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The transfer had come through even though I didn’t want it to. I was stationed at Fort ----- for the last two years and had made some pretty good friends with some of the other guys on the Base. I tried to take to my commanding officer about revoking the transfer, but he was not open to the idea. Here I was in my new room, unpacking my duffel bag. I was the only guy here. All the other soldiers were out on their jobs. There was a loud rap on the door that startled me. I opened the door and saw a young muscular guy about twenty years old standing in front of me. He had dark blonde hair, piercing blue eyes and a smile the size of the state of Georgia. “Just wanted to welcome you to the Base,” he said, reaching out his right hand as a gesture of friendship. “I’ve got the room next door. Name’s Randy Jeffers.” “Thanks, bud,” I answered, “Glad to meet you. Name’s Mike Hewert, Lt. Hewert.” His handshake was firm. Not sissified like so many of the newer recruits I had met off and on throughout my last two years of service in the military. I liked masculine, straight guys. This dude was getting my juices running, but I wasn’t sure if he was into man to man play. I was very cautious to whom I exposed my tastes to. I was wanting to make a lifetime career in the US Army. Liking guys was not exactly what the government was looking for as a plus point for advancement. “I wanted to introduce myself to you since we’ll be working together starting tomorrow.” “What will we being doing?” I asked him somewhat surprised at the speedy work assignment. I was hoping for long weekend of rest since today was already Thursday. “You’ll be riding with me to patrol the fence of the Base,” Randy answered still exposing his pearly teeth through his inviting smile. “We start at 6 tomorrow morning. Yah want me to wake ya?” Whoa, I thought, do I ever! I’d love for him to wake me by shoving his hard dick down my throat! Calm down, I told myself, can’t show what you’re thinking! “Naw,” I answered coolly, “I got an alarm clock. But you can show me where the showers are. I’d like to shower up after the long ride today.” “Sure, man, follow me.” Randy turned and started walking down the newly waxed hallway. I followed him like a baby duck following its mother. He brought me to the Latrine door at the end of the long barracks hallway, opening the door for me and ushering me in. The room was large and sterile. All I heard was the drip-drop of one of the showerheads coming out of the shower area. “I gotta take a leak, man,” Randy blurted out, his voice slicing the silence. Before I could answer, he walked over to the nearest urinal and opened his trousers, pulling out his prick. The next sound I heard was the well-known sound of piss slapping the water of the urinal, echoing off of the white tiled walls like a country dinner bell. I could not see his member, because his back was towards me. I saw the golden stream of urine through his spread taut legs as it arched out meeting its awaiting receptacle. His khaki colored trousers spanned tightly across his globular hard asscheeks, reminding me of two basketballs. I had to resist the temptation of reaching out and massaging those two hot buns of his as he emptied his full bladder. I watched as he apparently shook his dick of the last few drops and stuffed his equipment back into its snug container. We left the latrine and headed back to my room. Randy shook my hand again saying goodbye and headed down the hallway, disappearing down the stairwell. I entered my room and immediately locked the door behind me. I raised my right hand to my nose, trying to catch a sniff of his dick since that was the hand he held his cock in as he pissed a couple of minutes ago. Damn, I thought, can’t detect anything! I was hornier as hell and pulled my pants off, letting myself relax on the bed. I reached into my boxer shorts and pulled out my now hard as a rock prick and slowly started to massage away my cares of the day..... ---------- A loud rap on the wooden door startled me out of my deep sleep. Damn, what time was it, I thought as I groggily tried to get on my feet and walk to the door. The sun shone blindingly through the one window of the small room. I opened the door and peered out with one eye. There was Randy, dressed in his field greens with the same country boy smile as yesterday. “Damn, Mike, it’s a quarter to six man. Ain’t you up yet?” “Shit, whatcha talking about, man,” I answered surprised like the cat that was caught eating grandma’s