Army Briefs

Basic training is a hectic physical and mental workout. After two months we got our first overnight pass. Travis and I decided we'd get a room together near the strip club we'd been told about.

The motel had adult movies. Travis asked if I minded. I told him I insisted. After getting our fill of the live naked girls sitting on our laps at the bar and taking our money, we went back to the room frustrated and broke. We stripped to our white cotton briefs, clean except for the stains that now marked our futile evening in paradise, and we broke out the beer we were smart enough to buy and put on ice before we went to woo the girls. We sat staring at the fuck flicks on the tube. My mouth went dry, my dick got hard, and I don't remember ever being that horny.

Travis leaned forward in the only chair, placing his elbows on his knees with his face four inches from the screen. I could see him breathing hard as his well-cut chest pumped big gulps of fresh air as his mind wandered. Each time I got a beer he'd ask for one but he didn't get up, thus not proving he was as erect as I was. He did notice my bone pushing against the front of my briefs, making me feel every bit the pervert when he glanced at the bulge and next at my face before taking the beer and then he became romantically involved with the fuck flick once again.

After an hour and four beers, Travis leaned back in the chair. His cock had left a circular wet spot on his briefs. He was more desperate than I was, I thought, and that's before the scene with a tall Latin chick whipping some dude's ass. I saw Travis becoming much more focused on this new action. His cock twitched against the fabric each time the whip cracked and his mouth opened to help facilitate the heavy breathing he was doing.

His ragged breathing interrupted the silence as the wet spot around his cockhead was just then growing as another clear drop pushed through the fabric and rested for a second right where the tip of his dick was outlined in his briefs. He no longer made any attempt to hid his condition and he caught me staring right at his cock on several occasions when he took his eyes off the screen unexpectedly, leaving me to think this weekend together idea might not have been such a good idea from my perspective.

Travis was my closest friend in the army but we didn't know each other outside of that environment. Certainly neither of us had considered the consequences that could come from exposing ourselves to intense sexual situations with the girls rubbing themselves on our crotches before we locked ourselves up in a hotel room with booze, while watching films that further aggrivated our already desperate condition.

His reaction to the latest flick caused the material of his briefs to stretch so tight against his cock that I could see the slit dribbling fluid through the ribs in the white material that was now taking place at regular intervals.

He checked the activity of his dick for himself but seemed resistant to the idea of putting his hand over the action. I'm not sure that he wasn't afraid that he might need to do something with it if he touched it. The eight weeks in captivity without any relief was coming back to haunt him as it was already haunting me, although his responses seemed to come from the fuck flicks and mine were because of him but for the life of me I wasn't sure why I was so fascinated by his distress.

"This doesn't make you horny," Travis gasped, as his dick was in more severe distress. "That's impossible," he gasped again, as a rather large dick forced its way into the Latin girl's asshole. "No dick that big would fit up someone's ass. This is faked."

"Travis, that's living proof," I assured him. "I don't think it's done with smoke and mirrors. He's fucking her up the ass."

"You can do that!" He declared in disbelief.

He looked from me to the screen, where the intrusive dick was now giving the asshole quite a fucking, and back to his still shifting dick in his briefs. I didn't understand why he didn't take it into the bathroom if he was in that much discomfort and then I understood the desperation in his voice and on his face as he looked at me. The drops of clear liquid suddenly became industrial strength and one pulsing discharge followed another, putting a load of cum on top of the material. His chest heaved and he panted hard while watching the magical appearance of a the of cum. He gasped back a few words before focusing on me and giving me his point of view.

"You sure you're still alive over there?" He asked with disbelief in his voice. "How can you just sit there and not get all hot and bothered? You see where that guy has his dick. No one can take a dick up their ass."

His words came between his struggling effort to breathe. He finally spotted the box of Kleenex and quickly yanked out two and laid them on top of the mess he had made, not bothering to clean it up, more wanting to cover up his discharge.

