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Texas Training

After college, I worked for a few months as a management trainee in Dallas. That was nice as, being a native Texan but from a small farming town, it introduced me to some of the wonders of the big city not to mention added opportunities to visit with a favorite aunt and uncle who lived in one of the many suburbs surrounding Dallas. But when you're young, the spirit is restless, especially when I knew there was much more to see and do in the world. A couple of foreign friends at the university had whetted my appetite for overseas travel. So, it wasn't a difficult decision to make when I ran into the hard sell of an Air Force recruiter. I signed up for the special Officers Training School and was sent to San Antonio along with just about everyone else who has entered the military. Texas is a filter that everyone in the military must go through at some time in their careers. (I was actually held personally responsible for the Texas heat, drawls and food...though I did get a somewhat reprieve from the latter when the out-of-staters learned about the terrific Mexican food in San Antonio.

Being a fairly affable guy, I made friends pretty quickly while we were going through training. My roommate had had a couple of years of ROTC training which he shared and helped me adjust to the military nonsense. One of my good friends was from Florida and, like me, had a nice but not as thick southern accent. We were all young, energetic and enjoyed the physical training side more than the "academic" side. On Sundays, when we had days off, many of us would gather around the TV in the lounge and watch whatever professional football teams were battling it out. I especially had to be strong for the Dallas Cowboys which, thankfully, were in one of their winning seasons.

I got a note from the admin that I had received a phone call from my aunt. Concerned, I quickly placed a call back but learned that the urgency was that my uncle had received four tickets to the Dallas Cowboys game the coming Sunday and would I and a friend like to go with my uncle and his friend? No quibbling on that offer especially since the following Monday was some sort of holiday, even for the military. I said I would call back with details of my plans.

I asked my roommate if he would like to go by he was planning on taking the long weekend to meet his girlfriend in San Antonio. I then asked Florida friend, Bry (for Bryson as many southern men had family last names plugged in), if he'd like to go. Again, no quibbling there. So we made plans to drive up to Dallas on Saturday afternoon in his car, stay with my relatives for two nights, attend the Cowboys' game and drive back to San Antonio Monday morning. A good plan which I relayed to my aunt for approval. All was set for a good weekend.

When we left on Saturday afternoon, we had light jackets which we figured would be enough. But those familiar with Texas weather knows that it can change even faster than the weather forecasters can keep up with it and, as we were about half way to Dallas, the radio announced the first blast of cold Canadian air was bearing down on Dallas...what native Texans called a "Blue Norther."

We arrived and quickly got inside where the kitchen/den was warm and smelled of good food. Now my aunt and uncle have lived in this house for most of their married lives meaning it's an older house that's hard to heat, especially when natural gas heaters are used in rooms. So my relatives normally keep only the kitchen/den and their bedroom warm; the rest of the house is the temperature of whatever the outside weather is. That meant the bedroom we were assigned with the big double bed was as cold as the outside air. A Blue Norther was in that room, for sure. But it didn't matter as sleeping was the only reason to be in the bedroom.

After dinner and some long chit-chat about family, our training program... and the Dallas Cowboys, it was time to hit the sack. Bry and I were tired after a long day and my aunt's great cooking.

"Damn, it's cold!" exclaimed Bry as he dashed off to the bathroom, brush his teeth and return to jump into the bed. I followed the same procedure only faster, it seemed and jumped in between the cold sheets.

"Yeow! I think I'm going to freeze in bed," I laughed as I shivered under the pile of blankets my aunt had thoughtfully put out for us. We were both only in our underwear and tee shirts.

"OK, it's time for the old scout trick," said Bry in a voice muffled by blankets. "Lay back to back and the combined body heat will gradually heat up the bed." I responded as we lay back to back, and he war right...feeling the other person's body heat helped add to the warmth. Still, I was curled up in a tight ball, not moving from my warm spot. Gradually, I fell asleep.

I was vaguely aware that Bry must have rolled over and was now "spooning" along my backside. But my sleepy brain must have checked that off as OK and I slipped back to sleep, appreciating the warmth.

