In the late sixties, I was stationed with the Army in Germany. Being in a Headquarters Unit, we had it fairly easy with nine to five days, weekends off and the occasional KP. This allowed a lot of free time as well as time to spend in town and traveling throughout Europe.
Over time, I became particularly close to one guy, a farm kid from Ohio with asperations for college. Ric was shorter than my six feet and had intense blue eyes and short, (Army regs) blonde hair. We had traveled extensively though mostly with other guys and one time had shared a bed in a cheap Paris hotel having lost the coin toss for the one single bed.
As time went on I knew I had intense feelings for Ric but was hesitant to make any move in part for fear of losing his friendship, in part for being found out and discharged from the Army. We'd spent the weekend exploring the beer halls of Heidelberg and returned to Stutgart just after dark.
Both of us started talking about how horny we were and we decided to visit the local and legal whore house. To our surprise, it was closed and we drove back through the wooded hills to our base. About half way there, Ric again commented on how horned he was and that maybe we could find a place to pull off and jack off. No way could either of us return to the barracks with our erections straining through our light civilian pants. I found a dirt road and drove a quarter of a mile, pulling off into a small clearing. He had been rubbing his penis through his pants while we were driving and wasted no time in unzipping and pulling his boxers below a full and surprising large pair of balls.
'Take it slow, Ric. Give me some time to catch up,' I said as I pulled my shorts down along with my Jockeys. Looking down and over, I saw two ideal penises, mine slightly larger, both perfectly straight illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the windshield. After a few strokes, I felt his hand on my cock and reached over to his. I'm not sure to this day I've ever felt anything hotter or harder than his dick. As we continued to pump we talked about how hot and hard the other one was and after about ten minutes both of us shot all over the windshield and dashboard.
We continued this relationship for the rest of our tours of duty (including one more time that night). Ric's now married and I finally accepted that I am gay. But still, after nearly 40 years, I remember Ric as my first love.