Date: Mon, 23 Feb 2004 10:03:52 -0700
From: Greg Young <afgreg@hotmail.com>
Subject: Air Force Memories 17

Copyright for this story belongs to and remains with the author. I don't
have any major objection to my work being re-distributed, but ASK FIRST!!!

This is a gay adult story with the consequent language and images. If
Homosexuality and/or sexually explicit themes offend you then do not
continue. If these are illegal in your area, then you have my sympathy,
but you proceed at your own risk.

This is a story of the 1950's, and as such the characters are not bound
by the usual dictates of modern society, as sex was fairly safe between
males at that time. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken today with
impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation
and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily.

For obvious reasons the names have been changed, and also the chronology
has been shortened in order to tighten the story up.

I wish to dedicate this to Garth Wells, my mentor, without him this
story would never have been written.  He is a great writer himself and
has given me encouragement and help all through this, my first attempt
at writing.  I also want to acknowledge Pete Brown and Bill Smith whose
stories have given me so much pleasure.

I also need to add my thanks to all those who have written and
encouraged me.

I hope that you will find the following worthwhile.

Air Force Memories 17

After breakfast, I changed into some workout clothes, picked up the
package of dildoes, took a uniform with me and walked up the slope to
the general's headquarters and the gym.

Letting myself in the gym I began to work out and as the workout and the
heat began to get to me, shed clothes until I was just in a sweatsoaked
jockstrap.  I was beginning to get back into shape, but with the heat
and humidity found I could not work out as long as I could in better
weather, so I soon found myself taking a nice cold shower and washing
the sweat from my body.  I was happy that I kept my body shaved as at
least the sweat just rolled down and did not become stay in any hair.
After showering I dressed in my uniform, grabbed the package of dildoes
and went to return them to the general.

As I walked down the hall to the staircase leading to his office, I
noticed that most of the Koreans were also in a rather modified uniform
to help deal with the weather, but was rather shocked when I got to the
generals office and Captain Chang greeted me wearing just a loincloth
which really was just a strip of cloth which covered his cock and balls
and ran up the crack of his ass and wound around him just a bit above
the genital area.  I had seen this on others and never did quite figure
how they put it on, but it did seem to work.
He informed me that the general had told him unless they had important
guests that was his uniform of the day during the hot season, as the
tattoo's showed him to be the generals aide, he told that Col. Choi was
wearing the same uniform.  He knocked on the general's door and
announced me.

I returned the dildoes to the general, thanking him for the loan of
them, he was dressed in a yukata and seemed to be unaffected by the
heat.  He told me he had just received some disturbing news about the
supposed traitor he was holding, and that it did indeed seem he had
given his father information which had been passed on to the North
Koreans during the war.  He needed to verify it and was going down to
see the prisoner and asked if I would join him.  What can you say, but
yes.  He took off the yakata and slipped on a pair of trousers and a
shirt and we went down to the holding area.

The prisoner had been taken out for his morning run and had done his
exercises.  They were doing all they could to maintain his physical
condition at its best.  He had been fed and they were just
spread-eagling him, by stretching his arms and attaching them to chains
from the ceiling and then spreading his legs as far apart as possible
and fastening them to rings in the floor, they had put about a two inch
ball stretcher on his balls and they were forced down in the sack.

The general walked up to him and with one fist slammed it as hard as
possible as he could into the exposed balls of the prisoner and asked
him about the information he supposedly gave his father to pass on.  The
prisoner refused to answer so the general whispered to one of the men in
the room and in a few minutes he returned wheeling a cart, the general
looked at the cart, removed two wicked looking alligator clips and
clipped them on the tits of the prisoner, attaching at least one pound
weights to each clip, the prisoner moaned and spat some Korean words I
did not understand, but could get the meaning by the tone and facial
features that he was calling the general some choice names.  The general
just smiled and had them wheel a narrow table over between the hanging
mans legs.  Taking portable vise from the things brought into the room
he moved over and opening the vise placed the mans balls between the
jaws of the vise and began to tighten up the vise, the mans balls
flattened out between the jaws of the vise and t began to scream, the
general figured he did not want to ruin the balls so he stopped the
tightening and let the vise hang from the balls, but the narrow table
helped to support one end of the vice so that really the whole thing was
not just hanging from the balls, but it still must have been extremely
painful because as the general began to put fishhooks into the foreskin
of the man he passed out.  The general put two fishhooks into the
foreskin and attaching them to a line which went up through a pulley
hanging from the ceiling and was weighted which stretched the mans cock
up, and even if he got hard the weights would still pull and stretch his
cock.  While the man was still passed out the general took a huge butt
plug and shoved it up his ass, seating it firmly. The general gave
orders he was to be brought around and each time he passed out that he
was to be brought around again, also that in an hour another pound
weight was to be added to each nipple clamp.  The man was to be asked
each time he came to, what, how and why he gave his father information
to pass on to the enemy.  He told the men he would return after lunch to
determine what to do next.  I felt sick seeing what was being done to
the poor prisoner and wondered if I would ever understand the workings
of minds that seemed to have no compunction about the use of torture on
their fellow men.

