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ОглавлениеCHAPTER ONE
ACT I, ACT II, ACT III
The structure of the erotic short story is always constant. The emphasis is placed upon action, and long descriptive passages or lengthy dialogue never finds a comfortable place in the basic outline of the story. The writing varies tremendously, from a few degrees above illiteracy to the greatest of writing talents.
In this, the first of the stories to be presented in this volume, the basic premise of the story is one which repeatedly creeps back into the erotic short story...virginity. The teaching or introduction of a willing pupil to the arts of sex is very often found in all forms of erotica. There is a certain fascination about exploring virgin territory, so to speak. Every human being living today takes delight in being the first at one thing or another; being a virgin’s (male or female) first partner is especially rewarding to the average individual.
This is the story of Phil, a young sailor of nineteen who is introduced into the twilight world of homosexuality. He finds himself to be an apt and willing student, and after mastering his lessons, he in turn becomes an experienced instructor.
ACT I
It had begun many years before. At first Phil had feared the hot-blooded giant and the strength that rose so unexpectedly between his legs to tantalize and plague him. But as time went by, he found the fascinating pleasure of this sturdy symbol of his increasing manhood. As his solid young body matured, he discovered the growing power of his masculinity, and more important, he discovered other young men only too willing to relieve these pressures that surged within him.
Phil was nineteen and had been in the Navy for almost a year. Gone were the days of high school track and swimming meets, gone the fumbling activities in the dark corners of the gym, gone the uncertainty of adolescence. Blond-haired, brown-eyed, slim but solidly muscled, Phil was ready to leave the innocence of youth for experience-trained manhood.
The hungry giant within him had been unsatisfied for many days when Jack suggested a moonlight swim at a secluded beach. Phil knew how Jack would relieve the long-contained desire—as he had once before—and he accepted the invitation.
The scene was set. The voice came willingly. The teacher was ready....
* * * *
“Just like I said—nice and private, huh?” Jack was twenty-two or twenty-three and solidly proportioned. His hair was curly and dark, and his features were strong and mature. His white sailor’s jacket clung to his powerful shoulders and narrowed slightly at his waist, and his trousers bound tightly to his solid legs, forming a heavy bulge at his crotch. “I told you I knew a good place.”
“Yeah, it looks pretty good.” Phil’s face was cleanly handsome, reflecting a mixture of youthful innocence and masculine maturity, and his body was trimly built. His deep brown eyes squinted as he looked out toward the ocean and moistened his narrow lips slowly. “I could sure go for a swim in the raw!”
“There’ll be time for that later,” Jack grinned, pulling up his jacket and rubbing one hand over the taut bronzed flesh covering his solid belly. “How about a drink?”
Jack picked up the pint bottle from the blanket spread on the sand, jerked off the cork and pressed it to his lips, swallowing hard. Then he passed it to Phil. As the younger sailor drank more slowly, more cautiously, Jack turned and pulled his jacket and T-shirt off over his head and sprawled on the blanket. Twisting on his back, he folded his arms under his head and watched the youth with a pleased smile. Then he stretched hard, rubbing one hand over the soft hair matting his full chest, and chuckled with pleasure.
“Want another?” Phil asked, stooping over and offering the bottle.
“You know what I want,” Jack grinned, as he took the bottle again. “C’mon and relax.”
As Jack drank, Phil stripped to the waist and joined him on the blanket. Phil’s chest was full-curved and smooth, and his torso slimmed sharply to his narrow waist and trim hips. His flesh was evenly tanned and taut over smooth, rippling muscles. He was young and virile and athletic, like a blond statue come to life.
“How’d you ever find this beach, Jack?”
“A guy I met brought me down here.” Jack passed the bottle to Phil. “We spent the night and nobody bothered us.”
Lying side by side on their backs, the two young men talked softly, each enjoying the numbing sensation of the liquor and the mild night air against their flesh. At length Phil closed his eyes and relaxed, feeling the warmth of Jack’s body almost touching his. Then Jack’s hand was on the youth’s chest, making lazy circular patterns over the smooth, tingling flesh, pausing to rub insistently over the wide, flat nipples at either side. Then the hand continued slowly over the taut stomach, the depression at the navel, the slight curve of the abdomen, to the stiff cloth of Phil’s trousers. Jack’s fingers pressed firmly down over the sailor’s Pants to his crotch and dug deep into the cloth, testing the tempting flesh beneath. Then he drew his hand back and placed it on Phil’s belly once more, this time forcing his fingers down inside the trousers, inside the shorts, deep into the warmth of the youth’s groin—the crisp pubic hair, the firm, loose cock, the full, slippery balls.
Phil opened his eyes and grinned. He saw Jack gazing down at him keenly, the sparkling whiteness of his even smile, the solid curves of his muscular shoulders and arms, the fullness in his low-hanging trousers. He felt the fingers grip his genitals firmly, and then Jack was rolling over on top of him, pinning him down with his strong, young body.
“Take off your pants, Phil,” Jack murmured excitedly. “Let’s get going!”
