I had sex with another man in the army

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ATLEric said:
I wasn't in the military but did have the same brobonding experience. I still do at times but only with close buds that I trust. We don't label it really, kinda like jacking off with help is how it started. It isn't something that makes me want to find more, fuck strangers, or come out as even bi. Gay guys do not turn me on and neither does gay porn. We really go from talking about sports to butt naked and having fun and then back to sports. There are many straight guys that would enjoy it but having the labels is scary but when you really trust a bud, you don't worry about that. It is like a game to see who can explode the most in orgasm. Oh the stories I could tell.
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I would love and highly enjoy hearing some of those stories sometime if your willing to share those experiences that is. If not no worries but if you feel up to it I'm all ears friend.
 
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Cock-a-Hoop said:
Thank you for the orgasm and reminding me of my military service, the times when I was a boy soldier especially ! absolutely no women on the base and only your right hand to quell those pesky soaring hormones !!! Until my Friend Corky a fellow 15 year old, decided he wanted to wank me off we were in the TV lounge and he`d brought a blanket as it was late autumn and the heating was not on yet so we were on a sofa and as we snuggled under the blanket he kept ( intentionally ) accidentally brushing his hand across my cock and as my cock began to swell he decided it was safe to leave it there squeezing it gently until it was a full on boner there was only 2 other people in the room and they were glued to the tv so Corky undid my shorts and inched them down until my throbbing cock was free of all restriction and he had fondled it with obvious pleasure. He kept showing me his gratitude with a beaming smile . when I started thrusting my hips forwards ( fucking his fist ) he knew I wanted to cum and with a cheeky grin disappeared under the blanket and a hot wet sensation enveloped my pulsating , at times taking my full 7" in no time at all my felt that point of no return twitch and I unleashed a torrent of hot salty spunk into his mouth. I half expected to feel it dribbling onto my belly but he had swallowed all of it and waas still sucking me for a while after !!! Like you , we experimented in different places, on the assault course which was in a wood , in the Huge bathroom that was like a shed with multiple cubicles or where ever we were left alone , our little fire station was another :)
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I have a similar T shirt
 
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I was in the military and most people will tell you that there was absolutely no guy on guy activity happening.

There was a huge amount of stuff going on. You put fit young men into a situation where they are away from home, lonely, at their sexual peak, hormones. When there is total trust between friends and lots of nudity whilst changing or whilst showering, then you add 2 beers into mix as well its the perfect storm. Boners are going to be popping up and boys will be boys and most men are fascinated by their own cock and by extension could have a curiosity about what other guys are packing. Most of the guys are not gay and don't consider helping eachother out to be gay. The only rule is NEVER MENTION IT not even to each other unless you both have an erection at the same time.
 
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magee said:
Reading this ending bit does make me a little sad. I know you're not really hung up on this anymore, but it really does seem to me that the shame that both of you felt about this relationship, at least partially, did lead to its ending. I don't think you realize how strong your internalized homophobia is; I feel like you spent half of the story struggling with the fact you were in a gay romance lol. This entire story has such an overt sense of shame, it's not subtle at all, and it shaped your relationship with him.

You mentioned that you had long talks with him over the phone because he missed you, and how it bothered him that people were joking that you guys were in a relationship, so he tried to call you less. That's only one example, but there are countless moments where shame massively inhibited your relationship. At almost every moment of the progression of the relationship, you would pull back in fear that it was "too gay", and it hindered you immensely. Both of you felt that there was a lot of baggage in between both of you, and it was too much to keep it going.

Imagine, for a moment, that Litwin was a woman, and that this insecurity didn't exist. It is evident, to me, that if he was a woman, you could've been in a long-term romantic relationship. Hell, you might have even married the dude! It was that important to both of you, and I hope you realize that. It makes me sad to see what appears to have been a genuinely meaningful relationship end because neither person wanted to hold up the end of their bargain due to such persistent guilt and insecurity. Rather than this just being a racy story about gay sex, this was really more about your relationship with another man. Shame is the theme of this story, and it's hurtful to read about. I can't blame you, I've had a lot of deep insecurity about being a gay man to the point that I really wish I wasn't. I think it would make me significantly better about myself if I wasn't; It really is such a deep personal hang-up for me, and I wish we didn't have to live in a society that views homosexuality as less than. I'm not trying to project that onto you; Based on what you've said, it didn't that your relationship with Litwin was something that you regretted, but I think during the course of the time you spent with him that internalized homophobia stopped the relationship from going anywhere.

