Blue Boxer Shorts

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

He was a thief. It shocked him really, because Cal never thought of himself as being a criminal. Least, not in things it counted. Okay, so he had taken that package of gum when he was a kid, but other than that he just never did anything remotely like what he had just done. Inside, he felt strange, sort of guilty, but also a bit thrilled.

The rush of sneaking into Peter’s room, of invading his private space, of touching his stuff while searching for that illusive item, seemed so wrong, yet felt so friggin’ good. He couldn’t explain it, really, but ever since Peter had moved into the spare room in the house, he had felt different. He was thinking things that he never really thought he could think about, let alone actually try. The whole notion of creeping into Peter’s room, in rummaging through his laundry hamper, of touching his clothes, smelling them, were all thoughts he never believed he had. Yet that is what he had done, and the proof was in his hands.

Cal was just one of the four guys sharing the house off campus. He was a fringe football player, that had some talent, but knew he’d never be in the NFL. Most of the other guys sharing the place were on the same par, no real talent, but enough to keep them on the team. After all it wasn’t like this was Notre Dame or UCLA. Still, it had its perks, and then Peter moved in.

Gord had left, and they needed someone to take his place. No one really talked about why Gord had just packed up one night and was gone, but the rumor was he had gotten caught with the Dean’s daughter. Talk about being stupid. While his daughter was considered nice, the Dean was a real prude. He didn’t even like to hear people talk about condoms, or anything remotely sexual. Still he would miss Gord, he had a nice body for a straight jock. The others were okay, just a bit on the chunky side for him. Then too, they were on the defense side of the line.

Now Peter, he was different. He was a transfer student and to Cal, he was the ideal specimen of not just a good football player, but a real hunk. The guy had those green blue eyes that seemed to always see into your soul, the lock of brown hair that would never quite move off the forehead, and the build of a jock. He had muscles that bulged when he moved, and God, his ass was like a pair of amazing orbs that Cal had trouble not drooling over.

When he laughed, it was like the room suddenly became alive. His face would open in this wide grin, his teeth would shine, but it was his look that made you just tremble. The guy was that gorgeous, and worse for Cal, he liked to walk around shirtless. Even the day he had moved in, he was parading around the house in just his boxer shorts, which made Cal quiver. You could see the outline, and each time he would walk past, Cal could smell his scent, the mix of the cologne he used with his body aroma.

It drove him nuts, which was why he began to hatch the plan. Now he had thought it out, and actually carried it out too. That was what had him feeling the adrenalin rush still. To have actually pulled it off gave him a strange sense of satisfaction. He looked down into his hands, to see the pair of solid blue boxer shorts that he had lifted from Peter’s laundry basket. They were wrinkled, and more importantly, they smelled of him. He could smell the aroma as he sat on the edge of his bed, seeing the tall brown haired man walking across the living room, to grab whatever. He was always doing that, and it filled his mind as his hands held onto the boxers.

Everyone was out for the night, as he sat on the edge of his bed. His hands were lightly caressing the soft material, as he thought about Peter, about those pecs, the way his stomach was so well defined. The way he would walk so softly and yet with purpose. You saw the confidence in his stride, but it was the way that his dick moved in the shorts. You couldn’t help but notice it.

Just this morning, when he had walked into the kitchen, yawning and jutting his hips out as he stretched. Cal had seen it, and licked his lips because you could tell, it wasn’t soft. It was the morning stiffy, and he could see the little wet spot as well. Peter wasn’t bashful, and he had that smile on his face when he greeted everyone, grabbing a coffee and just sitting down, his legs stretched out, open. You could see the hairs on his legs, slowly disappearing as you looked up towards his crotch.

The obvious tenting was there. It showed the hard rounded head pushing up, the growing little wet stain, that only made Cal tremble a bit more. He really couldn’t believe how casual Peter was about showing up, with a hard on. The cock looked big too, not that Cal was an expert. It just looked that way from its size and the way Peter would adjust it, as he sipped his coffee.

Seeing that wet spot, that long tube outlined in the blue material, had been enough for Cal. He made up his mind, right there, to sneak in and steal them, to have them next to him. And now he had them, as he stared down at them clutched in his two hands. The smile on his face grew, as he breathed in deeply, smelling that scent, closing his eyes and seeing that wet spot growing, as if he was reliving the morning all over again.

He leaned back on his bed, his eyes shut firmly as he brought the pair of stained shorts to his face. He breathed in deeply again, feeling his body shudder a little as the aroma wafted past his nostrils. Cal could see it all, as his imagination took hold. It just wasn’t a pair of underwear, it was Peter himself. He could smell him, even reach out and touch him, the vision was so powerful.

