Date: Tue, 5 Feb 2008 08:01:18 -0800 (PST)
From: R Ranger <bn2rumpranger@yahoo.com>
Subject: Weekend Pass in a Texas Town

  Warning! This story is sexually explicit, if you are not of legal age to
read such or are offended by this type of writing do not read any further.
The story I'm about to tell is set during the 1960s and is based in part on
factual events; therefore, I've changed the names, dates and places to
protect certain people. The author retains all rights to this story.  To
contact the author cut and paste making appropriate corrections and E-mail:
bn2rumpranger "at" yahoo "dot" com

  Weekend Pass in a Texas Town
  By Randall Rumper

  God, his body felt warm as I backed up into him.  My partner was spooning
me in the bed with a semi-erect cock pressing into my butt crack.  Oh how I
wanted him to slip the salami back into my throbbing asshole and pound my
ass again.  A couple hours before Danny had filled my rectal cavity with
the entirety of his raw hot sausage, fucking me for over an hour before
emptying his load inside me.  That was the first time Danny had fucked me;
the first time I'd been fucked like that since my college days.

  I was rock hard that morning, not from lust, but a piss hard-on.  I
managed to wriggle free from Danny's grasp, so I could get out of bed and
take care of my bathroom duties. After relieving myself and cleaning up I
took a seat in the chair by the only window in the small hotel room to gaze
out at the early Saturday morning sky.  My ass was a little sore as I sat
in the chair; however, the warmth from the sun's rays streaming through the
open window seemed to sequester the smarting in my ass.

  As I looked out the window the sky was clear blue and the sun was shining
brilliantly; it was going to be a beautiful weekend in that Texas town
where Danny and I were spending our weekend passes.  Danny and I had
finished our advanced Army training (AIT) on Friday and had been given
weekend passes while we awaited assignment and travel orders for Fort
Benning.  We had managed to pass the tests, been accepted and were to
report to the paratroop training school at Fort Benning as soon as the next
new class began, instead of shipping out to Vietnam and other permanent
change of station assignments as did the rest of our AIT classmates.

  Danny and I were both draftees who had dropped out of college before
graduating during the tumultuous Vietnam War years; therefore, we had
subsequently been sucked up into the vortex of the U.S. Army's war machine
– The Green Machine.  When the two of us first met we became friends
instantly; from the first day we met, that first handshake, we were
inseparable buds.  Over the course of subsequent training weeks we
discovered that we both shared the same philosophy about the war in
Vietnam: it was an unwinnable war.

  We found that we had much more in common than the basic fact that we were
both draftees and hated the war in Vietnam.  We were both Caucasians and
Christians from the Midwest with similar upper middle class backgrounds.
We discovered that we wanted the same things and had the same goals in
life.  First off we wanted to stay alive; furthermore we enjoyed the same
types of extracurricular activities, entertainment and oh yes, sex.  Oh,
did I say that we both learned early on in our friendship that we each
liked boys more so than girls – sexually.

  Over the course of advanced training through conversations we discovered
that both of us were queer – "Homosexuals." The socially acceptable term
for the new millennium is "Gay," but back then, especially in the Army it
was queer, faggot or other equally derogatory labels.

  The fact that we both liked boys more so than girls made times difficult
for both of us. Throughout our lives we had disguised the fact that we were
queers.  We openly dated girls for appearance, but had secret male sex
partners.  Although the 60s was a time of marijuana, LSD and free love,
American society or the Army was not yet a place for the expression of free
love between men.  The Army did not tolerate fraternization among personnel
or homosexuality among service members. The 1960s in the military was not a
time of "Don't ask, Don't tell." Instead, it was a time of seeking out and
crucifying.  The Army during the Vietnam years was still an uptight
predominately male dominated culture.

  Male trainees slept together on steel bunk beds in large squad bays,
dormitory style barracks, with communal latrines.  The Army told its
trainees how, when, where and what time to shit, shower and shave everyday.
Most Army latrines during that era had no dividers separating the commodes
or urinals; furthermore, the shower was one huge gray room with numerous
shower heads protruding from three walls.  There was no personal privacy in
the Army or latrines to shit, shower or shave; thus, naked service men's
bodies were open for viewing by others whenever using military latrines.

  The trick for guys like Danny and me was not getting caught sneaking a
peek at the hunky naked male meat.  We dared not arouse suspicions and
moreover we had to force ourselves not develop erections: a tough
proposition for homosexuals.  Over our years during high school and college
we had learned the tricks of sneaking peeks surreptitiously and how not to
become sexually aroused.

