Date: Wed, 18 Jun 2003 14:59:30 -0400 From: John Smith Subject: Military Encounters #5; Encounter in Japan Part One For those of you who have been following my stories, I hope they are not too hoaky. I've tried to use locations where I was actually stationed during my military career. I want to make it clear that These stories are purely fiction. Unless specified differently, the events never happened and , with a few exceptions, the characters don't exist. Some of my characters are based on guys I actually knew (And May Have Even Fantasized about). However, I have absolutely no reason to suspect they are now, or were ever gay, bi, or ever even thought about sex with another guy. I actually joined the Air Force at seventeen years old. I had to produce a letter from my Mom giving permission to join. I spent eight years enlisted, reaching the rank of E-5 (Staff Sergeant). I had taken courses at night and accumulated over two years of college credit. I got out of service to finish the last two years of college full time. Upon graduation, I took the Officer Qualification Exam and was accepted for Officer Training School in San Antonio, Texas. I spent the next twelve years as a pilot. So far, my stories have been set during the time I was a commissioned officer.I thought I would change pace a little and submit a couple of stories dealing with my enlisted time. As a reminder, this story contains detailed descriptions of sex between guys of varying ages. If you are offended by this type story, please do not read it. Otherwise, hope you enjoy it. Military Encounters #5; Encounter in Japan Part One The year was 1958. My name is Daniel Sands. I had enlisted in the Air Force at seventeen. I have always been rather small for my age. Back then I stood about 5' 7" and weighed 142 lbs. I had dark brown hair and blue eyes. I had just finished basic training at Lackland Air Force Base, and had been assigned to Supply service. After tech School at Amarillo AFB, Texas, I received my second stripe. I was now an Airman Second class. *(Back then one stripe was Airman Third Class. Three stripes was Airman First class. In today's Air Force, Airman Third Class has been done away with. Now three stripes and you are referred to as "Sergeant"). I was assigned to Johnson AFB Japan, along with three other guys I had known since basic. I was excited to be going to a foreign land with such a different culture from my own. No one else in my family had ever been overseas...well, except for a couple of uncles who fought in WWII. We were given train tickets to San Francisco, where we were packed onto a commercial airliner-a four engine prop plane-for the 28 hour flight to Japan, with refueling stops at Hawaii and Wake Island. We were exhausted by the time we finally arrived. Room assignments were given out. I ended up in a room with one of the guys I had come over with, and another guy I had never met. My friend was named Joey Sinclair. He was 18, 5' 9" and 175 lbs, black hair and grey eyes. The stranger introduced himself as Mike Baker. He was just under 6' but weighed only about 145 lbs. He had blonde hair and the palest blue eyes I had ever seen. I had seen Joey naked many times in the showers during basic and at tech school. He had a lot of body hair on his chest arms and legs. His dick was uncut and he was hung pretty impressively. He had been a football player in high school and had the typical muscular structure of a jock. He was also very, very straight...to the point of being homophobic. We had very little in common. Mike, on the other hand, had a slim, non-athletic body. He had very little body hair, except for under his arms and a small but thick patch over his cut cock. It hung down about 4" flaccid. I felt a strange attraction to him and hoped to get to know him better. Johnson AFB was located near Tokyo. It was one of three bases that formed a triangle around the city, the other two being Tachikawa And Yokota AFBs. Johnson's primary aircraft was the twin jet B57, a version of the British Canberra medium bomber. I would be working in Base Supply, which was responsible for keeping the bombers in flying condition at all times. Our Base Supply Officer was a Full Colonel named Keller...'Keller the Yeller' to the rest of us underlings. He was known for outrage if there was ANY problem concerning parts for his precious airplanes. We basically worked 7:30 to 4:30 Monday thru Friday. We were required to wear our Class A uniforms, meaning Kakhis with tucked in tie in summer, blues in winter, although we were allowed to remove our coats while in the building. When I first arrived, I was assigned the menial task on posting change notices to the numerous volumes of supply catalogs. I hated the job. It was boring and I longed for something more challenging. Joey was assigned to the inventory section, so he spent his workday in the warehouse. Mike was assigned to