Date: Tue, 20 Feb 2024 02:02:09 +0000
From: William Razeur <billy.razor@outlook.com>
Subject: ROTC Bivouac

ROTC Bivouac

My high school offered a choice between ROTC (Reserve Officer Training
Corps) and PE (Physical Education) classes. I chose ROTC because I was too
shy to undress or shower in front of my classmates.

Every Spring, the ROTC classes had a bivouac to put into practice what we
had learned during the year about military operations. A bivouac is
basically a military campout. We carpooled into the Guadalupe Mountains
where each of the three ROTC companies would set up camps and perform
military maneuvers for a three day weekend.

The school provided uniforms, military boots, rifles, ammunition and
camping tents, . The students provided their own duffle bags, sleeping
bags, a canteen for water and food for themselves for the weekend. We wore
our own clothes since the school didn't want us ruining the dress blue
uniforms we wore for school inspections. Ammunition for the rifles was
blanks.

It was my sophomore year, 10th grade. I was 15. I'm Billy, blond, buzz cut
hair with blue eyes. 5'6" ,weighing 135 pounds, trim body with bubble
butt. Considered a cute kid.

I rode with my squad leader, Sergeant Aguilar, in his car with three other
members of our squad. I don't remember the other squad members. I only
remember Sergeant Aguilar.

Sergeant Aguilar and I were in the school band together. He was a
senior. He played alto saxophone. He was close to my height, 5'7" and we
weighed about the same, 135 pounds. He was Hispanic and had dark brown hair
worn in a standard men's haircut parted on one side and cut above his
ears. He had brown eyes. He wore black rimmed glasses. He had golden brown
skin and a nice complexion. He was a nice looking guy.

When we arrived at our designated campsite, we unloaded our equipment which
had been taken in a school van. Sergeant Aguilar assigned who would share
tents. We were each provided a half tent, so we had to have a tent-mate to
have a whole tent. Sergeant Aguilar assigned me to be his tent-mate.

Each squad was assigned an area of the company camp site. Aguilar told the
other squad members where they were to pitch their tents. He chose the area
for our tent.

It happened there were two large mesquite bushes growing close together in
our area. I thought it would be a good idea to put our tent in the narrow
space between the bushes so it would be somewhat
hidden. Camouflage. Aguilar agreed so we connected our two tent halves and
pitched our tent. Then we laid out our sleeping bags inside. Spring in New
Mexico is warm so the sleeping bags would be more for cushion than warmth.

The company commander instructed us to settle into our camp and eat
supper. Each tent was to provide a night watch to guard our perimeter all
night long. Aguilar assigned me to the first watch, so when it got dark, I
sat behind our tent watching for the "enemy".

When you are 15 years old, sitting by yourself in the dark in a strange
place, watching for the "enemy", you begin to imagine things moving in the
dark. Also, I didn't have a watch and we weren't allowed to have our cell
phones, so I had no idea what time it was, or how long I had sat
there. After who knows how long, and being sufficiently, creepily bored, I
crawled inside the tent and informed Aguilar it was his turn.

"Don't worry about it," Aguilar said, and didn't move from his sleeping
bag.

I accepted his attitude about guard watch duty and climbed into my sleeping
bag in my clothes. I lay there on my back, in the dark, trying to be
comfortable sleeping on the ground in a musty smelling, small tent.

I began to hear shuffling sounds coming from Aguilar's sleeping bag. It was
dark so I couldn't see what he was doing, but there was movement in his
sleeping bag.

After awhile, Aguilar said, "Little Razeur, are you awake?" He always
called me Little Razeur.

"Yes," I replied.

"Little Razeur, do you masterbate?" he asked

"What?" I replied.

"Do you masterbate?" he asked again.

"What is that?" I asked.

At 15 years old, I was extremely naive about sex. My dad had never given me
the sex talk, and never did. My knowledge of sex was zero except for having
seen farm animals breeding. That was farm animals. I had never made a
connection between animals breeding and people. Like I said, I was
extremely naive.

"You don't know what masterbation is?" Aguilar asked incredulously.

"No, What is it?" I asked curiously.

"Its when you hold your penis in your hand and move your hand up and
down. It feels really good and makes you cum," Aguilar answered. "You
should try it."

"I don't think so," I responded, not sure where Aguilar was going with this
conversation.

