Date: Sat, 05 May 2007 15:48:16 -0600 From: Greg Young Subject: Air Force Memories 27 Copyright for this story belongs to and remains with the author. I don't have any major objection to my work being re-distributed, but ASK FIRST!!! This is a gay adult story with the consequent language and images. If Homosexuality and/or sexually explicit themes offend you then do not continue. If these are illegal in your area, then you have my sympathy, but you proceed at your own risk. This is a story of the 1950's, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society, as sex was fairly safe between males at that time. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken today with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. For obvious reasons the names have been changed, and also the chronology has been shortened in order to tighten the story up. I wish to dedicate this to Garth Wells, my mentor, without him this story would never have been written. He is a great writer himself and has given me encouragement and help all through this, my first attempt at writing. I also want to acknowledge Pete Brown and Bill Smith whose stories have given me so much pleasure. I also need to add my thanks to all those who have written and encouraged me. I hope that you will find the following worthwhile. Sorry this has taken so long, hope to be more current from here on out and get it finished. Thanks to all who have written me. Air Force Memories 27. Awoke this morning, hot and sweating, seems the heat has made a return to us, just when we thought it was over. Jim San had brought in some luke-warm water for each of us and we made use of it for sponge baths. Once again our close relationships with each other came into play, as we took turns washing down the back of the one closest to us. In some cases there was a bit of horseplay as some of the jammed their fingers up the asses of the man they were helping. Needless to say there were a good many hardon's on all of us. Dressed in just shirt, trousers, sox and shoes and went to breakfast. There was a notice up on the bulletin board there that the General was bringing in some ladies from Pusan on Saturday for a beach party and wanted to know how many of the officers would be attending. This caused quite a bit of conversation over breakfast, and it was determined that some officers should remain at the compound. In order to determine the senior officer to be left, Crane had the major's draw straws and Maj. Castle was the one to stay. Since Alex would not be back until that Friday, I made the announcement that we both would volunteer to remain in the compound. Col. Crane was then able to let the general know that 10 of our officer's would be attending. It was quite apparent that the general was trying to get back in our good graces by providing ladies for the men to have sex with if they so desired. And all of them were looking forward to it and decided they would remain celibate until Saturday. By the time I had walked back to my office my uniform was wilted and uncomfortable, my men were just working in shorts, so I went on to the barracks, and grabbed a pair of shorts, went back to the office stripped off my uniform and put on the shorts. This was more comfortable and as I was completing some paper work the Sgt.in charge of the club came by to chat. He said the rumor was that most of the officers would be gone Saturday night with only three of us left in the compound and he wondered if that was true and who they were. I told him yes and who the three would probably be. He asked if I thought Maj. Castle would object if they held a special night at the club that night. Wondering what he meant I asked and he said he was thinking of having a special strip show, with some prizes, also a dance contest to determine the best dancers. I asked him how the men would feel about this and was told that they came to him with the idea and had even taken up a collection to pay for drinks and prizes. With this information I told him I would ask Maj. Castle at lunch to drop by my office around 1300 and he should do the same and explain it to the major, I did not foresee any problem with it. The Sgt. and Major met in my office at 1300 and after listening to the explanation of what they had planned. Major Castle informed the Sgt. that he could see no problem and to go ahead with the plans. The rest of the week was hot and humid, and I was looking forward to the weekend when Alex was due back. God, how I missed him. Friday dawned, like the other days, hot and humid, and all of us were sweating up a storm, it was hard to keep hydrated as the potable water was the foulest tasting stuff due to the chemicals added to make it drinkable. So we were more or less relying on coffee and tea to keep liquids in the body, and the caffeine was beginning to work on us and get us all a wee edgy. I was over in the club talking to the ones who were going to be more or less running the show on Saturday, when someone put their hands over my eyes. Without a doubt I knew who it was, and swung around and in front of those there gave Alex a big hug and a deep kiss. Hey I did not care who saw it, I was in love with the lug and wanted everyone to know it. He kissed me back and his hands were kneading my ass, as we ground our crotches together and could feel our cocks getting hard. We were asked if we would like to use the storeroom for a little while and we started for it, and were even shedding our clothes as we walked to it, letting the men there see us get naked, we were in heat and only wanted to get alone. Entering the storeroom, I fell to my knees and took Alex's cock into my mouth, gently sucking on it and running my tongue over it, I move further down until I could feel my face against his pubes, then back up again. I moved off and gently licked the sweat from his nut sack and scooting under him also got the sweat that had dripped into his ass crack, I spent several minutes licking the crack clean and then spent time on his rosebud, until I could feel it open some and he began to push back to get more. Then without warning, he pulled me up, and after kissing me again, bent me over and he spent time rimming my ass and hole and then without warning I felt his cock at the entrance to my body and a sharp pain as he thrust it full into me. Alex waited a minute for my body to adjust and then he gave me one of the wildest fucks I had ever had. He fucked me hard and deep, as well as slow and twisted his cock in my ass, giving me sensations I had not had before. He moaned he had been waiting for this all the time he had been gone. I could feel his cock swell in me as he began loading my ass with his sperm. As he finished he pulled his cock from my ass and presented it to my mouth for cleaning. As I licked the essence of his cum and my ass juices from his him, he began to get hard again and soon was fucking my