A semi autobiographic

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Part 1
Just turned 18
My name is Joe. I am a baby boomer, born in the late 40’s, grew up in the 50’s & 60’s. That was a VERY different time from now. This is the story of my life, and my fantasies. The people are real, although the names are changed. My stories are longer than most, since I like to set the scene and flesh out the characters. I believe it gives a more complete picture to the reader.
I am the oldest of 3 boys in blue collar, Irish Catholic family from a large eastern U S city. All of my primary & secondary education was in Catholic schools, which should give some perspective to the reader.
Andrew
I had a cousin Andrew who was about 5 years older than me. One summer, when I was just 18, (after I graduated from high school), I spent 3 weeks with his family. They were much better off than mine. Their house was in the country and they had a pool. My cousin Andrew was a very good looking guy. (He actually had a strong resemblance to Paul Newman.) He was about 6 foot tall and his physique was great. Andrew had been a good athlete in high school, and he was still a weightlifter. When I was younger, I often asked him to let me watch him work out in the garage. I told him I wanted to get big like him, and I wanted to learn how to lift. (I actually just wanted to see his muscles get pumped.) He was OK with that (I know he liked to show off his muscles, and he let me feel his bicep once). He was my hero and I always had a crush on him. I was not a very good swimmer, since I never really had the opportunity to learn. Andrew took it upon himself to teach me, (and he also used to tease me a lot and ‘rough house’). I slept in Andrew’s room for the weeks I was there, and that was a thrill for me (there were bunk beds).
I was alone in the house during the day, since everyone was working. (My aunt had asked me there, to do some work around the grounds, for which she paid me.) Andrew was working with a landscaper for the summer, before he went on active duty in the navy in September. He was usually home from work by 2pm, before his parents and sister. One day he came home really dragging. It had been pretty hot. I was watching TV. The first thing he did was take a shower, since he was covered with dirt. He called to me from his bedroom after he got out of the shower. He asked me if I would rub his shoulders because they were very sore. “I did a lot of lifting to day” he told me. “Sure, I don’t mind”, I said (I liked the idea). He was still wrapped in a towel, and he sat on the bed. “You sit on the bed behind me and just put your hands on my shoulders and squeeze tight” he told me. (He had a very broad back!) I did as Andrew asked, but he said it wasn’t right. “Let me show you how to do it” he said. “Take off your shirt and sit with your back to me”, which I did. He put his strong hands on my shoulders and squeezed them, and started to massage them a bit. “That’s how I want you to do it for me” he said. It felt really good having him touch me like that. Then he moved his hands to my neck and massaged there too. (For some reason I liked that). As I massaged him, he told me I was doing a great job. (My cock was getting hard, but I don’t think he knew.) After about 10 minutes he said it was enough. Then he stood up and removed the towel. I had never seen him naked before. He was everything I had imagined. He didn’t say anything to me about being in the room while he dressed, so I stayed. I was hoping this would be a daily thing. “Thanks Joe, that helped me a lot. You did a great job. Maybe we can do this again, when I need it, if you wouldn’t mind. You seemed to enjoy it too. I could tell!” (Could he tell how much I liked him?) “I’ll give you a little massage too, so we’ll be even.” So whenever Andrew came home early, this became our routine. After the first couple of times, he didn’t even bother to wear a towel. I had trouble hiding my boner (but I think he knew.) He was good to his promise and he massaged my shoulders too (which I really loved.) After I got good at doing the massages, he asked me to massage his back as well as his shoulders. I did that gladly, and I massaged his back, down as far as I dared to go. Andrew never did more than my shoulders and neck, but I was fine with that.

More to come.

 

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Part 1
Just turned 18
My name is Joe. I am a baby boomer, born in the late 40’s, grew up in the 50’s & 60’s. That was a VERY different time from now. This is the story of my life, and my fantasies. The people are real, although the names are changed. My stories are longer than most, since I like to set the scene and flesh out the characters. I believe it gives a more complete picture to the reader.
I am the oldest of 3 boys in blue collar, Irish Catholic family from a large eastern U S city. All of my primary & secondary education was in Catholic schools, which should give some perspective to the reader.
Andrew
I had a cousin Andrew who was about 5 years older than me. One summer, when I was just 18, (after I graduated from high school), I spent 3 weeks with his family. They were much better off than mine. Their house was in the country and they had a pool. My cousin Andrew was a very good looking guy. (He actually had a strong resemblance to Paul Newman.) He was about 6 foot tall and his physique was great. Andrew had been a good athlete in high school, and he was still a weightlifter. When I was younger, I often asked him to let me watch him work out in the garage. I told him I wanted to get big like him, and I wanted to learn how to lift. (I actually just wanted to see his muscles get pumped.) He was OK with that (I know he liked to show off his muscles, and he let me feel his bicep once). He was my hero and I always had a crush on him. I was not a very good swimmer, since I never really had the opportunity to learn. Andrew took it upon himself to teach me, (and he also used to tease me a lot and ‘rough house’). I slept in Andrew’s room for the weeks I was there, and that was a thrill for me (there were bunk beds).
I was alone in the house during the day, since everyone was working. (My aunt had asked me there, to do some work around the grounds, for which she paid me.) Andrew was working with a landscaper for the summer, before he went on active duty in the navy in September. He was usually home from work by 2pm, before his parents and sister. One day he came home really dragging. It had been pretty hot. I was watching TV. The first thing he did was take a shower, since he was covered with dirt. He called to me from his bedroom after he got out of the shower. He asked me if I would rub his shoulders because they were very sore. “I did a lot of lifting to day” he told me. “Sure, I don’t mind”, I said (I liked the idea). He was still wrapped in a towel, and he sat on the bed. “You sit on the bed behind me and just put your hands on my shoulders and squeeze tight” he told me. (He had a very broad back!) I did as Andrew asked, but he said it wasn’t right. “Let me show you how to do it” he said. “Take off your shirt and sit with your back to me”, which I did. He put his strong hands on my shoulders and squeezed them, and started to massage them a bit. “That’s how I want you to do it for me” he said. It felt really good having him touch me like that. Then he moved his hands to my neck and massaged there too. (For some reason I liked that). As I massaged him, he told me I was doing a great job. (My cock was getting hard, but I don’t think he knew.) After about 10 minutes he said it was enough. Then he stood up and removed the towel. I had never seen him naked before. He was everything I had imagined. He didn’t say anything to me about being in the room while he dressed, so I stayed. I was hoping this would be a daily thing. “Thanks Joe, that helped me a lot. You did a great job. Maybe we can do this again, when I need it, if you wouldn’t mind. You seemed to enjoy it too. I could tell!” (Could he tell how much I liked him?) “I’ll give you a little massage too, so we’ll be even.” So whenever Andrew came home early, this became our routine. After the first couple of times, he didn’t even bother to wear a towel. I had trouble hiding my boner (but I think he knew.) He was good to his promise and he massaged my shoulders too (which I really loved.) After I got good at doing the massages, he asked me to massage his back as well as his shoulders. I did that gladly, and I massaged his back, down as far as I dared to go. Andrew never did more than my shoulders and neck, but I was fine with that.

More to come.

my stories will be long with good charcter development

 

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my stories will be long with good character development

Part 1
Just turned 18
My name is Joe. I am a baby boomer, born in the late 40’s, grew up in the 50’s & 60’s. That was a VERY different time from now. This is the story of my life, and my fantasies. The people are real, although the names are changed. My stories are longer than most, since I like to set the scene and flesh out the characters. I believe it gives a more complete picture to the reader.
I am the oldest of 3 boys in blue collar, Irish Catholic family from a large eastern U S city. All of my primary & secondary education was in Catholic schools, which should give some perspective to the reader.
Andrew
I had a cousin Andrew who was about 5 years older than me. One summer, when I was just 18, (after I graduated from high school), I spent 3 weeks with his family. They were much better off than mine. Their house was in the country and they had a pool. My cousin Andrew was a very good looking guy. (He actually had a strong resemblance to Paul Newman.) He was about 6 foot tall and his physique was great. Andrew had been a good athlete in high school, and he was still a weightlifter. When I was younger, I often asked him to let me watch him work out in the garage. I told him I wanted to get big like him, and I wanted to learn how to lift. (I actually just wanted to see his muscles get pumped.) He was OK with that (I know he liked to show off his muscles, and he let me feel his bicep once). He was my hero and I always had a crush on him. I was not a very good swimmer, since I never really had the opportunity to learn. Andrew took it upon himself to teach me, (and he also used to tease me a lot and ‘rough house’). I slept in Andrew’s room for the weeks I was there, and that was a thrill for me (there were bunk beds).
I was alone in the house during the day, since everyone was working. (My aunt had asked me there, to do some work around the grounds, for which she paid me.) Andrew was working with a landscaper for the summer, before he went on active duty in the navy in September. He was usually home from work by 2pm, before his parents and sister. One day he came home really dragging. It had been pretty hot. I was watching TV. The first thing he did was take a shower, since he was covered with dirt. He called to me from his bedroom after he got out of the shower. He asked me if I would rub his shoulders because they were very sore. “I did a lot of lifting to day” he told me. “Sure, I don’t mind”, I said (I liked the idea). He was still wrapped in a towel, and he sat on the bed. “You sit on the bed behind me and just put your hands on my shoulders and squeeze tight” he told me. (He had a very broad back!) I did as Andrew asked, but he said it wasn’t right. “Let me show you how to do it” he said. “Take off your shirt and sit with your back to me”, which I did. He put his strong hands on my shoulders and squeezed them, and started to massage them a bit. “That’s how I want you to do it for me” he said. It felt really good having him touch me like that. Then he moved his hands to my neck and massaged there too. (For some reason I liked that). As I massaged him, he told me I was doing a great job. (My cock was getting hard, but I don’t think he knew.) After about 10 minutes he said it was enough. Then he stood up and removed the towel. I had never seen him naked before. He was everything I had imagined. He didn’t say anything to me about being in the room while he dressed, so I stayed. I was hoping this would be a daily thing. “Thanks Joe, that helped me a lot. You did a great job. Maybe we can do this again, when I need it, if you wouldn’t mind. You seemed to enjoy it too. I could tell!” (Could he tell how much I liked him?) “I’ll give you a little massage too, so we’ll be even.” So whenever Andrew came home early, this became our routine. After the first couple of times, he didn’t even bother to wear a towel. I had trouble hiding my boner (but I think he knew.) He was good to his promise and he massaged my shoulders too (which I really loved.) After I got good at doing the massages, he asked me to massage his back as well as his shoulders. I did that gladly, and I massaged his back, down as far as I dared to go. Andrew never did more than my shoulders and neck, but I was fine with that.

More to come.

next part:

First Job

In the Fall I finally got my first real job. It was with the new technology of computers. I worked in a large company downtown as a computer operator and got on the job training.
I had lived a pretty sheltered life, and seldom interacted with anyone outside of my blue collar Catholic background. This was a whole new world for me. Most of my co-workers were young men, except for the bosses. Some were married but most were single. One of the guys who was training me was assigned as a sort of mentor. His name was Pete. Pete was a 24 year old Italian guy, who was very sexy looking. He was also an ex-Marine. He was not real tall (about 5'10) but I could tell he was built well. He took me under his wing and trained me. He also was very talkative about his sex life with 'the ladies', as he called them. Pete was very tactile. He would often come up behind be and grab my shoulders. When he did that I got a tingle every time. There was no way that Pete was gay, but he was not afraid to have physical contact with other guys. Maybe that is an Italian thing, very different from my background. I always looked forward to working with him.
Our company would often rent time on computers in New York city on weekeneds, and would send some of us there to operate them. This involved staying overnite in a hotel. Occasionally Pete & I got sent together. We had separate, adjoining rooms, but we hung out together when not working. As I said, Pete was a man of the world, especially compared to me. I was not even growing a beard yet! One weekend night we went to a bar. In NYC at that time, the legal age was 18. I was not used to drinking at all, and after a few, I was feeling pretty 'good', but not too good on my feet. Pete maneuvered me back to the hotel and took me to my room. He pretty much carried me to the bed and laid me down. Pete stayed with me for a while, sitting on the bed next to me, just to be sure that I would be ok. My inhibitions were low now and I reached out and grabbed his arm, and thanked him for helping me. It was very muscular. He didn't stop me, but he said jokingly, "hey Joe, don't get too initimate". I think he got the idea that I was 'in to' him (which I was). He told me that he had to leave now that I was safe in bed, and said to call his room if I needed him.
Later I was feeling really sick, like had never felt before. I called him and he came back to my room. He was getting ready for bed himself and he was only wearing PJ bottoms when he came in. Just as I thought, Pete was very well put together. He also had a lot of hair on his very muscular chest. Even in the state I was in I got 'excited' and my cock grew hard. He asked me what I needed and I asked him if there was anything I could take for how I was feeling, which was very bad and nauseous. Pete said he didn't have anything, but said he would stay with me to make sure I was ok. He asked if I minded if he laid down with me. How could I refuse? He did and promptly fell asleep. I just watched him sleeping. Never had I ever experienced anything like this, and it was really good.
I kept myself to myself and finally fell asleep too. The next morning, when I woke up Pete was still asleep. I noticed he had 'morning wood', and it looked impressive. Pete finally woke up and I think he noticed me looking at him. He got up, made an 'adjustment' and sat on the bed. He said "well Joe, you got a bit of a show'. Don't be embarassed. I'm not." He then went back to his own room. After he left I couldn't help myself and I jerked off in the shower. This was the first time I ever had any 'sexual' experience involving another guy. Even with Andrew I never went that far.
Pete never avoided me after that. He actually got a little more 'touchy' with me, which I really liked, but never did he hint that there could be more. He just acted like a big brother. He often said he would like to fix me up with a girl, but nothing came of that.
After nearly two years I finally got the dreaded letter from Uncle Sam. I was drafted!
The Army
The idea of being in the army scared the hell out of me. I was more afraid of being exposed as gay than even the thought of Vietnam. Living with all of those other men, seeing them naked, sleeping in the same room with them, had me really worried. As it turned out, nothing ever happened. I guess what they said about the extra ingredient in army food might have been true. There were some really fine looking young men in my company though, but I never felt any urges. Maybe I was just too exhausted and preoccupied to have any. So, I got through basic, and later AIT, without ever having been 'outed'. After a period of adjustment, I kind of got in to the groove of being a soldier. The rifle range proved to be a real eye opener. Having never even seen a fire arm in my life, I came out of basic a 'sharpshooter'! Amaizingly, I was actually pretty popular among my fellow soldiers.
My entire company got orders for Vietnam!
After a month leave with my family, I went to the base of embarkment for Vietnam. Many of my buddies from AIT were at the same place. When we landed in 'Nam, it was early Spring, but it felt like mid summer. After a few days at the first camp we all got orders for our destination posts. Thankfully, 3 of my best friends were sent to the same post as me. It was a supply company near the coast. Our barracks were actually wood frames with tent roofs, called a hootch. There were 8 men to a hootch, and my 3 buddies were not in mine., so I got to make a whole new group of friends. One of them was a guy named Dan. His bunk was next to mine. He was a reaaly nice guy, and he was extremely good looking. I think Dan was about 5'8 and solid. Not bodybuilder, but really nicely built. He had dark hair, brown eyes and a really nice smile. Dan was from Oregon.
Dan and I were assigned to work together. He was a real go getter too. He made friends all over, and he was able to get us stuff that was generally hard to acquire. One night, one of Dan's friends stopped by our tent loking for Dan. He wasn't around. This guy ran the PX and he actually had his own quarters. His name was Harvey and he was a few years older than me (I was just 20 then). He sat down on Dan's bed and talked to me a while. I had never really interacted with him before. We did some small talk about where we were from etc. After a short while he asked if I would like to get a drink. Since he ran the PX he had access to beer and whisky. I was not doing anything, so I said yes. We went to his quarters and he brought out some good whisky. I had never had hard liquor before, and I can't say I liked my first sips, but I eventually was ok with it. We continued our talk, and then Harvey brought up a question about whether I had ever had a massage! I told him no, I never had. He told me that Dan and he often gave each other massages. Well, with the booze and all, I was a little unguarded and I said sure, I would try it.
Harvey was not the greatest looking guy, but he wasn't awful looking. I think he might have been close to 6 foot (compared to my 5'5), and he was a bit pudgy, but it's not like I was going to spend my life with him. He told me he would massage me first and had my take off my top clothes and lay on my stomach. When I did he started to massage my shoulders, and it felt really good. He worked his way down my back for a few minutes and then had me turn over. Harvey then started to massage my chest and upper arms. This was feeling real good, and I started to get an erection. He asked me if I liked getting the massage and I said I sure did. "Now it is my turn", he said, and I got up. He took off his shirt and his pants, and laid on the bunk on his back. I could tell that he was packing under his briefs when he took of his pants. I followed suit as he had done with me, and he said I was doing a real good job. I went to the waist band of his briefs and went no further. My own cock was raging now, but I still had my pants on. He turned over on to his back and I could see his hard cock almost showing above the band. "Joe, why don't you strip down now and I will massage your legs", he said. This is getting interesting now, I thought. I did as he asked and laid on the bunk again, on my stomach. Harvey put his hand on the back of my thighs and gently squeezed them, going up and down. My cock was harder than it had ever been in my life! He then told me to turn over, and I did, exposing my own hard on. "Joe, you have a nice one there", he said. He then proceeded to massage the front of my legs, letting his hand come all the way to my crotch! I groaned with pleasure!
"Well Joe, I think we have a situation here", he said. "How about we take care of that". He then removed his own shorts and exposed a very large erection. He told me to get up and let him lie down. "Have you ever given a man a blow job Joe?", he asked, and I told him honestly, I never had. He went on to say it doesn't mean you're a homosexual, it is just two guys giving each other pleasure. "Do you want to try?", he asked. As I said, the whiskey loosened my inhibitions and here I was about to experience something I have been dreaming about since forever. "Sure", I told him. So I got to it and took his cock in my mouth, holding it with my left hand. I am sure it was more than 8 inches, and thick. It definitely filled my mouth. My instincts took over and I took it as far as I could. He put his hand on my head and guided me gently. I also, instictively, cradled his ball sack with my right hand and massaged them. After a few minutes, Harvey began to thrust and moan. "I'm gonna cum Joe" and he exploded in my mouth! That is something I sure did not expect. I pulled away and cum was dripping out! "Man, I am sorry Joe. I sure didn't mean to do that to you, but you were doing such a great job. You sure you never did that before?" After I recovered, I said I never had. "Well I sure owe you one now Joe". One thing I failed to mention is that while I was giving him the BJ, my own load exploaded and I was spent! This was a dream come true for me. After we cleaned up and dressed, he told me not to mention this to anyone. Of course I wouldn't, for my own sake.

