Date: Sat, 26 Feb 2000 18:44:59 -0000
From: Heinz
Subject: Air Force, Part I of the "Armed Services Series"

AIR FORCE

I'm still not sure what my mother had in mind when she arranged to have an
airman from the local base stay with me while she was out of town for a
business seminar.  I was 18 and in the last months of my senior year in
high school and I'd spent plenty of time by myself when she had had to
travel before.

On the day she left, we'd had breakfast together and then she'd left for
the airport and I'd gone to school.  She told me that Airman Johnson would
be at the house when I got home from school that afternoon and would be
staying in the guestroom at the end of the hall.  When I protested about
the need for a `babysitter', she said not to worry, it was a break for him
too and to just relax, she didn't mean anything by it.

It was unseasonably warm that late spring day when I got home from school
still dressed in my running shorts and tee.  I was a gangly young man, thin
and long, nearly 6' 5" by the time I was a sophomore.  I'd gotten use to
being tall and ran track in high school.  My real love though was the
stage.  I'd starred in several productions at school and won many awards
locally and state-wide for my theatrical talents.  Like my most males my
age, I was constantly horny, springing a hard-on without the slightest
provocation.

Wayne, my buddy from school, had dropped me off at the corner down the
street from my house.  Hoping that he'd come over for our usual jack-off
session I was disappointed but still very horny from just being near him.
Wayne was as old as I, and a top athlete at school.  He had been my
protection when my mouth got me into trouble with the jocks in gym class.
We'd been fooling around for a couple of months now; first just trading
hand-jobs, but it had progressed to some serious sex.  Wayne lived on a
ranch just outside of town and he fit the `corn fed' label to a tee.  Tall
and strapping with smooth plates of chest muscles and arms like oak
branches, he was a farm boy wet dream in the flesh.  He had a big hairless
butt that balanced his oversized cock and balls like a launch pad for the
Apollo spacecraft.  Trying to toughen up his baby face and warm
personality, Wayne had even gotten a tattoo around his arm, a first in our
small community.

Wayne had taught me about what he called `animal husbandry'.  He used his
big old cock like a two-handled plow on my brown-haired furrow and his
version of `Git Along Little Dogie' made me moan from the depth of my
bowels.  I couldn't get enough of it.  His butt was still off limits to me,
although the last time I had my lips firmly planted around the base of his
steel hard shaft and my teeth were nibbling on his silken pubic hairs, I
managed to worm a couple of fingers up his chute.  He fucking nearly blew
the back of my head off with the amount of cum that shot from his cock
cannon, followed by `don't ever do that again, I ain't gonna let you back
door me' shit.  I just smiled and wiped my lips and nodded okay, thinking
`yeah right, my turns a' comin.'

Preoccupied with thoughts of Wayne's cock and ass, I made my way through
the house, stopping in the kitchen to grab a soda then trooping down the
hall to my room.  I passed the open door of the guestroom, from the corner
of my eye it seemed that the bed was unmade.  Realizing then that there was
going to be a guest I backed up and started into the room only to be halted
in my tracks by the sight before me.  What I had mistaken for the unmade
had now become a vision of manliness beyond my limited experience.
Sprawled across the bed in a deep sleep was the most beautiful man I'd ever
seen.  And definitely a man.  Dark luxuriant hair covered his torso as it
slowly rose and fell with each breath.  His arms were thrown behind his
head revealing armpits of moist curly black fur.  I'd never seen a man
covered in hair the way this man was.

`That's right, it's Johnson,' I thought, `the airman mom said would be
staying with me while she's gone.  Shit, this is going to be tough, he's
fucking gorgeous.'  In the few minutes that I'd been standing there with a
million lurid thoughts running through my mind, Johnson began to stir; well
at least parts of him began to stir.  I'd been so taken by the sight of his
hairy torso that I'd failed to notice that he was completely naked.  His
right arm came down from above his head and he cupped his balls and gave
them a nice thorough massage.  Johnson's cock (that really isn't an
adequate word to describe it) began to fill with blood as he continued to
fondle his sack of fur covered nuts.  It lengthened at first straight down
his thigh, catching on the hairs of his legs and pulling the piss slit
open.  It seemed to hesitate for a moment, caught as it was on the hair of
his leg, but it pulsed once, then blossomed and rose slowly and
majestically up and over until it was nudging the dark hole of his belly.
It bounced a couple of times as it settled onto his stomach and his hand
stayed wrapped protectively around his balls.  What a phenomenal sight!
His left hand came over and slowly stroked his huge shaft, stopping as it
reached the plum sized head.  It was almost as if he was doing this on
purpose.  I tore my eyes away from his lower body.  I'd been so caught up
in watching the drama of this man's pole rise and salute his torso that I'd
failed to notice that Johnson was awake and grinning at me like a lion that
has just spotted it's prey.

A throaty rumble came from deep inside him, "Come here" he rumbled "put
that soda down and drop those shorts, I want to see what's behind that
bulge."  I followed his directions and placed the can of soda on the night
table and turned toward the bed where Johnson lay.  He reached out for the
waistband of my shorts and tugged them down over my high set butt.  My
bloated cock was uncomfortably confined in my jockstrap, but I hardly
noticed because Johnson had sat up in the bed and was using both hands to
rub the globes of my hairy ass.  I'm extremely hairy from the waist down
and as smooth as can be from the waist up.  Some of my friends call me the
Satyr because of how much hair covers my ass and legs.

