From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Weekend Leave
Date: Sun, 28 Jun 1998 16:21:42 GMT

Basic training was a bitch. Even in peacetime it was full of harassment, very
little sleep and muscle stretching activities. Of course Dan expected it even
though he had heard it was easier now then when the cold war was going on. The
stories he heard from his father and brother as well as uncles almost made him
change his mind.
But there wasn't any money for college, there were few jobs around and he
wanted to get away from his family and the small town. So, he had stood with
his right hand upheld swearing allegiance one night in New Jersey.
Then he started running and didn't stop until the sixth week when he was
handed a weekend pass.
Most of his new friends were headed to their homes. Instead, he went to New
York.
"Better watch it up there. They eat kids like you" the seargant said to him
smiling and laughing. His bunk buddy smacked him on the butt, "gotta be
careful, some fag will grab that cute ass of yours". He smiled..and enjoyed
the butt pat..especially from Marshall. 
More then once he had silently rubbed his cock in the bunk below Marshall's
wishing they were together.
He was gay. He knew that. His high school and the year after high school had
confirmed that. And he didn't care...it was who he was. With several brothers
in his family there would be plenty of grandchildren for his parents so he
knew that when he eventually told them...it wouldn't be a big deal. At least
that's what he thought..and there was lots of time before that.
And the Army, like all US military frowned on homosexuality. But there was
lots of butt grabbing, jokes and two am showers going on. Nobody talked about
it and the joke was "nobody ask, nobody tell".
More then once he had awakened in the middle of the night to see naked
soldiers creep towards the latrine. He had heard the showers being turned on
and watched still others creep towards the sound.
He knew what went on there in the dark. Wet soapy hands touching, stroking and
maybe even more.
But for some reason he didn't go. Maybe it was ok for them, he thought. They
were hetrosexual horny kids. But he was gay..and he'd get caught. Besides
Marshall didn't go. Perhaps if Marshall did go one night, he'd follow..but
that didn't happen.
So to New York he went. The YMCA checked him in and gave him the list of
curfews and other rules. The room was small and it's window on the alley was
just as exciting. But he wasn't there for the room or the window.
Shopping, an afternoon musical and a trip to the World Trade Center filled the
rest of his day and evening.
Tad Sarris Steak house offered a cheap but filling meal and his military ID
got him an additional discount as well.
Then he moved toward his other goal..sleep. A full night of undistrubed and
long sleep was ahead.
He lay on his bed and quickly sank into the dreams of Marshall and him naked,
running on some beach, standing in the ranks with erections and snuggling in
one sleeping bag while on bivouc.
He awoke with a start. He was sweaty and gooey..the wet dream was almost
violent. His hand was on his cock and full of his sperm. He laughed at
himself. He had jacked off in his sleep.
He had to shower..to get rid of the mess and the sweat. The hallway was dark
except for red lights. He noticed some doors were opened and silhouettes
inside moved.
But he moved on. The bathroom lights didn't work. The clerk had said that
lights are turned off at midnight. So he moved carefully towards the showers
and found the knobs. The stream of hot spray soon enveloped him and the steam
filled the room.
He soaped slowly, enjoying the feeling of his firm fit body. He wondered if
Marshall felt like this...if his nipples were as sensative, his belly quivered
when pet, his ballsac as full. He already knew Marshalls buttocks were as firm
as his. He had often returned the butt pats Marshall gave him..and
occasionally left his hand rest there...squeezing. Marshall had done that to
him..so he knew it was ok. A private way of expressing their fondness as
friends..or more...he hoped.
He jumped as a hand touched him on the shoulder.
"Let me do that for you" the whisper came. He didn't know what to say so he
said nothing.
The silhouetted hands spread soap all over his shoulders, back and buttocks.
They moved to his legs.
Then they were on his chest. But he realized there were another set of hands
on his chest.
So that meant two men were now exploring his body with their soapy hands. He
didn't object.
It wasn't the barracks...there were no lights..and he had waited for so long.
His mind gave him an image of Marshall and him in the shower instead and they
were kissing, touching, exploring.
His lips met the unknown persons lips and the mental images became more real.
The soapy finger that was playing with his butt slid inside him and he gasped
enjoying the feeling.
The first time had been at a summer camp with another boy did the same thing
to him..to make him jump.but instead he pushed his butt back onto the finger.
The two finger fucked and jacked each other off all summer long.
There was a flurry of activitiy as he and the others kissed, fondled,
fingered, and sucked.
"Come with us" the whisper said.
And he followed them. They wore nothing as they walked down the hallway. He
saw their broad backs, round asscheeks, tall legs and dangling cocks.
In their room he was once again absorbed into the darkness and their
attentions. His cock and butt were shared. He fucked and got fucked. He sucked
and got sucked.
He gloried in learning their bodies with his fingers and letting them learn
his.
He awoke between them....and kissed them both.
The three shared breakfast in Times Square. Their trim haircuts told him they
had many things in common.
They were in the Navy and he the Army.
All went to an afternoon matinee using the discounted tickets the military
got. And quickly went back to the YMCA to talk the clerk into letting them
stay past checkout time.
He smiled with attitude..knowing why they wanted to stay. But he agreed.
And they enjoyed in the evening light what they had enjoyed in the dark the
night before.
He finally got his sleep on the bus ride back to the base.
Marshall was in the barracks.
"Let's go get a beer" he said as soon as he put down his overnight bag.
Marshall agreed patting him on the butt...and letting his hand rest for a
momentary squeeze.
They had much to talk about and years ahead to share.