 

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Love it! Hope something develops with Dan!

 

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First Job

In the Fall I finally got my first real job. It was with the new technology of computers. I worked in a large company downtown as a computer operator and got on the job training.
I had lived a pretty sheltered life, and seldom interacted with anyone outside of my blue collar Catholic background. This was a whole new world for me. Most of my co-workers were young men, except for the bosses. Some were married but most were single. One of the guys who was training me was assigned as a sort of mentor. His name was Pete. Pete was a 24 year old Italian guy, who was very sexy looking. He was also an ex-Marine. He was not real tall (about 5'10) but I could tell he was built well. He took me under his wing and trained me. He also was very talkative about his sex life with 'the ladies', as he called them. Pete was very tactile. He would often come up behind be and grab my shoulders. When he did that I got a tingle every time. There was no way that Pete was gay, but he was not afraid to have physical contact with other guys. Maybe that is an Italian thing, very different from my background. I always looked forward to working with him.
Our company would often rent time on computers in New York city on weekeneds, and would send some of us there to operate them. This involved staying overnite in a hotel. Occasionally Pete & I got sent together. We had separate, adjoining rooms, but we hung out together when not working. As I said, Pete was a man of the world, especially compared to me. I was not even growing a beard yet! One weekend night we went to a bar. In NYC at that time, the legal age was 18. I was not used to drinking at all, and after a few, I was feeling pretty 'good', but not too good on my feet. Pete maneuvered me back to the hotel and took me to my room. He pretty much carried me to the bed and laid me down. Pete stayed with me for a while, sitting on the bed next to me, just to be sure that I would be ok. My inhibitions were low now and I reached out and grabbed his arm, and thanked him for helping me. It was very muscular. He didn't stop me, but he said jokingly, "hey Joe, don't get too initimate". I think he got the idea that I was 'in to' him (which I was). He told me that he had to leave now that I was safe in bed, and said to call his room if I needed him.
Later I was feeling really sick, like had never felt before. I called him and he came back to my room. He was getting ready for bed himself and he was only wearing PJ bottoms when he came in. Just as I thought, Pete was very well put together. He also had a lot of hair on his very muscular chest. Even in the state I was in I got 'excited' and my cock grew hard. He asked me what I needed and I asked him if there was anything I could take for how I was feeling, which was very bad and nauseous. Pete said he didn't have anything, but said he would stay with me to make sure I was ok. He asked if I minded if he laid down with me. How could I refuse? He did and promptly fell asleep. I just watched him sleeping. Never had I ever experienced anything like this, and it was really good.
I kept myself to myself and finally fell asleep too. The next morning, when I woke up Pete was still asleep. I noticed he had 'morning wood', and it looked impressive. Pete finally woke up and I think he noticed me looking at him. He got up, made an 'adjustment' and sat on the bed. He said "well Joe, you got a bit of a show'. Don't be embarassed. I'm not." He then went back to his own room. After he left I couldn't help myself and I jerked off in the shower. This was the first time I ever had any 'sexual' experience involving another guy. Even with Andrew I never went that far.
Pete never avoided me after that. He actually got a little more 'touchy' with me, which I really liked, but never did he hint that there could be more. He just acted like a big brother. He often said he would like to fix me up with a girl, but nothing came of that.
After nearly two years I finally got the dreaded letter from Uncle Sam. I was drafted!

The Army
The idea of being in the army scared the hell out of me. I was more afraid of being exposed as gay than even the thought of Vietnam. Living with all of those other men, seeing them naked, sleeping in the same room with them, had me really worried. As it turned out, nothing ever happened. I guess what they said about the extra ingredient in army food might have been true. There were some really fine looking young men in my company though, but I never felt any urges. Maybe I was just too exhausted and preoccupied to have any. So, I got through basic, and later AIT, without ever having been 'outed'. After a period of adjustment, I kind of got in to the groove of being a soldier. The rifle range proved to be a real eye opener. Having never even seen a fire arm in my life, I came out of basic a 'sharpshooter'! Amaizingly, I was actually pretty popular among my fellow soldiers.
My entire company got orders for Vietnam!
After a month leave with my family, I went to the base of embarkment for Vietnam. Many of my buddies from AIT were at the same place. When we landed in 'Nam, it was early Spring, but it felt like mid summer. After a few days at the first camp we all got orders for our destination posts. Thankfully, 3 of my best friends were sent to the same post as me. It was a supply company near the coast. Our barracks were actually wood frames with tent roofs, called a hootch. There were 8 men to a hootch, and my 3 buddies were not in mine., so I got to make a whole new group of friends. One of them was a guy named Dan. His bunk was next to mine. He was a reaaly nice guy, and he was extremely good looking. I think Dan was about 5'8 and solid. Not bodybuilder, but really nicely built. He had dark hair, brown eyes and a really nice smile. Dan was from Oregon.
Dan and I were assigned to work together. He was a real go getter too. He made friends all over, and he was able to get us stuff that was generally hard to acquire. One night, one of Dan's friends stopped by our tent loking for Dan. He wasn't around. This guy ran the PX and he actually had his own quarters. His name was Harvey and he was a few years older than me (I was just 20 then). He sat down on Dan's bed and talked to me a while. I had never really interacted with him before. We did some small talk about where we were from etc. After a short while he asked if I would like to get a drink. Since he ran the PX he had access to beer and whisky. I was not doing anything, so I said yes. We went to his quarters and he brought out some good whisky. I had never had hard liquor before, and I can't say I liked my first sips, but I eventually was ok with it. We continued our talk, and then Harvey brought up a question about whether I had ever had a massage! I told him no, I never had. He told me that Dan and he often gave each other massages. Well, with the booze and all, I was a little unguarded and I said sure, I would try it.
Harvey was not the greatest looking guy, but he wasn't awful looking. I think he might have been close to 6 foot (compared to my 5'5), and he was a bit pudgy, but it's not like I was going to spend my life with him. He told me he would massage me first and had my take off my top clothes and lay on my stomach. When I did he started to massage my shoulders, and it felt really good. He worked his way down my back for a few minutes and then had me turn over. Harvey then started to massage my chest and upper arms. This was feeling real good, and I started to get an erection. He asked me if I liked getting the massage and I said I sure did. "Now it is my turn", he said, and I got up. He took off his shirt and his pants, and laid on the bunk on his back. I could tell that he was packing under his briefs when he took of his pants. I followed suit as he had done with me, and he said I was doing a real good job. I went to the waist band of his briefs and went no further. My own cock was raging now, but I still had my pants on. He turned over on to his back and I could see his hard cock almost showing above the band. "Joe, why don't you strip down now and I will massage your legs", he said. This is getting interesting now, I thought. I did as he asked and laid on the bunk again, on my stomach. Harvey put his hand on the back of my thighs and gently squeezed them, going up and down. My cock was harder than it had ever been in my life! He then told me to turn over, and I did, exposing my own hard on. "Joe, you have a nice one there", he said. He then proceeded to massage the front of my legs, letting his hand come all the way to my crotch! I groaned with pleasure!
"Well Joe, I think we have a situation here", he said. "How about we take care of that". He then removed his own shorts and exposed a very large erection. He told me to get up and let him lie down. "Have you ever given a man a blow job Joe?", he asked, and I told him honestly, I never had. He went on to say it doesn't mean you're a homosexual, it is just two guys giving each other pleasure. "Do you want to try?", he asked. As I said, the whiskey loosened my inhibitions and here I was about to experience something I have been dreaming about since forever. "Sure", I told him. So I got to it and took his cock in my mouth, holding it with my left hand. I am sure it was more than 8 inches, and thick. It definitely filled my mouth. My instincts took over and I took it as far as I could. He put his hand on my head and guided me gently. I also, instictively, cradled his ball sack with my right hand and massaged them. After a few minutes, Harvey began to thrust and moan. "I'm gonna cum Joe" and he exploded in my mouth! That is something I sure did not expect. I pulled away and cum was dripping out! "Man, I am sorry Joe. I sure didn't mean to do that to you, but you were doing such a great job. You sure you never did that before?" After I recovered, I said I never had. "Well I sure owe you one now Joe". One thing I failed to mention is that while I was giving him the BJ, my own load exploaded and I was spent! This was a dream come true for me. After we cleaned up and dressed, he told me not to mention this to anyone. Of course I wouldn't, for my own sake.

Dan

Now, back to Dan.
As I said, he and I became close friends. I did not mention the episode with Harvey to him, but I was shocked that Dan would have done what I did with him. I secretly was hoping that Dan would like to have us massage each other, but that never happened. I think Harvey was lying about it. On a day we had half a day off, Dan suggested we go in to the town to one of the bars. These places were known to have girls working there who would do a little extra for a few hundred of the local currency. We went to a place that Dan knew, but was new to me. We each ordered a local beer '33' and sat at a table. When the girl brought us our drinks she asked us if there was anything 'special' we would like. Dan said absolutely, and that his friend (me) would really like to have a special experience. Dan knew that I was a virgin and I think he was trying to break me in. I was embarassed, but how could I refuse? He would really think there was something off with me. I went to a back room and there was a very cute girl there, ready to take care of me. I was about to get my first BJ, and from a girl.
I have to say it was very pleasureable. When I came back to the table after it, Dan leaned over and asked me quietly "well Joe, what do you think?" I said it was really good. He told me to hang around while he went back to the room himself. He came back after a while. I had ordered us 2 more beers. Dan seemed very pleased, I could tell. He had that shit eating grin that I had come to (secretly) love. A short time later a guy from our company came in. His name was Gary, and he was a real red neck from Georgia. He worked in our supply room and I thought he was a real a-hole. Dan was actually pretty friendly with him, but I didn't like him. He seemed to be a bit drunk already, and he came over to our table and asked Dan why he was hanging out with me. Gary reached over and grabbed me and pulled me up from the chair. He looked like he was about to slug me, but Dan stopped him and put him in his place. They had a few words and then Gary left. A short while later we did too. I have to say that from this time on, Dan was my absolute hero. I don't know what would have happened to me if he was not there. I still wonder to this day why Gary had taken such a dislike to me. Did he suspect that I was gay. Other than the incident with Harvey, I had never shown anything to hint at it. Did Harvey out me?
After that incident Dan and I became much closer. We even went on R & R together to Thailand, and we both had our escapades with the girls there. In spite of my hetero experience, I knew that I still preferred men, and Dan was exactly the kind of man I liked. When we went to the club or anywhere, I always tried to stay as close to him as possible. I am sure that I did love him, and still do to this day.
One incident that might have outed me to him happened a few months before our time to go back to the states. Dan got really sick. Not deathly, but he had to take a few days off from work. He was really weak and tired. Since my bunk was next to his, he would ask me to fetch some things for him. One night he asked me to get him some water. We had already turned in for the night, so I was only in my scivvies. When I brought him the water he was sitting up on his bunk, also only in his briefs. I got an instant erection. I don't know why, since I had often seen him naked in the shower (and he was great looking) and never gotten hard then. I think it was the real intimacy of taking care of him. Anyway, when he reached over for the cup his hand accidentally brushed my cock and I am sure he could tell it was hard. He didn't say anything. He just took the water. I was really embarassed.
After that night Dan did become a bit distant with me and for the next 2 months we had less time together. On the day that I was leaving to go home (Dan was 2 days behind me to leave), I was saying goodbye to a lot of the friends I made, but Dan was not around. I went looking for him, and when I found him I said I wanted to say goodbye since it was not likely we would meet again. He was kind of cool, but he wished me well. It was a very bitter sweet moment.
There will be more about Dan later.

 

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Dan

Now, back to Dan.
As I said, he and I became close friends. I did not mention the episode with Harvey to him, but I was shocked that Dan would have done what I did with him. I secretly was hoping that Dan would like to have us massage each other, but that never happened. I think Harvey was lying about it. On a day we had half a day off, Dan suggested we go in to the town to one of the bars. These places were known to have girls working there who would do a little extra for a few hundred of the local currency. We went to a place that Dan knew, but was new to me. We each ordered a local beer '33' and sat at a table. When the girl brought us our drinks she asked us if there was anything 'special' we would like. Dan said absolutely, and that his friend (me) would really like to have a special experience. Dan knew that I was a virgin and I think he was trying to break me in. I was embarassed, but how could I refuse? He would really think there was something off with me. I went to a back room and there was a very cute girl there, ready to take care of me. I was about to get my first BJ, and from a girl.
I have to say it was very pleasureable. When I came back to the table after it, Dan leaned over and asked me quietly "well Joe, what do you think?" I said it was really good. He told me to hang around while he went back to the room himself. He came back after a while. I had ordered us 2 more beers. Dan seemed very pleased, I could tell. He had that shit eating grin that I had come to (secretly) love. A short time later a guy from our company came in. His name was Gary, and he was a real red neck from Georgia. He worked in our supply room and I thought he was a real a-hole. Dan was actually pretty friendly with him, but I didn't like him. He seemed to be a bit drunk already, and he came over to our table and asked Dan why he was hanging out with me. Gary reached over and grabbed me and pulled me up from the chair. He looked like he was about to slug me, but Dan stopped him and put him in his place. They had a few words and then Gary left. A short while later we did too. I have to say that from this time on, Dan was my absolute hero. I don't know what would have happened to me if he was not there. I still wonder to this day why Gary had taken such a dislike to me. Did he suspect that I was gay. Other than the incident with Harvey, I had never shown anything to hint at it. Did Harvey out me?
After that incident Dan and I became much closer. We even went on R & R together to Thailand, and we both had our escapades with the girls there. In spite of my hetero experience, I knew that I still preferred men, and Dan was exactly the kind of man I liked. When we went to the club or anywhere, I always tried to stay as close to him as possible. I am sure that I did love him, and still do to this day.
One incident that might have outed me to him happened a few months before our time to go back to the states. Dan got really sick. Not deathly, but he had to take a few days off from work. He was really weak and tired. Since my bunk was next to his, he would ask me to fetch some things for him. One night he asked me to get him some water. We had already turned in for the night, so I was only in my scivvies. When I brought him the water he was sitting up on his bunk, also only in his briefs. I got an instant erection. I don't know why, since I had often seen him naked in the shower (and he was great looking) and never gotten hard then. I think it was the real intimacy of taking care of him. Anyway, when he reached over for the cup his hand accidentally brushed my cock and I am sure he could tell it was hard. He didn't say anything. He just took the water. I was really embarassed.
After that night Dan did become a bit distant with me and for the next 2 months we had less time together. On the day that I was leaving to go home (Dan was 2 days behind me to leave), I was saying goodbye to a lot of the friends I made, but Dan was not around. I went looking for him, and when I found him I said I wanted to say goodbye since it was not likely we would meet again. He was kind of cool, but he wished me well. It was a very bitter sweet moment.
There will be more about Dan later.

Georgia
Ken the WASP (& Bob K & me)
After Vietnam I was sent to a base in Georgia. Georgia was almost as foreign to me as ‘Nam was. I arrived on base at the end of my 30 day leave. Luckily on my second day I ran into a buddy from AIT, who was also sent to this base. We were sent over to Vietnam on the same plane, but we got stationed at different places. It was good to be reunited with him. His name was Paul and he was also from the South, but not Georgia.
Paul got married while on leave. He & his new bride had a small home they rented, off base. This turned out to be a good development for me. His wife was a very pleasant girl and we got along great. She was also a good cook, and I took advantage of many invites to dine there.
My first job on the base was something I can’t write about. Not because it was secret. I just have no idea what I was supposed to be doing. I ‘worked’ in an office and pretty much had nothing to do all day except shoot the breeze. I think the office had something to do with motor vehicles on the base and it was headed by a Lt Col. The people were friendly though. One of them even invited me over for dinner once. After about 6 weeks I was told I would become the company mail clerk. I had to learn about mail handling and take a test. It turned out to be a great job. The mail clerk is one of the most popular people in an army company, and it was a very easy task. I spent the entire day in the barracks, not far from my room. Most of the day there was little to do. After a few days I struck up a friendship with another guy who also spent the day in the barracks. He was sort of the fix-it guy for small projects. His name was Bob, and he was from a very rural part of my own state. He was very friendly and we hit it off right away. I think he was about one year younger. He was very cute too, but very straight.
After a few days, when the weekend came, Bob asked if I wanted to go out for a few beers. Of course I said yes. I had a car and Bob didn’t. He had MORE than a few, I have to say. Bob was very in to beer (& hunting & girls). Since I was the driver I drank less beers. Bob talked a lot about hunting, which I had never done. He talked about his girl who had dumped him. We had other conversations about unimportant stuff too. It was just pleasant spending time with him. Nothing ‘intimate’ at all (not that I wouldn’t like that. As I said, he was VERY cute).
Our friendship developed a bit over the first 2 weeks. On the third weekend, Bob told me about a friend he had in the next company who had just returned from a 2 week leave. He was a 3 stripe sergeant named Ken who worked as an instructor in OCS. Bob asked if I would like to go to a local bar with him & Ken. I said sure. When he introduced us, I was not too crazy about Ken. The guy had, what I thought was, a superior attitude.
Ken was a Nordic looking guy from an upper middle class N Jersey family. He was dressed in ‘preppy’ clothes when we met. He wore them well. He was about 6 foot, and 180 pounds with dirty blond hair and blue eyes, and a chiseled face. (I am 5’5 and 130 lbs and I usually feel inadequate when I am around his type). He had a wiry build, as far as I could tell. He talked about his college a lot and he also seemed to brag about his background. I felt somewhat intimidated by him. Often he would talk about how tough he was on the OCS candidates, and how tough HE was himself. He was full of himself, I thought.
Ken was a little bit possessive about Bob, I thought. It felt like I had intruded on their friendship. He never really tried to exclude me from things, but I often felt unwelcome. Over time we did become less distant. Ken set up a night for the 3 of us to go to a local club to see a famous singing group. That was a good night. He told us that he used to be in his choir in his Methodist church. We used to go to the local steak place occasionally. Ken took us one Sunday to the local Methodist church for service. That made me uncomfortable, since I am Catholic. It turned out very well though, but he did make a few snide remarks about the Catholic Church. I let it slide.
One weekend Bob found out that one of his closest friends was stationed at a base about 3 hours away. He talked Ken in to a road trip and they asked me along. We left Friday afternoon and arrived about 8 pm. Bob contacted his buddy and then we all went to a local bar (of course). After a few hours it was decided that we would find a cheap motel and crash for the night there. We found a decent place about 10 miles from where we were.
There was a lot more talking and a few more beers before bed. It was decided that Bob & his buddy would share one bed and Ken & I would share the other. None of us had a change of clothes, so we just slept in our underwear. I got a good look at Bob’s physique. He was built nice, but not a big muscle guy. I would say Bob was about 5’10 and 150. Ken’s body, on the other hand was very defined. He slept only in his boxers. As I said he was about 6 ft 180. Not big muscled but very well built. He even had washboard abs and well defined pecs. I was beginning to like Ken more!
We were all pretty wasted so it was not hard falling to sleep. In the beginning Ken & I slept back to back, but in the night things changed. He turned toward me, and I woke up. He didn’t. I let him get pretty close and I felt his breath on my neck. I liked that. Ken kept getting closer to me and I didn’t move. Actually I was not sure what to do, so I did nothing. Eventually his arm came over me while he slept. I liked that too. I fell comfortably back to sleep (with a bit of a stiffy, I have to say).
In the morning, Ken was not as close to me, but he was still turned toward me. He woke up a few minutes after I did. He asked me if he had moved around a lot in the night and kept me awake. “I usually toss and turn”, he said. I told him that he did not disturb my sleep at all (LOL).
After that weekend Ken seemed to be much friendlier toward me. The three of us spent a lot of time together. One night he even came to my room when my roommate was out. We talked some more. Ken, like me, is interested in heavy topics, like politics etc. (we disagreed in a friendly way). “I had a very rough day today” he told me. He trains men for OCS, physically. “I just needed to chill and Bob is not around”, he said. “So I’m runner up?” I asked. “No, not at all. I wasn’t sure that you like me, but I figured now was a good time to get to know you, one on one, since we are never alone together” he told me. This made me feel good, since I was beginning to like him, but I was sure he was straight. (Ken never talked about girls, though.) He was VERY conservative and religious and had a rough edge too (but well refined), so I just assumed he was straight. We talked about our home life and families (which were very different). He was an only child and I was the oldest of three. I was curious about how strong he was so I challenged him to arm wrestle. I KNEW I would lose, but I wanted to have a physical contact with him. Of course I lost badly. He chuckled and said, “I think you knew you would lose”. He smiled at me, a very nice smile. He was usually pretty reserved and seemed a bit stern. There was definite chemistry though, when we were in contact.

