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It was a dangerous time in the world when I arrived at my first base assignment, fresh out of boot camp and security police training school. I ducked as a trash can flew over my head, signaling one of the fierce windstorms that swept this part of the country occasionally. The wind was so strong that trash cans were blowing through the air sideways. I hoped that wasn't a harbinger of things to come.
Tensions in the world were rising rapidly as a renewed Soviet Union rose from its own ashes at the conclusion of the first cold war. The Red Army was on the march once again in its attempt to reclaim a lost empire. American President David Windsor was warning the Soviet premier against expansion into the Balkans after it had reoccupied the former Soviet satellite country of Georgia. The risen Phoenix had talons and they were being used.
The Soviet response was to launch a brand new advanced Typhoon class nuclear submarine, the Dmitrii Donskoy, armed with the latest missile technology. This sub and its sister, the Yuri Dolgorukii, represented an increased threat to world peace and constituted a direct challenge to the West and in particular, the United States.
American satellite intelligence spotted the movement of mobile Soviet ICBM launchers throughout the Ural Mountains, indicating planning and strategy for possible future use in a hot war. These missiles were capable of conveying nuclear destruction to any part of the world.
Additional activity observed by satellite intelligence showed increased activity at Soviet Spetsnaz bases, or Russian Special Forces. To all outward appearances, it looked as if the Soviets were getting readyfor a war that could include all or a portion of their various force capabilities.
This was my welcome to Francis E. Warren Air Force Base in Cheyenne, Wyoming, during the late summer of 2012. I was young at only 19, with very short blond hair courtesy of boot camp, blue eyes, 6' 1" and 180 pounds of muscle. I was an expert marksman with both the standard issue M16 and 9 mm Glock handgun. I had scored proficient with the shotgun and M60, belt-fed, air-cooled machine gun.
Warren Air Force Base was a "SAC" base during the early years of missiles; however, the Strategic Air Command had been done away with by the Air Force and the base now resided in the "90th Space Wing" of the Air Force Space Command. Warren was a particularly important Air Force base to the American defense capability as it controlled 120 intercontinental ballistic missiles, each armed with multiple warheads capable of destroying a large nation with one strike.
My orders required that I report to the First Sergeant's office upon arriving on base where I would be signed in, given orders, and assigned a barracks room. My first day or two would mostly be orientation of the base, my squadron, and the base police flight that I would be assigned to.
I was filled with nervous anticipation at what lay ahead. When I entered the Squadron clerical office, I observed at least seven airmen of different ranks involved in one task or another. I stopped an Airman First Class and told him I was reporting in for duty.
"Hey, Sergeant Davenport, over here, please. We have a new man coming on board!" the airman yelled.
"Thanks," I said to the airman.
A staff sergeant came over to me and took my orders. "Have a seat over there while I look at your paperwork," he said.
As I waited on the sergeant to finish, I began to fidget. I knew that I would have to formally report to the first sergeant and that was never a comfortable task for some reason. I suppose after being in an atmosphere of nothing but very low-echelon airmen, to report to a man who had seven stripes on his sleeves made me a bit uneasy.
"Okay, everything looks good. I'll see if the first sergeant can see you now."
My eyes followed the staff sergeant into another office. A man who must be the first sergeant took my file, glanced at it quickly and then said something to the staff sergeant, who came out of the office and told me to report to the man behind the desk.
I entered the office and stood at attention. "Airman Bryce Callahan reporting for duty as ordered, First Sergeant."
"Callahan, good to have you with us. Sit down while I look your file over," First Sergeant Peter Jordon said.
As I waited, I looked around the walls of the office at the many different citations and awards the first sergeant had acquired during his career. He was a senior master sergeant with only one grade left in the enlisted ranks of the Air Force unless he was made the first sergeant of the entire Air Force, which was a truly monumental task to accomplish. Sergeant Jordon looked to be in his late forties or early fifties, and was as fit as any airman in basic training.
"You graduated first in your Security Police training squadron, I see. Outstanding. We'll put your talents to good use here at Warren. Your duties may be split between base law enforcement and security in the missile fields. You should have your top secret security clearance in a matter of days if it's not already on base now. Tomorrow you will report to the Orderly room in the barracks for your briefings along with all the other new men arriving today. Uniform of the day will be combat fatigues and you will report precisely at 0800 hours. Any questions?"
"Yes, First Sergeant. Is there someone who can show me where the mess hall is so that I can eat dinner tonight and breakfast tomorrow morning?"