canary. “Whatcha mean, a quarter to six?” “Get dressed, man,” he answered me excited, “we got to be at the jeep exactly at six:” It suddenly dawned on me that when I laid down to take a nap late last afternoon after whacking off, that I must have slept the entire night through as tired as I was. I hurriedly pulled on my field clothes and boots and rushed to the latrine to piss and brush my teeth. I was done in time and down at the waiting jeep as the Sarge came around the corner giving us orders on where to go. We did a number of ‘Yes, Sirs’ and finally were allowed to drive off towards the outer perimeter of the Base. “Damn, that was close, man,” Randy said in his country style South-Georgia accent. “He would have had yo ass for supper if you had been late on the first day of duty!” “Yeah, thanks man,” I answered patting him on his shoulder like a best pal does. Randy drove the jeep in the direction of this large forest located in the northern sector of the Base. He explained to me that was where we had to begin our daily inspection drive. He give me the usual small-talk of where he was from, what he wants to be, etc., etc. Randy was a nice guy, but a bit talkative. He was the oldest son of a small-town farmer in northern Georgia and had joined the Army in hopes of getting a college degree in engineering. I listened politely, but kept my eye glued on his rounded fat crotch. This boy had a nice bulge between his muscular legs and I was hoping that he would have to take a piss again soon. I wanted like anything to steal a glance of his genitals. At about 9 am, he pulled the jeep into a small clearing and stopped the motor. “Let’s stop for some coffee,” he offered, jumping out of the driver’s seat and pulling out a large thermos out of the back of the vehicle. We sat down on the grass and he poured us out a cup of the steaming black brew. “I usually stop here for a couple of hours and read or nap,” he explained to me. “I’ve done this run enough months to know how long I can play hookey and still have time to check all the stops ‘til I get back to the barracks. I forgot to tell you since we hadn’t so much time this morning, that if you got any books or anything you want to bring along, you can do it.” “Yeah, great idea, man,” I answered. I liked to read anyway and would try to remember to bring something along tomorrow morning. Randy rose up and headed toward a thick pine tree about ten feet in front of us. “Gotta take a leak if you don’t mind!” “Go ahead, man, I got to go soon, too,” I answered feeling the coffee stimulating my bladder. I watched again as Randy stood spread legged in front of that pine tree, pissing a thick stream of yellow fluid against the bark. He positioned himself with his back towards me again, so I still couldn’t get a look at his equipment. Either the guy was extremely shy or just polite. Don’t guys piss in front of each other in Georgia, I found myself thinking as he shoved his spent dick back into his olive greens. I got up and headed towards the same tree. I opened my pants and hauled out my semi-erect cock and began to piss out a heavy stream of hot urine in front of Randy. I noticed his eyes getting big and round as he stared at my half- hard salami. I was not one of the largest hung guys around, but what I had in my pants was sufficient to satisfy the most discriminating. “Damn, Mike, where’d you get such a big dick from!” he exclaimed with a whistle at the end. “You must really be popular with the gals in your hometown, buddy!” “Naw, man,” I answered actually getting embarrassed at his comment. “I’ve seen bigger on other dudes.” “What do you mean you seen bigger on other dudes?” he answered me with the most puzzled look on his face that I have ever seen. Evidently he was as naive as he was good-looking. “Like on porno films, man,” I answered, “Ain’t you ever looked at porno films before?” “Naw, I never did. I was raised clean. We didn’t have anything like that where I came from.” His face reddened to a ripe tomato red. “Maybe I’ll take you to one on one of our free weekends.” I answered, nonchalantly stuffing my cock back into my trousers and walking back to where our empty coffee mugs were laying in the grass. We picked up our things and hopped back into the jeep. We drove for the rest of the day until all checkpoints were filled and arrived back in front of our barracks at about 15:30 hours. After supper, I relaxed spread out on my bed, wearing just my trousers and undershirt. My feet crossed and my hands were behind my head, exposing the damp armpits of