So then, it ends with something like this...

There is only three more impressive sights to be seen than a flight of four of Mister Grumman's great big cats roaring in line up the ramp; there are even less sights to warm the heart of any saltflyer than to have that event take place at a field belonging to the boys in blue.

For we know that every chance must be taken to display the unmatched superiority of Fly Navy and most of the time all those truck drivers in the Air Force have to be reminded of that.

It has always been a very special relationship that the whole Tomcat crew held, true within the Navy let alone inter-service, it's become much more of a club than any thing strictly military.

Even back when they used to piss away hydraulic fluid and the TF-30 powerplant meant that coming in on a wing and a prayer meant mostly prayer everyone from the avtechs to those lucky enough to point them at the sky shared this great pride in being able to take their part in getting this huge and massively powerful dogfighting interceptor aircraft together and then set about throwing it of the end of a boat!

So at just twenty-four years old I sat in (with the possible exception of anyone with the keys to a Blackbird) the best damn office anywhere above the planet.

Indeed, whether at sea or back in Miramar, whether your job was to target the Mavericks or inflate the tires we were all simply great... and some of us weren't that bad looking either!

"Two-seven-aught-six." I called out just as my driver began the turn into the bay.

Along the forward swept wings the rows of spoilers waived closed and as the aircraft pivoted on the starboard main gear the cascade of indicators flashing on my screens confirmed what the Crew Chief walking alongside told me about the success of the completed transition from ungainly broad backed bird into lean arrowhead.

As I raised the lid I took the time to watch the other three cats' park-up along our starboard side. I returned the quick wave Kent and Mark had just given us.

"Shit Jimmy," I quickly reduced the com-volume, "I love how even standing still these birds look like they're ripping mach two."

"Oh, you're just a sad sentimental ol'bastard Eric..." I replied. Adding "O-two sat to aux."

Moments and several checks later my Chief appeared over the rim and inserted the red ribbon that made my hot-chair safe.

"Good morning Sir... up in middle, high in close and at the ramp. OK. No LGA, you were just a bit too long for the Staff's liking that's all."

"Always happens without the hook, the guy upfront just gets lazy."

"Hey hey, no backseat driving please," Eric's voice chimed-in, "you two don't want to make me pull over and come back there do you!?"

Just over six hours later I drove out of the gates and headed toward the totally unknown city of Colorado Springs with three senior cadets arguing over the best place to start that night's plans.

As the mountains surrounding the city made the last of the dusk fade rapidly away we finally arrived at an almost indescribably bland apartment building and started climbing the concrete stairs. The handsome young Cadet in front of me reached up and grabbed hold of the equally good looking blue clad butt a few steps higher than him, he playfully squeezed it.

The fourth floor terrace opened out into a little vegetable garden. The four of us walking thru a forest of what seemed to be a varied collection of six foot tall potted tomato plants to get to the front door of apartment four-five-two.

"Are you sure he's home?" Paul asked, not to anyone in particular.

"Yeah, at least he was when I called." Answered Connor.

"Well I can't say it's the most scenic of tourist spots" I added as we waited in the dimly lit fake adobe arched doorway.

David pushed past the three of us and reached out toward the doorbell.

"Don't worry; we'll grab Malcolm and be off into town, he knows all the haunts' and more importantly he's the guy who can actually get you straight in via the backdoor too!"

"Sounds promising," I added with a wry smirk.

Malcolm answered his door only after the third time David had rung the bell. He was tall, twenty-seven, very handsome and completely ginger; I knew that because he was also totally naked!

We all got inside Malcolm's apartment alright; but after that I never did get to see anything of the rest of 'The Springs' other than the night-view from Malcolm's apartment balcony.

The Apartment was an odd looking place that could be best described as a rather strange mixture of helicopters and homosexuality! Scattered flight manuals freely mixing with the numberless copies of MEN and Advocate magazine atop the coffee table were equally matched on the walls by framed posters of Rangers hanging from Super Stallions' and an avid collection of movie posters from three different gay pornography studios. I quickly noticed that in one of them, in a line-up of underwear clad young muscular men wearing dogtags, the third young man from the left was Malcolm!

I tried to introduce myself but just as I uttered the first syllable Malcolm's hands wrapped around the back of my neck and he started to forcefully kiss away my words. The shock was immediate; but did not last very long. So; then, I began kissing him in the same way too.

"Shit, you're a fuckn' sexy big black man!" Malcolm proclaimed.

"Yeah I know, can't help it...," I answered with a toothy smirk, "...it's a curse."

"Fucking cocky too... ." Malcolm laughed and kissed me again.

"Oh hell yeah. Cocky as all hell!" I proclaimed while grabbing my crotch.

Right there, barely inside his apartment, my kisses began to descend along Malcolm's naked freckled body. My hands circled over his shoulders. He interlaced his fingers behind his head as I played with his hairless chest. I licked both his ginger-hair filled armpits and then immediately kissed him again.

Malcolm ran his tongue over his lips; I held tightly onto his hard cut cock.

"Fuck," he said while slowly tilting his head back.

"Yep, fuckn' hell yeah." I said treating his remark as a proposition.

The wide white leather sofa thumped against the equally colored concrete block wall as I carelessly ploughed my throbbing black dick into Malcolm's sweet ginger ass!

