Warning! This story is sexually explicit, if you are not of legal age to read such or are offended by this type of writing do not read any further. The story I'm about to tell is set during the 1960s and is based in part on factual events; therefore, I've changed the names, dates and places to protect certain people. The author retains all rights to this story. To contact the author cut and paste making appropriate corrections and E-mail: bn2rumpranger "at" yahoo "dot" com
Weekend Pass in a Texas Town
By Randall Rumper
God, his body felt warm as I backed up into him. My partner was spooning me in the bed with a semi-erect cock pressing into my butt crack. Oh how I wanted him to slip the salami back into my throbbing asshole and pound my ass again. A couple hours before Danny had filled my rectal cavity with the entirety of his raw hot sausage, fucking me for over an hour before emptying his load inside me. That was the first time Danny had fucked me; the first time I'd been fucked like that since my college days.
I was rock hard that morning, not from lust, but a piss hard-on. I managed to wriggle free from Danny's grasp, so I could get out of bed and take care of my bathroom duties. After relieving myself and cleaning up I took a seat in the chair by the only window in the small hotel room to gaze out at the early Saturday morning sky. My ass was a little sore as I sat in the chair; however, the warmth from the sun's rays streaming through the open window seemed to sequester the smarting in my ass.
As I looked out the window the sky was clear blue and the sun was shining brilliantly; it was going to be a beautiful weekend in that Texas town where Danny and I were spending our weekend passes. Danny and I had finished our advanced Army training (AIT) on Friday and had been given weekend passes while we awaited assignment and travel orders for Fort Benning. We had managed to pass the tests, been accepted and were to report to the paratroop training school at Fort Benning as soon as the next new class began, instead of shipping out to Vietnam and other permanent change of station assignments as did the rest of our AIT classmates.
Danny and I were both draftees who had dropped out of college before graduating during the tumultuous Vietnam War years; therefore, we had subsequently been sucked up into the vortex of the U.S. Army's war machine – The Green Machine. When the two of us first met we became friends instantly; from the first day we met, that first handshake, we were inseparable buds. Over the course of subsequent training weeks we discovered that we both shared the same philosophy about the war in Vietnam: it was an unwinnable war.
We found that we had much more in common than the basic fact that we were both draftees and hated the war in Vietnam. We were both Caucasians and Christians from the Midwest with similar upper middle class backgrounds. We discovered that we wanted the same things and had the same goals in life. First off we wanted to stay alive; furthermore we enjoyed the same types of extracurricular activities, entertainment and oh yes, sex. Oh, did I say that we both learned early on in our friendship that we each liked boys more so than girls – sexually.
Over the course of advanced training through conversations we discovered that both of us were queer – "Homosexuals." The socially acceptable term for the new millennium is "Gay," but back then, especially in the Army it was queer, faggot or other equally derogatory labels.
The fact that we both liked boys more so than girls made times difficult for both of us. Throughout our lives we had disguised the fact that we were queers. We openly dated girls for appearance, but had secret male sex partners. Although the 60s was a time of marijuana, LSD and free love, American society or the Army was not yet a place for the expression of free love between men. The Army did not tolerate fraternization among personnel or homosexuality among service members. The 1960s in the military was not a time of "Don't ask, Don't tell." Instead, it was a time of seeking out and crucifying. The Army during the Vietnam years was still an uptight predominately male dominated culture.
Male trainees slept together on steel bunk beds in large squad bays, dormitory style barracks, with communal latrines. The Army told its trainees how, when, where and what time to shit, shower and shave everyday. Most Army latrines during that era had no dividers separating the commodes or urinals; furthermore, the shower was one huge gray room with numerous shower heads protruding from three walls. There was no personal privacy in the Army or latrines to shit, shower or shave; thus, naked service men's bodies were open for viewing by others whenever using military latrines.
The trick for guys like Danny and me was not getting caught sneaking a peek at the hunky naked male meat. We dared not arouse suspicions and moreover we had to force ourselves not develop erections: a tough proposition for homosexuals. Over our years during high school and college we had learned the tricks of sneaking peeks surreptitiously and how not to become sexually aroused.