my Army undershirt. There was a soft rap at my door and I yelled to come in. The door opened and Randy’s head peered from behind the door. “Can I come in, Mike? I ain’t botherin’ you am I?” “Naw,” I answered back, not bothering to get up. “I’m just relaxing a bit. What’s up?” He sat on the chair next to my bed. He was unusually quiet, like he had something on his heart, but afraid to spit it out. I broke the awkward silence by offering him a can of beer I had hidden under my bed. I laid back down, scratching my crotch as I asked him to reveal to me what’s eating at him. “Well,” he started with a bit of tremble in his voice, “You know them Pornos you told me about earlier today. What do people do on them?” “What do ya mean: ‘what do people do on them?’ They have sex!” I answered, “What else are they supposed to do on ‘em?” His face reddened again. “Don’t tell me you ain’t never had sex before?” I think by this last statement I embarrassed the shit out of him. He started to get up off of the chair, like he was wanting to leave. “Wait, man, stay awhile,” I said, reaching over and grabbing his thigh. He sat back down, but his face kept that deep red hue. “Hey, man, I wasn’t trying to embarrass you or anything. It ain’t a crime to still be a virgin,” I continued, squeezing his well developed left thigh. I wanted to reach up and squeeze that fucking bulge of his, but didn’t want the kid to have a heart attack. “I just don’t want anyone else to know that I ain’t been laid yet. Everyone else on the Base gets laid on a regular basis, except me. I guess I ain’t found the right girl yet.” Randy lowered his eyes, like he was confessing to a serial murder or something. I would have loved to have reached over and held him in my arms at this point, kissing that pretty innocent face of his, probing my tongue deep into his throat, massaging that bulging box of his during the process. I sat up on my bed and opened another can of beer for him. “You wanna see some sex mags, kid?” I asked, reaching under my bed, pulling out my duffel bag. I had a couple of jack-off mags stored in it for those lonely horny hours. I didn’t allow him to answer. I pulled out the first magazine that had this favorite spread of mine of this really hot bodybuilder getting blown by this blonde girl. I opened the mag to the spread and held it out to him. His eyes got big and I noticed that the front of his olive greens started tenting out. “Damn!” he explained, “that must feel great!” I flipped over to the next page for him and continued to eyeball his growing crotch. “You ever had a gal suck on you that she’s doin’ to him?” he innocently asked me. What was I supposed to answer him? Should I tell him that I let guys suck me off? Shit, that would be too much for this kid. I tried to be diplomatic in my answer, not wanting to have the guy run out of my room screaming ‘queer’. “Yeah, man, I’ve had my dick sucked plenty of times.” I answered, not admitting which gender it was doing the sucking. “It feels great! You oughta have it done to you some day.” Damn, I was wanting to be the one to devirginize this hot stud’s dick! His ‘pup-tent’ was fully erect by now and I was getting a hardon the size of the Eiffel Tower myself. “Looks like you could use a suck job tonight my man!” I half whispered, staring full force at his erect crotch. “Why don’t you open them pants of yours and show me that hard cock you got straining to get out!” Shit, I can’t believe I said that! What if the kid reports me as gay? Without saying a word, Randy began to undone the front of his trousers. He obediently reached in and pulled out this throbbing eight inch cut cock and pair of egg-sized hairy testicles. “Damn, boy, you got a nice piece of equipment yourself,” I exclaimed, admiring his large male genitals from where I was seated on the edge of my bed. “You gonna make some gal pretty happy with that piece of meat some day!” His face turned a deep red again. I reached over bravely and squeezed his massive dick gently in my right hand. A wad of sticky white pre-cum fluid suddenly oozed out of his piss slit, dripping on my hand. “Shit,” he moaned, “I didn’t mean to do that!” “That’s alright, buddy, it happens to the best of us.” I came to far now to turn back. I began to slowly massage his hard massive male member in an up and down motion. I reached over with my left hand and gently squeezed his two sperm-filled balls. In a low sensuous voice I asked if I should jack him off and give him some relief for the night. Maybe if I got him horny enough, he would let me go