Date: Fri, 3 Mar 2023 17:08:44 -0600 From: David Young Subject: Barracks Breeding part 3 Copyright: All rights to the story belong to the author and must not be republished for use without the author's permission. This story involves sex among consenting adults, if it is not legal to read this type of material where you are located then proceed at your own risk. My goal is to provide you with some sort of sexual contact in every posting, some will be masturbation but mostly it will involve two people who either love each other very much or are on their way to falling in love, or just need to relieve themselves. Please remember to donate to Nifty. Nifty provides a platform for people to post stories and for readers to get a chance to read some hot sex scenes and great plots for free and rely on donations to continue their great work. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html **************** As the water kept pouring from the sky on this rainy Texas day I was packing my last few things and getting ready to report the next day to my recruiter's office so he could put me on a plane to get me started on my long awaited journey to Basic Training and beyond. I know I make it sound like a space exploration mission and for me, it might as well be just that. My name is Justin Short, before you start with the last name jokes I am really not that short, I am 6 foot 1 inch tall and weigh one hundred and eighty-five pounds. No there aren't any more areas where I lack length either. I have heard all the short jokes you could think of. Not that I am built like a porn star or anything but I like what I see when I flex in the mirror. Anyways I have lived all of my life in Waco, Texas and due to my family's financial situation, we didn't travel much so I wouldn't call myself a world traveler. No, none of my family members were held up with David Koresh either. We are just poor country people each searching for our own ride out of our circumstances. My ride would take the shape of a Chevy Malibu driven by my SSG Flores whom I was scheduled to meet tomorrow April 8th, 2022. I was scheduled to be there at 11:00 hrs. SSG Flores and I have been talking since January when we started the paperwork to get me enlisted in the Army. There were a few struggles with my enlistment, starting with the low ASVAB score I received on my first test. I am not dumb, but I have never taken tests very well. I just get so nervous and I have the attention span of a squirrel. As planned arrived at SSG Flores office at 10:30 hrs and we talked about how the day would go. We left the recruiting office promptly at 11:00 hrs and took the nearly one-hour drive to the airport. SSG Flores and I parked in the parking garage at the Airport and strolled in together to get me through TSA and all set up for my flight. I had never been on an airplane and was scared out of my wits. SSG Flores kept telling me not to worry about it, that millions of flights go around the world every day without incident. As much as I am sure he thought he was helping he really was not. Oh well by noon I was through the TSA check-in line and was seated in Terminal U4 and would be there until 14:00 hours when my flight was scheduled to leave. Check-in was not too bad because I was not allowed to bring many of my personal belongings so I didn't have a checked bag. Luckily I did bring a book. I recently started reading The Book Thief by Markus Zusak, which he writes a fictional book that is set in Nazi Germany durring WWII. My goal was to finish the book before arriving at Fort Benning, GA because I was told they would take it away from me when I checked in with them. Apparently, everything nice and comfortable is considered contraband. My recruiter told me they would not even let me wear my own socks and underwear but would provide me with some that fit terribly and wore even worse. Who cares it's not like I was wearing Calvin Klien, who could afford that stuff? As I was reading my mind kept drifting to the fact that I was on my first real journey and all alone. I felt a mixture of sadness and fear. Sadness because as nutty as my family was I was going to miss them. Fear because I had never been anywhere before. At 14:00 hrs on the dot an announcement came over the intercom that stated "Now Boarding flight 823 to Atlanta, GA." I was immediately drawn out of my own head by the announcement and started putting my few belongings for the trip in my backpack and moved to the line to begin boarding the plane. As usual, everyone else acted like they knew how this all worked so I just followed along and did whatever the staff asked me to do. An attendant took my boarding pass and told me my seat number and pointed to a long hallway that lead to the entrance of the plane. While walking down the alleyway my heart was racing and I felt like my heart was going to beat out of my chest, but I kept walking all the same and finally made it to the door of the plane where another flight attendant looked at my pass and pointed to the area my seat could be found. Yea beings that it was paid for by these Great United States of America, otherwise known as Uncle Sam, it was in the back of the plane. I took my seat and watched the other passengers boarding the plane and locating their seats. It was nearly 20 minutes before everyone was onboard and things began to calm down and the pilot came over the intercom and made an announcement. It had something to do with take off, but I was not able to focus on any of the information with my nerves all out of wack. Soon there was a presentation by the flight attendants and several more messages from