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At school I was a bit shy. I got a bit of an inferiority complex after seeing the other young guys in the change rooms which was made worse by their jokes about me being "Tiny Tim" and even saying it in front of the girls during class. When it came to dating I sort of stopped at heavy petting because I was scared of being laughed at by the girls and the thought that they'd joke among themselves about my shortcomings made me avoid breaking my cherry. My sex life revolved around making love to my hand, sometimes a couple of times a day and the occasional shooting my load into my jocks on some heavy dates. This went on through school and my first few jobs. Then something changed my life. I was called up for the Vietnam War. In the army there's nowhere to hide. All the showers are open and there's no privacy. It was my first exposure to a lot of guys. Some were really big, awe-inspiring. A lot were a good size, and a few like me were more modest. Some were even smaller than me. There were a few jokes but whether it was because every one was well past school age or whether it was because there were more important things in their life, like being trained to be shot at, I don't know, but the ribbing was more good humored and not a put-down. But there was another learning experience. From the rough and tumble of guys living together and sharing their lives with each other it seemed that I was the only virgin, but I kept that strictly to myself. We left for Vietnam as reinforcements for the guys being sent back home either as wounded or worse. The plane stopped over in Manila in the Philippines. That night I saw things I never dreamed of, brothels, cabarets where girls would do tricks with stuffing different things up their vaginas, boys offering to do "special things", oil "massages". I was still too scared to "take the plunge" but this time it was because we were warned about getting some disease. In Vietnam there was no opportunity to get with any girls. It seemed like cum would spill out of your ears if you didn't jerk off whenever you were not out on operations. Only problem was where to do it. In camp four guys shared each tent so there wasn't much chance of finding a quiet place to "relieve" yourself. Now and then I'd wake in the night to hear someone humping his pillow, which would make me hard as a rock just listening. Then I'd quietly jerk off. There seemed to be this code of silence. Everyone was doing it but no one talked about it. It was like there was this enormous amount of sexual energy going to waste. My unsatisfied sex life continued this way for a few months then we were on an operation that was to guard teams of guys laying mines for about 20 kilometers to the coast. It was to stop the movement of Vietcong during the night. We'd been out for about 3 days and things were very quiet. There'd been no contacts with VC and the whole thing was laid back. When we got to the coast our officer suggested we go for a swim. Our platoon was 33 guys and 11 would swim while the others stood guard. When it was our turn we got our gear off and went skinny-dipping in the South China Sea. A few minutes later I felt this incredible pain on my dick. A marine stinger had wrapped itself around Tiny Tim. Must've had laser guidance. Talk about shrinkage! I got out of the water pretty quickly in a lot of pain. All the guys on the beach thought it was the funniest thing they'd seen. The guys in the water had a different opinion. Never have seen so many guys get out of the water so fast. It was really painful and my Lieutenant sent me off to the medic. I'd seen John the medic around but hadn't taken much notice of him. He was a few years older than me, probably about 23. Now that I was close up I saw that he was about 6 feet tall, with an athlete's build. Wide shoulders, slim hips, very lean with deep brown eyes. The thought of showing him my shrunken little fella just made it smaller. I told him what had happened and instead of laughing he seemed very concerned. I dropped my gear and he took a close look. I imagined he'd be well hung and I was in for some more humiliation. Instead he said it was a pity that my joystick was out of action. All this time I was feeling something strange. Here was a guy who didn't say anything about my size, and he looked like a movie star. He said the best thing to do was to apply some anesthetic cream for a few days and would I like him to rub it on. This was said exactly as if he'd be applying it to my finger or toe or whatever, no hint of anything else. But I felt a quickening of the pulse. I said, "No thanks, I'll do it" so he gave me the tube. I gently rubbed it on while he watched and my dick went numb. I kept the tube and applied it every 3 hours or so. But at night I couldn't help thinking about if I should have said yes to him rubbing it on. After a couple of days the pain had gone and we were back at