TAPS

It was nearly 3 a.m. before we arrived at the United DoS Naval Base for basic training. The Company air force officer boarded the bus screaming out decree and we were rushed off the bus and into formation. The cold temperature had caught me by discharge surprisal, because when I had left Pensacola the previous day the temperature was at least 93 degrees. Despite my fellowship Commander's order to place upright still and at attention, I found myself shivering uncontrollably. There I was, in a formation of about 70 men, and realized that I felt quite alone and cut off from the former men as we marched in footmark towards our new home.

My touch of detachment was probably because I had never been so far from home. When we were finally allowed to go to bed, I began to feel a bit of terror creeping up on me. I was an 18-year-old mammy's boy who had no idea what to carry other than that the training would be tight and difficult to dispatch. Although we hardly spoke for the first couple of workweek, my bunk mate seemed to be pleasant, courteous, and quite comfortable on the eyes. I had guessed from his smooth deep tan and Latino accent that he was from Texas ; I was n't too far off : He was from Oklahoma. We mostly communicated with a expression or a nod and sometimes a grinning. After we were familiar with our surround and felt more at informality with one another, Johnny and I began to get to recognise each other. It did n't aim long for us to name that we were very very much alike in compliments to our like, disapproval, and interests. We had even applied for admission to the same"A"School. We exchanged details of our history with each other. And so, throughout this course of time, we became the very honest of friends. Hell, we were nearly inseparable. He and I helped each other through the grueling rigor of training, always making indisputable we both were inspection-ready.

During our fifth week, Johnny was called out of our classroom. He did n't turn back to class. When I returned to the barracks, I found him sitting on the posterior bunk with his typeface buried in his helping hand, and I could say that he had been crying. I sat down next to him, put my hand on his shoulder, and asked what was unseasonable. He sighed and told me that the base Chaplin had summoned him to his office. Johnny's gran had died. Instinctively, without even thinking about it, I rubbed his back, wanting to comfort him. I told him that I was there if he needed anything. I wanted to check him, but knew unspoiled. I had developed an extreme magnet to him, and anyone with middle would probably say the same. He was hot as hell ! He stood about 5 ‘ 11 “, weighed about 115, had light brown hair, big blue heart, pink back talk, and a well-tanned and quite muscular dead body. I knew I had to be measured not to let anyone, especially Johnny Reb, find out how I felt about him.

I had managed to keep my sex secret through senior high schoolhouse and would just consume to accept the same guard while in the navy. Of form, I realized that there were obstruction that I would have to void when it came to Johnny. He had a substance abuse of making eye impinging with me when we talked, and at times he would count at me and smile. I had the distinct mental picture that he wanted to kiss me. Maybe it was just desirous thinking, so I would quickly calculate away and continue talking. I just didn't trust myself to go along staring into those gorgeous eyes of his. And speaking of obstacles, showers were extremely frustrating for me. Johnny always waited for me to go shower so he could tag along. So there we would be, in the shower together, and I would WILL myself not to look. I don't roll in the hay how I managed, but I avoided looking directly at his cock. I did, however, get a good look at his ass. Oh my god, it was just staring ! His distinct tan line of business made his white ass stand out, and I would rush out of the cascade before he could see that I had a tough on. There was a guy in our company named Jason who was obviously gay, and a lot of the guys would chevy him. Even though Johnny never said anything about it, I knew he did n't approve of the torment. When the guy wire would come out in on Jason, Johnny Reb would just face away, and so did I. Seeing how they treated him was a monitor to me that I had to be careful, l anyone find out about me.

Weeks passed and we were passing requirements with great strides, looking forward to graduation, though we dreaded going to separate commands. greyback asked me numerous prison term to anticipate that I would write him. If he only knew how I felt, he wouldn't have felt it necessary to keep asking, because, truth be told, I was completely and hopelessly in love. The end week of kicking camp came and went, and the day after graduation, to our great surprise, we learned that we had both been accepted to the mathematical process specialiser Training Command, which was a really big peck, since only 7 out of 100 applicants were accepted to the course of instruction. Two weeks later we arrived at the breeding center in Dam Neck, VA. I loved that we had two-man rooms. After sharing an open bay residence hall with more than 70 recruit, it was quite a relief to consume the privateness of a two-man room. And to top it off, they let us nibble our own roommates. perfective tense ! I didn't judgement at all that we had to share a common public lavatory and shower area with the rest of the resident on our storey. When we were alone in our room, we were able to be more ourselves. Having such privacy increased my chance to get a undecomposed look at Johnny's trunk and I made good use of it ! This caused my lust for him to build and heat to a boiling point, and my will power gradually ebbed away. There were times when Johnny Reb behaved in a way that made me suspect that he was watching me as practically as I was watching him. I knew our relationship was uncommonly shut - finisher than I ever thought possible. While it was obvious that he cared for me, I still had no idea how he felt about me sexually. He made a habit of sitting on my bed, leaning against me, and asking me to rub powder on his rachis. Obviously I did n't mind any of those things.

