Date: Sat, 27 May 2023 22:39:35 -0600 From: Ben Nelson Subject: Ben's Life 22 - Thong Buddy Disclaimer: This story is based on a real experience from my life, but I have changed the names and locations. This story contains explicit male-on-male consensual sex. If you enjoyed this story, please donate to Nifty to help maintain the site and archive: http://donate.nifty.org/ A few years into my Army career, I was PCS'd (permanent change of station) to an Air Force base overseas where I worked as a liaison. In the military, you have to wear the physical fitness uniform they provide but I'd still wear a thong. When stationed overseas, I would work out at least once a day at the base gym. I'd been there about a month when one day I noticed an Air Force guy watching me doing lunges and squats. He had an incredible physique and a cute boyish face. It took him over a week to finally talk to me. I was lifting and he asked if I needed a spotter. he introduced them and shocked me when he told me he was a Captain because he looked almost too young to be in the military. He didn't seem surprised when I said that I was a Sergeant which I found odd as there were not too many from my branch on the base who were enlisted. We worked out together for the rest of that session. when we finished, I wanted to linger and talk to him, but I had to get to work. I thanked him for helping me and stuck my hand out to shake his hand. He took my hand but pulled me in for a one-armed hug and whispered into my ear, "Nice thong by the way." *** I would learn later but he worked in the Base Post Office and just happened to be in the room when a package with a thong for me arrived and he recognized the return label. It was kind of a stalkerish move, but he had tracked me down. *** For the rest of the day, I was completely distracted. Excitement and arousal filled my body, but also some fear and apprehension. My saving grace was that I had the weekend off. Saturday morning, I still woke up early (it was still dark) and went for a run. I ran to the gym and started running around the track. "Hey there," a voice called from behind. I slowed down and ran over to the side of the track where the voice came from. It was the Captain. "Morning, Sir!" I said formally. "When we're alone, it's Rick." "Morning, Rick." "Morning," he said back, "Can I join you?" "Sure. I'm just doing a few miles on the track." After a few laps, he suggested that we run around the base. I accepted and we were off. I set a 6-minute pace, but I had to slow it down a bit for him. He took the lead and guided us into the housing area he lived in. As we did a cool down, my legs were starting to tighten and cramp so he invited me into his house for some water. "So how long have you been wearing thongs?" "Since I was 16," I said leaning against his kitchen counter. "Wow. Started young, huh?" "Yeah..." I said as he handed me a cold glass of water and I drank deeply, emptying the glass. He refilled my glass and we went into his living room. "Your parents were cool with it?" "I'm an orphan," I said quickly hoping to stop that line of questioning and not wanting to talk about Davis, "What about you?" "A girl I dated in college got me into wearing them and it's all I wear now." Apparently, she was kinky and a freak in bed. They had married but she had died about a year ago. Trying to change the subject, he asked about me. I told him about a girl I had fooled around with in high school, but that I had never had a serious relationship. Now, I'd known I was bisexual since before I started wearing thongs and I was attracted to this Air Force hunk, but I was starting to think he was a straight thonger which would have been okay as I didn't have a close friend or workout buddy yet on the base. Sitting there in his house I was starting to feel my hamstring cramp badly so I drank my water and went to get up, but I legitimately stumbled (it wasn't intentional as you may think). "You okay, man?" The Captain said as he caught me. "Yeah... I'm fine," I said through gritted teeth. "No. You're not," he responded pushing me back onto the couch. He grabbed my hamstring and squeezed it. I about vomited. "That's what I thought. Let me massage it out for you." I lay on the floor as he started massaging my hammy. At first, it hurt, but then it felt amazing. My hammy started relaxing, but my dick was starting to harden. It always did when I got a massage. I loved being touched. "Do you want me to keep going?" He asked. "Please." "Take off your shirt so I can work on your back." His fingers were magical and I got so relaxed that I fell asleep. I woke up to him patting my butt. When I looked back, the Captain was sitting on my legs in nothing but what I could see was a black cotton thong. "Well, these