Gay Erotic Stories

My last assignment was back to the west coast, where I was put in charge of the recruitment center. Among other duties, it was my charge to ensure all the hunky young recruits were in the best of health as they went through basic training. This meant I got to see a lot of young naked men, which wasn’t so bad when you think about it.

Several months into my tour, I decided to have some fun with the recruits. In order to do this however, I needed the cooperation of one of the sergeants who were in charge of a groups of twenty men or thereabouts. Actually, I figured out a way to enlist the sergeant’s help without spilling the beans. I had one of the medics fetch an unsuspecting sergeant to the dispensary.

“Sergeant, your men are in their fifth week of training. Is that correct?”

“Yes sir!”

“And how are they doing?”

“Fine sir … well, you know, I’ve got a few that are a problem. But they have been disciplined accordingly.”

“Right. Now then sergeant, we have a new procedure for basic training.”

“What’s that, sir?”

“The men need to be inspected for sexual maturity.”

“Excuse me, sir?”

“It’s very important that all the men going thru basic training be evaluated for sexual maturity. Do you understand?”

“Ah … yes sir … what should I do?”

“This afternoon at 1600 hours, I want you to muster your men at the barracks for inspection.”

“Yes sir! Is there anything I can do to assist you?”

“Just follow my instructions … you’ll figure it out.” The sergeant left the dispensary as I finalized my plan.

Promptly at 1600 hours, I arrived at the barracks. The sergeant was waiting for me at the office.

“The men are ready, sir. Follow me!” There were actually four sections to the barracks, each housing approximately twenty men. The sergeant led me up the stairs to the second floor.

“Attention on deck!” shouted the sergeant as we entered large area with double bunk beds. The men were standing at attention, dressed in military green pants, brown t-shirts, and polished boots. This was going to be fun!

“Men, the doctor is here to examine your sexual health. I don’t want any bullshit! This is serious!”

“Sir, yes sir!” shouted the men in unison.

“Sergeant, have your men strip naked!”

“Yes sir! Okay men, you heard the doctor! Off with the clothes! NOW!” There was a mad rush, as the men began disrobing. If the military teaches you anything, it to neatly fold your clothes. This was taking a little extra time, but I wasn’t in any hurry. “Hurry the fuck up assholes. The doctor doesn’t have all day!” Actually, I did. After several minutes, all twenty men were standing stark naked in front of their bunks.

“Okat sergeant, have the men line up over there. I will inspect them individually in the training room.” There was a hustle to form a straight line.

“Poles to holes, men! Stop the bullshit!” Once the men were lined up, I opened the door to the training room and instructed the sergeant to observe each inspection. I took a chair, while the sergeant stood next to me.

“Let’s get started, sergeant. Have the first man enter!” The sergeant fetched my first victim.

“Stand at attention, recruit!” shouted the sergeant. The young man complied, standing directly in front of me.

“What’s your name, son?” I looked up at the recruit.

“Jamison, sir!”

“Well, Jamison, I am going to exam your genitals for sexual maturity. Stand at ease!”

“Sir, yes sir!” The sergeant stood by, frowning at the recruit who was scared to fucking death. I ran my hand over the young man’s pubic hair, which was plentiful and coarse.

“Sergeant, note Jamison’s thick pubic hair. This is a good indication of sexual maturity.”

“Yes sir, doctor.” The sergeant didn’t have a clue as to what was happening. Nor did the recruit. Next, I cupped the young man’s balls and squeezed them ever so slightly. The recruit flinched. I then grabbed the man’s dick and expanded the piss hole as far as possible.

“Tell me Jamison, when was the last time you masturbated yourself?” The sergeant’s face wrinkled up somewhat, waiting for the answer.

“Ah … it was the night before arriving at the base … sir!”

“And prior to entering the military, were you sexually active?”

“Ah … not really sir.”

“So you’ve never had sexual intercourse, Jamison?” The sergeant’s ears perked up a bit.

“Ah … no sir!” The sergeant now had a smirk on his face.

“And when was the last time you had an erection?”

