Rick & I (M/M, Oral, Army) (c) 1998, Pete at Last_Resort@hotmail.com If you charge for access to your website, even through an Adult Verification Service, don't add this to your archives. Nifty and ASSGM, help yourselves with my blessings.
Obligatory Warning: Just in case juveniles who read these messages actually pay attention to them: If you're not of legal age in your area, or if this kinda stuff ain't allowed in your locale, get out now before the Smut Police break your door down and drag you away for forced reprogramming. There. Saved another one. For the rest of you, enjoy.
This story was written quite by accident. I had been following the stories of one of the authors who post to the Nifty Archives at www.nifty.org. I had read a couple of his stories and sent him an e-mail to say thanks for his work and to ask why one or another character acted as he had. (Authors like to be stroked, so to speak. It's a lot of work putting a story together and they like to know readers appreciate their effort.) We started corresponding on a frequent basis. In one of his latest story posts, he included his ICQ (I Seek You) number. I had never chatted, but had always wanted to try. Going into a chat room didn't really appeal to me, but a one-on-one chat with ICQ sounded kinda neat. I went to www.mirabilis.com and downloaded the software. That night I saw the guy was online. I sent him an ICQ message and asked if he wanted to chat. He said, "Sure, let's do it." I was pitiful. It dawned on me that I couldn't use my spell checker before sending. I got unbelievably nervous and had to log off after only a few minutes. I sent the guy an e-mail apologizing for being such a klutz in the chat.
Well, he must have read my e-mail right away. About an hour later he sent me a message through ICQ (I was still active) and asked to chat again. This time was better. I attribute that to my having had a couple of beers since the first chat. We talked about everything and nothing for the rest of the night and well into the morning. I still can't spell, but now I don't care.
Over the last few weeks, we've been chatting almost daily. Today I was telling him about my PC's Photo Drive. It's a small scanner that mounts in a drive bay. I sent him a couple of pictures that I had scanned to show him how well it worked. One of the pictures was of a guy named Mike with whom I was stationed in Germany when I was in the Army. Mike is HOT. (Sorry, no picture requests. I don't want 'em ending up in a newsgroup.) In the picture, Mike was wearing a pair of dark gym shorts and a pair of sandals. Unfortunately, you couldn't see his face in the picture, so, while chatting, I described him to my friend. I told him I would have jumped Mike in a heartbeat, if I thought I could have succeeded. My friend belittled me unmercifully for not having the balls to try. He was right. I probably should have at least tried. To get off the hot seat, I started to tell him about another friend of mine from Germany. I had better luck with Rick.
My friend was on-call from his job. He carries a pager and they beep him if it gets busy. He has to drop off for ten or twenty minutes, and then we continue the chat. He was pissed! The damn beeper kept going off. I had just started to get to the "good part" when his boss told him that they needed him at the office. I know my friend walked away with blue-balls and a dripping cock. Rather than wait till tomorrow to tell him the rest of the story, I decided to write it all down and let the rest of you read it, too. Here's where the story started.
Rick was another one of the guys I was stationed with in Germany. (I don't have a picture of him.) We'd smoke a bowl of hash every now and then, just for therapeutic purposes. Rick supplied the hash and I provided the liquid refreshments. One night he came to my room in the barracks. I was a section chief and had a private room. Not very big, maybe eight feet wide and sixteen feet long. My bed was at the far end of the room, near the single window. The head of my bed was under the window. I like the cool night breezes in the summer. At the foot of the bed was my wall locker. Next to it were a couple of armchairs and a small table. Opposite the chairs were my stereo system and music collection. Mostly rock, some soul, some country. Next to the stereo, towards the window, was a small refrigerator. Rick went straight to the stereo and put a tape in. I forget now what we listened to, but it was kinda soft and easy. Rick took out his stash and filled his pipe. Lighting it, he handed it to me. It was some good shit. I popped the tops on two beers, giving one to Rick. We were sitting with the lights out, listing to music, sucking on the bowl and sipping the brews. We were both wasted and mellow in no time. The hard chair I was in seemed to soften and let me sink into it. Rick took his shoes off and put one foot on the table and the other on my lap. As though it was something we always did, he started rubbing my crotch with his foot. I looked up and he stopped. I asked why he did. He started again. I decided to give his crotch a foot rub too. He was as hard as I was. The hash and beer started to make me zone out. I was somewhere between sleep and wakefulness, and I didn't care which side took me. As I nodded out a little, Rick got up. He walked over to the other side of the room. I would have had to turn my head to see what he was doing, and I didn't know if it was worth the extreme effort required. I slowly looked over as he was removing his briefs. He had nothing left on but a smile. Time had slowed to a crawl. He walked back over and sat down with his cock sticking straight up.
