Just a dumb fuck

Playing with fire

Despite being up till late watching the films, I woke early on Sunday morning but didn’t get up straight away. I rolled over onto my side and glanced across the room. Nearest to me was Noah, fast asleep and hardly visible with his duvet pulled up high. To the other side of me, across in the corner bed, Shane was also asleep but rather more of him was visible. He must have been hot in the night as his duvet was thrown back, almost down to his waist, and his pyjama jacket was unbuttoned. I watched as his smooth chest rose and fell gently with each breath, his blond curly hair drifting across his forehead as he occasionally shifted in his sleep. I couldn’t help but think about that moment in the showers with him and Travis where we’d all briefly wanked together, the feeling of his stiff, curved cock against mine, how exciting it felt. That mischievous smile on his face. It’s not as if there was anything wrong in what we did, we were just guys being guys, and curious about each other. It was because our dicks are different. I still don’t get why most Americans are cut though. Just why?

I glanced at my wristwatch. Almost 07:00, nearly an hour later than weekday reveille but still half an hour before we ought to be getting up on a Sunday. I needed to get up though. My dick was achingly hard and as there was unlikely to be anyone else in the washroom for a while I could do something about it. I slipped out of bed and into my dressing gown, grabbed my towel and washbag and crept out of the dorm as quietly as I could.

I was wrong about the washroom being empty, Kyle was already there. He must have been awake and out of the dorm even before I woke up.  He’d just finished shaving and was stepping into the showers.

“Morning Boots,” he said, half turning to see who had entered the room.

“Morning Kyle,” I responded, surreptitiously checking to see if my dressing gown was well closed to try and hide my boner. I mean, I didn’t want Kyle to think I was getting hard looking at him! That would be embarrassing. It’s hard not to look at him though. I might start doing some training with Travis, not bodybuilding like he does, just some light toning work with weights to try and get to look more like Kyle. Yes, of course, I know part of it is that Kyle is older than me and I’ll get more toned as I get older too, but some weight training won’t hurt. It’ll be good for the boxing too, especially as I am officially a light middleweight by American standards. Maybe I should even take up football too. See if I can end looking like I was popped out of the same quarterback mould as Kyle and his boyfriend. If they hadn’t been holding hands yesterday as they went to the diner nobody would ever have guessed they were gay, they would have just looked like two big muscley quarterbacks meeting up to talk about football and cheerleaders. Same with Jackson and the guy he was fucking. I still think that must have hurt!

“A penny for them, Boots. You look deep in thought there.”

Startled, I grabbed at my washbag and began rummaging through it for my toothbrush as Kyle stuck his head round the corner of the shower and smiled before turning back and stepping out of sight once more. He must think I’m a right mong! I had finished brushing my teeth and was putting my brush and toothpaste away when the door opened and Noah came in.

“Morning Noah.”

Noah smiled and nodded. It’s rare to get a conversation from him so I was a little surprised when he looked at my washbag and the contents from it that I had spread on the shelf over the sink in front of me as I searched for my toothbrush and said “Can I look at your razor?” I’d unpacked my razor and put it in my washbag, along with the shaving gel I’d bought yesterday, with the thought that maybe I’d use them before the next swimming training. Just to trim the hair in my pits a little so it couldn’t be grabbed.

“Sure Noah,” I replied, passing him the razor. It’s an old-fashioned razor with a big chunky stainless-steel handle and a top that unscrews and lifts up so you can put a new blade in it. I think it looks classier than one of the modern plastic types with a million blades. It’s nicely engraved with “Earnest James Ltd, Sheffield” on the top. Noah seemed to like it too from the way he was looking at it, unscrewing it, inspecting it, even holding it up to the light! Like as if he has super-hero X-ray vision or something.

“If you want to learn how to use that, I’ll show you,” said Kyle, stepping out of the showers and wrapping a towel around his waist as he came over to us. “Nice razor,” he added,” looks smarter than my Bic.” I reached to get the packet of blades for the razor and slipped one out. I was about to take off the waxed paper wrapper from the blade but Kyle stopped me.

