The following is a description of sexual relations between consenting adult males. If you are underage or if this type of story offends you, please read no further. Thank you.
ARMY TALES - SICK CALL
"Where's Andy", I asked.
"I think he's in the post hospital", replied Pvt. Groggins. "I heard he was hurt yesterday unloading a truck. Why don't you ask Sarge. He should know."
"OK, be back later." Yeah, I'd rush back. I just hated the motor pool. All that grease and grime you could never get off your hands. Some of the guys just loved to strip an engine and put it together again. Shit, that what service stations were for. Take it to the local Shell station. The only thing I wanted to strip was a few of the mechanics. Damn, it was only seven in the morning and already I was horny for some soldier dick. I had eighteen more months to go in this man's Army, but I don't think I'll make it.
"Hey Sarge", I called out to our Platoon Sergeant.
"Private! Don't you know how to address a superior? The title is Sergeant, not Sarge! And stand at attention when I talk to you."
Sgt. Foley was a two hundred and fifty pound, six foot tall, black man who was about as spit and polish as Beetle Bailey an Sad Sack combined. He also loved to scare the troops, but none of us bought it. He was a great guy and we were lucky to have him as our Platoon Sgt.
"Yes, Sergeant Sir! Whatever you say Sir! May I kiss your er, boots, Sir!" I yelled, trying to conceal a laugh.
"Cool it, shithead!", he replied in a half whisper, "The Lieutenant will hear you. And if you ever call me "Sir" again, you will be kissing more than my boots, Private!" he grinned. "Now, what the fuck you want boy?"
Sarge was from a Connecticut suburb but he liked to put on the street attitude. We heard that his father was a respected MD in his field and his mom was a college professor. He was also a college graduate, but no one knew in what field. He just liked the service, or so he said. Everyone had their reason for being here, although the majority were drafted, some re-enlisted like Sarge. Man, I was gone when this tour was over.
"I was supposed to work on the ten-ton today with Barker but I heard he was on sick call. What happened?"
"There was an accident yesterday while unloading a truck. I don't know all the details, but I don't think he'll be back for a while."
"Shit, I can't handle that big mother alone", I bitched. "Has anyone gone to see him? Sarge, he's one of the guys. We can't let him think we forgot him. I mean the poor guy"
"Are you really anxious to go to the Hospital to see him, or are you just trying to get out of work?" Sarge inquired suspiciously.
"Me, Sarge? Me? Get out of work? Sarge, I love it here, you know that. I'm just thinking of Barker, Sarge. That's all".
"Oh yeah! You two are tight, right?"
"Fuckin' A, Sarge."
"So what's your tight buddies first name? C'mon. Tell me that."
Sure, it's -- well it's -- damn Sarge, you got me all confused. I can't think."
"Bullshit! You think you can bullshit a career man, Private? I can bury you in bullshit! I'm the king of bullshit! But--"
"Yeah, Sarge?", I said hopefully.
"Well, someone should visit the poor bastard and you're no fuckin' use around here."
"Thanks, Sarge! I'll get right on it."
"Just hold on, Private. I don't have last say. Go see the Lt. Tell him I said it's OK for you to go if it's okay with him."
"Ah, shit, Sarge", I whined. "You know I hate to talk to officers. They make me nervous. They all think their shit don't stink just because they wear brass instead of stripes."
"And you don't even wear stripes. Get used to it. Besides, Lt. Hammond is pretty nice as officers go. Besides, if he gets to know you, it might help when the time comes to get that first stripe."
"OK Sarge. I'll go talk to him. Thanks."
I went to see Lt. Hammond and he turned out to be pretty nice. He said he'd check on Barker's condition and get back to me. He said it was OK for me to go as long as Sgt. Foley could spare me. Well, it took almost two weeks for him to "get back to me". Barker and I weren't the best of friends. We weren't enemies, don't get me wrong. He was an OK guy. But he was a Pfc. and I was still a 'cruit, a no striper, a nothing. It really didn't mean that much now that I was in my permanent outfit. Not like basic where a Pfc. was god! Those fuckers were worse than the Sergeants. Orders, orders, orders. It was like being a plebe at West Point. But I worked with Andy on a few things and he said he would help me get my military driver's license. The Army didn't teach you how to drive, they just tested you. It was up to you to learn, and the only way to do that was to beg someone who was assigned a vehicle. That usually meant a Pfc. or higher.
