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This was some time ago but it remains one of my most vivid memories. Just thinking about it gets me hard and on occasion takes me to shooting off. I was a kid from the mid-west and when I joined the army my only experience with sex was furtively jacking off. We were a large farm family with one small bathroom without door locks so it was usually in the hay loft or in the back seat of an old abandoned car my dad promised to haul away but never did that I experimented with my cock and balls. While I had two older brothers they never taught me anything about jerking off. They were to busy doing it in front of each other and didn't have time for a kid brother. When I was 18 I joined the army and was sent to a military post in the South. I was soon assigned to the company office because I could type. The company clerk was a young guy from one of the southern states, friendly but not someone I thought of as a friend because we came from such different backgrounds. One day I entered the office and he was sitting at his desk absorbed in reading something. Suddenly he said ''damn'' and got kind of flushed. I asked what was the matter and he said ''I shoulda knowed better than to read that ten pager in the office''. Ten pagers were the designation of highly erotic and explicitly pornographic stories that circulated around the camp. They were not often ten pages long but they were long enough to serve a happy hand. Everyone had read at least one and they always led to the same result; a groan,a blowout and a lot of toilet paper. The company clerk, nicknamed ''stinger'', was sitting there and a big wet spot began to show through his pants. He said he made the mistake of rubbing himself but that he could not help it and then the inevitable happened; he shot off in his pants. He had to get back to his barrack and change, but he wasn't sure he could leave the office. I told him that the captain had said the day before he was going to be late getting in so I told stinger he probably had the time. Stinger said, "ya, but I can't walk outside like this", so I told him I would walk in front of him and he should walk as close behind me as possible and no one would see his cum soaked pants. We got to the barrack alright. Everyone was out doing drills and the place was empty. Stinger went to his bunk and pulled his pants and boxers down without any concern for me being there. His ass was to me and I looked at those skinny cheeks and thought of things I didn't really know much about. With the other men we would talk about "corn holing" and ass fucking and hot chocolate but it was all banter and I didn't know half the time what I was hearing. He turned and I stared at his crotch and couldn't take my eyes off what I saw. He had a long thin cock that even at half mast was one long rod. His balls hung down about two inches from the base of his tool. He reminded me of the old bull we had on the farm. He saw me staring and kind of blushing at what I was being exposed to and he said ''whats the matter, ain't you seen a prick before?'' Well, I had not seen many, and I sure hadn't seen anything quite like the equipment he was sporting. I said I was sorry for staring and he said, I had better get used to seeing every kind of cock there was in this man's army and under the sun. By now he was recovering from his first hot squirt and his cock was beginning to move a bit, getting a little thicker and a lot longer. He told me he was going to go wash up a bit and while I was waiting I could read the story that churned his nuts. I took the pages and pretended it was old stuff for me, although I had not read many of this tales. This one was fantastic. Starting off slow, it was a masterpiece of building to a climax, with every flip and stroke described in a way that had my meat swelling up and made the front of my pants look like I was wearing a cod piece that told everyone what kind and how much equipment was in there. When stinger came back he was naked. I then figured out why his nickname was stinger. His prick was like a stinger, sticking out like a weapon that looked like it could pierce armor. He asked how I liked the story and I turned even more red in the face and said it sure was a powerful. Stinger looked at my crotch and said ''I told you''. Then he reached down and patted my throbbing love handle and said ''you better find a way to relieve that pole or something is gonna break.'' At the touch of his hand I went beserk. I thought I would cum right there in my pants and have the same problem as stinger. He pushed me down on his cot and said lets see what we can do about your problem and he opened my fly, pulled open my shorts and my rod thrust out and up like a flag pole in a parade. Stinger said ''hey, you got some great machinery there. I thought I was pretty average but Stinger made me feel special in a way that I felt the blood surge into my shaft like a fire hose on a hydrant. "What say we have a little fun and get ourselves in shape for duty.''said. With that he very gently touched and gave a little tug to my pulsing uncut member, pulling the skin down slowly. I almost screamed out loud with this first dry pull because it was one of the most pure and glorious pain-pleasure sensations I had ever had. It shot through my balls and up from my legs to my brain. I never had anyone touch my private pride before. Little bright lights went off behind my eyeballs and I could hardly breath. Having someone else touch my prick for the first time was an out of this world experience. I gave a little moan and Stinger smiled, saying I should be a real buddy and return the favor. I never thought I would do it but my natural reluctance faded and I became wild with expectation. I grabbed his sting ray penetration tool with both hands and began with a little light rubbing. He must have had nine inches because both my hands griped his shaft and still did not cover his head. He was uncut too and as I pulled his foreskin back I was aware there was a little soapy residue at the base of his crown so the flesh slid easily, revealing a knob of throbbing dark red meat. By this time he was pounding my cock with both his hands, like he was in prayer. We were both reaching down when he said, lets lay back so we can see whats happening. With that he slide around to a sixty-nine on me and we were looking at two beautiful searching blind snakes looking to strike. We both had the same idea at the same time and we took each others steaming meat in the mouth, sucking and stroking until we approached that that point of no return. I began to quiver and twist and he was doing the same. Our balls were roiling around like a couple of eggs dancing in hot water. We pushed out nuts up and against our shafts, bouncing them around to increase a pleasure already so intense I thought I would explode. Again, with the same thought, we pulled off just as we shot out loads, giving each other a hot cum facial. I know I squirted more cum that I thought possible; at least five big squirts flew into his face and hair. He nailed me with about the same amount and we both saw we were covered with jism from ear to ear. We looked at each other and began to giggle. I had seen my sisters with cold cream on their faces and I had the silly thought that they could save a little money if they used my services. As our cocks went limp we stared at each other and we both had the same idea. This was too good to let pass as a one time encounter. For the rest of our training, every chance we could get to sneak off to someplace a little private, like an empty barrack, the supply room of the company, even the captain's office when we knew he was off banging his wife for lunch (he always bragged about fucking her in the bathtub)we had our little prayer meeting, finding ever more subtle and satisfying ways to stroke, beat, suck and hammer our young pulsing cocks into temporary submission we gave each others joy stick some of the best rides we would ever know. We were sent to separate outfits after basic and I never saw stinger again, but I will never forget the most exciting and satisfying part of my basic training. I still think of that skinny hot prick and I wonder if he thinks of my steaming rod when as we masturbate. I got married after leaving the service, had several children and yet, when I found myself off on a trip alone or just bored at the office, my thoughts go back to my basic training days and I usually end up wacking off. I don't shot as far or as much, but I love my cock and I will keep it in good shape with a lot of hard exercise and my balls filled with steamy juice. I look younger than I am and I still love a good fuck, but widowers don't get a regular crack at pussy and I keep my balls healthy by working them hard and my cock, sometimes with a little help from a cock ring, is remainds a glorious shaft with a glistening head that still throbs at the touch of my hand and can send a good wad of cum over my hand and down my balls.

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