the Priority Section. It was responsible for making sure an aircraft NEVER went into what was known as 'AOCP' (Aircraft Out Of Commission for Parts)...In other words grounded. Johnson's Priority Section held the Far East record for days with no AOCP's. There were only six people in the section; A young Second Lieutenant in charge, one Tech Sergeant, and four Airmen, one of which was Mike. I envied him. This section was the pride of Base Supply and was a coveted position. Each of the four Airmen were hand picked by Tsgt Bowers and Lt McCord. The only way to get IN, was for somebody to get transfered...Or DIE, so the scuttlebutt said. I did notice Mike worked quite a bit of overtime. Two or three times a week he didn't get back to the room until after seven o'clock. However, he didn't seem to mind. The first two months went by slowly for me, since I was so unhappy with my job. Mike sensed my frustration and tried to cheer me up. We became buddies, going to the Airman's club together, taking weekend passes to Tokyo, etc. He was very intelligent and was taking off-duty classes thru the Base Education Office, working toward getting his college degree someday. He planned on making the Air Force a career and wanted to be an officer. Actually, Mike was eventually responsible for my own future. He was the one who talked me into going to the Base Education Officer and getting enrolled in off duty classes. I wanted to fly, and because of this start, I would eventually get my degree, qualify for Officer Training School, and then be accepted for Pilot Training. However, that's getting ahead of this story. Joey became a little jealous of the close friendship between Mike and me. I think he felt left out. He began putting us down, especially Mike. I guess he directed his anger more toward Mike, because he had known me since basic. He looked for any excuse to harass Mike. I tried to get him to lay off, but he just got worse as time went on. It finally came to a showdown when he called Mike a 'lousy fag'. Mike recoiled like he had been slugged. I had had enough. I got in Joey's face, even though he outweighed me by almost forty pounds. He probably could have kicked my ass, but I think he was surprised at the fury in my voice. I told him in no uncertain terms to lay off. I suggested it might be a good idea if he asked for a different room assignment. He left the room mumbling about a "couple of fuckin' queers". At least he didn't use THAT terminology when he asked the Squadron First Sergeant for a different room. Mike and I were called into the office about the change, but apparently Joey had told the First Sergeant that he wanted to be put with some of the other guys he worked with in the warehouse. "I heard you three had a falling out" Sgt Reynolds confronted us "Anything more to it?" "No Sergeant" I answered. "Airman Sinclair didn't like the fact that our night classes interfered with his sleep. It just finally got a little out of hand." That seemed to satisfy the First Sergeant. He told us we probably wouldn't be getting another roommate as long as the barracks had enough other rooms. He was giving us a break, since he knew we were serious about our studies and hadn't caused him any trouble. "Thanks for the support Danny!" Mike said as we left the office. I'm glad to get rid of that guy anyway. I'm also glad we'll have the room to ourselves!" I looked at him, wondering what he meant by that. Mike must have realized how it sounded too, and quickly added "Uhh...I mean...It'll m..make studying together a lot easier...n..not having to worry about disturbing anybody!" He seemed to be a little embarrassed by his words. I wondered if there was something behind his shyness. Oh, well...I enjoyed being around Mike and to be honest, I didn't find the idea of something more intimate with him that bad. After about four months, Mike came into the room excited, yelling "Guess what Danny?" "What? What's with you buddy...You got a terminal wedgie or somethin?" I asked amused at his impatience. "Woodson just got orders. He's being transferred to Yokota!" He exclaimed. Airman First Class Woodson was one of those who worked in Mike's section. "So? Good for him" I said going back to the magazine I was reading. "No No you idiot! That means there's an opening in the Priority Section! I put in a good word for you to Sgt Miller, our NCOIC. I told him how you and I were roommates and were both taking night classes and everything. He said he would talk to Lt McCord. I think there's a good chance you're IN!" "No shit?" I yelled jumping out of bed. "You really think there's a chance they'll pick me?" "Well, Lt McCord kinda likes me" Mike said blushing. "He spends a lot of time sorta taking me under his wing and trying to teach me everything...about the job. I think he'll give some thought to my recommendation." I grabbed Mike around the waist and picked him up bodily "You're the greatest, Buddy. I owe you big time!" We laughed and hugged each other, jumping around the room. Out of breath, we stopped. We were still hugging each other. Our laughing stopped and we stood there in the sudden silence, as if just becoming aware of the closeness of our bodies. Mike got this strange look in his eyes and, without warning, leaned close and pressed his lips to mine! I was shocked by his sudden act and just froze. Mike jerked his lips away and backed out of my arms. "Oh God Danny...I...I'm...S...So Sorry! I don't know what made me do that! Please forgive me. He was almost in tears. I finally regained my senses. "Hey...Buddy! It's OK...Really...It was just the excitement! Don't worry about it!" Actually I wasn't all that turned off by what had just happened. I had felt for some time there was more between us than just friendship. We had never discussed it, but I had noticed subtle signs from Mike that he sensed it too. We sat down on one of the bunks. Mike was beside himself with shame. I tried to comfort him. "Mike...It's OK. I think we both know something like that was bound to happen. It was just a matter of time." He looked at me with tears still in his eyes. "Y...You mean that Danny? I thought it was just me that felt this way about you. You never acted like you felt the same." "I guess I was scared of what I was feeling" I confessed "Have you ever...You know...Done anything...Like that with...Another...Guy?' He looked down at his feet before answering softly "Uhh...Well...Yeah...A few times." He looked at me and asked "H...Have...YOU? Have you ever...? "Just the same kinda things most kids do...Jerk-offs with a buddy...That sorta stuff." I thought a minute then added "Actually...There was this ONE time...I had just got out of basic and went downtown on a pass. I missed the last bus and didn't have enough money with me for a taxi back to the base." "What happened?" Mike asked. "Well, I decided I had no choice but to wait until the busses started running the next morning. I was sitting on a bench in the little park in front of The Alamo, dozing off and on. Anyway, this guy drove by then came around the block and stopped." "What happened then?" "He asked me what I was doing there all alone that time of night. When I told him I missed the last bus, he said he'd give me a ride to the base. Instead, he ended up driving us to this spot in the middle of some woods and he...Well he sucked my dick!" "Jeez! Really? What was it like...Did you cum?" Mike was totally absorbed by my story. I could see he had a hard on in his pants. Mine was just as hard. "Well, I'd never felt anything like it before. Man, it was so hot! I couldn't help it...it only took a few seconds before I blew my load down his throat!" "Wow! What happened then?" "Nothing else. He drove me back to Lackland. He told me he enjoyed it and wanted me to meet him again. He asked for my phone number." "And...Did you...Meet him again?" "I told him I would, but I was so scared of somebody finding out, I gave him a phony number and never saw him again. I left three days later for Tech School." "God...That made me horny as Hell Danny! I've got a boner that won't quit" Mike groaned. "Me too" I said "Thinking about that guy's mouth on my cock still gets me hard." We both stroked our erections as it suddenly got very warm in the room. "Mike" I whispered, "Would you kiss me again? It felt pretty good, but you just surprised me." "Oh Yess Danny" Mike moaned as he leaned in close. This time as his lips touched mine, I kissed him back. I opened my lips and his tongue circled them before sliding inside to mesh with my own. We fell back on the bed locked in the kiss. Our mouths were moving against each other's, bringing soft, muffled moans from both of us. Our hands quickly moved to our raging hardons and stroked them thru our trousers. Mike undid my belt then unbuttoned the top of my pants and lowered the zipper. His hand reached thru the opening and closed around my dick still covered by my white military issue boxers. I tore my mouth away from his to gasp "Ahhhhhh...That feels good!" I quickly undid his pants and felt for his cock. It was trapped against the leg of his boxers so I pulled it up to where I could stroke it's length. "Oh Yeah...Your hand feels good on mine too" He groaned. We moved to pull each other's pants and shorts down enough to grab hold of bare cockmeat and start jacking slowly. I saw Mike's cock was about 6 inches long, just the right thickness for it's length, and had a nice smooth shaft. His balls were a nice size and were drawn up tight. His pubic hair was sparse and his balls were practically hairless. He moved his hand so he could get a good look at my stiff 5 1/2 inches. I was just a little thicker than Mike and I was also circumcised. I had a bit more hair around my dick and balls. "Oh Man...What a beautiful cock!" Mike said lustily. "Your's