Samuel

He was still holding my cock, but at some point I'd lost my grip on his. One of my arms was around his neck, the other halfway around his broad back, idly stroking the big muscles there. We stared at each other from six inches apart for a while until the world came back into focus.

"All right," he said. "So, yes. Kissing is good."

"Fuck, Sam," I said, still a little breathless.

"Yeah." He grinned. "You, ah, need more lotion."

My cock was hard as steel in his hand. I started to say something clever, but he ran his thumb across my glans and I settled for gasping and bucking my hips.

"You're never going to sleep like this," he whispered, his hand stroking me with intent. I pulled his head back down and we kissed like lovers for another unknowable time, the orgasm slowly building until at last it overwhelmed me and I came all over both of us.

"You know," he said when I was coherent again, "getting off with our faces mashed together might just cross the line into angry."

"Yeah," I said, "good luck selling that joke. I'd need really good drugs to get any farther from angry right now."

"So selfish," he said with a grin. "You're happy, sure, but I'm still angry as fuck. I mean, I'm furious here."

"Let me up," I said. "Maybe I can calm your rage."

I expected a complicated untangling, but he just sat up, lifting me right back where I'd started astride his lap. Now that I'm a full-sized grownup I try to remember how much fun it can be to be manhandled by a bigger and stronger person. In the right mood it's such a turn-on.

His cock was half erect. I took it in both hands and kissed him again.

"Whattya think?" I said. "Up for one more next level?"

"Now I'm scared," he said, smiling again. "What level?"

"Well," I said, "rumor has it kissing is good."

"Oh, man," he said, his smile widening as he caught on. "That's... oh, man."

There was a long, quiet pause, during which his cock and my grin grew at about the same rate.

"Seriously?" I said. "This is a tough decision?"

"Not by itself," he said. "But you're gonna want me to return the favor."

"Not tonight," I said, then laughed. "Don't mean to push you, Sam. I know I gotta give you time to adjust before we inch across that next line. You're like a cat in a new house, sniffing all around every room. And always thinking the next one might be a trap."

"Yeah, yeah," he said. "Like you got no fear."

"I got plenty of fear," I said. "But not of you. Not anymore."

"The kissing didn't freak you out? Idea of sucking my cock doesn't freak you out?"

"Samuel," I said, my voice a whisper. "I've been dying to kiss your beautiful cock since the first time I touched it. Nothing's going to freak me out. Up to me we'd have been fucking each other's brains out since the night the idiots left."

He didn't speak, but his cock pulsed in my hands and a second later he pulled me in for another long kiss. We stayed like that the entire time I stroked his cock, not even breaking the kiss when his participation in it had become just a series of moans into my mouth. His orgasm was almost as impressive as the first had been. I reflected wryly that my new lover seemed to be part fire hose.

Normally we didn't even acknowledge our sexual activities until after all our duties were done, but the next morning as we checked each other's uniforms- keeping white uniforms clean being one of the major activities of everyone in the Navy- he put a hand on my neck and grinned.

"Kenny," he said. "What the fuck did I turn down last night?"

"Only man on record ever to say no to that," I said. "Ever. Since the beginning of time. I checked."

"Probably not true," he said with a laugh. "But still. Always say my momma didn't raise any dummies. Possible I'm wrong."

"Possible."

"Hey," he said. "You mean what you said about fucking? Or was that... is hyperbole the word I want?"

"Think it is, yeah. And that's a question for when we're batshit crazy with lust. Ask me again when you're out of your mind hot for me."

"Okay," he said with a grin. "You mean what you said about fucking?"

"Yes," I said, returning the grin.

"Damn it. How am I supposed to think about class today?"

"Hey, you asked," I said, turning away to grab my stuff. "This is why I try not to think about sex until evening muster."

"Ken," he said, pulling me back against him to whisper in my ear, "I think about sex every time I look at you. All day, every day."

And he was gone. It's possible I was blushing a little as I headed out to muster.

On reflection the idea of studying in the common lounge really did sound like a good one. We'd kept each other up until two in the morning with reveille before six, which didn't exactly bode well for our self-discipline. So I settled in right after class, Sam smirking somewhat wryly as he joined me.