With one knee planted on the cushion and the other stretched out behind him I was filling that orange hair framed hole to the hilt each time I dove forward. Eight minutes of my spit now blissfully aiding me about my rightful manly business.

"Fuck! Shit!! Fucking-fuck!!!" Malcolm screamed in rapid succession between thumping his head against the padded arm of the sofa and biting into the small State Flag of Louisiana cushion he held tightly in his clawed-up fingers.

"Oh fuck!" he screamed again as I rammed forward and held my long uncut black prick balls-deep inside him. I threw my hips still further forward and made my very first ginger lover squeal.

Leaning myself right along Malcolm's long wet back I breathed heavily. I kissed the back of his long elegant neck.

"Your turn," I whispered into a glowing red ear.

I was not kind in the way that I pulled out of him. I slapped my hard dripping cock against Malcolm's tight bubble-butt ass. I bent down and dragged my tongue over his gaping open hole.

Malcolm gasped his next few breaths as my tongue easily worked inside him.

I flipped-over, both along the long seat and about it. My sweat covered back sinking into the cool leather as I slung my left leg atop the sofa back and lifted my other leg to my chest. With my right arm wrapped about my own inner-thigh I held onto my tight scrotum and pulled it up. I giggled at the marvelous feeling of being deep rimmed by a cute man who knows what the hell he's doing!

The precum pulsing out from my wet stiff cock rapidly flooded my navel.

"Yeah! Fuck me you fucking thick cocked ginger bastard, fuck yeah!" I demanded.

Malcolm was now throwing himself into me, hammering my ass as he lent against my raised leg and I playfully jerked-off between the two of us.

"Christ you look so fucking good between my legs." I added while stroking the juices off my long think shaft across his chest and down his arms.

"Mon'deu, pase deux moi caux a enfant le Coon!" He almost whispered in a very heavily accented Swamp Cajun.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" I demanded over and over again.

"Oui...oui," Malcolm agreed... and then obliged.

Extending his long legs so that only the tips of his toes contacted with the far arm of the sofa Malcolm let his full weight fall against me and then bracing his hands against my shoulders he used his total leverage to painfully pile drive my eager butt-hole. Every inch, from the very exposed tip of his dick to the moment when his balls were flattened between us, abused me; delighted me!

"Fuck..., yeah." I said with a wide smile.

"Fuck! Yeah!! Hell-yeah!!!" I screamed just moments later.

My nuts exploded!

My long black jetting cock jumped about in my tight grasp. semen shot past my shoulder, thick white cream hung from Malcolm's still heaving belly, My huge load ran down my bent-over body. Someone reached between us and squeezed my testicles making a few more tempting spasms run the last of my cream up and out over my closed hand. That temptation had proved far too much and the massively sweat drenched ginger Malcolm howled like a madman!

He dumped absolutely everything he had into me and, well before he had even finished, he collapsed atop my own sweat and spunk.

His panting little brown spotted body falling against me as we then wrapped our selves in one other. Kisses were interspersed with numerous endorsements and thanks and finally a long and laughing passion laden kiss as a few untimed claps morphed into riotous applause and repeated catcalls and wolf-whistles of appreciation.

Malcolm and I lay entwined together on that damp sofa all sweat, sperm, ginger and black while in our naked audience the three young men again took to their seats and then took hold of the varied beer bottles that had lined the coffee table during the standing ovation.

The guy on our left rested the cold green glass atop the wide flat muscles of his lower abdominals. As he picked at the edge of the label his hard curved cock glistened in a coating of oil-like seminal fluid. He had a nervous looking crooked smile.

"So...," I paused, "who's next?" I asked while still breathing heavily.

Two left and one right muscled arm shot-up. All three young white men reaching high into the air.

I laughed and pointed at the shy-looking pretty blonde guy on the left. We stood and with our roaming audience in tow the two of us headed hand-in-hand out onto the balcony.

The horny young cadet turned his head and stretched himself up to kiss me gently on the cheek.

"Oh fuck," I whispered to myself as we walked thru the open doors.

"What is it?" The extremely attractive blonde Air Force queer sounded sweetly concerned.

"Nothing," I answered quietly. "All of a sudden you just reminded me of someone I hadn't hadn't thought about for quite some time."

"Was he a good fuck?" Connor asked me while sneaking another kiss.

"He was... fucking perfect," I whispered back.

The next morning I lent back against my seat and yawned.

"So where the fuck did you get to last night?" Eric asked as we bobbed to a stop and awaited next to the mid-field taxiway. The Tomcat began to stretch her wings.

"Some of the AFC's we met at the game offered to show me the sights."

The immediate two pips indicated that Eric had selected the coms to internal.

"...and?" He asked me in private.

"We didn't go anywhere but I couldn't argue about the particular sights I got to see last night."

"You fuckn' dick whore," Eric laughed.

"Slam-dunk times four; Oh how I sometimes feel so very sorry for you married breeders."

"Hey, if it wasn't for this particular married breeder you wouldn't have a brand new godson that you love to spoil rotten."

"Yes, I guess you do have your uses after all." I chuckled and switched back to open coms.

"Thank you Peterson Tower... it's been a pleasure visiting and we'll hope to see you again very soon; NH-two-one-two clear." I spoke in a clear flat tone... and then didn't. "Eric take me home, I need to get some damn rest."

Eric's always gentle push made our big cat roar into life and she strained at the leash.

"Aye-aye," he replied the instant before we started to roll.

February 2010.