The Army Recruit

Dan looked around him in the large gloomy hall. He took a few steps into the barracks, noting the bunk beds aligning the side walls, a nightstand between each bed, all covered with drab, olive green blankets. He took a deep breath and started to look for an empty bed along the two rows. Around the other end of the hall, he spotted one without a cover, just a mattress, and he headed for it. He tried to make out the scents. Mainly masculine scents and detergent. No lavender, or rose, or vanilla… just the regular lemon-y odor, perhaps with a touch of urine and of sweat, perhaps dirty socks and underwear. 

In a word, this was Dan’s kind of smell. The maleness. The rank odors, a mixture of disinfectant, sweat, soap, and testosterone. He felt his crotch twitch. He wondered how his days were going to be like in this all-male setting. Torture? Or lust?

Dropping his duffle bag on the floor between the bare bunk and the one next to it, Dan started to make the bed the way he had been instructed to do. He was thinking back to two days ago when he had last made his bed and his step-dad marched into his room demanding that he get a job.

“Or else…,” his step-dad had threatened.

“Or else what? Greg?” Dan had glared back. He was fed up with the nagging coming from both his step-dad and his mom as soon as he dropped out of his freshman college year.

“Listen, you little squirt,” Greg had raised his voice up a notch. “If you are planning on staying in this house, you gotta earn your keep. Got that?”

Dan had looked Greg up and down as the step-dad stood at the open door, legs widespread, lean body, tall and threatening. To Dan, Greg was sexy as hell, and he hated the idea that this hot man was doing his mom not him. Dan was physically bigger, but Greg was intimidating. However, Greg was really a pain in the ass demanding that Dan should get some kind of job.

Still, the times when Greg walked around the house in his baggy boxers and wife-beater I-shirt, Dan felt his whole body shiver. When Greg sat on the couch, hairy legs spread, the fly of his boxers slightly open, Dan would sneak a look and glimpse the thick man bush and the base of cock, which made him rush to his bathroom and masturbate, cumming gallons.

One time, he bumped into Greg coming out of their bedroom wearing his boxers, naked torso revealing a thick patch of dark and curly hair in the middle of his chest narrowing to a trail down his flat stomach, beads of sweat still showing, his dick still semi-hard swinging inside his soiled undies. Dan figured that Greg had just finished fucking his mom. This had later brought Dan to a humongous ejaculation, as he pictured Greg panting and sweating, his man cock plowing in and out.

Dan straightened, making sure the green blanket was taut around the edges of the mattress. He heaved. Without a college degree, he had decided to join the army! But now he wondered whether that had been a good decision. He liked guys, liked to be around them, felt very uncomfortable with girls, but he was still a virgin, if you didn’t count masturbation. He jacked off a lot, whenever he had the chance, and right now he felt an erection coming. His 7-inch cut cock stirred into motion inside his army-issued fatigues and he rubbed it emitting a moan.

“Hey, you must be the new grunt,” came a gruff voice from behind him, startling him. He turned sideways trying not to expose his bulging crotch.

“I’m Dan, yes, the new ‘grunt’.”

“Cool, dude. Brandon here,” the young man stepped towards Dan stretching his hand.

They shook hands, light smiles out of courtesy.

“Seems like we’re gonna be neighbors,” Brandon’s smile widened as he nodded towards the bunk bed that Dan had just made.

Dan’s erection subsided enough not to make his crotch evidently bulged. He immediately felt a strong liking to this man, his new bunk neighbor.

Brandon was around 6 feet tall, lean and slim. He had green eyes and a light dark-tan beard, nicely trimmed, as per army regulations, showing off a set of white teeth in a wide mouth with full lips. Dan noticed two cheek dimples when Brandon smiled, which he felt was very sexy.

Brandon sat on the edge of his bed, looking up at Dan. “So dude, what made you join up?”

The two recruits exchanged general information about each other. In no time, they became “buddies.” Brandon was an easy-going kind of guy, which made Dan feel comfortable talking to him. There was some kind of connection, some chemistry, Dan felt, or was it in his imagination? Wishful thinking?

Dan slid under his blanket when lights were out, in his white boxer shorts, on his side, and thought about the coming days. There would be drills and classes, he knew. He wondered whether his sergeant was going to be tough, especially on the new guys like him. His first impression of Sarge was a hunk of a guy, 35-ish, hairy arms, and muscled. Not Dan’s type, but Dan didn’t have a “type” yet, perhaps Greg, his stepdad, but he wasn’t sure. But Brandon? Yes, if Dan was looking for a type, it would definitely be Brandon. Still, he wouldn’t know how to deal with sharing another man’s bed or the feel of another man’s naked body pressed onto him. Was he ever going to, he wondered, taking in deep breaths, trying to stifle his sighs.