the pilot before the plane started moving slowly toward our runaway. The jolt of the plane taking off was crazy. I knew the plane would have to move fast but I didn't expect my head to be glued to the seat for the next 5 minutes while the pilot jabbed on the throttle. The next two and a half hours were all a blur since my nerves never really calmed down at all. Somewhere in flight I had the urge to pee but decided it could wait because the last thing I wanted was to be seen with piss running down my pants leg because the plane decided to hit turbulence while my pecker was in my hand. It was mid-afternoon when the plane landed and now the plan was to head to a reception area at the airport where I was to wait for a base to take me to Fort Benning. I was glad I had brought my book and not finished earlier in the day because it was nearing 22:00 hrs before the bus came to pick me up and about thirty other people up that were all set to report today for Basic Training. My mind was blown. The Soldiers at the airport working in the reception area were all so nice to use. The Soldiers driving the bus and telling us all about the next few hours were really fun and not dickheads. I was led to believe everyone would be mean to us here. None of the Army movies I ever watched showed this kind of calm just plain niceness. Sometime later our bus arrived at Fort Benning and the in-processing started. We were broken into smaller groups and sat through briefings about what we could and could not do while here at Fort Benning. They helped us set up our pay and even gave us a $200 cash advance on our first paychecks so that we could buy the needed things while staying here. After all the briefings my group lined up and ran through a haircut station. The barbers would ask you what you wanted and then giggle and run a stripe down the middle of your head and then shave you bald. The only left enough hair to protect your scalp from getting a sunburn. My body was about to give out, it was after 4:00 when we were finally led to a huge room filled with bunk beds where what must have been 200 other dudes asleep in already. We were instructed to find an empty bunk and bed down for the night. I had found myself conversing a few times with another guy my age named Patrick Gibbons. Patrick was from East Texas and every bit as country as me. Luckily Patrick and I found a bunkbead and he took the top and I took the bottom bunk. There was not much talking as we had all been traveling for almost 24 hours and were drained off every ounce of energy. I thought about Patrick for a few minutes before drifting off to sleep. See I have known I was into boys since I was young. I have worked hard at keeping it to myself and had never messed around with another boy, but Patrick sure was catching my eye. Patrick was 5 foot 6 inches tall and weighed about 140 pounds. He had dark blonde hair and his eyes were a greenish color. My favorite part is he had a real country accent that drove me crazy. I was shaken awake the next morning at 6:00 by Patrick who was already dressed and asked if I wanted to have breakfast with him this morning. I agreed and climbed out of my blanket in only my underwear. I was a little embarrassed about being undressed and only being a few inches from Patrick. He didnt seem to be bothered at all by my near nakedness. After getting dressed we walked to the chow hall and had breakfast and went back to our bunks. We had been instructed to meet at 7:30 out front of this building at which point our group would be going to supply to get our uniforms and whatever else the Army wanted us to have. Sure enough, our uniform consisted of seven tan-colored shirts, seven tan-colored underwear, seven tan-colored socks, and four Multi-Cam Uniforms. In addition, we were given to pair of combat boots, a winter coat, and some long underwear stuff for cold weather as well as two sets of Army Physical Fitness (PT)Uniforms. After making it through supply we were provided a Meal-Ready to Eat (MRE) and then given a thirty-minute lunch break. We were instructed to come back from lunch in our summer PT uniform. Over the next hour, the group was led through a few activities that were designed to test our initial physical activity. This test would allow us to process further and be placed in a training group to head to one of the actual barracks where training would begin. During the day at some point, I got in trouble for calling Patrick by his first name. Apparently no matter how good of friends we became we were to call each other by our rank and last name only. This was not a hard transition because neither of us had any rank above Private and our last names would soon be plastered to our chests. After the physical stuff, we were allowed to take a shower and get dressed in our uniforms now. This was when I became really nervous. It's easy to hide the fact you like guys when you are not surrounded by naked boys who would all be rubbing soap all over their bodies. I could tell Patrick, or PVT Gibbons was a bit nervous as well so we sort of stuck together and took things slow or tried to anyway. As soon as we entered the shower area my eyes about popped out of my head. At least ten guys were walking around completely naked and not a care in the world. My mind kept telling me to leave and just be stinky for the day or hang out and see if some of the dudes cleared out. I knew I would have no such luck. If I walked around stinky someone would make me shower, and that would be embarrassing. If I waited the place could even fill up more and therefore defeat the purpose of waiting. The shower area was just as