Late one evening, something happened that changed our relationship forever. Our on-duty instructors always toured the G. Stanley Hall immediately after taps. Johnny, knowing full well that the cascade were off limitation after strike, had waited until the very last minute to take a shower. I tried to convince him to wait until after the duty-officer's tour of the hall was perfect before he left the elbow room, since we then would n't see the duty officer again until summon the succeeding cockcrow. But that didn't seem to faze Johnny in the least. He went right on to the shower bath. And surely enough - strike sounded over the tawdry loudspeaker,"Taps Taps, lights out."I was beginning to panic, because Johnny was still in the shower. I just knew he would get caught, and there was n't a matter I could do. So I turned off the lights and climbed into bed, covering my head with my blanket.

Moments later, the door opened and in take the air Johnny. He closed the door behind him. His towel was wrapped tightly around his waist, which, of course, caught my eye. I peeked out from under the binding, trying not to be too obvious about it. The out of doors security light shined through the window softly, perfectly illuminating Johnny Reb's firm form. He was so have a go at it hot ! I remained quite still as I watched him open his locker, and had no intent of looking away THIS time ! He reached in his storage locker and removed a pair of underwear. To my disappointment, he put them on without removing his towel. Damn ! I didn't get to see a thing ! I continued staring as Johnny applied deodourant, put on a t-shirt, and got into his bed. He curled up with his ass sticking out towards me. Oh, what a perfect ass. It was so to the full and so lash out. I lay there staring at that ass for what felt like an hour. When I was sure he had fallen asleep, I eased out of bed and quietly crawled over to his bed. I stopped with my heading close to his lower back, so closing I could smell the scent of soap on his freshly showered body. Very carefully I placed my palm on his ass and lightly caressed it. It was so shine and so flaccid. My bosom was pounding a mile a minute. I rubbed my quarter round along his ass crack and could feel the estrus when my hand passed over his motherfucker. I gently pushed his underwear deeper into his crack, because it gave me a secure feel. The school principal of my dick was dripping wet with pre-cum and I could feel my succus building up and throbbing their way to the psyche of my shaft. Without warning, Rebel rolled over onto his back and took a deep breath. Man, did I ever move back ! Realizing that I was pushing my luck, I decided to stop. But just as I was about to get up, I saw the outline of his rooster through his underwear. He still seemed to be sleeping soundly, so I eased my deal above his cock and slowly lowered it until it rested on his balls. For me, the sensation was simply unbelievable. I felt Johnny's prick growing larger and stiffer as I very lightly rubbed it. I felt an unusual whiz that I had never felt before. My ass was tingling as if it were anticipating penetration, and my dick was about to blow in my shorts. I figured I had taken sufficiency chances and that I had better stop while I was ahead. Reb took another deep intimation, but still appeared to be departed. But I dragged myself away from that sleeping god, gathered my shampoo, Georgia home boy, and towel, and left the way as quietly as I could. When I entered the bath, I found it untenanted, as it usually was after taps. I went in to the exhibitioner area, took off my clothes and began adjusting the water system to my preferred temperature. As, I placed my head under the stream of pee, I heard a dissonance elsewhere in the bathroom. shucks, I was trusted I had been caught by the duty officeholder. I quickly rinsed off, but before I could get the body of water out of my eyes, the intruder radius. It was Johnny, and he looked extremely pissed. I couldn't speak. I just stood there looking at him, afraid that he was going to curse me for what I had just done back in our room. Finally he spoke, scorning me,"What the shtup do you phone yourself doing ?"

'' What are you talking about ?"I asked, afraid of hearing give-and-take I did n't need to get wind. He seemed even more slopped by my pretense of innocence.

He cleared his pharynx and walked up to me, and I honestly thought he was going to knock my head off my shoulders. He stopped less than a foot from my side, and continued :"What form of shite was that you pulled in the elbow room ? What the fuck do you think you were doing, Gerald ? I know you didn't think that I was asleep. Why would you suppose that it was cool for you to put your hands all over me ? Moreover, what makes you think you can put your hands all over another person's body without their permission ?"
OMG ... my heart was going a mile a moment and my service career flew before my eyes. But then, to my great relief, Johnny 's tone seemed to change. `` I'm not mad just confused. You got me all stirred up in there, and then left me with a hard on. You could have at least finished the job."Then he smiled, that gorgeous grin of his, and I almost fainted. He stood with his lips very close to mine."I started to say something to you in the way, but didn't want scare you off. I wanted to see how far you would go. inferno, I was going to let you do whatever you wanted ! I'm still going to give you what you want."He put his work force on my shoulder joint and gently forced me to my articulatio genus. He stood in front of my face and pulled out his thick stopcock."Suck it !"My heart and soul practically stopped. I took hold of his putz, and for the first metre ever, I had a pecker in my backtalk. I seemed to have slipped off into another reality and I lost myself in the moment."You like that, don't you ? You like that dick in your mouth."Johnny backed up, withdrawing his dick from my rima oris."Get up and turn around. look the wall. Go on, put your bridge player on the paries and fan out your legs."I obeyed his command. I could sense his presence behind me. He took hold of my ass face and rubbed his peter against them. About a minute or two later I felt his hawkshaw going up and down along my whirl, each time moving near and closer to my asshole. He spread my ass further open, and the sense datum was quite intense. It was unknown but rattling to feel his putz sliding along the inside of my crack and up against my virginal pickle. I felt his gumshoe press against my hole. I instinctively pushed my ass back to him and moved my hips"Have done this before,
Gerald ?"

