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Despite my concentration on training-and often on Brant--my mind was never off of Jason. Next to the actual training, he was my top priority when I was in jump school and now sniper school, and I thought about him all the time. I still didn't know where he was except that he had to be in Vietnam, and my whole life was focused on getting there. That's why I was devastated when I got my orders after finishing sniper school. I was pulling on a pair of shorts to go out and check the board when somebody stuck his head in.

"Hey, man, your orders are posted. I thought you were going back to Vietnam," Brant said.

"I am."

"Says Germany."

I stared at him like he had three heads. "You're shittin' me!" I thought he was. Everybody knew I wanted to get back to Vietnam and they all thought I was crazy.

"No, I'm not. Seriously, your orders say Germany."

He took a step back from the doorway as I went ballistic. I picked up my chair and threw it against my locker so hard I dented it. I tore up my bunk and Levi's bunk and threw stuff, and swore worse than any time in my life. I had never been so angry in my life. Brant actually moved toward the door. Another guy heard the racket and the two of them came in the room, followed by two more.

"What's going on?" one of them asked.

"He got his orders," Brant said. "They're sending him to Germany instead of Vietnam."

"And he's pissed about that?" one asked in disbelief.

"He wants to go to Vietnam. He signed up for it.… extended, in fact," Brant told them.

I was like a crazy man, and the five men stood back, near the door. Finally four of them moved in and subdued me, on orders from the barracks sergeant who had also heard the noise. They held me down, pinned like the tail on a donkey so I could hardly breathe.

"Is it okay to tell them to let you up?" the sergeant asked.

"That's up to you, Sergeant," I growled angrily, fairly spitting the words out.

"Everything is up to me, Corporal," he said.

Just then the platoon leader came in, Lt. Barkley.

"What the hell is going on?" he demanded, surveying the mess I'd made.

"A little altercation between Corporal Courter and his chair, his bunk and his locker," the sergeant said.

"Let him up," Lt. Barkley barked.

The four men released me and pulled me to my feet.

"What's this all about?" Lt. Barkley asked.

I knew I was red faced. I was so angry I could hardly talk. "Sir, I extended for a year on top of what's left of my enlistment. I went to Airborne Jump School and Marine Sniper School. I even went through basic training a second time, all so I could get back to Vietnam. I got my orders for Germany."

"Your bunk and locker had nothing to do with your orders," he said calmly.

"Yes, sir. I lost control, sir. I'll pay for the damage."

"Get this room squared away, get dressed, and report to my office. Ten minutes."

"Yes, sir."

Precisely ten minutes later I was standing at attention in front of Lt. Barkley's desk.

"At ease," he said. "Now let's go over this again. I pulled your file. You were in a coma for over two years as a result of injuries sustained in a bomb blast on your barracks."

"Twenty six months. I got over that, sir."

"Well, that might remain to be seen," he said.

My heart sank. I'd just fucked it all up; all that time and work. God, please, please, don't let them wash me out!

"Why the hell are you so dead set on going back? Most guys are extending to get out of there."

"I left the job undone, sir. And it's heating up. I want to be there to help finish it." I couldn't tell him my real reason….to find the man I loved. "And they promised….."

"Nobody promised you squat, Corporal," he snapped.

"With all due respect, sir, I've got it in writing," I said.

"Anything you've got in writing can be rescinded. You should know that."

"Yes, sir."

"But I don't think that's what happened," he said. "I think your orders just got screwed up. I find it hard to believe that the Marines went to all the trouble and expense to put you through Airborne and sniper school to send you to Germany."

"I don't know. I hope you're right, sir."

"This episode, demonstrating a violent temper and a lack of patience, though, makes me wonder about your suitability to be a sniper," he added.

"It shouldn't," I said.

"Tell me why not. What happens if you're out there setting up a shot and things don't go according to plan?"

"That will not happen, sir. Because I will be doing what I want to do."

"You want to kill people," he said.

"Don't the Marines want me to kill people?"

