ARMY TRAINING

It may be a cliche, but it’s true - you can have sexual encounters in some of the most unexpected places - even in places hostile to your sexual preferences!

When I took Basic Training at the ROTC camp in Texas’s Fort Hood, I hadn’t expected to have the sort of experience that I’m about to relate. I arrived at Fort Hood in the middle of June, along with hundreds of other cadets. We were civilians about to have the equivalent of boot camp instruction, intending to prepare us for officer training, that would later follow during the next couple of years in college. I ended up NOT going into the ROTC program, though that’s an- other story... In the fifth week of the program, my company (about 50 or so men) went on a bivouac, which is the Army’s way of saying "forced march followed by uncomfortable campout". The march was not too bad, in spite of carrying the full combat gear, though the high humidity made even the Southern boys sweat a lot... We finally got to a place in the woods where those in charge decided we should settle down for the night, and we made camp.

When the acting squad leader told us to "buddy up" with someone for each two-man tent, I found Tommy standing next to me. Since we were both in the same squad (a group of about a dozen men), we slept in the same part of the barracks, used the same showers and latrine, and were occasionally paired up for exercise drills that required two men (like getting the DAMNED poncho folded the first time!). I had previously noticed how Tommy seemed especially quiet when he was near me, and how he seemed to try to be around me as often as possible... Tommy is a Southern boy, that is, he’s from Alabama, with a quaint accent (this coming from a Native Oregonian), and had a nicely tanned body, just short of six foot in height, somewhat on the thin side, though well muscled. He has nice green eyes that seemed to sparkle, and a somewhat shy smile. He was quite cute. Notice I didn’t say anything about his hair... He didn’t have much, at least, not more than some blonde fuzz - we were in the Army remember! He was about two years younger than myself, and when we talked, he seemed to be especially interested in where I was from and what I liked to do. Yes, I noticed him, but since there is no privacy in basic training, I never had a chance to talk to him on any particularly personal level.

I was both surprised and pleased when I found myself paired up with Tommy for the night... I immediately started to fantasize about the possibilities. Not that I expected anything to happen, not in the middle of an Army camp of all places, and not with someone who was planning on joining the Army to be an officer - then again, so was I, and that didn’t stop me from thinking about such things... Luckily, we did not draw night watch or anything else which might interrupt our sleep (or whatever). When Tommy and I finally got into the tent, after some night time training, I was getting quite uptight. It had been a couple of weeks since I had a chance to jackoff, as there is NO real privacy in the barracks. I found the only chance to do it was during the night-time "fire watch", which I got only every week and a half or so. Yeah, I was quite horny, from being around a lot of guys day after day, watching them take showers and such, and NOT being able to jackoff with any decent frequency. I was ready for Tommy, now if only he were ready for me...? I found myself becoming shy when it finally came time to crawl into my sleeping bag. I ended up just saying goodnight, and not suggesting anything... And I was really hard up. In the Army basic training, you do not get much sleep, so any chance you get, you sleep. So I started to fall asleep within minutes after settling down.

Then I felt Tommy move his bag closer to mine. A few minutes later I half-felt, half-heard, his bag’s zipper, as he slowly opened his bag. I stayed silent. Then, when I started to think I had just imagined it, I felt his warm fingers touch me on my chest. He ran his fingers through the hair on my chest - his was quite smooth - then they slowly moved down my body. I was not sure if he was aware I was awake, or even cared. He got to my belly button, which he circled, and finally, to my pubic hair. He stopped for a moment, probably a bit surprised that I didn’t have any underwear on; it was hot that night, and I was horny, so I had pulled them down to my ankles when I had first crawled into my bag. It was when he wrapped his hand around my erect cock that I decided that I had better become a more active participant. I quietly asked him if he liked what he had found.