"When you report in to the barracks, the CQ, or man in charge of quarters, will have someone take you over to the chow hall. He can also show you the other main buildings that you'll need to know. My door is always open and that means if you have a problem, you talk to me or your flight commander. Understood?"
"Yes, First Sergeant."
"Sergeant Davenport will have you taken over to the barracks. Make sure you're on time in the morning. That's all."
Another young airman showed me to the barracks and introduced me to the sergeant on duty. It was his job to assign me to a room and get me anything else I needed for the immediate moment. I thanked the airman and started the process for signing in to the barracks.
"Here are two towels, washcloth, and soap. Everything else, you need to supply. In fact, if you want decent towels, you need to buy your own. I'm putting you in a room by yourself for now, but that won't last so don't get used to it. You're in room two-twenty. Chow is from five to seven-thirty and you'll need to present this meal card to get service. Briefings begin at 0800. Don't be late."
I took the towels and found my room. It was nothing fancy by any means. It held a bunk bed, two desks, two dressers, and two closets, and had one window. The floor was without carpeting and the room was painted white, like the rest of the barracks. It had the distinct smell of cleaning solutions and floor wax. I unpacked my duffel bag and tried to make the room seem less institutional by putting some personal things out on my desk and dresser. I took the bottom bunk; if I had to share the room one day, he could take the top.
As I didn't have very much to put away in the first place, it took no time to accomplish the task. The biggest issue was trying to get some of the wrinkles out of my uniforms that had been folded up in my duffel bag. It was just after 1600 hours--4:00--and I decided to take a short walk around the base. As I left the barracks I noted that the wind had died down to a reasonable level and I was no longer in danger of getting hit by a trash can or some other flying object. I headed over to the base theater to see what movies were in and coming soon. From there I walked past the Police Station for the base and noted cars coming and going. I was so caught up in seeing everything that I passed a second lieutenant without saluting. You would have thought the world had ended.
"Airman, didn't you see the bars on my shoulders?" the young lieutenant asked with an indignant glare.
I came to attention and saluted the officer. "I'm sorry, sir. I just arrived on base and I guess I got caught up in looking at everything."
"Very well. Don't let it happen again, airman. Carry on."
"Yes, sir," I replied as I gave a second salute and walked away.
Young lieutenants were very mindful that they were owed a salute by all enlisted men. I would come to learn in time that new lieutenants could be one of the greater pains in the ass to any enlisted man. I walked pass the NCO club that was strictly for non-commissioned officers and which I would not be allowed to enter until I had two more stripes added to the one I had now on my arms. This would take probably another two years to achieve.
I noticed that it was now time for dinner so I headed back to the dining hall to eat. The food was very good, as it had been in basic training and technical school. Comfort was one of the things that the Air Force was known for and which certainly didn't detract from my decision to enlist. I ate by myself and turned in my tray after I was done and headed back to the barracks. Once there, I put on jeans and a T-shirt and headed down to the common room where a television was located. The furniture was in good shape and I found a couple of guys in there watching the news. After a few hours of watching TV, I headed up to my room, planning on taking a shower and hitting the bed early, as I was quite tired.
When I entered the shower I was alone, but a couple of other guys came in after I had started. I continued to wash while stealing a peek at my barracks mates. They were guys like me; young and in good shape. I didn't stare at them but took a quick peek at the goods and was rewarded with the sight of a couple of fine-looking asses. I left the shower and dried off before heading back to my room. After setting my alarm clock for 0630 hours, I climbed into bed and went to sleep.
I got up, went to breakfast, and was in uniform in the day room by 0800 hours. I was not alone; I counted fourteen other new airmen. Two master sergeants entered the room and began briefing us about the duties performed on the base by the security policemen. If you were assigned to the missile fields, you worked four days on and three days off. If you were assigned to base police, you worked a five-day workweek. The missile security duties required you to stay those entire four days at field locations, traveling from there to the various missile sites.
"Gentlemen, you have arrived here at Warren at a difficult time in world affairs. The new Soviet Union is rattling their vodka glasses all over the place and making plenty of people nervous around the world. We here at Warren, and our other sister missile bases, are the fist that will pound back any aggression from our adversaries that requires nuclear weapons. Because of the tense times we now live in once again, I urge you men to get your shit together as soon as possible. Learn the procedures and security protocols for whatever areas you are assigned to. You men are the ground combat troops of this base. I don't know what the future holds for us, but I know this: No one can top the United States Air Force! No one. Is that clear?"
We all answered, "Yes, Sergeant!"
