“For the same reason that I advised you against going to the bar: OSI. They don’t care how much money the Air Force loses by discharging a man for being gay. They would wipe out the base if they found that everyone was gay. We merely replaced the witches from Salem, that’s all. Besides, you’re damn cute, and you know it. Your ass makes me think of all kinds of evil things,” he said with a bright smile.
On that note, I finished my coffee and made a big show of putting it down on the counter empty. I was now horny as hell at the thought of what he might show me in the way of new delights tonight. He drained his cup and we went into the bedroom once again.
He peeled off his towel and I did the same. We stood staring at each other; me with a little trepidation. “You are going to be very careful with me, right?”
“Of course. The last thing I want is to hurt you because then you will be too frightened to ever try it again. If I do things right, you will enjoy yourself and want more.”
I got on the bed and lay down on my side and Todd joined me. He took me in his arms and kissed me deeply while running his hand over my shoulders, down my back and up again. I moved my hand over his chest, tweaking his nipple as I went. This got a moan from him and when I broke the kiss, I traveled to that nipple and gently sucked and tongued the bud. I moved to the other one and gave it the same attention.
I pushed him flat on his back and moved my lips down his body toward his cock. I wanted to get him as excited as I could so that if he managed to penetrate me, he would cum fairly quickly. I knew I couldn’t take a long fucking as I had never been done that way before.
Once again, I struggled to get my mouth around his dick and worked it as best I could. I played with his balls while sucking and was rewarded with the sounds of pleasure emanating from his throat. He moved his hand down over my ass, squeezing each cheek as he went. After a short while, he pulled me off his cock and back up to his face.
“Don’t get too carried away down there, or I won’t be able to introduce you to an entirely new world of sexual enjoyment!”
I had to laugh, and said, “That was kinda my idea.”
“Bryce, I promise I will be gentle. Don’t ya think I have my technique down? Otherwise, I would never get to fuck a guy, at least not more than once.”
“Okay. I trust you, but stop if I say stop, okay?”
“Agreed.”
It was his turn to work his way down my body but he didn’t take as much time getting to my dick as I did to him. Before I knew it, he had taken me in his mouth and worked up and down the entire length of my shaft. Between his sucking and the gentle breeze blowing down on us from the ceiling fan, I was in heaven. I had blow jobs before and even one from Todd, but this was even more enjoyable than I remembered. God, I loved sex!
When he stopped, he rolled me over onto my stomach. I immediately tensed up and he saw my ass cheeks clench. “Relax; I’m nowhere near being ready to enter you.”
I did as he told me to, and I felt him spread my ass cheeks with his hands and then the feeling of his tongue hitting that spot. I saw sparks and grabbed the pillows as I tried to control my reaction to Todd eating my ass. My toes curled and a gasp escaped my throat. “Fuck, that’s fucking great! Where did you fucking learn to do that?”
“Just be quiet and enjoy.”
As I experienced the tongue action I was getting, my mind had trouble formulating thoughts on how much I liked what he was doing to me. It felt almost as good as the climax itself and I was now in an extreme state of heat. This went on for almost a half-hour until he finally stopped. I heard him open the draw of the nightstand and looked to see him pull out a tube of lube and a rubber. He squirted lube onto his fingers and began to work one into my ass. I pushed back to meet the thrust of his finger and was quite into the feeling when he put a second finger in. It just felt even better and I continued to enjoy the finger fucking.
“Doesn’t this feel good?”
“Oh hell yeah, it feels good. Keep it up!” I urged.
Todd inserted a third finger and I found that I was rather loose from him eating my ass, and assumed that was the purpose of the long, thorough oral work. After a while, I heard him rip open the rubber package and even though I was relaxed and very sexed up, I began to tense. He immediately inserted a finger back into me and I once again welcomed the invasion.
