Date: Mon, 29 Mar 2004 12:53:04 -0700
From: Greg Young <afgreg@hotmail.com>
Subject: Air Force Memories 20

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 20

I was still trying to figure out the general's strange behavior as I
walked in the gate and really was not looking when I ran right into
Colonel Crane and almost knocked him over.

I grabbed at him we both teetered for a moment until we gained our
footing.  He looked at me and said "Lt. Young you will pay for that, see
me in may room in one hour and be naked when you knock on my door."
God, after the session with the general and blowing two loads of cum I
did not know if I had anything left to give anyone.  I quickly got my
towel and raced to the showers to get the sweat and smell of the session
with the general off my body and to check for any stray stubble on my
body, fortunately I did not find any.  I wrapped the towel around me and
went back to my bed where I read until it was time to walk out and
around to the colonels door.

With all that had gone on I did not feel one bit self conscious about
walking around the compound nude, in fact I think the majority of the
men were beginning more comfortable naked than dressed.  Clothes seemed
so confining and only seemed to exacerbate the heat, humidity and
sultriness of the air.  It was not so much exhibitionism as being
comfortable, and it seemed all of us were becoming quite comfortable
with our bodies, at least I knew I was and no longer cared if I was
dressed or not outside of working hours.

Knocking on the door, it was quickly opened and Crane reached down and
grabbed my balls and pulled me in the room, closing the door behind
him.  I saw Alex standing by the bed, and knew I was in for it.  Both
Crane and Alex were nude sporting their great hardon's and looking at me
with all sorts of evil in their eyes.  Oh, God what has happened ran
through my mind.  Crane set me at ease when he said they had been
looking forward to action with me for over a week, and could wait no
longer.  I relaxed somewhat, but was still a little apprehensive.

Crane pulled me over by my balls to his bed which had been placed in the
center of the room and pushed me down on my back.  He pressed his mouth
to mine and began to kiss me as Alex began taking my toes into his mouth
and sucking on them.  This had never happened to be before and was
beginning to send me into orbit, especially when Crane moved his mouth
and hands to my already over sensitive nipples and began toying with
them.  As Crane moved down my body, Alex moved up, kissing and sucking
on my legs, the back of the knees and as Crane stuck his tongue in my
navel, Alex began to kiss my right thigh and gently tease the left one.
By this time my cock was as hard as it had ever been and I was tossing
on the bed in sexual frustration.  Alex raised one leg and ran his
tongue up my ass to kiss and suck at the rosebud of my asshole as Crane
licked my balls. Then lowering my leg they each took one side of my cock
and began to nibble and kiss their way from the ball sack to the head,
and pulling the foreskin back ran their tongues around my swollen and
sensitive head, causing me to hump the air for relief, they moved up and
down the shaft of my cock and at times would kiss over it and then go
back to their kissing and licking, at the same time they were pulling my
ball sack down as far as they could which gave me both pain and
pleasure.  When I thought I would cum they stopped and moved back to
what they had originally been doing only changing places, this time Alex
worked my upper body and Crane administered to my legs, moving down one
and then working on the foot while Alex was teasing my nipples, pits and
navel.  Crane finished sucking the toes of one foot and moved to the
other and then began to work his way up my leg.  Alex had now moved from
one side to the other and was working his back and forth between my
tits. When Crane reached the junction of my legs he raised them, dove
his face and tongue into my ass and began his magic on my hole, then
without warning he shoved his fat cock into my ass.  Apparently there
had been some sign between the two for as Crane's cock entered my ass,
Alex pushed his cock into my mouth and to my throat, his balls were
bouncing on my nose as he shot his cock in and out of my mouth.  The two
finally synchronized their movements so that as one cock went in the
other came out.