I returned to the gym changed into the workout clothes, and walked back
to the compound, my mind in a whirl and trying to understand what was
really going on.
What had we done in introducing Col. Crane to man sex, had we created
something, or was it always there just waiting for the right time to
come out?  In our all-male environment were we returning the primeval
stage which still retaining some of the trappings of civilization?  What
would happen to us when we returned to the world from which we came?  We
were living in an isolated place, time and space; it could only be hoped
we all would become better people because of it.  Too many questions and
no real answers, life goes on, we adjust, we do, we enjoy, and we feel
pain and loss as well.  I supposed the best thing to do was just go with
the flow and let the future take care of itself and let the past be the
past.  Ha, easier said than done.

I got back and put my uniform in the closet, it could be worn at least
one more time, stripped off my clothes and wiped my body down with the
tee shirt, then put on a cotton flight suit, and went over to have
coffee.   Then back to work, or to sweat it out in the hot box of a
Quonset hut.  The sweat rolled off my body and settled in the groin, I
was more than happy that my body was shaved as some of the sweat rolled
on down my legs, I unzipped the flight suit, and tied the arms loosely
around my waist, so I could hurriedly pull it on if anyone came to the
office.

God, I was tired of the heat and the humidity, would like either to have
a real monsoon season where you do get some winds, and not just warm
rain, or maybe even a typhoon to clear the air.  I  was tired of waking
up on soaked sheets, tired of seeing so many people naked all the time.
Even though 99% of them had good looking bodies, but to be sitting down
and have someone come over to talk and stand with their cock right at
mouth level was a bit much.  What man to man sex going on was not done
in public unless it happened in the showers.  So was disconcerting, and
even more so when one or both suddenly realized that one or both were
sporting steel hardens.  You just rather ignored the cock either
sticking straight out or up against the visitor's lower stomach and
acted as if everything was normal.  When  you knew that nothing was normal.

I had been here almost four full months and my life, outlook and some of
my beliefs had taken a radical change, what else could happen?  Going
with the flow would probably have to suffice.

The week started out the same as so many other's, but at dinner Col.
Crane informed us that he and all the other's except for Brock, who was
still in a cast, and would be charge of the compound.  Padgett as he was
needed to run the orderly room, and myself who was to look out for the
supplies and materials not only on the compound but the Korean base
also, would be going to a conference with the leaders of the Korean Air
Force and the main cabinet ministers.  They would leave on Wednesday and
be back the following Tuesday.

Brock, Padgett and myself were to meet with Col. Crane at 1000 in the
morning for instructions on the various things we would need either to
know or be aware of.

When I had changed from my uniform, which I wore to dinner, I sought out
Alex, and even though it was hot, muggy and rather stifling we went down
to the darkroom and stripping began to make love.  I reached out and
pulled him to me as he took my lower jaw in his hand and pulling my face
to his kissed me long and deep, I could feel his tongue exploring my
mouth, finally I was able to force my tongue into his mouth and the two
tongues dueled in trying for supremacy.

Breaking the kiss, I leaned down and took his right nipple in my mouth,
I laved, kissed and sucked on it until I could tell it was erect, and
then moved to do the same to the left nipple.  When both were erect,
Alex pushed me away and began to lick my armpits and then moved down to
drill his tongue in my navel.  He used his tongue to lick the sweat from
my body as he moved upwards to my nipples and taking them in his hands,
twisted and stretched them as he kissed and sucked on my neck.  Our
bodies were becoming slick from the sweat and we were sliding over each
other.