He also thought about his new acquaintance, Brandon, as he listened to the sleeping men around him, their breathing, some snoring lightly, a fart or two every now and then, masculine and intoxicating. He inhaled deeply, taking in the male aroma of the barracks. Soon, his eyes started to droop wondering how Brandon looked like naked. He had seen Brandon take off his clothes preparing to go to bed, his lean chest under the white t-shirt, with a dark patch of hair showing through the material, his hairy and lanky thighs and long legs protruding from under his white shorts. He stifled a yawn, starting to drift off.

Dan never heard the bunk bed next to him creak, nor felt the sudden weight denting his own bed. All he felt was the hand clamping on his mouth. He startled, his eyes suddenly wide awake, taking a deep breath through his nose.

“Shhh,” a whisper in his ear. “Me, Brandon, bro.”

Dan thrashed. He felt his elbow hitting skin and bone.

“Fuck,” came the hushed grunt. “Take it easy, Dan. It’s me, buddy.”

Dan felt Brandon press on his back, removing his hand from Dan’s mouth. Dan inhaled and tried to turn around, but it was difficult in the narrow bunk bed with Brandon lying behind him. There was a poke pressing on his butt. And it throbbed through his boxer shorts.

“I couldn’t sleep, Dan,” Brandon whispered, pressing on Dan’s back. “Kept thinkin’ of home, and my girl, and got so horny.”

Dan shivered. “I’m not your girl, Bran,” Dan whispered back, “in case you haven’t noticed.”

In spite of his sudden fright, Dan was totally boned by now, feeling his new friend’s body spooning him, and, for the first time, a man cock throbbing against his butt, sending shockwaves throughout his body.

“Just…,” Brandon breathed into Dan’s neck, sending shivers down Dan’s spine. “Just, let me… a couple minutes. I need it, buddy. Got tired of beating my meat, dude, and… fuck, Dan, you’re an awesome guy and I go both ways, so… just help me out, ok?”

Dan felt Brandon tugging down on his shorts. He stifled a moan, biting on his bicep as he felt what he certainly took as Brandon’s cock slipping between his thighs. He instinctively squeezed his thighs around the hard shaft as Brandon started humping him after lubing his shaft with spit. When the bed creaked, the two young men froze. They listened, trying to suppress the sound of their heavy breathing. Listened. The usual snoring sounds. Maybe what sounded like a fart from the other end of the hall. Brandon resumed his humping, carefully, slowly, applying more spit, sending shock after shock of electricity throughout Dan’s body.

“How did you know?” Dan whispered back.

Brandon emitted a low moan. “It’s in the eyes, Dan. The way you looked at me? There was interest, I thought. I was right, wasn’t I,” Brandon’s cock throbbed between the pressing thighs.

“I have never done this, Bran,” Dan trembled. “Or anything else with another guy.” He sounded lame, as he apparently was intoxicated by the hard erection humping his butt.

Oh my God, Dan was thinking, there really was a hard, erected, throbbing man cock between his thighs. Suddenly, Brandon panted out a grunt. Dan felt the wetness inside his crack and thighs as squirts of slime covered them. Feeling the pulsating cock spewing all over him, Dan felt himself shoot on his chest without even touching himself.

Silently, Brandon brushed his lips on Dan’s neck, mumbled a thanks-bro, and crawled out and back to his own bed.

Dan couldn’t believe what had just happened. His thighs were getting sticky with Brandon’s semen. He swiped some and tasted it. Bland, a little salty, very sexy. Dan smiled. His first taste of man cum, other than his own, of course. His first feeling of a cock between his thighs. As he drifted to sleep, Dan wondered vaguely if he were gay, semen drying on his young body.

“Mornin’, bud,” Brandon sat on the edge of his bunk bed in his white shorts, stretching up his arms and yawning.

Dan sat up and gazed at his mate, wondering, trying to see whether Brandon thought worse of him after the night humping. Brandon’s middle chest had a nice patch of hair, Dan noticed, with some hairs around his nipples. He also had a trail going down from the navel and under his shorts waistband. The fly was a little open and Dan could glimpse a thick bush and the base of a fat man penis, immediately reminding him of his step dad, Greg. Actually, what had sent uncontrollable shivers down his spine was not just the cock between his thigs, but the brushing of pubic hair on his butt cheeks with every thrust Brandon did.