Jack rolled away and sat up, unfastening his own trousers hastily and jerking them from his body. More slowly, Phil rose to his knees and began working his pants down from his hips and over his legs.
“You’re too slow, buddy,” Jack exclaimed, gripping Phil by the shoulders, and forcing him back on the blanket. For a moment he poised over the younger sailor, his nakedness edged with moonlight, his full, loose dick slowly growing stiff as the hot blood poured into its increasing length. His fingers gripped Phil’s shorts, pulling them from his hips, pressing them down over his muscular thighs and legs, catching his trousers and yanking them from his ankles. “That’s better!” His palms raced back and forth over Phil’s genitals for a moment. “Shit, that feels good!” Then he threw himself, warm and naked and eager, on top of the waiting youth.
Phil felt the clean strength of Jack’s body pressing down on him; he felt the powerfully muscled arms embracing him, forcing their bodies even closer together; he felt the exciting stimulation fill his groin as Jack’s potent dick and balls rubbed against his own steadily; he felt the smoldering embers of desire within him burst into bright flames. A sharp cry broke from his throat.
“That’s the way!” Jack whispered excitedly, pinning Phil on his back once more. He forced one hand between their bodies and gripped Phil’s organs, rubbing them slowly. “Shit, that feels good. You sure are hung, buddy!”
Then Jack rose and sank back on his haunches, straddling Phil’s legs. Smiling with anticipation, he let his eyes move slowly over the handsome, masculine figure lying before him. “Damn nice!” He placed his hands on Phil’s legs and moved them slowly toward the youth’s groin. His fingers slipped beneath Phil’s large, loose balls, gripping them for a moment, then letting them fall free again. “I like a guy with big balls—the bigger the balls, the better the juice.” His hand moved to the huge cock jutting thick and long and brittle-hard from Phil’s crotch. His fingers wrapped around it and pulled slowly up and down its length. He rubbed his thumb lightly over the broad, flat head of the organ, feeling the dampness that had already begun to rise from within it. “Okay, buddy, I’m going to drain that bastard good!”
Jack dropped forward on top of Phil, his mouth pressed to the tanned flesh of his chest. His lips and tongue raced over the smooth, well-molded torso, nibbling, nuzzling, kissing. Waves of increasing excitement shot through Phil’s body, and his breathing became sharp and strained as Jack’s face moved closer and closer to his crotch and the climax waiting there. Then Jack’s lips were pressed to the taut head of the throbbing pole, his tongue sweeping over it, his mouth consuming its potent length.
Phil groaned with delight as the rhythmic pressure began to gnaw at the dam holding back the flood within the youth. He closed his eyes, the undeniable demand for satisfaction growing within him, the passionate stimulation from Jack’s experienced lips tearing at his groin. Every muscle of his body seemed to tense to the breaking point, and suddenly he sat up gripping Jack’s head and forcing his cock to its ultimate in his throat.
“I’m gonna blast! I can’t hold it! I’m gonna come!”
Jack reared up, wrapping his arms about Phil’s thighs, and sliding his palms beneath his hips. He jerked the youth upward, taking the trembling cock completely into his mouth and feeling a shudder of ultimate excitement tear through the young sailor’s body. Phil threw his head back and cried out hoarsely as his dick jerked uncontrollably and the first huge blast of thick liquid smashed into Jack’s throat. Enveloped in a fury of passion, Phil felt burst after burst pour from his virile organ, and he fell back weakly, still forcing his organ into Jack’s throat automatically. Jack continued to draw heavily on the trembling cock until the liquid flowed more and more slowly and finally stopped. Then he lowered the youth to the blanket again and slowly licked his tongue over the relaxing genitals.
Phil lay back, exhausted. He threw one arm over his eyes, and his full chest rose and fell sharply with his heavy breathing. Jack smiled and stretched out beside him.
“Damn good, huh?” the older sailor said quietly. “A lot better than back at the base when you couldn’t strip or lie down or anything.” He turned on his side and ran his fingertips lightly over Phil’s smooth, sweat-damp chest. “I didn’t know you’d like it so much or I’d have brought you down here the first time instead of messing around behind the barracks.”
Phil pulled his arm from over his eyes and grinned at Jack. “Criminie, I never knew anything could feel so good!”
Jack chuckled. “Here’s something else that feels plenty good.” He grasped his own stiff rod firmly and pushed it toward Phil. “Ever play with a hot one?”
“Sure,” Phil said positively, covering his inexperience. “In high school a couple of times. Sometimes we’d jack each other off.” To prove his point, he reached over and gripped Jack’s rigid dick with one hand firmly. He moved his fingers along its warm, potent length slowly, watching the ivory-smooth head gleam in the moonlight. “Gees, you’ve got a fine one!” he exclaimed in admiration. “Want me to pound it a little for you?”
“Bend over and get your lips around it, Phil. Like I did for you.”
“I—I don’t know—if I can,” the young sailor stammered, staring at the tantalizing tool.
“Sure you can,” Jack coaxed. “Try it—just a little.”
