Date: Sat, 20 Oct 2007 19:07:44 EDT
From: Cnjshore9@aol.com
Subject:  Military Days - Part 6

Hello, there, you "nifty guys" !!!  it's been a while since I added an
episode to this series (hope you've been following a few of the newer ones)
...  but figure it's time to pop this `name' back to the `top of the
list'....

So... let's "go thru the drill" ...  "if you are under 18 or in a
geo-political environment that prohibits your reading and enjoying
homo-erotic stories ....  Go away!!!!"  Assuming now that only those who do
enjoy reading about man-on-man action...  read away !!!


Military Days ... Part 6
"A little civvy life"


There I was in my 5th week of AIT, sweating my ass off in the middle of
Georgia when I got called out of the field and told to report to the
Orderly Room.  That is never good !!!!

I knew I hadn't really done anything lately that they could have an issue
with -- except maybe that little episode in the range latrine -- and I was
pretty sure he hadn't "talked".  So.... Maybe they had done a background on
me .. and discovered my high school days and the guys that had been
unloading their nuts up my ass.  ????  oh, shit... what was it??

As I walked into the Orderly Room, the First Sergeant (hot little stud that
he was!) stood up and told me that the CO was expecting me and opened the
Captain's door.  As I was ushered in, I swear I broke into a cold sweat!!
No reason.. but then... there was no reason for me to be in the Captain's
office !!!  (btw .. for you Navy guys ... our `captain' was your
`lieutenant jg' !  `railroad-tracks' -- not a `bird' !  and that's a whole
`nuther story when I got to Nam)

Anyway.... As I walked in, the captain stood up and looked very serious.
Well, c'mon ... that particular asshole looked serious all the time... he
never joked or made any attempt to ease the tension when he appeared before
"the troops" (something I learned about and carried into my own days when I
got my bars and was a CO).

"Unnhhhhh...  private...  we've received a request from the Red Cross.  It
seems your sister in New Orleans has been hospitalized and they have
requested that you be given a `compassionate leave' for three days to go to
be with her."

"Holy Shit!!!" was the first thought!!!  Then I processed it a bit ...
Even though we had never really been close .. in fact we had fought like
the proverbial cats and dogs most of our lives ...  I had lived with her in
her apartment in N.O.for a few months after graduation and before being
drafted.  Now she was asking for me.  I wasn't going to say `fuck it'
.. although I really thought that she might do that in reversed
circumstances.  I still think I was the `nicer' of the two !!!!

I looked at the CO and asked, "So.... What does that mean?"

"It's just after noon now.  It's Friday, and that means that you have until
Tuesday morning to be back here." He responded with his usual monotonous
directness.

"...and what do I do?" I asked.  I really was confused and confused and
confused.

"The 1st Sgt will drive you to the bus station.  The rest is up to you."

(Thanks, asshole!!!  I have no idea how to do this!!!)  So I saluted the
CO, did a very neat about face, and walked out.

The First Sergeant followed me out and grabbed my shoulder.  "Hey,
kid... shit happens!" he said, trying to make me feel a bit less
... whatever.

I walked over to my barracks, grabbed my duffle and shoved some civvies
into it, hoisted it onto my shoulder and walked back to the Orderly Room ..
"I'm ready" I told the company clerk.

"I'll get the First Sergeant" he said.

A couple minutes later I saw the two of them coming back from the mess
hall.

The 1st Sergeant told me to toss my duffle into the back of his truck and
then we got in and headed off-base.

"Don't worry about things," he said.  "These things usually work out."

Damn!  That hardened old bastard wasn't so hard!!  I think that was when I
really began to think I might even "stick around".  There are, in fact,
some really nice guys in there behind the `necessary façade' !!!

It took about 15-20 minutes to get to the local bus station.  I got
`dumped' very quickly (I really think he decided I needed "the training")
...and I had my ticket to N.O.

The bus pulled out about 3 hours later; and I settled into my seat and just
wondered what the hell lay ahead.  In about 2 minutes, I was snoring.

* * * * * *

The bus trip was totally uneventful -- something new!.  Usually by that
time (and I had spent a number of hours and days on a Greyhound or
Trailways) there was some hot guy -- or an old lady that wanted to tell me
the story of her life and all her kids' -- sitting next to me.  Like that
hot sailor in his 13-button-flap-front blues !!  Damn!!! That was a nice
looking cock all hard and straining inside there !!!!  I think we were both
ready and willing, but ended up totally frustrated !!!  I wouldn't just
reach out and touch and he wouldn't open his eyes enough to say "go for
it!"  So this was a quiet and, as I said "uneventful", trip.