“Now, when I begin to push, just relax. Don’t fight it; just let me enter you. I will stop once I feel my head pop through your entryway. I will stop every inch or so, until you are used to my dick. If it hurts, just say so, and I will stop. But, don’t tense up; just force yourself to relax.”
I began to breathe in and out slowly and forced my mind off of my ass and onto the feel of the headboard that I had my hands up against. Todd rolled me over so that we were looking at each other, and pulled my legs up and over his shoulders. He pulled my torso down toward him so that my ass was lined up against his dick. He pushed the head of his dick into my opening ever so slightly and told me to keep relaxing, and to remember the oral treatment he had just given me.
I was well-lubed and his pressure made my opening give way. Once he slid in, he stopped as he had promised. It hurt only a little bit and I told him to go on. He leaned over my chest and looked down into my eyes as he pushed a little bit farther. When he saw my face show the signs of my reaction to the thicker part of his dick, he stopped again and once again told me to relax and keep breathing.
I did as I was told and he continued to push inward. I felt myself filling up with the length and width of his unusual cock and after he said he had about nine inches in me, I began to panic. “Look, I’m not sure about this. The pain is rather intense. You better stop.”
He stopped at once but instead of pulling out, which is what I had in mind, he bent down farther and kissed me. The pain eased and I got lost in his kiss. I ran my hands over his back as we continued to kiss and before I knew it, he was all the way in me. All eleven inches of Todd were now buried deep inside my ass. I relaxed as much as I could, and realized that there was no pain any longer. I smiled up at Todd and he knew what that meant.
He began to pull out and push back in with short strokes, not intending to pull almost all the way out and slam it back in. He was using nice short strokes and I began to really enjoy it when my prostate gland woke up and shot feelings through me that I had never experienced before. My own dick, which had been flaccid, became rock-hard and throbbed each time his cock ran over my prostate. Before I knew it, I was saying the last thing I thought I would ever say to Todd: “Fuck me harder; show me what it’s like!”
Much to Todd’s credit, he did no such thing. He did, however, pull about halfway out and move back in with a regular rhythm, establishing a nice slow-paced fucking that I really was enjoying. He kissed me from time to time as he fucked me but always continued to stare down into my eyes. God, he had beautiful eyes and I became lost in them as the pleasure I was feeling became more intense. After about twenty minutes of fucking, I began to feel slightly less pleasure and a hint of discomfort due to the lube drying out. Todd could tell from my face that it was becoming less enjoyable for me and rather than stop, lube up again, and reenter me, he picked up the pace as he was near climax.
I knew he was trying to finish and held on for the ride. As he moved faster and faster, he threw his head back and began to groan. His climax quickly built and exploded all at once, as he shot stream after stream of hot cum deep into my ass. When he had finished cumming, he collapsed on my chest and our sweat mingled together. I kissed him on his neck and held on as his breathing began to return to normal.
Finally, he moved up, pulled out of my ass and removed the now-filled rubber and threw it in the wastebasket next to the bed. He collapsed onto his back with the audible “thwap” of his cock hitting his stomach.
“Oh, boy did you do well! I haven’t been able to enjoy a fuck like that in at least five years. You’re something else for being a virgin!”
“Well, a lot had
to do with the way you got me all hot and bothered with the oral part. I think I was ready for a telephone pole after you finished phase one on my ass,” I said with a smile. “I really did enjoy that; you know what you’re doing, mister.”
“Thank you. Now let me take care of you,” he said while looking at my now-soft dick.
“Actually, I’m good. Just let me enjoy what you just did. Maybe in the morning, you can jack me off.”
“Deal. I’m beat after all that; let’s go to sleep.”
We once again snuggled as we fell asleep, but I noticed that he held me even closer than he had before. In no time, he was fast asleep and I began to drift off with a rather proud feeling that I could take him and give him so much pleasure.
Chapter 4
The next morning, we woke up, showered, and had breakfast. Todd dropped me off at base. My ass was sore as hell and I had to sit easy for a bit until I got used to it. By mid-afternoon, I was back to normal after another long hot shower.