His hand let the pair of crumbled shorts rest on his face, as it began to caress his chest. He let his fingers roam across his body, tweaking his firm nipples. He smiled as he took another breath, relishing the scent as it continued to spark his imagination. He felt his hand moved across his stomach, feeling each muscle roll as the hand passed over it. His body was enjoying the thought, relishing it, as he kept breathing in deeply.

The nerves inside were tingling as his hand moved down, to grab at his own aroused penis. It pushed it to one side, then the other as he thought about Peter, about that lock of hair that hung down over his forehead. He imagined himself touching it, playing with it, as Peter would be smiling up at him. He would be on top, looking down and just enjoying the touch of his hand on Peter’s skin.

The smell was overpowering. His hand took hold of his aroused cock, holding it under the stretched cloth of his own underwear. He pulled on it, stroked it as he thought about Peter, of how it would feel to let his mouth brush up against Peter’s thin pale lips. How he would taste, as his tongue would lick at them, then drive inwards, past the guarding teeth. He felt himself shudder, as his hand pulled on his dick hard, the image of Peter firmly fixed in his vision.

The idea of how it would feel, to be resting on top of that long naked frame. To feel the press of that hard cock up into his own belly, while his pressed back into Peter’s made him moan a little. He breathed in more of that aroma, as his hand moved up and then under his shorts. His fingers touched the burning pole inside, making him flinch a little. His mind was mixing it up, as if Peter was actually there, and that it wasn’t his hand, but Peter’s grabbing hold of his cock, of Peter’s fingers slowly circling his blood gorged cock. That it was Peter’s own fingers that would slowly grip the throbbing pole, and slowly wrap around, till it was squeezing the burning flesh.

His mind made him think of Peter’s long fingers, of how they would feel as they slowly pushed down on his cock. Making him shake and tremble to the touch, as the hand made its way down, to push hard into his own crotch. He sighed, as he felt the press on his groin, groaned a little as he visualized the concentrated look that would cross Peter’s face, if it was his hand.

Cal felt himself drifting off, as with his other hand, he brought Peter’s soiled underwear closer to his nose, even letting his tongue flick out to lick at it, to taste what was left. He had found the wet stain, dried and crusty now, and he had it positioned over his mouth, as his other hand continued to fuel the fantasy in his brain.

He moaned softly, whimpered a little as pushed some of the blue material into his mouth. His teeth biting at it, holding it, while he breathed the aroma in several times. His body began to tremble even more, as his hand moved quickly up and down his throbbing pole. Just like Peter would do, if it was his hand. He could feel it, the fingers holding his cock tightly, stroking it slowly at the beginning but letting himself get carried away. He could feel the growing need in the hand, as it moved faster and faster with each stroke.

His breathing was ragged, but with each short breath he could feel Peter. It was like he was in the room with him, standing over him, as he felt his hand moving up and down in quick strokes, his own underwear stretching with each thrust up, with each push upwards. His body was aching, as he felt his eyes closing even tighter. The image of Peter, his eyes boring into his, the scent all around him, the feel of his flesh on his own, was making him squirm. The ache in his balls grew, as he could see Peter, feel the muscles rolling underneath his flat stomach. He felt them roll, as his hand was now a blur, despite his underwear. Each pull upward, then down would make the waist band stretch, would let it fall down onto his stomach with a smack.

The bed was bouncing, as his hand sped up. He felt it inside, smelled it, as he continued to stroke and see Peter there. One minute he was on top, then just standing over him, but always that hard cock was there, growing harder with each inhale that Cal took. He felt his presence, could feel it even as he felt the pain growing inside. His legs were spread apart, his toes began to curl upwards, cramping his legs.

Every muscle in his body was tense, as he stroked himself to the floating image of Peter. The whole room was shimmering before him, as he saw Peter floating in and out. The cock would be in front of his vision, then around his face. He could almost believe it was there, waiting for him to reach out and grab hold. He wanted to feel it throbbing as his own hand was just a blur now.

The ache inside, grew, as his body was reaching that point. His mind could only see the head of that cock, white cum was slowly oozing out of the cock head. He licked his lips, knowing how much he wanted to taste it. The room was beginning to cloud over, his legs were numb, as the blood was rushing to his own cock. He cried out, as he lifted his head up, to try and taste what wasn’t there.