Between the two of them they were driving me crazy wanting to explode my
own cock, but they managed to be able to stop me by either pulling my
ball sack down or one of them would suck my cock into his mouth and then
begin biting, especially around the head.  This caused me to deflate in
a hurry.  They took their time and then abruptly they both pulled out.
They began to work my body over again and brought me to the peak then
denying me the pleasure they changed places and as Alex fucked my ass,
Crane fucked my face.  This time they kept it up until they both came.
Crane's cum tasted sweet and was hot and thick, and I could tell Alex
was pumping his into me by the way his cock was throbbing in my ass.  I
cleaned Crane's cock and then Alex brought his up for me to get the
remnants of his cum and my ass juice off.  As I slowly sucked and licked
his cock, Crane was sucking my balls into his mouth and rolling them
with his tongue.  Alex pulled his cock from my mouth and leaned down to
kiss me deep and long as his hand slowly moved my foreskin up and down
on my swollen cockhead.

They began to again kiss and lick at my cock, one on each side and to
flick their tongues on the head, but never letting me get close to
cumming, then just as I thought I could take no more they slowly jacked
me off and my jizz spurted in hot spurts onto my face, chest, stomach
and dripped down the cock shaft to me balls.  I do not know how many
spurts came, and was surprised after the workout the general had given
me that I had anything left in my balls.  The two of them now began to
lick my body clean of the cum I had sprayed out, and I lay there
exhausted from the sexual high I had been on.

But they were not through with me.  After we had rested for a while and
Crane had given us a scotch to drink they were ready for more.  This
time Alex fucked my face and Crane my ass until each shot another load
into me.  This took them about forty-five minutes as it was the second
time for each, and by the time
they shot, both my jaws and ass were sore from the pounding they had taken.

They then took turns, licking and sucking my ass to make me feel better,
but this only inflamed me so that I wanted more, so to humor me they
took turns sticking a finger or two or three up my ass and fucking me
that way, they hit my prostate and before I knew it my cock was hard and
throbbing again, I didn't know which one was playing with my ass as I
shot another weak load of cum and it sort of just slid down my cock
shaft.  The fingers were withdrawn from my ass and Crane licked me
clean.  After this we rested for a while and then Crane decided we
should take a shower, Alex and I got our towels and met Crane outside
the barracks and the three of us walked over and down the stairs to the
shower.

The showers were busy and there was a lot of steam, even with the heat
we enjoyed the steam as it cleansed the pores of our bodies.  Through
the steam I could make out some of the men I had seen at Nick's party,
and though I was never sure I thought I saw a couple of them fucking
someone standing against the wall.  The steam and the dim lights there
made it hard to tell as we waited for some of them to leave.  When four
of them came out to dry off, we moved into the showers and found three
heads together so that we could buddy up and do the backs of each
other.  I did not mind that, but they kept sticking fingers up my ass,
as they knew the steam was obscuring much of what was going on.  We
finally turned the cold water on and rinsing went to dry off.  We had
only brought towels and ditty bags, so we walked naked back up the
stairs. Then we returned to our quarters and I for one fell on my bed
exhausted and hoped for a good nights rest.

The next few days were uneventful, I still worked out at the gym and one
day asked Song-San about the prisoner, as I had noticed his room was
empty.  I was informed that he had been sent down into the base and
given a room where he was forced to service the men stationed there and
would be brought back once it had been determined that each man had used
him at least once, as they had to sign a book when they went into his
room.  Until all had used him he would stay there, Song-San had heard
that some were using other's names, so that they could keep him longer
and when they tired of him would use their own names so he could be sent
back to the general.  It seemed he had given them some trouble at first,
but by working on his balls and using electric shots through his
nipples, cock, balls and ass, plus using the vise on his nuts and
tightening it when he refused to suck it broke his resistance down.  It
appears that before he caved in they had used the vise several times
until he passed out, and then released the jaws, they did not want to
destroy his testicles, at least not now.