  When we were drafted we didn't tell the truth when it came to the
question on the Army contract about being homosexual, we lied. But what
else were two red blooded all American boys to do. If we told the truth the
Army would have rejected us thereby turning us away as unfit for service,
but then we would have been forced to face our families, explaining to them
why we were unfit for military service. So, we both lied on the paper work
we filled out at the induction station and said no, we weren't Homos.

  Another commonality we shared besides homosexuality was the fact that
neither one of us wanted to die in Vietnam, but we were willing to gamble
on death in order to save face. We decided to go into the Army for two
years with hopes that we might somehow beat the odds of being assigned to a
combat zone to die.  However, our hopes appeared to be dashed during the
first day of Basic Combat Training where the cadre pointed out the fact
that almost all draftees would be sent directly to Vietnam as inductees,
because they only had two years to serve on active duty.  Thus, after
successfully completing all phases of training conscripts would be sent to
Vietnam for a twelve months tour of duty where most would end up being
wounded or die in combat according to our handlers.

  Of course all draftees were wondering why they had been chosen to be
trained to die more so than regular Army guys.  We also wondered why the
Army would want to spend all that time and money training inductees, if we
were all going to be killed as soon as we arrived in Vietnam.  I knew I was
smarter than the average enlisted man and many company grade officers, so I
was going to try to use my wit for advancement and safe placement, thereby
keeping my body out of harms way.

  Trainees soon came to realize however that the Training NCOs told us
these horror stories to encourage us to do the best job possible while we
were going through our training cycles.  After a while trainees came to
realize that many of us would come back from Vietnam physically unscathed
while others would not. Where else did the Army get sergeants to scream and
yell obscenities at new recruits going through training? Where would the
Army get combat veterans to come back and tell trainees all the horror
stories from Vietnam?  We could only hope that we would get through our
training and then make it through a year in Vietnam without dying,
returning better individuals if we survived the ordeals of war.

  Danny and I had graduated top of our classes in BCT and in AIT;
therefore, we had been advance to the rank of Private First Class, Pay
Grade E-3. We also decided to volunteer for airborne school, knowing that
attending the Army's jump school would give us three more weeks or more to
live.  Of course, that choice was almost a guarantee that we would be sent
to Vietnam; however, there was also a chance that we might beat the odds of
a Vietnam assignment and instead be assigned to the 82nd Airborne Division
at Fort Bragg, North Carolina or some other obscure location.

  After we opted for jump school we also investigated other options on our
off time. With our outstanding academic and service records we knew there
was a possibility that we might get to attend one of the advanced airborne
schools at Fort Benning after we graduated from basic jump school. We had
even considered attending OCS, but discovered that would mean an extension
of time in The Green Machine and a sure assignment to Vietnam as infantry
platoon leaders. We learned that platoon leaders and helicopter pilots had
the shortest life span in the Vietnam War; thus, we decided against OCS. We
kind of knew that the odds were stacked against us staying stateside, but
what the hell it was going to be a two years odyssey.


  Chapter 2: Do It Again

  Danny rolled over on the bed rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, yawning
and stretching he said, "Hey buddy."

  The sound of his voice brought me back to the reality of where I was that
morning and what was happening.  I moved over next to him lying on the bed
and said, "Good morning sleepy head," as I fondled his hardening cock.

  Danny said, "I had this weird dream that I fucked the shit out of you
last night."

  With a wry smirk I replied, "I guess you did, my asshole is still on
fire. In fact, I'll probably walk funny for the next couple of days."

  "You ready to do it again?" Danny asked with a big smile.

  "Hell yeah, let's get it on before breakfast. Then after breakfast we'll
come back here and get it on again, and just keep repeating the process
until we have totally satisfied each other before we have to be back on
post Monday morning for reveille," I said.

  With that said we both turned opposite each other on the bed, taking each
other's burgeoning organs in our mouths to begin orally pleasuring each
other.  I grasp hold of Danny's cock and took the head of into my mouth and
he took mine.  My tongue slowly began to circle and tantalize the glans.
Danny had one nice looking dick, especially the cockhead.  From my very
first time engaging another male in sex I'd been fascinated by the penis. I
couldn't get enough of them.  I considered myself somewhat of a
self-appointed cock connoisseur.

  I'd sucked my share of dicks since the sixth grade, and believe me I had
seen some ugly cocks in that time as well as some beautiful ones.  Danny's
cock, although not huge in size, was one of the beautiful ones.  Danny and
I were about average size and both of us were circumcised.  We both
preferred cut cocks over uncut.  I always felt that there was nothing more
gorgeous than a sleek pink unsheathed cockhead with its crimson coronal
band.  I'd learned that the spongy glans, especially the coronal ring and
frenulum were the most sensitive areas of the penis.  I never believed in
trying to gag myself, forcing the entirety of an extra large cock all the
way down my gullet.

