BRUCE & FRIENDS

 

Copyright August 2002

By

Lee Mariner

 

 

 

This is a gay fantasy depicting homosexual activity between young men, and it is intended for Adult Readers only.

 

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Tommy & Lenny

 

Driving trucks was a profession, and way of life in my family. My dad taught me the basics, letting me steer while sitting in his lap behind the wheel of a Ford stake body with a standard three gears forward, and a reverse gear transmission not an automatic.  He supported the family hauling ice in the summer and coal in the winter. My grandfather drove coal trucks in the mountains of Kentucky.

 

There was no such thing as driver's education in school in those days. Your Dad or an older brother taught you the gears, and you learned mostly by hands on practice.  When you turned the magical age of sixteen, you took a written test and a road test. If you passed they issued you a one-year permit for two dollars.

 

After I turned fourteen, my Dad would take me with him in the summers to help out with his deliveries. I learned more about driving a truck along with developing a pretty good set of muscles toting twenty-five & fifty pound blocks of ice on my shoulders with a set of tongs. Dad paid me ten dollars a week, which was pretty good for a teenager in the '40s during World War II.

 

Every now and then when we were out making deliveries, Dad, would tell me about the birds and the bees with the warning that I should keep my fly buttoned since there was plenty of time to learn about sex. I guess he had forgotten how a fourteen-year old boy reacted to the surge of hormones, and a raging hard-on every morning, and several times during the day.  

 

He didn't tell me much more about sex than what I already knew. I had a pretty good idea about what sex was from listening to older guys in school bragging about the girls they had either fucked or who had sucked their cocks.  

 

 

Tommy Jones, my best bud, showed me how to jerk off in a secluded space under the iron steps behind the school that led into the gym. It was a perfect spot since no one could see us unless they were looking for someone to be there. If the stains on the concrete were any indication there had been plenty of others that had used it.

 

Tommy taught me a lot about jerking off, and how to prolong the ecstatic feelings that stroking my cock created rather than just popping my nuts. Thinking about it, I should have suspected Tommy was gay from the way he would get excited watching me jerk off.  He never tried anything, and even though I had the intense desire to know if his cock felt like mine; and, I wanted to feel his hand jerking me off, I didn't have the guts to tell him what I was feeling.

 

Hell, I didn't even know what gay was then and I doubt he did either. Tommy was fifteen, a year older than me; but his cock was longer and thicker then mine.  He liked to sway his hips from side to side causing his half-hard cock to swing as it lengthened and when it was almost full hard, he would stroke it until it was as hard as steel the engorged head purple from the infusion of blood.

 

Tommy was circumcised, and his smooth un-veined cock looked like an alabaster shaft tipped with a dark red crown sticking out of the thick silky brown hair around its thick base.  His body was a better developed than mine but, not that much.  He did have a lot more hair then I did in his armpits, and around his cock and balls.  

 

Lots of times in the showers after gym class and we were alone, he would start playing with his cock and taunting me saying things like.

 

"Come on Bruce get it up, lets see what you got."

 

I didn't know then that I was gay; I just knew my cock would get hard watching him stroking his growing cock. I had about five-inches but he must have had at least seven-inches or more.  He'd stand with his legs spread apart waving it back and forth still teasing me saying, "You want one like this Bruce boy? Think your cocks ever going to get as big?

 

It fascinated me watching him stroke his cock, and when he started to come he would groan, thrusting his hips forward when streams of white jizz would start shooting from its blood engorged head as he groaned, his hips fucking his hand as he jerked off.

 

"Yeah Bruce, look at that, can you shoot that much?" He would gasp as he milked the last drops of white cream from his wilting cock.

 

He knew I couldn't but, when I did shoot, it felt like I was blowing apart, and his dark eyes would glisten as my cock spurted a couple of thin streams, and I would shudder gripping my cock tight.

 

Tommy and I jerked off a lot together; at least once a day. One day when we were under a train trestle, not far from where we lived, we were laying beside each other naked from the waist down playing with our cocks. He was waving his cock around like he always did showing it off when he looked at me.

 

"Have you ever had a blow job Bruce?"

 

I didn't know what too say at first, I didn't know what a blowjob was. When he asked me again, I said "hell no, what's that?"

 

"Some guy takes your cock in his mouth and sucks you off." He said. "It's the greatest feeling in the world, Bruce, better then jerking off."