you would imagine. One large room with shower heads coming out from the wall. So there was absolutely no privacy of any kind. When two guys exited the shower area Patrick and I were next and we just glanced at each other and walked on in. Both of us dropped our shorts and proceeded to shower. Everything was going as planned and there were no screwy awkward moments all through the shower. That is until Patrick caught me taking glances at his cock. I knew I was busted, but Patrick just smiled and we carried on without incident. We exited the showers and use our towels to cover our bodies in an effort to prevent others from seeing us naked. It was not really working, nor would it be a long-term thing since this was our shower routine from now on. Dressed in our Mult-Cam US Army Uniforms we both officially looked like Soldiers at this point. We met back up with our group for the formation and attended some additional briefings as well as were taken to the exchange to buy some tennis shoes and other necessities with our $200 advance. The rest of the day went by quickly since it was all planned out for us all we had to do was follow instructions and be where we were supposed to be. The last briefing of the day was at 19:00 hrs and at the conclusion, we were each handed a letter that ordered us to be shipped to our training group on a certain date in the future. Thankfully Patrick and I would be in the same place and in the same unit. After that final briefing, we had dinner and then it was back to our bunks to be bored out of our minds until lights out at 22:00 hrs. Patrick and I were to be staying at Reception until Friday which was April 15. Thankfully a short stay. Over the next few days, our building cleared out and was now down to only twenty or so guys by Wednesday. I had caught a few more glimpses of Patrick in the shower and a few with him just in his underwear by our bunk. I am also pretty sure I caught him looking at me a few times. This added a whole new level of spice to my thoughts. That Wednesday night I woke up in the middle of the night and had to piss really bad so I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom in just my shower shoes (cheap/stupid Flip Flops) and my underwear and proceeded to take a leak. The first noise I heard I sluffed it off. After all, I just thought I was hearing shit because I was tired. The second time I heard the noise I quickly identified it as a moan. Not just any moan, but the one where a guy works really hard to stifle it while masturbating. My mind was whirling, was someone really jacking off in this shared bathroom? Who could it be? Why have I not thought of this? My cock instantly started to thicken as blood forced its way down my shaft. That was when I heard a voice and Identified it distinctly as Patricks. Without even thinking I whispered his name and the room fell silent. Shit, he must have heard me. My suspicions were confirmed a few seconds later when Patrick called my name and then unlocked the door. I had no clue what the hell I was doing but I walked into the stall in just my underwear and found Patrick sitting on the toilet with his underwear around his ankles. Patrick wasted no time in yanking my Army green underwear down to my knees and grabbing my inflated cock and he started stroking it. My mind was blown as Patrick ran his small hand up and down my cock. Neither of us said a word but after about a minute Patrick lowered his face and took my cock into his mouth. Patrick had no way of knowing this was my first sexual encounter and before I could even tell him I was already past the point of no return and about to shoot a huge load in his mouth. Thankfully he never seemed to mind because as my balls emptied into his mouth, he just started swallowing and was sure to not spill a drop. While every moment of the impromptu blow job was glorious, to say my mind was blown was the understatement of a lifetime. I had been crushing on Patrick for a few days now but never dreamed my dick would end up in his mouth. Part of me never dreamed my dick would end up in anyone's mouth. I wish I could say I handled the next few minutes better than I actually did, but then I would be lying. After my body stopped convulsing from my orgasm I reached down and pulled up my underwear and turned and walked out of the bathroom and back to my bunk leaving Patrick sitting naked and alone in the stall. A few minutes later Patrick returned to his bunk and crawled up on the top bunk and we were both quiet for what seemed like years before he finally leaned his head over the bed framed and noticed I was still awake. He asks me if I was okay and I nodded my head and smiled. The next morning we both woke up early and decided to hop in the shower. This was a great time because we had the shower area to ourselves since everyone else was still sleeping. The nudity was sort of a distraction but it allowed us to talk a bit about what happened the previous night. It didn't take long for both of us to tell the other we were into guys but not out to anyone. We both agreed that it would be best to keep it secret so as to not bring any potential harassment from other Soldiers or anyone else. After talking for a bit we both dried off and dressed and headed out to start our day. ***************** Thank you for reading my story, please provide feedback. I do not mind people being critical of my work. I would prefer someone to be honest with me about my work. I am working on a few other stories and would love some insight into my character development and the general flow of my stories. 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