Phil looked up at Jack for a short, hesitant moment, and then, sucking in a deep breath, he dropped his face to his friend’s groin. Holding the potent meat upright in his hand, he pressed his lips to it. He let his tongue slip through to wash over the solid head, and then suddenly his lips opened to draw it into his mouth. He sucked hard for a moment, trying desperately to take it all in one swallow, and then he gagged. Coughing, he pulled back.
“I can’t, Jack,” he murmured. “I—can’t.”
“Try it again, Phil,” Jack urged tensely. “You’ll get the hang of it.”
“I—I’m scared!”
“Here, I’ll fix it up for you,” Jack exclaimed eagerly. “Be ready to take it when it goes!”
Jack gripped his cock with one hand, holding his powerful balls with the other, and began to rub the rigid flesh rhythmically. Phil stared with fascination as the organ seemed to grow even longer and stiffer. Jack was breathing hard now, his body tense, his muscles jerking from time to time as the excitement increased within him.
“Get ready! Get down there, Phil!”
Drawn as though hypnotically, Phil crouched beside Jack, his eyes fixed on the hand racing rapidly up and down the inflamed organ. He saw the fingers of Jack’s other hand working over his convulsing balls, and he felt a pounding excitement welling up inside his own virile young body.
“Now!” Jack gasped. “Take it! Drink it down!”
For an instant, Phil’s world seemed to stand still. Before him he saw the handsome, naked youth lying on his back, legs spread, hips raised, rigid cock in his fingers. He heard Jack’s panting breath, saw his tense expression, felt something of the powerful excitement that was overwhelming this naked man. The thick cock stood rigid from the nest of dark hair like an iron rod topped with a flange that gleamed with hardness, and a trace of this liquid bubbled up from the well in the center of it.
“Suck on it, Phil!”
Phil dropped his face to Jack’s crotch, opening his mouth and accepting the quivering monster. His mind forgot the difficulty he had experienced before; now he thought only of consuming this trembling snake completely and drinking down its precious milk. He was only vaguely aware of the masculine body thrashing with passionate excitement, the hoarse breathing, the cries of pleasure. He felt only the wild stimulation of drawing the fiery pole into his throat, of rubbing his tongue over its throbbing length, of sucking deeply on its virility. Then in a confusion of passion and fury, of flesh and muscle, of darkness and light, the monster spit its first tremendous shower and followed it with another and another and another. Phil swallowed heavily, his lips dragging with an unending appetite at the source of the potent liquid.
“You’re tearing me apart,” Jack groaned weakly, falling back on the blanket.
Dazed, Phil felt an overwhelming reluctance fill him as the fierce giant in his throat began to weaken and grow soft. Numbly he drew away and sprawled beside Jack, caressing his sweat-streaked nakedness.
“Lemme rest a little,” Jack murmured. “Then we’ll do it again—both of us. I’ll teach you to be the best damn cocksucker in the Navy before we’re done!”
ACT II
Phil was young and virile. The giant had tormented him when he did not understand the power and pleasure it contained, but now it demanded more and more of the treatment that would fill it with fire, make it throb with strength, bring the liquid boiling up through its potent length. Jack had taught him this pleasure and the pleasure of accepting another man’s satisfaction. Jack had introduced him to the inner world of dimly lit bars and dark streets, the eager-eyed young men, the places and means of meeting those who would gladly ease the giant’s yearnings. Jack had been an able teacher and Phil a willing pupil.
Now a new teacher was ready with a new lesson....
* * * *
“Stand right there, Phil—where I can see you.”
Phil stood in the center of the darkened bedroom stripped to the waist. Enough light came through the windows so that he could make out every line of the naked man’s body resting on the bed. Ted was twenty-nine, fairly tall and slim. His features were neat, friendly, and his body was sleekly muscled. He watched Phil with a keen gaze and gently stroked the relaxed meat hanging from his hair-filled crotch.
“C’mon, drop your pants, sailor.”
Phil grinned at Ted and began to unfasten his trousers. Ted knew the score; Ted would show him a good time! He drew his pants off over his ankles and carefully folded them on the chair.
“You’ve got a beautiful build,” Ted smiled. “You remind me of another sailor I knew. Only he was more innocent. I was the first one to brown him.” He chuckled, massaging his dick steadily. “I bet you like being browned—you’re nice and athletic.”
Ted used a lot of phrases Phil didn’t understand. “Sometimes,” he shrugged noncommittally.
“You sailors are all alike,” Ted chuckled. “I bet they bring you out with a piece of soap in the shower!” He moistened his lips with his tongue slowly. “Drop your shorts, Phil. I want to see all of it.”
Phil paused for a moment, rubbing his fingers over the blond peach-fuzz on his chest; Jack said that hair showed he was a man. He let his eyes drop to the meat now rising firm and hard between Ted’s fingers, and he felt a slight disappointment; he had thought there would be more. Then Phil ripped open his skivvies and pushed them down from his slim waist, roughing his fingers over his genitals. His cock dropped free and heavy, already anticipating the excitement to come, but not yet hard. Beneath it he could feel the strength of his handsome balls, and he smiled proudly.