His hips shot upwards, as his cock exploded between his clenched fingers. Cal felt the hot milk as it rushed past his fingers. He cried out in a whimpering moan, as his body trembled and shook to his ejaculation. His hand was soaked, as his milk poured out. His mind was reeling, as the images became blurred, and he fell back onto the bed, soaked from sweat, and from his fantasy.

He held onto his cock, feeling it quiver, as the last of his milk spilled out, soaked up by his own underwear. He could feel the wetness as he slowly rubbed his groin, smearing his own cum across his dick, and now empty balls. He sighed, as he slowly opened his eyes, to see the blue shorts still over his face. Carefully he picked them up and took one more long breathe. They still smelled so good, that he grinned as he leaned back up, off the bed.

He might be a thief, he thought, but damn it felt good to hold those shorts. Quickly he pulled his pants back up, feeling the wetness of his own underwear, as he walked over to his drawer, and placed Peter’s soiled boxer shorts, underneath the pants. He carefully folded them, and as he placed them in the drawer, he smiled, looking at his other collection.

The memories were there, as his fingers played over the other pairs of hidden underwear, but they kept going back to his newest addition to his collection. They were definitely going to be his favorite, he thought as he closed the drawer.

Slamming it Home

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Jordan watched the batter swing, heard the loud smack echo and saw the ball go sailing. He was on his feet, willing the ball to make it over the fence, along with all the rest near him. They cheered as it just passed over the top, and then began to whistle and clap and stomp their feet, as the batter made his easy run along the bases. They were all happy, it was the end as his homerun was the winning run.

The entire student body was cheering, the band playing as Jordan sat back down, grinning and excited. After all, he knew just how important that hit was. Sure it won the game for their college team, but it was more than that. It was the classic bet, one he wanted Chad to win even. Mind you, even if he hadn’t hit the homer, Jordan still figured he’d be a winner, given the bet he had with Chad.

Course he wouldn’t be collecting that bet until much later. For now he knew Chad would be the toast of the college. He’d be swamped and more than likely have to tour a few after game victory parties, but that was okay. It would give him time to get ready, to reap his reward, so to speak. Grinning he began to make his way from the bleachers, towards his car and ultimately his tiny one room apartment off campus.

The apartment was a luxury he could barely afford, though Chad helped out when he could. Neither of them came from well off families, but they had made do. The apartment was a perk, and after their freshmen year, a necessity for them. It was too hard to get the same dorm room, not to mention that even then it wasn’t exactly safe. While the university frowned on their students living off campus, they managed.

Jordan wasn’t a jock, and how he and Chad had hooked up was still a bit like a fantasy to him. Despite being together for almost three years now, it still amazed him that Chad wanted him, and no one else. Hell, the guy was becoming a legend at the college, with his batting heroics, and other attributes. Plus, he wasn’t a slouch when it came to academics either, narrowly missing the Dean’s List last year, but well on track to making it this year. Chad was a giant, even if he was only five foot ten. He had the looks to match his success on the baseball diamond, and in the classroom.

He had an easy manner, that just made anyone talking to him fall for his charm. That lazy grin that would cross his face, the way his teeth would gleam to match the sparkle that was always in his eyes. It made him popular, and yet he didn’t seem effected by it. He was always worrying about saying the wrong thing, or hurting someone.

They had been to lunch, and people kept coming up to him, wanting to talk, to have him autograph something, and despite his food getting cold, he didn’t refuse anyone. It was his way, one of the many traits that made Jordan care so much for him. It was frustrating, to see all the attention he got, the adoration of some of the female students, but he put up with it. After all, Chad came to him when he needed affection, and even some of the guys who might be classed as threats, seemed uninteresting to Chad. Only Jordan seemed to be his focus, though he was certain no one knew.

It was a risk, that first year. The secret meetings in their dorm rooms, even the odd trip to the motel off campus had given them a scare at times. They worried about being caught, in a compromising situation. The college would definitely not accept that behaviour, but somehow they both seemed to ignore that, though it was never far from their thoughts.

Jordan drove carefully, stopping at a small convenience store to pick up some needed supplies. Condoms being the first selection, some of that new KY Warming Lube the second. Then it was just some bottled water, and other junk food most college students lived off of. He grinned at the way the cashier had been bubbling too, about how she had heard the game on the radio, and wasn’t that Chad a dream? He almost burst out laughing, knowing just how much of a dream he really was.

Unlocking the door to the apartment, he felt a strange unease. Something wasn’t right, but he shrugged it off as he walked into the darkened room, putting the small bag of essentials on the table and tossing his keys there as well. He closed the door and before he could turn around, he felt himself being grabbed.