Alex, spun me around and the next thing I knew he was spreading my legs
and licking my ass crack, paying particular attention to the hole, he
stiffened his tongue and dove it into the asshole and then kissed and
sucked me until my opening was giving way and beginning to take on a
life of its own.  Pushing me down so that my body was leaning against
the counter he shoved his cock into me, I had a twinge of pain, but
knowing that tonight and tomorrow may be the last times I could have him
for a week, I was content just to feel him moving around in my anal
channel.   He alternated between short and long strokes, between slow
and fast and was doing his best to hit my prostate everytime.
He soon had me ready to climb walls, but grabbed my balls and squeezing
them while pulling them down caused my cock to go soft.  He continued
his assault on me as he sucked and kissed my neck and bit my shoulder.
There was no way that someone would not know what had gone on if they
were interested, I had hickeys and lovebites on my neck and upper back,
but I did not care, Alex put them there.

He pumped in and out of me and then pulling out of me, pulled me away
from the counter and he leaned over it using his hands to spread his
ass.  I knelt on the floor and lovingly lick and kissed his asscrack and
hole before inserting my hard cock up his ass.
I wanted this to last so was taking slow strokes, but he kept pushing
his ass back and saying "harder, fuck me and do it hard and fast", I
still moved slow and he reached behind and grabbed my balls and pulled
me forward, saying do it fast or I will use your balls to set up a tempo
as a squeeze them for you.  That was enough for me and I began to pile
drive in and out of his ass.  He loved it and tossed his head crying
"yes, oh yes", I bent down and kissed the back of his neck and nibbled
at each of his ears.  I was about to come and told he so, and said "do
it", so I shoved my cock all the way in and as the spurts began leaned
down and bit hard on his right shoulder.  As my cock shot its load and
began to soften he stood up, pushed me away and cleaned my cock.  Then
pushing me back to the counter he proceeded to fuck me until he came.
We were one slick sweaty mess, but knew we could take a shower, for what
little good it did.  We stood and kissed and rubbed our hands over each
other's bodies, feeling each and every crevice and trying to make our
bodies as one.  Our cocks were pressed together and we could feel them
begin to swell, in one accord we slid to the floor and arranged
ourselves so that we were cock to mouth and each began to kiss and suck
the others engorged cock.  He kissed and ran his tongue around my
cockhead, pushing his tongue under my foreskin and then moving on down
the shaft.  I kissed and sucked him and went for his balls, sucking and
licking them.  We writhed and loved each other's cocks until finally we
were able to come together and I was awarded with the sweet tasting
essence of my love.

I pulled on my shorts and he put on his kilt and we got towels etc., and
went to the showers, they were crowded so we hung our stuff up and sat
on the bench waiting for showerheads to open up, there were several
others before us so we chatted, mostly about nothing, and watched the
people come and go.  We noticed that more than one was sporting hickeys
and lovebites, and that some of the cocks looked like ours a little red
and swollen and worse for wear, so we were not the only ones who were
going to be separated.  I thought it would be interesting to know which
of the officers had airmen boytoys, as only the officer's would be gone
and so there was no reason for the airmen who had liaisons to be getting
together now.  I also wondered where they had found the areas to have
their trysts, as we could certainly use some others.

We finally were able to get into the shower and got ourselves cleaned,
and felt much better.  Alex insisted on shaving me as he said it would
be a week until he was back and if I did not find someone to do it I
would regret it.  I did not tell him that several of the airmen would be
glad to shave me as I gave them good head, and if I really liked them
would occasionally allow them to fuck me.  He took his time and really
made sure that there was no stubble and that the shave should last for a
while.  We dried, dressed and taking our stuff went to the club for a
drink.  We sat on the screened porch in hopes of finding a breeze, but
all we got was hot and sweaty, oh well the best laid plans.