“Beautiful!” Ted exclaimed softly. “I want to see it get hard! Bring it here and I’ll play with it. I’ll make that big bastard stand up and fire!”
Eagerly Phil approached the bed, and Ted sat up, reaching out to grasp the young sailor’s dick and pull it toward his waiting mouth. Phil knelt straddling Ted’s legs and felt the hungry lips close about his cock. Ted worked over the firm flesh with his tongue strongly until it grew solid and hard, and then he threw his head back and took it completely. Phil gripped the man’s head, holding it in place firmly as he drove his organ downward into Ted’s warm throat. Then, pleased at the ease with which Ted took it, Phil released him and drew away, settling back with a smile.
“Like that, Ted?”
“Shit, I’m as excited as a virgin in a daisy chain!” He lay back and held his arms up to Phil. “C’mere, honey.” Phil fell forward on top of the naked man and they embraced, each pressing his body eagerly to the other’s. “You magnificent bastard! I’m going to have you until you can’t walk!” Ted’s hands massaged Phil’s muscle-ridged back strongly, working down slowly to his waist hips, his slim, tight-curved cheeks. “What an ass!” he sighed. “It’s so tight, Phil—I can feel what it’ll be like already!”
Eagerly, Ted forced Phil over on his back, falling on him heavily. Phil felt Ted’s lips pressed against his own, and then Ted’s hot tongue was driving like a spear-head into his mouth. The man’s nakedness was pressing down on the youth, and Phil felt the growing excitement of the sensuous lips and the probing tongue. For the first time he was experiencing this act and finding it pleasant. Then Ted was pulling free.
“You like to French, don’t you?” Ted murmured with a smile, falling on his back beside Phil.
“Yeah, I guess so,” Phil grinned, running one hand over the man’s mature body.
“What else do you like?”
Phil grasped Ted’s cock and placed it upright against his own as he sprawled on top of him. “I dunno—what do you suggest?”
Ted wrapped his arms about the youth and chuckled. “I want to lay you on your back and French you all over. And every time you get hard, I want to take it.” He ran his hands down over Phil’s strong back. “I want to do you ‘til you’re worn out.” He rubbed his palms over the young sailor’s trim cheeks and felt them tense. “Then I want to brown you!” Ted smeared his fingers across his mouth quickly, covering them with spit and then working them deep into Phil’s ass. “You’ve got a real tight one, but I know you can take it. I’ll be nice and gentle—and you’ll love it. C’mon, honey,” he whispered, his voice husky with excitement, “let me screw you!”
Phil answered by dropping his full weight on the man, forcing their bodies even tighter together and searching out Ted’s mouth with his lips. For the first time, he drove his tongue between the lips, duplicating Ted’s quivering movements, then driving it into the warm, damp mouth fully. Then Ted jerked his head away.
“I can’t wait!” he cried. “Take me! My God, take me!”
Infected with Ted’s fury, Phil pressed even harder against the man’s tense nakedness and found his mouth once more with his tongue. Ted struggled to free himself, and then a tremendous spasm shook through his body. An instant later, his cock trembled convulsively and then unloaded its liquid burden against Phil’s belly. The climax ended as suddenly as it had begun, and Ted turned his head away, groaning.
“I wanted you to take it, Phil.... You lousy bastard, I wanted you to take it at least.”
Phil rolled to his knees beside Ted, breathing hard. “I—I didn’t think you’d go so fast.”
Ted stared at the husky, naked youth and at the huge, rigid cock jutting from his groin as if demanding its satisfaction. “Fuck me, Phil,” he murmured thickly, twisting away on his side. “Shove it to me all the way!”
Phil stared at the broad, smooth back and the full, relaxed cheeks. Numbly, he felt the angry desire within him and recognized this new source of relief. Quickly he bent forward and thrust his dick between the waiting cheeks.
“Oh no!” Ted groaned. “You’re too big to take bare! Use some of my come to make it easier.”
Phil reared back and ran his fingers over his belly, collecting the thick, cold liquid which Ted’s climax had left there. Then he rubbed it over the head of his taut dick, feeling its stickiness drip down along the throbbing length of the organ. Breathing hard, he bent forward and slid his pole between Ted’s cheeks.
“What a fucking machine!” Ted exclaimed. “I’ll give it a ride to remember!” He reached back swiftly and seized the trembling organ, guiding it easily into his ass. “There, it’s all yours!”
Phil felt the warm flesh open before the demanding head of his cock. He felt the new sensation, the excitement, the desire. Ted rose to his hands and knees, and Phil drove his cock forward into him.
“Screw it in, kid! Let me have all of it!”
The youth quickly found the speed, the position, the rhythm that pleased him most. This new act was wildly exciting, and he soon felt Ted’s hips rising to meet the solid thrusts of his organ. Then the demands within him were overwhelming him, closing about him, cutting him off from reality. He did not hear Ted’s cries of delight and pain and passion; he withdrew into a secret world where his mastery of this man was his total existence.
“Harder, Phil! Don’t be afraid! Jam it to me!”