“No, leave the paper on, it’s safer. I know they call these ‘safety razors’ but trust me, the first time you try and use it you’ll cut your face to ribbons. Anyway, you don’t actually need the cutting power yet, there’s no hair on your face to shave off, you just need to learn how to do it.”

I passed the blade, still in its waxed paper, to Noah and let him drop it in the head and then screw the handle up to close it and grip the blade. He passed the razor back to me.

“You’ve got two choices, Boots,” said Kyle. “You can either shower first and get your face really wet, which they claim softens the bristles and makes them easier to cut, or you can shave first and shower afterwards. That way, you wash off any soap and bristles, and any blood if you cut yourself. Feels soothing too and reduces shaving rash if you suffer from it. That’s the way I do it.”

Well, as I don’t actually have any bristles yet it would be pointless showering first. And Kyle’s way makes sense because if I do cut myself in future when I shave for real then showering after will wash the blood away and stop any getting on my uniform collar. I slipped off my pyjama jacket and splashed plenty of hot water on my face, then squirted some shaving gel onto my hands and rubbed it over my face and neck as Kyle instructed. I looked at myself in the mirror, with Kyle and Noah watching, and felt kind of really grown up.

“Okay, now hold the razor head under the hot tap for a moment then put it up near your ear, hold it at about 30 degrees to your face and slide it down towards your chin in one easy, slow movement. Try and follow the curve around, keeping the angle the same.”

Well, that’s easier said than done! The razor dug in, then jumped and slipped, and dug in again, then just seemed to go where it wanted. Noah was watching intently, not saying a word, and didn’t seem to notice the problems but Kyle was supressing a smile.

“Don’t worry, Boots, it takes a time to get the habit, you’re doing fine. You just need practice. You can see why I told you to leave the wrapper on the blade though. We’d be picking your ear or lips up off the floor if not. Here, let me help.” With that, he stepped up close behind me, placed his hand on my hand and moved the razor back to my cheek. “Now, just hold it gently, not too much pressure, just glide down smoothly, changing the angle as you go to keep the blade running lightly round the corner to your chin and down onto your neck. Got it?” I nodded, concentrating hard on my face in the mirror. Trying to ignore the feel of his hand on my hand. The feel of his short, fuzzy chest hair rubbing lightly against my shoulder blades. His breath on the back of my neck.  This must be what it feels like for his boyfriend, Lee, when Kyle is on him, getting ready to fuck his arse like Jackson did that other guy.  Fuck! I have to stop thinking stuff like this. Especially now, or I’ll cut my head off!

“That’s looking better, Boots,” said Kyle, letting go of my hand and stepping back. “Now do the other side on your own. Remember, hold the razor firmly but don’t press hard, keep the angle the same. Keep rinsing the blade between strokes.”

It seemed to take for ages, far longer than when Kyle gets shaved, but eventually I had razored away all the soap from my face and neck. Kyle makes it look easy, but it isn’t. Especially under my nose and round my lips. And that dimple in my chin. I looked in the mirror, saw Noah and Kyle beside me, saw the approval in their faces. Yes, I am growing up. Soon I’ll be shaving for real.

“Not bad, you’re getting there. Just practise now and again when you aren’t rushed in a morning and you’ll be ready for when your beard starts sprouting. Go and get showered now.”

“Craig, can I borrow your razor and let Kyle teach me too?” asked Noah. That must be about the longest sentence I’ve ever had from him!

“Yes, sure Noah. Put a new blade in, the hot water is starting to make the waxy paper on that one get soggy. Don’t want you to cut your throat.”

Noah eagerly took a fresh blade from the little plastic box in my bag and placed it in the razor as I went over to the showers. Kyle was watching him, kind of looking proud. I guess it’s like being a big brother, him teaching us stuff. There was one advantage of Kyle teaching Noah to shave. They were so concentrating on that, that they didn’t notice my boner as I slipped my pyjama bottoms off and quickly stepped into the showers, moving round the corner to one they couldn’t see directly so I could do something about it. Boy, did I need to do that! I’m surprised I didn’t blast a hole clean through the tiles when I did cum.