At the end of the briefing, everyone's name was called out and assigned to a particular security squad known as "flights" in the Air Force. Everyone but me, that is.
"Callahan, you will be assigned to both missile security duties as well as base police duties and therefore you will be assigned to two different flights. See me when this briefing is over."
Everyone turned their heads around to look at me and wonder why I was different. So did I. As I came to find out, because of my graduation status at the top of my squadron, I was being utilized in both capacities here on base just as the first sergeant had told me. I eventually found out that any airman who graduated at the top of their class was assigned to both types of police duty. If nothing else, it would provide a variety of duties for me to perform and alleviate any boredom that builds up from performing repetitive tasks. I also saw distinct career advantages to being trained and experienced in both fields.
"Okay, listen up. I'm now going to assign you to a partner for security duty. As I call out your name, come up front and meet your teammate," the sergeant announced.
"Callahan: Your teammate will be Sergeant Todd Claymore."
As I turned my head, I found myself watching a young sergeant of about twenty-five years of age walk into the room. He was extremely handsome with sandy-colored hair, green eyes, about 6' 2", and looked to weigh about 175 pounds. He had three stripes, which meant he was a "buck sergeant," or the lowest-ranking sergeant in command. He nodded his head to me and shook my hand. I felt my dick twitch in reaction to meeting Sergeant Claymore and thought that maybe being stuck in the field for four days at a time wouldn't be so bad after all.
We were dismissed to join our new partners for lunch and to get acquainted with each other. Once we got our trays of food and sat down at the table, Claymore began to describe what our duties would be.
"First of all, our four days in the field aren't that bad considering we get three days off afterward. We drive out with one other team to our facility where we stay during the tour of duty. The site NCOIC will assign each team to a twelve-hour shift and it's our responsibility to visit each one of our missile sites during the tour of duty. We go out, enter the site, check and make sure everything is secure, and then we leave for the next site. The only change would be if there was an alarm at a particular site, and then we respond to that location. We're going to be doing a lot of traveling by truck, so get used to it. We sleep at the same time so we are rested when we go out. We eat right there at the facility."
"Is there a cook there?"
"No, there will be prepackaged meals that are prepared on base, frozen and then sent out to the field. We nuke 'em and eat 'em. Considering the way we prepare the food, it is surprisingly good. I've never had any complaint with Air Force food."
"Well, that all doesn't sound too bad. Are there weapons on site for us to use?"
"Negative. We go to the base armory and check out weapons. We each get an M16 and a nine-millimeter sidearm and extra ammo. We each have a radio and that's it."
"What are the orders if we find anyone on the site?"
"We shoot to kill. They are classified as national defense sites and deadly force is authorized. Now, if we find a couple of kids on site who just climbed over the fence, then of course we don't shoot 'em. We arrest them and they get turned over to the FBI."
"When do we go out?"
"Tomorrow. Be at the armory at 0600 hours and draw your weapons. Do not chamber a round in the M16. That doesn't happen until we are out in the field and ready to make rounds. Prior to that, the safety remains on, so that all you have to do to fire is flip the safety to single fire or full-automatic fire, and then pull back the charging handle, which as you know puts a round into the chamber. Just like in security police school. Eat breakfast before reporting to the armory. We'll stop for coffee somewhere on the road before we get to our destination. You look a little nervous. Are you?"
"Not really; more excited than anything. I just hope I don't screw up with the codes or anything."
"Just relax and remember your training, that's all. But with everything getting tense over the new Soviet Union, we need to be precise in our code use. If you aren't sure, ask me."
"What happens if I screw up with a code on one of the missile sites?"
"You do not want that to happen! Security control automatically calls a strike in on us, which means that a helicopter full of other security policemen will be dispatched to our location. That is extremely embarrassing and we would both get chewed out by the wing commander, who is a two-star general."
"Oh shit. I hope I don't fuck up."
"Just think before you act, and you'll be fine. By the way, what do you think of the barracks?"
"It's a barracks. At least it's clean and relatively quiet at night. What room are you in?"
"I don't live in the barracks. I moved off base a couple of months ago to my own place. That way, this is more like a regular job than a way of living. Plus, as an NCO, I get extra money to help pay my rent, although it doesn't pay all of it."
"Wow. That's pretty cool. I guess you can have all the girls you want over and no hassle from barracks life, huh? Or are you married?"
"Yeah, well, I get to have a personal life this way and I love it, and no, I'm not married. In time, you can move off base too. You're allowed to live anywhere you want as long as you can report to the base within thirty minutes of a recall order. But you don't make enough yet to be able to afford to make that move. Save your money and then move."