base. It was usually the case that everyone would get a lot of beers into them after an operation and this was no different. It was about 9pm. I'm not sure how many drinks I'd had, but I had changed from beers to Ron Rico Rum when John came over. He said he needed to examine me to see everything was ok and then he could close off the entry in his medical log. I went with him and felt a stir inside thinking about John checking me out. I tried to put the thought out of my mind. The medics' quarters were one of the few private places around. We got inside and John asked me to strip off and get on the gurney. He had one of those lamps with a flexible shaft and turned it onto my groin area, which made it warm. He said he'd need to handle me to make sure it was completely ok. My heart started to beat a little quicker. Then John took hold of my dick and started moving it this way and that. By this stage I knew I'd lost control. My heart was pounding and my dick started to arc up. I said, "OH SHIT!" but John reassured me, "Don't worry, it's normal, I'd be worried if it didn't come up, anyway it'll help me see everything's okay." All this time he hadn't let go, he kept gently moving it to and fro. Now I was really starting to breathe heavily. John looked directly into my eyes, still with his hand on my dick and said, "It's fine, but it'd be a pity to waste it, wouldn't it?" My mind was in turmoil and our eyes were locked. I couldn't speak. John took my silence to be agreement and gently stroked my shaft up and down. I was starting to lift my hips on the gurney and all the time he kept his eyes locked on mine. It was if he could see right inside me and that I couldn't have any secrets from him. He said, "You want this don't you?" I gave in to it and quietly said, "Yes." I came about 30 seconds later, like a volcano erupting after all those years of solo hand jobs. I pumped cum all over my stomach for what seemed like minutes. After I stopped John kept hold of my dick, not stoking, just holding. As I started to ease down John said, "Now it's my turn" While his eyes had been locked on mine I hadn't noticed the bulge in his pants. It looked like he was very well hung and by now he was standing by my head. He undid the buttons and his cut dick was big. At another time together I actually measured it at eight inches. He turned me sideways and pulled my head to the edge of the gurney then told me to open my mouth. John held the back of my head and started fucking my face. He kept thrusting in and out almost to the point of me gagging and as his stoking became more urgent he was grunting and pushing deeper. I could tell he was getting close to coming and I just expected him to pull out, but as he got closer his grip on my head became harder and he stopped me pulling back. He came in great spurts and so deep that I virtually didn't taste it but it felt like hot toothpaste going down my throat. When he stopped he held my head in place until his dick went soft, probably a couple of minutes. John was moaning, "Use your tongue Kenny, use your tongue." I was laying there with his soft dick in my mouth and I started tonguing the underside, expecting it to slip out but he kept holding my head and unbelievably I felt it starting to swell up in my mouth, maybe only 3 or 4 minutes after he had cum. This really surprised me. I'd never been able to get it up after a jerk off in less than about 15 minutes. John came again with what seemed like the same amount of hot toothpaste down my throat. By this Tiny Tim was up again, the quickest time ever. John bent over and sort of swallowed me. It was the most fantastic sensation I'd ever had. This sex was so much better that laying in my bunk quietly jerking off. John said, "You've never fucked anyone, have you?" I couldn't keep up the pretence with John so I told him I was a virgin. Again, instead of humiliating me he just said, "I'll show you how to fuck girls and guys little fella. You'll catch up real fast." This was the first time I'd had any sort of sex with another person. Over the next 6 months I learnt that John was some sort of sexual athlete. He couldn't get enough and didn't care if it was a guy or a girl, and he got inside my head and my body. And he did show me. Getting privacy in Vietnam was almost impossible. I was either on an operation in the jungle, or back at base where we lived in a sort of fish bowl. I'd been thinking about John almost non-stop since he gave me the "examination" to make sure my "wedding tackle" was working properly. I still couldn't get over that this guy with the movie star looks even noticed I existed, or that he didn't make jokes about my size, especially with his equipment. Our paths didn't cross for about 3 weeks and I was horny as hell and jerking off at every opportunity. It was monsoon season and for about 4 hours a day the pain just pissed down. Guys would get their soap and just stand in the rain instead of making their