Date: Tue, 7 Oct 2003 11:15:19 -0700 (PDT) From: Joe Stadium Subject: Technical Training Technical Training By Mookey Jones Email mookeyjones@yahoo.com This story is both true and actual. It contains homosexual content and may be offensive to some. Basic training in the Air Force isn't really a horrible experience. Compared the Army, Navy or Marines it was probably a cakewalk. But, for a guy who was newly married and still used to sex a couple times a day, and used to having to share his privacy with one woman as opposed to forty men, it was a horrible experience. No sex. No privacy. Sharing showers and toilets with forty other naked men. Rushing all the time. By the time basic was done, I was glad to leave San Antonio, Texas and ready to move on to Keesler AFB in beautiful Biloxi, MS. Of course my sexual needs had me strung so tightly I could look at something as boring as linoleum and instantly throw a bone. If the wind blew right across my trousers, I was liable to have an orgasm. I was so ready for a good lay. Six weeks of that Basic Training torture was followed by nine months of monotonous technical school or as we called it, tech school. Fortunately, my wife would be able to join me during tech school, but not until I completed two goals. First, was to complete my computer fundamentals of tech school and second; I had to line up a place for us to live near good old Keesler AFB. The harder I looked for a place to live, the harder I got in anticipation. Finally I lucked out and found a beautiful one bedroom furnished home within walking distance of the base. My wife could finally come down and I could get something more than a hurried hand job. Little did I know that this house would score me something better than a hand job and it wouldn't be with my wife. Fate had something more colorful in store for me. As I was sitting in class, I was fighting down the never-ending wood I seemed to live with. Class was boring me to tears and as my mind wandered to my biological impulse, I found myself getting hard. Break time was coming soon and I didn't want to go into the men's room with a boner. Since the school had about ten different groups of students all in the same building, they ran a regular break schedule to minimize disturbances in the hallways. I was floating from the coffee I drank earlier and mentally was willing the break to begin so I could drain my aching bladder. It was crowded with men, so as I went into the restroom, I picked a spot next to the wall at the urinal for at least partial privacy. We had the communal urinal troughs so there was no privacy whatsoever. Now understand, I am not shy about nakedness. On the contrary, I enjoy nakedness. Unfortunately, I was moderately pee-shy. Close proximity made me somewhat nervous, but having someone rushing me or watching me really made me nervous. As I am standing there with my dick in hand willing myself to relax and pee, up steps a fellow airman. The trough was busy with a lot of men peeing, laughing, and talking. The crowd was all rushing to get done and get out for some fresh air before break was over. This guy sidles up rather close to me. He is a fine specimen. He is a bit taller than me, probably about six-foot, lean, dark hair and twinkling blue eyes. He has what I call the "Fred Flintstone" shadow. The Flintstone Look is a solid beard that shows fairly soon after a guy shaves. I find this rugged, manly feature very sexy. I had seen him around, but he wasn't in my class so we hadn't met formally. I always noticed him on break and got a friendly nod. He gave me the impression he knew something that I didn't. As we were standing there at the urinal, he starts a conversation. The last thing I need is someone talking to me while I am trying to overcome the shyness when my bladder is about to explode. He starts talking about how badly he had to go and how he thought that last period would never end. "Yeah...I had that feeling too. My eyes were floating in my head". He lets out a stream of urine that would make a donkey blush. I am trying to be respectful of his privacy and not look over at him. Military folks can be total homophobes and I don't want him thinking I am one of those gay people. He seems to read my mind as he continues his conversation. "I hated these urinal troughs in high school. I used to be so pee-shy. I was always worried about my privacy and what people would say about my privates. It made it hard to relax and go." "So how'd you lick the problem?" I ventured. Maybe his advice would help me. "I realized that I'd nothing to be ashamed of. It's not as if I'm small." Chuckling to himself, he continues, "Nope...nobody ever accused me of that". Feeling this outspoken discussion warranted a peek, I glanced over as he was shaking himself and wrapping things up. I got the impression he was putting on a little show for my benefit. After seeing what he had to show, I guess I would have put on a show too. I am not tiny by any means. I am better than average and quite thick, but this guy hanging limp he was huge and thick. I would venture to guess that limp, he was bigger than I was erect. He made a big production of stretching his huge dick, shaking it, and milking every drop out before zipping up. The whole time, he is having this inane conversation, he seems to be relishing in my amazement. I had never been anything but straight. I had admired well-built men, but surely I was