Our postings came, and we were split up. Kian and Pip were sent to Germany and Cyprus, respectively. We were never to see each other again. I was the lucky one, sent to the Central American state of Belize. We were given a couple of days to acclimatise to the heat and meet my new colleagues. We were given smart, tropical uniforms, with loose boxers to keep our junk cool.
Our brief was to train the local army with the new small arms that their government had bought from the UK. They were to be used against the local drug gangs.
We were billeted in an old camp, that had been rapidly refurbished for us. My new colleagues knew nothing of my sexual preferences, until I was discovered staring a little too long in the showers. I was called into the Corporal's office. He put on the big bravado, standing nose to nose, "We have no room for poofs in this regiment". "Yessir!" "Any such behaviour will not be tolerated, do I make myself clear?" He barked at me. "Yessir". "Dismissed, get the fuck out". I saluted, turned, and left, feeling humiliated. Back in the barracks, I kept a low profile. At lights out, the sound of masturbation filled the room.
As the the days went on, I discovered I had a couple of allies. Mike, a Geordie, and Aaron, an Afro-Caribbean, became good friends. Mike was tall, 6'2", with clear blue eyes. His dick, whilst not the longest, was very fat, like a beer can. Aaron had dark, almost black eyes and dimples. His cock seemed to go on for ever, stretching well over 9", cut, with a bulbous end. The problem was finding somewhere quiet. The answer came on our days off, when we went to the beach. The white, coral sand and crystal clear waters were beautiful. We went early in the mornings, to a deserted cove, stripped naked, and bathed in the warm waters. To one end of the cove were a group of rocks. Behind them, we were free to have sex. It was always a threesome, usually with me in the centre. Already naked, we kissed, stroked, and sucked each other to hardness. We lay on the soft sand in the morning light, making gentle, three-way love, with me usually getting fucked. I didn't care who I had first. Sometimes they both bred me, sometimes I got it in the face. They swapped back and forth until my hole was getting sore. Sometimes, I would fuck one of them. I particularly liked fucking Aaron. He was an excellent kisser, and the sight of copious amounts of white spunk landing on his black skin was beautiful, begging to be licked clean.
Fraternising with the locals was strictly prohibited. Our only chance came on Saturday nights, when we were allowed off base. Mike, Aaron, and myself would head to the nearby town, and a bit of nightlife. There were no gay bars as such, but we soon found bars that were more accommodating. Aaron spoke Spanish, which helped, and on several occasions, we found ourselves at a local's house, having a bit of an orgy.
At work, we were paired up with a local artillery soldier. My opposite number was Carlos. Only 20, he had a natural charm. He spoke very little English, but somehow, we hit it off. They wore combat vests and shorts, making him look very sexy. Lying on the ground, with his legs slightly apart for target practice, I could see up the leg of his shorts. He wore no underwear, and it was all I could do to prevent myself from touching him. I didn't need to. When we swapped round, I felt his hand on mt thigh. I parted my legs a little more, and his hand slipped under my shorts, his fingers finding my crack. When we swapped again, we both had erections. He lay on the grass again, having undone his button and zip. I lay next to him, pretending to give him instructions, while worming a finger into his hole. Checking to ensure no one was watching, we kissed. Whispering, he invited me to his place when I got off. He lived in a slum of a tower block. It was run down and smelly, but he greeted me with a wide grin, bollock naked. There was a tiny kitchen, a toilet, and a living room cum bedroom. He led me to a mattress on the floor. We lay, and he stripped me, kissing as he went, and deep-throating my penis. In a sixty-nine, my hand returned to his hole, where it had been during target practice. It was sweaty, and my fingers slipped in easily. He groaned, whispering something in Spanish. I moved round, positioned myself above him, and pushed in. He sighed, pushing his hips in the air. I pumped and kissed the back of his neck, working my way deeper inside him. He wanted to kiss me, so he turned over and I remounted. Precum oozed from him as he took himself in hand. I fucked harder, and he erupted, jets flying over his head, and then onto his chest and belly. I pulled out, and with a few strokes, my cum mixed with his.
Over the two months of deployment, I saw him at least once a week, and was introduced to a cousin for a threesome. I watched them making out for a bit, then they both fucked me.
All too soon, we returned home. We were given two weeks off. It was good to be back with the family, even if it meant no sex for two weeks.
I met up with an old school friend in my local. Baz had gone into engineering. I didn't really remember him from school, but he was now a very handsome 21-year-old. My physique, military haircut, and tan from Belize clearly turned him on. He had his own flat, so after a couple of beers, we headed to his place, picking up more beer on the way. His flat was a one-bed, with little furniture. We lost no time, snogging and stripping. How I'd missed him at school, I don't know, maybe he was a late developer. I held him in my arms, dicks dancing together. He led me to his rickety bed. I love foreplay almost as much as fucking, and we made out for over half an hour, before I gave myself to him. Even then, we'd stop and cuddle again. It was getting late, so I phoned home, saying I was staying at a friend's, while he was sucking me off. We resumed and he mounted me, spitting on his cock every now and then. He changed speed and depth, until I came without touching myself. Spunk poured out of me. He pumped harder, withdrew, shuffled up, and dumped his load on my face. We slept in a sticky mess. I woke next morning with him sucking on my morning wood. I lay back and let him help himself. Having swallowed my load, he splattered another load over my face. I used my T-shirt to clean myself, and he dropped me home.
