Date: Fri, 23 Nov 2001 01:41:47 -0800 (PST)
From: Southern Deep Impact <southerndeepimpact@hotmail.com>
Subject: Air Force Encounters

This is a true account of my first and only gay
encounters.  I'd love to know how many others there
are like myself who have had this experience in the
past and now only fantasize about it after leading
otherwise "normal" lives since.

Copyright 2001 Souther Deep Impact.  All Rights Reserved.


I have had, I think (I was drunk often) FOUR gay
encounters.

I was in Florida, in the Air Force in the early 80's
(my early 20's).

The first encounter completely freaked me out, but
really set the stage for the others.  At the time, I
was crashing after a wild drunken party at a lesbian
couple's apartment.  They were pretty cool, and I
often slept over.  They would "retire" to their room
and I would crash on the couch.  One night, they had
some of their gay friends over for a party and I and
one of the gay friends crashed in the living room
while they went to their room.  I just about passed
out on the couch, but I occasionally opened one eye to
see what Scott was doing on the other couch.  Eye
open: see Scott on couch.  Eye open: see Scott on
couch. etc.  But then, I took a look, and Scott wasn't
on the couch.  He was lying on the floor next to MY
couch.  Yikes!  I pretended to be asleep, and next
thing I knew, Scott was on the couch, on top of me,
working down towards my crotch.  He opened me up and
gave me a blowjob that I still remember to this day.
Next morning, I pretended like I remembered nothing
and left and went back to my dorm on base.


At that time, guys were boarded two to as many as
four in a room.  This is not basic training where
everyone is in one large open bay-room.  This is a
duty assignment, and the dorms are pretty much like
college dorms.  In my case, two to a room.

I'm not exactly a party-animal.  I like to go drinking
at the NCO club, but then I generally come home and go
to bed.  But Bill (my room-mate) was quite the
opposite.  He came home late, drunk, often.  And as
often as not, not alone.  We both drank pretty heavily
(hey, we're in the military, with free-money and
nothing else to do), and I was usually passed-out
before he got home.  He would come home with some
bimbo he had picked up at some club, and I'd wake up
to see the silohette of the two of them against the
backdrop of the only window in the room.  Her on top,
him on top, doggie style... whatever.  At least a few
times I woke up to find an orgy going on - several
guys and gals getting it on on the bed, the floor, in
the hall, the bathroom... you name it.  But I never
got involved.  I dunno why.  It would have been easy
to slip out onto the floor and grabbed the nearest
wench in the near total darkness and have at it.  But
I didn't.  I either feigned (or was actually) passed
out, and just slept it off.

One night, after a particularly drunken dorm party, I
awakened to find Bill was actually lying beside me in
my bed.  The memory is kind of confused because I was
quite drunk.  But I know for sure that he either
jerked me off, or blew me while I was laying there
half-asleep.  When he was done, I faked "waking up" by
rolling and "falling out of the bed."  I acted like I
noticed nothing and staggered off to the bathroom.
When I came back, Bill was in his own bed and already
snoring.

You have NO idea what effect that had on me.  From
that point on, I was consumed by the fantasy of Bill
just fucking the shit out of me in every way
conceivable.  And I set out to make it happen.  I took
to falling asleep on TOP of the covers, with nothing
on.  For weeks, nothing.  Then one night, he stumbles
in quite drunk.  I'm more than a bit tipsy myself.
Next thing I know, he's laying on the bed beside me
again.  This time I am quite aware of him jerking me
off.  But this time, I am also ready.  Again, I fake
"sleep" (lying with my butt UP) but at the same time,
I make sure that the jar of vaseline that I have laid
next to my pillow is plainly visible.  There's a
pause, in which I'm not sure WHAT he is doing.
There's no sound.  Then, I feel something pushing
gently between by ass cheeks.  I CANNOT beleive this
is happening, and I sure as hell can't beleive that I
actually set it up!  But the deed is done now, and
there's no backing out.  Next thing I know he's
probing around with that dick, looking for my asshole.
 He finds it and presses.  Just a bit.  I start to
feel my asshole widen to accept him in.  I'm almost
panicing now.  What the hell have I done?  Can I stop
it now?  But before I can decide what to do, he pushes
one good push and he's IN.  There's no turning back
now.  He pushes ALL THE WAY in - to the hilt.  Its
painful, but not so painful that I don't find myself
immediately enjoying the "full" feeling.  And the
imagination runnning wild in my head is even greater.
I'm impaled, under the weight of his much larger body.
 He's between my legs so I can't close them - they are
held permanently apart giving him full access to by
ass.  He begins thrusting.  Eventually, he falls over
against my back and I'm now supporting his entire
weight on my back and ass.  He is thrusting wildly and
deeply and I'm absolutely helpless to resist.  Sure, I
could make a major scene and yell STOP - but frankly,
I didn't WANT him to stop.  He fucked and fucked my
asshole until I thought I was gonna pass out.  But I
didn't.  Wave after wave of this completely new
sensation poured over every inch of my back and ass,
and I was on the verge of passing out myself when he
came.  I could feel the warmth of his cum, but deep
inside me.  After he came, he lay with his whole
dead-weight on my back.  I was pressed into the bed,
immovable, inescapable, while he slept there, with his
dick still in my ass.  I can't beleive how "dreamy"
the sensation was - and I fell asleep there too.  When
I awoke, he was gone (in his own bed).