I hope that, at some point, you can express your feelings to him. I feel that it would be good for you. Thank you for writing such a great story about your experience!
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A beautifully structured account of a deep friendship , no , I`d call it love ;) Thanks for sharing
 
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talkpeace said:
Our friendship was ok. Since we had less and less time toghether, when we met we had a lot to talk about. We fucked less, but from that point, we never complained. I never complained to myself. Like I was glad I was moving on, and that complicated, risky arrangement is naturally beckoming impossible to have.

On the night before I left before my transiton I was off duty. We managed to meet in his room and had a goodbye sex. I did it for a long time, maybe to leave a mark in my memory, and he fucked me beastly. He just wouldn't stop and he completely wore me out. But in the end, it wasn't as different. There was no sad goodbye, no despair, no conclusion, no bitching around about me leaving. We just had sex. And talked. We really wished to stay in touch. On the next day, when I was on my way to my parents for my break, I still felt my asshole aching, and then I had a funny feeling there for a day.

Maybe a week later, we spoke on the phone. Just a few minutes of innocent friend-talk, but surprisingly short one. That was before I moved to the school.

Another week later we spoke again, for like 1 hour. I told him everything about the training I'd have, I told him about physical tests which he ridiculed as being pathetic, he told me what's been going on with him. I felt strange because I never had phonecalls that long. And we reapated it a few times later. He would try to make it shorter, because his sittings with a phone didn't go unnoticed, and people made fun of him saying he's calling me, "his girlfriend" because he missed me. Noone really believed there was something going on with us, it was just a repeated joke, but it bothered him. Our talks were more and more rare. As time passed, suddenly it's been months since we spoke, and later when I tried to call him, his number was unavailable. He lost or changed his number. Either way, we have already lost contact regardless of that fact.

So it's been 3 years with no contact. I was in one of the major cities for two weeks. I learned that he's spending 6 months on duty in the same city from our mutual friends who were there. I got his new number, and together with those friends we met for a couple of beers.

And yes, afterwards I went with Litwin to his rooms, and yes, we fucked even more beastly than the old times. He had a girfriend and I had a girlfriend but they were far away. It took us a lot of talking before we did the deed. A lot of innocent talking before in a moment of silence, I asked if he did it with other men. I was so embarassed of asking. We were not drunk but just a little warmed up. The thought of trying that topic was in my head for a while. His eyes were sometime skipping my face like he too was fighting some troubling thoughts. But a moment of silence happened, there were a few seconds in which no conversation occupied us, and the thought came back. So I decided to be the brave one.
- So. Did you ever do it with another man?
He smiled the moment I started talking because he knew what the question will be about.
- No, never.
And then, after another moment of silence, he said
- But we can go to the bedroom and jerk off like we used to.
He said it, picked up the bottle, finished the last two sips of beer and hit the bottle back on the table with a sound. Like marking it's been already settled that's what we were going to do.

"Jerk off like we used to", which doesn't remotely cover even the stuff we did at the beginning, really meant to mercilessly fuck until our dicks go unwilling to stay hard. We went to the bedroom and that one single time, we really meant buissiness. He took his shirt off and we behave like getting ready for a football game.
- You're in shape - I made a comment because he really bulked up.
- How about you? - he started touching my half-unbuttoned chest as I was taking my shirt off.
- So? What do you think?
- Almost as I remember it - he answered smiling. - Come on lets take it off.
And he meant all of our clothes.
He kept touching my chest and body, sometimes with fairly strong grips, until he finally put his face on my shoulder and kept inhaling me. I wrapped my hands around him and slowly my cock went hard. My chest might have been as he remembered, but he definitely was a lot bigger. He got much muscle and an sportsman-like athletic posture. As this now big man was grunting, I knew this will be rough. But that's ok, I intened to be rough also. The thought made me even more hard.

