Army Daze

Back in my Army days in Germany, my roommate and I became good friends. We would go out drinking whenever we had the next day off and I always drank in excess. I was 19 and Tim was a couple years older than me. I was barely out of high school and he took me under his wing and showed me the ropes.

After a night of drinking, Tim would always insist on mixing me a glass of Alka-Seltzer. He claimed it prevented hangovers. I never thought it worked much because I always woke up with a hangover but he always insisted, saying the hangovers would be worse if I didn’t take it. I thought it couldn’t hurt so I drank it down. This became a routine until one morning I awoke and realized I was naked. I always slept in my briefs, with nothing else. Somehow my briefs had gotten stuffed between the mattress and wall. I didn’t think much of it at first, I just assumed I had taken them off while dreaming or something.

The next time we returned from a night of drinking I noticed he had pulled something from his locker before he mixed the Alka-Seltzer. That’s when I had the crazy idea he might be adding something to the drink. I realized I was probably being paranoid and drank it down. The next morning I woke up as usual but noticed my anus was a little sore. I probably wouldn’t have noticed but remembering the night before, my suspicions were peaked again. Could my good friend be doing something to me while I’m drunk and asleep? Surely, if he was, he must be giving me something, otherwise I would wake up. We never locked our lockers when we were in the room so the next time he took a shower I decided to do a little inspection. Sure enough, I found a bottle of Benadryl on the top shelf. It was for allergies but I knew it was also used to help people sleep.

I decided that the next time we go out I wasn’t going to drink much. We always went with a bunch of guys so I didn’t think he would notice if I wasn’t drinking as much. It was easy, I would have a couple of sips of my beer and then take it with me to the jukebox or to mingle with the other guys and set down the bottle while it was still almost full. I hated wasting the beer but I needed to be sober if I were going to find out what Tim was up to.

When we got back to the barracks I was barely feeling a buzz but pretended to be drunk. I watched Tim like a hawk when he got the Alka-Seltzer and a bottle of water. I noticed that he went to his locker and he appeared to pull something from the top shelf. Then he mixed the hangover prevention and for the first time I noticed that he seemed to stir it a lot longer than necessary. He handed me the glass and I took a small sip and then waited for him to turn away so I could pour it into a large tumbler on the dresser.

By this time I felt wide awake and sober but kept up the act of being drunk. I stripped down to my briefs and crawled under the covers. Tim did the same after turning out the lights. I laid there for about 45 minutes to an hour waiting for Tim to make a move. I was on my side facing Tim’s bunk so I could see what he was doing. I heard him get out of his bed so I partially opened my eyes. The only light was coming from under the door and the lights from our alarm clocks so he wouldn’t be able to tell my eyes were open.

First he called out my name softly. I didn’t answer so he put his hand on my shoulder and shook me, calling my name again. I lay quietly pretending to be passed out. Then he pulled the covers off of me and started to pull down my briefs. I wanted to see how far he would go so I continued to lay there motionless. He completely removed my briefs and then grabbed my cock and started stroking it. I have to admit the warmth of his hand felt good and I started getting hard. After a few minutes, he took me into his mouth and started giving me the best blowjob I had ever had. I thought about jumping up and stopping him but it felt so good. I decided let him finish.

He was truly talented with his mouth and within minutes I was emptying my cum into his mouth. Before I knew what was happening, Tim rolled me onto my stomach and was mounting me from behind. In one quick move he was between my legs and pushing his cock inside me. I was surprised at how easily it went in but then, he had probably fucked me ten times before.

As I contemplated how I was going to confront him his pumping got faster and he was cumming inside me. Then he gently put my briefs back on. I decided I would just wait until the next day to say something, although I had no idea how I was going to do it.

The next morning we woke up and Tim acted as if nothing had happened, just like every other morning. I know I should have said something to him and, hell, even report him but decided not to. If it got out that I had been fucked, even without consent, I would have been labeled a queer. Besides, Tim had been a good friend and the fact was, it felt really good being fucked. It may be hard to believe but I let this go on for almost 9 months until he was transferred out.