Startled, he felt himself being lifted off the ground and twirled around like a little kid, and just before he was about to struggle, he smelled that cologne, that aroma that always got him horny. He felt the arms, and he knew it was Chad. For a little guy, he was no weakling. Jordon outweighed him by at least 20 pounds, and was a good two inches taller, but still Chad had managed to lift him up and twirl him around.

As he was put back onto his feet, he was turned around so he could stare into those dark sparkling eyes. Chad was standing there, grinning and before he could even say hello, he felt the young man’s lips pressing on his. He could smell the alcohol on his breathe, but he didn’t care as the kiss was a hard passionate one. Jordan felt the tongue forcing open his own thin pale lips, and diving inwards.

His body began to ache as Chad’s powerful arms held him close, and crushed him into his own lithe body. Jordan could feel the muscles bulging in his chest, rippling along his stomach, and he also could feel the tell tale bulge in his crotch. It felt so hard, so aroused that he couldn’t help but giggle a little, as he let himself be kissed and kissed.

Chad lifted his chin up, and kissed him hard on the throat. His lips pressed against his throat, then moved down, kissing every part of him, as the hands moved up and down his back. They were frantic in a way Jordan hadn’t experienced before. They were eager, and insistent as they slowly moved towards the bed, kissing and touching each other. In some ways, it was like their first time, except it had been him doing the leading.

Jordan was a natural top, while Chad a great bottom. In their almost three years, Chad rarely took the lead, preferring to be taken, rather than take. He loved to suck on Jordan’s cock, and have his milked several times. He was actually a pervert, the way he would always want Jordan to suck him again, or jerk him off. Yet at the same time, he was always willing to spread his legs too, to give Jordan all of him. There was no doubt, he liked to ride Jordan’s cock, which made him always feel good.

Now though, it was Chad on the make. He was the one making the moves, and it felt odd, but exhilarating. He hadn’t ever experienced Chad this way, so forceful, so dominating. It was like a different person really as they both fell to the bed. It squeaked as they bounced a little on it, making them both laugh a little.

Then Chad looked over at Jordan, and his face changed. He got his thoughtful look, with his lips pursed, his brow furled, as he just looked at Jordan. It was a bit freaky, until that smile crossed his face. He looked like a kid in that moment, and Chad reached out, to run his hand across Jordan’s chest. It made him quiver as the hero of the day, leaned back and placed Jordan’s head on his upper chest. He could hear the heart beating, as the hand now caressed his hair, soothing him in a way he wasn’t used to.

It was odd, unlike Chad, and yet Jordan felt totally in his control. The way he had leaned back, had let Jordan rest on him, was a tender moment, that only aroused Jordan more. He felt himself falling all over again for his lover, as his hand reached out and he began to run it down the chest. He toyed with the button’s on Chad’s shirt, and then undid a few, putting his hand inside the shirt, to feel the warm skin. His fingers spread out, he began to roam under Chad’s shirt, feeling his chest rise and fall to his breathing.

Chad leaned towards Jordan, looking at him and then reaching over and kissing him on the forehead, then he began to caress Jordan’s side, and slowly move towards his chest. He unbuttoned the shirt, slowly and deliberately. Each button brought a small quiver to Jordan. He felt the excitement building as his shirt was finally undone. Then the hand moved lightly over his skin, making his nerves tingle. He felt the fingers brush over his nipples, making him whimper a bit, that Chad ignored.

Leaning closer, he brought his head down, and kissed each nipple lightly. Then he kissed the hollow of the chest, making Jordan tremble with excitement. His own hands were all over Chad, but it was Chad who directed them. He kissed Jordan’s belly, and then leaned back, to undo his own pants. Jordan watched as he popped the button, then pushed the zipper down. He saw the golden flesh above the white waist band, and the small little tuft of hair, that led to Chad’s groin. He licked his lips as he saw Chad push the shorts down his legs. He reached back with his legs, to shove the pants and shorts off, and lay there, fully exposed to Jordan, with only his socks on.

Jordan didn’t waste any time, as he kicked his shoes off, and shoved his pants down his legs. Pushing his shorts down, he followed Chad’s lead, in kicking them off, so he too was naked. His cock was harder than he had ever felt it, but looking over at Chad’s throbbing pole, he realized that Chad also was harder than he had seen him be. Licking his lips, he leaned over Chad, and ran his hand down the firm belly, to circle the wavering penis that stuck upwards, like a flag pole.

