Jason H. / Mike F.

'TEN… SHUN!!!

There, I hope that got your attention.

And, just in case you can't work it out for yourself, the writer of this week's preview - that's me, Jason - is into all things military…

Maybe you remember that a few months back I wrote about myself on this very same site. Go on, check it out - 11 February this year.

And maybe you can remember how I told you that seeing all the hot kids in our army cadets corps drill sessions every week turns me on so bad that, as soon as I get home, I just gotta get straight out of them fatigues and take myself in hand, if y'know what I mean…

There, you remember those pics now, don'cha?

But there's a limit to how much a guy can jerk himself off without getting' hold of the real thing.

So that's what I decided to do.

First of all I got in touch with some of the guys who e-mailed HMBoys.com after they saw my pictures.

A coupla' them said they were military.

I met one.

The nearest he'd come to the military was as a cookhouse assistant - and that musta' been the Korean War.

So I gave up on that idea.

But maybe you remember that at the end of May there was another military guy on this site.

Mike - from somewhere in Eastern Europe - and he looked real hot to me.

OK, he liked girls. So what? A real soldier's gotta be a real man, right?

Anyway, he sure was gay for pay, according to what he wrote - and if that's what it takes to make my fantasy real then that's what I'd do.

'Cos I live alone, I'd plenty of money for a cheap flight. I hadn't taken any vacation from work in a helluva time either, so it was all real easy to arrange.

And, when I asked him, the webmaster even sent an e-mail to Mike for me, asking if he wanted to meet up.

Of course, he mentioned that I'd make it worth Mike's while if he said yes.

And so, not surprisingly, Mike did say yes - and within a week I was on a flight to Europe.

Mike, meanwhile, had arranged a month's special leave through a top government official who was one of his clients.

He met me on my arrival at the airport (unfortunately he was in civilian clothes, but I guess he didn't want to spark a security scare!) and soon, after we'd checked in to a small gay guest house I'd found on the internet, we were having a great time together.

All my fantasies - and many other things too - felt completely fulfilled.

It was, as you can probably guess, Mike who thought of the next bit.

"Why", he asked a few days after we'd hooked up, "don't we make some more money out of this?

"After all, our pictures are already up there on the web - and we know that we look pretty good.

"So let's cash in while we can."

Of course, Mike wasn't stupid. He knew that if we made money, the reality was that I'd end up spending all my half on him anyway.

But that was no problem for me.

I agreed.

After the time we'd already spent together, Mike and I knew we were comfortable with each other's bodies.

We knew the way we liked to be turned on…

We knew the way we liked to use our mouths…

We knew all the little secret places where each of us loved to be touched and played with…

In fact, Mike told me, he'd discovered more about himself when he was with me than with all the other guys he'd been with - or even, come to that, the girls.

I guess the only thing we didn't teach each other was etiquette.

After all, it really is very bad manners indeed to keep your socks on while you're having sex…

But, by the end of this particular session, we were both too pleased with ourselves to notice that - or even to care.