Soldier Boy

In my late teens, the summer before I went to university, my parents took me away for the best part of a week to visit old friends of theirs. It was a visit we made from time to time. Tom and Julie lived in a town about three hours' drive away. It was a town in which there was an army garrison, a place that fascinated me. An army career was one of the options I was considering once I had completed my degree.

We arrived at lunchtime. After eating, I left the old friends to their reminiscences and went exploring. For a teenager, I was quite the innocent, as in those days to most people living outside of London, "gay" still meant happy. Although the law had changed in the 1960s, the social taboo attached to men with men was very strong. I was aware how attractive I found guys and also that the more masculine and even rough they appeared, the sexier I found them. But I was afraid to think too much about what this might mean.

I was sitting on a wall beside the army camp overlooking the river watching out for cute soldiers to admire when a guy of about twenty-five sat down beside me and said hello. He was in uniform, the jacket of which was stretched tight across a broad chest. He was dark haired with big brown eyes, had a tight crew cut and deeply tanned skin. There was a scar along the side of his face, which in no way effected his good looks but made him appear sort of dangerous and made me feel horny.

"Never seen you around before, are you local?" he asked.

I explained that I was from out of town visiting friends for a few days. He asked me my age and I added a year telling him I was eighteen. He told me I was a fine lad for my age and asked me about school and friends and girl friends. When I told him I had no steady girl friend he said,

"Just as well, we lads can get on better without them".

I laughed quite inanely as I gazed at his beautiful eyes babbling something about none of us being around at all if men and women didn't get together. He wasn't going to give up. At first I thought perhaps he didn't like women very much but when he went on to say with a grin that apart from making babies men could do most other things together, I began to understand. Winking at me he said, "you know what I mean". I looked at his hands they were beautifully veined and long and one had moved to his crotch and begun to move up and down on a big bulge in his uniform pants. Yes, innocent or not, I knew precisely what he meant. I wasn't as frightened as I thought I should be, but I began to make excuses and started to leave. He barked at me to stay where I was. There was no arguing with his tone -- and I stayed willingly.

We talked a little longer there on the wall. We established a mutual interest in contact sports, especially wrestling. He spoke of some of his experiences on the mat with soldiers in his regiment. He was never overly explicit in what he said but he was getting me so riled up that I couldn't sit still and my cock was tightly trapped in my underpants. Finally,

"Come on boy", he said. "I know you'd like to touch me down there.

He looked me straight in the eye.

"I've seen you look at my package and I sure want to hold yours and show you how men can have fun without women".

I was speechless but very excited and my jeans were showing that very clearly. He smiled a knowing smile, told me to give five minutes for him to move out of sight of the barrack gates and then to follow him. He described where he would be waiting.

I got to the spot as we had arranged. It was the corner of a short street of small four-roomed houses.

"This is where I live" he said. "There was just me and my dad, but he died last year, so now it's just me".

Inside, the house was really neat and tidy. We went through a sitting room and then up the stairs into a kind of den with a bed. There were trophies everywhere, for sports of all kinds, and not just wrestling. Trevor, that was his name, had won all of them. He was quite an accomplished sportsman. Once we were in the room and facing each other, he quickly removed his jacket, boots and trousers. He looked incredible standing there in his tee shirt and jockeys.

He stretched the material of both to the limit. He was a magnificent specimen of manhood. I felt my mouth hanging wide open as I drank him in. He was smiling and asked me if I was going to strip down so that we could go a round or two. I quickly got out of my shirt, jeans and runners and stood there in jockeys and socks. I had a good body too but nothing like him. Nevertheless he said,

"You're one cute kid".

With that he grabbed me and we wrestled each other to the floor.

In a second he was on top of me and his cock was rock hard against my thigh. He looked into my eyes smiling, grabbed my head and kissed me roughly. For the first time a man had his mouth on mine and forced a strong and probing tongue into my mouth. He put his left hand on my ass and pulled me tightly into him. I was in heaven. We stayed like that for ages rolling around on the floor, first Trevor on top then me on top and so on until we both pulled apart falling onto our backs.

"Jesus, little guy, you sure can kiss", he said.

Both sets of underwear were stained with precum, really wet. We both noticed and laughed although I wasn't quite sure what I was laughing at. With nothing said we got out of the remainder of our clothes and moved to the bed. I sat on the end and as he approached me I opened my mouth automatically and took his beautiful 8" uncut, veined cock into my mouth. It was pure instinct. It went down as far as I could take it and out again.

