Swinging for the fences

Waking up early the next morning a little before 0500hrs, greeted like I was every morning with a huge piss hard-on, I made my way to the latrine. There was a rule, only use 1 urinal, so we don’t have to scrub 3 for inspections, which was occupied. Closing the stall door behind me, I decided to sit for this one. Pulling down my shorts, the satin panties were stuck to me semen that dried in my crotch. Slowly my nostrils filled with the scent of hours old sex, making it almost impossible to do what I had come in here to do.

After finishing, I headed back to my room to gather my stuff for the laundry. I wanted to get there early and get my stuff done so I could do other things. God, I turned on so much by the reel of the previous night’s fun kept scrolling through my head. Checking to make sure I locked my door after I came in. Stripping off my clothes as I laid back on the bed, grabbing and twisting my semi-erect penis, shoving it in my crotch with one hand, grabbing some lube with the other. Soon I was forcing my cock inside me, something I had done several times in the past. I loved the feeling as it penetrated my sphincter, expanding as it did. Soon I was rubbing away, thrusting my teenage cock in my ass until I felt that familiar feeling building inside, telling me I was about to cum.

Taking some tissue to clean myself, I redressed, took a towel, then headed for the showers with my toiletries bag. The hot water was amazing. I just stood there for a few moments before washing my hair and body, then shaving everything from my neck down. After toweling off and putting on some clean underwear and shorts before stepping out from behind the curtain, I made my way to the sink to shave what little growth I had on my face. Checking the weather in the dayroom, I opted to put on sweats before taking my laundry bag and going to wash clothes.

Dammit, there was already a line, and the place didn’t open for 15 minutes, but at least there were only 5 people in front of me, and I only needed 1 machine. After starting my machine, I knew I had time for a run and headed out for a quick 3 miles. When I returned, the cycle had just finished, so I tossed the wet clothes in the dryer before going next door to the gym for a quick 30 minute workout with the weights. Pulling my clothes out to fold them, a pair of panties were on top. Oh my god, I thought, just as one of the other guys looks, smirking and says “trophies?” “Umm, yeah, trophies.”

Back at the dorm, I put my clothes away, did some quick cleaning, the rooms always needed dusting, I swear the dryers at the laundry had to be hooked to the ventilation system, that is the only thing that would explain that much dust. Back to the shower for a wash/rinse, then homework time. I’m not sure how I could focus on homework thinking about seeing Steve again, but I knew I needed to get it done. Saturday mornings were pretty laid back at the dorm, most guys slept in, and chow or breakfast service was at different hours during than during the week. Upon hearing a knock at my door, I opened it to find one of the other dorm rats, Kenny. He wanted to know if I was up for breakfast.

Kenny was in the same career field as me, but in a different wing of the dorm. He was also a few weeks ahead of me, but was a Midwesterner as well, so we hit it off pretty good.

“Sure, breakfast sounds good.”

The conversation was light, a bit about other people in the squadron, classes, lies about old flames, the typical guy stuff. He asked what I had planned for the day. Heading to the mini base exchange and meeting with the people in my class to study at the cafe; Kenny was heading to the tattoo parlor. I don’t know what it was about being there, but I saw so many people getting tattoos; I guess it was a declaration of independence. After heading to the store, it was back to the dorm. It was a little before 1200hrs. Why was this day moving so slow? I had finished my homework and opted to relax, or at least trying to in front of the T.V. in the dayroom.

Finally, at 1245hrs I grabbed my books, setting off for the cafe. When I arrived, I found Steve and another classmate sitting in a booth discussing the past week’s material. We all had our books open, reviewing notes, comparing solutions, and reviewing formulas for what seemed like an eternity, until the third wheel got up to go to the latrine. Steve slid a notebook over where he scribbled a quick note asking me if I wanted to go out tonight. I nodded in agreement. Pulling the book back and scribbling another note, he asked if I wanted to sign out and go off base for the night. Hesitantly, I nodded in agreement again. Just as he pulled the notebook back again, the third wheel returned.

“Okay, guys, I’ve had enough. I’ve gotta get away from this for a bit.” Steve and I both agreed. “Either of you have plans tonight?”

I replied, “not really, maybe see what’s playing at the theatre tonight.”

Steve says “I got a hot piece of ass I’m trying to get lined up” Embarrassed, I wanted to crawl under the table.

“Okay, I gotta get some stuff for my room, then it’s time to relax.” Pointing at me he continues, “maybe I’ll see you at the theatre or the Airmans club tonight.”

“Yeah, maybe.” as he took his belongings and walked off.

The notebook comes back with another message “Should I get us a room?” Thinking about it for a few seconds, I reply “Sure. Why not?”

“Write me the number for the phone in your dayroom. I’ll call you and let you know where.”