Leaving the club about 2100 we went back to go to bed and try to sleep
in the heat, which was mainly tossing and turning and trying to find a
dry spot on the bed.  I finally got up, went over to the supply
building, got another set of sheets and put one on the bottom, then I
took the other and walked down to the shower and held it under the cold
water tap, wrung it out and took it back and put it over me.  It cooled
me down briefly, but soon was bone dry, but not before I had fallen into
a fitful slumber.

The next day was horrible with the hot, humid, sweltering and stifling
heat, plus the fact the sky was an unhealthy color.  At noon the colonel
informed everyone that a major storm was to hit sometime during the
night or in the early morning, therefore; they would have to leave that
afternoon, everyone going was to be on the flight line by 1400 and they
would load and leave.

That night we got a wind and with it the storm, the wind rattled the
buildings and drove the rain into the barracks wherever it could find a
crack to do so, the only saving grace was it cooled things down.  The
wind and rain of the monsoon continued all through Wednesday and as it
was a rather warm rain, we moved around outside naked, taking clothes
with us to the mess hall to put on after drying off, and then wrapping
them back up for the dash back to the barracks, I do not know how the
airmen did, but none ever complained about anything.

Thursday afternoon the monsoon moved out, and the temperature shot up
and it was even worse than before.  Since the colonel was gone and the
weather was so bad Brock and Padgett had issued a dress order that
through dinner on Monday, the only dress requirement would be something
to cover the genital area while eating, other than that anything goes
until Tuesday morning when the colonels requirements would again be in
place.

After dinner on Friday, the weather was still extremely sultry and
oppressive it seemed as if the air was really pressing in on us.  As I
was going over to the club after dinner, Tony caught me and said be sure
and sit on the porch where you can look to the north, things gonna
happen.  I got my drink and then since there were very few in the club
could get a table with a good view through the screen of the lower part
of the compound.  About a half-hour later I noticed a commotion going on
down by the barber shop and then could tell that several of the airman
had Nick Ford and were dragging him to the barber shop.  Oh, Oh it was
going to happen this weekend; the prima donna was going to get his.

Later I could see them dragging him by his arms over to the latrine, and
one was carrying a bucket and a package, after about a half an hour they
came out and by grabbing his balls forced him to run to the shower
room.  I could hear Nick's muffled cries of anger and rage as they
forced him along and to the showers.  Their plan would now work with the
brass being out of the way for the weekend, and knowing that none of the
three of us officers left would interfere unless something happened to
cause physical damage to Ford.  The men with the struggling man were
leading him to the showers and his lessons in respectfulness and in
treating people decent.  All the men had long since shed their clothes
and I could see hard and throbbing cocks on many as they entered into
the showers just beneath where I was sitting.

I waited a few minutes and then made my way down the stairs to the
shower, as I entered I could hear Kestitus telling Nick he would be
milked of all juices and that he was going to be the boytoy for all of
the men in the compound who wanted him and for as many times as they
wanted, whether for revenge or just lust that they had built up for
him.  They told him he would be released sometime Sunday night or Monday
morning.

He had been dragged into the main shower room and decided to shut him up
with a flurry of fists, and feet that soon stopped his grouching.  He
was soon flat on his back on the cold concrete floor surrounded by
everyone in the shower room. There was a barrage of kicks and blows to
his strong body, a couple of large feet stamped down on his crotch and
ground down hard, enjoying the cry of pain from his mouth.  He was
kicked hard, rolling him on his stomach, where he was again beaten.
After about ten minutes he was told to get up on hands and knees,
spreading his legs, and stays there unless he wanted another beating.

When he was on all fours Kestitus and the rest formed a line behind his
spread legs.  Kestitus said that since they did not have a football
field they all missed kicking field goals.  Panic flooded Nick's body as
he realized that the only balls available were those hanging between his
legs, and remembered that field goals were kicked from a running start.
Kestitus was the first and Nick could hear the mans feet stomping across
the floor, and then he saw stars in front of his eyes and his throat let
out a scream of pain as the foot hit his low hanging balls.  His cries
and yelps echoed in the shower room as one after the other each man
kicked his balls as if they were kicking for the super bowl. Kestitus
got bored with the sound of Nick yelling and swung his knee into his
face and then as Nick gasped for breath he rammed his cock into Nick's
mouth and throat.

