Date: Tue, 6 Nov 2007 23:27:18 -0700
From: Greg Reese <fbud4u@gmail.com>
Subject: Finance Officer and Me - Military

This is based on a fantasy and a true story; of course names have been
changed.  Same disclaimer applies, if you're underage, don't read.  If
you're a military investigator on a witch hunt, what are you doing here?

I enlisted in the Army in the early 80's for various reasons.  Growing up
in the 70's in the rural Midwest had it's advantages and disadvantages,
growing up gay in the rural Midwest was not one of those advantages.  I had
not had a lot of gay experiences; they were limited to the typical teenage
male to male fooling around.  For me though, it was so much more than a
just a quick hand job or blow job.

I completed all of my training and was sent to an Army supply post in the
middle of nowhere, California.  The barracks were full so I was given
permission to live in the cheap townhomes just outside the gate.  This was
where the majority of the lower enlisted members and their families lived.
The townhomes were OK and for it being my first home away from my parents I
was in hog heaven, so to speak.  My job was admin and I worked in the
orderly room.  Part of my duties were to hand carry travel orders for those
members that were going on temporary duty orders.  One of the stops I had
to make was Finance.  Our finance office was staffed with civilians and
over the course of time, I got to know the finance officer (also a
civilian) and became very good friends with him.

Before I go on, let me describe myself as well as Thom, the Finance
Officer.  I was all of 18 at the time, brown hair, green eyes, and was 5
foot 7 and weighed a whopping 130.  Turn me sideways and I disappeared!
Thom was in his mid-40's, stood 5 foot 9, weighed 180.  Thom also had a
barrel chest, tapered waist, small muscular ass, large biceps, salt and
pepper black hair with moustache to match and the furriest chest I have
ever seen.  During the day he wore a shirt and tie, and with the exception
of his dress slacks outlining his beautiful skater's ass, his slacks gave
no hint of what his crotch looked like.

I was about six months into my assignment and horny as hell.  I know I must
have walked around base with a perpetucal hard on.  This was also during
the time when the Olive Green uniform could still be worn; the Battle Dress
Uniform (BDU) was just starting to be issued.  If you've ever seen old
photos of men in their "olive drabs", you know that on the right man, they
left nothing to the imagination and only served to accent all the right
areas.

On this particular day I had a stack of orders that I had to process.
Several of the soldiers were being sent to Rock Island Army Depot for an
exercise and as was par for the course, their Platoon Sergeant had waited
until the last minute to turn in the orders.  Thom always took care of the
orders for me when I arrived and on this day, it was no exception.  As he
was processing the orders, we started talking.  He soon asked if I was
doing anything tonight.  Since I didn't own a car and was stuck in the
middle of nowhere, I told him no.  He asked if I minded if he stopped by
for a little bit and asked me if I drank.  The drinking age in the military
was still 18 at that time and yes, I definitely drank.  He said he'd stop
by around 5:00 and he'd bring something to eat along with something to
drink.  It just happened to be Friday and we didn't work weekends so it was
perfect.  He finished my orders, said he'd see me tonight and off I went.
I left the finance office floating on cloud nine.  I'd had a crush on this
man since the day I arrived and now I was going to get to spend some off
duty time with him.  Of course my mind was going a hundred miles a minute
and of course I was hoping I would get laid.  Then reality came crashing
down around me, one I was only a 100 feet away from an active duty military
installation, two, he was divorced with two kids and at this point in my
life, divorced meant straight as an arrow and three, if I dared try
anything, he was big enough he could take me out with one fist.  But still,
hope springs eternal, right?

The day just dragged from that point forward.  Finally four o'clock rolled
around and I practically ran over my First Sergeant trying to get home.  Of
course, my First Sergeant was from the "old Army" and dropped me
immediately and had me knock out 50 push ups.  I was in great shape then,
so 50 push ups wasn't a problem.  Once that was done, he dismissed me and
off I went.  I ran home, unlocked and flew open the back door to the
townhouse and began stripping off my uniform as I bounded up the stairs to
shower and put on shorts and a T-shirt.

