Under the stars

Wednesday, 22 June 2011, 0333hrs

I need to wake up in 4 hours. Don't know if I should be writing this now but I want to document this rather interesting night. Just had a shower and lying on my bed right now. Everyone else is asleep, I guess, and no one should have known that I was away for the past one and a half hours.

Last Thursday after that short display I put up for Shun Rong, we went back to our bunks to retire for the evening. As usual, I took off my top and went around in just my shorts. I remembered a few hours later at about 7 pm, I went to the toilet for a pee. I used the nearest urinal from the door since it was the most convenient. I stood at the urinal with my short's waistband pulled down, as opposed to others who might prefer to take out his dick through one of the leg holes. Midstream, came this guy whom I had never seen before and he used the urinal right beside me, disregarding the supposedly sacred rules of urinal etiquette. Since I was already midstream, I had no issues of shy bladder and thought he was just urgent and needed the nearest urinal available. That was evidenced by the fact that his pants were already unbuttoned when he reached the urinal. He took out his rather thick, cut, penis and started urinating right away. Yes, if anyone stands beside me at the urinals, I am looking.

And I was horny from that whole thing with Shun Rong earlier in the evening. So, I leaned back a little, hoping that this guy beside me was checking me out. I believed it should have been a great view for anyone watching – my naked torso, my abs, down to my pubes and dick all uncovered. When I was done, I flicked and shook my dick vigorously and gave it a few milks to squeeze out the last drop of urine. It kinda looked like I was jelqing at the urinals. I wasn't sure if that unknown guy was looking, but hey, as long as I had fun doing it.

Anyway, later when I was back on my bed playing games on my phone, I received a ping on one of the apps. It was from a faceless profile 600 meters away, which texted me "Nice dick". I was quite puzzled. At 600 meters away, this guy wasn’t far away enough to be outside this goddamned secluded camp. But how did someone from the far side of the camp knew how my dick looked like? Apparently, that guy at the urinals found me on the app, where I had a picture of my face in my profile. It is no wonder I had not seen him around before. He is from the headquarters, located on the other side of the camp. He had made the trip over to my side to pass a piece of document to my officer at his bunk. That explained why he managed to appear beside me at the urinal. I guess it was fated after all.

After a few messages telling me how he liked my body, he suggested that we should meet up sometime next week (which is this week) for some action. However, both of us agreed that it would be challenging for us to find the time to meet up, not to say that we are from opposite sides of the camp. Me holding the rank of corporal and him lance corporal, the ability for us to move around freely in the camp whilst unaccounted for was almost non-existent. After a few rounds of sexting that night, we were both quite sure we would like to get on it over the weekend. Alas, I couldn't make it on Saturday, he couldn’t make it on Sunday. He did suggest something interesting though, he has duty on Tuesday night (which is now) and he knows of somewhere special. As the duty person, he has access to the key cabinet. Within the cabinet, there is a key that secures roof access to the building he is in. He told me he had gone up a few times during his duty to chill under the stars. The catch? The duty officer has to fall asleep before he could sneak out of the room.

2 am, I donned my uniform and set off on my way to block 2, where he is located. I would have to time myself to evade the prowling guards going around the camp, but with the guards going along a fixed route every hour, it was no challenge. I reached his block and made my way to level 4, the top level. I texted him and waited for him to come. Also in his uniform, he came up a few minutes later. I did not have a good look at his face last Thursday and my whole decision to meet was based purely on my memory of a short glance of his cock in the toilet. This guy looks decent, with a crew cut and a clean-shaven face. Well, that IS the dress code imposed on us. Of course, he was no match for my boy, 600 meters away, sleeping soundly on his bed right at that moment.

We smiled at each other but did not make any conversation. The awkward silence amplified the fact that we were doing something sneaky, with no good consequences should we be caught. He climbed up the ladder on the wall and reached for the padlock on the roof hatch, unlocked it, and slid it open with a little screech. He went up and I followed close behind. I would say that this was one of the most magical places in this small and crowded city we are in. On one side of the building, I could look towards other buildings in the camp, their windows mostly without lights. On the other side, overlooked the vast piece of vegetation where we conduct our field training. The forest would have been a great view if not for the darkness of the night, illuminated only by faint light pollution from the city.

Approaching his silhouette, I placed one of my hands on his shoulder and gently pulled him in towards me. Wrapping him in my arms, we started a passionate kiss, with our tongues like Dora the explorer, on a fun adventure into each other's mouth. I ran my hands down his back, landing on his butt and gave it a few squeezes. His body was bulky but soft, that of someone who had been desk-bound, not fantastically lean, nor was he excessively overweight. He reached for my smartly folded sleeves and pulled them down, followed by his own. Our bodies embraced by the grainy fabric of the uniform. My hands withdrew from his butt and towards his front. I started caressing him, beginning with his thighs, moving into his inner thighs, and slowly moving up to his crotch. I could feel his tool moving around freely under that pants. He was either in boxers or nothing. Meanwhile, he made no hesitations. His hand went in my pants immediately, through my underwear and cupped around my package.