"How long have you been here at Warren?"
"I got here seven months ago. It's not bad considering if I had been assigned to a bomber base, I'd have been humping around an aircraft day or night, and in all weather conditions. Missile duty is for sure the way to go."
"What's next for today?"
"Nothing. We're both off until 0600. Don't forget to bring your toothbrush, and any other personal stuff you'll need, along with extra uniforms and stuff. Most guys just use their duffel bag and that's what I suggest you use. I gotta get going, as I'm meeting someone, so if there isn't anything else, Bryce, I'll see you in the morning."
"Sounds good, Todd."
When he took his tray and walked away from the table, I checked out his impressive-looking ass and once again reminded myself to watch where I looked. I was very careful in basic training and had to continue to be careful now. I got rid of my tray and headed back to the barracks and changed into civilian clothes, which was allowed when not on duty. A couple of the guys asked me if I wanted to go to the movies to catch the matinee and I was happy to say yes.
My alarm went off at 0500 hours and I jumped out of bed. I had packed my duffel bag and showered before going to bed, so all I had to do was get dressed and eat breakfast. I headed over to the chow hall to eat and returned to the barracks to get my gear. I then headed to the armory and checked out my weapons and loaded them. Todd arrived at the armory by a little before 0600. He got his weapons and then we made one more stop.
At this location, we were issued top secret codes that would be used during our tour of duty. They were only good for us, and each code could only be used once. We were then met by one of the pickup trucks heading out to the field and we were on our way. After about three hours of driving, we stopped for coffee and got right back on the road. In total, it took us a little less than five hours to reach our base of operations. As we approached the gate, two security policemen walked out and motioned for us to exit the vehicle and approach the gate. We had to show our military IDs before we were allowed to return to the truck. Our names were checked against a list of expected personnel to relieve the men on duty and once that was confirmed as correct, the gate was opened electronically and we drove in.
The site consisted of four buildings with nothing that looked out of the ordinary. I had expected something ominous-looking considering what the site represented. After all, it controlled enough destructive power to kill millions of people. We parked, got out of the truck, and entered the main building with our weapons and duffel bags. The old team couldn't wait to be relieved and were already in the truck to go back to base before we had stowed our gear.
We walked into the bunk room where the security teams slept, and everyone threw their hats onto the bed they wanted. Only one team would be sleeping at a time, but we each had our own bed. I took the top bunk over Todd, and stored my uniforms away. It was time for lunch, so we headed into the kitchen area for my first taste of microwaved Air Force food. We went into the freezer and looked at the labels to see what they contained. I chose one labeled "pasta and meat." Todd chose "Salisbury steak," and we tossed the meals into the microwave and set the table. After nine minutes, the distinctive "ding" was heard and we retrieved our food.
I was surprised at how good the food was considering it had been frozen and then subjected to a microwave. We grabbed ice cream for dessert and a soda and headed into the briefing room. We all took seats and reviewed status reports from the outgoing security detail and noted that nothing unusual had occurred.
The NCOIC of the station came into the room and greeted us.
"Okay, men. All of you but one guy has been through this before. You know the drill. Sergeant Claymore, you and Airman Callahan will have the night shift, so I suggest you guys try and get some sleep now. You'll be woken up at 1800 hours, or for you, Callahan, 6:00 p.m. You other two, check your vehicle over and hit the road. Any questions?"
There were none, so we all headed to our respective positions, which meant that Todd and I had to try and sleep after having just eaten. We both got out of our uniforms and hit the bunks in our boxer shorts. It took me at least an hour to get to sleep while Todd appeared to have had no trouble at all.
At precisely 1800 hours, we were awoken by the gentle voice of the same sergeant who had told us to go to bed. Todd and I each grabbed a towel and headed to the small shower facility. I went in first and was getting used to the water when I turned around to see Todd entering the showers as well. I almost swallowed my tongue in shock.
Not four feet from me stood a man with perhaps the largest dick I had ever seen. Todd was hung about eleven inches, and that was soft! I must have showed a look of awe on my face as Todd noticed my reaction to seeing him naked for the first time.
"Big, isn't it?"
I shook off the feeling of numbness to mumble a response. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare."
"Don't worry about it; I'm used to it. It's one of the reasons I moved off base, believe it or not. And in case you are wondering, no, it doesn't get any bigger hard; it just kind of wakes up, rises a bit, and looks around."