With my shorts around my ankles, Johnson turned me around and buried his
face in my furry ass crack.  I bent over to give him better access,
grabbing my ankles to further spread my cheeks.  He used his teeth to pull
the straps of my jock away from my twitching hole and started a slow wet
descent into my being with his thick tongue.  I looked up between my legs
and was mesmerized by his throbbing hard-on.  The huge piss slit gaped at
me like the Cyclops at Odysseus.  A single drop of fluid rose to the top
and paused as his cock pulsed and the drop began its slow slide down his
thick beautiful shaft.  All the while Johnson kept at my honey hole,
something Wayne had never done.  The sensations of having this man feast on
my ass like this was sending electric currents through my body right to the
center of my balls and up through every taut nerve in my cock.  If I let
him continue I was sure to lose control and shoot my wad.  I stood up,
kicked off my shorts and jockstrap, turning around to face my new lover.
Kneeling in front of him, I leaned forward with my tongue outstretched and
licked his shaft, savoring the smell and essence that was flowing from him.

He smelled so different from Wayne.  Where Wayne was all sweet as fresh
mown hay, Johnson was musky and rich with the scent of man.  I continued to
tongue his shaft, wrapping my tongue around the thickness of it as it stood
tight against his rippling, furred stomach muscles.  Moving down to feast
on his balls, I took one orb into my mouth and pulled it taut, eliciting a
low throaty moan from Johnson.  His balls hung low in their pouch,
feathered with the soft black hair that covered his entire body.  I pulled
the other ball into my mouth and ran my tongue underneath his ball bag.
Releasing his nuts I continued my pursuit of his hard-on, tonguing the
sweet spot between his cock and his asshole.  Johnson took a hold of my
head with his thick fingers and pulled me up to the tip of his cockhead and
slowly brought my mouth down over his rock hard glans.  When I put my mouth
around the tip of his cock it throbbed and grew larger in my mouth.  He
pushed my head down, down the amazing length of his prick, I panicked for a
moment but breathing deeply was able to descend the nine fat inches to the
base.

Guiding my head with his large hands, he brought me up and back down his
shaft.  I twirled my tongue around the veins that brought such steely
hardness to his cock.  Slowly at first, then with increasing need and
urgency, I continued to suck on this man's amazing prong.  Johnson was
showing his appreciation verbally, egging me on to take all of him, "suck
this man's cock," he hissed between clenched teeth.  I felt him tense and
eased off, pulling my mouth up to the head to relish the flow of male
nectar emanating from his prick.

Johnson grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up to his lips, forcing his
thick tongue down my throat and rubbing our bodies together in a frisson of
passion unlike anything I'd ever experienced.  I knew I wanted this man to
fuck me raw.  Rolling us over on the bed, he continued to rub his hairy
chest against my smooth one, bringing my nipples to diamond point hardness.
He slid down my long, narrow torso, nibbling and biting at the points of my
tits.  I threw my arms over my head and taking advantage of my vulnerable
position, Johnson swooped down on my armpits and plastered the hair down
with his broad flat tongue.  I was on fire.

"You've got to fuck me." I begged, "Fuck me now."  Johnson leaned back, his
thick long log standing straight up against his stomach.  I threw my legs
back, exposing my asshole to this man.  He pulled his cock down and juiced
my crack with the flow of pre-cum that was escaping from the tip.  Teasing
my ring of passion with the flanged head and using both hands to guide it,
Johnson slowly inserted the head.  I tensed, it was huge even after having
Wayne plow my backside, Johnson's cock was already charting unknown
territory and he was just beginning to push it deep inside me.  I took a
deep breath as he slowly pushed the next several inches into me, I was
afraid I wouldn't be able to take all of it.  He still had both his hands
around the shaft and I already felt as full as ever before.

Johnson let go of his cock and placing his arms on other side of my legs,
pushed the remaining inches into my ass.  I grabbed his hairy ass cheeks to
keep him still while I adjusted to the immensity of my accomplishment.  But
Johnson wasn't to be stopped.  Feeling the heat of my being wrapped around
his crimson cock unleashed the lion I'd briefly glimpsed earlier when he'd
caught me watching him.  Pulling his magnificent hard penis nearly out of
me, until just the head remained inside my ring of resistance and then he
swiveled his hips to open me up for the assault that was to come.  He then
proceeded to batter my backside with deep, uncontrolled thrusts that made
my hard cock bounce against my teenage belly and splatter the juice across
my abdomen that was leaking uncontrollably from my cock head.

I didn't know how much longer I was going to be able to stand the reaming
Johnson was giving me before I blew a load of come.  Watching his sweating,
heaving chest as he drove his wicked prong home over and over again brought
me right to the edge of explosion.  Johnson leaned down and rubbed his
hairy torso against my pulsing cock and the next thing I knew he was on his
back and I was riding his cock to glory.  He pumped his big meat up my
chute and took a hold of my cock, manipulating it between his two hands.
It looked so small in them, even though as I later learned I had what was
termed a `party-sized' cock, just seven thick inches, it seemed
insignifcant compared to his muscular, hairy size.

The rough callused palms sent extremely urgent messages to my balls,
forcing me to rise up his strong shaft as my orgasm reached out to take
over my being.  Cum flew out of my cock head in a torrent of white cream
that bathed Johnson's black furred torso.  It exploded on either side of
his head and crisscrossed his chest and tits like a bandoleer.  Just as I
came, I relaxed and sat forcibly back down on his cock, which brought him
off.  Cursing with pleasure, Johnson filled my backside with so much jism
that it flowed back out and coated my ass with his love juice.  I collapsed
onto his chest and licked my cum from around the eraser points of his
nipples, making him thrust harder into my ass to release the last of his
potent fluid.

I had quite the weekend with Airman Johnson.  I only got out of bed to let
Wayne in the door.  But the best part was when Johnson gave Wayne something
he'd claimed wasn't ever going to happen to him!