straight. I was married and I enjoyed sex with my wife. I thought I had nothing to worry about, but as I was heading back to class, I couldn't stop wondering what it would be like to be that big. What would it feel like to drop your pants in the gym and know every man in the locker room envies you? What would it be like to drop your drawers anywhere and know people gasped in amazement? Was he hitting on me? Was he really doing that show for my benefit? These questions consumed me over the next days and I had to have an answer. As I mentioned, our class breaks in tech school were synchronized so I had plenty of opportunity to meet this mystery guy between classes. His name was Jim, a few years my junior, originally from Missouri. In a short time, we got to be pretty good friends. It is amazing in the military how quickly you can meet and get acquainted with people. Jim and I started hanging out after classes in our free time. I really enjoyed his company. Part way through tech school, Jim broke his arm in a klutz fall and was wearing a cast from the forearm to his palm. I think the vulnerability made him that much more attractive. He always had a natural blush to his cheeks and a smile that would have needed all the electricity of the Hoover Dam to power it. I found myself thinking of Jim in very different ways. Now so far, all our encounters had been very hetero in nature. Nothing happened to confirm or deny my suspicion that this hot guy is putting the moves on me. At least no overt moves; that is, not until the shower incident. The dorm showers were semiprivate. They had common sinks, private toilets and shower curtains at each shower stall. Finally, there was the opportunity to stroke some of the pressure away if you had the mind to do so. Occasionally you would hear one of your more vocal airmen getting into their hand job as they pretended to use the toilet or shower. The shower incident happened one day as I was walking in the shower. I am pulling off my towel, preparing to enter the shower stall, who should come waltzing in briskly behind me with no effort to cover his swinging manhood? Big Jim. I was amazed and puttered around trying to look. I am pretending to be busy messing in my shaving kit while covertly watching him. He is making conversation as if we were out on the street and I find myself starting to bone up as I look at this healthy specimen before me. I don't dare let him catch me popping a boner so I am trying to be discreet and stay turned toward the shower as if I am ready to get in. Truth is, I would have given all the tea in China to stare at his naked body. To avoid suspicion, I randomly look over my shoulder pretending to be the polite conversationalist, but I notice his eyes twinkling in amusement as he sees through my ruse and knows the effect his big dick is having on the slowly bending "straight arrow". As we both enter our respective showers, my heart is racing. This guy seems to be coming on to me and I am frightened because I couldn't want it more. Having no experience, I don't know how to respond or what is appropriate. As I shower, I am almost panicking wondering what to do. I have never been faithless to my wife. I have never done anything remotely gay aside from streaking with some friends in junior high or showing each other our dicks as we enter the wonder of puberty. Am I gay? Am I starting to like men? Would this be faithless to have some sexual activity with this god-sized man? I start to justify my fears thinking It isn't as if I am having sex with a woman. All these questions are demanding my attention. My heart is beating so hard I think my chest will blow open. Nonetheless, I am listening for his shower to finish so that I can get another look at that body and that huge dick. I hear his water stop. I stop my water. He gets out and dries himself facing me. He has no shame, but with a dick that size, why should he have any shame? I have no doubt now he is openly putting on a show and openly ogling me. I begin to get bolder as the play continues. I am sporting a semi-woody and I don't hide it as I dry off. As we leave the shower, he is grinning like a Cheshire cat, sure in his knowledge that he has a live one. I stifle my fear and make an invitation that will tell all. "Hey Jim, whatcha got planned for the weekend?" "Nothing really" he answers. "I just rented a beautiful little house off-base. My wife'll be joining me early in the week. You interested in getting some time out of the dorms?" "Wow...sounds great. I'd love to get some time away from Uncle Sam," he answered. "Only problem is that I've only got one bed. It is huge. It is a king and we could both sleep in it and you'd never know someone else was in the bed. Of course, if you're too homophobic, you are welcome to the couch. It looks pretty comfy too." "After sleeping on these nasty fucking foam pads the Air Force calls mattresses, I'd welcome a real bed. Dude, I am definitely not homophobic. I'm secure in my masculinity and will gladly share the king with you. " Jim was puffing his chest out in a manly-man fashion and looking very anxious. "Great. Then come on home with me after work on Friday. I don't have a TV, but I'm betting we can find something to keep us entertained. "I've no doubt of that buddy...none whatsoever." Big smile. Damn, I loved that smile. All week I was excited. When Friday came, he changed at the dorm before we left for