"Do you get lightheaded when you get hard?" I asked with a smile.
"Oh, I've never heard that one before."
"Sorry. I guess I'm just jealous."
"Why? You look normal to me," he said, staring down at my cock.
I felt myself blush and turned back around facing into the spray from the showerhead.
"Believe me; I've got nothing you should want. Being this big makes it almost impossible to find a bedmate to handle it. People usually just run screaming from me when they get a look. I'd trade it for five inches in a heartbeat!"
"Well, I'd like to see what it was like for just one day!"
"We better get moving. We don't have a lot of time to eat and hit the road."
We returned to the bunk room and began to get dressed. Todd had a great-looking ass as well as a huge dick. Lucky fuck! We dressed, ate dinner, and headed for the truck after we retrieved our weapons and codes. As we set out from our base location, the sun had just set and we headed to our first missile site. Todd knew the way to all the sites and never referred to a map. After our third site check, I asked.
"How come you don't use a map? You have all the roads and routes memorized?"
"We have to. The last thing we would want is a map in the vehicle with directions to all our missiles. If we were hit, the enemy would have an easy time locating our assets."
"True. How long did it take you to learn the roads?"
"Four months, and I am still a little shaky on a couple of them; but even if we get lost, I know what roads to take to put us right. You need to pay attention to the roads and start to learn them yourself."
"I'll do my best."
"Just study the roads like you were studying my dick in the shower and bunk room, and you'll be fine."
After I finished blushing once more, I said, "I'm sorry about that. It's just I've never seen a guy hung like you before. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
"Forget it. As I said, I'm used to it. Okay, here's another one. You get it this time."
I was more than glad to get the subject off Todd's dick and back onto business. We had arrived at one of the sites, and I got out of the truck with my M16 and opened the gate after entering the secure electronic combination. The gate swung open and Todd drove in, a trigger sensor closing the gate after the truck passed all the way through. I made a perimeter walk of the fencing to make sure that there were no holes in the fence as Todd performed his job with missile control. Once we were comfortable that no one had entered the site without authorization, we radioed in to security control and told them all was secure and exited the site.
This process was repeated until we had checked all the sites in our area of responsibility. We headed back toward our field base, which is known as a launch control facility, with about one hour until daylight. I was tired even though all we did was ride from place to place, and was glad to get back. Todd gassed up the truck from our on-site gas pump so that the next shift would not have to refuel and would be able to hit the road right away.
Before I knew it, our four-day tour of duty was over and we were heading back to the base. We hit the armory to turn in our weapons, and got rid of unused codes at their proper destination.
"Well, that's it for now, Bryce. Would you like to come over for dinner tomorrow night at my place, say around seven?"
Startled, I said yes. He gave me the address, which turned out to be only a five-minute walk after leaving the main base entrance. I then headed to the barracks where I intended to get some sleep. Since we left that morning from the field, neither of us had gotten any sleep that day. While drifting off to sleep, thoughts of Todd and his incredible body filled my mind, making me realize that I was becoming infatuated with the handsome sergeant.
The next day I slept in a bit and missed breakfast. When I did get up, I showered and took another walk around base to get more familiar with everything, realizing that I would be assigned to base police duty sooner or later.
When I returned to the barracks, I went to the dayroom to watch some television and found everyone crowded around a CNN bulletin. I slipped into a chair quietly and tried to ascertain what was happening.
"CNN reports that talks have broken down between NATO and the new Soviet Union on negotiations for a stand-down of all forces that have gone to a higher alert status in recent days. The Soviets are demanding that their former satellite nations be once again absorbed into their union. NATO refuses to even consider such a request as half of the former nations are now members of NATO and have a mutual defense treaty in place. The Soviet premier, Alexandr Popov, refuses to withdraw his demand and states that the West must accede to his demands. He further warns that Poland will be the first nation to be invaded should the Soviet Union be forced to use its military might. Poland reacted to this threat by the Soviets with tremendous anger along with a denouncement of old-style Soviet aggression, with a vow to make it very costly for invading Soviet troops."
The immediate reaction to this announcement by the guys in the room was one of yelling of various favorite obscenities directed at both Popov and the USSR. The room quieted down when the face of President David Windsor of the United States appeared on the screen.
"My fellow Americans: We continue to engage the Soviet Union in dialogue in order to peacefully resolve the tensions between the USSR and the United States. It is my belief that the issues that have arisen are best addressed at the conference table and not the battlefield. NATO is a full partner at these talks and I am hopeful that common sense will prevail and that this crisis will soon pass. In the meantime, I urge all of you listening to my voice not to get overanxious about the current tensions and to go on with your normal lives. We in the government will do all within our power to settle these issues amicably."