The general seemed busy with his aides and I did not see much of him, he
came down to watch me work out on the rings a few times, smiled and said
I was getting back to where I was and left.  I was really in a quandary
about his attitude toward me.  There had not been a chance for me to get
together again with Alex, but after my last sexual workout was glad of
the time to recuperate.

On Saturday, it dawned hot and muggy, and right after breakfast three
trucks pulled into the compound to load the people up going to the beach
for the day.  Some of the cooks were staying to fix a lunch to bring and
then they would trade places with those there, who would come back to
prepare dinner.  Since Brock was still in his cast he and Padgett
elected to stay and watch out for things, also we had to leave one
communications person who could not be spared.  Brock and Padgett were
shown how to fire the heaters for the hot water for the showers and the
drivers bringing in the water would bring lunch to us and change with
some drivers at the beach.  That way almost everyone would get at least
a half-day at the beach.

Most of the men were in shorts when they climbed in the trucks, all of
us had towels and most of us had deck shoes on.  It was a hot dusty ride
and we were glad to see the ocean.

We piled out of the trucks, which were left to be guarded by six Korean
MP's, two to a truck, which the colonel had talked the general into
loaning us.

Most of us stripped down to swim in the ocean; however, we had some
newcomer's who still did not feel that comfortable, so they kept their
swimwear on.  Someone got a flag football game going and the first one
was between the officers and airmen.  They had thought this out as they
brought twine to be tied around your waist and colored cloth to be
tucked in on each side.  Red for the officer's and blue for the airmen.
The airmen beat us quite handily.  Even though looking at all the men,
we all looked fit, as no one was fat or flabby it was apparent that the
airmen were in much better shape.  Later they played again two airmen
teams and the score was quite close.  Colonel Crane in talking to some
of us said maybe he ought to get a physical training program set up for
the officer's, which elicited groans from all.

It was enjoyable swimming and watching so many bronzed healthy bodies
cavorting without a care in the world on the sand and in the ocean, they
were young and exuberant and enjoyed each other.  Several time one would
tackle another and they would roll in the sand and then run into the
surf to wash and continue their horseplay.

The cooks brought us a good lunch and many of us just dozed after
eating.  There was a breeze coming from the ocean and it was the most
comfortable many us had been for a long time.

Finally it was time to return, and I was surprised to see few of the men
putting any clothes back, on most of them including all of the officers
just grabbed their towels and shorts and climbed back up to the trucks
and got in, most used their towels and shorts to put on the benches as
they were hot from sitting in the sun all day.

Since everyone wanted to hit the showers the colonel set up a rotation,
having the men go by their barracks and to even things out he started
with #2, followed by 4, 1 & 3 with the officers going last.  He
suggested that the men give the ones in the shower a half-hour before
going down for their turn, and since it was just 1630 there was plenty
of time to shower and still eat as dinner would not be served until 1800.

As I went in the barracks I stopped to talk to Dick Brock, and could not
help but notice that his nipples were red and puffy and his cock looked
used, I looked over at Joe Padgett and he was much in the same condition
and both of them had hickeys on their bodies.  So I asked if they had
been busy, they said not really, as there was nothing to do, I told them
they had best straighten up their beds as both of them looked well used
and walked on down to get stuff ready to go to the shower.  Finally at
1800 the officers filed down to shower, the airmen were on their way to
eat and paid no notice to the file of naked men going to get clean.

There was still plenty of hot water and we had a good bit of steam in
the showers and then began to wash, men were washing each other's backs
and getting all the sand off, and in some cases doing a good job on the
ass crack.  Alex and I washed each other and he said he felt some
stubble so told me to stay as the other's were leaving and then
proceeded to shave me.  It did not take long, but he wanted to make sure
he got it all and began to run his tongue over my shaved body and ended
up sucking me, as he shoved fingers in and out of my ass.  I was bucking
and moaning and it did not take me long to come, he bent me over and
quickly shoved his cock into my ass and began pumping furiously, I soon
felt his cock swell as he sent his cum into me, he stayed until his cock
softened, then we rinsed off again and made our way back to the barracks
to dress for dinner.  When we reached the mess hall everyone else was
well into their dinner and a couple of them smiled and winked at us as
we came in.  I really did not care, as it seemed good to have an
encounter with Alex, even if it was quick.