the house. We ventured off base. Jim was looking very hot in a tight pair of beachshorts and a tanktop. The beachshorts left nothing for the imagination. This boy could pack more than meat in the front of his pants than anyone I knew. I don't know if I knew what was going to happen, but I knew I wanted to get my eyes and maybe my hands on that huge dick of his. Just to see how it felt. We arrived at the house after a short walk. The house was cool, private and immaculate. We took the tour through the living/dining area, the single bathroom in a quick thirty seconds. It was tastefully furnished and much of the furniture was antique in appearance and excellent in quality. The only room left to see was the bedroom, which was dominated by that huge king-sized bed. We moved in it as if gravity itself were drawing us there. Plopping down on the bed, we were instantly gratified by the huge firm mattress. "Oh my gawd" said Jim lying on is back with his arms thrown over his head and his legs flown open. "This is pure heaven. I am going to sleep like a rock tonight." Wondering what parts would be rocky, I hastily agreed. "Me too...I know this feels so good." "Hey buddy, do you have some aspirin or Tylenol? This cast is heavy and it tends to make my shoulder a little sore." "Sorry, I use aspirin so rarely, I don't keep it around. I would be glad to give you a first class rub down if you have some kinks that need to be rubbed out." "Oh yeah. That is a much better way to take care of the kinks. Rub away." He gave me that prize-winning smile and shucked his shirt. He lay flat on his belly on the bed. I was boning up to think I was going to touch and squeeze this hunk and he was welcoming it. I was still somewhat scared and started to rub him from a position kneeling adjacent to him. That was killing my back so I ventured to ask, "I can do you so much better if I straddle you rather than sit beside you. Will that make you uncomfortable?" "Hell no..." he answered. "Feel free to climb on." I climbed up on his back straddling his butt for easy access. I could feel the ridges of the corduroy pants pressing my skin. As I leaned over and started massaging his shoulders, I could feel shivers of anticipation running from my ears to my groin. My cock was boning badly, but I was hoping he wouldn't notice. I worked slowly and methodically down his shoulders and then from the top to the bottom of his back. I am good at massage and he rewarded me for every knot I found and worked on with moans of pleasure and words of encouragement. I was seriously hard by the time I got to his waistline. "Well...I guess that's your entire back and shoulders" I offered. "Feeling better?" "Don't stop now..." he pleaded. "It is feeling so damned good." "You want me to do your back again? I asked. "No...do the rest of me" What else do you want massaged?" I asked coyly. "Anything you want to massage". His face was in the mattress so I couldn't see his expression. Fortunately, he couldn't see my face either. It was a good thing as it must have been the mask of lust, shock and sexual excitement. I am sure that had me blushing. "Uh...I don't think you mean ANYTHING" I responded. Rolling over and looking me in the eye with that electric smile and those twinkling eyes...he made it clear, "I do mean ANYTHING you want to massage". That was all I needed. I threw caution to the wind and went for broke. Wordlessly I indicated for him to roll over onto his back. He was obviously hard as a rock behind those corduroy surf shorts. His thick dick was leaning left all the way to his left hip. A wet mark at the head made it obvious that he was already dripping pre-cum from the first-rate massage he received. I reached down and took that zipper and started slowly and carefully unzipping this treasure. He had no underwear so I was cautious lest the zipper bite this monster cock. When that zipper went down, the biggest dick I had ever seen or imagined popped out of his pants yearning to be free. It wasn't just long, it was incredibly thick. Initially I just reached down and wrapped my hand around it. He moaned in pleasure. I was amazed at how heavy it was and how thick it was. I have some huge hands, but as I reached around his dick, I was completely unable to touch my fingers around this monster. I later learned that he was a solid eleven inches long and about seven inches around. I looked into those twinkling mischievous baby blue eyes and knew he was ready for more. He leaned up and gently kissed me on the lips. Now this was a bizarre but thrilling experience. His "Flintstone shadow" was rubbing my face, but his lips were soft and talented. It was the best kiss I ever had and in short order, we were doing a tongue-dance and exploring mouths with all the zeal of Lewis and Clark on the west side of the Mississippi. While the kissing was fantastic, that huge dick was dancing in my hand and yearning for attention. I leaned down and started attempting to suck him. I had never done this before, but with the fetish I had for oral sex with my wife, I had little doubt that it wouldn't be even better. Being a man, I knew what would work for me and I transferred that knowledge into a first-rate blow job. There was no doubt how it was making Jim feel. To me it seemed as natural as breathing. As I attempted to take him down my throat, he sucked in air as if it were precious. I was bringing him pleasure and this was