Date: Mon, 12 Jun 2017 03:06:12 +0000 (UTC)
From: jim ford <sojourn1950@yahoo.com>
Subject: Reflections of a Regular Naval Officer chapter two

This story is fiction, although the characters and activities... make your
own mind, you decide what is truth.

The characters are adults in adult situations.

Warnings: The only person you can ever hope to truly know is yourself.
Trust no one; use condoms.

If you are not of legal age or in a jurisdiction in which this document is
illegal, go way.

This is my story. Please respect the copyright. If you enjoy it, let me know.

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Author's Note:
Thanks to Nathan for editing and who assured me it was a good read and if
he hadn't been visiting his 88 year old Mother, who happened to be napping
in the same room.... blah, blah,blah... He insists he will most likely
reread it in a few days when he is back home and not in Editor mode.

I have been in email contact with "Tom" a retired Army type guy. Tom
related the hilarious tale of the first time he was rimmed, in a shopping
mall. He asked me to respond in kind. I started to. But, it got me to
thinking about the first time I got rimmed. So now we have chapter two.
While Max was a civilian, I was an active duty Naval Officer and it is one
to reflect upon. Upon reflection, there is so much more truth in this
chapter than I had believed there would be.


Chapter two

Ok, I decided to detour on my way to Norfolk Naval Base for training. I had
learned online, early days of AOL, or a Bulletin Board Service, of an adult
bookstore in Columbia, S.C. Where sex things happened. It was only an hour
out of my way, so I thought, why not? With only the experience of playing
with my adult, sleeping cousin's cock as a teenager and having just kissed
CPO Morrison, I felt adventurous.

I remember it was on Two Notch Road. I had the choice of a theatre for five
bucks or mini booths that showed adult videos for a quarter for a couple of
minutes. I was there for adventure, so I went for the theatre. The screen
was in fact just a large projection type tv. It was showing the first gay
porn film I ever saw.

After my eyes adjusted, I realized the "theatre" seating was about thirty
folding chairs all in disarray. It was very dark compared to the, just
passed noon, broad daylight I had just left outside. I stepped to the side
out of the doorway and stood at the back of the room waiting for my eyes to
adjust. Eventually, I could see about eight other guys were standing
against the rear wall beside me. I soon lost interest in the film as I
watched one of the guys actually getting a blowjob from another guy. Once I
got over that shock I realized that all of the five standing guys had their
cocks out and were masturbating watching the live sex show.

The guy beside me started playing with my cock the minute I exposed
myself. Imagine my thrill, to have another man stroking my cock for the
first time as an adult. He was nice looking, as best I could tell, almost
my height at 6'2". He was more powerfully built than I. His own cock was
longer and thicker than mine. Compared to my seven inches, his was more
visually impressive. I literally almost came just from his touch. He rubbed
my precum all over the head of my cock. He knew how to handle an uncut
cock, never directly touching the head, unless he was smearing around my
precum.

As an aside, I would later learn that most uncut guys tend to be a little
rougher in their cock handling. Plus circumcised cocks need lube, spit or
precum, if my uncut cock dried out, pulling the foreskin back was like
ripping off ten thousand bandaids at once. Fortunately, that dry foreskin
and dry cockhead combination was a rare occurrence.

His hand was like the touch of an angel. When he took my hand and placed it
on his on massive member, I thought nothing in my life had ever felt so
right since fondling cousin Jerry when I was sixteen. We stood in the dark,
just two strangers in the intimate act of stroking each other's manhood. In
those short minutes, as I fought not to cum, all my fears, all my
anxieties, all my feelings of inadequacy fell away. This was real, this was
right, this was normal.

Of course, I wanted to know if kissing this stranger felt the same as
kissing CPO Morrison. I reasoned that I was in good enough shape to take
care of myself. I was training for a marathon. I worked out, so I had some
muscles... not as much as some, but more than most. I figured, worse comes
to worse, I would come away with having played with a cock other than my
own and would have kissed two men. I turned to face my stranger. By now my
vision was as good as it was going to get given the only light was from the
tv screen. I studied his face and decided he was better than good looking,
he was handsome. Black hair, five o'clock shadow, pronounced nose and a
dimpled chin. I slowly leaned down so as to gauge his reaction as my lips
approached his. He did not flinch, but I noticed he was no longer stroking
my cock. His dark eyes searched my face, as if in fear. His tongue licked
his lips in nervous anticipation.  Once he tilted his head up to better
welcome my kiss, I closed my eyes and let nature take it's course..

We should talk about lips. Mine are thin, especially my upper lip. I knew
this since the first time I kissed a girl. I have always been a little too
analytical. I decided there was something lacking and at first I thought,
`if I had fuller lips I would enjoy this whole experience more. Don't get
me wrong, I have always enjoyed kissing. It was the whole kissing a girl, I
would eventually discover was lacking. French kissing, even now it feels
naughty writing `French kissing'. Tongue wrestling was the only aspect of
kissing a girl I found sexually stimulating. If I was to get a hardon
kissing a girl, we were tongue wrestling.

