Small Town Paradise

Chapter 7: Jack

My name is Alex. I’m 37 years old and single. Here is Chapter 7 of my story about how I recovered from a long period of self-imposed celibacy and rediscovered my long-suppressed sexual drive.

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I pulled into the local market one afternoon and parked next to a beautiful classic car, a 1967 Pontiac Bonneville convertible in pristine condition, metallic green, with a tan leather interior. I love classic cars, especially these old V-8 cruisers from the past. This one had been beautifully restored in what was clearly an act of love. I walked all around it in order to take in every detail. No, they certainly don’t make them like this one anymore.

From behind me then came a question: “You like what you see?” I turned around to face a hunk of a man in what I guessed was his late sixties, his upper body built solid like a body-builder, silver-grey hair in a buzz-cut, wearing a neatly pressed shirt and beautifully tailored slacks with a long lump down one leg that clearly showed where he parked his personal parts. I gasped before blurting out,

“Yes! Yes, I do,” I said. “It’s a beautiful machine.”

I introduced myself and explained that I hadn’t been living in the town very long, etc., etc. He, in turn, introduced himself as “Jack Stevens, Colonel, U.S. Army, Retired. Most people call me Colonel Jack.” When we shook hands he gave me an extra squeeze ever so subtly. “Aha,” I thought. I was suddenly ready to enlist. Colonel Daddy…

We got to talking about the car and his love for big cruiser sedans. He explained that restoring old cars was his passion and his (expensive) hobby since retiring from the army. He also explained that he had several other classic cars in his garage at home if I was interested. “I can show you a lot more,” he said. I willingly agreed, not sure if this was a come-on, but in case it was, I was ready to serve. So we shook hands again, and again he gave me an extra squeeze. He gave me his address and said he would expect to see me at 15-hundred hours later that afternoon. I did the math and figured he meant 3:00 PM.

I went home, showered, and changed into a loose shirt halfway opened down the front, drawstring shorts with no underwear, and sandals—a little obvious maybe but I wanted to put out the right message. I drove over to his house, a beautiful sprawling ranch-style building with a five-car garage up in the hills with very few neighbors. The Colonel greeted me warmly, again with the lingering handshake. This time I squeezed back. We moved into the garage where he stored his collection of classic cars—a ’59 Ford Fairlane Skyliner hardtop convertible, and a ’57 Chrysler Imperial. Outrageous gems, all of them. The room was a showplace.

“And in here is my exercise room.” he said, opening a door to a large, empty space about 20 by 20 with white walls and a dark, polished floor, lit from above with bare bulbs in metal, industrial shades. I sensed I was about to be tested. I was a little nervous but more excited by the prospect of sex with this hunk of a man.

“How old are you, Alex?”

“I’m thirty-seven.”

“Tell me something. I noticed you were observing more than just my car when we met. Are you interested in military service?,” he said as he brushed his hand across the long lump that ran down his left pant leg.

“Uh, yes, yes, I am.” I quickly got the game he was playing.

“You seem very fit. You have a good, fit body for a new recruit.”

“Thank you...”

“Address me as Sir when you speak to me.”

“Excuse me, sir. Yes, sir.”

“Very good. Are you ready to serve?”

“Sir, yes, sir!”

“Good. As I said, you have a fit body, but I’d like to be sure that you are ready for induction into the service. A thorough physical exam is necessary. You will remove your clothes and stand over there. At attention.” I hesitated. ‘That’s an order!,” he barked, directing me towards the far wall. I did as he asked, slipping off my shirt, dropping my shorts, and kicking off my sandals. I was suddenly excited to be playing this game and my cock started getting excited, too..

“Now, about face!”

I quickly spun around with my back to him. After a quiet pause Colonel Jack then walked in close behind me and put one of his big hands on me, stroking my chest and abs from behind, and adding a second hand that passed across my lower back. Then two hands moved to my cock and my ass, caressing each ball, stroking my shaft and running a hand lightly over the globes of my butt, nudging in between the two, and briefly massaging my hole. I got rock hard but otherwise I relaxed my stance.

The colonel barked out “I said stand at attention!” He then landed a hard spank on my ass that stung a little but was thrilling. I snapped back to a position of stiff attention.

“That’s better. You have excellently well-maintained, responsive gear, soldier, One-A. I would be pleased to have you join the service.”

“Sir, I’m ready, sir.” I said.

“Are you sure you’re ready?,” he asked.

“Yes!”

He landed another hard spank on my buns and barked out, “You will address me as Sir, soldier,”

“Sir, yes, sir!” I hadn’t expected the spankings but I found them stimulating.

“Very good, soldier. Your first duty, then, is to maintain my weapon. Turn about-face again, kneel and assume a parade rest position.”

I turned, knelt in front of him with my knees slightly apart and my hands behind my back clasped at my waist. I don’t know how he did it but somehow while I was turned away from him he had stripped down to nothing but his shorts and his now-stiff cock and balls were piercing the fly of his olive-drab boxers. His cock was ramrod straight, eight inches, cut, with a narrow, pointed head. All his body hair had been buzzed like that on his on his head. I wanted so badly to rub my face all over him and feel the burn of those rough, bristly hairs on my cheeks, but in my kneeling position I couldn’t reach them.

So I dove right in on his cock, then licked his heavy balls, savoring each one, running my tongue over the short crew-cut hairs. My hands were still behind my back so I had to attend to his balls and work his shaft with only my mouth and tongue. I worked my way up the shaft, lubricating it carefully all over with as much spit as I could gather. Finally I plunged down and swallowed him whole in a deep-throat, working up and down in a passive face-fuck, swirling my tongue around the head whenever I got to the top. I was delirious. I saw stars…and stripes. I wanted to please my superior officer. And my superior daddy-officer was evidently very pleased with the exercise.

“Well-done, soldier, well done. Keep up that effort until I give you permission to stop. I want one hundred passes on my weapon.”

With that he started to match my passive fuck with active thrusts and deep grunts. Meanwhile my cock was getting hard as a rifle barrel, standing as straight as the Colonel’s, even without my touching it, and we continued our exercise for a full fifteen minutes. I started busting out in sweat and I knew it wouldn’t be too long before I would blow, but I also knew I had to wait until the Colonel was ready. He kept thrusting in and out of my mouth and I kept pulling back as far as the head of his shaft, before pushing all the way down my throat. I was taking him all the way down so I was gasping for air through my nose.

Soon I sensed he was close, as I could actually feel the veins of his cock pulsing and the shaft getting harder, if that was even possible. “Take it, soldier, take it,” he yelled. He gave me three or four more pushes and finally with a fierce grunt he shot a huge wad of cum down my throat, pulled out to shoot another wad on my face, then put it in again to shoot a third and fourth wad in my mouth. At the same time my dick started jerking wildly on its own and firing long jets of cum that left a line of white cum on the dark floor.

He pulled out and I tried to catch my breath, bent over now on all fours. “An excellent performance, soldier, but you’ve made a mess. Clean up this floor. Lick it up until it shines,” he said. And with that order he pushed my face down where it landed in my own spent spunk. I lapped it up like a puppy then stood up naked and still dripping with sweat and the last of my ejaculation.

“You’ve completed a strenuous training session with high marks, soldier, and I am glad to have you in the company.” He saluted me smartly. I snapped to attention and returned the salute.

“Sir, thank you, sir!”

“Your civilian clothes will be returned to you when you’ve completed training. You will report here next Wednesday at 15-hundred hours as you did today. For deep reconnaissance.”

“Sir, with pleasure, sir!”

I drove home naked, totally spent, and happy.