It was a very hot night and I just couldn't sleep. So I decided to get up and get dressed, taking a stroll inside the company area; careful to stay in the compound. As I walked the dirt streets, I don't remember just how long I walked, mostly in circles or at least the same areas. A light was on in the headquarters office with the charge of quarters was on duty in my company area. I crossed the dirt street, following the lonely light bulb that stood in the distance; leading into the orderly room. I didn't know Sergeant Rock was on duty. I had noticed him at different times. In fact, I was consumed with thoughts of him. However, I knew they would have to remain thoughts and no more. If you want a courts-martial, get involved with another uniformed soldier. But, my god, his fatigues seemed to fit him in all the right places. They seemed to be cut to conform with his narrow waist, tight butt and nice legs. Even with the big fitting fatigues; I was able to see that this guy was packaged and wrapped very well. I entered the orderly room, as if I just wanted to get a cup of the cold water. As i got my water, Sergeant Rock asked, "Hi Bill, how’s it going?" I smiled, "Without..(smiling sheepishly) and then got serious and answered, "Not bad, Sergeant Rock." He and I started making conversation and before long he invited me to sit a spell and have a coke. I accepted. As we talked, soon Sergeant Rock said, "Look! You're not on duty, why don't you call me, Glen." I was a bit surprised, more stunned, but said, "all right." "Glen" was difficult to articulate, but we were two guys of equal rank and alone without subordinates, so as we talked, I found Glen to be one of those whom you willingly open up your heart and feel you can tell anything. As we spoke, our eyes met in glances and often we held our stare to the point of being uncomfortable. Still, I knew that didn't interpret anything more and knew I had to be careful not to read too much into this. Our few minutes turned into hours. During the course of that conversation, Glen shared some adult situations he had encountered, but nothing unusual as I recall. Yet, I found myself 'spilling my guts' and watching his expressions. Glen appeared so cool and yet warm and understanding. It seemed I didn't say anything that disturbed him. I knew i felt better talking with him. We laughed at each other’s jokes from time to time. After a while, I said, "I will see you later, Glen. Tomorrow's another day and it starts early. He agreed. So I left and returned to my quarters. The next day at noon, Glen sat down in front of me at the mess hall (that dining facility in the military). We greeted each other. Then Glen surprised me when he said in a voice only I could hear, "Bill, I really enjoyed our talk last night. I feel more like we're buddies. Thanks for sharing with me." He faintly smiled, his lips curling up at the corners. As we finished lunch, Glen said, "How bout joining me tonight at my hooch (his room) for a beer?" I smiled, looking into his gorgeous blue eyes, "Thanks, I would like that. I would like that a lot." He left. That evening as I entered his barracks, actually a shanty, we called a 'hooch'. and ask directions to Sergeant Rock's room. I was given directions and walked down the hall. I paused, took a deep breath and knocked. The door opened, and there stood Glen in tee shirt and fatigue pants. "Come in, Bill" he said. He opened me a beer as we had some small talk...then another beer. He had closed his door. We could hear voices as the rooms and halls were active with troops coming and going. What happened next, blew me away. After taking a long gulp of his beer, Glen leaned over as if to kiss me. I was even more surprised at my actions. I didn't resist. In fact, I didn't do anything. I responded by letting him kiss me right on the lips and I knew I was kissing him back, I didn't know what else to do. This repeated itself and the next thing was a lot of touching which was taboo for most and especially two soldiers. Yet, we took the risks. It had been a long time since someone had made love to me. I don't think I ever felt compassion like this. I really felt loved. It was a mutual consent now. I was no longer a child and neither was he. He pulled off his tee shirt; showing me his very nicely developed chest. The dim lamp that lit the room revealed his beautiful chest and full nipples that were, incidentally, standing at attention! I could also see the beautiful blonde hair that ran from his navel into his shorts. I don't think I ever had a man to squeeze my nipples like he did. It was mixed with pain and pleasure...more pleasure i think. What spoke most to my heart, was his gentleness and care. Glen never got in a hurry, but seemed to 'prize' me as a person. I couldn’t believe how froward I was. I reached for him; placing my hand on the small of his back and over his navel. I loved feeling the soft hair under my hand. Glen continued to give me some very direct and seriously planted deep French kisses. Needless to say, our passion of fire was now in some kind of rage. As we kissed, Glen took the hand on his stomach and moved it to his crotch. Wow! This guy was lean but not too thin. He had a great body and I wanted to see him out of those pants. Now with my hand on his meat. "My god!" I moaned. "Wow!" I exclaimed.. He shushed me, "Shhhh! Someone will hear…he turned up the music a little." He was semi-hard, but that was changing... I could feel his male meat growing under the palm of my hand. I didn’t have a ruler, but he was large! I didn't want to, but I knew I had to leave. We both did. But, I promised to return to him, I promised Glen, "I will be back right after lights out!" He smiled, "Promise" he said. I smiled back, "I promise." He said, "Damn, I hate for you to go. I am so hot." "Me too!," I said. "But I will be back later after lights out." - TO BE CONTINUED -