I tried to get some sleep so that I would be able to stay awake all night, but only managed to get about another two hours of rest. I got up around 1700 hours, threw on some jeans, and hit the chow hall for dinner. I was due to report to the base police building for guard mount at a little before 2200 hours but had to draw my 9 mm sidearm before then, which meant I had to be at the armory no later than 2145 hours. Guard mount was still a phrase I had to get used to hearing. It meant that we would have to line up and stand at attention while we were inspected to ensure that we were properly dressed for duty. This was also when everyone got their assignments for that shift. We worked an eight-hour shift on base police, which meant we would be off at 0600 hours.
At 2130 hours, I was dressed in the appropriate uniform, leather gear for my weapon, extra ammo clips, handcuffs, and badge hanging from my left breast-pocket button. The last thing was to put on a beret, and I was ready. I smiled when I took one last look in the mirror; damn, but I was hot-looking in uniform! I smiled all the way out of the barracks as I headed to the armory to draw my weapon and get over to base police.
I didn’t see Todd until I reported for duty to Sergeant Gray, the flight commander of the group I was now assigned to. It was Gray’s opinion that I could not be a desk sergeant without having been on base patrol to know where everything was located. One of the duties of a desk sergeant was to dispatch patrol cars to incidents. I would be assigned to Police Four for the next two weeks in order to learn the base.
Guard mount was called to order and everyone fell into place. We stood at attention as both Sergeant Gray and the duty lieutenant inspected each man for appearance and proper equipment. Not one thing was found wrong with any of the men, and the duty officer departed the station for whatever the duty officer did. No one really knew, except that he showed up from time to time to cause trouble.
“Okay. You all have your assignments; hit the road. Police Four, you’ll be gate relief tonight so the men on the main gate can eat.”
I introduced myself to Airman First Class Donald Baxter, who I would be riding with for at least tonight. We exchanged pleasantries as we checked out our patrol car, making sure there was no damage anywhere on the vehicle before we took responsibility for it. This was a ritual that every man who took possession of an Air Force vehicle was required to do. We also checked it over at the end of the shift to make sure that no damage had been picked up during the shift.
As we hit the road, Baxter told me it was his job to help me learn the base layout so that I could take over desk duty within two weeks. This meant that we drove to every remote corner of the base as well as to all the barracks, businesses, and base housing. The last part included identification of the houses of the wing commander, his assistant, the base commander and his assistant, and one or two other significant residences. We had a resident two-star general on base as wing commander. The wing commander was responsible for the operation of the entire mission of the base, which included the missiles in the field. The base commander was only responsible for the smooth operation of the base itself, and dealt with most of the discipline problems that rose to that level of review.
The base also had a full hospital; a cemetery dating from World War II, with German POWs interred; a golf course; and tons of restricted zones that no one without the proper clearances could enter. That very first night, I found out what the job of main base guard encompassed. At 0200 hours, Baxter and I relieved the two base police officers who stood guard at the main gate. After 1800 hours, the main gate was the only gate open for entrance or exit from the base. During the daylight hours, there were three gates that could be used.
We waived in cars that carried the correct stickers on the bumper, and saluted all blue stickers as that meant it was an officer’s car. Any car not displaying the proper sticker was halted and identification was sought from the occupants. If they produced military ID, they were allowed to proceed onto base. If they were civilians seeking entry to visit someone, they had to pull over and be met and escorted by the military member.
These were the procedures during Def Con Three, which was the lowest our base was ever classified. The rest of the military was at Def Con Four during normal times, but Air Force nuclear forces were always one level higher in alert status. The lower the number of the defense condition went, the higher tensions were in the world. If the defense condition ever went to Def Con One, it meant we were at war, which included the use of the nukes.
