“No thanks!” Bob chuckled. “I’m not drunk enough to try that flag-pole of yours!”
Laughing, the three young men turned into one of the barracks and stood unsteadily together in the darkness.
“Nobody’s home!” Phil exclaimed. “Let’s go back to the party! There’s a butch Marine I didn’t get to screw!”
Phil turned toward the door again, but Bob caught him by the arm. “Hold it, kid. You’ve had enough partying. We’ll have to give you a cold shower!”
Phil brushed the hand away, muttering, “I’m not drunk—I can give myself a shower!”
Grinning, Jack and Bob watched as Phil staggered down the barracks aisle to his bunk in the middle of the long row of empty cots. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he began unfastening his shoes laboriously.
“I’m surprised he can still walk,” Jack chuckled. “I’d be beat if I’d done it as often and as hard as he did tonight. Did you see him with that little blond kid?”
“Some party!” Bob exclaimed, stretching hard and rubbing his palm over his crotch. “Yeah, it must have taken him fifteen minutes of solid pumping. That poor kid was out of his mind before Phil finally came!”
“I couldn’t have taken a screwing like that.” Jack glanced at Phil, who had gotten to his feet and started undressing. “I sure as hell wouldn’t mind getting into him though.”
“I figured you already had.”
“Nope,” Jack shrugged. “I doubt that anyone has.”
“Bullshit!” Bob exclaimed softly. “You brought him out—you must have talked him into spreading his legs.”
“I tried, but he’s never let anybody do it.” Jack grinned. “That guy he was with at the party tonight told me he was going to brown Phil if it was the last thing he did—and you saw who ended up getting fucked!”
“That’s no lie!” Bob gripped the heavy organs within the crotch of his trousers. “I started to drip just watching. Criminie, what control!” He glanced down the barracks to where Phil stood stripped to his shorts, and he felt his heavy cock throb with life. “Damnit, that ass makes me hot! It’s built for screwing!”
“Let me know if you make the grade,” Jack chuckled. “But I’ll bet he gets you instead.” He stretched and yawned. “I’m going to hit the sack. There’s a real beautiful young thing who just moved into my barracks and I think he’ll go for it now that no one else is there.”
Bob sat on his bunk and began to undress as Jack left. Further down the room he saw Phil throw a towel over his shoulder and start toward the shower room. The youth’s back rippled with trim muscles and his tight cheeks rose and fell sharply with his easy gait. Bob thought about how hot he was and how drunk Phil was and how satisfying Phil’s ass would be.
Bob leapt to his feet and jerked his jacket and T-shirt over his head, rubbing one hand over the solid curves of his hair-matted chest. Then he dropped his shorts and trousers, pausing to finger his heavy genitals proudly.
“I know what you need,” he murmured, staring down at his sturdy cock. “And he’s got it!” He picked up his shaving kit and towel and started toward the shower room. “Let’s get it!”
Phil was standing under a shower spray, rubbing a bar of soap aimlessly over his nakedness, as Bob entered.
“Pretty drunk, huh?” Bob asked with a grin.
“Who’s drunk?” Phil demanded, stumbling from under the water.
“You are, kid.” Bob took the soap from Phil’s hand. “Turn around and I’ll wash your back.”
Bob began working the soapy lather over Phil’s bronzed back in widening circles, and as his hands slid down over the smooth flesh, he stepped closer, pausing occasionally to quickly wipe a handful of foam over his own stiffening dick. Then his palms cupped over Phil’s sleek, trim cheeks, and he sucked in a sharp breath as his fingers slipped deep between them. Phil stood motionless, his legs slightly spread, only vaguely aware of what Bob was doing.
Bob’s cock was rigid and hard now, and suddenly he thrust it between Phil’s cheeks. The young sailor jerked back in surprise, and Bob’s organ slipped on forward between his legs.
“Hey, what’s this?” Phil asked with mock curiosity, reaching down beneath his balls to grasp the potent dick. “A real hot one, huh?” He rubbed his thumb over the taut, soap-covered head, watching the throbbing meat quiver. “Want me to palm it off?”
“I know something better,” Bob murmured tensely, drawing his rigid cock back and wiping his well-lathered hand over its turgid length once more. “Relax, Phil.” Carefully he guided the head of his cock between Phil’s cheeks and then thrust his hips forward hard, feeling the warm tightness of the youth’s virgin ass about it. “There!”
For a moment the two men stood stationary, and then Phil stiffened with a gasp. “Hey!”
“C’mon, Phil, relax! I’ll be real gentle! You’ll like it!”
“Cut it out,” Phil exclaimed thickly, starting to pull away.
“Let it in, Phil!” Bob wrapped his arms about the youth’s waist, forcing his cock brutally against the resistance. “Bend over a little and it’ll slip right in. It won’t hurt.”
“Cut it out!” Phil repeated, straining to get free of the arms holding him, the body pressing against his back, the giant jabbing between his cheeks.
Wildly, Bob forced the rigid organ into Phil again and again, trying to pierce the wall set up against him. “I gotta have it, Phil! I gotta have it!”
“Lemme go!” Phil’s body was tense, every muscle straining. “Lemme go!”
“I can’t stop now!” Bob cried. “It’ll only take a minute! Just let it in a little way!” His hands slipped down and cupped over Phil’s genitals. “Let me fuck you—just a little—and I’ll let you have me any way you want.”
“Cut it out, you sonofabitch!” Phil exploded, jabbing his elbow into the pit of Bob’s stomach and breaking free. “Get away from me!”
Bob leaned back against the wall of the shower room, expecting his cock to spew its boiling load onto the floor. Numbly he watched Phil duck under the shower again. “Please, Phil,” he begged softly, “don’t leave me like this. Look, it’s all set to pop! C’mon, Phil!”
Dazed, Phil let the water sluice down over his face and body, washing the soapy lather from his nakedness, and then he staggered into the head to dry off. Helpless, Bob watched him work the towel over his body haphazardly and then stumble through the door to the barracks.
Bob sucked in a deep breath. His husky body was still covered with soap from Phil’s back and his cock hung down thick and full over his heavy balls, still warm with the sensations of the climax it had almost reached. Bob ran his hand down over his belly and grasped his meat, wrapping his fingers around it and massaging its sturdy length.
“It’d only take a little