 

He still had me all confused but when he told me about getting sucked off the thought of my cock in some guys mouth caused a wave of excitement to surge over me, and my cock got real hard. Tommy lay there waving his big cock back and forth grinning at me watching my reaction.

 

"You've had that done, Tommy?"  I asked almost breathless from the excitement of wondering what it would be like. "Did you let some guy suck your cock?"

 

"Once last summer when you were down on your grandfather's farm, I was down here jerking off, and some hobo caught me. He pulled his cock out like he was taking a piss; but, he kept looking at me, and I could see him getting hard so I just kept on pumping my cock."

 

"What did he do?" I asked, stroking furiously, and breathing quickly, trying to imagine my cock being sucked.

 

"He kept on stroking his cock watching me, and then he asked me if I wanted it sucked.  The way he was stroking his cock and looking at me made me hot as hell, and I told him sure, suck on it. Jesus, Bruce, I never felt anything like the way his hot mouth felt when he started sucking on my cock, and playing with my nuts.  Jerking off is great but it's nothing like someone sucking your nuts dry. Man, I was so hot, and excited that I rammed all I could get in his mouth shooting wads of jizz down his throat. He swallowed all of it, and kept on sucking me off until I couldn't stand it anymore and I had to pull my cock out of his mouth."

 

The pre-cum was dripping from the head of my cock and I was sweating,

feeling hot all over my body visualizing what he was telling me and I could

see Tommy was too.

 

"Have you had it done since then Tommy? Man, I'd like to try that."

 

"Nah, I haven't seen him since then. He was a hobo remember?"

 

I didn't say anything else but we both shot loads bigger then we ever had

before. I bet the both of us were thinking about the same thing, getting a

blowjob and I couldn't take my eyes off of Tommy's cock swelling thicker as

he started shooting his load. God but I wanted to jerk his cock for him and feel how hard and smooth it was but I was happy just being with him.

 

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Tommy and I were really close, and did just about everything together in school and out. I didn't know it then that I was in love with him or the reason I was; I just enjoyed being with him especially when we jerked off. We didn't really realize it but once in awhile other people would tell us that both of us were growing into pretty good-looking, well-built young men.

 

One thing I really looked forward to was the summer when, after we had grown up a little, Dad would let Tommy, and me work on the ice truck with him when he had to add extra stops; and, he needed the extra help.  Tommy would tong a block of ice, his muscles rippling under his thin shirt when he swung it up on the burlap sack over his shoulder, and my cock would start getting hard looking at him. He would glance at me faking a shiver as the water ran down the deep ridge between his lateral back muscles soaking the waistband of his pants.  His eyes laughed at me, when he saw me watching, and he had an impish grin on his face. He was like that; there was fun in everything he did.

 

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Tommy's Dad was in the Army, and the day his mother was notified that he had been killed in action in Europe was the worst day of my life, and Tommy's. When his Mother told him about his Dad dying, she hugged him while they cried; but, later, Tommy came to my house, and after he told me, we ran to the train trestle where we could be alone. I held him as he talked about his Dad and we both cried together.

 

My Mom and Dad along with lots of the neighbors visited his house, helping out as much as they could. The church had a memorial service for his father since he was buried in a cemetery overseas somewhere in France.

 

The second worst day was when he told me that his mother was moving back to

Indiana on his grandfather's farm, and he had to go. He was seventeen, I was sixteen, and we sat under the train trestle hugging each other, and crying like we had when his Dad had died. Under the train trestle where it crossed the creek had sort of became our "place". I think we both were hoping a hobo would come along when we were there jerking off but that day we just cried. I wanted to kiss him and tell him how much I loved him; but, I didn't, we just held each other. The fear of two boys caught kissing was too inbred.

 

Mom and Dad thought I was sick from the way I moped around after he left and it took a long time for me to get over him moving away. Going to "our place" under the train trestle, and jerking off without him there with me only made it worse. Tommy was gone and I still had two years of high school ahead of me without him around. Jerking off became a solitary thing after that but I would think of him and his big cock beside me in my bed. Oh, how I wished we had been in bed together.

 

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I was hoping I'd hear from Tommy after he and his mother left; but I never did.

I didn't understand then about how you could love someone, and then when he or she weren't around anymore that time would sort of ease the pain of missing them. I still jerked off but not under the trestle. Girls still didn't excite me enough to want sex even though I had plenty of chances. To be on the safe side, I went out with several, did some petting but it didn't change the pleasure of being around boys, and looking at them in the showers, their cocks getting half hard under the water as they washed themselves. Some of them, my age, were pretty good-looking but not as good-looking as Tommy.

