“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.
&
nbsp; “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.
Chapter 3
The next day we woke up and I took a shower to wash away all the remnants of our love-making sessions, had a cup of coffee, and headed back to base. I had one more day off before it was time to head into the missile fields again.
As I walked, I relived the previous night in my head. The sex had been amazing and the promise to teach me more if I wanted to learn put a smile on my face. Hell yeah, I wanted to learn! The guy was a sex machine even if his equipment was daunting. There was definitely a spring in my step as I showed my ID at the base gate and entered Warren. I knew it was silly, but I felt like I was crushing on the guy after only one night in the sack. The realization that I was both a sex-starved teen and one who was hungry for affection dawned on me. Was Todd the answer to my needs? What could I offer in return?
When I entered the security police barracks, I found most of the guys once again jammed into the dayroom watching CNN. As I stuck my head in, I learned that tensions were not easing between the East and the West. Germany was now warning the Soviets that to invade Poland would cause them to become involved militarily, which opened up old memories of the siege of Stalingrad by the Nazi army.
I headed up to my room to catch a little more sleep when I found a note under my door from the first sergeant’s office. I sat on my bunk and opened the envelope, nervous about what I would find.
It was the notification that I was officially classified for base police duty as well as security police duty in the field. It further informed me that Sergeant Todd Claymore would remain my partner for both types of duty as he was also “cross-trained.” We would be assigned duties depending upon the needs of the squadron, which simply meant that I would not be sure from one week to the next which type of duty I would be performing.
The letter ended with orders to report to Staff Sergeant Thomas Gray, Base Police Flight Commander, upon return from our next tour of duty in the field. I folded up the letter and put it in my desk. I would show it to Todd the next day when we went back into the field. My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on my door, and when I opened it, I found a messenger from the first sergeant’s office ordering me to report to Major Manuel Manchuka, Security Police Commanding Officer, in thirty minutes. The messenger didn’t know why, which didn’t help me control the feelings in the pit of my stomach. The major didn’t send for people unless there was a problem or an issue to be dealt with.
I quickly changed into Class As, the dress blues of the Air Force, and headed over to the major’s office, which was within the base police station. The fact that I had not even met my commanding officer before only added to the tension at being summoned to report to him. I walked up to the buck sergeant who controlled access to the CO and told him I was reporting as ordered. He told me to sit down and wait.
In a near panic, I began to run everything through my mind that I might have screwed up, including the entire tour of duty in the field that we had come off two days ago. I had not come up with any problems when I was told to report.
I entered the major’s office, stopped four paces from his desk, came to attention, saluted, and stated, “Airman Callahan reporting as ordered, sir.”
The major looked up, returned my salute, and said, “At ease.
“First of all, welcome, Airman Callahan, to Warren Air Force Base and to my command. I’m sure you’ve heard about the level of responsibility that we have upon our shoulders in the security police here, and that you are now a vital part of that responsibility. In light of your graduation status from security police training, you are being promoted to Airman First Class, effective immediately. Here are your new orders effecting that promotion. Further, in looking at your records from tech school, it is noted that you are a good typist and, together with your superior test scores, you are going to fill a need that has come up.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Sergeant Gray, who you are to report to next week for base police duties, is in need of a desk sergeant for his flight. I’m going to make an exception in your case and give you a try in that post. Usually the post has a buck sergeant or higher in that position, but all of his men have ten thumbs and can’t type worth a damn. There are many reports that have to be typed and are integral to maintaining a valid record of incidents. If you do well in that position, you will be assigned to those duties permanently. How do you feel about that, Callahan?”
“Sir, I’m more than willing to perform those duties and execute the post orders to the best of my ability, sir. I appreciate your confidence in me, Major, and I won’t let you down.”
“Very well. I will inform Sergeant Gray that you have accepted the position. Now, if you turn out to be a fuckup, then you’re out of that job, and on the streets in a patrol car or standing guard duty at the base gates. Clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Very well. Dismissed.”
I saluted once again, executed a perfect about-face, and exited the major’s office. I was floating on cloud nine for a second time that day. While I wasn’t really sure what a “desk sergeant” did, the major had said that it was a special duty. As I left the major’s office, I had to walk past the desk sergeant area and noted that the sergeant on duty sat behind bullet-proof glass, on a raised platform. If I were to stand directly in front of the desk area, my head would come just above a shelf that stuck out from the bottom area of the central pane of glass. There was a hole for talking, and a tray for passing paperwork underneath to the man on duty. To the left of that window was a door with a code lock on it that controlled access to the desk area.
I left the building and headed back to the barracks. I was sure that I would get a full briefing from Todd about what duties I would be performing since we were going back into the field the next morning. I liked the fact that Todd would come with me to base police duties as well.
The next morning, I reported to the armory at 0545 hours and checked out my weapons. Todd showed up a couple minutes after me and did the same thing. The other team that was going out with us had the truck and we stopped next at the code room and retrieved our codes for that tour of duty.
Todd was quiet and appeared to be very tired. Once we were in possession of our codes, he went to sleep in the backseat of the vehicle while we traveled out to our field base of operations. The ride was long and boring and even stopping for coffee didn’t help much. The land in Wyoming becomes rather flat and dull along the urban highways and it wasn’t until we traveled into the more mountainous regions that color and form began to break up the landscape.
After our arrival, we went through the same procedures to gain access as we had the first time. Once again, the team we were relieving couldn’t wait to get out of there and back to base for their three-day break.
“Bryce, you okay with the night shift again if the sarge wants us to take it?”
“Sure. There’s less traffic on the roads and the weather is nice.”
As expected, we were told that we would have the night shift unless we objected. We didn’t, so we hit the sack without eating this time. I found it hard to eat and then try to sleep, so we passed on lunch. I didn’t bring up our activities over the break as I figured this wasn’t the time or place to discuss our personal lives. We got out of our uniforms, and after Todd smiled at me, got into our bunks and went to sleep.
We woke up, showered, dressed, and had dinner. This time I had stuffed cabbage, which was surprisingly good. Todd had some kind of fish, which I can’t stand, so we were both happy. We loaded up a thermos full of coffee and headed to our truck.
Just as the first time, Todd knew exactly where we were going to check on our “babies.” But after only about ten minutes on the road, security control radioed us that there was an alarm at missile site Bravo 49, which required us to deviate and respond immediately. Since most of our driving was done on back roads, there was very little traffic and we traveled at nearly 75 miles per hour en route to the alarm. Things were going great and we were making good time until we rounded a road and almost ran headlong into a steer that had gotten out of its pasture. Todd swerved; we went off the road and up an embankment before coming to a stop.
“Fuck! That was close. If I hadn’t missed that walking pot roast, he would have caved in the entire front end of the truck and we would more than likely be injured right now.”
John Simpson Page 3