On the third week after the accident, I was given a pass to see Andy. It took so long, I wasn't really in the mood. But then I thought of Andy in the shower. Damn, he had a nice body. His hair was military short but not a buzz cut. He had clear skin all over! And a real nice ass. The front view was pretty good too. Maybe I'd get the chance to sneak a peek up his hospital gown, if I was lucky. Fuck! What a pervert I am. Here the poor guy is stuck in bed with God knows what broken I hope it's not his manly protrusion there I go again. I'm getting a boner on the bus to the Camp hospital! Hope no one saw it. Or do I? What was I thinking? This is the Army! I could go to jail or the stockade or whatever they call it. I'd be at the mercy of sadistic guards who would rape me and make me suck their big cocks and swallow their warm semen. And the other prisoners would attack me in the showers and make my life a living a living a living fuckin' paradise! No, No ,No! I've been here too long. I need some cock. But not now. I'm on a mission of mercy. And I have to keep my shorts dry. All I need is to walk into the hospital full of Army personnel with a big wet spot on the front of my fatigues!
I found Andy's room and went in. It was a room big enough for eight beds but his was the only one occupied. He was watching TV.
"Hey man, what happened to you? Trying to get out of details?", I joked. The poor bastard had not just one, but both arms in casts. He was lying on top of the sheets, it was about ninety degrees in there, and sure enough was wearing a hospital gown. Stay down little one. This is not the time for an appearance.
"Hey, Woody. I was wondering if the outfit forgot about me. You're the first to come visit. Sit down."
"Man, what happened to you? You look like shit!"
"Thanks, you fuck!", he laughed. "We were unloading a truck filled with engine parts and the guys on the truck must have thought the three of us were ready for the next carton. The other two were picking up a few things that fell out of the previous cartons and were right under the one coming off the truck. I yelled and tried to stop the big carton from falling on them. I put out both hands and then heard a crack and a real sharp pain. I guess the pain of the first break concealed the pain of the second arm breaking. What a bitch!"
"What the fuck was in the carton?"
"Ha! Just my luck. It was the biggest one. It had a diesel engine in it. If the other two guys didn't react as quick as they did, I would have been crushed. They saved my life, man."
"Sounds like you're the hero to me. Not very bright", I grinned, "but a hero just the same."
"Fuck you, grunt!", he laughed.
"So, what's it like here? Lots of pretty nurses?"
"Yeah, right. My nurse's name is Corporal Hanson and he's a big mother. About 6'4" and built like a fuckin' moose! Shit, he picks me up like I was a pillow. The only women around here are the officers and the only one I've met so far is the Colonel in charge here. She's pretty cool, for an officer that is. I was pretty much out of it the first week. They kept me on pain killers and she would come in a joke with me calling me Pfc. Hero."
"So how come nurse Hanson has to pick you up? Can't you walk either?"
"Yeah. Now. But for a while I was dizzy as a bitch. He had to pick me up when he changed the sheets and other stuff", he said evasively.
"What other stuff?" I was curious about this. A picture came to mind of this muscle bound giant picking up my little buddy who was wearing nothing but the very thin hospital gown - with the open rear! Shit, I'm getting a boner again.
"You know", he blushed, "hospital stuff."
I had to push it. He looked so cute with his face turning pink. "No, I've never been in a hospital. At least not since I was born. What hospital stuff?"
"Fucker! You're gonna make me say it, aren't you? OK, when he changes the bed pan and gives me a sponge bath. Satisfied? Damn!"
The poor guy looked so embarrassed I thought he was going to cry. I felt like a real fuck. "Hey, man. I'm sorry. I didn't think that you can't very well wash yourself with both arms in a cast. Come to think of it, how do you wipe your butt when you take a dump?"