He leaned back in his chair with my file opened across his thighs. He scanned it, but I had a feeling he'd already gone over it and knew every detail about me.

"I can assure you, Corporal, we're not going to let talent like that go to waste," he said as he closed the folder and tossed it on his desk. "I've already put a call in to Colonel Donner at the Pentagon. He's a friend of my father. He has a knack for fixing things. You might want to keep your bags packed."

"Yes, sir, thank you, Sir!"

"Meanwhile I'm pulling your orders to Germany and placing you on sick leave. You won't be able to travel till you get that rash cleared up."

"Yes, sir," I said with a thin smile. What fuckin' rash?

Colonel Donner fixed it. Eight days later I was on a plane to Vietnam.

It was a long eight days of waiting. Levi Brant was shipped out to Korea. We had a farewell drink at the Enlisted Men's Club and then we went back to the barracks and locked the door, and we didn't care who knew it. Guys were celebrating all over the place and it could be said that we locked it to keep guys from coming in and out. But we both knew why Brant locked it.

"One more time, for old times sake?" he said, turning back to me.

I was already taking my clothes off. "We never sixty-nined," I said.

"Okay," he said.

"A word of caution. It might turn you gay," I said.

He laughed and punched me. "After meeting you, I don't think being gay would be all that bad."

We used his bunk, him on the bottom and me astraddle him, starting out. We sucked each other with a reverence and we sucked like hungry puppies. We were hungry for each other, and for that time of raw lust, he made me forget Jason. We moved onto our sides.

"Damn, this is great, how come we didn't do this before?" Brant asked.

"Cause you weren't gay enough before," I joked.

"Fucker," he growled and gobbled my cock again, and guided my head to his.

We made up for lost time. We were up most of the night, going at it like there would be no tomorrow. At one point, Brant got real creative. He wanted to do it standing up, and he lifted me upside down and held onto me while he sucked my cock and I swung back and forth on his. The third and final time, we were back on his bunk, with me facing the foot of his bunk.

"Listen, when we cum this time, get back up here and let's swap the stuff, like that first time," Brant said.

It wasn't just a cum swap. It was a hard kiss that lasted long after all the cum had been swallowed. I fell asleep in his bunk; it was a good thing the door was locked. That was the last time I saw him. The fucker got up and left the next morning without waking me. I was a little disappointed; I was hoping we would fuck again during the night.

Waiting, I hung out with the cadre and trainers who were waiting for the next rotation of would be snipers. We went bowling to relieve the boredom, and to the PX for 3.2 beer and I wondered a couple of times about the possibility of hooking up with one of them. Mostly, I hung around the barracks.

One guy in particular, was friendly, to the point of being buddy-buddy. He could do that now that I was graduated and awaiting orders. One night he came into my room and parked his impressive tight, round ass in the desk chair. I was in my top bunk. I never locked the door, on the hope that one of them might venture into my room in the middle of the night and end up in my bunk.

"Bet you're going crazy, waiting on your orders," he said.

"Just three more days," I said.

"Unless they fuck things up again."

"Then I will go crazy," I said.

He laughed. "I hope not like you went ballistic last time. Listen, I'm going out on a limb here…. something you might be interested in. Might not, but I'm taking the chance."

"Try me," I said.

"Well, I couldn't help noticing how you and Brant were pretty tight." He paused as if to let his first words soak in before continuing. "And I've noticed, or think I have, how you sometimes look at the guys in the showers and that prompted me to think you might be interested."

"I said try me, but you gotta be more explicit, about what you think I might be interested in."

"Good, I haven't lost you so far," he said. "There's a bunch of guys who get together now and then for fun and games. Like minded guys; we play for the same team. Some of us were wondering if you might be up for it."

"Might be."

"It's all one team but you can pitch or catch."

"Sure, count me in," I said.

"Tomorrow night, then, be down behind the PX about eight. There'll be a Jeep waiting. Oh, don't wear civvies and wear dark clothes. No white T-shirts or anything."