Most of us went over to the club after eating, we played bridge for a
while and then someone put some good dance music on and pretty soon some
of the airmen began dancing with each other and before long some came
over where the officers were sitting and asked some of us to dance.  It
was quite formal, they would bow and offer their arm to us if we
accepted, which under the circumstances we did, there were a few waltzes
and it felt odd to dance a waltz with a man, especially some who held
you tight and rubbed their crotches into yours.  There were erections
popping up all over the place, the sexual tension was beginning to get
high, so the colonel had the music changed to jitterbug and the active
dancing managed to get things back to normal.

Around 2200 most of us officers staggered off to bed, leaving the club
still going in full swing, and the men enjoying themselves.  I stripped
and fell into bed exhausted from the day.

Sunday was quiet day, spent most of it writing letters and getting
caught up on some of the things I had been neglecting. Finally got to
finish one of the oils I had started nice scene of a lake and trees in
autumn.  Almost made wish I had done a winter scene what with all the
heat.  Felt rather lethargic in the late afternoon, so just spent the
rest of the day lounging around.  Guess the heat, sun and activity of
the previous day was getting tome.

The next week went by rapidly, as the material for the new Quonset hut
arrived and I had to make arrangements with some local Koreans to level
the ground and pour the cement foundation.  I was happy to have our
houseboy as an interpreter, while I had learned enough of the language
to get by I was far from being able to give the needed directions for
getting the building up.  Once the cement floor had been laid and the
framework in place they were able to rapidly put the metal siding on and
by the end of the week we had our new recreation building.  Though it
was empty we had a building.

Then next Tuesday a cargo plane landed and we were pleased to see two
pool tables had been sent to us.  This improved the morale of the men no
end, now that they had something else to do other than volleyball,
horseshoes and some who played badminton.
Also, it would give them something to do in the winter months.  The
colonel also said that even though it was early he would appreciate it
if the men would write home and ask for some clothing and toy donations
so we could give the children of the village a nice Christmas.  It
sounded like a good idea and many of us wrote explaining what we wanted
and why.  I was gratified to hear from my mother that her ladies group
would make that their project for the rest of the year and asked when
and how the goods should be sent.

When I gave this information to the colonel he said he would write with
the information and put out a bulletin that anyone who got a favorable
reply to see him and he would send further information.  This relieved
the rest of us of the hassle of getting the stuff here.

I had not been able to get up to the gym while the building was going
on, and was glad when I finally could get up there and work out, not
only on gaining back my muscles, but to work on gymnastic routines.  I
did not want to get rusty and stiff.  On my to get some water from a
fountain, I passed the room where the prisoner had been held and saw
that he was back.  He looked not much worse for wear one of his guards
spoke English so I asked about him.  I was informed he had been the base
whore for as many as wanted him and that he had complained about sore
jaws and a sore ass, so to help him out they lined up more for him to
suck and fuck, figured the more use the less the pain.  He was also
forced to keep up his physical training and made to run at least five
miles a day, with weights hanging from his cock and balls.  I could see
where the ball separator was now wider and his nuts were hanging lower.
They had put rings in his scrotum where he had been nailed to the block
and when he was spread eagle on the cross they would attach weights to
the rings stretching his scrotum down so his balls could be pressed
further down.  He had been misbehaving since being brought back so to
punish him they were using leather whips to hit his balls, one on the
left and one on the right, as well as one in back using a leather
cat-o-nine tails whip up between his legs. They also would alternate
hitting his chest and back.  He was screaming and writhing, and since
they had put clips on his tits with a chain and weights and weights on
his balls, each time he moved it caused the weights to swing.  They had
used the rings in his scrotum to attach the chains for weights and this
did not seem to interfere with the paddling going on as the whips went
between the chains.   When they tired of this they picked up some of the
long needles and began to insert the needles into his testicles.  I
watched as the first one went in and heard his scream of pain, as they
put a needle in the other testicle he writhed and screamed again. Then
the two picked up the needles and each taking a testicle began to insert
needles, I could not watch any longer and ran for the gym, showered
dressed and went home.  I was at least glad the general had some new
playthings as he was leaving me fairly much alone.