 

I started working out with weights, and wrestling in school after Tommy had left and by the time I was eighteen, and graduation rolled around, I had built a pretty nice body. My hair was light brown hair, cobalt blue eyes, six-feet tall, and one hundred seventy pounds of hard muscle. My biceps were eighteen-inches, and my forty-four inch chest tapered to a thirty-inch waist. Soft silky almost golden hair flowed downward from my navel between the hard ridges of abdominal muscles to join the thick bush of hair that spread over my pelvis, and surrounded the thick base of the un-circumcised seven-inch cock that rested over the heavy balls that had developed in my crotch.  Sometimes when I was posing naked with a hard-on in front of the mirror in my bedroom, I would wish Tommy was standing beside me. 

 

Going to college was not an option at that time since we couldn't afford it. Dad did pretty well with his ice and coal business; but, as the war was ending, people had more money, and were starting to replace their old iceboxes with refrigerators. Coal was still needed in the winter but, new houses were being built with electric heat and some people were changing over from coal furnaces. Electric heat was cheaper and cleaner than coal, and while everyone had more or less figured I would work for my Dad or go to college, he sold the business a few months before I graduated, and went to work in a paper mill that he had worked in before he bought the ice and coal business.

 

He told me that he could get me a job in the factory; but I didn't want that. If I couldn't go to college, I decided to join the Army to get away so I could be on my own.  

 

It surprised me when I was sent to Fort Campbell, Kentucky for basic training but, it was away from home, and that's what I wanted. A bigger surprise was that it would be where I got my first blowjob. Lots of they guys in my platoon were good looking, well built and some hung bigger then either Tommy or me. I had a hard time concealing the urges that would build up in me especially in the showers with all those hard-muscled naked guys, and half-hard cocks that couldn't avoid being seen. At night was the worst at first, some guys would be crying quietly, and you could hear some of the bunks squeaking when guys would be jerking off. I didn't cry but I did jerk-off with a handkerchief over the head of my cock to catch the sticky sperm.

 

My bunk was on the top and at the end of a long row in the corner of the barracks. One night, I heard the guy below me jerking off but at first, I didn't pay any attention since I had heard him pounding his meat on other nights.  I didn't really know him but, I knew his name was Leonard something the other from seeing it on the bunk tag; but, for some reason, I was thinking about Tommy, and I got horny as hell listening to him, below me, pounding his cock and I started slowly stroking mine.

 

I was really getting into it, and didn't hear him get out of his bunk. My legs were pulled up a little making a sort of tent, and I had my handkerchief in my hand to catch the sperm. All I was thinking about was getting my rocks off until, I felt a hand grab my nuts, and then another hand over my mouth while a voice whispered in my ear ----"Man, don't get pissed but, shit, I want to suck your cock."

 

He scared me so bad when he put his hand over my mouth that every muscle in my body tightened, and, I damned near lost my hard-on but, when I turned my head, and saw it was the guy from the bunk under me who had been jerking off, I stammered softly, "What, in here?"

 

He put his lips close to my ear, "Yeah, it's safe. No one can see us back her in the dark back here in the corner. I've seen you in the showers, and when you would be washing it, and getting hard it made me horny as hell, and I've been wishing I could suck that big cock of yours if you'll let me."

 

I didn't want to admit that I had never had a blowjob, and the time Tommy asked me if I had flashed through my head. Moving a little closer to the side of my bunk, I pushed the blanket down exposing my throbbing rod. He took it in his hand, and skinning the foreskin back, I heard him whisper softly. "Jesus, your big."   Breathing in deeply, I moved closer to the edge of the bunk as he was stroking it's throbbing length almost lovingly. I could hear him breathing hard, I gasped at the feelings that engulfed me when he lowered his head, and my throbbing cock slid between his lips into the depths of his hot mouth. 

 

Tommy had said jerking off was okay but nothing like another guy sucking you off, and he was right. Every muscle tightened at the feeling of his tongue twisting around the turgid length of my cock, his lips skinning my foreskin back. Stars shot through my head and it felt like bolts of electricity were shooting in all different directions from the intense feelings in my groin. I stuffed the handkerchief in my mouth so no one would hear me moaning at the intensity of the feelings his sucking mouth were creating as he gently applied lip pressure as he sucked on my steel hard cock.

