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GI Virgin Kicked back in the barracks, stuck on night duty. At nineteen years old, 5'8", trim, nice muscles, I'd get horny at the drop of a hat. But here I was in Germany, courtesy of Uncle Sam. Eleven o'clock at night, with my feet up on a desk, piled high with fuck-books. I always new I enjoyed watching attractive guys, but didn't know anything about gay sex- really. Boy was I naive. I guess you join the Army to see and learn new things. Working my way through Penthouse, I noticed a few letters about guy-sex, and then in a confusing tumble, my brain finally recognized what it really had wanted all through high school when my cock would confusingly swell when I sat on the bus next to Jack. Reading the stories, and hiding my 6" rock from the occasional guy walking by to the barracks showers, it all snapped together. Thursday night- by spending all night on duty, guarding the barracks (actually my companion and I took turns sleeping), we got Friday off. I had planned already to go to Frankfurt. In 1976, hitting the discos was always a fun adventure, but in my wanderings over the last two months "in country", I had noticed a gay disco (Blue Angel). Now that I understood what I was looking for, I knew what I was going to do this weekend. The night and day raced by like a shot. At 11 o'clock Friday night, the start of disco hour, there I was at the door of the Blue Angel, paid my 5 marks, and walked into another world. Sure my short brown hair said "military", but the tight jeans, polo shirt, and underneath, the merry-cum-fuck me black nylon briefs I'd bought earlier in the day, all said "one of the boys." Even at 11 the place was filling up. Pretty boys, macho guys. Dark lights, disco ball, loud music. As I sat at the bar my eyes feasted on the scene. Guys wandering around, alone, together, Was I going to get some tonight- just like in the stories. By 1 am I had danced with a few guys, some interesting. But as the placed filled to packed and the crowd jostled around, I came face to face with him, almost by accident, but definitely the one. My height, gentle blond hair, liquid blue eyes, preppy dress, Gaetan asked me, over the noise of the crowd, if I wanted another beer; of course, if he asked me to jump of a cliff with him right then, I would have jumped, with my hard-on leading the way. As he touched and squeezed my hand to fight our way to the bar, the electricity was instant, as if he was holding my cock. He was at the University, spoke great English, and after a dance or two on the crowded dance floor, he popped the question. The smell of poppers in the air did nothing for me that night as I was riveted to this gorgeous creature since first sight. We VW'ed to his small apartment and took the elevator up. I held his hand tight and followed him into the tiny studio apartment, as we coyly and furtively fucked each other with our eyes. I stood as we embraced, my first time alone with another boy. We pulled our hardening bodies close as his wonderful tongue went down my throat and his hand reached down to my bulge, then my ass. I gently went for the buttons of his shirt, then for the belt buckle. We ground our cocks together as hard as we could. It wasn't long before his cords were around his ankles. I could feels his dreamy hard-on through the briefs that popped out from his open shirt, it was like a present and I was savoring the opening of it. He had my shirt up, tweaking my nipples, and my jeans open so that the nylon wrapped cock jutted out into his hand. Then he casually broke away, kicked off his cords and hopped on his back on the bed, his outstretched hand inviting me in. For him I guess this was just another roll in the hay, two boys getting their dicks wet, but for me, although he didn't know it, it was my first, and I wanted a little time to savor him and the experience. I squeezed out of my jeans and knelt beside the bed. As my eyes soaked him in, my hands reached to feel him, to rub his stomach and cotton-cloaked cock and balls. Of course, at nineteen, our combined hormones didn't allow much time for savoring. My fingers gleefully reached into his briefs and unwrapped the thing I wanted most, his hard six inches seemed to wink at me; the lips of his uncut dick beckoned me to kiss them, and tongue the cock head inside. My first juicy cock. Sure my cock was straining against the black nylon briefs, but actually the stiff feeling was really cool between my legs as I knelt beside him on the bed. Sure I had imagined this moment, as Gaetan's cock slurped it's way down my throat, but I hadn't realized how great it would really be- him moaning as my tongue powerfully and joyfully explored it's first cock- the head, the lips, the shaft, the taste. That beautiful feeling of his fingers gently but firmly stoking through my hair, guiding me into his dreamy trip to orgasm. To hear him gently growl and moan under my tongue, to feel his hips squirming, grinding themselves on the bed sheets, I knew that my inexperience was more than made up for by my passionate tongue. After 15 minutes at the brink of mutual ecstasy, I reluctantly broke away and climbed on top of