Chapter One:
The cotton fabric of the briefs seemed to conform to a rather noticeable bulge, hardly leaving someone an imagination of its size, it was big. It looks heavy. Thick with just the slightest assumed scruff of hair covering the base.
He didn’t move when I called out to him.
“…hey, you're going to get into trouble. You need to get up.”
He didn’t move. I looked at his face and besides the hard pounding in my chest, I could not hear his breathing as though he were asleep. He must be playing. That or he is knocked out. He didn’t give off as though he was playing. If he can see me then he knows I have looking down at his crotch. My mind can’t pull itself from looking at him. I feel my blood drain and start to pool into my cock. Most say it’s a formidable cock I have, and none ever call it small. Worst I ever got was being called a grower, and even then, that was enough to bruise my already low esteem of cock size.
I shake him lightly; his body ever so slightly moves. He still says nothing or even wakes. At this point, you assume he is dead right? Wrong he is most definitely alive. His farmers ran and pink nipples, almost translucent and showing a flow of blood. He looks built, not muscular but not fat…hearty but in sex grab me pin me down force your game of pretending to not grind your cock on my face.
I can only conclude that this bitch must be playing. No way me trying to wake him is he not awake. My cock is hard and so I reach down and adjust myself, sure to be at eye level with him.
Oh, how I want to move my face inches from his bulge. Oh, the smell alone would set me off. I want to taste his cock from the scent alone. The smell is pungent enough that even at that distance I am from him I can smell it. It’s strong, to any other person who has not had years of lusting for such a prize that is before me to even hone and appreciate. The musk scent of penis and balls, even though one could have showered can be overpowering. My sense is hyper-aware, acutely aware of the received lingering scent. I feel sexual lust, a need that if I am not careful will overpower my mind and if not careful cause me to molest his body. Like the old saying think with your head up here and not the one downstairs. I hold it together, barely, and knock my mind back to the present. Still, he lies there. It looks more than a mouth full. But I can’t do it. Any moment now someone will come in, they all do this is a barracks room after all, and the Army at this time is moments away from starting formation. Noise could be heard through the door of the room. People are scrambling, feet swiftly making landfall as people rush down the stairs and through the halls.
I look down at my wristwatch and see I am going to late formation and must leave now. I look back at him and with a louder voice try to get his ass up. He stirs but not waking him I go to reach for his leg, but really to brush up against his massive bulge. As I get close a roommate of his walks in and I withdraw my hand back, sigh then leave. They look at me and I shake my head in disappointment saying “I’ve tried to get him up but no luck” hoping they don’t suspect me of my thoughts and intentions.
I ran and got into formation just in time and watched as he and his roommate ran out as formation was called. He is wide awake, as though he had not been passed out. My mind races and all I can think is that I want his cock and just fucking lucky he is to make it without the Sargent noticing his sly moves to sneak inline into the formation, which lucky is not mine. He can be seen and of course, he is in perfect sight to see me. He turns his head, scans the crowd lands in my direction and stops, and gives a half-smile. My legs went weak, and I buckled a bit but I saved myself and was able to keep from falling. My mind went straight to one thought…” I don’t think he was awake; I KNOW that he was.”. My heart pounded and I feared that he would have known. I was so caught up in all this that the platoon leader yelled for me to call out for roll call.
“Hooah!” I screamed out and all was right for the moment.
Later in the evening-
The night was hot as balls, or to simply put 80 degrees. No respite from the brutal heat of the day and everything about sticking to your body from the sweat. A shower sounds nice, but at this time, and given the three-day weekend everyone is starting to make their way to the showers crowded. The day had been long, and since a long weekend was our heels made it longer. The joys of being on the town in civies, which is code for regular clothes was something you cherish and don’t take for granted. I was not much to plan to leave the city, and although I could it was more hassle than what it was worth. My parents lived 8 hours away and the thought of wasting a lot of time in the commute there and back does not appeal to me. Deciding to wait till a more opportune time when the showers are not as busy and since I don’t have to pop smoke and get anywhere far. I stripped down to just my underwear and laid back to relax. Well to relax and think of all that I want to do out in town.
Thankfully and by pure utter fucking luck my room was not like the majority in my hall. It was a very rectangular room with two separate adult twin beds. My bed was closest to the door and my roommate was other end of the room out of sight. Most of the other rooms were much bigger and carried a box shape to them and would have six beds, arranged in bunkbed style so they made three rows mostly with lockers at the head or feet of the bunks. Sometimes some of the soldiers would break the bunks down and arrange them so no one was above or below them. My room was mostly empty most of the time since my roommate had been away or just never around so I had the freedom and room all to myself, I LOVED IT!
I slid my hand down under the elastic waistband and felt and cupped my velvet balls. They were warm and felt huge. Moving up to my dick, soft and warm feeling I grasped the base and yank a little. I suffer from afar to common, ego-busting, social anxiety issue by being you fucking guessed it. A grower. I don’t look like much, till you get me going and I am a proud slightest curve up seven thick inches, and for my sexy counterparts across the pound I am sorry, but you will have to do the math in your unit of measure because I am lazy. Oh, and I am circumcised, what joy was bestowed on me. This tidbit of information is a contentious moment as I was not given the option to decide and remain intact. Maybe this is what grows my deep love for the uncut ones out there. Oh well, nothing I can do now will give me back my thousands of pleasure-inducing receptors that were so chopped off like some icky thing that must be removed. We Americans are some of the worst sick fucks on this earth, and yet we claim to be more moral. BULLSHIT!