 

He worked his mouth and lips up and down over almost the full length of my cock until I could feel the hot cum surging upwards ready for a titanic explosion into his mouth. Grabbing the back of his neck, I held his mouth down on me as every muscle in my body tightened, and I felt white hot sperm gushing, filling his mouth with stream after stream hot sperm. He stroked my chest pinching my tits a few times, and swallowed every drop of my juice, his lips milking, and draining the remaining drops as my cock softened. Slowly relaxing, he held my wilting cock tight with his lips, his tongue cleaning the last drops from the head. A deep groan swelled in my chest but the handkerchief stopped anyone from hearing the pleasure I was feeling. When we both were finished, he whispered "thanks" and went back to bed. It felt as if I had been drained of everything inside of me but, I felt warm all over; and smiling, I thought of what Tommy had said, and I whispered to myself, "you were right, Tommy, I only wish it had been you."

 

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Reveille sounded at and un-Godly five-thirty in the morning.  The memories of the night were still in my head, and I didn't want to get up but, when with an effort, I did swing down out of my bunk the guy below me was gone. For a minute I though it had been a dream but my cock told me it wasn't, a little cum had dried up on the tip. Grabbing the towel hanging on the end of the bunk, and my shaving kit from my locker, I followed the other guys heading for the latrine, my baggy boxer shorts covering my piss hard-on, and probably most of the other guys struggling to wake up as we moved toward the latrine. After checking out a couple of the guys standing next to me milking their cocks, I finished pissing, and found an empty washbasin. Looking in the mirror, I spotted the guy from below me on the other side of the room, he was smiling back at me but at first I avoided his eyes because of an unreasonable feeling of guilt even though it had been him, and not me that had started it. The temptation to get a better look at him overcame the guilty feeling. 

 

He was a good-looking boy, maybe seventeen or eighteen years old. He had a lean muscled body; but he wasn't skinny. He had blond hair, and blue eyes but not as deeply blue as mine, and he was maybe an inch or two shorter than me. I still wasn't shaving yet and, I only had a little peach fuzz. After scrubbing my face and washing my teeth, I started to brush what hair the Army had left; and, I glanced to where he had been but I didn't see him in the mirror.

 

When I got back at my bunk and locker, the kid was sitting on his bunk pulling his socks on. He glanced up at me but he didn't say anything, and looked under his bunk for his boots. I got a pair of socks from my locker and was going to sit on top of it so I could put my socks on when I heard him say softly, "You can sit here if you want too."

 

"Sure." I said, smiling at him.  "Thanks, makes it a little easier."

 

Sitting down beside him I could feel his warmth and the smell of Ivory soap.

My cock started to get hard as his closeness, and body odor. I should have moved away from him but I liked the aroma that wafted around him. My hands trembled a little as I tried pulling on my socks, and hide my hard cock at the same time.

 

He turned his head looking at me, a softness in his eyes." My name is Leonard, Leonard Altman but you can call me Lenny. What's yours?"

 

"Bruce, Bruce Thompson." I answered, and asked. "Where are you from?"

 

"Indiana, not far from Indianapolis."

 

"Hey, Leonard, we're almost neighbors." I replied cheerfully. "I'm from Ohio. Where did you join up? I enlisted in Dayton."

 

"In, Indianapolis." He replied quietly.  "My parents farm was not that far from the city, and since I didn't need their permission, I enlisted without telling them." He said in almost a rush as if he wanted to get it off of his chest. "My, Dad was pissed at first but, he settled down after my, Mom talked with him. I guess having three other brothers to help him made the difference."

 

"You actually lived on a farm, Lenny? That must have been neat." I replied as we both relaxed a little. "I helped my grandfather on his farm sometimes in the summer during vacations; but, mostly I worked with my Dad on his ice and coal truck. Why did you join the Army?"

 

"Mostly so I could get off the farm, and out of Indiana." He answered and asked "How about you?"

 

"Me too; but, I was hoping it would be further away than Kentucky." I said. "My Dad was going to get me a job in the factory where he worked; but, I wanted to get away from that, and the Army seemed to be the best way to do it."

 

We had both been dressing, and talking without saying anything about what had happened during the night when the whistle blew, and everyone had to fall in ranks in front of the barracks for roll call. The Sergeants formed us up according to our heights, and Lenny was a couple of rows behind me since he was a little shorter. Tall guys were in front and short in the back. I guess because it looked good when we marched although what we did as we tried to follow the orders being barked at us could hardly be called marching.