mouth with his cock; he deep throated me and fucked his cock in and out of my mouth until I thought it would never lose its round shape. Finally he came and pulled his cock out until it rested just inside my mouth and shot his cum so I could savor its flavor and texture. As he finished, he pulled his still hard cock from my mouth, flipped me over and once again plowed his cock up my ass. He was really making up for lost time and I was enjoying every minute of it. He was my man and I was his, there was not doubt about it. Finally he was satiated, and his cock began to soften, I had come so many times while he had been fucking me that my cock was sore. We got up and rather sheepishly went into the club to collect the rest of clothes and get dressed, as we walked out the men who were there were clapping and one said, great way to go, you were in there over an hour. We had not realized it had been that long. When we were once again dressed Alex joined us in going over plans for Saturday night, and he had several good suggestions, which they decided to follow up on. Saturday arrived with a blazing sun, the barracks seemed like an oven, and I sat up and wiped the sweat from my body with my hands and looked around at all the others doing the same thing. I felt so damn sticky and uncomfortable that I said, cold water or not I am going to go take a shower and see if I can feel better. I grabbed a towel and strode out of the barrack and down to the shower shed. Turned on a tap and got some tepid water, which was fine, as I was washing several others came to do the same thing, was surprised to not see Alex with them, but bumped into him on my way back. Still felt sticky from the heat, but at least felt clean, dressed and went to breakfast, then to work where I stripped off my uniform, as was going to do some inventory that morning. Finished up the inventory, around 1200 and ate then went back and tried to relax on my bunk. The ones going on the beach picnic left about 1400 and the place still felt like an oven so grabbed a blanket and went outside to find some shade and rested for a while. There was not a lot of activity going on as most were too hot to do much and all were waiting for the evening festivities at the club. After dinner and another shower, dressed in fresh khakis, which soon wilted and with Alex in his kilt went to the club. They at least had some fans going in the club, and we found a table where we could enjoy the fan breeze, ordered our scotch and water's and sat back to enjoy the evening. Finally the time for the strippers came and the bar top was cleared for them to dance on. Some of them were good and some were terrible, but will only talk about one. Nick Ford. Kestititus had really worked with him on this. He did his strip to Ravel's Bolero. First he strode up to the bar in full class A uniform, bent over and removed his shoes and jumped up on the bar. He began his slow dance down the bar, reaching up and removing his cover and tossing it out into the crowd. (It had already been established that the clothing of the strippers could be redeemed for services rendered after the competition was completed.) Then he sinuously removed his jacket, unbuttoning it, and removing one sleeve then the other and finally taking the jacket, twirling it around his head and then between his legs before tossing it into the crowd. He reached up and yanked his tie off and began to slowly undo the buttons on his shirt as he danced down the bar and back up, he removed his shirt as he had his jacket and tossed it out, next he pulled his t-shirt out of his trousers and began to roll it slowly up his chest in time to the music, and once he reached above the nipples he than caressed them and his stomach with his hands, tweaking the nipples to make them stand out, and then removing the t-shirt and tossing it out. His hands went to his belt and he undid it pulling it from the belt loops and twirled it around his head, brought it between his legs and pulled it back and forth before dropping it on the bar and kicking it out into the crowd. He moved his hands to his fly and began to undo the zipper there, pulling it down and then back up, enticing the crowd to what lay below, he finally pulled the zipper all the way down, spread the trouser flaps showing his white undies, then with a bump and a grind he let the trousers fall to the bar and he stepped out of the them and using one foot picked them up and flung them out to the waiting hands. Clad only in white boxers and sox he now did a very erotic dance up and down the bar, and removed his sox, tossing them out. With all the work Kestitius had him do, Nick's body was in great shape, he had a good six pack and of course sported a great tan. He played with the front of his boxers, letting his cock peep out and then being covered again. Finally he striped them off and flung them straight at Kestitius. The music stopped and the crowd clapped loud and long. The ones following Ford never had a chance and when the votes were taken he had won the prize. Kesititus stood up on the bar and told those who had caught Nick's clothes could now start redeeming them. They could get a blow job or fuck him, and if some wanted to double up and fuck his mouth and ass at the same time then that was good as was if two wanted to fuck his ass at the same time. The only requirement being that it is done that night and in the club in front of all. Cheers went up from the crowd and those holding clothes got together to plan it out. His cover and tie required a blow job for the catchers, his jacket and trousers were redeemed by a double ass fuck, as were his sox. His shirt was a single fuck as was his t-shirt. The only item left was his boxers and Kestititus, then said now you all have had your fun I am going to fist him and then fuck him after which he will rim all of you in thanks for your letting him get his clothes back. It was not long before most of the men in the club were naked and all having sex with each other, Alex and I no exception. The fun went on for hours but at midnight they closed the bar and everyone staggered home. The picnic people still were not back when I went to bed and never did hear them come in. The next morning, there were moans and groans coming from a good many bunks, they had all drank far too much, and some had some unpleasant memories of the night before, one had missed his mark when going to fuck his girl and plunged his cock into the sand, which gave it a nice abrasion, another somehow got a hair caught under his foreskin or something and caused a cut which had bled. However all were talking of their prowess and lasting power. I thought they were more hypocritical than ever, since they had all had man to mean sex, and were married, but than I guess when the libido takes over the brain stops functioning. Was a quiet Sunday, however still too hot to do much, just lazed around.