1945 - My Third Time - Then I Lost Count!
by Jim Sergeant
sergeant_jim@hotmail.com
posted March 2008
In 1945, I was stationed in Camp Wolters, Texas and worked in the company orderly room as a clerk. I was only a private and I lived in the barracks with the other soldiers. My outfit was an Infantry Training Company. We received the new soldiers and gave them their Basic Infantry Training.
A new batch of soldiers arrived and were assigned to my company. That night, when I returned to my bunk in the barracks, I saw that the new soldier in the next bunk was outstanding. His name was Scotty and he was about 25 years old. Scotty was very good looking, had a hard body and had a nice dick swinging when he walked back to his bunk from the shower. As you can guess, I wanted to play with his toy.
The barracks was filled with young men, all horny and needing some action. I knew I had to play it straight, but I sure did look and listen. I could hear them at night, beating their meat. You could always tell when a soldier was jerking off. He would bend one knee to hold up the blankets so nobody could see the blanket moving as he jerked.
Then one night, I heard Scotty as he jerked off. I could hear his bunk as he pounded his cock. I could hear him breath hard as he shot his load. Then he took his shorts off, wiped his cum off and let his shorts drop to the floor. He then rolled over, away from me, and went to sleep. I was wide awake!
After I knew Scotty was sleeping, I reached over to where Scotty had dropped his shorts, and in the darkness of the barracks, I pulled his dirty shorts under my blankets. When I felt that nobody knew I had his shorts, I was able to smell of them and lick his cum off of them. They were delicious! I licked his shorts clean, then I jerked off on them, and returned them to the floor beside Scotty’s bunk.
After a few weeks, the new soldiers were able to get weekend passes and Scotty always headed to Fort Worth or Dallas. He seemed to always have plenty of money so he could afford it. He would return late Sunday evening.
One day as Scotty was getting ready to take a weekend pass. He searched through his clothing and I heard him say, "Damn". I asked him what was wrong and he told me that he was headed to the city for the weekend, but all of his shorts were dirty and in his laundry bag. Then he told me he would give me $1.00 if I would loan him a clean pair of my shorts. Hey, business is business, so I gave him a pair of clean shorts and he paid me for the use of them.
After his weekend in the city, he returned to the barracks. When he undressed that night, he took his dirty shorts off, and tossed them over to me and said "thanks". I let them fall to the floor and turned over to sleep. Then when he was in his bunk, I got those shorts and started smelling of his scent on them. They had the great scent of a male and I loved smelling of them and jerking off in them.
In 1945, the army worked the soldiers 6 days a week. Saturday was just another day to the troops. At inspection one Saturday morning, Scotty had a few gigs and was restricted to the camp for the weekend. This put the screws to him going into the city to get laid! Scotty was pissed!
Sunday afternoon, I was in the barracks and Scotty asked me if I wanted to take a walk with him.
Across the road from our company, was a large wooded area. Scotty and I walked into the woods and looked around. It was a warm summer day and we took a good walk Then Scotty and I sat under a big oak tree and rested. It did not take long for us to start talking about sex.
Scotty told me how he screwed some girl and how she begged him for more and stuff like that. He told me that he got plenty of hot sex when he went into the city on weekends. He told me that he was the kind of a guy that just must have sex, and lots of it!
Then it was my turn to tell him about the girl I met at the skating rink in Mineral Wells. I told Scotty that after I finished screwing her, my first piece of ass, I returned to the camp, and went to the "pro station". In the "pro station" I told the medic that I had just finished fucking some girl. The medic took me into a room and told me to drop my pants and shorts. I did and then the medic had me scrub my cock and balls with strong soap and hot water. I felt like a "real" man as I washed up. After I finished, the medic squirted some strange green stuff up the tube of my dick. Then he had me rub this stinking stuff all around my cock and balls. After that, I was told to wrap it all up with a lot of gauze. Then I walked out of the "pro-station" with one well wrapped peter. I was told to not take a shower until the next day. I stunk all night! The guys in the barracks could smell me and knew what I had been up to. I was so proud!
After that, Scotty started telling me another cock story. I had only been with one girl, so I had ran out of cock stories to tell. But Scotty was loaded with stories. As we talked, I cold see that Scotty was getting a hard on. I could not take my eyes off of it. He noticed I was looking, and reached down to his pants, and put his hand around it and told me to look. That was one nice dick. By this time Scotty had figured out that I was interested in his cock. How could he miss?