I compared this kiss to my only other experience in man kissing and found
it stimulating enough, albeit his tongue was thicker than any female tongue
I had ever encountered. When my tongue pushed into his mouth, it became
another challenge not to cum. This was not the `shooting stars', `electric
shock' I felt with the Chief. But, the knowledge that I was kissing a man
that was willing and actively tongue wrestling with me, had me right on the
edge just the same. For my own sanity and to keep from cumming, I broke the
kiss.

He was almost cute, the way his trembling lips sought to caress mine even
after I broke away. I spoke for the first time since entering, "Sorry, I
was about to cum".

He smiled broadly in understanding. "Look, if you got some time we can go
to the motel down the street. I can get us a room". I liked his voice, it
was deep and rumbling. I nodded once. I followed him to a motel down the
street and after what seemed like a lifetime, I walked through the open
door to his rented room. It was small, ancient and stuffy. The Air unit
clunked in objection as it began to regurgitate cooled air.

He faced me as he began to undress. I watched in awe as he pulled his polo
shirt up and off to reveal a massive and hairy chest. I have always been a
tit man. The first thing I noticed about women was their breasts.

That was back when I pretended to be straight. (Just to be clear, I happen
to be a man who is physically and emotionally attracted to other men. Who,
unfortunately, grew up in a time and place where, and I mean it literally
when I say it was always open season on "queers".)

His pecs drew my eyes right away. They stood out, with large areolas and
nipples almost as large as number two pencil erasers. I tried to lick my
lips, only to realize my mouth was dry. That was probably due to the fact
that my mouth had dropped open in awe at the sight of his hairy chest and
suckable nipples.

He chuckled, "You know, it's a lot more fun when both parties are naked".

I took the hint and began to quickly catch up. He was dressed in what he
would later declare was his "fishing" attire, topsiders, khaki shorts, sans
underwear and a polo shirt. I was similarly dressed, except I wore tightie
whities. As soon as I was naked, I pulled him into my arms and kissed him
thoroughly. He was definitely experienced, and I knew, almost immediately
that my life would be drastically changed by the time I left this cheap,
dingy motel room.

He led the way by rubbing his thumbs around my nipples. No one had ever
touched my nipples in any way that I could recall. I never knew they were
hardwired to my cock. But, he did or at least he found out by the moaning I
did. I was not really willing to be manipulated by a stranger. I put my
hands on his shoulders and pushing down said, "Suck my Cock".

He dropped as though he had been pole axed. "I thought you'd never
ask". His tongue flicked and licked away a drop of precutm from my
partially exposed cockhead. "Umm, tasty"! I was to learn he was quite vocal
during sex. I grew up jerking off silently and had yet to learn it was ok
to be noisy while having sex.

I, more insistently directed, "Suck my Cock"! He needed no further
encouragement and proceeded to swallow my cock. I will forever remember the
glorious feeling that wrapped around my cock and flushed through my entire
body.

I don't believe in destiny or fate or an involved, caring, supreme being of
any kind. I do believe that there are people with whom you simply
"click". You know very quickly that you two will get along famously. Max
and I were that way the moment I realized there was a chemical
compatibility between my cock and his mouth. His mouth, his saliva, his
something, gave my cock a warm, wet, electrically charged sensation that
had me crying out, "Oh God, Oh Fuck, I'm cummminngg! As I furiously fucked
his face in a mindless effort to build more of that sensation that seemed
to be poised just behind my balls. I didn't care if I bruised my cock or
his throat as I assaulted his wet velvet passage. The entrance to his
throat was like a sphincter that joyfully gripped my cockhead as it slipped
in and out in a disjointed rhythm. I am sure Max gagged, choked and
slobbered. I just didn't care. I was focused on moving that joyous knotted
pressure of pleasure from behind my balls into Max's belly as quickly and
as forcefully as possible. I came with a blinding explosion of colored
lights and shooting stars. With a roar that echoed off the walls, I gave
Max all my joyful pleasure in a volley of supercharged ejaculations.

When I became aware again, I was in a semi crouched position. My hands on
either side of Max's head, still gripped his hair. Max
looked... ravaged. Not like some Southern Belle in a romance novel, not at
all. His face, in rapture, was glistening in a combination of cum, snot and
slobbers. Even as his smiled up at me I returned his smile and did
something I can't to this day explain why. I spit in his face. It wasn't a
hooked up loogie, that would have been gross. It was simply spit. It landed
on his upper lip and his only response was to lick it up. We both
laughed. At what, I'm not sure.

