G.I. Dick
My dad was in the military back in the day when the base-exchange (PX) carried some of the raunchiest adult magazines. I may have been young, but I always found the opportunity to look through a few without someone giving me shit. Getting my little cock to stand at attention at the most inopportune time was my only issue.
The exchange was like a small mall, with venders, a barber and food service areas. They were all closed by now, and the exchange was the last store that was open. While looking at a few magazines near closing time, I felt that familiar stirring in my pants and decided to head over to the base gym to find a bathroom stall to toss out a load. The bathroom stalls were always full of drawings by young GI's that loved to show their talents at drawing naked women with huge tits and taking a big cock in their twat.
Reading some of the 'ads' and writing on the walls made me pretty horny. They were always accompanied with a phone number or a name to call and ask for if you wanted a good fuck or some good head. Every now and then, someone would leave a porn magazine or a few centerfolds inside. If they didn't have jizz on them, I would take them home and hide them.
I arrived and the gym was near empty, except for one guy shooting baskets. I found one of the bathrooms atthe other end of the place, away from the locker areas and showers. I managed to get into the last corner stall. There was someone in the stall next to it, but it didn't matter to me. I would just wait until they left before I started jerking off. I sat and started reading the familiar phrases on the walls, and looking at the shoddy drawn pictures. Although small, my cock was hard as a diamond. Looking part way down the wall, I saw a hole and an eye staring right at me. At first it scared the shit out of me. Years later, I would learn that this was called a ‘gloryhole’.
A finger poked through the hole and I was clueless as to what the person in the next stall wanted. Of course, I was pretty naïve. I was feeling pretty horny and reciprocated by placing my own finger in the hole. It made no sense to ignore the guy. I figured I could learn something and maybe he had some porn material to share.
In less than a minute, I caught a glimpse of a cock head pushing through the hole. I tried to look away but it was difficult to ignore. I was shocked at first. When I looked back, I was staring at one of the biggest cocks I had seen up to that time at my age. It was attractive and had a nice shape to it. My little cock was pulsating by now.
I decided to stay and play. I reached over and touched the head of this cock that was poking through the hole in the wall. It jumped a little, but it was warm and the head was spongy. I had never had a grown man’s cock in my hand, so I placed my hands around the shaft and began to stroke it a little to see how it felt. It was hot and the veins were pulsing with blood.
After several strokes, I heard the voice on the other side whisper, “put your lips on it.”. This cock was bigger than mine, by far, so I was apprehensive. I bent down to get closer to the head and it smelled nice. I closed my eyes and then opened my mouth. I leaned forward just enough to let the tip of my tongue touch the head. Once I got a taste of this beautiful specimen, I went for it. I started to suck the head and then took as much of the shaft as I could.
I continued to lean in forward and take his cock into my hot, wet mouth. The salty pre-cum wasn’t as bad as I imagined. I couldn’t get much into my mouth but I was trying the best I could. I imagined myself to be a slut like in the magazines. I was rubbing my dick furiously and squeezing my own tits like the models. It was as if my body was taken over by a slutty spirit and I was determined to be a pro at sucking dick no matter what it took.
I continued to bob and suck on this prong. Slobber spilled from my mouth onto the bathroom floor as loud slurps escaped my lips into the bathroom. I began to rub myself off.
As his moans got a little louder, the guy in the next stall pulled his cock out of my mouth. When I looked, his fingers came through the hole once again, this time holding a small object with a wrapper around it.
“Here.”, he said. “Put this on.” I had no idea what it was. I opened the package and it was a like a rubbery baloon. A condom. The first time I had ever saw one. I looked at it, but wasn’t sure how it would fit. It was way too big for my little cock.
I gave it back and said that it didn’t fit.
“What?”, he said with shock in his voice. Once again, he looked through the hole at me and then caught a glimpse of my miniscule and pathetic cock.
“Can I come to your stall?”, he asked.
“Sure. But don’t you think we’ll get caught?” I asked him hesitantly.
“I doubt it.” he said. “Besides, no one ever comes to this bathroom when they have the locker rooms.”
I unlocked my stall door and there stood a young military guy in shorts and a tee. The bathroom was dimly lit and even if someone did come in, they would have to get on their knees and look under a stall to see us anyway. The plan was to stand on the toilet if someone walked in. Only one set of shoes would be seen if anyone were to look.
