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The Army Guy

by Indigo ricardo


It was a glance at first and then we traded smiles. I couldn’t take my eyes off this 6' tall masculine, muscular guy. 35 years old? 30? My buddy and I had a standing game of pool every Sunday; a couple pitchers of beer, a few games of pool and then we headed home, separate ways until the following Sunday.

"He's looking at you," my buddy whispered. "Okay, let’s find out. You go to the bathroom and I'll watch to see if his eyes follow you". Off he went as I watched the guy from across the room. His eyes never moved. "Now your turn, I’ll watch him".

When I returned from taking a piss my buddy looks at me "You Dog. He watched you walk by and watched you come back. Go say hi."

I'm not a shy fella, but we were not in a gay bar--but a straight pool hall. I thought about it for a second and said, "We need more beer; be right back." Now, I've been described as being easy on the eyes, outgoing, At 42 being 5'8" and 179 lbs I have a stocky body, but I do get compliments. I walked up to the bar where there was an empty spot, nodded and said, "Howdy". He smiled once again but didn’t say anything.

"Do you like to play pool?" I asked. He smiled and nodded his head, "Yes". "Let’s play cut throat".

Standing next to him I could see that he was definitely not 30. I extended my hand and introduced myself, "My name is Indigo, and the guy I’m playing pool with is Jake", "I'm Eric, nice to meet you."

Eric was tall with broad shoulders, mixed with black and perhaps Asian, piercing silver green eyes, but it was his smile that got my attention. After a few games of cut throat Jake was ready to leave and since we rode together it was my time to go as well.

"Where do you live?" Eric asked; "I'm about a mile from the Army Post". "I have to drive by that way, why don't I drop you off?"

I looked at Jake and he looked at me with a smile, "Have fun boys!".

We pulled into my drive way, on a hot sultry South Carolina Sunday afternoon and talked for a bit in the car. "Do you want to come in for a beer?"

"Sure" he said, "Why not".

As we get into the front door I closed it behind us and I looked at him. "I couldn’t tell if you were into dudes or not".

"This is my first time," he said. "I leave for Iraq in two months, I’m only here for training."

"Your first time…your first time for what?"

He looked down at me and said, "My first time to make love to a man.”

As I walked up to him I took his tee-shirt and pulled it over his head and grab his face, pull him down and we kissed. Shyly at first, but as he warmed up to the surroundings the kissing became more frantic and yet passionate.

"Forget the beer," I said and guided him to my bedroom.

We fell on the bed in a tangle of arms and legs, our bodies melding as we rolled over and over working our tongues over lips, ears and neck. "If I do something you don’t like or are not comfortable with please let me know, okay?"

"Okay, I will.”

We stood up and began undressing; before me stood a well-developed body. More farm boy than gym trained. His cock was at full attention and as he pulled off his jockey’s his cock bobbed up and down. I shucked my clothes and took a few steps towards him and held his warm cock in my left hand, licked his nipples with my tongue and stroked my cock with my right hand.

He stepped back a bit and dropped to his knees and took my 7" cock all the way to the back of his mouth. "Easy with the teeth," I said as I watched this boy in a man's body suck his first cock.

I pulled him up and we both lay back on the bed. Starting with his lips and working my way down I licked his arm pits, his nipples, down his stomach to the fat swollen 8" cock that was full of heat and the balls that were loaded with cum.

"Hmmmmm, argh, mmmmm, oh," was all he could bring from his throat.

I rolled him over on his stomach and said again, "If I begin to do anything you don’t like, please let me know and I'll stop."

"Okay"

I had him get on his knees and I planted my lips right on his asshole. The first time my tongue glazed his hole he screamed "HOLY FUCK!".

I licked and sucked his hole for a few minutes and then he said, "My turn". For a novice he did a great job of rimming my hole. I moaned and moved trying to get as much of his tongue deep into my ass.

Still on my stomach, Eric climbed up and with his hard hot cock in the crack of my ass whispered in my ear, "Can I fuck you?".

I reached over to the night stand drawer, pulled out a condom "Put this on," and grabbed the lube. He rolled the condom on his fat cock and I squirted lube over his cock and smeared some on my hole. I rolled over on my back and lifted my legs "Go slow and first until your cock is fully in me". He inserted the head of his cock and as instructed he went slowly, in and out until his full shaft was buried in my hole, his balls resting on my ass.

"Ahhhhhhhh". My ass was full. He pulled back and slowly started pumping my ass. I pulled him in and as our lips locked his hips increased in speed. Every thrust felt as if his cock was pushing deeper into my ass, sweat dripping from him landed on my face, my neck and my chest.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck" he repeated with each thrust. And then he slammed his cock into my stretched hole and started shooting his load. We both trembled as we continued to kiss and his body rubbed my cock. I came, coating our bodies in creamy shot after shot.

He leaned forward and put his head on my shoulder, breathing deeply and whispered "Holy shit. I've never had an orgasm that deep!"

As we lay in bed, sweaty with my cum on both of us, his cock began to shrink and I worked it out of my ass. The condom held his precious liquid and we both smiled. "THAT was good." I said.

We showered together and put on our Cargo's and grabbed a beer. "How old are you?" I asked.

He smiled and said, "23". I looked at him and asked, "Want to try it again?".

Eric and I fucked every Sunday afternoon until his unit deployed. He told me he would look me up when he returned to South Carolina. That was two years ago and I haven’t heard from him.

Eric, if you're out there, I’m thinking about you!

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1 Gay Erotic Stories from Indigo ricardo

The Army Guy

It was a glance at first and then we traded smiles. I couldn’t take my eyes off this 6' tall masculine, muscular guy. 35 years old? 30? My buddy and I had a standing game of pool every Sunday; a couple pitchers of beer, a few games of pool and then we headed home, separate ways until the following Sunday. "He's looking at you," my buddy whispered. "Okay, let’s find out. You go to the

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