Date: Fri, 18 May 2012 18:38:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: thelilghost06_nthesarge@yahoo.com
Subject: Roommates Adjust

Roommates Adjust

A Fantasy

This story is total fiction--I've never written anything like it before and
don't know if I will again. I think this will be a standalone one part
story, but my characters may have other ideas. These characters and their
actions exist in the imagination of the author and are meant to reflect no
one nor to condemn or condone any practice contained herein. As usual, if
this kind of story is illegal where you live please do not read it;
likewise, if you don't like this kind of story, why did you click on it in
the first place? If you are underage SCRAM! Also, the characters in this
story are immune to disease and suffer no physical or psychological harm
unless I, the omniscient author, want them to. Play safe, and if you do get
into this kind of wild, make sure all the participants are willing;
remember that it's just for fun.

Finally, after writing this story, I understand what Sir Ralph Vaughn
Williams meant when he said of his own 6th Symphony: "I don't know that I
like it, but it is what I meant."

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It had been a frustrating night. He was fresh out of OSUT, and airborne
training and at his first duty station; he hadn't gotten laid since the
week before he'd left home nineteen very long weeks ago and, had barely had
a chance to whack his weenie since. He got to Ft. Bragg earlier in the week
and had in-processed and had been assigned to his unit. His room was on the
third floor of a "new style" barracks which consisted of six two-man rooms
per floor, each with a bathroom with shower included. Four of the rooms on
the floor were unoccupied, and there was only one guy in the other room.
The vast majority of the enlisted men in the company were married with
families, so very un-like the combat arms where he would serve the rest of
his career.

His name was Benjamin (Benny) Rice, he was seventeen years old (his widowed
mother had signed for him so he could join) pale white, five feet six
inches tall and weighed about one hundred thirty-five pounds; he was strong
but, looked almost scrawny; he had one of those physiques that no matter
how much he worked out, Benny could never bulk up--it seemed his muscles
just got denser and harder, but never bigger. He had dark black hair in a
high n tight, and very pale blue eyes that gazed impassively from a
delicate almost pretty face; full lips and high cheekbones and arching brow
would have given him an almost aristocratic look had he been more
forceful. There was a tattoo of a tiger wrapped around his left calf,
stylized angel wings on his back and a tat of Marvin the Martian on his
right thigh, pointing at Ben's shaved genitals with a speech bubble that
said "Oh goody, my Illudium Q36 explosive space modulator!"

Benny's new roommate was of Latin extraction Cuban from Miami; SPC Danny
Rivera was twenty-two years old, about five feet ten inches tall and
weighed I at one hundred seventy perfectly sculpted pounds, his coal black
hair was in a perfect high and tight, he had heart-breaking dark brown eyes
and bee-stung, pouting lips that gave him a puppy-dog look, his slightly
flattened roman nose perfectly complemented his face. His skin was flawless
café-con-leche, and his body looked like an anatomic rendering of
perfection. Ben had seen him in his jockstrap and his ass was to-die-for
gorgeous with just a dusting of black hair, and his slightly bowed legs
would have made Michelangelo tear his hair out and give up sculpting in
despair. Danny's package was still sort of a mystery--he slept on top of
the covers in his tighty-whities, so Ben got a glimpse of some very
respectable morning wood--but hadn't seen what made him a boy in the flesh,
so to speak.

Ben arrived in the middle of the week and his team chief had taken him
around post to "in-process" and the company had been busily recovering from
a field exercise, so he had not gotten to know anyone to speak to but Danny
and a couple of married guys on his team. After COB, he tried to find a
cruise spot, but had come up empty, and because of "recovery" Danny was in
the room almost all the time so Benny hadn't even had a chance to beat-off.

Finally, Friday night rolled around and Ben went to see a movie--and cruise
the bathroom there--he got sort of lucky; there was a glory hole and he got
to give a blow-job to a nice juicy black dick! Just as the black dude was
about to reciprocate, one of the movies must have let out because the
latrine got super busy super-fast; Ben couldn't stand up for the hole, and
the traffic spooked his buddy, who zipped up and flushed and disappeared.
As soon as the door banged open and someone entered the next stall, Ben
realized he had to bail because this was probably a known cruise spot and
he didn't want to get caught (call it a freak-out). He thought about going
back in once the crowd died down, but paranoia got the best of him and he
took off for the barracks.

He arrived at the barracks around 2230 and met his floor mate (a really
cute guy who was half black and half Vietnamese) on the stairs heading out
"to get laid". For the first time ever, Benny found he had the room to
himself! He decided to waste no time with getting naked instead he just
grabbed his lotion, pushed his jeans and underwear down, flopped down on
his bunk and started to stroke and finger his asshole. Ah, so good. Just as
his nut started to build, Ben heard the stairwell door bang open.

"Fuck!" He snarled in a whisper.

He dropped his cock and grabbed his waistband and shuffled quickly to the
bathroom. He heard the room door open just as the bathroom door shut--in
his aroused state he failed to note that it didn't latch--and was about to
resume extreme dick message when he heard Danny stumble into the bathroom.

"That's a sweet ass you got white boy," he stated in a quietly and stepped
up behind Benny. His right hand caressed Ben's bare ass and his left
reached around and grabbed at his cock.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Ben rasped and started to struggle, "Don't!
Please, don't touch me!"

"I'm gonna fuck you," Danny said matter-of-factly as he took Ben down to
the floor. Danny was surprised at how strongly his would be pussy-boi
struggled. He enjoyed it, but thirty-five pounds and four inches of
leverage and extreme horniness took its toll and Benny was soon pinned, ass
exposed, to the floor. Something in the way Danny had manhandled him made
Benny realize that he wasn't dangerous.