Five O'clock rolled around and as promised, there was a knock on my front
door.  I did a "range walk" (an very fast and funny looking walk that
military folks do when going to retrieve their target from the firing
range) to the front door, double checked myself, and opened the door and
casually as I could.  Thom was there, right on time, a bag of hamburgers
and fries in one hand, in the other a sack with Vodka, Vermouth and Olives.
I invited him in, grabbed the bag of burgers from him and led him to the
kitchen.  I didn't even pay attention to what he was wearing, I couldn't I
was too excited that he was there, that and I was trying very hard to hide
the full blown hardon that was raging in my shorts.

"Do you have any glasses?" Thom asked.  "Yeah, cabinet to the left of the
sink, second shelf." I said.  "Have you ever had a martini?" Thom asked.
"No" I replied, "mostly Jack and Coke and a Margarita here and there."
Thom began to mix the Martini's while I placed the burgers and fries on my
very best Tupperware china that I had bought from my neighbors (they were
moving oversees and had had a garage sale the weekend before).  Drinks in
hand, we went into the living room and sat down on my second hand sofa.  I
looked over at Thom to say something and it was then that I noticed what he
was wearing.  Thom had on a white polo shirt, unbuttoned revealing tufts of
chest hair (I love hairy chests!) and button up 501 blue jeans that
displayed a very prominent and promising bulge.  He had kicked off his
tennis shoes, and I noticed he was not wearing any socks.  The black fur
that covered his chest also covered the top of his feet.  Again, I was
having to readjust myself to hide the hardon, hoping and praying that I
wasn't leaking through my underwear and shorts.

"Do you like the martini's" Thom asked.  "Yeah, a little strong, takes some
getting used to, but yeah, they're good." I replied.  We finished eating in
silence and I got up taking our plates and putting them in the sink.  "How
about a refill?" I heard Thom ask from the living room.  "Sure," I replied,
already buzzed from the first one, "but I don't know how to make them."
"Here, let me show you." Thom said, as he entered the kitchen.  "They're
pretty easy to make, just pour some vodka in the glass, add a little splash
of Vermouth, an olive, and you have a Martini." Thom said.  "Aren't they
supposed to shaken, or stirred, or something like that?" I asked.  "Well
yes, but you don't exactly have a bar set up here, so we do what we can
with what we have." Thom said, reaching across me to hand me the martini I
had just made.  Thom handed me the martini and when I grabbed the glass,
our fingers connected, Thom lifting his and then placing them back on top
of mine.  They lingered there, longer than needed to make sure I had a
solid grip on the glass.  I was staring in his eyes, I know I had to
blushing as it was as hot as hell in the kitchen at that moment.  I also
noticed for the first time that he had the longest eyelashes I'd ever seen
on a man, the prettiest deep ocean blue eyes, and that they were also
twinkling.

I pulled away with my glass, sloshing some on his hand as I did.  I went to
reach for a paper towel to wipe his hand off and he looked right at me,
raised his hand to his mouth and began to slowly lick the spilled drink off
the back of his hand.  I stared at him, again blushing, my mouth watering,
heart pounding in my ears.  It was like watching him in slow motion, yet it
couldn't have been because the action was so quick that I wasn't too sure
he'd even licked his hand.  We then returned to the living room and began
to chat.  Thom had started telling me about his life, how he'd gotten a
girl pregnant when he was in college, they got married because that was the
right thing to do, stayed married for 10 years, then divorced.  They both
were miserable as they'd known the marriage was a mistake.  I would also
soon learn the other reason the marriage was a mistake.  I sat and
listened, imagining what it must have been like and how lucky his wife was
to sleep with him each night and to also feel him inside her.  As I said, I
had not had a lot of experiences, one of my longings was to feel what it
would be like to have a cock inside me.  To feel it moving in and out,
touching me in places I'd never been touched.

Half way through this conversation he realized that his martini was empty
and I had been nursing mine.  He stopped long enough to ask me if I liked
the martini or if I was just saying that to make him feel good.  "No" I
replied, "I really do like them, but it's pure Vodka and I have to tell
you, I've never drank straight alcohol before and I'm really feeling no
pain." I continued.  "Good, then another one is in order!" Thom said.  He
then reached over, grabbed my glass, and downed the rest of the martini.
"I'll go make us one more, it'll be the last one for the night, I promise."
Thom said as he crossed his heart.  "Well, just so you know, you're not
driving home tonight.  You can crash here." I offered.  Thom then looked at
me, pondered that thought for a moment and said, "Deal."