His expression was my answer. "Oh, sure, of course. Cpl. Hanson. Man that's humiliating! Don't think I could do it. I'd die of embarrassment."
"How do you think I feel? The first time I turned forty shades of red. He just told me it was no big deal. He does it to dozens of guys each day. Every guy has the same equipment, just that some have a little more than others. He grinned when he said that."
"Damn", I said, "what if you got a boner? I mean a strange hand on your you know."
"Hanson said that happens too. Again, no big deal. It's a natural thing. Guys get horny."
"Did it happen to you?", I pried.
"Man, you're getting pretty personal, aren't you? What do you think? I've been in here for three weeks. I can't even jack'
The door opened before Andy could finish his sentence. I think my mouth must have dropped open when I looked toward the door. There, all in white, was this giant. His short sleeve shirt barely contained his swollen biceps and barrel chest that tapered to a slim but not skinny waist. His blond hair was cut military short and framed his square jawed, blue eyed, pearly toothed face. My eyes dropped to his crotch where something big was obviously lurking. This had to be nurse Hanson!
"Hi guys", he said, "How's it going, Barker?"
"As well as it can be, I guess." Andy said. "Greg, this is my buddy Woody from my outfit. He came to see how I was doing."
"Hi, Woody." Greg said as he extended his huge paw, I mean hand, to me. God! This guy was a giant, just like Andy described.
"Hello, corporal", I said, shaking his hand. I felt a warm chill (does that make sense?) as we touched. What would it feel like to have this Viking on top of me, pumping my ass? Down boy! Dangerous ground.
"Call me Greg or Hanson, Woody. We're all here together. I only pull rank when I have to." He said with a mischievous twinkle and grin. "Look guys, maybe you two can help me out. I heard Woody was here so that's why I came in. We are really short on nurses and orderlies today. Three are on leave, two are sick and one had an emergency leave. I think his mother is real sick. Anyway, I have a load of guys to take care of today, and Andy I was wondering, if you didn't mind, could your buddy here give you your sponge bath today? Any problem with that Woody?"
OK, OK. So I just died and went to heaven. Or I'm on death row and my final request had been granted. But, wait a second. This could bring up other things I don't think would be good to bring up here. Shit, I think now it was my turn to turn red.
"I don't know, Greg. I never bathed anyone before and Andy and I aren't really that close, and--"
Greg started laughing. "Every nurse and orderly has gone through the same thing. The first time is the hardest, so to speak." He cracked up laughing again. Greg and I just looked at each other. "Look, it's just a sponge bath. Or if it's easier, you can take him into the shower, but you'll have to strip too. We don't have spare fatigues for visitors."
I was at a loss for words. Boy, did I want to get my hands on Andy's smooth body but I knew I'd get a boner and he would tell everyone when he got back to the platoon and my life would be over. Andy didn't look too sure of this either. He was used to Greg handling him out of necessity, but someone he had to live with later on was another thing entirely.
"Guys", Greg said, "I don't want to push this but you have to get bathed Andy and I can't do it today. The room is yours. No one will come in, I'll make sure of that. There's even a curtain you can pull around the bed. The shower room is right here. It's all yours. If you have a problem, just ring the buzzer and I'll come as soon as I can. Don't act like two pansies. It's only skin, guys."
We sort of shrugged and said okay. Greg showed me where the soap, towels and other stuff was and how to work the shower and the curtain. He was very thorough, very professional. Then he left and Andy and I just looked at each other. Then we both started laughing, nervously.
"OK", I said, "let's get started. How about we try the sponge bath. That seems like the easiest way to do it. You just guide me as you're the expert on this."
"You mean an expert on my body? I hope so."
"No, shithead. I mean on getting a sponge bath. Here, let me sit you up and open your gown."
I got him to a sitting position and opened the buttons on the back of the gown. I pulled the gown away from his back and over his arms so that his upper body was exposed. The gown covered his crotch and legs but his butt crack was exposed. Damn, he was smooth. And his butt looked nice and solid and rounded. Why didn't I wear jockeys today -- or better, a jock! These boxers weren't going to hide my stiff cock. I had to position myself so he wouldn't notice. I filled the pan with warm water and soaked the sponge.