* * * * * *

The bus finally pulled into the New Orleans station and I got out, found a
taxi, and got to my sister's apartment (the same one I had lived in with
her only 8 months before).  I knew where she had hidden the key, so it was
no problem to get inside and dump the duffle .. and also do a little
`cleaning up'.  There was that need to put a few things back in order --
both getting the bus debris off myself , and a little work on the apartment
(she never was "Mrs. Clean" !!!)  Then I headed out to the hospital.

I won't get into any of those issues ... the medical ones...  but it
appeared that she would be released and coming home the next day.  So I
told her that I had cleaned the place and it would be ready for her.

Not being really big on sitting at hospital bedsides, I managed to be nice
long enough to get the hell out !!!!  (so.. you don't like that side of
me...  sue me!!)

What was really on my mind was ....  That apartment we had shared ... and
that apartment I was in tonight ..  it was half a block down Bourbon from
Lafitte's!!!  They were at 901 ...  I was at 839 !!!  Unfortunately, when I
lived here, I never got to visit the place.  I was old enough, but was
still so closeted.  I didn't want my sister to know what the story was, and
she knew enough people in the neighborhood that if I went in, the odds
were, she'd hear about it.  So I had spent 3 months skirting the place and
wandering by with wanting -- if not wanton^×looks.  Now here was my first
opportunity to actually go in and see what a 'real gay bar' was like!!
...and as was said many years later on a local NJ radio station... "Let's
sing the `Happy happy Joy joy' song !!!"  This was absolutely the "chance
of a lifetime" !!!

...and I took it.

So.. finally..  we get to where this story has "some meat" ....  C'mon
guys... I don't write 2-page hump-n-bump stories!!  You want a good story
..  hang in there and put up with my `development'!!!

* * * * * *

And there I was ...  by then a 5' 10" lean, mean, 154-pound fighting
machine!!!  Yeah, I had the brown hair and brown eyes, which don't always
compete well with the blonde and blue... but I don't think you would have
told me to go away.  It was amazing what that 11 weeks of nearly abusive
physical exercise had done to the flabby college guy!

Yet there I was ..  still the bumbling stumbler...making my way across the
floor to the bar in what was the "holy of holies" of gay bars in the
country!!  I was so confused and not sure of what to do..but I got there!!
And when I finally had my arm on the bar the guy on the other side asked
"what?".  Not what I'd call a `conversation', but ... I was there!!

"Gimme a Bud!" I said in my most NFL sounding voice !!!

C'mon ...  it's really hell to be the `gay newbie' .. especially when you
aren't that exposed or knowing.

So ... there I was ...  my Bud in my right hand, my elbow on the bar, and I
was looking `round the room.  I had never been in a `gay smorgasbord'
before.  And one serving kept looking better than the next!!  Talk about
`primeval overload' !!!

It was a total mixture.  There were the twinks and the queens and the big
guys. Tall guys, short guys...hairy guys... and bulky but not fat ones.  It
was the latter group that really caught my eye.  ....and there was that one
guy.  He was just a nice looking, masculine sort of guy.  Actually an inch
or so shorter than me...  but a nice body, wide shoulders and chest, plenty
dark of hair on his arms and the back of his hands, blue eyes that just
sparkled, and a very nice bulge in his jeans.

Back then, the word "gym" meant a building attached to a school for PE and
basketball.  It was not a `fitness center', and `guns' still meant things
that shot bullets!  Not today's world of tight, fit bodies.  Our "hot
jocks" then would be today's "saggy wimps"!!!

But here was a guy that exuded a masculine aura.  That's something that I
don't think has changed from then to now ....  Just damned manly and
HOT!!!!  He caught my eye again, and I smiled.  He smiled back, picked up
his beer from the bar, and walked over to me.

I froze momentarily, gazed into his icy blue eyes, and then just melted.

"Hi," he said as he stood in front of me.  "I'm Paul."

"I'm Peter," I replied with no hesitation or fear.  "Glad to meet you,
Paul."

We just sort of looked at each other .. a lot of looks into the eyes... and
it was set.  No.. there was no question by then.  "Alia jacta est."  ("the
die was cast") I started to make some lame comment about us being a couple
of `apostles', but had the sense to keep my dumb mouth closed!

