Date: Tue, 26 Oct 1999 15:01:51 +1000
From: AJAY <mindmelded@hotmail.com>
Subject: Matty's Flyboy

Disclaimer Warning: If you're under age or offended by the subject matter,
you shouldn't be here reading this - so DO NOT read any further. This is
dedicated to "Ryan" - you know who you are, dude. This is a fictional story
and any relation to any real person is purely coincidental. All rights
reserved. This is not to be used anywhere or reproduced without the
author's prior permission. Now kick back, enjoy, and let me know if you
like it. And for all you dudes of the USA, "Aussie" is pronounced "Ozzie"
with a "z". Have a nice day. :)

Matthew was feeling particularly horny ever since he got home and he was
looking for a way to feed this lust which wouldn't go away. It had been
quite a day and the replay in his mind of the today's events kept him
perpetually horny. Luckily, he knew the rest of the family would be gone
for at least another couple of hours and he wanted to make best use of the
time he had alone in the house. They wouldn't be home in a hurry to check
on him for, as far as they knew, Matty was supposed to be staying at a
friend's house for a couple of days. So, for now, the whole place was his
to use and abuse. Normally there was always someone else home and he had to
be discreet about jerking off and keeping it quiet. Now he could enjoy
himself fully, and without fear of being caught by his aunt or cousins.

In fact, the moment he got in the door after the long drive home, Matthew
felt the urge to splurge, yet again. So he went upstairs to the bedroom he
shares with his cousin, stripped off, and browsed through a male magazine
jerk-off book he had stashed under the mattress. He laid down on the bed
and start flipping through the book while rubbing his rapidly growing
bulge. The pictures of Johan Paulik and Danno Sulik always got his blood
boiling, but tonight even the pictures of the hot Belami boys failed to
give Matt the satisfaction he dearly wanted right now. They brought him to
the brink, yet failed to take him over the precipice of pleasure.

He thought that maybe the computer pics he had might do the trick. Of
course, if he knew where Danny, his cousin, kept the porno videos hidden,
he would have got them out to watch. They would have done it for him for
sure. For a split second he thought about ransacking the room to find them,
but decided not to waste too much time. His need to get off was too great.
So Matthew sat at the desk, staring at the screen of the computer. He had a
slide-show running with pictures of young studs in erotic poses, some
naked, others partially clothed, guys jerking solo or doing it together.
These kept him hot and horny, but even they weren't enough to give him the
stimulation he craved, something was missing. Matthew had already shot two
loads that night, so maybe he was too hyper to blast out another load just
now, he thought.

He stood up and stretched, not caring if anyone saw him standing there at
the bedroom window, naked with a bouncing boner. After all it was too late
for most people around here to be still awake. The way he felt right now,
if anyone came knocking on the door, he'd give them a taste of his meat and
then some more. Looking out into the night sky, a sudden movement from a
neighbouring window caught Matthew's eye. With his bedroom on the first
floor, this window gave him the perfect view out over the neighbour's yard,
as well as looking into the bedroom at the back of the house. As far as
Matthew knew, the next-door bedroom was unoccupied and has been ever since
the Cutters moved in about six months ago. An American company owned the
house for use by its executive employees and their families, so new
neighbours moved in and out every few years, depending upon their tenure.
The current occupants, John and Barb Cutter, were a nice couple who kept
pretty much to themselves. Sadly, they didn't have any children staying
with them, as Matthew would have liked, so the bedroom was used as a guest
bedroom. Basically it remained vacant much to Matthew's voyeuristic regret,
until tonight.

Matthew quickly scurried around looking for the binoculars that Dan would
often take with him to the football. Finding them, he dashed back to the
window to see what or who was in the room. Adjusting the focus, Matty
sought out the open blind. Someone was moving around in that
downstairs-room next door just out of view. The moon cast a silvery glow
over the room and shadows bounced off the walls. Was that an officer's cap
resting on the dresser? "Don't I wish", thought Matthew, as he continued to
scan the room. At first he could just see glimpses of a pair of what looked
to be navy blue pants and black shoes, walking around in the darkened room.
"Hmmm Air force blue pants. Why didn't he turn on a light?", Matt wondered.
So he turned off his own light and allowed his eyes to adjust to the
moonlit darkness. The mystery dude had moved further into the bedroom and
could now be seen more clearly. Whoa! This dude was a real flyboy for the
United States Air force! What was he doing in the Cutter's spare bedroom?
Not that it really mattered, this was just the bloke that Matthew wanted to
help him release this craving, and the guy was about to put on a show for
him right here.