Thom soon returned with two fresh martini's and continued with his life
story right where he left off.  A few minutes later, he turned and said,
"Well, that's my boring life, so tell me something about yours."  "Well," I
started, "There isn't much to tell.  I grew up in the rural Midwest,
watched corn and soybeans grown for entertainment, hated high school,
graduated, joined the Army and here I am."  "Yes, here you are." Thom
replied.  For just a moment, a very brief moment, it looked as though he
was leaning towards me, as though he wanted to kiss me.  "But he couldn't
be", I thought to myself, "Look at him, men like him are not gay." I
continued to think.  The evening continued with more conversation and
before I knew it, it was midnight.  "Well, I think it's time we head for
bed." I said.  "Um, this couch isn't not at all comfortable to sleep on
anyway.  I have a king sized bed, so if you want, you can sleep with me." I
offered.  "OK, you don't snore do you?" Thom asked, followed by a wink and
a giggle.  "No asshole, I don't snore!" I quipped.  We grabbed our glasses,
polished off what was left of our martini's, took the glasses to the
kitchen and made our way upstairs.  "I gotta piss, I'll be right back."
Thom said as he walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.  I
went to the bedroom and pulled the sheets and comforter (a going away gift
from my parents) back.  I too had to piss but had to wait for the bathroom
to free up.  I heard the toilet flush and Thom opened the door.  "My turn!"
I said, running past him to get to the bathroom.  I did my business,
flushed, washed my hands and left to head back to the bedroom.

Thom was already in bed, sheets pulled up to chest, his arms across his
beautiful chest.  I turned the light off, stripped down to my underwear and
crawled into bed.  The moon was full and bright that night.  I had
temporarily placed a sheet over the window until I could buy some curtains.
The room was cast in the silvery night light of the moon.  It was a king
size bed, so I didn't have to worry about accidentally bumping into him
especially since I didn't know if I'd be able to behave myself or not.
Ultimate horny coupled with booze and well, you can just imagine how little
restraint I had.  The room was silent, save for our breathing.  I said
goodnight to Thom, rolled over on my side and tried to will my hard on
away.  I laid there for what seemed like an eternity, my cock so hard that
it was beginning to hurt.  I was precumming quite a bit as I could feel the
wetness in the front of my underwear.  I was trying so hard to keep from
rolling back over, ripping the sheet back and sucking his cock right there.

A few minutes after I had that thought, I felt Thom snuggle up to my back,
his arm draping over my waist.  I could also feel his hard cock pressing
into the crack of my ass.  "Oh God, please don't let me do something stupid
tonight." I thought.  Thom's hand slowly moved down to the front of my
shorts, his hand wrapping around my hard cock through the sheet and my
underwear.  "I think we need to take care of this, don't you?" Thom said in
my ear.  I rolled over, "Thom," I started, "I'd like nothing more than to
do this with you.  But are you sure?  I mean, you're straight, aren't you?"
I asked.  "If I were, would I be laying next to you, with my dick hard as a
rock, wanting to suck you off? Thom replied.  I didn't say anything else.
I looked into his eyes and reached up to kiss him.

We began kissing each other, our tongues fighting with one another, trying
to get down each other's throats.  I'd never been kissed like that and it
was electric, I began to shake from the passion and electricity that was
flowing between the two of us.  I moved my hand under the covers and
reached down to massage his cock through his underwear.  I was quite
surprised to find that he wasn't wearing any.  I groaned into his mouth as
I grabbed his throbbing dick.  His head was wet with his precum.  Thom
rolled over on top of me, continuing to kiss me, grinding his dick into my
dick.  I grabbed both cheeks of his ass and began massaging and sqeezing
them.  Thom groaned and I felt his cock twitch and more pre-cum dribbled
out and onto my cock.  Between his and mine, we were wet enough that our
cocks just slid over one another.  I pulled off his mouth, "Oh fuck" I
panted.  "Thom, I'm going to cum soon if we don't stop." I said.  "Good,
that's just what I want you to do." Thom replied, placing his mouth back
over mine, his hips grinding into me even faster.  We pulled our mouths
away from each other, I had already hit the point of no return.  I was
humping back into Thom, trying to get my dick to release it's load.  Thom
began to groan and his body began to shake, "Oh fuck, I'm going to shoot."
he yelled and in a few minutes jet after jet of his pent up load splattered
across my cock and stomach.  I let out a yell as my cock began to convulse
and release my pent up load, soaking his cock and stomach with my own cum.