I knew I couldn't let that be the last of it.  Over
the next months, I arranged several more such
encounters.  One of my favorites was when he showed up
drunk one night, but not so drunk that he didn't know
what he was doing.  I like that best.  It started out
as me almost taking advantage of his condition to get
what I wanted.  But this time, he was not so drunk
that I didn't get it without him knowing full well
what he was doing.

I was "asleep" on my bed, again, but this time on my
back with my head near the edge of the bed.  He has to
walk past the head of my bed to get to the bathroom.
And when he did, he stopped and turned my direction
(I'm peeping just a little bit through my closed
eyes).  He turns and goes on to the bathroom, and I
hear the shower come on.  Later, as he comes back past
my bed, he again turns my way, but this time he is
completely naked.  The past encounter had been
doggie-style ass fucking.  So I had never actually
SEEN his dick before, up close.  But this time I did.
I got a real close look at it because he was standing
right next to my bed with this thing pointing, yes
pointing, at my face.  It was enormous.  All I'd ever
seen was my own, which was about 5" when fully erect.
This was at least a good 8 inches long, but slender.
Not much bigger around than my own - just much longer.
 It was perfectly shaped.  No odd curve, no rounded
bubble-shaped head - just a smooth, straight, slender
arrow with a nicely pointed head (if you have ever
seen Peter North's member, you know what I'm seeing).
Anyway, he takes a step closer to my bed - looking at
me carefully to see if I'm "asleep" and perhaps close
enough to see if he can smell alcohol.  He can, and I
appear to be quite passed out.  So he steps closer.
Now, his dick is actually hanging (standing) over my
face.  He takes his hand and presses the tip of it
down until it just barely touches my lips.  I remain
absolutely still.  He presses a bit more and begins to
rub the head of his dick back and forth across my
lips.  Now I make my move.  I move just a bit, turning
a bit more towards him, and let my lips part a little
bit, as if I'm breathing through my mouth.  The head
of his dick is still resting on my lips, but
motionless.  Now he begins to push it into my mouth.
I feel the soft head pressing my lips apart and
starting to wrap themselves around it.  All the while,
I'm laying there fully awake but pretending to be
asleep.  I'm thinking "this is it.  The point of no
return.  If he pushes that thing into my mouth, I'm
officially giving head."  And he does.

With a little thrust, he pops the whole head of his
dick into my mouth.  My lips offer no resistance at
all - just spread apart by the thrust of this shaft,
they open wide and let this monster in.  Again, Bill
stops and remains motionless for a while.  I'm lying
there, with this dick in my mouth and just wondering
where does it go from here?  Well, I found out where
it was going!  He begins to push in and out.  His head
is so soft.  I feel the rim of it rubbing on the roof
of my mouth and my tongue.  In and out, slowly, just a
little bit.  I notice that there's a little bit of
some fluid coming out of the tip.  It has a somewhat
bitter taste, but not at all unpleasant.  In and out,
he continues this for a couple of minutes.  By now,
his thrusts are reaching the back of my throat.
There's a little bit of an urge to gag, but I manage
to supress it.  But there is another problem.  In this
position, he's "shooting" straight at the back of my
mouth, but not down my throat.  He can't "turn the
corner" in this position, and by now, I definately
want him to turn the corner.  I have to take a risk.
I am going to have to move, but there's no way I can
do it while continuing to feign sleep.  If I move, I'm
going to have to let him know that I am fully aware of
what's happening.  If I don't move, it's gonna end
here pretty much.  But I want this thing down my
throat.  I'm looking at pubic hair that I desperately
want to bury my nose in.  So, I make the move.  Still
laying on my back, I move back a bit, then move up a
bit so my head is tipping over the edge of the bed.
Sure enough, he follows to the new position and
immediately goes back to the back of my mouth.  His
dick is as large around as my mouth, so I'm opening as
wide as I can to keep my teeth off his shaft.
Soon, he's probing at the back of my throat again.  He
stops, and slowly pushes.  My throat expands to allow
him in, and he goes in another inch or two.  And
stops.  At this point, I can still breath, so he rests
there for a few minutes.  I notice now that he is
gently carressing the sides and back of my head.  He's
holding my head in place while he fucks my mouth!  I
discovered, now, that there is a SECOND opening that
his head has to pass through.  THis one is a good bit
tighter than than the back of my mouth.  It's also
farther down.  I don't know what it is, but it's a
tight muscle much like spinchter of my asshole.  It
takes a good bit of pushing to force through it.  And
when it does, it does so with a slight "pop" - not the
noise, but the sudden breaking-through when the head
passes through and recloses behind it.  It's now
firmly held in my throat.