The stranger now stood in front of the dresser mirror, taking off his blue
tie. Matthew hoped that this was not all he was going to take off. Lucky
for him, his wish came true. The guy sat down on the bed, removed his black
shoes, took off his socks and gently massaged his aching feet, paying
particular attention to the soles and the heel. For some reason even this
was exciting to Matty. The bloke looked like he was about 23 years old,
short-cropped hair, military cut that looked a silvery blue in this light.
Even clothed, one could tell that he had obviously kept himself in shape
judging by the broad shoulders and tapered waist. He was lean and mean
without being one of those buff muscle studs. Was it Matt's imagination or
could he see the guy's nipples standing out beneath the light blue shirt
with epaulets? No way could he tell from this distance, yet the thought
that it might be true brought Matt's untouched dick to full mast.

Matty was an addict of the TV series, JAG, a couple of years ago. The
character Harm became the object of his young jerk-off fantasies, and it
was Matty's compulsion to learn everything about the United States military
- the Army, Navy and Air Force. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever
think that he'd have a real United States airman staying next door for him
to perve upon. This guy was obviously officer material because he wore the
shoulder rank with a bar. However, in this light, Matt couldn't work out
whether the bar was gold or silver. Either way, his flyboy was a
Lieutenant. The stranger was Matthew's hobby made incarnate. Matt noticed
the nametag over the right pocket of the shirt, but he was too far away to
read it. The dude also had some ribbons over his left pocket so he had seen
some action. His guy sure must know his stuff to be officer material so young.

Before Matt had time to consider it further, the strip show began again,
drawing Matthew back to the task at hand. Flyboy had finished his foot
massage and now had stood up to unbutton his uniform. One by one, Matty
watched as the guy undoes the buttons on his shirt thereby allowing more
and more flesh to come into view. The shirt was removed to show a set of
well-built pecs covered by a white V-neck Tshirt. Matt swore he could see
twin peaks of white where pert, suckable, erect nipples, stood out from the
shirt. Before Matty could scan some more, the undergarment was removed to
show a tantalising chest exposed to the night air. Involuntarily, Matt's
hand moved to his throbbing erection. This was more than he could ever have
dreamed.

He imagined standing in front of this flyboy, kissing his neck, and
exploring the light sprinkling of black hair across an incredible chest
with his lips, before coming to rest on those succulent nipples which stood
out of the dark hairs. The flyboy would moan in rapture as Matty moved from
one nipple to the other, licking all over the flesh in between. Then Mattew
would slowly work his way down the flyboy's body, over the firm stomach,
resting at the belly button. There Matt would suck and massage the area and
fuck that belly-button with his tongue. He would do this until the flyboy
could take no more and force him down further to the bulge that was
pressing incessantly under Matthew's chin. The air would be electric with
sexual energy, so much that you could smell it.

In reality, the air-force-blue pants were next to come off, as the chrome
belt buckle was undone, the top button of the pants opened and the zipper
lowered. Here Matthew wished the binoculars had a zoom attachment, so he
could get a good look at what lay beneath the material. However the flyboy
turned sideways, hiding his front from the young voyeur's sight. Instead
Matthew was treated to a new moon as the pants slowly came down, revealing
a pair of white briefs moulded to a nice, firm, bubble butt. Before he
could assimilate this, the neighbour removed his briefs as well, mooning
Matthew in the process. Matt practically dropped his load there and then!
It was the most gorgeous ass he has ever seen in his entire life. Even in
this light, Matty could see a light sprinkling of dark hairs around the
twin mounds of flesh, and extending into the cleft of this lickable
backside. How he would have liked to have buried his face in that twin
muscles of flesh right now! Matt's dick twitched at the thought. Matt's own
little rammer throbbed just looking over the body of the stud standing
there. His craving had taken on form.

Ryan, the flyboy of Matty's entertainment, laid back on the bed, spreading
his legs, and began to masturbate unknowing that his actions were being
mimicked by the boy next-door. Ryan liked the way his body glowed silver in
the soft moonlight that shone upon him. He succumbed to the erotic feel of
his flesh, stroking his hard penis, oblivious to the naked boy watching him
from afar. There were a few days of built up tension that Ryan wanted to
release and this was the first opportunity he could do so since arriving in
England two days ago. His "little buddy" called for daily service, either
in the morning or at night depending upon when he could get away with it.
Unless, of course, he found someone to service his need for him, in which
case he had to jerk off several times whenever he thought of it. It was one
of the drawbacks of not having a regular partner to take care of him. It
came with the job, in his line of work.

