It was a pretty warm night in July of 2002. I had just gotten back from physical therapy to find the entire barracks empty. My unit had gone out to the field for a week and I had the place to myself for a few days. I was technically on leave because I had just had knee surgery a month ago, so I really didn't have to stick around, but a hotel out in town was just to expensive.
I went up to my room, and finally being able to enjoy a little private time between my cock and I, I went to my stash and grabbed the latest penthouse I had bought on my last excursion into town. I sat down, lowered my zipper, turned to my favorite spread, and pulled out my little friend to get reacquainted. I got nice and hard and was enjoying myself when I caught the sound of the shower running in the bathroom my room shared with the neighbor. I didn't think too much of it, I figured even if he had stayed behind, he would have no reason to come in my room.
I continued to slowly play with myself, enjoying the fact that my roommate was gone, when what should happen, the guy using the shower opens the door to my room, peeks in to see if I am here and catches me with a handful. Quickly I shove my now extremely hard dick back into my pants, hoping he didn't see to much and hoping he saw enough to go away. That wasn't to happen. Here I am, shorts tenting out, copy of a porn mag in my hand, and this guy walks in with nothing but a towel talking to me like nothing was going on.
He explained his shower was broken and my neighbor gave him the key so he could use ours. He then proceeded to tell me he had been at the gym, and his muscles were very sore, so he would consider it a favor if I could rub some lotion into his back for him. While things were certainly starting to subside, I still wanted to get back to what I had started so I consented, anything to get rid of him. I probably should have figured by now that something was up, but my brain was just a little cloudy.
He went over to my bed, laid down on his belly and handed me the bottle. I started off a little slow, lotion into the shoulders, forgetting for a moment that I still had quite a bit of chub, and if he hadn't figured it out before, there was no way he couldn't tell now with my midsection inches from his face. He kept asking me to go lower and apply more pressure, so I had to climb on the bed and straddle his back. In this position, my still sensitive cock was rubbing against his back with every move I made, and I am sure he could tell what was happening. He kept urging me to go lower, and pretty soon I reached the top of the towel. He pulled it off, so now here I am, raging hard on, with nothing between his naked body and I but a thin pair of shorts. This situation may have appeared to me as awkward as it really was if I had enough blood flowing to my brain, but I wasn't thinking to clearly. Even with my blood reduced foggy mind, I knew this was much much more than a simple massage when he reached behind him and started tugging at my shorts. To this day, I am not sure why, but I continued to go with the flow, and before I knew it, I was kneeling on top of another man, completely naked.