Jokingly, I said, "Let's start with those big ears." I washed his ears and face gently then worked down to his neck.
"Hey, I won't break. You can scrub. This fuckin' heat has me all smelly."
Then I washed his upper arms, or at least the part that wasn't covered by the cast. Then his back. It was broad for a not so tall guy. I washed down to the top of his crack. If I could only insert my finger. Oh shit. Don't get hard, I thought. I was trying to delay getting to his chest as I knew that was the first big turn-on for me. But I couldn't avoid it so I soaked the sponge and soaped it up and started on his chest. From his collar bone I covered his upper chest and down his sides. Oh God! Little Woody was waking up. Then I washed his pecs. In a circular motion, I washed that beautiful hairless chest and rubbed the coarse sponge over his little nipples. They started to harden as did my pecker. I stood as much to the side of him as I could to hide my dick. It was pushing into the mattress. I knew it was about to start dripping any second. I was so involved in trying to subdue my erection, I almost didn't hear him moan.
"You OK, Andy?"
"Oh, man. That feels so good. Woody, would you do me a really big favor?"
"What is it?", I asked cautiously.
"I've been here three weeks. I'm so horny I could bust. I already had a wet dream and it was really embarrassing. I can't even touch myself and with these casts I can't even lie on my belly and fuck the sheets." The guy was almost sobbing. I really felt sorry for him.
"So what's the favor, man. Want me to bring a girl up here for you? You know that's not gonna happen."
"Woody, please, oh God, please, jerk me off!"
"What?! Are you nuts, man? They'd throw away the key if they caught us. I can't do that!"
Please, please,' I thought, argue against me.' I knew it was dangerous, but I wanted to touch him so badly.
"I don't know who else to ask, Woody. I don't want to put you in this position, but shit, you've seen me naked and I've seen you naked. We both know we both jerk off. All guys do. Please help me out. Please?"
I hesitated for a moment, then I removed the gown from his crotch. What a beautiful sight! Six inches of boy-man meat standing rigid from a nest of curly brown pubic hair. I almost swooned at the sight. His cock head was like a huge cherry and a drop of pre-cum glistened on his piss slit. His pubes formed a perfect triangle and contrasted with the whiteness of his hairless belly. I completely removed the gown and eased him down onto his back. His cock laid flat on his smooth belly and the pre-cum leaked onto his stomach. I looked into his eyes and they were pleading for me to take his manhood into my hand. God, he was beautiful! His tiny nipples were as erect as his penis. I wanted to suck them and tongue his navel. My cock was full up but the bed was too high for him to see it.
I reached for his stiff pecker and pried it upward to an almost erect position. It was so hard, it was difficult to get a grip so that I wouldn't be rubbing his belly as I jacked him. On the first down stroke he moaned and I thought it would all be over. But no, his cock head spewed more pre-cum and it dripped down his thick shaft and over my hand. It took supreme will power for me not to bend down and lick it. He was circumcised and so hard that there wasn't a lot of skin to move around. Using his juice as a lubricant, I covered his penis with the slippery liquid, paying attention to the head and trying to pry more out of the piss slit. All the while, he was moaning and squirming on the bed, spreading his strong legs as far apart as he could to give me complete access to his toys. The kid was so hot and my hand had him crazy. I stroked up and down again and his head shot back into the pillow like someone punched him. One more up and down stroke and then one more. That's all she wrote! A white geyser erupted as the first shot of semen hit his chin. The second shot over his head and hit the wall behind the bed, dripping downward. The third hit his neck and the next two covered his chest with warm cum. The next few shots hit his belly and then just ran down my hand into his pubic hair.
I never saw anyone shoot so much so far. Damn, this kid was hot. But then, it had been three weeks. He was a mess and I went to the shower room to get some paper towels to clean him up. When I walked back to the bed, he looked at me and said, "Thanks, Woody. You're really a friend. I don't know anyone who would have done that for me. I just wish could help you with yours now."