The rhythm became wild and uncontrollable. The flames in the youth’s groin burned white-hot and demanding. And after what seemed like an eternity of fury, the throbbing flood burst its banks and boiled over. The sailor cried out and held the man tightly, driving the aching climax into him feverishly....
Phil lay on his back, lost in the darkened world of his satisfaction. He felt relaxed and strong and more alive than he had thought possible. Then he felt a damp towel rubbing over his flesh, washing his crotch carefully. Opening his eyes, he found Ted, still naked, bending over him, a pleased smile on his face.
“Gees, that was great, Ted!”
“You acted like you’d never done that before,” Ted chuckled. “I guess a lot of guys are afraid to try a piece of meat as big as yours. I’m glad I’m not!”
“So am I!”
Ted straddled Phil’s hips and bent low over him. “That isn’t the only position, you know. I’ll show you another as soon as you get it stiff again.” He reached into Phil’s crotch and gripped the heavy, relaxed cock. “Lovely!”
“Better take it easy,” Phil smiled proudly. “That little beggar gets hungry real fast when you play with him.”
“You’re an athletic young stud,” Ted sighed, rubbing his hands up over Phil’s torso. “I want to have it every time you get hard—all night long.” He lowered his body to the youth’s and embraced him. “I put a jar of Vaseline on the table there. Use all you need, honey.”
ACT III
The innocence of youth retreated farther into the past with each new experience.
Phil’s body was maturing into solid, virile manhood, and with that manhood came a further intensity of the desire within him. Night after night he sought men who would worship before his magnificent young body and relieve the passions filling him. He went back to Ted often at first, but as time passed, he found other men eager to gain their own satisfaction in accepting a young sailor’s demands. Phil was young and handsome, and his passion seemed almost unending. He knew what he liked, and he took what he wanted.
The student had learned many things from his teachers. Now he was to receive an unexpected lesson....
* * * *
The three young sailors staggered down the street toward the lonely row of darkened barracks.
“Shit,” Jack muttered, “everybody gets leave except us. Shit!”
“We oughta have a party,” Phil said, stumbling against Jack and leaning on his shoulder heavily.
“You’ve already had a party,” Bob grinned. “A real ball!” Bob was several years older than Phil, with dark, wavy hair and narrow black eyes. He was solidly built and aggressively rugged. “I bet you had every guy there—except Jack and me.”
“Bend over and I’ll take care of you guys too!”
“No thanks!” Bob chuckled. “I’m not drunk enough to try that flag-pole of yours!”
Laughing, the three young men turned into one of the barracks and stood unsteadily together in the darkness.
“Nobody’s home!” Phil exclaimed. “Let’s go back to the party! There’s a butch Marine I didn’t get to screw!”
Phil turned toward the door again, but Bob caught him by the arm. “Hold it, kid. You’ve had enough partying. We’ll have to give you a cold shower!”
Phil brushed the hand away, muttering, “I’m not drunk—I can give myself a shower!”
Grinning, Jack and Bob watched as Phil staggered down the barracks aisle to his bunk in the middle of the long row of empty cots. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he began unfastening his shoes laboriously.
“I’m surprised he can still walk,” Jack chuckled. “I’d be beat if I’d done it as often and as hard as he did tonight. Did you see him with that little blond kid?”
“Some party!” Bob exclaimed, stretching hard and rubbing his palm over his crotch. “Yeah, it must have taken him fifteen minutes of solid pumping. That poor kid was out of his mind before Phil finally came!”
“I couldn’t have taken a screwing like that.” Jack glanced at Phil, who had gotten to his feet and started undressing. “I sure as hell wouldn’t mind getting into him though.”
“I figured you already had.”
“Nope,” Jack shrugged. “I doubt that anyone has.”
“Bullshit!” Bob exclaimed softly. “You brought him out—you must have talked him into spreading his legs.”
“I tried, but he’s never let anybody do it.” Jack grinned. “That guy he was with at the party tonight told me he was going to brown Phil if it was the last thing he did—and you saw who ended up getting fucked!”
“That’s no lie!” Bob gripped the heavy organs within the crotch of his trousers. “I started to drip just watching. Criminie, what control!” He glanced down the barracks to where Phil stood stripped to his shorts, and he felt his heavy cock throb with life. “Damnit, that ass makes me hot! It’s built for screwing!”
“Let me know if you make the grade,” Jack chuckled. “But I’ll bet he gets you instead.” He stretched and yawned. “I’m going to hit the sack. There’s a real beautiful young thing who just moved into my barracks and I think he’ll go for it now that no one else is there.”
Bob sat on his bunk and began to undress as Jack left. Further down the room he saw Phil throw a towel over his shoulder and start toward the shower room. The youth’s back rippled with trim muscles and his tight cheeks rose and fell sharply with his easy gait. Bob thought about how hot he was and how drunk Phil was and how satisfying Phil’s ass would be.
Bob leapt to his feet and jerked his jacket and T-shirt over his head, rubbing one hand over the solid curves of his hair-matted chest. Then he dropped his shorts and trousers, pausing to finger his heavy genitals proudly.