The a/c was kicking in good because I felt something cold on my left shin
and foot. When I looked, it became clear that Max had shot a huge load on
my leg and foot and the surrounding carpet. Those low hangers had churned
up a mess, even this seedy room didn't often see. When I looked at Max in
consternation, he shrugged and said, "I couldn't help it. I thought I was
gonna black out. My throat is sore, in a totally different way. I'm
surprised I can even talk. I don't know if I swallowed your cum or if it
shot straight into my belly. That was the best blowjob ever. I was so out
of it, I was afraid I was going to bite your cock when I came".

I chuckled at the thought of explaining my bandaged cock to my wife. "Well,
honey, you know how you insist it simply too repulsive and disgusting to
put my cock in your mouth even though you think nothing of my eating your
pussy until you get off three or four times... well, funny thing about
that.."

Leaving Max kneeling on the carpet I went into the bathroom and brought
back a warm, wet washcloth and a towel. I started to wash his face but he
soon took over. I sat on the side of the bed. Max knee walked to me and
cleaned his cum off my foot with his towel. There was a gob just below my
knee. He scooped it up with his index finger, and holding eye contact with
me, made a show of licking it off his finger. My cock that had remained
half hard surged in response. "I see you gave a kinky side. I like that".

I wasn't sure about kinky, I just thought it was hot. I had tasted my own
cum, but only while warm. Cold, it was gelatinous and disgusting. I knew he
was making a strong sexual statement that he was not yet ready to
leave. Neither was I.

Max licked at the spot on my hairy leg where the cum had been. I sucked in
a gasp at the sensation of his wet tongue on my skin and the idea that a
real live man was doing something so intimate to me. By the time his
licking reached crotch, I was throbbing again and leaking. I was leaning
back on my elbows, mesmerized by the sight of this handsome, masculine,
horse hung man worshipping my flesh. I decided to test his
worshipfulness. "Lick my balls". He immediately began to wash my ball sack
with his tongue. He seemed to take distinct pleasure in sniffing and
licking the joint between my balls and my thighs. I figured I had built up
some sweat after my morning shower and the hour and a half long drive I had
made to get here. Once he had cleaned that area, I directed him to my
pits. He was reluctant to leave my crotch since my cook was fully aroused
and leaking. Still he only detoured by stopping to suck and nibble on my
nipples. Which made me moan and grab his head again to influence and
control the attention. When he bit too hard I jerked his head up and stared
accusingly into his eyes. He seemed contrite as he muttered, "Sorry, I got
carried away. I'll be more careful next time".

I nodded once then directed his face into my left armpit. He sniffed and
tried to back away. I pushed his face into direct contact and directed,
"Lick it"!

He did, but only for a moment. As soon as I let up the pressure he moved to
kiss me. I noticed immediately why he had been hesitant regarding my
pits. I had used an antiperspirant deodorant that morning and his kiss
brought a whole new meaning to the term `distasteful'. I apologized, "I'm
sorry, I didn't realize it would taste so bad".

"That's okay. In the future, when you know you're going to `play' just
forego the deodorant. You can always apply it after you shower, after `play
time'. I normally like to lick a man's pits unless the sweat is stale or he
uses deodorant. I guess there no kinky gay men working at Procter and
Gamble".

With that he went back to my nipples and I went back to groaning and
panting. I had been playing with my cock as he sucked and now gently
nibbled on my nipples. I pushed his head down to my cock and directed,
"Suck my Cock"!

Without a word he began working my cock with his lips and tongue. At one
point he gathered my foreskin around his tongue and licked at my
cockhead. I directed him to suck on my balls. He sucked them into his mouth
one at a time and then with some discomfort on my part got them both in his
mouth together. I could feel myself pushing against my balls through his
distended cheeks. I pushed against his forehead stretching my
ballsack. That felt good until it began to hurt. That's when I directed him
to spit them out. Again there was a few moments of discomfort as he
expectorated my balls. He seemed to be pleased at being able to please me.

I pushed for more. I can't say precisely why the idea came to me, but once
it occurred to me it seemed like a natural progression. I pulled my knees
to my chest and forcefully directed, "Lick my ass". I couldn't bring myself
to command him to do something so vile as to `lick my asshole', but it was
certainly my intent.

He didn't hesitate. He kissed and licked both my ass cheeks. He came close
to my rosebud several times only to skip over and begin kissing the other
cheek. Frustration got the better of me. Using his fisted hair as a
joystick I firmly planted his face between my cheeks. "Now, lick"!

I didn't let go until I felt the most erotic, electrifying sensation in my
entire life sparkled at my asshole. I am convinced, if someone shoved a
cattle prod up my ass at that moment and touched to my prostate I couldn't
have been any more shocked. When he managed to push that magical organ
inside my anus, I clamped down on it and proceed to explosively empty my
balls again. This time without touching my cock. I am also certain I
momentarily blacked out.