I grab hold of the base and give it a few strokes. It grows and I begin to think about how close I was to getting to touch that cock. I imagine the design and girth and even the feel of him in my hands. My cock grows more, and I softly stroke it. I want in this moment that bulge pressed up to my face, to inhale the deep musky smell of that man.
Not long as I am deep in this fantasy my cock starts dripping precum. I play with it and swirl it around my cock head, squeezing more drops onto my fingers. I bring my fingers to my mouth and taste my sweetness. I've always had a desire, no more like a need to taste every drop of precum that I or another cock had to offer. It enhances the mood giving way to a deeper lust and in turn causes me to precum more. In full jacking-off mode, I dive deep into my fantasy and imagine him choking on my dick or me on his. My hand bounced in rhythmic motion from the head down to the base of my cock. I imagine his head bobbing up and down giving into the carnal act till I blow all over my hand and dick. My dick slick from cum I reach for my undershirt and clean and wipe my dick. I can smell my balls mix with sweat and cum and it makes my dick twitch. I so want to have his dick, and I so at that moment need to figure out how.
After cleaning up, I find my towel and soap. Maybe It won't be as busy now, and I can get in and out with not much of an issue. I never really liked showering with a million eyes able to pass judgment. Even though I can be perceived as not caring or being self-conscious that’s far from the truth. I am worried about being enough, in terms of the size of my dick, attractiveness and even being found out as gay in this macho manly army. Most I assume struggle just like me, so I work on overcoming my fear and perceived inferior moments. Being in the army does have its gay moments and many porn movies today give a very sexualized scene of two military gay persons hiding away to make deep intense sexual acts. Though the idea of some hot steam shower scene turns me on, it just doesn't remotely come off as sexual when in showers. Just does not feel right nor is it sexy, and god forbid if I were to catch sight and think sexual thoughts and gain in that moment a hard-on that even other stray eyes catch sight of and cause questions to be asked. I rather not, and so I make showers the moment of quickness. Get in and get the hell out as fast as you can.
I walked in and began to look for a clear open stall to shower. Rather than bore you with the cleaning routine I will simply say that it was quick, thorough, and refreshing. I was clean, so getting dried off and even got fresh undies on because no one wants to see ol Johnson flopping around when heading back to the room. Again, not like he is a shower but a grower. It does not flop it more and less just pokes out about I figure 2 inches and looks small as shit. No real complaints with size from previous lovers as much as I never sexually had it in a flaccid state during sexy times.
As I walked out of the showers into the connected bathroom with my shower slides on and a towel thrown over my shoulder I saw him. Walking up coming toward the stalls of the showers. As he gets closer pulling his towel off his waist and proceeds to flaunt his nude body not seeming to care that he can be seen. I watch as his towel slides away from view exposing his dick. My god his cock! It’s massive and uncut. I swear that it if double in size would touch his kneecaps. And if that was not all it looked very thick. Did I say uncut, yeah, I did. It was beautiful! I freaked a bit and put my head to the ground and made a quick beeline for my room. But just before this, I think I noticed a smirk and his eyes zeroed in on me. Lord knows what he was thinking at that moment. I can kick myself for not at least having better composure to myself because you know his ass caught me looking at it. Look in my defense you would have done the same if you were in my shoes so don’t judge me.
I dash to my room and again feel thankful that I am practically across the hall from the bathroom and showers. My heart is racing, and the memory of that cock floods me. I am breathing heavily from the adrenaline thanks to the flight or fight response and shaking trying to get dressed and reach for my stash of alcohol. Taking a big swig and try to allow it to calm me down. If it helps, I don’t feel it and lay on my bed giving time for it to hit. I would love a hit of blunt right now to calm me further. There came a knock on the door:
“Yeah! What’s up?” I blurt out as I walk to the door.
“Hey, open the door…hurry!”
I open the door and he is standing a towel covering him. I open the door wider as a gesture of coming on in and he does. He has a big smile on his face, and I assume mine looks like I am taking a huge fucking shit. That or one of pensive fear.
“What’s up…you need something?” I ask.
His smile changes, not as big and toothy but one that is more relaxed and quizzical.
“So…um, I saw you staring at my junk not only in the shower but this morning as well. You… gay bro?”
I was at a loss for words. My fears and my brain froze. I could’ve sworn at this moment that my body was shaking. My hand was shaking, and he could see that. So, I could not answer him, and my thoughts went straight to being kicked out of the Army and branded as a faggot. I took a couple of deep silent breaths and began to arrange my thoughts. As I did this, he allowed his towel to loosen up and fall to the ground, turned, locked the door to my room, and faced me with a full view of him. It was at this moment that I smelled the dial soap that he used, its fragrance filling the air in his occupied space where he once was standing and now where he stands. The air became electric and my hairs on my back stood up.