As I watched reporters shouting questions to the president's back as he left the White House pressroom, an increased level of tension rose in the room in which I sat. No one talked for a moment as each man began to think what it would be like if we went to war with the Soviet Union. We were responsible for the safety of a giant piece of our nation's nuclear deterrent. It was an awesome responsibility to be placed on the shoulders of men, many of whom were no older than twenty-one. The silence was broken only by the renewed bravado of young men who felt they could never die.
As the day drew on, it was time for me to get ready for my dinner engagement with Todd. I decided to take another shower and put on black 501s, a green polo shirt and sneakers. I checked myself in the full-length mirror that was attached to the back of every barracks-room door in the building. Having passed my own inspection, I proceeded to walk off base to Todd's. I had no problem finding his house and knocked on the door at five minutes to seven.
The door swung open and Todd's voice boomed out. "You're early."
"Hi, Todd. Yeah, I know. Wasn't sure how long it would take me to get to your house."
I entered into a neatly furnished home, which felt lived-in but cared for in a way that spoke well of the owner. Todd told me to sit down and brought me a beer.
"Look, I haven't had time to shower yet; I just got in two minutes before you knocked on the door. I've been out jogging this afternoon and I need to clean up. So, get comfortable, turn on the television if you want, and I'll be just a few minutes."
"No problem. Take your time," I said while checking out Todd's ass as he walked away.
I didn't want to turn on the television and watch more world tension stuff that would only put me out of the mood to have any fun. I could smell a pasta sauce just beginning to heat up on the stove and it smelled wonderful. It seemed like Todd could really cook.
After a couple of minutes, Todd walked out drying his hair. He was naked. His dick was just as huge as it was the last time I saw it. "We're having pasta and salad tonight. I hope that's all right?" he asked, looking up at me.
Once again, I was put off by the beauty of his manhood. I stuttered a response that pasta was fine. My eyes once again admiringly locked onto his dick. He noticed, again.
"You still fascinated by my dick, Bryce?"
"Oh, sorry. I always seem to be saying that to you for staring at your dick. I'll try not to do it again."
He walked toward me, continuing to dry his hair, with his dick swinging to and fro like an elephant as he moved. "Look, it really is okay, I'm not offended." He looked into my eyes and asked the last thing in the world I ever expected to hear from him: "You sure you wouldn't like to take a closer look at it?"
A wave of warmth wash over me from somewhere deep inside my body. I blushed and looked back down to his cock once more. I didn't know what to say. I wanted to do more than look at it again; I wanted to possess it, although I didn't know what the hell I would do with it should that happy event occur. I was also afraid that Todd would freak out if he knew I was gay. Who knew? Would he turn me in?
"Well, you didn't say no, so I take it that means yes. You gay?"
I felt like the deer caught in the proverbial headlights. Since the new president had not had time to repeal the antigay policy of the military, I would be taking a giant risk to be honest with Todd. On the other hand, the behemoth had begun to rise, which told me that Todd was feeling both horny and hopeful of my responding with a "yes."
"Look, Todd, you know as well as I do that they can still throw me out of the Air Force if I was gay and they found out. That's a risk I'm not willing to take for a few minutes' worth of pleasure."
"A few minutes? Hell, you come with me and we might get to eat dinner tonight if we're lucky!"
With that, he turned around and walked through the kitchen into the back of the house. I wiped my sweaty palms off on my jeans, and got up and followed him against my better judgment. I was horny and had been for some time and this was a rare opportunity.
I entered Todd's bedroom with butterflies in my stomach and found him lying naked on the bed with both his hands behind his head. "You're beautiful," was all that I could think to say and felt like a dork after saying it. This was a man clearly more experienced in the realm of sex than was I. I really didn't know what to do.
"Take off your clothes and get in bed, Bryce. Are you a virgin, by any chance?"
"To some things, yes. I have been with guys before."
"Let me guess; your activities were limited to hand jobs and maybe blow jobs?"
"Yeah, and not many blow jobs, actually. Three, to be exact."
I stripped down to my underwear and got onto the bed. In the face of such a large dick, I was intimidated beyond belief with feelings of inadequacy. I lay close to Todd's body and reached out to take his dick in my hand. Before I could make contact, Todd told me to take off my shorts.