Sex was amazing. Every time I came harder than the previous. First one was a quickie. We didn't hold back, like it was decided we'd do it again the same night. Then it was more rough, but stil I enjoyed just being involved in the act when I was the bottom. Three times each we did it. And would do it fourth. But it got late. I was laying on him. His bulked up chest felt great, but I must say, different. I was grinding my body on him, he was smiling and touching me.
- I don't think I'm getting hard again. - I said finally
- I know - he answered.
I lifted my body a little to look in between us.
- You're not getting hard neither".
- Yeah, I know - he said, still touching me.
- I think I need to leave soon. It's late.
- I know. - he said again, and still didn't stop.

There was no way of meeting up until the end of my stay. That was the last time we ever had sex.


It's probably been another 3 years before I received a wedding invitation, on my parents address. We (me and my at the time girfriend, now-wife) couldn't go for important reasons. Perhaps that was the reason for Litwin and his wife not to come to our wedding, which we held next year. Some of friends from the military came, however, and I learned what was going on with Litwin and that basically he was fine and happy, and I was pleased. Then years passed, and the memories of what we did faded. Never forgotten, but remained un-acknowledged.

The last time I saw him, was a few years ago. He had a ring on his finger and a baby on it's way. I had a ring on my finger and plans for a baby. That was more or less what we talked about. We were wearing uniforms and met on an official event. We didn't even exchange suggestive looks. I was so glad to meet him, but really I had no sexual thoughts. We exchanged phone numbers, which none of us ever used. We lost contact (didn't resume contact to be precise). But maybe that meeting made slowly rethink what we did years before.

Today I wonder, If I loved that man. I cannot decide it. The parting was surprisingly easy for me, like breaking the patch. Moving to the academy, new excitements, some new duties, a lot of free time, women. I didn't look back. For sure I had some strong feelings for him. It can't be all categorized as friends helping each other out or just relieving themselves. When I asked him about his health, I genuinly was worried if everything was ok. If he was tired, I really wanted him to sleep off so we only played for a moment to have a better sleep. When he found out that his father died, I hugged him, I was angry and I felt the pain, like I lost someone too. Maybe deep friendship, maybe more.

I know, however, that despite all the things that I did with another man, it is hard for me to call myself gay I had one heated romance and been living happily with my wife for years later. I never had any kind of sexual experience with another man. Sometimes, when I wonder why I did it, do I like men, I look around and I know for sure, that I don't in general. Gay porn doesn't excite me at all. I have had no urge to seek contact with other men. I am still a man of the military, I see men around all the time, dressed and otherwise, it does nothing to me. All of my gay-like experience, since I had sex with Litwin for the last time, is a couple of moist erections writing this text. Shall occasion arise, in which I can hook up with the man again, old that we get, I maybe will take it, but I seriously doubt it will ever happen. I am a satisfied man, and so I hear is he, and I don't need to mix up my life this way. What I got out of it, is that I only years later comprehended, what I have done, how it influenced me and that it was all a huge deal. It may seem in this story that I somehow missed him or felt bad about not seeing him after all of it happened - it's not the case. I felt nothing. It was just something that I'd once been doing with him, and then I stopped. I barely thought about it and even neglected that as being a part of my life. It's not like I forgot it, but more like set all those memories aside. Then when I collected them, situation after situation, It struck me clearly one day, that I had feelings for another man and I had a complete, all-inclusive gay romance, stuffed another man's ass and been fucked by him.

I became more alert these days. I sence all kinds of homophobes, intolerance, fun-making from a kilometer, and bullies being too funny with their stupid jokes have a really hard time serving under my command.