He couldn’t contain himself, as he wrapped his fingers around the hard pole, leaned over it and began to stuff it into his mouth. He tasted the pre cum that was oozing out, and he let his tongue lick and coat the hard cock. He began to suck on it, to taste it and feel it, as he fumbled for the package of Condoms near the bed. He couldn’t find them, but then felt one being slipped into his groping hand. He seized it and as his hand now took over from his mouth, he ripped open the package with his teeth, and pulled out the thin rubber covering. Jordan looked up to see Chad’s eyes sparkling, almost as if it was a display of fireworks happening. He felt his chest quake a bit, as he unrolled the condom, and then once more focused on Chad’s quivering cock. In a second he was unrolling the condom down the hot flesh, his ass tingling as he anticipated the upcoming event.

It was like discovering sex all over again, as he began to place his legs over Chad’s prone body. It was how they always did it, when Chad would agree to fuck. However, as he started to get into position, to straddle Chad, and lower himself onto the hard dick, he was stopped. Suddenly he found himself flat on his stomach, Chad kneeling behind him, between his legs. Chad’s knee was pressing his thighs, forcing his legs to spread open wider, and he obliged. He found the pillow next to him, and his hands were up by his head, as he heard Chad spit, then the feel of two fingers probing his hole, made him groan.

They penetrated him hard and quick, pushing past his hole like a hot knife through butter. The moved in deep, twisted once or twice inside, then pulled out, then repeated the penetration, again and again, until he was groaning constantly. He felt his nerves shrieking at him, wanting more, even demanding more. Jordan gave voice to those inner feelings, and got a hard slap on one butt cheek. He heard it echo, and as it rolled around the small room, he felt the bed squeak, felt Chad’s hand pressing down on the bed, next to his shoulder, and then the touch of that cock, against the small of his back, made him reach out and take hold of the sheets. His body grew tense, as he felt the hard cock, being pushed down between his cheeks, spreading them apart.

Slowly it moved down, until the head was wedged tight up against his hole. He heard the panting from above him. Sweat from Chad’s forehead dripped down onto his back, as Chad took position, and then it came.

The pain was unlike any other he had felt, as Chad’s hard cock penetrated him. His hole was split apart, as the huge cock head pushed inwards hard and fast. There was no hesitation as it slid in, then moved further inwards.

He felt it throbbing as it pushed in, hard all the way until Chad’s groin was almost threatening to split him open even wider. He felt the hairs of Chad’s pubes rubbing against the soft insides of his cheeks, as the hard pole filled and stretched him. He cried out, his hands banging the bed, his body shaking from the rolling thunder of pain inside of him. He cried out, tears rolling down his face, as the cock began to move out, but then was suddenly rammed back in, even harder than before.

Jordan couldn’t believe the sensations that were filling him. He wanted it out, but wanted it in harder. He was torn, as the hard cock began to rock in and out of his ass. He could hear the harsh sounds of Chad’s flesh slamming into his own quivering cheeks, as Chad ploughed his hole. He felt like he was being torn apart with each hard thrust, each grinding motion that made him squirm and tremble. He felt the sweat falling onto his back, like hot wet arrows. His whole body was shaking, his legs ached and his toes began to cramp up.

He was being fucked harder than he ever had been. Chad was driving his cock furiously into him. Each thrust making the bed bounce, making Jordan groan. He could hear the panting, feel the sweat turning into a rive on his back, as he tried to spread his legs more, to let more inside. He was begging him, urging Chad to drive it in, to pound him. It didn’t sound like him either, more off in a distance voice egging Chad on but inside, he knew it was his voice. It was him pleading, urging for more, as the cock was relentless. It dove in, then pulled nearly out, then dove in again, and again. Every other thrust in would end up with Chad twisting his body, making the cock twist and turn inside of him. His nerves were shot as his body shook.

Then it all seemed different. There was this quick pulling back, this momentary end to the motion, then suddenly he felt the cock being thrust hard. It was the hardest yet, it was ripping through him and threatening to pop out of his throat, as he felt Chad’s whole body suddenly collapse on top of him. He heard him cry out, heard him scream his name, as he fell on top. Inside, he felt the hard throbbing pole shake, shiver even, as it threatened to explode inside. He felt the hard stream coming out of the head, filling the condom covering it. He could actually feel the vein underneath trembling as the cock released its cum, while Chad collapsed on top, exhausted.

