John Simpson

by Def Con One (lit)

  “Bryce, wanna go ahead and try and get some sleep now so that we will be ready in the morning for site checks?”

  “Sure. Let’s take a soda with us and a wet washcloth so we can clean any messes in the back of the camper. No telling how long it’s been since it was cleaned real good,” I replied with a smile that said yes to his intent.

  As we climbed into the back of the camper, we laid our M16’s down alongside each of us so they were both out of the way, but easily obtainable for immediate use. We checked the camper over and found everything fairly clean, with fresh sheets for the thin mattresses on the floor of the camper. Since we were not actually on a site, which is what the campers were usually utilized for, we removed our uniforms and neatly folded them and put them into the front seat.

  Normally, when an alarm system goes down on site and has to be repaired, a security team is assigned to stay on site until the alarm is restored. The campers were an essential part of that on-site requirement. The Air Force did not expect us to sit up in a truck all night long. One man was to remain on duty in the front while the other got some sleep. Then they would switch halfway through the night.

  We had the luxury of both being able to sleep, or to occupy ourselves in other ways in complete privacy, with very little chance of being disturbed unless we had to go on duty. As we lay down on the floor of the camper, Todd took me in his arms and kissed me deeply with tenderness. He practically sucked the air out of my lungs and I melted completely into his arms. When he broke the kiss he looked at me and said, “I wanna make love to you all night if we can.”

  I smiled at him and replied, “Sounds good to me, but we’ll have to control any noise completely in case one of the guys can’t sleep and takes a walk around the grounds.”

  He kicked off his shorts and pushed mine down and off with his foot. As we lay there in the moonlight, I could see his immense dick begin to harden in preparation for action. I bent my head down and first kissed and then nibbled on one of his nipples, which elicited an immediate response from his dick. It became fully erect. I reached down and grabbed it and jerked it up and down while Todd stuck his tongue into my ear and licked each crevice thoroughly, sending chills down my spine. Next he traveled down onto my neck, plastering me with little kisses, being careful not to leave any marks.

  As I moaned softly, Todd continued on down my body until he took my dick into his mouth and began to suck gently. As he sucked, I ran my hands over his back and down onto his ass, massaging each cheek. I felt a climax beginning to build already and so I tapped him on the head and he stopped. We then kissed more deeply than I thought was possible as he covered me fully with his body, pinning me against the floor of the camper.

  “I love you, Bryce. You know that, right?” Todd asked.

  “Yes, and it makes me happy to hear you say it. I love you as well. I was so scared last night for you and even when I was fighting for my own life, all I could wonder was whether or not you were dead. In a way, it drove me to eliminate the attackers as fast as I could. There never was any—”

  Before I could finish my sentence, I had a mouth full of tongue once again. He inched his way up my body until he was sitting on my upper chest and I opened my mouth, knowing what he wanted. He began to enter my mouth slowly until he hit the back of my throat and drew in and out. As always, I had difficulty handling his size but was determined to give him the best head I could. As he continued to fuck my mouth, I reached up and tweaked both his nipples, which sent him to a place that he loved. Both became even more erect than they already were. I loved running my hands down over his chest and onto his six-pack abs. How did I get so lucky to find a man like Todd?

  As I began to pinch his nipples again, he gave me the signal that he was building to a climax and began to withdraw from my mouth. Instead of allowing that, I pulled back on his hips, keeping him still within me. Todd got the idea and smiled as he began to move back and forth with great urgency, until he covered his mouth to stifle the groan that was now fighting to get out. I felt the rapid splashes of his load fill my mouth and swallowed as fast as I could in order to not get it all over the place.

  Finally, when he was finished, he let his now softening dick plop out of my mouth and rolled over onto his back next to me. I grabbed the wet cloth we had brought out and wiped my mouth off as I began to slowly jerk myself off. I enjoyed jerking off while he watched me and, to add to my enjoyment, he began to suck on my right nipple as I jerked faster and faster, until I began to climax. Todd dove down onto my cock and took the load down his throat. After a few moments, he pulled off my dick and rolled back over again with a sigh of contentment.

  “Damn, that was good, Bryce. The last few days have been rough and we really haven’t felt like sex much. This camper ended up being the perfect answer for us.”

  “Yeah, but I don’t think the Air Force had this in mind when they put the camper here!” I said, and chuckled.

  We both pulled on our boxer shorts so all would look normal in case we had visitors. I put my head on his chest and we both fell asleep. As the sun crept up into the sky, one of the other security teams pounded on the back door of the camper. We both sat up with a startled jerk, not knowing what was going on or where we were.

  “Come on, guys. Get up, dressed, and eat. It’s breakfast time!” shouted Airman Larkin.

  “Okay. We’ll be there in a few,” Todd responded as I began to climb out of the sheets and reach into the front seat for our uniforms.

  We got dressed and crawled out of the camper and into the bright sunlight. As we headed toward the building, I looked at Todd and whispered, “That was nice last night. Who would have thought that we would enjoy camping so much?”

  Todd responded with a big smile. “Yeah, who woulda thought?”

