Brian : big story

 I woke up some time later, with the taste of James' cum in my mouth, to
the very distinct sounds of fucking. The bunks were creaking, and I could
hear the soft whispers of a chick's voice coming from the bunk above me.
It was typical chick getting fucked talk...

" Oh yes... yes... oh God... yes, yes... oh yes. "

Brian was banging the hell out of her, and I glanced over at my clock to
see it was a little after 2am. As I listened (my cock getting hard,) I
wondered if it was the chick I'd seen him grinding with on the dancefloor,
earlier. Whoever it was, she was enjoying his big cock, and was getting it
good. Smile.

Still feeling a little light headed from the booze, I quietly reached down to
rub the boner in my pants. Brian fucked her non-stop for another twenty
minutes or so before I heard his soft groan as he shot his load. After
twenty minutes of hearing her moan "oh yes, oh yes," I was pretty close to
shooting my own load!

I listened as they whispered together for several minutes, then Brian
dropped off the bunk beside me. I quickly closed my eyes, pretending to
be asleep, but not before seeing his big dick standing between his legs.
He wasn't wearing any pants, but still had on his shirt and socks.
Evidently they'd been so anxious to fuck they hadn't even bothered to fully
undress!

Eyes closed, I listened as the chick climbed off the bunk, then heard the
sounds of clothes being pulled on and/or adjusted as she giggled and
exchanged whispers with Brian in the dark. After what seemed an
eternity, I heard the door open as they stepped into the hallway. I could
hear a mumbled conversation taking place outside the door then, a couple
minutes later, Brian came back into the room.

I still pretended to be asleep, but peeked as Brian got undressed, pulled
on his bathrobe, grabbed his bathing supplies and then headed for the
showers. After debating for a few moments, I quickly got up and followed
Brian's lead... stripping, robe, bath supplies and then following him to the
showers.

The bathrooms in our barracks featured six shower stalls (three on each
side of the bathroom,) which where solid at the bottom (tiled from about
waist level down) and thick, frosted glass at the top. Through the frosted
glass, you could see someone in the next stall, but not well enough to
make out a great deal of detail. Those showers were a voyeur's dream
come true, and (over the months) I got to watch several dudes jack off
next to me.

Anyway, when I entered the bathroom that night, it was completely empty,
except for one shower. Most guys were either still at the party, or had
come home and passed out. I quickly picked the stall next to Brian's,
stripped out of my robe, pulled the curtain and turned on the water. I
could see his short, stocky form in the next stall, and watched him shower
as I lathered up. My cock was still rock hard, and I made sure to position
myself so he could see it standing up if he happened to look over.

A few minutes later, as I rinsed soap off myself, I glanced over and noticed
a long, slender, fuzzy (through the glass) shape standing in front of him.
He had a hard on! Damn! Still standing so he could see, I closed a hand
around my bone and jacked it a little as I looked over at him. Sure
enough, a few moments later I saw a fuzzy hand moving up and down on
his cock.

Since it was Brian, I turned and stepped closer the partition, offering him a
better look. He followed my lead, stepping closer to his side, and pumped
his hard, wet dick. We stood there for a couple minutes, watching each
other jack, then he whispered...

" Come over. "

I debated for a few seconds (scared of getting caught,) peeking out to
make sure no one had slipped quietly into the bathroom, then turned off
my shower and hurried over to his stall. He grinned as I joined him,
saying...

" I knew you were awake, you horny bastard. "

I snickered as he pushed down on his cock (pointing it at me,) and said...

" Come on, suck me off. "

Scared, but incredibly horny, I quickly dropped and took his stiff bone in
my mouth. I jacked my own dick as I sucked him, anxious to get both of us
off before someone came in. Between the risk of getting caught, the hot
water spraying on us and the taste of his warm, hard cock, it wasn't long
before I blasted my load all over the tile floor between his legs.

