Date: Sat, 05 May 2007 15:48:16 -0600
From: Greg Young <afgreg@comcast.net>
Subject: Air Force Memories 27

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.


Sorry this has taken so long, hope to be more current from here on out and
get it finished.  Thanks to all who have written me.

Air Force Memories 27.

Awoke this morning, hot and sweating, seems the heat has made a return to
us, just when we thought it was over.  Jim San had brought in some
luke-warm water for each of us and we made use of it for sponge baths.
Once again our close relationships with each other came into play, as we
took turns washing down the back of the one closest to us.  In some cases
there was a bit of horseplay as some of the jammed their fingers up the
asses of the man they were helping.  Needless to say there were a good many
hardon's on all of us.

Dressed in just shirt, trousers, sox and shoes and went to breakfast.
There was a notice up on the bulletin board there that the General was
bringing in some ladies from Pusan on Saturday for a beach party and wanted
to know how many of the officers would be attending.  This caused quite a
bit of conversation over breakfast, and it was determined that some
officers should remain at the compound.  In order to determine the senior
officer to be left, Crane had the major's draw straws and Maj. Castle was
the one to stay.  Since Alex would not be back until that Friday, I made
the announcement that we both would volunteer to remain in the
compound. Col. Crane was then able to let the general know that 10 of our
officer's would be attending.  It was quite apparent that the general was
trying to get back in our good graces by providing ladies for the men to
have sex with if they so desired.  And all of them were looking forward to
it and decided they would remain celibate until Saturday.

By the time I had walked back to my office my uniform was wilted and
uncomfortable, my men were just working in shorts, so I went on to the
barracks, and grabbed a pair of shorts, went back to the office stripped
off my uniform and put on the shorts.

This was more comfortable and as I was completing some paper work the
Sgt.in charge of the club came by to chat.  He said the rumor was that most
of the officers would be gone Saturday night with only three of us left in
the compound and he wondered if that was true and who they were.

I told him yes and who the three would probably be.  He asked if I thought
Maj. Castle would object if they held a special night at the club that
night.  Wondering what he meant I asked and he said he was thinking of
having a special strip show, with some prizes, also a dance contest to
determine the best dancers.  I asked him how the men would feel about this
and was told that they came to him with the idea and had even taken up a
collection to pay for drinks and prizes.  With this information I told him
I would ask Maj. Castle at lunch to drop by my office around 1300 and he
should do the same and explain it to the major, I did not foresee any
problem with it.


The Sgt. and Major met in my office at 1300 and after listening to the
explanation of what they had planned.  Major Castle informed the Sgt. that
he could see no problem and to go ahead with the plans.

The rest of the week was hot and humid, and I was looking forward to the
weekend when Alex was due back.  God, how I missed him.

Friday dawned, like the other days, hot and humid, and all of us were
sweating up a storm, it was hard to keep hydrated as the potable water was
the foulest tasting stuff due to the chemicals added to make it drinkable.
So we were more or less relying on coffee and tea to keep liquids in the
body, and the caffeine was beginning to work on us and get us all a wee
edgy.

I was over in the club talking to the ones who were going to be more or
less running the show on Saturday, when someone put their hands over my
eyes.  Without a doubt I knew who it was, and swung around and in front of
those there gave Alex a big hug and a deep kiss.  Hey I did not care who
saw it, I was in love with the lug and wanted everyone to know it.

He kissed me back and his hands were kneading my ass, as we ground our
crotches together and could feel our cocks getting hard.  We were asked if
we would like to use the storeroom for a little while and we started for
it, and were even shedding our clothes as we walked to it, letting the men
there see us get naked, we were in heat and only wanted to get alone.

Entering the storeroom, I fell to my knees and took Alex's cock into my
mouth, gently sucking on it and running my tongue over it, I move further
down until I could feel my face against his pubes, then back up again.  I
moved off and gently licked the sweat from his nut sack and scooting under
him also got the sweat that had dripped into his ass crack, I spent several
minutes licking the crack clean and then spent time on his rosebud, until I
could feel it open some and he began to push back to get more.  Then
without warning, he pulled me up, and after kissing me again, bent me over
and he spent time rimming my ass and hole and then without warning I felt
his cock at the entrance to my body and a sharp pain as he thrust it full
into me.  Alex waited a minute for my body to adjust and then he gave me
one of the wildest fucks I had ever had. He fucked me hard and deep, as
well as slow and twisted his cock in my ass, giving me sensations I had not
had before.  He moaned he had been waiting for this all the time he had
been gone.  I could feel his cock swell in me as he began loading my ass
with his sperm.  As he finished he pulled his cock from my ass and
presented it to my mouth for cleaning.  As I licked the essence of his cum
and my ass juices from his him, he began to get hard again and soon was
fucking my mouth with his cock; he deep throated me and fucked his cock in
and out of my mouth until I thought it would never lose its round shape.
Finally he came and pulled his cock out until it rested just inside my
mouth and shot his cum so I could savor its flavor and texture.  As he
finished, he pulled his still hard cock from my mouth, flipped me over and
once again plowed his cock up my ass.  He was really making up for lost
time and I was enjoying every minute of it.  He was my man and I was his,
there was not doubt about it.

