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RESISTING TEMPTATION
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RESISTING TEMPTATION RESISTING TEMPTATION During the time I was in the Army Infantry, in the late 1950's, homosexuality was a crime, punishable by jail time. Men caught messing around with another guy, were court-marshalled and sometimes placed in the stockade (jail) for extended sentences. After their jail term was over, they were drummed out of the Army with bad conduct or even dishonorable discharges that stayed with them all through their lives and made finding a good job difficult. I believe, but I'm not certain, that a man with a dishonorable discharge from the military also lost his right to vote. Of course there were still gay and bi guys all through every military branch, including the tough Infantry unit I was in. In those distant days all the barracks I was ever in, were open, without partitions separating the men. The latrines were big open places. Sometimes there were stalls with doors that could be closed, and sometimes not. The urinals were all lined up with no particians between them. In the barracks where I was stationed in the suburbs of Mannheim, Germany, the latrines had no stalls, and the shower room was just a large open room with a bench along one wall. The toilets were porcelain jobs, lined up without any partitions separating them, as were the urinals. One night I woke up at around one in the morning and headed for the latrine. Something I'd snacked on at the PX was rumbling through my gut, and I needed to hit the head--the toilet. I was sitting there, on the john, with my jockey shorts on the clean floor and with my hard cock in my hand giving myself some<b> jackoff </font></b>pleasure when the Sgt. of the Guard came in the latrine so quietly I didn't hear him until he was standing in front of me, watching me with my cock in my hand, and my eyes closed, getting ready to squirt. He was a young guy not much older than me, and his normal duties were in the armory taking care of the M1 rifles-- keeping the rifles locked up and in good firing order. I don't remember the sergeant's name, it's been too long ago, but I do remember how his eyes locked on mine, and then he looked around the latrine making sure no one else was in there. I'd done the same thing when I'd first come in the latrine. The sergeant was dressed in his fatique uniform, and had just been making a routine inspection around the barracks where the men of our company were sleeping when he happened to come on me as I was pleasuring myself. I took my hand off my cock which was still erect and engorged, and as I did, the sergeant reached his hand down and took hold of my cock and started jacking me off. I closed my eyes, leaned back on the toilet and let him pleasure me until I shot off in the air and on his hand. After I came, the sergeant rapidly unbuttoned his fatique trousers. His cock was rock hard as he moved toward my face and mouth. He had a stubby circumcised penis, and I can still remember how nice it looked. The Sgt. was just the right height so that his cock was on a level with my mouth, but I turned my head to the side. My mind was racing. Of all the things I love, sex is right up there with the best of everything in life, but I've never been so stupid that a brief sexual encounter would end up getting me locked up. Right outside the open door of the latrine only a few feet away, 15 men slept and another 15 men were sleeping on the second floor of the barracks. Any one of them could have walked in on us if I was sucking that tempting cock. The sergeant and I were lucky that no one walked in when the sergeant was stroking me off. I could see the sergeant was disappointed that I wouldn't take his hard cock in my mouth, but he turned away and went over to the line of sinks and jacked himself off into the basin of a sink, then turned the water on and washed his hand off where my cum had gotten him. Neither one of us had spoken a word, and he looked at me again while I was still sitting on the toilet, then turned and silently walked out the door. I went back to my cot, took a handkerchief from under my pillow that I kept for jacking off into, lay down on my bed, and silently relived the whole thing in my mind. In my fantasy as I came into the handkerchief, I WAS sucking the sergeant off. by david stardust...Saturday morning, July 12th, 2014...  |
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In those days you were very lucky you didn't get caught. Great story David.. Just glad it is out in the open now in the military hugs V Trying to repress our need for sex, is like trying to keep water from seeping into a basement with a cracked foundation... Or.. like trying to keep people who are so desperate they will risk their lives and the lives of their children in a slim chance to live in a place where they can perhaps prosper, or at least have enough to eat. Loving you always, Sweetness, david..
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In those days you were very lucky you didn't get caught. Great story David.. Just glad it is out in the open now in the military hugs V Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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