Having gotten off earlier, I knew Brian's nut was going to take a while. I
was hungrily pumping his big piece of meat with my mouth when I heard
the squeak of the bathroom door swinging open. We both froze, scared to
even breath, as we listened to someone step into one of the showers
across from ours. Fuck!

Not sure what to do, I waited as I heard the shower being turned on, then
looked up at Brian. Always the true horn dog, he leaned over and
whispered...

" Keep going, just be real quiet. "

Scared to death, and thinking it was a mistake, I slowly began sucking him
again. Too scared to pump him fast, it wasn't long before Brian held onto
my head and began thrusting into my mouth. I could hear his breathing
starting to get heavy, and was mortified that the dude would hear us. After
several minutes, Brian stopped and leaned over (smiling) and whispered...

" Listen. "

I strained my ears and, slowly, over the noise of the two showers, I was
able to make out a subtle, "slup, slup, slup, slup " sound. It was the
unmistakable sound of someone jacking their dick in the shower. Damn!

Seeing the look of recognition dawn on my face, Brian snickered quietly,
then stood back up and coaxed me back on his cock. I quietly went back
to milking his big boner, listening to the horny sounds coming from the
other stall. Brian's breathing was beginning to get heavy again when I
heard a very soft groan come from our horny neighbor. Whoever it was
had just emptied their load all over the shower floor and, shortly after,
Brian abruptly pulled out and began furiously jacking his cock.

Pushing his hips forward, he let out a soft grunt as the first shot of cum
blasted against my cheek. Looking down at me, he groaned quietly as he
watched his big dick shoot his load all over my face and neck. I anxiously
licked his cum off my lips as he worked to empty his nuts, then slowly
backed up to lean against the shower wall. He pulled down on his big
cock, milking it toward the floor as he watched me wipe his load off my
face and lick it off my fingers.

After he finished squeezing and shaking the last strings of jizz off his dick,
he stood under the shower to quickly rinse himself off. Within a minute, he
grabbed his towel off the hook and (standing in the corner, away from the
water) began toweling himself off. I changed places with him, stepping
under the shower to myself off, as he leaned forward and whispered...

" Wait here until I leave. "

I nodded and watched as he finished quickly toweling off, then pulled his
robe on, grabbed his bathing supplies and peeked out into the bathroom.
The dude was still showering, so Brian looked back at me and winked,
then quickly (and quietly) tip-toed out of the bathroom.

I heard the shower being turned off next door, then watched through the
frosted glass (a couple minutes later) as the dude paused at the sinks for
a few moments and then left. I couldn't tell who it was, only that he was
pretty tall and had dark hair. I finished washing Brian's load of cum off me,
then turned off the shower and walked back to mystall to retrieve my
towel.

Back in my robe, I couldn't resist stepping into the shower stall where the
other dude had been. Kneeling down, I scanned the tile floor until I found
what I was looking for. Most of his load had been washed down the drain,
but one shot had landed near the corner in a thick, white little pool.
Sliding my finger through it, I quickly gave it a little taste. Yep... slick,
smooth and salty. Smile.

My cock was swinging, half hard, beneath my robe as I walked back to the
room, fantasizing about which straight dude's cum I'd just tasted. It had
turned out to be a pretty interesting night. Although I was never able to
figure out for sure which dude had been in the other shower that night, I
was eventualy able to narrow it down to several possibilities. They were
all tall, had dark hair and I would have gladly done any of them!

I left England less than a month later and haven't seen Brian since,
although we've swapped a few letters over the months. The night before I
left, I went to the club with him and Todd for one final 'pussy hunt.' Brian
didn't pick up any chicks that night, and crawled into my bunk for a couple
hours after we returned from the club. Although I was anxious to get my
hands on him one last time, I had no intentions of getting fucked. Sitting
on my bed, holding out his stiff cock, he said...

"Aw, come on, this is your last chance to get some of this big Itialian dick. "

He was right. By the time I finally dozed off that night, I'd gotten that big
Italian dick twice.