I had now been here almost four full months and my life was completely
different than I had ever thought it would be.  I had been placed in an
all-male environment, the indigenous people were off limits to us,
except for those cleared to work in our compound, the language was
completely different and none of us had any language raining before
being assigned here.  The nearest place where you might find
English-speaking women was over an hours flight time if we had been able
to go there.  I had become one who was very comfortable and satisfied to
be running around nude along with quite a few of the other men.  Other
than in the showers at school and at the pool I had never been much
around naked men, and now I found myself enjoying watching them and the
play of their muscles as they moved around doing various activities.
Also, I had become aware of the very large differences in the sizes of
cocks and balls on men.  They ran the gamut of from average, to a few
which were really oversized looking, especially on those who had shaved
their cock and balls.  This always made them seem more prominent.  Also,
I had learned the size of the person did not determine the size of the
cock.

I had become rather good at sucking cock and learned to like the taste
and texture of cum as it was spurted into my mouth.  I had learned to
take cocks up my ass and had even been double fucked at times.  I had
gone through some (to me) extreme torture at the hands of General Park
and his associates, but found that some of the things they did to me
only served to make my cock more rigid and heightened my sexual
awareness and needs.
The biggest change in me had been my falling in love with Alex MacGregor
a Scot several years older than I was, and who it seemed returned my
love.  We tried to find times and places where we could be alone and
suck and fuck to our heart's content, but it was becoming harder and
harder to find such a place.   Alex was teaching me it was about a toss
up between being a top or a bottom as he was most versatile and was
teaching me to be the same.

I had learned of man's sadistic nature in watching the actions of
General Park and also in the way that Nick Ford was made into a minion
of Kestitus, but in this case I thought it was for the good.  Ford had
gone from being an arrogant ass, into one of the more friendly men in
the compound.  He was well on the way to becoming a worthwhile person.

We were in an odd situation; we could come and go as we pleased within
the limits of the job and availability of transportation.  But were
limited to only a few villages and some towns, most of which had
suffered heavily during the war.  The closest one, which had not
suffered, was ChinHai where Sygmon Rhee had his summer home, but it was
a long dusty ride and not much to see once you got there.  So our
entertainment was homegrown, with luck we would occasionally get a
movie, so far we had not had a visit from a chaplain, we did have a fair
library and an excellent dark room, areas for volleyball, horseshoes and
badminton, and that was it.  So we turned to each other, there were a
lot of chess, bridge and other card games going.  I know that the airmen
had developed a new kind of poker, as I never saw much money change
hands but could see a rather stricken look on the loser and grins on the
faces of the others.

Letters from home meant a great deal and I always tried to answer them
quickly so I could get some more.  I did get a couple of care packages,
and enjoyed the cookies and even the popcorn, which was packed around
them to keep them fresh.

We all were on an edge, and it was becoming apparent how thin the veneer
of civilization was once men were left up to their own devices on how to
entertain and comport themselves without the constraints we had grown up
with being present.  You could see men trying to maintain a benign
attitude but the baser instincts were beginning to show more and more.
Colonel Crane could see this and even though everyone was to get a R&R
after being there for six months he began to scheme on how he could get
some of our men to Japan for a day or two every so often, finally he hit
on getting planes checked and serviced and getting supplies we could not
readily find in Korea, so he set up a schedule for the enlisted men to
go to Japan, three or four for a weekend or three days about every two
weeks.  To make it fair he held a lottery of names and this seemed to
satisfy all.  It would take some time and he also got the roster set up
for the R&R so each man would know when he would go.  Lucky me I get to
go in October, during the fall rains in Japan.  Oh well maybe things
will change it will still be over a month until I go.