After showering I got dried and slipped my dressing gown back on to head to the dorm. Kyle was about to head back too but Noah was still busy scraping away at his face with the razor. I packed all my kit up except the shaving gel and razor, leaving those with Noah. He’s a perfectionist.

“Keep practicing for a while, Noah,” said Kyle as we left. “But finish off and come back to the dorm ready to go to breakfast when Will and the others have done their showers. Clear?”

Noah nodded and rubbed some more shaving gel onto his neck and chin. Yes, he’s going to be there for a while.

* * *

We were some of the last to leave the dining room after breakfast. We’d been about the last to arrive and then stayed behind in the ante-room for a coffee and a read of the Sunday papers afterwards, so it was almost 10:00 when we got back to the dorm. Kyle was planning to spend the afternoon working on his truck with help from everyone else, so I dropped in with that plan too. That left a couple of hours to occupy before then, and I was thinking of going and doing some swimming but then Will piped up with an alternative idea. Apparently some of the Artillery Detachment of the cadets were going to be training on a canon until lunch and as he knew some of them he was pretty sure that if we went along we’d not only get to watch but we might even be allowed a go at firing it too. They’d let him before…

Half an hour later, me, Will and Shane were at the shooting range which is part of a field behind the sports ground. Kyle had gone to do some football and Travis and Noah were at the gym. The Artillery Detachment were in scruffs rather than uniform as they were mainly doing maintenance on the canon and not drills with it, but they were quite happy to let us watch and soon were explaining how it worked. The cannon is a replica of a 6 pounder that was used in the Civil War and on some formal parades the Artillery cadets pull it round and fire it. Today they were greasing the wheels and axles and the trunnions that swivel the barrel up and down, then they did a few dry firing practices. Obviously, when they asked if we wanted a go at actually firing it for real we didn’t take much persuading.

First task was to swab out the barrel. This means cleaning out the barrel with a kind of wet, wool mop on a stick after the previous shot has been fired. This is very important, for two reasons. First of all, it puts out any bits of gunpowder that might still be smouldering inside the barrel. If you put new gunpowder in the barrel for the next shot with some powder residue inside still burning they said it’ll explode and kill everybody. That did used to happen in battle if they rushed and cut corners. Secondly, gunpowder makes lots of soot and crud when it fires and that soon starts to clog up the barrel making it difficult to put a new cannon ball in, and even worse, the cannon ball is then such a tight fit that it can stick in the barrel when it fires and that makes it blow up and kill everybody too. From the sounds of it, old cannons were more dangerous to their own side than to the enemy. Because we’re the strongest, me and Shane got the job of swabbing out the barrel and Will was made ‘Gun Captain’ and tasked with checking the mop was wet before we swabbed it. Next Will had to use a thin copper spike to poke down the touch-hole where the fuse is set to make sure it was also clear and not crudded up.

After that, the supervising Artillery Officer got us to open a wooden box and take out a small cotton bag with some gunpowder in it and bring it to the cannon. The box of gunpowder charges has to be kept away from the cannon so sparks don’t get to it and blow everybody up. As Gun Captain, Will had to cut a small hole in the bag of gunpowder and pour some down the touchhole and then plug it with a short length of fuse cord. After that, he put the bag of powder in the muzzle of the cannon and commanded us to ram it down to the bottom of the barrel with another stick. That has to be done standing sideways to the barrel, so if the gunpowder goes off from friction and shoots the ramrod out, the guy ramming it doesn’t get speared. I’m beginning to think being an Artillery cadet isn’t a great idea. Once the gunpowder is loaded into it, a 6-pound cannonball would have been loaded in a war, but obviously we’re not allowed to fire real cannonballs! We had to ram a big piece of polystyrene foam shaped like a cannonball down the barrel instead. This looks the same and acts as plug to contain the gunpowder. Most importantly, the Artillery Officer said, the polystyrene burns very dirty and makes a big cloud of black smoke, which is impressive for the audience to see.