 

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Georgia
Ken the WASP (& Bob K & me)
After Vietnam I was sent to a base in Georgia. Georgia was almost as foreign to me as ‘Nam was. I arrived on base at the end of my 30 day leave. Luckily on my second day I ran into a buddy from AIT, who was also sent to this base. We were sent over to Vietnam on the same plane, but we got stationed at different places. It was good to be reunited with him. His name was Paul and he was also from the South, but not Georgia.
Paul got married while on leave. He & his new bride had a small home they rented, off base. This turned out to be a good development for me. His wife was a very pleasant girl and we got along great. She was also a good cook, and I took advantage of many invites to dine there.
My first job on the base was something I can’t write about. Not because it was secret. I just have no idea what I was supposed to be doing. I ‘worked’ in an office and pretty much had nothing to do all day except shoot the breeze. I think the office had something to do with motor vehicles on the base and it was headed by a Lt Col. The people were friendly though. One of them even invited me over for dinner once. After about 6 weeks I was told I would become the company mail clerk. I had to learn about mail handling and take a test. It turned out to be a great job. The mail clerk is one of the most popular people in an army company, and it was a very easy task. I spent the entire day in the barracks, not far from my room. Most of the day there was little to do. After a few days I struck up a friendship with another guy who also spent the day in the barracks. He was sort of the fix-it guy for small projects. His name was Bob, and he was from a very rural part of my own state. He was very friendly and we hit it off right away. I think he was about one year younger. He was very cute too, but very straight.
After a few days, when the weekend came, Bob asked if I wanted to go out for a few beers. Of course I said yes. I had a car and Bob didn’t. He had MORE than a few, I have to say. Bob was very in to beer (& hunting & girls). Since I was the driver I drank less beers. Bob talked a lot about hunting, which I had never done. He talked about his girl who had dumped him. We had other conversations about unimportant stuff too. It was just pleasant spending time with him. Nothing ‘intimate’ at all (not that I wouldn’t like that. As I said, he was VERY cute).
Our friendship developed a bit over the first 2 weeks. On the third weekend, Bob told me about a friend he had in the next company who had just returned from a 2 week leave. He was a 3 stripe sergeant named Ken who worked as an instructor in OCS. Bob asked if I would like to go to a local bar with him & Ken. I said sure. When he introduced us, I was not too crazy about Ken. The guy had, what I thought was, a superior attitude.
Ken was a Nordic looking guy from an upper middle class N Jersey family. He was dressed in ‘preppy’ clothes when we met. He wore them well. He was about 6 foot, and 180 pounds with dirty blond hair and blue eyes, and a chiseled face. (I am 5’5 and 130 lbs and I usually feel inadequate when I am around his type). He had a wiry build, as far as I could tell. He talked about his college a lot and he also seemed to brag about his background. I felt somewhat intimidated by him. Often he would talk about how tough he was on the OCS candidates, and how tough HE was himself. He was full of himself, I thought.
Ken was a little bit possessive about Bob, I thought. It felt like I had intruded on their friendship. He never really tried to exclude me from things, but I often felt unwelcome. Over time we did become less distant. Ken set up a night for the 3 of us to go to a local club to see a famous singing group. That was a good night. He told us that he used to be in his choir in his Methodist church. We used to go to the local steak place occasionally. Ken took us one Sunday to the local Methodist church for service. That made me uncomfortable, since I am Catholic. It turned out very well though, but he did make a few snide remarks about the Catholic Church. I let it slide.
One weekend Bob found out that one of his closest friends was stationed at a base about 3 hours away. He talked Ken in to a road trip and they asked me along. We left Friday afternoon and arrived about 8 pm. Bob contacted his buddy and then we all went to a local bar (of course). After a few hours it was decided that we would find a cheap motel and crash for the night there. We found a decent place about 10 miles from where we were.
There was a lot more talking and a few more beers before bed. It was decided that Bob & his buddy would share one bed and Ken & I would share the other. None of us had a change of clothes, so we just slept in our underwear. I got a good look at Bob’s physique. He was built nice, but not a big muscle guy. I would say Bob was about 5’10 and 150. Ken’s body, on the other hand was very defined. He slept only in his boxers. As I said he was about 6 ft 180. Not big muscled but very well built. He even had washboard abs and well defined pecs. I was beginning to like Ken more!
We were all pretty wasted so it was not hard falling to sleep. In the beginning Ken & I slept back to back, but in the night things changed. He turned toward me, and I woke up. He didn’t. I let him get pretty close and I felt his breath on my neck. I liked that. Ken kept getting closer to me and I didn’t move. Actually I was not sure what to do, so I did nothing. Eventually his arm came over me while he slept. I liked that too. I fell comfortably back to sleep (with a bit of a stiffy, I have to say).
In the morning, Ken was not as close to me, but he was still turned toward me. He woke up a few minutes after I did. He asked me if he had moved around a lot in the night and kept me awake. “I usually toss and turn”, he said. I told him that he did not disturb my sleep at all (LOL).
After that weekend Ken seemed to be much friendlier toward me. The three of us spent a lot of time together. One night he even came to my room when my roommate was out. We talked some more. Ken, like me, is interested in heavy topics, like politics etc. (we disagreed in a friendly way). “I had a very rough day today” he told me. He trains men for OCS, physically. “I just needed to chill and Bob is not around”, he said. “So I’m runner up?” I asked. “No, not at all. I wasn’t sure that you like me, but I figured now was a good time to get to know you, one on one, since we are never alone together” he told me. This made me feel good, since I was beginning to like him, but I was sure he was straight. (Ken never talked about girls, though.) He was VERY conservative and religious and had a rough edge too (but well refined), so I just assumed he was straight. We talked about our home life and families (which were very different). He was an only child and I was the oldest of three. I was curious about how strong he was so I challenged him to arm wrestle. I KNEW I would lose, but I wanted to have a physical contact with him. Of course I lost badly. He chuckled and said, “I think you knew you would lose”. He smiled at me, a very nice smile. He was usually pretty reserved and seemed a bit stern. There was definite chemistry though, when we were in contact.

 

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Our threesome went on like that for a while until Christmas came. I was flying home for a week to visit the family and I asked Ken if he would drive me to the airport. “Sure, and I’ll pick you up when you return” he told me. So I gave him the details of my flight back, thanked him and said so long. When I returned a week later, there he was, just as he promised. When we got in his car I thanked him for coming out to pick me up. “It’s no problem Joe. We’re friends and that’s what friends do” he said, and he patted my thigh! “Bob is on Christmas leave for another week, so it’s just the 2 of us till he gets back”, he told me. I knew that already, but he told me anyway. I soon knew why.
The next day we both went to the NCO club for lunch. It is a very nice place and the food is good. We were joined by one of Ken’s co-workers. It turns out he & I were born the exact same day. What a coincidence. We had a good meal and a few drinks. Ken’s friend said he had to go and left us alone.
“Do you have any plans for this weekend Joe?” Ken asked me. I told him I didn’t. “Let’s go for a little road trip. I’ll drive”. This sounded like a good idea to me. “Where can we go?” I asked. “The beach is not much more than 2 hours from here. It’s not swim weather, but it is Georgia, and still warm enough to enjoy the view” he said. “Sounds good to me. I’m all for it”, I said.
Early the next day, Saturday, we drove down to the nearest beach town, near Savannah. It wasn’t too difficult to find a place, and the price was right. The room had only one bed though, and I was afraid it would feel awkward. Ken was fine with the arrangement so I was too! After we dropped our things we walked down to the beach. The weather was fine, sunny and about 55 degrees. Some wind, but I like wind. “I really miss the ocean” he told me, “I grew up close to it in New Jersey”. I told him I like the ocean too, but I am not much of a swimmer. “I was a swimmer in high school” he told me. “That explains his build”, I thought to myself. “You do have a swimmer’s build Ken. I thought so when we bunked together that week end with Bob & his friend.” I told him. “So you noticed my body?” he laughed, “what will people say?”
After a while it cooled down some, so we went back to the room and changed. We looked for a place to eat. Since it was off season, there was not a lot to choose from. Eventually we found a diner a few miles away. It had decent food but no booze. We both ate a good meal, and when we left Ken said “I could use a beer, how about you Joe?” “Me too Ken”, I told him. We knew there was a package store near our motel, so we headed back there. “Let’s splurge tonight and get some good stuff” Ken said. We bought a bottle of Johnny Walker and split the tab. When we got back to the room I went and found some ice. I had never had scotch before, but I didn’t want to seem like I was not as sophisticated as Ken. I had no idea what it would be like. I liked it (and I still do).
We toasted each other with our first drink “Here’s to our friendship”, Ken said. “I’m glad we’ve gotten closer Ken. I wasn’t sure if we hit it off in the beginning” I told him, and smiled. “I kind of felt the same way in the beginning when we met. You seemed a little shy or standoffish with me Joe. I guess I can come across as a little gruff. I don’t mean to. It just takes me a while to warm up to people”, he said. With our next drink we toasted Bob. “Here’s to our buddy Bob who brought us together” and we clinked our cups. After those two we had enough for the night. Neither one of us wanted a hangover next day.
“I’m ready for a shower. How about you” Ken said. “You go ahead and take yours now Ken. I’ll wait”. “Nonsense Joe. Don’t be shy. Let’s take them together!” WHOA! Was I ever shocked? Could this be for real? “OK”, I said. “If you want to.” I was very nervous. “The shower is plenty big. Why waste the water and time?” Ken said with a grin as he started to undress. When he got down to his boxers he turned and said “So you like my bod Joe?” Startled I said “DID I say that?” “Well you DID say you noticed that I have a swimmers build” he said, as he walked toward me. When he stood in front of me, kind of towering over, he dropped his shorts and said “What do you think of the rest of me?” I nearly collapsed and he saw that. He grabbed me and pulled me toward him. “Don’t be afraid Joe. I really like you and I want to get to know you. When we were on that weekend with Bob and his friend I deliberately moved close to you in bed that night. I knew you were awake and you stayed close when I did. Then I knew that we could become very good friends.”
Well, what could I say? “Ken, I really liked it when we slept together that night. After I got to know you better I could only dream that something could happen between us. I have to say I am very pleasantly surprised”. He told me “I have to project a strong persona in my job and it is kind of who I am, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have these feelings. When I first met you I thought you were cute and I kind of felt you might like me too, in that way.” Boy did I ever! I stripped down too. “Joe you have a real nice body”, he told me, “now let’s go take that shower. I can’t wait to show you how much I like it”. I smiled the biggest smile ever and told him I would show him how much I like his body too. Ken has a lean, muscular body with great pecs. Did I mention that? And very muscular legs. As we showered we lathered each other from head to toe, not missing any parts. At his nipples I spent a little extra time. “I like that Joe, very much” he said. I also spent some extra time washing his private area. “That’s GOOD Joe, real good”. Ken spent some extra time on my rear, probing a little. I never had that happen before. It was a pleasure that was new and I really liked it. He could tell! Other than showering and touching, nothing happened. We rinsed off, dried off and did our other bed time routines. When we got in to bed on top of the sheets since the room was nice and warm, and we went commando.

 

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Our threesome went on like that for a while until Christmas came. I was flying home for a week to visit the family and I asked Ken if he would drive me to the airport. “Sure, and I’ll pick you up when you return” he told me. So I gave him the details of my flight back, thanked him and said so long. When I returned a week later, there he was, just as he promised. When we got in his car I thanked him for coming out to pick me up. “It’s no problem Joe. We’re friends and that’s what friends do” he said, and he patted my thigh! “Bob is on Christmas leave for another week, so it’s just the 2 of us till he gets back”, he told me. I knew that already, but he told me anyway. I soon knew why.
The next day we both went to the NCO club for lunch. It is a very nice place and the food is good. We were joined by one of Ken’s co-workers. It turns out he & I were born the exact same day. What a coincidence. We had a good meal and a few drinks. Ken’s friend said he had to go and left us alone.
“Do you have any plans for this weekend Joe?” Ken asked me. I told him I didn’t. “Let’s go for a little road trip. I’ll drive”. This sounded like a good idea to me. “Where can we go?” I asked. “The beach is not much more than 2 hours from here. It’s not swim weather, but it is Georgia, and still warm enough to enjoy the view” he said. “Sounds good to me. I’m all for it”, I said.
Early the next day, Saturday, we drove down to the nearest beach town, near Savannah. It wasn’t too difficult to find a place, and the price was right. The room had only one bed though, and I was afraid it would feel awkward. Ken was fine with the arrangement so I was too! After we dropped our things we walked down to the beach. The weather was fine, sunny and about 55 degrees. Some wind, but I like wind. “I really miss the ocean” he told me, “I grew up close to it in New Jersey”. I told him I like the ocean too, but I am not much of a swimmer. “I was a swimmer in high school” he told me. “That explains his build”, I thought to myself. “You do have a swimmer’s build Ken. I thought so when we bunked together that week end with Bob & his friend.” I told him. “So you noticed my body?” he laughed, “what will people say?”
After a while it cooled down some, so we went back to the room and changed. We looked for a place to eat. Since it was off season, there was not a lot to choose from. Eventually we found a diner a few miles away. It had decent food but no booze. We both ate a good meal, and when we left Ken said “I could use a beer, how about you Joe?” “Me too Ken”, I told him. We knew there was a package store near our motel, so we headed back there. “Let’s splurge tonight and get some good stuff” Ken said. We bought a bottle of Johnny Walker and split the tab. When we got back to the room I went and found some ice. I had never had scotch before, but I didn’t want to seem like I was not as sophisticated as Ken. I had no idea what it would be like. I liked it (and I still do).
We toasted each other with our first drink “Here’s to our friendship”, Ken said. “I’m glad we’ve gotten closer Ken. I wasn’t sure if we hit it off in the beginning” I told him, and smiled. “I kind of felt the same way in the beginning when we met. You seemed a little shy or standoffish with me Joe. I guess I can come across as a little gruff. I don’t mean to. It just takes me a while to warm up to people”, he said. With our next drink we toasted Bob. “Here’s to our buddy Bob who brought us together” and we clinked our cups. After those two we had enough for the night. Neither one of us wanted a hangover next day.
“I’m ready for a shower. How about you” Ken said. “You go ahead and take yours now Ken. I’ll wait”. “Nonsense Joe. Don’t be shy. Let’s take them together!” WHOA! Was I ever shocked? Could this be for real? “OK”, I said. “If you want to.” I was very nervous. “The shower is plenty big. Why waste the water and time?” Ken said with a grin as he started to undress. When he got down to his boxers he turned and said “So you like my bod Joe?” Startled I said “DID I say that?” “Well you DID say you noticed that I have a swimmers build” he said, as he walked toward me. When he stood in front of me, kind of towering over, he dropped his shorts and said “What do you think of the rest of me?” I nearly collapsed and he saw that. He grabbed me and pulled me toward him. “Don’t be afraid Joe. I really like you and I want to get to know you. When we were on that weekend with Bob and his friend I deliberately moved close to you in bed that night. I knew you were awake and you stayed close when I did. Then I knew that we could become very good friends.”
Well, what could I say? “Ken, I really liked it when we slept together that night. After I got to know you better I could only dream that something could happen between us. I have to say I am very pleasantly surprised”. He told me “I have to project a strong persona in my job and it is kind of who I am, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have these feelings. When I first met you I thought you were cute and I kind of felt you might like me too, in that way.” Boy did I ever! I stripped down too. “Joe you have a real nice body”, he told me, “now let’s go take that shower. I can’t wait to show you how much I like it”. I smiled the biggest smile ever and told him I would show him how much I like his body too. Ken has a lean, muscular body with great pecs. Did I mention that? And very muscular legs. As we showered we lathered each other from head to toe, not missing any parts. At his nipples I spent a little extra time. “I like that Joe, very much” he said. I also spent some extra time washing his private area. “That’s GOOD Joe, real good”. Ken spent some extra time on my rear, probing a little. I never had that happen before. It was a pleasure that was new and I really liked it. He could tell! Other than showering and touching, nothing happened. We rinsed off, dried off and did our other bed time routines. When we got in to bed on top of the sheets since the room was nice and warm, and we went commando.

