Suddenly I grew afraid, that once he came, he would refuse to keep his side of the bargain. Maybe the thought appeared for a second. But he wouldn'd do it to me. He moved past me and assumed my previous position, sticking out his bare ass. I did it in the exact same way he did it, but I aimed better. I put my penis inside way sooner. Well - he didn't exaggerate. The feeling of a tight hot hole surrounging my dick. Indeed, it was fucking awesome. It was different, and after the long period of no sex at all, I was just extatic. The forbidden feeling, and no strings attached feeling added to the experience. I came with maybe a few strokes, less then a minute. That first time took me a little longer then him, but I was a little distracted from the funny feeling in my own asshole. But every push was so very rewarding, the hole enveloped my penis so tightly, every milimeter of it was stimulated. And when I came, it was such a relief, like with every pulse of my semen I felt my blood pressure going down, and all my nerves settle with every grunt. Because yes, I diffused everything inside him, in retaliation. I felt his ass and legs got a little stiff, the instinctive push must have hurt him, but he held out, which made me forgive him for cumming in me and making me feel that second of unbearable pain. That immediate relief, the instancy of it, you only get it from quickies. But as pressure was released, came shame, guilt. Was it really worth it?
Until the end of the night it was weird. We talked about it, but not a lot. Both me and him had a weird feeling, that we crossed over the line this time. I was ashamed. Apart of that, I simply felt bad physically. I felt the need to wipe my ass every few minutes minutes, because it felt like it was leaking, while in fact it was dry all the time when I checked. The feeling in the asshole was really troubling, like there is something still there. Also, I felt disgusted of touching my own penis, and it really needed some nursing, all itchy, demanding some airing or even better a shower. I also still felt embarassed of showing him my penis, so to really help it we would get in a corner of the room and make funny poses with our backs turned. So we sat there and kept adjusting our uncomfortable dicks. I immediately decided, that it was a one time thing. Litwin too talked about it as if it was an interesting, one time experience, never mentioning a repetition.
We did repeat it, however. It was unavoidable. When another period of tiredness and chastity passed, all it took is to close us down at a night's guard together. I looked at him and kept asking myself - why not? He will never tell anybody. He will not refuse, because I will also offer, and I can stand it. After it's done we can forget it completely. I will maybe feel like shit for a while but damn it, I need to feel it again and I need to cum so much. Tired of masturbating. Last time I came almost instantly. It will take no time. It will put no more strain on our relationship. We've already done it. It's not like we're gay or anything. All that will change is that we will be happy and satisfied.
Being aware, that quick male sex is so easly accessible, that all it takes is to ask and to offer, it is hard to hold back. It was hard to move back to sad, lonely gushing on the leak on the wall.
The hygiene was a problem to me. I'm one of those guys, who don't like to make a mess close to the body. I never cum on my bed - in the matress, into the sheets, into my own underpants, although it was popular to do it this way in the army. Cleaning cum from my belly with a dry cloth alone was never enough for me to feel clean. I don't like the smell of semen too. So sitting there in the hut for hours, having in my pants a dick dipped in cum, that was recently inside another man's ass was really uncomfortable to me. And I just wanted to forget the deed, it was hard like that. Litwin didn't like it too. We tried cleaning our cocks with water from a bottle, of which a main result was that the smell of ass and cum was everywhere - on hands, on the floor, on clothes, but at least our cocks were relieved a little. I liked about him, that we could turn everything into a joke, even sprinkling water on dirty dicks while hiding in the corner of the room, and smoke the smell away with cigarettes.
I won't say we did it a lot, the night shifts were like a reward, and I knew I deserved it. But it was also a lazy responsibility. Not a way to be productive. Not something you should want to do around. But I can definitely say, that every time we were alone there, which was every time except some times when there were some night excercises or maintenance around, we fucked. There were all quickies, very exciting and rewarding. From time perspective, I regret nothing in that hut. It was fun to treat it almost like sport, with no strings attached. "Come on let's do it. I need to cum, I'm hard already I can't help it". "No, wait at least until 2 am. I need it too, and I go first tonight, remember?". The anticipation helped, dicks covered in some of precum which made it easier to push inside, and less painful.
