Gay Erotic Stories

Christmas wasn't a very Merry one and now two weeks later, nothing had changed. I was sick to my stomach. I just couldn't shake the feeling. It all happened on the 3rd to the last day in training at Fort Sam Houston in late November. We were waiting for our orders, and my name along with over half of the 600 men were being sent to Vietnam. My thoughts went from feeling sorry for myself, to scared shitless, as we disembarked from the jet, after what seemed like an endless flight from Travis Air Force Base. As I think back, the first few days are a blur of processing, further orders, shots and shit. Within days, I was assigned to my new battalion, but spent only a couple of days there before being reassigned to a line company. That's where I met Norman. He was a few inches taller than me. Maybe 6'2" or 6'3". He was and E-5 and I was fresh out of boot-camp, 19 years old and only a PFC. We never said much to each other, because our paths rarely crossed. It was only a matter of two or three weeks though, when the company moved out into the jungles of Vietnam. I was one of two medics in the company and was instructed to stay back to secure the last of the equipment with a hand full of other soldiers, as the other medic and the rest of the company pulled out. We would be joining them in about a week or so. Being there were so few of us left, we sort of rallied around each other in the evenings, drinking ourselves into a stupor. On one of those evenings, Roman, this other dude and myself got pissed drunk. My booze had run out and the only thing left was Roman's scotch. I hated scotch but I didn't want to be left out. We would pass around the bottle, each taking a swig and washing it down with water. We started rough housing and I was getting turned on by this Italian, but was in fear of allowing my feelings to show. Besides, he was very much married. The few days we spent back in the rear, and the time spent on the road sort of threw us together as buddies. I think Roman may have also detected my fear of being in Nam and sort of played big brother. He was in telecommunications and would be play an important role in saving quite a few lives, with that knowledge. After a few very rough weeks of sleeping--encased between sandbags, I had filled myself, we finally settled into a make shift building called a hooch...dirt floor, dirt walls and sand bags or dirt sitting on top of PSP for a roof. I collected the wooden crates the rockets came in, to construct a floor in my little corner afforded me. There were about six of us sharing the hooch and Roman had the opposite corner on the same end of the hooch. Nights would find us drinking and just shooting the breeze. One night Roman was sitting on my bed which I had so creatively fixed out of a medical litter, (military for stretcher). I had even collected enough rocket crates to section off the area, as to have my own privacy. Everybody else slept in a common area. Roman lay back and I with out thinking lay my head on top of his chest. I was finally able to touch what I could only admire in the past. His tall slim frame was beautiful with only a wisp of hair on his chest. We lay there for about 5 or 6 minutes with nothing happening. I was to afraid to do anything else and since he didn't encourage me or show any signs, I finally said I was going to turn in for the night. I few moments later I heard this scratching sound coming from his corner, which incidentally was also sectioned off for privacy from the others. I wasn't sure what it was, dismissed it and drifted off to dream of Roman. The next evening found us again together, but this time I was going to give it my best shot. Having my head on the chest of my buddy would have to do if that's all he would allow, but when he again laid back with his feet hanging off the bed, I lay into his bosom. I was sure my heart was going to beat a hole in my chest. What was unusual was that there were two hearts pounding and I was sure it was loud enough for the whole damn place to hear. I snuggled my head in to him and he placed his hand on the back of my head and caressed it. That was my signal to fly into action, but whatever was to follow would have to be very discreet, being there were men hopefully asleep just a few feet away. Though they couldn't see us, the only thing that separated us from them was a curtain made from a medical sheet. I began by sliding my hand across his chest, still not being sure if I had a total green light. He then pulled me into him ,so we were staring into each others eyes. He kissed me gently. His soft lips pressing against mine. All the crap of the war around me left. The moments that followed were exactly what the doctor would have ordered if he were there. His tongue parted my lips and began probing my oral cavity. Mine darted in and out of his mouth as if propelled. He reached down and placed his hand on my already rock hard cock, causing a whimper to escape my lips, but Roman covered that up with another deep long kiss. I fumbled in the dark for what seemed like an eternity, trying to free his beautiful 6 inch steel rod from his very tight fatigue pants. After I undid the button and zipper, I still had to contend with getting it through the fly of his boxer shorts. The thought of taking is slim dick into my mouth with six other guys on the other side of the curtain was driving my crazy. This was going to be as difficult as walking through enemy territory without being detected. I finally was able to free that treasure, and immediately shifted my position to take in his manhood. I could smell the musk of his manliness and gently kissed his cock head. It twitched and I continued to tease it for a few minutes. Roman must have started going crazy with passion, because his body tightened and he writhed his ass a couple of times as if being me to eat it. I pressed my teeth together and pushed his penis through my lips. I slid down the shaft of his sweet cock then up and then down the other side. When I got backing to his cock head again, I parted my teeth and let them brush ever so lightly over his cock head then I flattened my tongue on the under side and encircled the head and slowly drove it home. I returned to the start position, but this next one I slid it all the way until it was deep into my throat. I felt his ass writhe again and began to fuck my face. I pinched on his nipples as he pumped harder, all the while remaining very quiet. It didn't take long before he had my head in his hand and was pulling on my hair out of sheer ecstasy. I continued to suck him, until he blew his wad with a painful expression on his face. I sucked up every last bit of cum and then moved in for another kiss, and to let him lick the cum off my tongue. I later asked why the painful look, and he said it was from not being able to cry out. He then told me that after last night, he tried to scratch on the wall to get me to come to him. I told him he was an idiot for not just getting up and making his feelings known. He was only 5 steps from my bed. I didn't get my rocks off that night--but that was going to change very soon! More to come