Date: Sat, 14 May 2016 14:46:36 +0300
From: Cooper Max <lmd4208@gmail.com>
Subject: TDY to Fort Hood, The Great Place (Military)

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		     TDY to Fort Hood, The Great Place

	Captain James Hershfield's strolled into the gymnasium at mid
morning. He hadn't felt this refreshed in weeks. He had actually gotten a
full nights rest and slept past his usual 0400 wake up. Ever since he
started his medical school rotation at Darnall Army Hospital, he'd barely
had time to breath or sleep, let alone work out. Today was an anomaly; a
day off from the medical grind. He had thought his life at the Uniformed
Services University of Health Sciences, the military's medical school, was
demanding but he was beginning to see that his rotations and residency may
beat the life out of him before he ever truly got to enjoy being a
practicing Army doctor.

	The gym was oddly quiet and desolate. James figured with it being
mid morning, most of Fort Hood's many thousands of soldiers were already at
work in their unit areas. A bunch of units were out on the training ranges
too. CPT Hershfield had been treating all their injuries on his last few
shifts at the hospital and hearing their `war stories' in the process. From
what the soldiers were telling him, life never slowed down at Ft. Hood
between training and deployments.

	James had tried to come to the gym once before during PT hours;
terrible mistake. He could barely move, let alone work out, because the
place was so packed with soldiers clamoring for exercise equipment and free
weights. Apparently the rule most military installations lived by `no gym
during PT hours' didn't always get enforced. CPT Hershfield was happy not
have to wait for the exercise equipment but working out wasn't quite as fun
without handsome men to sneak peeks at in between sets. From what CPT
Hershfield had seen at the hospital, Ft. Hood had no shortage of in shape,
sexy men.

	CPT Hershfield plowed into his workout; he needed to burn off the
stress. James looked at himself in the tall towering mirrors and smiled.
Despite grueling hours at medical school, he had fought to get in his
exercise time. His six foot two, lean, chiseled frame hadn't changed too
much despite the poor diet and lack of sleep. He ran his fingers through
his short blond hair, his brown eyes glancing around with hope that some
handsome soldier would saunter in and start working out too.

	Finally, covered in sweat, CPT Hershfield headed off to the
showers. James had always enjoyed long showers as a way to relax his mind
and muscles. With the day off, he was in no hurry today. He'd even jump in
the dry sauna room for a bit.

	To his disappointment, the locker room was empty. James quickly
stripped down and set off for the dry sauna room. He'd do his favorite
rotation; sweat it up in the dry sauna, jump into the steam room, take a
cold shower, return to the dry sauna, back to the steam room, take a cold
shower and continue until he got bored.

	James flung open to the door and with no surprise, found the room
completely empty.

	`Seriously, where the fuck is every body? Is it a training holiday
that I don't know about? Not one hot guy in this entire gym?' James thought
to himself in frustration, sighing audibly to an empty room.

	He twisted the switch and flung himself down onto the wooden bench.
Faster than he expected, the room started to get hot. He sat there for a
few minutes, jumped out, hit the steam room and then rinsed off in the
shower. While darting through the locker room, on this first rotation, his
excitement built as he heard shuffling, voices and lockers
closing. Rounding a corner quickly to investigate, his heart sunk Ð just
some elderly retirees.

	James began his rotation again: dry sauna Ð no one Ð steam
room Ð no one Ð and upon getting to the shower again Ð no one. His
frustration boiled over into placid acceptance. He relaxed into his cold
shower when he heard the shuffling of flip-flops behind him. Darting a
quick glance over his shoulder expecting to see one of the retirees, his
eyes bolted wide and he turned his head back to the wall quickly.

	Shifting nervously as his pulse started to beat harder, CPT
Hershfield furtively stole another glance at the shower's new occupant.

	The man was short and thick chested. His head was completely
shaved; it shone and reflected in the shower's light. CPT Hershfield, who
had now shifted his body in a way to allow longer and less obvious staring,
guessed the man to be in his mid 30s.

	The man was now standing in a powerful stream of hot water; the
steam billowing up and starting to fill the shower space. The man shifted
to allow the water to spray his back, the hair on his thick, muscled chest
clinging to his body. His blue eyes met James' brown eyes. The man nodded a
nonchalant acknowledgment of James' presence and turned around again; not
giving James a second look. He had a gruff, no nonsense look to him; almost
intimidating. James guessed that this guy was one of those people that only
smiled when he had to smile.