"Yeah, yeah," he said with a wink.

It was a fairly torturous delay. His nearness was so distracting that I kept having to stand up and walk around to get my mind to even register the problems I was trying to solve. And every time I stood up I had to check my lap to make sure I wasn't going to wave a tent in any of my classmates' faces. The issue dungarees I'd changed into after class were thin and very tight and didn't leave a hell of a lot of room for hiding an erection. It didn't help anything that Sam's pants were as tight as mine. I could clearly see the outline of the python between his muscular thighs.

I knew I was distracting him, too, but I didn't realize how much until we got back to the room. He assaulted me the instant the door latched, pinning me up against the wall and grabbing my cock through my pants as he kissed me forcefully.

"Motherfuck, Kenny," he said, lips still touching mine. "Do you know how fucking obscene you look?"

"Yeah," I said, grinning widely. "Twenty-eight inch waist, big dick. I get a hard-on I look like I'm smuggling a cucumber."

Sam made a sound that was pretty close to a growl. One of his arms was around my back, the other hand still groping my cock, and instead of bending down to kiss me he was basically picking me up onto my toes. When I managed to get my arms out from under his and throw them around his neck, my feet left the ground completely. And when that happened he just turned and dropped both of us onto my rack, completely on top of me.

The dam had definitely burst. We kissed with the fire of new lovers. He started unbuttoning my shirt and within seconds our hands were frenetic, tugging at each other's clothes and diving under them to feel as much as we could reach. We didn't even get our pants all the way off, as soon as they were down far enough for our cocks to meet Sam grabbed them both and started humping against me, frotting his big meat against mine with something close to desperation.

We might have even finished that way, but he started trying to kick his pants off without letting go of me and without even having taken his boots off, and somehow he managed to roll himself right off my narrow rack. Didn't let go of me, though, and I ended up on top of him on the floor, both of us laughing.

"Smooth," I said.

"Shit," he said. "Sorry. I shouldn't have come at you like that."

"Jesus, Sam," I said, smiling at him. "Don't ever apologize for that. That was fucking awesome. You do that any time the spirit moves you. Seriously, really, I ain't even kidding a little bit. You do that any fucking time. We just need to get our moves down."

"What," he said with a grin, holding out his hands to encompass our sprawl, "you saying this wasn't effective?"

"Well," I said. "I admit I'm turned on."

I kissed him and we were back at it, with only a little less frenzy than before. After another couple minutes' struggle he grinned against my mouth and deliberately pushed my hands out of the way so he could pull my shirt off.

"There," he said, running his hands over my bare skin.

"Plan," I said. "I'd have to lift you to get yours off. So you're in charge of shirts, I'll handle pants."

"Aye aye, Fireman Ken."

There was laughter even with the plan. My pants came off readily enough, but he'd gotten his thoroughly stuck over his boots. By the time we were both naked some of the fire had cooled.

Came right back, though, when my glance strayed from his laughing face to his cock. It wasn't fully erect, but it had that long, languid fullness of having been erect moments before. Sam smiled when I started to crawl back on top of him, then propped himself up on his elbows, eyes wide, when he realized what I was after.

"Last chance," I said as I took his cock in my hand. He interrupted whatever next-level joke I'd have made by putting a hand on my head and gently pushing me down.

His cock was big enough to fill my mouth even before it was completely erect. I played with his foreskin, sliding it back until my tongue could reach his head and then sliding it forward so his cock and my tongue were docked. The feeling of his head pushing my tongue out as he swelled back to full erection was like his cock was kissing me back, pushing itself into my mouth like a very large tongue.

By the time it was at full potential I had room to get a good long stroke with my hand even with my mouth completely stuffed. I spent a long time bobbing slowly, exploring with tongue and lips and only lightly stroking, trying to make it last for both of us. When he started to tense, much too soon, I let him out of my mouth and kissed and licked my way down to his balls. He started to reach for himself, close enough to be impatient for the orgasm, but I grinned and slapped his hand away, then laughed at his frustrated groan.

He groaned again when I sucked one of his balls into my mouth. I left his cock completely untouched while I sucked and licked them, trying to let him cool down a little. Every inch of him seemed to be sensitive. He gasped and grabbed my head when I nipped at his thighs, and when I pushed them apart far enough to let me lick his perineum he moaned again and bucked his hips.