“I know what you need,” he murmured, staring down at his sturdy cock. “And he’s got it!” He picked up his shaving kit and towel and started toward the shower room. “Let’s get it!”
Phil was standing under a shower spray, rubbing a bar of soap aimlessly over his nakedness, as Bob entered.
“Pretty drunk, huh?” Bob asked with a grin.
“Who’s drunk?” Phil demanded, stumbling from under the water.
“You are, kid.” Bob took the soap from Phil’s hand. “Turn around and I’ll wash your back.”
Bob began working the soapy lather over Phil’s bronzed back in widening circles, and as his hands slid down over the smooth flesh, he stepped closer, pausing occasionally to quickly wipe a handful of foam over his own stiffening dick. Then his palms cupped over Phil’s sleek, trim cheeks, and he sucked in a sharp breath as his fingers slipped deep between them. Phil stood motionless, his legs slightly spread, only vaguely aware of what Bob was doing.
Bob’s cock was rigid and hard now, and suddenly he thrust it between Phil’s cheeks. The young sailor jerked back in surprise, and Bob’s organ slipped on forward between his legs.
“Hey, what’s this?” Phil asked with mock curiosity, reaching down beneath his balls to grasp the potent dick. “A real hot one, huh?” He rubbed his thumb over the taut, soap-covered head, watching the throbbing meat quiver. “Want me to palm it off?”
“I know something better,” Bob murmured tensely, drawing his rigid cock back and wiping his well-lathered hand over its turgid length once more. “Relax, Phil.” Carefully he guided the head of his cock between Phil’s cheeks and then thrust his hips forward hard, feeling the warm tightness of the youth’s virgin ass about it. “There!”
For a moment the two men stood stationary, and then Phil stiffened with a gasp. “Hey!”
“C’mon, Phil, relax! I’ll be real gentle! You’ll like it!”
“Cut it out,” Phil exclaimed thickly, starting to pull away.
“Let it in, Phil!” Bob wrapped his arms about the youth’s waist, forcing his cock brutally against the resistance. “Bend over a little and it’ll slip right in. It won’t hurt.”
“Cut it out!” Phil repeated, straining to get free of the arms holding him, the body pressing against his back, the giant jabbing between his cheeks.
Wildly, Bob forced the rigid organ into Phil again and again, trying to pierce the wall set up against him. “I gotta have it, Phil! I gotta have it!”
“Lemme go!” Phil’s body was tense, every muscle straining. “Lemme go!”
“I can’t stop now!” Bob cried. “It’ll only take a minute! Just let it in a little way!” His hands slipped down and cupped over Phil’s genitals. “Let me fuck you—just a little—and I’ll let you have me any way you want.”
“Cut it out, you sonofabitch!” Phil exploded, jabbing his elbow into the pit of Bob’s stomach and breaking free. “Get away from me!”
Bob leaned back against the wall of the shower room, expecting his cock to spew its boiling load onto the floor. Numbly he watched Phil duck under the shower again. “Please, Phil,” he begged softly, “don’t leave me like this. Look, it’s all set to pop! C’mon, Phil!”
Dazed, Phil let the water sluice down over his face and body, washing the soapy lather from his nakedness, and then he staggered into the head to dry off. Helpless, Bob watched him work the towel over his body haphazardly and then stumble through the door to the barracks.
Bob sucked in a deep breath. His husky body was still covered with soap from Phil’s back and his cock hung down thick and full over his heavy balls, still warm with the sensations of the climax it had almost reached. Bob ran his hand down over his belly and grasped his meat, wrapping his fingers around it and massaging its sturdy length.
“It’d only take a little to get you stiff again and make you shoot,” he muttered, staring at the strong organ. Then he dropped it. “Hell, Jack might be back—or something!”
Bob took his time showering and drying off carefully. At last he wrapped his towel about his hips, picked up his shaving kit and went into the barracks.
A beam of light from the streetlamp outside filtered through a window and fell across Phil’s bunk. The youth lay on his stomach, his arms folded under his head, breathing deeply with drunken sleep. Bob paused to watch the handsome, relaxed features, the sleek blond hair, the smooth tanned flesh taut over the heavy muscles of the shoulders and arms. His eyes followed down noting how the blankets clung to the dip in the small of the youth’s back and then rose sharply over the smooth-rounded curves of his ass. Bob ran his tongue over his lips and thought of the moments in the shower when the conquest was almost his, and he felt the familiar tenseness of desire come alive in his crotch once more. Then he bent over the bed and gripped the youth’s shoulder.
“Asleep, Phil?” The youth did not move, and a pleased grin curled Bob’s lips. His hand slipped from the youth’s shoulder and gripped the blanket, pulling it down slowly to the foot of the bed. Phil’s handsome body lay naked and relaxed, and Bob let his hands move over it gently, pausing to probe between the trim cheek with his fingers. “Passed out, huh?” Slowly Bob spread Phil’s legs apart. “Maybe you’ll wake up in time for the fun!” The sleeping sailor did not move.