Reluctantly, I removed my underwear. Todd was almost twice as big as I was even though I had never had any complaints before. I reached out and took his dick into my hand and played with it to test his former statement that he didn't get any bigger when erect. I slowly jacked him up and down and found that it got firm, but got no bigger.
I was captivated by the length of his dick and the large balls that hung beneath it. After watching me staring at it, he reached over into the nightstand and pulled out a tailor's measuring tape. "Go on, measure it. Everyone wants to see for themselves."
I stretched the cloth tape from one end of his dick to the tip of his head, and found that he was exactly eleven inches long. "I guess it's a damn good thing you don't get any bigger when you're hard, or people really would run screaming from you at the sight of your cock."
"It's bad enough to come close to that. You're so inexperienced, I'm sure all you'll be able to do is jack me off."
I saw that as a challenge and bent over his dick and took him into my mouth as far as I could. He wasn't quite as thick as he could have been, and I was able to get about four inches into my mouth. I began to go up and down on him slowly, working my tongue over the bottom of his shaft, and back over the head. I slowly jacked the inches that I was unable to take as I sucked his dick. The smooth hardness felt wonderful in my mouth even though I could not do his manhood the justice it deserved. I pulled off his dick and ran my tongue down the full length of his shaft and onto his balls. Taking one nut at a time in my mouth, I ran my tongue all over each one. I worked my way back up to the head of his dick and received a compliment for my efforts.
"There might be hope for you yet; that's not half-bad. You say you've only sucked three dicks before?"
"Yeah, I didn't have many opportunities to fool around. One guy wanted to fuck my ass, but I wouldn't let him."
"Oh? Why not?"
"I don't know really. He didn't seem to know what he was doing and I guess I was afraid of the pain involved."
"So, you have a virgin ass."
"Yep, sure do."
"Damn! And you've got a sweet one too. Shame someone isn't gettin' into that."
I smiled, and began to lick his cock once more. I worked my way down the front side of his shaft, around to the underside and back up to the head. I began to once more suck his dick as I moved my mouth up and down on his shaft, varying the speed at which I was sucking. I saw his balls tighten up a bit but wasn't sure what that meant.
He pulled me off his cock and pushed me back onto the bed. Reaching over, he began to play with my dick and balls, which was heaven to me. He moved his mouth down onto my left nipple and began to lightly lick and suck the now awakened protruding nub. This sent small bolts of electricity through my body and increased the hardness of my own erection. He moved to the other nipple and repeated the attention that he had given to my left one.
I began to moan at the incredible feelings he generated within me. I felt as if I was about to melt into a pile of goo that wanted nothing more than to be taken by the man in this bed. While he was sucking on my nipples, he was slowly jacking my average-size cock and I began to feel the early signs of a climax.
"I'm gonna cum if you don't stop that quickly," I warned.
"Oh, you got a ways to go before I let you cum," he said with a chuckle. "The head of my dick needs attention."
I bent over him once again and began to suck him as best I could. I was determined to give him the best blow job I could under the circumstances. Maybe others failed to bring him enough pleasure, but I would do my best to succeed where they had failed. I repeated all the things I had done the first time, but took more time in doing them. My work was rewarded by low moans coming from deep within his throat.
"For not being an experienced cocksucker, you sure are good."
I didn't answer; I just kept working on the object of my desire. I tried to take more of him into my mouth and into my throat but was unable to because of the angle. Todd saw what I was trying to do and offered up a suggestion.
"Here, lay on your back with your head over the edge of the bed."
I shifted around and took the position he suggested, watching as he walked up to me from behind until he stopped directly over my face. As I looked up, I saw a thing of pure beauty. The smooth firm curves of both ass cheeks flowed down until they melded between his legs where his two large balls hung with an even larger cock hanging down. The top of his cock rested on my forehead and all I had to do was move my head a little, open my mouth, and his cock dropped into my mouth.
After I sucked on the end of it for a bit, he once again became firm. He reached down and pulled me farther off the bed so that my head fell back and down, opening the passage of my throat. He reached down and guided his cock into my mouth and pushed forward so that I took at least seven of his inches.
"Just relax your mouth and throat; I'm not going to cut off your air for more than a few moments at a time. Trust me and enjoy it. You're doing great!"
I did as he commanded and felt his cock slide in and out of my mouth. I began to jerk off while he fucked my face and found my excitement level rising by leaps and bounds. The more I was able to take, the faster he pumped in and out of my throat until he began to softly curse at how good it felt.
"Fuck, you listen well. I've had all but about four inches in your mouth which is more than most can handle. Just a little longer, guy, just a little longer," he pleaded.