Shit! He got me so hot seeing him shoot his wad, I forgot about my prick pushing out my fatigues. He saw it right away. "Sorry about that, Andy", I said embarrassed that he would see my reaction to his naked body and emission.
"It's cool, man. Hey, how could you not get a boner? It was almost like jerking yourself, right?"
"Yeah, sure. Guess I did get a little carried away. But, man, did you shoot! Do you always cum like that?"
"Sometimes, if I'm really excited or if I don't jack off for a few days. Hey, I don't think those towels are going to do the job. Maybe you better get me into the shower. Think you can handle it?"
"I guess. If I can get this boner to go down."
"Shit, you just jacked my dick. Don't be ashamed for me to see yours. Like Hanson said, skin is skin."
"Cool" I said, "Let's get you up, er, I mean out of bed."
Andy laughed. "Not sure if I could `get up' again for a while. But I'll give it a try if you want to do it again."
Either he was still horny or he had something else in mind. I was nervous and didn't want to push it.
"You better get those fatigues off before you haul my butt into the shower."
"Yeah, you're right", I said as I opened the buttons on my fatigue jacket. "But can't you walk under your own steam? Don't know if I can carry you. Those casts look pretty heavy."
"They're not that heavy. It's a type of plastic, not the old plaster casts" he said as he watched me remove my boots and socks. His eyes never left me as I opened and dropped my fatigue pants. "I guess I can walk on my own, but I'm pretty weak from well, you know."
I stood there in just my boxers. My dick was still stiff from looking at him lying there covered in his jism. There was a large wet spot where my pre-cum soaked into my shorts.
"Better take those off too and let them dry", he snickered.
I bent over and removed my shorts. My still dripping cock head dropping a string of honey to the floor. I stood and faced him, my dick saluting his handsome body. "C'mon, fucker. Let's get into the shower. Put your arm around my neck."
I picked him up off the bed. He was lighter than I thought or else I was so hot for him it didn't matter how heavy he was. With one arm around his broad back and the other under his knees, I picked him up and his dick began to rise again. I wanted to drop my head to his crotch and suck him off right there.
"Looks like junior hasn't finished yet", I commented.
"Sorry. Told you I was horny. You don't have to do it again, unless you want to", he said hopefully.
"We'll see", I said as I carried him into the shower and sat his naked butt on the bench. "I better clean off that wall first, before I forget and someone sees it." I wet a towel and went back to his bed and, naked, wiped the cum stain off the wall. Fortunately, the wall had a gloss finish so it didn't leave a stain. I went back into the shower room and Andy was sitting there with a full hard-on again. Mine never went down.
"Sorry again", he said. "Hey, I'm twenty years old and I'm always horny. What can I do?"
"Well, shit, so am I but I don't go around with my pecker sticking out all the time", I laughed.
"Yeah?," he said sarcastically. "What's it doing now? That's a pretty hefty stiffie you got now, boy."
"Fuck!", I said. "Let's get you cleaned up." I turned on the shower and using the extension, I hosed him down. Of course, I got soaked in the process. I soaped up a wash cloth and began washing his body again. This time I couldn't hide my erection. I kept touching his smooth, naked body with the tip of my hard dick. It wasn't on purpose, really. I just couldn't avoid it.
"Some prod you got there, Woody. Look man, you have to get off too but I can't jerk you. If you want to beat it off, go ahead. It won't bother me. I have three brothers and they used to beat off in front of me all the time."
Wow! Three brothers to jerk off with. Now that's heaven! "Did they ever jerk you off?", I ventured.
"Yeah, a few times. Just for fun, though. It's not like we were queer or anything. Two of them were older and we all slept in the same room. So I used to hear them jerking themselves before I even knew what they were doing. That reminds me, my oldest brother used to get his rocks sometimes using the next oldest"
This was getting good! "What do you mean? He used to fuck him?"
"Fuck, no! I told you there was nothing faggy about it. Maybe I can help you out the same way."
I was intrigued. "What way?"