I was pretty excited about the prospects. I was ready for some hard sex. I managed to flush out when I showered. I wore fatigue pants and a standard issue Army green t-shirt and boots. When I arrived at the pickup point a few minutes early there were six guys hanging around in the dark alley. I didn't know how they determined that we were all there, or maybe the driver just took off at precisely at eight o'clock.

We drove for several miles across the base and turned onto a little used road that soon became little more than a pathway through the trees with heavy overhang that we had to duck to escape. A short distance later the Jeep pulled in beside an old two-story, wooden barracks left from WWII. There was another Jeep already parked there.

"No loud talking and no lights of any kind," the driver said as he took us up to the barracks. He let us in and told us to go upstairs, then he chain-locked the doors from the outside. I could make out rows of stacked bunks, and a dim light in the latrine.

Upstairs there were two more rows of bunks and footlockers in the aisle with lighted candles on them. Most of the bunks had rolled up mattresses on them, the rest were made up. The windows were covered with heavy army blankets. A guy met our group as we came in.

"It's pretty much a free-for-all, just keep the noise down, no smoking. There's condoms and lube on the footlockers and other necessities down in the latrine. Do not try to use the showers. You can wash up at the sinks but there is no hot water. Other than that….have fun.

I was more than a little surprised at what I'd come into. Some guys were already having fun, standing in the shadows making out, a couple of bunks were occupied and going full force. As I was making my way to the far end of the room I saw a guy come in the fire door and realized he was the one who had chain-locked the doors; he'd come up the fire escape to get in. I went back into to the corner, half hidden by a wall locker to get the lay of the land. It was a habit that would stick with me, having my back to a wall.

From my vantage point I could see more making out in the flickering candle light. Two guys on a bunk across the aisle were in a sixty nine. Another guy just two bunks down from me was standing beside the bunk while another guy sucked his cock. In the shadows in the corner opposite me I could see two naked guys in a writhing embrace a pair of hands around a butt.

I hadn't decided where I might best fit in but I was drawn to a youngish figure on the other side of the barracks down about six bunks, at the edge of the ring of light provided by the candles. I couldn't see his face very well but by youngish, he didn't have the bulky frame of an older soldier. He had on a dark T-shirt and PT shorts. I wondered why he hadn't been taken but then I saw a guy come up to him, then exchanged some words and the guy moved on.

Just then the guy who had invited me came up to me.

"What're you doing lurking back here in the shadows?" he asked as he cupped my manhood.

"Recon," I said.

"See anything interesting?"

"Yeah, across the way, standing back in the shadows."

He looked around in the direction I was looking. "I wouldn't wait too long if I were you," he said.

"I've had him in my sights, time to make the kill," I said.

The guy stepped aside and I made my way to the other side of the barracks. I moved down the wall to where the guy was standing.

"If you need an introduction, my name's Brad."

"Conner," he said.

"I've had you in my sights."

"I thought you might. I was hoping," he said.

"Oh, really."

"I saw you come in. You move with such confidence and….. well, I've never been to one of these things. Didn't even know they exist."

"My first invite, too. Gotta be the best kept secret on the base," I said.

He laughed. "I wasn't exactly invited," he said.

"So, how'd you get in?"

"I was picked up. Hell, I was out for a run. I'd slowed down, getting ready to turn around and make the run back to my barracks when this Jeep full of guys came driving past and they stopped and pulled me into the Jeep. I didn't know what the hell was going on. It scared me at first, especially when they drove into the thick woods. I told them I wanted to head back to my barracks but they said no, I needed to take a break and have some fun. They were friendly enough so I went along with it. So here I am. I had no idea what I was getting into."

"I'm glad they picked you up," I said, laying a hand on his hip.

"So am I. It's kinda weird, like an omen, like how did they know?"

"You said you've never been to anything like this. Have you ever done anything like this?" I asked.

