Date: Sun, 25 Sep 2005 22:43:55 -0700
From: R S
Subject: Airmen, Part I

This story may be true, or it may be fiction, or it may be based true
events that may have happened, or may have not. It's up to you to decide.
The usual disclaimer applies. Author holds the title to this story. If it
is illegal for you to be reading this story, then don't. This story
involves sex between two males. If this sort of material offends you,
then don't read any further.

"Airmen" - Part I

I'm not originally from Las Vegas, but I was stationed at Nellis AFB
about a year or so ago. In fact, that's around when this story takes
place. I was a Senior Airman (SrA) in the U.S. Air Force. In fact, I
still am in the Air Force, which is why I'm going to have to change the
names of some people. My name is David, that much I can tell you. I'm of
Spanish and British descent, but born in Oregon. I joined the Air Force
shortly after graduating from high school. Right now, I'm 22. I'm about
5'10" and I really don't know how much I weigh - probably around 155.
Well, for 155 pounds, I'm sure as hell a lightweight when it comes to
alcohol!

I live on base in the dorms. I've got my own room, with a bed, a desk, a
night stand, all that kind of stuff, but I share a bathroom with my next
door neighbor. It's no big deal really. Being on base all day working
takes its toll on you, so when night comes, especially on a weekend, I
like to get out. I made a few friends on base from work. One guy in
particular always caught my eye, his name is Bradley. Also a SrA and in
his early 20's, we always got along great. Brad is my height if not an
inch taller, and has one hell of a body. Seeing him off duty with a
sleeveless shirt never failed to get my juices flowin'. One thing I
always hated to do when it came to any of my guy friends was pretend that
I was interested whenever they talked about chicks and shaggin' them, but
you grin and bear it when your military career is on the line. He's
originally from Maine I learned, shortly after I met him. He had a
girlfriend from back home; they were High School sweethearts. Her name
was Emerald, but she went by Emma. You would think after hearing him
describe her, often times in graphic detail enough times, I'd be able to
tell you what she looks like...but it all went in one ear, out the other
with a detour around my brain; I care not to visualize that kind of
stuff. Anyways, a few weeks after I met him, he had asked me if I wanted
to go to some party off base at one of his buddy's house. It was Friday,
there was gonna be alcohol, cute AF guys (though he didn't say the cute
part) and "fine ass girls" - blech! I told him I'd go. He gave me
directions to the house and told me to give him a call when I'm near so
he could come outside and tell me where to park. I went back to my room,
got ready and changed my clothes and went to the commissary to buy some
shit I needed, and to buy a bottle of cheap vodka to bring since that is
my favorite liquor. I left the base at around 7:00 and gave him a rang
when I was close by.

"Hey, I'm turning the corner right now, come tell me where to park."

"Will do, see you in a few seconds," he responded,

Goddamn! When I saw him in those pair of jeans and his sleeveless shirt,
I felt my dick twitch a bit, I was trying my best to control it so it
wouldn't show when I got out. I parked my car across from the house and
he met me while I was crossing the street.

"Cool, glad you could come," he said upon giving me a friendly punch on
my shoulder.

"I told you I'd come." I said smiling.

What Bradley said next kinda caught me off guard.

"But I told you there would be fine ass chicks," he chuckled to himself.

He must've somehow sensed the shock that flew through my mind. I turned
my head to give him a questioning look.

"Hey man, I know...don't worry about it, I haven't said a word...to anyone.
Your secret's safe with me."

At this point in time, I'm thinking 'this guy brought me here so I could
get my ass jumped by a bunch of homophobes', I swear I probably would've
turned around and drove back home if he hadn't said what he said next.

"Hey, I asked you to come so you could meet some cool people, I didn't
expect the 'fine ass girls' part to entice you into coming, that was just
kind of like a test"

"A test?" I said.

"Yeah, you know...so was all that shit about my girl, I mean I do have a
girlfriend back at home, but I don't go telling just anybody what kinda
stuff we do behind closed doors," he replied.