him on the bed. I wanted to kiss him long and deep, to let him enjoy the delicious pre-cum that filled my mouth, and most of all, I wanted to feel that body against mine. Another surprise as I climbed on top of him. My cock was peaking from the briefs, raging to rub itself against him, his stiff cock, his soft blonde fuzzy navel, it didn't matter. But when his freed cock popped up near my ass, I thought I was going to die. The stories I read in Penthouse focused on dick action, I was completely unprepared for the feeling of his hard cock nestled between my legs. As we kissed, we rolled on our side, then I was on my back, his knees straddling my hips, his ripe and luscious fruit dangling above mine. Without much fanfare, off came my polo shirt and my briefs, and in what seemed like one gulp my raging cock was engulfed in his throat. Laying on my back, my cock up his throat, my head back, groaning, groveling, moaning with each powerful gulp, I knew that I had found my way sexually. This was what I wanted--my god yes... After what seemed like an eternity of continuous near orgasmic reverberations, I knew I was about to cum. My hands were on his head riding this grunting suck-machine to one of the most important and soul-shattering orgasms of my life. The thought of "warning" him that I was about to come never entered my mind. Greedily I sought to jam that cum down his throat any way I could, to pump him until I was the driest well ever to slather his insides with my essence. Equally greedily his sucking throat pulled for it, too; it wouldn't have let go until it was pumped full anyway. My god! Like a volcano, I pumped and pumped, past orgasm and beyond, until the sensitivity caught up and my groan turned subtly uncomfortable. He gently released my still-raging cock from his glorious lips, but instead of quitting, he gave me a breather and then, from his place between my now wide-spread legs, started rubbing and licking my cum, saliva, and sweat-soaked balls, then my ass. The feeling was excruciatingly great- there I was back to moaning again, but when his tongue forcefully slurped and then entered my ass, I could have died and gone to heaven. After a few minutes of wide and deep slurping and tongue-thrusts, his head emerged from between my legs. Our eyes joined, mine dripping with joy, exhaustion and desire, his definitely bearing the smirk of accomplishment and anticipation. Almost effortlessly, as he crawled closer up to me, his fingers were dancing in the place where his tongue had been. He certainly knew where he was going, but this naive young GI was so enraptured I never gave it a thought. As our tongues met, he was gently stretching and massaging the place of his dreams. By the time his tongue moved onto my ear, my hand was on his cock, and I was drooling at the thought of swallowing that wonderful toy. His tongue consumed my ear one last time, and as I moaned wide-mouthed, he whispered to me that I should try the poppers next to the bed. He took a whiff as he positioned himself between my open legs, then passed it to me. As I fell into a glorious popper haze, I felt the heat in myself, my raging cock, but his squirming fingers had left my newly-discovered ass crying to be filled again. He had rubbed his cock around mine, lubricating it with the cum and saliva that soaked my crotch. Next, his hands reached under my legs and raised my knees to my shoulders. But what was that glorious rubbery thing rubbing against my asshole? My god, it was his meaty, juicy cock head rubbing where his tongue and fingers were. He urged me to relax, to take another hit of the poppers. I did, but as the aroma hit me, I didn't want to relax, I urgently wanted something shoved up my virgin ass, now. He certainly obliged me. Slowly at first, then with the power of a dog in heat, my nineteen year old fuck machine gave me the most incredible ride of my life. As my hips jumped to suck his cock back deeply into my ass, it became impossible to know who was fucking who. As we humped away with such desperate passion, I was surprised we didn't fall into each other. " Fuck me! Fuck me!" I cried. He groaned, moaned, and desperately humped, relentlessly driving his cock deep in and out of my cloying up-turned ass. The splatter of hot cum on my stomach and inside me came simultaneously, like I was coming inside myself. He flopped exhausted onto my chest, neither of us wanting to separate. But, as his hard-on flagged he popped out, and sat back next to me. Before he got up for a drink and a bathroom visit, he rubbed my cock gently, promising to enjoy me in him before the morning. It wasn't until a few hours later, after a long slow fuck of his creamy ass, that I finally got to spend some time enjoying my first cock- tasting a little of his seed spewing from his cock-- my first taste of the fine wine that would intoxicate me through life. I spent the weekend in heaven, mostly in bed, mostly in sex with my first dreamy lover. I'm sure he enjoyed the sex as much as I did, but for him it was just a roll in the hay with a pretty young GI- not the cherry-busting groundbreaker that it was for me.
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