And all the text above, it's not fresh, recalculating the dates, I believe It's been developed for three years now. It started as a short story about me having sex. It felt nice putting it off my chest. But I knew I could never share it. So I wrote it again, added some details, made a long intro, kept rethinking what I did and why. It got surprisingly long. I updated my knowledge about current state of thinking about sexual orientation. I still find the modern research to be incomplete. On ocassions I would re-read the text, add some details. Or decide that it is too detailed, change something, make up some fake additions to blur it, it was stored in secret, passwored protected, but It stayed alive. I then decided to finally put it "somewhere" so I deleted parts that I thought was too boring for an internet story. But now I feel ready to upload. I never meant it to be my secret journal. I meant to share it. When I started, at first I wanted it to be answered. I probably just wanted to be reasurred that I'm not crazy and what I did was normal. Now I don't even care about that. I just adjusted and changed it in some bits, sometimes twisted sometimes spiced up some things. The core remais. So it can be uploaded, and my time spent writing it down is not completely wasted. It's been years. Nobody really cares. I don't care.

Some people commented. Probably it disappointed some people. It was not supposed to be posted in parts. But the title said it all - I had sex with a man in the army. I no longer do.
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Great story! It would make a great erotica! You should write a novel and call it The Forbidden Fruit.
 
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@talkpeace I've never been big on reading stories, books, etc.. I ran across this thread and because I'm a vet with similar experience, I read all of it. You took me back. OMG, your story painted the scenes/everything so clearly. Ofc, I almost jacked off twice. It is so good!!! You make me want to pick up reading as a hobby. I'll just need what I chose to read to have the EXACT same content that I read here. Lol, maybe... Thank you for this great story man!!
 
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Cool Gee said:
@talkpeace I've never been big on reading stories, books, etc.. I ran across this thread and because I'm a vet with similar experience, I read all of it. You took me back. OMG, your story painted the scenes/everything so clearly. Ofc, I almost jacked off twice. It is so good!!! You make me want to pick up reading as a hobby. I'll just need what I chose to read to have the EXACT same content that I read here. Lol, maybe... Thank you for this great story man!!
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It was the same with me, a story I couldn't put down until I finished it because my time in the military was much the same. Unlike this story, I knew there was no turning back after I began having regular sex with a sargent in my platoon. He turned me!
 
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I'm glad you posted your story, @talkpeace - I'm sure writing it and posting it was cathartic. Like many men, you seemed to have had a lot of angst and uncertainty around your relationship with your military friend.

The older I get, the more convinced I am that those three little words we use to describe human sexuality (gay, straight, and bisexual) are wholly inadequate, for many reasons. One is that people have their own notions of what those words mean - one person's understanding of the meaning of the word, "gay" is completely different from another person's understanding of that word. Some people believe that "bisexual" people are equally attracted to both men and women.

Another reason is that there is tremendous sexual variation, even within those general categories. Think about a man who self-identifies as "straight," but is attracted to feet, or likes wearing women's lingerie, or is also attracted to trans people.

Many men I know who identify as gay are somewhat attracted to women. Many straight men I know sometimes find a man attractive. Those "gay" men don't want to have a relationship with a woman, and those "straight" men don't want a relationship with a man. I think of such folks as predominantly homosexual or heterosexual, but not exclusively so. I suspect this applies to the vast majority of people.

So, my advice is twofold. One, don't feel guilty for who you are, or for acting upon a homosexual urge - I think you belong to the vast majority of straight-identifying men. I am not suggesting that straight men are a six-pack away from having a gay relationship. Rather, I think those urges are there, whether they acknowledge them or not, and in the right situation, many men act as you did. Society puts tremendous pressure on men not to do anything that could be construed as "gay." I think that's an unrealistic expectation and hypocritical for most men, but I don't think most men give it any thought.

Second, embrace the friendship / relationship you had with your friend. In situations like the one that you were in, the comfort you had with him was a gift. I don't think that relationship is inconsistent with the one that you have with your wife - rather, it's just another part of who you are. It was the right thing at the right time. Perhaps you'll never have or want that again, but it was very nice at the time.
 
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talkpeace said:
The whole thing was strange. Until the end of the guard, It was awkward between us. I felt weird. It is one thing, to know that someone jerked off recently, and a completely different one to be a subject of it and really see the relief appearing on his face as he comes. As if it was "gay". We didn't speak about it. Litwin didn't try to repeat it next time, and weeks later, I barely remembered that it ever happened.