Back in the compound I worked on another oil and wondered if this
damnable heat would ever break, I swear I was sweating out more water
than I was taking in, even though I was always after water, it did not
seem to do much good. Besides to make the water drinkable they had to
purify it and the only way it really ever tasted good was in coffee, a
drink or if it had been boiled and then cooled.  I noticed that the
pissors in the compound were not being used as much as before and just
hoped we all would be all right.

The end of August was drawing near and the heat seemed to get worse.
Then headquarters decided they needed an up to date inventory of what
supplies we had on hand.  Sgt. Jones and Cpl. Ross and I were doing the
supply building, which was an annex of hell.  The Quonset hut facing
east and west, had a door at each end, two windows in the front where
the office was and one in the back inside the cage we keep guns and
ammo.  The east door also had a barred door on the outside as it was
next to the guns and ammo room.  So we could open that door and leave
the barred one locked, but we never did seem to get much of a breeze.
We worked about an hour at a time then got out of the hot box and rested
before going back in.  It was so hot that we started out in underwear
which soon became soaked, so we discarded them and just worked naked,
that way the sweat rolled off us, but collected in our sox and we wore
shoes and sox, since the floor was rather warm.

About the third day of this we heard the bell in the front office ring,
and since I was down on the floor said I would go see what it was.  I
grabbed a towel and wiped some of the sweat off, and put it around my
waist as I went to up the Dutch door to see who was there.

I noticed by his stripes he was a Master Sergeant and assumed that he
must be our new First Sergeant since the old one had rotated home the
week before and we had not seen his replacement.  This man looked to be
in his mid to late thirties, about six ft. with coal black hair, deep
blue eyes, and a face almost too pretty to belong to a man.  I asked how
we could help him and looking at me with disdain informed me he was the
new First Sergeant James Rice and he would like to talk to whoever was
in charge.  I got a kick out of this and extending my hand said:
"Welcome, I am Lt. Greg Young, and I suppose you are here to pick up
your bedding and other things we furnish."  He got a shocked look on his
face and stammered that yes he would like to get what he needed.  I
decided to really give him a welcome, and loosening my towel let it fall
to the floor and kicked it aside, then opened the lower part of the door
and asked him to come with me.

He stepped inside and I closed the door and started toward the middle of
the building, which was the hottest, but where most of the bedding was
kept.  I called out to my Sgt. and Cpl. Informing them that the new
first was here to pick up supplies.  The crawled down from the upper
shelves where they had been counting and began to pull off the supplies
he needed.  I took him over to where the pillows were kept and told him
to pick out one he would like.  Usually we would have the man wait in
the office while we got things, but he got off on a bad start with me,
and I was glad to see that his uniform was getting large damp spots on
it, also of interest was that there seemed to be a bulge that was
getting bigger in his crotch as he watched all the naked men move around
and every so often when having to bend and get something from a low
shelf a glimpse of a twinkling ass hole would be seen.  We finally had
everything for him and noticing the time told Smith and Ross to take a
break out of the heat.  I told Sgt. Rice that Headquarters wanted an
inventory and we were doing our best to get it to them, but in this heat
could only work so long at one time and that it was much more
comfortable to work nude than have clinging wet clothes on.  He did not
say much, but think he agreed as his clothes showed a lot of damp
spots.  After he signed for his goods and was leaving he asked where the
showers were.  I told him how to get there but that there would be no
hot water until 1600.  He looked dismayed as he looked down at his
sweat-streaked uniform and the bulge in his crotch.  If he had been
nicer when he came in I could have sympathized with him, but also
realizing I should stay on good terms with the First Sergeant I told him
that if he did not mind just warm water I was sure the sun had heated
the water up from cold to warm.  He really looked grateful and I told
him that the three of us were going down and if he wanted help to get
settled we would be glad to be of service.  To my surprise he took us up
on it.  We helped him carry his stuff to his bunk, I found the houseboy
to get his bed made and to make sure his things were unpacked and hung up.