However, now, Dan thought with a quiver, that thing just showing through the boxers fly had been humping his butt only hours ago. Dan couldn’t help the growing erection under his blanket. His thighs tingled, physically feeling the hard rod sliding in and out of them and then squirting its warm, thick cum all over them, sliming his balls and crack. Dan could still feel the dried out man juices inside his thighs and crack as well as on his chest.

“You gonna stay in bed? You don’t want to get in trouble with Sarge, dude. Better get up.”

Brandon stood up. Dan couldn’t get his eyes away from the white shorts inches away from him. The feeling of Brandon’s cock humping his butt stayed with him in force and he moaned.

“I need to shower,” Dan croaked.

Brandon laughed. “Sorry that I jizzed on you, bud. I hope you didn’t mind.”

“Yeah, you did. Pretty slimy.” If only Brandon knew how his humping had lit the fires of lust in Dan’s body.

“Let’s hit the showers then,” Brandon smirked, rubbing his crotch.

Dan moaned louder.

Without taking his eyes away from Brandon’s lanky and sexy body, Dan picked up his white shorts and climbed out of bed trying to cover up his erection. Brandon laughed, his cheek dimples making Dan shiver.

“We can take care of that in the showers. We don’t want Sarge to walk in on us here,” Brandon smirked.

Hot water spraying down his body, Dan leaned his hands against the tiled wall in the open showers. It took Brandon only a few moments to press on Dan’s back, emulating last night’s position, now standing up instead of sideways on the bunk bed. Again, Dan felt the erection between his thighs. But now he could turn around and as he did so, the two new friends fell into a deep embrace as the water showered all over their bodies. Brandon’s cock felt awesome as it pressed on Dan’s abs.

Slowly, Brandon turned Dan around and spooned him again, reaching for the soap. He lathered Dan’s chest and went down to his crotch, applying more soap on Dan’s raging hard-on. He then soaped his own body, and along his cock.

Brandon soaped into Dan’s crack, his fingers finding the hole and rubbing it round and round as Dan squirmed, not daring to move away because of the sensations invading his body. But instead of feeling the cock between his thighs like the night before, Dan felt the hard but spongy knob nudge at his soaped-up hole. Brandon’s hand stroked Dan’s hard cock, his other hand grasping Dan’s neck tightly as he thrust and penetrated.

“Awwww,” Dan screamed, jolts of pain streaming through his body.

Brandon wrapped one arm around Dan’s chest, still stroking Dan’s cock, and thrust deeper up the resisting tight virgin hole.

Dan almost passed out. Brandon’s arm kept him on his feet as he was rammed deep. His ass was burning. His guts were being pressed up into his belly as Brandon’s rod pushed deeper. Dan looked down to watch Brandon’s hand stroking his still-hard cock in spite of the excruciating pain. Between his feet, he noticed the water turning pink and spiraling into the drain.

Dan moaned as he realized that he was bleeding. Brandon had broken his virgin ass. As much as Dan didn’t want Brandon to stop, he hurt too much. Brandon was going wild ramming up into his hole, grunting, never letting go of Dan’s dick, which had by now grown limp. With a growl, Brandon tensed and emptied his nuts inside Dan.

Bloodied and slimed, Dan crumpled onto the wet shower floor as soon as Brandon slipped out of him and let go of his body, his arms wrapped around his knees, his chin against his chest. He whimpered, his body shaking uncontrollably. Was he just raped? Fucked up the butt? Man-cocked and spermed? But Brandon had seemed such a nice guy, not a rapist. And what about the bleeding? Now mixed with the white seed that Brandon dumped into him, seeping out of his ravaged butt hole? Bare? He just got fucked bare? Not a condom? No protection?

Dan heaved with sobs wracking his naked and wet body. Brandon squatted next to him, also naked and wet, concerned.

“You’re ok, bud?” Brandon rubbed Dan’s hair gently.

Dan sobbed more, leaning in and grabbing Brandon’s waist, holding tight.

“Oh, Damn, Dan. You’re hurt, aren’t you? I couldn’t help it, buddy. You were just too sexy and I thought you liked my humping you last night. I thought… I thought… you know, Dan? I really thought you wanted me to fuck you.” Brandon rubbed up and down Dan’s wet back. “Your first time? Oh my God? Dan, buddy, I’m so sorry,” Brandon almost sobbed as he just noticed the pinkish water on the floor.