"Only in my dreams and fantasies. I'm glad you came over. I've had a couple of guys come up to me but I was too scared to go with them."

"Why weren't you scared of me?"

"I was. I was almost shaking in my boots when I saw you coming toward me."

"And now?"

"I'm still shaky in side, but not because of you."

"Because of what, then?"

"Because I'm attracted to you and I'm a total virgin."

"By total, you mean, not even a girl?"

"I fell madly in love with my fist when I was twelve."

"We've all had a love affair with our fist," I said.

"Listen, would you like to share a bunk?" he asked.

"Absolutely."

He moved past me between two bunks. He picked up something off a footlocker and set it on the footlocker of the bunk we were taking then cocked one foot up on the edge of the bunk to unlace his boot. I started undressing too. I liked his body. He was well muscled, lean and tight without being raw boned. He seemed to avoid looking at me as I undressed. I lingered a little behind him and when he stopped at his jockstrap, I stopped at my briefs. He drew back the blanket for me to climb in. Military bunks were not designed for two men but I lay on my side to make room for him. He climbed in with me and pulled the blanket over us. He moaned softly as our bodies pressed together.

"Why don't you lie on top of me," I said.

"If I won't be too heavy."

"You won't be."

I lay on my back and Conner got on top of me, stretched down between my legs with his head resting on my chest.

"This is much better," he said. He squirmed against me and I could feel his hard, tight abs against my cock.

I got hard in no time but we ignored it for the moment. Conner was licking my nipple as I caressed his hair with one hand, his bare butt with the other.

"Feels like I'm lying on a log," he said.

"If it's uncomfortable we could find another place for it," I joked.

"I think it wants out," he said as he shoved his hand down between us. He felt my cock through my shorts, tracing the outline. "Godd, it's so big! I'm surprised it doesn't rip your shorts."

"It's not used to being confined, I usually sleep naked," I said.

He tugged on my shorts and I lifted my butt up so he could pull them down. Together we worked them down my legs and he got them off of me. Then he moved up on my body so my cock was wedged in the apex of his thighs. It throbbed against his butt. He'd moved up so we were more face to face and he nuzzled his face in the crook of my neck.

"This is so nice," he whispered. "I never dreamed I would ever be doing this with another man."

"Then you passed your sixteenth birthday without ever being properly kissed," I said as I sought out his mouth with my own. He kissed me more than I kissed him, a brushing of lips at first till our tongues met, then it turned passionate. His body responded to mine and he began twisting his butt around and writhing back against my cock.

"Do you want the real thing?" I asked.

"Not yet," he said as he started moving down my body, leaving a wet trail of kisses. He disappeared under the blanket and I could feel his hot breath on my cock. I lifted the blanket so I could see him, without exposing us to the entire barracks. "I can't believe I'm finally doing this," he said just before he took my cock in his mouth.

He was wonderfully awkward as most oral virgins tend to be but he was quick to teach himself how to suck cock. I wanted to turn him around so we could sixty nine but I didn't want to interrupt him. I thought it best if he found his own way. I wondered if he would let me fuck him.

After a while he kissed his way back up my stomach to my chest then rose up, reaching over me to the foot locker at the head of the bed. He tore open a lube packet with his teeth and reached back to apply it to his ass. Then he reached over me again.

"I moved this from the other locker so it'd be handy, just in case," he said as he uncapped the bottle. "But I've never used the stuff, can you show me?"

I took the bottle and held it up to his left nostril, squeezing off the right. "Breathe in," I told him. "Again." Then I did the same with the other nostril.

"Ohh, fuck," he said, shaking his head, and took hold of my hand to bring the bottle to his nose again.

"Okay, one more hit in each side," I said.

When he was sailing, I capped the bottle and laid it on the bed within easy reach.

"Ohh, Godd, I am so ready for this," he said, reaching back for my cock. He guided it to his hole and put pressure on it.