  When we reached the dining room, we each grabbed a plate and went to the chow line. Since we were in this new deployment mode, the base assigned a cook to each LCF so that we didn’t have to always eat nuked food. We sat down and began to eat as the LCF master sergeant got up to talk.

  “Okay, you guys are going to make your checks today by air, and then return here around noon. The pilot has the landing schedule for which sites are being physically inspected by you guys. You’ll go out again this afternoon, and check the rest that you didn’t check this morning. When you return this evening, life will be routine with the exception, of course, that you are all on standby for any alarm that might go off during the night. The one exception to this schedule will be a doubling of the guard here at the LCF. This means when you are not in flight, you will rotate with the ground security crew securing this facility. Wing Command wants to be sure that none of the LCFs are taken over. Command is real nervous that all of the suspected Russian commandos have yet to be taken in or killed. Your guard shifts here will be three on and the rest off until your turn comes up in the rotation again. That means that with six of you here, you will only have to pull one guard shift per night. Any questions?”

  “Who assigns who to which shift?” asked one of the guys.

  “Work it out among yourselves. I shouldn’t have to get involved in that. Just make sure your shifts are covered. The man going off duty will be responsible for waking up the man who is replacing him. You don’t get off until your replacement is on post.”

  “Okay, Sarge. We can handle that with no problem.”

  “Claymore and Callahan, was the camper okay last night, or do you want to rotate with another two guys for the rest of the duty week?”

  Todd and I looked at each other and we knew we wanted to stay right where we were. “We’ll keep the camper, Sarge. I kinda like sleeping out in the open, although I think I will move the camper to a more concealed location in the compound. Right now, it’s a sniper target and that makes sleep a little more difficult.”

  “Very well. Put it where you like. If you get tired of sleeping in that thing, just let me know.”

  We finished breakfast and took a quick shower as we had about forty-fiv
e minutes before we were scheduled to lift off. It felt good to shave and clean up. The other guys had already done all that before getting dressed so we had the showers to ourselves.

  Feeling clean and professional once more, we grabbed a second cup of coffee and downed it before we took off. Then the pilot gave the signal to get ready and after he and his co-pilot checked the aircraft over, they started the engines, the blade began to turn, and we boarded the chopper with our weapons.

  We had a total of twenty-three sites to land at, check, and continue on to the next one. The senior sergeant in the group would have to authenticate who we were at each missile site through the means that were available. By the end of the day, we would have checked all forty-six missile sites under our protection. As we took off and gained altitude, we flew away from the sun and toward our first site. I don’t know if the pilot was showing off, or just trying to see if any of us would get sick, but he made more than a few sudden banking movements that had us looking at the ground through the side windows. Since we all had radio sets on our heads, we could hear the pilot as well as talk with him.

  “Any you boys feeling queasy back there?” the pilot asked.

  A couple of the men had changed colors to match our uniforms but I wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was making some of us sick.

  “No, sir. We’re all just fine here. Is this a training flight for you, lieutenant? Do you have to qualify by showing that you can make sudden turns?” I asked with just a touch of sarcasm in my voice. “I didn’t realize that the co-pilot was a flight instructor.”

  “No, this is not a training flight. Just trying to get us there quickly, that’s all,” he responded with a note of embarrassment in his voice.

  The men all began to chuckle; that is, except for the two who were green. After the brief conversation, the flight smoothed out considerably and the young lieutenant put away the flying circus routine and we flew VFR, or visual flight rules, into our first site. Once a site was spotted, it was simple for the pilot to oversee the area we were entering and then pick a landing site. Flying by this method did not require the instruments that were used at night.

  The pilot landed about twenty feet from the side of the site and we bailed out and headed for the entrance gate. Two men began an outside perimeter check of the fence line and the immediate area outside the fence. The rest of us entered the complex after entering the code to access the site. Alarm sensors sent an alarm to both the LCF as well as to Warren Air Force Base alerting those monitoring these alarms that someone had entered the site. Our senior sergeant initiated authentication procedures using a secret code that was only good for one day to verify to the unseen monitors that we were a security team conducting routine checks.

  Once that was done, we fanned out and checked the entire inside area of the launch site, looking for anything that did not belong there. We had to ensure that no one threw any bombs onto the site, or tools for use to attempt sabotage. The last thing we did was make sure that there was still a sign posted every twenty-five feet on the fence to announce that this was a shoot-on-site location, so that anyone stupid enough to enter the launch site would know that they could be shot.

  We withdrew from the site, secured the entrance gate, and re-boarded the chopper. Once we received a radio signal that all alarms had reset correctly, we took off and repeated the exact same procedures for another twenty-two missile sites. All sites checked secured, and we returned to the LCF for lunch. While there, the chopper was refueled for the afternoon.

  The mood was good at lunch as we all were eating freshly prepared food instead of what we were used to getting out in the field. It did make a difference. After relaxing for another twenty minutes, we took off in the chopper once again.