"Tony used to put his dick into Tommy's armpit and then fuck it like he was fucking pussy. Wanna try it?"
"Sounds good to me. And I guess I really need to get my rocks off too." That said, and convincingly I might add, I walked behind Andy and taking a good look at his handsome butt, inserted my erect member under his arm. He lifted a bit and then came down, squeezing it tight. The rest was up to me. Holding onto his shoulders, I began the classic in and out motion. The kid was right. This did feel good. With each forward push, I made contact with his back and shoulder. This was not going to take long.
"How's it feel, Woody", he said with the curiosity of kid who thinks he was the first one to discover sex. "Does it feel good? As good as pussy?"
"Oh yeah, man. It feels so good. Maybe not exactly like pussy, but damn good." I never had pussy so I couldn't compare, but I had the feeling he never did either. "Squeeze you arm tighter. Your wet pit feels so hot!", I moaned. It really was good, especially since it was his armpit. Shit, if Sarge could only se us now! Ha! As I humped his pit, I leaned forward and ran my hands over his nipples. When I squeezed his nipples, his head fell back onto my belly. His cock was up full hard and dripping. The kid was really getting into this! Just a few more pumps and I was going to shoot all over his smooth, muscular chest. I envisioned it dripping down his young body and over his belly and into his pubes. It had been a while since I felt this hot. His head on my belly, my dick pumping his underarm and my hands rubbing and pinching his erect nipples, seeing his hard-on spewing it's pre-cum this was it. Here I go
"Well, well, well. What do we have here? Two faggots making out. I thought I had you two pegged. What to do now, what to do--" Cpl. Hanson queried as he tapped his finger against his lips.
My dick went soft so fast I thought I'd pass out. My life was over. I was royally fucked. So was Andy. Poor kid. He was going to make the Army a career. At least I had a job to go back to. Or would I? My mind was reeling before I really had time to assess the situation. I looked over at the giant standing in the doorway and couldn't help notice that Cpl. Hanson was turned on by this scene. His uniform, thinner than my fatigues, showed a decided bulge in the region of his groin. Hey, two of us were already naked, why not try for three?
I strolled over to Greg, my dick soft but dripping. Looking at his crotch, I said, "Maybe we can help each other out. What do you say, Greg?" With that my hand caressed his tool. He jumped a bit but didn't pull away. "Let me take care of that for you. I think you'll enjoy it."
"On you knees, fagot!", he spit out.
I dropped to the floor and reached for his belt.
"No", he spat, "the zipper"
"You don't want to soil your white pants, Greg. Do you? Let me remove them for you."
He seemed to consider my idea and let me open his belt. Then the button and zipper of his trousers. I slowly lowered them to the floor so as to excite myself as much as possible. He was wearing briefs and his cock was full hard, or at least I hoped it was. What a monster! The red head was sticking out of the top of the shorts. I sucked his ball sack through the white material. He began opening his blouse. Man, I wanted to see this stud naked! I worked my hot mouth up his thick shaft slowly until my lips felt his flesh. His head was flared and the piss slit open but no juices yet. He removed the shirt and lifted the white T-shirt over his head. I licked at his head and looked up his body. It was even better than I thought. His belly was covered with a fine layer of golden hair. Above the navel he was smooth. His large, muscular pecs overhung his six-pack abs. The dark nipples were large and positioned at the edge of each pec. Perfect for licking and sucking. Looking further, he was glaring down at me with lust in his eyes.
"Pull 'em off and suck that cock, fag!"
I pulled his briefs down and his nine incher bounced like a diver's springboard. And he was now dripping. My tongue caught the string of pre-cum and followed it up to the dark, rosy head of his huge erection. There was no way I could take this pole down my throat but I'd give it the old college try. I licked the head and tasted his juice. I swabbed it with my tongue. It was smooth as polished marble and almost as hard. I engulfed it and tried to take all of it. I gagged like it was my first time.
"Take it slow and watch the teeth. Bite me and I'll rip your balls off and feed them to you. Speaking of which, my balls need some attention too. Wash them good, fruit", he ordered.