A change came some more weeks later. Days come, when exhaustion takes all will of even speaking to each other. We turned up in the right places on the right time, to make it until the end of the day. We fell asleep instantly, and the night was short like a blink of an eye. In these times, jerking off becomes another annoying need to have. Despite the wearidness, you need to get your thoughts in order, focus, recall a girl's pussy which you barely remember, or maybe a favourite porn movie, just to squeeze out some semen and relief out of yourself. And yes, a maybe a periodic leave happened to you, during which you foundnd a girl and fucked her, but then, being enclosed with all this things to do, thinking that the extensive training will this time be too much for you, that you will have to finally admit that you can't take it or you will embarass yourself with fainting surrounded by half the soldiers of the unit, in that time, the girl you fucked is like a creature of a fairy land. Far away and not real.

During one of those heavy-training periods, once, I was just spending some time sitting on the floor by the wall in the rec room, on a spot where I can still see the tv, and I simply hang up thinking nothing, having auto-pilot chats with the people around, looking at the tv but not really watching it. Simply waiting for the night to come. It was warm already, so I sat in my t-shirt. Litwin came and sat next to me, so close, that our upper arms touched. He started to chat. I spoke with him, but it was one of those tired conversations. Short questions, lazy answers, because it was our custom to talk, because we always talk, but this time we really had no desire for anything. Ever since he was sitting next to me, all I could think of was that our arms are touching, skin on skin. Just a fellow man, a warm body so close to me and I only had like 5 squared centimeters of this closeness. I could not stand it anymore. I finally slid my hand back his neck and wrapped my arm around him. He then sank a little lower, cuddling his head onto me. One could say, a male-female way of watching tv. Everyone could see us, and as I suspected, noone bat an eye. Men in uniform fooling around, what's new. People kept talking, me too. But my thoughts still revolved around the idea, how nice it would be to sit shirtless, having his warm body close, pressed against my bare skin. These thoughts can really mess you up. I am reading what I wrote. Again, pathetic. Not realy an erotic story. But it gets better.

Our next night guard with Litiwin was around a week later, after the training period. The moment he should leave for his patrol, to leave me jerking off, he timidly asked me If I'd like some help. He guessed correctly, how tired of loneliness I was and how frustrated. I tried not to overthink it, and simply agreed, not knowing what kind of help would that be. I slid my chair to the official wanking spot in the middle of the desk. He sat next to me, put his hand on my neck and carresed it.
- Go ahead - he tempted.
I slid a little lower on the chair, not pulling down my pants more than it was neccessary, I started to play with my cock, having a hard boner quickly. It was nice but lets face it - neck-petting is not really an experience and it soon started to distract me. Litwin had no idea how he intended to "help" me.
- Come on, stand up - he said finally, after he stood up himself.
I had doubts. One of them was about exposing myself to him with an erected penis in my hand. We had seen each other naked before on various occasions. I had no memory of seeing him with a boner, but then I kept no notes about hard cocks in the army. Still, jerking off was not a public business to me. I hesitated, but then, I wanted to experience something in this hut at last. I moved away from the window, so that we were almost invisible through the windows and the half-open door. I was embarassed, but as far as I noticed, he didn't even have a peek of my dick. If someone came from the unit, the dog would bark. We only risked one thing - that a car would approach the gate and find that no guard was present on the watch.

