This happened a couple weeks after I returned from my Paris trip. But this happened back at the base in Germany. Sorry again that this is so long. On base I lived in a 6-man room in the barracks. Four of the other guys worked swing shift in a different department, and one named Tom worked day shift with me in the same office. His bunk was next to mine, with about 4 feet between the bunks, and there was a small side table with reading lamps for both of us. Several days after I got back, Tom and I left the office after our shift and went to the cafeteria for supper before going back to the barracks. As we sat together eating Tom said that he had been meaning to ask me all about my trip. I told him that I had stayed in a hostel over an old church and that it was pretty well located for sightseeing. He asked about other guys staying there, so I described the cubicles, that I had a nice French roommate, and that the adjacent cubicle had a couple of other French guys for the weekend also. He wanted to know how I got along with my roommate and if it worked out ok. So I told him that he (Claude) had really acted like my tour guide, and all weekend he and I went sightseeing all over town and even went to a couple jazz clubs in the evening, and that we had gotten pretty friendly. When we finished eating supper we went to our room in the barracks. The other 4 guys had already gone to work for their shift so it was pretty quiet. Tom asked if I wanted to change out of uniform and go into town for some beer and sausages, but I said that I was just going to lie down, rest, and read some. I stripped down to my t-shirt, boxers and socks, got my French novel out of the side table drawer and lay down on the bunk to read. French novels were the porn of the day and there were lots of them that floated around the barracks, everybody taking turns reading them. None of them had much of a story, but no one read them for the plot anyway! I'm not sure where they all came from, but they sure provided lots of entertainment. Tom decided that seems to be a good idea, so he did the same thing, stripping to his underwear and lying down. When he got out his book he asked me what mine was about. "A bunch of guys and girls in a dance company in Paris....what's yours about?" I said. He replied, "it's about all the workers on a big champagne vineyard....not many girls but the guys sure have a lot of fun." That response surprised me and made me think that I would have to read that one next....it sounded like it would be interesting. I asked, "you like that story?", and Tom replied "yeah, it's pretty hot stuff." That also raised my eyebrows a bit. After reading awhile, my story was starting to get to me; there was a noticeable tent in the front of my boxers, and I would sneak a little rub every now and then....I was getting pretty horny. Now and then I would glance over at Tom to see how he was doing. He had his left knee raised up, hiding his crotch area, but I saw that he was rubbing himself most every time I looked. From what I could see, it looked like he was enjoying his book, too. Finally, Tom looked over and said, "it's good that you had a good roommate in Paris, and that you had some fun together." "Yeah" I said, "it was a lot of fun." "Did anything get personal?" he asked. "Huh, what do you mean?" After a bit he said, "well, did you get real friendly, do any touching or anything?" I wondered what he was up to. Being male-oriented wasn't the safest thing in the service in those days...was he trying to catch me or what? His voice sounded pretty sincere though, so I said "yeah, I guess a little bit." Watching him when I could it looked like he was rubbing himself pretty regularly, even with some fingers through the fly of his boxers. That made me even hotter, I watched him as much as possible without getting caught at it, and really wanted to play with my now very hard cock. After a while he said "did he suck you? There's a lot of that in this book. Sounds really hot." That question really surprised me, and I wasn't sure what to say, but after a pause I said "yeah, he did." "Did you suck him too?" Damn, I thought, here we go! "Yeah, I did." "Was it good? Did you like it?" "Yeah, it was very good, and I liked it a lot." I nervously replied. Several minutes passed. Then Tom swung his legs off the bunk, looked at me and said, "can I try to suck you? I want to try what these guys are doing." Looking at him it was obvious that he wasn't kidding. He was obviously very nervous, and it had taken a lot to get his nerves up to ask. We both had very obvious hard-ons....mine was really standing up now, and I could see his through his boxers fly. "Ok, if you really want to", I said. As he slid off the bed to kneeling on the floor, I reached up and turned off our reading lights. There was still enough light coming through the windows to see what was happening, but at least no one could see into our room from outside. Tom moved himself over to the side of my bunk, and saying "I've never touched another guy before", he reached into the fly of my boxers and pulled out my hard cock. His touch was electric, and I moaned as he moved his hand up and down a few times...I guess all guys know how to do that for sure. Precum started flowing a bit, and he moved his thumb over the tip to spread it around. Then, slowly he moved closer, leaned over and took me into his mouth. But he wasn't sure what to do then, held his lips in a tight circle around the shaft and moved his head up and down, not a very good technique. After a few seconds I said "wait, let me show you how....sit on the edge of your bunk." Surprised by that, he did as I asked. I swung off my bunk and kneeled between his legs. As I reached into his boxers I said 'lean back and watch". When I touched him he groaned and shook a little. Remembering Claude's lessons, I took hold of his balls in my left hand and with my right hand I pulled his cock out of his boxers....as I pulled gently on his balls his cock pointed straight out and the skin became real taut and sensitive and a big drop of precum started oozing out. He was really shaking and moaning, obviously not from pain! He had a very nice average sized cock with a nice sized head and I couldn't wait to feel it in my mouth. As I softly stroked up and down Tom groaned "oh geez, that's so good. It's never felt that good." Then with my tongue I started massaging the tip of his cock, licking the big drops of precum around....with my saliva it was real slippery, and he was moaning so much I was afraid someone would hear us. I glanced up at his face as he watched my tongue swirling around his cock, and he was in pure ecstasy, his expression really turned me on all the more. I couldn't resist starting to play with my cock while teasing him. I started the 'tootsie-pop' routine, sucking up and down his cock, concentrating on those most sensitive spots we all love. I wasn't pulling any punches, but going at it hot and heavy, so to speak. I wanted him to have such intense sensations that he would never forget it. He started shaking all over, moaning "oh god, oh god..." over and over as my tongue concentrated up and down strongly on the bottom side of his cock head. It didn't take long for him to start moaning "I'm gonna cum, oh be careful, I'm gonna cum......", on and on, and soon he went rigid and thrust his cock into my mouth and started to squirt over and over, groaning all the while. I had to pull back because I wanted to keep licking that spot until he couldn't take it any more. When he finished after what felt like 30 seconds he was almost crying. Slowly he came down from the high, and as I pulled off his softening cock he said "Oh man, what did you do, how did you do that? I've never felt anything so incredible! When can you do that again??" Of course, I was also so turned on by the experience that I had to kneel on the bunk quickly and in just a few stokes I had a major orgasm, shooting my cum all over his cock and balls, while he watched and rubbed all our juices on himself. I staggered off his bunk and collapsed on mine, totally satisfied and knowing that I had given him about as much as I possibly could. Shortly, sanity returned to us both. He sat up on the side of his bunk, looked at me, and said "you swallowed my cum, didn't you?" "Yeah" I said, "you'll get your chance to swallow mine the next time." He replied, "soon I hope, very soon." He picked his French 'guys in the vineyard' book up off the floor where it had fallen and said "I'm gonna have to read this again, now that I know what all the sucking feels like!"
Enjoyable and again well written.
Whew! Very hot sugar..Write On..:} Cat