When we were drafted we didn't tell the truth when it came to the question on the Army contract about being homosexual, we lied. But what else were two red blooded all American boys to do. If we told the truth the Army would have rejected us thereby turning us away as unfit for service, but then we would have been forced to face our families, explaining to them why we were unfit for military service. So, we both lied on the paper work we filled out at the induction station and said no, we weren't Homos.
Another commonality we shared besides homosexuality was the fact that neither one of us wanted to die in Vietnam, but we were willing to gamble on death in order to save face. We decided to go into the Army for two years with hopes that we might somehow beat the odds of being assigned to a combat zone to die. However, our hopes appeared to be dashed during the first day of Basic Combat Training where the cadre pointed out the fact that almost all draftees would be sent directly to Vietnam as inductees, because they only had two years to serve on active duty. Thus, after successfully completing all phases of training conscripts would be sent to Vietnam for a twelve months tour of duty where most would end up being wounded or die in combat according to our handlers.
Of course all draftees were wondering why they had been chosen to be trained to die more so than regular Army guys. We also wondered why the Army would want to spend all that time and money training inductees, if we were all going to be killed as soon as we arrived in Vietnam. I knew I was smarter than the average enlisted man and many company grade officers, so I was going to try to use my wit for advancement and safe placement, thereby keeping my body out of harms way.
Trainees soon came to realize however that the Training NCOs told us these horror stories to encourage us to do the best job possible while we were going through our training cycles. After a while trainees came to realize that many of us would come back from Vietnam physically unscathed while others would not. Where else did the Army get sergeants to scream and yell obscenities at new recruits going through training? Where would the Army get combat veterans to come back and tell trainees all the horror stories from Vietnam? We could only hope that we would get through our training and then make it through a year in Vietnam without dying, returning better individuals if we survived the ordeals of war.
Danny and I had graduated top of our classes in BCT and in AIT; therefore, we had been advance to the rank of Private First Class, Pay Grade E-3. We also decided to volunteer for airborne school, knowing that attending the Army's jump school would give us three more weeks or more to live. Of course, that choice was almost a guarantee that we would be sent to Vietnam; however, there was also a chance that we might beat the odds of a Vietnam assignment and instead be assigned to the 82nd Airborne Division at Fort Bragg, North Carolina or some other obscure location.
After we opted for jump school we also investigated other options on our off time. With our outstanding academic and service records we knew there was a possibility that we might get to attend one of the advanced airborne schools at Fort Benning after we graduated from basic jump school. We had even considered attending OCS, but discovered that would mean an extension of time in The Green Machine and a sure assignment to Vietnam as infantry platoon leaders. We learned that platoon leaders and helicopter pilots had the shortest life span in the Vietnam War; thus, we decided against OCS. We kind of knew that the odds were stacked against us staying stateside, but what the hell it was going to be a two years odyssey.
Chapter 2: Do It Again
Danny rolled over on the bed rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, yawning and stretching he said, "Hey buddy."
The sound of his voice brought me back to the reality of where I was that morning and what was happening. I moved over next to him lying on the bed and said, "Good morning sleepy head," as I fondled his hardening cock.
Danny said, "I had this weird dream that I fucked the shit out of you last night."
With a wry smirk I replied, "I guess you did, my asshole is still on fire. In fact, I'll probably walk funny for the next couple of days."
"You ready to do it again?" Danny asked with a big smile.
"Hell yeah, let's get it on before breakfast. Then after breakfast we'll come back here and get it on again, and just keep repeating the process until we have totally satisfied each other before we have to be back on post Monday morning for reveille," I said.
With that said we both turned opposite each other on the bed, taking each other's burgeoning organs in our mouths to begin orally pleasuring each other. I grasp hold of Danny's cock and took the head of into my mouth and he took mine. My tongue slowly began to circle and tantalize the glans. Danny had one nice looking dick, especially the cockhead. From my very first time engaging another male in sex I'd been fascinated by the penis. I couldn't get enough of them. I considered myself somewhat of a self-appointed cock connoisseur.
I'd sucked my share of dicks since the sixth grade, and believe me I had seen some ugly cocks in that time as well as some beautiful ones. Danny's cock, although not huge in size, was one of the beautiful ones. Danny and I were about average size and both of us were circumcised. We both preferred cut cocks over uncut. I always felt that there was nothing more gorgeous than a sleek pink unsheathed cockhead with its crimson coronal band. I'd learned that the spongy glans, especially the coronal ring and frenulum were the most sensitive areas of the penis. I never believed in trying to gag myself, forcing the entirety of an extra large cock all the way down my gullet.