Dan held onto Brandon more tightly. Yes, he did want Brandon. To fuck him? Not that graphically. He had not thought about it as “fucking” really. But it was! A cock pounding into an ass was definitely fucking. Dan raised his head, tears streaming down his cheeks, and gazed into Brandon’s eyes. He couldn’t help himself. In spite of the pain, the blood, the shame, the cherry breaking, he pulled Brandon’s handsome face down to him and kissed him deeply, moaning, heaving.

Brandon returned the kiss, not knowing what else to do with this hot guy who he had just fucked and who was crying and bleeding and sucking on his tongue so hungrily. Brandon had fucked guys before he joined the army. Even here, he had had a few fucks also. Army guys were always horny and sometimes would go for hot sex with other guys. And Brandon was always ready to oblige. His sexy looks, his lean body, his thick cock, all made him quite desirable. He usually did not put out to be plowed in the ass. He was an alpha male who loved to shove his dick up into other men’s asses.

However, this was different. Dan hung onto Brandon’s neck, not letting go. Still sitting on the floor, Dan pushed Brandon back and leaned over his crotch, gulping down the limp cock that had been plowing his ass. He whimpered, feeling the man cock stiffening in his mouth. Brandon grunted not knowing whether he would erect so soon after emptying his balls minutes ago, but with the slurping mouth on his thick dick, he trembled and swelled and hardened. Gagging, Dan kept on Brandon’s cock, bobbing and swallowing. It didn’t take long for Brandon to shoot another load down Dan’s throat, as he squatted, resting on his haunches, supporting himself backwards on his elbows.

“Let me take care of you,” Brandon said as his cock plopped out of Dan’s mouth, dripping cum.

“No. Fine. I’m fine, Bran. No. Just let me clean up.”

Slowly, Dan soaped the cum off his mouth and chin and the drops that dribbled down onto his chest. Then he gingerly soaped his burning ass, and the cum mixed with blood that had seeped onto his thighs. All this while, Brandon watched, aching for his friend, but lusting for him at the same time.

That night, the humping happened again, but now without the surprise of the first time and without the pain of the showers, just Brandon’s cock sliding in and out of the pressed thighs, insistent, greedy, swelling and spewing.

For more than a week, the two mutually discovered sex partners limited their nightly meetings to Brandon’s cock between Dan’s thighs because of the soreness of Dan’s hole. Brandon would rub in and out until he emptied his nuts with Dan invariably shooting his load up onto his chest. Brandon would swipe Dan’s cum off his chest and feeds it to him, snickering into Dan’s neck, as Dan sucked the cum off Brandon’s fingers, feeling the heat of Brandon’s slimy and limp cock in the small of his back, pressed onto him.

Dan’s butt hole burned every time he went to the toilets to take a dump. It was painful, and he heaved and bit his lip as his ass stretched out. But he also actually felt the sensations of the time when Brandon had entered him breaking his cherry, and this made the soreness somewhat bearable, and his dick erected.

The couple of times when the two young recruits found themselves alone, Dan limited his work on Brandon to hand jobs followed by blowjobs. Brandon claimed that Dan was a natural head-giver, and that made Dan proud in some sick-and-sweet way. The feel of Brandon’s member in his mouth was amazing. What’s more, Dan discovered that he could relax his throat and breathe through his nose, swallowing the whole cock.

In spite of the gagging, Dan sucked on Brandon with hunger and lust, aching for the sensation of Brandon’s strong squirts hitting the back of his throat, the jerking of the cock shaft between his pressed lips with every squirt, the filling of his mouth with the creamy man juice. But what turned him on the most was Brandon’s man scent, the whiffs Dan got when he buried into Brandon’s thick pubic hair. He would gulp and swallow and ache for more.

The other men in the barracks never noticed anything untoward between Brandon and the new recruit. Brandon looked so innocent and gentlemanly, and his treatment of Dan was translated as a nice way to introduce a new guy into the rough army life. They never realized that Brandon had introduced the new recruit into the hot gay life as well. Dan never seemed to get enough of Brandon.

The night ritual became like a standard nectar inducing deep and satisfied sleep in both young men, even though their man semen was spent between hairy thighs and crack and heaving chest instead of shooting down a throat or up a butt-hole. The proximity of naked bodies, of skin on skin, of humping, of feeling man sperm, of throbbing cock, was all Dan needed during those nightly sessions.

