Date: Sat, 07 Aug 1999 19:45:04 EDT
From: Siegfried Wagner <siegfried_nd@hotmail.com>
Subject: Soldier Boy

To this day the following story gives me jack-off material almost twenty
years on. More importantly however, it was a defining moment in my young
life.

In my late teens, the summer before I went to university, my parents took
me away for the best part of a week to visit old friends of theirs. It was
a visit we made from time to time. Tom and Julie lived in a town about
three hours' drive away. It was a town in which there was an army garrison,
a place that fascinated me. An army career was one of the options I was
considering once I had completed my degree.

We arrived at lunchtime. After eating, I left the old friends to their
reminiscences and went exploring. For a young man of seventeen I was quite
the innocent, as in those days to most people living outside of London,
"gay" still meant happy. Although the law had changed in the 1960s, the
social taboo attached to men with men was very strong. I was aware how
attractive I found guys and also that the more masculine and even rough
they appeared, the sexier I found them. But I was afraid to think too much
about what this might mean.

I was sitting on a wall beside the army camp overlooking the river watching
out for cute soldiers to admire when a guy of about twenty-five sat down
beside me and said hello. He was in uniform, the jacket of which was
stretched tight across a broad chest. He was dark haired with big brown
eyes, had a tight crew cut and deeply tanned skin. There was a scar along
the side of his face, which in no way effected his good looks but made him
appear sort of dangerous and made me feel horny.

"Never seen you around before, are you local?" he asked.

I explained that I was from out of town visiting friends for a few days. He
asked me my age and I added a year telling him I was eighteen. He told me I
was a fine lad for my age and asked me about school and friends and girl
friends. When I told him I had no steady girl friend he said,

"Just as well, we lads can get on better without them".

I laughed quite inanely as I gazed at his beautiful eyes babbling something
about none of us being around at all if men and women didn't get together.
He wasn't going to give up. At first I thought perhaps he didn't like women
very much but when he went on to say with a grin that apart from making
babies men could do most other things together, I began to understand.
Winking at me he said, "you know what I mean". I looked at his hands they
were beautifully veined and long and one had moved to his crotch and begun
to move up and down on a big bulge in his uniform pants. Yes, innocent or
not, I knew precisely what he meant. I wasn't as frightened as I thought I
should be, but I began to make excuses and started to leave. He barked at
me to stay where I was. There was no arguing with his tone -- and I
stayed willingly.

We talked a little longer there on the wall. We established a mutual
interest in contact sports, especially wrestling. He spoke of some of his
experiences on the mat with soldiers in his regiment. He was never overly
explicit in what he said but he was getting me so riled up that I couldn't
sit still and my cock was tightly trapped in my underpants. Finally,

"Come on boy", he said. "I know you'd like to touch me down there.

He looked me straight in the eye.

"I've seen you look at my package and I sure want to hold yours and show
you how men can have fun without women".

I was speechless but very excited and my jeans were showing that very
clearly. He smiled a knowing smile, told me to give five minutes for him to
move out of sight of the barrack gates and then to follow him. He described
where he would be waiting.

I got to the spot as we had arranged. It was the corner of a short street
of small four-roomed houses.

"This is where I live" he said. "There was just me and my dad, but he died
last year, so now it's just me".

Inside, the house was really neat and tidy. We went through a sitting room
and then up the stairs into a kind of den with a bed. There were trophies
everywhere, for sports of all kinds, and not just wrestling. Trevor, that
was his name, had won all of them. He was quite an accomplished sportsman.
Once we were in the room and facing each other, he quickly removed his
jacket, boots and trousers. He looked incredible standing there in his tee
shirt and jockeys. He stretched the material of both to the limit. He was a
magnificent specimen of manhood. I felt my mouth hanging wide open as I
drank him in. He was smiling and asked me if I was going to strip down so
that we could go a round or two. I quickly got out of my shirt, jeans and
runners and stood there in jockeys and socks. I had a good body too but
nothing like him. Nevertheless he said,

"You're one cute kid".

With that he grabbed me and we wrestled each other to the floor.

In a second he was on top of me and his cock was rock hard against my
thigh.  He looked into my eyes smiling, grabbed my head and kissed me
roughly. For the first time a man had his mouth on mine and forced a strong
and probing tongue into my mouth. He put his left hand on my ass and pulled
me tightly into him. I was in heaven. We stayed like that for ages rolling
around on the floor, first Trevor on top then me on top and so on until we
both pulled apart falling onto our backs.

"Jesus, little guy, you sure can kiss", he said.