 

After breakfast, we were marched to a building where we were given physical examinations, issued uniforms along with a canvas bag filled with what we would need while we were in the Army. After that, we were interviewed, and they asked us why we enlisted, what we wanted too do, and what we expected to be in the Army. The guy talking with me did not look much older then me but he was a Corporal. He made a lot of entries on the forms he had as I answered his questions. When we were finished with the interviews, we packed out civilian clothes in United Parcel Boxes for shipment home.  I went back outside where the rest of the guys were mingling around waiting to see where we would go next.

 

When I saw Lenny come out, I caught his attention, and joined him. His uniform was a little baggy but mine was too. He had a clean, fresh Amish look even in his baggy uniform and, I liked him. I later found out he was Amish and he had just turned eighteen years old, and was the youngest of five brothers and two sisters. His parents weren't happy about his enlisting but they knew he didn't want to live on a farm.

 

Neither one of us said anything about what had happened during the night but I had a feeling he wanted to talk about it. We really didn't get a chance for much talking because we were being marched around from one place to the other; but we both caught each other looking every now and then.

 

None of us had ever marched before except maybe in a band in school. It took almost all day before we even started to look like we knew how.  While September is not all that hot, we were sweating from the effort, and the dust from the drill field made me feel dirty. After lunch, we attended orientation classes, and then more marching.

 

When we got back at our barracks, the platoon sergeant told us we had thirty minutes to shower, change into clean fatigue's, and be back on the drill field in formation. It was mass confusion in the two showers in the barracks, and it seemed like everyone was trying to use the same shower at the same time. There were lots of well-muscled bodies rubbing against each other fighting for a showerhead.

 

Lenny and I managed to get a showerhead near the door, and while we were wetting down and rinsing off, we "accidentally" brushed against each other. His eyes flashed at me for an instant before looking away but I saw his cock starting to swell a little. It was the first time I had seen him totally naked. His well-proportioned, leanly muscled wet body glistened golden; and, he had a thick bush of silky blond pubic hair. His cock reminded me of Tommy's; thick, tapered, and smoothly circumcised with a bullet shaped head. The urges I had been feeling surged in my groin, and from the way, Lenny was rushing, I was sure he was feeling the same way, and we finished showering quickly before we had a raging hard-on.

 

As everyone finished cleaning up and dressing, we straggled outside, and fell into formation, the drill sergeant was holding a stopwatch timing us. He blew his whistle and marched us to the mess hall again instructing us we had another 30 minutes to eat and fall back in formation. Everything in the Army seemed to be on a time schedule of some kind or at least is seemed like it.

 

After supper, we marched back to our barracks, and we were instructed to stand at ease in front of our bunks. Our drill sergeant walked up and down between the rows of young men telling us what was expected of us, and what we would be doing while under his command. He told us that the first three days after we had arrived was the quarantine period when we were issued our uniforms, boxed up our clothes for shipping home, and were sort of given an idea of what Army life was all about. I remember those three days when we had all been together in what was called a receiving barracks, and that several of the guys that had been there weren't with us anymore. That could have been for almost any reason but I had a hunch that one of those reasons might have been because they were caught doing what Lenny and I had done. The recruiter where I signed up had mentioned about the Army not wanting fags when he told me to check the box on my contract that I was not a homosexual. I couldn't help but think who in the world would ever admit he was.

 

My mind had drifted away from what the sergeant was saying, and I wasn't paying attention to what he was saying.  I was thinking about Lenny sucking on my cock, and how good it had felt when Lenny kick my boot, and I looked up just as the Sergeant said, "attention, dismissed."

 

Everyone was milling around talking after the Sergeant left. Lenny was gathering his dirty laundry up, and getting a scrub brush and detergent from his locker.

 

"What did he say at the end Lenny? I didn't hear him." I asked quietly.

 

"You looked like you were in another world when I kicked your boot." He answered, looking around to be sure no one could hear before continuing. We are supposed to wash our clothes, and then study two chapters of the Drill Manual. After that we have free time for letter writing or what ever we want until lights out at ten o'clock. He said for the bunkmates to help each other out studying, sort of like the buddy system. We are bunkmates with you are on top, and I'm on the bottom unless you want to change." He said a little hesitantly as he spoke, looking at me.

 

I caught a little flicker in his eyes when he said that and I grinned.

 

"No." I said. "I like the top bunk, Lenny."