” This is going to be a great night” I thought. “Joe, we are going to have some fun tonight, aren’t we? I’m going to teach you some things you’ll enjoy, I’m sure. Things I don’t think you have ever done”, Ken whispered in my ear. “Absolutely Ken. We definitely will. I’m going to like having you for a teacher” I said just before I kissed him. I knew I would be having a great new experience in this bed.
Ken leaned toward me and starting kissing me on my shoulders and neck. He brought my face to his and kissed me with more passion than anything I ever experienced. It was all I could do to keep control. “Now I’m going to give you some lessons. Have you ever given a guy a blow job?” he asked. I told him that I had a short, unpleasant experience in Vietnam. “Well, don’t worry Joe. I think this time you will like it better.” At this time Ken’s dick was semi erect. Mine was full on hard! “Just put your lips near my penis and blow gently” he said, “then just lick the head”. I did as he said. I was really getting in to it. His dick grew quickly and stood up. I think it was about 6-7 inches, but his balls were low hung. “Now put your mouth around it and slowly go down as far as you are comfortable. That’s it. You are better at this than you thought Joe”, he praised me. “MMMMMMMMM, so nice. Keep it up Joe. I am going to give you some pleasure with it soon”. Then he had me suck his balls and lick his g spot. More quiet moans from Ken. After a few minutes he said “that’s enough for now. You were real good. Did you like it better this time?” After I recovered my composure I said “Hell yes. It was fantastic. I’m glad I pleased you Ken”.
Ken then started to gently massage me all over. My dick stayed hard as a rock the whole time. “Joe, roll over on your stomach now. I have something for you” he commanded. “Now you’ll feel some real pleasure “ , and he started to massage my back and slowly moved to my ass. “I noticed in the shower that your butt hole is very sensitive”. That was an understatement! “Yeah, I noticed too. I never felt that sensation before” I told him. “That’s what I thought” Ken said. Then he moved his hand gently between my buttocks and put his finger in to my hole, very slowly. He had put some Vaseline on his hand, I think. I started to moan very loudly. “Not too loud Joe. This is Georgia. We don’t want them to suspect anything”. I quieted my moans but they didn’t end. Eventually Ken put 2 fingers in and moved them around. “OH MY GOD. I am going to explode” I thought. “Is this happening for real?”
Ken said “I think you are ready now Joe, for the real thing. Are you?” I stuttered “YES. Please. Now” Ken started to very slowly, and gently, insert his dick head. I was quaking with, I don’t know how to describe it, pleasure, excitement, you name it. He started to thrust a bit and then stopped.” Are you ok Joe? I want you to love this. You are shaking”, he asked me. “I think I’m fine. I am sure liking how it feels to have you inside” I replied. “Roll over on your back now. I think it will be more comfortable. Spread your legs for me and we’ll do it face to face. I can see you then and kiss you while we fuck”. I turned over, spread my legs and he put his hard cock back in, slowly. I am amazed it didn’t hurt much after the first thrust.
Ken thrusted slowly and I did too, without even thinking. We got a good rhythm going. He kept going, and I was in heaven. I blurted out “Fuck me Ken, fuck me”, without even thinking . We both started to pant and sweat, thrusting, moving, kissing! “I think you’re wonderful” I whispered to him. “Don’t sell yourself short Joe. You are great. This might be the best I ever had!” he groaned. Finally he exploded in to me. Unbelievable! I then exploded all over him and myself without even touching my cock. That was a first! I didn’t think that was possible. His cum was inside of me. I could feel it. It started to come out of me. My cum was all over both of us. “Joe, I am going to take some of your jizz and swallow it”, he told me. He wiped some from my abs and put his finger in his mouth. As he did that I reached down to my ass and put some of his on my finger and then tasted it! It had a strange flavor, but I kind of liked it. He also put his fingers to my hole and took some of his own and tasted it. “I never did taste my own before” he said, “try yours too”. So I did. It was a little different than his.
After we made love we both took a shower, again. In there we washed and then caressed a lot. When we got back to bed, Ken was next to me and holding me in his arms. “You ARE the best I ever had Joe. I am so fucking glad we met. I am so glad Bob got us together” he said. “Ken, I never knew this could be so great. I have fantasized since I was a kid about being with a man. It was everything I could have hoped for. Thank YOU for being my teacher”, I whispered to him.
We talked a little bit more. Ken told me he had befriended Bob in hopes that they would become fuck buddies, but he found that Bob definitely was not inclined that way. Bob never suspected Ken’s intentions. As I said before Bob was one cutie, but extra straight. He and Ken still remained friends because they liked each other’s company. I told Ken that I was also attracted to Bob, but I knew it was a non-starter. “Ken, I never suspected you to be gay at all. You’re so masculine acting. After I got over my initial skepticism of you, I did start to develop a crush. Wow. Look what has happened.”.
In the morning, before we left, we did it again and it was just as good. Maybe better. On the way back to base we stopped at the diner for breakfast. All we did there was small talk. No way could we discuss what happened. Back at the base we separated and went to our own barracks. “See you later Joe” he yelled back as he walked away. “Absolutely Ken. See you again soon, I hope.” was my reply. That night in my room it was all I could think about. When Bob returned we both went to pick him up at the airport. While we waited in the car, Ken slyly put his hand on my leg and I was glad. I grabbed his hand as he did and squeezed a bit. “Hey guys. What’s up?” It was bob standing next to the car. “I hope you two got along OK without me”. “Yeah. We did just great while you were gone” Ken told him, “but we’re glad to have you back. Now we can party!”

 

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” This is going to be a great night” I thought. “Joe, we are going to have some fun tonight, aren’t we? I’m going to teach you some things you’ll enjoy, I’m sure. Things I don’t think you have ever done”, Ken whispered in my ear. “Absolutely Ken. We definitely will. I’m going to like having you for a teacher” I said just before I kissed him. I knew I would be having a great new experience in this bed.
Ken leaned toward me and starting kissing me on my shoulders and neck. He brought my face to his and kissed me with more passion than anything I ever experienced. It was all I could do to keep control. “Now I’m going to give you some lessons. Have you ever given a guy a blow job?” he asked. I told him that I had a short, unpleasant experience in Vietnam. “Well, don’t worry Joe. I think this time you will like it better.” At this time Ken’s dick was semi erect. Mine was full on hard! “Just put your lips near my penis and blow gently” he said, “then just lick the head”. I did as he said. I was really getting in to it. His dick grew quickly and stood up. I think it was about 6-7 inches, but his balls were low hung. “Now put your mouth around it and slowly go down as far as you are comfortable. That’s it. You are better at this than you thought Joe”, he praised me. “MMMMMMMMM, so nice. Keep it up Joe. I am going to give you some pleasure with it soon”. Then he had me suck his balls and lick his g spot. More quiet moans from Ken. After a few minutes he said “that’s enough for now. You were real good. Did you like it better this time?” After I recovered my composure I said “Hell yes. It was fantastic. I’m glad I pleased you Ken”.
Ken then started to gently massage me all over. My dick stayed hard as a rock the whole time. “Joe, roll over on your stomach now. I have something for you” he commanded. “Now you’ll feel some real pleasure “ , and he started to massage my back and slowly moved to my ass. “I noticed in the shower that your butt hole is very sensitive”. That was an understatement! “Yeah, I noticed too. I never felt that sensation before” I told him. “That’s what I thought” Ken said. Then he moved his hand gently between my buttocks and put his finger in to my hole, very slowly. He had put some Vaseline on his hand, I think. I started to moan very loudly. “Not too loud Joe. This is Georgia. We don’t want them to suspect anything”. I quieted my moans but they didn’t end. Eventually Ken put 2 fingers in and moved them around. “OH MY GOD. I am going to explode” I thought. “Is this happening for real?”
Ken said “I think you are ready now Joe, for the real thing. Are you?” I stuttered “YES. Please. Now” Ken started to very slowly, and gently, insert his dick head. I was quaking with, I don’t know how to describe it, pleasure, excitement, you name it. He started to thrust a bit and then stopped.” Are you ok Joe? I want you to love this. You are shaking”, he asked me. “I think I’m fine. I am sure liking how it feels to have you inside” I replied. “Roll over on your back now. I think it will be more comfortable. Spread your legs for me and we’ll do it face to face. I can see you then and kiss you while we fuck”. I turned over, spread my legs and he put his hard cock back in, slowly. I am amazed it didn’t hurt much after the first thrust.
Ken thrusted slowly and I did too, without even thinking. We got a good rhythm going. He kept going, and I was in heaven. I blurted out “Fuck me Ken, fuck me”, without even thinking . We both started to pant and sweat, thrusting, moving, kissing! “I think you’re wonderful” I whispered to him. “Don’t sell yourself short Joe. You are great. This might be the best I ever had!” he groaned. Finally he exploded in to me. Unbelievable! I then exploded all over him and myself without even touching my cock. That was a first! I didn’t think that was possible. His cum was inside of me. I could feel it. It started to come out of me. My cum was all over both of us. “Joe, I am going to take some of your jizz and swallow it”, he told me. He wiped some from my abs and put his finger in his mouth. As he did that I reached down to my ass and put some of his on my finger and then tasted it! It had a strange flavor, but I kind of liked it. He also put his fingers to my hole and took some of his own and tasted it. “I never did taste my own before” he said, “try yours too”. So I did. It was a little different than his.
After we made love we both took a shower, again. In there we washed and then caressed a lot. When we got back to bed, Ken was next to me and holding me in his arms. “You ARE the best I ever had Joe. I am so fucking glad we met. I am so glad Bob got us together” he said. “Ken, I never knew this could be so great. I have fantasized since I was a kid about being with a man. It was everything I could have hoped for. Thank YOU for being my teacher”, I whispered to him.
We talked a little bit more. Ken told me he had befriended Bob in hopes that they would become fuck buddies, but he found that Bob definitely was not inclined that way. Bob never suspected Ken’s intentions. As I said before Bob was one cutie, but extra straight. He and Ken still remained friends because they liked each other’s company. I told Ken that I was also attracted to Bob, but I knew it was a non-starter. “Ken, I never suspected you to be gay at all. You’re so masculine acting. After I got over my initial skepticism of you, I did start to develop a crush. Wow. Look what has happened.”.
In the morning, before we left, we did it again and it was just as good. Maybe better. On the way back to base we stopped at the diner for breakfast. All we did there was small talk. No way could we discuss what happened. Back at the base we separated and went to our own barracks. “See you later Joe” he yelled back as he walked away. “Absolutely Ken. See you again soon, I hope.” was my reply. That night in my room it was all I could think about. When Bob returned we both went to pick him up at the airport. While we waited in the car, Ken slyly put his hand on my leg and I was glad. I grabbed his hand as he did and squeezed a bit. “Hey guys. What’s up?” It was bob standing next to the car. “I hope you two got along OK without me”. “Yeah. We did just great while you were gone” Ken told him, “but we’re glad to have you back. Now we can party!”

Our threesome went on as before, but with just a little difference. When we went out together Ken always managed to sit close to me. Often he would casually put his arm over my shoulder and say something like “we’re having a good time tonight, aren’t we guys?” Over the next few months we were not able to get away together alone again. There really weren’t many times we could be together except one weekend when Bob had night duty and we were able to go to a restaurant, after which we parked in a secluded place and secretly touched. In that part of the world then you did not want to get caught being gay, especially if you are in the army.
In February, a really sad thing happened. Ken got orders for Vietnam. “I was expecting this eventually” he said. “Actually I am glad. I need to do this. It is what I trained for”, he told us both. There was definitely sadness in his voice, though. “I am going to miss you guys a lot”. Before I go home for leave next week, let’s the three of us go away for a weekend” Ken said. “Sounds like a great Idea. We can get wasted” was how Bob reacted. So that weekend the three of us drove a couple of hours to the beach! We found a vacancy at a beach front motel and checked in. There was only one bed and a fold out sofa. “I’ll take the sofa” Bob said, “You two lovers can bunk together”. We looked at each other and wondered if he knew something. “Just joshing about the lover part” he said.” I tend to toss around at night so I will take the sofa. I should be too buzzed to care”.
After our drinking was done, we prepped for bed. Each of us showered separately (of course). Bob was in poor shape and he crashed on the sofa without much effort. Ken and I went to bed in our underwear, under the covers this time. We weren’t able to make love, but we cuddled and touched as much as we could without Bob knowing. He was out like a light, so it was not difficult. We were still pleased for the time we had.
The next week was busy for Ken since he had to get ready to leave. We all had one more bar night, but not heavy. Ken and I were able to have dinner again at the NCO club. We kind of talked in code and made promises to keep in touch when he was overseas. He would write first since I wouldn’t know his address. He told Bob that he would write to him too.
The day he left we saw him off. He shook Bob’s hand and slapped him on the shoulder. When he got to me he did likewise, but then he gave me a man hug (which seemed extra strong). “Ken, you take care” Bob told him. “I will“, he said. “I hope you stay safe please, and write often Ken.”, I told him. He got in the car and drove off to his home. Secretly I was crying inside.
“You two sure got to be a lot closer while I was away. I didn’t think you liked each other much” Bob said to me. “Yeah. We spent some quality time together while you were at home. We got to know each other pretty well. Ken is really an OK guy!”
Ken & I wrote to each other for a while and then the letters got fewer. I guess he forgot about me, I thought. It’s understandable though. I know I’ll never forget him.

 

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Our threesome went on as before, but with just a little difference. When we went out together Ken always managed to sit close to me. Often he would casually put his arm over my shoulder and say something like “we’re having a good time tonight, aren’t we guys?” Over the next few months we were not able to get away together alone again. There really weren’t many times we could be together except one weekend when Bob had night duty and we were able to go to a restaurant, after which we parked in a secluded place and secretly touched. In that part of the world then you did not want to get caught being gay, especially if you are in the army.
In February, a really sad thing happened. Ken got orders for Vietnam. “I was expecting this eventually” he said. “Actually I am glad. I need to do this. It is what I trained for”, he told us both. There was definitely sadness in his voice, though. “I am going to miss you guys a lot”. Before I go home for leave next week, let’s the three of us go away for a weekend” Ken said. “Sounds like a great Idea. We can get wasted” was how Bob reacted. So that weekend the three of us drove a couple of hours to the beach! We found a vacancy at a beach front motel and checked in. There was only one bed and a fold out sofa. “I’ll take the sofa” Bob said, “You two lovers can bunk together”. We looked at each other and wondered if he knew something. “Just joshing about the lover part” he said.” I tend to toss around at night so I will take the sofa. I should be too buzzed to care”.
After our drinking was done, we prepped for bed. Each of us showered separately (of course). Bob was in poor shape and he crashed on the sofa without much effort. Ken and I went to bed in our underwear, under the covers this time. We weren’t able to make love, but we cuddled and touched as much as we could without Bob knowing. He was out like a light, so it was not difficult. We were still pleased for the time we had.
The next week was busy for Ken since he had to get ready to leave. We all had one more bar night, but not heavy. Ken and I were able to have dinner again at the NCO club. We kind of talked in code and made promises to keep in touch when he was overseas. He would write first since I wouldn’t know his address. He told Bob that he would write to him too.
The day he left we saw him off. He shook Bob’s hand and slapped him on the shoulder. When he got to me he did likewise, but then he gave me a man hug (which seemed extra strong). “Ken, you take care” Bob told him. “I will“, he said. “I hope you stay safe please, and write often Ken.”, I told him. He got in the car and drove off to his home. Secretly I was crying inside.
“You two sure got to be a lot closer while I was away. I didn’t think you liked each other much” Bob said to me. “Yeah. We spent some quality time together while you were at home. We got to know each other pretty well. Ken is really an OK guy!”
Ken & I wrote to each other for a while and then the letters got fewer. I guess he forgot about me, I thought. It’s understandable though. I know I’ll never forget him.

Georgia – Dan returns
One day while I was working in the mailroom I was told I had a phone call in the orderly room. I had no idea who would be calling me here. When I answered the phone you could have knocked me over with a feather. It was Dan. He had found a way to locate me and contact me. Dan was stationed in North Carolina (I was in Georgia). He said he wanted to get together with me and asked if I had a way of meeting up with him. I told him I had a car, so we set up to meet in South Carolina, on the coast. This was at a time when I was not yet hooked up sexually with Ken.
It was a little after Labor day, so the weather was still hot here. We met up in Beaufort, a town near the Marine Corps air base. It was so good to see Dan. He still looked great (and I still had strong feelings for him.) We found an inexpensive motel to stay for the night and then went to find a place to eat. Over lunch we filled each other in on what we were doing and how it was going for us. He said he was working in a battalion HQ (he always could get the best assignments), and that is how he was able to locate me: connections. I told him about my mail room job and how much I liked it. We did a little sightseeing in the town. It is a beautiful place. We found a local bar and stopped in for a drink and continued to catch up. Dan told me his brother, a marine, had been injured in Vietnam and was sent home to recuperate. I told him how I had made new friends at my base.
We stopped on the way back to the motel to buy some booze. We got some Canadian Club, which we both liked. Back in the room we talked some more and drank a lot of the whiskey. Dan opened up now about things that had happened between us in Vietnam. He told me that guy had attacked me because he thought I was a ’queer’. Dan said to me that he always thought I might be, but it didn’t matter to him. After our R&R he thought he was wrong, but the other ‘incidents’ between us (that I mentioned in the Vietnam chapter) made him reassess.
We were both starting to feel the effect of the C C, so I opened up too. I told him about the massage with his friend from the PX and he told me that he and that guy DID do that, but that he, Dan, didn’t give him a BJ. He only got one. Dan said that he always heard that guys give the best blowjobs. He was sitting next to me on the bed and he reached over and pulled me closer, and put his arm around my shoulder. “Joe, I know you liked me a lot, over there and I never let you show me how much. Would you like to now?”. Then he kissed me on my cheek. I was blown away. This is what I wanted so much. I thought of him whenever I jerked off.
“What do you mean, Dan”, I asked him. “I mean I want to let you show me how much you like me. I’ll let you have your way, up to a point. I DO like you Joe. I am straight, but I will let you give me a blow job and we can cuddle, if you want to. I won’t force you.” I told him that I would like to very much, as long as it wouldn’t make him think less of me. Then we started to undress together. I had forgotten how nice his body was and how cute he was. When we were both naked, I started to explore his body. It was obvious he was enjoying it. He also put his hands on me in places that I got thrills from. My erection was full blown now, but he was still soft. “Are you ready now Dan?”, I asked him and he said yes. My dream was coming true. This was the first time I gave a man a BJ after that time with his buddy. Remember that I had wished it was Dan I had my first experience with. I was in heaven and I gave Dan as much pleasure as I was able to. My imagination finally got it’s way. First I stroked his cock and fondled his balls. (It started to get hard now). Then I took him in my mouth gently, and I could then feel him filling it up. I pulled off and started to lick the tip and tasted his precum. He tasted delicious! He was fully erect now. He was telling me how good it felt. I ran my tongue up and down his shaft. I licked his balls, which made him jerk in a pleasant way. Finally I took it all in as far as I could and then he put his hand on my head and pushed me down on him. It was heavenly for me and I KNOW he was feeling good too. I pulled off and asked if he wanted to cum in my mouth (I wanted to taste Dan.) He said sure. No one had ever done that with him before, especially the girls. I went back to work on him and he pumped my mouth and finally filled it up with his cum! I swallowed some of it. It tasted like nothing I ever had before. Now he said “Do you want me to help you Joe?” and asked me how he could. I told him to just straddle me on the bed kneeling over me. Just seeing him like that I nearly came, but I used my hand and jerked off looking at him. It was the best (up until then) I had ever had. Then he laid on the bed and I went to get something to clean us up.
After that we stayed on the bed next to each other. Dan said it was great and he hoped I was satisfied too. I told him it was a dream come true. He let me caress him while we lay there, and he put his hand on me too. It was late now, and we had had a lot to drink. We showered together, and I washed him (Which I wanted to do) then we slept together.
In the morning I woke up first and watched him sleep. He had ‘morning wood’ I noticed, so I took advantage and gave him more pleasure. He woke up while I was licking his abs and he said “So, you want more Joe?” “You KNOW I do Dan’, I replied. “Go to it then’, he said. This time I did a few more things that I had always dreamed of. I told him to lie on his back and bend his knees. I got between his muscular legs and played with his scrotum. Dan REALLY liked that, so then I asked him to roll over and spread his legs. He had a beautiful ass. I caressed his ass, kissed his ass and licked his scrotum. He was going crazy with pleasure now. (This was also a first for me.) I gently ran my finger down his butt crack & I could tell he liked that, but then he told me to stop. “I can’t go there Joe”, he told me, “but I liked everything else you did. Let’s just keep it to what we did last night.” I was fine with that. I never considered anal sex up to then, but I loved his ass! When he was satisfied he asked what he could do for me and I asked him to squeeze me between his powerful legs. I wanted him to dominate me. He accommodated.
Then he gently wrestled with me. I was ready now and as he laid on the bed and I jerked off over him. We were both well satisfied now!
After our shower we found a place to eat. We both had to return to our bases by evening, so we didn’t have time for much more fun. Dan & I told each other how much we meant to one another. This made me as happy as the sex, believe it or not. We made a pact not to talk about this ever. At noon we hugged and said our goodbyes. I wouldn’t see Dan again for 16 years, when I visited him and his family. Our secret was still safe.