Scribbling it on the notebook, I slide it back to him. He slips something else in it and slides is back whispering “that should cover the cab fare.” I take the $20 and stuff it in my pocket. He says “let’s get out of here, I’m studied out.”

“Yeah, I am too.”

Tossing our belongings in our briefcases, we head out the door.

Out on the sidewalk Steve asks “are you sure about tonight?”

“I am.”

“Okay, but we have to be careful that we don’t get caught. You know the whole “don’t ask, don’t tell” thing” “It could get us both booted from the Air Force”

“I know”

Looking around to make sure nobody else can hear us, I say, “I take it you have done this before.”

“Yeah, but I have never wanted someone the way I want you.”

Blushing, I say “really?”

“Yes, really.”

“Can I ask one thing from you?” I respond.

“Sure”

“Teach me”

“Teach you what?”

“Whispering, even though we are out of earshot of anyone, “teach me to make love to a man.”

“I would be happy to.” “Now let’s get out of here before I fuck you in the street.”

With that, I turned and walked to my dorm to wait in anticipation of his phone call.

For the next 3 hours, I tried to occupy my time with some light reading, watching T.V., or just talking with other people in the dorm. Just as one of the other guys walked through the dayroom, he grabbed the phone on the first ring before anyone else could react. “Hello, XYZ squadron, blah, blah dayroom.” “Uh, yeah, he’s right here and pointed to me.”

Hiding my nervousness, I took the phone. “Hello”

“Is this _____”

“Sure is”

“have your sexy ass at the hotel _____ room _____ in 30 minutes and make sure you have panties on that sweet ass.”

“Okay, sure enough”

I almost sprint to my room, change clothes, toss some fresh ones in a bag, and head to the office to sign out for the night, before dashing out to catch a cab coming back to drop someone off from their excursion off base.

Getting in the cab, I tell him to take me to hotel _____. It was about a 15-minute ride. I was nervous as hell. “Okay, that’ll be $12.50” Handing the $20, I take the 5 and tell him to keep the rest before stepping out of the car. Upon finding the room on one of the upper floors, I look to make sure the hallway is clear before I pensively knock twice.

Steve opens the door, grabs my wrist, almost yanking me off my feet as he pulls me inside, before slamming the door and pinning me against it. Pressing himself against me, he takes my face in his hands and kisses me deeply, his tongue probing the darkest recesses of my mouth. I don’t fight it. I wrap my arms around his neck and eagerly kiss him back. After what seems like an eternity, he pulls away, saying, “I have wanted to do that all day.”

Just as I respond with “I have too” I realize he is completely naked. Instinctively, I drop to my knees and take his cock in my mouth. Inhaling deeply, I could get a sense of his musky scent, and the faintest salty taste of dried urine coating my tongue as I swirled my tongue about it and under the foreskin. Cupping his balls gently in one hand, I caressed his thigh with the other, grabbing his firm butt cheek and pulling him deeper into my throat.

His hands went to the back of my head and as I worked him in and out of my mouth, he wasn’t forcing me, but controlling the tempo of my oral assault on his luscious cock. Looking up at him from where I was, our eyes met, and he breathlessly moaned, “you are an amazing little cocksucker” before rolling his head back in pleasure.

 His cock, fully engorged, became too much for me to swallow. But I wanted him in me as far as possible. I wanted his manhood in my stomach; I wanted his balls on my chin, his pubic hair in my nose. 

I don’t know if I moaned in pleasure or frustration, but soon this amazing man pushed me away from the pleasure of his cock, telling me “you are an eager little cocksucker” “but, you gotta pace yourself, I don’t want to cum too fast, I want to make this last.” 

Looking up at him from my knees, licking the last bit of saliva from my fingers that I wiped from my chin, I kind of pouted and said “yes sir, whatever you say” 

Pulling me up, he cupped my ass cheeks in each hand until our mouths met again. When he uttered “you have far too many clothes on you little bitch”. Maybe I should have been insulted, but it turned me on by him calling me names. “Yes, sir” He stepped back and sat on the bed as I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my sock, then shirt. Reaching for the waistband of my jeans, I unbuttoned them, then slipped my thumbs under the band, hooking my panties as well. “Everything but the panties, you tease.” 

I let my jeans fall to the floor, pulling the lace trimmed floral satin panties back into place. Purposely turning, I bent at the waist to finish tugging my feet from my jeans. SMACK. I jerked half upright. “You have got the most amazing ass I have ever seen, male or female.” Blushing as my cheek reddened with the outline of his hand, I responded, “thank you.” Grabbing my wrist as he laid back, he pulled me onto the bed next to him. 