	James was suddenly very glad he was taking a cold shower. This guy
fit somewhere in between James' favorite categories Ð bear and
daddy. James shifted again uncomfortably, wondering if it was obvious that
he was taking an abnormally long shower. He glanced over again at the
man. If he noticed, he gave no sign that he did as he soaped up his thick
thighs. James almost popped an instant woody despite the very cold shower
as the man turned his back to James and soaped up his squat, muscular ass
with soap; the muscles on his back rippled and reflected in the shower
light at the same time.

	The man turned to rinse off his muscled bubble butt and then began
to soap up his cock in an `all about the business' way. James couldn't help
but notice the man's large nuts and cock though James couldn't really tell
how big it'd be hard. The man had a thick bush Ð clearly not too
concerned with keeping things overly tidy down there. James imagined the
guy probably thought it was too metrosexual to trim or shave down there.

	Without a word, the man shut off his shower and walked out not
giving James even a parting glance. James waited a very long five minutes
and followed him.

	The man headed towards a locker and an Army Uniform spread out on
one of the tan wooden benches. Luckily, James own bright red gym bag sat a
comfortable distance away from the man but still within an easy view. CPT
Hershfield hurried towards his bag and tried to look casually occupied with
sorting through its contents while drying himself off.

	James could only make out the rank on the uniform because the gold
was so noticeable; a gold oak leaf. This man was a Major Ð a field grade
officer. The man shifted his uniform so CPT Hershfield could see the unit
patch. The gruffness made more sense as James stared at his first cav patch
- this guy had to be a field grade Armor officer. From the look of the
patch on his other sleeve, he had deployed Ð likely multiple times Ð
to Afghanistan and/or Iraq.

	James thought the man would be drying off and getting dressed but
he threw his shower materials into his bag and headed towards the dry
room. He walked right by James and gave a stiff `hey' as he walked by
without bothering to look at James.

	James mind raced. `Is it too risky to follow this guy? Would that
be too obvious?'

	James again waited a few minutes while building his courage. He
thought that he'd be able to play off any suspicion although CPT Hershfield
did have an inkling of fear Ð this guy was huge and tough looking.

	Taking a deep breath, James walked towards the dry
sauna. Confidently, he swung open the door and sat down across from the
Major without giving him a single word or look. James picked an indistinct
part of the wall slightly to the right and above the Major to stare at
while trying to appear uninterested and inattentive.

	The Major shifted. James kept giving quick glances at the man
trying to take in more of his features; clean shaven, square face,
symmetrical head Ð being bald suited this man well. James noticed a
slight golden glint. He looked closer. The man was wearing a wedding
band. James quickly glanced at his own wedding band and sighed.

	The man didn't seem to notice CPT Hershfield at all. He was staring
blankly ahead either completely lost in deep thought or maybe not thinking
about anything at all. The man stood abruptly and again exited without a
word.

	CPT Hershfield thought to himself `Well he's clearly not giving off
any signals. No surprise with that wedding band of his on. Oh well. He was
still fun to look at!'

	James relaxed a little and decided to spend a few extra minutes in
the dry sauna Ð no sense in pursuing the guy with zero indication he was
interested.

	After a good fifteen minutes, James imagined the other guy was
probably packed up and gone. Still not ready to go home, he decided he'd
make one last stop at the steam room.

	James flung the door open and steam billowed out. It was dark and
he couldn't see well. He entered and flopped down still not being able to
see too well. A grunt from the opposite corner startled James and drew his
attention. The Major was sitting in the corner with no towel on; completely
naked. CPT Hershfield couldn't help but stare.

	The man's deep, serious voice cut through the steam like a knife,
"Do you have a fucking problem?"

	"Sorry, what was that?" CPT Hershfield muttered in a startled,
confused tone.

	"I said do you have a fucking problem. I saw you in the shower. The
locker room. The dry sauna. And now here in the steam room. Looks like
you're following me."

	"Uhhh," James voice echoed off the tiles as his mind whirled trying
to think of something to say, "No, no problem here. I'm not following
you. I was here before you anyway."