 

[manforme]

Georgia – Dan returns
One day while I was working in the mailroom I was told I had a phone call in the orderly room. I had no idea who would be calling me here. When I answered the phone you could have knocked me over with a feather. It was Dan. He had found a way to locate me and contact me. Dan was stationed in North Carolina (I was in Georgia). He said he wanted to get together with me and asked if I had a way of meeting up with him. I told him I had a car, so we set up to meet in South Carolina, on the coast. This was at a time when I was not yet hooked up sexually with Ken.
It was a little after Labor day, so the weather was still hot here. We met up in Beaufort, a town near the Marine Corps air base. It was so good to see Dan. He still looked great (and I still had strong feelings for him.) We found an inexpensive motel to stay for the night and then went to find a place to eat. Over lunch we filled each other in on what we were doing and how it was going for us. He said he was working in a battalion HQ (he always could get the best assignments), and that is how he was able to locate me: connections. I told him about my mail room job and how much I liked it. We did a little sightseeing in the town. It is a beautiful place. We found a local bar and stopped in for a drink and continued to catch up. Dan told me his brother, a marine, had been injured in Vietnam and was sent home to recuperate. I told him how I had made new friends at my base.
We stopped on the way back to the motel to buy some booze. We got some Canadian Club, which we both liked. Back in the room we talked some more and drank a lot of the whiskey. Dan opened up now about things that had happened between us in Vietnam. He told me that guy had attacked me because he thought I was a ’queer’. Dan said to me that he always thought I might be, but it didn’t matter to him. After our R&R he thought he was wrong, but the other ‘incidents’ between us (that I mentioned in the Vietnam chapter) made him reassess.
We were both starting to feel the effect of the C C, so I opened up too. I told him about the massage with his friend from the PX and he told me that he and that guy DID do that, but that he, Dan, didn’t give him a BJ. He only got one. Dan said that he always heard that guys give the best blowjobs. He was sitting next to me on the bed and he reached over and pulled me closer, and put his arm around my shoulder. “Joe, I know you liked me a lot, over there and I never let you show me how much. Would you like to now?”. Then he kissed me on my cheek. I was blown away. This is what I wanted so much. I thought of him whenever I jerked off.
“What do you mean, Dan”, I asked him. “I mean I want to let you show me how much you like me. I’ll let you have your way, up to a point. I DO like you Joe. I am straight, but I will let you give me a blow job and we can cuddle, if you want to. I won’t force you.” I told him that I would like to very much, as long as it wouldn’t make him think less of me. Then we started to undress together. I had forgotten how nice his body was and how cute he was. When we were both naked, I started to explore his body. It was obvious he was enjoying it. He also put his hands on me in places that I got thrills from. My erection was full blown now, but he was still soft. “Are you ready now Dan?”, I asked him and he said yes. My dream was coming true. This was the first time I gave a man a BJ after that time with his buddy. Remember that I had wished it was Dan I had my first experience with. I was in heaven and I gave Dan as much pleasure as I was able to. My imagination finally got it’s way. First I stroked his cock and fondled his balls. (It started to get hard now). Then I took him in my mouth gently, and I could then feel him filling it up. I pulled off and started to lick the tip and tasted his precum. He tasted delicious! He was fully erect now. He was telling me how good it felt. I ran my tongue up and down his shaft. I licked his balls, which made him jerk in a pleasant way. Finally I took it all in as far as I could and then he put his hand on my head and pushed me down on him. It was heavenly for me and I KNOW he was feeling good too. I pulled off and asked if he wanted to cum in my mouth (I wanted to taste Dan.) He said sure. No one had ever done that with him before, especially the girls. I went back to work on him and he pumped my mouth and finally filled it up with his cum! I swallowed some of it. It tasted like nothing I ever had before. Now he said “Do you want me to help you Joe?” and asked me how he could. I told him to just straddle me on the bed kneeling over me. Just seeing him like that I nearly came, but I used my hand and jerked off looking at him. It was the best (up until then) I had ever had. Then he laid on the bed and I went to get something to clean us up.
After that we stayed on the bed next to each other. Dan said it was great and he hoped I was satisfied too. I told him it was a dream come true. He let me caress him while we lay there, and he put his hand on me too. It was late now, and we had had a lot to drink. We showered together, and I washed him (Which I wanted to do) then we slept together.
In the morning I woke up first and watched him sleep. He had ‘morning wood’ I noticed, so I took advantage and gave him more pleasure. He woke up while I was licking his abs and he said “So, you want more Joe?” “You KNOW I do Dan’, I replied. “Go to it then’, he said. This time I did a few more things that I had always dreamed of. I told him to lie on his back and bend his knees. I got between his muscular legs and played with his scrotum. Dan REALLY liked that, so then I asked him to roll over and spread his legs. He had a beautiful ass. I caressed his ass, kissed his ass and licked his scrotum. He was going crazy with pleasure now. (This was also a first for me.) I gently ran my finger down his butt crack & I could tell he liked that, but then he told me to stop. “I can’t go there Joe”, he told me, “but I liked everything else you did. Let’s just keep it to what we did last night.” I was fine with that. I never considered anal sex up to then, but I loved his ass! When he was satisfied he asked what he could do for me and I asked him to squeeze me between his powerful legs. I wanted him to dominate me. He accommodated.
Then he gently wrestled with me. I was ready now and as he laid on the bed and I jerked off over him. We were both well satisfied now!
After our shower we found a place to eat. We both had to return to our bases by evening, so we didn’t have time for much more fun. Dan & I told each other how much we meant to one another. This made me as happy as the sex, believe it or not. We made a pact not to talk about this ever. At noon we hugged and said our goodbyes. I wouldn’t see Dan again for 16 years, when I visited him and his family. Our secret was still safe.

Georgia – Dan returns
One day while I was working in the mailroom I was told I had a phone call in the orderly room. I had no idea who would be calling me here. When I answered the phone you could have knocked me over with a feather. It was Dan. He had found a way to locate me and contact me. Dan was stationed in North Carolina (I was in Georgia). He said he wanted to get together with me and asked if I had a way of meeting up with him. I told him I had a car, so we set up to meet in South Carolina, on the coast. This was at a time when I was not yet hooked up sexually with Ken.
It was a little after Labor day, so the weather was still hot here. We met up in Beaufort, a town near the Marine Corps air base. It was so good to see Dan. He still looked great (and I still had strong feelings for him.) We found an inexpensive motel to stay for the night and then went to find a place to eat. Over lunch we filled each other in on what we were doing and how it was going for us. He said he was working in a battalion HQ (he always could get the best assignments), and that is how he was able to locate me: connections. I told him about my mail room job and how much I liked it. We did a little sightseeing in the town. It is a beautiful place. We found a local bar and stopped in for a drink and continued to catch up. Dan told me his brother, a marine, had been injured in Vietnam and was sent home to recuperate. I told him how I had made new friends at my base.
We stopped on the way back to the motel to buy some booze. We got some Canadian Club, which we both liked. Back in the room we talked some more and drank a lot of the whiskey. Dan opened up now about things that had happened between us in Vietnam. He told me that guy had attacked me because he thought I was a ’queer’. Dan said to me that he always thought I might be, but it didn’t matter to him. After our R&R he thought he was wrong, but the other ‘incidents’ between us (that I mentioned in the Vietnam chapter) made him reassess.
We were both starting to feel the effect of the C C, so I opened up too. I told him about the massage with his friend from the PX and he told me that he and that guy DID do that, but that he, Dan, didn’t give him a BJ. He only got one. Dan said that he always heard that guys give the best blowjobs. He was sitting next to me on the bed and he reached over and pulled me closer, and put his arm around my shoulder. “Joe, I know you liked me a lot, over there and I never let you show me how much. Would you like to now?”. Then he kissed me on my cheek. I was blown away. This is what I wanted so much. I thought of him whenever I jerked off.
“What do you mean, Dan”, I asked him. “I mean I want to let you show me how much you like me. I’ll let you have your way, up to a point. I DO like you Joe. I am straight, but I will let you give me a blow job and we can cuddle, if you want to. I won’t force you.” I told him that I would like to very much, as long as it wouldn’t make him think less of me. Then we started to undress together. I had forgotten how nice his body was and how cute he was. When we were both naked, I started to explore his body. It was obvious he was enjoying it. He also put his hands on me in places that I got thrills from. My erection was full blown now, but he was still soft. “Are you ready now Dan?”, I asked him and he said yes. My dream was coming true. This was the first time I gave a man a BJ after that time with his buddy. Remember that I had wished it was Dan I had my first experience with. I was in heaven and I gave Dan as much pleasure as I was able to. My imagination finally got it’s way. First I stroked his cock and fondled his balls. (It started to get hard now). Then I took him in my mouth gently, and I could then feel him filling it up. I pulled off and started to lick the tip and tasted his precum. He tasted delicious! He was fully erect now. He was telling me how good it felt. I ran my tongue up and down his shaft. I licked his balls, which made him jerk in a pleasant way. Finally I took it all in as far as I could and then he put his hand on my head and pushed me down on him. It was heavenly for me and I KNOW he was feeling good too. I pulled off and asked if he wanted to cum in my mouth (I wanted to taste Dan.) He said sure. No one had ever done that with him before, especially the girls. I went back to work on him and he pumped my mouth and finally filled it up with his cum! I swallowed some of it. It tasted like nothing I ever had before. Now he said “Do you want me to help you Joe?” and asked me how he could. I told him to just straddle me on the bed kneeling over me. Just seeing him like that I nearly came, but I used my hand and jerked off looking at him. It was the best (up until then) I had ever had. Then he laid on the bed and I went to get something to clean us up.
After that we stayed on the bed next to each other. Dan said it was great and he hoped I was satisfied too. I told him it was a dream come true. He let me caress him while we lay there, and he put his hand on me too. It was late now, and we had had a lot to drink. We showered together, and I washed him (Which I wanted to do) then we slept together.
In the morning I woke up first and watched him sleep. He had ‘morning wood’ I noticed, so I took advantage and gave him more pleasure. He woke up while I was licking his abs and he said “So, you want more Joe?” “You KNOW I do Dan’, I replied. “Go to it then’, he said. This time I did a few more things that I had always dreamed of. I told him to lie on his back and bend his knees. I got between his muscular legs and played with his scrotum. Dan REALLY liked that, so then I asked him to roll over and spread his legs. He had a beautiful ass. I caressed his ass, kissed his ass and licked his scrotum. He was going crazy with pleasure now. (This was also a first for me.) I gently ran my finger down his butt crack & I could tell he liked that, but then he told me to stop. “I can’t go there Joe”, he told me, “but I liked everything else you did. Let’s just keep it to what we did last night.” I was fine with that. I never considered anal sex up to then, but I loved his ass! When he was satisfied he asked what he could do for me and I asked him to squeeze me between his powerful legs. I wanted him to dominate me. He accommodated.
Then he gently wrestled with me. I was ready now and as he laid on the bed and I jerked off over him. We were both well satisfied now!
After our shower we found a place to eat. We both had to return to our bases by evening, so we didn’t have time for much more fun. Dan & I told each other how much we meant to one another. This made me as happy as the sex, believe it or not. We made a pact not to talk about this ever. At noon we hugged and said our goodbyes. I wouldn’t see Dan again for 16 years, when I visited him and his family. Our secret was still safe.

This is my story about Carl and our friendship.
Chapter one:
I was working in the company mail room for about 4 months when the CO called me in. He told me that the battalion was going to merge all of the mail rooms into one and the 4 clerks would work together there. The mail center would be in a large room in back of HQ. This all happened not long after my friend Ken went off to Vietnam, so it was a help to me to have a change. Bob and I still had our friendship, but it was different now.
Carl was one of my coworkers in the new mail room. He is about my age, 21, but much taller. He was about 6’1 and I guess at least 200 lbs. He had blond hair that was very light and curly when it grew out. I noticed Carl as soon as we started working together. He was a very friendly guy and had a great sense of humor. Whenever possible I would engage him in small talk. He especially liked to talk about girls and sports. The other two clerks were nice too, but they were not as talkative. They were married and tended to talk a lot about that to each other.
A big battalion inspection was coming up and the mail room had to be ready. We all worked hard on the task for a couple of weeks. In one final push the CO wanted us to be ready for Monday, so he asked two of us to stay late on Saturday night after chow. The other two clerks, Gary & Patrick were married and lived off base, so Carl volunteered to do it if I would stay with him. I agreed. How could I not?
After chow we met at the mail room. Carl brought a 6 pack of beer to split when we were finished our work. It was a hot night so we both removed our fatigue shirts. I noticed Carl’s huge arms and made a comment. I had suspected that he was well built but I was pleasantly surprised. “I work out a lot” he said. I told him his arm looks as big as my leg! He smiled at that remark. I told him I have always admired guys with muscles, since I am so small. He told me that I was not in too bad shape for a little guy. “I can help you to get bigger sometime, if you’re interested” he told me, “you smaller guys can grow some big muscles too”. That remark made me feel good. (I was beginning to feel really good). “That would be great Carl’ I replied.
When we finished our work prepping for the inspection, Carl & I went to work on the beer. We got to talking about ourselves and our interests. He said he used to play football and wrestle in HS and that’s where his interest in weightlifting came from. (I would love to wrestle with him). “I’ve been training to enter an amateur BB contest in about a month” he told me, “not many people here know that. I didn’t want any snide remarks from the other guys”, he said. “It’s hard to train properly on the base, but I get by”. I told him he seems to be doing a real good job from what I can see. At that he flexed his bicep, with a sly grin on his face. (He has a very handsome face). “Have you ever measured them”, I asked. “No. It’s hard to do it alone and I’m too embarrassed to ask another guy. I asked my ex-girlfriend to do it once and she didn’t want to. She was not a fan of my hobby. I thought to myself what a fool she was. I usually just check them out in a mirror back at my home when I’m there. My family lives just over an hour ride from here”. I jokingly offered to measure them for him some time, never thinking he would accept. I was surprised when he liked the idea. “Great, If you don’t mind doing that. I’ll go back to my room and get a tape measure”, Carl said, and off he went. I was getting excited at the prospect. I sure hope he doesn’t suspect how much I will enjoy the task.

 

[manforme]

This is my story about Carl and our friendship.
Chapter one:
I was working in the company mail room for about 4 months when the CO called me in. He told me that the battalion was going to merge all of the mail rooms into one and the 4 clerks would work together there. The mail center would be in a large room in back of HQ. This all happened not long after my friend Ken went off to Vietnam, so it was a help to me to have a change. Bob and I still had our friendship, but it was different now.
Carl was one of my coworkers in the new mail room. He is about my age, 21, but much taller. He was about 6’1 and I guess at least 200 lbs. He had blond hair that was very light and curly when it grew out. I noticed Carl as soon as we started working together. He was a very friendly guy and had a great sense of humor. Whenever possible I would engage him in small talk. He especially liked to talk about girls and sports. The other two clerks were nice too, but they were not as talkative. They were married and tended to talk a lot about that to each other.
A big battalion inspection was coming up and the mail room had to be ready. We all worked hard on the task for a couple of weeks. In one final push the CO wanted us to be ready for Monday, so he asked two of us to stay late on Saturday night after chow. The other two clerks, Gary & Patrick were married and lived off base, so Carl volunteered to do it if I would stay with him. I agreed. How could I not?
After chow we met at the mail room. Carl brought a 6 pack of beer to split when we were finished our work. It was a hot night so we both removed our fatigue shirts. I noticed Carl’s huge arms and made a comment. I had suspected that he was well built but I was pleasantly surprised. “I work out a lot” he said. I told him his arm looks as big as my leg! He smiled at that remark. I told him I have always admired guys with muscles, since I am so small. He told me that I was not in too bad shape for a little guy. “I can help you to get bigger sometime, if you’re interested” he told me, “you smaller guys can grow some big muscles too”. That remark made me feel good. (I was beginning to feel really good). “That would be great Carl’ I replied.
When we finished our work prepping for the inspection, Carl & I went to work on the beer. We got to talking about ourselves and our interests. He said he used to play football and wrestle in HS and that’s where his interest in weightlifting came from. (I would love to wrestle with him). “I’ve been training to enter an amateur BB contest in about a month” he told me, “not many people here know that. I didn’t want any snide remarks from the other guys”, he said. “It’s hard to train properly on the base, but I get by”. I told him he seems to be doing a real good job from what I can see. At that he flexed his bicep, with a sly grin on his face. (He has a very handsome face). “Have you ever measured them”, I asked. “No. It’s hard to do it alone and I’m too embarrassed to ask another guy. I asked my ex-girlfriend to do it once and she didn’t want to. She was not a fan of my hobby. I thought to myself what a fool she was. I usually just check them out in a mirror back at my home when I’m there. My family lives just over an hour ride from here”. I jokingly offered to measure them for him some time, never thinking he would accept. I was surprised when he liked the idea. “Great, If you don’t mind doing that. I’ll go back to my room and get a tape measure”, Carl said, and off he went. I was getting excited at the prospect. I sure hope he doesn’t suspect how much I will enjoy the task.