It took Dan two years to serve his duty tour in the army. What made it all bearable was Brandon. They left the army together. And they stayed together as lovers. They did joke about the first time they fucked, and how Dan bled. “You fuckin raped me,” Dan would tease Brandon, and Brandon would smirk and kiss Dan and get all excited at the memory, and it always ended in hot, steamy fucking sessions.

“You think we should out ourselves?” Dan gazed at Brandon over the breakfast table.

Brandon returned the gaze for a minute, then looked down at the remains of bacon and eggs, fidgeting. Without looking up, Brandon said in a low voice: “Do you really think that it’s a good idea, babe?”

Dan laughed. “It’s only when you don’t agree with me that you call me ‘babe’.”

“You know me too well. But honestly, Dan, what would that serve?”

“I would be able to kiss you on the beach.”

“We’d be arrested since you know where a kiss would lead us to.”

“Fun getting fucked on the hot sand.” Dan joked. “It was just a thought, honey. Never mind I mentioned it.”

“But it’s on your mind,” Brandon argued.

“You are on my mind. Ever since you slipped your beautiful cock inside my thighs.”

“You’re such a slut and I love you.”

Brandon got up and walked over behind Dan, wrapping his arms around Dan’s chest, fondling the nips, feeling them harden under his fingers.

“I do, Dan. I do love you. And if you want us to out ourselves, we’ll fucking out ourselves.”

“Oh, God,” Dan moaned. “No. We’ll fuck in secret. I agree: It will not serve any real purpose. As long as I have you, I don’t care.”

“You know what, sexy?” Brandon leaned and brushed Dan’s side of the neck with his lips. “You’re so fucking brave. I mean, suggesting that we come out is only the half of it. Remember the first time we fucked?”

“How can I forget?” Dan crooned, enjoying the proximity of his lover. “That wasn’t very brave of me though. I was crying like a fucking teen girl.”

Brandon snickered. “There you were on the wet floor, your ass split and bleeding, and what did you do as I squatted next to you, expecting to be punched or slapped or at least pushed away? You reached into my crotch and gave me the best head I had ever had.”

“Best?”

“Well, one of the many, many bests that you did, baby.”

Dan raised his face, gazing back at Brandon’s eyes. They kissed. Brandon pulled back Dan’s chair, moved to the side, lifted Dan in his arms and walked him to the bedroom. Laying Dan down, Brandon spent the following 15 minutes working his mouth and lips and tongue all over Dan’s body. And the other 15 minutes were spent with Brandon’s hard cock sinking into Dan.

“We’re a secret. The best secret of my life,” Brandon groaned as he emptied his nuts deep into his lover’s guts.

This was repeated the following morning before going out to work. It was Dan’s turn to prepare dinner and he took great pains to make something special, not for any particular reason, but rather of what he felt was a growing love for his Brandon. He prepared smoked salmon on cream cheese on toast, salade panache, and steak slices marinated with his “special” sauce of tomato, green pepper and a mixture of herbs, all topped with a defrosted lemon meringue cake.

“Oh, man,” Brandon groaned wiping a corner of his mouth with his napkin, as he leaned backwards in his chair watching Dan clean off the empty plates. “You are going to turn me into a fucking fatty.”

Dan snickered and started washing the dishes. Brandon walked over and held Dan tight to him, his front pressed onto Dan’s back. He licked Dan’s side of neck and moaned, grinding and erecting on his lover’s bubbled butt.

“Are you going to let me finish? Or the dessert was not enough?” Dan laughed, loving the poking at the small of his back.

Brandon slowly lifted Dan’s soapy left hand, and with his lips still on Dan’s neck, he slipped a ring on Dan’s finger.

Dan froze. Brandon whispered: “You are my love, Dan, my life.”

Dan broke down and started to cry, heaving, gazing at the glinting ring on his outstretched finger, as Brandon held him tight, spooning him.

“I want you to be my wife, baby. I mean, my man-wife,” Brandon added, kissing the exposed neck.

Dan laughed, the tears flowing down his cheeks, turned around and clung onto Brandon.

The mumbling and slobbering came out of Dan’s lips in a jumble of I-love-you and my-man and I’m-going-to-die.

Brandon lifted Dan in his arms and carried him to the bedroom. What ensued was the most intense lovemaking that the two young lads had had, ever. As Brandon plowed into Dan, Dan licked and sucked his ring finger, biting on the metal, his whole body lifted up to levels of ecstasy he had never been. He gave up his whole body, his whole spirit, to his lover, to his man, to his husband.