"Please," he said, his voice a whisper. "Please, Kenny. Finish me."

I moved my way slowly back up his cock, licking and kissing more firmly and enjoying his hands grabbing at my head in desperation. When I reached his head I gave it a couple swirls of my tongue, then dived down on it as far as I could and started sucking firmly, his hands driving me down hard and his hips bucking up to meet me. My own cock jumped every time I went down. The feel and taste of him in my mouth was just too hot, I couldn't have kept teasing him even if I'd wanted to.

He was just coherent enough to warn me when he was close. I tried to tell him it was okay with a little "mhmm,", but what came out was a long moan. He groaned again and I felt his balls tighten up, then his cock pulsed against my tongue and his orgasm filled my mouth.

There was a lot of it, and it came for a long time. I had to swallow repeatedly to get it all. Sam was certainly very virile. When the flood had at last subsided I spent a few minutes gently sucking and licking, cleaning the excess cum and enjoying the feel of him gradually going soft in my mouth.

It wasn't until I crawled up to kiss him that it dawned on me that we'd stayed on the floor the entire time. Right next to my bed. Passion, or idiocy?

"Oh my God, Kenny," he said, still breathing hard. And grinning like an idiot.

"Even better than handjobs on the couch," I said.

"Oh my God," he said again. "That was better than breathing, man. Feel like I should buy you flowers or something."

"Chocolates. In a heart-shaped box."

"Hey, we're still going to be here on Valentine's. Get you some chocolates, roses, and sexy lingerie you keep doing that to me."

"Deal," I said. "But I got something else in mind."

"Yeah," he said with a grin. "How can I be scared and hot to try something at the same time?"

"Fear's gonna last ten seconds, tops," I said.

We clambered up off the floor and onto the couch. If I'd hoped for Sam to dive straight for my lap, I had to wait. He spent another few minutes enjoying the afterglow, then moved in for a kiss that turned into a long make-out session. I loved it, obviously, but I was just about ready to grab his head and shove my cock down his throat when he finally slid to his knees in front of me.

Anything he was missing in technique he made up in enthusiasm. And I'd overestimated how long his fear would last. As soon as his lips slid over my head he let out a moan and started sucking like my cock tasted of nectar.

He did his best to imitate what I'd done, paying attention to my balls and kissing and licking his way up and down my shaft, but clearly having a cock in his mouth was revelatory. Everything else was just in the way. It was all I could do to prod him up off it for a couple minutes at a time to prolong the moment.

And he didn't hesitate when I warned him that I was close. He put a hand on the base of my shaft, pumping in time with his mouth, and when the cum started to flow he actually pulled me in deeper and held me there.

He stayed a long time, gently suckling and then kissing and licking his way around my spent shaft. There was a big smile on his face when he finally came up to kiss me.

"We," he said, "are going to have to stay the fuck out of this room until every single thing is done, every day."

"You ain't ever told a lie," I said.

I laughed when I realized he was hard again.

"See," I said. "This is a vicious cycle. Gets me hot to do you, gets you hot to do me, we could be at this until we die of dehydration."

"Hazards of the service," he said, leaning in for another kiss.

There didn't seem to be a limit to how much Sam liked making out. He crawled up onto the couch and gradually pushed me down under him again, not seeming to care that I couldn't really get him off with one hand stretched awkwardly down through his embrace. The only time he broke the kiss was to kiss and lick his way around my neck and ears and jawline and shoulders, and he absolutely loved it when I did the same.

He got me high and he kept me there for a long time. An hour? Two? I don't even know. What finally interrupted this time was my back popping when his weight shifted on me. There are limited positions available on a love seat, and I was a bit twisted.

"You okay?" he said with a laugh.

"Yeah. Let me move my leg."

"Fuck that."

He demonstrated our size difference again by simply picking me up in his arms and laying me on his bed. The kissing barely missed a beat. Our cocks were against each other again, and after a minute he coaxed my legs apart with one of his and slid fully on top of me. The position clearly drove him nuts. Within minutes he was nearly as frenetic as he'd been earlier on my bed, humping our cocks together and moaning into my mouth. I was damn near as hot as him and barely had the clarity to speak.