  By the end of the day, we were all exhausted from jumping in and out of the chopper more than forty times, running to the sites, and performing fast security sweeps. It was almost 1800 hours when we landed for the day back at the LCF. Once again, we bailed out of the chopper and headed inside while the pilot and co-pilot readied the aircraft for its next flight.

  We all washed our hands and faces before sitting down to dinner, eating like it had been days instead of hours since our last meals. Once we were finished, it was time for television and resting up to do it all over again the next day. I found myself wishing I could be alone with Todd, but realized of course that it was impossible. We couldn’t very well tell everyone that we were headed to bed before the sun even fully set.

  Just after 2130 hours, Todd and I decided to shower and head off to the camper. I was due for guard duty beginning at 0300 hours, and I wanted to sleep before going on duty. Once we got settled into our beds in the camper truck, we talked for a few minutes and Todd held me close.

  “Ya know, this duty isn’t half-bad when I can sleep with my boyfriend every night,” he said with a chuckle. “It was never like this before you came along.”

  “I’m glad I can make it easier for you to serve your country. I wonder if any of the other guys need this kind of comfort.”

  That comment got me a tap on the head and an admonition that the only guy I would be comforting was him. It felt good to hear those words. It meant that I was important to Todd and that he did have feelings for me. Could things get any better?

  We fell asleep in each other’s arms again and were sleeping soundly when we were awoken by a pounding on the camper door.

  “Get up. We got an alarm at Bravo-David Four!” yelled the LCF sergeant.

  Todd and I quickly got dressed in a bit of a sleep haze and were out of the camper in less than two minutes. Since our weapons were with us in the camper, we were able to board the chopper just as the other security team members were hitting the skids. After buckling in, I bent over to tie my combat boots and flight helmet. I heard the pilot advise us that we were fourteen minutes from touchdown at the alarm.

  “Okay, as you remember from today, Bravo-David Four is pretty much isolated in that it is not in a farmer’s field or near a town. It is out near the foot of the mountains. The chopper is going to do a flyover of the site first before we land, which will light up any hostiles so that we know to go in hot or not. Now, since it is out in the middle of nowhere, it could just be an animal that has gotten on site and triggered the intrusion alarms. In either case, we’ll know shortly,” advised the sergeant in charge of the detail.

  When the pilot gave us the two-minute warning, the sergeant ordered us all to pull and release the charging handles on our M16s, which chambered the first 5.56-caliber round. All of my training in weapons use flooded back from my memory. The main thing was since it had a rate of fire of 650 to 750 rounds per minute, a twenty-round clip would be gone in a second if you didn’t control your fire.

  “Get ready. We’re here. I’m flying over site in ten seconds,” the pilot advised.

  The men near the windows were pinned to the Plexiglas looking at the ground as we flew over. Todd, who was sitting to my right, shouted out, “We got movement on site!” This was confirmed by another airman and we knew we had a good alarm.

  The pilot radioed in to Warren that we had possible hostiles on location and that we were landing and engaging. With that, the lieutenant set the chopper down about a hundred yards from the launch site and we bailed out faster than we had at any time during the previous day. We broke up into two teams, with one team heading toward the rear of the site, while my team worked our way toward the front of the site. There were no lights on, of course, so it was hard to see exactly what we were getting into.

  “We got a vehicle about a hundred and fifty yards behind the site!” shouted out one of the airmen. They broke off their forward motion and headed toward the vehicle while spreading out so that they were not bunched up.

  As we drew to within twenty-five yards, shots suddenly rang out, striking the other two members of my small team. Both men went down, howling with pain as I returned fire in the direction of the muzzle flashes that I had seen. I did
n’t remember my training, and ran through my clip before I could take my finger off the trigger. Instead of reloading, I threw down my weapon and took up one of the rifles from a fallen airman.

  The second team also encountered fire from the vehicle, which was met with a determined rate of return fire. As this was going on, the chopper went airborne and reported into base that we had a firefight going on at the launch site. This triggered an alarm called a “covered wagon,” that went all the way to the White House via the Pentagon. Anything that happened like this at a missile silo went up the entire National Command Authority chain as a flash message. The immediate threat was that there was gunfire being exchanged with hostile forces over an ICBM missile that carried ten nuclear warheads known as a MIRV and could effectively wipe out a three-state area were it to somehow be activated and triggered. The only true safeguard was that these missiles are not supposed to arm themselves unless in flight.

  I regained control of my adrenaline and fired short three-round bursts at two figures lying on the ground inside the missile site. I was lucky enough to be behind a large rock and could take aim in a much safer fashion as I tried to take out the enemy. Finally, I heard one of the hostiles yell out when I put a couple of rounds through his shoulder and took him out of commission. Wounds from an M16 are horrible and most often lead to the death of a combatant even if he is only wounded.

  The world seemed to rock as my vision blurred due to the force of an explosion that came from what used to be a van that the other team was firing on. Flames shot up fifty feet into the air, killing all within the vehicle. At the same time, the fire lit up the launch site and I was able to take out the second hostile when he became clearly visible. After parts of the van ceased to rain down on the area, all became quiet except for the sound of the chopper in the sky and the crackle of small fires that were started in the brush from the van explosion.