This was an experience I had long ago, in about 1960 while in the service in Germany. I recently had had my first significant m2m session on a trip to Paris, so that probably made me brave enough to try. Sorry it's so long, but I tried to capture the moment. One Saturday a bunch of guys decided to go to the nearby big town where there was an active dancehall with lots of nice ladies. It was about a 40 minute drive for the 2 cars full of guys eager for a hot evening....it was indeed a hot evening: lots of cheerful, pretty, 'soft' girls that knew what a bunch of G.I.'s liked to do. And by the time we had to start back to the base we were all very horny from the fun. One driver had to leave earlier, and some of his riders stayed behind so we had 9 guys to squeeze into the old Mercedes of our driver. As usual we 'fought' for the best seats, and ended up with 4 guys in front and 5 in the back. I ended up in the back seat behind the driver, and another guy from my work department ended up sitting on my lap sort of facing towards the left back door. Dale was a small guy, 5'6" about, and not heavy so it wasn't too bad. He was a nice guy, friendly personality, well groomed, what might be called a metrosexual these days. And since we worked together and knew each other well it was a good arrangement. The ride started with the typical dirty comments and jokes about the evening, but eventually everybody settled down....3 or 4 guys even dozed off, including the one sitting in the middle next to me. Dale was pretty relaxed, leaning back against me a little. I was still horny as hell, and the nice odor of his cologne and his weight on my lap didn't help that at all...I thought back to the fun I had had in Paris. So I got my nerve up a bit. I laid my left hand on his left leg just above the knee.....no reaction. A bit later I scratched my nose or something and laid my hand back down higher up on top of his thigh....still no reaction. Getting braver after a bit I rubbed my hand back and forth a few times on top of his thigh....still no reaction yet....maybe he was dozing off from the beer or something! Getting braver I slid my hand so that my fingers were down between his thighs, and just wiggled my finger tips around a little feeling his legs. After a few seconds I felt Dale move his legs apart a couple inches....that made my horny nerves even more brave! Since I could, I slid my hand up between his thighs to his groin, and felt the softness between his legs. He squeezed his legs together a little, and pushed forward onto my hand. My nerves and heartbeat jumped a bunch, and I felt my cock beginning to stiffen against his bottom. As I began to massage his balls with an obvious intent I felt his cock harden too, and I started to stroke it through his pants between my fingers. He leaned back against me more and sighed a little....I felt my hard cock pressing against him, I felt us both shaking a little from the excitement of it, I felt his cock between my fingers. I reached to his ear and whispered 'take off your jacket and cover your lap'. Since we were pretty packed into the back seat it wasn't that easy to do, but finally after about a minute he had spread his jacket over his lap. Not being worried about rejection and embarrassment any more I quickly reached up to pull down his zipper, but you know how hard that is to do with one hand...he reached under the jacket and held his pants tight so the zipper slid right down. I slid my hand into his fly, thru the fly of his boxers, and felt his hot, hard cock just waiting for me. I fondled his balls and started to slide my hand up and down....his precum was flowing a lot, and it felt so nice and slippery. He was leaning back into me, sighing and moaning quietly, and his body moved with his pleasure. Dale was wiggling his butt around which was also exciting my hard press against him. I was so turned on I could barely keep quiet. His cock felt so good I just concentrated on sliding over the tip and the 'sweet spot'....I could feel him shaking more and thrusting his hips softly with my motions. Suddenly he moved quickly, undid his belt and top button and spread the top of his pants. THen reached and took out his handkerchief with one hand, and reached under himself with the other and grabbed my cock through my pants. He started to squeeze and massage my cock as I stroked his....and soon I felt him tense and move as he came into the hanky. I was so hot it put me over the edge and I had an incredible orgasm too. We both just collapsed with relief...and rode the rest of the trip feeling each others bodies together. Sunday, after the car ride the night before, I looked around the base for Dale but didn't see him anyplace. I was anxious to see his reaction to our playtime....everyone had just jumped from the car and gone to their barracks and I didn't have a chance to talk with him before he was gone. Since we both worked in the same section, but in different offices, I did see him on Monday, but not in a situation that I could talk with him. Throughout the day I