I took hold of his hips to urge him down. I wanted to go in before the poppers wore off. Unsuspecting virgin that he was, he cooperated fully. He pushed back and the head of my cock burst through his tight, virgin hole. He choked and swallowed his outcry but pushed harder as I shoved upward. We buried my cock to the hilt, I thought before he was fully aware of any pain.

"Oh, my Godd!" he whispered as he hunkered over me, groping frantically for the bottle. I retrieved it and offered it up for another couple of hits. He held onto my wrist till he'd taken four then he began riding my cock. I'd seldom met a guy so willing and eager to lose his virginity.

The blanket kept working down and he kept pulling it up over his shoulders. Smiling, I pulled his face down and whispered, "It's not like no one knows what we're doing, Conner," as I kicked the blanket off of us. We attracted some interest and another guy came up beside the bunk, cock in hand. He offered it to Conner and he took it like a hungry wolf being given a hunk of raw meat. I ran my hand up and down the man's thigh and played with his butt. He cocked one foot up on the foot locker to give me better access. He let me finger him for a moment.

"Why don't you sit that awesome ass down here on my face."

He obliged, much to Conner's surprise. "Oh, fuck, what're you doing?" he gasped as the man settled his spread ass over my face.

"He's tongue fucking my ass, why don't you get back on my cock," the man said.

Conner didn't seem to have any trouble but me and the other guy kept having to ease off to keep from cumming.

"Fuck, man, you two guys together are more than I can take," he said. "Why don't you turn over so I can fuck your ass at the same time."

We put Conner on the bottom and he took another hit of poppers as I was shoving my cock back in him.

"I can't believe you're letting him fuck you," he said as I hovered down over him.

"Why should you have all the fun?" I joked.

"Are you gonna need this?" he asked, offering me the bottle.

"No."

"He's big. He's gonna rip you a new one."

"No he won't, I'm not a virgin," I said.

We attracted more attention and our three way soon became a four way when another guy moved up behind the one fucking me. The springs on the bunk were creaking and sagging and when yet another guy moved in I was afraid the bunk might collapse. But he didn't put all his weight on the springs. He climbed on in front of me, supporting himself on the frame to feed Conner his cock, with his awesome ass right I my face. He smelled good and I went for it.

Our collective climax was like a chain reaction. I didn't know who went off first but it was a domino effect of explosions that rocked the bunk, till we lay in a sweaty, moaning, gasping heap.

The night was a bacchanalian orgy, the likes of which I'd never been a part of before. I lost count and all sense of time as I moved or was drawn into one sexual encounter after another. We fucked on the bunks, we fucked standing up, we even fucked on the foot locker and on blankets on the floor. I saw two guys fucking in the shower, although the water wasn't turned on. Conner went a little bit nuts with his discovery of man sex, although he seemed to stay as close to me as he could.

At one point I asked him, "Hey, Conner, do you still have any of your virginity left?"

"If it do, it's gonna be fucked out of me before this night's over I'm gonna see so that. Godd, I'm so glad those guys picked me up."

As things began to wind down the guy who seemed to be in charge announced that we needed to start getting ready to leave. When everyone was dressed and ready we went downstairs where the doors were already unpadlocked. We sucked in the early morning fresh air. I didn't realize how badly the barracks smelled of sex.

Conner caught up with me as we were making our way to the Jeeps. "I wish we could get together again," he said quietly. "Can you come to my barracks?"

"No. You come to mine. I've got a private room we can lock."

"Great! When?"

"It'll have to be tomorrow night. I leave the next morning."

He almost cried.

As we were unloading back at the barracks I cornered the guy who had invited me to the orgy and thanked him.

"Glad we got you involved. But we never got around to getting involved," he said with a big grin.

"The night is young, you could come to my room," I said.

"The night is about over," he said, laughing. "But hey, we might as well make the best of what's left of it."

We showered and Joe--I finally found out his name-and I fucked till morning chow.

My last night I lay in my bunk waiting for Conner to show up. I was showered and I smelled good, and I was anxious to surprise him by turning up my ass for him. He never showed.