Without a second thought, his shorts dropped to reveal that beautiful cock and a set of hairy balls. “Ok. Are you sure you’re ok with this.” He asked. I looked up at him and with a smile, I nodded and said, “Yes.” I was starting to feel like a whore. I was warm all over and my head was swimming at the thought of doing what the women in the magazines do. The truth is, I wanted to be the women in those magazines. Gorgeous, sensual looking and with men wanting to give them the attention they deserved.
As I grabbed his crank and began to jerk him off. He showed me exactly how to stroke his cock and turn it slightly to give it a full rub. When I got pretty good at it, I moved forward to take him into my mouth. Now, I was sucking and stroking this GI’s cock like life had no other meaning. He was nice to me, and I wanted to please him. I pilled on his balls occasionally. They felt so good in my hands.
Cum was spewing from my own little dick, while I was staring up at this handsome GI, with his spongy cock-head stretching my mouth wide. I would lick and nibble he head to keep him on edge, just like what I read in the magazines.
“Shit! You’re pretty good at this.” grunted the GI. “You do this a lot?”
“You’re my first time.” I said. “The first time I ever held a grown man’s cock. “
He looked shocked. Here’s this young guy sucking on his cock. The excitement must have been too much for him since he tensed up and started shooting an ivory white cream onto my chin, face and shirt. I could feel the hot cum drop onto my dick as I stroked it. It provided the lube I needed to reach my own cum blasting fervor. It was the first time I had tasted cum, and I was hooked.
I wondered what it would have felt like stretching my ass and shooting sperm into my guts.
As he subsided from launching his load on my face, I licked his cock to get every drop of tasty jizz. After he cleaned up, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a twenty dollar bill.
“Here you go.” He threw the bill to me.
“I’m not a whore. You don't have to pay me for this.” I said.
“Of course you’re not… Consider it payment for me messing up your shirt. Just take it.”
After that evening, I was a boi-slut. A boi-slut for man-cock.
I waited a little while after he walked out and then jerked out another load of my own juice. I cleaned up and walked out with a sweet image in my mind that has provided several years of jerk-off memories for me to stroke to.
The exchange was like a small mall, with venders, a barber and food service areas. They were all closed by now, and the exchange was the last store that was open. While looking at a few magazines near closing time, I felt that familiar stirring in my pants and decided to head over to the base gym to find a bathroom stall to toss out a load. The bathroom stalls were always full of drawings by young GI's that loved to show their talents at drawing naked women with huge tits and taking a big cock in their twat.
Reading some of the 'ads' and writing on the walls made me pretty horny. They were always accompanied with a phone number or a name to call and ask for if you wanted a good fuck or some good head. Every now and then, someone would leave a porn magazine or a few centerfolds inside. If they didn't have jizz on them, I would take them home and hide them.
I arrived and the gym was near empty, except for one guy shooting baskets. I found one of the bathrooms atthe other end of the place, away from the locker areas and showers. I managed to get into the last corner stall. There was someone in the stall next to it, but it didn't matter to me. I would just wait until they left before I started jerking off. I sat and started reading the familiar phrases on the walls, and looking at the shoddy drawn pictures. Although small, my cock was hard as a diamond. Looking part way down the wall, I saw a hole and an eye staring right at me. At first it scared the shit out of me. Years later, I would learn that this was called a ‘gloryhole’.
A finger poked through the hole and I was clueless as to what the person in the next stall wanted. Of course, I was pretty naïve. I was feeling pretty horny and reciprocated by placing my own finger in the hole. It made no sense to ignore the guy. I figured I could learn something and maybe he had some porn material to share.
In less than a minute, I caught a glimpse of a cock head pushing through the hole. I tried to look away but it was difficult to ignore. I was shocked at first. When I looked back, I was staring at one of the biggest cocks I had seen up to that time at my age. It was attractive and had a nice shape to it. My little cock was pulsating by now.
I decided to stay and play. I reached over and touched the head of this cock that was poking through the hole in the wall. It jumped a little, but it was warm and the head was spongy. I had never had a grown man’s cock in my hand, so I placed my hands around the shaft and began to stroke it a little to see how it felt. It was hot and the veins were pulsing with blood.
