A few minutes passed before he moved his hand from the armrest between us down to my right thigh. I glanced over to Dave. I stroked it slowly for a second, then lowered my head and took his cock into my mouth. Dave flipped a switch on the projector. I had never felt an orgasm as intense as this. All I really knew was that I liked what I was doing very much. I stood there looking at the screen where a pretty woman was being fucked by a well hung stud. I was now on weekend liberty, in my Whites, uniform of the day in that warm climate. Dave returned to the bed. Only queers and fags touched other men. The hooker that took my virginity two weeks ago never sucked my cock. I wouldn’t have another interaction with a man until six months later on a Greyhound bus going home on leave. I felt my cock pulse four or five times as I emptied my load into his mouth. He was rubbing his cock through his boxers. I laid to his left in boxer shorts as well. He rubbed my thigh a couple of times, then moved to cover my hand and cock with his hand.