Both sets of underwear were stained with precum, really wet. We both
noticed and laughed although I wasn't quite sure what I was laughing at.
With nothing said we got out of the remainder of our clothes and moved to
the bed. I sat on the end and as he approached me I opened my mouth
automatically and took his beautiful 8" uncut, veined cock into my mouth.
It was pure instinct. It went down as far as I could take it and out again.
He held my head but didn't force me. Looking upwards I saw his flat tanned
stomach and powerful chest right above me. I could see those large brown
nipples up there that I also wanted to suck and lick. I wanted every bit of
him I wanted to be part of him and him of me. I wanted him to truly take me
completely. I didn't really know what that might mean. I just knew that I
felt it. I stopped what I was doing, pulled away to take a breath and said
very shakily,

"My God, Trevor, I feel like I want you to completely take me over -- to
possess me".

He looked at me seriously and said,

"All in good time boy, all in good time".

With that, he lifted me up and threw me onto the bed kissing me hard again.
He then began to trace his tongue down to my hard nipples. He nipped me
there a few times making me gasp as he moved down to my navel tonguing it
until it tickled. He ran his tongue up along my 7" cock into the slit at
the tip and then covering the top with his lips, he took the whole thing
down into his throat. He literally swallowed it whole, right down. I
remember rolling my head uncontrollably from side to side on the pillow as
I started to gasp and whimper. I swear I could feel his tonsils massaging
the top of my prick. I came immediately; pumping shot after shot of hot cum
into his oesophagus. He swallowed it all back and then eased up along my
body to kiss me. It was a gentle kiss and it tasted beautiful, the taste of
his saliva and my cum mixed.

As Trevor ran his hands through my hair and along my throat and neck I
began to notice a change in his demeanour. His scar became more noticeable
and a hard look came into his eyes, not cruel but hard.

"You wanted to be possessed boy", he said, "well that's what's going to
happen. I'm going to fuck you".

I didn't fully understand what he was going to do. I didn't really know how
men fucked although I had a fair idea from dirty jokes in school and
remarks in the locker room. All I could say was,

"I don't care what you do to me, I want you so badly. But please don't hurt
me".

"It may hurt a bit at first" he said, "but I will give you pleasure, of
that you can be certain".

It was before AIDS so condoms didn't feature then. Trevor smeared his
fingers with Vaseline and inserted one of them into my ass with no
warning. It hurt for a second, but then it felt good, very good. Over the
next few minutes he inserted two more fingers and I could feel my hole
being stretched. I asked him to take it easy but he just kept on going
looking into my eyes with that hard look. Then he stopped. He knelt over me
and I looked up at this Adonis, this magnificent man and shouted at him,

"For Christ's sake fuck me, and fuck me hard"

It was as if the floodgates opened. He jumped on me, put my legs on his
shoulders and positioned himself to enter me. In one hard merciless push he
was in me up to his balls. The pain was excruciating and I screamed. He
covered my mouth with his and he kissed me until I went silent. Then
everything began to feel different. It began to feel good. I began to beg
him to fuck me harder. He told me he would love to fuck me forever, as my
virgin ass was so tight. He told me to beg for his dick and I did. I
pleaded with him to keep fucking me. I didn't want him to stop. I was drunk
with his sheer magnificence. Then I began to feel my balls tighten. He
fucked harder telling me he was in so far he was going to dump his load up
into my stomach. Then he lunged and held, his face went red and distorted,
his mouth opened wide and a strangled voice uttered,

"Aaarghhh fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuck -- I'm cumming arrgh--"

At exactly the same time the sensation, which had started in my balls, rose
through my cock and without touching myself or being touched, I came for
the second time rising off the bed to meet his rigid body and shouting
something equally mindless. We held on in that rigid pose for a long
time. Our cumming seemed to go on forever. We locked into a hard kiss as
our screams became stilled and then we relaxed into a light sleep with
Trevor still inside his boy. Later we had a bath together holding each
other a great deal and I got back to Tom and Julie's in plenty of time for
dinner.

I told the folks that I'd met some kids up town and we'd gone fishing at
the river and later on went over to hang out at the council tennis
courts. They were happy believing that I'd met up with kids my own age. The
adults could play catch up for the next few days content in the knowledge
that I had places to go and friends to be with. I wasn't going to make them
any the wiser as Trevor and I planned to meet each of the following four
days if that was possible. As things turned out, it was and we did.

We never saw each other again after those few days. But he had a profound
effect on my life. I can honestly say that throughout the many years that
have followed, and remembering the many men who have given me pleasure, I
have never experienced a more beautiful man than the one who took my
virginity and introduced me to the pleasures of man sex.

I never did join the army, although I've kept an active interest in
soldiers and guys in uniform. No, I became a doctor, a more gentle career,
one that is in some ways the very opposite to a military one. My practice
however is in a town, which has a very large military base.

Now, that I wouldn't change for anything.

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