I had frequently told my chat buddy that I think the newsgroup stories about eight, nine and 10-inch cocks are overactive imaginations on the authors' parts. Did you ever notice how the main character always has the larger cock? Almost always.
Rick was significantly larger than my five and a half inches. If I had to guess conservatively, I'd say seven to seven and a half. I was still sitting down. I was zonked out from the hash and the brew. I looked over at Rick and just stared at his cock. I had never seen one that much larger than mine before. I knew I wanted it, but I was having trouble moving. Good hash. I slowly got up and knelt down between his legs. I grabbed his cock by the base and looked up at his face. I didn't want him to think I was a slut, so I told him this was the first time I had ever done anything like this. Then I gobbled his knob.
I was having fun sliding up and down on it. I don't know how much I took in. I didn't gag or choke, so either it wasn't very much or I was more relaxed than I thought. I either case, Rick didn't complain. His head was thrown back on the back of the chair and his hands rested on the sides of my head. His bone felt great in my mouth. Although I've sucked many cocks, I still can't get over how something that hard can be so soft. It's almost an oxymoron. As I bobbed up and down, my hands rested on his hips. I slowly glided them up to his waist and massaged the bottom of his ribcage. Rick must have been a little ticklish. He grabbed my hands and moved them to his chest. Rick didn't have a hair on his chest, not even around his nipples. I slid my hands down his chest to his flat stomach, all the while continuing to prime his pump. Just below his navel, I could feel the start of his treasure trail. As my fingers grazed across the fine hairs, my forehead beat time on the back of my hands. I have absolutely no idea as to how long we had been doing this. Time was a concept that I couldn't understand.
Rick had placed his hands back on the sides of my head. I don't know if he was conducting the performance, or if he was just keeping with the beat. Man do I love sucking cock! I was drawn out of my self-induced hypnosis by Rick gently pulling my head up. "Take your clothes off," was all he said. We both stood, Rick helping me to my feet. I tried to kiss him, but he wouldn't let me. That's OK. I wanted my dick in his mouth, not my tongue. As I undressed, Rick reclined on my bunk. When I finished, I walked over to him and again stared at his cock. His hand reached out and grabbed my manhood, pulling me down to the bed. As I adjusted our position (Army bunks need to be at least four feet longer), I felt the soft, warm wetness of Rick's mouth. Reflexively I drew in a long breath. (Damn that felt good!) And slowly let it out. We were on our sides, facing each other. From the work Rick was doing, this wasn't new to him. He probably knew I was lying, too. As I brought my head forward and let Rick enter my mouth again, I gently massaged his nuts like a Koosh Ball. Too lightly and it tickles. Too hard and it hurts. From Rick's reaction, I had found the Goldilocks grip -- just right. He pulled off me just long enough to say, "Tell me when you're gonna cum. I don't want you to do it in my mouth." "Yeah, right," I thought to myself. Then I reconsidered. If I pissed him off, we might not get to do this again. "Unnmf," I responded. I hoped he knew that meant 'yes.'
It's an unbelievable, indescribable feeling to have your cock sucked while sucking another. In my euphoric state, it felt like I was sucking myself. Every motion I made, Rick copied, and I'm very, very good. I was enjoying the joining so much that I almost broke my promise. Only the thought of no repeat performance made me pull out gasping, "Now, Rick, now!" I rolled onto my back and Rick wrapped his hand around me and pumped. Two pumps later and I was filling my belly button with dip. I had Rick's cock in my hand and tried to keep an even steady motion going. I must have done OK, because he almost shot in my ear. He missed by an inch. I had cum dripping down my cheek. I wiped it off quickly before it dropped to the bed. Inspections don't go well when you have cum all over your blanket.
We lay there for several minutes until our breathing returned to what could pass for normal. I grabbed the towel hanging at the foot of my bunk and wiped us off. We still couldn't move. It took another five minutes before we could sit up. I got up first and grabbed a couple more beers. The tape had ended, so I flipped it over before coming back to my bed. Rick and I leaned against each other and slowly sipped our beers. He offered another bowl, but I declined. I didn't have the strength. Eventually we put our clothes back on, but not before I played with Rick's wonderful cock a little bit more.
There ya go, chat buddy. That's what happened.
Pete
Last_Resort@hotmail.com
P.S.: Rick, if you read this drop me a line. I want a rematch.