Then Bry seemed to jostle in bed, pulling the covers over us more as he slid his legs in the bend formed by my legs, his head against the back of my neck. He sighed and seemed to drift off again. But this time I became aware of his hardening cock against my bottom.

Now I began to feel determined movements as he slowly humped his cock, now rock hard, against my ass. As he received no resistance, he became a little bolder, taking his cock out of his underwear and sliding it under my cheeks so that it was poking my own balls through my underwear.. I think we both realized we were awake but neither said anything nor made a move to stop the action.

Bry slipped a hand down to the band of my underwear and slowly pulled down. For some reason, maybe just the excitement of the moment, I lifted my hips and he slid my underwear down to my knees. My ass was bare and facing a hard, slowly-rotating cock.

I felt his cock slide back and forth between my ass cheeks. Then he would push it down to slide underneath my ass, stroking into my balls and hard cock. I could barely breath as I lay there, having my brain flood with sensations I had never experienced before. Then I felt something poke right at my asshole. I quivered but did nothing. Bry gently pushed his cock into that soft spot that would eventually give way. I'm sure he could hear my fast breathing and tightening body. He reached around my arms to pull himself closer to me and give him leverage. Then he just pushed his hard cock all the way into my hole. I gave a little gasp but that was the only sound uttered between the two of us.

He held very still with his embedded cock up my ass letting my virgin ass get used to that invader. After a minute and not hearing any further sound, he slowly began stroking his big cock back and forth in my ass. Strangely enough, there was a warm feeling that overcame me as my ass seemed to accept that pumping piece of meat. He picked up speed as something I had never felt before slid up into my guts. I was aware that on his full entry, his crotch pushed against my ass meaning he had plunged his entire cock deep inside my hole.

Bry's fucking must have taken only a few minutes but I must admit I had no sense of time as I tried to process what was happening. Suddenly, I heard a soft grunt and felt him ram his cock as far as it would go and hold it there. He was emptying his balls deep inside my now not-so-virgin hole. A couple of shudders from his body, a few final strokes and he let his cock slide out of my ass. With a sigh, he rolled over, put his back against mine and fell asleep. I lay there for a minute wondering what had just happened or if I had been dreaming. I reached back to touch my swolen hole and realized it wasn't a dream. I had been fucked! I was surprised there was no pain nor feeling of guilt...just a relaxed feeling of having something new and not entirely bad inflicted on me. I pulled up my underwear and quickly fell asleep.

But sleep was not for more than a couple of hours. I slowly became aware that Bry was again spooning along my backside, his cock returned to its previous hardness and stroking back and forth under my ass. This time, with far less caution, he pulled down on my underwear as I again raised up for it to be pulled down to my knees. He slid his cock back and forth between my cheeks again seemingly to increase his hardness and then lined it up with my hole. He pushed it in with far less resistance than before. A few strokes to relax things and he started to fuck!

Now this was a real fucking! Bry rammed his cock deep only to almost come out, then to return. He set up a rhythm that claimed my ass for his own and let his cock enjoy the new, deep hole. All I could do was lay on my side with that plunging machine having its way with my ass. I was breathing fast and occasionally moaned when he hit something new and deep. I was faintly aware of his heavy breathing and hard muscles as he rocked his cock back and forth.

Suddenly I felt him stiffen up and ram his meat deep, holding it far inside me as he again emptied out his load of cum. I felt him relax as his sweaty body became unglued from mine. But another strange thing happened: he didn't pull his cock out of my well-fucked hole. Instead, he continued to slowly rock back and forth, letting that half-hard piece of meat enjoy it's spoils.

After a few minutes, my breathing began to return to normal even with his cock fucking my ass. I became aware that Bry was again holding close to my back, his arm around my chest as he starting to fuck his now-hard cock into this new hole. But this time it was slower as the initial hunger had been displaced. He must have fucked for 20 minutes or more...who was counting....but it seemed like a much longer time. He put his hand on my hips as he pushed his slick meat back and forth.