When Carl returned a few minutes later he had the tape measure. “I have been trying to get a good read on their size for a while” he told me. Carl went over to the windows and pulled down the shades. He said, “We don’t want anyone to watch us and get the wrong impression. Maybe we best go into the store room for this, just in case. You sure you won’t mind?”. “Heck no” I replied.” I was getting very excited, but tried my best not to show it. I was pretty sure that good ol’ boy was very straight. He was just a trusting soul.
When we went to the store room, Carl removed his tee shirt. I was nearly knocked over when I saw the rest of his upper body. There was another ‘six pack’ for me to drink in! “Let’s get started”, Carl said, and handed me the tape. He started to flex his biceps as hard as he could. “Measure them now Joe, left first” and so I did. I was shaking but tried to keep my composure. “Left is 18 inches, right is 18 and a quarter” I told him. “Damn, I was hoping they were bigger” he said, “ I’ll have to work harder in the next month. The contest is in 5 weeks”. He then asked if I would do some more measuring for him. He inflated his chest and spread his lats. “Measure my chest for me please. Put the tape around at my nipples just under my armpits. I tried to do that but it wouldn’t stay put” he commanded in a nice way. I was now close to ecstasy. Could this actually be happening to me? “48 inches is what I get”, I told him. He seemed pleased with that number.
Next he asked me to measure his waist. This is getting really good, I thought to myself. “I get 31 inches Carl”, I told him. “That’s pretty good”, he said, “but I want to go down one more inch. What do you think? Does it look good to you?” Wow. He wanted my opinion on how he looked. I wanted to say he looked good enough to eat, but I simply told him he looked really good and that his abs were great. “Thanks, I wanted to get the opinion of another guy. That is a tough thing to ask. I appreciate your help a lot”. That was all the measuring for now.
It was getting late so we finished our beers, talked a bit more and left for the night. He was a really good guy. “I will make it up to you for your help”, he said. “See you on Monday for the inspection. Good night”. I said it was no problem and I was glad to be of service. I would be having some pleasant dreams this night.
Monday rolled around and the big inspection took place. We did very well and got a great rating. The CO was really pleased. He gave us all an extra day off. We were all very happy with that. The only condition was that no more than two at a time could take the day off. Carl took me aside to talk. “I think you and I should take the same day off”, he told me. “My family home is just over an hour from the base. I’d like to invite you there for a weekend, maybe this weekend. I owe you for helping me out with that ‘thing’ we did and I enjoy your company”.
You could have knocked me over with a feather. Of course I said yes. A week end with Carl! Wow, can it get any better? Well, we will see. We didn’t tell the other two about our plans except that we both wanted to take next Monday off. There was no objection from either of them. They will cover the mail room on Saturday and Monday.

 

[manforme]

When Carl returned a few minutes later he had the tape measure. “I have been trying to get a good read on their size for a while” he told me. Carl went over to the windows and pulled down the shades. He said, “We don’t want anyone to watch us and get the wrong impression. Maybe we best go into the store room for this, just in case. You sure you won’t mind?”. “Heck no” I replied.” I was getting very excited, but tried my best not to show it. I was pretty sure that good ol’ boy was very straight. He was just a trusting soul.
When we went to the store room, Carl removed his tee shirt. I was nearly knocked over when I saw the rest of his upper body. There was another ‘six pack’ for me to drink in! “Let’s get started”, Carl said, and handed me the tape. He started to flex his biceps as hard as he could. “Measure them now Joe, left first” and so I did. I was shaking but tried to keep my composure. “Left is 18 inches, right is 18 and a quarter” I told him. “Damn, I was hoping they were bigger” he said, “ I’ll have to work harder in the next month. The contest is in 5 weeks”. He then asked if I would do some more measuring for him. He inflated his chest and spread his lats. “Measure my chest for me please. Put the tape around at my nipples just under my armpits. I tried to do that but it wouldn’t stay put” he commanded in a nice way. I was now close to ecstasy. Could this actually be happening to me? “48 inches is what I get”, I told him. He seemed pleased with that number.
Next he asked me to measure his waist. This is getting really good, I thought to myself. “I get 31 inches Carl”, I told him. “That’s pretty good”, he said, “but I want to go down one more inch. What do you think? Does it look good to you?” Wow. He wanted my opinion on how he looked. I wanted to say he looked good enough to eat, but I simply told him he looked really good and that his abs were great. “Thanks, I wanted to get the opinion of another guy. That is a tough thing to ask. I appreciate your help a lot”. That was all the measuring for now.
It was getting late so we finished our beers, talked a bit more and left for the night. He was a really good guy. “I will make it up to you for your help”, he said. “See you on Monday for the inspection. Good night”. I said it was no problem and I was glad to be of service. I would be having some pleasant dreams this night.
Monday rolled around and the big inspection took place. We did very well and got a great rating. The CO was really pleased. He gave us all an extra day off. We were all very happy with that. The only condition was that no more than two at a time could take the day off. Carl took me aside to talk. “I think you and I should take the same day off”, he told me. “My family home is just over an hour from the base. I’d like to invite you there for a weekend, maybe this weekend. I owe you for helping me out with that ‘thing’ we did and I enjoy your company”.
You could have knocked me over with a feather. Of course I said yes. A week end with Carl! Wow, can it get any better? Well, we will see. We didn’t tell the other two about our plans except that we both wanted to take next Monday off. There was no objection from either of them. They will cover the mail room on Saturday and Monday.

Chapter 2:
I spent a long week in anticipation of spending time with Carl. At work we acted just like normal, but didn’t mention our upcoming weekend to the others. He told me he would drive us to his family home early Saturday morning. “My dad told me they were going away for the weekend, but we’re welcome to have the run of the house”, Carl told me. He said his parents were sorry they wouldn’t be here to greet me, but they would be back on Monday, and I would meet them.
Carl was in the next barracks building to mine. On Saturday morning I walked over to his building and he met me outside. Carl had a fairly new Mustang convertible, which seemed to fit him very well. It was dark blue with tan leather upholstery. I threw my bag in the trunk and off we went. I was in heaven.
The trip to his house took just over 90 minutes, since we did a pit stop on the way. The day was warm and sunny, but not too hot for June in this part of the world. Our conversation was limited to small talk, but he did fill me in on a few items. He told me his dad was an exec at a local bank in his town, and he is their only son, and he has an older sister who is married, has a toddler son and lives about five hours away. “Our house is not huge” he said, “but we have a large property with a pool”. That information was interesting. I would guess we will be using the pool. “I didn’t bring bathing trunks” I told him. Carl said “Don’t worry, we’ll work something out”. He also told me there are only three bedrooms, his parents’, his and a guest room, but the guest room is in disarray because it is being redone. “Looks like I will be bunking with Carl, I hope” I thought to myself.
“I really appreciate you helping me out with the measurements last week Joe”, Carl said. “I’m hoping to get in some training at home this weekend. I have a little gym in the basement. Maybe you can spot me, and maybe measure again. We missed a few places”. I told him it would be my pleasure (yes it would), but I hope I am strong enough to spot him. ”Don’t worry”, he said, “I won’t be using heavy weights at this point. I am not in the bulking up phase”.
We got to the house about 11 am. It was a very nice home, not a mansion, but pretty large by what I am used to, growing up in a row house in a big city. The layout was what is called ranch style, I think. There was a 2 car garage and a large parking area. “I used to have a dog, a shepherd named ‘Ruffus’, but he died a few months ago”, Carl told me. “I still miss him. He was a great dog. I got him when I was 9”. When he said this, his voice sounded sad. He told me his parents didn’t want another pet just now. We parked the car in the empty spot in the garage, unloaded our bags and went in to the house through the kitchen.
On the refrigerator door there was a note taped from his mom. “Help yourselves boys. There is fresh cooked ham, potato salad, and assorted luncheon meats. There is also fresh bread and plenty of beer. Behave yourselves. I am looking forward to meeting your friend Carl. Love mom”. “Great!”, Carl said, “My mom is a wonderful cook. I’ll have to make the best of this weekend because I‘ll be cutting back on these ‘good’ foods in the next few weeks before the contest”.
We went back to Carl’s room to drop our bags and unpack. His room was pretty big but there was only ONE bed, a king size one. “I guess I’ll be bunking on the couch” I told him. “Heck no! This bed is plenty big enough for us. You’re a little guy and you won’t take up a lot of room” he said. I thought again “how much better can this get?” Carl told me to put my things in the top two drawers of one of the bureaus in the room. “Let’s go get us some chow’, he said.” I’m starved”. Then we went to the kitchen to eat.

 

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Chapter 2:
I spent a long week in anticipation of spending time with Carl. At work we acted just like normal, but didn’t mention our upcoming weekend to the others. He told me he would drive us to his family home early Saturday morning. “My dad told me they were going away for the weekend, but we’re welcome to have the run of the house”, Carl told me. He said his parents were sorry they wouldn’t be here to greet me, but they would be back on Monday, and I would meet them.
Carl was in the next barracks building to mine. On Saturday morning I walked over to his building and he met me outside. Carl had a fairly new Mustang convertible, which seemed to fit him very well. It was dark blue with tan leather upholstery. I threw my bag in the trunk and off we went. I was in heaven.
The trip to his house took just over 90 minutes, since we did a pit stop on the way. The day was warm and sunny, but not too hot for June in this part of the world. Our conversation was limited to small talk, but he did fill me in on a few items. He told me his dad was an exec at a local bank in his town, and he is their only son, and he has an older sister who is married, has a toddler son and lives about five hours away. “Our house is not huge” he said, “but we have a large property with a pool”. That information was interesting. I would guess we will be using the pool. “I didn’t bring bathing trunks” I told him. Carl said “Don’t worry, we’ll work something out”. He also told me there are only three bedrooms, his parents’, his and a guest room, but the guest room is in disarray because it is being redone. “Looks like I will be bunking with Carl, I hope” I thought to myself.
“I really appreciate you helping me out with the measurements last week Joe”, Carl said. “I’m hoping to get in some training at home this weekend. I have a little gym in the basement. Maybe you can spot me, and maybe measure again. We missed a few places”. I told him it would be my pleasure (yes it would), but I hope I am strong enough to spot him. ”Don’t worry”, he said, “I won’t be using heavy weights at this point. I am not in the bulking up phase”.
We got to the house about 11 am. It was a very nice home, not a mansion, but pretty large by what I am used to, growing up in a row house in a big city. The layout was what is called ranch style, I think. There was a 2 car garage and a large parking area. “I used to have a dog, a shepherd named ‘Ruffus’, but he died a few months ago”, Carl told me. “I still miss him. He was a great dog. I got him when I was 9”. When he said this, his voice sounded sad. He told me his parents didn’t want another pet just now. We parked the car in the empty spot in the garage, unloaded our bags and went in to the house through the kitchen.
On the refrigerator door there was a note taped from his mom. “Help yourselves boys. There is fresh cooked ham, potato salad, and assorted luncheon meats. There is also fresh bread and plenty of beer. Behave yourselves. I am looking forward to meeting your friend Carl. Love mom”. “Great!”, Carl said, “My mom is a wonderful cook. I’ll have to make the best of this weekend because I‘ll be cutting back on these ‘good’ foods in the next few weeks before the contest”.
We went back to Carl’s room to drop our bags and unpack. His room was pretty big but there was only ONE bed, a king size one. “I guess I’ll be bunking on the couch” I told him. “Heck no! This bed is plenty big enough for us. You’re a little guy and you won’t take up a lot of room” he said. I thought again “how much better can this get?” Carl told me to put my things in the top two drawers of one of the bureaus in the room. “Let’s go get us some chow’, he said.” I’m starved”. Then we went to the kitchen to eat.

Carl’s appetite is just like him, big. We ate most of the luncheon turkey with milk as a chaser. It was just the right amount for me. We also ate a large bag of potato chips to go with the sandwiches. Carl had three sandwiches, to my one. “After this week I will be eliminating this for a while, so I am going to enjoy it right now” he said. After lunch Carl told me he was tired and wanted to take a nap. “You can too, if you want, or you can watch TV in the family room, walk around the property or just relax. If you are staying awake, give me a call in an hour” he said. I chose the TV option.
I watched a little bit of TV in the family room, but there was not much to choose from on a Saturday afternoon, so I decided to explore their property. I was amazed at how much land they had. Since I grew up in a city, we had next to none. I bet it was well over an acre. There was even a riding mower. The pool was off the back of the house, surrounded by a privacy fence about 6 feet high. The gate was not locked so I went in to the patio. The pool was beautiful and big. A diving board was at one end and at the other was a small area that looked like a kiddie pool, I assumed for the grandson. There was also what looked like a cabana. I guess his dad makes a good living, I thought.
Chapter 3:
About an hour later I saw that Carl was not awake yet, or at least not out of his room. I went to his door, which was open, and saw that he was still sleeping. Carl was on top of the covers and only wearing his white Jockey’s! What a view! I just looked at him for a minute, then I knocked on the open door to wake him. He got up slowly, a bit groggy. “Thanks buddy, that nap hit the spot” he said as he got up. (I noticed a little bit of a ‘stiffy’ in his jockey’s when he stood. He must have been having a good dream). “I think I’ll take a shower to clear my head. Do you want to take one too? The guest suite shower is pretty big.” I thought that this would be a great idea, but I was afraid I might ‘reveal’ my interest in him if I did. It was already difficult right now seeing him in his under wear. Did I mention that his legs were like muscled tree trunks? I didn’t get to see them last Saturday night when I was measuring his upper body. “No, I’m good for now. I’ll wait until you finish” I said. “Are you shy Joe?” he asked, “we’re in the army and used to showering in a group”. I told him that it might just be too small an area. He said it was ok. “I’m not insulted Joe” he laughed.
After his shower Carl showed me around the house and grounds. We toured the rest of the house that I hadn’t seen yet: formal living room, dining room, parents master suite. Then we went to the basement where the laundry was. There was also a game room with a pool table and next to that was Carl’s home gym. He had a weight bench, a pull up bar and a LOT of weights and bars and other things I didn’t know the name of. It looked like he got a lot of use from it. “This is a lot better than at the base”, he said. “There are a lot of guys using the gym there and not enough equipment. I use it just to keep toned when I can. Most of my heavy workouts are done here when I come home on weekends”.
After the tour we sat and talked a bit. He asked if I wanted anything to drink. There was plenty of beer on ice, so I said I would have one. We both had a beer, just one. The house was nice and cool but the weather outside was getting up there. “I say we go out and cool off in the pool, and I can work on my tan too” Carl said. ” I told him “I don’t have swim trunks, remember. “I said we would handle that situation didn’t I” Carl told me.
“Come on out to the pool. We have a cabana where you can get undressed”. I was a bit confused by this but I followed his lead. He was only wearing shorts and a tee shirt after the shower, so I thought he might be swimming in the shorts. I am very sure I could not wear any of his swim suits. Maybe his dad was my size.
When we got in to the cabana Carl stripped down to his birthday suit! I think I got a little bit ‘red’ at this point. “You look like you’re shocked. I’m sure you’ve seen guys naked before” he said. “I always swim like this when I get the chance. It feels really nice. Haven’t you ever skinny dipped?” he asked. I told him that I had not. He coaxed me to try it. Again I was hoping my ‘feelings’ wouldn’t show. He jumped in to the pool and said, “Come on in. The water’s cool but feels great”. Well what could I do? I took off my clothes and jumped in. The water was cool, which helped me stay ‘relaxed’ and it felt real good on my naked skin. I stayed in the shallow end. “I am not a very good swimmer”, I told him. “I never got much practice growing up”. He said “Don’t worry. If you start to drown I’ll save you. I used to be a lifeguard too.” I started to think maybe I should fake drowning. It would be a dream come true to have Carl save me!
He got up on to the diving board and did a few dives. He was VERY good (of course). He swam a few laps while I just kind of tread water. I was able to go a few laps on my back, but got tired quickly. After a while he got out of the pool and what a sight to see! He must have been using the pool quite a lot recently, because his tan line was very defined (like the rest of him). “Have you had enough?” he asked, “I want to work on my tan for a while. Would you mind helping me with putting tanning lotion on?” (Did I say this couldn’t get any better?). “Sure”, I told him. This is another time I will have to control myself. “Just let me get a couple of towels for us to dry off”. I planned to wrap myself in one to hide what I am sure would happen.
I went to the cabana to get the towels and yelled out to him “Where’s the lotion?” “It’s in the cabinet next to the toilet. Bring the bigger one“, he told me, “and please bring me a towel “. When I brought out the towels and lotions he was lying flat on his back on a lounge chair with his dick there, semi erect for the world (and me) to see. This is the first close up look I got of him nude. It was a sight to behold. He had light blond pubic hair also, with the treasure trail up to his navel. He had just enough curly blond hair on his chest to make it even more attractive. I had seen that before of course, but the total package was just beautiful. (I think he knows it too.)