"I'm right up the block," I offered.

"But I've never seen you here before," his said sort of quizzically .

"I know, I haven't really lived here for a few months.... Just back for a
few days."

Then I added, "it's really my sister's place.  I was here during the
summer, but she's in the hospital right now .... And I'm back in her place
for a few days."

"Where is it?" he asked.

"About 3 doors up Bourbon," I answered.

"Then why are we here?" he asked.

"No reason that I can think of," I responded.

"Then `lead on McDuff'," he added.

Recognizing the reference to Shakespeare, I thought "at least he's not a
total redneck!"

As we walked out and up the street he reached up and rubbed my neck and the
back of my head.

 "Damn!!" he said, "I sure came out okay tonight!"

"I think so too," I added.

* * * * * * * * * *

When we got to the apartment building, I unlocked the gate and we walked
across the garden area to the back side where I opened the door.  Stepping
into the dark room, I just reached out and touched him. I wasn't groping or
grabbing.  I just wanted to feel his warmth and let him know that I was
... well.... there ...

I didn't reach for the light switch.  There was enough light coming in
through the windows off the center courtyard and, frankly, I didn't want us
to be visible to the outside.

"Hi, Paul," I whispered.

"Hi, Peter," he quietly replied.

Reaching over, I touched his right cheek.

"I've....  I've...  never really done this before," I muttered.

"I kind of thought that," he whispered back to me.  "Don't worry.  I'll try
to make it special for you."

"I thought you would," I whispered back.

....and I gave myself to him totally ... there and then...  something I had
never done before.  I believed him... I trusted him....  And by morning...
I almost loved him.

But at that time ....

He began to unbutton my shirt and pull it off over my head.  Then off came
my t-shirt.  The next thing I knew his warm lips were over my left nipple.
My knees buckled, but he held me up.

"Awwwwww, fuckkkkkk!!!" I moaned.  Then I leaned forward to try and get his
own nipple into my mouth!

"No....no.....no," he instructed.  "I'm teaching you now." And he moved to
the right side.

My knees went weak again.

"Awwwwww Jezussss," I moaned.  "Awwwwwwww, shitttttt!"

"MMMMMMMmmmmmm" was all I heard as he moved off my nipple and started to
work his way into my midsection.

His lips and his tongue were playing a symphony on me...  I still haven't
figured out if it was Mozart, Bach, or Beethoven ... but damn!!!!!  He had
keynotes with all the stops pulled out !!!

But there I was .. the horned up soldier (though not entirely celibate)
with his own needs too... and taking my new-found aggressive nature and
hand-to-hand training into effect ..  I reached up, grabbed his ass and the
rest of him, and tossed him over onto the bed on his back, grabbed his belt
and buckle... and 10 seconds later, he found himself totally removed of all
his clothes, and totally naked below me.

"What the fuck!" he finally managed to get out.  Hey.  I had already
figured him to be a `top' and I don't think he was used to being tossed
around.

"Hey, guy..... now I get to see it.... Nice cock!" I growled at him, as I
openly admired his package.

"Unghhhh.... Unnnhhhhh......uhhhhhh....." he kept repeating.  I don't think
he had ever been the alpha-male on the bottom...  oh .. I guess that means
he lost the `alpha' title !!!

Well ... I never said I was always passive !!!!

So there I was ... totally on top ... and chewing on his neck and upper
shoulder.  Then I moved up and got my tongue into his ear and the guy went
wild!!!!! Our bodies and stone rigid cocks were grinding against one
another.  I could feel the coolness of his pre-cum.

I grabbed his head on each side and pulled it up straight as I slammed my
face into his and our lips met.  They ground together, lips apart, tongues
dueling.  Deep animal sounds were coming out of both of us!!  We were sex
hungry and wanting to devour each other.

That's when I suddenly flipped around and found myself face to cock with
what he was sporting.  To that point I had never actually seen it.  Now I
found it there.  It was a 6"+, uncut beauty ... no other word for it ... a
"beauty" !!!  nice and fat and hard and the skin covered the head totally
... and there was a pair of full size balls in a big fat sack underneath..
I don't know if you could find a more perfectly matched package if you
looked for the next 50 years!!!