Thom pulled off of me and moved down to lick his cum off my stomach.  Even
though I'd just shot a heavy load, I was still hard as a rock.  Thom
cleaned the cum off of me then moved up to my nipples, taking turns he
would lick around my nipple then gently suck the nipple into his mouth and
nip at them with his teeth.  I reach down between us and found that his
cock was also hard as a rock and I began to gently stroke him.  Thom
moaned, "Oh yeah, that feels good.  Stroke my cock." I reached further
between us and found his balls and began to gently caress each one.  I
loved the feel of Thom's cock in my hand; I could just get my fingers
around it.  He was about seven inches long but was very thick with a giant
mushroom head on top of his dick.  I would later tell him that his dick
reminded me of a bratwurst topped with a plum.

Thom finished with my nipples and began kissing my stomach, making his way
down to my cock.  He licked around my cock, cleaning the cum off of it,
taking the tip of his tongue and dipping into my piss slit and lapping up
the cum that continued to ooze out.  "Oh my God Thom!  Oh yeah, take my
cock, suck on it, oh fuck this feels so good." I moaned, bucking my hips
up, trying to get my aching cock into his mouth.  Thom then moved down to
my balls and began licking them and nipping the skin.  At the same time,
he'd rolled his index finger in my cum that was on his chest and was now
working his finger into my ass.  "Ayyyyeeee" I screamed, my asshole
clamping around his finger.  "You OK?" Thom asked.  "Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh
I've never felt that before." I said back, panting.  "You've never been
fucked?" Thom asked, stopping everything he was doing.  "No, I haven't, but
God I want you in me so bad.  It's all I've been thinking about." I said.
"What's the biggest thing you have had in your ass?" Thom asked, slowly
resuming his finger fucking.  "You're doing it now." I said, bucking my
hips, riding his finger as though I was a pro at it.  "OK, then we need to
take this good and slow.  You got any lube?" Thom asked.
"Mmmm..ohhh..nnnnnn..", I said as his finger began to go deeper in my ass,
"No, just hand lotion and some sun tan oil." I said, "Oh God Thom, You have
to fuck me, I need you in my ass NOW!" I cried.  "Shhh..OK, I will, but
I've got to get you opened up good.  Where's the hand lotion?" Thom asked.
I reached for the lotion I kept on the night stand for those times when I
wanted more than just a quick jerk and handed him the lotion.  "OK baby,
listen to me, I'm going to open you slowly but before I do, I need to get
you good and wet.  I want you to relax and trust me." Thom said, removing
his finger from my ass.

Thom then grabbed his pillow and placed it under my ass.  He then pushed my
legs back and started licking around my hole.  Slowly at first, then
speeding up until he was soon running his tongue up and down the lenght of
my ass crack.  I laid there, moaning, wrapped up in the sheer pleasure he
was giving me.  Thom then began licking my hole, each time pushing his
tongue further and further into my ass.  Before too long I was grinding and
bucking my hips, fucking myself on his delicious tongue.  I could feel the
pre-cum being to pool on my stomach, my cock was so hard I thought it was
going to break in two.  While he was still tongue fucking my hole, he
slowly began pushing a finger in.  I bucked even harder and was now
grinding my ass on his tongue and finger.  After a few minutes of that, he
removed his tongue replaced it with another finger.  I felt slight pain but
still kept bucking and grinding, eventually impaling my ass on both
fingers.  Soon I felt a third finger begin it's way up my ass.  The pain
was suddenly worse as he was trying to stretch my hole.  I winced and
stopped moving.  "You OK?" Thom asked.  "That hurts!" I said.  "Just relax,
I won't move, you start rotating your ass on my fingers when you're ready.
I've got to get you open some, otherwise you won't be able to ride my
cock." Thom reassured.  I slowly started rotating my ass around his
fingers, the pain began to subside, replaced with that wonderful sense of
pleasure I'd been feeling before.  It wasn't too long after that that I
began fucking myself on his fingers again, groaning and moaning and begging
to be fucked.  "OK, I think you're ready.  But we're going to do this a
little differently.  I'm going to lay on my back, I want you to straddle me
and slowly sit down on my cock." Thom said.  "But first, you need to get
your ass greased up and I need to get my cock greased up.  The more lube
the better it will feel." Thom continued.  He grabbed the lotion bottle and
sqeezed a good amount on my ass and began working it in me.  Once he was
satisfied with that, he rolled over onto his back and slicked up his dick
with the lotion.

