Date: Sat, 10 Oct 2009 23:00:44 GMT From: "policyman1@juno.com" Subject: Labor Day Labor Day 1959 was a big celebration for most everybody on Post, except for those unfortunate few that pulled duty. Joey's pal Tom got picked to watch the field operations center for the long weekend and had talked Joey into covering for him. Tom's wife was to be in town and Tom had a lot stored for her. The old concrete building was 20 X 20, 2 double deck bunks on one end, no windows and a metal door. In case of foul weather was the reason given for such austerity. An A/C unit worked well and C Rations were in abundance. The deuce and a half dropped Joey off and promised to return on Tuesday morning. Two others that had not been successful in procuring a replacement met him at the door. The older guy (35) was a slight framed guy wearing his army issue boxers and a wife beater undershirt greeted him and introduced himself as Freddy, and his mate as Sam, about mid twenties, medium build and clad in what appeared to be the uniform of the day, shorts and undershirt. Freddy was in charge and said our job was to "Baby Sit" this site over the weekend, police up after ourselves, and if we were real good, he would share a large cooler of 3.2 beer with us. By Saturday afternoon late we were all in the uniform of the day, minus the undershirts, it gets hot as hell in South Carolina and all we had was a box fan. There was a long ago discarded box of playing cards, a jig saw puzzle, and some old paperbacks to pass the time. By dark, after a meal of WWll vintage c rations we sat outside and watched the stars, and the talk eventually turned to women and sex. Not necessarily the same thing, I was to learn. Freddy was the experienced man, he had been in the Army for almost 15 years, as high as a Staff Sargeant and as low, several times, as a buck private. He had a way of being there whenever trouble got there. Never anything more serious that insubordination, but enough to loose his stripes. Sam had some limited experience with sex, but Freddy was the old pro. Since I had very limited experience, I listened a lot. Freddy told about women from Singapore to the Phillipines, to Germany, and a dozen other places. I was enthralled and lapped it up like a puppy. At 17, a fresh breeze was enough to give you a boner and mine was at that point that it had a mind of it's own. The light came from inside and was dim but cut like a knife thru the front door. Beer is a commodity that you cannot buy, you can only rent it for a while and Freddy got up, walked to the edge of the clearing and started taking a leak. I had the same idea, but my dick was so hard and I was embarrassed for the others to see it, army issue boxers don't really cover much. But then, Freddy returned thru the light shaft coming from the door and his erection was certainly easy to see, conversation ceased and Sam and I locked our attention on his erect cock. One at a time, Sam and I repeated the same action, both with the same problem. Somewhere in the early hours, I fell asleep on the blanket I had brought from inside, with a raging hard on. I dreamed about my girl friend back home that I was fucking every Friday night, but mostly about the guy that had picked me up on a hitch hike a couple of months ago and sucked my dick until it was sore. I really liked pussy and especially titties but, there was just something about a guy sucking my dick that lit my fire. My fitful sleep was interrupted by moaning and guttural sounds from inside the building. And I sat up not sure of the circumstances. I listened and sought the origin of the noise coming from inside. I approached the open door and peeked in to see Freddy sitting crossways on the top bunk, his legs hanging off and his cock standing straight out. Sam was standing between his legs and stroking his cock as he slowly swallowed Freddy's very erect cock. My surprise was absolute for I had never seen two men having sex, and those two hard cocks produced the same for me. I backed away from the door far enough not to be seen but close enough to observe their activity. The moaning was coming for Freddy who was obviously enjoying Sam,s long deep sucking. Sam would flick his tongue over Freddy's cock head, then lick down the cock shaft to his nut sack and back up the other side. All the while Sam would stroke his own cock and it would drip pre cum on to the floor. They were oblivious of their audience or didn't care who witnessed them and never slowed. I watched and jacked for at least half an hour, seemed like 3 hours, had to stop several times before I was about to blow a load, didn't want to do that yet. I had only been with one man before and only lay there while he sucked my cock, it was very obvious that he enjoyed 16 year old 8" cock. I wanted to join in now but didn't know how or what reaction I would get. Torn for a decision, Sam announced that he had to piss, and started for the door, I jumped toward my blanket just as he exited toward the weeds to piss. He said to Freddy as he walked out; "Don't go anywhere, I'm not done with you" I lay there with my hard dick pointing to the sky wondering what to do when Freddy came out the door. I had been so intent watching Sam that I had forgotten about Freddy. I didn't see him or hear him until his mouth engulfed my now aching cock, and I gasped. Within a minute, they were both tending to my genetals. Freddy was trying to swallow my cock while Sams had my left testicle in his mouth. It took me all of about two minutes to start shooting ropes of cum down Freddy's sucking mouth. When he came up for air, Sam sucked it hard again and we were going again. It was a long weekend and I had to handle my dick very tenderly when I took a piss the rest of the week. My ass was too sore to sit down until Wednesday, but that is chapter 2.