Scotty then started talking about the blow jobs he had received from the girls. From that, he went on to tell me that he had received lots of blow jobs from guys also. He said that as long as he is getting his cock sucked, he did not care if it was some girl, or a guy.
As we talked, Scotty starts rubbing his cock. It was in his pants, but I could see it stretching the fabric of his trousers. He took my hand and put it on his hard dick. I squeezed it and let go.
Scotty was hot and horny as hell by this time and so was I.
Scotty was smooth. He was able to ease my mind and get me to do what ever he wanted me to do. Before I knew it, I was sucking on his dick. He was uncircumcised just like almost everyone was back in those days. His cock tasted great and he asked me to go slow so he could enjoy it.
As I sucked his tool, he would rub his hand over my back and ass.
Then Scotty said "Get ready"! With that I got my mouth filled with his juice. What a big mouth full. That was the third time I had sucked a man’s dick.
We went back to the barracks and on the walk back he told me to not say anything about what had happen. Just before we got to the company area, Scotty put his arm around and gave me a half hug and told me how good it felt.
A few nights later, Scotty asked me to go to the movie with him. We went to the movie and on the way back, Scotty wanted to take a long way around and once again we ended up in the woods. Scotty talked me into sucking his dick again. I was really starting to like this stud and loved sucking his big cock.
I was so young and stupid, I thought I was falling in love with his handsome guy. He always did treat me great and included me when he went some place. We started going everyplace together. But when he could get a pass, he was off to the big city. He had money and I did not so he did not invite me to the city with him.
I would suck his cock during the week, then on the weekend he went to the city if he could get a pass. When he returned to camp, he always had a hot story to tell me about some girl that he met and ended up spending the night with. I used to think that guy was so lucky to find so many beautiful women to fuck. It became the usual thing for him to ask me to walk into the woods with him during the evening when no one was there. Of course, once there, he would want me to give him a blow job and I sure did love doing that to this very handsome stud.
Then one Monday morning, I looked over to Scotty’s bunk and there was no Scotty. His bunk had not been sleep in that night! Scotty was A.W.O.L.
I went to work in the orderly room and over heard the First Sergeant telling the Commanding Officer that one of our guys was in jail in Fort Worth. I began worrying about Scotty. Later that day, I head the First Sergeant tell the Supply Sergeant to inventory all of Scotty’s clothing and bag everything up and put it in storage. Now I was really worrying about my sweet lover, and wondered how he was.
Then the truth came out. Scotty was in jail because he was "rolling the queers in Fort Worth and taking their money". He had beat the shit out of a few gay guys. Now I knew why he always had money. After finding that out, I got another blow.
Scotty had been in prison! At that time, if a prisoner had a good record and volunteered, the army would accept him into the army. Scotty got out of prison and came to my company to take his Basic Training. So when I met Scotty, he was fresh out of prison. Now I understood what made him "tick". Having a guy for sex was nothing new to him, he was used to it. I was crushed!
I never did see Scotty again.
I found another handsome soldier from my barracks to run around with. I was planning on putting the make on him also. One evening we went to Mineral Wells. I had told him about me fucking some gal I met at the skating rink. He and I dropped by the rink to look around for her.
The girl was there, she was about our age and a nice looking girl. After skating with her, the three of us started walking toward town. On the way there, was this building where I had taken the girl to fuck her. I asked her to go into the empty building with me and she did. I found two saw horses and put some planks between them. This made a bed, but I must tell you, it was a bouncing bed. I took her pants off and mine also. Soon we were at it. My buddy was standing outside of the building and keeping an eye open in case anyone came around. It did not take long until I shot my load and climbed off and got dressed again.
I felt like a big shot when I went outside and found my buddy waiting. I asked him if he wanted to fuck the girl also. He was horny and ready. He entered the building and fucked her on my cum juice. When he came out of the building with the girl, we walked her into town and to her home. She told us how much she needed some money, so we both paid her a buck or two.
This soldier and I then caught the bus to Camp Wolters. I told him about the "pro" station and told him that I was going to get another "pro". The buddy told me that he was just going to walk back to the barracks and not take the "pro". I loved to get a "pro" because it proved that I was a man.
A couple of weeks later, my buddy went on sick call. He had a venereal disease! He came back to the barrack to pack up his clothing and had to report to the camp hospital. He told me that he had to tell the army about the girl, but he said he never did tell them that I had fucked the same girl. That was close and from then on, I was very careful of who I was fucking.
So that was my life when I first entered the army - about 58 years ago!
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