Jordan couldn’t believe it, as his own body shook and trembled, as the cock inside jerked from side to side, as its jizz was emptied. He felt himself suddenly relax, as the last shivering jerk inside began to subside. His friend had finished, but was too spent, to pull out. They lay there, panting for what seemed like ages, when finally Chad rolled off and lay on his back. His hands were on his chest, as Jordan managed to glance over. The glazed look in Chad’s eyes, the constricted face as he tried to regain his composure, only added to his feeling of satisfaction.

Chad turned his head, and stared at Jordan.

‘Remind me again, who won the bet?’

Jordan let his hand rest on the heaving chest, as he answered, ‘I Did’.

Foxhole Jerk Off

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Looking over at his grandson, Miles felt his pain. The boy was just 18, about to head off into the world, with the added burden of no longer having a family to fall back on. Damn, his son could be such a pig headed bastard at times. What the hell did he know about being a father, or a man for that matter? The guy had been raised too strictly by his mother, God rest her souls, which was his fault too. He let her raise the kids, while he made the money. It was what they did back then, and now it was all coming back to haunt him.

Johnny was a good kid, had always listened to his father and was even a loner. Miles knew he had issues, but had never pried until now. The whole story had come flooding out, the instant he had let his grandson in, and he sat there now, feeling like he had failed. Deep down he had known that eventually he’d have to confront his past, his secret. He just never thought it would be with his grandson. That was a bit of a shock, as he sat there, not sure what to do or say.

Johnny, as he liked to call him, was a good looking kid. He got good grades, had a chance at some good colleges this fall, but that was all up in the air now, thanks to the pigheadedness of his son Charles. He grimaced at that, recalling how he used to call him Charley, only to be chastised by his wife, and by Charles. He hated Charley, which should have tipped him off then that his son was becoming a snob.

Worse was that his wife had turned ‘Charles’ into a prude, just like she had been. Her devotion to the archaic teachings of her Church had made her a bitter woman at the end, but he couldn’t blame her. She knew his secret, and had not left him, instead she had stayed, making his life a living hell at times. Her lectures, her glares could shrivel a person, if he cared.

Looking at the dejected boy, he realized that he was really to blame. He had let her ruin Charles, had twisted his son so that he couldn’t accept differences. Hell back then, he too believed that way, despite the feelings he had. Miles had accepted his lot in life, because back then, what else could he do? She had played that one to the hilt, making him feel guilty until the day she died from Cancer.

Reflecting back, he knew that what had happened between him and her, was all because of that single moment of weakness when he was Johnny’s age. The Viet Nam war was in full force, and he had been one of those whose lottery number had come up early on. Service back then wasn’t what it was today. People went, and the idea of leaving for Canada was still not a talked about option. The war had yet to make the news nightly, and he had shipped off with his unit, his friends to save the world from Communism. Least that was the line back then, just as being who he was, was also believed to be a sickness.

Leaning back in his chair, he could see it all now, reliving those times when despite the horror of war, he was actually happy. He wasn’t some sicko either, he hated the job he was doing, but he was away from his own home. Miles was in places where the values he had beaten in to him, no longer mattered. They were different, and even those in his unit seemed different. Back in the States they were just like him, straight laced and narrow minded, out of ignorance. Over there, it changed them. Death being a constant companion helped do that.

He had met Lorne at basic. The guy was amazing, the way he seemed to just adapt to Army life. He was tall, and his feet would hang out over the edge of his bunk which always ticked their drill instructor off. The guy liked to walk close to the bunks when doing bed check, and he always, without fail, would trip over Lorne’s feet. It was a standard joke with the unit, and Lorne himself would usually start it off.

No doubt, it was his personality more than his looks which had attracted Miles. The guy was a natural, never seemed angry or upset, no matter how hard the DI would yell at him. He had a lazy type grin that would appear, each time he was being bawled out, that only infuriated the Instructors. Still, he was a quiet type, despite his popularity.

Miles found out about Lorne, one night in country, when they were together in their foxhole. You got to know people real quick in the service. It was impossible to not know, but Miles had been one of those that always had troubles getting in with others. Oh, they all treated him fine, but he was the afterthought when the rest went out on leave. He was like the little kid brother, forced upon the older boys by the mother. Least that was how he looked upon himself, until that night with Lorne.

Even now, decades later he still wasn’t clear on how it had come up. They had been in the foxhole, listening to each other breathe, smelling the sickly fragrance of the jungle. It was something you never really got used to, but it still was sort of exciting. The darkness, the smells, all made for an active imagination. Then too, being down in some earthen hole, that reeked, and the closeness, led to some interesting conversations. Still, somehow the conversation had come up about girlfriends.

