When I was 21, I lived with my folks near an airforce base in Florida. I
had a lot of G.I. buddies. I was into surfing and motorcycles, which a
lot of them were into also. I had one friend, Charlie, who was a very
unusual guy. He was 6'9' and weighed about 260. There wasn't an ounce of
fat on the man. He had gray blue eyes and black hair, and he was
blessed down below.
I met him through another guy who set us up on a blind date. Charlie was
under the impression that he was meeting a girl. When I was introduced
to him, he turned the tables on the guy and acted like we and I were
hitting it off. He held hands with me, put his arm around my shoulders
and even kissed me when they dropped me off at the end of the night. He
had clued me in to what he was doing, so I wouldn't be disappointed. I
wasn't because we did become good friends.
We so wrecked the guy, that he got pissed and started a rumor on base
that Charlie was gay. I ended up having to testify before a tribunal
that he wasn't, and none of the guys I knew on base were. In those days
the Airforce ran quite a witch hunt for gay soldiers. If the panel had
been more conservative than they were, Charlie would have been kicked
out just because he associated with a gay man.
The base commander knew me threw his straight son, and liked me, so he
put a stop to the inquisition. I came and went on base at will, and I
often went to the barracks to pick up friends who wanted to go surfing.
New recruits in the military are assumed to totally stupid. They are
given instructions on everything from putting on their tying their shoes
to brushing their teeth. One part of basic was to be taught how to take
a bath in the field from their helmet. The instructor stripped naked in
front of the fully dressed recruits, and put on a demonstration.
In one of the classes, there was a guy who wouldn't look at the
instructor. When called down for it, he tried to explain that his
religion taught him that the body was filthy, and to look upon it was a
sin. The instructor was pissed, and asked him how he bathed. The kid
told him, he washed in the dark, and used a cloth so he didn't touch his
own body. He explained that he had never touched his own privates.
The instructor asked him how he took a piss. The kid tried to explain,
but didn't do well so the instructor told him to demonstrate. The kid
said he couldn't. He was given an order to demonstrate. He tried, but he
was shaking so, that he couldn't even get his pants unzipped.
The angry instructor then ordered him to strip. After some time and
yelling, the kid did as instructed. He was forced to stand at the
instructor's side through the rest of the demonstration which included
some of the class stripping and bathing.
After the demo, they dressed and marched back to the barracks. That is
all but the kid, who was allowed to put his socks and boots on and
nothing else.
Back at the barracks, he was given a hand full of washable marker pens,
and told to stand at attention with them in hand in front of the day
room. The others were told that each time they entered or exited the
room, the were to sing in or out on HIS BODY.
I went to the barracks to pick up Charlie. Charlie's room was on the
third floor. The kid was on the first. I walked in and saw him standing
in the middle of the hall. I ran upstairs and asked Charlie what was
going on. Charlie told me the story. He suggested we go down for a game
of pool.
We walked up to the kid. He was written on all over his face, neck
chest, back and arms. Some on his legs, but nothing on his butt or dick.
Charlie signed in on his left cheek. Then he gave me an evil look. I
signed in on his upper thigh, curving down along his crotch.
That seemed to start things off. Several guys saw what we did, and
started signing more sensitive places. It was in the evening now, and
lots of guys were in and out of the day room getting soft drinks and
watching TV. The poor kid was given an hour break to get something to
eat and rest. Then, he was back, but allowed to stand at ease.
I had to pee, and ran out to the latrine. I forgot to sign out, and when
I came back, I had to sigh out and in. I started right under his balls
on his thigh, and went all the way down to his knee. The next guy was
waiting for me to finish, and did the same on the other leg. We both
brushed the kids sack when we started. Another guy suggested that since I
liked that sort of thing, I should have signed his dick. I told him,
maybe next time.
A
while later, Charlie and I went to the restroom. When we came back,
some guys were waiting and almost demanded I sign his dick. They handed
me a pen, and I took his dick in hand. Here's what I wrote:
"I'm sorry to have to do this to you, but these guys aren't going to
give either one of us a break until I do, so here I am holding your very
nice, and growing dick, and trying to cover as much of it as I can, so I
won't have to do it again, but if it keeps growing, I'll be here all
night."
