A history of my early sex discoveries

Growing up as the son of an AF fighter pilot meant mandatory Sunday brunch at the Officers Club.  Fighter pilots have a natural swagger and machismo that is very sexy.  A LOT of eye candy which I loved.  

My mom was very anti public toilet.  She firmly believed you could get a vd from toilet seats.  But one Sunday I had to go and trotted off to the mens room.  I peed and was washing my hands when I heard a groan and gasp from the stall behind me.  Then the stall door opened and out came one of my dad's wingmen.  His face was flushed and he still had a pretty obvious semi hardon as well as a little wet spot near the tip.   When he realized who I was, his face flushed even more and he was clearly uncomfortable.

"Jon!  What are you doing here?" he asked.

"I came here to piss.  But what were you doing here?" I nodded at the stall.

He was embarrassed  but gave a little grin and winked at me.  "Something you'll learn about soon enough.  Later, dude."  He left quickly.

'Soon enough' seemed like right now to me so I eased into the stall and looked around.  Seemed like any other stall until I noticed a neat round hole on the wall between two stalls.  As I stood pondering this, two fingers slid across the bottom of the hole and then rubbed back and forth over the rim.  I bent over to look through and saw a partly opened mouth, a tongue licking slowly back and forth over a pair of full juicy lips, and a neatly trimmed mustache above the upper lip.  Then the whole picture came into sharp focus for me and at the same time my pecker started growing like crazy.  Suddenly I knew why the mouth was there and I knew why Gregg, my dads wingman, still had a little woody and a wet spot as he came out of the stall.   I undid my pants, pulled down my shorts and let my very hard and already oozing dick spring to full attention.  My belt buckle clinked against the metal divider as I eased myself into position against the hole.  The welcoming fingers turned palm up and helped guide me across those wet lips and over the already squirming tongue and into the back of his mouth.  He let his tongue work on my shaft a while then drew back so he could concentrate on my dick head.  As his tongue worked around my dick head, he started slowly sucking me.  I let out a loud ecstatic moan.  Nothing had prepared me for the massive pleasure of this guys mouth working on my dick and it didn't take long until I felt my balls tightening and my cock getting rock hard and pulsing.  The guy knew what was happening and he knew how to keep me on that exquisite edge just before it all blasts out.  I heard myself gasping loudly and my cock was begging to be let cum.  It was exquisite agony but it could only be sustained for so long.  Then he swallowed my dick to the hilt and quickly came back to just the head.  He sucked and tongued and then I felt a massive wave come over me and my entire being moved to my crotch as I shot load after load into that guys greedy mouth.  My hips thrust with each blast and I vaguely heard my belt buckle clanking on the metal divider.   I gave two last spurts and then slumped against the divider, breathing like I had just run a mile.  He didn't want to give up my dick and continued lightly sucking on it as it softened and then with a little pop, dropped out of his mouth.  I backed away from the divider and stared down at this wondrous appendage that could bring me such mind blowing pleasure.  I thought my own hand was great but finding someone else's mouth took me to a completely new level.  I felt like a great grey wolf hunting its' prey.  In my case the prey was a warm willing mouth and I lost count of the number I found.  The Officers Club glory hole (you always remember your first) to the bushes in the park, the back rows in the balcony of the base movie theater, to  some bizarre places.  A base cook took me into the kitchen, rubbed garlic butter on my dick and called it a "snack".   A mechanic working on my dads fighter plane sucked me off under the plane while my dad was in the cockpit checking instruments.  An MP working parking lot security blew me outside our car while my mom was inside shopping for groceries.  I felt like the best fed grey wolf ever and I thought I had reached the top of the feel good sex chart.

Then Gregg, my dads' wingman who put me on the glory hole/blowjob track, introduced me to yet another mind boggling, dick trick. 

Right now I'm at the base cyber cafe writing this and some young airman is making it obvious he wants to blow me.  So I'll dial up some porn, he'll crawl under my desk and I'll get my first cyber suck.

Later dudes.