	"Yeah. Ok." The man said bluntly, "I didn't think so," he finished
in a menacing voice.

	"Alright then." James said firmly sinking back into his spot; his
heart still beating heavily.

	A few minutes passed. The men said nothing to each other. James
couldn't help but give him another quick glance.

	"There you go again looking at me. Are you some kind of queer? Like
what you see here?" The man said slapping his chest aggressively. "You
realize you could get the shit kicked out of you for this kind of thing."
The man finished.

	"Man, you need to chill out. We're the only two people in here. Of
course my eyes are going to be drawn to the other person in the damn room
instead of lifeless, aged tile." CPT Hershfield's temper started to rise as
his nerves shifted to anger.

	"Well, I'm out of here." The man stood abruptly.

	"Good bye then." James said more aggressively than he probably
should have.

	James stayed put. He definitely didn't want another confrontation
again with that guy. He seemed a little off balance. Hell, James was indeed
ogling him but James had never encountered someone that reacted so
aggressively. It wasn't like James grabbed the man's dick or something.

	Twenty minutes passed. James hearing more voices out in the locker
room and feeling safer with the thought of more people out there, popped
out of the room. Luckily the man was gone. James dressed quickly and
scurried out of the gym.

						-----------

	Weeks passed and James quickly put the incident at the gym out of
his head. Work was consuming his life so his mind was either occupied or
exhausted. James elected to do quick work outs in his hotel's small gym
since he didn't have much time to fit in anything else anyway.

	Finally, James received another day off but this time only a half
day. He decided to head to the gym again. The memory of his last time
darted through his mind but James figured it was weeks ago and the chances
of running into that guy again on an installation as large as Ft. Hood was
unlikely.

	CPT Hershfield decided to go to the gym at the same time he did
before. There were a few more people this time but not that many
more. Those folks cleared out and didn't bother heading to the locker
room. James, disappointed to see them go off to their own showers, headed
to the locker room.

	Disappointingly, this place too was empty again. James jumped in
the shower, rinsed off and then headed towards the dry sauna. A muffled
noise coming from the steam room caught his attention and he
diverted. Quickly, he swung the door open and entered.

	There was a flurry of movement on the other end of the dark, steam
filled room. CPT Hershfield just barely caught the sight of two very naked
and close figures sliding quickly apart and scrambling to put their towels
back on.  The two were successful in covering themselves but failed in
truly concealing the hardons they both had. CPT Hershfield's eyes hadn't
drifted from the hardons protruding from the towels to notice the men's
faces until a nervous cough broke James' concentration. He glanced up but
before he had a chance to notice faces, the one man brushed rapidly past
James and out the door. James' gaze shifted from the scurrying man to the
man still seated.

	"You again." The bald-headed man said in a stoic voice.

	James smiled.

	"Yes. Me again. Apologies for interrupting."

	"You didn't interrupt anything. We weren't even talking."

	"Well, no, of course not. You weren't talking at all. You were too
busy with other things." James stated sarcastically.

	"What the hell are you trying to insinuate?" The man growled
angrily.

	"Oh come off it. Drop the act. I see you trying to cover that boner
of yours. Don't think I didn't notice the other guy's hardon and how fast
you two slid apart when I came in here." James intoned.

	The man stood quickly. Glaring furiously at James. CPT Hershfield
almost thought the man might bull rush him or punch him but instead he
stood glaring.

	Suddenly, the man's face shifted from anger and he plopped down
onto the bench.

	"Listen, I'm sorry about a few weeks ago. I was expecting someone
else to meet me in here. I didn't expect to find you. This kind of thing
makes me really nervous with CID and the possibility of other people
blabbering. I'm married. I'm an officer looking at Battalion command soon
once I pin Lieutenant Colonel. I was more aggressive than I should have
been." The man stated.

	CPT Hershfield didn't know what to say. He couldn't believe it. The
man gave zero signals that he was interested in other guys. Maybe he just
wasn't interested in James or like he said Ð he wanted the steam room to
himself for other reasons.

	"Uh. No worries. Forget about it." James replied after a prolonged
silence. "Your secrets safe with me."

	Another minute of awkward silence passed before, daringly, James
spoke up again.

	"It looks like you didn't get to finish before I interrupted. Seems
like you're still pretty hard from what I can see. Maybe we can help each
other out." James remarked.