I gently took his big gonads into my hands and licked them. They were lightly haired and tasted and smelled of his manliness. I was getting dizzy. I could smell his asshole. I was his slave. I'd do anything to please him. I sucked one into my mouth and washed it with my tongue and saliva. Then I took the other one and treated it the same. I tried to take both but my mouth was too small. It was uncomfortable for him so he let me get back to his cock. It was so long and thick, it scared me to think what it would do to my ass. He held my head in both hands and fucked my mouth. My dick was hard again and dripping all over the floor. Maybe he would let me lick it up after he was through with me. His cock head pounded the back of my throat and his pubic bush was all I could see. I longed to have his cock so deep that my lips could touch his blonde pubes.
My hands ran up his hairy thighs and over his narrow hips. He pumped harder as my hands found his rock hard butt cheeks. What a set of buns. Smooth, golden and hairless! I ran my hands over them as you would a fine statue. I pried open his cheeks and found his pucker hole. My finger probed the warm opening and as my finger invaded his most private area, he pulled my head to his crotch and pumped his jism into me.
"Oh shit! Oh, God! Fuck!", he cried as volley after volley of his semen splashed against the back of my throat. I tried to swallow but it was difficult with my lips wrapped around that fat pole. Most ran down my throat but some was dripping out of my mouth. I wanted it all. It was sweet and nut flavored. Not the ammonia taste or odor of some semen. He gently pulled my mouth from his penis and I fell back with my naked ass on the floor. Instinctively, I reached for my pecker that was so stiff it hurt. Two strokes and I shot my load all over my chest, belly and pubes. My cream ran down the shaft, over my fist and coated my lightly haired balls. I sat there a few seconds, dazed, and then remembered Andy.
I stood up and turned to the shower. There was Andy, with his prick still at attention, licking Greg's dripping pole! They were both smiling at me.
"Welcome to the club, Woody", said Andy. "I had a feeling you might like this scene."
"Wha? What the fuck? What's going on?" Then it hit me. This was a setup! "You bastards!" I shouted. I was pissed. "This was a setup, a trap. Now what? You're going to blackmail me? Forget it! It's not gonna happen, you fucks! You won't get away with it, you"
"Calm down, man. No one's going to blackmail you. At least not us. We were just looking for someone new to join our fun and games", said Greg.
"Yeah, man. Cool it", said Andy. "When you came in I had the feeling the way you looked at me that you might go for it. Then when you saw Greg, shit, you almost came in your shorts!", he laughed. "I gave Greg the signal for the sponge bath talk and the rest is well, I hope you enjoyed it as much as we did."
"You bastards!", I said. "You scared the hell out of me. I thought I was ruined. But now that I know what's going on, I'm going to do what I wanted to do in the first place." With that, I dropped to my knees in front of Andy and took his dripping penis into my mouth. It was delicious! And just the right size. Just long enough to get all the way down and just fat enough to know it was a man I was sucking. As I sucked, Greg hunkered down for Andy to take his pec and nipple into his hungry mouth. As Andy sucked tit, I sucked Andy. I spread his legs and played with his nuts. They were smaller than Greg's oranges, but perfect for his body size. I came off his stem and took both his nuts into my mouth. He moaned, either from my ball work or from having Greg's tit in his mouth. His balls were smooth and I juggled them with my tongue. His hand found my hair and he pulled me back to his dick. I sucked it a few more times before I was rewarded with a mouthful of young man cream. Every bit as tasty as Greg's. Greg moaned when Andy came. I suspect he almost got his nipple chewed off. Then I felt a wetness on my back and saw Greg shooting another huge load, coating my backside and running down to my ass crack.
We sat for a few minutes to catch out breath and then Greg suggested we had better clean up and get out of there. We both cleaned up Andy and Greg and I washed each others back and other parts. We almost started up again, but this time Andy stopped us. Greg and I got dressed and helped Andy into his hospital gown and back into bed. I made arrangements to meet Greg again a few nights later, off base. Andy I would be seeing often, especially after he returned to duty. Maybe we can get Guard Duty together. But that's another story.
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