The whole hall was full of guys by the time I was finished. They were
all laughing including, strangely enough, the kid. I finished and handed
him the pen. Then a guy grabbed his dick and started cranking it around
reading out loud what I wrote. They were all hysterically laughing as
he twisted and pulled the boy's dick. The Sergeant came out to see what
all the noise was. He got to laughing too. Then he said that if I wrote
something on his sack, that he would be covered and could shower it off
and leave the hall.
I was handed the pen. The guys were cheering me on while I tried to
think of something to write. Two guys lifted him up and spread his legs.
I took up position between them. The kid was laughing as much as anyone
else, as I started writing: "Well, here I am, in my favorite place,
between a mans spread legs, with his balls in hand. I'm glad you aren't
hairy. I hope you have gotten over your fears, and can start to enjoy
your hot bod as much as I am. If you need any pointers, my phone number
is, etc."
I actually put my phone number on his balls. The reading was once again
as funny as my writing. The kid was released, and ran off to the
showers. The crowd dispersed and Charlie and I went back into the day
room. A few minutes later, the kid was standing in the doorway naked an
dripping wet. All the writing was gone except the writing on this dick
and balls. He had a totally pissed off look on his face.
The guy who's idea it was for me to sign his dick, had switched pens. I
should have suspected something because it had a finer point. The kid
saw him snickering and knew he was the guilty one. He ran after the
culprit. Once he caught him he wrestled him to the floor and pinned him
in a school boy pin. His dick and balls were inches from the clowns
face. The kid said he should make him lick it off. Then he grabbed the
guys head and forced his face into his wet crotch. He held him there
smearing his face with balls and semi hard dick. Finally he let him up,
and went back into the showers.
A couple days later, Charlie told me the kid said to tell me he finally
gotten my messages off, and that he had saved my phone number. Because
of me he had gotten real good at masturbating.
I met him through another guy who set us up on a blind date. Charlie was
under the impression that he was meeting a girl. When I was introduced
to him, he turned the tables on the guy and acted like we and I were
hitting it off. He held hands with me, put his arm around my shoulders
and even kissed me when they dropped me off at the end of the night. He
had clued me in to what he was doing, so I wouldn't be disappointed. I
wasn't because we did become good friends.
We so wrecked the guy, that he got pissed and started a rumor on base
that Charlie was gay. I ended up having to testify before a tribunal
that he wasn't, and none of the guys I knew on base were. In those days
the Airforce ran quite a witch hunt for gay soldiers. If the panel had
been more conservative than they were, Charlie would have been kicked
out just because he associated with a gay man.
The base commander knew me threw his straight son, and liked me, so he
put a stop to the inquisition. I came and went on base at will, and I
often went to the barracks to pick up friends who wanted to go surfing.
New recruits in the military are assumed to totally stupid. They are
given instructions on everything
In one of the classes, there was a guy who wouldn't look at the
instructor. When called down for it, he tried to explain that his
religion taught him that the body was filthy, and to look upon it was a
sin. The instructor was pissed, and asked him how he bathed. The kid
told him, he washed in the dark, and used a cloth so he didn't touch his
own body. He explained that he had never touched his own privates
from putting on their tying their shoes
to brushing their teeth. One part of basic was to be taught how to take
a bath in the field from their helmet. The instructor stripped naked in
front of the fully dressed recruits, and put on a demonstration.
.
The instructor asked him how he took a piss. The kid tried to explain,
but didn't do well so the instructor told him to demonstrate. The kid
said he couldn't. He was given an order to demonstrate. He tried, but he
was shaking so, that he couldn't even get his pants unzipped.
The angry instructor then ordered him to strip. After some time and
yelling, the kid did as instructed. He was forced to stand at the
instructor's side through the rest of the demonstration which included
some of the class stripping and bathing.
After the demo, they dressed and marched back to the barracks. That is
all but the kid, who was allowed to put his socks and boots on and
nothing else.
Back at the barracks, he was given a hand full of washable marker pens,
and told to stand at attention with them in hand in front of the day
room. The others were told that each time they entered or exited the
room, the were to sing in or out on HIS BODY.
I went to the barracks to pick up Charlie. Charlie's room was on the
third floor. The kid was on the first. I walked in and saw him standing
in the middle of the hall. I ran upstairs and asked Charlie what was
going on. Charlie told me the story. He suggested we go down for a game
of pool.
We walked up to the kid. He was written on all over his face, neck
chest, back and arms. Some on his legs, but nothing on his butt or dick.