"Yeah, you should try it, Little Razeur," he continued. "I'm doing it now."

I could still hear the shuffling in his sleeping bag and I noticed a musky
odor, not unpleasant, but unusual.

"Is your penis hard?" Aguilar asked.

"No," I replied, still hearing the shuffling sound.

"Mine is," saiid Aguilar. "Do you want to touch it?"

"No," I replied.

Meanwhile, all of this talk about hard penises was making my penis
hard. Out of curiosity, I quietly unzipped my Levis and pushed down the
elastic waistband of my tighty whiteys and grasped my expanding dick. It
felt good as it grew in my hand.

I had had many erections, but they always went away after awhile It was
just an annoying embarrassment. I never understood what purpose an erection
served. Now I had mine in my hand and it felt pretty good.

With my fingers wrapped around my hard, six inch, circumcised dick, I began
to move my hand up and down. It did feel good.

"Can I touch your penis?" Aguilar asked.

"No," I replied.

Suddenly, in the dark, Aguilar's hand was on my hand and he moved my hand
the short distance between us (no more than a foot) to rest on top of his
erect penis. I felt the head of his penis throb under the palm of my
hand. There was a wetness to the head of his penis as it swelled under my
touch.

My immediate reaction was to jerk my hand away, but Aguilar held it firmly
on his penis.

"See,Little Razeur, this is my erect penis," said Aguilar. "Do you like
it?"

Before I could answer, Aguilar reached across the short distance between us
and his hand was on my penis.  My dick swelled at his touch and some
liquid, not pee, came out.

"You do have an erection, Little Razeur," he said.

I heard more shuffling from Aguilar and could feel that he had moved in the
dark and was right beside me. He held my hand on his hard penis and grasped
my hard dick in his other hand and began to move his hand up and down.  It
did feel really good. I wrapped my fingers around Aguilar's hard penis and
began to stoke it like he was doing to me.

It was not long after I began stroking Aguilar's penis that he moved in the
dark again. I could tell by how my hand moved with his penis. He was now
reversed so that his head was near my waist and his hard penis was in front
of my face. My hand was still on it.

Aguilar stroked my hard dick again and I felt a warm wetness surround the
head of my hard dick. I think he had the head of my penis in his mouth! My
dick throbbed and so did Aguilar's in my hand. I felt his tongue wash
around the sensitive head of my cut dick and it leaked more of the liquid
into his mouth.

I made a sudden intake of breath in response and when I did, the head of
Aguilar's penis was in my mouth. His tongue touched my pee hole. I gasped
again and his erect penis pushed all the way inside my mouth.  I could feel
his hairy ballsack tickling my chin. At the same time, I felt my hard dick
slide into Aguilar's mouth and my balls rested on his chin. I tried to gasp
again but my mouth was stuffed with Aguilar's hard, throbbing penis.

I tried to fight Aguilar off of me, but he was on top of me and the weight
of his body held me down. The struggle to get free stimulated my dick in
Aguilar's mouth and I began to feel like I was going to pee, but
different. My hard dick began to pump into his mouth and It felt really
good. I didn't care what was happening except that it felt really good.

As I was experiencing what I now know was my first orgasm, Aguilar began to
move his hard penis in and out of my mouth. He would push forward until his
penis head was into my throat and pull back until it was almost out of my
mouth. Then he would repeat. This was happening rapidly and I was shooting
my discharge down his throat.

The feeling of pleasure I was experiencing was so great that when Aguilar
began to shoot his orgasm down my throat I welcomed it. I sucked his penis
as if my sucking was transferred to his mouth sucking on my dick. This was
wonderful! I had never experienced anything like this and I wanted more.

Eventually, Aguilar finished his orgasm and his softening penis slipped out
of my mouth. He released my dick from his mouth. He lay with his head on my
thigh. He soft penis was on my shoulder.

We lay there a little while before he said, "Little Razeur, did you like
that?"

I had to admit, "That was great! That was masterbation?"

"No, Little Razeur, that was masterbation and blowjob," he
replied. "Masterbation is using your hand to stimulate your penis to make
it hard. When you stimulate it enough you will cum. Blowjob is having your
penis in someone's mouth and stimulating it until it cums. Did you like my
cum?"