After several strokes, I heard the voice on the other side whisper, “put your lips on it.”. This cock was bigger than mine, by far, so I was apprehensive. I bent down to get closer to the head and it smelled nice. I closed my eyes and then opened my mouth. I leaned forward just enough to let the tip of my tongue touch the head. Once I got a taste of this beautiful specimen, I went for it. I started to suck the head and then took as much of the shaft as I could.
I continued to lean in forward and take his cock into my hot, wet mouth. The salty pre-cum wasn’t as bad as I imagined. I couldn’t get much into my mouth but I was trying the best I could. I imagined myself to be a slut like in the magazines. I was rubbing my dick furiously and squeezing my own tits like the models. It was as if my body was taken over by a slutty spirit and I was determined to be a pro at sucking dick no matter what it took.
I continued to bob and suck on this prong. Slobber spilled from my mouth onto the bathroom floor as loud slurps escaped my lips into the bathroom. I began to rub myself off.
As his moans got a little louder, the guy in the next stall pulled his cock out of my mouth. When I looked, his fingers came through the hole once again, this time holding a small object with a wrapper around it.
“Here.”, he said. “Put this on.” I had no idea what it was. I opened the package and it was a like a rubbery baloon. A condom. The first time I had ever saw one. I looked at it, but wasn’t sure how it would fit. It was way too big for my little cock.
I gave it back and said that it didn’t fit.
“What?”, he said with shock in his voice. Once again, he looked through the hole at me and then caught a glimpse of my miniscule and pathetic cock.
“Can I come to your stall?”, he asked.
“Sure. But don’t you think we’ll get caught?” I asked him hesitantly.
“I doubt it.” he said. “Besides, no one ever comes to this bathroom when they have the locker rooms.”
I unlocked my stall door and there stood a young military guy in shorts and a tee. The bathroom was dimly lit and even if someone did come in, they would have to get on their knees and look under a stall to see us anyway. The plan was to stand on the toilet if someone walked in. Only one set of shoes would be seen if anyone were to look.
Without a second thought, his shorts dropped to reveal that beautiful cock and a set of hairy balls. “Ok. Are you sure you’re ok with this.” He asked. I looked up at him and with a smile, I nodded and said, “Yes.” I was starting to feel like a whore. I was warm all over and my head was swimming at the thought of doing what the women in the magazines do. The truth is, I wanted to be the women in those magazines. Gorgeous, sensual looking and with men wanting to give them the attention they deserved.
As I grabbed his crank and began to jerk him off. He showed me exactly how to stroke his cock and turn it slightly to give it a full rub. When I got pretty good at it, I moved forward to take him into my mouth. Now, I was sucking and stroking this GI’s cock like life had no other meaning. He was nice to me, and I wanted to please him. I pilled on his balls occasionally. They felt so good in my hands.
Cum was spewing from my own little dick, while I was staring up at this handsome GI, with his spongy cock-head stretching my mouth wide. I would lick and nibble he head to keep him on edge, just like what I read in the magazines.
“Shit! You’re pretty good at this.” grunted the GI. “You do this a lot?”
“You’re my first time.” I said. “The first time I ever held a grown man’s cock. “
He looked shocked. Here’s this young guy sucking on his cock. The excitement must have been too much for him since he tensed up and started shooting an ivory white cream onto my chin, face and shirt. I could feel the hot cum drop onto my dick as I stroked it. It provided the lube I needed to reach my own cum blasting fervor. It was the first time I had tasted cum, and I was hooked.
I wondered what it would have felt like stretching my ass and shooting sperm into my guts.
As he subsided from launching his load on my face, I licked his cock to get every drop of tasty jizz. After he cleaned up, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a twenty dollar bill.
“Here you go.” He threw the bill to me.
“I’m not a whore. You don't have to pay me for this.” I said.
“Of course you’re not… Consider it payment for me messing up your shirt. Just take it.”
After that evening, I was a boi-slut. A boi-slut for man-cock.
I waited a little while after he walked out and then jerked out another load of my own juice. I cleaned up and walked out with a sweet image in my mind that has provided several years of jerk-off memories for me to stroke to.
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