It only took a split second and my mouth was all over that hot piece of
steak!!!  I nibbled on the extra skin for a moment before my tongue delved
into the tip and found its way inside the hood and began to wrap its way
around and around the flare inside.  Then my tongue was slipping back and
forth through that incredibly tasty slit at the tip end, tasting the sweet
nectar that was pouring out of him.

He moaned and arched his back.  I knew I had him!!

One hand was on his balls ... one hand was on the base of his cock... as I
put all my skills (tho' a bit limited then) into sucking him into
oblivion!!

I moaned, I slobbered, I sucked, I pumped... then I stopped.

He looked at me like I had just pulled his heart out.

"Fuck me!" I ordered.  I knew where this had been heading all along.  After
all -- he was the `top', and, as aggressive and assertive as I had become,
I am still (and always will be) a total `bottom boy'.

Moving off him, I rolled onto my back and raised my legs, knees to chest,
hands in the back of my knees, showing my hungry, twitching hole in all
it's open glory.

He didn't hesitate.  He reached to the side table, where it had been open
and obvious, and grabbed some lube, and was face-to-face with me in 30
seconds.

"Now!" I commanded.  "I need you to push that beautiful cock into me and
fuck me good!  Breed me, baby...  pound that hole and shoot that hot spunk
as deep as you can!"

"Ohhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkk," he said as he moved between my legs and pushed his
(again `beautiful') uncut head into my asscrack.  (note: .. this was before
HIV ..  so don't do it bare now)

As his cockhead met my hungry hole it became another symphony ...  Mahler?
...  anyway .. that guy could fuck !!!  and I do like a good pounding.  At
that point it made no difference who was `alpha' or not ...

I had a very sexy, masculine, guy with his cock sliding in my ass as I held
him and felt his hot body on me.  My hands were all over him, feeling his
arms and shoulders, and back and ass cheeks..  My legs were wrapped around
his and pulling him into me as tightly as I could.

He was also rubbing his hands all over my top half, as he moaned and
slammed his ass forward to drive his nail-hard cock into my wanting hole.
Can there be anything better in this life than what is felt between two
hard-driving males in the midst of rut?
 The scents, the smells, the musk, the sweat, the contracted muscles, the
sheer masculine force ...  Awwww, fuck, guys.  What can get your hormones
running any faster!?!?

My back kept arching upward and forward to get in better position for his
drive into me.  He slammed it in to the depths harder and harder.  It was a
piston from one side, but a cylinder that also moved to get the max
horsepower in the stroke.  We were in total synch !!!  His wide mushroom
head was pounding into my g-spot!  I was going fucking berserk.

I couldn't catch my breath.  My head was rolling side to side and my hands
had clenched into fists full of the bedsheets.  Moaning??  Hell I passed
that stage a long time back !!!  I couldn't believe how it felt.  I could
barely even get a half-conscious thought!!

I have no idea how long we were at it ...  was it 2 minutes or 20?  But
that much action has to have some reaction... and wherever, or whenever, it
was, it came breaking in on us like the whole damned levy had broken and
the river was washing us away.

"Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww fucckkkkkkkkkkkk!" he shouted !!!

"Aww, man....  Awww, man..... AWWWWWW, MMANNNNNNN!"  I countered.

..and I felt the first flood hit my guts !!!  talk about "awwwwww,
fuckkkkkk!" ... that guy had a load that put that into all caps !!!!

He jammed that beautiful uncut cock into me soooo deep I thought his cum
would shoot out my freakin' ears !!!  ...and all I could do was imagine
that incredibly swollen bright red head as it exploded its nut into me.

My body began to shake and shiver at the feelings and the thoughts.

This was what I had wanted and dreamed about for so many years.  ...and
now... it was real !!!!

As he finally subsided and fell onto me I just reached up and put my arms
around him.

"Thanks, babe...  I needed that," I said...

"Hunh?"  He muttered, "I'm supposed to say that."

"I know, but .... Well ... I really did."

"okay..." he still muttered, but with a questioning tone.

"Yeah," I said.. "I've been needing that for a long time! .... So Thank
you."

That really left him confused...  but then ... let's figure....  Which one
was really `alpha'?

And we went to sleep... when woke up the next morning, he left.. and
.... Life in the real world went on...

..... and I ended up back on base a few days later....  But with a night
I'll never forget.

.......

P.S. I made a few trips to the latrine over the next week or so ... not to
meet the "range rover" ... but to remember and fantasize my night in
N.O.... and spray a lot more cum on that front wall !!!!

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