 

"I thought you might but I don't mind changing if you really want too." He said almost seductively, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

 

Lenny already knew I didn't want to change, and he knew why I didn't; but he was playing with words. Both of us just grinned knowing what we both were thinking. I guess I really knew then that, Lenny was gay, I was gay, and while I had always thought that, Tommy was gay, I never really knew it since all we had done was jerk-off together, and not done what Lenny had done; and, only really gay guys sucked cock.

 

We stripped down to our boxers, and gathering our dirty clothes and washing materials we went to the washroom where the other guys were doing their washing. The room was long, and had two hip high wash racks with cast iron water spigots. A long trough down the center of the facing racks drained the water and soap away from the wash area, and down through a huge drain in the cement floor.

 

Lenny and I found two spigots together facing two really cute guys who were laughing and scrubbing away. I couldn't help noticing that the water splashing on the front of their boxers was soaking the cloth, and their cocks were plainly visible.  All of the washing areas were taken by guys standing in their boxers scrubbing clothes, talking, asking questions, and learning more about each other. Every now and then we both noticed that one or two seemed to have a noticeable bulge in their boxers from leaning against the edge of the racks as they scrubbed their clothes.

 

Lenny told me about his family and their farm. It was 500 acres of corn and wheat with the usual farm animals, beef stock, milk stock, etc.  His two oldest married brothers lived in their own homes built on the farm. There were several milk cows and pigs along with the usual assortment of chickens and turkeys on the farm and everyone shared in the work. That was the Amish way of doing things. Work six days a week, and church on Sunday. Until he was older and able to help with the cows and work in the fields, his job was taking care of the family vegetable garden and caring for the chickens and turkeys with his sisters. He went to school in the mornings until two o'clock in the afternoon and then work on the farm until suppertime. After supper he did his studies and then slept until five o'clock in the morning when everyone got up. He had a few morning chores to do before eating his breakfast, and then catch the school bus.

 

Except for cutting grass, taking the garbage out, and going to the store; his growing up had been a lot tougher then mine.

 

He was rinsing his socks and boxers when he looked over at me and whispered. "You really have a great looking body."

 

"You don't have anything to be ashamed of Lenny, your look pretty good to me." I replied, feeling grateful that I had started working out after Tommy had left.

 

"Oh, you know what I'm saying; Bruce, my build is nothing like yours. No one in my family is really big muscled except for my brother Adam. Adam is twenty-years old, a little taller then me, and he has a great body because he works out in our barn with heavy weights."

 

When, Lenny mentioned his brother, Adam working out, I had a vision of a shirtless blond, muscled Adonis pumping iron, and a tingling feeling in my loins warned me to get off the subject. Getting a hard-on in a room full of teenage studs that were probably just as horny as I was was not a good idea. 

 

When we were finished washing our clothes, we hung them in a large heated room that had wire clothes lines strung up from wall to wall. Everyone's clothes were stenciled with their name and serial number so we could find them when they were dry. We had been talking so much while we were washing our clothes, and hanging them up that most of the other guys were finished before us.

 

Lenny suggested that we could walk to the Post Exchange for a soda after we had finished studying, and I agreed.  To save time, we decided to shower before studying.  The shower room had always seemed to be pretty busy but when we entered the room there was only one other guy taking a shower so we both had a showerhead to ourselves. The lights made Lenny's wet smooth body glisten, and when he washed his very impressive cock, it would swell a little just like most men's did when they fondled themselves, and my cock responded. He may not have thought he had muscles but they rippled under his chestnut tanned skin as he moved. We had not been able to really get a good look at each other naked in the showers since so many other guys were showering with us. I saw, Lenny glance at the other guy who had his back to us, and then deliberately face me, and stroke his cock enough to get it half hard, and a feeling of excitement burned in my loins.  His eyes glistened as he saw me getting a hard-on; and, I leaned over and said softly. "We better stop this, Lenny or someone might catch us."

 

 

Grinning impishly, he didn't say anything but, as we rinsed off and went into the small room off of the shower room where we dried off, his still half-hard cock swung from side to side but he didn't linger when he dried it off. I could tell what he was thinking; and, I was feeling the same way.  Watching him as he dried off, it was exciting to watch the smooth athletic graceful way he moved, his lean muscles rippling as he moved his towel over his body.  

 

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After showering; we dressed, and did our studying. When we signed out at the guard desk indicating where we were going, the guard reminded us it was almost eight o'clock, and we had to be back before lights out at ten o'clock.