Being a young officer in the United States Air force, Ryan had to be
careful about his late night liaisons, especially with the enlisted men.
Most of the time he was content to commit to memory images of buff studs
parading around naked, or wandering around the barracks showers in their
underwear, for later jerk-off fantasising. Occasionally he was lucky and
spied a dude spanking the monkey in the showers, and they'd get together
afterwards in one of the hangers for some real headjob action. But lately,
Ryan was getting discontent with the quick blowjobs behind the barracks;
the unsatisfying one night stands in the hanger or the regular action with
Rosie Palmer and her five sisters. Ever since Rick, everything else paled
to non-existence.

Lying back on the bed, Ryan thought of the first time he met Rick. He was
on TDY (Temporary Duty) in Australia as part of Operation Southern Star.
For some reason he couldn't get enough of their accents and became good
friends with a few of the Aussies there. Part of the thrill of being on TDY
is no one knows you and you can do anything you want almost, and get away
with it. It was these thoughts that were going through Ryan's head as he
sat drinking in one of the hootches (a bar in a tent) while listening to
the Australian accents. There he saw Rick. Fuck, the guy was cute. If he
wasn't a flyboy, he'd have been the perfect specimen of the Bronze Anzac.
Broad, built, and well hung. He had an accent that seemed to send an
electric shock right through Ryan's body. It was like he was hearing the
Australian twang for the first time whenever Rick spoke. The tone and pitch
of his voice mesmerised Ryan. He immediately felt his cock twitch in his
jock every time he heard Rick and his mates speak. Man, he was going crazy
with lust. He hadn't felt like this since he was with Kian several years ago.

Ryan had lost himself in the sounds of their voices and didn't realise he
was staring at Rick and his mates. Rick's uniform clung to his taunt body,
as he sat back on the chair with legs spread wide, giving Ryan a perfect
view of his tantalising groin. Ryan imagined himself crawling over between
those legs and nuzzling into that bulging package with his face, while the
guy continued talking to his mates. He wanted to pull down the zipper and
whip out that piece of meat and give it a going over with his mouth.

"Hey, mate. You want to come over and join us or just admire us from afar?"

Suddenly, Ryan broke out of his reverie. It was a few minutes before Ryan
realised that the man of his dreams had just spoke, and invited him to join
them. This was too good to be true.

"I think the Septic has the hots for you, Ricky." Nudged one of the guys as
Ryan picked up his beer and joined the table. But Rick was quick to defend
Ryan's honour.

"Nah, he's just thinking how thankful he is not to be on latrine duty when
I let loose with this firehose of mine." said Rick, giving himself a grope
before offering a seat to Ryan.

Everyone laughed at Rick's joke, and didn't notice Ryan's gaze drawn to
Rick's crotch as the dude felt himself up. Realising he was staring Ryan
quickly looked up, and Rick gave him a wink before settling back down to
conversation and beer. Ryan didn't say much but he enjoyed the company of
these Australians, and especially Rick who seemed to look for any excuse to
touch him and make some kind of physical contact without being too obvious.
This was the camaraderie that Ryan missed, just kicking back and having a
good time with your buddies. He felt honoured that these guys had taken him
into their clique but it just wasn't the same as being with your own, it
was the downside of being on TDY.

After a few more beers and a cock that was really starting to get
uncomfortable, Ryan decided he had better go take a leak, head off to bed
and give himself the relief his dick craved. The alcohol was starting to
get to him, and images of these guys naked kept popping into his head. He
couldn't stand being amongst these Aussie boys any longer without doing
something he might regret. The thought was appealing, but he didn't want to
ruin his chances within the first couple of days of being here. His "little
buddy" would have to wait a little longer before being serviced by a dude
from Down Under. He was hoping that the guy to do it would be Rick. Ryan
sighed at the thought, got up and made his leave with his newfound friends
and headed for the latrine.

Thankfully it was not a long walk to the latrine. Ryan had just taken his
piss-hard dick out of his pants when he heard someone else enter. Glancing
around over his shoulder he saw it was Rick. He pissed on his shoe in doing
so.

"Carefull where you aim that, mate." Said Rick, "Are you okay? You went a
bit quiet at the end there."

"Yeah, I'm okay, thanks. I just kind of miss the guys back home, that's all."

"Hey, you've found some new mates here, now. You don't have to feel
lonely." said Rick putting his hand on Ryan's shoulder as he stood there
giving his dick a couple of shakes. The feeling was electric and Ryan's
lengthening cock jumped involuntarily at the contact. Rick noticed the
"little buddy" jump as well, and began rubbing Ryan's shoulder.

"Do you have any 'special' friend back in the States, Ryan?"

"Special friend?" asked Ryan.

"Y'know, someone to help you out when you need to be taken care of."
whispered Ryan moving closer.