Sliding an arm under my head as he turned on his side, propping himself on his elbow, his other hand came to rest on my stomach. Looking me in the eye again, I almost got lost in the sea of green looking back at me. “So you want me to teach you to make love to a man?” he asked.

“Yes, sir, I do.”

“I take it his isn’t the first time you have had sex with a guy. Tell me about the other times.”

Stunned, I didn’t know how to reply. “Umm, I’m not sure how to respond to that.”

“It’s actually quite simple. Have you fucked or been fucked by other guys?” 

“Well, umm, I guess, but it wasn’t something I wanted.”

“Not something you wanted?”

“No, an older cousin used to make me do things with him.”

“Oh, I see. Can I ask what things?”

“It started with me having to rub his body, later made to jerk him off. After some time, I had to suck his dick.” Then I went silent, looking away in shame.

The seconds ticked like hours. “Is that all?”

“no, he liked me to wear his mom’s old dresses” 

“okay, anything else?”

Time stood still again.

“Look, I will not hurt you, you are safe with me. I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to, but I want to know what you have been through, so I don’t put you through it again.”

Suddenly, with tears in my eyes, I blurted out, “he forced himself into me one night. Then every chance he got, he used that to one time to do it again, saying I asked for it.” “oh god it hurt so bad I thought I was being torn in half, he stuffed a pillow in my face to keep me from screaming, and trying to get away just caused more pain.”

Laying his hand on my cheek, he wiped a tear away with his thumb. “are you sure you want to do this?”

“yes.”

“Okay. Why?”

“Because, even though I hated it and felt dirty afterwards, there were parts of it that felt good, and I want to explore more of the things that felt good”

“Alright. But there will be rules.”

“Like?”

“One, you are in control, but I am in command. Two, no blood. Three, no drugs, and four, no poop.” “With rule one, if you say stop, I’ll stop. You say don’t do that, I won’t. But you have to be willing to at least try. And once we find the things you enjoy, and the ones you don’t, then we can really have some fun.” “But unless it is an absolute no, I encourage you to try everything twice. Who knows, it may have been the setting, the tempo, mood or other influences that made you not like it the first time.”

“Okay, I can agree with that.” 

Sliding his hand under the waistband of my panties, he ran his fingers through my sparse pubic hair while kissing me again. Slowly rubbing my testicles before tanking my cock in his hand and stroking it gently, before withdrawing his hand and pushing them down from my hips one at a time. Then, taking my hand, he led me to the bathroom and said, “now we have to address rule number 4, no poop.” To which he produced a red rubber bottle with a hose attached, he filled it with water, and instructed me how to use it while showering before excusing himself. 

When I finished, I towelled off and rejoined him on the bed. 

“How about a movie?”

“Sounds fine with me.”

Turing on the T.V. and popping a tape into the VCR, two naked men appeared. As I said earlier, I was naïve; I had seen plenty of magazines, most of which were just women alone, but a few were of women and men. Having seen a porno or 2, but I had never in my life imagined movies of two men have sex. I was in awe watching them lick, bite, spit, suck, and fuck each other. This wasn’t a full length thing, it was a compilation of different guys doing different things, but I couldn’t take my eyes off it. 

“Do you like what you are seeing?”

“Umm, yeah. And I feel better knowing that there are people that do the things I dream of doing.”

“Aside from what we have done so far, what are the kinkiest things you have done?”

“Other than fucking myself this morning with my cock, I’ve sucked myself until I came in my mouth a lot of times."

“Wow, you can fuck yourself and suck your own dick?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Thats hot. I want to see you blow yourself.”

In a flash, I was on my back, feet over my head, touching the bed, sucking and licking the head of my cock. I like the contrast between the silky smooth skin of the shaft and the rougher texture of the glans on my tongue as my erection grew. Pulling it out for a moment, I asked, “you like seeing this?”

“Hell yes, that is amazing. I’m gonna eat your ass while you do it.”

Taking myself back in my mouth, I felt him move between my feet. Looking up, his cock was just above my head. I felt his hands grab the globes of my ass along with the hot breath of his exhale as he stuck his tongue directly on my exposed bunghole. Again he circled it, licked it back and forth, up and down, increasing pressure as it relaxed, welcoming his advance.  

Moaning with delight. I loved sucking myself, but this was different. As his assault on my balloon knot increased, so did the pressure he was exerting on me, forcing my penis further and further down my throat until I buried my nose in my testicles. It was an amazing feeling to deep throat myself. My orgasm was building, there was no turning back, my cock spasmed as my asshole clinched down on Steve’s tongue. The first shot was huge, but the second was even larger as a smack on my ass that removed my focus from controlling my orgasm preceded it. That shot was so large I almost gagged myself. Milking the last drops of cum from my now spent rod, I righted myself on the bed, looking up at Steve from between his thighs.