But Past this point, I also cannot breath.  I push him
back a bit so the head pops back out of that opening,
back into the back of my mouth.  I get a BIG breath
and then pull him back in.  Again, it pops through and
squeezes tight behind it.  This is also a bit more
uncomfortable.  I can't breath, and stretching this
muscle opening makes it sore.  But I pull him in
farther anyway.  There's still a good 3 inches of dick
that hasn't entered yet, and I desperately want those
pubes resting on my face and I want those balls to
rest on my face also.  I pull in more, but I'm running
out of breath.  I push out, get a breath, and pull
back in.  But I don't have much time between breaths
so this time I pull ALL the way in!  Because I'm
laying on my back, his balls are now resting on my
eyes, and the base of his shaft rests on the underside
of my nose.  He goes wild now, and I just lay there.
With him thrusting in and out, forcefully, I begin to
have trouble suppressing the gag reflex.  But it
hardly matters because my throat is completely plugged
- there's nothing coming up any way it goes.
So I just pull him in and out and take all 8 inches of
that rod in and out, from the tip to the base.

I can't suppress the noise of my gagging, but it
doesn't matter - he can't hear me over his own load
groaning now anyway.  One last time, I pull him out,
get a breath, and pull him back all the way in.  This
time, I hold him in tightly and move my head about and
constrict my throat muscles as much as I can.  When he
comes, I feel it all deep inside.  It's warm, seems
almost hot.  But I can't taste any of it.  I pull him
out so the last few squirts can come inside my mouth.
His semen is kind of pungent, slightly bitter tasting,
but not at all unpleasant.

Besides, in this horny condition of mine, it wasn't
the taste of cum, but the fact of cum.  I was eating
cum, and a large amount of it too.  I never come come
this much, but Bill has one huge blast deep in my
throat, and several more, smaller ones in my mouth
that fill it nearly up anyway.  Cum is squeezing
around his shaft and coming out of my lips, pooling on
my chin, and cheeks.  He continues shallow thrusts,
pushing some of the come into the back of my throat
where I really have no choice but to swallow it.  But
that's what I wanted anyway.  He remains there, now,
motionless for a minute or two.  I wish I could see
what I look like, laying there, with a huge dick
pressed all the way into my face, gently caressing
this guys balls and thighs.

There were other encounters later, with other guys.
One of them during one of Bill's orgy parties.  At the
next such party, I slipped out of bed and on top of
some chick (I never knew who), and she didn't care
either.  I didn't fuck her, I just laid on top of her
and sucked on her nipples.  I have a pretty good idea,
(almost sure) who it was because the size of her
breasts was enormous, and the Air Force ejects
overweight people with frightful efficiency.  This
girl had enourmous breasts, and I knew who she must
have been and she was discharged from the AF not too
long after this event.  It's sad because she was not
at ALL overweight, she just had these huge tits.  But
as I laid there in the pitch dark, someone started
groping me from behind.  With both hands on my hips,
they could not tell who I was (or even what sex).  But
as this guy groped me, the girl under me moaned and
whimpered.  I'm not sure, but it seemed that this guy
assumed that he was on top of the girl he heard!
We're all drunk and it's pitch black - who could tell?
As I felt his dick probing around, I directed it to my
asshole.  As soon as he started pounding me, I entered
and pounded this girl under me.   I can remember
thinking "He thinks he's fucking this chick, and in
fact he's fucking my asshole."  Shit, the knowledge of
that sent me over the edge.  I filled this gals cunt
with as much cum as this guy filled my ass with.


After I got out of the Air Force, I never saw any of
these people again, and I've never really had any such
encounters since.  16 years later, I'm married with
several children and a great wife who doesn't
understand (but enjoys participating anyway) in my
ass/dildo fantasies.  If only she knew.


Southern Deep Impact <southerndeepimpact@hotmail.com>