This helpless look was now on his face as his chest pumped air like he'd just run a four-minute mile. He razed the Kleenex and looked down at what he had done before looking to see if I was still watching his performance.

"Sure, I am. I'm just not able to get off without some help," I said, not looking away form him. "It's no big deal, Travis. All guys get horny and all guys need to cum."

"Fuck," he said, holding his underwear away from his dick to give us both a look at the engorged wet cockhead. "That's the first time I jizzed in two months and I'm still horny."

"I'm almost ready myself," I said, swallowing hard as I looked at his pulsing cum coated dick and the now wet dark pubic hair that surrounded it.

"Fuck," he said as more cum dribbled out of his fat red cockhead. "I knew that was going to happen. That one bitch had me on the verge when she kept wiggling her naked ass on it at the bar."

He got up and got a beer, handing me one as he dropped back into the chair.

"I didn't bring extra underwear and this pair is shot. Fuck," he said, yanking them off with his free hand, letting his dick slap up against his stomach. "It wouldn't be a good night for you to be sleep on your stomach, Cliff. It ain't even gone soft yet. I don't think it will. Fuck."

He held up his dick to examine it, glancing to see if I was still watching the show. I noticed a drop of cum stayed glued to the tip. He used his forefinger and thumb to open the slit wide. I looked at the single bed we'd gotten because he said it would save us seventeen bucks. I looked at him and the way he was watching me put two and two together and I wasn't going to sleep on my stomach, even if he had gotten off. His dick still looked like a lethal weapon to me.

Even with him in the chair still watching one fuck flick after another, I needed some sleep. I would have gone into the bathroom and jerked off but there was no doubt he'd hear me and figure out what I was doing, and even though he'd cum in front of me, I wasn't comfortable with the idea of cumming in front of him. We still had four weeks of basic to get past and risking a misunderstanding of any kind wasn't a good idea.

How long I had slept, I don't know, but all the lights were out when I woke up. My dick was pulsing and my heart was racing as a warm and wonderful sensation ran through me. It took me a minute to remember where I was and another minute to figure out that Travis was sucking me off. I'd have complained if he hadn't gotten me so incredibly hot. I was sure he would stay with it until the end, but that too was wrong.

As I tried to breathe in regular breaths it was next to impossible. Once he'd come off my dick, he kneeled in the bed beside me, removed the towel he had used in place of his briefs, and he straddled my dick, easing it up his ass. With the stiffness of my dick and my motionless posture, he must have figured out the obvious.

"I want to see if it'll fit, Okay?" He said.

"Sure," I answered, not wishing to risk the opportunity to finally shoot a load.

The warm confines of his butt surrounded my dick, washed over my loins, and then spread up to my face in a hot flash before taking over my entire body without warning. The natural sequence of events told me that I needed to set the pace if I wanted to get the most out of it. Without any discussion I shifted him off top of me, turning with him as we twisted in the bed, until I was in a position to give him the solid fucking he obviously was looking for, and so I did, without considering anything but my lust for his asshole. We were both sweating and moaning as I drove my erection in and out of his ass.

It didn't take long for me to get whole hearted into the activity. It seemed so natural and I could hear him moaning, or was it me? It didn't matter in the end. We were both obligated to finish what we started and there was no way he was getting away from me. I had wrapped my arms around him in such a way that held him steady as I screwed him.

I couldn't be sure how fast it was but much faster than I calculated or would have liked and I was filling him full of cum, while still pounding his ass as hard as I could possibly pound it, feeling his taunt muscular body in my arms as I punished him for getting me up his ass without even asking if it was cool by me.

I'd worry about the fallout after I was done but he was getting what he deserved in my mind and he didn't seem to mind, or at least he never said so to me.

We checked out just before noon and I waited ouside for him to come out of the office with our five buck deposit and fare back to the base.

"I made a reservation for next weekend," he said, as he walked past me on his way to the bus stop.

"Kewl," I said, watching his ass as he walked in front of me.

Hell, what else was there to do on the weekend in an army town?

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written by rumbustiousboy