too" I gasped as he started stroking my dick again. "It's just a perfect size and shape!" We jacked each other for a few minutes until our climaxes roared thru us like a runaway freight train. "Cumming Danny...I'm Cumming...Oh God...Ohhh...Ohhh...Ohhh!" "Me too Buddy...You've got it...Unnngh...Unnngh...Unnngh!" Cum spurted all over our hands, each other's cock and balls, and the sheets. We both kept pumping as our mouths fused together and our tongues danced. When we finally finished and our breathing returned to a somewhat normal pace, we laughed at the mess we'd made. "Well...anyway...It's Joey's bed. No harm done" Mike said triumphantly. We both cracked up, holding each other. Our uniforms would need to be sent to the cleaners. The soiled linen went into the laundry bag to be picked up by houseboys and washed. I could picture their faces when they saw the cum stains. Mike and I turned out the lights and went to bed, extremely excited by our newly discovered relationship. "Danny...? "Mike whispered in the darkness. "I want to suck your dick next time...like that guy did!" "That sounds great Buddy...But only if I can suck you too!" I whispered back. The next day at work, every time Mike and I caught sight of each other we couldn't help but smile, remembering last night...and thinking about tonight. Mike stopped by to chat for a few minutes after lunch. He had a grin from ear to ear. "How's it goin' Danny?" "Man, my dick has been hard all day. I can't wait for tonight!" I whispered. "Me too...I'm gonna..." We were interrupted by one of the guys from Priorities. "Hey Mike! The Lieutenant wants to see you in his office!" "OK! Be right there" He said, then turned to me. "Keep your fingers crossed. I think this might be it!" About two hours later, my supervisor stopped by my desk and told me Tsgt Miller wanted to see me. Miller was the NCO in Charge of the Priority Section. When I walked into his office, he pointed at a chair and told me to "Have a seat, Sands!" He told me Mike had talked to him about me. He asked me why I wanted to work there. I told him I wanted to work where I felt like I was doing something really important. "So, you don't care much for filing Stock Catalog Change Notices Ehh? Hell...who DOES?" He said laughing. "Anyway, I talked to your supervisor. He said you were a good kid and deserved a more challenging job." "Thank you Sergeant. I'm a hard worker...and I'm dependable too!" I said. "I believe you are Sands, and that's what I told Lt McCord. He wants to see you in his office now...Good luck!" I was nervous as I stood in front of the Lieutenant's door. I checked to make sure my 'gig line' was straight, took a deep breath and knocked on the door. "Enter!" A voice from the other side of the door said. Swallowing hard, I opened the door and stepped smartly up to his desk and saluted "Airman Second Class Sands reporting as ordered, SIR!" He returned my salute and said "At ease Airman Sands...Relax, have a seat." I sat down, surprised at the informality of his gesture. He got up from his seat and came around to lean back casually on the edge of his desk. First Lieutenant Richard J. McCord(his name was on his door) was an imposing figure in his tailored uniform. He was about 6' 3", and weighed about 195 to 200 lbs. His broad chest filled out the uniform shirt to the max. He had coal black hair that was cut short, blue eyes, a straight nose over a strong mouth. He had his arms crossed casually over his chest, and looked at me silently for a moment. I was sweating bricks. Then, a sudden thought entered my mind and I couldn't help blurting out "Dick McCord! 'Blazer McCord! You were a wide reciever at Notre Dame! God I used to watch you all the time!" I saw his eyebrows raise and it hit me..."Oh...Err...I'm Sorry SIR...I just...I Ahh...!" Man, I had really put my foot in my mouth this time! He laughed and said "That's OK Sands. It's nice sombody remembers me. I'm flattered." "I thought for sure you would end up in the pros, Sir." "I was hoping to, but I tore up my knee pretty bad in my senior year and that was the end of THAT." His face softened into a friendly smile as he said "Well now! Young Baker seems to think you would make a fine addition to our section! I put a good deal of stock in his opinions." "Airman Baker and I are good friends, Sir. We both hope to make a career of the Air Force." "So he tells me" Lt McCord replied. "I'm aware you both are taking classes toward that goal. I like that!" This man had a way about him of making you feel at ease around him. He really seemed to take an interest in his people. "We are sort of an elite unit within Base Supply" He went on. "There's a lot of pressure on us to perform. Think you can handle the pressure?" "Yes SIR, I'm sure I can!" I answered enthusiasically. "I believe you can too. Starting Monday, report to Sgt Miller. You can return to your section now." "Yes