 

It took us about fifteen minutes to walk to the Post Exchange. It was big brightly lit building with a canteen, and a recreation room with a piano, ping-pong and several billiard tables. One section was walled off, and had all of the stuff you might find in a civilian drug store, cigarettes, candy, toilet articles, and all kinds of stuff. Civilians worked in the exchange, and the cute girl behind the canteen counter brought us two bottle of Coke when we asked for them.

 

A jukebox was blaring in one corner of the room that had several tables and chairs in it. Several of them were taken, and some of the guys from our platoon were there. The loud music made talking difficult, and when I looked at Lenny, he shrugged his shoulders, and moving closer he said. "Its awfully noisy in here Bruce. Lets go on outside where it's quieter."

 

I was going to suggest we go where it was quieter; but he beat me to it. There were several things I wanted to ask Lenny, and shouting was not the way I wanted to talk. I had to know if he was feeling the same way I was, and the only way was to ask. I didn't think he would get angry after what had happened during the night, and the way he was acting in the showers.

 

We sat beside each other, not too close but close enough where we could talk without being overheard if someone walked by. Taking a couple of swigs from the bottle of Coke I was about to speak when I heard him breath in deeply before speaking.

 

His voice was almost in audible; but, when he asked, "Bruce, are you gay?" the shock of hearing someone asking if I was gay stunned me for a few seconds before I was able to reply.

 

Breathing in deeply, and exhaling slowly, I waited for the shock to wear off before answering.

 

"Damn, Len, I was going to ask you the same thing."

 

"I like that Bruce."

 

"Like what?" I asked, perplexed by his response.

 

"You calling me Len instead of Lenny. I've always hated being called Lenny; but so many people use it automatically instead of calling me Leonard or Len like you just did." He said, his eyes glowing softly as he spoke.

 

"It just sort of seemed natural, Len; but that's not what I was talking about."

 

"I know that, Bruce." He said quietly. "I thought that after last night, you would have figured that out without asking me."

 

"Yeah, Len, I thought so but, it took a lot of nerve since we didn't really know each other, it would have scared the shit out of me."

 

"I was scared at first but, while we were in the showers, I saw the way you were looking at the other guys." He said, hesitating while he took a swig of his Coke, breathed in deeply.  "I saw guys looking at other guys the same way when I was in school, and one of them hung around in the showers until we were alone, and he asked me if he could jerk me off or suck my cock. He scared the shit out of me, and I ran out of the shower room but, later on, I was wondering what it would feel like. Later, I sort of regretted not letting him do it and, the more I thought about someone sucking my cock the more I wanted to know what it was like to suck another guys cock."

 

"Damn." I thought to myself as we sat quietly for a few minutes, my cock slowly swelling as I thought back to when Tommy had told me about getting his first blowjob. "That's a lot like what Tommy had told me about the hobo wanting to suck his cock, and how good it felt."

 

I was deep in thought, erotic feelings spreading through me as I remembered what it felt like when, Lenny sucked me off and, I didn't hear him until he nudged me in the ribs to get my attention.

 

"Bruce, you were on a farm during the summer; but, I don't think you know what it's like growing up on a farm, and feeling strange around boys in school, and around your brothers. Sex between girls and boys was never discussed in our house, and I had all of these strange feelings that I didn't understand. When I was thirteen years old, my older brother Adam, the good-looking one, caught me jerking off in the hayloft.  He told me it was nothing to be ashamed of because all boys do it; but, when I asked him about the feelings that I was having, I didn't mention boys, and he about what girls and boys do together. Our father seemed to feel it was the older boys duty to tell their younger brothers the facts of life as he called it and, Adam explained it to me but not really if you know what I mean.  I still didn't understand why boys turned me on and, I would get a hard-on like I did when I looked at you, and heard you jerking off in your bunk."

 

"That's why you picked me out of all the guys here Len?" I said, playing with my Coke bottle and looking down at the concrete steps.  "It did surprise me when you put your hand over my face last night. I could feel the bunk moving from you jerking off below me, and I could hear some other guys doing it too, and it got me horny."

 

I was learning that Lenny usually spoke softly but, when I heard him chuckling softly to himself, I glanced at him.  His eyes were twinkling but, I could see warmth in their deep blue depths, and it made me feel warm all over.