Seeing this the others cheered and continued to kick for the super
bowl.  Nick was now dripping with sweat and his body shaking as pain ran
through every part and bewildered his mind.  Before the last one had
made his kick for glory his brain was numb and his balls had taken on a
beautiful crimson glow that was now turning into a deep and angry purple.

Kestitus had not really taken advantage of the mount wrapped around his
cock, he had just kept it warm and wet and stopped Nick's yells while
the other's place kicked the balls.  Kestitus pulled his cock out of the
struggling mouth and made Nick get into a kneeling position and get
ready to be really opened up.

Nick's battered and shuddering body wobbled around as he knelt before
Kestitus cock.

Kestitus slapped him hard across the face and then moved behind him so
that he could hold Nick's in position as the men geared up to fuck his
mouth and throat.  His head being held in a vise like grip decided his
fate for him, he had made it clear he would never go down on anyone, but
now he knew he had no choice.  Another set of hands reached out,
grabbing him and forcing his jaw open, and even before the jaw was
locked into place a thick, hard and dripping cock was forced clear to
the back of his mouth.  He gagged and coughed for air and in an effort
to expel the cock.  No such luck, the man was not going to give up and
as Nick coughed again he slammed his hips into his chin.  In that
instant Nick's throat spasmed as the cock ripped into his throat,
stretching it beyond what Nick thought possible.  The man mashed and
really fucked that mouth, getting rid of all the frustration that Nick
had given him with his teasing ways, and now it was his turn to learn
that you did not play with your fellow airmen unless you planned on
finishing what you started.

The guy fucked like a wild beast at Nick's face mashing his balls until
they ached from hitting Nick's chin.  Nick was almost passing our when
with a loud groan and ferocious thrust of his hips the guy filled Nick
with a hot and sticky load that clung and warmed Nick's throat as it
made its way to his stomach.  Even before the last ropy strands left the
guys cock another was being forced into Nick's mouth. This new one had a
thicker cock than the first and as he attacked the mouth before him he
poured out a stream of abuse making Nick's downfall even more
prominent.  He pounded away at the throat spreading it wider as he
forced every inch of himself in, until Nick had it all down to the base
where the pubic hairs itched Nick's nose.  After he was done it became
another line, but instead of kicking field goals it was sinking the punt
and forcing Nick to accept more and more.

After nearly two hours Nick had been forced to stretch and open up his
throat for an ever increasing display of cocks which seemed to get
bigger with each one entering his mouth.

Next in line were his barrack mates and as they stepped up to him they
all had that depraved look of glee that meant they were really going to
work him over.  Some of these men had longer and thicker cocks than
those he had already taken, and he struggled to get away, but knew it
was useless as they could tear him to pieces.  The first one just stood
there until Nick looked up and they locked eyes, Nick's were pleading
but the man ripped every inch of his cock into Nick.  Nick's eyes nearly
popped out when he saw the mans crotch come crashing into his face, but
there was no way out.  The man fucked the mouth for ages until as all
before he let out a roar and flooded Nick's mouth and throat with hot
sticky sperm.  He had taken so many loads that it seemed they just slid
down his throat in to his now full stomach.

The men all fucked their loads into Nick's mouth and throat and as the
last one shot his thick creamy load it was obvious that Nick's stomach
was clearly swelling from the ample loads he had been forced to take
from all the men.  The only ones left were the ones from Kestitus
barracks and Tony, they attacked Nick with even more anger and glee for
the way he had treated Kestitus.  Each one sent load after hot load into
Nick's stomach.  The only ones left were Kestitus and Tony.  Kestitus
just walked up to the dripping mouth and yanked Nick's head into his
crotch sending all of his monster cock into Nick with one brutal
thrust.  Gasping as he realized that Nick's lips were locked in place
around the base of his cock, he held still until Nick's face was beet
red from the lack of air, then backing off only to resink every inch
back down that throat again.  He did this for endless time until Nick
was limp and then he shot his hot sperm into Nick's throat.  Then Tony
did the same, and when he finally came he kicked Nick over causing him
to fall flat on his back, which made his overly full stomach ripple and
make gurgling noises from the loads it was holding from nearly fifty
men.  Nick had been beaten and had sucked off everyman in the shower
room but with a sinking feeling he seemed to sense that there was a lot
more in store for him.

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