He held my head but didn't force me. Looking upwards I saw his flat tanned stomach and powerful chest right above me. I could see those large brown nipples up there that I also wanted to suck and lick. I wanted every bit of him I wanted to be part of him and him of me. I wanted him to truly take me completely. I didn't really know what that might mean. I just knew that I felt it. I stopped what I was doing, pulled away to take a breath and said very shakily,

"My God, Trevor, I feel like I want you to completely take me over -- to possess me".

He looked at me seriously and said,

"All in good time boy, all in good time".

With that, he lifted me up and threw me onto the bed kissing me hard again. He then began to trace his tongue down to my hard nipples. He nipped me there a few times making me gasp as he moved down to my navel tonguing it until it tickled. He ran his tongue up along my 7" cock into the slit at the tip and then covering the top with his lips, he took the whole thing down into his throat. He literally swallowed it whole, right down.

I remember rolling my head uncontrollably from side to side on the pillow as I started to gasp and whimper. I swear I could feel his tonsils massaging the top of my prick. I came immediately; pumping shot after shot of hot cum into his esophagus. He swallowed it all back and then eased up along my body to kiss me. It was a gentle kiss and it tasted beautiful, the taste of his saliva and my cum mixed.

As Trevor ran his hands through my hair and along my throat and neck I began to notice a change in his demeanor. His scar became more noticeable and a hard look came into his eyes, not cruel but hard.

"You wanted to be possessed boy", he said, "well that's what's going to happen. I'm going to fuck you".

I didn't fully understand what he was going to do. I didn't really know how men fucked although I had a fair idea from dirty jokes in school and remarks in the locker room. All I could say was,

"I don't care what you do to me, I want you so badly. But please don't hurt me".

"It may hurt a bit at first" he said, "but I will give you pleasure, of that you can be certain".

It was before AIDS so condoms didn't feature then. Trevor smeared his fingers with Vaseline and inserted one of them into my ass with no warning. It hurt for a second, but then it felt good, very good. Over the next few minutes he inserted two more fingers and I could feel my hole being stretched. I asked him to take it easy but he just kept on going looking into my eyes with that hard look. Then he stopped. He knelt over me and I looked up at this Adonis, this magnificent man and shouted at him,

"For Christ's sake fuck me, and fuck me hard"

It was as if the floodgates opened. He jumped on me, put my legs on his shoulders and positioned himself to enter me. In one hard merciless push he was in me up to his balls. The pain was excruciating and I screamed. He covered my mouth with his and he kissed me until I went silent. Then everything began to feel different. It began to feel good. I began to beg him to fuck me harder. He told me he would love to fuck me forever, as my virgin ass was so tight. He told me to beg for his dick and I did. I pleaded with him to keep fucking me. I didn't want him to stop. I was drunk with his sheer magnificence. Then I began to feel my balls tighten. He fucked harder telling me he was in so far he was going to dump his load up into my stomach. Then he lunged and held, his face went red and distorted, his mouth opened wide and a strangled voice uttered,

"arrgh fuck, fuck - I'm cumming arrgh"

At exactly the same time the sensation, which had started in my balls, rose through my cock and without touching myself or being touched, I came for the second time rising off the bed to meet his rigid body and shouting something equally mindless. We held on in that rigid pose for a long time. Our cumming seemed to go on forever. We locked into a hard kiss as our screams became stilled and then we relaxed into a light sleep with Trevor still inside his boy. Later we had a bath together holding each other a great deal and I got back to Tom and Julie's in plenty of time for dinner.

I told the folks that I'd met some kids up town and we'd gone fishing at the river and later on went over to hang out at the council tennis courts. They were happy believing that I'd met up with kids my own age. The adults could play catch up for the next few days content in the knowledge that I had places to go and friends to be with. I wasn't going to make them any the wiser as Trevor and I planned to meet each of the following four days if that was possible. As things turned out, it was and we did.

We never saw each other again after those few days. But he had a profound effect on my life. I can honestly say that throughout the many years that have followed, and remembering the many men who have given me pleasure, I have never experienced a more beautiful man than the one who took my virginity and introduced me to the pleasures of man sex.

I never did join the army, although I've kept an active interest in soldiers and guys in uniform. No, I became a doctor, a more gentle career, one that is in some ways the very opposite to a military one. My practice however is in a town, which has a very large military base.

Now, that I wouldn't change for anything.

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written by siegfriedwag