Bry slipped his hand down to my rock-hard cock and rotated his thumb over the head, spreading out the oozing pre-cum. Why I hadn't been jacking my own cock is beyond me; I guess I was too scared to make any acknowledging movement.

Bry adjusted his fucking and aimed his cock at that magic spot that sends shivers throughout men's bodies. As though perfectly planned, he rammed deep into my prostate while jacking my hard cock and both of us shot simultaneously. Bry emptied the remains of his cum into my cum-coated guts as my cock sprayed a heavy load of cum into his hand.

It was like a leaf falling to the ground as we both returned from a powerful explosion. Bry eased his cock out of my ass and peeled away from my body. I felt him push the covers back and slip out, going to the bathroom. During his absence, I felt my swollen hole, pulled up my underwear and rearranged the covers. Bry slipped back into bed as I lay there for some minutes before I followed his path to the bathroom. My guts felt so full that I knew I need to expunge the results of the night's action. After I was done, I crept back into bed to the sound of Bry gently snoring, his back facing the center of the bed where mine would soon be. It was far too much to contemplate now and I, too, fell fast asleep.

Part II

The door cracked open and my uncle woke us both up. "Are you guys going to sleep all day? The coffee is on and breakfast is ready."

We both moaned and stretched. Bry got out first, slipped on his clothes and padded down to the now warm bathroom. When he returned, I headed to the same place. Then we converged on the warm kitchen smelling of coffee, bacon and other good things. As breakfast ensued, we chatted about every thing, especially the chances of the Cowboys today. For my uncle, the Cowboys were right under god. Never once in the conversations did Bry or I exchange so much as a knowing glance about what had happened the night before. I actually began to wonder if it had been a dream but then my ass reminded me of the reality.

Of course my aunt was concerned that we would freeze at the game and had already contacted our neighbor across the street who's son I had grown up with and was away in college to borrow a couple of his jackets, knit caps and gloves. Both Mrs. Kennedy and her husband brought over the clothes mainly to see me and enjoy a cup of coffee.

With sandwiches packed and a couple of thermoses of coffee prepared, it was time to head off to pick up Mr. Williams, the fourth in our Cowboys' cheering party. The wind was still biting cold so I was glad we had Terry's jackets, caps and gloves.

Well, the Cowboys did us good and won a substantial victory, thus setting a very favorable mood with my uncle and Mr. Williams. When we got home, we faced a wonderful pot of hot chili along with cornbread. After dinner, we rehashed the game, corrected the television sports reporters and talked a little more before finally coming to a tired halt and calling it a day.

Since the wind had died down, the room wasn't as cold as it had been the night before. Still, it was pretty chilly so there wasn't a lot of lingering around. While I was brushing my teeth, Bry was throwing his stuff in his bag, a task I had already completed while he was in the bathroom. We started to undress on our respective sides of the bed.

"Have you ever slept naked?" asked Bry. "That's really the only way I like to sleep. Sort of a feeling of freedom."

"Nope. Never thought about it," I said as I continued undressing/

"Being naked helps you stay warmer. There's more skin to radiate body heat into the blankets."

"Oh, that's crap, Bry! Whoever heard such a dumb-assed thing? All you want to do is fuck!" I laughed.

"Uh, you were awake, huh" he said softly.

"Awake? I felt like a tornado had attacked my ass! That so scared the hell out of me that I didn't know what to do."

There was a pause. "But you must have ended up liking it, huh?"

"Well, I didn't have much choice," I laughed. Then I paused as we sat on the edges of the bed. "I guess I had always wondered what that might feel like. Other than initially, it really wasn't as bad as I expected."

"I'm glad, buddy. Seriously, I hadn't planned anything like that, especially with a friend like you. I hope you aren't too pissed."

"Naw. Not pissed at all. Just one of those learning experiences," I replied as I got under the covers.

"Well, we could keep experimenting if you'd like. Just keep things quiet."

There was another pause and I finally said, "We could do that but this time, it's a two-way street. That's the only way."

"That sounds like a fair deal. A little relief for both of us, huh" Bry said as he slipped into bed completely naked. "I guess you'd better shuck those duds so the body heat will warm us up faster," he laughed.