"It was okay." I replied. "I didn't really pay much attention to the taste
because I was enjoying the feeling of cumming in your mouth. I don't notice
a bad aftertaste, so it must be okay. Can we do it again?"

Aguilar laughed, "Yes we will do it again but not now. We should get some
sleep."

Aguilar shuffled and turned in the dark and snuggled up beside me and we
fell asleep.


The next morning we were startled awake by gunfire.  I quickly zipped up my
pants and peeked out the tent flap while Aguilar got dressed. Unbeknownst
to me, he had been naked for our activity last night.

One of the other companies was attacking our camp. It was chaos as Company
A charged around among the tents of our sleeping company. Apparently, all
of the night watch had the same attitude as Aguilar's "don't worry about
it."

I reached for my rifle assuming I was expected shoot back at the
"enemy". Aguilar held my arm.

"Don't bother," he said. "They won't see our tent among the bushes."

And they didn't. No one bothered us.

Our company had to "muster" in response to the attack. The company
commander had to determine his losses. which seemed to be a lot. And, he
would lose points for not having sufficient perimeter watch. For our poor
defense, we got to march around in the semi-arid foothills for most of the
day and never saw another "enemy" company.

We took a break for lunch. I had a can of Vienna sausage with some
crackers. The school provided water for our canteens. I don't know what
Aguilar ate, but it was with flour tortillas. Then we got to march around
some more looking for the "enemy" which we never found. It was pretty much
a wasted Saturday.

We returned to camp and ate supper. This time I had a can of beanie weenie
and crackers. Aguilar had something with his flour tortillas. We were tired
and crawled into our tent to rest.

We were barely in our tent when Aguilar had his hand on my crotch. His
touch made me hard instantly, knowing what it would lead to. We were on our
knees in the center of the tent. I let him unzip my Levis and he pulled
them down past my firm, round, bubble butt. Normally, my shyness about
being naked around my classmates would have kept me from allowing this, but
I knew it could lead to something very pleasurable.

Aguilar's hand was on my rapidly hardening dick. He massaged it as it grew
to its full six inch length and 1 1/4 inch diameter. While his one hand was
on my dick, his other hand was undoing the button and zipper on his
Levis. He pushed his Levis and red briefs down past his golden brown butt
cheeks. His hard cock popped free. It was six inches of uncircumcised,
precum leaking man-meat about the same thickness as mine. It was surrounded
by black, curly, coarse hair. His hairy ballsack hung low behind his cock.

I had never seen another boy's or man's genitals before, except my younger
brothers' and they looked like me, but smaller. Aguilar was Hispanic and
had a foreskin and was my size!

I reached out and wrapped my hand around his hard cock. it swelled and
throbbed in my hand. Precum liquid flowed out of his wrinkled, brown
foreskin and down over my fingers. I let go of his cock and tentatively
tasted Aguilar's precum. It was sweet. I licked it off of my fingers and
grabbed his cock again. With my other hand, I reached down and cupped his
heavy balls in my palm. His balls responded to my touch by withdrawing
upward toward his groin before relaxing back down onto my hand.

Aguilar was exploring my body while I was exploring his. He had my
hairless, smooth ballsack in one hand while he jacked my hard dick with the
other. We looked into each other's eyes and smiled. We were enjoying what
we were doing. It felt good.

Aguilar gently laid me down on my back on my sleeping bag. He lay down
beside me with his face toward my hard dick and his hard, uncut cock in
front of my face. I knew from last night what to do. I grasped his cock and
touched my tongue to the wrinkled foreskin and licked up the precum that
was dripping there. Aguilar made a pleasurable moan in response to my
tongue.

His mouth enveloped my bulbous dick head and I felt his tongue swirl around
the head. It sent shivers up my body. I pushed my tongue into Aguilar's
foreskin and could feel his cock head hidden inside. I felt precum flow
from his pee hole.

I had never seen an uncircumcised penis before and I was infatuated with
the mystery of it. With my hand I pulled the brown skin down toward the
bush of coarse, black, pubic hair. His cock head was still covered, so I
regrasped his cock and pulled some more skin down. this time I could see
the tip of his brown cock head.

All this time, Aguilar was working his hand and mouth on my hard dick. His
hand and mouth were moving up and down and around in circles. My dick was
wet with Aguilar's spit and felt like it was straining to be longer but the
dick skin was too short. Aguilar caressed my balls with his other hand as
he sucked my aching dick. I was going to cum!