  Nope, I never cared for the super-sized schlong.  For me smaller to
average size cocks were more satisfying, especially one with a nice looking
exposed cockhead.  So, I was not a size queen, but was more impressed by
the beauty of a penis more so than with its size.  My uncle, a few years
older and a gay man, told me early on in life that anything more than a
fistful or mouthful was wasteful, so I tried to never let a good cock go to
waste.

  The first time I saw Danny in that big latrine shower I wanted to drop
down to my knees and suck him; it took all my self-control to keep from
getting a hard-on that day. The weekend pass was the first time Danny and I
had the luxury of being together on a bed in the security of a locked room
to engage each other in sex.  We intended to take full advantage of our
weekend pass to thoroughly satisfy each other before we had to return to
base, and then be sent to Fort Benning, Georgia.

  Danny's cock tasted so much better having time to enjoy and savor it.
The whole weekend lay before us to engage in sex and bring sexual pleasure
to each other.  Prior to that weekend our only sexual contact had been
limited to brief mutual masturbations sessions and quick blowjobs in
obscure locations around the Army post. Because of our jobs as Acting
Platoon Sergeants we had a little more leeway than our fellow trainees to
get away and engage in secret sexual trysts.

  Danny and I tried to schedule our time late at night, early in the
morning or on weekends to be together.  That way we could steel away to
obscure out of the way places to quickly satisfy each other's sexual needs
without getting caught. We were lucky; we never got caught.  We knew
instinctively that some of the other guys were doing similar things.  I
always suspected that there were many more homosexuals in the Army than
thought, but for one reason or the other they were never discovered.  Some
guys did each other while on fire watch, while others chose other locations
and times.

  Fire watch was a form of guard duty to protect trainees living in the old
wooden W.W. II barracks. If a fire broke out the old dry wooden barracks
would go up like a tinder box, trapping many trainees inside to burn to
death.  So, some of the trainees used that time for foolhardy fooling
around in the shadows of darkness.  Trainees had been told many times in
basic and during AIT that the Army was actively looking for Homos.  We had
even been told that there was a possibility that Army criminal
investigators might be planted in our barracks posing as trainees to catch
homosexuals who had circumvented in processing at the induction station.
We knew the two guys that got caught midway through our training cycle in
the latrine.

  The two trainees that got caught were good guys, but they were fucking
idiots. They decided to do it in the latrine showers early one morning as
the Charge of Quarters happened through on an inspection while they were
indulging each other.  We had heard the shower running before during early
morning hours, but paid no attention to it.  We just figured it was a guy
taking a shower after getting off fire watch or getting up early for
kitchen police duty.  I never gave a thought to engaging in sex in the
showers for fear of getting caught.  I felt sorry for the two guys that got
caught in the shower, but they brought the wrath of the Army down on them
by their own doing.

  The CQ had caught the two trainees red-handed. The Army and NCOs made a
big scene in the barracks that morning.  I truly felt sorry for the two
lads, but they appeared to be free fodder for all the NCOs who gathered in
the latrine taunting the boys standing there in their nakedness.  They were
berated unmercifully by superiors that morning.  Needless to say; they were
discharged with negative discharge papers.

  For Danny and me the weekend wasn't about the Army or training; it was
about bring sexual pleasure to each other.  We were both lay on the bed in
the security of our locked room nursing each others cocks like there was no
tomorrow.  We licked, kissed and sucked each others cocks in a leisurely
fashion for over an hour.  We enjoyed licking the precum from each other's
piss slits while we worked over each other's cockheads.  I could tell that
Danny was on the verge of cumming. His cock was thickening and his balls
were drawing up.  I was looking forward to him spilling his spooge in my
mouth.

  The oral sex became more frenzied as we moaned and groaned, thrashing
around on the bed while we sucked each other's dicks.  We lay side ways and
then one on top and the other on the bottom as we sucked each other to
fruition.  Danny shot his load of semen first and then I unloaded.  After
we came we lay there milking each other of all our man milk before turning
loose of each other's wilting cocks.  We lay there for a few moments to get
out breath before getting up.

  Finally, I asked, "Did you work up an appetite?"

  "Fuck yeah! That was great," Danny replied.

  "Let's get up, shower and get dressed.  I'm hungry."

  Danny and got up took a shower together, got dressed in our uniforms and
headed out to find some nourishment.  A much needed and well-deserved
breakfast for two sexually depleted PFCs on weekend passes in a Texas Army
town.


  Let me know what you think of this story line.  Does it need to be
developed further and advanced or should I end it as a short story?  E-mail
me if you want to see me continue the story line or if you want to make
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