That was a given, everyone talked about them. Even he had, though being 19 at the time, his experience was a lot less than some others. He blamed his upbringing for that, as his parents were strict Church goers. They were firm about dating, and wouldn’t even let him go to dances at school without one of them going too. It made for a rather barren dating life, but he didn’t know differently.

Once drafted, he learned real fast to fabricate some outlandish nonsense, just to not get razzed by the others. They didn’t question him much, once he told them his parents were big shots in the local Church. That seemed to explain away some of his gaffs, or so he had thought. Lorne however, had seen through it and it was that night, in the foxhole that it all came out.

Looking at Johnny, seeing the tears slowly starting to slow down, he realized how much he had ignored all the signs. He could have done more to help Johnny, but he hadn’t. Just like back in ‘Nam’ he had kept his secret, he kept it at home afterwards. Other than Lorne and his wife, no one knew, but they would now. He sighed, as he thought about that night, about how dark the night had been.

They had two fire fights earlier, but it had all ended for the moment. The top kick had set their lines, putting him with Lorne on one of the flanks. It was a precautionary position, just in case Charlie tried to flank them. They were also out of immediate danger, and contact with the others, which maybe helped speed up the moment. Lorne didn’t really mince his words either.

They shared a cigarette, careful to keep its glow hidden, as they talked. Somehow Lorne just said it, came right out and asked him if he ever got horny, and without even waiting for an answer, he began a long monologue about how was always horny. He talked about how he hated the Army, because it drove him nuts. How everyone walked around in the barracks, semi nude or nude. How they bragged about their conquests when most didn’t have a clue as to how to really please a partner. It was a strange one sided conversation, but it did get him interested. Hell, he had a boner while Lorne would talk about the guys. Lorne would poke fun at them, about how their asses were too flabby, or their dicks too short or thin.

Maybe that was how it started, but Miles wouldn’t swear to it. The conversation had come around to him, about how he seemed to always be covered, as if he had something to hide. Lorne pressed him, suddenly asking a lot of very personal questions. Things that people didn’t really talk about then, like how big was his cock, was he ashamed of its look, or size. Sitting there now, he realized that Lorne had known about him, long before they were assigned to that foxhole. He knew, and as the conversation had progressed, Miles came to that realization then too.

Strange how he never recalled that before. How he had known back then that somehow Lorne was putting a move on him. It was coming back to him, as he thought about how he had somehow found himself staring at Lorne’s cock. The guy had pulled it out, showing it off. He remembered how Lorne had insisted he touch it, to make sure it was real. Like they didn’t have fake dicks then, but he had. He could remember the strange sensations that raced up and down his body, as his fingers trembled while they had reached out and touched Lorne’s dangling cock.

Even now, he could remember how it felt, that first touch of another man’s penis. Back then, no older really than Johnny was today, he had been a virgin, in all forms of sex. Lorne had sensed that too, which explained his approach. He guided Miles, encouraging him to relax, to just run his finger along the flesh that was a brilliant white in the night’s darkness. He could see it as he closed his eyes for a moment.

It was soft at first, but he could feel it growing, as his fingers lightly touched the hot skin. The tips of his fingers brushed lightly over the pole, that seemed to come alive to his touch. It was an amazing feeling really. To know that his touch was making that organ grow, feel excited by him. It made him feel a bit dizzy too, as he felt his own body reacting to the touching.

Lorne didn’t seem to mind, in fact his breathing was a becoming a little ragged, as Miles ran his fingers along the shaft, reaching the top, where he felt the head throbbing. His hand had jerked back at that strange feeling, but quickly he put it back, feeling the soft hot flesh under his fingers. He felt the liquid that was beginning to ooze out from the center of the cock, and he had looked at Lorne then. There was no mistaking that look, it reflected the emotions he had always tried to suppress in himself.

The face had a strange smile, the eyes a glazed happy look to them. Then Lorne put his hand on Mile’s and pulled it closer, until it was buried under the open pants. His hand was pressed flat against the man’s pubic hairs, and he felt it, the way the muscles were quivering. Lorne was feeling what he was, and his hand began to move on its own. His fingers wrapped around the cock, as he hear a soft moan escape Lorne’s mouth. He looked up to see him smiling, and turned back to stare at his hand, buried under the dungarees, the white pole sticking up out of them.

He moved his hand slowly, upwards and out and he felt Lorne move his legs further apart, exposing more of himself to Mile’s reach. They didn’t say a word to each other, as he began to slowly stroke Lorne’s rather large cock. He felt each vein as his hand moved up the pole, then as it moved over the head, he felt the liquid being rubbed down the pole. His heart was beating wildly as he slowly twisted his hand around and pushed it downwards.

