A tale of touch
A sexual awakening at boot-camp.
Written by Sai
It's the first summer where Dhruv is at military camp for a whole two months. His dad is the commanding officer of the regiment and Dhruv was excited about being in a remote terrain surrounded by military men - his fantasies finally coming alive.
At 19, Dhruv’s lust runs ahead of his heart or mind - and now in a remote military operated zone, his body feels it has arrived at Burning Man, a space where he is keen to test his deepest carnal fantasies.
Day 1 as Dhruv is wandering the military camp, he soon realises he is being followed. A soldier, in immaculate uniform, is drawing close - he is tall, toned but not bulky, dark skinned that is tanned and freckled with being in the sun all day, his hair a typical military buzz cut, and face with a chiseled jaw with a pointed nose that makes his face almost strict looking - except this man has the warmest smile and mischievous pair of brown eyes that Dhruv has ever seen. Dhruv knew he was in trouble, not in action but in heart and body.
Dhruv stops, the soldier walks up to him - and introduces himself as Vinod. Dhruv’s father has assigned Vinod as Dhruv’s private guard to support Dhruv over the summer. They shake hands and instantly both feel a ripple of an electric connection they know has jolted both their passions.
Vinod walks a step behind Dhruv and talks through a schedule for Dhruv’s two months at the base. Dhruv is barely listening - all he wants is to walk behind Vinod and take in this beautiful man. Dhruv turns back so often, Vinod can only smile back - he understands Dhruv’s interest is to see more, a lot more of him and with a lot less on.
By the time they reach back to the house - neither can keep their eyes off each other. There are just long glances, words barely punctuating the silence, but the unsaid feeling echoing through each of their bodies. Finally Vinod extends his hand to say good night, and Dhruv for a second time that day feels the electric pulse through him. They hold hands longer than typical for a handshake but neither seems to be able to look away or move apart. They both know they are discovering something new with each other, a new bond, a trust falling into place, a quiet language being written between them that conveys all the emotion, a throbbing heart and dick desire.
There is a noise outside, Dhruv’s dad has arrived, they finally separate. Vinod stands dangerously close to Dhruv - in between their knuckles and extending to their entire body there is a newly created gravity, it is physical in its weight and is pulling at them, they both feel it. Their skin burning for touch and wanting more but they are now being watched and a boundary that was being broken has freshly been resurrected. As Vinod turns to leave, he mentions, almost a whisper only for Dhruv to hear, that he lives in the soldiers quarters outside their main house. He walks away knowing Dhruv will come around to find him.
Dhruv’s dad is distracted all evening, between reviewing reports or answering work calls, it is not difficult for Dhruv to wander away. He’s trying to find a trail to Vinod, and suddenly hears bashful voices of men along with some splashing water - the sounds are easy to follow, and as Dhruv turns a corner it’s like he is transported to a Roman Bath, with the muscular men thrown in. There are about eight men surrounding a communal tank and they are each wrapped in a thin cotton loin cloth covering their groins - bodies glistening with water soap and sweat, each soldier sporting a body that is tight with its muscular waves, the beefy chests, thick shoulders and hefty legs. Amidst the commotion, it is easy to spot Vinod - he is leaner than the rest, more sun burnt and distinct deep tan line running around his hip. Vinod’s body is chiselled, the dripping water making his features more prominent - his chest hair adding just enough character to his square pecs, his abs ripple in a gentle cascade to his groin where you can see the full outline of his manhood. Dhruv immediately feels his own hard-on, and does not realise he is now just staring at Vinod’s dick. For a second Dhruv thought he was imagining it, but Vinod’s dick was growing and starting to peak more clearly through the thin veil of the cotton cloth covering it. Dhruv looks up and sees Vinod has found Dhruv and is now staring back. He gently signals to Dhruv to go beyond the side wall, and Dhruv quietly works his way around.
Dhruv is working off instinct, he’s never felt this feeling before nor has his body and especially his own dick ached as much within his skin. Dhruv feels his legs are like lead, and is feeling every muscle in his body awaken - but also his heart and mind are fluttering at a furious pace not bounded by any weight at all. Once safely behind the wall Dhruv’s eyes are locked into Vinod’s and Vinod, well aware that he is dripping wet and covering his hips with a thin cotton cloth, stands centimeters away from Dhruv, the water falling off his body almost falling over Dhruv. That shared gravitational pull between them is once again pulling at both. Dhruv feeling brave leans closer, Vinod’s dick now more hard than before brushes Dhruv and Dhruv immediately feels harder in his own trousers.
Vinod makes the next move, takes Dhruv’s hand and gently places it on his dick - the electricity is immediate, they both shudder instantly and in rhythm knowing now their bodies have taken over and anything that happens here on will be a shared discovery of lust and love fueled by the desire they both feel intensely for each other.
This story was written as part of a Naked Men Talking Writing Workshop, in response to the prompt "Discovering". Copyright remains with the author - this story cannot be republished or distributed without the consent of the author.
Gareth Johnson