Charlie signed in on his left cheek,
Then he gave me an evil look. I signed in on his upper thigh, curving down along his crotch.
That seemed to start things off. Several guys saw what we did, and
started signing more sensitive places. It was in the evening now, and
lots of guys were in and out of the day room getting soft drinks and
watching TV. The poor kid was given an hour break to get something to
eat and rest. Then, he was back, but allowed to stand at ease.
I had to pee, and ran out to the latrine. I forgot to sign out, and when
I came back, I had to sigh out and in. I started right under his balls
on his thigh, and went all the way down to his knee. The next guy was
waiting for me to finish, and did the same on the other leg. We both
brushed the kids sack when we started. Another guy suggested that since I
liked that sort of thing, I should have signed his dick. I told him,
maybe next time.
A
while later, Charlie and I went to the restroom. When we came back,
some guys were waiting and almost demanded I sign his dick. They handed
me a pen, and I took his dick in hand. Here's what I wrote:
"I'm sorry to have to do this to you, but these guys aren't going to
give either one of us a break until I do, so here I am holding your very
nice, and growing dick, and trying to cover as much of it as I can, so I
won't have to do it again, but if it keeps growing, I'll be here all
night."
The whole hall was full of guys by the time I was finished. They were
all laughing including, strangely enough, the kid. I finished and handed
him the pen. Then a guy grabbed his dick and started cranking it around
reading out loud what I wrote. They were all hysterically laughing as
he twisted and pulled the boy's dick. The Sergeant came out to see what
all the noise was. He got to laughing too. Then he said that if I wrote
something on his sack, that he would be covered and could shower it off
and leave the hall.I was handed the pen. The guys were cheering me on while I tried to
think of something to write. Two guys lifted him up and spread his legs.
I took up position between them. The kid was laughing as much as anyone
else, as I started writing: "Well, here I am, in my favorite place,
between a mans spread legs, with his balls in hand. I'm glad you aren't
hairy. I hope you have gotten over your fears, and can start to enjoy
your hot bod as much as I am. If you need any pointers, my phone number
is, etc."
I actually put my phone number on his balls. The reading was once again
as funny as my writing. The kid was released, and ran off to the
showers. The crowd dispersed and Charlie and I went back into the day
room. A few minutes later, the kid was standing in the doorway naked an
dripping wet. All the writing was gone except the writing on this dick
and balls. He had a totally pissed off look on his face.
The guy who's idea it was for me to sign his dick, had switched pens. I
should have suspected something because it had a finer point. The kid
saw him snickering and knew he was the guilty one. He ran after the
culprit. Once he caught him he wrestled him to the floor and pinned him
in a school boy pin. His dick and balls were inches from the clowns
face. The kid said he should make him lick it off. Then he grabbed the
guys head and forced his face into his wet crotch. He held him there
smearing his face with balls and semi hard dick. Finally he let him up,
and went back into the showers.
A couple days later, Charlie told me the kid said to tell me he finally
gotten my messages off, and that he had saved my phone number. Because
of me he had gotten real good at masturbating.
I met him through another guy who set us up on a blind date. Charlie was
under the impression that he was meeting a girl. When I was introduced
to him, he turned the tables on the guy and acted like we and I were
hitting it off. He held hands with me, put his arm around my shoulders
and even kissed me when they dropped me off at the end of the night. He
had clued me in to what he was doing, so I wouldn't be disappointed. I
wasn't because we did become good friends.
We so wrecked the guy, that he got pissed and started a rumor on base
that Charlie was gay. I ended up having to testify before a tribunal
that he wasn't, and none of the guys I knew on base were. In those days
the Airforce ran quite a witch hunt for gay soldiers. If the panel had
been more conservative than they were, Charlie would have been kicked
out just because he associated with a gay man.
The base commander knew me threw his straight son, and liked me, so he
put a stop to the inquisition. I came and went on base at will, and I
often went to the barracks to pick up friends who wanted to go surfing.
New recruits in the military are assumed to totally stupid. They are
given instructions on everything from putting on their tying their shoes
to brushing their teeth. One part of basic was to be taught how to take
a bath in the field from their helmet. The instructor stripped naked in
front of the fully dressed recruits, and put on a demonstration.