Later we started to fuck in the showers. It was a far better spot to me. After the night shift all you had to do is to join the morning muster, then you went into showers and then you could sleep during the day. It was risky, however, because there was no guarantee, that we would be alone in the showers. But that way we could do it even if we had sepperate assignments during the night, or on occasion, even during the day. But it was way harder since then other people kept following into the showers and there was no "yeah I'll be right out I'll just have a quickie with Litwin" excuse. In my opinion shower was the perfect place. Complete hygiene and comfort, and what's more important - nudity. Nudity meant closeness, and that was a thing I desired most of all. Getting completely inside of him, I would stand really close, and not let him bend too much, so my chest touched his back. He then knew how I liked it, and pressed his naked body on me on purpose. I would grab his hips and with a few strong pushes, It made me cum quickly. I liked it far better than hut quickies, but It was hard to spend the night waiting on the watch and not fucking. The sex action took just a few minutes. We came instantly like a pair of teenagers. If someone came, we could separate quickly, and two naked men in the showers, including one with a boner - that was not a shocking sight at all.
At the time we had to use the biggest bathroom, which had entrance just a few meters from the main entrance to the building. Also, it had windows. People were coming in and out often, most of times never reaching the shower room, only taking a leak in the toilets or taking something from a locker. But you newer knew. We were disturbed a lot. The action was quick but it gave a lot of adrenaline. And waiting all night, anticipating sex, just to find out there's no way we can have a moment alone in the shower, was the most frustrating thing that could happen. One time it forced us to seek other places to fuck. We once did it in the cabins, more than once in the woods, even in a not used duty office, that is practically in the corridor, so it was pretty risky. But you really needed to be alone for a just two minutes. If it was hard I would do him, we'd go somwhere else and he'd do me. All it took is some lazy moment in the building, with little people around. Almost no undressing, just the dick and the hole gets out. Muscle memory made us assume the perfect position for penetration immediately. With him, every time was like a hot quickie with a babe. But also, at the same time, it was like a sad chore that I did, needed to do, but was completely confused about why.
I still felt like I wouldn't wan't to do it, if only my body didn't make me with that recurring painful horniness. It is like we are our own slaves. Why do we need to cum so often? why it feels so urgent after just days of not doing it? why is jerking of not enough? it's like we're just ejaculation machines, and all things we do around are to excuse fucking.
I don't really think that, but wandering around the unit with Litwin, looking for a place where I can prostitute my ass for some relief, those thoughts were with me all the time. The excitement was mixed with being generally annoyed that I met a guy who will allow that discreet arrangement. It maybe made some parts of the service brigther, but it also made me even more frustrated at times. Expecially, at times when we met and wanted to do it. Almost blue balls. But there was no way to do it, we needed to go seperate ways with no relief. I hated it, and at those moments, I hated myself and questioned everything about my relationship with that man. But I changed nothing. I am an ejaculation machine, so is he, and we sticked conveniently around. Also, I liked him. We were friends. It may seem at this point of the story like we did it all the time. But we really didn't. Every time was separated by weeks or at least days of chores and normal human interaction. From the time perspective, summarizng all experiences, reliving them, it really was a lot more gay sex than I admited to myself. So yes, we maybe fucked a lot, but every time was so separated from the other, and so similar to the previous, that every one of them could be ultimately considered just a forgetable exchange of services. Definitely, in my head at least, not gay sex.
These experiences of fucking around the unit camt in handy, because time came where we needed to start demanding more important tasks than guarding the gate. It was simply not a way to advance. The more good-hearted officers often reminded about it. Watches at the gate were still assigned to me sometimes because it was thought to be a reward, and I often deserved it. Everybody knew that Litwin was my best friend, and he was a hell of a dutiful soldier, so we had more other things to do together, as they assigned us to the same fields of work. But it didn't mean more fucking. Just the opposite. We then had less and less oportunities. We started to meet more rarely and even more frustrated than at the beginning.
Later I finally acquired access to the sleeping cubicles. They had been saying since the beginning, that after the night's duty, guarding soldier can take keys to one of the cubicles to sleep off in a quiet room, in solitude. But in practise, noone was allowed to enter these rooms because they were used for storage. Finally, when the rooms became available, they were already un-customary, and people generaly didn't use them. They were little rooms, usually with a couple of beds and apart of that, a lot of junk from all over the unit - broken furniture, old dirty sofas, broken devices. Airless and filthy rooms. Perfect for men trying to discreetly fuck each other's asses. And now I know something gay was going on about my thoughts at that time, because that was exactly my thought when I saw one of the rooms. "There we could quickly and discreetly fuck with Litwin". Man to man, me, fucking him, and him fucking me, another man. Only I really, I swear, after fucking him so many times, didn't at all consider it gay. I didn't consider it sex. I didn't consider it anything.