I felt my orgasm start at what felt like my asshole and the feeling of
pleasure swelled up inside me until my cum was filling Aguilar's mouth. He
continued to move his hand and mouth up and down and around as he swallowed
my ongoing discharge. I bucked my hips toward Aguilar's face as he took my
cum load.

My orgasm triggered Aguilar's orgasm. I felt his cock swell in my hand as
he pushed his hips toward my face and his cock filled my mouth. I could
feel his warm, sweet cum pumping out of his wrinkled foreskin as I closed
my lips around his veiny shaft. I swallowed as quickly as I could to not
let any of his sweet cum leak out of my mouth. My tongue swirled around his
throbbing cock shaft as it continued to dump his man seed down my throat.

We sucked each other's hard, ejaculating cocks as if it were dessert and we
were starving. I could feel that my orgasm was ending and I wanted it to
not stop. Aguilar's bursts of warm, sweet sperm was lessening and I pressed
my face into his hairy black bush trying to get more. Even when it had
stopped, I continued to suck his softening cock draining it of any
lingering cum.

When I accepted that this orgasm had ended, I gently licked and sucked his
cum off of his beautiful brown cock. I pushed my tongue inside his
shriveled foreskin and sucked any residual cum. I liked Aguilar's taste and
I couldn't get enough.

Aguilar had been doing the same to my softening penis. He licked and sucked
me clean. He licked my smooth ballsack and pushed his tongue behind my
balls toward my asshole. This was another new feeling. My immediate
reaction was to push away. My Asshole is my most private place and no one
had ever touched me there, but it felt good.

Just as we were beginning to relax from our heated activity, the company
commander ordered everyone to "fall in".  We were going out on another
maneuver in the dark. We quickly pulled our pants up and made ourselves
presentable, hoping it wasn't obvious what we had been doing. We crawled
out of our tent and fell into formation with the rest of our company.

We spent about two hours clomping around in the dark looking for the other
companies and never found them. We returned to our camp and were
exhausted. The commander ordered to us to "get some sleep" and not forget
about keeping perimeter guards.

Aguilar and I crawled back into our tent. We were both tired from walking
all over the foothills in the dark, but we had other business to take care
of. Without even asking the other, we both stripped out of our clothes. We
were both naked in the small tent. And even though we couldn't see anything
in the dark we knew what we wanted.

When I was completely naked, I reached out toward Aguilar and found his
naked body kneeling in front of me. He put one hand on my shoulder and the
other found my already hard dick. He squeezed it gently and pulled me to
him. I practically fell forward, losing my balance in the dark. Aguilar
caught me. My arms went automatically around him to steady myself.

I felt his warm, soft lips against mine. This was another new feeling I
wasn't expecting, but I wanted it. I opened my lips and returned his
kiss. Aguilar pushed his tongue into my mouth. I sucked on his tongue like
I had sucked on his cock earlier. Then we traded and he sucked on my
tongue. We ground our bodies against other. Our hard penises were leaking
precum. Aguilar had my firm, bubble butt cheeks in his hands, kneading my
flesh. We were headed for another pleasurable orgasm.

Aguilar laid me gently down on my back on my sleeping bag. I relaxed in his
arms, trusting him to teach me more about the pleasure of sex.

In the dark of our tent, Aguilar began kissing my body, from my face, down
my neck to my chest. He sucked on my nipples. Each kiss and each suck made
my dick harder. He moved his kisses down across my flat stomach and tongued
my belly button. He moved down until his mouth was against my bulbous
cockhead. He opened his lips and took the head inside his mouth. He swirled
his tongue around my precum-leaking dick. My dick swelled in his mouth.

He moved his mouth up and down my throbbing, leaking dick shaft and then
moved to suck on my balls.  He took each ball in his mouth and bathed it
with his tongue before replacing it with the other. I felt his tongue
moving on behind my balls toward my ass.

Aguilar was kneeling between my legs which he spread wide. He placed his
arms under my knees and raised them onto his shoulders.  He moved forward
forcing my body weight onto my neck and shoulders. My arms lay at my sides
as Aguilar did with me as he pleased and I looked forward to the pleasure
we would feel.

