MILITARY MAN
I’ve always had fantasies about them. Sometimes I’ve wanted to be with them for the obvious reasons – they’re in shape, they do what they’re told, they’re broken down and built up, plus who can resist fucking a guy while tugging on his dog tags? Cliché I know, but oh the fantasy. But truth be told, two more reasons deal with the fact that when you’re around military guys, they’ve learned to be extra comfortable around other men in a non-sexual way that other straight men who have gone through the military haven’t and because even though military men have been taught to think as a unit, they’re often the guys who have the strongest individual souls. This guy Clay is one of those guys. He grew up in a small town in
He did boot camp, was stationed in
He rolled over in bed, sucked my dick a few times to avoid answering my question if his unit knew he was a talented cocksucker. I moved away from this beaut with the light blue eyes, trim body with moderate hair on his chest, small nipples that stood erect, adorable ass and a smallish Aztec Sun tattoo inked less than an inch from where his ass crack opened, looking for an answer. Clay hadn’t planned on telling me, but since I’d asked, he revealed that just before we hooked up at Roosterfish last night, he had sent an e-mail to his superior and came out. Clay was sure that by the time he reported to the base in two weeks, there’d be an investigation, there was even a chance he’d be discharged by then. Clay told me I could be fucking an officer now, but a civilian tomorrow. I fired back he was sexy both in and out of uniform, though out was better.
I pushed him onto his stomach, stuck my tongue up his ass, which had wisps of hair running from balls to hole, then ordered him to get on all fours and stick his butt up in attention. Clay responded like a good soldier, laughing, when he’s a civilian, next time it won’t be like this… I goosed him, would there be a next time, as I unrolled a condom on my dick and gently slid my schlong deep, deep, deep into the guy who talked military speak as I fucked the hell out of him doggie style. Before the morning light crept through the window, I awoke to find him standing naked by the window save for his dog tags, looking, thinking. When he turned, I scared him, he didn’t know I was there, watching. I grabbed his hand, his sweaty palms let me know more than he could say. We sat on a bench next to the window, I rubbed his hand, then his arm.
This was the sexiest, most intimate moment we had had, neither said a word, we just were. We crawled back into bed. Several hours later, lying on my stomach, I awoke to the gentle sensation of a tender mouth wrapped around my hardening penis. I felt my cock maneuvered through my legs and being sucked, licked. Occasionally my testicles would also enjoy Clay’s attention as he carefully coddled one, then the other in between his lips.
I hid from him the fact I was awake until I felt his talented tongue tasting my sweaty asshole. He licked it like a lollipop at first, I tried not to let on that I was awake, but the tingling I experienced, I couldn’t hold back any longer and my tail betrayed me. I moved, adjusted myself, but he grabbed my cock, kept it parallel to the sheet, not letting it flop against my stomach. With one hand, he jerked me off, with the other, which he slid under my torso, he tweaked my nipples as he ate my ass with increasing ferocity. Clay was a talented boy that morning and judging by the attention he gave me, he was burning off tons of nervous energy. To give him a break and to keep from cumming, I flipped myself over onto my back, he crawled onto my body, thinking he was in control, but at the last minute I kept him rolling, letting me take the top spot. When he figured out what I was up to, he resisted and we wrestled like gangbusters on the bed, tossing and turning, fighting for position on the California King until somehow I managed to get him back on his back with both his legs pressed up against my shoulders and my dick, turned on more than ever, brushing up against his pie hole.
Clay tried to slip it into him, but I wouldn’t let him, not without a condom. Later he would thank me (not cause I got anything, but for keeping my wits about me and not taking advantage of him.) I reached onto the nightstand, stuck on a condom and penetrated him again. We didn’t say a single word as I fucked him pretty intensely at first, but then as I was nearing climax, he became the garrulous guy, ordering me what to do as he lifted his hips and pulled his body against my pelvis as hard and deep as possible to control the fuck while I played with his raging hard-on, both of us dripping in sweat, and he pushed out a huge amount of semen, more than the previous sex, onto his chest, over his head and on the backboard. I pulled out quickly, got rid of the protection and blew my spunk onto his face and neck and arm. I collapsed onto him, our seed mixing. Then we lay side-by-side, staring at the ceiling, still quiet. All of a sudden, Clay started laughing, so did I, all of his nervous pent-up energy disappeared. He kissed me. I wanted to tell him that no matter what happened, he was always welcome here, but I didn’t want to sound like a naysayer who was suggesting he was about to get the boot, so instead I just kissed him back. He was ready for whatever might come.
Three days later, I got an unexpected call from Clay, who was in a great mood. Where was he? Headed back to the base. What happened? Clay’s supervisor outed himself to Clay. He told Clay not to bring this subject up again, not cause he felt it wasn’t important to be true to oneself, but cause things are changing in the military and to throw away his service when soon, very soon, he could serve openly and proud and not lose his benefits – he should wait, if he can. Clay was thrilled, he wanted nothing more to do than to serve. Next time he’s in town, he promised to drop and give me twenty, twenty thrusts with that magic, military pelvis of his.