 

"Bruce, you excited me when I saw you naked when they were giving us physicals; and, I couldn't take my eyes off of you. I tried getting your attention but you were always looking the other way or going somewhere else. I didn't have the first idea about what I would do but there was something about you that told me you were the same as me. Amish people call it joining one to the other in spirit. It was like I could feel your spirit reaching out to me as I looked at you.   Adam; and, me loved each others as most brothers do, and both of us being the youngest had a sort of special relationship."

 

"Did you and him do things together?" I asked.

 

"Do you mean did we have a sexual relationship? Not a sexual relationship but we jerked off together.  Sometimes we would jerk each other off like most brothers do I guess, and several times, I wanted to know what it felt like to suck his cock but, I didn't think he would let me do that, and I never asked him. He taught me all about how and why boys jerked off, and I liked how it felt when we jerked each other off.  His cock was bigger than mine was back then; but that is because he is older.  He still has foreskin like you do but, I never did understand why my parents had mine trimmed off.  Most of the Amish boys I know have foreskin, and we learned a lot about sex, watching the animals on the farm having sex.  You said you were on a farm in the summer so, you must have seen some of them having sex."

 

"Oh yeah, sure I did but, animals don't do what you did last night." I said. "It was great, and felt fantastic; but that's the first time I ever felt like that."

 

Lenny was just about to answer me when some guys we didn't know came out of the door and he waited until the were out of earshot. I don't think they could have heard him anyway, he spoke so softly but he was chuckling like he had before. When they were far enough away, he glanced at me grinning, his eyes shining brightly.

 

"I kind of figured that was your first time; Bruce, and it was my first time doing it to another guy." He said in a husky tone as he breathed in deeply, looking at the bulge in my crotch, and grinning at me.  "I could tell that you liked it from the way you were holding my head and pushing your cock in my mouth, and I damned near choked when you started shooting your load."

 

"That was your fault, Len, I was horny but, when you started sucking me off, I lost it." I said softly.  "No one had done it before, and I liked it but, you have done more than me, Len.  I've never jerked another guy off, and you at least jerked off with your brother, and jerked each other off.  I never had a brother to jerk off with but, I wanted to jerk my buddy Tommy off when were together except, I never had the guts to ask him even though I thought he wanted me to. How did you know what to do Len? It really felt good."

 

Turning a little sideways facing me, Len looked straight into my eyes.

 

"You said you had worked on a farm in the summers. Didn't you ever watch a calf or piglet suckling on their mother's teats? It's the same way you would suck on a hard cock. Calves suck their mother's teats breathing through their noses until the milk starts flowing, and you can see the muscles in their throats working when they start swallowing the milk, and still suck. That's what I did with you but just not as violently as some of them do."

 

I sat up straight looking around to be sure no one had heard him talking. My cock was rock hard listening to him, and I shivered; the urge to have my cock sucked again burning in my groin.

 

"Damn Len, you're making me horny as hell thinking about it. Have you had someone do it to you?"

 

"No, not yet. I haven't met anyone I wanted to do it with except you. There was one time that, I thought Adam might to do it when he got so excited jerking me off but, he didn't, and even as much as I wanted to know what it felt like, I'm not sure I would have let him, he is my brother." He said, straightening up, and running his hands down over his thighs looking at me with a twinkle in his eyes as the fingers of one hand traced the outline of his hard cock. Breathing in deeply and arching his back, he said, "I'm just as horny as you Bruce but, there isn't any place we can do anything so, we better be getting back to the barracks. What time is it?"

 

My watch said just it was a little past nine o'clock, and the walk back to the barracks would take at least fifteen minutes. I was so horny my cock was aching; but he was right. Jerking off in bed was better then being late getting back, and reported for it. I wanted to hold his hand as we walked but I knew that was not a good idea. We didn't say very much as we walked glancing at each other every now and then.

 

The drill fields were empty, and millions of stars twinkled in a black cloudless sky. It was quiet except for an occasional car that drove by. All I could think of as we walked was that being gay and in the Army really sucked. I couldn't blame anyone but myself for it since I had signed that piece of paper after checking off I wasn't homosexual. Damn I thought to myself, there had to be a better way to find someone like Lenny without it being so screwed up when you did.

 

Just before we started up the steps into the barracks, Len stopped and looked at me his eyes watering just a bit. "It's pretty screwed up, Bruce, we find out about each other in a place like this where we have to be careful or we are in trouble.  The worst part is that we have 4 years of it to go."

 

"Yeah Len, 4 more years but, a lot can happen during those years.

 

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