessly.  I remember falling asleep like that
but when I woke up in the morning he was gone.

That went on for about six months.  He'd catch me in
my room alone, lock the door behind him and we'd make
each other cum.  We never got caught, although it was
close a couple of times.  We never talked about it
either, even though our steamy sex was clearly
becoming more and more like lovemaking.  It all ended
when Paul got sent to another base for an advanced
course.  While he was gone, I snapped my left leg in
three places by falling into an old trench during a
company attack -- medical discharge.  I never saw him
again, but I think about when I jerk off all the time.