I was afraid that he would grab my penis, because I wasn't sure I would allow it. I thought foolishly that it was "too gay". But he didn't try. He stood behind me, leaning on my back. He rubbed my shoulder with his hand. He used his other hand to rub my chest or my belly. This was it. This was the thing that I needed, a little closeness that I longed for. I felt that I need only to stroke for a while, and a satisfying and natural orgasm will come smoothly. I stroked heavily. But he took another step and started to comment, whispering into my ear keeping his face close:
- Oh yeah... Relieve yourself buddy... There you go.. Of course you want to come nicely... - It's just like fucking... It will be so good to you real soon... You will fly that cum soon at it will be so good...
After those remarks, he moved his hand above my belt and found way under my clothes. He slid his hand under my jacket and put it on my bare skin around my bellybutton, his cool hand swept on my belly, he moved it slowly onto my chest, he then grabbed my chest muscle really strongly, pressing me against himself.
- Come on... Shoot - he whispered a little louder, like he was ordering me.
And I came hard. I don't know how he came up with it. I didn't expect anything like it, but it was very effective. I came almost immediately. I broke away from his grasp and sat down in the middle of the desk as quickly as I could. I pushed the chair to get close to the cumming wall, but it was too late. The first volley I've ejaculated high into the air. I was a little dissapointed that I came partially handsfree, since it's not as pleasurable to me. But then, I knew we will do it again some time. I was going to make sure of it. I came so naturally. My heart was pounding strongly, I was confused, surprised, maybe shocked. I remember the adrenaline rush of living through something new and unexpected - and that sticks with you.

Stil, some remorse kicked in after my dick went flacid, but I knew it was too enjoyable to forget.

I had wished for a nice orgasm for far too long.
Indeed, we assisted each other more from that point. I did similar stuff to him. It is easy, once you learn what you need yourself at that moment wanking. We made no fuss about it - it was just our brief time to ourselves. We had several ways of doing it, standing, sitting, with shoulder massage, chest fondling. I liked it especially when he kept his face close to my neck and I felt his breathing so close to my ear. It gave me back the forgotten feeling of intimacy which you usually have while slowly fucking in bed. We just watched out that the entire thing stays secret. We almost never spoke about it outside of that house. It was really not a big deal. Nothing really changed in the way we interact with each other, apart from the fact, that we liked to spend 10 minutes helping each other to get off from time to time.

The real awakening came some time later for me. There was a variety of day to day tasks in the army. We were really busy and I would lie if I said, that thinking of our man-to-man experiences took any significant portion of any of the days. Those were more like little episodes that we had with a singular goal - to unburden ourselves. A few times I had doubts. I knew what we do is weird, but the official line of thinking was, that all it was is innocent men playing, with no homosexual context. One time however, I felt it a different way. I was sitting in our rec hall with my buddies. We sat on a low and narrow, preschool-like bench. Litwin was not with us, but finally he came. I knew he was going to lay down on that bench, though it seemed impossible to maintain stable position, and put his head on my thigh. He assumed that position a few times before. Spending time in various, a little kinky positions is something that we were doing publically and often at the time. It was nothing strange at all. No homosexual and not even sexual context. Other soldiers did the same, with us, with each other, so we didn't feel weird about it anymore. Except, this one time I needed to flee shortly after he laid down. I was wearing shorts, and because of his head on my thigh, and his hair pulling against my skin, I suddenly became very aware of my penis swaying between my legs, and realised how close his head and my dick really are. The forbidden connection. For a nanosecond a strange group of thoguhts came rushing. I just glimpsed at his face around his lips, some facial hair on it. And my dick practically in the same place. Swiftly boiling blood stormed my crotch and I needed to runaway. I knew I was going to have a wild boner so I ran. That was the moment, that really messed me up, because there was no better explanation of the situation, than the fact that I was sexually attracted to him. There were other explanations, however, and until I made peace with myself I stopped all our playing and fondling. We spent less time toghether, and I was left with more unrest with my own thoughts, bacuse hey - I was not gay, so I should not do stuff like that. Litwin suggested having some fun on occasions during our watch, but he never insisted. We were back to jerking off in solitude. But in the end, not so soon, I cracked. The reason was the same as always - I simply craved for some closeness, we all did. I couldn't resist the pleasure, because when we assisted each other, orgasm came easily and naturally, and it was more fun. Long story short(er) - in the end, we did with each other almost everyhing that the world of gay sex has to offer.