He made the next move, pulling out his hand and started unbuttoning my pants. Once the four buttons were undone, my pants slid down spontaneously to my knees under its own weight. Ending our kiss, he went down – not sure if he was squatting or kneeling – and tugged my pants further down to my ankles. After being displaced upwards while he removed his hands just now, my dick head was peeking out from the waistband. He began licking me through my underwear, starting with his tongue on my balls, moved upwards along the seam that runs along the middle of my cotton briefs, across the thick waistband and ending its journey at the tip of my exposed head. I don't remember what colour I was wearing and I couldn't see it in the darkness either. However, I started to have a little feeling of guilt. While I had taken a shower earlier in the evening, I did not put on a fresh piece of underwear when I set off from my bunk just now. That piece of underwear I was wearing had seen sweat from my morning run and afternoon chores. Surely it would be unhygienic for him to be licking it this thoroughly. Nevertheless, he didn’t seem willing to stop, repeating the same motion a dozen more times while my hands ran through his hair and played with his ears. Under the cold breeze of the night, I can start to feel the chill on my shaft. My briefs were now soaked through the double-layered crotch pouch with his saliva.

I felt a light scratch with fingernails on both my iliac crests when his fingers gripped hold of my waistband. Slowly, he pulled down my briefs to reunite with my pants. My upright shaft slowly angled and descended with the movement of my briefs. Into his mouth, it went. Looking into the murky forest and with the dead silence of the night, the sensory deprivation increased my sensitivity to temperatures felt on my body. The warmth I felt on my dick inside his mouth contrasted with the cool breeze on the rest of my thighs. He started gentle and slow, his head moved forwards and backwards, generating slurping sounds each time he reached the tip of my shaft. Gradually, he increased his speed and I could feel a stronger vacuum. He went on, stopping at times with attempts to shove the whole thing down his throat and sucked with all his might. The strong bursts felt like he wanted to extract my sperm right from my testes with the sheer power of his sucking.

Time went by and I was reaching climax soon. I sounded off to him that I am cumming. He paused and stood up. His dick collided with mine on his way up. I didn't even realise he had his pants down. Must have been during the time while I was enjoying his service. I took the chance to grab hold of his dick and provided him with a short polishing service. Who would have known, his dick head was fully wet. Servicing me surely had his hormones and prostate on overdrive. He whispered to me that he would allow me to cum into his mouth, provided he had my permission to cum anywhere he liked. Well, I thought that swallowing was the most extreme situation that could occur and if he was going to have my milk down his throat, I wouldn't mind having his down mine too. And so, I nodded and agreed. Within seconds, he was back to service, my rod ramming on to the back of his throat again. He started caressing my ball sack and the inside of my thighs. I could feel vibrations from his head and from his left hand running all over my nether regions. He seemed to have increased his jerking frequency on himself.

Within minutes, my system progressed towards the point of no return again. I signalled to him the second time, only this time, I was sure to end. I placed both my hands on his head, slowly grasping his hair and increasing the pressure I'd applied on his head. I reached my climax and released my load into his mouth. Sure enough, he swallowed my cum, milked and licked every last drop he could find, leaving no traces of cum left on my dick. He continued to suck on my flabby meat which was just getting painful for me and I clasped his head and stopped him from sucking anymore. He finally released me from his jaws. He proceeded to stand up and I was ready for myself to have a go on him. I took hold of his wet tipped shaft again and asked him where he would like to deposit his material. I was half expecting him to say into my mouth and half expecting him to want it up my ass. All he said was that he was done too. Since when?!

He squatted down, reached for my underwear and pulled it back up. It is rare to meet someone who helps you wear back your clothes at the end of the act… … Aikes…! I know the front of my underwear is wet from his saliva… but why is my ass feeling wet too? I reached back and slapped my palms onto my butt cheeks, only to feel the wet area expand, spread through my right butt cheek and into my crack. Then, he told me that he sprayed all over my underwear the same time I injected him through his mouth. Ah, so his dick was located perfectly over my underwear that was stretched across my ankles. He reached down again and pulled up my uniform and buttoned me up. Once he was done, he stuck his right hand between my legs and pressed up onto my groin, ran his hand up through my crotch and around to my butt with both his hands. He circled his hands across my butt cheeks to ensure his cum was well spread over the entire region.

There were another 600 meters to walk before I am back to my block. I looked at the time, 2:35 am. To avoid the patrolling guards, I would have to wait another 25 minutes before making my way back. So we sat on the rooftop and looked at the stars, had a little chat until 3 am. I asked him if he was satisfied with the session because I hadn’t done anything for him. I barely had time on his dick and didn’t even suck him. He told me he enjoys worshipping me and that, alone, was enough to get him off. Even until 3 am, my underwear was still feeling damp with his cum. We parted and I started to make my way back. Every step I took, I could feel the slimy stuff on my skin. After a 10 minute stroll, I reached back to my bunk. I was tired and I couldn’t stand the feeling of my underwear anymore. I sat on my bed, removed my boots and hastily, but quietly, took off every piece of clothing on me. The bunk is dark, with fluttering noise from the ceiling fan. I grabbed my towel and grudgingly made my way naked to the toilet for a shower again. It is a torture to have to shower at this hour with cold water. So now I am done, on my bed, a little past 4 am. Shit, took me long enough to write this. Tomorrow is a long day. Good night, diary.

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