Bob straightened and ran his hands over the black hair matting his burly chest. Then he jerked the towel from his waist. His cock hung down firm but not yet hard between his legs, and he raised it with one hand as he grasped his balls with the other. His nuts were loose and large and slippery, and he held them tightly, feeling the sensuous pain start to fill his groin. His dick stiffened quickly, the wide, flat head growing tense and hard as steel. He dropped his organs, arched his back and stretched proudly, his cock jutting out from his crotch potent and strong.
Then Bob dumped the contents of his shaving kit on the empty cot beside Phil’s and picked out the small tube of lubricant. Hastily he smeared some on his fingers and then bent over Phil, working these fingers between the sleeping youth’s cheeks carefully. He added more and more of the greasy ointment until he had the passage well-oiled and felt it relax.
“That’s the way, baby,” Bob muttered. “Now you’ll take it nice and easy.” He gripped his huge, rigid cock and slowly applied a light coat of lubricant to the taut head, grinning at it. “Take it easy, old man. There’s no rush this time!” He knelt on the bed between Phil’s muscular thighs. “This is the way I’ve wanted you for a long time, Phil!”
Bob gripped Phil’s sturdy cheeks, spreading them wide, and bent forward, carefully slipping his mighty cock between them. Deeper and deeper the organ went, and Bob caught up a deep breath of pleasure.
“There, the bulldozer’s opened the trail and the rest’ll go easy. Real easy!”
The youth stirred and groaned. Through a veil of drink and sleep, Phil felt the man’s body pressing down on him, the fingers digging into the solid muscles of his arms, the huge organ easing its way deep into his helpless form. He felt numb, unable to fight or call for help or beg for an end to it. Who was this man using him? It was as though he was a bystander, watching from a distance. A man he couldn’t see was fucking a drunken youth. A handsome young sailor naked on his belly—empty barracks—being fucked by—? And he was that sailor!
“Don’t—please!” Phil heard his voice come as though from another throat. “I can’t take it!”
“You’ve already got it, baby,” Bob said hoarsely, forcing his cock as deep as it would go. “I told you it’d be easy. Grit your teeth and hang on!”
Bob drew his hips back until the head of his cock almost slipped from Phil’s tight asshole. Then he drove it forward again, drew it back, thrust it forward. Phil felt the fury, the passion, the body smashing down on him, pinning him to the firm mattress; he heard the man’s panting breath, the groans of desire; he saw the world spin before his eyes, flames licking at his brain, brilliant colors bursting in the darkness that closed about him. From far off, Phil heard a voice, choked, straining, begging for it to stop, and he realized vaguely that it was his own voice.
“All the way, baby!” Bob cried, oblivious of Phil’s begging. “Give it to me!” He wrapped his arms about Phil’s waist, jerking the youth’s hips high into the air and driving his trembling dick into the hot, slippery ass for the final time. “Take it, goddamnit—take it!”
Then it was over. Bob lay heavily on top of Phil, breathing hard, sweat-beads forming between his shoulder blades and dripping down his back. At last, his heart ceased its mad pounding, his breathing slowed to normal, his cock softened between the young sailor’s cheeks.
“That’s okay, kid,” he said gently, rubbing his hands over Phil’s shoulders and arms. “We’ll just lie here like this for a little while. Lie here like this with my dong still inside you. And when it gets hard again, I’ll roll you over on your back and let you try it that way. And after that....” He sighed. “You’ll get the full treatment tonight, Phil!”
EPILOGUE
The lessons had been learned, each in its own time. Hesitantly at first, then with more and more confidence, the youth had put his training to use, taking what he wanted, offering what he wished. Slowly he had learned what he liked and what he didn’t like, how to get what he wanted to get and not give what he didn’t want to give. Where he had once feared the demanding giant at his groin, now he felt its virile strength proudly, knowing the many forms of satisfaction it could give him.
And so youth gave way to manhood, and student became teacher....
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Phil stood on the beach stripped to the waist, tight-binding Levi’s hanging low on his hips. The night was dark but he could see the restless surf wash against the sand in endless motion. He rubbed one hand over the soft blond hair curling over his broad full chest, and he grinned, thinking of the first time he had come here....
That was three years ago, and he had been young and innocent as he had lain naked on the blanket and allowed Jack to drink down the fire that burned so hotly between his legs. He chuckled softly as he thought of his first fumbling attempts to give Jack the same satisfaction that night, and of the other men on whom he had practiced and become proficient. He thought of the delights in discovering new methods, new experiences with each new partner. He remembered warmly the words of praise for his handsome face, his powerful body, his massive genitals. And he smiled as he thought how willing these men had been to do whatever he wanted.
Ted had been willing. He had talked rough and demanding, but he had given himself to Phil in a way that the sailor had not then experienced before. With that experience came an irresistible need for repeating it—again and again—with many men, willing and unwilling.
Phil himself had been unwilling when Bob first forced him into accepting this same act. But here too, he had learned and learned well.
