Gay Erotic Stories

Obviously, I have a military background. Parts of this story are true (most of it in fact) but they are compressed in time for story-telling purposes. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did living it. Tommy Man, I was scared shitless to go to the desert with the Marines. First off, I'm not a Marine. I'm a sailor, a corpsman. Second, I'm no warrior. I won't back down from a fight, but I don't get a hardon for war games either. Most of the time, they're a fucking bore. And last, I had never been to Twenty-Nine Palms before. In the fucking middle of the California desert. The Marines call it Twenty-Nine Stumps. I've heard horror stories about it my whole career. I had some serious misgivings, but I also had orders, and I was going, like it or not. We mustered at 1830. Then the Marines finished packing and counting all the thousands of things they'd need. The CO dismissed the corpsmen to go to our spaces. We had work to do too. There were several new faces, some worth a second or third look. We finished our work at about 2300. The buses to the airport weren't due until 0300 the next morning. So we had several hours to sleep. About 2315 a new guy Eric said, "Holy Shit! I forgot my fucking helmet." That's a pretty big fuckup. In the desert you live in your helmet, and of course, nobody had an extra. He offered to go back and get it, but since he was just an E-2, my boss, the Master Chief, didn't really trust him. So he said to me, "Tom, would you consider going with him?" I looked at Eric. He was 22, blond, about 6'3", built from solid rock and had a cock the size of a baseball bat hanging down his pants leg. I managed to say, "Well, I guess so." Since I am a Chief, it opens lots of doors,--lots of zippers, too. I drove Eric to his apartment in my little subcompact, his leg resting against mine, making no effort to move. In fact, he shifted back in the seat, rested one hand over his cock and began to trace it lazily back and forth. I could see it getting harder and harder. Even the camouflage pants couldn't disguise the hardon. It was stretching the material to the breaking point. During the trip, I was making a turn and was downshifting the car. My hand slipped off the gearshift and landed on top of the fabulous piece of meat. Eric flinched and flexed both legs together, trapping my hand against his cock. I moved it once or twice "to free it" and Eric said, "Gosh, Chief, you startled me." But he chuckled and continued to grin as he released my hand. My cock started coming to attention thinking about the young stud beside me. Did he know what he was doing? I sure as hell knew what he was doing to me! We got to his apartment, and couple of minutes later and went inside. The first thing he did was take off his boots. Then he took off his pants. He was wearing boxer shorts that just barely contained the treasure inside. And I wasn't sure, but I thought I could see the cock head peeking out the bottom. He walked around saying, "Now where the fuck did I leave it?" I started looking too. Lots of pictures of men on the walls. Erotic as hell, nude and semi-nude, some humpy numbers. They were a real turn-on. A couple of minutes later he called me, "Hey Chief, come here and help me look." So I went into the bedroom closet and looked there with him. He kept rubbing me, brushing his cock gently against my leg and my ass. Then we traded places. I was still looking and he kept backing into me. Was I crazy? Was I imagining things? I could smell his aroma. I was intoxicated with him. I guess my cock saw through his games. It started snaking down my pants leg. His hand found it and sized it up. He turned around, squatted down in front of me and lovingly caressed it through my uniform. He looked up at me and said, "I was hoping this would happen." He found my buttons and had my cock free in no time. He ran his tongue all around it, licking the shaft, while he freed my balls from the confines of my pants. He took the cock head in his mouth and rotated his tongue around it for a minute. Then he took the whole cock down his throat. He worked back up to the tip and bathed it again with his tongue. Then, he slowly went back down to the base. I was already pretty aroused before he ever touched me the first time, and I could feel myself losing control. A few sort minutes later, my cock started to swell. Eric backed off my cock and smiled. "You got a present for Eric?" Then he swallowed to the base and backed off again. "I love 'em when they're about to cum. They're so fuckin' hot." Then he went all the way down again and massaged my cock with his tongue and throat. I came almost instantly. Eric started groaning trying to swallow all my cum. It overflowed his mouth. I stood him up and kissed him, tasting my cum. Then it was my turn. I outlined his cock through the boxers with my mouth. As it grew out the bottom, I licked the head, savoring the moisture glistening on the tip. I pulled the shorts down and gasped. It was perfect. Ten inches, nice and thick, and it was mine. I tasted its sweetness, letting my mouth get the feel of it. Then I took in eight inches and came back up for air. I kissed and tongued the slit. I knew there was something sweet and sticky down that hole. If I was nice this cock, I'd get a present real soon. I kissed his balls and sucked each one in its velvety sack. This was one hot kid. I went down the eight inches and forced the back of my throat to open up, and then I had it all. I smelled the heady aroma, that human musk at the base of his cock. I reveled in the taste and feel of his cock buried deep in my throat. I was in Heaven. I started increasing my speed, up and down, feeling that club slide home, like a sword in its sheath. Eric said, "Suck my dick, you cock sucker. Eat my fuckin' meat." Then he came, slamming the back of my throat with a load of hot, sweet cum. I swallowed as fast as I could and barely got all of it. Eric hefted his cock out of my mouth and replaced it with his tongue, and said, "I want some of that hot stuff back, cocksucker." As we were dressing, I told him he'd better be careful who he was calling a cock sucker. This wasn't the first cock he'd ever sucked either. He smiled and said, "No, but it's been a while since I've sucked a hotter one." A couple of minutes later he said, "I think my helmet must be in my trunk back on base. You're not too pissed, I hope. I'd have done almost anything to get you back here to my apartment. I've been after you since I first saw you." I walked up to him from behind, put my hands over his cock and said, "If I hadn't gotten under your pants, I'd be pissed as hell!" In the car returning to base, he rested his hand over my cock, just keeping it interested. Before we came back on base, he leaned over and kissed the tip through the pants leg and said, "I'll see you again real soon."