As his rhythm picked up along with his speed, I felt him push deeper into my mouth and I began to jerk off harder and faster myself. Looking up to see his balls swinging back and forth, it all became too much for me and I began to cum. I groaned and my back arched off the bed. Todd pulled his cock out of my throat and began to jerk off as quickly as I was doing. I shot stream after stream of hot cum all over my face and chest at almost the same time that Todd began to climax. He shot his load down and over my cock and legs until the sheets were wet from his cum.
As we both began to catch our breath, he let his cock drop down and I opened my mouth one more time and sucked his dick in, draining the last drops of his cum into my mouth. I noticed a muscle jerk in his legs as my tongue worked the head of his dick, and he finally pulled out and collapsed on the bed.
"That was incredible! I haven't had that good a blow job for many months now. Are you sure you only went down on three guys before?"
"Yep, that's all. I just got very hot at seeing all your junk swinging over my face and looking at your hot ass while you pumped my mouth and throat."
He got up to bring a towel from the bathroom and began to wipe me off along with himself. When I got off the bed, he pulled the sheets off and threw them into the laundry hamper. He pulled on a pair of shorts and told me to just put on mine and that we would have dinner in our underwear. I wondered at the time if he was counting on a round two after dinner.
"Sit down and I'll get supper on the table. While I'm doing that, tell me about yourself."
"Well, not much to tell really. I grew up with three brothers and one sister, no father in the family, which made money always tight. But one thing I didn't lack was love. We're a close family and I half-expect one of my brothers to join the Air Force also."
"Do they know you're gay?"
"My brothers know, but not my mother or sister."
"Guess there are still some things you keep from a close family, eh?"
"I don't know why I never told them; guess I didn't want to disappoint my mother with the fact that she would have no grandchildren from me. My brothers figured it out as we were growing up. They kept trying to set me up with hot chicks that they had dated, and I kept saying no. They're not stupid. As for my sister, she's so close to my mother that I knew if she found out, it wouldn't be long before my mother knew."
"Did you get any shit from your brothers, or were they supportive?"
"My brothers and I are tight. You fuck with one of us, you fuck with all of us. So, they just took it in stride after a lot of talking about it. They wanted to make sure that I wasn't just afraid of dating or something. Once they realized that I really was gay, they rallied around me. How about you? Any brothers or sisters?"
"Nah, only child, which means I'm kinda spoiled. But my dad was a real bastard; never happy with anything that I did. He always seemed to be disappointed. He wanted me to play football and pushed me hard to join the high school team. The more he pushed, the more I fought against it. Instead, I joined the swim team and excelled at that. He didn't care because it wasn't what he wanted. I joined the Air Force right out of high school just to get away from him."
Todd put the pasta on the table and we ate while chatting more about family and life in general. We talked about how long we both knew we were gay and how difficult it was for Todd to accept it. He talked about dating girls all through high school in order to fit in with the guys but never feeling complete. He also talked about the first time he was with a man; an older man who picked him up in a movie theater when he was sixteen. I talked about my first time, which took place during a Boy Scout camping trip. We took different roads that ended up at the same place for both of us. I got to see a little bit of vulnerability in an otherwise confident and outwardly tough guy.
We killed a bottle of wine with dinner and I helped him clean up when we were finished. Todd said he was ready for dessert and I declined, saying I was full. He smiled at my naivety, took my hand and led me back to the bedroom. I smiled all the way.
"I don't get to enjoy sex very often like I just did with you. Can you blame me for wanting a second round?" he asked with a broad smile and a hard-on that was stretching the hell out of his shorts.
"I'm good for it. You have a very willing student here, so teach me!" I responded with a wink.
We spent the next hour having sex and by the time we were finished, my throat was sore. Todd had a very satisfied look on his face and I was content and tired.
"Look, why don't you spend the night here with me? I've worn you out, and we don't have to be anywhere tomorrow, so you can head back to base after we get up. What do you say?"
"Yeah, I'd like that. I could use a beer if we're gonna watch some television before going to sleep."
"You bet. Beer I got plenty of, and you're welcome to as much as you'd like since you're not going to be walking anywhere tonight. Make yourself at home."
The evening drew to a close with us snuggling on the sofa, beers in hand, watching a John Wayne war movie. I looked over at Todd and really looked at him for the first time. He was a good-looking guy with a heart of gold and the sex drive of a Sultan's harem. The fact that he was fairly decent in the kitchen and the bedroom certainly lent extra appeal to the man.