After the school years I had decided that a sexual life that included cock sucking was okay by me...certainly had fewer entanglements than my sexual relations with women, and was more directly focused on short-term pleasure, which was my goal!

Now suddenly this confirmed sexual novice found himself in the Army, of all places. Take a guy who has discovered very pleasurable sexual encounters with other guys... and stick him in a dormitory with sixty other guys. Great! Fuck "don't ask, don't tell." Almost by definition, at least twenty percent of these young men are gonna be in the absolute "hunk" category. Another thirty percent may not be handsome, but again, by definition, their bodies are gonna be fit 'n trim!

Well... there's gonna be lotsa temptation abounding. I quickly found, however, that basic training allowed virtually no time for even daydreaming. And though I often saw swinging dicks and hot bods that would otherwise have sent me over the edge, I was usually so near complete exhaustion that it made no difference.

That all changed at the end of the third week of Basic Training... when I found myself in the hospital with a broken leg! Good news: you're not doing calisthenics every minute of the day... Bad news: you have "nothing" to do all day. You're on bed rest and can't even move for several weeks, followed by slowly regaining ambulatory capabilities.

So I had nothing to do but lay there in bed, in a ward filled with thirty or forty other guys, all of whom are in pajamas twenty-four hours a day, and all of whom are young and horny and spend all of their waking hours telling each other how they would like to solve that problem!

Except for jerking off into a Kleenex frequently, things were pretty boring until I finally regained the abilities to get out of bed and attend regular physical therapy sessions. There I met the head of the Therapy Department, who was a young doctor built like a quarterback. By following his exercises, I was soon in the best shape of my life... but couldn't do much with it! After several weeks, I was ambulatory and able to get around, but the hospital was suddenly filled with newer patients who all needed care, and the facility was dramatically understaffed. So guess what - they drafted us poor trainees who were now ambulatory to assist in the care of the other patients. The "care" required us to help them stay clean (meaning sponge baths and occasional bed pans) and presentable (which meant making sure they could take care of daily personal care, like shaving and such).

I'm sorry, but that was like putting me in a candy store! And to make it even better, since I had a college background and some pre-med, I got to put together and manage a roster to determine who took care of whom! So I had my pick of the place to determine who I was assigned to help out. I would make the rounds and pick the most likely candidates who appealed to me (did I catch an eye glance there? a petulant look there?) and would then make daily rounds giving these guys the necessary things to do their sponge baths and shaving and such. Get to know them, get kinda close to them, since they depended upon you for everything.

And yes there were many occasions where the guy was so messed up he couldn't even take a leak without help. So damn, I had