He was the first to suggest anal sex, and I refused.
- It's great when it's great and all, but you still have that need to fuck. Listen, it will be best, if I sticked it inside you. I will stick it in you, than you will do it to me. - more or less, those were the words he used. Really straightforward.
- No. But no. Don't push it. You're fucked up. We're doing too much already. You will fuck on your leave.
- I don't know. I will or I won't. Until my leave, I wil lose my mind. Come on, just a little bit, we'll not do it entirely, just you know, to finish.
- Are you out of your mind? - I almost shouted at him - We will not fuck like a pair of fags.
- So, maybe I will just pretend to do it a little bit. You don't have to do it to me. I will slide it between your cheeks and wipe a little - saying that, he reproduced a short scene by moving his hips up and down.
- Are you listening to yourself? There is no way I'd do it. I'm going to jerk off as usual, end of story.
I cut the subject. The word "wipe" displeased me the most.

We did not do it that time, and not for some time later. But he kept buggering me about it. He insisted. Taboo was finally lifted. Every time we saw each other alone, he would make those stories about how pleasurable it would be, how discreet, how many possibilities it will bring to our service in the military. "Remember that feeling, when the tip of the dick goes inside a warm hole?". On occasion I asked him if he was gay. He was angry with me for even asking. Of course he was straight. But he noticed, that him being straight does not play well with his repeated attempts to have anal sex with me - another man. So he eased his attempts for a while, but never stopped. Finally I cracked again. The feeling that "I just shouldn't" was gone. He had everything planned by that time. He explained to me on every possible occasion, how we'll do it, position in which he would stand, what would he lean on, where he would put his hands on me. He would change some details in the middle of the story, and than say it again frome the beginning, to give the consistent version with recent changes. When we would sit somwhere alone in the free time, he would stay on this topic with no break, adjusting the boner in his pants. It was like his stories about doing it with me took place of the usual sex-talking, with famous actressess, ex-girlfriends and pornstars involved. He would also tell me how nice it would feel on my cock, how easy I would cum. Finally we would both adjust the boners in our pants, and I knew I was convinced. Of course I cracked. The thought appeared in my head too often. We agreed to do it during our next watch at the gate at night. Hearing a word of agreement from me made him even more eager. I could see it in his eyes, every time we'd meet somewhere, he would just look and I knew where his thoughts wondered. He only stopped talking about it when we were actually inside the house, guarding the gate. We were just waiting for the right, conventient moment during the night.

Standing there, with my bare ass and waiting for him to push his penis inside me was a little humiliating I must say. My every second thought was to stop it immediately, but every next one was to bear it, because I will soon remind myself how it was to slide my cock inside a warm body. He used saliva, a few times, and he spread it all around my ass making it sticky, driving his cock in all directions, seeking entrance. I tried to help him lifting my ass and looking for a right angle. Believe it or not, the success of this operation was also in my interest. At last, he started pushing in and out, and I wrongly assumed that the dick is inside me and the whole feeling is completely bearable. But when he really pushed the tip into my ass, it stinged. It burned. It pulled on my skin and it pushed inside me. Almost immediately after, he pushed all of his cock inside, with one strong stroke, grasping my hips willfully. It brought me a strike of overwhelming pain that frightened me for one second. Please don't do it to first timers. Out of pain I spasmed and fled a little, but I stopped, because I realised, that was it. I beared the pain and let him push it out and all the way in that one more time.
- Yeah hold out, I'm coming. Oh yes.. this is so so good.. Oh my fucking god...
Saying those things he was pumping his cum inside me. He used short, pulsating moves, not to hurt me anymore. That was not the deal. I never anticipated cum in my ass. His detailed story about it never covered it. I thought he would cum under the desk, as usual. But it was too late to negotiate.
- Oh man, that was it. That was fucking awesome. - he said quietly, after he already pulled his cock out of me, and I was standing there, trying to project what would be the physiological effect of having man's cum inside my bowels. Now everyone can read on his phone about "anal sex". But then, It was all blind freestyle and you had all the doubts in the world. What will hapen with the fluid? will my body somehow reject it as foreign cells? will the sperms move? will it give me diarrhea? And I got to say some quick thoguhts of disgust about myself also came to get fought away. Nice friendly exchange of plesures is one way to put what we did. But standing there with my asshole a little sore, just worrying about what I've done, with him grunting about how nice he came, standing with his dick still out like a pervert - well it was confusing to say the least.
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What a way to lose your virginity! My only question is what took so long?
 
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