bringing me a major thrill to know I could bring him so much enjoyment. He was so big and so incredible and so fucking sweet. "Man you are good. You must have you done this before?" I stopped sucking, "Nope. No dick. Only ate pussy". "You are kidding." Doubt was evident in his voice. "You are a natural. You're damned good....no...damned great. I just offer a word of advice; be careful with your teeth and don't try to take it all down your throat. Nobody ever has. I am just too fucking big". He had cast the gauntlet. For the next couple hours I sucked his dick and balls like a starving man on a Christmas feast. I brought him to one orgasm and after a short rest, managed to get him off yet again. "Are you sure you've never done this?" "Buddy...I am a straight arrow. No, I guess I was a straight arrow. I'm just sucking all the spots on you that I like to be sucked. Men know instinctively how to please men. We do what we enjoy being done to us. I just wish I could get all of your dick into my throat." "Hey, eleven inches is big but let's put some of your fears to rest. First, you have a gorgeous dick yourself. It's thick and beautiful. I know dozens of men who would pay you to plow their ass. Secondly, don't worry about your technique. I've been active plenty in my life. I get sucked more than I get to fuck and nobody has sucked me like you. You, my friend, are a natural. By the way, you've been at this a long time. I bet you have a serious case of blue balls you'd like to relieve. Let me help you get your nut." "You know that's right. I've almost gotten myself off just sucking on you. I mean literally without touching myself. Just enjoying a serious time of worship at the palace of phallus." I grinned with total sex lust. "And what a palace it is!" Jim chuckled at the wit. "What do you have in mind? You want to work on me a while?" I asked. "Buddy, I would love to suck you, but maybe later. I would much rather have you bend me over and fuck me good." There was that hot smile of his. "I bet you're a hot fucker." Wow...never considered fucking a man before. But after touching and kissing and sucking; this was the day to give up all inhibitions. I was so game for getting off. "Wouldn't that hurt? I am not as big as you by a long shot, but this is a lot of beef for a tiny ass to handle. Believe me, I want to get off, but not at the expense of hurting you." "You're so sweet. You are totally into getting your partner off. That's why I want you to fuck me. I don't let everyone in, but with you I know I would enjoy it. It does hurt for a few seconds when the dick goes in, but the pleasure that follows is way greater than the pain. It's like using the restroom. You let go of a healthy load and at times it stretches you out and you look in the shitter and wonder how those logs got past your poor tiny ass, but the feeling is incredible....true?" "Yeah" He had a point. I just didn't want to hurt him. "It's the same feeling with a dick in your ass. You have this big dick rubbing your ass, stretching you, massaging your prostate. I've watched men cum so hard and so many times while I was fucking them that they literally passed out." I could see that Jim wasn't bragging. He was just letting me know what had happened in the past and I completely believed him. "You think I can try that? Getting fucked by you?" The prospect was exciting and frightening both. "Maybe later. I'd love to try, but with no experience being fucked, I am not the one for you to start with virgin boy. I'm big for even an experienced slut." He said smiling. "Believe me. You are totally sexy and I would love to be your first, but I'd be afraid you may walk bowlegged for a week if you managed to get me in you." "Jim, you need to know I'll do anything I can to please you. I do want to fuck your ass hard and long, but sometime, I want to try handling that incredible dick of yours in my ass. I think I've been missing a lot and it's time to make it up." Jim was smiling that killer smile. He was such a sweet guy and a great lover. I was enjoying this weekend more by the minute. I took charge and had him get doggy style on the bed. I started loosening him up with some fingers and spit. At that time, I had no idea of what rimming was or how good it could feel. By the time I had two fingers in him, he was begging me to plow his ass like there was no tomorrow. I was reaching around and playing with that huge 11x7 power rod which was already rock hard again. I was sort of scared as I had never had anal sex with anyone, but I was also totally excited. I teased him relentlessly. I wanted to get him totally aroused and give me time to cool off lest I blow as soon as I was in him. I wanted to make him desperately want me in him. In no time flat his moans turned into ecstatic begging and I knew he was ready. I mounted Jim from behind and eased my dick head into that tiny hole. Jim had the foresight to bring some KY jelly. Even with that applied liberally, I thought the head of my dick would never make it through. He was groaning like it hurt to badly. I was afraid to push harder for fear of hurting him. He totally surprised me when to my shock, he slid back into me forcing my head through his tiny sphincter. I was loving life and nearly blew my load on the spot. I was trying to be considerate of this guy who was making a huge sacrifice for my pleasure. As I started working my shaft in deeper, I realized he wasn't