	The man stared at him for a moment and then smiled for the first
time.

	"Yeah? You want to?" He inquired while squeezing his own cock.

	"Fuck yeah I do." James said while moving across the room and
sitting next to him.

	The man was even sexier up close. The gruff, stoic, tough guy thing
he had going for him only added to his appeal. No one would get mixed
signals from this guy unless he wanted them to have mixed signals.

	The man didn't waste any time. He slid his hand up and down James'
thick, hairy thighs, gently kneading them and squeezing them as he
went. Slowly, he slid his firm, rough hand up James towel and tickled his
balls with his fingertips. The man grabbed them, cupped them and squeezed
them a little bit.

	James let out a low moan. Suddenly, loud sounds echoed outside the
door.

	"Shit. Not again." The man muttered.

	"Hey I don't want to be interrupted. How about we take this
somewhere else." James suggested.

	"I've got to get to work. I can't take you home" the man said
pointing at his ring."

	"Yeah I have to get going here too," James said remembering his
last minute agreement to take an afternoon shift.

	"Listen, I have truck with well tinted windows. How about you meet
me out at the end of the parking lot in 10 minutes? I drive a large
F250. Black."

	The men left the steam room and got dressed quickly. James let the
man go first. Shortly, he followed him out and jumped in the passenger
seat.

	The man already had his Army uniform at his ankles. When James
jumped in, he looked at him, smiling, as he stroked his cock.

	James didn't say a word as he plunged his mouth onto the man's
cock. James cupped the man's large hairy balls and stroked his dick as he
sucked him. James could feel the man's large bush against his face each
time he took the man's cock deep into his mouth. The man leaned his car
seat back and put his hand on the back of James' blond head, gently bobbing
James head onto his cock and thrusting his hips upward.

	"Fuck yeah man. That's it right there." The man moaned.

	James thought he'd get risky and try something. Slowly, he slid his
hand off the man's balls and worked his fingers towards the man's ass
hole. He gently started massaging it.

	The man stopped his thrusting and got quiet Ð as if he was
contemplating whether he was ok with this bold move.

	"Just don't stick your fingers in. Keep going." The man grunted
abrasively.

	James kept working the man's cock. Up and down. Up and down. This
guy's cock was six and half inches. James was loving the taste and smell of
this guy's precum; so sweet.

	"I'm going to blow man." The man practically whispered. "Where do
you want it?"

	CPT Hershfield didn't bother responding. He answered by quickening
the pace of his mouth on the man's cock.

	The man groaned. He heaved his hips. He twisted. He grabbed CPT
Hershfield's head with his hands and exploded his sweet, cream load into
James' mouth.

	The man panted. Sweat covering his shiny head and dripping down his
forehead.

	"Your turn stud." He uttered.

	He spit on his hand and started stroking CPT Hershfield's cock
vigorously. He cupped James' balls again and squeezed aggressively.

	The man looked him right in the eyes as he stroked him. His firm,
masculine face staring right into James' face as he spoke, "Yeah stud. Blow
this load for me. Fuck yeah. I want this man cock's load from those hot
balls of yours. Your cock is so hot. fuck yeah. Yeah. Give it to me. Shoot
it everywhere."

	Hearing this stud of a man talk about his load and cock while
stroking it and grabbing his balls, James couldn't contain himself. With a
huge heave of his hips, he shot his load all over the man's hands and over
his own Army uniform.

	The man smiled. "Fuck yeah stud! What a fucking load! You shot
everywhere!"

	James cleaned himself up the best he could. The man's voice broke
the muffled noises, "My name's Aaron by the way. Don't think I mentioned it
before."

	"Nice to meet you Aaron.  You're a fucking stud." James replied

	"Uhhh maybe we can meet up again sometime. This was great and
you're hot." Aaron questioned.

	"Wish I could! Man I'm just here TDY and my rotation is coming to
and end this week." James retorted.

	The man looked crestfallen.

	"I'm not just saying that. I'd definitely want to get together
again if I wasn't leaving. We'll have to exchange information. The Army is
a small world. Who knows Ð we could end up on the same post together
full time."

	James returned Aaron's smile and jumped out of the truck wishing he
had much more time at Ft. Hood.

				---- The End ----