I straddeled Thom, placing the head of his cock at the entrance to my ass.
Slowly I began to sink down on his dick.  The more his cockhead entered,
the more I was stretched.  I hit one point where I had to stop, the pain
was unbearable.  Thom kept reassuring me, telling me that it's OK, we have
all night and to take my time.  I leaned forward and began kissing him
while I continued to take more of him into me.  Suddenly his cockhead was
past my ring and my ass just started sucking his cock in until I had all of
him inside me and could feel his pubic hair brushing up against the cheeks
of my ass.  His cockhead slid over my prostate; causing the most intense
pleasure I've ever felt before that.  I moaned while still kissing him.  I
broke our kiss, sat back up and slowly started riding his cock.  "Oh God
baby, your ass is so tight.  I don't know how long I'm going to last!" Thom
said as he reached out to grab my throbbing cock.  I quickened my pace,
each time his cockhead passed over my prostate, a stream of pre-cum would
gurgle out of the tip of my dick.  Thom had sat up and was now licking the
tip of my cock while he jacked me.  I didn't know how long I was going to
last either, I was so close to cumming as it was, but I knew I didn't want
this to stop, not yet.  With the exception of the initial pain, this felt
better than I had ever dreamt it would.  I was, by now, slamming my hips
down on top of cock.  Screaming for him to fuck my virgin ass, to plow my
hot tight hole.  Thom was moaning and groaning, his hips shaking, I reached
back to play with his balls and they were tight against his skin.  I
reached further back, finding his hole.  He groaned and bucked into me as
soon as my finger touched his hole.  I rubbed my finger in my own pre-cum,
getting it good and wet and placed it back on his hole and began rubbing
around the lips of his ass.  He jerked and groaned again and I could feel
the head of his cock swell.  "Oh fuck, get ready, I'm going to fill your
ass with my cum!" Thom shouted.  My cock flexed once, then twice and I
began firing my own load, painting his chest with my cum.  Some splattering
on his lips.  My cumming caused my hole to flex around his cock, triggering
his own orgasm. Thom slammed his hips up into me, groaned and starting
firing his cum deep in my ass.  At the same time, his own hole sucked my
finger into him so while he was bucking and cumming in my ass, I was finger
fucking his ass, intensifying his own release.

We collapsed on top of one another, my cum binding our chests together.  We
laid there, panting as his dick softened and soon fell out of my ass.  We
started kissing again; he reaching down, grabbing his spent cock and
rubbing it around my hole, occasionally sticking the soft head in.  I soon
rolled off of his chest, satiated, spent and reveling in the fact that I'd
just lost my virginity.  Thom scooped me up into his arms, leaned over and
kissed me again.  "C'mon my spent soldier, let's get some sleep." Thom
whispered into my ear.  We rolled over together, his back to me, my arm
draped over his furry chest, my fingers tracing circles around his nipple.
Thom reached back behind us, grabbed my spent dick and placed it at the
opening of his ass.  I got hard immediately as he backed his ass onto my
cock, me entering him.  Thom shuddered as my dick slid into his ass.  He
soon had me deep inside of him, his ass muscles clenching around my cock,
milking me for more cum.  He'd had another orgasm as soon as I hit his
prostate and that was what I was feeling.  I reached down for his cock as
it was spurting it's third load.  I soon emptied my load into him.  I was
still inside him when we dozed off.

That night I had no dreams; only the pure feeling of being satiated.


Hope you enjoyed this as much as I did, especially reliving it.