"I know you're a faggot; I seen you lookin' at me. I know you want me to
fuck you, and I'm so fuckin' horny."

Benny gradually stopped protesting, and as Danny spoke, he stopped
struggling altogether; he heard the rip of Danny's zipper as he readied his
tools for the job ahead. Ben was so glad that he'd lotioned his hole
before, because Danny plugged him without so much as spit.

Soon, Danny was jackhammering Benny's ass; Ben raised his ass to each
thrust; Danny's hand found its way under them and rapidly and expertly
stroked Ben to ecstasy. All too soon, Benny's nut exploded all over the
floor and that gave Danny the signal to unload in his ass. After a few
seconds, Danny rolled off of him onto the floor beside him; as they lay
there gasping like fish in the bottom of a boat, he reached over to Ben,
pulled his face to his and kissed him with passion.

"That was fun," Danny said as soon as he recovered his voice.

"Wow," was all Benny could manage say.

Danny got up and pissed and stepped out of the room closing the door so Ben
could see to his post-fuck needs. He got up and used the toilet, and mopped
the copious puddle of come from floor with his wash rag. Ben felt grungy
and so stripped off and hopped into the shower. He soaped up and rinsed off
twice, and was just letting the water course down his back when Danny
appeared, and gazed at him for a moment. He quickly stripped off his
clothes and was in the shower hugging and enveloping Benny to him. He cooed
some nonsense and nibbled at his ear and caressed his body. Soon, both
Danny and Ben were aroused. Benny turned around and kissed Danny full in
the mouth. After a few minutes of tonsil hockey, Benny knelt and took
Danny's eight plus inches into his velvety maw and began the best blow job
he could manage. Danny hissed and cursed quietly as Benny brought him to
the edge of orgasm over and over again. Finally, when he couldn't stand it
any further Danny grabbed Benny's ears and held his head still and
skull-fucked him until with a groan, he unloaded what seemed like a pint of
cum into Benny's waiting mouth and throat. Benny, to his own surprise, felt
his balls spasm and pump out rope after rope of cum across the shower
floor.

After he caught his breath, Benny started to stand up; Danny stopped him
with a hand on his shoulder.

"Stay there," he said as he let loose a stream of piss that sprayed Benny
in the face, and hosed him all over. Benny, found himself, to his
amazement, enjoying this treatment.

As Danny's piss stream slackened, he said, "Look at me Benny."

Benny looked up into Danny's face.

"Open your mouth wide and stick out your tongue."

Without a thought Benny complied. Danny spit strait into Benny's mouth.
Benny swallowed and with all deliberation stood up, and grabbed Danny by
the back of the head. He stared intently into Danny's face and kissed him
fiercely forcing his jaws apart with his tongue. Benny leaned back a little
and spit into Danny's open mouth and swiftly returned the violent lip lock;
their teeth clicked together and their tongues wrapped around one another
like mating snakes, and every so often they would swap spit back and
forth. Both had rampant cocks--carbon blue steel--Benny stepped back a
little, without letting up on Danny's mouth, and began to hose Danny's
torso with hot piss. Danny's eyes opened wide for an instant but just as
quickly took on a blissful look. As Benny's urine flow stopped, Danny broke
their kiss and spun him to face the wall. He took Benny's ass without
preliminaries and soon they were rutting for all they were worth. Danny
pulled Benny's face back to his by his chin, and once again their mouths
locked together. With something between a roar and a howl, Danny's body
jerked as he experienced his first dry orgasm since he was a pre-teen. He
stayed inserted in Benny until he had recovered his breathe and his
senses. He leaned forward and gently nibbled Benny's ear and whispered,

"You're mine. I'll never hurt you, and I won't get you trouble with your
job, but I own you--you are my toy--I take good care of my toys. We're
gonna explore who you are and what makes you tick Benjamin Rice."

At this point, Danny pulled out and after briefly cleaning his dick and
rinsing off, stepped out of the shower and started to dry himself.

At this point Ben turned around and spoke for only the second time since
the whole affair started,

"I'm having fun Danny--I like you--you're fucking hot. I like the games
we've played so far. Know this though, if you forget it's a game or you
deliberately try to hurt me, I will break your arm, without a second
thought. Are we clear?" Benny had spoken in an almost cheery sing-song and
now gave Danny a crooked grin.

"Can your box or wrestle?" he added hopefully.

Danny just smiled for a time, and then he said,

"Hurry up and finish with your shower so I can dry you off. You are
sleeping with me--no negotiation on that point--and we'll plan our fun with
you spooned up in front of me--got me?"

Benny finished his shower and stepped into the oversized towel Danny
held. When Danny had carefully and completely dried him and kissed and
tongued his belly button, Benny mumbled that he wanted to brush his
teeth. Danny was sitting on his own bunk naked, when Benny emerged from the
bathroom. Benny hung his towel up to dry and presented himself to Danny.

"You're hot and I love your ink." Danny pronounced as he slid between the
sheets and pulled Benny's back snug to his chest. He nuzzled at Benny's
neck and fell asleep.

For his part, Benny was satiated for the moment, but as he drifted off,
images of pain and joy, exaltation and degradation, agony and ecstasy,
coursed through his mind. Let the games begin was Benny's last conscious
thought.

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Part two will follow their floor mate Park Jackson--I need the break to
marshall my thoughts for Benny and Danny. I don't like Benny at all, but he
is in my head and the only way to get rid of him is write him down. Thanks
for reading this story, more will come soon. Remember though, without Nifty
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