way to the shower block. There could have been some good photos but in those days the film was sent back home for developing. They'd never pass inspection at Kodak Express (or it's 1960's equivalent). Watching some of those guys soaping up was a real turn on for me. I could watch from my tent while pretending to read a book, but trying to hide my raging hard-on was a problem. We'd just come back from a 3-day operation where there'd been 2 contacts with VC. Everyone was very edgy and the booze was flowing freely in the mess that night. One of our squad, Jimbo, was a poor drinker. He hadn't drunk at all before Vietnam but there was this sort of bonding thing that if you were part of the team you shared in everything, and that included drinking. After about 3 beers Jim would be legless. We would take turns to take Jim outside for a piss. Two of us would pick him up and stumble outside with him. While one held him from falling over, the other would undo his flies and take his dick out so he could piss, then tuck it away and take Jimbo back inside. I never minded when it was my turn. Jimbo was only about 5'6" and had no fat on him. He also had a dick that was about 5" soft, about as big as mine hard. While I was holding it out to piss I'd wonder what it would look like standing up. Then I'd give it a long shake, but I could have given Jimbo a blowjob and he wouldn't have noticed in his state. There was this Army saying "Big man, big dick, small man, all dick" This certainly applied to Jimbo. Just when I was feeling nearly as legless as Jimbo, John came into the mess and came over and said to call in to the medics' quarters on my way back. A little later I made my way outside the mess and the rain was so heavy it sounded like a steam train. I wasn't in the best of condition to navigate. It was almost pitch dark. The camp was in a rubber plantation and there was a lot of mud from digging trenches etc. I fell over maybe 4 times on my way to John and when I got there I was like a drowned rat. John said "Are you ready for your next lesson?" Even though I was wasted I could feel a stirring in my groin. John came closer and took hold of my crotch. He just stood there looking straight in to my eyes and felt my dick growing. He smiled and let go and told me to take my wet clothes off. Like a pet puppy dog I did as he said and was standing buck-naked with my short fuse standing to attention. "Bend over the gurney" he said as he started putting on some surgical gloves. "Your going to lose your cherry tonight." I knew what was coming and was a bit afraid but trusted John knew what he was doing. I bent over and John said, "This can be a little uncomfortable the first time but I'm going to make it easy for you." He rubbed some KY around my hole and I started to feel it right down through my dick. "This is going to be nice, you'll like it so much you'll cum" He said to breath in and out slowly and as I was breathing out he slid a finger in. It didn't hurt at all. Then he started pushing up and massaging my prostate. He was right, I was losing control and came about 30 seconds later. While I was still breathing heavily after cumming John eased his thumb in and started moving around. I could feel this because he had a big thumb and was working my hole. I was still dripping the last of my cum when I felt his dick trying to push into me. It was a lot bigger than his thumb and I took a beep breath but John said "Breathe in and out slowly" as I was breathing out he pushed in harder and again told me to breath slowly. By now it felt like he was about 2" inside me. It felt like a pole but it wasn't hurting, them John pushed again and now it felt like his head was in my throat. He started thrusting in and out and he grabbed my soft dick and started squeezing it and really grunting loudly with each thrust. If the rain wasn't so loud I think he would have been heard half a mile away. The first time I'd been with John he was completely in authority. Now he was lost in what he was doing. He lent over and told me to say, "Fuck me John, fuck me hard!" When I started saying it he seemed unable to control himself. He was holding my shoulders and ramming his mighty dick into me. He went what seemed a long time like this and it was knocking the wind out of me. When he finally came he let out a husky sort of scream and pumped even quicker. When he pulled out he said, "Sorry, but it's been a long time since I fucked anyone, are you okay?" I told John I was ok but felt like I'd been pounded by a poleaxe. He said, "Turn around Kenny." Then he bent down and put my soft dick in his mouth and started sucking it. Despite everything, I shot may load and John gave me a blowjob that I'll remember the rest of my life. After that John and I got together whenever we could. And he did keep his promise about teaching me to fuck girls on a wild R & R in Hong Kong six months later. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 49