He must've sensed the apprehension I felt. He gave me another friendly
punch on my shoulder and motioned for me to follow him inside. When we
stepped inside the house, the first thing that was brought to my
attention was the size of the house. It was pretty big for an enlisted
guy to be living in. I soon found out that four guys shared the house.
They were our hosts. There were quite a few people I recognized there,
most of them waving across the room, saying my name, greeting me. There
were a bunch of people I didn't recognize also, and a few really slutty
looking girls. I found out that they were in high school, so I suppose
that explains that (no offense to you high school readers!). I quickly
realized that I didn't bring my vodka in with me, and ran back outside to
fetch it. I came back inside and went over to the kitchen to set the
bottle down, and saw a huge cache of hard liquor along with some flavored
mixers. This was gonna be some night! Bradley had gone off and started
talking to a few people, while I made my way into the spacious living
room. I heard my name being called over the loud music, and saw a few
guys I knew from work. They all worked on aircraft, so I saw them quite a
bit at work. My job in the Air Force is fuels, I refuel airplanes...fun
stuff! I made my way over to the other couch where the two airmen who
called my name were. We started jabbering about work and other loosely
related stuff. After a few minutes of that, I got up to go make myself a
drink. I saw some orange juice and a bottle of opened vodka and helped
myself. After only like, 2 or 3 times of "helping myself" I was pretty
tipsy. I don't stagger around helplessly when I'm drunk. In fact, I'm
very controlled even when drunk. I don't let stupid things happen, but
that goes differently when I get shit-faced, which only happens rarely.
After a few hours of pointless jabbering, meeting new people, talking
with the hosts, hanging out in the back patio, constant piss trips,
dickin' around with Bradley, I was feeling pretty good. I've been to
enough parties like this to know that I'm gonna be sleeping on a couch or
on the floor somewhere since I don't ever drive while drunk. But Bradley
had a different idea...

"Hey man...?" he said to me

"Yeah?" I replied around 12 seconds later somewhat drunkenly. Okay very
drunkenly.

"Hey, I think you've had enough."

The last thing I remember from the actual party was him asking me for my
keys, me taking it as an insult that he would think I would drive under
the influence, then him apologizing and explaining that he was gonna
leave his car here and drive us back to base. Apparently, he didn't have
much to drink

I remember Brad driving up to the gate on base,
showing the civilian contracted security guard my
ID and driving up to the dorm rooms. He told me
that I'd go to his dorm tonight since he didn't
feel like carrying me up two flights of stairs. I
drunkenly agreed with him and followed him to his
room. He said something about the floor not being
comfortable, and that I'd sleep in his bed. In
the state I was in, I had completely forgot our
brief conversation on the street, and as far as
he was concerned, I was straight. I stripped down
to my boxers and got into bed while Bradley went
to bathroom to brush his teeth and get ready for
bed I suppose. The last thing I remember was the
water in the bathroom running and the sound of a
toothbrush brushing teeth...heh, how redundant.

Having absolutely no indication of what time it
was since my phone was still in my pants, I woke
up to the feeling of someone's hand on my
stomach. Not a lot of time must've passed since I
was still feeling a tad bit inebriated. I
remembered the party and the fact that I was in
Bradley's dorm and all. I brought my hand down
and came in contact with the hand that was not
mine resting on my stomach. I gave it a shake.

"Bradley?" I said, trying to wake him up. I
figured he was having a dream or something which
would possibly explain why his hand was on my
stomach.

"Yeah?" He immediately responded.

"You're awake?" I said, a bit surprised.

"Yeah" He withdrew his hand, "sorry..." He paused,
"I just wanted to feel your body. You're a bit
warm...from all that drinking."

"No...it's alright, I just wanted to see if you
were having a dream or something."

"Sorry about that."

"No, it's cool," I said.

He put his hand back on my stomach and drew
himself a bit closer to me. At the time, we were
sort of in a spooning position, except we weren't
pressed together. The effects of the alcohol had
slowly worn off during the few hours I slept. I
was sober enough to realize what was going on,
but I thought it'd be wise to pretend that I was
just a bit more drunk than I actually was.

"Hmmm," he hesitated, "I've never really touched
another guy like this..."

He paused again, "...I mean, in bed...like this."

I could sense the apprehension in his voice. Hah!
Now it was his turn to be the apprehensive one!

"Really?, " I asked, "What's the difference
between this and touching another girl?"

"I dunno, it just feels different," he answered,
"I kinda like it"

"Hm," I hesitated thinking about what to say...

Silence filled the room. I could hear him
breathing, but that was it.

"So do I," I finally uttered...


TO BE CONTINUED...