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"Dunno, where did he go?"Ĭasey looked towards out room "think he went back I guess. I moved the growing boner to the side and sat down. His eyes were on my crotch "better adjust yourself" he added. "Hey where's Russ?" Casey asked "I thought he was with you" he said.
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I wished it had gotten full hard just to entertain Monty more. But he invited me to come to the office that night during one of his breaks. "thanks, been a long time since a guy could openly fliert with me" he patted my butt saying he had to get back to work. I grabbed my basket and hitched it a bit. "of course I'd like to see you in a pair" his eyes were surveying my lower half. "that boy has a butt made for those speedos" he said. I laughed but was pleased he was being that polite or perhaps serious. "Which one do you like best?" I asked as if I could give him the body of his choice. He said we were a fine looking group of guys but he knew I knew that. Monty, the motel clerk was at the machine and we talked awhile. With all our bravado and masculine predictions of looking for pussy, we had collapsed in the sun catching up on sleep, which is what we did back in the barracks on weekends. I chuckled as I walked to the coke machine. The weekend had begun.īy mid afternoon we slept.
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I wore my skin tight civilian shorts and ther other guys had an array of gym shorts, speedos, jams and McArthur put on his bikini underwear.Īll of us, all six were soon in the pool, splashing, jumping off the sides, sunning and talking to guests. Casey put on a black pair of speedos that got my interest. We stripped naked and put on our various swim suits. Only the machine room was downstairs and we were on the end of the row facing away from the street. We checked into the room which had no other rooms next to it. I wondered what groups of soldiers had been there in the past skinny dipping drunk at 4 am. "Just don't do anything that makes the other guests complain, And use swimsuits even late at night" he smiled. The twinkle in his eye as well as my developing gadar told me he liked us for lots of reasons. It turned out the motel clerk was happy to have us and put us in a motel room in the back "that way you guys can have fun and nobody will complain" he smiled. So we got others to pitch in and we'd sneak em into the motel once we checked in. But four wasn't enough to get the price of our weekend down. We were friends but not especially close.Īdams, McArthur and Charlie Russ nodded in agreement. So perhaps guys had that in the back of their minds.Ĭasey suggested a bunch of us get a motel room in a town nearby and just spend the weekend swimming, sunning, eating pizza and "having fun" as he put it. We all knew where we were going after training. Only the newer billets divided guys into rooms and even those rooms housed 6 guys.Īnyway, we had been doing training for about 3 hard months before we got our first three day pass. Another 6 months in group barracks just like basic training. Of course everyone was straight.but you knew the butt jokes were stated for more then humor reasons. "Man what a butt" could be often heard when one of the guys with an attractive butt was laughingly admired by others.
So nobody thought it odd that male to male satisfaction went on. We even had one or two Sargeants that spoke to em. The gay guys who did tresspass got talked to privately by some of the rest of us.so they were more careful. What happened in town stayed in town (pardon me Vegas). But there, nobody paid attention to the wandering hands or the willing lips in the bathrooms. Dressed in our civilian clothes it wasn't as hot for me as being in uniform. Guys would chip in and get a motel room where more then the number allowed could crash and puke. But alas few times did hands, theirs or mine stray to each others boners to "help out a buddy". And they didnt' object when my soapy hands covered more then just their backs. That was the only time I saw and sometimes participated, soaping backs for my buddies. Some would exercise naked, others would sneak into the supply rooms and jack off, others would take 3 am showers. With more then half of the barracks on leave or in town on those sacred no work days, guys would find places to relax. Weekends things got a bit more liberated. We pulled firewatch shifts at night and the number of tented blankets I saw almost matched the number of guys silently stroking under those blankets. And those guys who have classic builds get examined you can be sure.Īs for erections, there are plenty of them too in the barracks. Even straight guys look at each other to compare bodies, endowments, ballsacs, pecs, butts, overall fitness.
I think some know they're being looked at. And that means guys are comfortable to let it all hang out like that. Of course nobody touches or does anything else.