"Yes... You’re sure horny, aren’t you? I just wanted to... See what you felt like." I decided to see how horny HE was, so I slowly leaned across and very slowly - it was dark, remember - gave him a kiss on the lips, rather hard. He accepted it, and gave it back, squeezing my cock as he did. Yeah, I had a live one! Tommy turned out to be quite horny... After kissing some more, still firmly grasping my cock, he quietly asked me to zip open my bag. After I had opened up the bag, thereby exposing myself to him, Tommy got onto his knees next to me. I reached between his legs and grabbed at his cock through his underwear. He was hard also, and a bit longer than mine, though thinner. While I was arranging my bag and checking him out, Tommy was busy rapidly stroking my hard-on. "That feels good, Tommy... You’d better slow down a bit, or else...", I said. His reply was to lay down next to me, and begin licking my cock, from the base to the tip. I was VERY turned on, by this time... Unfortunately, he had arranged himself so that I could not reach his cock, so I placed my hands on his head instead. By now, he was sliding my dick in and out of his mouth, incidentally sliding his fuzzy head along my chest and belly, exciting me even further.

"I’m about to come... Do you want to...", I whispered in a pant, trying not to be heard by anyone outside - wouldn’t that be an embarrassment! - but barely able to control my voice as the feelings of pleasure overcame me. Tommy was willing to take it, and kept going. It only took a few more seconds until I shot my wad, ejaculating for the first time in over a week. I was acting out a fantasy, that of being with Tommy like this, that I had not expected to ever realize. Tommy readily swallowed my cum, and continued to bob his head up and down on my cock, till I indicated that I was through. I just lay there a while, in the after-glow of the orgasm. I heard Tommy move away, and a bit later heard him rummage through his equipment near the entrance of the tent. I heard the slosh of water... He must have gone to his canteen, to wash out the "flavor" of the cum in his mouth... I didn’t really blame him! I covered myself with the flap of my bag, and waited for the next part... But nothing happened. Tommy just finished taking his drink and settled back into his bag and was silent. I couldn’t even hear him stroking himself, if that was what he was doing. After tapping my fingers on my bag silently for a couple of minutes, with increasing frustration, I finally leaned across and kissed him lightly on the ear, and whispered into it, "That was great... I thought you were horny also?"

"What...?", he asked, seemingly surprised. "Wanna fuck me?", I asked, trying to make it sound as nasty as I could, considering that I was whispering. "Fuck you... I’d thought... Yeah, of course!" I opened my bag again, as Tommy got out of his. He was still quite hard, as my fondling of his crotch indicated. "Off!", I quietly demanded, somewhat unnecessarily... He pulled it off. I moved down and licked his cock, trying to get a lot of saliva on it, to lubricate it. I could tell that he was not too far from orgasm, so I didn’t prolong it. I rolled onto my belly, and he got on top of me, his legs between mine. Then, he slowly laid on top of me. As he went down, I reached up and grasped his wet cock and positioned it so that it would easily penetrate my asshole. Once he was down, and was partly inside me, he began slowly pumping, thrusting himself into me, somewhat slowly. "I wont break, you know...!" I said, feeling turned on again by the feel of his long prick sliding in and out of my asshole. He in- creased his pace rapidly. I knew that this wouldn’t go on much longer as he had been as hard up as I was, so this opportunity for more than simple relief was to be savored while it lasted... It didn’t last much longer. Within two minutes of insertion, I’d guess - I don’t time these things with a stopwatch! - Tommy gave a final few hard thrusts then held still. I could actually feel his cock throbbing as he orgasmed and shot his wad into me. He continued to pump a few more times, but slower, apparently getting the last traces of his pent-up sexual energies out of himself. He gently slide off my back, and placed an arm around me, gave me a light kiss, "Thanks."

Weeks later, back at home, I received a letter from Tommy. In it, he told me how he had had one girlfriend in high school, and had successful sex with her, but never really felt complete afterwards. It turns out that I had broken in a virgin gay that night, right in the middle of one of the most homophobic of organizations, the U.S. Army. Oh well...