Finally he was satiated, and his cock began to soften, I had come so many
times while he had been fucking me that my cock was sore.  We got up and
rather sheepishly went into the club to collect the rest of clothes and get
dressed, as we walked out the men who were there were clapping and one
said, great way to go, you were in there over an hour.  We had not realized
it had been that long.  When we were once again dressed Alex joined us in
going over plans for Saturday night, and he had several good suggestions,
which they decided to follow up on.

Saturday arrived with a blazing sun, the barracks seemed like an oven, and
I sat up and wiped the sweat from my body with my hands and looked around
at all the others doing the same thing. I felt so damn sticky and
uncomfortable that I said, cold water or not I am going to go take a shower
and see if I can feel better.  I grabbed a towel and strode out of the
barrack and down to the shower shed.

Turned on a tap and got some tepid water, which was fine, as I was washing
several others came to do the same thing, was surprised to not see Alex
with them, but bumped into him on my way back.

Still felt sticky from the heat, but at least felt clean, dressed and went
to breakfast, then to work where I stripped off my uniform, as was going to
do some inventory that morning.

Finished up the inventory, around 1200 and ate then went back and tried to
relax on my bunk.

The ones going on the beach picnic left about 1400 and the place still felt
like an oven so grabbed a blanket and went outside to find some shade and
rested for a while.  There was not a lot of activity going on as most were
too hot to do much and all were waiting for the evening festivities at the
club.

After dinner and another shower, dressed in fresh khakis, which soon wilted
and with Alex in his kilt went to the club.

They at least had some fans going in the club, and we found a table where
we could enjoy the fan breeze, ordered our scotch and water's and sat back
to enjoy the evening.

Finally the time for the strippers came and the bar top was cleared for
them to dance on.  Some of them were good and some were terrible, but will
only talk about one.  Nick Ford.



Kestititus had really worked with him on this.  He did his strip to Ravel's
Bolero.  First he strode up to the bar in full class A uniform, bent over
and removed his shoes and jumped up on the bar. He began his slow dance
down the bar, reaching up and removing his cover and tossing it out into
the crowd. (It had already been established that the clothing of the
strippers could be redeemed for services rendered after the competition was
completed.)  Then he sinuously removed his jacket, unbuttoning it, and
removing one sleeve then the other and finally taking the jacket, twirling
it around his head and then between his legs before tossing it into the
crowd.  He reached up and yanked his tie off and began to slowly undo the
buttons on his shirt as he danced down the bar and back up, he removed his
shirt as he had his jacket and tossed it out, next he pulled his t-shirt
out of his trousers and began to roll it slowly up his chest in time to the
music, and once he reached above the nipples he than caressed them and his
stomach with his hands, tweaking the nipples to make them stand out, and
then removing the t-shirt and tossing it out.  His hands went to his belt
and he undid it pulling it from the belt loops and twirled it around his
head, brought it between his legs and pulled it back and forth before
dropping it on the bar and kicking it out into the crowd.  He moved his
hands to his fly and began to undo the zipper there, pulling it down and
then back up, enticing the crowd to what lay below, he finally pulled the
zipper all the way down, spread the trouser flaps showing his white undies,
then with a bump and a grind he let the trousers fall to the bar and he
stepped out of the them and using one foot picked them up and flung them
out to the waiting hands.  Clad only in white boxers and sox he now did a
very erotic dance up and down the bar, and removed his sox, tossing them
out.  With all the work Kestitius had him do, Nick's body was in great
shape, he had a good six pack and of course sported a great tan.  He played
with the front of his boxers, letting his cock peep out and then being
covered again. Finally he striped them off and flung them straight at
Kestitius. The music stopped and the crowd clapped loud and long.

The ones following Ford never had a chance and when the votes were taken he
had won the prize.

Kesititus stood up on the bar and told those who had caught Nick's clothes
could now start redeeming them.  They could get a blow job or fuck him, and
if some wanted to double up and fuck his mouth and ass at the same time
then that was good as was if two wanted to fuck his ass at the same time.
The only requirement being that it is done that night and in the club in
front of all.  Cheers went up from the crowd and those holding clothes got
together to plan it out.

His cover and tie required a blow job for the catchers, his jacket and
trousers were redeemed by a double ass fuck, as were his sox.  His shirt
was a single fuck as was his t-shirt.  The only item left was his boxers
and Kestititus, then said now you all have had your fun I am going to fist
him and then fuck him after which he will rim all of you in thanks for your
letting him get his clothes back.

It was not long before most of the men in the club were naked and all
having sex with each other, Alex and I no exception.  The fun went on for
hours but at midnight they closed the bar and everyone staggered home.

The picnic people still were not back when I went to bed and never did hear
them come in.

The next morning, there were moans and groans coming from a good many
bunks, they had all drank far too much, and some had some unpleasant
memories of the night before, one had missed his mark when going to fuck
his girl and plunged his cock into the sand, which gave it a nice abrasion,
another somehow got a hair caught under his foreskin or something and
caused a cut which had bled.  However all were talking of their prowess and
lasting power.  I thought they were more hypocritical than ever, since they
had all had man to mean sex, and were married, but than I guess when the
libido takes over the brain stops functioning.

Was a quiet Sunday, however still too hot to do much, just lazed around.