The rubbing on Ryan's shoulder continued and he thought of Kian back home.
The thought caused the "little buddy" to jump again in anticipation. A
slight smile came to Rick's lips, so he must have seen the "little buddy"
getting excited. It was all sign that Rick needed. Before Ryan could say a
word in reply, Rick moved closer, pressing his body up close to Rick's
back. One hand stayed one the shoulder while the other moved to Ryan's hip
gently massaging.

"I know what it's like to be a stranger in a strange land." Rick whispered
into Ryan's ear. Looking over his Ryan's shoulder, Rick could see the
growing member in Ryan's hand. "You might not know it but my mates aren't
really all that close and it would be really good to have a 'special'
friend so we could help each other out. I think you might be the 'special'
friend I'm looking for, Ryan."

Ryan was mesmerised by the massaging hands and the intoxicating smell of
beer on Rick's breath as he spoke in low, sensual tones, rich with that
Australian accent. Ryan leaned into Rick's body for support as the
massaging hand on his hip moved closer and closer to Ryan's now hard dick.
The other hand had moved from the shoulder and had worked its way up under
Ryan's shirt, feeling his hot flesh on the journey to his nipple. Ryan was
so hot and confused by this sudden turn of events that he didn't think to
stop him. Rick's right hand was now tweaking Ryan's right nipple while the
left had wrapped itself around Ryan's hard member, slowly, sensually
jerking him off. The twin sensations from Rick's hands brought Ryan closer
and closer to a climax. A moan of delight erupted from Ryan's mouth as he
was on the verge of shooting a load, when the enjoyment stopped and the
tantalising hands were removed.

Rick walked over to the door, and Ryan thought this Aussie stud was having
second thoughts and leaving when the dude stopped, looked back at Ryan and
put the latch on the door to lock it. Without a word, Rick moved back very
close to Ryan, took him in his arms and leaned over to kiss him on the
cheek. At this point Ryan decided that he should just go for it and return
the kiss. As Ryan was about to kiss Rick's cheek, he turned and their lips
came into contact. Rick pushed his mouth on top of Ryan's and gently probed
with his tongue. Ryan's lips opened slightly in shock allowing Rick
entrance to his mouth. Tongues curled around each other, unravelled and
probed, sending wave after wave of erotic sensation throughout the entwined
bodies. Each could feel the other's hard member straining in their pants
but neither wanted to break this kiss just yet. Ryan had bee wanting to do
this for so long that he never wanted it to end. While their tongues fought
for supremacy in each other's mouth, their hands roamed and caressed each
other in a loving embrace.

Ryan couldn't take any more and wanted to taste the dick he'd been longing
for all night. As if sensing Ryan's desire, Rick reached up and put his
hands on his new-found friend's shoulders. He moved down to his knees and
reached for Rick's hard bulge. In that moment Ryan came as close to worship
of a cock as he had ever come to anything. Ryan wrapped his hand around the
member as Rick breath more deeply at the touch. He was softly moaning as
Ryan began wanking him through his pants.

"Oh that feels so good, Ryan. Oh mate, don't stop. Take it out and do me!"

Ryan was so excited, the feel of hard flesh in his hand together with the
sensual sound of Rick's voice was getting Ryan even hotter than Kian had
ever done.

"Is this what you want Rick? Am I doing it right?" Ryan asked, half-acting
like he hadn't done this much and just wanting to hear Rick's husky voice.

"I want to feel your hot mouth on my head." Moaned Rick.

So Ryan leaned in and began chewing on the outside of Rick's pouch, feeling
the hardness pulse between his teeth. Rick placed his hands on Rick's head,
guiding his lips all around the stiff cock, encouraging to bite, suck and
chew the pulsing dick. A huge wet spot of precum and saliva soaked the
front of Rick's shorts so it looked like he had wet himself.

"Ryan, matey, reach up and play with my dick." Sighed Rick.

Ryan did everything that Rick asked as he knelt there in submission before
his bronzed god. He reached up the pant leg of Rick's shorts and played
with his cock. While Ryan was playing with the throbbing boner, Rick
covered the playful had with his own and gently started to stroke his dick
with Ryan's hand in his. Two hands became one as they both held onto the
mammoth meat jerking it off in unison from the head all the way down to the
base of his shaft. This lasted for about five minutes before Rick could
endure no more.

"Undo my belt and the buttons of my shorts." Pleaded Rick moving his hand
away from Ryan's.