Phil sucked in a deep breath. He was no longer the slim, lithe youth with innocent eyes, smooth chest and loins aching for unknown experiences. His features had grown strong, handsome, mature, and his body was solidly muscled and ruggedly developed. Proudly he let one hand find the bulging crotch of his Levi’s and feel the powerful warmth beneath the coarse cloth. He’d come a long way in three years!
Phil turned and sauntered slowly to the large blanket spread on the sand. Walt, a husky sailor several years younger than Phil, lay there on his back. Shirtless, a light growth of dark hair shadowed his high-curved chest and made a soft trail down over his belly, disappearing beneath his Levi’s. His black hair was short-cut, his features neat and youthful, and he showed his even, white teeth as he smiled at Phil.
“Want another round, Phil?” he asked, offering the half-empty pint bottle.
Phil grunted and drank deeply. Then he returned the bottle to the youth and fell on the blanket beside him. “Good beach, huh? Good and private.”
“Great! Hey, thanks for loaning me these civvies. I haven’t been out of uniform since I joined up last fall!”
Phil grinned. “You’re just getting started, and I’m almost out. Two weeks to go!”
“Gees!” Walt rolled on his side toward Phil. “Are you going to miss the Navy?”
“I dunno. I’ve learned a lot in the last four years.” He smiled at the athletic young sailor beside him. “You’ll learn a lot too.”
Walt took another deep swallow from the bottle and lay back, staring into the darkness overhead. “You’re a good guy, Phil. I’m going to miss you.”
Phil looked down at the half-naked youth and smiled. The night air was invigorating and he had drunk enough to feel pleasantly relaxed, and the young sailor was quite attractive. “You’re a good guy too, Walt.” With seeming carelessness, he placed one hand on the boy’s firm warm chest, letting his fingers caress the soft, dark hair and the wide, flat nipples. “You look pretty rugged, too.” His hand moved down over the taut, hard stomach. “You sure fill those Levi’s!” Phil placed his hand firmly on Walt’s crotch, feeling the solid bulge beneath his fingers. “Not much room for growth, huh?” He dug his fingers into the warm flesh beneath the cloth and felt the rising potency.
Walt laughed softly, excitement tinged with nervousness. “Take it easy, Phil. You’ll get it hard doing that!”
“I’m not worried,” Phil murmured with pleasure as he felt the youth’s cock stretch down along his thigh beneath his Levi’s. “I’ll show you how to take care of it.”
“You mean like palming it off?” Walt asked with a shy grin. “Hell, I already know about that!”
“I know something lots better.” Gently, insistently, Phil worked his fingers between the metal buttons along the trousers’ fly. He knew Walt had not worn shorts tonight—he’d talked him into that himself—and now his fingers touched the warm, bare flesh and the crisp pubic hairs. After a moment, he began to unfasten the buttons. “Just lie back and relax, buddy.”
“Hey!” Walt moved to cover his fly with his hand, then pulled it away slowly as he felt his trousers laid open and his genitals pulled free. He closed his eyes as Phil’s fingers grasped his balls, investigating their firm slipperiness gently, and then closed about his thick, rigid cock, massaging it slowly, steadily. “Criminie, Phil!” he breathed.
Phil stared down at the hearty piece of meat in his hand, rising stiff and straight like a virile young soldier snapping to attention. He felt the growing surge of excitement between his own legs, and he dropped his mouth to the tense organ waiting for him.
Walt gave a stifled cry of surprise as the strong lips found his dick. Then the moist tongue was rubbing over it hotly and his whole body reacted to the fire it brought. Phil consumed the rigid cock completely, drawing it deep into his throat and urging its climax steadily. His hands caressed the youth’s hips, his abdomen, his chest, and then Phil drew back and sat up suddenly. Breathing hard with excitement, he grasped Walt’s Levi’s and tore them down off his legs. Now the sailor lay before him, young and virile and athletic. And ready!
Walt twisted about on the blanket, frantic with excitement as Phil’s lips found his throbbing cock once more, dragging from its depths the furious explosion of thick, creamy liquid at last.
Phil heard the youth’s breathless exclamations of satisfied pleasure. He sat back on his haunches and studied the rugged, naked sailor lying before him, and he thought of that night so long ago when he had lain on this same beach for the first time. He dropped one hand to the crotch of his Levi’s and felt the pulsating hardness of his own dick. Then he ripped open his trousers and squirmed from them, kneeling across the youth on the blanket.
Walt looked up with surprise and, perhaps, fear—fear of the unknown. Poised over him was his friend Phil, naked, powerfully athletic, maturely built. From Phil’s crotch rose the huge, thick, rigid organ, its inflamed potency unquestionable. He saw Phil grasp this massive pole and press it toward him.
“Here, Walt, try it a little.”
Numbly, Walt saw the instrument come closer and closer to his face, and then he was raising his head to press his lips to the hard, throbbing head, tasting the thin, watery liquid already dripping from it, and finally accepting its full length.
“That’s the way!” Phil sighed, running his fingers over Walt’s short-clipped hair. “Suck it down.” He smiled at the surprising ease with which Walt was handling this new experience, and he thought of all the other acts this youth could be taught. “Take it easy, Walt. We’ve got two weeks!”
