From: D One Subject: Weekend Leave Date: Sun, 28 Jun 1998 16:21:42 GMT Basic training was a bitch. Even in peacetime it was full of harassment, very little sleep and muscle stretching activities. Of course Dan expected it even though he had heard it was easier now then when the cold war was going on. The stories he heard from his father and brother as well as uncles almost made him change his mind. But there wasn't any money for college, there were few jobs around and he wanted to get away from his family and the small town. So, he had stood with his right hand upheld swearing allegiance one night in New Jersey. Then he started running and didn't stop until the sixth week when he was handed a weekend pass. Most of his new friends were headed to their homes. Instead, he went to New York. "Better watch it up there. They eat kids like you" the seargant said to him smiling and laughing. His bunk buddy smacked him on the butt, "gotta be careful, some fag will grab that cute ass of yours". He smiled..and enjoyed the butt pat..especially from Marshall. More then once he had silently rubbed his cock in the bunk below Marshall's wishing they were together. He was gay. He knew that. His high school and the year after high school had confirmed that. And he didn't care...it was who he was. With several brothers in his family there would be plenty of grandchildren for his parents so he knew that when he eventually told them...it wouldn't be a big deal. At least that's what he thought..and there was lots of time before that. And the Army, like all US military frowned on homosexuality. But there was lots of butt grabbing, jokes and two am showers going on. Nobody talked about it and the joke was "nobody ask, nobody tell". More then once he had awakened in the middle of the night to see naked soldiers creep towards the latrine. He had heard the showers being turned on and watched still others creep towards the sound. He knew what went on there in the dark. Wet soapy hands touching, stroking and maybe even more. But for some reason he didn't go. Maybe it was ok for them, he thought. They were hetrosexual horny kids. But he was gay..and he'd get caught. Besides Marshall didn't go. Perhaps if Marshall did go one night, he'd follow..but that didn't happen. So to New York he went. The YMCA checked him in and gave him the list of curfews and other rules. The room was small and it's window on the alley was just as exciting. But he wasn't there for the room or the window. Shopping, an afternoon musical and a trip to the World Trade Center filled the rest of his day and evening. Tad Sarris Steak house offered a cheap but filling meal and his military ID got him an additional discount as well. Then he moved toward his other goal..sleep. A full night of undistrubed and long sleep was ahead. He lay on his bed and quickly sank into the dreams of Marshall and him naked, running on some beach, standing in the ranks with erections and snuggling in one sleeping bag while on bivouc. He awoke with a start. He was sweaty and gooey..the wet dream was almost violent. His hand was on his cock and full of his sperm. He laughed at himself. He had jacked off in his sleep. He had to shower..to get rid of the mess and the sweat. The hallway was dark except for red lights. He noticed some doors were opened and silhouettes inside moved. But he moved on. The bathroom lights didn't work. The clerk had said that lights are turned off at midnight. So he moved carefully towards the showers and found the knobs. The stream of hot spray soon enveloped him and the steam filled the room. He soaped slowly, enjoying the feeling of his firm fit body. He wondered if Marshall felt like this...if his nipples were as sensative, his belly quivered when pet, his ballsac as full. He already knew Marshalls buttocks were as firm as his. He had often returned the butt pats Marshall gave him..and occasionally left his hand rest there...squeezing. Marshall had done that to him..so he knew it was ok. A private way of expressing their fondness as friends..or more...he hoped. He jumped as a hand touched him on the shoulder. "Let me do that for you" the whisper came. He didn't know what to say so he said nothing. The silhouetted hands spread soap all over his shoulders, back and buttocks. They moved to his legs. Then they were on his chest. But he realized there were another set of hands on his chest. So that meant two men were now exploring his body with their soapy hands. He didn't object. It wasn't the barracks...there were no lights..and he had waited for so long. His mind gave him an image of Marshall and him in the shower instead and they were kissing, touching, exploring. His lips met the unknown persons lips and the mental images became more real. The soapy finger that was playing with his butt slid inside him and he gasped enjoying the feeling. The first time had been at a summer camp with another boy did the same thing to him..to make him jump.but instead he pushed his butt back onto the finger. The two finger fucked and jacked each other off all summer long. There was a flurry of activitiy as he and the others kissed, fondled, fingered, and sucked. "Come with us" the whisper said. And he followed them. They wore nothing as they walked down the hallway. He saw their broad backs, round asscheeks, tall legs and dangling cocks. In their room he was once again absorbed into the darkness and their attentions. His cock and butt were shared. He fucked and got fucked. He sucked and got sucked. He gloried in learning their bodies with his fingers and letting them learn his. He awoke between them....and kissed them both. The three shared breakfast in Times Square. Their trim haircuts told him they had many things in common. They were in the Navy and he the Army. All went to an afternoon matinee using the discounted tickets the military got. And quickly went back to the YMCA to talk the clerk into letting them stay past checkout time. He smiled with attitude..knowing why they wanted to stay. But he agreed. And they enjoyed in the evening light what they had enjoyed in the dark the night before. He finally got his sleep on the bus ride back to the base. Marshall was in the barracks. "Let's go get a beer" he said as soon as he put down his overnight bag. Marshall agreed patting him on the butt...and letting his hand rest for a momentary squeeze. They had much to talk about and years ahead to share.