down on him. I wanted him to shoot his young virgin load in my mouth. Randy did not answer me verbally at this point. He spread his legs as wide as he could and leaned his head back with, closing his eyes. I heard a soft moan coming out of his throat as I continued to knead his swollen testicles and pump his hard throbbing cock. “Yeah, do me man,” He suddenly moaned in a whisper. “Damn, that feels good!” The overhead light was far too bright and glaring for this lust filled moment. I hated to break up my jacking his dick, but that lamp was too much. “Wait just a moment, dude, let me turn this bright light off,” I said getting up and walking over to the switch. I turned the small bedside lamp on. It bathed the room in a dim warm golden light. Romantic and hot as hell. I stood over Randy, staring at his hot piece of equipment jotting out of his fatigues. Damn, this was a hot moment and I wanted to savor every second of it. He looked at me with these big pleading doe eyes. His pulsing member was oozing out another gob of pre-cum cream. I got on my knees between those muscular legs of his and stuck my tongue out to taste that newly formed wad of sticky white fluid. I savored the salty sweet taste on my tongue. I flicked his swollen glands head with the tip of my tongue, tasting the stale piss of this morning’s piss in the woods. Randy let out another guttural moan, inviting me to continue in my devirginizing of his cock. I opened my mouth and sensuously engulfed his massive purple colored dickhead, wrapping my tongue around the ridge of the glands. I began to slowly masturbate his cock with my tongue, causing him to groan wildly. “Yeah, buddy,” he whispered in the midst of his groaning, “suck me, man, suck my fucking dick!” I wrapped my lips around his thick shaft and slowly, methodically worked my mouth all the way down until I my nose was buried in his thick dark brown pubic bush. Damn, he smelled good! His crotch emitted an odor of day old sweat and piss. I was getting drunk on his manly smell, taking in with every whiff the musky smell of a real man’s crotch. I began to knead his oversized balls. He loved what I was doing to him and began to buck upwards with his hips, face-fucking me as I sucked him off. I could feel by the tautness of his balls that Randy was getting close to cumming. I increased my sucking motion and began to pull on his nuts as I continued to squeeze them, like I was milking them. “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he moaned, “do me man, do me.” I sucked for all I was worth. He rocked with his hips up and down on the chair. “Huh, huh, huh.......I’m cummin’...” he raised his groaning, Yeah, huh, huh, huh....I’m cumming!” Suddenly his rock hard prick spasmed and erupted in my mouth, spewing gobs of hot searing male semen down into the depths of my throat. His penis convulsed like a madman, erupting like the proverbial volcano. I couldn’t believe that any one dude could shoot so much sperm at one orgasm. I couldn’t swallow all of his cream. Some of it flowed out of the right side of my mouth unto his thighs. What seemed like ages, his pulsing dick gave one last squirt and began to soften in my mouth. He remained leaned back on the chair with his eyes closed, breathing deeply in post orgasmic gasps. His balls relaxed and hung down low, resting on the olive green clothe of his Army fatigues. I hated to release his spent prick out of my mouth. I wanted to keep it there all night. He straightened up on the chair. “Thanks, man, that was great!” he exclaimed, with that wonderful big as Georgia smile of his. “Didn’t think anything could feel that good! Now I can tell the guys I’ve been sucked off too!” Shit, that scared me when he said that! “Hey man,” I answered him alarmed, “This has got to be our little secret, okay? I could get into big trouble for this if it got out!” “No, you don’t understand,” Randy retorted, “I wasn’t gonna say a guy sucked me, but I just wanted to be able to brag along with them other dudes. Don’t worry, Mike I won’t tell anybody about this.” That relieved me for the moment. Randy then got up and stuffed his well drained prick back into his pants and buttoned up. I got up and gave him my right hand, sort of like a high five. Could I come back for more if I need it?” he shyly asked. Damn, I wanted to just take that fucker in my arms and kiss the shit out of him for that statement. “Yeah, little buddy, anytime you need it, pal, just rap on my door.” P.S. How I got Randy to suck me off is the next chapter of this story! Stay tuned, guys!