noticed him looking at me, as I'm sure he noticed me looking at him. But again, at the end of the shift, he left quickly and I didn't speak with him. I wondered why he appeared to be avoiding me.....maybe he was embarrassed and unsure of what to say. That evening after supper I was sitting in the PX snack bar with a couple of the other guys that had been along on the dance hall trip, shooting the bull about typical GI stuff, and after awhile Dale came in, walked over to our table, said "hi guys" and sat down. He joined in the conversation a bit, and then looked directly into my eyes and said "I really enjoyed the other night." The other guys, thinking he was talking about the dancing agreed that it was great fun....but I was sure he was talking about something else. I looked into his eyes and said "me too, Dale", and he smiled and looked relieved. The conversation that continued seemed more relaxed, and he was more at ease and talkative. In a bit, the other guys said they were going to walk to town and get a few beers, and would we like to go along. Quickly, Dale said that he was going back to his barracks to listen to a couple new jazz records....he looked at me and asked if I wanted to join him and listen to them also. The look on his face told me that he wanted me to say I would. So the guys left for town, and we headed back to Dale's barracks. The base where we were stationed had been a German officers training school during WWII and the Air Force was using the barracks used by the German officers. Dale's building was mostly 2-man rooms, mine was mostly 6-man rooms. As we entered Dale's room, he was saying that his roommate worked the swing shift, which was good because he didn't like jazz music. He closed the door, flicked the lock (??), and walked over toward his Grundig console, waving me to sit in the desk chair next to his bed. After stacking some lp's on the changer and starting the music he came over and sat on his bed, leaning back against the wall...I was sitting in the chair with my legs crossed. We chatted a bit about the music and then were quiet for awhile just listening.....Dale was sitting looking at me, and had a little grin on his face. In a couple minutes he said "well, I guess it's time to return the favor." With that, he stood up, walked over to me, moved my legs apart and kneeled down between my knees. His quick movement really surprised me, but then he started massaging the front of my slacks, and working my zipper open. Not expecting anything like this I was totally soft, but I could feel that changing rapidly! He had quickly gotten my pants open, reached into my boxers, and was fondling my balls and squeezing my hardening cock out through the fly. I started to say something but he said to be quiet, that this was his turn. And then he leaned forward and started kissing and licking the tip of my cock, and moving his lips up and down while lightly stroking with his hands. As I moaned I thought back to the last time I felt this, a year before with Claude in Paris, and the same excitement hit me again. This time, tho', it was daylight, and I could look down and see Dale moving his mouth up and down my cock....watching it happen as I felt the marvelous warm wetness of his lips and tongue was another new experience not to forget. I moaned and jerked with pleasure and softly ran my fingers through his hair. With one hand he had opened his pants and was slowing masturbating while sucking on me, and I could feel in his motions that he was getting pretty hot too. As the minutes passed I was getting closer and closer, and Dale was getting better and better at it......soon I was saying "be careful, I'm getting ready to cum", and my moans and groans were getting louder....and so were Dale's as he kept on more strongly. With one last "I'm gonna cum, Dale" I thrust deeper into his mouth, he kept sucking harder, and I had an unreal orgasm, squirting into his mouth, feeling the vibrations of his moans as he shot his cum onto the floor. He kept sucking until my cock had softened and my sighing had stopped. Then he got up, went to his locker and got out a towel, wiped off his lips and threw it to me, saying "I've wanted to do that since Saturday night." He sat on the bed and we just stared at each other for a long time without a word. Then he said, "That was my first time....was it ok?"
More thwn ok Darlin! Very good..:} Cat
No wonder we won the war! Johnny's got a gun and it is cocked and loaded for action. Very interesting view of the war front.
Sounds romantic, but in reality it was the Cold War days....the CCCP dudes over by Berlin at the closest (except for the spies in the GI bars!), and us Security Service guys way to the west....with definite orders not to mingle. Besides, it was turning out that there were enough minglers in our own midst!
Interesting story, well written and told. Caused a rise in my horny index!!!!
LOL All of our sensual stories are curing Shoots ED problem a day at a time. *Grinning lecherously at Shoots.* Good job Darling. Keep on posting..:} Cat