are getting in the way and I want to massage your thighs some more so you don't tear a muscle," he said as he grabbed the waistline of my shorts and started pulling down my PT shorts. I lifted my hips and let him remove my shorts exposing my thong-clad ass. That day I was wearing a blue athletic mesh thong. "Nice thong," the Captain said to me and then slapped my butt, "and nice ass." He worked from my feet up each leg to my glutes. He spent a lot of time kneading my ass, his fingers lingering into my crack. When he went over my hamstring, he also massaged my inner thigh, his hand brushed my balls; I moaned. He had me turn over and he straddled me to massage my chest and abs, both of our thong bulges rubbing against each other. We were both rock-hard at this point and I was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. Massaging my chest, as he pushed forward with both hands he would move his hips forward, dragging his bulge across mine. On his final pass over my chest, as both hands caressed my pectorals, he then separated his hands rubbing down my arms (which were above my head), and then rested on of top my hands, pinning them to the floor. Doing this caused him to be lying on top of me, our faces were not even an inch away from each other. I don't know if a second passed or an hour but then we were kissing. His mouth tasted of spearmint. My hands explored his body. His muscles were hard, almost as if they were chiseled from marble. I grabbed a hold of each cheek of his ass and squeezed. I could feel his body shiver in pleasure. As my tongue explored his mouth, my fingers crept to his tight hole and one pushed in. He gasped and arched his back as I filled his rectum with a second finger. He was so tight. After a minute he pulled my fingers from him and put them in his mouth. He then shimmied down and freed my cock from the thong. He grabbed the base of my shaft and slapped his cheek before taking my purple head into his mouth. It was now my turn to moan. After sucking on the head for a while, he began licking the length of the shaft before wolfing down as much as he could; about half before he started coughing. I hadn't had sex since I got to this base, so I didn't last long before I came in his mouth. He wasn't ready so he coughed and some of it came out of his mouth. I sat up and licked the dribbling semen off of his chin and face. "Mmmmmm...delicious," I whispered, "Now, let me have a taste of you." We switched places and I gave him a blowjob. It wasn't as long as mine, but he was pretty thick. I deepthroated his entire cock and buried my nose into his pubes. When he had shot a load down my throat, I told him to hold his knees so his ass would be exposed and I could eat his ass out. He moaned and fidgeted as I tongued his ass, and soon begged me to fuck him. He didn't have any lube, so I grabbed some lotion from his bathroom and smeared it on my cock. I rubbed it around his hole and gave it a few slaps. I put the head of my cock against his sphincter and slowly pushed. I loved the look on his face when my mushroom head finally penetrated his ring of ass muscle. He later told me that while he had fucked men that his wife brought home and sucked dick, he had never himself had never been fucked in the ass. I wasn't sure if I believed him, but his ass was pretty tight. I slowly worked my cock in and out until I had the entire thing in him. Once I had him impaled to the hilt, I started to increase the speed of my thrusts. As I fucked this Captain's ass I leaned in and we been to kiss again. I pounded him as hard as I could with the entire length of my cock and his nails dug into my back. After a few moments, I turned him over onto his stomach and shoved back inside of him. I was in heaven, a Sergeant fucking a Captain. I felt his body shake in convulsion and his butt tightened around my shaft as he shot a load. I wasn't far behind and shot several loads into him. We lay there for several minutes breathing heavily. I was tired, but he wanted more. Thinking he was cute, he told me to hold my knees to expose my ass. Instead, I brought my legs back as far as I could go and put my ankles behind my head (I wish I could still do that today). I let him fuck me twice. It felt great; I hadn't been fucked since my last night home before I PCS'd to this base. When he was done with me, we hit the shower. He kept rubbing his ass against my cock, so I fucked him again while we showered. We spent the rest of the day together and ran errands. We had finished dinner when he asked me to stay the night. We stayed up most of the night fucking and sucking each other. After that, I often stayed the night at his house, but after 6-months, he got transferred to another base and I was back to being alone.