SIR, and thank you SIR!" I said standing up. Lt McCord stuck out his hand and shook my shaking one, laughing and said "Welcome to the Priority Section...Dismissed!" I saluted then walked out of his office in a slight daze. Mike looked up from his desk, raising his eyebrows questioningly. I gave him the thumbs up and his face broke into a wide grin. I noticed Sgt Miller thru the door to his office smile at my obvious delight. Mike and I hurreid thru the evening meal in the dining hall. We were anxious to get back to our room. It was difficult not to start something as soon as the door closed, but we wanted to wash the day's grime off first. All during the shower, I had to concentrate to keep my dick in a somewhat flaccid state. It wasn't working too well and I had to hold my shaving kit in front of my groin to hide the tent pushing out the front of my towell as we hurried down the hall to our room. I laughed as I could see Mike was in the same condition. As soon as we made sure the door was locked, we dropped our towells and fell on the bed naked, locked in a deep kiss, hands roaming over anxious bodies. Our hands quickly moved to find the other's dick and stroke it while we tumbled around on the bed, moaning and groaning at the intense pleasure. Mike waasted no time in moving down to take my stiff rod into his mouth. I gasped as I felt the hot fires ignite when his nose bumped into my pubic hair. "Ooooooooh Mike!...Ohh Yesss...That feels so good" I sighed. I turned around so that I could get to his cock and sucked it in. Mike moaned around my dick and put his hands on my ass, pulling me deeper into his hungry mouth. My hips began fucking his hot mouth as I moved my mouth to taste his balls one at a time. "Mmmmmmm...Yethhhh...Mmmmmm!" He groaned around my cock. It didn't take long for the two of us to reach almost simultaneous orgasms. I felt Mike tense and his dick swell. Then he began frantically pumping his cock in my sucking mouth as his cum spurted out. My own dick followed seconds later, flooding his mouth with the most intense climax I had ever experienced. We both kept sucking until our dicks softened. Then we fell into an embrace and crushed our mouths together giving each other a taste of his own cum with our tongues. Laying together quietly afterward, we softly kissed each other again and again over the next couple of hours. When we had recovered enough to sit up, Mike asked me "So...What did you think of Lt McCord?" "I like him. He really made me feel welcome." "Yeah...Thats Lt McCord allright!" Mike said with a smile. "Just wait...You'll be surprised at just HOW much interest he takes in his 'special kids'." "Hey...Speaking of taking 'special interest' how 'bout takin' a little interest in THIS!" I said taking Mike's hand and putting it on my rock hard cock. "I can do that" Mike laughed. He slipped off the floor and knelt between my legs. Holding my stiff dick out of the way, he lashed my balls with his tongue, then sucked them into his mouth one at a time. "Oh God...You sure know how to get a feller's attention...Oh yeah...Suck my balls!" While his tongue bathed my nutsac, he teased my asshole with the tip of his finger. Now, nobody had EVER done that to me! My hips shot up off the bed and I bit my lip to keep from screaming! "Ohhh Mike...Ohhh...Yes...Yes...Yes! I've never had that done to me" I croaked hoarsely. "Oh God...That's so hot!" Mike went back to sucking my dick in long, slurping strokes, while he continued to push his finger into my tight pucker. He brought me to the brink, then pushed his finger in all the way and clamped his lips tight around the base of my throbbing cock. That did it! "Arrrgh...I'm gonna cum again Mike...I'm gonna cum...Now..Now...Unnngh...Unnngh...Unnngh!" He held his mouth against my pubes and rubbed my prostate with his finger in my ass as I unloaded blast after blast of white hot cum. I had barely stopped spurting when I reversed our bodies, throwing him on his back and devouring his surging rod. I bobbed furiously as I searched for his asshole with my finger. When I felt the tight entrance, I rammed my finger in as far as it would go and finger fucked him in rhythm with my mouth on his dick. Mike didn't last 60 seconds before blasting his second load of the night into my mouth. This time we were so exhausted, Mike slept in my bed. In the morning, we jacked each other off again, before hitting the showers and heading for the dining hall for breakfast. We repeated this routine at least two or three times a week. Mike still worked late with Lt McCord a couple of nights also. In addition, It seemed like he was called into the Lieutenant's office at least once a day. I wondered if I would be asked to start spending extra hours any time soon.....! End Of Military Encounters #5; Encounter in Japan Part One Part Two wiil take up where Part One ends. Look for it soon. Hope you enjoy it.