He moved his upper body forward and leaned in and sucked my balls again. He
closed his lips around my sack and gently tugged.  This was a little
painful, but pleasurable at the same time.

Then he licked his way behind my balls to my asshole. His tongue licked
across my asshole. My immediate reaction was to tightly close my
sphincter. But again there was a pleasurable feeling to his tongue on my
anus. I relaxed and allowed his tongue to push inside my virgin hole. He
tongued my asshole like it was more dessert before he backed off and let my
legs down off of his arms.

I could sense Aguilar leaning across to his duffle bag as he retrieved a
small bottle of "Glide". (I couldn't see it then, but found out the next
day what it was.) He knelt between my legs and squeezed some "Glide" into
my hole. He then squeezed "Glide" onto his hard, brown, uncut cock and
aimed it at my hole.

Aguilar pushed gently against my hole. I relaxed my sphincter and felt his
foreskin covered cockhead slip past my anal ring. It hurt, and my ass
popped his cockhead back out. Aguilar then gently pushed a finger inside me
and massaged my asshole until it relaxed. Then he pushed two fingers inside
me and moved them in and out until my asshole relaxed some more. Each time
his fingers pushed inside me, I could feel a thrill of pleasure from
something they touched inside me. I wanted more.

Again, Aguilar raised my legs onto his shoulders and aimed his hard, brown
cock at my hole. He pushed forward and my sphincter let him enter. There
was pain, but there was also pleasure. Aguilar waited a little while my ass
adjusted to his cock being inside before pushing forward again. Each time
he pushed, a little more of his cock slid inside. Each time he pushed it
hurt, but I also felt the pleasure and wanted more.

At last, I felt the course, tickle of his black pubic bush against my
bubble butt cheeks, and his hairy ballsack resting on my tailbone. He held
my ass impaled on his cock shaft. I couldn't see anything in the dark tent
but I imagined he was smiling down at me.

When all of the initial pain had subsided and the feeling of pleasure
filled my asshole, I squeezed Aguilar's cock with my ass muscles. He began
to breed me. This I remembered seeing horses do at our ranch. I could
relate.

I could feel Aguilar's cock pull back to almost out of my ass and then push
forward again. Each time it moved, there was a place inside me that felt
really good. I wanted more of that feeling. I began to push my hips up to
meet his forward thrusts as he plowed into my ass each time. Aguilar
started slowly at first, but as he went on, his thrusts became faster and
harder. He was breathing hard as he slammed his hips into my firm bubble
butt.

My own dick was hard and hanging over my face. I couldn't see it, but I
could feel the precum dripping from it onto my face and chest. Each forward
thrust from Aguilar seemed to push more precum out of my dick. Then,
suddenly I felt my orgasm. It started at my asshole and swelled up through
my balls and out of my hard dick. I felt globs of my cum hitting me in my
face and landing on my chest. Some landed on my mouth and I licked it and
discovered that I taste good.

At the same time, I felt Aguilar slam hard into me and hold. His hips
shuddered and I could feel his cumload pumping into my sore ass. He would
make a lunge against my bubble butt and I would feel another blast of cum
shoot down inside me. He made several lunges against me before he lowered
my legs off of his shoulders and pulled his cock out of my sore ass. I
could feel his cum running out of my ass onto my sleeping bag. Aguilar lay
down beside me, and we lay there catching our breath until we fell asleep.

The next morning we were awakened with orders to break camp and load
up. Aguilar and I had to get dressed. He helped me use my canteen water to
clean my dried cum off of my face.

We rolled up our sleeping bags and stuffed them and our few other
belongings into our duffle bags. We tore down our tent, each keeping one
half to turn in at school tomorrow.  Then we got back into Aguilar's car
and he drove us back to school. The school had notified our parents so my
mom was there to pick me up when we arrived.

For the next three weeks, until the end of school, ROTC classes were
basically turning in equipment, cleaning our rifles, polishing our boots
and turning in our uniforms. Aguilar and I never spoke about what had
happened that weekend, but we always had a knowing smile for each
other. Three weeks later, Aguilar graduated and I never saw him
again. Looking back on it, I'm sure Aguilar had been planning on me being
his tent mate for a long time. I'm glad he did.

For the next two years, Spring bivouac was basically a waste of time. We
did the same worthless marching around playing army. But my first bivouac
was my sex education. Yes, this was my experience.

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