 

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Carl’s appetite is just like him, big. We ate most of the luncheon turkey with milk as a chaser. It was just the right amount for me. We also ate a large bag of potato chips to go with the sandwiches. Carl had three sandwiches, to my one. “After this week I will be eliminating this for a while, so I am going to enjoy it right now” he said. After lunch Carl told me he was tired and wanted to take a nap. “You can too, if you want, or you can watch TV in the family room, walk around the property or just relax. If you are staying awake, give me a call in an hour” he said. I chose the TV option.
I watched a little bit of TV in the family room, but there was not much to choose from on a Saturday afternoon, so I decided to explore their property. I was amazed at how much land they had. Since I grew up in a city, we had next to none. I bet it was well over an acre. There was even a riding mower. The pool was off the back of the house, surrounded by a privacy fence about 6 feet high. The gate was not locked so I went in to the patio. The pool was beautiful and big. A diving board was at one end and at the other was a small area that looked like a kiddie pool, I assumed for the grandson. There was also what looked like a cabana. I guess his dad makes a good living, I thought.
Chapter 3:
About an hour later I saw that Carl was not awake yet, or at least not out of his room. I went to his door, which was open, and saw that he was still sleeping. Carl was on top of the covers and only wearing his white Jockey’s! What a view! I just looked at him for a minute, then I knocked on the open door to wake him. He got up slowly, a bit groggy. “Thanks buddy, that nap hit the spot” he said as he got up. (I noticed a little bit of a ‘stiffy’ in his jockey’s when he stood. He must have been having a good dream). “I think I’ll take a shower to clear my head. Do you want to take one too? The guest suite shower is pretty big.” I thought that this would be a great idea, but I was afraid I might ‘reveal’ my interest in him if I did. It was already difficult right now seeing him in his under wear. Did I mention that his legs were like muscled tree trunks? I didn’t get to see them last Saturday night when I was measuring his upper body. “No, I’m good for now. I’ll wait until you finish” I said. “Are you shy Joe?” he asked, “we’re in the army and used to showering in a group”. I told him that it might just be too small an area. He said it was ok. “I’m not insulted Joe” he laughed.
After his shower Carl showed me around the house and grounds. We toured the rest of the house that I hadn’t seen yet: formal living room, dining room, parents master suite. Then we went to the basement where the laundry was. There was also a game room with a pool table and next to that was Carl’s home gym. He had a weight bench, a pull up bar and a LOT of weights and bars and other things I didn’t know the name of. It looked like he got a lot of use from it. “This is a lot better than at the base”, he said. “There are a lot of guys using the gym there and not enough equipment. I use it just to keep toned when I can. Most of my heavy workouts are done here when I come home on weekends”.
After the tour we sat and talked a bit. He asked if I wanted anything to drink. There was plenty of beer on ice, so I said I would have one. We both had a beer, just one. The house was nice and cool but the weather outside was getting up there. “I say we go out and cool off in the pool, and I can work on my tan too” Carl said. ” I told him “I don’t have swim trunks, remember. “I said we would handle that situation didn’t I” Carl told me.
“Come on out to the pool. We have a cabana where you can get undressed”. I was a bit confused by this but I followed his lead. He was only wearing shorts and a tee shirt after the shower, so I thought he might be swimming in the shorts. I am very sure I could not wear any of his swim suits. Maybe his dad was my size.
When we got in to the cabana Carl stripped down to his birthday suit! I think I got a little bit ‘red’ at this point. “You look like you’re shocked. I’m sure you’ve seen guys naked before” he said. “I always swim like this when I get the chance. It feels really nice. Haven’t you ever skinny dipped?” he asked. I told him that I had not. He coaxed me to try it. Again I was hoping my ‘feelings’ wouldn’t show. He jumped in to the pool and said, “Come on in. The water’s cool but feels great”. Well what could I do? I took off my clothes and jumped in. The water was cool, which helped me stay ‘relaxed’ and it felt real good on my naked skin. I stayed in the shallow end. “I am not a very good swimmer”, I told him. “I never got much practice growing up”. He said “Don’t worry. If you start to drown I’ll save you. I used to be a lifeguard too.” I started to think maybe I should fake drowning. It would be a dream come true to have Carl save me!
He got up on to the diving board and did a few dives. He was VERY good (of course). He swam a few laps while I just kind of tread water. I was able to go a few laps on my back, but got tired quickly. After a while he got out of the pool and what a sight to see! He must have been using the pool quite a lot recently, because his tan line was very defined (like the rest of him). “Have you had enough?” he asked, “I want to work on my tan for a while. Would you mind helping me with putting tanning lotion on?” (Did I say this couldn’t get any better?). “Sure”, I told him. This is another time I will have to control myself. “Just let me get a couple of towels for us to dry off”. I planned to wrap myself in one to hide what I am sure would happen.
I went to the cabana to get the towels and yelled out to him “Where’s the lotion?” “It’s in the cabinet next to the toilet. Bring the bigger one“, he told me, “and please bring me a towel “. When I brought out the towels and lotions he was lying flat on his back on a lounge chair with his dick there, semi erect for the world (and me) to see. This is the first close up look I got of him nude. It was a sight to behold. He had light blond pubic hair also, with the treasure trail up to his navel. He had just enough curly blond hair on his chest to make it even more attractive. I had seen that before of course, but the total package was just beautiful. (I think he knows it too.)

Chapter 4:
I sat on the lounge next to him, with my towel wrapped around my waist. “Where do you want me to put the lotion”, I asked him? “I can do my arms and the front of my legs pretty well, but I need help with every place else. The tan has to be very even for the contest. Are you sure you’re OK doing this? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” I told him it would be my pleasure if he was OK with me doing it. (It sure would be my pleasure.) “My ex girlfriend used to do this for me”, he told me,” but since we broke up two months ago I’ve had to manage on my own. My mom offered, but I felt weird about that. I really appreciate this. I better do you too after you are done with me. You look like you are already turning red”. (I am sure I was, but I think it might not have been the sun that was causing that.)
He got up and dried himself off with the towel, then laid the towel on the lounge and got down on his stomach. “Best start with my back side” he said. I now got a great ‘rear view’ which was just as fantastic as the rest of him. His glutes were round and firm. I could not wait to get down to that area. I started with the back of his neck, then his shoulders (which were very well developed). “That feels real good”, he told me, “you have a nice touch Joe. I might ask you for a shoulder massage later after I work out a bit”. (Am I dreaming? I must be.) I worked my way down his back spreading the lotion evenly. Carl let out a quiet moan. I’m pretty sure he didn’t think I heard him. When I got to his waist area I asked if I was doing a good job. “Heck yeah, I might hire you full time”, he laughed. At the waist area I stopped. I was about to go to the back of his legs when he said “put some lotion on my butt too. I want the tan to go all the way since I’ll be wearing those teeny posing trunks on stage. I have been wearing regular swim trunks and the tan line would be off elsewise”. “OK” I told him, “if you don’t mind a guy touching your ass ha ha.” Carl told me “Nah. It is important that the tan is good. If you don’t mind, I don’t either”.
So on I went with the lotion on his butt. I was really enjoying this, I don’t mind telling you. “Hey, that feels REAL good Joe. I never had anyone touch me like that there” he said. “very nice”, he moaned, as I snuck a little lotion between his upper thighs in to a very sensitive area. He didn’t object. I finished up with his butt and started on the back of his legs. They were just as muscular as the front. His calves WERE as big as my thigh, I’m sure. They were very well defined and hard muscled. Unlike many bodybuilders, Carl did NOT neglect his legs. I think it also might be genetic.
“Well I guess I am done with you on this side. Do you want me to do your front too? You should be able to handle that yourself”, I told him. “No way man. You are doing a great job. Why stop now?” he said. Carl rolled over on to his back and exposed the most gorgeous hard on I had ever seen (though I had seen only a few in my life besides my own). “Sorry about that Joe. I guess I didn’t realize how much I was enjoying this!” he said. “Do you still want to continue?” I said sure, if he wanted.
So I started at the top above his huge pecs and worked my way down. He moaned again when I got to his nipples. I lingered there a while and he didn’t object, again. I worked extra good on his abs and he seemed to enjoy that too. His hard on had gone a bit soft now, so I was a bit less excited myself. At the groin area he again told me to put the lotion on there to keep the tan line lower. As I got lower, his dick began to stiffen up again! “Oops” he said, ”There it goes again. I’m embarrassed”. I told him it was only natural (I know MINE was hard as it could get under the towel) and not to apologize. I went below and started on his huge thighs at the top and worked my way down to his feet. “Don’t forget my feet buddy” he said, “They’ll show on stage too”. I spent time putting the lotion on has size 10 feet (I had never noticed a guy’s feet before. Even his feet were sexy! When I was done Carl said to me, “now it’s your turn Joe”.

 

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Chapter 4:
I sat on the lounge next to him, with my towel wrapped around my waist. “Where do you want me to put the lotion”, I asked him? “I can do my arms and the front of my legs pretty well, but I need help with every place else. The tan has to be very even for the contest. Are you sure you’re OK doing this? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” I told him it would be my pleasure if he was OK with me doing it. (It sure would be my pleasure.) “My ex girlfriend used to do this for me”, he told me,” but since we broke up two months ago I’ve had to manage on my own. My mom offered, but I felt weird about that. I really appreciate this. I better do you too after you are done with me. You look like you are already turning red”. (I am sure I was, but I think it might not have been the sun that was causing that.)
He got up and dried himself off with the towel, then laid the towel on the lounge and got down on his stomach. “Best start with my back side” he said. I now got a great ‘rear view’ which was just as fantastic as the rest of him. His glutes were round and firm. I could not wait to get down to that area. I started with the back of his neck, then his shoulders (which were very well developed). “That feels real good”, he told me, “you have a nice touch Joe. I might ask you for a shoulder massage later after I work out a bit”. (Am I dreaming? I must be.) I worked my way down his back spreading the lotion evenly. Carl let out a quiet moan. I’m pretty sure he didn’t think I heard him. When I got to his waist area I asked if I was doing a good job. “Heck yeah, I might hire you full time”, he laughed. At the waist area I stopped. I was about to go to the back of his legs when he said “put some lotion on my butt too. I want the tan to go all the way since I’ll be wearing those teeny posing trunks on stage. I have been wearing regular swim trunks and the tan line would be off elsewise”. “OK” I told him, “if you don’t mind a guy touching your ass ha ha.” Carl told me “Nah. It is important that the tan is good. If you don’t mind, I don’t either”.
So on I went with the lotion on his butt. I was really enjoying this, I don’t mind telling you. “Hey, that feels REAL good Joe. I never had anyone touch me like that there” he said. “very nice”, he moaned, as I snuck a little lotion between his upper thighs in to a very sensitive area. He didn’t object. I finished up with his butt and started on the back of his legs. They were just as muscular as the front. His calves WERE as big as my thigh, I’m sure. They were very well defined and hard muscled. Unlike many bodybuilders, Carl did NOT neglect his legs. I think it also might be genetic.
“Well I guess I am done with you on this side. Do you want me to do your front too? You should be able to handle that yourself”, I told him. “No way man. You are doing a great job. Why stop now?” he said. Carl rolled over on to his back and exposed the most gorgeous hard on I had ever seen (though I had seen only a few in my life besides my own). “Sorry about that Joe. I guess I didn’t realize how much I was enjoying this!” he said. “Do you still want to continue?” I said sure, if he wanted.
So I started at the top above his huge pecs and worked my way down. He moaned again when I got to his nipples. I lingered there a while and he didn’t object, again. I worked extra good on his abs and he seemed to enjoy that too. His hard on had gone a bit soft now, so I was a bit less excited myself. At the groin area he again told me to put the lotion on there to keep the tan line lower. As I got lower, his dick began to stiffen up again! “Oops” he said, ”There it goes again. I’m embarrassed”. I told him it was only natural (I know MINE was hard as it could get under the towel) and not to apologize. I went below and started on his huge thighs at the top and worked my way down to his feet. “Don’t forget my feet buddy” he said, “They’ll show on stage too”. I spent time putting the lotion on has size 10 feet (I had never noticed a guy’s feet before. Even his feet were sexy! When I was done Carl said to me, “now it’s your turn Joe”.

Chapter 5:
“Where do you want me to start Joe? Front or back?”, he asked me. I told him back first. I was really looking forward to feeling has strong hands on me. Just as I did with him, he started at my neck. He applied the lotion gently but he also did a bit of a mild massage. He followed with my shoulders and back. At the time I had more of a pink glow than tan! He worked his way down my back, gently massaging as he worked in the lotion. I began to moan a bit. “You seem to be enjoying this as much as I did” he told me. “Yes I am. It is sure a different thing for me”, I said. When he got to my waist he asked if I wanted lotion on my buttocks too. “Why not? Who knows when I’ll be out in the sun naked again” I told him. As he put the lotion on me he massaged again, but a bit more firmly than he had been. I’m sure it was deliberate. My moans became more pronounced and I am sure I would not be able to hide my pleasure when I turned over. He finished my butt and started on my legs. He definitely put lotion between my thighs and definitely handled my “G” spot. “I thought you might like that Joe” he told me, as I really moaned. He finished up with the back of my much less muscular legs. “You are pretty well defined Joe, for someone who doesn’t work out. I’m going to have to coach you, I think I’d enjoy that” Carl told me. At the time I was about 5’5” and 130 pounds give or take.
When He told me to roll on to my back it was very obvious that I was enjoying this. “You look like you got an ‘oops’ too” he said when he saw my boner. “No sweat, it is normal, right?” As I had before, he started at my neck and pecs (what there was of them). He seemed to linger at my nipples which once again elicited a moan from me. “You like that too don’t you”, he said. YES, I said. I told him (dishonestly) that I didn’t think being touched by another guy would cause this pleasure. “Neither did I. It’s all new to me” he said (honestly, I believed him). As he got to my groin area he hesitated. I said if you are not comfortable there just skip it and put lotion on my legs. He did skip it, but I think he was curious. I was a bit disappointed of course.
After the lotion was done being applied we both lay out in the sun for a while just relaxing. I don’t know for sure what Carl was thinking, but I KNOW what I was thinking about. As the sun started to get lower Carl suggested that we go back in to the house and get cleaned up before we ate that delicious ham his mom had made. Again we showered separately and then got dressed. Both of us were dressed just in shorts & Tees.
Chapter 6:
It was about 5pm when we sat down to eat. His mom really is a good cook. I can attest to that. It was one of the best hams I ever had and the potato salad was excellent. Once again Carl ate way more than me. “I’m going to skip the beer with dinner. I want to get in a workout tonight. We can drink after that. Are you still up for spotting me Joe?” Carl asked. I told him I was very willing to help him and I hoped I would be useful. “I’m sure you’ll be very useful Joe” he told me. When we finished our meal we again sat and talked a while, not mentioning the sun tan lotion episode. Carl turned on the TV to catch a bit of a game, but he didn’t seem too interested.
At about 6:30 Carl said “I think I am ready to lift a few pounds now. Are you ready Joe? I can also coach you if you want to try lifting a bit”. I told him that’d be great.” I have always been a bit self-conscious about my skinny body”, I told him. He said “Don’t be. You have a nice body. Not too muscled but good definition. I can help you grow a bit if you want”. And after the workout, would you mind measuring me again. I want to see what they are after a ‘pump’. Then we went down to the weight room / gym, in the basement.
Carl removed his tee shirt. “I am just going to do some bench presses with light weight to begin. Let’s start with 120 pounds”. I thought to myself “That is light?” We loaded up the bar and put it on the rack over the bench. Then he got in position under it. “Just stand behind me and hold the bar. Don’t do anything to help me. Just be there for me” he said. He started to press out 3 sets of 8 reps, he told me. Near the end of the third set he got a bit tired and asked me to assist him, which I did. “That was pretty good Joe. I could tell I was a bit weak at the end. Tomorrow I’ll have to be better. Then he stood up and did curls with the same 100 pounds. Once again he asked me to just put my hands on the bar in case he started to ‘fail’. All went well. He did some dumbbell curls with 50 pounders. Next he did about 100 crunches (as he called them) and finally about 50 pushups. “That will do it for me tonight. Now I’ll show you how to do some lifts” he said.
Carl told me to lay on the bench with my head near the top under where the barbell would be. “We’ll start with 50 pounds. Do you think you can handle that?” he asked. I said I probably could and then we started. I grabbed the barbell and did as I saw him do, lowering it to my chest. It was heavy but I managed pretty well. After the first set of 8 he said, “Joe you are a natural. You have good form for a beginner. You’ll be Mr. America, short division, in no time”. I was real pleased at that. I did 2 more sets and then he had me do curls with 40 pounds. I was ok with that also. Lastly he got me 2 dumbbells with 25 pounds each. They were a bit more difficult. He could tell I was struggling and he helped me by putting his hand over mine as I did the work. That felt so good.
He told me, “I want you to do another set of bench presses, but with less weight this time. It will give you a better feel for the exercise” So I got down again on the bench in the same position. He put 40 pounds on the bar. I reached up and grabbed the bar and did 8 reps. “Your form is looking real good Joe. Keep it up. I’m here for you”, he said. As I was about to do the next set I noticed a definite bulge in Carl’s shorts. I wondered what was up with that. I would find out later! After my third set we put everything back where it belonged. (he is very neat). “You’re off to a good start Joe. I’ll have you become a gym rat in no time. Now we can do the measuring again, if you don’t mind. I told him it would be fine.
He removed his shorts and just had on his white jockey’s now. First I measured his arms. He flexed his biceps hard. ( I wanted to kiss them!). Now both were 18 and a half. He was very pleased. The chest measure was the same, 48, as was the waist. I asked if that was all he needed and he asked if I would measure his legs. “I always have trouble getting an accurate read” he told me. “Put the tape near the top of my thigh” he asked. As I did, I accidentally (?) brushed against his balls. I apologized, but he said not to worry, and he was smiling. His thighs measured 27 Inches! My waist was only 28. I then did his calves. They measured 17”. Carl seemed pleased with all the numbers. I also think I saw another semi erection going on when we were done.

