Six of the Best Erotic Gay Stories

“Yes, what do you want?” Sergeant Brown asked abruptly as the timid youth stood at the guardhouse door. “I’ve been told to report here.” “Sergeant! You see these three stripes? You call me sergeant when you speak to me, you horrible little man!” “Yes sergeant, sorry sergeant!” The teenager repeated. The non-commissioned officer was right in one respect; the boy was small, barely five-feet-seven inches tall. “Wait over there while I find out what to do with you,” he took the brown envelope from the outstretched hand then picked up his schedule and studied it for a moment, “according to my list there are no recruits arriving until Friday, that’s three days from now.” He began dialling and then, as the voice on the other end answered, stood to attention. Captain Barry took the call, “What do you mean a new recruit? The next intake isn’t until Friday. OK, sergeant send him to me, I’ll find him something to do until the new batch arrives.” He replaced the receiver and continued looking through his binoculars at the young soldiers on the assault course. “Now that one I wouldn’t kick out of bed for a week…” he muttered quietly to himself. A knock on the door caused the captain to sit at his desk concealing his erection before calling loudly, “enter!” The new boy stood in the doorway not knowing what to do. “Well don’t just stand there letting in the cold air, shut the dammed door. Sit there while I go through your papers.” Captain Barry loved boys between the ages of eighteen to twenty-five and when he saw the Adonis sitting before him he had great difficulty in reading the documents given him. “So, you are John Smith, nineteen-years-old and come from Newark, is that correct?” “Yes, Sir!” “Right, the first thing to do is get you kitted out the second is have a haircut.” He pressed a bell on his desk and his clerk, Corporal Jones, marched in and saluted, “take recruit Smith to the quartermasters then to the barbers and back to me.” The officer stood up to his full height of six feet and two inches. “Yes sir!” Captain Barry resumed his position at the window, his lower body pressed against the warm radiator while he studied the young soldiers being yelled at by the physical training instructor. The punishment should soon be over for them and they will be taking a shower in the room next door, “I don’t want any interruptions for the next half hour”, he hummed quietly to himself as he moved a picture of the queen slightly to look through the spy hole. The exhausted mud-covered squad began stripping out of their T-shirts and shorts, the showers were turned on and there they were, naked cherubs soaping themselves; so many beautiful cocks all in one room! Every day at the same time, Captain Barry would take out his enormous cock and beat off while watching his troops clean themselves, the same troops that he would scream and shout at on morning parade, only today would be different! John Smith, now dressed in khaki, gazed at himself in the barber’s mirror and thought he was looking at someone else. Most of his long blond hair was lying on the floor; his sad eyes made contact with the sheerer who just shrugged his shoulders and began work on his next victim. Corporal Jones looked up from his newspaper, “come on, Smith, I’ll take you back to Captain Barry.” They marched towards to the block of offices, it was early March and a cool wind blew across the parade ground but once inside the main door it felt warm. The phone rang and Corporal Jones raced to answer it before anyone else, he indicated for Smith to go into Captain Barry’s office so he could take the call in private. John Smith was very naive and unaccustomed to knocking before entering, hence when he saw Captain Barry with his trousers around his ankles, staring closely at a picture of the queen and furiously beating off he was a little bemused! He waited silently until the captain moaned, arched his back and shot streams of cum up the partition. The officer wiped his drooling cock on his underwear, pulled up his trousers and was about realign the picture when he saw the new recruit standing by the closed door. “What are you doing in here?” He screamed loud enough to rattle the windows. “You told me to report back after I had my haircut, sir.” “What did you see when you entered my office?” John Smith may have been naïve but he wasn’t stupid. “I saw you adjusting the picture of the queen, sir.”