I quickly kicked out of my underwear and tossed my tee-shirt on the floor and slid back under the covers, my naked back against Bry's. We lay that way for a little while as I stared into the dark waiting for something to happen. Anticipation does not produce fast sleep. Suddenly, I heard Bry rustle and turn over, now nestling against my bare back. He didn't seem to be in a particular hurry to do anything. But then I began to feel his cock slowly growing against my back side. I felt some slow little movements which indicated he wasn't asleep (which I didn't think he was). He pushed his now hard cock down to between my legs as I curled in the fetal position. I felt his hard meat began to slide back and forth, punching his cockhead into my tight balls. In an interesting way, it sort of felt good.

Bry leaned back and almost out of bed for a moment. When he returned to his previous activity, I felt his hand slide something cool and slick between my ass cheeks and between my legs where his cock had been. A sweet oder hit me and I realized he had used some of my aunt's hand lotion she had on each night stand to reduce any friction.

With a few more strokes between my legs, I felt the point of his cockhead probing for that soft, natural opening...my ass hole. And he found it. I gasped as he pushed his cock into my ass and held it there, letting the sphincters get used to that invader. With the lotion, his cock seemed to slid in effortlessly.

"Just relax," he whispered as I began to breathe faster. "Just relax and the pleasure will come faster."

I tried to do as he said, and, damn, if it wasn't true. It really didn't hurt much and soon, not at all.

I suddenly became more aware of a sensual sensation flowing over my body, more aware of the muscular spots of his warm body against my back, of his heavy breathing, of the in-and-out motions of his cock. It began to feel good.

He held my hips as he thrust repeatedly into my ex-virgin hole, stripping away any inhibition with each thrust. We must have continued in that positon for 10 or 15 minutes, neither wanting to break the spell that surrounded us. Suddenly I heard him moan, his body stiffen and he rammed his cock as far up my hot hole as possible. I'll have to read if it's scientifically possible, but I could have sworn I felt his hot cum flooding my guts. A few more thrusts and he began to relax, now just slowly fucking back and forth in my hole as he descended from "nirvana."

"That was good," he whispered as he slipped his softening cock out of my well-fucked hole. He rolled over on his back and pulled the covers up as his breathing returned to normal.

I rolled over on my back as well, now parallel to Bry. Although my cock was still rock-hard, there was a quiet sense of relaxation that overcame both of us as we drifted, not into sleep, but into that gray twilight of good feelings.

Slowly arousing me from my semi-sleep was that universal urge. While I had no experience in this, I had just had my ass pounded by Bry's hard cock, so somewhere in my primordial brain I used that experience as a model for my own action. I rolled over on my side facing Bry causing him to unconsciously or consciously roll over with his back to me. My rock-hard cock now pressed between his cheeks and I slowly began to slide back and forth. That action nearly took my breath away but I knew there were even greater things to experience.

I pushed my cock down between his legs and rammed into his balls a couple of times. But I somehow knew I'd better get at the ultimate pleasure before things exploded...literally. I pulled back and began to probe, trying to find that hole that would let me sink my throbbing meat into. Then I felt Bry lean up, then return to slip his lotion-covered hand over my cock and across his ass. He held my cock and positioned it at his hole. All I did then was push forward, a little too quickly, I must admit, for he whispered loudly, "Easy, Go easy!"

Not wanting to cause any pain, I held still and then begin to feel Bry slowly fucking his ass onto my ridge cock. I felt the heat of his hole slowly consuming my cock as my breathing increased rapidly. It was all I could do to hold back those natural instincts to breed!

He removed his hand and pushed his ass all the way onto my cock. My head was reeling with the pleasure of the moment. I thrust forward a couple of times as he arched his ass back to give me complete access to what I had never experienced before. I rammed my slick cock as far up his hole as possible, causing a groan from both of us. But the initial experience was too much for me: three or four quick thrusts and I felt like a dam had broken as both a flood of feeling and cum shot deep inside my friend's hole. He groaned a bit but stayed with me as I claimed my first piece of ass!