He wasn’t joking! Once the cannon was loaded, me and Shane had to stand to attention beside it – if we stand behind it, there’s a risk it’ll recoil and run us over.  Will then leaned over and carefully lit the fuse, which fizzed for a few seconds and then set the gunpowder off with a huge bang and loads of smoke and sparks. It definitely did sound and look impressive. Oh, and the smoke is homing smoke. Me and Shane had to stand to attention by the side of the gun until it stopped recoiling and wait for the Gun Captain to give us an order to move and Will made sure he was slow to do that so all the smoke drifted back and choked us. All his friends in the Artillery cadets clearly put him up to that but as Will’s the Gun Captain we had to obey his orders.  

After everybody had finished laughing and telling us we stank like kippers, Shane and me decided to leave Will with his artillery friends and head back to the dorm to get showered and change into fresh clothes before lunch. Well, if we had turned up for lunch looking like Victorian chimney sweeps we would have been fair game for every Corporal and Sergeant in sight and put in the Report Book for at least half a dozen different crimes.

* * *

The accommodation block was about empty when we got back, everybody was either out at Activities or had strolled across to the dining room to wait and socialise in the ante-room before lunch was ready. We grabbed towels and wash bags then scurried down the corridor to the washroom, turning the showers on before we got undressed in order to give the warm water time to run through the piping.

As I was rubbing shower gel over my hair I glanced over to Shane who was standing under the next water jet along. He smiled back, looked down at my cock and then said, ”Still want that race? See who can cum first?”

Before I even replied he was standing closer, reaching out to take hold of my cock, holding it alongside his own, both of us getting hard right away. He really does have the most awesome smile and eyes, if he were a girl I swear I could easily grab him and kiss him. I pushed against Shane, enjoying the feeling of his hand squeezing my cock against his, the two of us gently thrusting towards each other in time with the way he used his hand on us both. I squeezed some shower gel over the end of his cock, then onto mine, letting him rub it in as we continued to move together, started to push a little harder at him so the sensitive tip of my cock began to touch against his body with every stroke. That felt good. As good even as when Mackenzie’s friend had rubbed my cock against her pussy at the party before things had started to get out of hand.

Shane was still smiling, but sighing a little now, his breathing becoming deeper, his eyes really lighting up. My cock was tingling, all the way down to my balls. This felt so amazingly good. The water cascading down over us, Shane’s wet blond curls flopping down as he moved with me, both of us gasping quietly, not saying anything to break the spell. I was mesmerised by the feelings, by the sight of Shane’s beautiful, curved cock sliding through his hand, pushing against me, the feel of my cock touching him. I slid my hand along both our cocks, up to one of his nipples, gently ran my finger over and around it, felt him quiver as I did so, then lowered my hand again, gently slid it under his cock, between his legs, slowly stroked it in that sensitive area just behind his balls. Shane quivered again and then gasped, his body stiffened, then his cock seemed to throb and he was suddenly shooting his cum, several spurts of it, arcing up and splattering right over my stomach. He continued to hold onto my cock for a second or two longer, keeping us joined together, and at the moment I spurted too, a single, long jet squirting right out and covering the base of his cock and then up over his abdomen too.

For another long moment neither of us moved, neither of us said anything, just stood there with the water spraying down over us, looking at each other. I nearly kissed him. I don’t know why, but I nearly did. It’s not like we’re Kyle or Jackson, we’re not dating or fucking or anything like that, we’re not even gay, but for that brief instant I just felt like I wanted to hold him closer and kiss him.

After a second we stepped back, let go of each other. Shane put his hand on his stomach, scooped some of my cum off him, held his fingers under the shower to watch my cum get sprayed off his hand, then began to get some shower gel and clean himself off. I did the same but kept looking over at him. He was always looking back at me. Neither of us turned away, we just kept smiling at each other.

“That thing you did with your fingers, Boots,” Shane said as we stepped out of the showers and started to get towelled off. “Where you stroked my nipples and between my legs.”

“Yes?”

“Is that what you do with girls? It felt good, I liked it.”

I nodded, smiling at him. “Yes, girls seem to love it.”

I didn’t tell him that I’d enjoyed doing it more with him than with the cheerleaders. He might not have understood it. I certainly didn’t.