"Not tonight," I said.

"God, Kenny," he whispered, his voice very thick. "I can't stop thinking about it. Ever since you said it all I can think about is fucking you."

"I do have a really cute ass," I said.

"That ain't even it," he said. "I mean, yeah. I like your butt. Me and half the lounge, earlier. But it's this right here, Ken. I want the face to face and the sex all at once."

"Yeah, I get it. You don't have to sell me on fucking or being fucked. But we're too loud just making out, Sam. We start banging this bed against the wall we're in big shit."

He kept moving his hips against me, but he nodded.

"Next time we're off base," I said. "We'll get a room where we can make some noise."

We already knew we had duty the coming weekend, meaning it would be ten days until we got off base. I might as well have said we'd build a rocket and go to the moon.

It was a while before we got to sleep. Sam didn't protest when I rolled us over, and I spent a long while enjoying his body on my way down to his cock. This time I made it last, taking him out of my mouth numerous times so I could tease him with kisses and licks and little bites. His body was so expressive in ecstasy that I probably could have guessed when he was ready to finish just by watching his abs and his ass and his quadriceps flex.

I swallowed him again, and again spent a while sucking him tenderly after the orgasm. He was ready to return the favor, but I pointed to his alarm clock with a grin.

"Sleep," I said. "You can do me first tomorrow."

"Damn," he said. "It's not even late anymore. It's early."

"Yeah, we're not models of efficiency when we screw around."

There was one more new thing that night. When I tried to get up to head for my rack, Sam stopped me. There was a lot of laughter involved in trying to situate ourselves on a rack that was barely wide enough for one, but in the end he managed to spoon me to his satisfaction.

Which meant we went to class horny the next day. First bell was a signal to Sam to start kissing my neck and shoulders. By the time I escaped both our cocks were pointing the way forward.

"Come on, man," he said, grinning at me from the bed. "Breakfast of champions, right here."

"We got fifteen minutes to muster, dummy," I said, returning his grin. "And we're in whites today."

"Plenty of time," he said.

"For you? Probably."

"Oh, that's cold," he said with a laugh. "That is some cold-ass shit, right there."

All at once he surged off the bed and trapped me against the wall, his arms on either side of my head.

"You know," he said, "when I fucked my high school girlfriend I went all damn night. It's your own fuckin' fault I can't hold out with you."

"Sure," I said. "Blame the victim."

He moved to kiss me, but I ducked out of his arms and fled to the head to shave. There was still an obvious bulge in the front of his pants when he came in a few minutes later.

It was Saturday that undid my self control. When your turn came up for weekend duty at our school it meant two or three watches spread over Friday night, Saturday, and Sunday, precluding any pass into town and pretty much keeping you around the barracks all weekend. Mostly people got caught up on studying and tending uniforms and cleaning quarters and all the rest of the routine maintenance, which I'm sure was the point. We weren't just learning our jobs, after all, we were also learning how to be in the military.

What it meant for Sam and I was that of the sixty hours between the end of work Friday and reveille on Monday we spent twelve on watch, maybe eight studying and doing chores, and forty with nothing to do but each other. And we binged.

He'd figured out by then that I wasn't keeping score, that it didn't have to be a one-for-one exchange of orgasms every time we got physical. And while he was a generous lover, he was also happy to take advantage of my generosity. I ended up with his cock in my mouth before duty Friday night, after duty, in the middle of the night when he woke up hard, first thing in the morning Saturday, after breakfast, after lunch, and again literally the instant he walked in the room after his afternoon watch.

The last go-round had him so wiped out that he almost fell asleep sitting up in the couch afterward, with me still hard as a rock. Which resulted in me standing on the couch and fucking the hell out of his face, far the roughest sex we'd had.

"Damn, Kenny," he said when I'd finished. "Thought you were going to pound that thing right through my skull."

"Don't pretend you didn't like it," I said with a quick tug of his cock, which was busily defying the laws of probability by being hard again.

"Yeah," he laughed. "Not gonna lie. That was fun. Be fun when I do it back to you, too."