 

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Chapter 5:
“Where do you want me to start Joe? Front or back?”, he asked me. I told him back first. I was really looking forward to feeling has strong hands on me. Just as I did with him, he started at my neck. He applied the lotion gently but he also did a bit of a mild massage. He followed with my shoulders and back. At the time I had more of a pink glow than tan! He worked his way down my back, gently massaging as he worked in the lotion. I began to moan a bit. “You seem to be enjoying this as much as I did” he told me. “Yes I am. It is sure a different thing for me”, I said. When he got to my waist he asked if I wanted lotion on my buttocks too. “Why not? Who knows when I’ll be out in the sun naked again” I told him. As he put the lotion on me he massaged again, but a bit more firmly than he had been. I’m sure it was deliberate. My moans became more pronounced and I am sure I would not be able to hide my pleasure when I turned over. He finished my butt and started on my legs. He definitely put lotion between my thighs and definitely handled my “G” spot. “I thought you might like that Joe” he told me, as I really moaned. He finished up with the back of my much less muscular legs. “You are pretty well defined Joe, for someone who doesn’t work out. I’m going to have to coach you, I think I’d enjoy that” Carl told me. At the time I was about 5’5” and 130 pounds give or take.
When He told me to roll on to my back it was very obvious that I was enjoying this. “You look like you got an ‘oops’ too” he said when he saw my boner. “No sweat, it is normal, right?” As I had before, he started at my neck and pecs (what there was of them). He seemed to linger at my nipples which once again elicited a moan from me. “You like that too don’t you”, he said. YES, I said. I told him (dishonestly) that I didn’t think being touched by another guy would cause this pleasure. “Neither did I. It’s all new to me” he said (honestly, I believed him). As he got to my groin area he hesitated. I said if you are not comfortable there just skip it and put lotion on my legs. He did skip it, but I think he was curious. I was a bit disappointed of course.
After the lotion was done being applied we both lay out in the sun for a while just relaxing. I don’t know for sure what Carl was thinking, but I KNOW what I was thinking about. As the sun started to get lower Carl suggested that we go back in to the house and get cleaned up before we ate that delicious ham his mom had made. Again we showered separately and then got dressed. Both of us were dressed just in shorts & Tees.
Chapter 6:
It was about 5pm when we sat down to eat. His mom really is a good cook. I can attest to that. It was one of the best hams I ever had and the potato salad was excellent. Once again Carl ate way more than me. “I’m going to skip the beer with dinner. I want to get in a workout tonight. We can drink after that. Are you still up for spotting me Joe?” Carl asked. I told him I was very willing to help him and I hoped I would be useful. “I’m sure you’ll be very useful Joe” he told me. When we finished our meal we again sat and talked a while, not mentioning the sun tan lotion episode. Carl turned on the TV to catch a bit of a game, but he didn’t seem too interested.
At about 6:30 Carl said “I think I am ready to lift a few pounds now. Are you ready Joe? I can also coach you if you want to try lifting a bit”. I told him that’d be great.” I have always been a bit self-conscious about my skinny body”, I told him. He said “Don’t be. You have a nice body. Not too muscled but good definition. I can help you grow a bit if you want”. And after the workout, would you mind measuring me again. I want to see what they are after a ‘pump’. Then we went down to the weight room / gym, in the basement.
Carl removed his tee shirt. “I am just going to do some bench presses with light weight to begin. Let’s start with 120 pounds”. I thought to myself “That is light?” We loaded up the bar and put it on the rack over the bench. Then he got in position under it. “Just stand behind me and hold the bar. Don’t do anything to help me. Just be there for me” he said. He started to press out 3 sets of 8 reps, he told me. Near the end of the third set he got a bit tired and asked me to assist him, which I did. “That was pretty good Joe. I could tell I was a bit weak at the end. Tomorrow I’ll have to be better. Then he stood up and did curls with the same 100 pounds. Once again he asked me to just put my hands on the bar in case he started to ‘fail’. All went well. He did some dumbbell curls with 50 pounders. Next he did about 100 crunches (as he called them) and finally about 50 pushups. “That will do it for me tonight. Now I’ll show you how to do some lifts” he said.
Carl told me to lay on the bench with my head near the top under where the barbell would be. “We’ll start with 50 pounds. Do you think you can handle that?” he asked. I said I probably could and then we started. I grabbed the barbell and did as I saw him do, lowering it to my chest. It was heavy but I managed pretty well. After the first set of 8 he said, “Joe you are a natural. You have good form for a beginner. You’ll be Mr. America, short division, in no time”. I was real pleased at that. I did 2 more sets and then he had me do curls with 40 pounds. I was ok with that also. Lastly he got me 2 dumbbells with 25 pounds each. They were a bit more difficult. He could tell I was struggling and he helped me by putting his hand over mine as I did the work. That felt so good.
He told me, “I want you to do another set of bench presses, but with less weight this time. It will give you a better feel for the exercise” So I got down again on the bench in the same position. He put 40 pounds on the bar. I reached up and grabbed the bar and did 8 reps. “Your form is looking real good Joe. Keep it up. I’m here for you”, he said. As I was about to do the next set I noticed a definite bulge in Carl’s shorts. I wondered what was up with that. I would find out later! After my third set we put everything back where it belonged. (he is very neat). “You’re off to a good start Joe. I’ll have you become a gym rat in no time. Now we can do the measuring again, if you don’t mind. I told him it would be fine.
He removed his shorts and just had on his white jockey’s now. First I measured his arms. He flexed his biceps hard. ( I wanted to kiss them!). Now both were 18 and a half. He was very pleased. The chest measure was the same, 48, as was the waist. I asked if that was all he needed and he asked if I would measure his legs. “I always have trouble getting an accurate read” he told me. “Put the tape near the top of my thigh” he asked. As I did, I accidentally (?) brushed against his balls. I apologized, but he said not to worry, and he was smiling. His thighs measured 27 Inches! My waist was only 28. I then did his calves. They measured 17”. Carl seemed pleased with all the numbers. I also think I saw another semi erection going on when we were done.

 

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Chapter 8:
Sunday morning rolled around. I think it was around 7 am when I woke up, with Carl still holding me, “This is all a dream”, I was thinking, “it can’t be real”, but it was. To make things really exciting, I KNEW Carl had a boner! As I stirred awake and moved a little, Carl woke up too. When he realized what happened he was very apologetic to me. I told him, “Please don’t say you’re sorry Carl. I am just fine. Actually, I thought it was really nice how we slept”. He was still a little awkward, especially knowing he had that boner and that I saw it. “Carl, you must know that I like you very much. I know you are not gay, but I think you might like a little bit of affection right now. I am very willing to show you some, if you would like”. He smiled and gave me a hug.
“Joe, I kind of noticed how you have looked at me over the last couple of months working together. We hit it off real good right from the start” he told me. “When we got to work alone together last week, I used the opportunity to show off a bit in hopes that you would appreciate my bod. When you brought up how you admired muscles is when I knew you might be a good buddy for me. After we put the lotion on yesterday, I was sure”. He continued to say that he was, indeed, not gay, but he might be open to being very friendly with a guy who appreciated him. “What do you say? Do you want to help me out with this?” He then removed his jockeys and exposed that beautiful boner. You know damn well I will, buddy” I gasped.
Well in my wildest dreams, this WAS a dream come true. Never have I done, for real, what I was about to do with a muscular man like Carl! I nearly blew my own load in anticipation. “Joe, buddy, here it is for your pleasure” he said, “make me feel good and I’ll make YOU feel good too”. I lied and told him I never did give a BJ before, but I have imagined it for years. “ I sure hope I please you Carl”, I told him. “Somehow I am sure you will” he told me. Then I got to work on him.
I began by caressing his cock gently in my hands and licking the tip and blowing on it. That got him moaning already! Then I started to take it in after a few minutes of teasing him. More moaning! It was just so big I was afraid I couldn’t take it all, but I was sure going to try. He was lying on his back with his massive legs spread around me as I knelt between them. As I went up and down with my mouth he started to gently thrust his hips up and down, but not too wildly. I could tell he was really enjoying it. “You sure have the magic touch buddy” he said, “you really do”. I kept going up and down taking it in down to the root. I am sure it was at least 8 inches and very big around. My mouth was filled with his manhood. We kept at this for at least ten minutes. I could tell he was about to explode, but I kept going. POW!, he filled my mouth with his cum. I was not expecting that, but I liked it. I even swallowed some of his semen. It tasted pretty good. When we were settled down, he sat up and said “WHEW man! That was unfucking believable Joe. I’m real sorry I came in your mouth, but I couldn’t control it. Are you sure you never did it before? I never had one that good from a girl. I might go gay!” Then he pulled me over to him and he kissed me on the cheek! “You deserve that kiss and some pleasure from me” he told me. “How can I make YOU feel good? I I can’t blow you but I’m up for most everything else”. I didn’t tell him about my time with Ken. I wanted him to think he was my first.
I said “Carl you have no idea how good I feel right now, but I will give you some ideas how you can make me feel as good as you do now”. I told him I wanted him to do his posing routine for me, in the nude, with a boner, if possible. He was game for that. “Hell yes, I’ll do that for you buddy. It will also give me a chance to practice my routine. Is that all you want?”. I told him that I wanted to put my hands all over him while he flexed and posed. “I want to worship your beautiful body Carl. Then I want you to caress me with your big arms and wrap me up in them. Will you do that for me?” He told me it would be his pleasure and he said he would give me a gentle massage all over while I jerked off. He must have known exactly what I wanted.
We waited a short while to let Carl recharge. When he was ready he started his routine. He did a lot of verbal while he posed asking how I liked his muscles, dominating me. He knew how much I liked them just by the way I was touching and kissing them. He flexed his biceps and I felt and kissed them, “Yeah, that’s it buddy. Worship those muscles. You know you want to” he said, and I did. I ran my hands down his lats to his waist. I kissed his wonderful ass. I even fingered his hole carefully, to see if he liked that. He did! I caressed his massive legs and kissed them too. I went around front and found that he had ‘recharged’. I stood up and kissed him on the lips and kissed his neck, nibbled his ears, played with his nipples. “You really know how to make a guy feel good Joe. My ex never did anything like this with me. You got me hard again FAST”.
He went through his whole routine and I loved every minute of it. When he finished I asked him to lay on the bed with me and run his hands all over me. He did that for me, slowly and sensually . My boner was about to explode without ANY assistance, but he finally put his hand at my scrotum and I let go! Some of my cum hit him. Some looked like it might have hit the ceiling. “How long have you been storing that up Joe? It was like a volcano” he said to me. I told him it was a LONG time that I had dreamed of something like this happening. Then I took care of him again and it was even BETTER the second time.
Now I was exhausted. “Joe, let’s you and me take a shower now, together. There is plenty of room and I am SURE you are not shy now”, he said. “We can give each other a good lathering up. What do you say?” Then he kissed me again, gently, on the cheek. Wild horses couldn’t keep me away from that shower! After that we got dressed and ate breakfast. We spent the rest of the day like we had yesterday, but with the addition of this morning’s pleasures. That night there was no sleeping apart!

 

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Chapter 8:
Sunday morning rolled around. I think it was around 7 am when I woke up, with Carl still holding me, “This is all a dream”, I was thinking, “it can’t be real”, but it was. To make things really exciting, I KNEW Carl had a boner! As I stirred awake and moved a little, Carl woke up too. When he realized what happened he was very apologetic to me. I told him, “Please don’t say you’re sorry Carl. I am just fine. Actually, I thought it was really nice how we slept”. He was still a little awkward, especially knowing he had that boner and that I saw it. “Carl, you must know that I like you very much. I know you are not gay, but I think you might like a little bit of affection right now. I am very willing to show you some, if you would like”. He smiled and gave me a hug.
“Joe, I kind of noticed how you have looked at me over the last couple of months working together. We hit it off real good right from the start” he told me. “When we got to work alone together last week, I used the opportunity to show off a bit in hopes that you would appreciate my bod. When you brought up how you admired muscles is when I knew you might be a good buddy for me. After we put the lotion on yesterday, I was sure”. He continued to say that he was, indeed, not gay, but he might be open to being very friendly with a guy who appreciated him. “What do you say? Do you want to help me out with this?” He then removed his jockeys and exposed that beautiful boner. You know damn well I will, buddy” I gasped.
Well in my wildest dreams, this WAS a dream come true. Never have I done, for real, what I was about to do with a muscular man like Carl! I nearly blew my own load in anticipation. “Joe, buddy, here it is for your pleasure” he said, “make me feel good and I’ll make YOU feel good too”. I lied and told him I never did give a BJ before, but I have imagined it for years. “ I sure hope I please you Carl”, I told him. “Somehow I am sure you will” he told me. Then I got to work on him.
I began by caressing his cock gently in my hands and licking the tip and blowing on it. That got him moaning already! Then I started to take it in after a few minutes of teasing him. More moaning! It was just so big I was afraid I couldn’t take it all, but I was sure going to try. He was lying on his back with his massive legs spread around me as I knelt between them. As I went up and down with my mouth he started to gently thrust his hips up and down, but not too wildly. I could tell he was really enjoying it. “You sure have the magic touch buddy” he said, “you really do”. I kept going up and down taking it in down to the root. I am sure it was at least 8 inches and very big around. My mouth was filled with his manhood. We kept at this for at least ten minutes. I could tell he was about to explode, but I kept going. POW!, he filled my mouth with his cum. I was not expecting that, but I liked it. I even swallowed some of his semen. It tasted pretty good. When we were settled down, he sat up and said “WHEW man! That was unfucking believable Joe. I’m real sorry I came in your mouth, but I couldn’t control it. Are you sure you never did it before? I never had one that good from a girl. I might go gay!” Then he pulled me over to him and he kissed me on the cheek! “You deserve that kiss and some pleasure from me” he told me. “How can I make YOU feel good? I I can’t blow you but I’m up for most everything else”. I didn’t tell him about my time with Ken. I wanted him to think he was my first.
I said “Carl you have no idea how good I feel right now, but I will give you some ideas how you can make me feel as good as you do now”. I told him I wanted him to do his posing routine for me, in the nude, with a boner, if possible. He was game for that. “Hell yes, I’ll do that for you buddy. It will also give me a chance to practice my routine. Is that all you want?”. I told him that I wanted to put my hands all over him while he flexed and posed. “I want to worship your beautiful body Carl. Then I want you to caress me with your big arms and wrap me up in them. Will you do that for me?” He told me it would be his pleasure and he said he would give me a gentle massage all over while I jerked off. He must have known exactly what I wanted.
We waited a short while to let Carl recharge. When he was ready he started his routine. He did a lot of verbal while he posed asking how I liked his muscles, dominating me. He knew how much I liked them just by the way I was touching and kissing them. He flexed his biceps and I felt and kissed them, “Yeah, that’s it buddy. Worship those muscles. You know you want to” he said, and I did. I ran my hands down his lats to his waist. I kissed his wonderful ass. I even fingered his hole carefully, to see if he liked that. He did! I caressed his massive legs and kissed them too. I went around front and found that he had ‘recharged’. I stood up and kissed him on the lips and kissed his neck, nibbled his ears, played with his nipples. “You really know how to make a guy feel good Joe. My ex never did anything like this with me. You got me hard again FAST”.
He went through his whole routine and I loved every minute of it. When he finished I asked him to lay on the bed with me and run his hands all over me. He did that for me, slowly and sensually . My boner was about to explode without ANY assistance, but he finally put his hand at my scrotum and I let go! Some of my cum hit him. Some looked like it might have hit the ceiling. “How long have you been storing that up Joe? It was like a volcano” he said to me. I told him it was a LONG time that I had dreamed of something like this happening. Then I took care of him again and it was even BETTER the second time.
Now I was exhausted. “Joe, let’s you and me take a shower now, together. There is plenty of room and I am SURE you are not shy now”, he said. “We can give each other a good lathering up. What do you say?” Then he kissed me again, gently, on the cheek. Wild horses couldn’t keep me away from that shower! After that we got dressed and ate breakfast. We spent the rest of the day like we had yesterday, but with the addition of this morning’s pleasures. That night there was no sleeping apart!

Chapter 9:
Sunday had been another great day, but now Monday morning came around. Carl & I fooled around a little before our shower together. This was getting to be a nice habit he said. We had a small breakfast of eggs & ham (Carl only ate the egg white part, and had 3 pieces of dry toast. He started his training diet today). “I’ll be glad when I can eat big meals again” he said, ”only 4 more weeks to go till the contest. Novice Mr Georgia”. We cleaned up our mess in the kitchen before Carl’s mom & dad got home. They arrived at @ 11 am.
“Well Joe, I am SO pleased to meet you. Carl doesn’t bring us much company usually” she said with a sweet Southern Drawl. “Hello sweetie. How is my big boy” she said to Carl as he pecked her on the cheek. “Did you boys have an enjoyable weekend here? I hope you ate well”. I told her we had a REALLY good weekend. We lounged by the pool, ate her delicious food, drank some beer and shot the breeze, and a few other entertaining things!
“Carl, why don’t you go out and help your daddy with our bags?” she asked Carl. When he left she took me aside and said softly, “ I am so glad you came home with Carl. He has been very depressed in the last few weeks. I know it is his break up and the loss of “Ruffus’ that caused it. He seems MUCH happier and contented now. Thank you”. I said “It is my pleasure. Carl and I get along real well. We really enjoy each other’s company. He has even asked me to go with him to the contest”. “That is wonderful Joe. We are disappointed that we won’t be there for him, but the scheduling is bad. We have to go up that weekend to his sister and help her to pack to come here with her boy. Her husband is being deployed and she wants to stay here while he is overseas”. (So that is the reason the guest room was being redone). Carl and his dad came in then and he introduced me to his dad. Carl’s dad was an older version of him. He was very friendly too.
We loaded up Carl’s Mustang around 2pm, said our goodbyes and returned to the base. Along the way we stopped for lunch. I think I ate more than he did. Poor Carl, he loves to eat. This is going to be a long stretch. We got back to base around 5 pm. Carl dropped me near my barracks. He said “goodbye Joe. See you in the mailroom tomorrow.”, and drove off. I sure as hell would remember this weekend for a long time.
Chapter 10:
The weeks went by. Carl and I didn’t let on how close we had become. Everything was normal at work as far as others knew. I went back to my normal after work routine and so did Carl. We had our small talk, of course and when we were alone he would talk about the upcoming contest. He told me he made reservation for the weekend and that he would drive us there, if I still wanted to go. Nothing could have kept me away. I already got the time off from the 1st sergeant. Carl’s diet was starting to show. His face was getting sharper from weight loss and when he took off his tee, it showed in his torso. He was LOOKING GOOD. “Man, I’ll be so happy when I can eat a real meal again” he complained. The other 2 guys knew about his contest and told him he looked like he would ‘kick ass’ and wished him good luck. The days went by slowly until the big weekend came up. We planned to meet at his barracks again.
After work on Friday we got into Carl’s Mustang and drove the 3 hours to Atlanta with the top down. The show / contest was taking place in a suburban auditorium. I could tell that Carl was nervous and I did all I could to encourage him and keep him focused as we drove. As we pulled in to the parking lot of the motel, I could see he was really anxious. “Don’t worry Carl. I’ll get you through this” I told him. “I’m here for you”. We unloaded our bags and checked in.
The room was very nice with 2 double beds. Carl picked the one closest to the bathroom. I took the one facing the TV. “Well here we are. Do you want to get a bite?” I asked. “Sure. If I don’t I might pass out. Will you catch me if I do” he asked. “I’ll do ANYTHING you need Carl” was my reply.
There was a small restaurant next door so we walked there. I had a club sandwich and salad and a beverage. Carl ordered boiled chicken, green beans and a salad, dressing on the side. He had water. I could tell he wasn’t too thrilled. “Tomorrow night you can splurge and eat like you want to. Maybe even desert” I said. He gave me one of his big patented smiles then. I knew he’d be ok now.
Back at the room it was now about 6pm. The motel had a small workout room and Carl took advantage of that for about an hour. I kept him company on the treadmill. When he was done he said “Let’s go back and chill. Maybe watch some TV. It will distract me”. When we got back to the room he went in to the bathroom, brushed his teeth (he is very careful with his teeth), came back out and removed his shirt. He WAS looking very good, I must say. I thought he’d be tough to beat, and I told him so. “Thanks Joe. I am so glad you’re here with me. I really don’t know what to expect tomorrow”, he told me. “Lets turn on the TV and see what’s on”
We found something to watch. A sitcom, I think. Carl put his head on the pillow and fell asleep in a few minutes. He hadn’t taken off his shoes or pants and he hadn’t showered. I wasn’t sure if I should wake him. I thought I would just let him be. I removed his loafers and socks, and removed his shorts. Before he laid down he had removed his sweaty t-shirt. He was like a beautiful angel lying there. I really wanted to ‘be’ with him, but I knew that it would not be helpful for tomorrow. What I did was get undressed myself and lay down next to him, close, but no ‘fun’. I was perfectly satisfied with that. Really! I think I loved him.