In one of the classes, there was a guy who wouldn't look at the
instructor. When called down for it, he tried to explain that his
religion taught him that the body was filthy, and to look upon it was a
sin. The instructor was pissed, and asked him how he bathed. The kid
told him, he washed in the dark, and used a cloth so he didn't touch his
own body. He explained that he had never touched his own privates.
The instructor asked him how he took a piss. The kid tried to explain,
but didn't do well so the instructor told him to demonstrate. The kid
said he couldn't. He was given an order to demonstrate. He tried, but he
was shaking so, that he couldn't even get his pants unzipped.
The angry instructor then ordered him to strip. After some time and
yelling, the kid did as instructed. He was forced to stand at the
instructor's side through the rest of the demonstration which included
some of the class stripping and bathing.
Back at the barracks, he was given a hand full of washable marker pens,
and told to stand at attention with them in hand in front of the day
room. The others were told that each time they entered or exited the
room, the were to sing in or out on HIS BODY.
I went to the barracks to pick up Charlie. Charlie's room was on the
third floor. The kid was on the first. I walked in and saw him standing
in the middle of the hall. I ran upstairs and asked Charlie what was
going on. Charlie told me the story. He suggested we go down for a game
of pool.
We walked up to the kid. He was written on all over his face, neck
chest, back and arms. Some on his legs, but nothing on his butt or dick.
Charlie signed in on his left cheek. Then he gave me an evil look. I
signed in on his upper thigh, curving down along his crotch.
That seemed to start things off. Several guys saw what we did, and
started signing more sensitive places. It was in the evening now, and
lots of guys were in and out of the day room getting soft drinks and
watching TV. The poor kid was given an hour break to get something to
eat and rest. Then, he was back, but allowed to stand at ease.
I had to pee, and ran out to the latrine. I forgot to sign out, and when
I came back, I had to sigh out and in. I started right under his balls
on his thigh, and went all the way down to his knee. The next guy was
waiting for me to finish, and did the same on the other leg. We both
brushed the kids sack when we started. Another guy suggested that since I
liked that sort of thing, I should have signed his dick. I told him,
maybe next time.
After the demo, they dressed and marched back to the barracks. That is
all but the kid, who was allowed to put his socks and boots on and
nothing else.
A
while later, Charlie and I went to the restroom. When we came back,
some guys were waiting and almost demanded I sign his dick. They handed
me a pen, and I took his dick in hand. Here's what I wrote:
"I'm sorry to have to do this to you, but these guys aren't going to
give either one of us a break until I do, so here I am holding your very
nice, and growing dick, and trying to cover as much of it as I can, so I
won't have to do it again, but if it keeps growing, I'll be here all
night."
The whole hall was full of guys by the time I was finished. They were
all laughing including, strangely enough, the kid. I finished and handed
him the pen. Then a guy grabbed his dick and started
I was handed the pen. The guys were cheering me on while I tried to
think of something to write. Two guys lifted him up and spread his legs.
I took up position between them. The kid was laughing as much as anyone
else, as I started writing: "Well, here I am, in my favorite place,
between a mans spread legs, with his balls in hand. I'm glad you aren't
hairy. I hope you have gotten over your fears, and can start to enjoy
your hot bod as much as I am. If you need any pointers, my phone number
is, etc."
I actually put my phone number on his balls. The reading was once again
as funny as my writing. The kid was released, and ran off to the
showers. The crowd dispersed and Charlie and I went back into the day
room. A few minutes later, the kid was standing in the doorway naked an
dripping wet. All the writing was gone except the writing on this dick
and balls. He had a totally pissed off look on his face.
The guy who's idea it was for me to sign his dick, had switched pens. I
should have suspected something because it had a finer point. The kid
saw him snickering and knew he was the guilty one. He ran after the
culprit. Once he caught him he wrestled him to the floor and pinned him
in a school boy pin. His dick and balls were inches from the clowns
face. The kid said he should make him lick it off. Then he grabbed the
guys head and forced his face into his wet crotch. He held him there
smearing his face with balls and semi hard dick. Finally he let him up,
and went back into the showers
cranking it around
reading out loud what I wrote. They were all hysterically laughing as
he twisted and pulled the boy's dick. The Sergeant came out to see what
all the noise was. He got to laughing too. Then he said that if I wrote
something on his sack, that he would be covered and could shower it off
and leave the hall.
.
A couple days later, Charlie told me the kid said to tell me he finally
gotten my messages off, and that he had saved my phone number. Because
of me he had gotten real good at masturbating.
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