“Gee sir, I can’t remember.” I picked up his dick, pretending to examine the goods.

“In order to complete the inspection Jamison, I need you to become erect. Do you understand?” The sergeant’s eyes got a little big.

“Ah … Okay, sir … you want me to play with myself?” The sergeant rolled his eyes and sighed.

“That’s right Jamison; show me what you’ve got!” The recruit started to massage his prick. Given the fact he probably hadn’t had a hard on for at least five weeks, it won’t take long to sprout a boner.

“How’s that, sir?” The recruit had successfully followed orders and stood before me with a rather large erection.

“That’s fine son.” I grabbed his throbbing dick and teased the recruit a bit by moving me hand up and down the shaft. Let’s hope he doesn’t cum, since I was in the direct line of fire.

“Sergeant, if you will observe.” I continued to hold the cock in my hand. “Note that there is no curvature to the penis, and the head is in proportion to the shaft. This is an excellent sign of sexual maturity.” I let go of the man’s hard on, which was about ready to burst.

“Okay sergeant, next man! Jamison, you can return to the barracks and stand pat.” Jamison walked out of the training room with his erection, passing by the remainder of the recruits. The sergeant cautioned the men not to snicker.

The next man came in, where the process was repeated. After the inspection was completed for all twenty men, the sergeant and I returned to the barracks.

“Attention on deck!” The recruits all snapped to attention before their respective bunks. And they weren’t the only thing at attention. There before us, were twenty men sporting twenty erections. This was fun!

“What’s next, sir?”

“Sergeant, I need to do a final examination of the men. Follow me!” I walked down the line, man handling each hard dick, making sure I stopped before we had a massive ejaculation party. As we were nearing the end of the line, I grabbed another dick and moved my hand back and forth on the shaft several times. There was a slight stiffening of the recruit, as I expanded his piss hold and ran my finger around the head of his penis. The recruit’s eyes started to get rather large. This boy was on the verge! Suddenly, he burst out.

“SIR! PERMISSION TO CUM, SIR!”

Before either the sergeant or myself could respond, a massive amount of cum flew from the recruit’s dick, practically hitting the sergeant in the process. The sergeant went ballistic.

“WHAT THE FUCK’S WRONG WITH YOU SON! CAN’T YOU CONTROL YOURSELF?” The recruit was nearly in tears.

“That’s okay sergeant. Periodic ejaculation is healthy and contributes to sexual maturity.” There was some snickering from the other men, all of which still had erections.

“Are you saying it’s okay for my men to masturbate?”

“Absolutely sergeant. In fact, I believe now would be a good opportunity.”

“You heard the doctor, men. NOW START JACKING YOURSELVES OFF!” There was a collective sense of glee, as the remaining nineteen men began the male ritual of masturbating. One by one, as each man reached the ‘point of no return,’ we would hear, “SIR! PERMISSION TO CUM, SIR!” Whereas the sergeant would grant permission and the recruit would unload on the floor.

All the men figured out that they didn’t want to be last to cum, so there was a mad rush to get off as quickly as possible. But it did leave the last man standing … or jacking, so to speak. The sergeant rushed up to the recruit who was, according to the sergeant, “taking his fucking time about it.”

“What the fuck’s wrong soldier? Can’t cum?”

“Sir … I’m trying!” The recruit picked up the pace, moving his hand quickly back and forth on the shaft.

“Hurry up, soldier! You’re holding up the team!” The sergeant was yelling so much, I was fearful the young man would lose his boner and go limp. Then we’d really have a problem.

Finally, the familiar “SIR, PERMISSION TO CUM, SIR!” rang out, and the recruit shot a nasty load onto the floor.

“Sergeant, I recommend you make this exercise part of their weekly routine. Do you understand?”

“Sir, yes sir!” The men had only smiles on their faces.

It wasn’t long before the ‘sexual maturity exercise’ became part of the recruitment curriculum. I felt this was my lasting legacy to the military … something that would endure and give the poor recruits something to look forward to every week. As I said, masturbation is a right of passage.

This now concludes my military duty. I hope you enjoyed the series.