Trembling, I found my vocalisation. `` No, but it's cool. I really want to."

greyback warned,"Don't push back so hard. You might wound yourself. '' He paused for a couple seconds and then said,"I tell you what. Let's go back to the room."

We gathered my shower supplying and headed back to our room. After we were safely inside the privacy of our room, Johnny told me to lie down on my vertebral column. As I was lying down, I saw him removing some lotion from his locker. He walked up to me and told me to roll over on my belly, which I did. He got on top of my bed and kneeled between my legs, spreading apart my buttock. I almost screamed, when, instead of his pecker going into my ass, it was his tongue, and I thought I would die as his glossa licked around in roach. As he licked, I could barely emit, and cum was leaking from my cock. I moaned with delight. He backed away from my ass and started rubbing lotion around my prick. He began slowly pushing his fingerbreadth in and out of my hole. He went cryptical and mystifying with each stroke. Then he put More lotion inside me as he worked his finger in and out of me. When he was able to put two fingers inside my ass, he put his putz against my hole and asked,"Are you make, Shelton ?"Yeah, I moaned. He backed off and had me stomach up with my legs spread wide and with my back to him. I placed my deal on the desk that was nearest to the door. He pressed his putz against my asshole, applying more than and more pressure level as he worked his cock at different angles. And then it happened ... he had shoved his pecker trench into my ass, and the painfulness was horribly intense, a pain I had never felt before in my life-time. I begged him to pull up out. Instead, he pushed my head word down on top of the desk and continued to stroke his shaft in and out of me, ignoring my begging him to turn back. It hurt so much that I almost cried out for help. Finally, he DID pull out. I turned and swung to slap him."Man that shit hurt like a mother nookie !"

He grinned."seed on, Gerald, let's give it another try."

"Fuck that mother fucker, man ! That HURT ! What's the affair with you ? Don't you care that I'm in painful sensation ? You 're acting like you 're another person."

Reb leaned in and whispered in my ear,"Come on, Gerald, you know me well enough. You just haven't been around me when I was fucking. Besides, it always hurts the world-class time you get penetrated. Trust me. Now, turn back around. You know, Gerald, I love you. Trust me ; it wo n't hurt like that again. And if it does, I'll occlusive ; I promise. You will love it this time."He pulled my face close to his and kissed me. And of course I melted with intense passion. He gently led me to his bed and laid me down on my back. He sat down at the base of the bed and picked up my leg and placed them on his shoulders. He pulled my pelvic arch toward the edge of the bed and against his waist. He leaned over me, pinning my legs to my pectus. He pressed his dick against my asshole. With slow and easy pressure his dick went in me. He buried his prick nut recondite inside me. We kissed as he worked his long fat gumshoe in and out of my ass. I could not trust that I actually had a dick inside me, or that it was the gorgeous Johnny who was doing the screwing. I watched his stunning body moving over me. To my amazement, his dick felt quite good in my ass. Without saying a word, he pulled out of me, and motioned for me to support beside his desk. Once again was back where it all began. Talk about going around the earth.

"Are you ready to get fucked ?

"I thought that was what we were doing !"

He laughed and shoved his dick back inside me. It did hurt a little, but it was n't as bad as before. In fact, I liked the way it felt to be dominated by him. He slammed his fat dick in and out of me over and over, and I could palpate and try his balls slapping against my ass. It was marvelous. After about ten minute of arc it was starting to feel weird. It had been such an intense and unfamiliar sensation that portion of me wanted it to utmost forever, while the other share wanted him to hurry up and finish. His pace quickened and the sound of his nuts slapping against my wet ass grew flash and louder. I was amazed when I realized that I was moaning like a bitch. The animal inside of me came to the control surface. I wanted more."screw that ass. Yeah, throw it to me. nookie me harder."Johnny reached around and took hold of my dick. He stroked me with the Same rhythm that he was fucking. The pressure built up in my dick."Ah, boy, I'm fixing to cum."He kept jacking me off until I shot my load all over his hand, down my legs and all over the floor. He let go of my dick and grabbed me by the hair of my nous. He pulled my headway back and fucked me violently. I could listen him groaning. I felt his putz getting even harder. After a few more fierce driving force, I felt the inside of my ass getting wet. It was filling up with greyback's cum. He shot so much inside me that it was running out of my ass and down my leg. Never, before have I felt such intense pleasure. When he had finished, he pulled out of me. I was numb from the waist down. We slipped out for a quick exhibitioner. After we returned to the room, he got into bed with me. We slept in each other 's weapon all night. At that moment and for the firstly time in my life, I felt like I wasn't alone, that I was cared for, and, oh my god, that I had been FUCKED !

Written by :

Gerald Van Wellington