It took him a few minutes to realize that Lorne really wanted him to do it, to take it all the way. He had never done it before, to another guy, but he was, and in the middle of South East Asia no less. It was a realization that made him stop for a moment, to look into Lorne’s face. Their eyes met, and he knew by the look, that Lorne was just like him, that they shared the same ‘illness’. It made it easier, as he began to tighten his grip on the throbbing cock. His hand began to move faster and faster as Lorne moaned softly. He tried to keep silent, but the soft sounds were clear to Miles. The beating of his heart made it seem like the heavens were open, as it thundered in his ears, but he kept his hand moving, faster and faster.

It was a bit anti climatic when he felt the cock seemingly jerk in his grip, then sort of pull back, then rush forward. The sudden sensation of liquid pouring onto his hand made him hesitate a second or two. For that one second, he thought maybe Lorne had began to pee, but then his own experience took over. Just like when he played with himself, he realized Lorne was cumming.

The hot sticky liquid rolled through his fingers, and over the top of his hand, as Lorne grunted a bit. The body had arched upwards, and the sound of his carbine being rustled only added to the thrill of the moment. He found himself thinking about more than just how his hand was tightly holding another cock, but wondering too if Lorne’s jizz tasted like his own. He had tasted it a few times, out of curiousity, and the desire to taste another was nagging at him, as he felt the cock finish jerking.

Lorne had merely looked at him, and smiled. It was strange, but he felt strangely satisfied, and yet he ached in a way that he wasn’t used to. He leaned back against the dirt, across from Lorne, breathing a bit ragged himself. It was a strange exhilaration that had taken hold of him, as he let his hands rest on the dirt, his legs opened and spread apart. It was that, which spurred Lorne on, as Miles recalled.

The dungarees were done up, the white gleaming cock put back inside, but now Lorne leaned forward, his hands on Mile’s crotch. He felt the press of the hands and just stared. He didn’t move, as he felt the fingers tugging at his pants, undoing them, and reaching inside. He moaned himself now, as Lorne’s fingers took hold of his cock, and pulled it out from beneath the shorts. He just looked, as he tried to make sense of the emotions that were running wild inside. His heart continued to pound, his mind continued to feel confused, as he felt the fingers tighten around the base of his own cock.

No one had ever touched him like that. It made him stiffen a little, his legs shooting outwards more, as Lorne’s hand began to stroke Mile’s cock. It pulled on it, and he felt his body growing harder. His legs were numb, his eyes seemed to be going from closed to open with less frequency, as Lorne’s hand began to move up and down on his cock. He felt the strange grip, the way it held him tight, but not too tight. The feeling of his flesh being stretched, by not just the hand, but by his own body. His cock was aching, the pain in his balls growing as he felt his head bang up against the dirt of the foxhole. His hands were digging into the dirt, then he reached out, to touch Lorne’s head that was above his crotch. His hands found the growing hair, no longer recruit cut.

He moaned, as he held onto the man, as his body began to buck, to quiver. His hips shot upwards, driving his cock up and he felt himself surrendering to it all, just as it felt when he did it back home or alone. Yet it was different, it was much more intense, and thinking about it, it was nearly perfect. The emotion inside were released, he felt suddenly alive, as his body gave its milk up.

His moans were getting louder, as his body continued to spew its milk. Lorne’s hand up against his mouth made him aware of just where he was. He leaned back, biting his lips as his body shook, and came. He leaned there, looking at the wide grin of pleasure that was across Lorne’s face. He looked so hot, with his helmet askew, his eyes blazing, and his perfect white teeth gleaming.

It was the first time Miles had any experience with another man, but not the last either. During their time In Country, they found many opportunities to do things, to please each other. It never was more than a hand job, but that too changed once they got back to base camp. Lorne taught him a lot about sex, about friendship then. He was Mile’s first, in all aspects, and as he sat there, looking at his grandson, he realized how much he owed Lorne.

‘Johnny, I think it is time your grandpa told you the truth, about life, about a lot of things your father doesn’t even know, but which you should. I think it is time you knew the truth about me, and about how proud I am of you, for doing what I never had the nerve to do. To be proud of who you are.’

This one is for you Lorne, he thought as he leaned forward, to take his grandson’s hand in his, to look into his dark eyes, and to smile. It was time, to live the life he had always wanted, as he began to tell his grandson his secret. As he spoke, he felt suddenly like he had felt when he first touched Lorne, he felt alive.