The next two weeks went swiftly and I learned the layout of Warren Air Force Base well. Sergeant Gray tested me on my knowledge of the base, and in particular the sensitive areas of the base. When I passed, I was assigned to the position of desk sergeant as scheduled.
Todd and I had been seeing each other both on and off duty. We were getting together for dinner twice a week and sex at least once a week. He was continuing to teach me all the tricks in the book when it came to sex and I was becoming quite experienced. It was now a lot easier for me to accommodate Todd’s sexual equipment and the level of enjoyment with our sexual escapades continued to rise for both of us. We were now very comfortable in each other’s company as well as each other’s arms. I felt good when I was with him and felt the beginning of feelings for him, which concerned me a little bit.
It was my first night of duty as desk sergeant. I was a little nervous and, being that I now had a roommate assigned to my room, getting dressed was a little more complicated. My roommate was assigned to field security duty, as I had been upon arrival. He was on a three-day break, which in his case meant a three-day party. When I was finally satisfied with my appearance, I left for the armory after having kisses blown to me by Dustin the irritating roommate.
We assembled for guard mount and everyone got their assignments. As expected, I was assigned to desk sergeant duty with the outgoing man, who was being transferred to security duty in the Middle East. I had exactly two weeks to learn the ropes of the desk; although Sergeant Gray would spend a lot of time in the beginning with me also.
The first order of business was for the rookie, meaning me, to make the coffee. Once that was done, I took my seat next to Sergeant Lemoyne and we began my on-the-job training.
“The most important thing to remember is this: for every situation, there is an SOP. SOP stands for standard operating procedure. You reach up here over the desk and bring down one of these large black binders depending on the nature of the incident. You open it, find the particular situation, and follow the directives contained within. This makes it easy on you as you don’t have to make any major decisions; just implement. On major incidents, there will also be a call list for you to notify. You contact every number on the list and brief the officer on the situation. On some incidents, you will be calling everyone from the wing commander on down the line. Any questions so far?”
“No, that’s pretty clear.”
“Okay, the phone is self-explanatory. When the phone rings, you will see one of the buttons light up and all you have to do is read the but
ton to see who’s calling. Unless the call is coming from off base, or from a barracks, you will know the origin of all major calls before you pick up the phone. These lines here will have officers on the other end every time the phone rings,” he said as he pointed to various buttons. “These buttons are the phones at the various base gates. They are labeled one, two, and three. That is obviously Gate One, the main front gate; Gate Two is the western gate that is open only during daylight hours, and Gate Three is the back gate, also only open during daylight hours. For most major incidents, you will order the base sealed by notifying any open gate to shut down traffic, both incoming and outgoing, depending on the nature of the incident.
“For example, a robbery alarm from the base NCO club would require you to shut down all traffic leaving the base. What the gate guys need to be careful of is, if there is a fleeing vehicle, that the car simply does not swing over and go out the inbound side of the gate.
“Over here is the base alarm panel. All of these lights and buttons are for a different alarm at each location. Some of these alarms go to secure, highly secret classified facilities. You need to know what to do immediately without looking it up. Once you initiate the first actions, you can pull the book down to make sure you didn’t forget anything.
“You will get calls occasionally from the CO, who might give you a phone number of where to reach him all night. When he does that, he’s at his girlfriend’s house, but you never tell that to anyone asking where he’s at. He is married, for one thing. If someone like the wing commander walks in here and demands to know where he is, you simply say you have a phone number for him and offer to get him on the phone for the general.”
“Wow, there’s a lot to this job. What about paperwork?”
“At the start of each shift, like I’ve done here, you begin a shift report. Everything that happens goes into the report. Now that it is computerized, typos will not be accepted. For many incidents, a separate report must be prepared. For example, if someone gets assaulted, you have to initiate a ‘crimes against persons’ report. The reports must be without error, as it could go all the way to the top. You put one copy, the original, into the CO’s box; Sergeant Gray gets a copy; and the final copy goes into this book. This includes all supplemental reports as well.
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