When I opened my eyes Max was beside me on the bed, watching me intently,
"Are you ok"? To this day, it is the first thing I say after my partner
cums. I pulled him into a passionate kiss of gratitude. I was somewhat
surprised to taste a musky not unpleasant taste, that I decided must be the
flavor of my ass.

I felt his hard cock press against my side as it leaked precum onto my
skin. I rolled him onto his back. As I moved to get off the bed, Max
guessed my intentions. "You don't have to do that. I am having just the
best time ever. We can rest a while, until you've recharged. I could easily
nap in your arms".

I got the impression Max was much more fragile than his hulking size would
lead one to believe. "I've got some time, if you do? We can nap after I
suck your cock and make you come".

I knelt on the floor and began my first ever closeup examination of male
genitalia. His cock was standing proud and tall. His balls were resting on
the bed. Definitely low hangers. I noticed his pubic hair was curly like
his chest hair but down here it was neatly trimmed. I had shaved mine one
time, years ago, but the itching that attended the regrowth kept me from
doing that again. Besides, it made me look like a little boy with a man
sized cock. Trimming was something I would adopt and continue to this
day. I played with his cock and balls until I was satisfied. Max just
rested on his elbows and finally observed, "You've never done this, any of
this with a man before have you".

At first I was defensive, thinking I had shown myself to be naive or
inept. If the Navy had taught me anything it was to `fake confidence if you
had to' and `never let them see you sweat'. I felt I had mastered both
concepts. I finally realized it was my fascination with his man gear that
gave me away. I relaxed and confessed I had but just recently kissed my
first man. Max shared his first time was many years ago when he seduced his
favorite uncle, just before his twelfth birthday. Max, I would learn was in
his early forties.

Even as he began relating the details I began licking his cock head and
tasting precum for the first time, other than my own. I remember thinking
as I engulfed that magnificent cockhead, `I am a cocksucker'. As much as I
reveled in the newness of this experience it felt intrinsically
familiar. His cock juice tasted... good, different and familiar, all at the
same time. It all seemed so natural. I wondered, how could anyone condemn
as perverted, anything that felt so normal.

I swished my tongue around and was treated to more cock juice. I took more
of his wonderful manroot into my mouth and thought, I must be a natural
cocksucker. I took in even more and promptly choked and gagged. My eyes
burned and teared up and my nose began to run. I can't say I looked ravaged
like Max had. I figured I just didn't look squared away. I used the towel
to wipe my face and began again. Max encouraged me to take it slow. He
reminded me he was larger than most men. He told me to focus on the head
area, where most of the good feelings are found. I ignored what I perceived
to be a somewhat patronizing attitude and focused on sucking my first
cock. I never `deep throated' him, but when I sucked on his cock and
twisted and pinched his nipples he went crazy. He may not have entered my
throat but he certainly banged on the entrance a time or two. He tried not
to control my head as I had done his. I could tell by the way he ran his
fingers through my hair it was hard for him to resist the temptation. He
began humping into my mouth, but by not holding my head still, it didn't
provide a whole lot of friction. I let go his nipples and put my hands on
top of his to give him permission to use me as I had used him. He got the
message and began humping into my face as his grip tightened in my hair. I
began gagging enough to realize that had been a really bad idea. I had
learned to swim just prior to attending OCS, Officer Candidate School, so I
knew I could hold my breath for bit without panicking. Instead of fighting
for my freedom I upped my assault on his nipples. The results were
immediate and substantial. Max began to cuss like a pissed of Sailor. I
didn't exactly deep throat him, but neither did I taste his first two
spurts of cum.

Once I milked the last of his cum from his massive manstalk, I headed to
the bathroom. I wanted to look and my face as a newly minted
cocksucker. What I viewed in my reflection was pretty reasonable facsimile
of Max's face earlier... I had been properly ravaged.

Max and I lay side by side on the bed and talked as we recovered. He wanted
to get me off one more time and I was eventually willing and able to
satisfy his taste. Turns out Max was a professor of history at Southern
Baptist College, just outside Charleston. He was in town on family business
and stopped in on his way back to his home in downtown Charleston for a
little fun. We also learned we were both married, with children. We
exchanged business numbers and kissed deeply one last time before leaving
the room and parting ways.

I stopped at a fast food joint in North Carolina. By that time I had
developed a ravenous hunger. I can't remember what training I attended, but
I remember dreaming that week of Max and of the Chief. The best dreams were
of them both together in bed with me.

Author's Note:Thanks to those who emailed me. Especially those that shared
their military experiences. Tom, I am sorry, I just realized as I was
getting ready to email this that I had not sent a response to your
"rimming" email.

Please let me know if this should continue.
Jim
sojourn1950@yahoo.com