Lenny and I had been, in addition to unit mates and best friends, lovers, while we were both stationed overseas. Our relationship started quite normally; hanging out and exploring the countryside together. He had even introduced me to the girl that I was seeing over there.
Then there came one New Year's Eve when we had both gone to Soho for the weekend. We did the pub-crawl thing and got into our B&B late. Lying there in our beds, we couldn't go to sleep, so we talked for a few minutes till we were too tired to stay awake. But I couldn't sleep.
I laid awake thinking about my friend and what it would be like to sleep with him. It had been quite a while since I had, had any cock and I guess I was getting horny for it.
Nothing happened that night.
A couple of months later, we had been hanging out in my barracks room, talking about girls and all when Lenny said that it was getting late, so he was going to head out, just the same as he had done many other nights. We said goodnight and he left. I was horny and got one of my many adult magazines out and started stroking my cock. It was good that I didn't have a roommate at the time.
I had been reading the hot letters and checking out the pictures of hot models, when there was a knock at the door. I put my cock away and put on some pants to answer the door. It was Lenny asking to come in because he needed to talk to me, so I let him in, asking what was up.
"I need to talk to you." He said.
"I had no idea what was going on, so I shrugged and said, "Sure. Come on in."
We both stood next to the bed. "What's up?", I asked.
"You remember on New Year's in Soho?" he said.
"Yeah. What about it"