Nope, I never cared for the super-sized schlong. For me smaller to average size cocks were more satisfying, especially one with a nice looking exposed cockhead. So, I was not a size queen, but was more impressed by the beauty of a penis more so than with its size. My uncle, a few years older and a gay man, told me early on in life that anything more than a fistful or mouthful was wasteful, so I tried to never let a good cock go to waste.
The first time I saw Danny in that big latrine shower I wanted to drop down to my knees and suck him; it took all my self-control to keep from getting a hard-on that day. The weekend pass was the first time Danny and I had the luxury of being together on a bed in the security of a locked room to engage each other in sex. We intended to take full advantage of our weekend pass to thoroughly satisfy each other before we had to return to base, and then be sent to Fort Benning, Georgia.
Danny's cock tasted so much better having time to enjoy and savor it. The whole weekend lay before us to engage in sex and bring sexual pleasure to each other. Prior to that weekend our only sexual contact had been limited to brief mutual masturbations sessions and quick blowjobs in obscure locations around the Army post. Because of our jobs as Acting Platoon Sergeants we had a little more leeway than our fellow trainees to get away and engage in secret sexual trysts.
Danny and I tried to schedule our time late at night, early in the morning or on weekends to be together. That way we could steel away to obscure out of the way places to quickly satisfy each other's sexual needs without getting caught. We were lucky; we never got caught. We knew instinctively that some of the other guys were doing similar things. I always suspected that there were many more homosexuals in the Army than thought, but for one reason or the other they were never discovered. Some guys did each other while on fire watch, while others chose other locations and times.
Fire watch was a form of guard duty to protect trainees living in the old wooden W.W. II barracks. If a fire broke out the old dry wooden barracks would go up like a tinder box, trapping many trainees inside to burn to death. So, some of the trainees used that time for foolhardy fooling around in the shadows of darkness. Trainees had been told many times in basic and during AIT that the Army was actively looking for Homos. We had even been told that there was a possibility that Army criminal investigators might be planted in our barracks posing as trainees to catch homosexuals who had circumvented in processing at the induction station. We knew the two guys that got caught midway through our training cycle in the latrine.
The two trainees that got caught were good guys, but they were fucking idiots. They decided to do it in the latrine showers early one morning as the Charge of Quarters happened through on an inspection while they were indulging each other. We had heard the shower running before during early morning hours, but paid no attention to it. We just figured it was a guy taking a shower after getting off fire watch or getting up early for kitchen police duty. I never gave a thought to engaging in sex in the showers for fear of getting caught. I felt sorry for the two guys that got caught in the shower, but they brought the wrath of the Army down on them by their own doing.
The CQ had caught the two trainees red-handed. The Army and NCOs made a big scene in the barracks that morning. I truly felt sorry for the two lads, but they appeared to be free fodder for all the NCOs who gathered in the latrine taunting the boys standing there in their nakedness. They were berated unmercifully by superiors that morning. Needless to say; they were discharged with negative discharge papers.
For Danny and me the weekend wasn't about the Army or training; it was about bring sexual pleasure to each other. We were both lay on the bed in the security of our locked room nursing each others cocks like there was no tomorrow. We licked, kissed and sucked each others cocks in a leisurely fashion for over an hour. We enjoyed licking the precum from each other's piss slits while we worked over each other's cockheads. I could tell that Danny was on the verge of cumming. His cock was thickening and his balls were drawing up. I was looking forward to him spilling his spooge in my mouth.
The oral sex became more frenzied as we moaned and groaned, thrashing around on the bed while we sucked each other's dicks. We lay side ways and then one on top and the other on the bottom as we sucked each other to fruition. Danny shot his load of semen first and then I unloaded. After we came we lay there milking each other of all our man milk before turning loose of each other's wilting cocks. We lay there for a few moments to get out breath before getting up.
Finally, I asked, "Did you work up an appetite?"
"Fuck yeah! That was great," Danny replied.
"Let's get up, shower and get dressed. I'm hungry."
Danny and got up took a shower together, got dressed in our uniforms and headed out to find some nourishment. A much needed and well-deserved breakfast for two sexually depleted PFCs on weekend passes in a Texas Army town.
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