I buried my head between Bry's shoulders as I gasped for breath, giving my cock a last few thrusts before sliding out. "That was incredible," I rasped out between breaths.

"Yeah. You really did need to fuck. You ever fuck before," Bry said as he slowly rotated onto his back.

"No," I gasped. "This was my first."

"Well, congratulations. You just learned something new," he laughed softly. Then he patted me as he rolled over on his side, not to signal more sex but to indicate a time to sleep. I, too, rolled over with my warm back against his, letting my brain process the incredible feeling I had just experienced.

Sleep occurred in spurts that night, interspersed with hot sex as each of us "reloaded" and became aroused again. Bry nailed me two more times, one time a long fuck with me on my stomach and him pile-driving his cock into my stretched hole. When I fucked again, I tried the same technique, ramming my hungry cock deep into his hole. This time, I made up for the short time before and fucked like I might never fuck again. We were both absolutely exhausted having fucked ourselves dry. I'm not sure either of us could have gotten a hard on no matter what. We both collapsed into a deep sleep for the rest of the night.

But it didn't end then. As the gray dawn lightt began to creep into the room, I felt Bry's cock beginning to probe for my hole and quickly find it, entered without resistance. His stroking was slow and gentle which almost became hypnotic, lulling me back to a light sleep. Then I heard a soft moan as I felt a deep push, indicating he had emptied whatever cum he had left. He rolled over and with his back to mine, we both drifted back to sleep.

I gradually came out of my deep sleep being aware of a wonderful feeling. Sometime after we had collapsed into sleep, I must have rolled over to spoon into Bry's back. He had guided my rock-hard cock back into his hole and returned to sleep. I awoke to the feeling of his ass fucking my cock. I don't know how long that had been going on but what woke me was I was approaching another climax. My cock took over and I moaned as I rammed my meat deep inside that sweet hole. That was the last of anything I had.

Now fully awake, I rolled over as Bry did the same thing. We both lay on our backs as the sun began to brighten the room. "Well, I think we've certainly fucked enough for one night," he laughed.

"Right on! What a night. I never experienced anything like that," I responded.

We lay there for a few minutes as we heard the soft sounds from the kitchen, indicating my aunt and uncle were up now. We slowly got out of bed and took turns taking our showers and cleaning up. As we got dressed, my uncle knocked at the door to announce "breakfast for the sleepy-heads."

Bry pulled back the blankets and stripped the bed of the sheets, rolling them into a ball. "Let's go," he said and he headed to the kitchen where he announced to my aunt that we had stripped the bed and would be glad to put the sheets into the washer. She thanked him and showed him the washer where the sticky, stained sheets were washed and lost any evidence of the pleasures of the night.

After a late breakfast, we loaded up Bry's car and headed back to San Antonio. We enjoyed a good conversation that included most everything except what had happened the night before. As we were driving into our dorm, Bry broached the subject by saying, "I hope you aren't upset by what happened last night."

"Not at all, Bry. It really was a learning experience for me. I ended up enjoying everything."

"Good. I'm glad you aren't pissed off. I'd hate to lose you as a friend," he said. "I just like sex and sometime it gets away from me."

"Well, this was OK," I laughed. "We'll be friends no matter what."

"You know, there may be other opportunities to enjoy some of this stuff if you'd like," he said sheepishly.

"Let's see what happens," I said as we parked and unloaded our bags.

"And thanks for the Cowboys game. That was good too!" he laughed as we went to our rooms.

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Editor's note: I may write the other stories that are related to this unfolding adventure if there is any interest...and when I have time. It's all been an adventure....but that's what life is, huh?

Note to readers: you might enjoy some of my other stories: Just search for Joxn under Authors or look in the Archived section for: Blown Away in Paris; Camp Ground Fun; Confessions of a Cocksucker; Delivering Pizza; Glory; Moonlight Madness; Mowing Results; Rolf Riding; The Stag; The Tree; Using the Club; Harry and Curt; Donny, the Muscle Boy, The Arrogant Jock. Enjoy life!

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