As Ryan did this, he started kissing Rick's cock through his briefs. It was
more like a thong than briefs and Ryan loved it. It was a thing of beauty
strung in the thong hammock and begging to be touched. Ryan stroked it with
his tongue, helping it on its way to its full size. He took it in his mouth
and began to sucking and kissing it, drowning it in his saliva. He pulled
the shorts down to Rick's ankles and couldn't believe how his thong bulged
with his growing cock. The wet material was now transparent, leaving
nothing to the imagination. In the meantime Ryan's hand went to the back of
Rick's ass and played there.

"I want you to take the thong off with your teeth." Moaned Rick.

Again Ryan did as he was asked, and pulled on the thong with his teeth,
being careful not to bite on the hard flesh beneath. He could see the pubes
and then the shaft of this cock of his desire. Once the thong was off, the
hard dick pulsed with a life of its own. Ryan could not resist licking the
pre-cum off the throbbing dickhead. Gently he tongued just beneath the tip
to make sure he didn't miss a drop of that glistening nectar, and then back
to Ryan's tightening balls, and the pubic hair that had stemmed the escape
of the leaking lube. That was when Ryan's cock shot it's first load,
without him even touching it. In fact he didn't even recall taking it out
of his pants. The load hit Rick's leg as Ryan knelt there lapping at the
meat before him.

"Good boy Ryan. Now lick up that sweet juice of yours dribbling down my leg."

Rick's wish was Ryan's command. He was completely mesmerised by that
soothing voice. He licked up every ounce of his own jism as he worked his
way up the inner thigh of Rick. Suddenly, Rick balls were dangling on
either side of Ryan's nose as Ryan nibbled at the tender spot where the
underside of his shaft met his balls. He licked the base of Rick's cock and
he could feel it pulse with each stroke of his tongue.

Ryan's mouth was still filled with his own cum when he took the dick back
into his mouth. The slime made this blowjob all wet and slick as Rick began
to face fuck the boy kneeling before him. All through this, Rick kept
talking and telling Ryan how good it felt and how good he was doing it. His
voice urged Ryan on to a sexual peak he had never felt before. Ryan's
tender lips moved up and down the hard shaft, licking the thick throbbing
vein on the underside as it plunged in and out his hungry throat.

"Take my dick and jerk it in your mouth." Urged Rick.

Ryan let go his hold on Rick's ass and began to stroke Rick's shaft with
the head remaining in his mouth.

"Oh yeah, mate. I'm cumming. Squeeze my balls."

Ryan continued pumping the shaft with one hand while he squeezed his balls
with the other. Ryan sucked hard, then harder, urging a load from the
throbbing member. Rick groaned loudly as he shot his load into Ryan's
waiting mouth, mixing their two loads together. He pulled Ryan up and said
he wanted him to fuck his mouth with Ryan's tongue as he lapped up the two
cums mixed in Ryan's mouth. The sensations surging through Ryan caused his
dick to expand once more with a load ready to blow.

Rick sensed Ryan's need and knelt on the floor. Slowly he pulled down
Ryan's shorts, to reveal the cutest dick he had ever seen to the night air.
With his tongue he slowly licked from the root to the tip for a while
before taking Ryan into his mouth. Ryan grabbed Rick by the ears in an
effort to stay standing under the assault on his crotch. Man, that
beautiful mouth that was making those great Aussie sounds was now sucking
at Ryan's cock, big time. The feel of that human vacuum was sexier than any
other mouth to Ryan because of that accent. Rick was an expert and he made
sure he gave Ryan the best BJ of his life. It didn't take long before
Ryan's balls pulled up into their sack in preparation of blowing Rick's
brains out with a volley of cum shot.

"Ohhhh Rick, I'm going to shoot. I'm going to.. ahhhhhhh.."

In the real world, Ryan shot volley after volley of cum all over his
stomach and chest as he recalled his warm cum shooting fast into Rick's
mouth. It was like he could actually feel that tongue of Rick's pressing
against the piss slit, trying to slow down its flow as he sucked every last
drop from his dick. But that was then and this is now. He wasn't in the
hootches bathroom with Rick at his feet. Now he was lying on a bed in an
English cottage that belonged to his parents. But he really wished he had
someone to share this load with right then.

Next door, Matthew also wished he could share in the load his just
witnessed spew out from Ryan's hard throbbing cock. Matty's dick throbbed
and his balls ached for attention and needed to get off bad.

"UUUnnnnnnhhhhh...take it all stud." Matthew cried imagining flyboy's mouth
around his dick as stroked his shaft faster, squeezing hard. His cries of
joys got louder and louder until he shot his spunk into the night air.

Ryan heard the commotion coming from the first floor window next door. He
saw the naked form in the window shooting a load and with moaning cries. It
appeared he had an audience and the audience was now showing his
appreciation. Ryan had to pay next door a visit. Afterall, it was the
neighbourly thing to do.

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