I told him that such service was not always available but that we liked
to help get newcomers settled in.  The three of us went to our bunks to
get fresh towels and I told Sgt. Rice we would meet him at the showers.
We got there first and I noticed he had worn his uniform and was taking
it off and hanging it up but did not see any fresh clothes with him.  He
came into the showers and I guess we all gave each other the once over.
Sgt. Rice had curly black hair on his chest and going down to his
pubes.  I was surprised to see that his cock and balls looked shaved,
and that the hair above his cock was trimmed. He had a nice looking
uncircumcised cock and large low hanging balls; I could not help but
notice his cock was somewhat enlarged. When he bent over I could see his
ass had no hair there either.

When he came into the shower room his cock was about at a 45-degree
angle, but being good airmen we made no comments.  We washed up got rid
of the sweat, then just let the warmish water pour over us.  Turning off
the water I decided I would just air-dry, thought it might be cooler
than toweling off.  I wrapped my towel around my waist as did Smith and
Ross and we began to leave.  Sgt. Rice hollered at us to wait, and he
tied his towel on and grabbed his clothes and as we walked back up the
stair, he asked about getting laundry done.  I told him how and to just
give his clothes to the houseboy and he would take them down, let you
know how much and would pick them up for you. He thanked us and went to
his barracks and we went back to Hells annex for more inventory.  The
showers had helped, but we still had a few more hours to go.

That night at the club I related the days adventure to Alex, and said I
hoped I had not made an adversary of the First Sergeant.  He said he did
not think I had to worry, and not long after that Sgt. Rice came in and
surprised me by going to the bar and then bringing three drinks over to
our table, he had gotten one for himself and found out what Alex and I
were drinking and brought us refills.  He thanked me for helping him get
settled in and hoped that we would have a good working relationship.  I
thanked him and we told him some of the peculiarities of our place.  I
told him that I was sure that Lt. Padgett would clue him in as soon as
he had time, and would probably do so in the morning as they liked
people to get settled before hitting them with everything.  I bought the
next round and after Alex had gotten us another we all called it a
night. Rice asked if Alex and I were a couple and without blushing I
replied "yes".  He nodded and I could hear him say under his breath as
he left, "lucky sod", but did not know who he was referring to.

Walking back to the barracks, I asked Alex if he thought it would be
appropriate for the colonel to be coupled with his First Sgt. Alex
replied he didn't know, but when the time was right would approach the
colonel.  I told Alex of Sgt. Rice's attributes and felt that he could
serve the colonel well, and that I also thought Rice needed someone, but
that it would not be right for him to get tied up with an enlisted man
under him.  We both agreed it was something to mull over and see if a
solution could be found.  We wandered over to a gun emplacement and
dropping into it, I soon had Alex's cock from under his kilt and in my
mouth, when it was nice and hard and throbbing I stood up dropped my
pants and leaned over the gun mount so Alex could mount me.  He eased
his cock into my hole and began his wonderful in and out movements.  I
was squirming but had to be careful because of the gun mount and he soon
had me moaning low and steady as his cock massaged my prostate.  I could
feel his cock swell and throb as he shot his sweet cum into my ass, this
triggered me and I shot onto the gun mount where my cum slid down to the
ground.  As he pulled out I turned and kissed him, first nibbling on his
lower lip and then by pushing my tongue into his mouth.  We embraced for
some time then straightening our clothes, climbed out of the emplacement
and on to bed.

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