sacrificing anything. He was a veteran who knew what he was doing and he was enjoying sex as much as I was. Giving or receiving, this man was a pro. With my wife, there had been little to no talking during sex. An occasional word of encouragement in a breathy whisper was about the noisiest we got. Jim was not shy. He was verbal and I began to wonder if the neighbors would hear us. As I began to slip in deeper and ream his hot tight ass in long hard strokes, he started turning me on with his words. "You fucking bull...slide in that ass....don't hold anything back...let me feel every fucking thick inch of that fat cock. Give it to me. Use me like your fucking slave boy. Stroke that ass. It is your ass. You pound it as deep and hard as you can." He was obviously getting as much pleasure as I was. I never dreamed an anal invasion could be pleasurable. In short order, I was deep in him. My short curlies were tickling his milky white bubble butt. My nuts were slapping his adorable little ass. My dick was hard as steel. My eyes were rolled back in my head and I was stroking him like a Wimbledon champion. The harder and deeper I slammed, the more he moaned. "Oh fuck..." Jim said. "I am about to blow again." This amazed me as he wasn't touching himself and., other than stroking his ass, I wasn't touching him. I had yet to learn of the wonder toy we all call our "prostate". I was thumping Jim's prostate hard and he was totally turned on. As he started to cum for the third time that night, his ass clenched onto my steel hard rod and put me over the top too. I shot a load inside him so big and intense I actually saw stars and wondered if my chest was going to blow open. I collapsed on his back and we both fell exhausted and amazed to the bed. "Oh my God in heaven....you can fuck like a machine. I want more of that tonight." "Isn't your ass sore? I mean, you seem to really enjoy that, but I'd think your ass'd be throbbing." "You go to the gym...you know what it's like to have soreness after a work out? You hurt, but you hurt good...right?" I nodded. That made sense to me. "You want to see what you are missing? I would love to make love to you tonight. Not all men can take me. Especially as an anal virgin, it will require a lot of patience to take this kind of cock, but once they have had me...not to be pretentious...they can't get enough of me. Like I said earlier. This dick will work your prostate so well you will probably cum a couple times and may even pass out." He wasn't being pretentious. He was just listing what I had to look forward to. I looked in those big beautiful eyes and knew he wasn't kidding. I wanted to do anything he wanted me to do in order to please him. He had shown me pleasures I never dreamed of and I was totally obsessed with that monster-sized dick. "I will try, but I don't know if I can take it. Be ready to stop if I ask you to." I had no intention of asking him to stop. Even if he ripped me a new ass hole. "That is OK buddy." Jim was a patient coach. He showed me how to work his dick in by acting as if I were taking a dump. He was so loving and patient. For all his efforts and his patience and the abundance of lube, I couldn't get that monster past my tiny tight sphincter. He was so gracious. I was almost in tears from the frustration. I wanted to experience him and I wanted to give him the incredible pleasure he had given me. That night we made love countless times. I learned to deep-throat his dick and bring him to one shattering orgasm after another with my mouth and plowing his ass with my dick. What thrilled me was to be able to climb on and pound his ass hard and get him off. He was so sexy on his back. Looking in his eyes and watching the thrill he would get as I plowed him deep and his dick would blow long ropey loads of cum on our chests. God, I loved stroking his incredible tight ass. My experience with Jim lasted the entire weekend. Knowing my wife was about to arrive, Jim offered to share himself with us in a sexual trio. I was intrigued, but feared three things. First, I was afraid that my wife wouldn't go for it and that our marriage might be ruined. Secondly, I was afraid that my wife would go for it and never be satisfied with my dick after having a romp on Jim's 11x7 monster. Last, I feared that after I had Jim again, I might never be satisfied with the frailties of hetero sex. I knew that gay sex was incredibly pleasurable and fulfilling, but wasn't sure that it was OK due to my conservative Southern Baptist background. Sex with a hard-bodied big-dicked man rocked and I was afraid I would never be satisfied with a dickless woman again. Sadly, that was the end of my experience with Jim. I felt convicted that I was outside the vows of my marriage and that I had violated the tenets of my faith in having sex with Jim. I was unwilling to risk hurting my wife emotionally by letting her know I had sex with Jim and she never did find out. I fantasized about Jim and still think of him today. At times I would pretend I was fucking Jim as I rode my wife into one orgasm after another. She thought that she was making the passion burn when in truth; I was imaging that incredibly tight man hole of Jim's. I never touched him or another man for the remainder of my twenty year marriage. I was faithful until the divorce. Since the divorce, I made up for lost time, but that's entirely another matter and another series of stories.